La Ronde! The Carousel! The Merry-go-round! It was all the same thing. It had been the name of an old, of French movie in which a series of love affairs had been depicted, and the camera followed the male of the first love affair to another female, with whom he had yet another affair. Then the camera followed the female to her next male, then that male to the next female, and so on until the last male returned to have an affair with the first female.
Livia Napolitano had seen the picture at one of the theaters that showed old art movies. Then she saw the movie had been re-made, but this time as an X-rated movie. This time nothing would be left to the imagination. This time, no one would be spared.
Livia was basically a romantic woman. She had become a woman early in life when both her parents had passed on; the father because of emphysema, the mother because of cancer. She had just completed a course at a two-year university when her mother died, and so was able to go out into the world and support herself since her parents had left her nothing in the way of money.
Livia was a pretty woman, but gave the appearance of being heavier than she was. She had a roundness to her that should have made her look curved and angular. Instead, she looked fat. This seemed ridiculous to the twenty-three-year-old woman who, for the past three years had been working as a bookkeeper for a large banking chain. The truth of the matter was, Livia was five feet tall exactly, and she weighted less than a hundred pound. In fact, she was just a little more than ninety pounds. Because of the hard life she had been leading, she had premature streaks of gray in her otherwise brown hair. Her face had a slight roundness to it, and she had large, shining gray eyes. Her nose was not thick, nor did she have heavy lips or a double chin, and yet, the overall impression of her face was roundness. Livia had large, very large breasts, which added to the illusion of weight, and in an effort to fight getting fat, she exercised so assiduously, her breasts stood up by themselves, not needing a brassiere in spite of the fact that she wore one, anyway.
Though Livia didn't have a pinched-in waist, neither did she have a thick waist, and her hips were rounded swells that, with the spherical shapes of her buttocks, added to the illusion of heaviness. Perhaps the clincher was the fact that although Livia's thighs were solid, they were also somewhat chunky, and she had full-blown calves, as well. Oh yes! There was the final thing! Livia always dressed in loose, baggy clothes, creating the impression she was trying to hide a rotund figure beneath the loose, tent like clothing.
For a long time in her young life, Livia had been too busy earning a living to bother with men. Now that she had a comfortable nest-egg, and she wanted to start dating, she felt shy. The chances were, Livia would have remained fairly shy and unknowing had it not been for her desire to see the new version of La Ronde.
She had been discussing it with a coworker at the bank, when she was overheard by one of the senior vice- presidents, himself a single man, but more, a lecherous man in his early forties.
Forrest Cameron was a tall, handsome man, but just as Livia had not had time for men in her life in order to survive, So Cameron had not had time for too many woman in his life with this driving urge of his to continually succeed. Now in his early forties, with dark hair that was graying at the temples, the man was like a tower of strength to the bookkeeping company of Addison and Wentworth. One day soon, his own name would be added to the other two, but the craggy-faced man with the slightly crooked nose and the strong jaw realized that in order to continue getting ahead, he would not only have to continue doing business as he had been doing, but he would have to gratify his bosses carnal desires, as well. Both Addison and Wentworth were men almost twenty years older than himself, and both were still lusting after all kinds of young women. Normally, they preferred not to touch a woman working for them, but if the woman was attractive enough, they were willing to make exceptions.
The thing was, even though Livia was certainly attractive enough, she was prudish in her own outlook, although she would have been the first to deny it. In fact, Livia claimed she was the most open- minded of women, and as a result, would be willing to go out of her way to prove it.
Forrest Cameron was counting on just that. What the woman needed was one good gang-bang, as then she would be ready to pass on to the big bosses. When that happened, Cameron would be a shoe- in for the spot of company president next year, when Addison retired and Wentworth moved up to chairman of the board.
So Forrest Cameron called Livia into his office one Friday afternoon and quietly made a date with her, offering to take her to see La Ronde. Livia was excited and looking forward to it.
The movie was more than Livia had ever imagined it would be. Not only was it X-rated, but XXX-rated. For the next two hours, sitting in the darkened theater beside Forrest Cameron, surrounded by a sea of heavy breathing people, Livia watched, and quickly came to understand that sex was much more than a mating of penis to vagina. Seeing the close-ups of weighty male organs plummeting back and forth inside the female bodies made her tingle. In reality, this was the first time Livia had ever seen an erect male organ, and she had never dreamed they were capable of growing so large. She had seen art statues in the museums, but the penises on the naked males were always in a relaxed state, looking so tiny, she had often wondered how it was possible for a man to penetrate a woman with anything so limp and undersized. Now she knew better.
She stared at the way the penises made contact with, and then penetrated the vaginas, sinking all the way in to the hilt. How absolutely thrilling it was to see the men bury their faces between the thighs of various women, using their tongues to lick at the clitorises and vaginal lips and interstices. Livia decided that was something she would love to feel, but she didn't dare admit it to a man like Forrest Cameron, whom she sincerely believed was an art-lover, which was why he had brought her to this art theater in the first place.
Even more amazing was seeing the way some of the women actually put their mouths on the penises of the men, sucking the full length of the organs all the way inside. Livia was unable to understand how any woman was able to swallow the full penile length. She noticed each time a woman did take a penis into her mouth, when it was three-quarters the way in, the woman would hesitate for a moment, then push her head lower and literally squeeze the. head of the penis into her narrow gullet.
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When the movie ended, she went with Forrest to a nearby restaurant, and there had a late-night supper. He was courteous and gentlemanly at all times, complimenting her on her blowsy brown dress, looking so immaculate in his dapper gray suit. It was early March, and both also wore coats when outside. He had a gray overcoat to match his suit, while she had a brown tweed coat which, with its wool lining, kept her warm.
That night, when he took her to her apartment, Forrest kissed her good-night, making her head whirl She went to sleep alone, dreaming erotic dreams, and in all of them she and he were the participants. If there were many men, that all had his face.
The next time, he took her to see a Fifteenth century erotic art collection at one of the museums. Once again, she was convinced it was the love of art that drove him. This time, she invited him into her three-room apartment for coffee, and before he left, they had done more than some light kissing.
On the third date they had actually petted, but on the fourth date, after seeing another triple-X-rated film, he invited her to his apartment, and Livia knew she was going to give him what she had never given any other man before. Having seen it all of film, she had the feeling that novice though she was, she would be able to acquit herself fairly well. Nevertheless, she was nervous, and didn't mind letting him see it.
His apartment was a luxury penthouse in a high-rise, and when he ushered her into the bedroom, she was overwhelmed by the size and firmness of his bed. But tonight she would get more than she had bargained for. Tonight she would have a crash course in rape.
Chapter Two
Although Livia had seen girls in the movie sucking penis's, the idea of a masculine appendage pushing itself into her own mouth had seemed totally abhorrent when Forrest had suggested it. But then she began to wonder if, perhaps, he might not be right. Perhaps if she did do it, she would learn to like it. Then maybe he would reciprocate and do the same thing to her. If that were the case, well, why not go ahead and do it? The nearness of the throbbing hot cock had her wavering between fight and desire, and desire seemed to be ahead. Even the feel of the penis's silkiness against her cheek as well as the aroma of it, which she found oddly stimulating now seemed to drive away her previous fright. The actual presence of the phallus, its being there, its very closeness was in no way terrifying, but actually more than a little comforting. A warm calm began spreading through her shuddering form.
Slowly surrounding the massive baton with one of her hands, Livia used her other hand to disentangle his two hands from her hair, then slowly, purposefully turned her lovely face while parting her lips, opening her mouth as wide as possible to accept the huge baton. He waited until her mouth was fully agape before slowly inserting the throbbing head of his pulsating cock. The slowness wasn't initially out of any consideration for Livia, but rather Forrest felt the need to observe the way her lips tightened and sucked-and more, he wanted other who were also watching, whose presence was totally unknown to Livia-to see that her lips were sucking his cock, and he wanted to enjoy the feel of her tongue along the underside as it warmly trickled back and forth.
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Once the throbbing tree-trunk of burning flesh was enclosed in the narrowness of her mouth, Livia slowly clamped down with her full lips, pursing them firmly around the rigidity of the phallic spire. She sucked without thinking for a moment, and when she did think, she suddenly realized how much she was enjoying herself. The taste of his penis on her tongue actually thrilled her. Yes, yes, she liked it, and because she liked it she knew she would appreciate it that much more if she was able to bring Forrest Cameron total physical pleasure, for in knowing she had pleased him, she would please herself even more. Livia was determined, she would suck and suck until the man ejaculated his sperm down her gullet. She wanted it to wash over her tongue, line her mouth and fall into her throat.
She sucked as hard as she was able. Her lips pulled on the solid masculine bone of meat as if she expected to actually extract some nourishment from within. Her mouth moved forward and back, forward and back, her tongue licking lustily on the underside of the weighty organ. The inexperienced girl felt him moving too rapidly, and her hands gripped his hips to hold him more steadily in place as her mouth zipped back and forth along the masculine monorail at incredible speed.
Each time her head moved forward she took a bit more of the immense and throbbing telephone pole of flesh into her mouth and throat. Her cheeks bloated as she rammed her face all the way forward trying to feel the head of his cock shove through her gullet and reach right into her belly. But long as it was, it wasn't that long.
Like an insane maniac Forrest Cameron clung to Livia's hair, not so much to urge her on any more, as to maintain his balance. He was pumping violently against her tantalizing tongue, his glistening poker of flaming flesh continuing to move back and forth while her fingers continued digging into the flesh of his naked hips.
Cameron's own mouth was wide open, and looked as if he was expected to yell loudly, but no sound came from between his lips. The speed with which his thrusting loins continually moved let the hidden onlookers know he had reached his blast-off. What they were not aware of was the fact that the heavy penis, moving in and out of her gullet, had aroused Livia to the point where she was attaining her own initial orgasm. It wasn't a large one, but being her first, it seemed the strongest, most overpowering feeling she had ever had in her entire life. The full length of cock crammed down her throat prevented her from making any noise at all as she came.
But for Forrest Cameron it was an entirely different story. The lava boiled up inside his lunging phallic probe, rumbling toward the tiny eye in its dome. The man tensed, his entire body suddenly becoming a stiff as his cock as he let out a loud, long yell.
He babbled wildly as his pushing penis enlarged and began pulsating, unleasing great gouts of the white fluid within into Livia's eager and expectant mouth.
She sucked, drained, and slurped every last little bit of the tantalizingly delicious fluid, swallowing it down her hungering gullet. Her mouth sucked again and again, pulling as much mead from his shoving phallus as he was able to offer her. All the oil, nice and hot, oozed down her throat and into her belly as her tongue swatched itself across his throbbing staff again and again, cleaning the massive fleshy plug of everything.
Little by little she felt the immenseness shrink in her mouth until there was less than an inch left. Finally she released it and said, "What now? I've done it for you. Will you keep your promise and do it to me, too?"
Her eyes were bright with eager expectancy, certain he would keep his promise. But he got to his feet, saying, "Livia, you're much too much of a woman for any one man. No one man would ever be able to satisfy you. You'd need a whole gang of men."
"What are you talking about?" she gasped.
Chapter Three
She stared at him with wide eyes and gasped even louder when he walked over to what had looked like a closed door. Now she realized that it was partly open, and though it was dark beyond, less than a moment later, men began filing into the room.
"I'm talking about making a truly full-fledged expert out of you," he told her. "A girl like you can go places in our company. All you have to do is know the right things to do with the right people. In this instance, are Messrs. Addison and Wentworth who are the big wheels in our firm. You do for them, and you'll really make it big, Livia. So to help you along, I've brought some friends. Each one of these guys is gonna teach you something new, and by the time they're finished with you, you'll really get to know it all and make it to the top.
"No!" Livia gasped, genuine terror filling her as the five men filed into the room.
"You suck pretty good," the leader, whose name she would subsequently learn was Allen, muttered.
"Let me out of here," Livia insisted.
"Sure," Allen nodded. "We're gonna do better than let you out. We're gonna take you out. We saw the way you sucked cock, but as good as it was, it definitely needs refining. We're gonna refine you."
"Get away from me," she insisted.
"Don't fight them, Livia," Cameron insisted as he began dressing. "There's a promotion waiting for you at the end of all this. In any case, your present job has been filled by someone else as of Monday. So you have no choice but to 'work your way up.'"
"This is disgusting," she shouted.
"This is life," Cameron said, shrugging as the men closed around her naked form.
Blankets were thrown over her and wrapped around her, and then a rope was wrapped around to keep the blankets in place.
"You're gonna make the rounds, baby," Allen said to her. "When you've finished, you'll be ripe for anybody."
Make the rounds! La Ronde! The Carousel! She had started on a carousel from which there was no escape.
Hands suddenly were lilting her off her feet, and she was being carried bodily, she knew not where. She felt herself being jostled, her soft body bumping on many shoulders as the five men carrying her laughed gaily, as if either going to, or coming from, a party. She felt the crowd into an elevator, and they chatted as if she wasn't there while the elevator rode down to the ground floor. When she tried screaming, their laughs and shouts easily drowned out her muffled cries. She was trapped.
Every now and again someone opened the blanket around her head to make sure she was getting enough air. Then she had an opportunity to see where she was. The first time, she was in the lobby of the apartment house where Forrest Cameron lived. The second time, she found herself lying on the bony knees of three men in the backseat of a car where it was black as pitch.
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The movement of the car made her sick. She tasted Cameron's sperm in her mouth, and she ought to have detested it because she hated the man, but she didn't, instead, she found the flavor of the seminal fluid helped calm her stomach, keeping her from throwing up.
Finally the care stopped and she was being hauled out like a carpet, then being carried into some place-where she didn't know-until they unwound the blankets from around her and she realized she was in a house, in the living room, lying on the floor.
She lay there panting, terrified, looking at her captors. One of them, a tall black- haired man walked over to her and said, "You have a lot to learn in a short time, Livia. I'm Sam. That's all you have to know. I'm not even going to touch you, tonight. I'm leaving it up to my four buddies here to teach you rapidly. Tomorrow, well see what you've learned, and if everything is right, I'll take you back with me on Monday to meet Mr. Addison, the chairman of the company. If you're good enough for him, he'll pass you to Mr. Wentworth, who'll be taking Mr. Addison's place a week from now. You fuck nicely for him, and you'll really be on easy street. You're lucky Livia. The five of us have been tested, and not one of us has ever had the clap. What's more, we're gonna make sure you don't get pregnant. There's this new pill you can take anywhere up to forty-eight hours after you've been fucked, and it'll make sure you don't have unwanted babies. Now I'm leaving you with my friends. You just behave, and nothing will happen."
He walked out of the room, and Livia lay with the blankets still wrapped around her, terrified. She saw one of the men had brought her clothing, and he was hanging them up in a nearby closet.
"You stay cool," a short, dark-haired man told her, whose name she would learn was Mike. 'We have instructions to make you malleable. Translation: we'll kick the shit out of you if you don't behave. The simple fact of the matter is, we're gonna fuck you, honey. Face it! You're gonna have cock rammed into every hole in your body. But you make it hard for us, we'll make it harder for you."
'What do you think I am," Livia gasped. "I certainly have no intention of helping you people rape me."
"Fuck all this," a blond boy by the name of Joel called out. He was a taller, somewhat better-looking version of the man whose name was Allen. They were obviously brothers.
He walked over to her and he began puffing the blankets away from her trembling body no matter how hard she tried holding onto them. Soon, she was stark-naked again, and all four of the glared.
"She is gorgeous," the last of the quartet, a man called Peter, muttered. He was tall, lean, good looking, but with that cruel look in his dark eyes that told Livia not to expect mercy from him. His hair was the same color as hers, though he had no gray streaks in it.
"That is some body," Allen nodded.
Helpless, totally terrified beyond words, the woman shuddered and got to her feet, hoping to somehow or other make a break. She stood in the middle of the living room, shuddering her arms tightly wrapped around her lovely body. Each way she turned, she found herself facing a male ready to leap on her and attack her. She didn't know what to do.
Then all four men seemed to converge on her at once, and began touching her. She kicked, bit, scratched and screamed, even butting with her head. She struggled futilely, and they once again pulled her to the floor, this time face-down on the blankets they had wrapped her in. Her chunky thighs were quivering as the men stared at her nakedness, and not one of them thought those thighs to fat. Mike and Allen held her thighs wide apart, and under the tight crease separating her asscheeks, the stared at the swelling that was her cuntlips, a light sprinkling of brown hair hiding nothing. It was a good thing Cameron hadn't used her cunt. Her body still smelled nice and fresh even though coated with perspiration.
"Me first!" the one called Peter insisted. "I only came along and agreed to this 'cause you guys said I could have her cherry."
Her naked waist looked so narrow now that she was lying flat. The firm plain of her white back still had a small indentation in it where her brassiere strap had pressed into it. Peter, who was kneeling at this point, running his hands over her back, enjoyed the way her flesh shivered as she said to the others, "Son of a fucking bitch! You guys should feel this skin. She's so damned smooth!"
He leaned down, pressing his nostrils to her back, inhaling the scent of her flesh. Jesus! His pulsing cock was really hurting him now, trying hard to push through his pants. His fly was already soaked with the stickiness of his lubrication as he pressed a thigh against the swell of the woman's buttocks.
He began massaging her back, and she quivered even more, not wanting to be touched by these animals. Her hands slid beneath her and cupped her breasts in an effort to keep anyone from touching them, but Peter was much stronger than his lean frame implied, and he reached beneath her and literally pulled her arms out from beneath her. Then she shoved his hands underneath and rubbed her swollenly full, throbbing mounds, thrilling to the hardness of her flesh. In order to keep herself from feeling him, she squirmed, but was unable to move his hands away.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!" he shouted to the other three standing around. "These tits are the greatest."
His fingers compressed themselves against the hard, rubbery nipples, and then he moved so they stabbed into his palms. Even though Livia continued her hopeless struggles, her body was unable to ward off the feeling of delight it was enjoying. She writhed hard, almost puffing away at one point, and Peter yelled at the other three, "Hold the bitch, down, goddam it!"
His working hands slid along the tantalizing contoured sides of her delightful body, over the firm flesh of her slim waist and then to the top of her rounded buttocks. he hesitated for a moment, enjoying the way Livia struggled against the pressure of his hand, both of them aware of where his hands would be going, next. Slowly now, his fingers trickled their way across her buttocks, tantalizingly teasing her skin. Livia shuddered and shook, unable to control herself. She hated the man, hated the fact that she was being raped, yet loved the sensation his fingers were imparting to her. His hand moved between her asscheeks, and though she tried clenching them together, he tugged them almost viciously apart, his hands pressing into her buttocks.
"Get a load of that cunt!" Peter gasped, staring at the almost hairless vertical slit below her full, ovoid asscheeks.
Livia felt the other three loosening their hold on her for a moment in order to get a better look at her cunt, and she tried struggling again. But Mike and Joel were holding her arms too firmly, and Allen had a solid grip on both her ankles. With a sense of utter, hopeless frustration, she finally relaxed.
An instant later she felt a new terror grip her, making her quake. Peter had walked around in front of her and had dropped his pants and undershorts. He fell to his knees in front of her, and she was able to see the massive meatiness of his throbbing cock standing out from beneath his own dark curls. The penis swayed from left to right and back again, like a loose-hanging boom.
"Take a really good look at it," he told her. "Mebbee it ain't as long or as thick as the one that you sucked on before, but it's still big enough to make you feel it when I shove it into you cunt and take that hot little cherry of yours."
The heavy mass of dark curls above the youth's rigid stiffness created the impression of overpowering strength. His dangling balls each looked as if they weighed ten pounds. The bulging red head of his throbbing cock seemed to make fun of her as its sightless eye, pointed directly at her face, let a small blob of colorless fluid fall onto the blanket near her face.
Mike, the short, dark-haired man, held her left wrist with one hand now, while his own right hand explored the teasing smoothness of her soft back. Meanwhile, Allen, the blond man still holding her ankles, had a clear, unobstructed view of lightly fuzzed pussy, and the drool was falling slavingly from his mouth. He saw the way the white outer labia, all roundly convex, parted to reveal the rich inner pinkness of the inner temple. God! It was one helluva gorgeous sight! He was barely able to contain himself.
Peter stood up, then walked around to her rear, and kneeling between her thighs told Allen to make sure he kept her chunky thighs tugged wide apart. Then, without another word, he leaned forward and rammed two fingers into the pink slit, feeling her youthful, girlish flesh shudder. He rubbed his fingertips up and down inside the "drapes" that made up her outer labia, then touched her inner lips, and against her will, Livia felt oils beginning to ooze from within her. She tried hard to pull away from the two pushing fingers, but the other three were holding her too tightly. All she was able to do was simply lie there, face-down. She didn't even have the strength to cry any longer.
He shoved his fingers into the narrowness of the tight hole he had found, pushing them ever deeper and deeper, feeling the interior of her hot cunt tunnel getting wetter and wetter with every passing moment, but also feeling the membrane that pronounced her virginity. He pressed his finger all the more firmly against the thin, elastic piece of stretched membrane, feeling the way it reached from one side, diagonally across to the other side of her vaginal corridor. But Peter didn't cram his fingers inside any more deeply. He wanted the pleasure of smashing that cherry with the head of his cock. Still, he did rub his fingers against her upper vaginal wall, feeling more and more slick moisture forming inside her.
"Shit!" he mumbled to the others. "She had one little hot box here. It's tighter'n a snare drum."
Peter slid a third finger into her distending vagina, trying to widen it even more. He felt her helpless body tremble uncontrollably as she grunted a little, but staying perfectly still, refusing to give them the satisfaction of know the fingers were getting to her. The man's digits began moving faster and faster, coated with her heavy oils to where the lubrication was all but gelatinous. He pressed each of the walls inside her cunt in turn, feeling more of the oozing liquid slide out of her.
Taking a deep breath, Livia permitted herself the luxury of relaxing if only for a moment, and when she thought they had loosened their grip on her, she desperately tried to break free again. But Mike had a very firm grip on her arm, and decided to hold her down even better by moving around in front of her and putting his knees on her shoulders.
"Lift her up on her knees," Peter told Allen.
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The blond-haired man released Livia's quivering ankles, the moving around Peter, got a firm grip on the helpless woman's waist. He tugged, hoisting her up, keeping her body locked in place. Peter, this thighs firmly lodged between those of the helpless female, prevented her from clamping them shut. His thrusting fingers continued rubbing back and forth inside her, and he noticed within the passage of moments that her body was involuntarily moving to counter the thrusts of his fingers.
Withdrawing the fingers from within her, he tugged the inner lips apart one more time, saying, "That has to be the prettiest pink oyster I've ever seen. Man! Am I ever gonna love breaking it in."
He moved his knees closer to her, his hand gripping his stiff cock. Pressing the head against her left asscheek, he let it smear its fluid along as she slowly dragged it toward her bumhole, and then, from there let is slide slowly down.
"Please don't!" Livia whimpered, totally helpless. "Oh please ... please ... don't do this to me. I'll do anything you want, but don't"
"I'm glad you'll do anything I want," Peter smiled. "What I want is for you to hold perfectly still while I fit my cock inside you."
"Nooooooo!" the helpless woman wailed, feeling the hardness of his stiff penile point slowly beginning to push its way into her leaking feminine vault.
He kept his palm on top to make sure it didn't pop out as it pushed past her slavering labia. She was writhing already, and it pleased him to no end.
Livia felt pain, lots of pain. She was totally unused to feeling her vaginal walls stretched. He didn't ram it into her, but moved it in slowly, agonizingly, feeling her tight pussy give little by little as he forced the tight sleeve to widen more and more. She was screaming again, yowling like a stuck cat with agony as the stone-like phallic prod continued forcing its way ever deeper into her.
But to Peter, the feeling was unbelievably fantastic. He had fucked more than one cunt in his day, but he had never felt one this good. A heavy, hot, sensation surrounded his pushing pole, crushing gently on it making him cram the = massive organ a bit deeper into the narrow strait where it was delving, causing his balls to tingle with unbelievable delight.
"Oh shit!" he yelled to the other three. "I'm telling you guys, this is really something. I've never known a cunt this hot or this tight before. This is so great, you guys'll have to try it to believe it."
The crushing vulva began spreading a little wider now, accepting him more readily, and the heated, spreading stickiness of her tantalizing flesh, flooding and surrounding his intruding phallic member, made pinwheels of light go off in his brain.
"Christ!" Joel bellowed, his mouth wide open as he stared at the sensuous expressions all over Peter's face.
Peter took a deep breath, then thrust forward somewhat roughly, powering the had of his cock through her delicate cherry, and the lovely woman screamed again, totally unused to the agony she was now feeling. Pain had seemingly become an integral part of her entire self.
Why? she wondered silently. Why were they doing this? What had she done to these men to deserve something like this? How had she harmed them? What reason had they for being so merciless?
The massively broad phallus continued thundering all the more deeply into the tightness of her squeezing inner channel, rending to shreds all obstructions, continuing to power further into her until the man's flat belly slammed against the twin roundness of her delightful asscheeks, all but squashing them flat. Fire filled Peter's lungs now as he gripped her flaring hips and allowed his thick truncheon to slowly eel its way out of her. Only it didn't back out all the way. Rather it slammed right back in again.
Holding her hips to keep Livia steady, Peter forced the full length of his fleshy power tool even deeper into the fiery, humid recesses of her lacerated pussy, thrillingly savoring the delicious, overpowering sensation of her soaking tissues clinging to his iron-hard shank. Chrisallfuckingmighty! It felt unbelievable!
The way Allen's circling arms continued holding Livia's middle up, his own hands were able to touch the swells of her buttocks, and he pulled the wickedly apart in order to gain a better glimpse into the crevice and watch the way Peter continued slamming his plundering phallus into the tightness of her vaginal orifice. Now the organ was covered with a combination of Peter's and Livia's slick juices, mixed with a thin pink coloring, attesting to the destruction of her hymen. She had bled very little, all things considered.
Peter now had the full length of his plunging cock totally buried all the way inside Livia's compressing cunnus, rubbing so solidly against the walls, it created a powerful friction in the depths of her cringing vagina. He looked down to stare at this oil-and-blood-coated phallus, thrilling to the way it looked going into and coming out of her tight box. He was able to see the scalloped pinkness of her labial ridges, noting the way they seemed to leap out each time he pulled his pulsing prong back. Then he noted how the ridges disappeared once he began plunging in again. Much of the way a pair of lips in a mouth looked without teeth, so did her cuntlips look now.
He began setting a regulated pace of push-pull, slamming into the narrow tightness of her cunt and feeling her deliciously round ass rub against his pelvis each time he thrust forward. His hands gripped her hips so tightly, his fingers were digging that much more deeply into her firm flesh.
The fire in his lungs turned to molten metal as he puffed all the more heavily. He tugged her thighs even wider apart, now. She was bowing to his cock, even if facing away from him, paying homage to the way the thudding phallus continued ramming ever deeper into her. There was no doubt about it! This woman was a superior fuck in spite of the fact that she had barely began moving. When she knew it all, she would put most professionals to shame. Shit! She was a woman who was constructed first and foremost for a man's total utter satisfaction. Granted there were women who had prettier faces, and quite a few with more slender bodies, but everything about this particular woman seemed to announce she was just right for about any man to fuck.
Peter's brain burned and his plunging lance continued throbbing and pulsating, and the rubbing of his glans through her weeping channel created the wildest, most insane slicing sensation, as if she were being neatly halved by the sawing instrument. Peter felt as if he was king of the world at this moment. Fucking this woman had this kind of effect on him, and he wondered if he would ever be able to find another like her.
Again and again his knifing cock continued to seemingly cut right into the helpless Livia, stabbing her pink feminine wound, imparting a combination of raw pain and unrefined, totally animalistic pleasure. The muscles in his thighs bulged as he resoundingly churned his body against hers. He wanted to slam his cock even more deeply into this woman's body. He ached to feel his cock-head rub against her belly button-from the inside. He ached to hear her screams and moans of terror become sighs of absolute pleasure, until he finally begged him to keep on doing it-to never stop, but to go right on fucking until the end of time.
Her crying sobs were mixed with guttural moans and short, punctuated wails, each succeeding one seemingly starting before the other one had ended. Deeper and deeper he slammed his thrusting cock into her, forcing more and more of her vaginal passageway to widen itself.
Then he felt the end of her vagina as the head of his penis began slamming into her womanly backwall, but unable to do so because of the elasticity of the flesh, yet it did make her anguish that much more unbearable for the moment.
For all his energy, Peter was now wheezing, huffing and puffing, the perspiration flooding his forehead and falling into his eyes, making them sting and burn. He jammed himself into her that much more powerfully, and it took all of Mike's strength to keep her from sliding forward on the floor, each time, as he held her down in front.
Peter was able to feel his burgeoning phallus continuing to enlarge and swell even more, becoming that much broader and wider until he was certain it would burst. His asscheeks tightened as he rammed all the harder, feeling his immense scrotum tighten and draw up against his crotch. This thigh-fronts were cruelly battering her round, white asscheeks as his fingertips dug all the more deeply into her achingly bruised flesh.
Livia's cries and whimpers had subsided, because the pain was indeed fading. Barely audible moans came from between her lips, and had one listened carefully, one would have heard sighs of pleasure rather than groans of agony. Even so, the mighty flesh cane continued plunging recklessly on, as if expecting to eventually poke a hole in her.
Because the pain was till with Livia, she was unaware of the orgasm building in her interior until it suddenly hit her with the force of a typhoon.
"Yyyyyaaannnghhhhh ... fff ... " she began yelling, only to have her sound cut off as Mike clamped his hand around her mouth, thinking she was screaming from agony. The sensation burst through her body like thunderheads opening and pouring rain onto the earth, below.
As far as Peter was concerned, wonder of wonders, that feeling for which he had been waiting so long began rushing headlong through him, as well, making him slam his cock into her narrowly tight quim with every vibrant thrust in his muscles. His body was completely unbending at the moment, even more tense than his cock as he bent over her upthrust ass, ramming his sizzling baton into her again and again. Then he began a series of long, spasming shudders as the heavy fluid shot from inside him and flooded into her seething center, filling her bruised and beaten feminine vessel with flaming abundance. Gasping cries came from within him as his entire world totally exploded.
Livia felt her own inner sensations heightened by the pressure of his blasting seminal fluid. The thrills intensified for her, and unable to scream them out, she felt them back up and shoot from her nostrils, her ears, her eyes, even the hairs on her head as her entire body was totally overwhelmed by it all-a feeling so powerful she was unable to feel the horrible pain she knew was still inside her. Only after the thrills subsided did she feel sore within.
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Chapter Four
It was the following morning when Livia finally awoke, her body aching all over, a series of black-and-blue. She had crusted sperm on her mouth and all over the side of her head.
Staggering to an adjoining bath room-for she was in a bedroom, probably the master bedroom in this house since it had an adjoining bathroom-she filled a tub with water and soaked her helpless Forrest Cameron for having done this to body in it. She had no illusions about this being finished-yet. There was still that tall, dark leader of the men-that Sam. he would want his share of her. After that, she would be lucky not to be murdered. After all, they might very well be stringing her along about not wanting to hurt her, in reality intending to kill her after they were finished with her. Forrest Cameron had said something about her being replaced at the bookkeeping office.
Livia realized, as she lay in the tub, that she was extremely hungry. Sex had worked up an incredible appetite. Now that she had regained her strength, she wanted something to eat. She only hoped they would feed her before killing her. Somehow it was criminal to be made to die on an empty stomach.
When she finally let the water out of the tub and stood on the mat to dry herself, she had an opportunity to see the black-and-blue marks on her body in the mirror. She also saw that somehow, sex had sweated a lot of the roundness off her, and she seemed to be trimming out for the first time in her life. It was as if sex was the catalyst needed to get rid of her baby-fat. What a shame that it had to be wasted on these monsters. She was certain she would never get out of here alive, but if she did, she would find a way to wreak revenge on Forrest Cameron for having done this to her.
When she returned to her bedroom, she found the door locked. That figured. The windows had been boarded up, so there was no way for her to stick her head out and shout for help.
Sighing, she sat down on the bed where she had awakened, and waited. She waited a long, long time.
What seemed like an eternity later, the door was unlocked, and she found herself face-to-face with Sam. She wrapped the towel, wet as it still was, more tightly around her.
"Come on," he snapped to her. "I got some food for you."
She followed him out of the room and down the small flight of steps to the main floor. He led her into the kitchen, and there, at the table, she saw a steaming bowl of soup, some crackers, and a glass of milk.
"Ain't got no meat, Sam told her. "But this oughtta do. We should be finished today."
"You're going to kill me, aren't you," she said, resigned.
"Kill you?" he laughed. "Lady, d'you think we'd have gone through all this trouble if we were intent on killing you. Shit no! Cameron explained that last night. You're being groomed to screw for the really big bosses and anyone else the want you for. You behave right, and when the time comes, you'll be able to write your own ticket. These guys are smart. They have themselves of light hookers, but for the really heavy stuff, they need a woman who doesn't look or act like a hooker. For the last fifteen years they used Caroline Conners, and then the last guy she made it with, flipped over her, married her, and took her away from it all, Hell! Caroline was only thirty-six. You, you're twenty. three. Addison'll retire soon, and you'll be working basically for Wentworth. You play your cards right, and when the time comes, you'll find Mr. Right and get married off, too."
As you said," she pointed out, "I don't look like their other talent. Why would they want someone like me?"
"They need a good looking chick who doesn't have whore written all over her. But she has to make the guys she works with think they're doing the seducing, and afterward, she has to make 'em think they're the greatest fuckers in the world. You got the looks, and from what my boys tell me, you got the ability. In fact, you even got another plus. You know all about the workings of the firm. You'll be real useful to Wentworth. You'll see.
"Why didn't they just ask instead of doing it this way?" she wanted to know.
"Hey, would you have agreed if they'd asked?"
"No." she admitted.
"See. They gotta put you in a position where you ain't got no choice. The working over my boys gave you last night probably the worst thing that'll ever happen to you. From now on, it's all easy. You might say I'm the teacher who sees if you're ready to graduate, if you dig my meaning. I've already sent the other guys home. You'n'me are the only two left here. You eat, relax for a while. Then we'll get down to it."
"Do you do this often?" Livia asked.
"Oh I break in everyone who works for Addison and Wentworth, even all the light stuff. Keeps me busy, and what's more, I get paid for it. Don't worry, lady, you'll find me real easy compared to the others. But when I'm through with you, there won't be a guy you can't handle."
They were alone in the master bedroom now, a good two hours after Livia had finished eating. He motioned for her to throw away the towel she had kept wrapped around herself, and she knew better than to disobey. She shucked it, revealing her delightful torso to the man. He licked his lips as he realized she had one helluva body. No, it wasn't one of those matchstick-model types who might break if handled wrong. Hell, no! It was a good body, a firm body, a full body. Her belly was slightly rounded and not window-pane-fiat, which he liked. Her ass had a delightful fullness to it. Her breasts were full, but stood up, and in spite of the black-and-blues, all of which would go away in a day or two, she looked absolutely wholesome. She was the kind of woman good for twenty years of continuous seduction.
Sam eyed her hungrily. He had purposely kept himself waiting for this moment. Her shoulders were so smooth and round, and her dark-brown hair, up and out of the way, gave him an opportunity to appreciate the fine lines of her neck, not too thick, not too slender. Those superb breasts really stood up in spite of their immense size, their nipples like eyes, staring right back at him. The skin tone of her mammeries were almost ivory laced with azure, tipped with bits of almond-like tan. Her midriss was firm, and if not pinched in, it was still in no way a thick waist. The slightly rounded surface of her belly was beautified with a winking navel. Below that luscious tummy was the brown-fringed, sparse-haired beaver, soaking and succulent to any man's eyes. By now, Livia began to realize she was far more attractive than she had ever believed. She was a regal queen bee, and right now the queen was in need of a drone's scepter-right up her royal box.
Sam walked to the far end of the room and pulled back a curtain, and Livia suddenly realized she was in what looked like a medieval torture chamber. She saw a stretching rack, a bed of nails that was on a swivel, presently at a forty-five degree angle.
"Y-you're going to torture me," she gasped.
"You behave yourself," Sam told her, "and you'll find everything, including the pain, will be exquisite. You fight me, and all you'll feel is the agony. Y'see, Addison and Wentworth can be sadists, and the love dealing pain. As their steady fuck, you gotta learn to take it, and more, to like it. There'll come a time when you ain't gonna like sex unless at least a little pain is dealt out with it."
"Oh my God!" Livia gasped.
"Take it easy," Sam smiled. "It's something I'll teach you to love. Look at it this way. You ain't got no choice when it comes to this, honey. Either way, you're gonna feel a little agony. The question is, are you gonna feel nothing but pure pain, or are you gonna feel pleasure from it? Make up your mind that it's something that has to be face. The spikes are blunted just enough to keep from cuttin' into your skin. They're made of hard rubber, and they'll even yield a little. Oh you'll feel them prick the flesh, and there'll be stinging sensations, but like I said, you'll learn to love it all. You'll find I'm a pussycat compared to the way the bosses'll treat you. I'm gonna try to keep from causing you excess pain, but face it, pain is something you're gonna have to learn to live with."
"I'm afraid," Livia muttered. "I don't like the idea of pain."
"Like it or not, get used to it, honey."
"Oh God! Why me?"
"I'm gonna try doing this nice, the first time," Sam told her. "You behave nice, I'll treat you nice. You behave nasty, I'll treat you not so nice. Now you undress me," he ordered. "You try kicking, biting, scratching, hitting, or hurting me in any delicate areas, and I got permission to beat the crap outta you."
Livia had more sense than to even contemplate hurting the man. Even if everything was a lie, even if he intended killing her after all this was over, there was no reason to stiffer unduly. Still, she did have a sense of pride, and so said, "Do you rape all women with whom you come into contact, Mr ... "
"Just the ones who get cute," he shrugged. "From now on you call me Sam. You pass this test, and in the future, I'll also probably be working for you."
She walked over to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands, as if of their own volition, lightly raked their nails across his bare chest as she stripped the shirt from him. She also touched his shoulders, pleased that he had taken a bath or shower himself, and smelled so clean. As a result, arousal began hurriedly coursing its way through her. Forrest Cameron and this man's four goons had used her in every way, but they had touched off something inside her that made it all but impossible for her to feel anything other than arousal. She knelt, removing first his shoes and socks, then his pants, folding the latter on a hanger and putting them into a closet. Then she knelt and pulled off his undershorts. His aching cock jacknifed out like a spring-loaded switchblade, and as she breathed on it, she saw it shudder and realized that even if she was this man's captive, his cock was her captive.
He picked Livia up in his arms, his slenderness belying his strength. Her arms automatically went around his neck. She was by no stretch of the imagination light, and yet he carried her as if she were a kewpie doll. She even managed a smile at him as he carried her to the bed, wondering why she was doing so. Then she very slowly put her lips on his without being coaxed, letting her tongue run into his mouth. Each was able to taste the soup the other had eaten. It only served to heighten their desire for one another. They lay down the bed together, he, still cradling the woman in his arms as she kissed him more heatedly now. Her tongue lunged as far into his throat as was humanly possible, and he sucked on it.
Sam slowly allowed his body to relax, even if his mind had to remain alert. Obviously his boys had done a pretty good job on her. She was obviously a woman who, by now, pretty much knew what she had to do. She was smart and knew the best thing was to do as he wanted, and make everything really good for him. Well he was going to put her through a few wringers, and if she measured up, the bosses would be happy enough to pay him a big bonus as they always did.
For the moment, Livia was all hopped up on kissing. Her mouth seemed stuck to Sam's. The tip of her tongue was running along the roof of his mouth, trying hard to find any erogenous areas there. He lay back on the bed, enjoying the tantalization of her seeking tongue, thinking about possible moves he would make if she ceased suddenly being the aggressor. He didn't feel any real threat to his masculinity with her taking the initiative. This, after all, was what he had been hired to do, and Sam knew he was one of the best studs around. She was grinding her body against Sam's, and he was able to feel her wet vaginal pelt rubbing against his lower belly, leaving smears of heavy lubricity there.
Sam had to admit he had never encountered a woman who took to being raped as easily as this one. He was wondering if she was serious, or if she was putting on some kind of act, still hoping to get away. Only time would tell.
Sam was a diabetic. Early in this youth he had discovered the need for insulin, but even worse, he had discovered the blood vessels in his body often constricted, restricting the flow of blood. This was especially true in his cock's arteries. As a result, he had undergone a simple operation, in which a small, rigid prong of plastic had been inserted into his penis, giving him a perennial erection. Thus, even after shooting his heavy loads of sperm, he was able to maintain an erection of sorts. It wasn't as large, nor was it as thick as it would be prior to his shooting his sperm. But it would always be long enough and thick enough to bury itself in a woman and continually give her total and complete satisfaction. He would be able to keep his cock in her after coming, pumping away no matter how tired. Oh he'd move it around, putting it in one hole, then another. But at the present time her tongue in his mouth was setting him afire with desire.
When Livia's hands went to the man's groin, he flinched for a moment, purely a reflexive action, afraid for a moment she might actually try hitting him there. But no, the lovely woman's hands were soft and caressing, running over his heatedly rampant phallic prong. Her fingers gently - manipulated the royal-purple head of the stretched organ, and he felt his body beginning to shudder.
Her full hand began running over the entire length of his heated penis, and Livia, who had been surprised to see it medium-sized and hard before, saw it swell even more now as some blood did manage to course its way into his penis, thickening the organ even more, making it longer and larger than Forrest Cameron's-at least for the moment. Her fingers closed gently around the pulsing prong, slowly gripping it more and more tightly, as if the organ was being charged with electricity that would make it grow even more. Her hand continued to squeeze his palpitating penis, then released it and caressed it on both sides, making it swing one way, then another.
The man's entire inner being was shuddering from the delectable way she was continually playing with his burning poker while her tongue never once stopped moving through his mouth as if it, the tongue, was a cock, and she was actually fucking his mouth. He squirmed and writhed, actually feeling Livia smile while she continued kissing him.
Smile, huh! He thought, aware she was becoming increasingly knowledgeable concerning the power she was capable of wielding over any man. Well let's see you smile with my cock in your mouth!
Gripping her by her short, brown hair, the man pulled his mouth from hers. Livia looked at him with questioning amusement.
"Okay, honey," he told her. "You've had your fun. Now you're gonna start sucking on the old whangeroo, and you're gonna do it until I tell you to stop. Baby, that mouth of yours had better be damned good!"
Livia was unable to help herself, she had no control, and all she was able to do was smile even more as, for an instant, her fingers tightened even more on the throbbing phallus. Then she began moving slowly, so slowly Sam was tempted to rush her. She began kissing her way down his body, doing things to him no one had done to her, coming by all this as if instinctively.
Her flicking tongue trailed its way across his chest, stopping to lick at each of his masculine nipples first, sending more fiery pinpricks of wanton pleasure traveling uncontrollably through him before her mouth continued down to his belly. Her tongue dipped into his navel, licking it out thoroughly before proceeding lower, across the rest of her shuddering body. Then her tongue was licking a wide swath through the forest of dark curls on his venereal mount, stopping only to nibble around the base of his pulsing shaft, making the organ vibrate like a tuning fork gone out of control.
Slowly now, very slowly, her lapping tongue began spiraling upward along the underside, then the topside of the fleshy tower until it reached the wide-flaring corona, then ran around the tender rim of the sensitive helmet, causing it to expand even more, driving the man to want to grab her by the hair with both hands and cram her mouth straight down the massive length of throbbing cock. Jesus! Diabetes and all, the arteries in his cock were wide open for a change, and as a result his cock was bigger, longer, thicker, and heavier than it had ever been before in his life.
Sam realized this was a woman who, in a very short time, had gone from total novice, to expert fellatrice. Christ! She was able to lick up a storm, and only the previous night she had never so much as had a cock anywhere near her mouth. She was putting all the other women he had broken in to shame.
Gripping the throbbingly hot staff of his raging cock tightly in her clamped fist, she slipped the entire head into her sucking mouth, her face bobbing wildly up and down as she sucked on it, pulling on the flesh until he was afraid she might pull it right off the rest of the cock. Her continually teasing tongue licked all the way around the penis as her lips pulled and she was in such a state of heat he almost ripped his own hair from his head.
Having completely sucked on the violet- tipped knob, she began sucking very slowly while puffing more of the meaty organ between her hungering lips. She felt the spongy cap of his cock slide along her palate until she had almost half the organ inside. The sensation was so arousingly wild, Sam felt an urge to simply jam the rest of his cock inside. What the hell! If he wanted to do it, he damned well was going to do it.
Sam placed his hands on the back of Livia's lovely head and rammed his cock all the way into her gullet, feeling her unprepared esophagus clamp around the throbbing pole as she choked and gagged. The head of his cock was crammed so far into her gullet, she was unable to move for a moment as her pharynx simply opened and closed around it, stimulating it that much more. She was gagging, yet refused to pull it from her squeezing gullet.
Sam stared with wide-eyed amazement as it suddenly dawned on him that Livia had the full length of his cock in her throat and mouth. He had such a long schlong, no woman had ever been able to ingest so much of it, before. This was incredible. Her crazy tongue was swirling all over the pistoning penis, and saliva from her mouth, unable to be swallowed fell in heavy dribbles on his pelvis. His rampant cock had stopped up every last little bit of her oral cavity. She was forced to breathe solely through her nose.
Sam waited a minute, allowing Livia's throat to expand and accustom itself to being filled by his roast meat, and then the man began pulling his hips down, then hurling them up. He began fucking the swollen organ deeper and deeper into her tightly squeezing mouth. But even with the penis all the way inside, rubbing against the tender clenching interior of her gut, she made no sound. The coughing had stopped, as had the choking. Her head began moving up and down in a wild, jackhammering rhythmic beat, and he began attuning his ass movements to the same beat. When he occasionally slowed the beat or speeded it up as if trying to confuse Livia, she adjusted with hi.
His hot, pulsating cock was the recipient of a series of burning, aching thrills only two other men had ever known-though the last one, Joel, had never been one to really appreciate anything worthwhile. Sam had discovered that every really good fellatrice eventually developed a style all her own, so that blindfolded, he would have been able to tell which of the many artistic women who had been trained by him was blowing him then. Despite the so called simplicity of cocksucking, each mouth had its own way of doing things. Oh Yeah! Sam had enjoyed more than his share of women going down on him in his time, but none of them, not a single one of them was able to hold a candle to this woman's oral abilities. The very difference between her and all those other women made this a unique blowjob.
He would have lain there the rest of the afternoon with his solid organ buried all the way in her tight mouth, but Livia had decided that much as she enjoyed oral orgasms, the time had come for her to get something positive out of all this. So even though she knew he didn't like the idea, she slowly lifted her sucking mouth until she had pulled it off the shuddering penis. Her mouth was free from the stretching his cock had given it.
She flung herself on top of him, pressing the tightness of her firm body solidly against his, rubbing her dark-brown, sparse thatch against the man's hot, aching horn. Her legs spread themselves wide but Sam was ready for her. He toppled her from his body, leaped to his feet, then gripping her by her brown hair, he dragged her over to the bed of nails. She screamed her protests, terrified at that moment, even though flames of desire continued firing their way through her shuddering body. There was a small ledge at the bottom of the table as Sam tipped it until it was vertical. He made her stand on it as he bound her to said table. She felt the hard rubber spikes digging into the soft flesh of her back, and she knew if she allowed her weight to fall fully against the spikes, they would pierce her flesh as surely as if they were made of metal. Clamps around her wrists, and now- widespread ankles held her against the vertical table, and then Sam slowly tilted the table back, just a little, forcing her weight slightly against the hard spikes until she thought they would push into her pores like a cock ramming itself into a cunt.
"From here on in," Sam told her, "I'm gonna talk to you like you're gonna be spoke to by the bosses. It ain't me talking, but you gotta get used to hearing and feeling everything. So you just shut up and do like your told, dig?"
"But why?" she gasped.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Sam snapped, and walking to the wall, he took down something with a wooden handle that looked like an old-fashioned pigskin bladder. It was filled with air, but nevertheless, when he batted her across the face with it, it hurt. Damn, it hurt a lot. He broke no skin, and didn't even break the small capillaries under her skin to cause additional black-and-blue marks, but it hurt, nevertheless, especially since he was hitting her in the face. The impact caused her head to snap from side to side, and the inside of her mouth cut against her teeth, making her taste blood.
Sam took the bladder-bat back to the wall, then took down an enema bag. He stepped out of the room for a moment, and Livia heard water running. When he returned, the mouth of the bag was wet, and the bag was bloated.
"Now," Sam told her, "you're gonna start learning to control your body, no matter what happens. You let this water go, and I'll turn the rack horizontal, and let those spikes do a job on you."
He tilted the bed of nails so that her head was forward, and she realized that although she felt nails against her back, there were no nails digging into her buttocks. Now she knew why. The space behind her buttocks was just a big hole, with spikes still against her lower thighs and calves.
The nozzle was not lubricated in any way, yet Sam, now behind her, cruelly forced it into her narrow anus. The helpless woman cried out as she felt the plastic bone spreading her rectal walls apart. She stiffened as she felt freezing water suddenly being emptied little by little into her large intestine. It flooded through her, into her small intestine, as well, slowly but surely bloating her. Her belly began doing flip-flops as she felt the discomfort, and when he yanked the bone out, she was fearful she was going to let the icy water out all over the floor. But before she had a chance to do so, Sam was ramming a rubber plug into her anus all but hammering it in to make certain it would stay, and she felt agony as her belly seemingly continued to swell. Her belly grumbled as the frigid water burbled around in her interior, and her cunt ached, longing to be fucked. Sucking Sam's cock had aroused her intolerably, and she was dying for an orgasm. The bed of nails to which she was clamped was tilted backward a little, and as a result, she felt the pressure of the hard-rubber nails cutting into her flesh. This heightened her misery that much more, yet underneath it all was the enthralling feeling Sam had promised. For some reason, ridiculous as it sounded, Livia was almost enjoying this pain.
She felt a strong sense of inadequacy, certain if the man was telling the truth about her bosses wanting to torture her, she would not be up to this for any length of time. She was sweating heavily, the perspiration making her body slick, her aching belly felt cramped beyond belief because of the cold water, and each time a cramp shot through her, the helpless woman stiffened. Perspiration dripped into her eyes, stinging her, and as time passed, she realized Sam was in no hurry. Minutes seemed like hours, as though the man had excused himself in the beginning, it was obvious he was enjoying himself.
Sam took the bladder-bat from the wall again, and this time he proceeded to bit her stomach with it, making her cry out in agony.
"Shut up!" he snapped. "Each time you yell, that'll be two added swats you'll get in addition to the initial ten."
Livia clenched her teeth and forced herself to remain silent and endure the remaining wallops, though the pressure on her body was almost totally unendurable. Finally Sam stopped, hung the bladder-bat back on the wall, then abruptly turned and walked out of the room.
She lay there, against the hard-rubber spikes for a long, long time, groaning, V swollen, in pain. When Sam finally did V return, she asked how long she had been there, and he replied by smacking her face. Once again he grabbed the bladder-bat and approached, and Livia's eyes widened V in horror. The pain was too much.
"Gggghhhuuunggghhh!" she gasped, as he brought it down on her swollen belly very hard, this time. Her belly rumbled, and her sphincter muscles strained to control themselves because of V the enormous pressure.
Over and over the dark man repeatedly walloped her swollen belly until the outer flesh was a brilliant carmine. The power with which he beat her made her feel as if her innards would burst at any moment, the stinging pressure unbearable. Shooting waves of pain coursed uncontrollably through her quaking body, piercing her flesh and her brain until thought became utterly impossible. Sensation was all that remained, and oddly enough, it was pleasurable.
It was at this point Livia found her longed-for rapture. She sighed as the lips of her taut vagina swelled, and though her legs had been spreadeagled on the spiked bed, she felt a down rush of orgasm overwhelm her, though she would never be able to understand just why she was capable of coming this way.
The soft, mucous-lined walls of her tantalizing vagina closed in on themselves. Pleasurable impact reverberated through her shuddering body again and again.
The helpless woman shut her eyes and gave herself up to the sheer, sensual ecstatic thrills of being beaten and tortured. For some reason, the cramps in her swollen belly added to this strange carnal ecstasy - a rapture beyond any rational restraint.
"That's enough for today," Sam told her, and he unfettered her, allowing her to hurry to the nearby bathroom, where she pulled the rubber plug from her anus, and the relief of clearing her colon in the bathroom bowl enhanced her orgasm that much more. Her body jerked convulsively until she was totally empty.
Chapter Five
It was Monday morning, and Livia was not yet dressed. By now she was convinced Sam had been telling her the truth. God! He had fucked her for two hours straight after torturing her, though he hadn't come a second time during that encounter. Later, he explained how he was able to keep his penis from shrinking, and she thanked him for telling her, at least convinced he wasn't erect through some pressuring fault of hers.
"Come on," Sam told her, getting out of bed. "It's time we dress and move you on to the big bosses. You're going to be quite an asset to them, you know."
"I suppose then, what we had here this past twenty-four hours doesn't amount to very much as far as you're concerned," she said to him.
"Don't get sentimental," Sam told her. "In the business world there's no room for sentiment. Be smart. Do yourself a big favor and block out emotions. Fuck for whomever you're told to fuck, and take the big bonuses they're offering. Keep your eyes and ears open, and your mouth shut, and one day, when both big bosses are gone, if you wanna go in business for yourself, lemmee know, and I'll be glad to hire out to you. I can't afford to fall in love. I enjoy spending lots of money, and this is the only way I can earn it."
"Thanks for setting me straight," Livia shrugged. "I won't make the mistake of trying to be sentimental again. Believe me, Sam, you're worth every penny of what they're paying you."
"I know," he nodded. "Now come on, let's get a move on. First we see Mr. Addison, the big boss. He'll only be the big boss a while longer, which is why you're seeing him first. If you can make him a quarter as happy as you've made me, he'll pass you on to Mr. Wentworth when Wentwortb steps into his shoes. By the way, you being a success might very well mean Mr. Cameron will be moving into Mr. Wentworth's place. In that case, you'll probably be doing some heavy-duty screwing for him, as well."
"Those are the breaks," Livia shrugged.
"Be smart," Sam told her. "Addison is an old man. He can't get it up that much anymore. If you can get it up for him in any way, shape, form or manner, he'll see to it that you're rewarded with more than money. The last girl I told you about, Caroline Conners, she was a rarity, too. She was able to make the old man's cock stand on command. She was the only one able to do it. No one else before had such total mastery over him. He wants another woman like that. This is why you're being tested. As it is, he's already tried out more than a dozen and they've all failed."
"Well if they've failed, what chance do I have?" Livia asked.
"A big chance," Sam told her. "'cause I'm going to tell you something I never told the others. You see, they all came on real sexy, flaunting their bodies, trying to make the man get it up just by looking at how sexy they were and how they love pain. Sexy women don't turn old-man Addison on. Neither do masochists. He's the kind of guy who likes to think he's training a broad. Oh he knows any chick we send to him has been thoroughly screened, but the important thing is to make him think me and the boys don't really know our business. You see, there's one thing we didn't do for you, and I didn't do it on purpose. Old-man-Addison is gonna want to do it, himself. You just act like some kind of innocent chick who doesn't know from anything, and let the man think he's doing the torturing and teaching. Little by little respond the way I taught you, and after a while hell think your greatness is due solely to his way of teaching. Be smart, honey, and your fortune will be made."
"Why not!" Livia shrugged. She had come this far. Why not!
Chapter Six
It was late afternoon when she was shown into the Addison household, and she was invited to dinner with the man. Warner Addison was a very thin man, almost frail in appearance, but his eyes burned with lust, despite the fact that he was on the high side of sixty-five. He had thinning, white hair, a thin mustache, a gravelly voice, and a chicken neck. He smoked cigars incessantly, and when she first saw him, he had on a red silk dressing gown, beneath which his black trouser pants showed clearly.
Sam had brought her to the Addison home, and one of the Addison maids had brought her upstairs to a fancy room that was larger than her entire apartment. She had been given specific orders to take a bath, and noticed a brand of bubble bath near the tub. She also noticed the huge, pink bathroom had a bidet in it, and on the bidet still was a box containing a special douche. She assumed she had to use it, and did so, realizing it had an anise smell to it.
After taking the bath and using the douche, she had gone downstairs to the huge dining room, and there had met Warner Addison. He looked at her for a long moment, noticing she was wearing a simple, opaque blue-and-green robe, wrapped tightly enough around her to hide anything without trying to outline her body. Livia noticed an unconscious nod, as if she had passed some kind of initial test.
At dinner, he broached certain bookkeeping subjects, and was pleased to discover she knew all at the business.
"Good!" he said. "I don't like china-doll type women who think all they have to do is something physical, after which they simply have to stand around and look decorative. A women is no different than a man in certain respects. She should use the brains God gave her. Now tell me, do you know why you were brought here?"
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"I have a fair idea," she nodded.
"Good. Now come upstairs with me."
The old man's bedroom was one of those huge bedchambers with mirrors everywhere, including the ceiling.
"It's obvious you still have a lot to learn," the old man told her as they stood near his bed. "We might as well begin right now. Take off your robe."
Livia had expected this, and yet she hadn't. Though he was a tough old bird when it came to talking business, the man was obviously not the lecher she had been led to believe.
Taking off her robe, she let it all to the floor, and remembering her instruction from Sam not to flaunt her body, she cringed a little. Her arms were close around her.
Livia felt the old man running his hand along the length of her rounded leg. Her skin was soft and tender to his touch, and she heard him moan simply from the enjoyment of touching it. He used the hell of her hand to pry her thighs apart, and Livia felt his old, shuddering breath all over her as his fingers finally came into contact with the dampness of her pussylips.
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"Good," he murmured, "good! Your youth, added to your relative inexperience is doing wonders for me. I can already feel myself getting hard. It's not something I can do all the time at my age."
Livia found herself shivering as he reached into the hot depths of her honeyed love tunnel. First he used his pinky, thinking of her as being virginally tight, and she clamped down with her muscles to further that impression. He pushed between her tight, labial folds, and had he not been so gentle about it, she would have felt some pain. But he rubbed slowly, unlike the six different men who had lustily used and re-used her again and again. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter between her thighs. This made the man smile his wizened smile, and then he began lightly rubbing his thumb against the fleshy outer folds of her labia, touching her extremely sensitive clitoris between them. She gasped as he rubbed it, arousal charging through her like the light brigade itself.
As she stared, he used his two forefingers to part the sticky lips of her vagina, and then did what Forrest Cameron had promised to do, but hadn't done that night she had sucked him. The old man put his mouth against her vagina and inserted his tongue into the pink shell-like orifice. He licked lightly at first, and to Livia it was as if he was using a light, moist camel's hair brush between her vaginal lips. In spite of all the orgasms she had achieved, she had never felt arousal such as this, before. She would never have believed anything in the world felt so good.
Shuddering with sensational ecstasies the like of which no man had ever induced in her before, unable to believe such greater thrills existed in the depths of her womanly body, Livia strained to keep her body still as the man continued lapping away hungrily at her vagina.
His hands slid beneath the firm roundnesses of her globelike buttocks, cupping them in his palms as his mouth returned to draining the sweet liquid from her oozing pleat. He sucked. noisily and loudly, and the sounds of his sucking filled her ears and thrilled her beyond belief. She thrilled to the maddening lunges and plunges of his tongue as it sank repeatedly into her, making her entire body quiver with uncontrolled delight.
Her head slammed back on pillow beneath as the old man's hungering mouth sank into her steaming center again. His tongue began roaming through her tantalizingly frothing tunnel, tasting her sweetness and savoring it, making the woman hum with excitement as she hurled her fulcrum into the man's face. The sheer, wanton exuberance of what she was feeling had her totally trapped for the moment.
Her slender hands reached down and felt the smoothness of his sparsely head, and she had to strain to keep herself from digging her fingernails into his scalp. Nevertheless, she was unable to keep from pressing her fingertips against his head, and as a result forced his face deeper and deeper into their simmering alcove.
Then his swiping tongue was puffing itself out of her oozing little hole, running its way up against her clitoris, massaging it repeatedly so that she felt wildly out of control.
"Oh my God! My God! My God!" Livia gasped, calling out as her head whipped from side to side.
She was unable to control herself. What was more, the sound of her voice incited the old man to lance his tongue into her all the more lustingly, intensifying the thrills in her.
Livia was aware of the spearing tongue washing around and around, moving in, then sliding out and pressing itself against her vellicating clitoris, making it quiver like a tuning fork. Her hips were humping up and down in an insane motion, and she was afraid he might get angry because she was unable to keep her lower half still. Nevertheless she was unable to help herself. The way his laying lingual extension slithered through her vaginal trough sent maddening chills racing wildly through her quaking body.
His strong wizened hands were digging into the roundnesses of her buttocks all the more firmly, and once again she was aware of one of his fingers beginning to probe into her. This time it was moving up and down between the mounds of her buttocks, stopping only to press against the ultra-sensitive crinkle of her asshole. Now she understood why Sam and his men had paid special attention to her rectal opening. Had she not been used to something like this, she might well have demurred and resisted his attempts to touch her there. When he pressed the bail of his pinky against the narrow opening of her anus, Livia lifted her body while shivering, and she crammed her puddled vaginal flesh into the man's face with all her strength. Then his tongue reached out and began licking through her womanly trench, slurping out the newly manufactured fluid from within, after which it would return to her clitoral button and press against it, making her entire interior feel as if bells were ringing within.
He had told her he intended making her come this way, and she wondered if it was humanly possible. She certainly hoped so, since she had discovered all the other sensitive nerve-endings in her body. She was able to come with a cock in her throat, as well as with a cock in her ass and in her cunt. Well if a man was able to come because of her mouth, there was no reason to assume that a woman was incapable of attaining orgasm with a man's mouth working on her. God! She really wanted to come! She wanted it badly. She had to come this way, or she would shortly go plumb out of her skull.
Don't stop, don't stop! she thought, her head still whipping from side to side as she pressed her hands all the more firmly against the man's head while humping her squishy vagina into his anxious face. Each time his lathered tongue moved through her steaming center, she quaked a bit more violently, slowly losing what little control she had left.
His tongue turned her steaming cunt into a seething swamp of salacious delight as his mouth kept on sucking. Even as his oral organ continued delving into the creaming depths of her tight box, her muscles began working overtime, tightening themselves around the oral digit, trying to pull it that much deeper into her.
Livia's anxious mind was whirling swiftly now, the pace so dizzying she wondered if she would be able to remain conscious. All this seemed to be so totally overwhelming. A multitude of physical thrills were invading her body as inner nerves were repeatedly touched by the man's constantly lapping tongue. Somewhere, somehow, there had to be some kind of conclusion that would make her reach wilder heights than she had ever previously dreamed possible.
Addison's licking tongue continued hungrily working through her creamingly aching vagina, moving with ever- increasing rapidity as the man sensed she was nearing her initial orgasm. For him it was a especially great thrill to know he had this new, barely broken-in woman who was about to hit the top of the rainbow because of the way he was working on her. He felt his own pulsating penis, long and hard as it hadn't been for some time now. It had taken so long to find a replacement for his former secretary. All the other women who had been brought here had been totally unsatisfactory, and not one of them had been able to cause him to get hard-not even when they sucked his cock. He had gone through weeks of frustration.
Now this one had such a sweet, tantalizing pussy. He was always able to detect inner scents. There were some women who, no matter how much they douched or washed themselves, had the smell of dead fish coming from their cunts. Others, the so called normal ones, with a little washing, were able to keep the stink from invading them. But then there were the real rarities-like Livia-who even if they didn't wash between their thighs, had a naturally delightful essence coming from within them that was so tantalizing, it made a man try and dive right back into the womb all over again. Nothing bland or tasteless about this one.
His lancing tongue stabbed itself into her clitoris again and again, then lashed out violently against her quivering clitoris, applying violent force, making her hot cunt slam into his visage with overpowering and uncontrolled vigor.
"Hhhhaaaggghnhhuuunngghh!" she bellowed as her fingers tightened their hold on what few wisps of hair he did have left.
The orgasm totally inundated her as her thighs clamped around his face and blasts of hot vaginal oil splashed into his countenance. He lapped and slurped until he had sucked her dry, and Livia realized it was the single most heavenly climax she had ever enjoyed.
"Now," the old man said to her, "you've gotten off, and it's my turn. Remember, you promised to do anything and everything I want."
"Yes," Livia nodded, aware of what was coming.
He took some rawhide throngs from a drawer, and spreadeagling her on the bed, he tied her wrists to the headboard, while securing her ankles to the foot of the bed. Then maliciously, or so it seemed, crammed a gag into her mouth.
Livia watched, anticipating, aware she was about to endure pain, whimpering at the thought as the old man undressed. In spite of all warnings she saw his phallus was one immense pole-not just for an old man, but for any man. Her vagina began creaming all over again.
He was old, his skin wrinkled, his limbs almost gnarled, yet the sight of him aroused Livia. He was going to rape her now, of this she was aware, and he would hurt her. She hoped he wouldn't permanently mutilate her. Anything else was bearable.
He took his time undressing. She waited for him to leap on top of her, but he didn't. He merely stood and looked at her.
Livia felt her nipples swelling at the pressure of his eyes. His stare frightened her a little, and she began struggling with her bonds, but he had tied her expertly, and she wasn't able to move. Apparently he was at an age where something other than "normal" stimulus was needed to make him come.
Livia writhed and squirmed, unable to control her fright, for even though she had accepted that she would take pain, her body had not wholly accepted it, and she was afraid all over again. The man stood at the side of the bed for what felt like an inordinately long time, his eyes raking her body with his old, licentious stare, and Livia found it to be as agonizing as actual torture. He slavered, and she realized it wasn't the taste of her or the feel of her that aroused him as much as the though of what he intended doing to her. She felt more naked and vulnerable than ever.
When she felt she was unable to bear the old man's salacious stare any longer, he bent down slowly and picked up his trousers. Livia shuddered with expected horror as she watched him slide his belt from the loops of his pants. He swung it around the room a few times, experimentally, and she heard the leather crack. The snapping sound touched off something inside her, and she screamed. But the gag had her effectively muzzled, and though Addison heard her, he knew the sound wouldn't carry beyond the bedroom. He smiled, wickedly.
"Yes," he murmured in a sibilant voice, "you must learn, dear girl, you must definitely learn."
Abruptly, the belt flashed through the air and came down on her belly, leaving a pink welt which cruelly stung her. Her body jerked insanely, and her fully ripe breasts, with their fruitlike nipples bounced lasciviously with each of her spasmodic motions. She tried writhing from side to side in the vain hope of avoiding the lash. The old man continued whipping her belly, then her breasts, very methodically, turning her flesh all over a bright-red. He lay the belt on her again and again, and as time passed, a slow, heated sensation began oozing through Livia. The more the leather kissed her flesh, the more aroused she became.
Pain continued building within her and tears flooded down her burning cheeks. But her sobs remained muffled, and her mouth was dry because the gag inside. God! This was agonizing, and yet it was also unbelievably ecstatic.
He lashed again, and her body jerked, quivering With new-found lust, yet continuing to feel pleasure-pain beyond belief. Bizarre torment added to uncontrollable desire as intensified feeling continued shooting madly through her. Each blow of the falling belt hurt more than the previous one, and yet the intense enjoyment continued building that much higher inside her, until her vagina was filled with a frothy mixture of her juices.
Livia was unable to believe how readily her body responded to pain, but it was obvious old man Addison was fully aware of her inner sensibilities, and more pleased than ever. He had found her cunt tasty, and now he was enjoying the whipping of her. He was obviously content that she was at the peak of her enjoyment at this moment, and his own cock stood ramrod- erect. He intended quenching the flame of desire filling both of them, but not before he had treated her to a bit more agony, in order to make her enjoy it all that much more.
Abruptly, he crammed his middle finger of his right hand into the teeming terebration of her bubbling feminine basilica. He felt her trying hard to scrunch her vaginal muscles tightly together, though he didn't know if she was trying to stop his finger or merely enjoy it. Nevertheless, he forced the finger into her, then grinned licentiously at her as he yanked it out, showing her it was covered with a thick, jellylike oily substance. He enjoyed watching her face flush a lovely shade of crimson as he smeared her cunt oils on her cheeks. Then he proceeded to take a small straight pin from the dresser and stick it into her buttocks in a hundred different places, making her bounce insanely. The pricking of the pinpoint was driving her up the wall. Her head whipped from side to side as her body bounced uncontrollably. She was insane with thrilled pain.
Finally he put the pin down on the dresser, and walking back to her, hurled his somewhat frail form on top of her. With no further ceremony, he crammed his throbbing cock into the lathering center of her. The lovely female quivered as she felt a pre-orgasmic ripple charge through her anxious body, a ripple of rapture. She clamped her eyes tightly shut, confused to some extent because she realized she was unable to control her responses, much less the man who was eliciting the responses from her. Not that she had ever been the one in control but Livia sensed that at the moment of copulation, control usually passed from the man to the woman, if only for a short while, especially if the woman knew what she was doing. In a sense, she felt humiliated at being totally controlled even now.
The old man still had more than a little weight, which was somewhat astonishing, considering how frail he appeared. As a result, he pressed her rounded form deeper into the mattress, feeling his gray-haired chest press her bulbous breasts flatly against her.
The pressure of his weight on her breasts caused them to throb that much more intently, and she became aware of her nipples elongating that much more because of the greater arousal. Desire filled her as never before, and she responded to it as never before.
Bracing himself with his forearms digging into the mattress on either side of her, the old man started moving back and forth within her, yanking his fleshy pole out right to the tip, then cramming it back in all over gain. He was in heaven.
Livia grunted behind her gag, feeling the violent impact of his hairy loins against her swelling cutlips. The pink petals of her inner labia flowered outward, swelling with the boiling blood which had awakened in her veins, coursing through her all the more vehemently.
Each inward lunge of Addison's throbbing cock jarred her body. Her flattened breasts jiggled against his chest.
He fucked her violently, raping her, in no way pretending to be romantic about it. This was sex, pure and simple, and though he had regard for her pleasure, it was simply to assure her being ready to give him that much more enjoyment. As a result, the blood boiled in her body as the juices seethed in her cunt, while her walls tingled.
The old man's flesh wrinkled even more as he pounded into her driving the full length of his cock to the deepest part of her cunt. She panted through her nostrils, the breath all steamy.
She surrendered herself totally to the man's hard cock, and as a result felt the orgasm welling up inside her. She quaked and quivered, then came instantly, shouting through the gag.
His thwacking balls hammered noisily against her wet cuntlips as she felt his prick swelling inside her, and then he began unleashing the great gouts of seed, letting the white pour into her. He fired repeatedly, and there seemed to be more juices in him than in the younger men she had known. But finally it came to an end.
Rising, he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off, then came back and washed out her cunt before untying her.
"You're learning," he cackled as she took the gag out of her mouth. "You'll need more practice sessions, but you're learning. Those others, Wentworth and Cameron, they don't know how much fun sex can be. Mebbee one day, after I've taught you, you'll teach them."
The old man was patient with her, more patient than a man of his years should have been. Livia noticed that patience was something young people ought to have had, but didn't, and something old people shouldn't have had, but did. When he finally did fuck her again, she had another orgasm, and she found it equal in power to the other one as well as the one he had induced with his mouth. She soon came to realize that good as the man was, much of her reactions were due solely to the fact that her own internal self was learning to appreciate orgasms that much more readily. What was more, Addison realized it too, and discovered he had a real gem in this particular woman.
"You know," he told her, "if I weren't such an old fart, I'd marry you. I was married five times, and divorced five times. Not one of my wives worked out because not one of them had the sexuality you have. But if I did marry you, even when l retired, it would make Wentworth senior partner, but you would become the junior partner, you know. Hell girl! I don't have too much longer on this earth. Hardening of the arteries and all that crap. How would you like to become a partner in the company and keep it Addison and Wentworth?"
"I don't understand," Livia said.
"I'm proposing," the old man cackled. "I want you t'marry me. Not that it'll restrict what activities Wentworth and I have in mind for you, but at least you'll really be a full recipient instead of being one of the paid help. Wouldja like that?"
"But why marry me?" she asked. "You can have me any way you want."
"Well the way I want is to marry you," he snorted. "Wentworth will love the idea. He's been trying to screw me ever since we went into partnership, and if you marry me, and he seduces you, which is what I want to happen, then he'll think he's putting something over on me, at last. Only you and I will know differently, won't we honey."
"Are you sure this is what you want, Mr. Addison?"
"Yes, damn it! I'm sure. Well ... will you?"
"Well, yes, sure," she nodded.
"Good. Then from now on you call me Warner. That's my name."
"Yes sir ... uhhh ... Warner."
"Oh we're really gonna have us a ball, Livia. I know I only have me a little time left, but I'm gonna enjoy all of it. With that lovely face and body of yours, you're gonna get me some new accounts, honey. Yep! We're gonna expand the company. There're men who'll be suave, so you string 'em along and make 'em work to seduce you. This way they'll think they've really accomplished something. Then there're the tough guys, the guys who like kicking their women around a little. They won't get too tough with you because they won't want any marks showing on you. In fact, Wentworth is one of those macho men who thinks it necessary to beat up on a woman. If you were just my secretary, he would be content to simply fuck you in the regular way. But with you as my wife, he'll really go to town on you. After all, he's never been able to put something over on me, and he'll think that by putting goat's horns on me, he'll be succeeding. What he won't know is, while he's screwing you, I'll be going over the books, and making sure he isn't screwing me. I'll make copies of the books and I'll show you what little things to look for, so when I'm gone, you'll also be able to go over the books and make sure you're getting your fair share. Even though he'll be the senior partner, his share is still only fifty percent. You get the other fifty percent. What's more, all those punks, like that Forrest Cameron, who think they're ready to move up, will have to cowtow to you, honey, because Wentworth will be retiring in the next five years. Then you'll become senior partner."
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Chapter Seven
The marriage took the entire firm by surprise. Forrest Cameron was surprised more than anyone, because he had been expecting to move into Wentworth's spot when Wentworth became chairman of the board. Now Addison had married, and what was more he had married Livia, who knew all about bookkeeping, so-even though Wentworth would shortly be moving up to the top spot, it was rumored that Livia would be made president of the company. This really put a hole in Cameron's plans.
Roger Wentworth was another person taken totally aback. He knew the agreements signed by Addison and himself would put him in as a chairman of the board when Addison retired shortly, but he didn't know if he liked the idea of some young cunt moving into second spot in the company simply because she had snared Addison into marriage.
There was a brief honeymoon, and afterward, when the Addison's returned, Roger Wentworth went and paid his respects to the newlyweds. He spent some time along with Warner Addison and was relieved to discover that Livia had been placed where she was in order to enhance the security of the company. She would take the place of Addison's former secretary, though the former secretary, as everyone ha known, had never performed any secretarial duties. She had fostered the illusion of being a secretary to outsiders, but her real job was to convince men to seduce what looked like a straitlaced woman whom no one was supposedly able to get to first base with. Each man who did seduce said secretary was thus filled with a sense of self-importance, and as a result began doing business with the firm in the hopes of getting more of the secretary. Now it created an even stronger impression on prospective clients-to be able to seduce a partner in the firm rather than a secretary. Addison had no trouble convincing Wentworth of the idea. After all, Addison assured his partner that he, Addison, as an old man, rarely, if ever, was able to make use of Livia. She, in turn, was a young woman, with a young woman's healthy needs. Granted, she was particular, and when not working for the firm would not allow just anyone to crawl into her. She was, after all, Warner Addison's wife.
This last was all Roger Wentworth needed to hear. As Addison had expected, Wentworth was a lothario, and sincerely believed himself irresistible to women even at his present age, which was sixty-one. Addison was certain the man would make a play for Livia, and intended giving him full opportunity. naturally, he would watch the whole thing from his bedroom. Every room in the place had a hidden TV camera in it, and the closed-circuit video was all plugged into the projection screen set in Addison's bedroom. Had he wished, he would have been able to record everything on videotape, but for the moment he didn't wish to bother. There was no reason, as yet, to try and hold anything over Roger Wentworth's head. To date, Wentworth had been too clever to try and really cheat Addison, though in the future Addison would be scrutinizing the books more carefully. Nevertheless, the time had come to make Wentworth believe himself a big man with the ladies.
As it was, Roger Wentworth, on meeting Livia, had immediately been taken with her good looks. He had also felt the initial impression everyone was supposed to feel, that she was a "decent, quiet, discerning housewife who would never consider cheating." But he would make her cheat on Addison. After all, what went on between Livia and himself had nothing to do with business, ergo his convincing her to sleep with him would obviously be a coup. But Wentworth was even smarter than Addison gave him credit for, and after Addison has supposedly retired for the evening, Wentworth, instead of making a pass at Livia in the house, offered to take her for a drive. Livia accepted.
It was warm considering it was the end of March. In fact it was so warm, the light jackets they were wearing seemed unnecessary. He had parked the car on the rim of a hill that overlooked the village where she now lived with Warner Addison. Then they had gotten out of the car and had stood at the support railing, looking down at the village's lights.
"It's beautiful," Livia told him, feeling all kinds of tingles inside her. She was fully aware of what Roger Wentworth intended, and she had a small brooch on her dress with a tiny microphone so that her husband was at lest able to listen in on everything being said.
"Well," he said, standing beside her, "I thought it was too lovely a place simply to bypass. Besides, a little fresh air should clear both our heads. Being in that stuffy mansion can make anyone dizzy."
"Where is Mrs. Wentworth?" Livia asked.
"My wife vacations in Florida six months out of the year," he told her. "Unlike Warner, I'm not lucky enough to have a wife interested in the business. I make the money, and she spends it."
It seemed only natural for the man to put an arm around her waist and hold her close, even if there wasn't a chill in the air. She knew he was working up to a seduction, and she would let it happen, though not too easily. He had to think it was partly a rape. After all, she mustn't let him think she was some kind of tramp, or that he was being set up.
She flinched a little as the man's hand suddenly boldly moved higher and cupped the fullness of her right breast.
"No!" she murmured in a soft voice.
"This isn't right!"
But she made no move to take his hand away as strong fingers closed on the fleshy globe, a globe that all but bounced because of her rapid breathing. She felt her taut nipple pulsating as the invading fingers first brushed against it. Then his palm began pressing against it, massaging it ever so lightly. Livia felt fire sear through her vagina as the man continued massaging the resilient flesh with increasing strength.
"Unnnnnnhhhh ... Roger ... " she gasped, her voice sounding husky in her throat, a throat so tight it sounded as if a vise had clamped around it.
She thought fleetingly that this was, after all, what she was supposed to be doing. She might just as well see how effective she was with Roger Wentworth. If she succeeded with him, then she would succeed with just about anyone.
Then all thoughts of what she was supposed to be doing faded from her mind. The only room in her brain at the moment was for the sensation afforded her by the urgency of the strong masculine hand continually kneading her breast, manipulating her into a white-hot fevered rage of wanton desire. Her husband had, oddly enough, adequately kept her content during the honeymoon, but the virility of this slightly younger man had her aroused. She took a step backward and found herself leaning heavily against the supporting arm.
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Suddenly Roger took hold of her arm and turned to face him. He pressed against her well-rounded body, and she immediately became aware of the rocklike bulge in his trousers as it twitched involuntarily against the softness of her belly. The dampness between Livia's thighs renewed itself as she longingly envisioned the hardness of his cock boring its way into her vagina. She wondered why she felt such urges. True, she was supposed to permit herself to be seduced, by why did she feel the need to inwardly cheat on her husband as well as physically doing so? God! It all felt so good, so very good. She made no attempt to escape Roger's lips as they pressed firmly against her own.
The kiss left Livia breathless. It was an eager kiss, and expert kiss, a demanding kiss. Her mouth automatically opened with nor urging on his part, willing to accept the tongue he probed into her mouth. Her own tongue responded, licking his. She was suddenly so far gone in sexual arousal, needing very little now to really set her off, that she was totally unaware of the continuing moans of pleasure escaping from her lips. Roger held her immobile for a moment, his strength considerably greater than that of her husband, and when he let go, she almost stumbled and fell.
Livia was unable to stand the fact that the strong, supporting arms of the gray-haired man were gone. He had a craggy face, with deep brown eyes and a firm straight nose, and she knew this man had enjoyed more than his share of women in a lifetime, and obviously knew how to make them enjoy life, as well.
"We're going to make excellent partners, you and I, Livia," Roger said to her. "I think we'll get along excellently."
Livia looked into his eyes and whispered, "Do it to me, Roger. We're alone! Do it to me!"
The problem was, she meant it. She wanted him to fuck her. It wasn't just an act on her part, though her husband would always believe otherwise as he listened to all that was happening.
The sound of her own words lingered in her ears. She was behaving almost wantonly, shamelessly, as if making the man believe his magnetism was such, she was unable to resist him. The truth was, she felt desire but it wasn't merely brought on by the man's presence. What she felt was the inner urgings of her own body for with the passage of time her need for sex had increased by leaps and bounds. Her husband's attentions had barely kept her under control All she knew was, she needed more than the usual ungentle loving her husband was capable of giving her. That he had been able to continue making love to her was a tribute to her own femininity. But the fact was, she needed an awesome, overpowering man, and right now Roger Wentworth was that man. She wanted him-had to have him. If he believed he was the cause of her desires, all the better. There was a burning flame in her crotch that only a sturdy masculine organ would be able to extinguish.
Roger led her back to the car because a chill had suddenly sprang up. The two stood beside the vehicle and he kissed her tantalizing lips again. His hands slid down her back and gripped her roundly pliant rear globes, feeling the tautness in them as he squeezed, compressed, then drew In and released, pinching and pressing together the tantalizing fleshy mounds until Livia thought she would simply pass out from the sheer pleasure of the man's touch.
Roger opened the car door, and reached inside, he pressed a catch behind the front seat that caused the seatback to fall back so that it was level with the back seat, thus forming a bed. He turned and led Livia into the car. She immediately rolled onto her back, then lay back, still fully dressed, her rounded thighs slightly parted. She knew what was going to happen, and she was aching for it to happen. At the moment she was more than merely a captive of the company. She was trapped by her own inner emotions. Her brain was a whirling carousel of lust. She had never known the meaning of true love, and in a sense she was lucky. She might have fallen in love with Forrest Cameron had he permitted it, but his ambitions had been so great, he had shunted her aside, passing her to the men who, in turn, had broken her in so that she was now the wife of the outgoing chairman of the board, and the mistress of the incoming chairman, while she, herself was about to become president of the bookkeeping corporation. As a result, she felt no sense of loyalty. She felt no love. All she did feel was an all-powerful, enveloping sexual desire, and since it was obvious the man had similar feelings, she would use him to gratify her needs. What was more, in the future, she would use all men who supposedly seduced her to gratify her inner desires.
Despite the mounting lusts continuing-to swell inside her, she felt a tremor of fear, because while she had been used, and violently, by quite a few men, this was the first, since her marriage, that she was sleeping with a man who was someone other than her husband. In a way, she felt virginal all over again. This would be her first cheat, even though her husband was listening in and hearing everything.
She almost cried as Roger leaned down on her aching body, their arms, legs, torsos, and fulcrums coming together in a seemingly unplanned slow-motion embrace that appeared to engulf all her sensibilities. Desire continued mounting in her.
Roger's leg was pressing between her tantalizingly parted thighs, and she spread them even further apart. He kissed her throat passionately, his tickingly moist tongue immediately pursuing a course beneath her throat, then down the deep valley between her heaving breasts. The low-cut dress she was wearing displayed all her obvious charms, and the sighing woman gasped at the feeling.
Her husband had done a good job on her. Old man though he was, he seemingly knew all her erogenous zones, and one by one had touched them, awakening them, making her aware of the many different places of arousal all over her, and now she felt needs and desires the like of which totally inundated her.
He unbuttoned her dress and slowly pulled it down her shoulders, lowering it until her large breasts, still inside their containing brassiere, bulked large in the faint moonlight coming in through the car window. Her quiveringly erect brown nipples danced in the air reveling in their freedom the instant he unsnapped her brassiere and peeled it from her shoulders, tossing it on the floor of the car. They were free to be kissed and touched; free to be teased.
"Uuuuuunnhhh ... Goddddd!" the helpless Livia whimpered, spreading her plump thighs even farther apart as the mouth of Roger Wentworth moved rapidly from nipple to nipple, titillating each one unmercifully. She dug her elbows in the supporting seat and hoisted her fulcrum a little in order to more strongly feel the throbbing muscles in the man's groin as his penis probed and stabbed against the wetness between her own legs.
Roger took her right hand and forced her to reach down and touch the long bulge in his trousers. Livia didn't need further urging. He resounded to the silent directive by stroking with her palm along the length of the pulsing organ, aware that she had become used to her husband's cock which was by no means small, yet by no means as huge as this monster. She rubbed gently at first, then a little harder, and she felt the man's continuing excitement steadily mounting. He tapped her shoulder, and she raised her legs obediently as he quickly stripped the rest of her dress from her totally and completely, dropping it somewhere off to the side for the moment.
Roger paused long enough to look down at the tantalizing female from beneath him. Yes, she was quite a woman, all right. Basically the picture of morality itself, not one of those glamour women, but a wholesome beautiful type, there was more to her than to most of those shallow females how made their living simply flicking. There was no blemish at all on her body, and she had sensuous curves that more than tantalized any man looking at them. He even saw the faint fuzz of pubic hair on her pelvic mound beneath her skimpy white silk bikini panties. He tugged at them impatiently, and the lovely woman once again lifted her hips to assist in their removal.
Livia remained lying on her back, scarcely breathing for the moment, waiting while Roger hurriedly divested himself of all his clothing. She unobtrusively moved her hand around so that the pin on her dress with the small microphone in it was clear of any obstruction, and her husband would be able to listen in on everything that was being said, as well as all the sounds of passion.
She stared as the man managed to filly pull down his boxer shorts and reveal his throbbing length of cock, an immense organ that was larger than any she had previously seen. Even after having felt it, her eyes widened at the sight of it. The organ probed the air proudly as he knelt on the seat beside her. A rippling shiver of uncontrolled anticipation caused the saliva to flow that much more freely in Livia's mouth as she thought of the huge cock's length and breadth plunging into the center of her belly.
Roger rolled over on top of her, lifted himself above her for a moment, his breath coming in quick, hard gasps. Then he slowly sank down, his mouth kissing her throat, ravaging her tantalizing breasts, planting a series of wet, slurpy kisses on her slightly rounded belly. The enormous length of his shuddering phallus pressed firmly against the soft flesh of her outer thigh, its searing heat stating a series of chain reactions in her frenetic molten interior She squirmed beneath him as if trying to hurry his cock into her interior, but Roger was in no hurry now that he knew he had her where he wanted her.
His hands stroked her sides and belly, then moved down to her softly tantalizing pubic mound. Reaching fingers slid lower and then tickled their way through the feathery fleeciness of her fuzzy pubic hair, tickling and teasing until the woman was writhing in total sexual agony. Then a finger darted down and plucked very lightly at the ragged fleshy fissure of her sexuality, and a moment later it slipped inside.
"uuuuuunhhhhannnhhhh!" Livia found herself bleating involuntarily. "Yesss!"
She surged upward with her hips to meet the pressing of the finger, and as a result felt an increase in pressure.
"Christ! You're wetter than water," he gasped, staring at them in surprise. "I saw the damp spot on your panties, but I had no idea how wet you were until just now."
Sodden, but totally unashamed of her wetness, Livia merely groaned out her lust as the finger began massaging her vaginal lips, also rotating inside her womanly chamber with a circulatory motion, manipulating her inside walls with an excruciating deliberateness no man, not even her husband had used on her before. She held her breath as the hand covered her vagina and moved in such a way that two fingers widened the splayed opening of her cunt while the forefinger of his other hand massaged her clitoris. She jerked wildly beneath him as a fiery bomb seemed to go off in her fuming interior, and then the probing finger returned to her lubricated open passage.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" she gasped as pleasurable sensation continued flooding through her shuddering body.
"Like what you're feeling?" he asked her.
"Uuuunnhhh! Yes! Yes!" Livia sighed aloud. "Please ... oh please ... more more ... more ... " and her hands cupped her own full breasts as the man's fingers completely aroused her inner being, continually plunging in and out of her seething feminine swamp.
Roger continued manipulating his probing digits inside her aching cunt, sometimes poking just one in, then adding a second finger and enlarging her a little, enjoying the feel of elasticity as her cunt seemed to snap back each time and cling to one finger. Her cunt felt a tightness inside, because her own husband's cock was not particularly thick, and the two digits, once probing inside her, spread apart, as if stretching her walls that much more. As he continued pumping the fingers in and out of her sucking inner self, she began gushing a torrent of sticky wetness over the fingers and she inwardly enlarged that much more. She was panting from the pleasure only a virile man was capable of bringing her, and much as she had enjoyed what her husband had done for her, it wasn't nearly as good as what Roger was doing for her, now.
"Please ... Roger ... " she gasped, beads of perspiration forming on her head as she quaked and shuddered. "Oh please please ... I can't stand it anymore."
"What do you want me to do?" Roger taunted sadistically.
Yes, he was the sadist her husband had warned her about, though she knew he wouldn't try anything too sadistic as long as Warner was alive. But she would placate him for the moment.
"I want you to fuck me, Roger," she gasped. "I want to feel that big, fat cock of yours slushing its way in and out of my cunt," she told him steadily, in no way ashamed, the words at the same time stimulating her even more.
The sound of her voice excited Roger, too. She had such an innocent face, and she looked so clean and nice, it was a pleasure to hear such words spew from such a sweet mouth. No longer in complete control of himself or the situation for the moment, he was unable to prolong the titillation of Warner Addison's new wife. God! Seeing her this way, he understood why Addison had been so totally taken in by her that he had married her. Had Roger not been married himself, he might well have tried marrying her, himself. He was completely caught up in the uncontrolled desire he felt for her.
"Yes," he nodded. "I'll fuck you! I'll fuck you, right now!"
He said it savagely, as he jammed his big, swollen cock between her widely spread thighs, pushing into the tight, narrow opening of her shuddering vagina. He probed brutally for a moment as the lovely woman bit her lower lip at the soft- lipped entrance-violation taking place.
Then the probing cock of Roger Wentworth speared the doughnut like opening that much more firmly, shoving in for an inch or two as he slowly lowered himself on top of her.
"Huuuuuannnnhhhh!" Livia gasped, as she felt the swollen head of the phallus slip deeper and deeper into her questing pussy.
Her mouth was pursed in half-pained, half-delighted apprehension as she felt it worming its course so deeply inside her ravenous pussy that the hardened flesh seemed to lodge its head just beneath her breasts.
She rocked from side to side as the man thrust his weighty cock even more deeply inside her, causing her to jerk her ass up and down.
"Ooooonnhhhh!" she gasped. "You've uhhhh ... got it all the way in, haven't you!" This last was for her husband's benefit, as she was certain he was listening to everything.
"All the way," he replied, surging forward with his hips, and Livia quivered as another inch of thick masculine gristle penetrated her quivering feminine sheath. But her moans and sighs were those of pure, wanton pleasure. There was no longer any pain involved in having her cunt stretched by a thick, strong cock. She thrust her straining thighs even more widely apart in an effort to fit even more of the man inside her shuddering body.
"Hhhhhhhaaauunngghhhh!" she gasped, her breath very short, making her pant furiously. "Don't stop ... for the love of God ... don't stop ... not now ..."
Roger was surprised at the total abandon this woman was exhibiting. He was also aroused by it, because he believed it was his cock and nothing else that was responsible for her behavior. Here he had been thinking of her as a somewhat uptight bitch who would need some careful training before being turned loose on future customers, and she was surprising him by becoming more of a flicking wildcat than any of the glamour girls he usually had to hire for such occasions. He had to admit, seeing a wholesome woman like this turning into a raging sex-fiend was far more exciting than watching an unfeeling glamour queen attempt to fake a series of orgasms. Even in preliminary movements the woman beneath him was rolling her ass as if it was put together in greased sockets. He hovered over her for a long moment, the thick cock buried right to the balls inside her quivering quim. His scrotum brushed tantalizingly against the globes of her bottom.
"Fuck me!" she gasped out loud. "Fuck me, Roger!"
Her cunt shuddered as he began chugging his prick back and forth inside her, slowly at first, an inch back, an inch forward, two inches back, two inches forward. Then he moved faster, deeper the strokes longer, more arousing and thrilling. In, then back, in, then back. Each forward thrust was a hard drive, and each plunge was a little deeper. Jesus! He wanted this woman to remember this first fuck he was giving her, because he intended fucking her again, and if he made it really good for her, there would be no way on earth she would be able to resist him. The last thing he needed was to have to start convincing her that he was good for her. Now that he had the old prick inside her it would do a far better job of convincing than any words he might use.
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Livia moaned because of the deeper penetration of this man's cock, pressing all the more firmly against her vaginal backwall all the time. She strained her buttocks upward from the seat on which she lay, her cunt hungry for the driving rod that was beginning to increase its thrusting speed with each movement.
Roger was continuing to fractionally lengthen his strokes each time, grinding his rigid phallus into the woman's quivering feminine gash as she kept on moaning and sighing beneath him. He continued mercilessly driving his fleshy spike into her surrounding vaginal well, and all the while Livia was sobbing and panting with uncontrolled sexual frenzy. Her vagina felt ready to explode at any moment. She had to admit this was the single most exciting fuck she had ever enjoyed.
A succession of electric shocks burst through her body as she gripped the shoulders of the gray-haired man in order to clamp him that much more closely to her. If the world had suddenly burst into a million pieces at that moment she would have been unable to concentrate on anything other than the fact that a cock was still moving back and forth in the tantalizing depths of her cunt. Her bouncing asscheeks began twitching spasmodically as the interior muscles of her vaginal lagoon tightly clenched the hard-driving cock and threatened to lock it inside her.
Then she felt the deep-stirring tingle presaging her arriving orgasm, and she desperately fought to keep it from engulfing her too quickly. She did her best to make each moment last as Roger continued his heavy violent pounding into the depths of her belly. He slammed in with such furious strokes she grunted audibly with each impact. Her quivering thighs were now tightly wrapped around his moving body as the giant wave slowly built up inside her.
The first convulsions started almost lazily. It began quaking in the turmoiled depths of her shuddering belly, then moving downward to titillate her cock-filled chasm. Livia's seductively closed eyes were suddenly wide open.
"Aaaahhhaaanggghhh!" she exclaimed at that moment, and the her simmering vaginal cauldron boiled over. "Oooohhhooo ... Rogerrrrr-aaaaayyynnngghhh ... !" Her stomach surged upward as she internally erupted like Vesuvius. "Aaaaiie commmmiiiinnngggg!" Her hands were pounding against Roger's shoulders. "Haaahhuunnnh!" This last sounding almost like a dying gasp as her oils filled her inner passage, lubricating her interior all the more.
Her almost maniacal frenzy totally overpowered Roger, who continued fucking her. Her cunt was squeezing his cock as a cunt had never compressed around it before, and he had to all but stand straight up and down on it as he pounded it into Livia's orifice. Then it was his turn to bellow like a bull, his lips pressed against her neck as his moment over took him and he splashed sperm into her flooded pussy.
"Good! Oh so good!" Livia murmured as he fired into her again and again.
The following week, Warner Addison stepped down as the chairman of the board of the bookkeeping and accounting firm he had headed up all those years. To no one's surprise, Roger Wentworth was elected to succeed him, and by the same token no one was surprised when Livia Addison was elected the next president of the company, leaving all the other aspiring hopefuls remaining precisely where they had been for the past few years. Although her husband was ostensibly retired, Livia knew he would be keeping a careful eye on things -especially during those times when she was fucking for Roger.
Chapter Eight
Livia proved herself an invaluable asset to the firm of Addison and Wentworth. As a result of the way she convinced other men to seduce her, in less than a month she had brought in four new large clients. Her husband, more than satisfied that she was not only good for the business, but was capable and efficient, felt it was time for him to take vacations he had been unable to take in the past, not being able to trust his partner. He knew Livia would keep a careful eye on the man. What was more, Roger Wentworth was aware of that fact that she was watching him, and by now realized there was no chance for him to siphon any company funds off into a private account as he had initially planned on doing when Addison had retired.
In order to compensate him somewhat for the fact that he was unable to rob the firm, Livia occasionally went to bed with the man-but just occasionally, because she wanted to make certain his appetite for her was as sharp as ever.
Livia was on friendly terms with Sam, the so-called main man of the quintet that had worked her over and had taken her virginity the night Forrest Cameron had convinced her to take up "cigar-smoking." On occasion, when her husband was away, and there were no clients to seduce, and she didn't feel like using Roger Wentworth, Livia called Sam to come to the house where she balled up a storm with him.
There was only one person in this entire chain who was totally unhappy, and that was Forrest Cameron. He was still working at the same old job, and though his pay had increased, it wasn't nearly as much as it would have been had he been promoted to the presidency of the firm, as he had expected. As a senior vice president he was making less than half of what he had expected to earn. As far as Forrest was concerned, he should have been president, and it was all Livia's fault.
Livia was visiting the office where she used to work as a bookkeeping secretary. She didn't know why she was visiting the office, except that she felt that her life had been a happy merry-go-round ever since that fateful night she had dated Forrest Cameron, and since it was a merry-go- round, it was only right she return to where she had started.
Her place had been taken by a skinny little blonde, attractive enough, though she had small breasts and almost no hips. Her name was Alisande, which sounded exotic enough, even if the girl herself wasn't.
Livia felt like getting a few digs into Cameron. True, she owed what she had to him, but when he had dragged her into this, he hadn't done so for her benefit, but rather for his own. Now she intended taunting him a little. So she went into the small private office where he had his desk, and she sat herself in his chair, and asked that the latest sets of books be brought to her so she would be able to look them over.
Cameron, himself, brought the books in, shutting the door behind him. He dropped them on the desk, then walked over to the large sofa off to the right, and sat.
"What's the matter, Livia, don't trust me?" he mocked, angrily.
"Should I?" she asked. "The last time I trusted you, I went through the worst rape a woman ever suffered."
"Obviously you didn't learn too much from that lesson," he snapped.
"Just what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, leaping to her feet and walking over to where he was standing.
"It means," he told her, "That what was done once, can be done again, and again. You got the brass ring, Livia, but it doesn't mean that the carousel has stopped. You can go around all over again."
"Suppose you clarify that," she snapped.
"Simple," he retorted. "You owe your success to me. You owe everything you have to me, but I haven't benefited from it, have I. Well I figure the time has come for me to benefit a little," be insisted, undoing the front of his brown tweed jacket.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked.
"Well," he told her, "To be frank, I'm about to quit this firm. I've hunted around, and I got me a good offer from a competitor. But since I started all this with you, I figure I'm going to end it with you, honey. Only this time I'm not going to settle for a simple blowjob."
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"You're out of your mind if you think you can force me to do anything," she snapped at him.
"Watch me!" he told her, and suddenly he reached right out and tore her expensive silk blouse from her body. "I'm the reason why you have expensive clothes, Livia. I, in essence gave it all to you, so I'm the one who can take it all away."
"You're insane!"
"Am I? Look, cunt, I own you, got it? Maybe you're married to the former big boss, and maybe you're a wheel in the company yourself, but I own you, twat."
Livia went to the intercom and pressed a button, saying, "Frank, come in here, and bring Alisande with you. I want witnesses."
"If you think that's gonna save you from what I have in mind," Cameron told her, "you're sadly mistaken."
The door opened, and a blond-haired man walked in with the mousey-looking yellow-haired girl.
"Mr. Cameron is trying to attack me," she told them. "I want you both as witnesses."
"Yeah," Cameron laughed. "You two stay as witnesses. Besides, everyone else has just about gone for the day anyway."
"Why?" Livia demanded.
"Because I gave orders that the next time you showed your face here, Frank was to send everyone home. How come you didn't sent her home, too?" he asked Frank.
"She's on our side," Frank said. "She wants to go to the other firm with us. I figured she might be of some help if Mrs. Addison resists."
"What's going on here?" Livia gasped, her hands across her brassiere-covered breasts.
"It's not was going on, but what's coming off," Frank told her. He was tall, with shaggy yellow hair, and a rough-looking face. "Just take it easy and don't fight Forrest."
"I'll have the police here," Livia snapped, going to the phone.
"You've gone too far," Cameron retorted, ripping the receiver out of her hand and jamming it back on its cradle. "The time has come for you to discover that I collect what's owed to me-either in cash or in flesh. Since you're obviously not about to give it to me in cash, I'll take it outta your hide."
At that moment the man reached out and literally tore her brassiere from her body. Before she was able to fight back, Livia felt him grab one of her nipples and tweak it.
"Stop!" she shouted. "You're hurting me!"
But Cameron ignored her, shoving her hands aside so he was able to massage her breasts, tweaking her nipples all the time, making them turn a shade of reddish tan.
Despite her anger-or possibly because of it, Livia suddenly felt electric watts of forbidden pleasure shooting through her entire body. The razor-like arrow points of pleasure-pain stung her swelling nipples, and she felt the flames of wanton lust building in the core of her cunt. Yet she loathed this kind of brutality, and loathed Forrest Cameron.
"Don't lie to me," Cameron snapped. "You like the feel of it, and what's more you know it, honey."
"I'll say," Alisande smiled. "I know I like when you touch me."
"Remember, honey, this is one man who carries a really big stick. In case you've forgotten, have a look," and suddenly there was the whisper of a zipper being pulled down as be quickly removed his pants.
Livia tried to use the opportunity to run, but Cameron was too quick for her. He grabbed her by the arm and hurled her helpless body to the carpeted floor, and laughed out loud.
When Livia kicked out at him, he grabbed her by her ankle. He still had his boxer shorts on, but Livia was able to see the powerful throbbing stiffness of his huge erection.
She continued to struggle to try and free herself, but all the while uncontrolled sensations of seething lust were building in her vaginal depths. Hot secretions were already seeping from within her.
She turned to Frank and Alisande for help, but was even more terrified when she realized Frank also had a king-sized erection. He was lasciviously massaging it now as he kept his eye on all that was happening.
Then there was that skinny blonde, Alisande. The look on her face told Livia to expect no sympathy from her. Rather she regarded Livia's body with a certain lust as Cameron finished by tearing the rest of her clothing off, revealing her totally naked body. She lay on the floor, not wanting to move.
"Get your ass up," Cameron commanded, gripping her by the wrist and hauling her to her feet.
He pulled her feminine form tightly against his own masculine body, and she felt a hot flush work its way through her as she became aware, once again, of the huge cock between his thighs.
"Hey, Frank," Cameron said to the blond-haired man. 'Why'nt you come ahead and join the fun?"
Livia was horrified as she became aware Frank had also undressed, and she was feeling another erect phallus pressing solidly into the crevice between her buttocks as the man gripped her chunky body from behind.
"Hey, Alisande, anytime you wanna become part of all this, you come ahead and join in," Cameron announced.
"No!" Livia shrieked. "No! Absolutely not! I'll have the three of you arrested for manhandling and raping me."
"You're not gonna say anything to anyone," Cameron snapped. "You do, and I'll send some friends of mine to beat the crap outta you. You remember Allen and Joel and Mike and Peter."
God! All over again? Round and around and around, just like on a carousel. This was getting more horrible by the moment. There seemingly was no escape for Livia.
If she moved forward, a thick cock pressed between her thighs. If she pulled back, a cock rubbed into the crevice between her asscheeks. Cameron was clinging very tightly to her, grinding his throbbing cock against her sodden cunt as Frank, behind her, reached around and began harshly massaging her breasts. Cameron, on the other hand, had shoved his hands down to grip her asscheeks, and once again her body began its betrayal, for she was so aroused, that nothing her mind said to her physical self was being heeded by her flesh. Common sense told her to try and get out as quickly as possible. After all, even though she had come full circle and was back to Forrest Cameron, now she was ostensibly the one in power. But her body simply responded to the wild sensations streaming through it as she continued struggling, her physical being magnificently imprisoned between the two lust-stiffened shafts of throbbing masculine flesh and blood.
"For God's sake, leave me alone!" she cried out. "Leave me alone!" But the heat from her body betrayed the fact that her protests were mere vocalizations, and nothing more.
Dear God! What was wrong with her? Why did she always respond so readily, even when she detested the men involved? She should never have come here by herself in the first place, and certainly not without some sort of bodyguard. In the future, she would ask her husband to assign Sam to her as a full-time bodyguard. He would protect her from a scum like Forrest Cameron, and when she did have the urge to fuck, Sam, with his prosthetic penis, would always be ready-never tiring.
She shuddered a she realized there was no way to help how she inwardly felt. She ought to have felt some kind of shame, but didn't. Granted, she hated this man, as well as the man behind her, yet her body was thrilled and aroused, automatically responding to what was taking place at the moment. In order to salve what little conscience she did have left, she made one final effort to free herself.
With every last ounce of strength in her roundular body, she did her best to struggle free from the tight grasp of the two men whose fingers were clamped solidly on her body. But as the moments passed, she realized she was as helpless as a fly in a spiders web.
Cameron was only tugging her closer to him so that the fullness of her swollen breasts were flattened against his nakedly hairy chest. All the while the full length of his lasciviously stiffened penile probe pressed solidly into her feminine cleft. Then he jammed a hand between her tantalizing thighs, playing for just a few seconds at the sensitive flesh of her white, inner thigh, creeping under the elastic legband of her panties, which, with her skirt, were still on her body. Despite her futile struggle to free herself, Livia felt Cameron's hand find its way into the moist center of her heated vagina.
"No! Oh No!" she cried, but as the man's thumb passed over her tinglingly erect clitoris, another sound escaped from between her lips. It was a deep, long, animal moan of wanton pleasure. "Hhhhhbaaaannnhhhh!"
Searing fire flared heatedly through the center of her bubbling pussy and her yearning belly once again felt an aching to be filled with cock, not caring whose cock. She opened her mouth, thinking to protest again, and was astounded that when sounds did come out, they were sounds of total wanton pleasure. "Ooooonnnhhh!"
In a single powerful motion, as he had torn her blouse and brassiere from her, so now did the man rip her skirt and fragile bikini panties, along with her half-slip from her body, leaving her standing there with only a garter belt and stockings on. Livia felt more exposed now than ever before.
Alisande merely stood, watching. From the gleam in her eye it was obvious that even if she had never witnessed a rape before. Alisande was getting definite pleasure from what she was presently seeing. She also felt Frank's lustful eyes taking in her backside.
"Jesus!" Frank muttered. "This has to be the most perfect ass in the world. I mean, it's big, but not too big. It's round, it's firm, it shakes and shivers, really cushioned."
Cameron grabbed her by her shoulders and literally forced her to her knees on the floor, saying, "Now we'll see who's boss around here, bitch. Suppose you lie down on your back, right there."
Livia was filled with anger. The humiliation was supposed to be over and done with, and yet here was the man who had started her shame degrading her all over gain. The other men had worked her over because they'd been given the job of doing so-breaking her in for Addison and Wentworth so to speak. They had done such a good job, she was not Mrs. Addison, and supposedly would seen be the senior partner in this firm. Yet these people, still, for the moment, her employees, were abusing her.
It wasn't even as if Cameron really wanted her for her body. He merely wanted to humiliate her. His own pride had been wounded, and so he was taking it all out on her. Granted, he was claiming to be teaching her some kind of lesson-letting her know he regarded himself as being boss, but the simple truth was, he was using and abusing her.
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This was the first time Livia actually felt shame. Before it had been humiliation, because she had been taken advantage of as an innocent. This time she was no innocent, but by the same token an inferior had started manhandling her, for Cameron was definitely an inferior in every way she knew. Now she lay here on the floor, her hardened nipples revealing to this horrible man her overpowering and wanton desire. Her sparse brown vaginal hair was already sodden with the love-juices pouring from her cunt.
She was totally powerless to resist, not merely because he was stronger than she, but because he had already aroused the prurience in her to such an extent, she was anxious for cock. She was Cameron's captive; the captive on the carousel of lust.
Cameron was strutting around totally naked now, his throbbing cock standings before him like a bowsprit. His body was firm, harder than a rock. If his cock was only second or third as far as length and breadth was concerned, it was still much longer and thicker than the so-called average penis. But his muscular body was far-above average.
He stroked the huge penis. The throbbing head of his cock turned a richer, redder shade of magenta, and his bloated testicles swung between his legs.
Turning her head, she saw Frank stroking his own cock with its bright red tip, as well. She knew both men intended using her, and though she ought to have been repelled by the thought, she wasn't. Frank had quite a large cock too, but it didn't quite match the length and breadth of the one sticking out from between Cameron's thighs. It was as if Cameron was using his huge cock to signify his dominance of everyone in the room. It was his ruling scepter.
"You're going to get it every which way possible today," he told Livia. "What's more, this time I'm going to be the back- door man. I'll bet you've never been assfucked with a cock as thick as mine."
He roared with laughter, seeing the look of terror on the brown-haired woman's face. Livia sneered angrily, "You disgust me!"
Pretending to be something of a gallant gentleman, Cameron stepped to one side and bowed to Frank, saying, "Her cunt is yours."
Frank fell to the floor, his hands eager and powerful as his fingers dug into her inner thighs and wrenched them apart, shoving his knees in between to keep her from clamping them together. He was crouching above her delectably helpless body, pressing the hot length of his pulsating cock against her slightly rounded belly, one of his hands harshly rubbing her full right breast, the fingers of his other hand teasing at the pink flanges of her sparse-haired cunt.
"Frank," she gasped. "Frank, don't do this! Don't let him con you into raping me. You know I'll get even sooner or later."
"Not you have an accident and fall out of a window you won't," Cameron snapped at her.
"Don't be an ass," Frank said to Cameron. "It's one thing to fuck the lady. Hell! Even if she did talk, who'd believe she was raped. Even now, she has a reputation among the company's customers of being the best fuck in creation. I'll be glad to fuck her with you, but I ain't gonna let you do nothing to hurt her."
"All right, all right," Cameron snorted. "It's just that I don't dig being shortchanged by a dumb cunt who was supposed to help me advance, and instead, leap-frogged over me and took my place."
"She's more of an asset to the company than you, Forrest," Frank told him. "Face it! So let's fuck her, then get the hell outta here."
"Fine with me," Cameron nodded.
"No!" Livia wailed in horror.
But the more she struggled, the more tightly Frank held her pinned to the floor, confident she would shortly stop her struggling. His fingers continued stroking her seething pussy, watching as passion began taking total control of her, listening to the throaty gasps of wanton pleasure escaping from her throat.
Livia pressed her elbows into the floor and lifted her head up, staring at the swollen blue-veined length of throbbing cock attached to Frank as he rubbed it against her desire-inflamed belly. As total as her shame was, Livia knew she was aching to feel the full length of that pussy-stretcher ram itself into the searing depths of her anxiously aroused inner gulf. Despite knowing she was once again being observed, she was aroused, and once aroused, there was no way of holding her back.
Frank began probing with two fingers into her sodden center, making her writhe all the more sensuously now, and despite herself, she was squirming her hips in obscene undulations, her mouth parted hungrily as she stared at the burgeoning phallic length.
"Hey, you really want me to fuck you, don't you, boss-lady," Frank said, staring at her. "I can see by the look on your face you can't wait to feel the full length of my cock in the seething depths of your tight belly. I'm right, aren't I?"
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"No!" she screamed, refusing to verbally acknowledge what she was inwardly feeling. "It's just not true."
Looking at Cameron, Frank smiled, then turned back to Livia and said, "Well, then, let's just forget the whole thing." He withdrew his fingers from inside her cunt.
Suddenly Livia felt so terribly empty. Oh God! God! She had been aroused to the point where she needed a good, solid cock buried in the teeming center of her vagina.
"My God! No!" she gasped.
Frank was laughing now, as he said, "Well then, stop being the bitch and come right out and ask for what you want."
"Oh my God!" Livia gasped, moaning crazily now, her writhing cunt aching to be filled again and again. "Do it!"
"Do what?" Frank taunted.
"Your cock!" she told him. "I want your cock! I want you to fill me with every last inch of your cock!"
"You've got it," Frank assured her, and leaning forward, he pressed the blood- bloated head of his phallus against her wetly seeping vaginal lips. Turning to look at Forrest Cameron, be said, "See! She asked for it, so it can't be considered rape any longer!"
Livia felt her belly heaving in anticipation as obscene delight sparked its way through her. She felt the heated sponginess of his phallus part her aching vaginal labia. All she was able to think of at that particular moment was that she wanted to feel all of that cock fill her seething cunt with its steamy hardness.
Frank pushed his flat hip bones forward a little more, and his heavy cock-head- parted her cuntal lips a bit wider. Mewls of uncontrolled animal desire broke from her lips as the searing contact sent violent shudders of rampant pleasure raging madly through her quaking body.
He lay on top of her now, his body heavy, his muscular chest flattening the huge swells of her mamarial orbs; flattening them against her own chest as his pulsating hardness slowly, very slowly sank deeper and deeper into the seething wetness of her desperately clinging vaginal passage. In, in, in he went, until finally the full length of his throbbing cock slapped against the upraised globes of her tightly clenched-together asscbeeks.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed.
The man's mood seemingly became more and more brutal, as if seeing his boss's submissiveness was all that was needed to bring out the beast in him.
Chapter Nine
Frank was in the wildest ecstasy he had ever known. He felt the tight pussy of the lovely woman he was fucking tugging, pulling tight like drawstrings as she swallowed him that much deeper and more feverishly into the mounting, swirling vortex within her. His nerves were on edge, and he knew if he didn't come shortly, he would explode. Her interior was crushing so fantastically, he knew that even if he stopped moving, the pressures of her vaginal walls, moving as they did, would be enough to make him come. The woman's fabulous physical machinery was massaging his pulsating cock without any external movement on her part, or, for that matter on the part of Forrest Cameron.
Livia had to be the most fantastic woman Frank had ever known, and he was more sorry than ever that this would probably be his only opportunity to fuck her. Once he left here, there would never be another chance. Her legs were flailing wildly as she lay on him, no longer balanced on her knees, and as a result Cameron was also lying flat against her back, thus weighing down that much more on Frank. Livia's face was pressed against Alisande's belly as the latter continued grinding her crotch into Frank's face, and at one point Frank felt Livia's tongue touch his as Livia's face delved all the more deeply between Alisande's slender white thighs. AU the while, Cameron gasped as he pressed his arms into the floor for leverage in order to continue humping his cock into Livia's ass. The pressure drove her cunt down all the more vibrantly on the throbbing phallus interred.
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Livia was jerking and twisting convulsively, straining her body against the pair of them as the ancient forces hidden inside everyone gripped her and wild paroxysms began making her violently vibrate. She had no more control over herself than if she had been a marionette whose strings had been cut. The magnificent penises literally ripped their way through her entire quivering body as the climactic machinery inside her suddenly decided to take hold and begin to work. The thrills were building in two parts of her at once. She was completely helpless as every bone in her body rattled.
She clamped the walls of her flushed pussy tightly around one prick while the interior of her rectum began squeezing firmly around the phallus of the other cock. Her face pushed itself into Alisande's pelvis, her licking tongue touching the tip of Frank's tongue as it washed through Alisande's body and she clung to him with overpowering, quivering strength.
Livia moaned and mewled and tossed her short, brown mane insanely from side to side. She was conscious now of nothing other than total wanton lust-a burning, writhing, seething lust that took control of her entire physical form. Nothing mattered now but attaining the pinnacle she had been straining for when the two phalluses had started thrusting in and out of her body. She bounced around like someone gone totally out of her mind, keeping perfect rhythm with the two penises continually thrusting in and out of her shuddering body. She cried aloud with lust.
The sounds of her cries caused the other three to move even more impassionedly, and the man behind her fucked that much more savagely into her rectum until the room was filled with deep, urgent moans of total, utter carnality.
Her movements aroused the other three even more than her cries. Both men were on the verge of attaining their satisfaction, ready to fire sperm hot and hard into the woman's twin passageways. Frank's mouth opened all the wider, his tongue continually licking the hot little extension of Alisande's clitoris.
Livia was out of her mind with wild desire, and the addition of Alisande to the scene, the woman's hand now massaging her back as the two men gripped her hips and waist sent her into a frenzied lust. She felt the mounting crescendo of wanton passion consuming her lower depths with boiling lava at the moment. Darkness seemed to descend over her so she was unable to see any of the bodies surrounding her any longer. All she did see was a series of fireworks going off behind her eyes. Her vagina sucked greedily on Frank's staked penis, and her anal enclosure clamped all the more tightly on Cameron's thrusting cock.
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Livia was close ... very close ... the orgasms-both of them-were moving with infinite slowness, crawling higher and higher, and then they struck.
"Yaaaaaauuuwwaagghhhuuugghh!" she bellowed against the hairy pelvis of the blonde.
Cameron was going totally out of his mind with passionate desire. Never in his life had he felt anything so incredibly hot and tight around his phallic probe. The intense building of orgasm in his own body was reaching the point where either a safety valve would open and he would come, or he would totally explode.
Pressure in his balls continued building, and then the little buggers were being sucked into his prostrate, mingling with the juices in there, and suddenly everything was traveling up the tube in the underside of his cock, and he was exploding deep inside Livia's tightly squeezing asshole.
"Aaaaarrrrggghhhhhhhoohhhhh!" the man bellowed into her back.
Livia felt the molten river of seminal fluid spurting into the seething depths of her quaking rectum and she wondered if it was possible to die from sheer pleasure.
A second orgasm erupted from within her, but she was out of breath and unable to shout as the climax totally overtook her. This time she felt as if her body was being ripped apart by four horses tugging at her extremities.
Alisande, seeing all this, was unable to keep herself under control. Staring wide-eyed, she suddenly felt her own inner orgasm hit her, and felt herself spinning of into space as she shrieked, "Aaaaiiyyyyeeaaiiyyaaiyyyaaigghhhhh!"
Her vaginal juices came spurting out and splashing into Frank's open mouth, though much of it washed his cheeks, nose and forehead, as well. Some of it even dripped down his neck.
It was all too much for Frank, and he let out an insanely muffled, "Gggwwauuffghh!" and sent his hot, burning semen into the clutching cunnus of the woman whose cunt had been riding him all this time. Livia, feeling the semen splash into her culvert, bounced all the more wildly, and a third orgasm ensued.
Finally it was over. Cameron pulled out of Livia's ass, and she, in turn rolled off Frank, and Alisande fell back on the floor letting Frank breath again. Livia, panting, realized, angry as she was, these cocks were too good to let go. She had to do something to make Frank and Forrest Cameron to stay.
Chapter Ten
Livia's husband had died, and Roger Wentworth was indeed the senior head of the company now. But Livia knew Roger would always bear watching. Thus she had created the position of company watchdog, and she had made Forrest Cameron that watchdog. Actually, his title was, First Vice President In Charge Of Internal Affairs.
Not only that, but Cameron was her squire whenever she sent to corporate get togethers. Privately, he had become her personal stud, though she would also include Sam, as well as his four friends from time to time.
On occasions, Roger Wentworth got into the act, and into Livia. Then it was right back to Forrest Cameron, and the merry-go-round ride would start all over again. Business wise, the company was doing better than ever, thanks in no small part to the fact that Livia knew how to judiciously use her cunt. But she was so in need of cock, that even after a business appointment, after having had her ass all but fucked off, she would return to her home, and there have Forrest Cameron screw her again.
Yes, life was definitely a merry-go- round, and she was still a captive on that merry-go-round, but Livia decided she wouldn't have it any other way.
