Alice smiled at the look of sheer desire in her fellow worker's eyes as she undid his fly and closed her fingers around the hugely pulsing hardness of his cock. It grew harder and larger as she bent his penis slightly downward ... gently tugging at the foreskin to draw it slowly up and down ... flicking her tongue out of her mouth ... moistening her eager lips in anticipation of sucking his manhood deep into her mouth.
Alice got ahead in the business world because she knew how to use her figure to add up to excitement and lust for all her clients.
CHAPTER ONE
Alice Dearbourne wiggled her hotly quivering pussy hard down on the seat of the train and bit her lip. God, her cunt was still hot, even after all that fucking! she thought. I've got to think of something else ... besides sex! But all during the ride from Buffalo to Utica, the voluptuous brunette could think of nothing else.
It had been bad enough when she had been alone in the compartment, left at the mercy of the lewd pussy-exciting memories she had hoped to leave behind her forever, but when the train had stopped in Syracuse and two strangers, Jerry and Janie Greer, joined her, she had almost lost her mind, for Jerry had been a very sexy man and she just couldn't stop herself from wondering how big his cock was and how it would feel fucking deep up inside her pussy. Then, they had started to talk, Alice telling the Greers of her new job in the accounting department in a company in Utica. Jerry had taken out a tan leather case that Alice had taken to be his briefcase, and she had been amazed to see it held a bottle of Jack Daniels and three glasses. They had begun drinking and Alice found that her earlier guarded caution had dissolved into a warm, friendly glow. When Jerry had excused himself, she found herself telling the sexy blonde about the strained period that she had just gone through at the office and confessed that she was just about at her wit's end because of all the men in the office always trying to fuck her, although she left out the part that she had let them. After all, she didn't want Janie to think she was some sort of whore!
"Look, Alice," Janie said, "I'm a few years older than you and know a lot more about men and their ways than you do. Let me tell you one thing, honey, from one woman to another. They're all a-like, every one of them. Give the bastards an inch and they take a mile." She had paused to take a sip of her drink before going on.
"I used to think that there was no one in the whole world like Alex, my first old man, but let me tell you, I got a rude awakening. Men are only concerned with one thing, and that's fucking cunt. I've learned that from experience."
What? Alice thought foggily, her mind desperately trying to keep track of Janie's conversation.
"Well, let's just say that I've begun to take the same attitude," Janie had continued. "I take my pleasure where I can find it, and I've learned to use men for the pleasure I can get from them!" she finished triumphantly, her face flushed.
Alice had felt a lewd warmth tingling in her cunt as Janie's soft complaining voice continued to sound in her ears. Another glass of Jack Daniels failed to ease the sensation of painful pleasure and the obscene ache in her pussy.
Then, Alice had heard the door to the compartment sliding open and her mouth hinged open in surprise as Jerry walked in, almost nonchalantly, with the biggest bulge in his pants she had ever seen.
Oh, God, his cock must be huge! she had thought wildly, staring at him in confusion. He sat down beside her and smiled broadly at her.
"Thought I'd sit next to you." He smiled, just a little bit too confidently, Alice had thought. His eyes seemed to bore right into her and her glance dropped down to avoid his penetrating gaze and rested again on the bulge in his pants. Shame and embarrassment had flooded through her. Did he know how badly she wanted to be fucked? But her thoughts were interrupted when Janie suddenly stood up.
"I think I'll take a little trip to the restroom," she explained and slipped quickly out the door, leaving Alice in silence beside Jerry.
When she was gone, Jerry had refilled Alice's glass and poured a drink for himself. They sat silently side by side, sipping the fiery liquid. Out of nowhere, an image of Jerry's long, teasing fingers working hotly up under her panties and into her pussy flashed vividly in her mind. Embarrassed, she had stolen a glance at him, and saw that his eyes were riveted again into hers. Her anxiety redoubled and she closed her eyes, seeking escape into some protected corner of her being. Here she was, thinking those lewd thoughts while sharing a drink with Janie's husband. Groaning, Alice had pressed the palms of her hands over her eyes, her mind enveloped in waves of nauseous self-disgust. She felt overwhelmed by an unfamiliar giddiness. Vaguely, she sensed a movement on the seat beside her; there was a hand touching her shoulder, an arm circling and drawing her close.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Jerry asked, his voice low and soothing. "It's nothing," she had stammered. Her fists knuckled and twisted into her eye sockets as if to rub away the excitement of her pussy and the lewd pictures which lurked tantalizingly in her mind.
"Are you sure you're all right?" he had intoned, his arms gently massaging her shoulders and kneading the back of her neck.
Alice had felt herself relax under the powerful liquor and the soothing caresses; the tight knot between her shoulder blades seemed to dissolve under Jerry's expert strokes. She leaned back against him, grateful for his masculine strength, thankful for the courage with which he was imbuing her. Then his hand quickly dropped to her firm young thigh, while the other continued its gentle massage of her neck. She felt the warm burning touch of flesh on her leg, a hypnotic yet thrilling sensation. It felt good. She knew it was wrong, but the soft rubbing relaxed her, soothing her shattered nerves. She didn't want him to stop; she'd let him continue for just a minute longer. A soft, light cloud settled in her head and she felt her whole body relax blissfully.
"Now, isn't that better?" he had murmured, settling himself very close to her.
Then, her body had stiffened as she realized that his other hand was hanging down over her hotly throbbing titties and was also stroking her thigh through the thin jersey of her skirt. She had wanted to push his hands away, she thought she had pushed them away, but they were still there kneading warmly at her tender flesh.
Alice had tried to lift her hand to push herself away from his embrace, but it was almost as if she was paralyzed. Her numbed, drink-sodden mind refused to command her rebellious body as it surged into a strange perverse life of its own ... she had to get control of herself, had to pull herself together, but a twitching, excited sensation began deep within her quivering little cunt and she sensed the gathering moisture of desire at the mouth of her pussy, forming a slippery lubrication between her inner thighs and causing her to almost unconsciously open and close her firm, smooth legs, open and close them in a squirming, increasing sexual rhythm.
Jerry's hand left her thighs and had started to caress all over her body now. She had wanted to, tried to stop the lewd caresses and the licentious sensation they were causing, but somehow she couldn't seem to do anything but lie there on the seat, accepting his lecherous advances. His hand moved back to her thigh, and, as if in a dream, she had felt it snake up under the hem of her skirt, crawl up her leg like a searching insect, the fingers insinuating themselves slowly under the elastic legband of her panties. His fingertips probed and rubbed, tangling in the first soft crinkling strands of her darkly curling pussy hairs. Then, an electric shock had rippled through her cunt and shook her legs as the fingers slid on to her hotly palpitating pussy ... but he didn't pause there. He let his hand glide still lower, his middle finger erect, until the obscenely probing tip came in sudden contact with her hotly quivering pussy flesh.
Alice had become so emotionally upset by the erotic effects of the strong drink and her shameless sexual arousal that she had been hardly conscious of what she was doing or what was happening to her. When the strange man she had just met opened her blouse and smoothly, almost without her feeling it, unzipped and slid her skirt down over her sensuously curved asscheeks she had made no resistance. Skillfully he had freed her softly trembling tits and peeled her lace panties down off her long, trim legs, never ceasing his teasing assault on her hot, juicy cunt.
"Oh God, no we shouldn't ... not here in the train ... your wife, Janie, might come back!" she mewled softly, torn helplessly between her fears and desire. The excitement of lying naked on the seat before this almost complete stranger, the cool air puckering her nipples, contrasted with the lewd, delicious pleasure that permeated her whole being. She had watched groggily, completely mesmerized by the lewd sight as Jerry Greer had stripped the clothes from his body. It took but a second until he stood in front of her completely naked, his excitedly throbbing cock standing out from his loins like a threatening wooden club. Though she couldn't thwart the raging demanding fire in her own tingling little pussy, she had closed her eyes to shut out the sight of their naked bodies and of Jerry's tantalizing, irresistible hand.
"You're just dying to get this cock in you, I can tell!" he had leered down at her.
"Oh, yes ... yes ... my pussy is so hot to be fucked!" she had sobbed excitedly.
"Every woman needs a real man's cock and lady, after you've felt this one shoved up that hot little cunt of yours, you'll know what a real man's cock is like, if you already don't...." he had leered down at her. As he spoke, his finger played along the wetly twitching curl-rimmed pussy, and the tip scraped teasingly at the tiny bud of her clit, sending it springing into life. Forbidden sparks of sheer, wanton pleasure leaped through her, and what was even more exciting was the fact that she was acting like a common slut, dropping her panties down and opening her legs for the first male she had met on her move!
No, no ... this is wrong, all wrong ... I've got to stop it right now, right now ... her brain screamed, but it felt so good. She couldn't do anything to fight the unwanted rhythmic surges of desire that raced through her as Jerry Greer's hand dipped into her wetly burning pussy. Her pink, now hungrily throbbing cuntal lips seemed to cling to his trailing fingers. She actually liked his hand playing with her naked pussy like this. Oh God, there was no point in denying it!
"Ooooohhhhhh ... ooooohhhhhhh!" she sighed, a flush of heat sweeping over her and with a final groan of total surrender, she ground her pussy greedily up onto his feverishly working fingers. She could feel that her cum was near; she wanted it, she had to have it!
Jerry Greer looked down victoriously at her nakedly spread cunt. Christ, he had leered, you're really a hot little bitch, just like I thought you'd be! You want cock all right, and I'm not the man to leave a hot-pussied woman waiting....
Alice had felt the withdrawal of his lewdly cunt-exciting fingers from her desperately squirming pussy and opened her eyes in burning frustration. She was so near, so near. Her eyes dropped to his hugely throbbing cock hovering over her. He had started spreading her legs now, and she had known then he was actually going to make her let him fuck her with it!
In spite of her excitement, she wondered how such a huge cock would feel fucking deep inside her cunt! Alice's liquor-soaked mind had seemed far away from her, and her hot, eagerly clenching little pussyhole was doing the thinking for her, something direct, animalistic.
Then, suddenly, Jerry had spread her legs with his knees and, grasping his heavily pulsing prick, had guided the lustfully throbbing cockhead toward her quivering little pussyhole.
"Old Jerry is going to fuck you how, honey...." he leered down at her nakedly spread cunt, spread wide and cringing on the seat. Her softly curling cunt was spread beneath him like some obscene pagan offering. His lewd words had taken away her breath and Her eyes were fastened down between her widespread thighs on the hugely glistening cock as it gently nudged the wetly twitching lips of her pussy.
Yes, yes, she wanted that huge cock fucking deep up inside her just as she had wanted his fingers playing in her pussy! She wanted all the lewd, obscene pleasure she could get! and she needed it, God, how she needed it! She had twisted and squirmed on the brown vinyl surface of the seat, shuddering as she felt his hugely pulsing cock's jarring electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly pulsating pussy.
"Oooooooohhhhhh...." Her breath had come rushing in as she felt the first insistent pressure against the tight little hole of her pussy.
Jerry shoved forward.
"Oooooohhhhhh! ... oh God! Ooooohhhhhh!" she had shrieked, as the huge slippery head of his thickly pulsing cock split the soft curls of her pussy hairs apart and thrust into her tightly clenching young cunt. Before she could pull away, Jerry then flexed his asscheeks down between her open thighs more forcefully and the hugely throbbing cockhead surged forward.
Ooooohhhhhhhh, God ... it was in! The unbelievable thought had raced through her lust-crazed mind. Then, with a gasp of pain she felt the outer lips of her cunt contract just below the giant hardness.
"Oooooooohhhh! Your prick's so big! Your prick's so big!" Alice had screamed, wild-eyed, up into his lewdly grinning face.
Suddenly, the smile on his face faded into an expression of sheer animal lust. She knew he had to fuck her-and quick! He thrust his weight forward, his hands cupping her nakedly trembling asscheeks up to meet his lewd assault. He fell against her and his thickly throbbing cock fucked up into her nakedly upturned cunt like a massive steel piston pressuring the soft, moist walls of her pussy in rippling shock-waves before it. With a long, deep groan, Jerry Greer had rammed into her until his heavy, cum-swollen balls slapped wetly against the upturned cheeks of her smoothly curved ass.
"Oh my God, my God!" she cried in ecstasy beneath him. "Oooooooohhhhhh...! Oooohhhhhhhhhh!"
"You like it, baby?" he taunted.
"Ooooohhh ... yes, yessssssssss!" she screamed as his arms held her tightly against his chest as he slowly fucked in and out of her tightly gripping cunt. She had never been so filled in all of her life. The hard, huge head of his prick pressed against her tender cervix, the rigid length of it widely stretching the tender, giving walls of her hot little pussy.
"Oh, fuck me ... fuck me...." she whimpered, her face contorted in a wild mask of rising passion. Even though she had fought her lewd desires and was convinced in her own mind that she was ordinary, respectable, one of the working girls, Alice's body had begun involuntarily to react to the overwhelming erotic stimulation of the near-stranger's hard, rummaging cock. Her still-lurking cum had been gathering in intensity and there was no longer any moral strength left in her to fight the lewd rampage of desire coursing like white hot jism through her veins.
The triumphantly grinning older man dug his fingers into the smooth, soft cheeks of her nakedly wriggling asscheeks, grasping them tightly. He crushed the wet pussyhairs between her legs harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist, wet hold of her hotly craving pussy blossoming open to engulf his hugely throbbing cock to greater and greater depths.
Janie Greer had returned from the restroom, and with hungrily bulging eyes was watching the sweating, obscenely fucking pair. She stared in lewd fascination at Alice's silky young body wantonly jackknifing and fucking back under the furiously pumping form of her husband, his huge cock slamming loudly into her wide-split, passion-crazed young pussy.
Moaning and mewling like a tortured she-bitch beneath him, Alice had been aware of the vague shift in the posture of the strange man fucking into her cock-hungry cunt. She felt him arch his back and push his upper torso into a strangely twisted position. As she felt his huge cock grinding higher and farther up into her now voraciously sucking cunt, she was dimly aware of a new chorus of wet, guttural noises emanating from near her. Suddenly, she had shivered beneath him. Her mind froze at the' unbelievable vision that greeted her eyes ... the blurred insane spectacle of Jerry Greer's mouth burrowing in between his own wife's nakedly spread cunt!
Oh God, he was doing it to her there with his tongue at the same time he was fucking her with his cock! She had gaped in abject disbelief at the indescribably sordid image of the beautiful blonde's naked, wide-splayed pussy grinding hotly into the face of her husband, the man who was fucking her.
Some last remote bond had snapped in Alice's soul and a strange mesmerized wildness took hold of her body as she lay staring wide-eyed up at Jerry Greer's snaking tongue slithering up into the moaning, panting woman with her legs spread wide above her. The obscene sight was beginning to excite her beyond all return, this lewd, three-way act of which she was a part!
She had ground her ass in wild, abandoned ecstasy hard up against the maddening buffeting of Janie's husband's deeply pussy-stretching cock, her pleading voice echoing lewdly through the heated air. of the small compartment.
"Yessss ... yessss ... Oh God, fuck me, fuck me harder...." she screamed. "Fuck meeeeeeeeee!"
The three bodies shuddered and danced like toy figures shaken by a gigantic invisible hand. Sweat had poured from Alice's body and she began a deep, gyrating spasm. Her face was flushing in unbearable heat, and she knew she was almost there!
"Aaaaaarrrrrgggggg ... oooooohhhhhhh!" she had shrieked, her head thrown back in complete abandonment. "I'm ... I'm ... I'm ccccuuuummiiiiiinnnnnnngggggg!!!!!"
And she had tossed around like a cork at sea as wave after wave of swift, intense currents of delight swept over her. At the same time, Jerry's painfully jerking balls began to spew hot, sticky jets of searing male cum deep up into her hotly churning cunthole. His pelvis had made obscene smacking sounds against hers and her curl-rimmed pussy greedily drank the seemingly endless flood of milky white cock-juice that sprang from the floodgates of his desire.
Crazy orgiastic sounds had sputtered from his cunt-covered mouth and then a deep guttural scream rent the air. Alice, her body still violently contracting, could see Jerry's wife, Janie, shaking like a leaf in the wind, yanking wildly at his hair as he wrung a shattering, pussy-wrenching cum from her tongue-filled cunt ... and then, the three devastated bodies had slowly collapsed in a wild, twitching heap, their naked limbs twitching and snaking down in gradually decreasing spasms of an earth-shaking cum.
Alice was acutely aware of the male eyes on her small, softly curved body as she descended from the train at Utica, New York. Sometimes the young brunette almost regretted the good looks she'd been blessed with. It was impossible for her to avoid attracting attention, even when that was the last thing she wanted. The fact that she was a female accountant didn't help either. It seemed there were some men who just couldn't resist the assumption that behind her neatly tied bun and glasses she was crazy about sex-if not an outright nymphomaniac.
"You must be Miss Dearbourne?" a male voice beside her said.
Alice turned abruptly to find herself flanked by a rather handsome man she would have judged to be in his mid-thirties, dressed casually in a sportcoat and open collar, distinguished by a thick moustache and wavy brown hair far down the back of his neck.
"I'm Tom Gainsborough, head of the accounting department at Walker and Eddison."
Alice stared at the handsome young man with surprise for a moment, then suddenly averted her eyes, managing a nervous smile.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect...."
"A long-haired boss?"
She bit her lip, nodding. "Yes, I guess I still think in stereotypes."
Gainsborough shrugged. "I decided long ago that I only had one life to live and that it would be lived the swingingest way possible."
Alice nodded, again lifting her eyes to her new boss' face. "I think ... that's a good way of looking at it."
He shrugged again, smiling back at her. Then for just an instant his eyes descended from her face down to the huge swells of her still throbbing tits, straining invitingly against her tight-fitting sweater.
"Well, shall we get your things and I'll drive you over to the the company and show you around?"
"Yes," Alice said. "It was very kind of you to meet me."
"My pleasure."
Relieved that she didn't have the problem of trying to negotiate alone with her luggage in a strange town, Alice helped Tom Gainsborough load her bags into the station wagon he had waiting in the parking lot. He held the door open to let her get into the vehicle, then went around arid took his own place at the driver's seat. Furtively Alice tugged her skirt down over the tanned smoothness of her thighs as Tom started the engine and pulled out into the traffic.
"Have you worked with many clients?" he asked after a moment.
"Yes," Alice replied. God, if he only knew! She'd fucked just about all of them too.
"I hope this job doesn't disappoint you," the head of the accounting department said, easing the car to a halt for a red light. "But your position here won't put you in much contact with actual clients. We have to keep someone on the staff who's qualified to deal with research. We'll keep you mostly in the back room."
For some reason, Alice blushed and found herself unable to meet her new boss' gaze. The light changed and he shifted gears and moved across the intersection, but she thought she could almost feel his eyes straying back to her, moving swiftly from her sensuously quivering tits down to her narrow waist and sensuously formed thighs.
"You're really a very nice-looking woman," he said. "I have a feeling you'll make quite a hit with our male employees."
Alice glanced sharply at her new boss, but said nothing.
"But why are you telling me this now?" Alice asked suspiciously.
"Because the situation will arise. You might as well be psychologically prepared to deal with it."
"Oh," she said, again averting her eyes, already beset by a gnawing trepidation. Alice had taken this job because she'd thought it would offer her an escape not afforded by her position in the last firm she had worked for.
"Well, we're almost there now," Tom said, interrupting her thoughts. At the end of the tree-lined street he took a left turn up a shaded lane to a large brick building. Tom pulled up to the curb and stopped the car, then got out quickly to open the door for Alice.
"I'll just show you around briefly, give you a look at the office, then take you over to your apartment," he said. "That, by the way, is only about three blocks from the office, so you won't have to worry about transportation to and from work."'
"That will be ... great," Alice said, a slight tingle coursing through her pussy as she felt Tom Gainsborough's hand lightly touch her back almost at the base of her spine to guide her onto the sidewalk that led up to Walker and Eddison's.
It was just as they were starting to ascend the steps that the double doors opened and two young men appeared. Almost instantly Alice felt a resurgence of her previous trepidation.
Though the smaller of the two men looked at her with only a natural curiosity and surprise that was not in the least disarming, she knew she detected in the intent stare of the other a clear desire to fuck. His eyes flashed, moving swiftly from Alice's face down the length of her firm, supple body, then making their way hungrily back to her sensuously tingling tits and up to her face. Then, as Alice tried with only meager success to smile, he grinned and, still watching her intently, started ahead of the other man down the step's toward her.
"Hello, guys," Gainsborough said. "This is our new accountant, Miss Dearbourne. Gary Webster and Jack Higgins, two of our biggest pranksters around here. They work in the accounting department too."
Alice nodded, finally managing to smile as the two men greeted her and moved on down the steps past them.
"See what I mean?" Gainsborough said as they passed through the doors and entered a corridor. "Looks like they're up to something."
"I guess so," Alice managed.
They walked down the hall in silence for a moment before she added: "The one with the glasses looked ... natural enough, I guess I should say. But that Gary Webster. He looked at me like a dirty old man."
"They're good fellows, both of them," her boss answered. "But Webster can be trouble. He's quite a ladies' man, that one."
They continued in silence through the corridor, then opened a door at the rear of the building to a view even more attractive than the one out front. The accounting department overlooked a small park about twenty-five yards from the main building, and from her own desk Alice would have a good view.
"Well, here you see it anyway," Tom Gainsborough said, pausing. "Shall we get on over to your apartment now?"
"Yes, I'm feeling pretty tired," Alice said. "And I'd like to start settling in."
"We'll take the sidewalk around," he told her, again dropping his hand gently to the base of her spine, prompting a sharp, surprised glance. "I was also going to suggest," he began, not removing his hand, "that we go out to dinner or something tomorrow night. Until you have time to make a few friends, there's no reason you should have to sit alone at home."
"That's ... very nice of you," Alice said, moving a step ahead so that his hand fell from her waist. "But I don't really think I'm ready to start any ... involvements right now...."
"I didn't say anything about an involvement," Tom said, grinning. "Call it a business engagement. After all, I'm your new boss. And I'm just inviting you out to dinner."
"Well," Alice said, unable to think of any rational way of refusing. "I guess that wouldn't do any harm. Okay, Mr. Gainsborough, thank you. It would be lovely."
CHAPTER TWO
Sitting at her desk, Alice Dearbourne watched in stunned fascination as Gary Webster and a young girl made their way into the supply room and closed the door.
Alice sat perfectly motionless, staring at the supply room door for an indeterminate time. It was almost as if she'd been hypnotized. The realization that there could be only one logical reason for Gary Webster and the girl to slip together into the small room slowly pervaded her consciousness.
Rising quickly, she walked across the room toward the door. The agitated young accountant was gradually becoming aware once more of that gnawing trepidation that had crept over her yesterday during her drive from the train station with Tom Gainsborough. It was that same uneasiness that had been magnified during her brief encounter with Gary Webster and Jack Higgins and had continued to haunt her through a sleepless night of trying to adjust to her new surroundings.
By the time Alice reached the door her heart was pounding. Now she stopped, gasping for breath, and crept the last few steps, feeling suddenly very guilty about her own still unacknowledged motives. She glanced nervously about, making sure no one else was around. Then she put her hand on the door knob, turned it slowly, and opened the door just a crack, hearing the first sounds from inside. With a muffled gasp, Alice stopped motionless where she stood, her voluptuous body trembling as she pressed her ear to the crack.
"Ooohhhhhhhh!" a feminine voice cried. "No, Mr. Webster! We can't. Not here in the supply room!"
"Shhhhhhhhh. Just cool it, Debbie," he soothed excitedly.
Then for a moment there was silence, disturbed only by a soft rustling and barely audible breathing. The sudden squeal that followed almost made Alice jump. Catching her own breath, she opened the door a little further. Oh God, were they fucking? They must be ... right here in the office? It was terrible!
"Oh, Mr. Webster," the girl purred softly from inside, again prompting Alice to pause. "Oh, I like it so much ... I like it so much when you put your finger down there ... ooooohhh! Yes! Like that!"
"Then loosen up," Webster said in a trembling voice. "And spread 'em a little wider so I can reach you."
"Ohhhh! Mr. Webster, please don't go any further than that," the girl pleaded. "Please! I can't stand it!"
Alice stiffened in shock again at the next statement.
"I wanna fuck you so bad, Debbie!"
"No! We can't...."
"Yes, we can. I want to shove this big thing all the way up your cunt!"
Alice thought her face must be flushing in anger and embarrassment at hearing the lewdest word in the English language being used by this older man in the presence of the innocent young secretary. Again she couldn't help but recall the lewd look on Gary Webster's face when she had first met him yesterday. Something about it had almost made her skin crawl, yet in a perverse manner she had been undeniably thrilled by it. And now she knew! Gary Webster had looked at her the way a man would look at a woman he wanted to fuck. What she had seen, what had stunned her and placed her so terribly off her guard, had been sheer, unadulterated lust. Again she remembered what Tom Gainsborough had told her about his being a real ladies' man, and now she found herself imagining him fucking all kinds of women, maybe every woman in the whole office! And in spite of the natural indignation Alice felt at the lewd sounds issuing from within the supply room, she couldn't quell the sudden desires, the hot thrills that welled up boundlessly in her hugely heaving tits, causing a constricting lump to rise in her throat.
"Ooooohhhhh! Mr. Webster ... ooohhhhh!"
Swallowing hard, Alice continued standing there, her darkly furred cunt aching madly. I've got to see what they're doing! she thought and cracked the door wide enough that she could peer into the dark interior of the small room.
For the first few moments, she could distinguish almost nothing. Then, gradually her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she saw inside the small and cluttered supply room. The greater part of the junk that filled the small space appeared to have been piled and jammed up against the walls to clear the center area where a big red blanket had been laid out! But no sooner had the darkened room become distinguishable in Alice's vision than she wished she could blot out the sight before her from her eyes.
Gary Webster and the young secretary, Debbie, lay on the blanket on the floor. From what she'd already heard, Alice had been prepared to find them involved in serious kissing and petting, but she wasn't at all ready for the lewd sight that greeted her! They were almost naked-the voluptuous young girl might as well have been completely stripped for all the protection her clothing afforded her.
She was lying on her back on the blanket, her flawless young body squirming in frenzied response to the fevered caresses of the older man who was in the process of mounting her. The young secretary's sweater had been pulled from her waist and bunched up beneath her armpits above the gentle rise of her hotly quivering titties, each peaked by a berry-like nipple. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist and her skimpy white panties had been pulled halfway down her thighs so that even in the dingy shadows Alice could catch a glimpse of the sparsely curling wisps of blonde pussyhairs.
Gary Webster's shirt had been unbuttoned and it fell open down the front, revealing his smooth muscular chest, and now to her even greater shock, Alice could see him roll onto his side and reach down to start fumbling with the zipper of his pants!
"No, Mr. Webster," the girl moaned in helpless protest as the older man planted kisses down the silky softness of her neck and over the whitely billowing mounds of her quivering tits.
Then the shocked brunette almost gasped aloud as the older man opened the fly of his pants and freed his hugely throbbing cock, already looming in an eager hard-on as it sprang out before her rapt gaze.
"Here, Debbie," he groaned. "Feel it. Feel how big my prick is!"
"Ohh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
The reluctant young secretary struggled futilely as the older man took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand downward, at the same time taking one of her tautly swollen nipples in his mouth and apparently biting down on it so hard that her whole lewdly exposed body contorted in response.
Then, spellbound, Alice watched the young blonde's smoothly curved asscheeks begin to squirm sensuously down into the blanket, listened to her loud, impassioned sighs as her fingers wrapped tightly around the obscenely throbbing hardness of Gary Webster's cock.
"Oh, Mr. Webster! It's so big and hard ... I've never felt anything like this in my life, ever!"
The older man groaned, his face contorting visibly in the darkness as the now aroused young girl began to move her hand in a smooth stroking motion up and down the length of his painfully jerking prick, causing it to swell to even greater rigidity in response to the lewd teasing.
The pruriently spying woman couldn't take her eyes off the hugely pulsing cock. The sight of his naked prick gripped her, rendering her helpless to resist the little surges of forbidden desire that were coursing wickedly through her own hotly trembling cunt. How long had it been since she herself had felt a man's warm, throbbing hardness in her hand? she wondered. It might have been days, instead of just yesterday? She'd been turned off by sex since she'd first begun to feel that her marriage was breaking up, and now that that was all over she wanted, emotionally, not to have anything to do with men. But there was a physical part of her that defied all emotion. She was a healthy young woman, and she had needs that were difficult to suppress. Her hot little pussy was now beginning to respond in spite of all her shock and indignation at the obscene fucking taking place in the storage room before her. And though she knew she should prevent it, go in and stop them, she couldn't make herself move. She was paralyzed by her own wanton fascination with the lewdly compelling display.
Then Alice's strained breathing became even more desperate as she saw Gary Webster's tormenting hands move back down to the young girl's white silk panties, working them slowly down her firm, shapely legs and over her feet until her entire lower torso was left nakedly exposed to his lewdly groping touch.
"Please, Mr. Webster! Please don't do that," the young blonde secretary whimpered, shaking her head from side to side, yet still not ceasing the tantalizing stroking motion of her fingers up and down the eagerly twitching hardness of his cock.
"Do you love me?" he asked in a quivering voice.
"You know I love you, Mr. Webster. You know you're the only man I've ever wanted. But I can't let you do it to me. I can't let you do it."
Suddenly the older man jerked away from her and propped himself up almost to a sitting position, staring down angrily as she gazed back in helpless supplication.
"If you love me, you'll do it."
"I do love you, Mr. Webster. But I'm a virgin. I've never let anybody fuck my pussy! And anyway, your prick is too big. I could never take it. I just couldn't, ever."
"I'll do it to you real easy," he said, a grin coming over his face as he leaned down toward her and kissed her on the lips. His hand brushed gently over her softly trembling young tits, then trailed slowly down her belly and reached over the short skirt gathered into a small bundle at her waist. A moment later his fingers darted up between her open-splayed thighs and began caressing the nakedly defenseless slit of her virginal pussy.
"Oh! Ohhhhhhhh, Mr. Webster!" the young secretary moaned in abandonment as he began to rapidly stroke her blondely-furred cunt up and down, agitating what Alice knew must be the sensitive little bud of her clit. "Oh, it feels so good! It feels so good when you rub my pussy like that!"
Alice could see that the young virgin secretary had almost completely lost her will to resist. The wanton assault on her nakedly quivering pussy was something no woman could have withstood, certainly not an inexperienced young girl. Just watching it was about to drive the fascinated older woman out of her mind with the lewd cravings welling up completely beyond her control deep within her hotly tingling cunt, and she knew if she didn't intervene soon, there wasn't a way in the world that the helplessly aroused young secretary would ever walk out of that little storeroom with her cherry intact. She'd already gone past the point of no return and now Alice, as another woman, had a moral obligation to intercede. She was definitely beginning to see what her boss had meant when he had said that Gary Webster was a "ladies' man."
But she couldn't make herself move ... she was so completely captivated by the obscene display before her that she could feel the wetness of her own pussy juices begin to moisten her weakly trembling thighs. Her flesh tingled all over and she was hardly able to resist the depraved urge to reach down and touch her hot pussy, to run her fingers up under the elastic cuntband of her panties over the bud of her own sensitively twitching little clitty to try to alleviate the electric quivers darting so maddeningly through the vulnerable nerve-endings of her loins.
Then she nearly moaned aloud as Gary Webster kissed the blonde girl again on the lips, stifling her last gasp of protest as he rolled back over onto her helplessly pinioned young body, at the same time reaching down to deftly loosen the top button of his pants and in one motion pull them down to mid-thigh, completely exposing his own muscular loins and huge, hotly throbbing cock. The young girl tensed, whimpering beneath him, then began to quiver sensuously as he lowered his body between her widely parted thighs, reaching down with his hand to guide his thickly pulsing hardness right up into the wet little slit of her cunthair-lined pussy.
Transfixed, Alice stared hypnotically at the older man's nakedly exposed asscheeks, the muscles clenching tightly as he rammed his hips forward. She heard a low hissing sigh escape from the young secretary's lips, heard Gary Webster grunting and groaning as he fought with all his strength against the last shred of resistance from the tight little cherry-cunt. Then, the hotly aroused blonde started as she heard a deep animal groan of pain burst from the young secretary's contorted mouth.
An instant later, Alice turned away, her eyes filled with tears. There was no reason to intercede now, she knew. Out of her own perverse obsession, she had watched the disgusting act. And no matter how much she regretted it, there was no way it could be changed. The damage was done now, and the primal moan had been the signal. Debbie would never be a virgin again.
Tears still glistened on Alice's cheeks as she trudged slowly back to her desk, the pussy-exciting vision of what she'd just witnessed still vivid in her mind's eye. Dejectedly she glanced at the clock on her desk and was surprised to note that it had been almost half an hour since she'd first left to investigate and subsequently to become an unknown voyeuristic participant in Gary Webster's lascivious conquest of the innocent young secretary. Then her gaze strayed to the note resting on the corner of the desk.
Alice, Stopped in to see you but you weren't here. I have a meeting with a client this afternoon. Will pick you up at eight. Hope you're enjoying your first day at Walker and Eddison's.
Tom
CHAPTER THREE
Alice squirmed her smoothly curved asscheeks down hard on the car seat as Tom Gainsborough pulled his vehicle into the driveway next to her apartment. The handsome man hesitated for a moment, watching her out of the corner of his eye, then turned off the lights and the ignition, and she had little doubt what the next step would be. He was going to invite himself inside.
Alice had been dreading this moment all evening because after the lavish meal he'd treated her to, followed by drinks at the best nightclub in Utica, it would be very difficult to refuse. And strangely enough, she wasn't completely unattracted to her new young boss. If she had, as everyone around her seemed to assume, been looking for a man, she might well have been able to get interested in him. But in her present mood she just didn't want to have to go through the hassle of fighting him off if he made a pass at her.
Throughout the entire evening, Alice had been unable to rid herself of the vivid recollection of this afternoon's terrible episode. It had so obsessed her that at one point she'd even considered telling Tom what had happened. Then she'd remembered she would never be able to do that. Because she was responsible for it-at least in that she had not stopped it when she had the chance and the moral obligation to do so. There had been nothing to do but hold it in, a gnawing secret that had turned her into a bundle of nerves. Now she had to somehow make her excuses so she could get away and have some time to herself. She had to come to grips with her own lascivious response to the episode, a response that in many ways had been even worse than the act itself.
"I ... I'd like to thank you for a very enjoyable evening, Tom," Alice said as her boss started to reach for his door handle. "And I'd like to invite you in except that...."
"Except what?" he asked, smiling.
"I sort of have a headache. The strain of the first day at work, I suppose."
Alice noted the momentary descent of Tom's gaze down to her smoothly quivering titties, the inviting cleavage sensuously exposed by the low-cut blue dress she wore. Then his eyes were back on her face, the same open, apparently honest smile still on his lips. She almost had to avert her eyes, for there was something about the way he'd just looked at her that reminded her of the shockingly lewd occurrence she now so desperately wanted to forget. In spite of the fact that Tom had billed their date almost as a business engagement, during the course of the evening he'd left no doubt as to his interest in her, though he'd managed to do it in a perfectly gentlemanly fashion.
"I think I have a cure for that," he said after a moment.
"Now, Tom, I really do just want to go in alone," Alice said, trying to sound firm, "and take some aspirin."
"Then we'll smoke it in the car," he said, reaching into his pocket and extracting a thin, twisted cigarette.
Alice stared at the cigarette with surprise, almost knowing what it was, yet still not wanting to believe her eyes.
"Grass?" she asked finally.
"Yeah," Tom said, putting the cigarette casually between his lips and again reaching into his pocket to pull out a silver lighter. , "But that's illegal!" she gasped.
"I don't make the laws," he said, "and if I did, it wouldn't be." Then he frowned. "You're serious, aren't you? You really do disapprove. And you don't smoke yourself."
"Of course I don't," Alice said indignantly, catching the first pungent smell of the thick smoke as Tom touched the glowing lighter to the tip of the joint. After a moment he exhaled languidly and extended the intoxicating drug toward her. "There's always a first time. You might as well try. And if you managed to get through college without ever trying dope, at least I hope you did learn that it's not going to turn you instantly into a raving nymphomaniac powerless to resist my depraved advances."
Alice hesitated, watching the curls of smoke drift toward the ceiling of the car. She had known girls who smoked grass during her college years, but the practice hadn't been that prevalent then. She was well aware that its use was gaining wide acceptance in more liberal parts of the country, but somehow it hadn't occurred to her that she would be personally affected by the trend, certainly not while she was working and living at home with her mother. But she had become slightly curious during recent years, though her parents had always been vocal in their disapproval of its use.
"Come on," Tom said, gesturing with the cigarette. "It's going to waste."
Alice shrugged. She knew accepting the cigarette wouldn't pacify her boss. But he had pointed out that it wouldn't get her pussy excited, and she was well enough informed to know that any effect it had on the sex drive had been clinically proved to be purely psychological. There was also the added factor that if she refused to take even a perfunctory taste, Tom might become paranoid about her disapproval, causing a strain in their work relationship, and she didn't want that!
With a faint smile, Alice reached out and took the cigarette. She inhaled deeply, as she'd seen Tom do, and held the smoke for a moment before she let it drift lightly from her voluptuous lips. Her companion nodded for her to take another drag, which she did. Then she handed it back to him. They continued to pass it back and forth until the butt became too short to hold. Then Tom ground it out and put it into his mouth. She saw his throat as he swallowed, then the characteristic broad grin came over his face. Already his eyes had glossed over.
"How do you feel?"
She shrugged, grinning back. "Not any different!"
"Sure you do. Your eyes look like they have lights behind the pupils."
"I think that's just your own distortion," Alice said. "And it's all in your mind, because I don't feel a thing."
For a moment longer they both sat motionless in their places, staring at each other. Then Tom leaned forward, so gradually that he seemed to be moving in slow motion. Alice's only response was a soft sigh as he touched his lips to hers, his tongue moving easily between her teeth and into the moist warmth of her mouth. She felt his hand touch her cheek and slide down to the sensitive flesh of her bare neck and shoulders, venturing teasingly onto the heaving rise of her huge, half-exposed tits as he leaned nearer to her.
"No, Tom," Alice protested in a whisper as he moved his lips away from hers and began to plant moist kisses down the length of her neck, flicking his tongue wetly over the sensitive lobe of her ear as she began to squirm in feeble resistance. She could still feel no positive effect from the grass she'd smoked, but a faraway inner voice told her the drug must be at least partially responsible for her inability to resist her boss' unwelcome advances.
Then gently Tom pushed her down to a half-reclined position against the door of the car, his tongue flicking lower over the smooth rise of her whitely billowing tits, darting teasingly down into the forbidden cleavage exposed by her plunging neckline.
Alice felt her own breathing quicken involuntarily as tantalizing wisps of unwanted pleasure began to course through her hotly tingling cunt. She knew she was in a dangerously susceptible state right now. In spite of the fact that she felt no real emotional tie with Tom, she couldn't deny that he was an attractive man. And her earlier abstinence from sexual intercourse had taken its toll on her will to resist. Her body had been pleading softly for some time, expressing a need that had little or nothing to do with emotion ... and then there was this afternoon!
Alice felt a sudden terrible sinking in her hugely billowing titties as she remembered her earlier shame, and her recollection of the lewd visual images, intensified and distorted by the mind-bending effects of the marijuana, seemed more vivid than the event itself had been. She could almost see it happening all over again in her mind's eye-the entire sordid ordeal to which the innocent young secretary had been subjected to was playing over in slow motion. And she had watched it all. She, Alice Dearbourne, had participated as a voyeur in the seduction and ravishment of a young virgin-and she had enjoyed every moment of it with a depraved and perverted relish!
Alice gasped, almost sobbing from the terrible memory and the guilt that plagued her. Then she opened her eyes in dismay as she felt Tom push one of his hands down into the front of her dress, his fingers making their way into one of the half-cups of her bra to squeeze and fondle her nakedly trembling tit, prompting the swollen nipple to tingle in uncontained response. He moved closer, pressing his body even more tightly against hers, one of his legs moving between her lightly tanned thighs to part them and force her dress up almost as far as her panty-covered pussy. Then, as he continued to tease and massage the huge, softly trembling mounds of her tits, he moved his other hand to the zipper at the back of her dress and began to work it downward.
"No, Tom. Please!" Alice moaned in protest as she felt the zipper part and the bodice with its sewn-in bra-cups fall away from her firm high-set tits, the cool evening air causing her sensuously exposed nipples to rise to an even greater rigidity.
Again Tom dropped his lips to the tingling flesh of her bare shoulder, his tongue trailing a hot, searing path down the rise of one of her titties and flicking teasingly into the voluptuous valley between them.
Now Alice's whole body was beginning to fall prey to the wanton lust that surged out of control through the nerve-ends of her flesh. She was almost prone on the front seat of the car, her head balanced uncomfortably on the arm rest. Tom was virtually pinioning her, and she could feel his thigh up between her cunt, pressed against the sensitively pulsing warmth of her darkly furred pussy, the eager squirming of his body against hers causing an exquisite friction of the material of her panties against the already moistening slit of he? pussy. She knew she had to stop him now or there would be no way she could resist the blind craving that was engulfing her and threatening to completely overwhelm her in spite of her will to resist!
"No, Tom," she gasped again as his lips teased one of her urgently throbbing nipples, his tongue flicking over it in a mad staccato whipping that was almost driving her out of her mind.
"Stop now. Please," she wailed again.
"You know you don't want to stop any more than I do," he grunted, his lips moving over to the nipple of her other hotly throbbing tit.
Then Alice's whole body stiffened as she felt him reach down and slide his hand up beneath her lewdly squirming asscheeks on the car seat, shoving the material of her dress up between her thighs from the rear and increasing the unwanted friction on her cunt. For a moment she quivered and trembled in helpless response, then with a desperate effort she shoved Tom upward, pushing him away.
"I can't do it." She sobbed, almost in tears.
"What in the hell's wrong with you?" he said, staring at her incredulously.
She shook her head. "I don't know."
"You're so hot you can hardly stand it."
"Maybe I am. But I can't let you fuck me now."
He stared at her in silence for a moment longer, then slowly shifted around in the car seat. Embarrassment flushing her cheeks, Alice looked down at her shamefully exposed tits as they heaved uncontrollably with her strained breathing. Again the terrible memory of what had happened this afternoon flashed into her mind, filling her with feelings of guilt that almost overcame even the wanton lust that still consumed her.
Then, she pulled her dress up in front, holding it to the rounded mounds of her hugely quivering titties, and, sobbing, got out of the car and ran to the front door and into her new apartment. Moments later she heard the engine of the car start up as the head of the accounting department drove off.
Alice ran upstairs to her apartment, and a few minutes later, she lay on her back on the bed, staring through narrowed eyes up at the ceiling. Her pussy, naked beneath the thin white sheet that fell revealingly over her soft, supple curves, still burned with the feverish desire that moments ago had almost overcome her. The effects of the marijuana she had smoked had, during her short solitude, become profound. She was stoned out of her mind and she knew it.
The disturbed young female accountant sighed softly, her eyes moving slowly down to trace in detail the outline of her body beneath the sheet. The light fabric barely concealed the hugely throbbing mounds of her tits where the rosy tips of her nipples showed faintly through, then it tapered slightly over her slender, girlish waist and fell teasingly down between her widely parted thighs.
Alice couldn't imagine how or why she'd brought herself to stop Tom after she'd let him go as far as she had in the front seat of the car. Her pussy had never been so hot in her life as it was this evening, and her whole body still cried out with her consuming need. And even now she was haunted and intrigued by the memory of the lurid spectacle of Gary Webster deflowering the sexy little virgin secretary in the storage room this afternoon. Now she found herself envying that girl. She would have given almost anything to have a man here now, ravishing her hotly aching pussy until she was completely engulfed in the delirium of her simmering passion. A man-any man, she thought-with a cock! At this moment she would have had a hard time resisting that temptation.
Alice smiled suddenly, her eyes lingering on the still heaving swells of her tits. She'd better quit thinking like that, she kidded herself, or her new position in the accounting department was really going to get her into the kind of involvement she'd come here to avoid.
Sucking her breath in, Alice yielded almost unconsciously to the temptation to trail her hand down her ecstatically pulsing titties, her fingers flicking teasingly over the still swollen nipples through the sheet, the friction causing them to tingle even more compellingly. She sighed again, beginning a subtle squirming motion of her smoothly curved asscheeks down into the soft mattress, her breath coming in slow, hoarse gusts as she continued to knead and massage her hugely trembling tits. Then, still without really admitting to herself what she was doing, she moved her hand cautiously down beneath the sheet, trailing it lightly over the smooth, flat plane of her belly, stopping a moment to probe the sensitive little indentation of her navel, the gentleness of her touch causing wave-like tremors of delight to course over her already eagerly responding flesh.
Gingerly, the aroused brunette's fingers made their way down through the dark, sparsely curling strands of pussyhairs until the first stunning electric contact of a single finger with the already throbbing bud of her clitty caused her whole body to stiffen.
"Oooooooohhhhh ... ooohhhhhhhh!" she moaned as an unwelcome spasm of longing shot out suddenly from the little bud nestled at the top of her curl-rimmed pussy, reaching deep into her cunt and throughout her desire-tortured flesh. For a moment longer, she continued to tweak and fondle the hotly tingling protrusion of her clit, then reluctantly she drew her hand away, gasping with the renewed stabs of aching frustration consuming her pussy. She almost closed her eyes, breathing deeply as little spontaneous shudders drove through her in ever-greater intensity.
Then, with a sob of despair, Alice moved her hand back toward her soft, curl-rimmed cunt, dancing her fingers lightly over the sensitive flesh of her belly and letting them venture once more down through the thinly curling strands of pussyhairs up between her thighs, an even wilder shudder overcoming her as she touched the hotly pulsating slit of her already moistening cunt. She knew she had to have some kind of relief! If she didn't she was going to lose her mind, and at least this depraved act she was about to commit wouldn't harm anyone but herself, though in her present state she could hardly imagine what harm there could be ... and at least it wouldn't involve her with anyone else.
The beautiful female accountant moaned softly at the sudden titillating contact, her naked asscheeks jerking as she gently parted the cunthair-rimmed flanges of her pussy, more strained whimpers issuing from her throat as her fingers spread the lewdly flowing cunt juices up and down the tingling lips. Gasping in submission to the consuming lust that engulfed her as a result of the maddening stimulation of her own fingers teasing her steaming little cunt, the young brunette arched her tightly clenched asscheeks hard up off the bed, at the same time kicking the sheet off to completely expose her nakedly squirming body. Her thumb moved back up against her hotly throbbing little clitty while her middle finger lewdly parted the cunthair-rimmed pussylips and began probing up into the hotly twitching flesh. And then, suddenly, an even more devastating surge of need flashed through Alice's body. She moaned as her finger burrowed deeper into her hot, juicy cunt, her thumb rubbing tantalizingly against her eagerly twitching clitty as she arched her smoothly curved asscheeks higher and sank her finger to the last knuckle into her hungrily devouring cunthole. Then, with a whimper that she scarcely recognized as coming from her own throat, she surrendered completely to her obscene lust and began a writhing undulation on the bed, fucking her middle finger with smooth even strokes in and out between the tightly caressing lips of her cock-starved pussy.
A stream of moans and pleading issued from Alice's throat as she began to finger-fuck herself in earnest. Her eyes were shut, her teeth gritted with the effort as she began to thrash her body in wild contortions of uncontrolled passion. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips and her fingers fucked swiftly in and out of her wildly trembling pussyhole, her thumb working with devastating effect at the lewdly throbbing little bud of her clit. Her face was shining with perspiration and flushed red from the strain as she groaned in lust and frustration, working her middle finger deeper and deeper up into the warmly quivering slit of her pussy. She tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long dark hair whipping out of the tight bun at the nape of her neck and falling softly over the nakedness of her shoulders as she further intensified her finger-fucking rhythm. Then she raised her head up, gazing deliriously down between the palpitating swells of her heaving tits.
The passion-possessed young brunette could hardly believe the shocking sight of her nakedly undulating body, squirming and tossing in feverish response to the obscene actions of her own finger fucking in and out of the cunthair-rimmed hole of her greedily devouring pussy, but she couldn't quell the lewd thrill it inspired in her lust-deranged mind. She derived a wantonly perverse excitement from the very depravity of it, and now she was determined to obtain her own satisfaction and release from the agonizing hunger that consumed her, no matter what debased acts she had to submit her helplessly consenting body to!
Her head dropping back to the pillow, Alice began to moan as she strained for the still-distant relief she so badly needed, her cunt thrusting upward to meet the probing finger fucking into the quivering flesh of her pussy. Her moistly twitching pussylips flowered open to give her even greater access as she inserted a second and finally a third finger into the warmly yielding cunt flesh while the continual teasing strokes of her thumb over the wildly tingling bud of her clit almost drove her insane with the obscene passion surging up from her loins.
Then, suddenly, her whole body tensed. The lust-filled accountant, driven by the joint she'd smoked, shuddered and moved her fingers in a lewd rhythm in and out between her shamelessly burning pussy walls. She twitched and shivered, deep throaty groans spewing from her contorted lips until, in a violent whiplash motion, her naked body uncoiled, her legs opening and closing frantically over the fingers that still moved swiftly in and out of the soft flesh of her cunt.
A moment Tater, Alice felt the rising tide begin deep in her belly, a spontaneous seizure racking her voluptuously trembling flesh as she fought and strained for the release she knew was coming. Another spasm of obscene delight shook her, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with the lewdly inciting promise welling in her loins.
Alice moaned in wanton delirium, drawing her pussy-exciting fingers completely out of her quivering cunt and concentrating totally on the rapid stroking of her thumb over the wildly pulsing little bud of her clit. Then she uttered an even louder moan as she shoved the same three fingers savagely back into the trembling depths of her cunt. Her hugely pulsing tits heaved with the effort of her hoarse breathing as her nakedly writhing asscheeks jerked frenziedly up and down off the bed. For a moment longer, she remained in the purgatory of her desperate, unfulfilled lust until, heightened and distorted by the joint she'd smoked, the obscene vision of Gary Webster's ravishment bf the virginal young secretary reentered her mind. And then, suddenly, it began: a deep trembling far up inside her loins that surfaced in a volcano of exploding frustrations, bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of sensation that soared through every inch of her nakedly thrashing body. The lust-possessed brunette even further intensified the rapid stroking of her thumb over the wildly pulsating bud of her clitty while continuing the frantic finger-fucking in and out of her curl-rimmed cunt. Her breath rasped in short gasps as she cried out deliriously, wallowing in the depraved bliss of the lightning-like jolts shooting through her.
At last Alice's whitely trembling asscheeks sank down against the bed in exhausted satiety and she dropped her head limply to the pillow, still gasping from the strain of her frenzied activity. She reached down for the sheet and pulled it lightly up over her body.
For several moments longer the lewd little spasms continued to course through her pussy. She moved a hand slowly up to one of her still throbbing titties, stroking it tenderly, her eyes closing. Then she lifted her head, again opening her eyes, staring about the empty room in despair. She had solved nothing. Her wanton submission to her obscene lust, to the temptation to relieve herself in the perverted act of finger-fucking her own cunt, may have temporarily satisfied her, but tomorrow she would still need a man just as badly as she had today. Any man. How long could she hold out against her lewd desires, her shameful craving for a cock?
CHAPTER FOUR
The voluptuous brunette accountant was imagining herself lying nakedly on a bed, writhing beneath a huge, thickly pulsing prick that was fucking in and out of her cock-starved little cunt and almost jumped when she heard the door of the office open. ' She'd been in the storage room looking for some tax forms, and imagining all sorts of pussy-exciting dreams to keep her mind off of what was really troubling her. She'd been expecting Tom Gainsborough all morning. She'd dreaded her next confrontation with him over the whole weekend, and now she didn't know how she could face him after what had happened Friday night. There was no excuse for an adult woman like herself to lead a man as far as she'd led Tom Gainsborough and then turn him down.
Alice hesitated a moment, then walked slowly down the hall to her office. She stopped outside the door and took a deep breath. When she opened it she almost gasped aloud in shocked surprise.
It was Gary Webster, not her boss.
"Hello, dear Miss Dearbourne."
Alice felt the color drain from her face, and for a moment she was able to say nothing. She waited, framed in the doorway, staring in awe at the man who in turn gazed back at her with a perfectly open smile. Then the embarrassed young brunette nearly winced as his dark eyes strayed slowly down to the hugely heaving swells of her tits, then gradually descended the whole length of her shapely body.
"What do you want?" she finally managed to ask in a quavering voice.
Gary Webster lifted his hand to his cheek. "I wanted to ask you how you're getting on ... do you like the job, and if you need any help?" he smiled.
"I seem to be able to handle everything," she replied coldly and bit her lip. The helpless protests of the young secretary Gary Webster had so ruthlessly fucked before her very eyes seemed to echo in her ears, and her voluptuous body began to tremble and she thought that if she tried to speak she wouldn't be able to control her voice. A mixture of emotions clouded her judgment; every impulse to action was stymied by a contradictory one. She couldn't deny the strange surge of warped craving welling up in her own cock-starved pussy even now at the recollection of the obscene seduction she'd witnessed though that fascination was almost overcome by her indignation, her identification with sympathy for the innocent blonde. Alice didn't know what to do now. She didn't know how she really felt.
"Well, I'm glad to know we not only have gained a competent accountant, but she's a very beautiful woman," he said finally.
Now Alice thought the color must be rushing back into her face, and she couldn't even guess how long she'd been standing there in the doorway staring at her co-worker.
"Thank you," she said, trying to smile. "How long have you been with Walker and Eddison?" "About ten years. Another twenty and I can retire. I don't like working...."
At that, Alice did at last manage a weak smile. "I don't think anyone does. Now, if you don't mind, I have work...."
"I also came in because I have this sore throat. I was wondering if you'd take a look? If it's real bad, I probably should go see a doctor."
"Yes, you should go see a doctor. I am an accountant, Mr. Webster," she replied coldly.
"Gee, Miss Dearbourne. I sure would appreciate it if you would take a look. If it's as red as it feels...."
"Okay, okay," Alice said, extremely put out and not bothering to hide the fact. "Just have a seat there in my chair," she said, indicating the leather-padded chair behind her desk.
Gary Webster sat down, his eyes roving slowly over the supple curves of the voluptuous brunette's body, provocatively defined by her thin, tightly fitting print dress as she approached. In spite of the fact that she was still trembling a little, she managed to smile, ignoring his brief glance down to the hugely inviting swells of her soft tits straining against the front of her dress.
Gary Webster obeyed her instructions to lean his head back and open his mouth. Catching her breath, Alice bent over him, squinting to peer into her co-worker's mouth. In spite of herself she couldn't-help being nervously aware of the proximity of their bodies. Their faces were not more than six inches apart and she knew the out-thrust of her huge titties was almost touching Gary Webster's chest. Nor could she prevent her gaze from straying upward so that her eyes met his. The expression there almost caused her to draw back. She had never seen such pure animal lust in anyone's eyes!
"I don't see anything," Alice said.
She started to draw back, then her body stiffened and the flush returned to her cheeks as she felt Gary Webster's hand touch her up almost beneath her arm, shockingly close to the outside of one softly trembling tittie. The sheer surprise must have paralyzed her for a moment-she couldn't bring herself to move. Mixed with her rising anger was still a distant but nonetheless compelling want that helplessly gripped her in the bonds of her own confusion.
Then she felt the accountant's fingers move slowly, surely, inching closer to the side of her hugely quivering tit in a gentle stroking motion. She gasped, gritting her teeth, staring in shock and awe. Incongruously, even as he insinuated his hand toward her tit, Gary Webster still held his head cocked back, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth wide open.
A shiver went through her body and with a sudden rallying of her will power, Alice pulled away. Now Gary raised his head and closed his mouth, opening his eyes to stare at her with undisguised lust. Alice looked back in rage, her huge tits heaving noticeably under her thin print dress, her whole body trembling with anger at the man's lewdly insulting advance.
"Just what do you think I am?" she hissed. "Hunh? I don't understand."
"If you believe you can walk in her complaining of a phony sore throat and get fresh with me...!"
"I didn't get fresh, Miss Dearbourne. I just touched you, for Christ's sake."
"You were stroking my titties!" she shouted back. It sounded ludicrous, and for some reason she felt she had been completely made a fool of. Somehow she had to get back at the man. She had to salvage some aspect of pride and dignity. "You were stroking my tits!" she repeated desperately, realizing immediately that it sounded nasty.
"Aw, come on. I just needed to be comforted. My throat hurts and I needed some ... affection."
A little burst of vicious laughter escaped Alice's lips. If there was anything in the world she couldn't, stand, it was having her intelligence insulted. Again she recalled the pleadings of protest from the innocent secretary whose virgin pussy Gary Webster had so ruthlessly fucked-and now he was telling her he needed affection to comfort his sore throat. The audacity of it was almost beyond her comprehension.
"And I didn't mean to touch your tits, either. If you think that just because I touched you I was going to do something dirty, then you must just have a dirty mind."
Alice saw nothing for an instant. A blurring wave swept over the field of her vision. She opened her mouth to speak and for a second or two the words wouldn't come. She was too angry to even talk. Then in a hoarse and quavering voice, she spewed: "And I suppose it was just my dirty imagination creating a hallucination of you fucking that little blonde-haired secretary in the storage room last Friday!"
Alice stopped short on the last word of the sentence. Her vision returned and a low sigh eased softly from her mouth. She stared, dumbfounded at her co-worker, watching the comprehension creep slowly across his face, almost in time with her own realization of her stupid and compromising blunder.
He sat up straighter, leaning forward, the smile registering slowly on his face.
"I mean ... I saw you going in there," Alice said almost in a stutter.
"You watched."
"I didn't watch."
"Yes, you did. And you didn't say anything to us. Because you liked it. Because you wanted to see it."
"I hated it," Alice said quietly, dropping her eyes ashamedly to the floor.
She heard him stand up and when she looked up her eyes filled with tears of shame at the exposure of her own sordid, vicarious participation in the lewd deed in question.
"You must have watched a long time, Miss Dearbourne," he said softly as he approached her, his eyes now intent on the sobbing brunette's face. "And you didn't say anything because you couldn't stop yourself from wanting to watch, because you have a hot cunt and you would like it to be fucked too. And afterwards, you couldn't say too much about us because you knew you had seen too much, because you were in it too, by enjoying watching the whole damn thing...."
Alice watched the handsome accountant through blurred vision. His words sounded distant and strange to her, not like the words of an intelligent professional, but the words of a lust-crazed male. And she knew it was all true ... as horrible as it was, it was all true!
A low sob rose in the beautiful young woman's throat as he stepped up to her, and a tremor passed through her curvaceous body as he reached his arms around her waist and started to snuggle up against her, lowering his face and nestling it against the hugely throbbing fullness of her titties.
"Oooooohhhhh ... mmmmmmmm ... ooooooohhhhhhhh!" she moaned and her legs almost buckled under her with the need coursing through her hotly tingling pussy. Then her love-crazed body stiffened again as his hands dropped to her smoothly curved asscheeks, stroking at the thin silky material of her dress, boldly running a finger from the base of her spine right down the forbidden crack between her wantonly trembling asscheeks.
For a moment longer, Alice swayed against him, then once more her anger at the insult and the audacity of his indecent approach blotted all else from her mind, so she could think of nothing but retaliating, putting him in his place, and re-establishing her own coolness before she, too, became his object of lust. In a sudden angry motion she pushed him back, staring wildly down at his lewd grin and the salacious glint of triumph in his passion-jaded eyes. That did it-that gloating triumph was more than she could bear! With a low hiss, Alice lashed out. She felt the sting on the palm of her hand, heard the loud crack as it struck his smooth, gloating cheek. He almost fell over from the hard slap, and when Alice's hand dropped to her side, he seemed to still be reeling.
Gary Webster regained his balance and looked slowly back at her. Alice didn't have any idea how long she met his gaze, a gaze filled with laughter and a smoldering passion that proclaimed his lust and her own desire. She felt herself melting, her resolve to resist temptation fading with the steadiness of his cunt-exciting stare. And she knew that Gary Webster was right about her ... she had secretly invited the obscene pass he was making at her. She had retaliated against him for her own failings, her own lewd desires, and now, as never before, she could understand Gary Webster's motivation in wanting to take an innocent young secretary and seduce her, fuck her until in spite of all her objections she was reduced to a helpless mass of lusting flesh, groveling for his hugely throbbing prick.
Alice raised her hand slowly and wiped at the tears spilling freely down her cheeks. Oh God, could it be? Her pussy was tingling hotly. She wanted to be fucked by Gary Webster! But she had to control her lewd desires ... she had to!
But beautiful Alice Dearbourne knew that she couldn't.
"I'm sorry," she whispered quietly. "I didn't mean that ... or I meant it for myself and did it to you because you were the only person I had to lash out at." She paused, swallowing hard to choke back the sobs in her throat. She knew what she was about to propose was completely insane. But she could think of nothing else, no other way under these circumstances to express to her co-worker what she wanted to. She remained in nervous indecision a moment, then at last she moistened her lips and spoke again in a trembling voice: "And you were right. I did watch it all and I did want you to fuck me and I want you even now. But I know I can't have you. I don't deserve you, and if I were to take advantage of my situation here in this office, being the only woman accountant around all of you men for the sake of my own pleasure, I would be asking for whatever happened to me."
"But you wouldn't be taking advantage of me," Gary said smiling.
"Just be quiet and let me finish. I have led you on, I know that. And I'm going to do something for you to make up for that. I just want you to promise me you won't ever tell anyone else who works here."
"I won't tell. Christ, I promise I won't tell!"
The pretty brunette smiled, again reaching up to wipe the tears from her face. "All right. Come over her and lie on my desk on your back," she said, moving past him toward the large oak desk.
With a confused look on his face, Gary Webster complied.
"What are you going to do, Miss Dearbourne?"
Alice took a deep breath, moving up beside the table to gaze through lust-narrowed eyes down at the accountant. The excitement coursing through her own hot little cunt now was almost more than she could stand, and she knew that what she was about to propose was sheer madness. But she didn't care anymore. She'd made up her mind, and once she'd resolved to act, an unknown masochistic lust seemed to have taken possession of her. What had begun moments ago as a plan to subjugate herself solely to compensate for her own guilt had suddenly become irresistible to her-all the more so for its unspeakable perversion. She almost closed her eyes as she said softly and without warning, "I'm going to suck your prick."
The lust-inspired brunette smiled again at the look of sheer desire in the man's eyes, unable to stop the soft moan rising in her throat as she quickly reached down and undid the zipper to his pants, darting her fingers deftly inside the fly. Webster's hips jerked in sudden excitement as she closed her fingers around the hugely pulsing hardness of his cock, causing it to swell perceptibly in her hand as she worked it out of the fly and watched it loom up in a hotly throbbing hard-on. A little quiver of passion flowed through her own hot, juicy pussy as she bent the accountant's cock downward slightly, tugging gently at the foreskin to draw it slowly up and down from the naked cockhead along the painfully jerking hardness. She continued this smooth stroking for several moments, the rhythmic caresses seeming to prompt Webster's already large prick to an even more stunning erection. Then as the excited man groaned and gasped, Alice gradually decreased the up and down skinning motion on his heavily throbbing cock sticking straight up from his still-clothed loins.
The wantonly aroused female accountant gazed down in eager anticipation of the lewd act she was now determined to commit. Alice hesitated but a moment longer. She knew what she was about to do would mean the loss of her whole reason for being here. She'd so desperately wanted to spend at least a short while without getting involved. Now here she was getting involved on the most sordid level, and the one that made her the most vulnerable. Because to a certain extent, once this had happened she would be under Gary Webster's power. Anytime he wanted to he would be able to tell what had happened and, even if he were only half-believed, it would cast enough doubt on her that she would no longer be able to function in the company. But by the same token, her trusting the man would create a bond between them and, in that way, the involvement. Once she had gone through with her daring plan, Alice would never be able to be completely uninvolved as long as she remained here. There would always be a tie between her and Gary Webster, even if they weren't together, because of the secret she trusted him to keep for her. But, dangerous and complicated as it all was, she was determined to go through with it. She had promised. Now it was too late to back out!
Slowly the voluptuous brunette flicked her tongue out of her mouth, moistening her glistening lips in lewd anticipation of what she was about to do. Then, her own secret desire surging almost as wildly as she knew Webster's must be, she lowered her face down toward the man's body, bending the thickly pulsing hardness of his cock backwards until it was aimed straight up at her mouth.
Then, only inches from it, she paused again and parted her lips to exhale gently over the smooth glans, shining obscenely with the tiny droplet of cock-juice that issued from it.
"Oh Christ!" Webster gasped, his lips jerking in steadily building anticipation at the sight of the female accountant's pursed lips just inches away from the pulsing head of his painfully throbbing prick.
Alice purred softly in her own lust-inspired delirium, her fingers resuming the gentle up-and-down skinning motion that prompted ever more frantic gyrations of his hips. Then gingerly she darted her tongue from between her lips, the saliva-moistened extremity coming into sudden shocking contact with the hotly throbbing tip of Webster's prick. She circled her tongue slowly about the rubbery cock-head, hearing the man's moans and feeling his hips begin to twitch even more wildly in response to the wanton teasing, The tip of her tongue found the tiny opening of the glans and flicked wetly over it to devour the little drop of cum-juice that had appeared, the tangy taste only serving to further stimulate her own unnatural craving. Then her hand slipped lightly down to the base of his thickly pulsing cock as she continued to lick provocatively at the tip, still refusing to actually take it into her mouth.
For a moment longer, Gary Webster lay passively beneath her. Then with a sudden deep groan, he reached down into Alice's long dark hair, pulling her face forward toward his loins at the same time as he thrust his tightly flexing asscheeks eagerly upward.
"Yes, Miss Dearbourne!" he rasped. "Suck me, Jesus! Suck my cock!"
With a muffled cry of mixed delight and protest at the sudden aggression, Alice yielded at once, taking the warmly throbbing cock between her sensuous lips, feeling the lewdly pulsing hardness drive mercilessly down the length of her tongue toward the back of her throat. It almost choked her, but she couldn't resist the excitement heightened by the blunt word which would ordinarily have shocked her and repulsed her, and she took a wanton, masochistic pleasure from the man's sudden assumption of authority in their obscene coupling. She surrendered her lips in total submission as she felt the wildly pulsing cockhead fucked into the inner recesses of her mouth, almost making her gag in its obscene penetration. She purred softly around the pulsing shaft and began to suck in earnest.
Webster's hips quivered on the hard wood of her desk as he felt the voluptuous accountant's lips close around his lustfully throbbing hardness. He'd known the first time he'd seen the hot little cunt that she was a woman in dire need of cock. He'd learned to recognize that condition well enough at an early age when he'd watched his mother and sister after his father had ran off. He'd known his own visit to her office was a real long shot, but then she'd slipped and admitted that she'd watched him and that little blonde secretary fucking in the storage room. Still, even then he hadn't dreamed she'd suck his prick, and he'd been completely shocked when she'd suggested it. The chick didn't seem like the type, but Christ, she was being a goddamned whore about it! And it was really happening to him, and it felt better than anything he'd experienced in a long time.
The lewdly excited brunette began a slow bobbing of her head as she felt Webster start to hunch eagerly up and down on her desk, surrendering her lips and mouth ever more willingly at the irresistible surges of her own compelling lust. Again and again she felt the hugely pulsing hardness of his cock driving into her mouth, the throbbing cockhead fucking swiftly the length of her tongue to embed itself all the way to the back of her throat as Webster squirmed his loins harder and harder up against the shameless brunette's face.
With a wanton whisper, Alice closed her eyes, working her head up and down more swiftly with each passing second, her tongue flashing wildly around the expanding rigidity and flicking right up into the silken curls of pubic hair protruding from the fly of his pants. Gradually she was shedding the inhibitions that had lingered even after she'd begun the obscene act. She made lewd, gurgling sounds deep in her throat, concentrating all her energies on her submissive sucking of the accountant's cock, dedicating all the warmth and softness of her lips and mouth for her co-worker's pleasure. Her lips worked ravenously, tightly stretched by the lewdly intruding hardness, and already she was beginning to hunger for the sweet-tasting cock-juice she knew must even now be starting to well up in Webster's painfully aching balls. And as she intensified her sucking, Alice's own body began to sway and undulate. Her hot little cunt tingled hungrily beneath the thin material of her panties, and she could feel her own masochistic passion building toward the point of no control. Beneath her, Webster was growing hotter by the second, his own lust manifested clearly in the more violent upward thrusts of his hips and the deeper, more urgent groans issuing from his throat.
Then suddenly a shiver passed through her own weakly trembling pussy as the man reached up and touched her, running his hand gently around her waist and stroking down across her smoothly curved asscheeks on the outside of her dress. For a moment longer Alice continued her fervent sucking, her whole pussy quivering in response to the man's searching hands as they moved eagerly down between the fullness of her tightly clenched asscheeks. Then with a soft whimper she raised her head, letting Webster's hotly twitching cock drop from her lips. Her face flushed with overwhelming desire that was beginning to consume her as she gazed through slitted eyes down at Gary Webster's lust-contorted features.
"Yes," she moaned. "Touch me too ... pull my skirt up and put your hand inside my panties and play with my pussy. I have to cum too, Gary!"
Gary Webster was incredulous! He stared in surprise at the shameless brunette for a couple of seconds, then eagerly he began to work the skirt up the satiny flesh of her thighs and over the panty-clad roundness of her asscheeks, bunching it up at her waist above the near transparent bikini panties and working his hand quickly down inside the tight elastic waistband and right down the crack between her excitedly twitching asscheeks to the already moistened slit of her curl-rimmed cunt.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhhh!" Alice mewled excitedly, dropping her lips hungrily back to his hotly jerking cock-head, her tongue swiping softly over the hugely pulsing tip before he lunged violently upward, to drive the smooth, resilient shaft once again deep into her mouth.
The supple brunette's delirious moan emerged from around the thick pillar of flesh penetrating her lips, her body twitching in eager little spasms from the contact of Webster's fingers moving hungrily along the cunthair-rimmed slit of her pussy, insistently parting the tender, moist pussylips. Then her smoothly curved asscheeks jerked even more wildly at the first shattering contact with her wetly palpitating little clit, and she resumed the lewd, bobbing motion of her head as she felt Webster's other hand begin to work the elastic waistband slowly down off the contracting cheeks of her whitely trembling ass. Another shiver went through her cock-starved cunt as his finger stroked back up the length of her trembling pussy to brush lightly over the little puckered hole of her ass.
Now the shameless female accountant was sucking his cock with all her might, her head keeping a frenzied rhythm in time to his wildly fucking cock, her teeth scratching lightly up and down the sensitive skin of his thickly throbbing prick to prompt more guttural groans of passion from his throat. Webster tried to concentrate his full attention on the brunette's near-naked ass and the hotly twitching wetness of her pussy as his fingers moved from her hairless little asshole to flick teasingly from behind into the obscenely parted cuntlips and proceeded in swiftly titillating strokes up over the little clit nestled in the silken, dark pussyhairs at the top of the slit. Then, his middle finger slipped up between her darkly curling cuntlips, rousing a spontaneous twitch of desire from Alice's curvaceous, whitely quivering asscheeks.
"Oooooohhhhh! Oohhh, God, ooohh. Yes ... like that ... oooohhhh!" he heard her moan as the finger wormed slowly up into the softly resisting pussy flesh. Then, he heard the passion-demented brunette utter an even deeper moan as he felt her lips clasp his urgently pulsating cock even tighter. His body stiffened with the delicious tickling sensation up and down the mouth-stretching hardness of his prick as the trapped cum began suddenly to surge in his balls in preparation for its mad dash to obscene ejaculation.
"Uh-oh, Miss Dearbourne," Webster gasped, his muscular asscheeks sinking down on the wood of the desk as he tried to regain control. He could feel it welling up and he knew there wasn't going to be a way in the world for him to keep from cumming. He was going to cum whether he wanted to or not! Christ, he was going to shoot off right between her lips!
Alice sensed the sudden increase of tension in the man's body. She knew it wouldn't be long until he came and she began to hunch and undulate her own nakedly trembling asscheeks even more frantically, squirming her moistly throbbing cunt back and forth on the finger that still remained fucked deep up inside it, straining in desperation to attain her own cum simultaneously with him.
"Oh, Jesus ... ooh, Christ ... oohh ... uuuuunnggghhhhh!" Webster groaned again, his whole body quivering. "I'm going to cum," he gasped. "Miss Dearbourne, I'm going to cum...!"
"Oh, yes!" Alice purred around the hugely expanding prick in her mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhppppprr!"
For an instant longer, the accountant lay trembling on the brunette's desk. Then with a sudden upward lunge, he rammed his hotly pulsing cock its full length into Alice's mouth, feeling the tip ram against the back of her throat as the torrentially surging cock-juice began its rush up from his painfully aching , balls. At the same time he began a rapid finger-fucking rhythm in and out of Alice's cunt, his thumb stroking wildly over the , rigidly pulsating bud of her clit.
An instant later, Alice felt the first droplets of the warm, fresh-tasting cum come spewing into her mouth. She gulped, her ivory throat bobbing as she swallowed frantically to keep from choking. Almost at the same instant, the first distant waves began up inside her own hot, juicy cunt. All her mental resistance had been shattered by the sheer perversity of her masochistic submission; she was in a dream state of delirious passion and the physical sensation of Webster's finger-fucking into her hot, quivering pussy took on a surreal and heightened quality. It was going to be the fastest she'd ever cum in her life, but she couldn't have held it back if she'd wanted to! All her defenses had been shattered by her lewd surrender to her warped, obscene lust. Her body was like a tightly wound coil, begging for release, and that combined with the perverted bliss of having the accountant cream right into her mouth, of swallowing every precious drop of the sweet cock-juice exploding into her throat, was enough to drive her immediately over the brink.
Webster realized what was happening and instinctively began to fuck his middle finger even harder into the hungrily devouring flesh of the brunette's cunt as the shocking waves of her wildly exciting cum flowed uncontrollably through her entire body. His own asscheeks jerked and lunged in savage contortions as he rammed his cock harder and harder in between her eagerly sucking lips, building to a crescendo of motion as he continued to squirt the thick, warm droplets of cum deep into her throat.
Alice swallowed like a madwoman, her ecstasy only intensifying her ravenous need to submit, until, with a final exhausted sigh, she sank back onto her desk.
"What a cum!" he exclaimed, as the satiated brunette closed her eyes. Little spasms continued to course through her cunt-juice drenched pussy, and she sucked more gently, licking the saliva and cum that mingled on his thickly coated cock, feeling it gradually begin to deflate in her mouth.
"Oh, Miss Dearbourne." Webster groaned, again. "That was the best cock-sucking I've ever had!"
Alice purred softly, drawing her lips slowly up the length of the man's deflating prick, twirling her tongue for a last swipe around the now tender flesh of the head. Then she raised her own face up. But just as she let the deflated cock slip from her mouth, she felt the first twitch of his lewdly returning passion.
Alice, her skirt still bunched about her waist, her panties still pulled down to mid-thigh to completely expose her cunthair-rimmed pussy and her smoothly curved asscheeks, stared through passion-dimmed eyes at the accountant's loins as his cock began to stir and surge to a new hard-on.
"Let me fuck you now, Miss Dearbourne," he said. "My prick will be hard in just a minute."
Alice bit her lips, her eyes glowing as she gazed up at his face. She wanted him to fuck her now, perhaps even more than she had before. The shattering cum may have momentarily satiated her, but she knew it had also whetted her appetite. Now, more than ever before, she was going to have a difficult time controlling herself. But somehow she had to. She couldn't continue to do this, couldn't start what would inevitably become a long-term and involving affair with her co-worker.
Sadly, Alice shook her head. "No, we can't."
"What's wrong with you? Shit!"
Her body still trembling from the passion that had engulfed her, Alice backed away from the desk and carefully pulled her panties up and worked her skirt down over her still trembling asscheeks and thighs. She shook her head again, and turned half away, her sensuously throbbing tits heaving as she strained to catch her breath.
"We can't ... this has to be the only time. You can find plenty of young secretaries to ... fuck."
"But I don't want to fuck them the way I want you. If you can do what you just did, I bet you can fuck better than any little virgin!"
Alice smiled quietly. "Well, I should hope I've learned something they don't know. And I do like you, Gary, and I know you would be a very good lover for me. But it wouldn't work...."
Ruefully Gary Webster sat up, pushing his still half-erect cock back into his pants and dropping down off the desk to his feet.
"Do you understand, Gary? Why this has to be the last time?"
For a moment Webster kept a pensive silence, watching her almost sullenly. Then he smiled and shook his head.
"Nope ... and it wasn't the last time. I'm visiting your office again tomorrow. And you know what, honey? I'll bet you a whole week's salary that you're going to be glad to see me. You love cock, sweet-tits, I can tell. I've been around, and I don't think I ever met a chick so hot for cock as you are!"
Alice could only stare blankly at the good-looking accountant. There was nothing she could say to his lewd accusation. For, she knew he was right. She did love cock!
"See you around!" Webster said, from her office door. He was really beat and didn't know how the hell he'd be able to make it through the rest of the day. It was surprising how much energy it took out of you just to have your cock sucked by a chick who really knew how to do it, and it was hard to imagine what he was going to feel like tomorrow after he'd really given her a good fuck; which would mean doing a lot more of the work himself. He took one last glance at the wanton brunette and on trembling legs, he closed Miss Dearbourne's office door behind him.
"Mr. Webster! Mr. Webster!" Andy Wycoff, the young office boy panted as he ran up to the good-looking accountant. "Got some papers for you!"
"Oh, thanks. These are the Stember tax returns. Where are the Youngs'?" Webster asked as he looked through the manila folder Andy had handed him.
"Debbie Marks, that cute little blonde secretary-well, she's looking for them, said she'll being them straight to your office ... hey, by the way, she was asking about you," Andy said. "She thought you must have gone home for the day. She'd been looking for you."
"Go home to my wife when there's action around here?" Webster said, watching the young boy. "No fucking way!"
"I didn't think so, Mr. Webster."
"I think she wants you to fuck her," Andy said. "And that's what I sure would like to do with her." He paused, his face reddening slightly. "Do you still think you can fix that with her? Where I can get my first piece of cunt?"
Webster smiled, walking slowly over to the water cooler. "I'll tell you what, Andy. I've been thinking it over, and I've got a better idea. For his first piece, a guy should have a chick who really knows how to fuck. And Debbie's still not that good, since she hasn't done it but a couple of times with me."
"Yeah, but I don't want a whore for my first time. And Debbie's the best-looking girl in the whole office."
"I'm not talking about a whore, and anyway, she's not the best-looking. There's one other one who looks even better than Debbie."
"Well, I sure haven't seen her."
"I'm talking about Miss Dearbourne. The new accountant."
CHAPTER FIVE
Andy Wycoff, Jack Higgins, and Harry Saunders were eagerly crouched on the floor of Webster's office by the ventilation shaft, listening eagerly into Alice Dearbourne's office where Gary Webster had claimed Miss Dearbourne, the new lady accountant, had sucked his cock yesterday. Andy still wasn't sure he believed the story. It was about the most incredible thing he'd ever heard in his life, but he couldn't see why Mr. Webster would lie about such a thing. And he really did hope it was the truth. Because if Mr. Webster's plan to blackmail Miss Dearbourne into taking on all four of them the next day worked, Andy would be losing his virginity in style! He'd begun to think he was never going to get laid, and doing it to a beautiful huge-titted woman accountant like Miss Dearbourne was just about more than he could even have dreamed of. Crap!
"He'll be coming in any minute," Andy said, nudging Jack Higgins.
"I still don't believe it," Higgins said after a moment's silence.
"I'm sure he'll do it!" Andy retorted excitedly.
"I dunno. She seems like kind of cold to me. I think it's some kind of trick."
"What kind of trick?"
"I don't know. Just a trick. What would a sexy babe like Dearbourne want with a plain old accountant? I heard she had a date with the head of the department last weekend, so what would she want with Webster?"
"Maybe she likes his big prick ... or any prick," Andy intruded. "There are some chicks like that."
"How do you know?" Harry sneered. "A kid like you...."
"Mr. Webster told me," Andy said quietly. Then he looked back to the shaft, holding his finger up to his lips to motion the others to silence. A moment later Gary and Alice came through the door into her office.
"Now, Gary," they heard the brunette say. "You know I told you I didn't want you to come back today. What happened yesterday was an accident."
Jack Higgins felt Harry Saunders nudge him in the ribs, crowding even closer to him to get a better look through the shaft. The female accountant was watching Gary sternly, but Jack could easily detect the tension in her face, and the distinct rise and fall of her hugely voluptuous tits betrayed her heavy breathing.
Inside the little office, Gary watched the cock-hungry woman almost sullenly, yet with a nicker of a smile on his face. He knew the guys were peeping through the ventilation shaft in his office and he was determined not to fail in his seduction of the new accountant with them looking on. But he'd expected a certain amount of resistance, and was confident he could overcome it. Miss Dearbourne had enjoyed sucking his cock too much for her not to want more. He was pretty sure she wanted to fuck her as much as he wanted to get into her tight little cunt-it was just a matter of getting her hot enough that she couldn't stop herself-hardly different from seducing a young secretary, and Gary had had plenty of experience at that.
"You know we can't ... we can't have an affair right here in the office," she said, watching him with pleading eyes.
"But I thought you liked my prick, Miss Dearbourne?" Gary said in the sexiest voice he could muster.
Alice eyed the good-looking young man in desperation. She wondered if he were even capable of imagining what he'd put her through. All last night she hadn't been able to think of anything or anyone but him. Even now she could almost taste his delicious male cock-juice shooting obscenely into her mouth as she groveled and sucked in wantonly slavish submission over him. Yesterday's episode had only whetted her lust. She wanted him to fuck her more than ever now, but somehow she had to resist. If she didn't, the consequence would inevitably lead again to her own downfall and disgrace.
"I thought you liked my prick?" he repeated. "You know it could make you feel real good...."
"Oh Gary, I do. It could," Alice said in a near-cracking voice. "You know I like your pr ... prick, but-"
"I thought you enjoyed sucking it off, Miss Dearbourne."
Alice sucked her breath in, feeling a lump rise in her throat at those obscene words that in any normal frame of reference would have repulsed her, yet now only served to weaken her already faltering resistance.
"I did like it," she said. "I liked it, liked doing it for you more than anything I've ever done in my life."
Outside, Jack Higgins glanced triumphantly at young Andy Wycoff. Again he motioned for quiet, pressing his face against the shaft to peer closer into the little office.
"Now I want to do something for you," Gary said. "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
Alice's lips quivered as she tried to speak, but for a moment she was unable to. Her eyes moved slowly down the length of Gary Webster's muscular body. Again she remembered the sight of him, half-undressed, squirming and writhing on the blanket in the storage room with the young blonde secretary. She wanted him to fuck her so badly she could hardly stand it-wanted his whole body naked, to caress and kiss and hold. She wanted his cock, which yesterday had so thoroughly violated her mouth, fucking deep up inside her hot, juicy cunt. But she couldn't have it. When finally she did speak, her voice was so soft the men outside couldn't even hear her.
"We can't, Gary. That's all there is to it. You have to leave now. And if you won't I will have to speak with Mr. Gainsborough."
Gary Webster knew it was now or never. He had to make his move. He took a quick, deep breath and started forward, seeing the voluptuous brunette's eyes flare with alarm as she backed away from him until she was pressed against the wall several feet from the door.
Alice watched the good-looking man almost with terror, her body trembling as he moved toward her and extended a hand slowly to one of her hugely heaving titties. She pressed herself back tight against the wall, a soft whimper of protest rising in her throat, as the hand moved up to touch the fully rounded breasts, crushing the bra cup down hard against the swelling mound, the friction causing the nipple to rise to instant tingling rigidity. She sighed heavily, her legs almost going weak as he moved closer to her. Then, in a sudden motion she side-stepped away from him, spinning and retreating backwards for several paces only to find herself trapped again, now pinned against her desk where he had lain only yesterday while she sucked him off and let him cum in her mouth. And again Gary was upon her, his hand moving once more to the straining swell of her tits, prompting another feeble protest from her lips. Alice's strength failed her completely as the persistent accountant bent down and crushed his lips hotly against hers, his tongue fucking sensuously into her mouth as his groping hand continued to knead and massage her softly trembling tits.
The trembling brunette closed her eyes, fighting with all her might against the electric sensations coursing through her hot little cunt. She squirmed and writhed, trying once more to twist away from the handsome man, but the movement only served to put her body into closer contact with his, and the shocking pressure of his thighs and hugely pulsing cock against the tingling flesh of her cunt only further stimulated her wantonly growing need, making resistance even more difficult. She couldn't help herself. She wanted this man so desperately she thought she would die if she didn't have him-her body was crying out in agonizing need. Her will to resist was breaking!
"No, please." The shamelessly aroused woman gasped as Gary moved his mouth away from hers and began to kiss his way down the sensitive skin of her neck. Then she shivered as he drew back slightly, his fingers beginning to work at the top buttons of her dress, deftly parting the silky material to reveal the mouth-watering cleavage of her huge tits, pushed up high and close together by the tightly restricting cups of her lacy white bra.
"No, Gary. Don't." she gasped. "Please don't do that, don't touch my titties like that ...!"
Gary Webster gazed up at her eagerly as he continued to undo the buttons of her dress, again pressing his hugely bulging cock hard into her shamelessly tingling pussy, beginning to grind against it in a lewdly undulating hip motion that almost drove her wild.
"What difference does it make now?" he asked. "After what happened yesterday, what difference does it make if I go ahead and fuck that hot little pussy of yours just this once?"
Alice looked down at the good-looking accountant through lust-dimmed eyes. Yes, she thought, what difference did it make ... after all, she had already sucked his cock. What would it matter if she let him fuck her cock-hungry pussy just this once? But a voice in the back of her mind told her that it made all the difference in the world, because if she didn't stop now, if she broke down again today in the face of the wanton desire that threatened to consume her, she would never again be able to control her passion, ever. She would once again become a slave to her own base sexual desires. The voice spoke, but she was hardly able to hear it ... and every second it was growing weaker and weaker....
Alice fought for a moment longer. Then she sobbed softly and nodded her head.
"Okay, Gary," she whispered with a deep, trembling sigh. "You can fuck me just this once." Gently the distraught brunette accountant pushed him back and as he smiled triumphantly and began to unbutton his shirt, Alice eased her tight-fitting dress from her smooth white shoulders and let it drop lightly to the floor about her feet.
Outside the three men watched with rapidly building excitement as the shameless brunette shed her dress and Gary Webster started getting out of his clothes. Then, clad only in bra and panties, the hotly trembling woman paused for a moment, swaying slightly on her feet so her scantily clad asscheeks rubbed excitedly against the edge of her hard wooden desk. A sultry smile on her lips, she reached one hand behind her back and deftly flicked at the snap of her bra, then with a shrug of her shoulders let the straps slip down her arms so the garment fell away to the floor to leave her hugely billowing tits completely naked, standing up full and proud without the need of artificial support, the nipples swelling provocatively from their contact with the air.
"I'll be damned! My prick is about to burst already ... Get a load of those fantastic tits!" Harry Saunders said under his breath and young Andy Wycoff could only gasp. He'd never seen a chick with such a good body as the new accountant, not even in magazines! She was slim and that only accented the size of her tits! Now that she was this close to being naked, he didn't know if he could wait until she took off her panties ... he wanted to see her pussy so bad he could hardly stand it!
Gary Webster glanced furtively at the vent, catching just a glimpse of one of the guys' faces peering past the grating. Now his triumph was secured. He knew the chick had gone past the point of no return, and once she learned he had three witnesses who not only had seen him fuck her today, but had heard her talking about sucking his cock yesterday, there wouldn't be a way in the world she could refuse him anything from now on. He would really have her where he wanted her, and he'd get young Andy broken in right, by a woman who really knew what she was doing in bed, and set up the other two for something special.
With a soft sigh, Alice dropped her hands down to the tight elastic waistband at the top of her silk panties, her thumbs slipping inside to brush fleetingly against the warm flesh of her belly and the softly curling cunthairs. She gazed wantonly down at her own now almost naked body, her anticipation only building at the lewdly provocative sight of her hugely straining tits with their pointed nipples, her smooth bare belly and the almost see-through panties hanging low on her ripely flaring hips. She toyed for a moment with the waistband of her panties, inching them a half-inch lower down her sensuously curved asscheeks, then hesitated, looking back up in time to see Gary strip off his pants and jockey shorts to completely expose his muscular body.
A soft moan issued spontaneously from her lips as her eyes trailed slowly down his perfectly proportioned torso and came at last to rest on his hugely throbbing cock, looming up in a full hard-on from the curls of brown pubic hair. Alice knew there was no stopping herself now. She'd gone too far ... no matter what the consequences, she was going to have this good-looking accountant, who looked to her now like the most exciting male she had ever seen in her life. And now she wanted to waste no more time waiting for it! At one time, she'd gone more than seven months without having had a man fuck her, and that was too much time for a woman in her prime to waste! How silly of her to try to turn over a new leaf with this new job! She was going to have one of the best fucks of her life, and judging by what she'd seen last Thursday afternoon in the storage room she didn't have any doubt that this horny, brash young accountant was capable of giving it to her.
With a soft smile, Alice beckoned the naked man forward. She leaned back against her desk, her legs growing weak again as she felt him push up against her, his breath blowing softly over her hard, swollen nipples as he reached down to seize the tight waistband at the top of her panties, inching them downward just to the peak of the forbidden crack between her smoothly curved asscheeks, barely exposing the softly curling dark pussyhairs up between her tapering thighs in front. A little shiver of anticipation and desire flowed through Alice's body as he leaned closer, pressing his face into the wide, deep valley between her hugely throbbing tits, his lips coming into maddening contact with the throbbing little nipple-buds.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned hoarsely as his hands slipped down into the panties from behind, seizing her tightly clenched asscheeks and pulling her cunt forward so the lewdly exposed erection of his huge cock prodded right up between her legs, pressing the silken panty material up into the soft flesh of her hotly tingling pussy to prompt a little whimper of delight from the very depths of her throat. "Yes ... oooooohhhhhh!" Oh God, her pussy was so hot to be fucked; the aroused female accountant thought excitedly as she dropped her arms down around Webster's back, her fingers eagerly exploring his sensuously rippling muscles as she hugged him tight against the hotly trembling mounds of her huge tits and ground her hips in a shamelessly suggestive rhythm against the lewdly intruding cock that loomed up eagerly between her nakedly spread legs.
"Yes, Gary," she purred softly down into her lover's ear. "Take my panties off ... oh, God, take my panties off and start playing with my pussy!"
Webster needed no further encouragement, but he was still determined to control himself, to take it nice and slow and make sure the new lady accountant was really ready for cock before he did fuck her squirming little cunt. She'd cum almost immediately the day before, but that was no guarantee she would do the same thing today, and besides, he had a double motive for wanting to be extra careful today. Though, with the help of the three witnesses looking through the vent, he would probably be able to blackmail the cock-hungry brunette into doing anything he ordered her to do whether she liked it or not! Gary Webster preferred to have the chicks want to do what he asked them. And if he could really make her cum good today, he was pretty sure he would have dear Miss Dearbourne in a position where she would be more than glad to submit to any demands he made on her. But even more important, Webster wanted to be sure not to fail in front of the guys. He'd never live it down if he finished himself off and left her begging for more.
Gary darted his tongue out thrillingly over one of the pinkly erect nipples of Alice's tits, at the same time moving his hands down further into her panties from behind. An exclamation of surprised delight burst from her lips as he trailed one of his fingers right down into the crack between her sensuously quivering asscheeks before pushing it up between her legs into sharply tantalizing contact with the little cunthair-lined slit of her hot little pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh ... oohhhhh ... ooohhh!" the brunette mewled as her whole body jerked and maddening flutters of desire surged through her flesh as she felt his obscenely exploring finger stroking up and down her sensitive little pink pussy. Then she began to shower kisses on his face as he slowly drew the lacy panties downward with his other hand, easing them deliberately over the shapely swells of her eagerly squirming asscheeks and down the length of her smoothly tanned thighs. Then, with a pleading moan, Alice climbed up on her wooden desk, leaning slowly backward, eyes closed, her arms extended above her head in a gesture of total surrender that only served to further accent her huge, almost bursting titties.
Gary Webster gazed up the length of the voluptuous brunette's eagerly quivering body in gloating glee, his eyes descending slowly from her sensuous face down to the hugely swelling tits and the smooth plane of her belly, at last focusing on the cunthair-rimmed softness between her slightly parted thighs and the glistening slit of her aching little cunt nestled so invitingly there, shining with the cunt-juices that already flowed freely from it.
Alice gazed down at Webster through partially opened eyes, beginning to writhe her hips in an inviting rhythm. "Yes, Gary," she purred in a distant-sounding voice. "Come on and fuck me now. Ooooooohhhhhh ... I can hardly wait for you to fuck my pussy!"
She closed her eyes again, sighing softly as he climbed up onto her desk, scattering papers everywhere, and lowered his body onto hers. She knew Gary Webster had enough experience and she didn't have to tell him what to do. He'd already demonstrated through the deliberate and taunting manner in which he'd removed her panties that he understood that her pussy had to be really worked up, that her desire had to be nurtured until she was at the breaking point before the actual fucking began, and already she was very close to that state.
Then she tensed as she felt her excited lover's hands cup the hugely trembling mounds of her tits, eagerly massaging the vibrantly sensitive flesh, the friction over her excitedly swollen nipples causing further tremors of excitement to course throughout her body. She mewled in appreciation, arching her whitely trembling asscheeks in lewd invitation as he moved his hugely throbbing cock between her wide-splayed thighs, inserting the heavily pulsing head of his virile cock right up between the hot, wet lips of her twitching cunt.
"Ooooohhhhhh ... oooohhh Jesus!" she cried, shivering expectantly as he held his massively throbbing hardness poised above her.
Then, propping himself on one elbow over the lady accountant's naked, writhing body, Gary reached down with his other hand to seize his thickly throbbing prick, bending it downward and then working it slowly back up the entire length of the hot, moistened pussy slit until it made sudden contact with the nakedly tingling little bud of her clit.
"Oh!" she cried, jerking her hips wildly. "Oh! Ooooooooh!"
Gary Webster continued to move his hugely pulsing cock-head steadily up and down the warm, moist cuntlips, feeling them begin to part, becoming damper with each smooth, teasing stroke. Then, his own muscular asscheeks quaking from his rapidly building anticipation, he shoved heavily forward.
Alice cried out sharply, her entire body cringing from the slight pain as the lips of her darkly curling cunt gave way to let just the hugely swollen tip of the lewdly intruding cock slip through.
"Ooooohhh ... ooohhhhh ... take it easy, Gary!" she gasped, her nakedly writhing asscheeks sinking back in retreat from the shocking violation. Oh God, it felt so good to have a huge cock fucking up inside her hot little pussy! Gary was only an accountant, but Jesus, his prick was big! Oh God, it was big! the cock-hungry brunette thought hotly. He felt absolutely enormous, and he was scarcely in her pussy! But at this point even the threat of disgrace didn't diminish her desperate lust. She had to have his cock all the way up inside her cunt. She had to be fucked, had to have her raging lust quenched, even if it did disgrace her!
"Oooooohhhhh ... uuuummmm...." she moaned hotly, shaking her head from side to side on the table, whipping her loosely flowing hair softly about her shoulders. "Come on, Gary. Ooooohhh ... all the way inside me!"
The gloating accountant held himself poised for a moment longer, relishing the words of final submission from the young woman writhing nakedly beneath him, begging for his huge cock. And then, suddenly, she shoved her hips upward, spreading her nakedly trembling thighs even wider apart in her eagerness to take the hugely throbbing hardness of his prick deep into her hot, juicy cunt walls. Almost at the same time, Gary thrust downward, hearing a low moan explode from her lips as the relentlessly demanding length of his huge cock burrowed deeper and deeper into the softly quivering walls of cunt flesh until the brunette's nakedly trembling body sank back again onto the hard wood of her desk as the man dropped his full weight on her.
Gasping for breath, he raised his head and grinned his victory as, with a final forward lunge of his hips, he rammed his thickly pulsing prick up to the hilt in her moistly clenching cunt, skewering her so completely that he felt his cum-swollen balls slap softly down into the crack of her asscheeks against the little puckered hole of her asshole!
For a moment, Alice lay motionless beneath him, then her smoothly curved asscheeks jerked upward violently, her hands coming down to wrap around his back and hold him to her as her entire body began to undulate in a lewd staccato rhythm against him.
The impaled brunette moaned, her obscenely pinioned belly twitching in lustful ecstasy from the sheer raw sensation of mingled pain and pleasure of having that hugely throbbing prick fucking all the way up inside her greedy little pussy. Only vaguely aware now was she of the insanity of what she was doing, and she no longer even cared ... it didn't matter! Nothing was important but the lewdly tingling cock that stretched and filled her, the strong, masculine body crushing down upon her, the stimulation of the searing lust that consumed her and drove her to the very brink of hysteria and delirium! And now the relief she so strongly needed seemed to loom within her reach! Outside, the two men and the office boy watched in disbelief as Gary began to fuck the new lady accountant. Young Andy was a virgin. Even though he had screwed his younger sister's best friend once in the back seat of his step-father's car, he'd never had any conception of what a real woman demanded from sex ... he had never seen anything like this in his entire life, and the thought that tomorrow they'd be getting their own share only further stimulated his uncontrollable excitement ... they were all going wild!
Little tantalizing ripples of pleasure tingled over every inch of Alice's entire body as the good-looking young man began to fuck in and out of her tightly gripping cunt in smooth lunges, gradually increasing the force of his strokes, penetrating deeper and deeper into her desire-tortured pussy.
"OOOOoooohhhh! Ooohhhhh!" she cried as he craned his neck, snuggling his face into the shameless brunette's ecstatically pulsating titties, his tongue roaming wetly over the hard-pointed buds of her nipples as he began to move faster, thrusting the pussy-stretching hardness of his cock in smoothly plunging strokes deep into her hot, juicy cunt, prompting shameless contractions of the hotly clenching cunt-flesh around his surging shaft as her pussy walls began to respond.
"Oh, Gary," she moaned. "Oooohhhhhh ... it feels sooooogooodddd. Oh God ... it feels soooo goooddd when you fuck my pussy like that!"
Gary Webster grinned down proudly at the strained face of the woman mewling in ecstasy beneath him. Her inhibitions were really beginning to break down now, and she was moaning and crying, pleading for more cock! He knew it wouldn't be too long now until she was ready to cum. Jesus, her teeth were gritted, her lips bared over them, and her eyes had opened and were bright with her fiery lust.
Alice lolled her head from side to side on her wooden desk, and her smoothly curved asscheeks jerked frenziedly in an obscene rolling motion that varied and intensified the friction on Gary's hugely throbbing cock. The chick was obsessed, tossing each instant more savagely than the last as her seemingly insatiable body responded to the lewd excitement originating deep in her pussy and flowering relentlessly out through all her shuddering flesh.
"Crap, look at Miss Dearbourne go!" young Andy exclaimed hotly from behind the vent, raising his voice.
"Shhhhhhh!" Jack Higgins cautioned.
"She's not gonna hear anything," Harry said. "And even if she did, I don't think she'd care now. I think we oughta get our pricks in there right now and get in line for cunt!"
Jack Higgins whirled from the vent, staring angrily at his co-worker. After a moment, Harry shrugged. "Well what's the difference if we get her today or tomorrow?"
"Webster's the one who's doing this, and he says tomorrow. So tomorrow it's gonna be."
"I don't care what Webster says. If you want to wait, you can. But I'm going to get a piece...."
"We're all going to wait," Harry said tersely, staring angrily at the other man in spite of his rival's superior size.
Then Andy grabbed him and turned him back to the vent. "Jeez ... ooohhhhhh ... ooohhhh ... Jeeeeezzz! I think Miss Dearbourne's pussy is about to cum all over the place!"
And Alice was going out of her mind from desire! "Oh fuck me," she moaned into his ear, the profanity coming from her own lips only heightening her perverse enjoyment of the lewd ravishment he was inflicting on her nakedly squirming body. "Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God, fuck meeeeee!" she continued to whimper into his ear, spewing forth a stream of every vile and filthy word she could think of. Her hands moved forcefully down his muscular back, seizing his wildly clenching asscheeks and guiding his needlessly impaling lunges down into the passion-hot depths of her hungrily devouring cunt. She arched her smoothly curved asscheeks higher and higher, bucking and tossing wildly beneath him, almost pitching him off the desk with the whiplash motions of her eagerly writhing body. Oh God, she was getting close now! The little quivers of lewd excitement darting through her quivering little cunt came more and more frequently. Reality was fading rapidly in the relentless onslaught of salacious emotions and she was drifting into a dream-state devoid of everything but the one shattering sensation that consumed her ... yet still the climax eluded her, and she knew Gary Webster was beginning to lose control. Her body cried out for more and more, and she thought she would die if he came before she reached her own cum, leaving her hanging unfulfilled in the throes of her excruciating lust.
And then, suddenly, in a desperate motion, the lust-crazed brunette seized one of his hands, pulling it from her hugely trembling tits, down the side of her wildly thrashing body. It was a gesture done only half-consciously, as if a subliminal portion of her mind knew exactly what she needed and had come into action. She vaguely remembered the arousing titillation earlier when Gary had been taking her panties off and had run his finger down between her eagerly spread asscheeks and, inadvertently, right over the sensitive opening of her tiny puckered asshole. At the time, Alice had almost screamed aloud from the raw sensation of the obscene caress, yet now her subconscious recalled and evaluated it positively.
Gary Webster stiffened in surprise as he felt the new female accountant pull his hand down between her savagely squirming asscheeks. Oh Christ, he could feel her feet planted firmly beside his own jerking ass on the wooden desk, giving her the leverage to arch her smoothly curved asscheeks up even higher off the wooden surface, until, when they dropped back down, his hand was placed right between their ripely trembling cheeks, his index finger poking against the little hairless hole of her ass!
"Oooh!" Ooooohhhhh! Ooohhh!" Alice moaned from the sudden stimulating contact, which tickled and hurt at the same time ... yet in spite of the pain, she liked it! She was afraid, yet at the same time she wanted more of it, and with a distant whimper, she screwed her ass down harder in a suggestive rotating motion.
Gary stared in disbelief down at Miss Dearbourne's beautiful, lust-contorted face as he felt the wriggling cheeks of her ass sinking down more heavily onto his hand, sharply increasing the pressure of his lewdly upthrust finger on the tiny asshole. Gradually, as she continued to squirm down against it, he began to realize what she wanted, and for some inexplicable reason his own ravenous passion surged up to the point where he almost came right then.
Incredible as it seemed, the voluptuous brunette wanted him to finger-fuck her in the asshole! Christ!
Alice gasped from the sudden fiery stab of pain as he shoved his finger mercilessly upward, and for an instant it was stymied against the rubbery resistance of the little unlubricated hole, yet the sheer obscenity of what was happening caused her cunt to flower open, releasing a new flowing of her cunt-juices. Then, Gary Webster flicked his finger back over the thin membrane of flesh that separated her two forbidden holes, spreading the hot love-juices down over her tightly contracting ass. Again Alice raised her asscheeks, then lowered them slowly onto the eagerly probing finger, another whimper issuing from her throat from the increasing pressure on the sensitive anal aperture.
"Oooohhh!" she cried. "Oh yes. Put your finger in, Gary. Oh God! Put your finger in my asshole."
Incredulously, Gary pushed upward with a sudden quick movement, feeling the warm, rubbery flesh begin to give way before his lewdly fucking finger. The desire-crazed brunette groaned as he thrust harder; then her whole body shuddered as Gary Webster's index finger wormed slowly up inside the tightly clasping walls of her ass. A deep guttural noise tore from her throat as it sank to the knuckle, a provokingly obscene presence in her most forbidden orifice, where he began to wiggle it around to even further stretch the burning flesh and again she began to moan with passion as the pain faded slightly ... but she loved it!
And then, an instant later, Alice felt the quaking begin deep in her cunt. Save for the staccato trembling, her body was almost motionless on her desk. Gary increased the maddening pressure of his finger embedded far up inside her ass; then his torso jerked spontaneously and he began to grind into her, almost completely withdrawing his hugely throbbing cock from her hungry little cunt, then ramming down with vicious racking strokes that skewered her wildly clenching asscheeks down the length of the impaling finger. Alice groaned, her naked hips twitching as he came down harder and harder upon her, and she felt the waves of bliss swelling deep in her madly clenching pussy, surging relentlessly out over her flesh to sweep all else into completely oblivion.
"Yes, Gary!" she cried. "Cum with me now. Cum with me now! Ohhhh, God! Oooooooohhhhh!"
She threw her legs up, locking her thighs high around his muscular back to form two straight sheaths of her simultaneously violated asshole and pussy. Her whole body responded wildly as he fucked his index finger in and out of the eagerly clasping inner flesh between her ass, moving it right in time with the shattering lunges of his prick deep into her wildly quivering cunt.
The waves of ecstasy started in the depths of her shamelessly twitching pussy, welling up through her belly and the hotly tingling tips of her tits, blanking her mind to everything but the raw sensation of penetrating cock and lewdly skewering finger.
Gary Webster, experienced as he was, could hold back no longer. The presence of his finger deep in Alice Dearbourne's warmly wriggling asshole, pressing against the separating membrane to make her cunt an even tighter sheath around the pulsing hardness of his cock, was more than he could stand!
With a lusty groan, the young accountant began a final series of powerfully jolting in-fucks deep up into her wildly squirming cunt, unleashing all his energy in the thick white droplets of cum surging up and spewing relentlessly into the greedily milking walls of her pussy until the woman beneath him sank back in trembling exhaustion.
"Mmmmmmmmmnnnn ... oooooohhhhh ... mmmmmmm...." she sobbed softly, now running her hands tenderly over Gary's back as he began to slack off gradually, pumping the last drops lazily into her sated cunt as his prick began to deflate and another tremor went through her nakedly quivering pussy as he pulled his finger out of the now slick tightness of her asshole. Then she hugged him close, kissing him wetly on the face. "Ooohhh, God, it was so good, Gary," she purred into his ear. "So good ... mmmmm ... oohhh...."
"You wanna fuck again?" he gasped excitedly.
Alice kissed him again, shaking her head gently. "Not today, Gary. Please that's enough, golly! But will you promise to come back tomorrow? I mean ... when we're sure no one else is around?"
In the other room, Harry Saunders turned away from the vent, looked at Jack Higgins and shrugged. "I guess that settles it. She says she's had enough cock."
"Then how's she gonna handle all four of us tomorrow?" Andy asked eagerly.
"We'll let you go first," Harry said with conviction. "I bet she'll handle as many as we bring, because, man oh man, this chick really digs cock ... she digs it more than any chick that I've ever been around!"
"How the fuck you've been around, Harry?" Jack asked.
"Oh, I've been around. Did a lot of cheating on Betty. There are a lot of gals who'd go for my prick. I couldn't even count them...."
Man, she was one hot little cunt, Gary Webster thought as he joined the two men and the boy who had witnessed his seduction and ravishment of the new female accountant at the Elbow Room down the street from the office later that afternoon. He found them waiting at one of the back tables, all three looking up expectantly as he started across the bar. He swaggered, gazing proudly back at them, enjoying his reputation as the big-cock around the office, a reputation he knew was now secured. By the end of the week the whole damn place would probably know about how he had fucked the new lady accountant! And, Webster thought, if his plans for tomorrow came off right, his reputation would probably endure around Utica even after he had retired and split from the place.
As Gary walked up to the table a short cheer went up. Young Andy Wycoff leaned over and patted him on the back as he sat down in the booth.
"What'll you have, stud? I'm buying, man!"
Webster grinned. "Scotch and soda."
"O.K.," Andy said, motioning to the pretty redheaded cocktail waitress.
"Crap, you really threw her a fucking," Jack Higgins said appreciatively. "I've got to admit I've never screwed a girl the way you did Miss Dearbourne."
"I didn't have any idea fucking was that wild!" Andy exclaimed. "I mean I knew it could get wild, but I didn't think it was like that. Jeeeezzzz!"
"It helps to have a girl who knows what she is doing," Webster said modestly. "And Miss Dearbourne really does know. I don't know where she learned all that, but Christ, she's the best piece of cunt I've ever had." He looked at Andy intently for a moment. "That's why I decided to score her for your first piece. Pretty good guy, aren't I?"
"Mr. Webster, craps, if you can get me laid by Miss Dearbourne, you'll be doing me the greatest fucking favor of my life! I bet after fucking her a few times, I will be able to screw some of these hot little secretaries who've been turning me down all the time around the office."
"If you're still interested. But I will fix you up with her. All of you, tomorrow. I can guarantee that."
Harry returned with the drinks and sat back down at the table. Webster took a couple of quick sips of it and again looked around proudly at the boys from the office.
"Okay," he said. "Here's the plan. It's too risky for all of us to fuck her together in her little office. So I'm going to get her to go out to the storage room with me where I first screwed Debbie. There's that nice big blanket on the floor and plenty of room for three of us at once." Webster paused, noting the looks of shock on the faces of his three co-workers. "That's right. There's no reason two of you can't fuck her at the same time, one in the cunt and one in the mouth. That'll be you and Andy," Webster added, nodding at Harry Saunders.
"Suits me fine," Harry said. "Andy can have her pussy, since he's a cherry. I'd rather have her mouth anyway, more my style."
"I'll go first," Webster said. "Give me maybe twenty minutes start before you come in. By that time I'll have her where she can't say no anyway. Then Jack gets her second, by himself. After that, you two take over."
All three men nodded eagerly as Webster took another leisurely sip of his drink. Then Jack looked up suddenly and gestured toward the far end of the parking lot.
"Speaking of Debbie, there she comes."
"Oh shit," Webster said. "She's been hounding me all week long."
The four men watched the voluptuous young blonde secretary, clad in the tight pussy-high dress she always wore to the office, walk swiftly toward them. Her eyes were fixed on Gary Webster. The beginning of a smile that never quite materialized played on her soft pink lips.
"Hello, Debbie," Jack said as she came up to the table.
"Mr. Higgins," she nodded almost absently, then looked back at Gary. "Mr. Webster, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure," Webster said with a lewd grin on his face.
The blonde's lips quivered and she was eying the older man almost desperately. "I mean alone ... get it? Alone!"
Webster shrugged. "These are my friends," he said. "You can say anything you want to in front of them."
"Mr. Webster, please," the girl said in a shaking voice.
"Come on, what's on your mind."
She hesitated for a moment, looking nervously at the other three men, then returned her eyes to Webster and blurted: "You've been avoiding me. You're avoiding me right now, and I'm getting tired of it!" She paused, but Gary merely grinned and said nothing. "I'm getting tired of it," she repeated, then turned abruptly and started away.
The other men watched her sensuously twitching asscheeks, provocatively revealed in the skin-tight dress, until she'd finally left the Elbow Room.
"That's still a fantastic pussy," Harry said with a long sigh.
"Yeah," Gary conceded. "But right now she's just getting in my way. She's been hounding me all week. Jesus, we're supposed to be liberated nowadays, but just because I fucked her hot cunt a couple of times, she thinks she owns me. I can't believe it!"
"You'd better watch out for her," Jack Higgins said somberly.
"Huh?"
"I said you'd better watch out. If she finds out about you and Miss Dearbourne, I bet there will be trouble. She'll make it, too. She seems just the type. Bet your wife would be pretty pissed."
CHAPTER SIX
Alice Dearbourne waited impatiently for Gary Webster to come to her office the next afternoon. She'd been almost in a dream state ever since the day before when she'd finally let him fuck her. During these past months she'd almost forgotten what that felt like, holding a man against her naked body, feeling his hugely pulsing cock inside her, cumming with him. And she no longer regretted the fact that she'd broken her resolve not to become involved. She knew she was in so deep it would never be possible to extricate herself as long as she remained at the" firm, but now she wondered how she'd thought she could stand that isolation she'd intended to impose on herself. She had only one life to live, and she wanted to live it to the fullest. Alice was still aware of a vague gnawing guilt somewhere in the back of her mind, and she knew it was probably sinful for her to be having an affair with a married man. She knew Gary Webster was married, but she could at least console herself with the fact that she wasn't corrupting a faithful married man. Gary Webster had fucked plenty of other women and she thought he did need her.
It was a little after two when Webster finally arrived. Alice heard his footsteps in the hall and rose and went to the door of her office to meet him, open-armed, hugging him instantly to the warmth of her voluptuous body, snuggling her huge tits against his chest and showering passionate kisses on his lips.
"Gary, Gary," she purred into his ear. "I thought you'd never get here."
For a moment longer Alice held him tight, crushing her sensuous trembling tits against him, already feeling little wisps of pleasure beginning to course out through her cock-hungry pussy. Then, with a sigh she drew back from him, gazing tenderly down at his face. "Let's go fuck," she said in a gusty voice, her huge tits rising and falling heavily with her quickening breathing. "I was beginning to think you'd never get here!"
Alice took a couple of steps toward her desk, then paused, turning back. Gary hadn't moved.
The good-looking man hesitated for a moment, averting his eyes before he spoke. "I wanted us to go ... into the storage room."
Alice's heart almost leaped into her throat when she heard that. Again the luridly weird recollection of Gary's wanton assault on the young virgin secretary flashed into her mind. Yet now it had a different effect on her than before. It still prompted the same surge of lewd excitement, yet that was almost completely overshadowed by the jealousy she felt at the thought of Gary, her Gary, fucking someone else. And there seemed something terribly perverse about his proposition that she go there with him, that she let him fuck her at the very spot where she'd watched and in her warped fashion participated in his seduction and ravishment of the innocent young blonde.
Alice bit her lip, trembling. "But Gary, I don't know if I can do it there. I mean, that's where I watched you and that Debbie and...." She hesitated, finding it impossible to explain. "Why do you want to go there?"
Gary looked down at the floor, fidgeting nervously with his hands. Alice thought he was trying to speak, but it appeared he was even more tongue-tied than she.
"Why, Gary? What is it about ... that place."
At last he raised his eyes. "Well ... there's that big blanket in there. There's a lot more room on it."
"But we've been doing all right here on my desk," Alice said.
Again Gary hesitated before he spoke. "But I wanted to try something different. And it would really be hard to do it in here. What if the janitor should come in? And anyway, yesterday when you really got going I almost thought you were gonna buck me off the damned thing."
Alice giggled spontaneously, stepping back toward the handsome accountant. But the thought of trying something different, something Gary wanted to do and was apparently ashamed to even name, caused an undeniable surge of excitement to course through her tits and painfully tingling pussy. And she did long for variety and experimentation. The more the better! The idea that anything but the normal standard position was forbidden only heightened her curiosity.
"What did you want to do, Gary? What was it that we can't do on the desk?"
Webster swallowed hard, then with effort managed to look her straight in the eye. "I wanted to try the sixty-nine."
Now it was Alice who blushed as the arousing vision of the lewd act Gary was suggesting flashed into her mind. For some reason her first association was a drawing she'd once seen on a restroom wall, depicting a couple in reversed position, each performing orally on the other. But she'd never really thought of people actually doing that. And though she was repulsed, she couldn't quell the sudden pangs of lust darting through her body at the thought of her and Gary committing the obscene act together, of him eating her pussy while she sucked his cock.
"But Gary," she said finally, now almost breathless. "Why would you want ... to do that? Why would you want ... to eat my pussy? You know I'll suck you off any time you want me to, but why would you want to do such a perverted thing to me?"
"I read that women liked it," the man said, again averting his eyes. "And it's really that I want to do it for you. Nobody ever sucked me off before, and I really do appreciate it. But I want you to get something in return."
"You pussy-teaser!" Alice gasped, suddenly hugging Gary back to her tits, again showering kisses on his head and face, her own gratitude welling almost to the bursting point in her breasts at the thought that he could care that much for her, that he would want to repay her submission with an equal homage of his own. At last she sighed and drew away from him, a lump coming into her throat as she gazed warmly down at him. "All right, Gary. We'll do what you say. But ... do you think we're safe in there?"
Gary nodded with conviction. "I think we're safer there than we are here in your office. But just to be sure, why don't you go alone first. I'll wait here and watch the hall. Then if nobody follows you, I'll be out there in about ten minutes."
Her eyes still shining with gratitude, Alice nodded. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, then turned quickly and went out the door. But Alice felt her trepidation return as she slipped through the back door into the small little storage room. She still wasn't able to quell her jealousy and guilt at the lurid scene she'd witnessed the other afternoon, but her gratitude almost overwhelmed those negative feelings. It was almost inconceivable to think that a man like Gary Webster could be so unselfish, so considerate of a woman's feelings. But he was that way, and that seemed to Alice the positive proof that their relationship, perverted as it might have appeared on the surface, was a good thing for the both of them.
Alice waited until her eyes adjusted to the dimness, then stooped to inspect the blanket. Gary was right about the fact that it would be more practical than her desk in her office. And though it seemed somewhat dusty, it was clean except for a few tell-tale signs.
Again Alice was reminded of Gary's lewd proposal, and the thought that in just a matter of a few minutes, they would be performing the obscene act that she had never imagined she would ever participate in, filled her hot little cunt once more with wanton excitement that almost drove her out of her mind with lust. And she vowed that she would make it good for Gary. She would make it better than he could ever imagine. She would match his subjugation with her own servile submission. Her breath coming in short hoarse gasps, Alice hastily began to unbutton her dress, parting it from the smooth white flesh of her huge tits, dropping it from her shoulders and retrieving it as it slipped down her thighs. She draped the dress over a chair and quickly shed her bra and wriggled out of her panties. Then, completely naked, she lay down atop the blanket in a position of total surrender.
She was waiting there, naked and almost spread-eagled, when Gary came through the door. Gary Webster felt his heartbeat quicken at the sight of Alice Dearbourne laid out nakedly before him as if she were an offering. In the darkness of the little storage room, he could barely distinguish the lust-hazed glow in her eyes, yet her voluptuously curved body seemed to shine and he could vividly see the steady rise and fall of her sensuously quivering tits. Her hips appeared to be undulating ever so subtly on the blanket in anticipation of the lewd act he'd suggested earlier, and it gave him a smug sense of power to see this response from the new lady accountant. It seemed a proof of his total conquest of the shapely dark-haired woman. Gary had clearly sensed her shock, almost outrage, when he'd first suggested the sixty-nine, but now her face was beaming in her eagerness to do it. He wondered how she'd look when she saw Andy and the other two guys and realized why he'd really brought her in there.
The excited accountant waited for a moment, relishing his own rising anticipation, before he began to take off his own clothes to match Miss Dearbourne's nudity. His eyes roved hungrily over her voluntarily surrendered body as he eagerly unbuttoned his pants. He'd instructed the other guys to give him twenty minutes before they made their appearance, and he wanted to make the most of that time. Gary loved to kiss and suck at a chick's cunt almost as much as he loved to fuck-and now that he'd committed himself to the prospect, he couldn't deny his own lurid desire.
From the blanket on the floor, Alice watched hungrily as the muscular man stripped off his clothes. A soft whimper rose in her throat when at last he pulled down his trousers and underwear and his hugely throbbing cock sprung free to a lewdly exposed hard-on. Then she shivered as he dropped to his knees beside her on the blanket.
"Oooh, Gary," she purred in a sultry voice. "Let's do the sixty-nine, like you said."
Gary caught his breath, gazing eagerly down at the woman's sensuously writhing body, prostrate in inviting submission at his knees. He licked his lips, swallowing hard, feeling his stiff cock twitch slightly in obscene anticipation. God damn, he couldn't wait to taste that sweet little naked cunt of hers!
"Come on, Gary," Alice whispered again, her eyes glossed over from the lust that now possessed her completely. The brunette accountant's whole voluptuously exposed body was on fire with her consuming need, and though she knew it was wrong for her to encourage a married man to go through with the shockingly perverted thing he'd said he wanted to do, she could no longer help herself. Never in her life had she participated in anything so utterly lewd, yet that very lewdness only seemed to heighten her warped desire. The thought of feeling Gary kiss her pussy-not just her titties and nipples, but the tender flesh of her smooth flat belly and sensitive inner thighs and finally the forbidden crevice of her pussy nestled there between them-thrilled her beyond control. He'd suggested it, now he was going through with it or he'd get nothing else from her today. But she still hadn't forgotten her own vow. She would pay him back for it all by subjugating herself more than before-she would suck him even more fervently than she had the last time!
Trembling with her feverish lust, Alice reached up with both arms toward his muscular shoulders, pulling him forcibly down toward her. She felt the slight resistance, and the realization that Gary was at least somewhat nervous or reluctant about actually going through with the wanton deed he'd proposed only increased her determination. Now the idea of leading him even more into adultery, of corrupting him, intrigued her and further aroused her already hotly raging lust. She'd found solace before in the fact that at least she wasn't leading an innocent married man astray, but now she wanted to do just that.
For a moment longer Gary Webster hesitated, his face just inches above Alice's hotly trembling tits. Then she gave another slight tug, and with a hoarse, deep breath, he yielded.
Alice's whole naked body tensed at the first wildly titillating contact of his lips and tongue on the soft flesh just beneath her hugely quivering tits. She sighed deeply, arching her hips up in a circular motion from the blanket, the movement bringing the curl-rimmed pussy between her thighs into even lewder prominence. She dug her fingernails into the skin of the accountant's shoulders as he began to resist anew, and firmly pushed his head downward. Again he gave in and a low moan escaped her as she felt his tongue trail a searing path right down over her navel and into the sparse, curly strands of pussy hairs.
"Ohhhhh, Gary," she sighed, letting her spasmodically clenching asscheeks drop back down against the blanket. "Ooohhh. Eat my pussy. And start shifting around so I can get to your prick!"
Webster hesitated again, his face almost between the lady accountant's now eagerly scissoring thighs. He could smell the fragrance of her flesh and catch just the faintest whiff of the clean and inviting female scent of her hotly tingling cunt. He was almost creaming right then as he moved his head lower. He couldn't wait to taste that hot little pussy of hers, all naked and spread. Jesus Christ, he hadn't been so damned horny in years! And his whole scheme of getting young Andy Wycoff and the other guys in on the action was going to be one ball! Alice Dearbourne was so hot, she wanted cock so bad, he knew it was going to be the wildest fuck ever!
After another short moment of hesitation, Gary took the plunge. Alice gasped, again arching her smoothly curved asscheeks upward and spreading her thighs even wider as she felt his tongue flick lower into the softly curling locks of pussy hairs. Then, suddenly, the wet tongue whipped right down between her cuntlips and struck hotly against the palpitating bud of her clit.
"Oooohhhhh! Ooooohhhhhh! Ooooooooo hhhhh!" she gasped from the electrifying contact that caused a shudder to reverberate through her cunt, spreading through her hotly straining body up to her hugely throbbing tits, and the rigid little points of her nipples, at the same time moving in the opposite direction down through her thighs and calves and feet until even the tips of her toes seemed to tingle!
Again Webster paused, relishing the new taste that was not unknown, yet, oddly, did not seem entirely familiar. He felt the lady accountant's cunt quivering in expectation beneath him, heard the desperate moans pouring from her throat, and his own lustfully seething cock seemed to twitch and swell even harder. Christ, she was going out of her mind! He'd just barely touched the tip of his tongue to her clit and from the way she sounded he would have thought she was going to cum right then and there! This was going to be the wildest! Hot-damned, this was going to be the wildest suck he'd ever had!
With a deliberate outward movement of his hands, Gary pushed Alice's thighs out as wide apart as they would go, completely exposing to his gaze the wetly glistening lips of her pussy and the little pink bud of her hot little clit nestled at the top of the curl-rimmed slit. He licked his lips, moving his hands swiftly down the straining smoothness of her inner thighs, then with another deliberate motion he pulled out on the slickly moistened pussy lips at either side of her cunt to better reveal the quivering pink flesh. Groaning hungrily, he dropped his head down farther between her thighs to swipe the full length of his tongue up along the wildly fluttering slit of her pussy.
Alice's body jerked in a sudden convulsive movement, her nakedly writhing asscheeks grinding spontaneously down into the blanket to escape the raw, maddening sensation of the depraved attack. "Ooooohhhh! Oooooooohhhhhhhhh!" Then with a soft sucking sound, Gary drew the throbbing bud of her wet clit into his mouth, nibbling at it gently with the tips of his teeth and causing Alice to moan eerily at the lewd titillation as another shocking spasm shook her entire body.
"Ooohhh! Ooooohhh!" she moaned, hardly able to believe the lust-inciting sensations of the perverted assault of Gary Webster's tongue on her little quivering cunt. It felt like nothing she had ever known in her life. The limber softness and wetness of the tongue was such a contrast to the normal sensations a woman experienced from being touched by a man's hand or by having to take the hardness of his cock deep up inside her pussy. And now this married man was immersing himself wholehearted in the act of subjugation, of recompense for his own debasement of her when he'd pumped his hot cum into her mouth. The living proof of his determination to repay her for what she'd done for him only intensified Alice's salacious pleasure.
Then, an even wilder thrill shot through her as she clamped her thighs greedily down against his ears to hold his face almost smothered in her steaming pussy. Then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing for him now. With another desperate groan, Alice reached down between his thighs and entwined her finger tightly about the thickly throbbing hardness of his cock, tugging gently to urge him to mount her in the reversed position. At the same moment an even more devastating shock spiraled up her spine and her cunt jerked involuntarily upward as his lewdly flicking tongue burrowed to its full length into the softly trembling flesh of her pussy!
Gary's moan at the contact of the voluptuous brunette's hand on his prick was completely muffled down against her pussy, but he knew what she wanted him to do now and for this he had no hesitation. Squirming atop the lady accountant's wildly writhing body, his face still held between her tight-clamped thighs and his tongue never breaking its madly darting rhythm in and out of the lust-inflamed wetness of her pussy, he raised one of his legs and set it back down with his knee almost at Alice's naked shoulder. Then he straightened out, skidding his knees backward on the blanket until he perfectly mounted her, his face between her thighs, his body resting backwards on hers, his own painfully jerking prick right over her face.
Still clinging to the stiffly throbbing cock, Alice bent it downward between his loins until the glistening tip pointed right down at her face. She purred softly in anticipation, feasting her eyes on the lewd sight of his cum-swollen balls and thickly pulsing cock in position right above her lips. Another quiver went through her body from the continued obscene licking and sucking of her cunt, and she gasped to catch her breath before she spoke.
"Now, Gary. Fuck me in the mouth ... fuck down into my mouth as hard as you want to!" she squealed, his tongue lapping deeper and deeper into the shameless brunette's wildly trembling cunt. Gary lunged his hips downward while Alice used her hand to guide the mouth-stretching cock between her eagerly open lips, taking the throbbing hardness all the way to the back of her throat. She gulped from the sudden startling invasion, coming even nearer to choking than she had two days ago in her office. But except for the tremor of masochistic pleasure accompanying the shock of having the huge resilient prick driven as mercilessly into her mouth as if it had been her cunt, she was hardly even aware of it. The wanton assault on her lewdly exposed pussy had already begun to wipe everything else from her consciousness.
Gary heard the muffled gasp as he rammed his painfully pulsing cock brutally down into the brunette woman's mouth, and already he could feel the first orgasmic quivers beginning deep up in her tongue-lashed cunt. He knew she couldn't go on much longer. She was even hotter than she had been yesterday when he fucked her in her office, and he wanted to be sure and time his own cum into her smoothly sucking mouth with her cum. Then he could rest peacefully for a while and let first Andy, then the other two guys at the office fuck her.
His tongue still whipping rapidly in and out of the lady accountant's hot, moist cunt, brushing right up over her tingling little clit on the out-stroke to prompt ever wilder spasms from her lewdly undulating asscheeks, Gary began to fuck in smooth, hard penetrations up between the voluptuous lips sucking wetly on his thickly pulsing cock as he drove it into her mouth.
Alice shuddered ecstatically beneath the ruthless assault. Little muffled whimpers poured from her lips as her co-worker began to move his cock swiftly in and out between them, driving it in hard, racking strokes all the way down the length of her tongue. There was virtually nothing she could do to respond but accept the obscene violation without protest. She was inescapably pinned beneath him and even if she had wanted to resist, she couldn't have done a thing. And in spite of all the humiliation of having her mouth so fucked, she couldn't quell her building response to the uninhibited lavings of her cunt. She was going out of her mind in a crescendo of passion, the cum already breaking from the depths of her darkly furred cunt and she knew she wouldn't be able to control herself much longer!
Gary swished his tongue deeper and deeper into Alice's hotly tingling pussy flesh, sucking eagerly at the glistening pink cunt, nibbling hungrily at the throbbing bud of her clit to prompt lewd moans of mixed protest and encouragement, muffled by the presence between her lips of his lewdly plunging cock. He could feel his loins coming into violent contact with her face on each racking downward thrust into her willingly surrendered mouth, and he knew he must be hurting her, but Christ, he couldn't stop himself. Already his balls felt as if they were about to burst in an exploding ejaculation, and he'd never felt such a sensation of raw power in his life. Two days ago, Alice Dearbourne had merely sucked his cock ... now he was fucking her in the mouth with it! What a woman!
For a few moments longer Alice quivered and trembled from the maddening assault on her nakedly spread pussy. She tossed her head from side to side, sucking ravenously on the hard, penetrating shaft of Gary Webster's cock. Then, as a more violent spasm racked her body, it began ... a loud moan issued from her throat and she clamped her sensitive inner thighs even more tightly on Gary's ears, her nakedly clenching asscheeks pitching and tossing frenziedly up from the blanket as the lewd, inundating waves coursed through her pussy. At almost the same instant, Gary launched a series of frantic staccato strokes down into her mouth, his thickly throbbing cock twitching violently and seeming to grow harder as the fresh-tasting droplets of his cum began to shoot in great hot spurts down her throat.
Alice continued the insane tossing of her naked body, mewling in the wanton depravity of reaching her own maddening cum at the same time as Gary was cumming in her mouth.-She kept up the fervent sucking even after the white flow had ceased and his prick was beginning to deflate in her mouth. At last Alice relaxed her satiated muscles and sighed in exhaustion as the little spasms continued to flow through her cunt.
Gasping to catch his breath, Gary withdrew his now soft cock from between the lady accountant's cum-soaked lips and rolled off to lay beside her on the blanket.
"Ooooohhhh, Jesus, baby, what a suck!" Gary moaned.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... your cock tasted so good and I drank every last drop of your cum." She smiled, closing her eyes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Alice Dearbourne opened her eyes, she could hardly believe the sight that greeted her ... standing in the doorway of the storage room was the young office boy, Andy Wycoff, and two other men from the accounting department, Jack Higgins and Harry Saunders!
Alice felt a lump come instantly to her throat as she realized the terrible truth of why Gary had really wanted to bring her into the storage room instead of fucking her in her office as she'd originally proposed. The tears rushed to her eyes and overflowed onto her cheeks, and only a dim notion in the back of her mind inspired a vague awareness of the other even more serious ramifications of the appearance of these three men-she was caught. She had been found out again, and now there was virtually nothing that would prevent the word from spreading over the entire office. She would be disgraced. She would lose her job. She might even be run out of town. Yet that was secondary. The thing that hurt her most was the knowledge that she'd been used, ruthlessly and without the slightest concern for her feelings, by the man in whom she's put so much faith and trust.
It was almost in an afterthought, as she met the eyes of the eagerly staring young office boy who came first through the door, that Alice became aware of her own shameful nudity. But there was no way to cover herself. Gary still lay beside her on top of the old blanket that covered the floor, and she was unable to pull that over her. And her dress, draped over the chair in the corner of the little room, now seemed a thousand and one miles away. At last in a feeble gesture she put one of her arms over her nakedly billowing tits and lay her hand over the softly curling strands of pussy hairs covering her well-sucked cunt. She turned and looked through tear-filled eyes at Gary, who still lay in the reversed position. The good-looking accountant propped himself up on one elbow, staring back at her with just the faintest grin on his lips.
Alice shook her head in helpless desperation. "You knew they were coming," she whispered. "You knew, didn't you? You brought me in here on purpose?"
Gary Webster shrugged. "Andy has never fucked a chick. Harry and Jack's wives don't put out so I figured they deserved a share of cunt too."
"But you promised, Gary. That first day in my office you promised you wouldn't tell anyone else!"
"Come on ... you didn't believe me, did you?" Gary leered. "You should have known better, Miss Dearbourne."
Another sob shook Alice's nakedly defenseless body. In spite of what he'd done to her, she knew Gary's actions were normal. She couldn't hate him, though now that would have been the best thing for her. Then her own pain wouldn't have been nearly so bad.
"Miss Dearbourne?" Andy Wycoff said in a cautious attempt to distract her attention from Mr. Webster.
Alice jerked her head sharply toward the young boy who stood motionless in the doorway, staring anxiously down at her. She shifted her gaze down to her lightly trembling body, realizing how absurd her near-futile attempt to conceal her titties and pussy must appear, and slowly removed her hands to completely reveal herself. In spite of her hurt and fear and anger, she couldn't completely ignore the sense of satisfaction she experienced at seeing the attractive office boy's eyes bulge as her huge titties and the forbidden curls of cunthairs over her pussy were again exposed to view.
"We don't mean any harm, Miss Dearbourne," the office boy said in an unsteady voice. "We just want ... we just want to get balled."
Alice stared at him for a moment, then turned back to Gary. "I'm not going to do it. I know what you planned, but I'm not going to let you have the satisfaction of making a whore out of me."
She saw the sudden anger in Webster's face and immediately regretted her words. Then a chill went down her spine as he said tensely: "You don't have any choice." Still watching her grimly, he rose to a sitting position and added, "Get your clothes off, Andy. Saunders and Higgins can come later."
"I don't care what you do, you're not going to force me into this," Alice answered, also rising to a sitting position, staring with determination back at the man who only moments ago she would have done just about anything in the world for.
"But we want you to like it, Miss Dearbourne," Andy Wycoff said, again attracting her attention.
Alice gasped as she saw the office boy was already shirtless and was now kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his trousers as fast as he could.
"If you don't make it with Andy," Gary said, "all three of us are going straight to the head of the department and tell Mr. Gainsborough you brought young Andy here and fucked him against his will."
As Andy started to drop his trousers, Alice turned back to the man on the blanket beside her. "He wouldn't believe a word of it," she said.
Gary watched her silently for a long time. Finally another icy grin came over his face and he said: "He might not believe he was unwilling, but I don't think he'd doubt the seduction part. Fucking is not part of your accounting duties, Miss Dearbourne!"
Alice met his gaze for a moment, then averted her eyes, feeling a terrible sinking as she remembered her own intimate encounter with Tom Gainsborough. She'd let him go so far, then stopped him. He couldn't help but hold a grudge about that, and it was also very likely he would have concluded there was something pretty weird about her sexually. The terrible thing was that he would be right in that assumption. She had a compulsive lust for men. She didn't even know where it derived from, but what until now she'd thought was affection for Gary, had proved to be much, much more. In spite of everything, Alice realized she was already beginning to experience unwanted tremors of excitement at the thought of being taken by not one but several men in a row. And she knew she couldn't deny her guilt if she were accused.
"Please, Miss Dearbourne," Andy Wycoff said. "We don't mean any harm. I just want to do it with a chick who really knows how instead of having to paw around with these silly little virgin secretaries around here."
"It's either this or Gainsborough," Gary said. "Make up your mind right now."
Through watery eyes, Alice looked back at the young office boy, who now stood before her clad only in white jockey shorts tented by the hugely projecting hardness of his eager young cock. She realized she was beaten no matter which course she chose. If she complied with these four males' lewd demands, the word would get all over the office. She would eventually have to answer for what she'd done no matter how much she pleased them today. If Gary hadn't been able to keep his secret, neither would they be able to keep theirs. But anything seemed better than having to face Tom Gainsborough today. She couldn't bear that!
After a long moment, Alice faintly nodded her head, and, closing her eyes, she reclined back on the blanket in almost the same position of spread-eagled surrender with which she'd previously greeted Gary Webster. Moments later there was the naked office boy dropping down between her thighs, and in spite of all her shame and humiliation, she felt the first quick surges of regenerating lust deep in her quivering little pussy.
Alice waited, unable to quell the unwelcome desire flowing relentlessly through her cunt. Then, after a moment she opened her eyes, looking up curiously at Andy. He still knelt between her thighs, his eagerly jerking cock looking up rigidly from his sparse-haired loins, his eyes devouring her invitingly splayed body. The boy's face was pale and he was trembling uncontrollably, his obvious terror contrasting sharply with the eager leers of the two more experienced men standing behind him and the aloof cynicism of Gary Webster who was now seated, still naked, in the broken chair on which her dress hung. As she gazed past the nervous youngster toward the men, Alice felt again the conflict of emotions that had plagued her ever since she'd come here. There seemed something evil and threatening in their leering faces, yet something so vulnerable in young Andy's eyes. She was at once repelled and excited, and the thought of taking this young boy and fucking him in a way that would restore his obviously failing confidence, caused a burst of emotion in her breasts that almost completely obliterated her apprehension.
"Come on, Andy," Harry Saunders called behind him. "We're waiting for our turns too."
The office boy swallowed hard, hesitating for a moment, then said in a soft whisper: "I guess I don't know what to do, Mr. Webster."
"That's where Miss Dearbourne comes in," Webster said. "She's here to show you."
Andy looked back down at her pleadingly. For a moment longer Alice resisted the temptation that had been building in her nakedly trembling tits in spite of all her objections ever since the office boy and the two other men had appeared. She knew if she went along with this willingly, if she instructed and seduced this young boy who was openly admitting he was still innocent sexually, she would be even worse than Gary. She would have no defense to plea, and she would deserve whatever she got. But in the face of the boy virgin's obvious fear of her, and his shame and embarrassment in front of the older men, that consideration seemed to fade. In the end, even beyond her perverted lust, it was Alice's sheer love and generosity that would lead to her downfall, again.
Andy Wycoff could hardly believe his ears as the new lady accountant smiled weakly up at him and said: "Yes, Andy, just relax. I'll show you exactly what to do."
Then his pelvis jerked as he felt her reach down and wrap her fingers lightly around the already tingling hardness of his erect young cock, running them up and down very gently before she bent it downward, urging him forward.
"Lie on me," she whispered, the gentle strokings of her fingers causing his whole body to twitch with his rapidly building lust.
Andy needed no further invitation. He dropped carefully forward, propping his weight on his elbows and cautiously lowering his chest until he could feel the teasing prickle of Miss Dearbourne's high-pointed nipples on his chest.
"No," she purred. "Lie on me heavily, so I can feel all your weight."
To Andy's complete astonishment, Miss Dearbourne suddenly guided his eagerly throbbing cock down all the way until it was stuck right up between her thighs and the quaking head was brushing into the ready-moistened pussy hairs, at the same time wrapping her other arm around his back and pulling him down forcibly, lunging the whole length of her own curvaceous body eagerly up against him.
Alice's own desire now completely regenerated, and she hugged the young office boy tightly down to her hotly tingling tits, her free hand moving searchingly over the firm muscles of his young back, venturing boldly down to the sinewy cheeks of his ass. His cock already rested hard against her thighs, pressed right against the cunthair-rimmed slit of her pussy, and as she flicked her finger teasingly down the crevice between his asscheeks he suddenly drove forward. Expertly she guided his throbbing cock up between the lips of her greedily devouring pussy. Another probing of her finger, this time at the hole of his ass, prompted a second involuntary lunge and with a tight little pop the office boy's wildly jerking cock fucked right up into the hotly yielding hole of her pussy!
"Ooh!" Alice moaned beneath the virginal office boy as she felt her hot, juicy pussy walls slip wetly over his thickly pulsing cock as it raced its whole length up the excitedly quivering cunt, embedding itself to the very hilt until his cum-swollen balls struck the moist crack of her whitely trembling asscheeks.
"Ooooohhh ... oooohhhhhhgggghhh!" Andy moaned as he heard the lady accountant moan softly beneath him. He felt his cock swell inside her as she began a gentle undulation of her hips, flexing her warmly moistened pussy even tighter around him.
"That's right," she gasped into his ear. "Take it nice and easy and start to fuck my pussy. Start fucking in and out of my cunt nice and slowly."
"I don't know if I can move," Andy gasped. "I'm afraid I'm going to cream right now."
"No!" Alice cried without even thinking.
"Don't worry, Miss Dearbourne," Harry Saunders said in a mocking voice. "Me and Higgins'll take over if young Andy leaves you hanging."
Again Alice was reminded of the utter sordidness of what she was doing, and for a moment she ceased the wanton, writhing movements of her body, stiffening beneath the nervously trembling young office boy astride her. But Andy, taking that as a signal, began a slow fucking motion and her resistance quickly faded. He still shivered and at first the thrusts of his eagerly fucking cock up into the quivering moistness of her cunt were awkward and out of time. But even that hardly seemed to matter. A low moan welling in her throat, Alice again began to run her hands eagerly over his back and asscheeks, once more lunging her cunt up hard against him, spreading her thighs to draw him deeper and deeper into her ravenously devouring pussy.
"Christ," Higgins exclaimed. "He's fucking her pretty good now. Got to hand it to the kid!"
"Yeah," Saunders echoed. "And she likes it too. You ever see anything like that, Jack?"
"I never saw a woman fuck like that, I've got to admit," he replied with an appreciative nod.
On the blanket, Alice was drifting quickly back into a lust-incited state of delirium, her nakedly spread cunt churning rapidly and her legs opening and closing about young Andy's compulsively jerking asscheeks. Teeth clenched and eyes shut tight, the lady accountant felt the waves of passion building far up inside her insatiably burning cunt.
"Oh yes," she whimpered into the office boy's ear. "Fuck me, fuck me! Harder, harder! Oooooohhhh!"
She jackknifed her legs up high above his back, drumming her heels rapidly down onto his whitely squirming asscheeks to prompt ever harder and more excited lunges of his cock down into her hot, juicy cunt.
"Yes, Andy, yes! You're doing so well!" she soothed. "Ooooohhh! Fuck Miss Dearbourne's pussy!"
Andy felt an inner pride welling at those encouraging words from the older woman. He'd been so afraid he wouldn't be able to satisfy a woman when he finally did get the chance to try. But he was doing it! Her pussy was going to cum any minute. He could sense it, and as he felt his own cock begin to swell and tingle with the increasingly rapid thrusts down into Miss Dearbourne's cunt, an energy he'd never even known he possessed took over to allow him to fuck her even harder right when he should have been exhausted.
Alice quivered violently beneath the young office boy, already beginning to strain for the still distant cum her body now demanded. Then suddenly he began a staccato series of shattering drives and she realized in horror that she would never achieve it in time with him. He was going to cum right now! This was the first time he'd ever fucked a woman and he just didn't have the control to wait for her to catch up.
"No, Andy!" she gasped suddenly, opening her eyes and looking desperately up at him. "Don't cum yet, Andy! Don't cum yet!"
The office boy groaned. "I can't wait, Miss Dearbourne. I can't stop it. I'm gonna cream in your pussy!"
He managed to hold back for just an instant longer and then suddenly it didn't seem to matter anymore. He had to shoot off, whether the new lady accountant was ready or not.
Alice's body had completely come back to life, and now she was sobbing and moaning in frustration, straining and hunching her hot little cunt upward against the wildly cumming office boy in a peak of frenzy, but it was all to no avail. At the end of a mighty series of lunges, she felt him begin to shoot the warm droplets of cum in spurts deep into her belly, the shattering strokes serving only to further intensify her own longing. And though she knew it was hopeless, Alice continued to pitch and toss beneath the young office boy even after the height of his frenzy had passed until she felt his prick begin to deflate up inside her wildly palpitating cunt and he sagged down tiredly upon her.
Then with a sigh of disappointment she let her own body go limp on the blanket, little spasms of unrequited lust continuing to dart at intervals through her cock-hungry pussy.
"Christ, Miss Dearbourne," Andy gasped breathlessly. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but it just felt so good, I couldn't hold it back any longer."
"That's all right, Andy," Alice managed in a cracked voice, stroking her hands lightly over his back. "You did very well for the first time."
"Hey," one of the men called. "If you're finished, why don't you get out of the way so we can take our turns?"
Alice's body stiffened at those words, which still shocked her in spite of all she'd already been through today. It was a reminder that she was not merely letting an innocent young office boy fuck her, she was being taken and manipulated by a group of men, although that fact had somehow been obliterated from her consciousness during those final moments when she's writhed in unsatiated lust beneath the virginal Andy Wycoff. And now as the realization of what was really happening returned, the awful truth hit her with all its terrible impact! She was being shamelessly used. Yes, Alice couldn't have refused her other two brash co-workers even if she'd had a choice in the matter. She no longer even wanted to refuse them. Her need was like a fiery ball deep in her cock-starved cunt and now she would do anything to obtain the relief her deprived body demanded.
Another little spasm shook the frustrated lady accountant as Andy withdrew and rolled off the blanket. She gazed up through feverish eyes as Harry Saunders and Jack Higgins simultaneously began to get undressed, recalling vaguely something one of them had said earlier-perhaps it had been Gary-and only now bothering to comprehend its sordid meaning. They were planning to share her, both of them at the same time. But even that no longer mattered. She didn't care what they did to her as long as they could make her pussy cum again, as long as they could rid her of this gnawing frustration that was torment for every inch of her wantonly craving body.
My God, Alice thought as she watched the two men strip off their pants. What am I doing? It's happening again!
Then she closed her eyes, almost ceasing to think entirely, hearing the voices as distant, half-real sounds as Gary gave the men directions. Then, as she felt them both drop down onto the blanket with her, beginning to run their hands eagerly over her naked flesh, she felt a devastating rush of desire course out from her cum-moistened pussy. She complied without resistance as they followed Gary's orders and shoved her over onto her belly, then pushed her thighs up beneath her body so she was in a kneeling position on the blanket, her huge naked titties cushioned down against the soiled material, her face resting on her arms, her nakedly quivering asscheeks thrust defenselessly into the air.
Alice felt the floor creak as the men positioned themselves, one in front of her and one behind. She had to open her eyes to see which was which, though even that hardly seemed important now. But it was going to be Harry Saunders who fucked her in the mouth. Jack would fuck her in the pussy from behind. Then she closed her eyes once more as Harry placed his hands on either side of her face, pulling her forward toward his thickly pulsing cock as he knelt in front of her. She opened her mouth, willingly taking the throbbing shaft of the man's prick between her lips, her body tensing at almost the same time Jack leaned forward from behind, thrusting his painfully jerking cock right up between her hotly trembling asscheeks to shocking contact with her moist cuntlips. Then Alice inhaled sharply as the eager man drove his hips forward, his pulsing hardness fucking its way up into her hungrily devouring pussy, sliding deeper and deeper until she felt his loins smack softly up against her nakedly spread asscheeks.
At the same time, Harry shoved forward from in front, a lusting groan rising in his throat as he pushed his lip-stretching cock farther into her mouth, all the way down her tongue to the back of her throat!
After that, it all became a jumble. The obscenely impaled lady accountant heard the men's lewd exclamations of excitement and gloating triumph, their strained quick breathing, she felt their motions, the lewd thrusting of their cocks into her mouth and cunt. She was buffeted helplessly between them, caressed and pawed by their hands, no longer even knowing or caring which hand belonged to whom. It all blended together, a surreal montage of lust and humiliation and wanton masochistic bliss.
As for the two men, they had never even dreamed of anything so incredible as sharing the sexy new lady accountant in a wild fuck. Harry Saunders had never had his cock sucked-his wife refused to do it-and he'd never imagined it could feel so damn good! He derived a sense of sheer ruthless power from watching this voluptuous brunette accountant on her knees before him, her face buried in his loins, her lips circling hungrily about the rigid hardness of his wildly pulsing cock, her head bobbing up and down as her tongue swished about the palpitating wet head on the up-stroke.
From behind, Jack Higgins slammed furiously into the exquisite tightness of Alice Dearbourne's hot little cunt, his loins making a loud smacking sound as they struck her nakedly upthrust asscheeks. He also got a feeling of power from doing it to her dog-fashion that he probably wouldn't have derived from the standard position, and perhaps it was this that gave him the confidence he needed to maintain his control. Christ, he wanted to cum from the minute he first began fucking, but he wanted even more to keep on doing it, to bask in the glory of having the new lady accountant on her knees, helpless before him, her asscheeks waving in lewd invitation as she shimmied the tightly gripping walls of her pussy up and down his cunt-stretching cock.
But it was probably Gary Webster who derived the most satisfaction from the obscene exhibition. His own triumph was complete. He'd seduced Alice Dearbourne; he'd made her almost love him; he'd loaned her for his friends at the office-and she'd accepted it all. She was really his now. He knew there was nothing in the world he could demand of her that she wouldn't do!
The wanton buffeting of her naked body between the two men on the blanket had completely destroyed Alice's resistance. She could feel the wild electric current beginning to flow through her and she knew it wouldn't be long now until she got the satisfaction she so desperately needed! She sucked ravenously at Harry's thickly pulsing cock, hungering for the fresh-tasting cum that she knew was going to come spurting any minute from his swollen cock-tip. She drove her nakedly trembling asscheeks furiously back against Jack's loins, taking the hugely throbbing rigidity of his cock deeper and deeper into the warm chasm of her cunt, relishing the stinging slaps of his loins against her asscheeks.
The dark-haired lady accountant was being obscenely fucked by the two men, ravished between them like a rag doll, and she loved it! Oh God, she loved it!
Then, an even more shocking tremor coursed through Alice's, nakedly squirming cunt as she felt Jack stiffen behind her.
"Uh-oh," he grunted. "I think I'm going-to cum! Oh Christ, I'm gonna cream!"
"Me too!" Harry gasped in "front of her, his cock swelling lewdly in her mouth.
Oh yes, cum in my pussy and mouth! Alice wanted to cry out, but she was as helpless as if she'd been bound and gagged. She could say nothing due to the hugely pulsing hardness that stretched and filled her mouth. There was only one way to communicate her own readiness to the two men who were so obscenely fucking her-that was by sucking even harder at Harry's hugely throbbing prick and by screwing her asscheeks even more wildly back against the shattering thrusts of Jack's deeply fucking hardness.
A second later, it began! Jack Higgins slammed her whole helplessly writhing body with a powerful lunge that shoved her forward until her face was buried even deeper in the other man's loins. At the same instant the first sweet-tasting droplets of cock-juice came rushing into her mouth. Alice sobbed and whimpered around the hotly surging hardness, making gurgling sounds deep in her throat as she swallowed the thick shooting droplets. Behind her Jack groaned as he in turn lost control and began to shoot his own hot load of cum into her tightly clasping cunt. And at that moment, the lady accountant felt the first shattering waves engulf her own cunt, blinding her to everything but the sheer ecstasy of her own sweeping cum.
Alice didn't even know how long it had taken. She felt the men's cocks begin simultaneously to deflate. She sagged limply between them, feeling completely used and soiled and degraded, yet no longer caring. With a satisfied moan, she let Harry's shrinking cock slip from her cum-slicked lips as Jack withdrew from behind. Then she collapsed, gasping to catch her breath, on the blanket.
For a moment, Alice drifted into a light sleep. A hazy dream pervaded her consciousness. Then she awoke and found Gary again on the blanket beside her, his eyes gleaming with triumph even as he kissed her gently on the lips and began to move his hands slowly over the cum and perspiration-soaked curves of her naked body. Still in a state of ec static delirium, she snuggled cozily up against him, gasping at the feel of his hugely throbbing cock brushing against the soft, warm skin of her belly. From far away, she again heard the other two men and Andy talking excitedly in the background as Gary pushed her over onto her back, his hands moving forcibly over the nakedly billowing mounds of her tits as he climbed up between her thighs and lowered his body onto her, his excitedly jerking cock prodding up into the wet warmth of her hotly trembling pussy.
"Now I'm going to fuck you one more time," he gasped. "Better than anybody has ever fucked you before."
"Oh yesss ... oooohhhh ... yes!" Alice moaned distantly, renewed surges of lust darting immediately through her in spite of the overwhelming cum she'd just attained. She quivered, panting, as Gary Webster fucked forward and she felt his cock slip easily into the hot, juicy walls of her pussy. Then both she and the man above her stiffened as they heard Andy Wycoff gasp.
"Christ! It's Debbie!"
Alice opened her eyes, staring in disbelief at the open doorway. Framed in it was Debbie, the lovely young blonde she'd watched Gary Webster fuck!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alice Dearbourne felt her hot cunt tingle with lewd excitement and ignored the excited whispers and soft catcalls that followed her down the hall as she made her way back to her office. She knew that during the week that had passed since Debbie had caught her with Gary Webster, Andy Wycoff, and the two other accountants in the storage room, nearly the whole office had heard at least something of what was going on. Occasionally, from his attitude, she had an inkling that Tom Gainsborough had even heard the rumors, but thus far he'd made no direct reference to either that affair or any of Alice's other goings on. And somehow, she'd borne up before the gossip. She carried herself with dignity, and though she knew that it was only a matter of time until she would be found out and would have to leave, she wasn't ashamed of what she'd done ... and she was getting fucked at least three times a day!
After the episode with the three men and the office boy in the storage room, word had spread very rapidly among the other men at the company. Two of them had come that night to her house three blocks from the office. She'd sent them away and had sunk into a deep despair. She'd not even planned on showing up for work the next day, but when the time came, it had been as if something had called her back. Though she knew it was madness, she had to go.
That afternoon when Andy Wycoff had come into her office, wanting to make up for what he considered his failure, the first time he had fucked her, Alice had found out what it was that beckoned. In spite of all her shame and humiliation, the pretty lady accountant had loved every minute of her ordeal with him and the three other men in the storage room. And with that total wanton surrender to her lust, she'd passed the point of no return. She had to have more and more, and that was why she wouldn't leave until she was forced, until the head of the accounting department fired' her for interfering with the general efficiency of the office, as had happened in Buffalo. But she knew the day of reckoning couldn't be far off either. Young Debbie must have cared very much about Gary Webster, and though during the course of the past week, Alice had been fucked by not only Gary and the original three friends he'd connived to involve her with but several other men at the office as well, Debbie thought Gary was fucking only with her now. And she could tell by the look on the young blonde's face the few times they'd encountered each other in the ladies' room, that Debbie blamed the whole thing on Alice. And the older woman knew the jealous young blonde would inevitably try to get even.
In the meantime, however, Alice was looking forward to her date this afternoon during lunch hour with Andy Wycoff. Andy was learning fast. He was really turning out to be a very good lover, considering his age and lack of experience, and it was heart-warming for Alice to see the office boy develop the way he had. His progress somehow helped her to justify what she'd done. Her spirits had also been bolstered by the fact that now, apparently without ulterior motive, Gary Webster occasionally displayed at least a hint of tenderness. Certainly he was not as hard as he had been before, and that alone would have made everything Alice had been through worth it. He might even be more loving to his wife!
Her head held high, her huge tits arched proudly, Alice neared her office door. It was still two hours before Andy Wycoff was due, and she could hardly wait. Aside from becoming more and more adept in bed, he'd proved to be a very curious young man. He liked to experiment, and she'd seen a look in Andy's eye when he'd told her he wanted to come today that she'd gotten to know very well. He had something else new he wanted to try. Alice grinned to herself in anticipation.
When she reached her office, she sat behind her desk and impatiently spent the next two hours going over some tax figures, then, watched the door expectantly until it opened and her young lover, Andy Wycoff, appeared, grinning from ear to ear.
"Hi, Andy," Alice said with a warm smile, pulling her shoulders back to accentuate the huge swells of her tits, enjoying the young office boy's appreciative glance and relishing the excited expression on his face. More than anything else, she thought she loved Andy for his sheer enthusiasm, and she thought there was no sexual variation he could ever suggest that she wouldn't be willing to try with him.
His face still wreathed in a broad grin, the young office boy pulled the door closed and locked it.
Her own excitement already rapidly building, Alice watched him through sultry eyes. "What are you going to do to my pussy today, Andy?"
He looked back at her and grinned. "I sort of wanted to try something new."
Alice smiled, getting up and starting around the desk, once more noting with pleasure the fact that his eyes immediately riveted on the inviting swells of her titties, then slowly descended to her smoothly curved hips and thighs, well defined by the thin, clinging material of her dress.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... sounds great ... what?" she said in a husky voice.
Andy hesitated. Miss Dearbourne had never turned him down on anything yet, but he wasn't so sure she'd really go for what he had in mind today. There was something about it that seemed so dirty, almost even perverted-that Andy had been shocked himself when he'd read about its use in certain cultures as a birth control method. But after that he hadn't been able to get the idea out of his mind. He remembered the way he'd felt that first time when Miss Dearbourne had pushed her finger down between his asscheeks and prodded his asshole to get him to hunch downward. A few days later he'd carefully tried running his finger up between her asscheeks and tickling her on her forbidden little hole, and she'd really liked it. She'd liked it so much, in fact, that after a moment she'd started screwing herself right down onto his finger, and some of the pussy juices running down from her cunt had made it sort of slick so his finger had popped right inside her ass without him even trying! Andy Wycoff had never felt anything like that in his life. He'd run his finger all the way up inside and wiggled it around and everything, but the hole was still twice as tight as her cunt. The really surprising thing, though, was that Miss Dearbourne had liked it too. And that was when Andy had first started thinking about really trying to do what he'd read about.
"Well?" Alice asked, still watching the office boy with rising curiosity.
"I'd rather show you," Andy answered finally.
"Okay, lover," she said seductively. "Let's get to it!"
Her breathing coming in strained hoarse gasps, Alice faced the eager office boy excitedly.
"What's the first step?"
"To get undressed, I think," he said with a grin.
"Okay," Alice purred, reaching up and beginning to undo the buttons down the front of her dress.
Andy watched the lady accountant slowly reveal the softly trembling flesh of her huge tits, pushed up high and close by her bra. Alice's breath quickened with the hunger she detected in the office boy's gaze as she continued to part the material completely away from her titties, then in a gently wriggling motion pushed the dress down off her shoulders and over her smoothly curved hips and asscheeks.
"Aren't you going to undress too?" she asked, batting her long eyelashes in a teasing manner as she tossed the garment aside. . "You bet," Andy grinned. "I just like to watch you, Miss Dearbourne."
Slowly, Alice reached behind her back to unsnap her bra, pausing for a moment. She loved stripping this way for the appreciative men around the office. It was something she thought she would never tire of doing ... and it didn't seem as if they would either!
Andy's eyes were now fixed on her sensuously throbbing tits, which were still partially concealed by the unfastened bra. Again the lady accountant halted; then, with a soft shrug of her shoulders she let it fall away, exposing in one swoop the whitely billowing mounds of her tits and the pink points of her nipples, which at once sprang up to tingling attention.
Still watching her, Andy began to strip off his own shirt as the brunette older woman slipped her fingers down into the tight elastic waistband of her panties, drawing them provocatively down over the soft dark curls of cunthairs and down the length of her firm tanned thighs. A moment later, Andy wriggled out of his pants and shorts, causing a spontaneous sigh to rise in Alice Dearbourne's throat at the now familiar sight of his eagerly pulsing prick, sprung up into a full hard-on. Breathing in deeply, Alice inched back to her desk, which she had cleared, still watching the young office boy with building curiosity. Then she sat down on the edge to wait for his instructions.
Andy hesitated, feeling kind of nervous at the prospect of actually trying to get Miss Dearbourne to do what he wanted her to. But he was determined not to chicken out. After all, he really didn't have that much to lose, and the idea of fucking a chick in the ass seemed too good to resist!
His eyes roving eagerly over the aroused woman accountant's naked body, Andy moved up to stand in front of her, reaching down to urge her satiny thighs apart to better reveal the cunthair-rimmed lips of her pussy., He knew they were all twitching and hot. The office boy knew she was already eager, but he wanted Miss Dearbourne to be half out of her mind with desire before he actually tried to get her to roll over and let him fuck her in the forbidden little asshole. As she continued to watch him curiously, he leaned forward and kissed her softly on her full sensuous lips, dropping his hands to the ripely trembling swells of her tits, to flick his fingers teasingly over the buds of her hardened little nipples.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... oooohhhhhhhh ... mmmmmnnnnnn!" Alice moaned deeply, wrapping her arms eagerly about the young office boy, pulling his body against hers, squirming her hotly quivering tits fully up against his excitedly heaving chest as she showered hot, hungry kisses on his face and head.
Then, Andy Wycoff drew back from Alice slightly and bent to trail his tongue wetly down the sensitive skin of her neck onto the heaving rise of her naked tits. As the delicious 'little currents of excitement continued to course through her curl-rimmed pussy, Alice moved her fingers up into his hair, snuggling his face into the deep enveloping valley of her cleavage. She purred softly, her body trembling and her torso beginning a slow gyrating motion as she felt his hands drop lower on her body, gently caressing the smooth plane of her belly and moving down between her thighs to stroke up into the hot, pulsating softness of her sensuously quivering pussy.
Then, with a shiver running through her whole body, Alice leaned back onto her desk, pulling the young office boy up close beside her, wantonly squirming her lush nakedness against him, raising one of her lithe legs and draping it over his shoulder so she could feel her curl-rimmed cunt brushing against the side of his smooth, trembling thigh. They writhed against each other for a moment longer, and then Alice lay flat on her back, trying to pull Andy up on top of her. Only when he resisted did she remember he'd wanted to try something different. She ceased to pull on him and opened her eyes, again gazing up at him curiously.
He swallowed hard, feeling a nervous fluttering in his stomach as he prepared to speak. "I want you to turn over on your belly, Miss Dearbourne."
Alice frowned, looking at the office boy vaguely for a moment. An absolutely shocking thought entered her mind and then left just as quickly as it had come. Then she shrugged and rolled agilely over onto her stomach to expose to full view her back and the ripe, nakedly quivering cheeks of her ass with their forbidden crack between. Just below the smooth curves of her ass, Andy caught a glimpse of some dark, sparsely curling pussy hairs, and his eager young prick jerked painfully. Jesus, this was going to be wild! he thought excitedly. Maybe even the wildest fuck he'd ever had in his whole life!
The office boy sighed deeply and climbed up beside Alice on her desk, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazed hungrily down the length of her voluptuously naked body, his attention finally focusing on the alluring, cock-hardening crack of her ass. Then his hand moved hesitantly to her thighs, just below the cleft of her asscheeks, and he began to stroke tenderly upward as Alice began to purr softly, almost closing her eyes, squirming her hugely quivering tits sensuously against the padding of her desk blotter.
"Oooohhhhh ... gggggoooodddddddd!" the shameless lady accountant gasped as Andy leaned over and began to nibble gently at the sensitive flesh of the back of her neck, his hands moving slowly up and then flicking down between her thighs. Then she stiffened at the sudden teasing contact of his finger against the wickedly steaming cunthole as it worked steadily up and down to part her darkly furred pussylips and spread her hot, freely flowing cunt-juices the length of her pussy-slit and back over the aching little membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole.
Alice's body jerked with a soft spasm as she felt Andy smooth the pussy hairs across the membrane and right up between her asscheeks over the tingling virginal little hole. In spite of the shocking sensation, she began to gently undulate her nakedly quivering asscheeks. Little mewls of pleasure poured from her throat in response to his bold prodding against the tightly puckered hole.
Then, an-even wilder shudder permeated her body as she felt the pressure increase. Her eyes opened wide and she lifted her head, staring straight ahead in shock and dismay as the thought she'd earlier dismissed crept back into her mind. A little cry of pain issued from her throat as the office boy suddenly pushed downward and slipped his pussy-juice slicked finger up into her little asshole, burrowing unerringly forward into her ass in spite of all her attempts to clench her asscheeks in resistance. The finger sank in to the first knuckle, then continued the piercing intrusion until it was completely embedded in the virginal walls of her ass!
Alice turned her head to protest the obscene finger-impalement, but at that instant he flicked his thumb back down between her thighs and into the moistly quivering slit of her pussy, causing a striking contrast of sensation that was for the moment exciting enough to silence her astonished protests. Then, her nakedly offered asscheeks resumed their lewd sensuous wriggling as Andy began to stroke up and down her hot, juicy cunt with his thumb, extending it lower and lower until it made contact with the tautly swollen bud of her clit and wrenched another eager groan from her sensuously parted lips. At the same time Alice felt his finger probe deeper into her tightly clenching asshole, the exquisite mingling of sensations making it impossible for her to know what to do ... but she was beginning to fear that her worst suspicion had been correct.
At last she turned her head to look back pleadingly at Andy, little shivers continuing to course through her body as he wiggled his finger deep up in her asshole, stretching and parting the tightly resisting walls until she thought she couldn't stand it another minute! He met her gaze evenly, and she could see the determination in his eyes confirming her reawakened dread.
"Now kneel up forward," Andy said in a steady voice, his finger thrusting even harder down into the sensitive flesh of her ass.
Alice remained motionless for a moment as she turned her head away from the office boy's gaze. Now there was no longer any doubt in her mind. Andy wanted to fuck her in the ass, and she could think of nothing more perverted and depraved than that evil act she'd always thought she reserved for sailors to inflict upon whores who were paid to endure such lewd acts in port towns. And young Andy Wycoff, a scant week beyond the loss of his own virginity, now wanted to subject her, his superior, an accountant, to this obscene act! Was there no limit to the sordidness to which she could sink? Oh God, was there no decency left in this world. If she did submit to this would she ever be able to look at herself in a mirror again. Alice felt the tears rush to her eyes as Andy continued to finger-fuck in smooth even strokes in and out of the now moistly lubricated hole of her ass. But it wasn't the pain that made her cry, though the pain still remained. The horrible thing about it all was that in spite of all its perversion, the idea of being fucked in the ass, of being debased and humiliated to the extreme of perverted sex, appealed to her! Even as she sobbed, little tremors of masochistic pleasure were running over every tingling inch of her goose bumped flesh. She could feel the fluttering of lewd excitement in her stomach as her whole body quaked in obscene anticipation of what was to follow.
"Jeeeeezzzz ... oh, Jesus, Miss Dearbourne...." Andy said in a faltering voice. "I read about it in a book ... my old man had it stashed under the bathroom sink. There was this guy who ... who was fucking his prick into a chick's ass and she was screaming for him to fuck harder ... like she really enjoyed it, ya know? And the guy! Gosh, according to his face in the picture, he was going out of his mind!"
In spite of everything, Alice could hardly hold back the burst of laughter that rose in her throat. But the laughter didn't stop the tears of shame that continued to well from her eyes as she pulled her knees up beneath her body to raise her nakedly trembling asscheeks into obscene readiness. She gasped softly as Andy's cum-slickened finger slipped out of the tightly clinging opening, then grazed down toward her pussyhole to spread more of her moisture up from her cunt. Then she shuddered, her whole body lurching forward as the finger was replaced at the rubbery asshole by the eagerly throbbing tip of Andy's prick.
Alice groaned deeply, thrashing her head from side to side as the youth, now positioned in perfect dog-fashion on the desk behind her, shoved forward. She felt the head of his cock slip into her forbidden little hole with a slight pop and the sudden white-hot pain caused new tears to rush to her eyes and spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks as she quivered helplessly before him. But there was no escape, and she submitted without further protest as his hugely throbbing hardness fucked ruthlessly upward into the tightly clinging walls of her virginal ass. Sobbing from the pain and humiliation, Alice dropped her face down to rest on her hands as she felt the young office boy begin to move in a fucking rhythm behind her, skewering deeper and deeper up between her nakedly parted asscheeks until she was completely impaled by the lewdly intruding cock buried to the hilt in her moistly cringing little asshole.
But it wasn't as bad as she'd expected! The pain was tempered by an even more vivid sensation of pleasure, however masochistic. Her cunt and ass were on fire from the lewd ass-fucking, and as Andy began to fuck slowly back and forth against her nakedly wriggling asscheeks she could feel his sensuously jerking balls slap teasingly down against the sensitive little slit of her steaming pussy.
And, in spite of the pain, her whimpers of protest were gradually evolving to mewls of passion.
Then as Andy moved his hand down to her pussy-juice drenched cunt from the front and started to again stroke up and down the hotly tingling furrow of her pussy and over the throbbing little bud of her clit, she spontaneously rocked her ass backward, taking the office boy's wildly jerking cock deeper and deeper into her tightly clenched asshole as she began to respond excitedly, writhing and thrashing her body in lustful abandon to the electric pain-pleasure stimulus of the wanton ass-fucking she was receiving.
Andy grunted excitedly at Miss Dearbourne's sudden unexpected response, increasing the pace of his own ass-splitting in-fucks until he was unleashing the full fury of his obscene arousal into the tightness of the new lady accountant's wildly clenching ass. He shoved his finger farther and farther up into the hotly twitching wetness of her curl-rimmed pussy, increasing the friction of his thumb's rapid stroking over her little hotly throbbing miniature penis.
Alice's eagerly clenching asshole was so tight the office boy could hardly keep himself from creaming right away from the sheer lewdness of it all, but he hadn't failed to make her cum during a single of their encounters since that first day in the storage room and he was determined not to fail now either! If he could make her cum by this perverted means, by fucking her in the ass, aided of course by the frenzied workings of his finger over her clitty, then he really would be proud of himself ... and Andy Wycoff was dead certain he'd have done something none of the other older men in the office who were fucking the new lady accountant had even dreamed of, damned sure!
Alice was responding without restraint to the wanton fucking of her defenseless little asshole. Oh, she'd never been so thoroughly skewered in her life! Never had she experienced such sheer, relentless lust! Her body now demanded more and more as the inciting sensation of Andy's vibrating thumb balanced out the pain.
The young office boy kept on as long as he could, wanting to complete his triumph, relishing the sight of the lady accountant squirming in naked ecstasy before him. He could feel her movements growing more intense. She was thrusting her whitely wriggling asscheeks back to meet him now, as if she were begging for more and more of the cruel ravishment, and the loud slapping of his loins on her upturned ass only further heightened his own pleasure and made it more difficult for him to control himself.
Then Andy was hardly able to believe his eyes as Miss Dearbourne turned the beautiful passion-contorted face to look back over her shoulder at him.
"Fuck me!" she gasped in a quivering voice. "Come on, Andy. Fuck me in the ass as hard as you can! Ooooohhhhhhh!"
That did it! Andy lost all control. For an instant, his body shook as his loins pressed against Miss Dearbourne's tightly clenching asscheeks. He tried to hold it back but he knew it was going to be no use. Then he heard a guttural moan as the shamelessly excited brunette thrashed her body in a wildly writhing rhythm, her asshole contracting tightly around the hugely throbbing hardness of his cock as he fucked into her.
Alice almost passed out from sheer delight as the wildly contrasting sensations in her lewdly ravished cunt and asshole finally became hopelessly enmeshed. She could no longer distinguish the difference between pain and pleasure as her squirming body shuddered at the shocking waves of delight darting relentlessly over her perspiring flesh.
Behind her Andy groaned and began a staccato thrusting rhythm as the white-hot droplets of cock-juice welled up from his cum-laden balls and began to spew obscenely into the depths of the brunette's wantonly violated ass. As he continued his liberating jolts, Alice whimpered unrestrainedly from the abyss of her depraved ecstasy. The wildly shooting jism flooded her ass, lubricating the passage until the pain was only a memory as she continued to buck and hunch before Andy's final in-fucks. There was nothing left but the all-consuming passion of release.
With a final grunt Andy sank tiredly down against Alice's still gently squirming asscheeks. Little spasms continued to course through her entire body as the young office boy's lust-spent cock began to deflate up in her cum-silled asshole. He withdrew slowly, rolling over to lie beside her.
"Oh, Jeeeez, Miss Dearbourne! What an ass-fuck! It was the wildest, man. Did you like it?"
"Very, very much, Andy. And you know what? When I lay here and clench my ass muscles real tight I can feel all of your delicious cock-juices all up inside my asshole. Mmmmmmmnnnn ... it feels so good...."
"No kidding!" Andy exclaimed hotly. "I never even thought about that! Man, I'm really learning a lot from you around here. I betcha even all the older men around the office are, too!"
It was at that moment they heard the hard knock on the door to her office. Alice opened her eyes, turning to fit her naked body tightly against Andy, cuddling his face warmly against her still hotly quivering tits. Then she sighed and drew back from him.
"Drat! I thought it was lunch hour. No one should be around ... unless it's Gary and some of the other guys. Maybe we could...." Alice looked down at her watch. "No, not enough time. I guess we'd better get our clothes on, Andy, and see who it is. Wouldn't it be a kick if it were old man Eddison?" she giggled. "He's about the only man around that I haven't fucked!"
"No way. He's an old fart, Miss Dearbourne. If he had any idea what kind of hanky-panky was going on around here we'd be out on our asses in two seconds flat."
"Aw, Andy," Alice cooed as she began to throw on her dress. "I'm sure I could change his mind."
"I don't think so, Miss Dearbourne. They say his pecker is as cold as his heart."
The pounding on the door became even louder this time, and Alice and Andy heard Tom Gainsbourgh calling, "Miss Dearbourne. Mr. Eddison wants to speak with you immediately! Open up!"
Andy Wycoff and the sexy brunette accountant paled. They both knew that Alice's game was up. Moments later, dressed but still disheveled, Alice unlocked her office door and found Tom, flanked by a very angry-looking older man in a business suit. Tom made the introductions.
"Well, well. So it's Miss Dearbourne! I've heard a lot about you, Miss Dearbourne. You've become quite a hot little item for discussion around Walker and Eddison. In fact, it seems that you're about the only thing discussed. Not work-no, sir. Just Miss Dearbourne."
Alice didn't know what to say. It seemed that her whole world was crashing down around her. She had done it again, she had made a mess out of her life, her job ... and all because of her lewd, insatiable hunger for cock!
"I hear that you've been taking up a lot of working hours ... hours that you're paid for ... that I pay you for...."
"I ... I see, Mr. Eddison ... but, really, it's nothing like that...." she lied.
The older man became red in the face. "I wouldn't have gotten to where I am now, Miss Dearbourne, if I didn't know a few things. Don't insult my intelligence."
"Okay, Mr. Eddison ... I see ... I really do. Well, I must be going, I...." Alice took a few steps toward him. She had to pass him to get out the door of her office. She knew she was going to be fired, and she knew she deserved to be. Just like she had been in Buffalo.
"My dear, what's your hurry? And you're all pale. You're not afraid of me, are you? A nice older gentleman like myself? Why, I'm old enough to be your father."
Alice swallowed and looked helplessly at Tom and Andy. Tom was looking down at the carpet and the young office boy was nervously picking at his thumb nail. They would be no help to her at all. If she was going to be fired, why didn't Mr. Eddison just fire her, for God's sake, and not subject her to this humiliating conversation? And the good-looking older man looked as though he was actually starting to enjoy playing with her like this!
"Mr. Eddison ... I'm sorry. I truly am sorry for all the trouble I've caused...."
"...and all the money, my money, you've wasted?"
, " ... Y-yes, Mr. Eddison. Now, please. I'll just leave quietly. I'll come back tomorrow and clear out my desk...."
"Not so fast, Miss Dearbourne! I've been watching you strut that sexy little ass of yours around this office for a long time now. I feel you owe me something."
There was something menacing in the older man's tone that sent a shiver of fear racing through her body. She felt as though she were a little girl and had been called to the principal's office for doing something terribly naughty in class, and would now have to pay the consequences.
"Please...." she pleaded, again looking helplessly at the head of the accounting department and young Andy Wycoff.
"I'm sorry, Alice. There was nothing I could do," Tom apologized. "It seems that little Debbie the secretary was fighting mad about you and Gary Webster. She seems to have had a big crush on the guy, and finally took the whole story to Mr. Eddison."
"So you see, my dear, I know everything. I know what has gone on in the storage room, and in this nice little office of yours!" Mr. Eddison moved closer to her, looking down at her and staring at the revealing cleavage of her dress, at the hugely trembling whiteness of her titties, and Alice realized what he must be thinking. He wanted to fuck her, too!
"From what little Debbie tells me, and from what I've heard from other sources, you've fucked about every male employee at Walker and Eddison's ... except me, the president of the company!"
"Oh, no ... you mustn't think I'm that kind of a girl," Alice said weakly, for she knew she was lying and everyone else in the room did too.
"Well, my dear. There's an old saying: Nothing like a new cock to make the juices come down."
Alice stepped back, her hands reaching up to cover the bared parts of her fearfully trembling tits as she backed steadily away. Her eyes again looked at Tom and Andy, then around the small office for some refuge, for some path of escape. But there was none.
"Do you mean to tell me that you're not the least bit curious to know what the big stiff prick of the company president would feel like slithering around all hot and horny in that juicy little pussy of yours?" he said as he took her wrist in his hand.
Alice tugged her arm as hard as she could, twisting out of his grasp, running toward the door, but the older man overtook her as Tom and Andy stood by.
"Oooooohhhhh ... ooohhhhhh ... please, Mr. Eddison...." she moaned. "I'm sorry ... honest! Please, please let me go...!"
Mr. Eddison had gotten hold of her tightly now from behind and she could feel him pulling her close to him until she felt the hardness of his legs and hugely bulging cock pressing back against her smoothly curved asscheeks and the backs of her legs. She heard him chuckle and was overcome with a dreadful anticipation. The beautiful brunette struggled and twisted to get free, but he held on. She held her breath, then, and a flood of calmness came over her as hope grew in her breast. Perhaps she could save her job after all. She might not have to leave the company and start anew somewhere else!
"Mmmmmnnnn ... you're a wild little one," Mr. Eddison said, chuckling. "A little spit-fire! I like my women like that!" His hand moved down from her waist, his strong fingers wriggling gleefully, until he reached the trembling little mound of her pussy, hidden beneath her skirt and panties.
Gosh, his fingers feel good touching me down there around my cunt, Alice thought hotly, and stopped resisting. She let herself go limp, and was surprised at how soft and passionate his lips became against hers. And suddenly, tiny little sparks of passion started flickering through her curl-rimmed cunt.
"Now, that didn't hurt much, did it, Miss Dearbourne?" the older man said, smiling down at her as his hand began to stroke the hotly quivering flesh of her titties down inside her low-cut dress. "Just relax, dear, and be nice to Mr. Eddison. He might even find it in his cold heart to let you stay on at Walker and Eddison's. Isn't that right Gainsborough?"
"Right, Mr. Eddison. I know the accounting department would sure like to keep Miss Dearbourne. We'd hate to see her leave us."
"That's for sure! Golly, Mr. Eddison, she's been really great for morale around the office ... and she's a real nice lady. Please, Miss Dearbourne, be nice to him!"
"That's it, dear," Eddison whispered in her ear. "Let yourself go ... in a minute or two you'll be wiggling and groaning like you always do. That's it, yeeeesss. You'll be pulling those fine legs way back and shoving your sweet little cunt up tight in Mr. Eddison's face so he can lick your hot little clitty...."
"Ohhhhh, Mr. Eddison ... that sounds so nice. Yessss, please lick my pussy!" she moaned suddenly as she felt him take her near-naked titties in his hand, sending tiny, licking flames of passion flowing through her hotly quivering body. Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced to the tip of her hotly pulsating titties as his eager fingers rolled the pink, hardened nipples madly about. The heat of the good-looking older man's breath seared her ear, and once more he was moving his head to bring his wet, hungry lips down on hers.
"Let's see what you have under that dress, Miss Dearbourne!" he moaned hotly into her mouth. Alice rolled her head back and forth as he pulled her down to sit on the carpeted floor of her office. She moaned excitedly as he began to take his clothes off in front of her.
"Want me to close the door, Mr. Eddison?" Andy pipped up excitedly. Not bothering to listen to the older man's reply, he ran over and locked it. "Cripes, this is going to be fun watching!"
Alice lay back willingly on the carpet and gasped rapidly for breath as she felt the president's hand tracing the soft, hot flesh of her inner thighs.
"Mmmmmnnnn ... oh, Mr. Eddison!" she squealed excitedly. "You're making my pussy all hot and wet, and you haven't even touched it yet!"
The older man knelt down beside her, his muscular torso pressing hard against her hugely trembling tits, so that only her lower half was mobile. And then, Eddison slid his middle finger gently down inside the elastic cuntband of her white lace panties, actually touching the wetly tingling flesh of her pussy for an instant.
"Aaaaiiiiii!" she squealed again as the softly curling lips of her cunt were parted and he slid his finger smoothly up into the hot wetness of her cunt again and again. Oh, God, it felt so good!
"Oh, yes, Mr. Eddison ... tease my pussy with your finger ... tease my hot little pussy with your finger just like that!"
"You shouldn't be getting so damned hot so soon, Miss Dearbourne! An older man like me just can't take it. You're just too much!" He moaned and threw himself on top of her, almost crushing her in his excitement. Then, reaching down between her widely parted legs, he hooked his fingers into the sheer, wispy material of Alice's white lace panties and ripped them away with one jerk. He grabbed her almost roughly, and pulled her dress up over her hips and around her waist, exposing the full ripeness of her slender, gold-colored thighs, the softly curling cunthairs covering her tingling little pussy below to the excited gasps of Tom and Andy. Moaning passionately, she saw him fumbling with his shorts and watched as he slid them down over his muscular asscheeks.
"Ohhh!" Alice gasped as she stared at the hugely throbbing cock he now held in his hand. It looked so big and hard!
Mr. Eddison leered down at her beautiful face. She was staring wide-eyed at his painfully jerking prick. "Like it, Miss Dearbourne?" He grunted and then ground his body excitedly down upon hers, forcing his way between Alice's legs, spreading her long, smoothly curved thighs as he guided his thickly pulsing cock forward. Roughly, the older man lifted her legs behind the knees to raise them as high up into the air as possible,, while he spread her wet, darkly furred pussylips with the tip and positioned the thickly throbbing head of his huge prick between them.
"Ohhh! Oooohhhhh! Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned, tossing her head wildly about, the neat little bun at the nape of her neck coming free from its careful arrangement. Closing her eyes, Alice felt the pussy-exciting contact of his huge cock as it pushed against the sensitively throbbing flesh of her hot little cunt, and she held her breath for what seemed an eternity. Her pussy was so hot, she could hardly wait for Mr. Eddison to fuck her!
"Ooooh, please, Mr. Eddison ... fuck me now ... stop teasing my pussy like that ... fuck it with your prick! Fuck it with your prick!" she cried. And then she felt the first hard pressure against the tight little hole of her cunt as he fucked inward.
"Aaaahhhhhhh ... oooohhhhhh!" she cried out as the tip slipped just up inside of her hotly squirming cunthole. "Oooohhh, Mr. Eddison, it feels sooo good ... ssoooooooo very good!"
Above her, Eddison relished the sight of the beautiful lady accountant whom he had watched so many times prancing around the office in her tight dresses. And now here she was, her hot little body spread all naked and willing beneath his slow, steady penetration of her eagerly devouring cunt. The sight of her increased his lust as he felt her tight cunt muscles squeezing wildly against his relentlessly advancing hardness. The obscene sight of her lying willing and hot beneath him, with her long, silky black hair and smooth skin, drove him wild. Too damn bad his partner Walker didn't live to fuck this hot little brunette in the accounting department.. Poor bastard, Eddison thought. And then, looking down and taking in the sight of his hugely throbbing prick disappearing up into the softly curling cunthairs of her tightly gripping pussy, Eddison let out an impatient groan.
"Hot damn! I gotta fuck you, Miss Dearbourne, and quick!" And he came down heavily upon her voluptuously quivering body, his weight crushing her sensuously trembling tits against his heaving chest, forcing them upward from the encasing cups of her half-bra beneath her dress. His hips were thrust forward in the same smooth motion, sending his thick, cunt-stretching cock fucking far up into the young brunette's widespread cunt with a furious rush, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her pussy ahead of it in rippling waves. There was no stopping him now, not until he felt his heavy, cum-swollen balls slapping into the nakedly upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Oooohhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhh!" she wailed beneath him. "Fuck my pussy. Ooohhhh ... oooohhhhh ... fuck my pussy!"
"Whew, you are one tight bitch, Miss Dearbourne!" Eddison grunted breathlessly. "You'd think that with all the fucking you've been doing around the office your little pussy would have been big enough for this old pecker!"
"Aaaaaaahhhh! Ooooooaaaaahhhhhh!" she began to chant beneath him as she felt the older man slip his hands down over the naked curves of her hips and slide them beneath the wildly thrashing cheeks of her ass. He cupped them harshly with each hand as he began to fuck her-urged on by the young office boy and Tom Gainsborough-with an even greater frenzy. He grasped her harder to his deeply fucking cock and Alice pulled her thighs up and back a little more, her eagerly devouring cunt spreading open to receive his thickly fucking cock to even greater depths.
"Aaaaaooooohhhh! Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck meeeeeeeee!" she wailed again as he quickened his strokes, grunting and groaning, fucking her now ravenously devouring pussy like a man gone wild.
"Aaarrrrggghhh ... arrrgghhh. This will make your cunt big ... enough ... to fuck next time ...!" he groaned in her ear. "Because ... Miss Dearbourne, I have a feeling you'll be with us for a long time yet!"
"OOOOhhhhhh, Mr. Eddison!" she squealed excitedly as she felt him pushing against her so hard that the plane of her naked pussy was smacked open even wider to his heavily pounding cock. "I'll be the best fucking accountant in the company, I promise!"
"You already are, Miss Dearbourne, you already are!"
