Susan got on the phone to call her girl friend Diane. She glanced out the window and looked at the skyline of Atlanta. It was just turning dark and the lights were going on. It was always beautiful at this time of night.
"Diane," she began, "I wonder if I could see you tonight."
Diane hesitated a moment.
"This is rather short notice, isn't it?"
"I know," Susan said rapidly, "but I've just got to see you. I'm sorry."
Susan gave Diane her address. Diane was impressed.
"Well, you've really made it living there," she told her. "The Atlanta Towers is one of the nicest places in town."
"It is nice," Susan replied, "and we can talk about that later. When can you get over here?"
"Oh, around eight. How would that be?"
"That would be wonderful," Susan said gratefully. "I'm dying to see you, dear."
Diane wondered why Susan was so anxious to see her. She didn't have long to wonder, for the moment she entered Susan Edwards' plush apartment she knew something strange was going on. Susan wasn't exactly the richest girl in town when they knew each other back in high school.
"I see you've done all right for yourself, honey," Diane observed.
Walking over to the picture window, she looked out at the city of Atlanta spread out below. The sparkling lights and tallbuildings in the distance told her that apparently Susan had done very well for herself. Turning around, she abruptly asked Susan point blank:
"Did you hit the jackpot, honey? Apparently you've found that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."
Two tears rolled down Susan's cheeks. The moment Diane saw her in this state, she apologized. "I'm sorry, honey," she told her. "I didn't mean to cause you any trouble."
Susan shook her head. She went over to a sofa and sat down facing the marble fireplace.
"I've been a working girl," she admitted candidly, "but I haven't exactly found any pot of gold, honey."
The stunning blonde girl was looking tensely at the fireplace. And she was thinking. She was thinking about all the things she could have done, but hadn't. But she was grateful for one thing. She had completed a night course in office management and she had gotten a high score in her typing and done well in her shorthand.
"You're not going to believe^his," she told her, "but I'm going into an office. I'm getting a job."
"You're an attractive single girl," Diane nodded, "and apparently you have done very well. If you don't have a regular job I have an idea how you've made a living. I guess some rich guy is keeping you here as his mistress. Am I right?"
Looking at Diane, Susan nodded.
"You're partially right," she told her. "I'm a lot tougher than I was when we were graduating from Atlanta ;"High. I am not a sentimental old fool talking like somebody at a class reunion. I had to learn the hard way what life was all about."
Even though they had been the best of chums back in high school, Diane never understood Susan. She always seemed an ethereal girl. Perhaps it was her lustrous blonde hair which fell about her shoulders and her fair skin. They had always been assets that made her have an angelic look. Her gentle blue eyes seemed to plead with her for understanding now and Diane was all ears listening.
"Maybe I have made some awful mistakes," she blushed. "Of course, what else could I do?"
Diane smiled reassuringly.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound suspicious, but I guess you have . . . sold yourself. That's how you got this gorgeous place."
Shaking her head, she told her frankly, "And I earned every damned dime of it. I earned it on my back."
Diane said sadly, "Well, I hope you're satisfied. Remember, honey, you did it. Nobody else did."
The furniture indicated that Susan had spent plenty of money on her apartment. And it was obvious that the tinted windows and heavy lined drapes which opened out onto the city below all cost plenty.
"I wonder why," she said, "you felt it was so necessary to live like this? I mean, take a look at the marble fireplace, those beautiful blue love seats. And this lovely white carpeting. The paintings. Why did you have to have this? I didn't. I got married and I have a couple of kids. And I'm happy."
"Are you?" Susan asked her bluntly.
"At least I thought I was," Diane laughed. "That is, until I came here. And I saw what a spacious, beautiful apartment you have. With this incredible view."
Susan shrugged.
"It doesn't mean a thing," she told her. "Not when you have to get it satisfying a series of men."
Diane could hardly believe her ears. Susan was telling her how she had managed to acquire everything.
"You mean, you didn't just stash up here as a mistress of some wealthy man. You had to go the route."
"Yes," Susan admitted, "and it's sickening. I get tired of having to be a sensuous, glamorous girl, who's always ready to have sex any time those worthless bastards want me to stretch out."
Diane was hardly prepared for her girl friend to tell all of her secrets.
"I never knew that you were doing that sort of thing, honey," Diane said. "This is quite a revelation. Tell me more." She didn't hesitate to tell her. "These bastards pay for me to do things they can't get their wives to do," she explained, "and I will confess it's sickening."
"But you do it nevertheless, don't you?" Diane snapped.
"Yes," she admitted candidly, "but I hate it. Every minute of it is disgusting. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if there isn't a way that I could have made money without going to such lengths. I wanted to achieve financial freedom and instead I wound up learning every type of sex act imaginable."
"You still haven't gotten specific, darling," her girl friend told her. "Now tell me, what did the bastards want?"
"They liked to have me lick everything," she explained. "And it really is quite disgusting. They want you to suck their cocks, lick their balls, and even stick your tongue up their assholes."
Diane shook her head in amazement.
"Oh," she gasped, "you mean you have to go to such lengths?"
"Unfortunately, I have done everything," she confessed. "And I'm not proud of myself."
"Well, I should hope not," Diane replied. "My husband tried to get me to do things like that and I didn't hesitate to tell him where to head in."
It was quite obvious that Diane was obtaining a certain kind of pleasure listening to her girl friend talk about her sex life.
"Go ahead," she said. "I'm innocent. I've never heard about some of the things that people do."
It wasn't easy for Susan to talk about it, yet she had a desire to reveal what was in her mind. Slowly she began explaining.
"I don't know where these men get all of these ideas," she shook her head.
She began describing what she had to do.
"Some of them expect you to let them perform sodomy. That's quite a distasteful act. However, some prefer that."
Once more Diane shook her head.
"If Roger ever tried to get his hard prick up my asshole, I'd kill him," she said.
Susan told Diane she had decided to change her lifestyle.
"It's all over now," she confessed. "As a matter of fact, I have made up my mind. I have an opportunity to get a job in an office in downtown Atlanta. And I'm going to take it. I'm sick and tired of going through all that I have to do to make a living. It's much better to admit that it's a disgusting, rotten way to make a living and start going into a decent form of existence." Diane still was not satisfied. "Tell me," she demanded, "what is the worst sexual escapade you've ever been involved in?"
Preparing a drink for herself made it easier for Susan to talk about her past.
"Once," she admitted, "I had sex upside down. It was really disgusting. Three men were making it with me. One was sticking his prick in my pussy and another was licking my asshole, while the third was feeding me his cock. I don't know how I ever did it. But it was good money. They always pay . plenty for films."
That did it. Diane got to her feet and paced the floor. "You mean you did it for a film?" "Yes," she admitted candidly, "but I wore a mask. No one would ever recognize me." It was too much for Diane to digest. "I never thought you would stoop to do things like that," she shivered. "It is shocking to me that you would submit to sodomy and orgies, but I guess it takes all kinds."
It didn't please Susan to have her girl friend speak to her in such a demeaning manner.
"Well," she shook her head, "I suppose if you were caught in some of the situations that I have been in, you might have done some of the same things. You never know. After Daddy died and Mom had a nervous breakdown, I was on my own. And it wasn't easy finding work."
Diane was not so forgiving.
"Don't be making excuses for what you did," she told her. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself. And I don't hesitate to tell you the truth. I'm your friend. If I wanted to be dishonest I would tell you that it was all right. But I think you have been simply dreadful and I'm glad that you've decided to change. But it's incredible that you would sink to such depths of depravity and corruption."
Susan Edwards couldn't stand her girl friend's narrow-minded attitude. "Diane," she told her, "would you please get out."
"Yes, before I get contaminated anymore," Diane told her frankly. "I came over here for a heart-to-heart, but I never thought I was going to listen to you dredge up all of the dirt that you have been involved in for these past few years. Maybe you're proud of yourself living in this posh apartment. But don't forget how you got here. Your past is purple and you're gonna have to live it down by doing the right thing for a while."
From the angry look in Susan Edwards' eyes, Diane realized she might as well get out of there and fast.
"I hope I haven't said anything to hurt you," she smiled. "But it's better to be honest. I always try to be."
"Sometimes it's better to leave a little to the imagination," Susan told her.
It made Susan furious to think that Diane would talk to her like that. So furious, in fact, that she was beginning to wonder whether or not she was doing the right thing by changing her profession. Maybe she would do better just staying in this apartment and continuing her wanton sexual -life. At least she knew where she was at and that was a lot more than she could say for her girl friend. Diane apparently was happily married. However, if she was forced to face her future on her own she might find out pretty quick what a lot of men require sexually. Then she would have a completely different attitude regarding sex and men, for she might not find a husband like Roger, who would permit her to decide what kind of acts she would perform and what kind she wouldn't.
Nervously, she went to the telephone. She called her exchange to see if there were any messages. There was one message and she picked it up. One more fling, she thought to herself, and then it would be over.
The next week she had her job all set up with Castle Industries. Her boss, Jeffrey Stevens, had given her a chance to prove herself in his office force. She was going to be his private secretary and this pleased her.
The only problem, however, would be adjusting to another kind of income, another kind of life. Maybe she could pick up some money tonight and forget this awful time that Diane had given her. At least she had learned one thing. It was an extremely dangerous thing to ever tell any friends of her past life about what she had been doing in her present life. She had learned that lesson and learned it very well.
The message from the phone exchange told her that she could make some change. Why not? she thought to herself. Even though she knew it was socially placing her in the role of the outcast woman, she didn't care. This was her opportunity and she decided to make the most of it.
She called the answering service and got the phone number and the name of the person who had contacted her.
"Thank you," she told the exchange, and then she hung up and dialed the number she'd been given.
A male voice answered.
"Hi, this is Alex," the voice began, "and I was wondering if you could drop over tonight."
She hesitated for a moment.
"Yes ... I guess I could," she replied.
"Here's the address, honey," he told her, "and we'll have a good time. Is there any problem?"
"How did you know about me?" she asked him bluntly.
"You were recommended to me," Alex explained. "A friend of yours. Dave Cunningham. I don't know whether you remember him or not."
"Oh, yes, Dirty Dave," she laughed. "He's quite a wild guy. I remember him all too well."
"I'm as wild as he is," Alex chuckled. "Come on over and find out."
"All right," she replied.
She hung up the phone and hesitated for a moment. Going over to the mirror, she looked at her reflection. Was there anything that would give her away when she changed her profession? She couldn't help wonder about this. It was going to be a drastic change to alter her lifestyle so completely. But she had to do it. There wasn't any other way.
Chapter Two
When Susan drove up to Alex's apartment, she had some second thoughts. She was nervous and fearful. It was going to be her last night of sex like this.
Getting out of her car, she went up to his apartment. Alex was waiting for her anxiously.
"Come right in," he said as he stood at the doorway with only a towel wrapped around himself. "I was just taking a shower," he smiled, "and I'm glad you could get over her so quickly."
She smiled and followed him into the bedroom. Alex was a muscular young blonde man. He didn't take long to let her know what he wanted.
"Get you clothes off, honey," he told her, "and we'll have a good time."
Slowly she undressed. She got into the shower and Alex joined her.
"I always like to help a gal," he told her. "Especially when she's beautiful, like you are."
There was one part of her work that Susan did enjoy. It was all the compliments that she would receive. She was a beautiful girl. A voluptuous blonde with ripe, full bosoms, with taut, red nipples. Her flat stomach, beautiful thighs and voluptuous hips possessed that kind of appeal that made men's cocks get an instand hard-on. It was a tremendous advantage in her line of work to be so appealing, for the men didn't take long to get their rocks off. However, it could prove to be a disadvantage at times when she didn't want to turn anyone on. There were moment in her life when she actually wished that she was ugly. It was a handicap being so beautiful. So many men were trying to get between her legs that it was making it quite a difficult life for her.
She wasted no time getting out of the shower and drying off. She stretched out and he looked at her beautiful body, Susan had a golden bronze tan. She was tanned all over, except for the areas where her bikini covered when she sun bathed on the terrace of her Atlanta apartment. Those secret spots of her beautiful form were milky white and contrasted starkly with her rich coppery tan.
Sensuously, she rolled over and spread her legs. He laughed a nervous smile as he looked at her.
"You're quite a luscious lady," he told her.
Mischievously she looked up at him. She winked and told him to come over to the bed.
He went over to the bed and wasted no time in letting his hands wander down to the hair-lined slit of her pussy. Teasingly he slid a single finger into the clinging flesh of her pussy.
"Like it, baby?" he asked with an animalish look in his eyes.
"You know I do," she replied.
There was something so stimulating and arousing about him that she could hardly stand it.
"Now, baby," he smiled, "are you willing to do everything?"
She smiled wickedly and nodded.
"Of course, love. I'd be disappointed if you didnt want to try everything."
The glistening flesh of the young blonde woman appealed to him tremendously. He lightly caressed the budding peaks of her nipples and she yelped with a thrill kind of pain as he squeezed them between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Like it?" he smiled.
She nodded. Then his hands went down to her widely splayed thighs. He felt the warm softness of her pussy at his touch. Her legs opened fully and then clamped around his hand.
"COME ON, BABY," he told her, "I'LL FINGER IT FOR YOU."
She rolled over as he finger fucked her. Then she felt his lips touching her there. She yielded to him as he tongue fucked her eagerly. The soft pliant lips of her cunt spread eagerly around his tongue. Delicate pink folds of flesh parted as he went on licking at the depths of her cunt.
"HHHMMMM, THAT FEELS GOOD, BABY," Susan gasped, "BUT YOUR PRICK SLIDING IN ME WOULD FEEL A LOT BETTER."
She closed her eyes, her voice husky and rich with emotion. He smiled as he pulled his stiff middle finger from the hotly clinging cuntal flesh.
Susan looked at his huge, throbbing penis. She could see a bit of sperm at its tip. His cock was half-erect, jutting up through the clenched fist of his palm. The bulbous, purplish-colored head that throbbed with the blood-heated evidence of his passion.
She reached out and touched the bloated rigidity of his aroused cock. She caressed it lovingly, appreciatively.
"Do you like it?" he smiled.
She nodded as she let her fingers lightly stroke from its thick, hair-surrounded base along the blue-veined length of it to the pulsing, blood-engorged knob at its circumcised end.
Susan took the mushroom-shaped head of his prick between her fingers and stretched it out until she could see the throbbing flesh quivering with desire as her fingernails lightly streaked the lengthy shaft, leaving tiny white trails on his lust-bloated cock.
Leaning closer to it her lips touched it now. She heard a strange animalish gurling in Alex's throat as her mouth licked at the lust-heated head of his prick.
Susan squeezed it between the fingers of her hand and the knob at its end swelled incredibly. Her tongue whipped from between her lips and delicately touched the tiny eye-like slit in the very end. Alex shuddered beneath her caresses. She took the whole purplish head into her mouth at once, closing her lips around his cock and sucking hard until he gasped.
She moved her fingers down the thick lengthy shaft, sliding the rubbery skin toward its base and the long pole of turgid rigidity slithered over her tongue and into her mouth. Inch after inch of the passion-distended cock flesh disappeared between her ovalled lips until finally the head prodded against the back of her throat.
Alex closed his eyes and sighed from the lascivious sensations he was experiencing. This woman could take it like no other female he'd ever fucked, he thought to himself.
"OOOHHH, BABY, THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT . . . COME ON, SUCK IT NOW. EAT THAT THING!"
His cock filled her mouth so that it hollowed her cheeks.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, COME ON," he told her. "TAKE ALL OF IT."
Susan relaxed the muscles of her throat and his huge cock slid easily down his clinging channel. It was lubricated by her own saliva until her throat gripped the throbbing erection like a strong suction.
"OHHHHH, AAAHHH, YES . . . IT'S GOING RIGHT DOWN! OOOHHH, WHAT A BLOW JOB YOU'RE GIVING ME!"
Susan was too caught up in her task now to even hear his obscene praise. She enjoyed it, though. She liked the fact that he appreciated it. At the same time she worked her fingers around his balls. "OOOHHH, OHHHHH," he gasped, "YES. SUCK. COME ON, BABY, SUCK MY PRICK." She was giving him good head and he loved it. "OOOHHH, I'M ALMOST THERE," he exclaimed. "KEEP DOING IIIITTTT."
She could hardly wait for that sweet taste of his sperm. She licked hotly with her tongue, swirling it around the moist confines of her mouth, her lips ovalled tautly against his cock's thick circumference. He looked down at her lewdly bobbing head as she knelt over him. He could see the glistening wet thickness of his prick as it slid easily in and out of her mouth, moistly lubricated with her saliva. Susan's lips were pulled out with the turgid pole of his cock. Pink ridges of flesh clung to the heavy thickness of his penis and then were pushed back again as she spiralled her lips wetly onto his fully erect male member. The blue veins stood out visibly along the length of his throbbing penis, pulsing with lust-heated blood that surged out of his loins as she sucked ravenously at the font of his manhood.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT A COCK SUCKEEEEERRR," he told her. "AAAAAA-HHH, YES, YES, YOU'RE THE BEEEEESST." Secretly Susan was proud of the fact that she was very good at her job. She would be giving up a lot if she quit this. Yet she couldn't go on doing these weird acts for different men at all hours of the day and night.
He mumbled something and she didn't hear him.
"SWING YOUR ASS AROUND," he suggested. "LET'S DO IT SIXTY-NINE STYLE."
The slender, naked blonde crawled around on her knees until her legs were even with his face. She straddled his chest and never let his prick slip out of her mouth for a moment.
He pulled her loins down to his face. His tongue lashed out and hotly worked down the moist furrow of her pussy, spreading the tiny blonde wispy cunt hairs that rimmed the pink ragged slit.
She jerked involuntarily as his tongue tip touched the budding flesh of her clitoris. She moaned hotly around the thickness of his prick. Her legs tightened around his chest and she squirmed her hips down closer to his face, smothering his lips and nose with the aromatic fragrance of her own pussy. Her fingers lightly stroked the passion-distended orbs of his testicles, squeezing them tenderly as if to milk the seething heat of his orgasm up along the length of his prick and into her throat.
The beautiful blonde swallowed all of it again and heard him sigh as the muscles of her throat massaged the head of his prick as skillfully as she used to do in all-night suck session.
The handsome, muscular man reached around her slender thighs and parted the fleshy lips of her cunt, grasping the delicate pink softness of her pussy flesh with his fingers. His tongue and lips eagerly surged into the moist heat of her pussy and she squirmed and shuddered now with every lizardlike darting thrust of his surging tongue.
"HHHHMMMM, YES, YESSSSS," Susan gasped, somehow around the gagging thickness of his penis, still licking it and swirling her tongue around its distended, blood-engorged head as it slid thickly in and out of her mouth.
She could feel it throbbing with the fast-rising rhythm of his orgasm. She knew it could only be seconds away.
Susan slowed her sucking and tongue licking just enough, just enough to bring herself off as well. She squirmed her pussy down against his face, grinding her cunt lasciviously onto his pleasure-giving lips.
"OHHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME," she panted passionately as he ate her pussy.
At the same time she felt hot white cum surging into her mouth. Gulping hungrily, she enjoyed the delicious taste of him. When Susan had finished sucking Alex off, she pulled away.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You're quite a man, Alex."
Alex smiled at her. He still had a hard-on.
"You see, I'm never easily satisfied," he explained.
It was apparent to Susan all to well that he required more.
"What's next?" she smiled as she looked at the indefatigable man.
His blue eyes met hers with a smile.
"It's your fault," he told her.
"What?" she asked.
"You see," he explained, "when I'm with a gal who turns me on as much as you do, I just can't get enough."
"I'm sorry to have caused you this inconvenience," she laughed.
He didn't waste a moment.
"Get on your knees," he told her, "and let me sodomize you."
This was one act that always made Susan feel fearful and hesitant.
"Another time," she told him.
"That's disgusting," he insisted. "You're trying to tell me what I can and can't do. Look, I've bought you. I've paid for you, and you're gonna do as/tell you!"
He got off the bed and went to the kitchen. He pulled out a cube of butter. Returning, he peeled the wrapper back and applied the butter to his throbbing, long shaft.
"All right," she finally agreed, "do anything you want. Torture me, if that's what you enjoy."
Alex smiled.
"Maybe I do enjoy torturing a gal," he confessed.
He gripped her buttocks firmly. Then he parted them as he began inserting his prick.
"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU GOOD," he told her.
He reached underneath her to feel of the ragged pink lips of her quivering pussy. But what he was really after now was her ass, Straddling her, he began pumping forward.
Withdrawing his fingers from her pussy, he gripped her buttocks. He spread her milky white ass cheeks and rammed forward. Her asshole seemed to look up at him and winked in wanton naughty invitation.
Taking his thick, fleshy cock pole, he eased it between her shuddering ass cheeks. With a lewd, driving prick stab he shoved forward. All at once she enjoyed it.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "PUSH IT INTO ME. I WANT IT. YES, I WANT IT."
Susan's head was tossing from side to side. Her luxuriant blonde hair was spilling down over her shoulders as he panted and grunted and fucked her ass wildly. She could feel him pumping his muscular loins forward, skewering her rectal passage over and over.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHHH," he groaned in an almost inhuman gurgling noise as he rammed it to her.
His huge, thick cock slithered into the deepest recesses of her asshole, where no man had ever reached before.
"FUCK, FUCK," he ordered as he sadistically seesawed into her.
She could hardly stand it, this vile, sodomistic ravishment of her tight ass.
He kept skewering her butt, plundering her tight anus with all of his manly might. When he would pull out she could feel cold air at her ass. His balls slapped against her buttocks as he rammed in with hurtful, driving, excruciating prick stabs.
"Hey, baby, you're not responding," he complained. "Shove your ass back to meet my prick as I drive it into you."
Strangely, something did happen then. The pain gave way to pleasure. The incredible heat of her ecstatic abandonment rose in her loins like a runaway inferno of brush fire. She pumped her hips back to meet his driving prick stabs.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "YES. I LOVE IT. YOU'RE HURTING ME BUT I LOVE IITT!"
She was being ravished by his huge prick and wallowed in the pleasure-pain it brought her. She couldn't get enough of him.
"YES, YESSSS," she moaned as an animalish whine gurgled wetly in her throat. "SCREW ME. FUCK ME, OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, OHHHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK MEEEEE."
As she lifted her hips he rammed it to her with deep, penetrating jabs. He reached down to play with her jiggling breasts.
"YES, YESSSS," she panted, "SCREW ME. OOOHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT."
The lewd act was almost jungle primitiveness, but she loved it.
"KEEP SHOVING YOUR ASS UP TO ME," he gasped. "YES, JUST LIKE THAT."
The deep-thrusting drives with his huge pecker pleased her. She was beginning to enjoy his cock dkhng so rhythmically in and out of her ass grasp.
"NOW, NOW," he groaned. "OOOHHH, SQUEEZE MY COCK. VM GONNA CUM IN A MINUTE."
They became a sweating, snarling fuck machine as the two panting lovers continued in their wild sodomistic lovemakmg.
"AAAHHHH!" Susan groaned as more deep thrusts continued skewering into her ass.
Alex was grunting and panting as he neared his cum-gushing climax.
"I'M ALMOST THERE." he told her. "YES, YES. OOOOHHHH. OOOHHHH, I'M CUMM-ING, I'M CUMMINGi"
His hot white cum shot up her ass.
"YES, YES," Susan groaned. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, I WANT IT, I WANT IT."
She enjoyed the spurting semen filling her ass.
He was driving in his own cum.
"TWIST YOUR ASS FOR ME," he pantingly ordered. "OHHHH, COME ON, BABY, FUCK OFF."
The naked young blonde hooker finished giving him the fuck of his life. She kept her tail twisting, her ravaged ass gripping at his prick as he Finished exploding in her pain-ridden behind.
At last Alex slipped his slick cock from her tortured rectum. He slapped her buttocks gratefully.
"You're a good girl," he told her. "You know that, don't you?"
She was thinking. Thinking about her future as an office worker. It would be easier than enduring the shame, the degradation, the subjugation that she was being forced to face every time she accepted a call to a man's apartment to give him the realization of his sex fantasies.
"Alex," she asked him, "why do you enjoy doing that?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, puffing on a cigarette.
"I mean, sodomizing me. Why does that disgusting act appal to you?"
He glared at her.
"Don't talk to me like that."
"I'm curious, I'm sorry," she said with a sly smile and a wink.
"You're making fun of me," he told her, "and I don't appreciate it. I really don't."
It was disgusting to him that she would dare ask anything pertaining to his erotic desires.
"Sometimes I wonder why men like certain kinds of sex," she explained.
That did it. He snapped, "Damn it, leave me alone! I fucked you and that's all that matters. You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
She nodded.
"Yes, in a way I did."
Finally he told her what he thought.
"You are the most disgusting hooker I've ever had sex with. What the fuck do you expect? A guy to tell everything that his balls feel, every sensation, every quiver of his cock? Damn it, you disgust me."
She apologized.
"I didn't mean to disgust you," she explained. "I really didn't."
He smiled as he looked at her.
"You know," he told her, "I think a lot of you. It's just that I don't like your being so nosy about my feelings. Every man has different desires. And I guess I like sodomy and sucking."
"You have a lot of company, baby," the naked blonde said as she got off the bed.
He looked at her huge bosoms jiggling, with their red, taut nipples as she went over to the dresser and poured herself a drink from the booze that he'd brought there.
"What are you gonna do the rest of your life?" he asked her curiously.
It was strange how he almost seemed to sense that she'd come to a crossroads in her life.
"I sure as hell don't intend to go on fucking like this," she said with disgust registering noticeably in her voice.
"Well, maybe you could figure out another way to make an easier living," Alex winked. "I mean, all you have to do is get on your knees or lie on your back or open your legs for some guy to fuck or suck you. That's sure an easy job. And I think you enjoy it, too."
Susan was upset.
"You don't understand . . . you don't understand at all," she lamented, tears beginning to well in her soft blue eyes, a shiver racing through her naked body. "I don't want this kind of life. I want something better . . . something decent and fulfilling. A profession I can be proud of."
"But, baby," he objected, "you're in the oldest profession known to man. That should be fulfilling enough."
Susan could see that his attitude was not in her favor. She decided to say no more. Her true feelings would remain hidden in the darkest recesses of her troubled thoughts.
Chapter Three
The following Monday morning Susan Edwards had a complete change of her lifestyle. She dressed appropriately for work in an office. She was going to begin her first day as a secretary at Castle Industries in downtown Atlanta. Her boss, Jeffrey Stevens, had given her an opportunity to make a -ew life, and she was bound and determined that die was going to succeed.
As she hurried down to her car in the garage, her mind was a whirlpool of worries. She wondered if she would be able to cut it. It would be difficult to be so disciplined. Yet, that was the only way that she was ever going to make the big change from hustling to being a secretary.
She drove out of the garage and onto the freeway quickly. She was at the office in about ten minutes. As she drove into the parking garage for Castle Industries, she simply showed the card that indicated she had parking privileges.
Susan hurried up to the offices on the tenth floor and was on time. Jeffrey Stevens was pleased to see her and nodded and smiled as she entered his office.
"Good morning, Miss Edwards," he said, "and how is everything?"
"Just fine, thank you," she smiled back warmly.
He wanted her to take some dictation and she did so. As she took the shorthand she was thinking. Thinking about how easy it had been for her to make a living in other ways. All that had changed now. She was starting a new life and she was going to have to work for everything she got.
She got the letters typed before lunch. During the afternoon there was another round of shorthand dictation and typing assignments.
Susan was about to leave at five o'clock when Mr. Stevens called her into his office.
"Susan," he asked her, "do you think you will like it here?"
"Yes, I think I will," the blonde woman agreed.
He told her that he was certain she would in time get adjusted to the pace.
"I know we move pretty fast here," he admitted, "but once you get used to it it isn't so bad."
"I guess the first day is always the hardest," she mused aloud.
The following day, however, the pace was just a killing, and there was one incident that really got her upset. A sales man came in and took one look at her as she sat at her desk and his jaw hung slack. She looked into his eyes and immediately recognized him. He had been one of her customers. What a dreadful thing that she would ever get involved with anybody and then meet them at her office.
She shuddered as she thought about the consequences of her dark deeds of the past.
"Well, hello there," he came over to her and began talking.
"Hello," Susan said. "I don't believe I know you."
"Oh, yes, you do, honey," he told her. "I'm Ted. Don't you remember me? Ted Parker."
She looked up at him.
"No, Ted, I don't remember you at all."
"There was a little party," he smiled, "over at Eric James' place. You remember."
She glared up at him.
"I remember you too well. Damn it, get away from me."
He got angry.
"Don't talk that way to me. I work here. And I've worked here a long time before you did. You understand?"
She understood.
"Yes," she said. "I understand."
More than that, he was determined to have sex with her again and didn't hesitate to tell her so.
"I'm gonna let you blow it for me again, baby," he said with a kind of whispered fury.
"You're a heartless bastard," she snapped.
Just then her boss stepped out of his office. Ted walked away. Susan accepted her assignment and then he walked over to her again.
"Tonight," he told her, "when you get off work, we'll visit a nice hotel here. They've got a lot of nice places on Peachtree Street. The old haunts."
She gave a withering glance, but nodded. There wasn't any way out. After work she met Ted. She was silent as she walked beside him.
"You can leave your car in the garage," he told her. "You won't need it for a little while."
She followed him to the hotel where she had first had sex with him. Ted was a former football player and a husky man. He had a confident air about him that got to her. She didn't like the way he seemed to look down on her in a demeaning manner.
When they got into the lobby he went over to the front desk and got his keys.
"I've got it all worked out," he smiled.
They went up in the elevator and didn?t say a word. She followed him down the hall and all the time she was thinking. The moment he opened the door and she was safely inside the room, she turned to tell him what she thought of him.
"You know, you're a devil, Ted," she snapped.
He shook his head.
"But you loved me last time we fucked."
"Did I?"
"You were just starting out as a hooker," he told her, "and I paid you fifty."
She shook her head and smirked at him.
"Would a hundred be better now?" he smiled. "Maybe you're a first-class gal. Now look, baby, a hundred is all I'm gonna give you. Or maybe I won't give you anything. Maybe I'll just shove my prick up your tight ass."
That got her.
"Ted, I'm leaving," she snapped indignantly. . "Are you leaving Castle Industries?" he smiled.
The young blonde woman felt a tingling shock run icily through her. She knew exactly what he was telling her. He was going to blackmail her. All he would have to do would be to speak to her boss, Jeffrey Stevens, and when Jeffrey learned about her unsavory past she would be through.
"You're a hateful, despicable, disgusting person," she said emphatically.
Paying no attention to her protests, he started to strip.
"Take off your clothes," Ted nodded.
"Yes, darling," she said with sarcasm.
He looked at her body and could see her throbbing breasts.
"Maybe I should help you undress," he said as he finished stripping and eased out of his shorts, revealing his huge penis.
He went over to her and ran his hands over her shoulders. He unfastened her blouse, then reached in and felt of her pulsing bosoms.
Ted eased her skirt off and then let his hands slip past her tight panties and down to her pussy. He caressed her body and she loved the sensation. Her creamy satin skin had always appealed to him. How he wanted to fuck her.
"You need it, honey," he told her, "and so do I."
She sensed the dewdrops of juicy sex rising between her supple thighs as the exposed lips of her pussy began to spasmodically contract wetly against one another as he let his finger slip inside of her vagina.
He carried her over to the bed. She spread her legs and then he crouched over her. He eased his hands under her ass cheeks and pulled her cunt to his lips.
He ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her cunt. Its beaded moistness tasted good to him. "OOOHHHH," she sighed, "SUCK ME, SUCK MY PUSSY. NOW, BABY, NOW!"
She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, twisting and pulling at his head violently. She ground her cunt in his face as the strange obscenity of her own passion-filled pleas got her to the point where she was juicing again.
He smiled as he looked at her. He knew very well that she needed to be fucked. She glanced at his huge cock and balls. They were aching with blood-filled lust.
"LICK MY PUSSY," she loudly pleaded. "OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, YES, LICK ME, LICKMEEEEE."
His tongue flipped into her vagina and soon he was insane with lust. He was licking at her clit, nibbling her.
He reached up to grab her jutting breasts. Ted squeezed her tits as he sucked her cunt.
"OOOHHH OHHHHH, I LOVE IT," she cried out. "AAAHHH, YES, YES, I LOVE IT."
The flowering lips of Susan's cunt widened. He guided his stiffened tongue into the wetness between her legs as her groans of desperate agony seethed in his ears.
Now she was ready to fuck.
"BABY," he told her, "I'M GONNA SCREW YOU ROYAL."
He pulled away from her crotch. He straddled her and rubbed his swollen, blood-engorged penis along her open, pink slit, parting the soft, resilient, blonde pubic hair until it was nestled teasingly at the entrance to her vagina.
She looked up into his eyes. His smoldering. brown eyes told her how hot he was to screw her.
"YES, BABY," she panted as she felt him ramming the full length of his prick into her pussy with a wet, sucking sound.
She groaned, her body tightening in an arch of hardened passion at the initial entry that split the walls of her vagina. Susan writhed under the heath of her delirious sensations, her belly squirming.
"You wanted it," he told her with a smug smile, �'and baby, you're gonna get it. Every fucking inch. I know just what you need, and I'll supply it."
She raised up under the pressure of his fingers, ms glistening prick driving until its ridge caught at straining lips of her cunt then surged in again.
Up and down, faster and faster. Susan's beautiful face contorted with passion, her nostrils flaring open as her breath burned in her lungs.
"GRAB IT," he told her. "SNAP MY COCK LIKE YOU DID THE FIRST TIME I FUCKED YOU, SUSAN."
She felt the smooth raw flesh of his passionate prick driving inside. Her cuntal muscles clasped him tightly and pulsed against his pumping shaft until his balls were ready to explode. He drove deeper, ever deeper into her cunt with each thrust of his buttocks. She twisted her head from side to side, flailing her hair against the pillow. He rode his cock into her with all of his manly force. She drove her hips up, screwing every inch of his prick and rooting the huge head around in her seething belly, causing him to gasp and quiver in erotic frenzy.
"I WANT IT," she panted. "OOOHHH, YES. FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
His penis sucked deep into her pussy, battering her cervix. He could feel the eruption of his boiling sperm starting deep in his groin. He knew he was about to cum. "SWIN6 YOUR ASS, BABY," he told her.
"FUCK, FUCK IT."
She could feel his cock swelling, straining against the moist walls of her fleshy pussy. Susan begged, "OOOHHH, I WANT IT, YES, I WANT IT. FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YES, YES, LET'S CUM TOGETHER."
The blonde's legs splayed wider as she bucked and writhed on the wildly sqeaking mattress, her loins demanding more.
"HARDER, HARDER," she begged frantically. "FUCK ME, HARDER, HARDER!"
Reaching out she gripped his shoulders. Her hands wandered down to his firm, round ass globes. She squeezed his sinewy buttocks.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH," he groaned, "YES. SCREW ME."
As her cunt seized his prick and squeezed, he exploded. Hot jets of white cum surged in her pussy.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES," she panted passionately.
Seconds later she was juicing. His prick sloshed in their mutual love juices.
Chapter Four
If Susan thought her sexual escapade with Ted was over, she was grimly mistaken. For a short time later another man who worked at Castle Industries showed up at the hotel room.
"Come in," Ted greeted his friend.
Freddie was a sandy-haired man with freckles. He had horny blue eyes and looked at her naked body.
Quickly Susan covered herself up with the bed othes.
"That's not fair," Freddie objected. "I want to screw you, too."
She shook her head. But Freddie had already started to strip.
"We're really lucky," Ted smiled, "to have a hooker working in our office."
Heaving a heavy sigh, Susan Edwards tried to explain that she was through with that kind of life.
"Damn it, that's all over," she told him. "I went to night school and studied to be a secretary. I can take dictation, I'm a super typist, and I know all about office procedures."
Shaking his head in silence, Ted just looked at her.
"Damn it, you're a hooker," he told her. "You're a loser, baby. And you're gonna find out that your marvelous boss is going to put the make on you. That's why the last girl quit her job."
Tears streaked down from Susan Edwards' eyes.
"Take it easy on her, Ted," Freddie said as he took off his pants and stood there in his shorts.
"You're awful," she said angrily. "What am 1 going to do if he does put the make on me?"
"You're gonna suck his prick like you sucked Ted's cock," he told her.
Susan couldn't get over how disgusting Ted was being.
"You're grotesque," she said, her lips pouting as she thought about the blackmail that he was working against her for free sex.
"Now, baby," he told her, "you can please your boss. Jeffrey is a very nice man. As a matter of fact, he'll offer you a raise when he plans to screw you.
That's what he did to the last gal, Loretta."
"Loretta?" she demanded. "He told me that Loretta quit because she was moving."
Shaking his head, Freddie told her the truth. "I'm afraid he does exaggerate. Actually, Loretta wanted to stay on, but Jeffrey figured if she wouldn't fuck, she had to go. So when you came in we all figured you'd probably get the job as you were quite a sex package."
There was a brief pause while Susan Edwards took in what was being told to her. She was disgusted as she thought about the fact that she was right back where she started. Now Freddie was pulling off his shorts. His throbbing cock flipped up into view.
"Hey, you've got a big one," his buddy smiled.
"Don't be envious," Freddie said as he began massaging his balls and pulling on his huge penis.
"Look what you're gonna get," Ted grinned as he pointed at Freddie's huge, throbbing penis. "Isn't that a fantastic cock?"
Susan saw the humor in the situation at last.
"And to think I had to go to night school to get a job at a fucking office," she quipped.
Ted laughed.
"Hey, you're gonna get something real nice," Freddie assured her. "I'm gonna give you some good thick cream. I guess you know how to suck and I want you to show me how you do it."
He went over to the bed and lay back, spreading his legs. He looked at the blonde, sculptured, creamy thighs of the gorgeous blonde. He could hardly wait to have sex with her. But first he wanted her to do a little licking.
"Do you know how to use your tongue, Susan?" he asked, opening his mouth and wiggling his tongue.
"Does'Susan know how to use her tongue?" his buddy Ted chuckled as he came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "She's the original tongue girl. Show him what a hot mouth you've got, honey."
Susan reached up and got some pillows. She eased the pillows under Freddie's buttocks.
"What are you doing that for?" Freddie asked her curiously.
"I might as well give you the best tongue job I know how. Ted has made such a fantastic thing out of your huge cock that I suppose I should lick your balls, suck your cock, and even give you a tongue fuck up your asshole." He was excited now, contemplating it. "I haven't had my ass sucked since I was in Panama," he chuckled. "When I was in the Navy I went to a whorehouse down there. A lovely young lady licked my ass and pulled on my cock. It was wonderful the way that girl could wiggle her tongue and excite me. I really loved it." Not to be outdone, Susan smiled. "Maybe I can do it even better." "Well, let's find out," he suggested. She didn't waste a minute. Grasping his huge cock, she licked the underside of his shaft. Her tongue flipped about his balls. Then she let her tongue slip to his ass crack.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he felt her tongue stab right up his rectum. "OOOHHH, SUCK MY ASS," he panted as she tongue fucked him in his tight anus.
She reached to the base of his shaft and pulled rhythmically, stimulating him all the more. He loved it when she withdrew her tongue from his rectum and sucked his balls.
"OOOHHH," he gasped, "YES. I LOVE IT. COME ON. SUCK ME, SUCK ME."
Her lips fastened firmly on his cock shaft. Her head bobbed up and down furiously. Susan's eyes were open as she watched his huge rigid prong of male flesh. It stood out proudly from his legs. She enjoyed pulling on his prick with her mouth and at the same time letting her finger stick in his asshole.
"You know you're gonna like it when I shoot," he said as he watched her sucking smoothly.
He kept fucking her face and he had never been sucked like that before. She acted as if she was starved for it. Reaching out, he gripped her head. He watched as she leaned down and dipped her head up and down.
"OOOHHH, LICK AND SUCK IT," he panted. "OOOHHHH, YES, YES, SUCK IT."
Waves of pure sensation rippled through his entire body.
"EAT IT, OOOHHH, SUCK IF OFF," he urged frantically.
She went on sucking, kissing, licking and nibbling at his huge prick. He loved the way she was doing it for him.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, SUCK, SUCK IT."
She was breathing hotly now and his throbbing prick was ready to explode. He loved the way her fevered lips and tongue energetically sucked him in. His eyes paid homage to that wonderful mouth of hers as she went on sucking.
She could feel the skewering thickness of his long, sliding penis as it drove down her throat again and again.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he grunted as he finished unloading his thick, juicy sperm in her mouth.
She pulled her lips off his cock.
"Did you get enough?" he grinned.
She nodded. There was a trace of cum at the tip of his shaft.
"Clean it off," he told her.
She held his pulsing penis in her hand and licked the head of his rubbery cock.
"OOOHHH, YOU SUCK REAL NICE," he told her.
It was apparent that Ted was eager now for some more action. Susan could see what Ted had in mind, for he was lying beside her with his huge hard-on pressing against her ass cheeks.
"Tell me, Ted," she said quietly, "what do you want from me now?"
"I want to stick my prick up your ass," he said seriously. "And you can get Freddie to fuck your cunt. When he gets his cock hard again he can give you a good cunt fuck and I'll give you the most fantastic ass fuck you've ever had."
It was difficult for her to accept what was happening.
"I used to get a couple hundred dollars to put on an exhibition fuck like that," she reminded him.
"Forget it," Ted shook his head. "You're gonna give us a freebie fuck. You're lucky. Fantastic Freddie and Tremendous Teddie."
The thought of giving them free sex didn't appeal to her at all.
"You tightwad," she snapped indignantly.
"What makes a hormone?" he. asked, eyeing her.
"I'll bite. What does make a hormone?" she asked.
"A whore moans when she doesn't get her money," "he chuckled.
Susan Edwards had a good sense of humor and laughed, too.
"You're as rotten as you always were, Ted. Only ihis time you're even worse. I'm not anxious to have your big prick sliding up my ass."
However, she had no options. He looked at her round ass cheeks and he was determined that he was going to fuck her.
"Lie on your back, Freddie," Ted suggested, �'and she can mount you. Then I will mount her."
Freddie lay on his back. He was jacking his cock to get it hard. It didn't take long for his penis to get mother hard-on. Then Susan began mounting him. She straddled him, then pulled his huge penis to her pussy and shoved down.
His eager cock plunged into her cunt. Before she could look back, she felt Ted straddling her. His huge penis was aimed for her ass.
"NOW I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR BUTT," he said as he began working his thick prick between her ass cheeks. �jp
A lecherous expression surfaced on his face as he rammed forward.
"YOU'RE GONNA GET FUCKED," he told her. "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU DOG STYLE."
His cock plunged right up her white ass, which was high in the air. Her buttocks were spread lewdly apart. He was fucking her dog fashion. Only he wasn't satisfied. Her weren't moving swiftly enough to please him.
"KEEP YOUR TAIL TWISTING," Ted insisted. "THAT'S IT! MOVE IT!"
His throbbing penis plunged up her tight asshole. As she accepted his long, hard cock between her beautiful buttocks, she wondered how much of this she could take.
"OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP," he told her as he looked down at the hungry, sucking motion of her buttocks.
All the while her ass cheeks churned she was providing pleasure for Freddie, too. Freddie loved the way her cuntal muscles clasped against his sliding prick.
"FUCK, OOOHHH, FUCK," he commanded. "OHHHH, BABY, SCREW IT."
This was about the most exciting moment she had ever known. She loved the way he was giving it to her. Susan twisted her hips erotically.
"UP YOUR ASS," Ted exclaimed. "OOOHHH, BABY, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL."
He slapped her buttocks roughly as his throbbing prick filled her ass all the way. With every upthrust she would pull back. Then her cuntal muscles would clasp Freddie's throbbing prick.
"HEY, THIS IS SURE GOOD FUCKING," Freddie panted as he came alive and his balls began burning with sperm.
The pleasure of having two men was stimulating. She seemed to become more excited having the two of them than just one.
"OOOHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT," she gasped as she felt his skewering cock rapidly pistoning in her asshole. "SCREW ME. HIGHER. FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE."
Savagely Ted rammed it to her. His balls slapped against her upturned buttocks as he drove in forcefully. He forced her thighs wider apart so all of her hungry asshole could take him. He drove in deeper, penetrating her where no one ever screwed her before. She began to whimper like an animal as she felt his strong prick riding inside of her.
Her body was sweating. Cries of pleasure issued from her throat as she felt her own orgasm coming doser. She looked into Freddie's gleaming brown eyes. He was obviously enjoying himself.
"FUCK HER ASS, TED," he cried out. "KEEP UP THE SCREWING. I CAN FEEL YOUR PRICK DRIVING INSIDE OF HER."
It was true. Freddie could feel Ted's driving, stabbing prick inside of her ass. It was a delicious sensation trying to make it together. Her cuntal muscles grabbing at his stabbing prick and his buddy ramming it to her from behind.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES," Ted exclaimed, "I'M GONNA MAKE IT, BABY. KEEP TWISTING YOUR ASS FOR ME. LIKE THAT. NOW YOU'RE DOING IT."
He was fucking the hell out of her. He slapped her round ass cheeks as he went on fucking. His hands gripped the twin moons of her trembling buttocks, stretching them farther apart so he could see his prick as it drove in past the tight puckered ring of her anus.
"OOOHHH, YES, YES," he panted as he pumped it into her, "COME ON, BABY. YOU LIKE TO FUCK. COME ON, FUCK IT."
She wanted cock. More cock. She wanted it tilling her to bursting.
He kept driving his prick up her ass with frenzied stabbing plunges. It was amazing how much pleasure her tight little asshole was giving him.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE KILLING ME," she groaned, "BUT I LOVE IT. FUCK IT, FUCK IIIIITTT."
The pain that she had experienced in her asshole was giving way to wailing cries of pleasure. She was enjoying it. He clenched the muscles of her quaking, moon-like buttocks as he drove in. The rubbery hardness of her asshole pleased him.
His cock was gripped tightly by the warm constricting sheath of her ass. She was incredibly tight. He could get it all in there now. He looked down with lust-glazed eyes at the sight of his own rigid cock disappearing into her tight little asshole, sliding in deeper and deeper until at last his loins smacked up against her ass cheeks. His balls dangled lewdly against her buttocks. Seizing her hips firmly, he began to fuck with short strokes that gradually lengthened and increased in speed. He thought he would go out of his mind with the clasping sensation of her asshole, obscenely pulling on his prick as he drove it savagely into her.
It was amazing to Susan how much pleasure she was deriving from having Freddie's massively throbbing cock driving inside of her pussy while Ted buried his prick in her ass. He went on mercilessly impaling her with his solid spear. She could feel thrust after thrust as his balls slapped lewdly against her behind.
Ted was deriving a strange sadistic satisfaction from sodomizing her. But what pleased him even more was the way that she was actively taking part in her own depravity as she shoved her ass back to get his prick.
She began to move her body rhythmically backward and forward in time with Ted's thrusts into her now bucking ass cheeks. The thought of this wild fuck which was being observed by Freddie sent licentious enjoyment pulsing through her lust-crazed body. She looked at Freddie and could see how delighted and excited he was.
Freddie watched her breasts sway and jiggle as she pumped her hips.
"OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD," she panted. "FUCK ME. OOOHHH, FUCK MY ASS. OOOHHH, TED, BABY, FUCK MY ASS!" The vile words pouring from her lips excited Ted. He pummeled her incessantly with his rock-hard penis while she kept begging for more and more of him. She was insatiable. She had to be fucked. And it was his pleasure, his duty to screw her.
His orgasm was coming closer, even closer. He couldn't keep up such a furious pace much longer. He knew he was going to blast her ass with his hot load of cum any moment now. He was going to squirt everything he had right up her rectum.
Animalistic guttural sounds slashed forth from within Susan's throat as her heaving, sweat-soaked body jerked and convulsed in a rapid, orgiastic rhythm as she screwed her buttocks frantically back on Ted's driving prick, seeking to pull more and more of his cock up into her.
All at once the crazed young blonde reach down between her legs and gripped Freddie's cock, driving it deeper into her pussy. She thrilled to the erotic sensations that she was realizing as the two of them fucked. It was wonderful. Freddie was surprised by the pleasure he could derive fucking her. Through the thin wall of flesh separating her rectum and vagina, he could actually feel every cock thrust of Ted, going in and out of her. As the fire in Ted's wildly buffetted loins increased, he rammed it to her harder.
"YES, BABY, YES," he gasped, "I'M GONNA FUCK IT."
Her ass cheeks milked him frantically as hot, white cum shot from his cock head.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M CUMMING," he gasped. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
He groaned in mounting ecstasy.
"BABY," he told her, "KEEP YOUR ASS GRINDING. TWIST IT, TWIST IT."
Susan kept her ass grinding just as Ted told her 10. More sperm spurted from his cock head. At the same time Freddie got his rocks off again. Susan was bathed in scalding cum in her pussy and in her asshole.
Both men could tell how much the other was en-Joying it from the wild cock thrusts as they went on shoving into her.
First Ted pulled his prick out of her slippery asshole. He rolled over and went into a"laughing
"What's so funny?" Susan asked as she eased her cunt off Freddie's cock. "Oh, I was just thinking about the boss," he ex-plained. "He was hiring a secretary so he could get a fresh piece of ass. But honey, you've been had." The stunning blonde young woman was furious.
"Look, I'm only twenty-eight," she snapped, "and I was only making it for three years. So what the hell?"
"You're over the hill," Freddie laughed. "They say twenty-five is the golden age for any girl. After that, it's all downhill."
Susan lashed back swiftly.
"Where are you guys at?" she demanded. "You don't look like a teenager, Ted."
Ted was angry at her making fun of his age.
"And you, Freddie," she smiled without humor.
"You're not exactly a kid either. So I think it's rather absurd for either of you to make out that
I'm not exactly a young nympho. Look, my tits still stand up. I've got a great shape. And I don't want any of that lousy talk about me being over the hill." Ted tried to explain why he found, the entire situation so funny.
"You don't understand," he said, shaking his head. "Jeffrey Stevens, the head of Castle Industries, was looking for a fresh piece. I mean, he always likes a gal that he figures hasn't been around. Nothing he likes better than breaking in a virgin."
Susan smiled.
"I'll buy a chastity belt," she told him. "If he get his kicks that way, I could even put a lock on my pussy. He might get a big charge out of opening up a lock and finding it."
He shook his head.
"That would hardly be necessary," he told her. "But if you want to, of course, that's your business."
She didn't find it funny.
"You've got a warped, twisted sense of humor. Did anyone ever tell you that?"
He looked at his cock, which always came out at an angle.
"I heard some women make dirty cracks about my prick. I mean, it angles off to the right a little."
Susan looked at his cock, which always came out at an angle. "Well, all you have to find is a woman who has a cunt at a right angle."
Freddie saw the humor and they both burst out laughing. , "Hey, let's have drinks," Ted suggested. "I'll call room service. Only we've got to make sure the bellhop doesn't come in. We wouldn't want him to have any idea that we were seducing a sweet young thing like Susan."
Ted gof on the phone and called room service. They placed their orders and then he hung up the phone.
"Now and then," he suggested, "we could all have a good time. As a matter of fact, honey, you would go wild over one of the guys who works in our office. He's a nice-looking black dude with a huge cock. I mean, it's like something in sci-fi film. It's long. That is, if you think you could take it."
Susan stood up proudly. She cupped her breasts in her hands. She let her hands wander down to her pussy. Inserting an index finger in her vagina, she began a slow, sensuous rhythm.
"Hey, that's nice," Freddie said. "I knew a go-go dancer who used to fuck herself with her finger. Then she'd stick her finger out and ask for a guy to lick it."
Susan smiled.
"You see, you go to high-class places," she told him. "I could tell that. Baby, when I get it there I'll let you lick my finger. How about that?"
Freddie smiled.
"Any time" he told her. "I'm the original cunt- lapper."
Just then there was a knock at the door. Their liquor order was being delivered by room service.
Chapter Five
When Susan went to work the following day, her boss called her into his office.
"I want you to take a little dictation, dear," he told her, "and then I would appreciate your jnse to the letters. I mean, if you think they are worded." She nodded.
"Certainly, Mr. Stevens."Call me Jeffrey," he smiled at her in a con-'al manner.
She looked at Jeffrey Stevens. Sighing heavily, she nodded. "Yes, Jeffrey."
Jeffrey had a high forehead, impressive, deep-set eyes and a strong jaw line. When he looked at her it was almost as if he was studying her and contemplating having sex with her. It bothered her.
"All right, we'll begin," he announced. "The first letter will go to New York. It's going to be addressed to John Barkham."
She took the letter and the day seemed to speed by. When the day was over, Jeffrey Stevens asked her to stay late.
"There's going to be a little overtime tonight," he told her.
Sure enough, just as she suspected. Overtime, She knew what that might lead to.
After everyone was gone, he called her into his office and once more started talking about dictation. But then he tricked her into talking about herself.
"I really don't know much about you," he told her. "I mean, I wasn't able to get a response from any of those references you gave."
Susan looked at him nervously. She knew very well that she had lied about her background. She simply didn't have any references.
"References?" she asked innocently.
Jeffrey Stevens got to his feet and paced back and forth in his office.
"Yes," he repeated. "You put down three references of prior employers. We checked them all out and they said they'd never heard of you."
Susan smiled.
"I must have been using my other name," she tried to explain.
"Other name?" Jeffrey Stevens wheeled around quickly. "Do you have a criminal record?"
"No," she smiled. "But I thought Susan Edwards was a good name and I changed mine."
He didn't believe her for a moment.
"I doubt that," he told her. "As a matter of fact, I doubt a lot of things you have told me, young lady. Let's just say that you have tricked me into hiring you. It appears that your work is good. However, I want to know why you would do such a thing."
Susan again repeated what she'd told him.
"I wonder," he told her, "if you would like to go out to dinner with me tonight. We could discuss all of this over dinner much easier. Cocktails and wine and a pleasant atmosphere and it's always easier to talk under such circumstances."
At first she hesitated. Then she stopped to realize how few options she had in the matter, she agreed.
"Yes, why not?" she smiled.
Jeffrey.Stevens selected a beautiful restaurant which wasn't too far from the office building on Peachtree Street and it was on the top floor of a large bank building. It had a great city view and the roof garden provided a most pleasurable atmosphere.
"Oh, I love it here," she exclaimed.
"It is lovely, isn't it?" Jeffrey smiled. "Just like you are."
"Oh, Mr. Stevens, I never knew you noticed," she smiled.
"I notice everything," he smiled assuredly. "That's how I got to the top in Castle Industries."
It was obvious that he was proud of his achievements.
Over dinner he tried to get her to unwind and reveal more about herself.
"You haven't told me too much about your life," he insisted.
"If you must know," Susan said sadly, "my father died before I graduated from high school. Mother, unfortunately, was not a very good influence."
"How do you mean?" Jeffrey asked, his smoldering brown eyes looking at her blonde beauty and listening to every word like they were drops of honey from her lips.
"Mom went out with other men," she shook her head, "and I think dad found out. It broke his heart. As a matter of fact, I think it killed him. Can a person die of a broken heart?"
Jeffrey studied her.
"Yes, I think it's possible," he nodded. "When a man's will to live is gone, he's through."
Revealing how her mother had conducted herself was the very clue that Jeffrey Stevens required to understand her past.
"And what did you think of your mother going out with different men?"
Susan was reluctant to talk about it. Finally she blurted, "I thought she was a fucking tramp. Does that answer your question?"
Jeffrey smiled.
"Damn it, I like a woman who is on the level.
There's no beating around the bush with you."
"I try to be honest," she admitted candidly, "but it isn't always easy. But I do try."
Jeffrey studied her. As he looked at her shimmering blonde hair falling to her shoulders, her fair skin and that flawless complexion, he desired her enormously. What appealed to him most of all were her tantalizing breasts. It was obvious she didn't wear a brassiere and her nipple tips pressed against the silken fabric of her blouse.
"Honey," he finally told her, "why did you have to be so damned appealing?"
Without batting an eye, Susan looked right at him and said, "Why do you have to be so damned horny?"
Jeffrey burst out laughing.
"Heavens, you don't mince words. I might as well ask you the next obvious question."
"I know that one," Susan said sullenly as she looked down.
"Will you?" he asked as she envisioned him .aking off his clothes and slipping between the sheets with her.
"Maybe," Susan replied reluctantly.
It was not easy to answer Jeffrey's questions. For Susan knew that there was something definitely appealing about her boss. Not just because he was over her and the power to promote fcer, but because of the fact that he had a way of looking at her that turned her on. It bothered her.
"You're fascinating to me," she told him. "You I know that, don't you?"
"I guess so," he replied.
An hour later when they were driving in his car to his private residence in a suburb of Atlanta, she told him, "Have you ever been married?,, Jeffrey shook his head.
"No, but I've lived with different women," he told her in a tight-lipped way.
"Why didn't you ever get married?"
"Marriage is for the birds," he finally snapped. "I don't believe in it as an institution. I think if two people love each other all they need is loyalty. And you don't get much of that in marriage anymore."
"You ought to give it a chance," she said in a sensuous voice.
"Don't go acting as if you're the perfect idealist," he quipped.
"No, I guess I've been a realist," she assured him.
" When they got to his place, a Georgian, white-pillared mansion on the outskirts of the city, she was impressed.
"You live in style, baby," she told him. "I wish I lived like this."
He laughed.
"I guess I do live pretty good."
"You bet your ass you do," she told him.
It was glaringly apparent to her that he had plenty of money and could marry any woman he wanted to. However, he enjoyed his little excursions into sex with a variety of women. In that way he could have all of the pleasure and none of the responsibility. It kind of galled her to think that he was so superficial. Yet, he was handsome and she knew that it would be pleasurable going to bed with him.
When they were in his home and he was going over to the bar to get her a drink, she hesitated for a tense moment.
"I asked you," he reminded her, "what do you want to drink?"
"Oh, Scotch on the rocks," she told him.
She sipped her Scotch slowly while he drank his vodka.
"A girl like you can be an asset to a man in business," he told her, "because it sort of relieves tension."
"What kind of tension?" she asked, scratching her head.
"Crotch tension," he explained. "I mean, sometimes during the day when I feel the need of a fuck, I will have you there to come crawling over to me on your knees and give me a blow job."
Susan's eyes blazed with rage. How did any man ever dare suggest that she come crawling to him? However, she kept her cool, threw her head back, and laughed.
"You're a dreamer," she told him. "Women crawling to give a man a cock suck underneath the desk is gone. Gone with the wind."
Smiling steadily at her, he didn't take his gaze off her bosoms.
"You are a naive fool," he told her, "but a tempting, delicious and appealing blonde fool. Let's go into the bedroom, Susan. I'm anxious to see what you have waiting for me between your legs."
Susan snapped. "What do you think you're gonna see between my legs? Do you think I'm a fucking freak or something?"
"I know what you've got there, honey," he told her. "I know the general design. But I'm interested in seeing what your particular pussy looks like. Come here, sweetheart. I'll put my spotlight on your cunt and then I'll lick it. I hope you don't mind having your cunt sucked."
Again Susan laughed.
"No, as a matter of fact I enjoy it. I enjoy it most when a man crawls over my crotch and licks it and gets his nose right in there and sucks. How about that?"
She had thrown the ball back to him. He had mentioned crawling and she had given him a dose of the same medicine.
Jeffrey took it in the right way.
"Damn it, you've got a delightful sense of humor. Now let's get into the bedroom and get cracking. I want to see how much fun we can have tonight."
Slowly, she took her clothes off. He watched her carefully. She saw him undress from the corner of her eye. When he took off his shorts and his penis came into view, she was amazed. He had a huge, throbbing, pulsing penis. Maybe that was why he demanded so much satisfaction. He could hear her breathing increasing in its pace as she got turned on looking at his huge cock.
"Does it look like good licking?" he asked as he began to stroke himself.
"Well, there's certainly a lot of quantity," she replied cagily, "and if there's as much quality as there is quantity, I guess you have quite a pecker."
At that moment she was easing out of her panties. His eyes rivetted on her fur-trimmed triangle.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "You sure are beautiful. I mean, I've never seen anything quite like you."
He was over to her and on his knees.
"Worship it," she exclaimed. "Worship at the shrine of my pussy, cunt lapper."
He enjoyed having a woman talk to him like this. The beaded rim of moistness around her cunt tantalized his tongue. His tongue flipped out and he suddenly was licking her.
"OOOHHH," she groaned. "YES, YESSSSS. I LOVE IIIIITTT. AAAHHH, OOOHHHH YES, YESSSS, SUCK MEEEEE."
His mouth was pressed suction cup tight against her crotch. His tongue flipped gingerly back and forth inside of her velvety vagina.
"I LOVE THAT," she exclaimed as he worked energetically up and down her clitoris. "NIBBLE ME," she panted. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS. SUCK MY PUSSY."
His tongue flipped back and forth across her vagina. He nibbled her clit and closed his eyes in awe and appreciation.
Reaching down, she gripped his head. She ground her hot, juicy pussy in his face and told him to suck.
"EAT IT, YOU CUNT LAPPER," she cried out crudely.
It was turning Jeffrey on. Just as she figured, he wanted her to talk dirty.
"GET DOWN THERE, BABY," she panted as she pumped her hips, "AND SUCK. THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED. OHHH, JEFFREY, YOU CUNT LAPPER, YOU CUNT EATER. LICK IT. THAT'S IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, THAT'S IT!"
Pumping her hips rhythmically, she kept grinding her cunt in his face until she suddenly juiced.
Frantically pumping and groaning she gushed in his mouth as he hungrily lapped up her cuntal juices.
She could feel his hot breath against her crotch as he pulled his tongue from her vagina. Jeffrey got to his feet.
"You're a tasty, tempting piece of ass," he told her. "I'm so glad you work for me."
All of a sudden it came back to her. This was her boss, the man she worked for. And she had figured her days of hustling were over. How little she knew. How many women had been hustling on the side? Going home with the boss, licking his prick or whatever else he told them to suck and lick. It was dreadful. The vague, faraway look in her eyes troubled Jeffrey.
"Anything wrong?" he asked.
Jolted back to reality by the vision she had of womanhood selling itself any way it could, she nodded.
"Yes," she told him flatly. "Why is it women get stuck with guys like you, Jeffrey? Guys who are such bastards underneath."
Jeffrey laughed.
"I suck your cunt and you call me a bastard. Well, I'm a dumb bastard to suck your cunt. You can't show any appreciation for what I've done."
She apologized.
"I'm sorry," she told him. "It's just that . . . well, you know. I mean, I work for you and you're using that fact. If I wasn't your secretary, you wouldn't expect this. But you've got that power over me and you're playing your power for all it's worth, Jeffrey. Be honest!"
Jeffrey's steady brown eyes remained cool as he looked at her and pointed to the bed.
"Get on the bed," he told her, "so you can start sucking. I wanna find out how talented your tongue is when it slides up my asshole.
That was the very first clue she had of what he expected. What a devil, she thought to herself, to conceive of such a thing as licking his asshole. She hoped that he was joking. However, she soon found out that he wasn't joking and was quite serious.
"LICK ME," he ordered. "LICK MY THIGHS, LICK MY BALLS AND MY PRICK. THAT'S IT, HONEY. AROUND THE INNER THIGHS. MASSAGE AND STROKE MY COCK . . . LICK MY BUTT."
Her hands wandered around his balls and his thighs. She got her head down in there and let her tongue go to work. He thrilled to the sensation of her tongue flipping back and forth across her inner thighs, arousing and stimulating him all the way.
But that wasn't enough. He parted his legs and eased his hands under his buttocks. Parting his ass cheeks gingerly he told her what more he expected. "GET YOUR FACE DOWN THERE," he snapped in a demeaning tone, "AND LICK MY ASSHOLE. SHOW ME WHAT A GOOD TONGUE GIRL YOU ARE."
Chapter Six
How disgusting, Susan thought to herself. Obviously he expected her to do the most demeaning things.
"All right," she agreed, "if that's what you want, Jeffrey."
Jeffrey nodded and smiled. A gloating look surfaced in his eyes as she got down there farther between his legs. Her tongue swept over his curving ass cheeks. But that wasn't enough to satisfy his twisted carnal appetites.
"TONGUE FUCK MY ASSHOLE," he insisted. "THAT'S IT. TONGUE FUCK IT." Slowly her tongue snaked along his anus. That still wasn't enough.
"WORK IT UP THERE," he told her. "GO AHEAD, DO IT."
Why did she get all of the dirty work? she wondered. What a sick idea he had. When she didn't instantly stiffen her tongue and slide it up his rectum, he complained.
"What's wrong with you?" he demanded. "Now get that tongue right up there."
She wriggled under his legs even more. Sensuously, she let her tongue ease up his asshole. "OOOHHH," he groaned in a nervous-sounding way, "YES. OHHHH, WHAT A SWEET, ASS-LICKING LADY YOU ARE."
Jeffrey wasn't very romantic. What a drastic thing he expected her to do.
Mischievously he looked down at her. He enjoyed watching her reduced to a groveling, ass sucking female pleasing him.
"You can't imagine how I love that," he told her with a wicked smile as her tongue stabbed up his rectum all the way.
She finally pulled her tongue from his rectum and licked tenderly at his bloated balls. He loved the way her tongue flicked and caressed his nuts.
"OOOHHH, OPEN YOUR MOUTH ALL THE WAY AND SUCK THEM IN," he told her.
She opened her mouth and sucked his balls in. Then she slowly, lovingly touched the bloated rigidity of his cock. She caressed it longingly, appreciatively. That got him more excited, and then she licked the mushroontshaped head of his cock.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he panted as his throbbing cock flesh quivered with desire.
He could hardly wait to shove his lengthy shaft into her mouth. He wanted to rock his lust-bloated cock against the back of her throat.
"SUCK ME," he hissed. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS. SUCK MEEEE."
Her lips fastened firmly on his slick cock. Reaching out, he guided her.
"OOOHHH, SUCK ME," he panted as he closed his eyes and sighed from the wickedly lascivious sensations that she was generating in his loins. "COME ON, SUCK ME," he insisted. "EAT IT. OH, BABY, I WANT TO SEE YOU SWALLOW IT."
Jeffrey gasped excitedly as the blonde girl's head bobbed up. and down on his meaty, hard prick.
"AAAHHH, OHHHH, YES, YES. SUCK MY PRICK. SUCK IT OFF. COME ON, SUCK EVERY INCH OF IT."
She kept her mouth fastened firmly on his stabbing, sliding prick.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, EAT ME," he panted as he almost choked her with his prick meat.
He knew that it wasn't going to be much longer until he was cumming.
"FINGER FUCK MY ASS," he ordered. "PLAY WITH MY BALLS. WORK YOUR MOUTH UP AND DOWN THEM. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES."
His body was writhing and squirming while she sucked on his penis with emotion and feeling.
With both hands he grasped her head tightly. He forced her down as he orgasmed in her mouth. Cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she finished sucking off his prick.
When he finished, he pulled away. "Baby," he told her, "you were really a good cock artist. You know how to suck. You give great head."
She smiled as she looked up at him.
"I'm happy I pleased you."
"You know, you suck like a pro," he told her.
"Is that right?" she laughed as she tried to divert him.
It was apparent that he'd been around and could tell how skillfully she could give a cock suck.
"Let me show you what I can do with my tongue," Jeffrey said, a wicked gleam coming into his eyes. "Now you just sit on my face, honey, and I'll lick you. You'll love it."
Susan couldn't think of anything she would enjoy more than sitting on her boss' face. With a gurgling cry of wanton passion, she pressed her trembling ass cheeks over his lips. "SUCK IT," she smiled. It pleased him that she was so uninhibited. He was anxious to let his tongue please her sensitive flesh.
His tongue gently licked and sucked around her ass and then he inserted it in her pussy. He pumped it in her cunt and nibbled her clit. She was gasping for air as he thrilled her there.
"YES, JEFFREY," she groaned, "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, GET YOUR TONGUE IN THERE . . . HIGHER . . . HIGHER!"
The shapely naked blonde was grinding her pussy in his mouth. She loved having him insert his tongue ever deeper. His hands caressed her voluptuous ass cheeks as she pumped up and down in his face lustfully.
"EAT ME," Susan begged frantically. "OOOHHH, SUCK MY PUSSY. OHHHH, JEFFREY, I LOVE IT."
Again and again his tongue swept inside of her. She did taste fantastic. She had such beautiful buttocks. He loved the sight of her perfectly shaped tits jiggling as her breasts swayed heavily when she pumped up and down in a sensuous rhythm on his upraised tongue.
"EAT ME, EAT ME," she groaned. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK MY PUSSY, SUCK IT."
Her hips pumped up and down as he licked and sucked with red-faced enthusiasm.
"YES," she panted as she gushed.
He was hungrily lapping her up now, enjoying it. And she was also enjoying it enormously.
"EAT ME," she begged frantically. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, YES, YESSSSS, DO ME, DO MEEEEEE."
She couldn't seem to get enough of him. He was providing her with every ecstatic thrill she'd ever wanted.
"SUCK ME, SUCK ME, JEFFREY," Susan groaned.
Jeffrey lapped her up and then withdrew his tongue from her pink, moist pussy. Slowly she eased off him. She lay at the end of the bed, her breath coming quickly. She looked at the magnificent bedroom that surrounded her. There were mirrors on one side from floor to ceiling. The soft music that added pleasure to their sex interlude was coming from hidden speakers in the room.
"You've got a nice place here," she told him.
He looked at her as her blonde hair swirled about her bare shoulders.
"It's nice," he admitted.
"Tell me," she told him, "don't you get lonely?"
"Why?" he asked. "I have plenty of girls who are dying to come here. You see, it isn't like it used to be. Respectable women, who are not afraid to respond to the desperate cry of their body when it comes to sex, are asking to be fucked."
She smiled.
"You're just telling me that. I'll bet you have plenty of trouble dragging women who don't work for you to your lair."
She knew she'd better not go too far as he might get angry.
"You trying to say the only reason women will screw with me is 'cause I hold the power of their job over them?"
"On, no, I was just teasing," she said coyly.
"Teasing, my ass," Jeffrey told her flatly. "You know it's the fucking truth. That's how I get them there. Sure, they know if they don't want to give me a screw when I feel the need to tear off a piece of ass they're out on their butt. You would be, too. Sure, you know how to type and you're damned good at shorthand. But you have to give that Uttle extra something, like your cunt."
Jeffrey could be so crude. In the office he was polished and the perfect picture of a disciphned boss. But now, as he stretched out naked, he was lewd and obscene.
"Don't look at me like that," he told her. "What the fuck are you thinking?"
"Oh, what a nice man you are," she lied.
Even though he was certain that wasn't what she was thinking, he didn't care.
"There's one way I would like to make it with you," he suggested quickly, "and I'll tell you what that is. I'd like to have you on the floor, crawling around. Then I'll get my belt out."
He winked as he got to his feet and walked to the closet. He picked out a thick leather belt and snapped it in the air.
"Would you please tell me why it's necessary for me to get down on all fours and crawl on the floor?"
Lustfully he twisted the belt in his hands.
"Because," he told her, "it gives me great pleasure to ride a girl's ass after I have over-, powered her."
"You're a depraved animal!" she said, her voice atremor with emotion.
He laughed.
"Forget it, if you're not interested," he told her. "And by the way, you don't have to come to work tomorrow."
He was holding her job out as a tantalizing morsel. If she succumbed to every depraved, erotic wish that he had in mind, he would let her stay on at her post. If she refused ... she knew what would happen.
Smiling, the alluring blonde got to the floor.
"I'll do as you say," she looked up at Jeffrey.
He grinned lasciviously.
"That's more like it," he told her. "Now just crawl. I want to see you crawl."
She began crawling across the floor. Her hands pressed down on the carpeting as he followed close behind with the belt. Lashing the belt across her velvety smooth blonde ass cheeks pleased him. She glanced over her shoulder and saw his cock throbbing back to life. His balls were twitching with lusty desire as he went on gently whipping her ass. It didn't hurt and it obviously was giving him great pleasure. As he began stinging somewhat more, she saw his cock lengthening and strengthening.
"OH, BABY," he told her, "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU GOOD."
He got down on the floor. Rapidly he got himself in position. His hands massaged her buttocks. He obviously enjoyed playing with her ass cheeks this way. Then he split into his hand, applying his own spittle to his huge prick.
"You're gonna get fucked," he told her as he angled his prick toward her asshole.
Parting the soft velvety flesh of her buttocks, he began driving his prick into her defenselessly upraised behind.
Her mouth fell open in disbelief as she watched him lustfully driving into her with such a depraved expression.
Susan's confusion built as he mounted her. She wondered how much of this she could stand. With an awful, hard, deep plunge, he lustfully rammed up her ass. She let out a cry of pain. Then she felt him touching the sensitive underside of her right breast. He was pinching the nipple as he rode into her.
He began softly caressing both bosoms as he furiously fucked her ass in an obscene way.
"FUCK, FUCK," he hissed lewdly in her ear as he rammed it to her.
She looked in the mirrors which went from floor to ceiling. There they were on the floor in a primitive position. She was bending over and he was ramming it to her. ^
"FUCK IT," he said as he plunged the bulbous cock head deeper up her ass.
He was driving in with all of his might.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he panted as he pumped it to her, "YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT."
The heated length of his cock rode up her ass. It tortured her. She wondered how much she could take of it. Small warning spasms in her rectum, however, told her that she was enjoying it. Pleasure was radiating down from her legs.
"GRIND YOUR ASS, HONEY," he ordered lewdly.
She clenched her fingers tightly and ground her hips. She felt the thick rubbery shaft stabbing up her behind without mercy.
"OOOHH, AAAHHHH," he groaned as he continued fucking her.
Inch after inch of his prick rode inside of her. Gradually she fell into an easy motion, responding to his driving prick stabs. She could feel his lust-swollen cock head stabbing deeper, penetrating her ass where no one had ever been before.
"COME ON, BABY," he panted, "JUST GRIND YOUR BUTT. I'M GONNA FUCK YOU."
Lasciviously he began caressing and playing with her bosoms while he fucked her ass. She could feel him sliding up her sweat-soaked behind as he kept driving in all the way. Her squirming, twisting ass gave him the kind of pleasure that he wanted.
"I'M GONNA GET EVERY INCH UP THERE, BABY," he told her as he drove his hotly throbbing penis farther up her ass. "LOOK IN THE MIRROR," he ordered. "COME ON, ASS FUCKER, WATCH. I'M GONNA SODOMIZE YOU GOOD."
She could hardly stand the pain of his prick riding in so deeply. She glanced in the mirror. He was ramming it to her with all of his might.
"FUCK, FUCK," he exclaimed hotly. "FUCK!"
The tight elastic flesh of her ass gave way as he drove in with all of his throbbing might.
"You're gonna get it," he told her as his thick turgid cock shaft rode up her ass in a regular rhythm.
Susan's buttocks rocked back to accept his prick. It pleased him when he saw her bucking back this way.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH," he groaned, "THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT. COME ON, FUCK. FUCK IT."
He was giving it to her with all of his force.
"YES, YES," he exclaimed hotly. "FUCK COME ON, BABY, FUCK IT."
Hot, throbbing thrills shot through her body now. She had never experienced anything quite so arousing, quite so stimulating.
Her hips twisted obediently as he went on ramming in. He increased the tempo of his cock stabs. He was driving in to an unbearable degree. She wondered how much she could take of the thickness of his penis. It was enormous.
"OOOHHH, I LIKE TO ASS FUCK," he said.
His face was contorted with his own lust.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "YES, BABY, YES."
He thrust again and again, driving deep up her butt. As her ass cheeks opened she could feel a cool rush of air. She could feel his balls slapping against her butt. He was going to kill her with all of his cock meat. His hotly throbbing prick was ready to explode. He fell forward, his weight smashing against her ass as he thrust his hips at the same time. His long, thick prick slid in her ass like a rapier, ploughing through the soft, moist walls of her rectum.
"I CAN'T STAND IT," she cried out. "OHHHH, STOP IT, STOP IT!"
Never had she been so cock filled in her life. She wondered how much more of his penis she could take. She felt as if he'd ripped her asshole into a thousand tiny shreds as he drove in without mercy. His massively swollen thickness lay deep in her belly, filling her to the point where she was certain that he had split her in two.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he exploded.
His cum-filled balls were unloading in her slick ass. Obscenely he kept riding in with brutal thrusts.
"OOOHHH, BABY," he groaned, "LOOK IN THE MIRROR."
He was watching with obscene fascination as his wild pulsing cock stabbed in and out of her tortured ass. Hot sticky cum shot up her rectum.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "I'M STILL CUMMING."
He was wildly ejaculating load after load of sperm, pumping it up her hot, tight, slick ass.
Suddenly the thrusting of his long hardness ended. Slowly he eased his rod of flesh from her quivering, quaking buttocks. He rolled over and lay on the floor, looking up at her with a lewd smile of satisfaction on his face. The burning sensations that flickered in his balls had gone out.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he said, letting his hands softly stroke the pliant moons of her ass. "You liked it, didn't you?" he grinned.
She revelled in the wickedness of his own twisted sexual desires.
"Yes," she admitted.
"When I was ramming it up there you wanted it all, didn't you?" he smiled.
She nodded.
"I could tell from the way you tightened your buttocks when I was screwing your ass," he told her. "You went wild for it. That's beautiful."
He wrapped his arms around her and threw his legs around her as well. He held her closely.
"That's the way I like to fuck," he told her. "A woman who can appreciate what she's getting. It's wonderful to have found you. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm not the marrying kind, Susan, I would even consider getting married to you."
She smiled.
"Maybe I'm the same way. Maybe I don't want to get married, either. I've had plenty of experience. You were right. I know what it is to get screwed. And I'll hand it to you, Jeffrey, you are very good at lovemaking. You know all the different angles."
It pleased him to see that she was so appreciative.
"I only try to give a good fuck," he observed, "and I'm glad that you're grateful."
He got up off the floor and together they went into the living room. He stepped over to the bar and fixed drinks for them both. As they came back to the sofa and sat down, he talked to her about her job.
"Do you like working for me?" he asked her frankly.
"Yes, it's a nice place to work," she agreed.
Chapter Seven
For a while Susan Edwards felt secure in her position. She wasn't worried at all. For she had recognized that Jeffrey had his erotic needs and satisfied them occasionally. She was grateful that very often he only wanted her to become involved at the office. In what he liked to describe as a "quickie."
However, when he suggested a weekend in the country, she was surprised at what he expected.
"I thought it might be interesting," he smiled at her one Friday afternoon, "if we had a foursome. There could be some interesting action."
She got up from her chair and looked at him. "That's real nice," she sighed heavily. "And you may think it's a good idea. But maybe I don't go in for that sort of thing."
Jeffrey didn't take long to tell her what he knew about her background.
"Ted has told me a few things about you, honey," he told her, "so let's forget that Little Miss Innocent game that you were playing when you came to work here."
Shaking her head she wished that she. was dead at that instant. It was outrageous that Ted had talked to him.
"Do you believe everything you hear?" she asked, evasively looking away. ft
He looked at her huge blue eyes and the sad hurt look. The soft, full mouth gave her a waif-like appearance at times. But it was deceptive, for Susan was never a docile character. She was good natured enough as a rule and he couldn't help finding her tremendously appealing. However, even though she reacted as cool as a cucumber he was certain that she had quite a sexual past.
"You survived your past beautifully," he told her. "But that doesn't mean that you weren't a hooker before you became a secretary."
Difficult as it was, Susan managed another smile.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded.
He had reminded her of something she didn't care to hear about.
"Let's not talk about the past anymore. We can have a wonderful time this weekend. That is, if you're game to go along with it."
It made her angry to think that he was putting such pressure on her.
"I don't care to be forced to do anything," she snapped indignantly.
However, she was hardly in a position to tell him where she wanted him to head in.
"Why don't you say something?" he smiled.
It was obvious he obtained a sadistic delight talking to her like this when he knew that she couldn't reply. Finally she looked at him.
"Anything you say, boss."
That got him angry.
"If there's one thing I don't like," he said emphatically, "it's a sarcastic dame. You understand?"
"I think I do," she quipped quickly. "Your male ego can't take it."
Glaring at her, he told her, "I don't have to take it. I don't have to take it from you. I don't have to take it from anybody."
"Yes," she smiled, "you're all powerful. Let me tell you something. If I want to quit this job, I can. I can go to another place and I'm sure that every boss won't be as demanding as you are."
"What are you gonna do for a recommend?" he demanded. "Are you gonna ask some of your male customers to give you a good fucking recommend?"
He had told her off. And she understood where he had her. Sighing heavily she raised her head and looked into his eyes.
"Until I decide to fuck you again," she told him, "I'm not going to."
He smiled and talked to her in a teasing voice.
"That's perfectly all right with me," he told her. "I don't think you enjoy working here. Perhaps you had better resign. Maybe today."
A sardonic smile played about his lips. He was flipping his pen in a nervous manner on his glass-topped desk and its clickety-clack sound was making Susan feel more nervous than ever.
"Perhaps I did speak a little hastily," she changed her tone in an instant, "but you can get so demanding."
"Sorry about that," he told her, "but I'm not used to having people refuse me. Now if you're agreeable, I'll set up a pleasant little party for four of us. We can go to a country estate that you would have a good time at."
"All the country I'll get to see is the ceiling in the bedroom," she quipped.
He laughed.
"At least it will be a mirrored ceiling. So you can see the reflection of my ass pumping into you."
She smiled.
"You do have a delicious sense of humor. You really do, Jeffrey."
He smiled.
"I think so. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll make a couple of calls and set this up. I'm sure that you will enjoy our weekend in the country."
Susan Edwards went home that evening early. She had to pack for the planned weekend of her boss's design.
When she got a phone call from Diane Blake it even disgusted her more.
"Hi, honey," Diane enthused. "How's everything going in your new life?"
For a second she wanted to lie to Diane. She wanted to tell her everything was different than when, she was peddling her ass on the streets of Atlanta. But that wouldn't be true, and she thought she might as well be honest for once.
"Well, honey," she said with an angry tone, "I might as well level with you. Nothing is happening that is any different than what I was doing before." Diane reacted in amazement. "Don't tell me you're hustling your ass in the office," she said in righteous indignation.
"No," she admitted, "it's not that. The problem is that I am peddling my ass for everybody free. It's a gratis grab-bag. It's terrible the way these dreadful people come at a poor girl who's trying to walk a straight path." Diane burst out laughing. "It's happening all over," she told her. "It's this new sexual freedom. The men have it figured that now they can ask a woman to go to bed and she's supposed to spread her legs and love it the way they do. How revolting. At least in the old days they tried to buy us off with furs and God knows what. Now they don't even want to buy you a small container of perfume."
It was true. How Susan hated to sell herself for nothing.
"Frankly, I'm ashamed of myself," Susan confessed. "It is disgusting for me to be giving anything away as valuable as a fuck. But I had to learn what it was like in above-ground society and I hate it. Right now, baby, I can't talk long. I'm packing for a little weekend in the country with my boss and a couple he's inviting."
Diane Blake burst out laughing again. "No doubt he's arranging an orgy. He sounds like a dreadfully horny man. I'd like to meet a guy who was so crazy about me he would suggest everything. Unfortunately, my lover is impotent. I've had to let him suck my pussy until I can't stand his tongue sliding in me. I would give anything for a big, hard cock driving into me."
Consoling her, Susan told her, "Oh, baby, I hope that you get nine hard inches this weekend. If you have to go to a bar and pick up, why not? I know what it means to enjoy getting fucked. I always did enjoy my work. But now, as I told you, I must rush and pack."
Putting the phone back in its cradle Susan hastily went to the closet and did some more packing. She knew that it would be essential to take her bikini black lace panties and brassiere. That always turned the men on.
After that she managed to find some pussy jelly. If either of the men that she would be meeting this weekend wanted to suck her pussy, she would be prepared.
It might even be a good idea, she thought, to take along a vibrating dildo. Some men enjoyed slipping the vibrator dildo into her vagina. Why not give them the works? she thought to herself. After all, her boss was asking for a real sexual escapade and she was bound and emphatically determined she was going to give him one that he would never forget.
When she'd finished her packing she wasted no time. She had other things to do as well. She called her answering service and explained that she'd be gone the weekend.
At promptly seven o'clock she was in front of the apartment house and waiting with her suitcase. Jeffrey picked her up in his expensive sports car.
"Hi, baby," he told her. "How's everything?"
She told him everything was just fine as he placed his hand suggestively on her thigh.
"I hope we have a good time," she told him.
"I guarantee you that it will be a lot of fun," he assured her.
A couple hours from Atlanta they turned off on a park-like road.
"This is a separate area of private estates," Jeffrey revealed. "I'm sure you'll enjoy this house."
When he drove into iron-guarded gates to a brick house of English Tudor style with sloping green lawns, she was indeed impressed.
"Wow!" Susan exclaimed. "This is really an estate."
"You're gonna like it," he told her. "I'm sure of that."
They wasted no time in parking and going to the front door. A butler answered the door and led them into the den, where a man and woman were watching television.
Immediately Susan saw they must be very wealthy. The man was dressed in a magnificent suit of blue with a faint pin stripe. The woman was a stunning brunette and wearing a beautiful flowing silk evening dress.
"Oh, hello, Jeffrey," the woman smiled. "We were expecting. And this is your beautiful new secretary." The woman seemed to look at Susan with lust in her eyes and this bothered her.
"I want you to meet Susan," Jeffrey introduced her. "Susan, this is Betty Baldwin. And her husband Phil."
"Happy to meet you, Phil," she smiled. "Pleased to meet you, Betty."
Betty immediately suggested getting them drinks. After a couple of drinks Phil suggested that they would enjoy a nude dip in the swimming pool.
"Who would like to go swimming?" he asked.
Jeffrey immediately nodded.
"I'd love a dip now," he agreed. "And I'm sure that Susan would, too."
Susan was going along with the game. There wasn't any alternative and she might as well enjoy herself.
"Oh, that would be great," she grinned.
They went to individual bedrooms on the second floor and undressed.
"What about swimming suits?" Susan shrugged as she hesitated in removing her brassiere and sheer filmy panties which revealed her pubic hair around her crotch.
"We don't need them," Jeffrey explained.
"Phil and Betty are nudists. I hope you're not the shy kind."
"Hardly, honey," Susan snapped. "But I don't like running around in the buff. Just because I've turned a few tricks doesn't mean I'm expected to go along with every homy idea you've got in your fucking mind."
"Don't talk dirty," he warned her. "Betty and Phil are sophisticated, refined people. You don't want to let your purple past show."
"Aw, go screw yourself," Susan Edwards snapped indignantly. "They aren't such high class people. They're probably rich people living off the sweat of others. I'm certain you have managed to link me up with some of the lowest rich people in the country. Imagine asking a hooker to come out here and spread her legs. Phil isn't bad looking, but I don't like giving it away."
"Most harlots don't like to give freebies," he laughed, "or don't you like being called a harlot?"
"If you don't mind being called a pimp, I guess you can call me a harlot, honey. I'm sure that you've got a deal going on the side to squeeze something out of Phil. No doubt you milk every situation the best way you can."
Susan had managed to get to Jeffrey. He was angry now and his eyes glared at her.
"Have you finished?" he demanded with a tinge of rage in his voice.
"I haven't begun," she said as she stood there defiantly.
Just then the door opened and Betty strode in, completely naked. Her beautiful bosoms with their red nipple tips were taut. She had a shaved vagina and this fascinated Susan.
"Oh, you shaved it off, Betty," she told her. "Looks real nifty. I knew a girl once who shaved her box when I was working downtown Atlanta."
Jeffrey was nervous. If Betty thought she was a cheap hooker who had peddled her ass on the streets of Atlanta, she would never forgive him for bringing her there. For Betty wanted a refined lady-like woman that she could make it with as well as her husband. All this was going to surface later.
"Want me to help you strip, dear?" Betty smiled.
"I guess so," Susan smiled back nervously.
Chapter Eight
Betty walked over toward Susan. Tugging at the elastic waistband of her panties, she slowly began undressing her. As Susan stepped out of her sheer panties and her brassiere fell to the floor, her naked body appeared in all of its splendor. At that very moment Phil Baldwin strolled in, naked. His huge cock swung between his legs. It jumped up to attention when he took a look at Susan stark naked.
"Wow, she's a winner!" he enthused. "Let's go down and have our dip and then we'll come up and have our free-for-all fuck in our big mirror bedroom. Susan will love it I'm sure."
"And I will love Susan," Betty said softly. "You did tell her about me, didn't you?"
Jeffrey had planned to spring this later on Susan Edwards. He shrugged and hastily tried to give ar. explanation of Betty's penchant for sex with women.
"Betty is a woman who appreciates the female) form," he quickly told Susan, "and you will enjoy her lovemaking. Won't you?"
Susan shot Jeffrey an evil look. However, her eyes swept back to Betty and she smiled again, "Of course. Betty has such a beautiful body,] too. It's a wonder Phil could give her up for a moment. I imagine he becomes insanely jealous when she has sex with another man or woman."
"No, it's the other way around," Phil grinned.) "I'm a man who appreciates beauty and loving and sex. I think it's wonderful that my wife enjoys having sex with other people. She doesn't mind me fucking around and we have a beautiful relationship."
Shaking her head, Susan tried to get her bearings.
"If you will forgive me, it does sound like an unusual marriage, to say the least."
"The very least," Betty smiled as she patted Susan's behind.
"Well, let's get cracking," Susan said, anxious to get away from Betty's eager hands clasping at her ass cheeks.
"To the pool," Phil charged forward. "Let's go."
They all hurried down the winding staircase to the main floor and out to the patio. It was dark outside but the lawn lights in the back yard il-liuninating the outlines of the trees and the pool lights gave it an eerie, romantic atmosphere.
Phil jumped in the pool first, followed by Jeffrey. Betty followed and then Susan jumped in. They swam back and forth across the pool a couple of times and then got out. Thick towels were waiting for them at the edge of the pool. Immediately Betty began serving drinks.
"We've got to warm up a little," she smiled, "because there is a faint chill after you've been swimming."
After that they went into the house. Phil led the way to the bedroom. He seemed very proud of the bedroom and was anxious to show it off.
"First I want you two women to have sex," he suggested. "That always gets my balls twitching."
Jeffrey looked at Susan. He wondered if she was going to make a fuss. However, Susan only smiled.
"Sounds like fun," she grinned.
They got on the bed together. Susan and Betty.
"What do you want to do, Betty?" Susan smiled.
"First I want to suck on your tits," she told her. "There's nothing more wonderful than licking another woman's tits, I always tell my husband."
"I'm sure he's impressed," Susan said with sarcasm.
"Yes, I am," Phil nodded affirmatively. "I enjoy seeing the expressions on a woman's face when her tits are being sucked by another woman for the first time. It's quite remarkable." "Yes, I imagine it is," she smiled. Susan lay back on the bed. She looked up at the mirrored ceiling. It was indeed a strkingly beautiful bedroom. The walls were soft blue. There was an accent of silver in the furniture and a white rug. The magnificent mirrors which reflected perfectly her body, added to the erotic thrills.
Betty didn't take long to get to her sucking. She was naked now and she straddled her blonde female lover. Bending over, she began massaging first one breast and then began licking the other. "She's a damned good tit sucker," Phil observed.
"OOOHHH, YES, YES," Susan groaned, laying it on thick. She figured she might as well give them a good exhibition. She had done it before with other women, but had to pretend that she was innocent of this kind of thing. That she knew would add to Phil's erotic kicks.
"OOOHHH, I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE," she panted as she stretched out. "LICK ME. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT."
This inspired Betty, who traveled from her tits down to her flat stomach, then to her fur-trimmed triangle. Her pussy was beaded with moisture. Her tongue licked along her vagina. Soon she was hungrily sucking her cunt.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, LICK MY PUSSY, LICK MY PUSSY," she gasped.
Her female lover knew exactly how to thrill her.
Her tongue furiously pumped into her velvety vagina and swept around inside of her. After she had nibbled at her clitoris, she finger fucked her asshole. Then, angling her ass up in the air, she pulled her tongue from her pussy and flipped it up her rectum. Using her fingers in her vagina and sucking on her asshole did manage to get Susan tremendously excited.
Susan's blonde face flushed. Her hair flung about her head as she twisted from side to side, writhing in the interminable joy that she was experiencing. v
"OOHHHHH, YES, YESSSS," she groaned, "SUCK MY ASS. LICK MY PUSSY. OHHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT."
Delicious waves of stormy pleasure lashed through her body. It was true, she had never experienced anything quite so stimulating, quite so exciting as this.
It wasn't long until her vagina was juicing. With her lips pressed suction cup tight at her cunt, Betty voraciously sucked her.
"BABY," Phil panted, "THAT'S BEAUTIFUL THE WAY YOU LICK HER CUNT. OOOHHH, HONEY, I'D LIKE SECONDS."
What a strange experience. First the wife eats her pussy and then the husband demands seconds. However, Susan was prepared. When Betty eased her slippery tongue from her cunt hole she raised one leg and suggested, "Phil, would you enjoy licking champagne pussy jelly from my cunt?" Phil nodded.
"That sounds like a unique idea," he smiled. "Do you have some champagne cunt jelly with you?" Susan winked.
"Bought it at a sex boutique last week. I'll slip it in there and squeeze it. You've heard of cunt jelly before, haven't you?"
Susan was talking so crudely and acting so informed about sex that it frightened Jeffrey.
"Hey, that wicked chick has been looking into everything last week," he countered quickly, so they wouldn't get the idea that she was turning tricks or working the streets of Atlanta.
"Well, I have read up on sex a little," Susan explained as she got to her feet and ambled over to where she placed her purse.
Opening her purse, she found the cunt jelly. She brought it back to the bed. Stretching out on her back, she spread her legs. She looked up at her reflection in the mirror and was amused. A smile crept across her lips as she slipped the plastic pussy jelly container into her vagina and then squeezed. Its contents squirted in her pink moist pussy.
"Get down there, honey," she told him, "and lick it. You're gonna love it."
It got Betty jealous to think that her husband was being treated to cunt jelly. She didn't hesitate to say what she was thinking.
"Why didn't you mention it when I was lapping up your cunt?" Susan looked over at Betty.
"I forgot all about it, honey," she told her. "Never crossed my mind. That tremendous tongue of yours had me so stimulated, that was all I could think of."
Her erack answer pleased Betty. It also pleased Jeffrey Stevens, for he nodded and winked from where he was standing at the foot of the bed.
"You are a terrific cunt lapper, Betty," Susan said reassuringly.
"Why thank you, my love, for the compliment," Betty smiled as she sat at the edge of the bed to watch her husband eat the beautiful blonde's champagne-coated cunt.
Spreading her legs wide, Susan watched while her lover licked at her pussy.
"OOOHHH, PHIL, PHILLL," she groaned, "THAT FEELS SO GOOD. YES, PHIL. OOOHHH, YOU'RE THRILLING ME. I LOVE THAT, PHIL. KEEP IT UP. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. KEEP LICKING IT. OHHH, NEVER STOP LICKING MY PUSSY."
Electrical sexual thrills shot through her body.
"OOOHHH," she groaned in a frenzy, "AAAHHH, LICK IT, LICK IT."
Phil finger fucked her asshole while he licked at her champagne-coated pussy. He enjoyed the taste of the champagne and he also loved the musky taste of her cunt. If there was anything he enjoyed in the world it was eating pussy.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "I LOVE YOUR CUNT."
"QUIT TALKING," she warned him. "GET DOWN THERE AND START LAPPING. THAT'S WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO. KEEP IT UP."
He got down there again. His tongue flipped out and he licked all around inside of her vagina.
"EAT ME," she panted. "OOOHHH, AAAHH, YES, YES. EAT MY PUSSY"
Waves of erotic pleasure shot through her body now, "OHHHHH," Susan groaned, "YES. EAT IT, EAT IIIIITTTT."
She threw her legs over his shoulders. Pressing her hot inner thighs against his face pleased him.
"THAT'S HOW, HONEY," she told him. "OH, BABY, THAT'S WHAT I LOVE. KEEP IT UP."
He continued licking and lapping at her cunt. Her fiery cuntal juices mingled with the champagne pussy jelly and it proved to be a delicious combination.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES," she panted as she juiced in his mouth.
Grinding her hot cunt in his face, she felt his hands clasping her ass cheeks. He pulled her satin smooth ass cheeks up to him as he ate her box.
"EAT ME, EAT ME," she actively urged as she writhed and twisted, her face contorted with lusty, fiery passions that she was experiencing in her juicing vagina.
Phil sucked her dry. When he pulled his tongue from her cunt, his wife, who stood nearby, strapped on her dildo.
"What on earth are you doing, Betty?" Susan asked.
"Getting ready," she explained. "I figured that you would enjoy getting fucked. Have you ever had a woman screw you with a dildo?"
Shaking her head, she looked up at her. "No," she admitted candidly, "but I wouldn't mind trying it."
Jeffrey was certain that she probably had been fucked by another woman with a plastic penis. He remembered vividly sexual exhibitions that hookers had put on for stag parties that he'd attended. As a matter of fact, it was quite a normal procedure for men to obtain special kinds of kicks watching two women going at it. Perhaps it was an ego satisfaction that men could derive that they had the real thing while two women making it had to rely on a plastic cock. If anything, Jeffrey was becoming aroused at the sight of Betty mounting his beautiful blonde secretary.
"Guide it in your pussy," Betty exclaimed.
"Sure, baby," Susan agreed softly, reaching out to grip the plastic penis.
She pulled it to her pussy, then shoved forward.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
Passionately the plastic prick plunged into her vagina.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. I LOVE IT. SCREW ME."
As Betty bore down on the plastic cock, fucking Susan with all her might, Jeffrey observed Betty's beautiful buttocks. He figured it would be a lot of fun to jump onboard and screw her ass. However, Betty had always objected to a threeway. She wanted to be able to concentrate on the gorgeous piece of ass in front of her. No distractions, she had insisted upon, when Jeffrey had mentioned it at previous orgies. Betty wanted to have Susan's hands clasping her silky ass cheeks.
"Play with my ass," Betty smiled as she brushed her great bosoms back and forth across Susan's tits.
"Sure, love," Susan said agreeably.
Susan was grinding her pussy now. It was amazing how good that hard, plastic cock felt in her cunt.
Her voice rose in a high-pitched crescendo. It seemed as if she couldn't get enough of this kind of screwing.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT!" she cried out urgently. "FUCK ME. OOOHHH, AAAHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
Passionately the other woman drove into her.
"YES," she cried out. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. SCREW ME!"
Waves of stormy excitement blazed through her body. She could hardly stand it now.
"FUCK," she groaned. "FUCK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. SCREW IT."
The two women were having a wild and wonderful time.
"OOOHHH, BABY," Betty gasped. "YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO FUCK. FINGER MY
ASS. I LOVE HAVING A FINGER EASING UP MY ASSHOLE WHEN I'M SCREWING ANOTHER WOMAN."
Betty had it down cold. She had thought it all out. Susan had never enjoyed having sex with a woman as much as she was enjoying it now. Betty could be a professional and put on exhibitions. Of course, she was a first class dame and would never think of such a thing, but it was quite obvious that she did enjoy this kind of sex. And she apparently was enjoying it an awful lot.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME," Betty cried as Susan ground up to meet her driving dildo stabs.
Susan's hands reached up to grip Betty's shoulders. She let them wander down her back, massaging her as she did so. She clasped her silky ass cheeks and squeezed them as Betty went on riding inside of her.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she begged passionately. "YES. I LOVE IT. SCREW ME."
Frenzied ripples of erotic excitement flashed through her body as the two women came together. Passionately Betty pressed her lips on Susan's sensuous lips. Susan's mouth opened slightly and Betty's tongue was inserted. Susan sucked on Betty's tongue as she finished fucking. She could feel her cuntal juices flowing freely now.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," Susan groaned.
Susan knew how important it was to groan and gasp and grunt when she got her climax. One old madam that she'd worked for in a small bordello in downtown Atlanta used to tell her the importance of gasping and grunting and groaning. She told her that one man tipped the double price of a fuck just because of the girl's ability to groan when he would shoot his load in her. That triggered Susan's imagination. Susan had developed skill at gasping, groaning and grunting at orgasm time. It pleased Betty, too.
"OOOHHH, BABY, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL," Betty groaned.
Betty's husband watched. He was cupping his balls in his hand and jacking off. It was indeed a pleasure to see his lovely wife enjoying sex with such a beautiful woman.
"FUCK HER, FUCK HER," he cried out passionately as the two women finished cumming.
Slowly Betty eased her dildo out of Susan's cunt. Susan thanked her.
"Oh, that was so beautiful," she smiled.
"Glad you enjoyed it," Betty smiled back.
They decided it was time to have something to eat. Betty went downstairs and the butler had fixed them some food. The butler was wearing nothing now and it was interesting to see his hard cock as he looked at Susan.
"I see this woman turns you on," Betty told the butler.
"She's right pretty," he admitted as he passed a silver tray with cold cuts.
They made sandwiches and had more drinks. They talked about sex.
" What did you think when your boss invited you out for a weekend in the country?" Phil Baldwin asked Susan.
"I didn't know what to think," Susan replied, putting on the innocent act.
Jeffrey was pleased.
"She's a real sweet girl," Jeffrey Stevens grinned. "I had to teach her all about sex."
"Well that's funny," Betty shook her head. "I thought kids in high school these days were balling up a storm. Matter of fact, I read about all those illegitimate babies, and I figured the fuckers were doing it about nine out often anyway."
Phil shook his head.
"You're always exaggerating what these young people are doing," he told her. "Just because you put the make oh a box boy at the grocery store doesn't mean every young person is having sex. That could have gotten you in a lot of trouble, too."
Betty agreed.
"Oh, he was a minor," she shook her head, "but teenagers have to fuck, too. I could see he was horny as hell so I took him home and screwed him. He told kids and the word got around and his mother had fifty fits. She called me up and gave me the devil and even sent the preacher around."
"What did you tell the preacher?"
"I offered him a free piece of ass," she said, "but he told me I was devil possessed. He was a right honorable man and wouldn't have any part of me."
Phil laughed.
"You had a nerve trying to seduce a preacher," he snapped.
"Well, I guess that gal Sadie Thompson had her nerve, too. But she's become a legend in her own time."
"Sadie was on a Samoan island in the South Pacific," he reminded her. "And it kept raining and she didn't have anything to do at the boarding house. So she figured she'd offer the parson a free piece."
"And the parson accepted, too," Betty Baldwin smiled from ear to ear. "He knew what he was doing. He was out to save her soul and he got in her little hole."
"You sound pretty wild," Phil told his wife. "Calm down. You'll get the wrong idea across to Susan. You will have her thinking that you're some kind of nymphomaniac."
"I really think I am," Betty confessed. "I mean, I get that fiery itch in my cunt and I want to screw everything that has two legs and some that don't even have two."
Phil shook his head.
"She's beautiful but she's a hot number," he said to Jeffrey.
"But that's what you like, Phil. Remember, you can never get enough. That's why you're always throwing these weekend parties. Susan likes to get screwed. A little later you can take her on. And I'll fuck Betty."
"On the same bed?" Betty demanded.
"I don't like to do it that way," Phil said quickly. "I think it's more interesting if we do it in separate rooms. We've had our little exhibition for the night and now I would like to adventure alone with Susan."
Susan smiled.
"Don't the women have a say?" she asked. "I thought we won equality."
"Sure, you want to make it with me on a four-way deal on one bed, or would you rather be in a separate bedroom?"
"Anything you say, Mr. Baldwin," Susan said agreeably.
Susan began scheming. Betty Baldwin had it made. She didn't have to do a damn thing for a living. She could sit out here on her ass and enjoy the pool, the country, and all the other luxuries. If Susan could nab a man like Phil Baldwin, she'd have it made. She could say the hell with somebody like Jeffrey Stevens who wanted freebie fucks.
"I like you, Susan," Phil said, looking at her lustfully.
Betty caught the glance that shot between Susan and her husband. It didn't exactly please her.
"That's nice," she said with such a syrupy tone in her voice that it was obviously insincere.
"Come along, Phil," Susan said as she got to her feet and began leading the way.
"Let's go upstairs, honey," he told her, "and get in that bed and try something different. Are you game for sodomy tonight?"
Susan smiled.
"Anything you say, Phil."
"He's hell when it comes to ass fucking," Betty called after her, warning her.
"Now don't you frighten her," Phil objected. "I think you have a super-sensitive asshole, honey. It's too tight a fit. That's why I have to find other
Chapter Nine
When Susan went up to the bedroom with Phil Baldwin, she had no idea what he might want to do. However, she figured she might as well give him what he expected. He had an arrogant grin on his face and he was getting a tremendous hard-on. Apprehensive chills went up and down her spine as she looked at him.
He had brown hair, intense eyes and a youthful look. He looked as if he might have been a tackle on a football team, women who can accommodate my cock size."
"You're quite a big guy," she told him.
"Well, I guess I am," he admitted.
Her blue eyes danced with obvious mirth. Liquor always lit her up.
"Do you give good head?" he smiled.
Susan did not feel that that would have been an appropriate question to ask a woman who hadn't had any more experience than a normal secretary. So she replied, "Did I hear you right?"
"Of course you did," he said, a wide grin sweeping over his face. "You know . . . cock suck,"
The young blonde replied with obvious discomfort, "Well, I know what I'm doing. I mean, I know how to suck and blow, but I haven't done it very often. As a matter of fact when I went to the office and Jeffrey Stevens taught me a few things, I was quite startled that people did things like that."
He got on the bed with her and began kissing her all over.
"I'll kiss your fears away," he told her.
He had a warm, loving manner that seemed to relieve her mind. He kept nibbling and licking at her nipples, getting her more and more aroused every moment.
"You're beautiful," he told her, "and we are gonna have a good time together."
His hands swept over her curvaceous body. Soon he was reaching down to her crotch. His finger was inserted in her vagina and she responded by pumping forward.
"I like that," he told her." 'Oh, yes. You do that real nice."
He went on fervently kissing her, then he pressed his lips against hers. His probing tongue indicated how eager he was for sex with her.
"No, no," she finally said, "we shouldn't do anymore."
This was what she thought any normal secretary would have said if she hadn't been a hustler.
"Don't be absurd," he told her. "I'm gonna fuck and suck you until you scream."
His deep, dark eyes looked at her with lustful arousal.
"People make love to each other for fun these days," he said with a pleasant smile. "There's nothing wrong with it. Damn it, why don't you get down there between my legs and suck my prick?"
She shook her head.
"I'm just not accustomed to that sort of thing, Mr. Baldwin."
He was becoming obviously upset now.
"Why the hell did Jeffrey bring you out here?" he demanded.
"Because I'm a woman," she explained, "and he needed a nice-looking woman to join him for a weekend in the country. But I had no idea that you were going to try so many perverse things."
"Now let's get on the bed and fuck," he said, coming back to the bed.
He was a lewd man and she didn't like the way he was acting. Her confused brain was torturing her now. If she acted too anxious she would be labeled a hustler. If she turned him off too much he would get angry.
"I will do my very best," she said, "but I don't know the finer points of cock eating, I guess you call it."
"I'll teach you" he said anxiously. "I will teach you every fine detail of cock licking. First, maybe you'd better begin with an ass suck."
"I'm a little nervous," she said.
"You don't have to be," he told her. "I will train you. When I sit in your face I want you to flip your tongue around my balls and then ease it up my ass. It will warm my blood."
"I can imagine it would," she said as he straddled her.
She could feel his sinewy buttocks pressing against her firm, ripe ass cheeks. He was alive, vibrant and handsome, exuding virility and masculinity, but Susan still did not feel that she should do everything he wanted her to.
"Don't be afraid," he told her as he moved forward.
She saw his throbbing, huge penis. It was enormous. His balls were twitching and it was apparent that he was obviously very hot.
"What a beautiful blonde woman you are," he said as he sat in her face. "Now lick it."
Suddenly she let her tongue ease out and lick at his buttocks. It was a forbidden, terrible act for him to ask her to perform. Yet she went along with it. She reached up to grip his ass cheeks.
"WOW!" he breathed heavily. "THAT FEELS FANTASTIC. ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC."
She shivered as unwanted tingles began burning deep in her body. She gripped his ass cheeks and the tantalizing flutters of her tongue around his asshole drove him out of his mind. Feverishly he demanded more.
"OOOHHH," he groaned in erotic frenzy, "LICK IT. STICK IT RIGHT UP MY ASS. TONGUE IT."
She eased her tongue high up his rectum. He was so excited now he was twisting and turning on her tongue.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he gasped. "YES. I LOVE IT."
She was a breathtakingly beautiful woman. A confusing mixture of virtue and a wanton female. And he loved it. He couldn't understand her but he seldom could understand women. She was obviously young and innocent, but the way that she was slipping her tongue up his rectum almost made him think she was a promiscuous woman who knew what she was doing. It reminded him of an insatiable whore he once had sex with when he was in the Army.
Reaching for his cock he began jacking. The whole bed vibrated as he pulled on his throbbing long penis.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, DOES THAT EVER FEEL GOOD," he said as his ass cheeks trembled while she sucked like crazy.
It was driving him out of his mind. He loved having her tongue sliding up his ass.
"BABY," he told her, "YOU'RE A FIRST-CLASS ASS LICKER. YOU'RE REALLY A LADY WHO KNOWS HOW TO SUCK ASS."
It complimented her to think that he was so pleased. However, she had to slow down her tongue fucking as he might get the idea that she was too knowledgeable, too free-swinging a female.
She guarded against this as she did have her own reputation to sustain and she wasn't going to have much of a reputation if she sucked ass too furiously. However, the intensity of her own raging desires was unbelievable. She whipped her tongue right up his rectum as he kept pumping on his hard, long prick.
"BABY," he told her, "I'LL BE CUMMING IN MY HAND IF YOU KEEP LICKING LIKE THAT. BETTER SLIP YOUR TONGUE FROM MY ASS AND LICK MY BALLS."
Slowly she eased her tongue from his rectum. He looked down at her and tilted her face to see if she was enjoying herself. She was breathing raggedly.
"WOW!" she sighed heavily. "YOU REALLY ARE SOMETHING, PHIL."
Susan's lips were trembling, half resisting his balls. But she continued to feel the need to succumb to the fires of her own lust building deep within her loins.
Closing her eyes in exotic rapture, she let him slip his balls inside of her mouth. She moaned fervently as she sucked on his testicles.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. LICK MY NUTS," he exclaimed.
His buttocks slowly pumped up and down on her high-set breasts. He loved feeling of her hard, pebble-like nipples as they dug into his ass cheeks.
"BEAUTIFUL," he told her. "OOOHHH, BABY, YOUR MOUTH IS SUPER. LICK MY NUTS. COME ON, LICK THEM."
The raging inferno of her lust threatened to consume her quivering loins. Her desire-flushed face indicated how much she enjoyed it. She clasped his ass cheeks in her hands and squeezed them.
"Now, honey," he told her, "you're gonna get a wonderful opportunity. I'm gonna feed you my cock. You're gonna get to suck the virility right out of my balls."
He smiled as he looked down at her. Her mind reeled with uncontrollable desire as he aimed his powerful prick toward her lips.
In a moment he would be driving his rock-hard penis deep into her mouth. With animalistic delight he grinned as he gripped her head and told her to open her mouth and get set for his prick.
All barriers were gone. Her body was responsive to anything that he wanted.
She licked the head of his shaft.
"Baby, I want you to suck it good," he told her.
A series of fluttering sensations shot through Phil's body as Susan sucked on his steely shaft. As her passion-clouded mind became aware of his hard, thick prick, she was more excited than ever. She whimpered subjectively as he drove his cock closer. She could feel his swelling penis against her lips.
"LICK IT," he said in a lurid voice. "LICK EVERY INCH OF IT."
In a second his blood-engorged cock was piston-ing into her mouth. Her lips fastened firmly on his cock as he pumped. She was obviously love starved and needed to be fucked in the face fast.
"LET'S SEE YOU SUCK, SUGAR," he told her, "AND SUCK IT GOOD"
His brandy-tainted breath was rasping against her beautiful face.
"OOOHHH . . . OOOHHH . . . SUSAN . . . SUCK!" the aroused man panted as he pumped his prick forcibly down her throat.
The head of his huge shaft was gliding against the back of her throat. He continued pumping. She wondered how much of this she could take.
"OHHHHH, AAAHHHH, YES, YESSSSS," he exclaimed hotly. "SUCK. SUCK MY COCK. SUCK IT, BABY, SUCK IT."
Her hands reached for his buttocks. She explored his ass cheeks as he sensuously fucked her face. His maddening erection pleased her. Breathlessly he watched as her opened mouth moved up and down his painfully turgid cock.
"OOOHHH, SUCK, SUCK," he gasped. "COME ON, SUCK!"
She wouldn't stop now. She was triggered by her own desire to feel him shooting his load in her mouth. Susan liked the taste of hot cum.
"EAT IT," he exclaimed hotly. "OOOHHH, BABY, YOU'RE GONNA BEG FOR IT. YOU WANT IT. SUCK, SUCK!"
Her hands caressed his buttocks lovingly. She could feel him tensing as he pumped forward. Then she could feel his ass muscles relax as he would pull his slick cock out of her mouth. He would almost let it slide out all the way, but then he would shove back hard.
"I LOVE THROAT FUCKING," he panted as he shoved it to her. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, BABY, YES. KEEP IT UP. DON'T EVER STOP. SUCK, SUCK IT OFF, SUUUUUCK!"
He gripped her head. He could tell how much she was enjoying it. She opened her eyes to watch the saliva-slick prick drive in and out of her mouth skillfully.
"YOU'RE GETTING IT, BABY," he panted as he pumped it to her. "YOU'RE GONNA GET IT ALL. MY BALLS, BABY, SUCK 'EM OFF."
He had never been so turned on in his life. It was fantastic feeling of her lustful hands roaming around his bare ass cheeks.
"LET YOUR FINGERS SLIDE UP MY BUTT," he told her. "RIGHT UP MY DAMNED ASS. COME ON, SUCK MY COCK, FINGER MY ASS."
Hell, he'd fuck her in front of his wife now. It didn't make any difference. He had to get his gun off. His throbbing cock eased down her throat and he was almost there. His balls slapped against her face. She loved the feel of his lust-bloated balls as he pumped against her face as he lewdly stabbed his prick all the way down her mouth and deep into her throat.
"YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW IT, SWEETIE," he told her. "YOU'RE GONNA LOVE EVERY DROP. NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. OHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. WHAT A COCK SUCK. KEEP IT UP."
He began ramming with forceful, deep strokes. The heavily breathing blonde was almost choking on his huge cock as his passion-straddling body went on fucking. She had him in a kneeling posi- tion, with his cock driving deep into her mouth and throat.
"OOOHHH," he gasped as he rammed it to her.
The powerfully built man marvelled at her skill at sucking. It was a mind-bending experience. Her lips were ovalled around his slick prick. There was an air of innocence about her that pleased him.
"EAT," he exclaimed. "SUCK IT."
Her long blonde hair flailed from side to side as she went back with his upstroke as he pulled away. It seemed as if he was afraid he would slip his prick out of her mouth. She had to have him.
"EAT IT," he exclaimed hotly. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, BABY, SUCK. SUCK THAT PRICK. SUCK IT OFF. NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. OOOHHH, YES, JUST LIKE THAT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, SWALLOW."
He was almost there. She could taste the pre-cum. It wouldn't be much longer until he gave her his load. His body was revved up and he was pumping it to her with wild abandon.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he kept shoving it to her.
Her lustful lips sucked. Drops of his cum shot into her mouth. It wouldn't be much longer until he gave her his big load. He was all revved up, his hips quaking uncontrollably as he fucked her face.
She tossed her head from side to side, never letting her lips slip off his throbbing prick.
"EAT IT," he gasped as he arched downward and shoved it in all the way.
She pulled her linger from his asshole, gripped his naked buttocks and squeezed them as he lewdly shot her his thick, creamy cum load.
"EAT IT," he demanded. "SUCK. SUCK IT OFF."
His balls emptied down her throat. She enjoyed the taste of his cum as he shot her his sperm. She loved it.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he spasmodically fucked her face.
She whimpered and sucked and enjoyed every drop of it. Her fiery mouth began a gentle nerve-shattering nibbling motion along his prick.
"OOOHHH," Phil groaned as he finished unloading his cum.
Chapter Ten
When she had finished licking his hot prick, she looked up at him. He smiled down at her.
"NOW, .BABY," he told her, "YOU CAN LICK MY ASSHOLE WHILE I SUCK YOUR PUSSY."
He angled himself in another position. He was on top of her, straddling her. Then he parted her legs. He got down and licked at the rimmed, beaded moistness of her flowering cunt. She loved the feel of his lustful tongue sucking up her pussy.
"OOOHHH, MAKE LOVE TO ME DOWN THERE," she panted.
His searing tongue darted forward, its flicking tip teasing moistly at the tiny sensitive bud of her clitoris, sending further shudders of sexual rapture charging through her now passionately writhing hips and undulating buttocks.
He spread apart the plush, hair-lined lips of her pussy, the coolness of the room air rushing over her desire-infused cuntal flesh with an intoxicating whisper of carnal lust. Animalistic delight raced along her tingling spine. She moaned audibly as his tongue slithered like liquid fire downward through the smoldering flesh of her vaginal crevice, suddenly slipping deep into the moistened flesh of her pulsating pussy.
"EAT ME," she panted.
All at once he pulled his tongue from her pussy and complained.
"You should be sucking my ass," he told her, "and massaging my prick and balls while I'm licking your cunt. Come on, do it."
Susan put a couple of pillows underneath her head so his ass would be even with her face.
"KISS MY ASS," he ordered, "AND LICK IT. AND I'LL GO ON EATING YOUR CUNT."
The sensual shock of his momentary obscenities snapped something inside of her. She wondered if she could do everything he requested.
"I ... I don't know if I . . ."
She let her sentence dangle in the air. But he didn't mince words.
"You don't know what?" he snapped. "You'll do as I tell you. Now get your tongue in there and lick out my ass while I suck your cunt."
She parted his hairy buttocks. She let her tongue slide to his tight anal orifice, and then, as he whipped his tongue into her pussy, she sucked on his asshole.
Lustful urges swept through him now. He loved the taste of her lush vaginal lips. He was sucking like crazy while she went on licking at his smooth asshole.
"OOOHHH," she groaned as she felt him licking at her cunt flesh. "YES, YESSSSS."
He knew how to lick her cunt lips to make her want to cum. It wouldn't be much longer until she was juicing in his mouth. Her passion-filled body sensuously undulated beneath him as he sucked fiercely.
She could see that as she pulled on his thick cock it was getting bigger. When she pulled her tongue from his asshole and started to move toward his cock so she could suck on it, he told her not to. He grinned back at her.
"No, baby, I'm gonna fuck your ass next time," he told her. His eyes were flashing with lust and delight. "Now you go on eating out my ass while I suck your pussy. Then I'll sodomize you and you'll love it. You'll be begging for more."
Susan wasn't quite so sure that she would be begging for more. Once more she returned to anal licking. Parting his buttocks she let her tongue flip along his ass crack down to his tight anus. At the same instant she felt his tongue laving at her moist, pink pussy. It was a doubly delicious experience. There she was, eating ass, while he was eating cunt. He went on licking at her pussy, driving his tongue deep inside of her. With lust-filled desire the well-muscled man continued licking at her pussy. His hands were glued to her rounded buttocks. Then he let one finger ease up her asshole while he sucked on her pussy. His throbbing penis was starting to drip pre-cum. What an obscene act he was asking her to perform. Here she was licking at his excited asshole as his butt twisted, and at the same time he was sucking on her pulsing pussy. He also let his finger slip up her asshole in a most sensual manipulation. But she loved it. Her sex-hungry body seemed to cry out for every kind of satisfaction. She couldn't get enough.
She lewdly pressed her mouth at his butt, letting her tongue dart snake-like up his rectum all the way. And he drew her buttocks up tighter now as he got a firm grip with his mouth on the blonde's pussy lips. He sucked hungrily, nibbling at her passionately glistening cuntal entrace. Shamelessly he sucked her there.
Her soft pussy flesh pleased him. Passionately he tongue fucked her as she groaned wantonly. She ground her cunt in his face as he went on licking the delicious depths of her vagina.
She loved him hotly sucking at her vagina this way. He kept on licking, nibbling and sucking on her clitoris until she was juicing. It was exciting. She could see his buttocks pressing up and down. She went on licking at the hairless crevice separating his taut, round ass cheeks. He loved it as she mindlessly ate his ass out while he continued sucking her cunt.
He had angled his furiously driving hips so he could establish and obscene battering rhythm for her tongue.
When he had finished licking her pussy he pulled out.
"OOOHHH, PHIL, BABY, I LOVE YOU FOR DOING IT. IT WAS WONDERFUL WHEN YOU WERE LICKING MY CUNT."
"Glad you liked it, my love," he told her. "And now I want to give you something else that you won't forget. How would you like to have my prick in your ass? It's a mind-shattering connection."
Sighing wearily, she looked at him.
"Do you really have to sodomize me, Phil?" she demanded.
"Why not, baby?" he asked. "You've got such a cute ass. It's a primitive act but you'll love it. I know exactly how to do it. I can get so much lubrication on my prick you won't even notice it when I stick it up your tight rectum."
She looked at him nervously.
"YOU ARE AN ANIMAL. NOT IN MY ASS! OH, NO!"
Phil revelled in the intoxicating bliss of doing it to her in this unque manner.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"Oh, it's terrible of you to want it that way," the honey blonde told her new-found lover.
Shaking his head, he went back to her.
"My motto is if it's tight ... screw it. And I'll bet you've got a nice tight asshole."
He went to the bathroom, returning with a tube of KY in one hand. He waved it in front of her and sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs.
"You can apply it," he told her. "As a matter of fact, you can massage it around my balls and my cock as well. It's a marvelous feeling."
She gripped his throbbing penis and began using the shiny slick lubrication on his cock. When it glistened with its slippery substance he told her he was ready.
"I don't know as I can submit to this indecency," she said.
Excitedly he shook his head. A wild grin surfaced on his face and his gleaming eyes told her that he had to drive his ptte-driving cock up her ass without mercy.
"Bend over the edge of the bed," he told her, "and I'll slip it to you, honey."
Nervously she angled herself so her buttocks were over the edge of the bed.
"I don't think I can take it," she objected.
"Yes, you can," he told her. "And you're gonna love it."
Shamelessly she angled her buttocks over the edge of the bed. Phil straddled her. He gripped her lovely rounded ass cheeks.
"That's it, baby," he told her. "Now I'm gonna really fuck your ass."
He laughed obscenely as he slipped his KY-coated prick between her tempting buttocks. Phil looked at the curvaceous woman, who was kneeling in a responsive position. His frenzied quest for sensual satisfaction prompted him. Even though she was groaning and squirming almost frantically, he didn't care. He eased his long, throbbing prick between her buttocks with tremendous passion and force.
"You'll love it once I get it up there," he said, shoving it forward.
Without mercy the muscular man pried her ass cheeks apart and rammed to her nakedly unprotected and defenseless anus.
He was obviously mesmerized with lust for her body. As he drove his pulsing cock shaft until its bloated glans was fixed against her puckered anal opening, he told her to relax.
Ramming forward with lascivious delight in lewd anticipation of the tightness of her rectum, he drove in. His huge cock head stretched the sphincter ring of her butt lewdly.
"NO, NO," she told him. "IN MY CUNT. DON'T FUCK MY ASS."
His powerful hips shoved forward. He was inching his blood-swollen cock head bit by bit into the startled blonde woman's resisting anal opening. Susan winced in shocked surprise as she felt the tiny circle of her rectum being cruelly forced open, its elastic muscle trying to refuse this brutal inward pressure. With a hard, driving jab he rammed it to her.
"OOOHHH, NO!" she groaned. "YOU'RE A FUCKING DAMNED ANIMAL. NO, NO!"
Her pleas and protests only added to his erotic fire. The lust-thickened knob of his pulsing cock rode obscenely in her expanded nether hole. With sadistic delight he rammed it to her. The clenching grip of her burning rectal channel closed over his plunging penis.
"OQOHHH, BABY, FUCK, FUCK," he groaned in delight. "FUCK IT. COME ON, FUCK IT OFF."
It seemed as if her entire body was being torn in two.
"UUUUGGGGHHH!" she wailed frantically. "NO, NO, PHIL, IT HURTS. NOOOOOO! PLEASE STOP! AAAAGGGGHHH!"
She tried to pull away but her attempts were futile. She was impaled on his throbbing, heated prick. His brutally clutching hands on her quivering buttocks made it impossible for her to struggle or writhe away from him.
"COME ON, PUSH BACK," he demanded harshly. "DAMN YOU, PUSH YOUR ASS BACK."
She quickly complied, hoping that following his orders would satisfy him. But it didn't. The torturous pleasure that she felt was a sudden surprise to her. It was amazing that she could enjoy what was happening. Phil was stretching her lewdly distended rectal channel with his throbbing, plunging prick.
"COME ON," he told her, "TWIST YOUR ASS."
The unnatural invasion of the blunt mushroom head of his throbbing prick kept drilling into her ass, sending wave after wave of excruciating pain through her and yet a weird kind of pleasure also coursed through her loins. His pumping body upset her. And then she did get a surprise.
The door was flung open and in walked Betty. Betty looked at them.
"How are you doing, honey?" she asked her! husband.
As he went on ramming it to Susan, she looked at Betty. Betty was obviously deriving a strange kind of animal lust from the spectacle.
"Well," she exclaimed, "you two are really having a ball."
The wild lovemaking continued. And Betty surprised her. Betty got a belt out and began lashing at her husband's ass.
"KEEP IT UP," he told her. "I LIKE IT."
She not only continued lashing at his bare bottom, but then she donned her dildo.
"BABY, I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR ASS," she told him.
That got him angry.
"No way," he told her. "You can screw her ass when I finish."
This was about the most terrifying experience that Susan had ever lived through. Now Jeffrey Stevens watched the action, too. Only he was so obsessed with his own jacking off that he paid little attention to Susan's protests and pleas. He was cupping his balls in one hand and jacking off energetically with the other. Betty was waiting. There she stood with her dildo, ready to stick it up Susan's ass the moment that her husband finished screwing her.
"LEAN BACK," Phil told her as he drove in. "COME ON, BABY. THAT'S IT. TWIST. FARTHER BACK. OHHH, LIKE THAT. YES. COME ON, FUCK, FUCK."
The vibrant young woman was responding. She had never known such pain or torture or suffering, but she had to give in to him.
"OOOHHH, I CANT STAND IT," Susan cried out as she felt him driving in all the way.
He reached up to grip her full ripe breasts, which were dancing like mounds of jelly. He paid no attention to her moans or whimpering sounds. His rock-hard panis was soaring into her ass with all of his manly might. His balls slapped lewdly at her crevice.
"SMOOTH, BABY," he told her as he went on plunging into her stretched anus. "YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL," he gasped.
On the outstroke he looked down at her tight rectum. Then he went on driving his huge cock into her with masochistic joy. It was almost more than Betty could stand. She nuzzled up to Susan oh the bed. She sucked on her tits while her husband fucked with his passion-contorted face hovering right over her.
"OOOHHH, STOP IT YOU TWO," Susan begged.
But they didn't stop. Instead her boss, Jeffrey Stevens, joined the party. Jeffrey sucked on one breast while Betty sucked on the other, and all the time Phil Baldwin continued driving his slick prick up her tight, hot ass. His bloated testicles were slapping at her butt as he rammed it to her.
"OOOHHH, I LOVE IT," he gasped, wallowing in the lewd pleasure of his desire-maddened body as he soared toward a shattering, mind- bending climax.
Susan wondered how much more of this punishment she could take. Yet as the lovers on each side of her sucked on her breasts and Phil fucked her ass, she did enjoy it.
"You've got such pretty tits," Betty paused as she looked up at Susan. Jeffrey grinned, too.
"Isn't it wonderful having three people love your body, baby?" he asked. "When Betty finished screwing your asshole, I want to screw it, too."
What a disgusting thought. The three of them were going to make it with her that way.
Phil was ramming in now with all of his might. He was almost there.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he panted as he plunged in with violent, throbbing movements.
His eyes.feasted on Susan's beautiful body as he rammed it to her. "FUCK IT," he ordered breathlessly. She groaned as he drove his pulsating cock head ever deeper. Her sudden cry of protest only elicited pleasure in his body. The girl's lush ass cheeks twisted as she pushed back.
"I'M CUMMING," he panted as he felt the warm elastic suction of her ass pulling his sperm right out of his throbbing, hot prick.
He levered himself as he rammed it in one last time with a mighty brutal lunge. Phil was groaning as he climaxed. Susan felt his hard, massive cock exploding and ramming all the way through her body, almost as if it would come out of her mouth.
Tides of scalding sperm shot through his cock head and into her stretched rectum as he spasmed. "AAAHHH," she groaned, "OOOHHH!" Her roundly quivering buttocks contracted uncontrollably around his driving, hard penis. She felt a strange kind of intense erotic bliss as his sodomy-incited climax made her cunt juice, too. She moaned insanely, pushing her gyrating buttocks repeatedly back onto his plunging prick. More cum ejaculated from his pent-up male seed. Her brain was spinning with a new-found kind of sensual ecstasy.
When he eased his cock from her asshole, sure enough, Betty Baldwin was going to mount her. Betty got behind her.
"YOU GOT IT NICE AND SLICK FOR ME, HONEY," he told her husband. "OHHH, IT'S SO GOOD."
Betty was easing the plastic dildo into her rectum. She shoved it with deep, stabbing movements. "FUCK IT," she exclaimed hotly. "FUCK IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS, FUCK!" Underneath her now, Phil Baldwin replaced his wife Betty. He looked up at her jiggling tits and sucked on them. He smiled over at Jeffrey who was licking at her other nipple. The two of them went on sucking on her bosoms while Betty rammed her plastic dildo up Susan's tight anal orifice. Even though she had been stretched with Phil's huge, throbbing prick it was still tight.
"THIS IS ALL RIGHT," she grunted as she rutted up her ass. "OHHH, YES, YES, TWIST IT."
Anything to get her off. Susan twisted her hips, providing Betty with the kind of erotic pleasure that she obviously required.
It was a unique experience to have her ass being fucked by a dildo and one that surprised her, for once her ass had been stretched with Phil Baldwin's long, throbbing prick, it didn't hurt so much.
"TWIST YOUR TAIL, HONEY," Betty demanded as she slapped her ass crudely.
What a foul-talking lewd woman Betty was. But she didn't think of herself that way. Susan could tell. As far as she was concerned it was obviously a normal, nice way to make it.
Accommodatingly she twited her ass for her. Betty continued ramming it in her hot, tight asshole.
"I CAN'T STAND IT," she groaned. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS. I'M CUMMING. AAAHHHHH, HOT DAMN, I'M THERE!" She was juicing.
Susan could feel her cum all over her curving ass cheeks. Her boss was eager to get in her butt now. "I'm next," Jeffrey reminded her. "Let me in there. I want to fuck her cute ass."
No sooner had Betty pulled the dildo from Susan's behind than Jeffrey mounted her.
"Get ready, honey," he told her, "cause you're gonna get screwed."
Delicious thrills raced through her body as she felt Jeffrey clutching her ass cheeks. However, she was certain he had not applied any lubrication to his penis and told him so.
"Aren't you going to grease that pole of yours?"
Shaking his head he told her he didn't need to.
"Baby, you're just right," he assured her. "All you have to do is lean back and enjoy it."
Gripping her quaking ass cheeks, he suddenly shoved forward. His throbbing penis reached to her tight anus. With a sudden massive jab he plunged right up her rectum. Sure enough, her asshole was well lubricated with the good screwing that Phil Baldwin had given her originally. His cum provided excellent lubrication.
"OOOHHH, IT'S SO NICE AND TIGHT IN HERE," he exclaimed. "FUCK IT, BABY, FUCK."
She kept her hips grinding and twisting for him.
"I LOVE IT," he enthused. "OOOHHH, BABY, GRIND. THAT'S HOW. NOW YOU'RE DOING IT."
She wasn't able to speak. Susan could only twist her ass like an animal.
"YES, YESSS," he cried, half-crazed with her smooth, tight asshole. "SCREW IT, SCREW IT!"
She twisted around for him. Susan was giving him every thrill she knew how.
He rammed it to her mercilessly, her ass clutched at his prick.
"I'M REALLY FUCKING YOU NOW," he told her, "AND LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT."
She kept her tail twisting accommodatingly. He slapped her buttocks crudely as he lewdly continued plunging right up her rectum.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE WONDERFUL," he told her. "I'M GONNA CUM IN A MINUTE."
Her undulating body excited him. He enjoyed looking down at her ass as it would rise and fall and he would pump his prick obscenely into her.
She flexed her buttocks lewdly against him as she ground back to get more of his cock. His balls slapped against her ass cheeks. He was spearing hard now and ready to explode. He went on stabbing hotly into the tiny orifice.
It was strange how much she wanted him. She loved having his invading penis riding in her.
"FUCK IT," he groaned. "OOOHHH, BABY, THAT'S HOW. EXACTLY WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO. TWIST IT FOR ME, FUCK, FUCK!"
His passion-filled body was aching for release. It wouldn't be much longer until they were cumming together.
"AAAHHHHH, OHHHHH, YES, YES. FUCK OFF!"
Their sweat-soaked bodies slapped together as they continued screwing. Her clasping asshole pulled desperately on his thick, bulbous cock head. He levered forward, and with a mighty brutal lunge while she was still groaning, he slapped her ass cheeks. She could feel his lust-bloated balls exploding as he shot his wad up her butt.
"I'M CUMMING," he gasped. "OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, YES, YESSS. MILK ME."
She knew what he meant. Her ass muscles seized his prick and squeezed.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he exploded his load high up her hot, twisting ass.
Easing his cock out of her ass, he slapped her buttocks crudely.
"What was that for?"
"Just a love tap," he smiled.
It was evident that she had enjoyed herself, and it was equally evident that he had, too.
"You're so beautiful, baby," he told her. "I've really had a ball."
They went downstairs and had some more food. Then they parted.
Susan went into Betty Baldwin's bedroom and talked to her confidentially.
"Betty, how can you live like this?" she asked her.
"What do you mean?" Betty demanded.
"You know what I mean," she told her. "It's really sick to carry on like this. And you know it is."
Betty shook her head.
"I don't think so. I enjoy trying different things. And as- long as I enjoy it and my husband does, I see nothing wrong with it. Your morals are very provincial."
Susan acknowledged that she had been brought up in a very strict home.
"My mother would kill me if she knew what I've been doing," she confessed.
"You should go to a shrink and get over all those guilt complexes. As a matter of fact, you will have to if you're going to continue with Jeffrey at his place. Jeffrey always insists that his girls become involved in free-swinging sex orgies. I thought you knew that."
"I'm rinding out," she acknowledged, "and it's really quite disgusting. However, I suppose I could adjust."
Betty was brushing the bosoms against Susan's great breasts.
"Mind if I lick your tits, dear?" she asked.
Shaking her head, Susan told her, "No."
Betty's, hot tongue lashed at her taut nipples. It was proving exciting to her.
"OOOHHH, HONEY," she told her, "LET ME GO DOWN ON YOU. I WANT TO EAT YOUR SNATCH. I'LL BET YOU TASTE REAL SWEET AND JUICY."
She dropped down to her knees. She pulled her cunt to her lips and she began sucking on her pussy, thrilling her enormously.
"OOOHHH, BABY," she whispered, "I LOVE IT. THAT'S BEAUTIFUL. KEEP IT UP."
To her amazement Susan was discovering new dimensions of erotic pleasure that she thoroughly enjoyed.
"YES, YESSS," she cried out anxiously. "I LOVE IT. KEEP IT UP."
She was just about to juice when Jeffrey opened the door.
"What a lovely exhibition," Jeffrey observed.
Phil Baldwin was close behind. He watched his wife sucking Susan's snatch.
"My wife is a wonderful pussy eater," he smiled. "Look at her go."
Closing her eyes, Susan shut out the shameful spectacle. She let only her emotions respond to Betty's spearing, lashing tongue.
Chapter Eleven
When Jeffrey and Susan drove home after the wild weekend, Susan had made up her mind. She vowed she was going to quit working for Jeffrey.
"We had a wonderful time at Phil and Betty's place, didn't we?" Jeffrey smiled.
"Did we?" she demanded.
It got him angry that she wasn't instantly grateful for the good tim that he'd given her.
"Well, well," Jeffrey drawled contemptuously. "You certainly appeared to have made good use of your time. As a matter of fact, it was rather difficult to pull you away from Betty. You seemed to have a natural penchant for enjoying sex with her."
That got Susan so angry that she could hardly stand it. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath the smooth material of her dress. She glared at him furiously.
"You're disgusting," she said scornfully. "I mean, I just had sex with her because you wanted me to. You're acting so childish about it."
"It was convenient," he smiled. "It was there. So you let her go down on you."
He looked longingly at her beautiful big blue eyes.
"Come off it, sweetheart," he drawled sarcastically, "you know that you're a swinger. You like it."
"It wasn't like that at all," she retaliated spiritedly. "First of all, you forced me to come along with you. I was looking out for my job at the office. So you might have to look for another secretary because I'm going to be looking for work."
He could see that she was not the easiest person in the world to deal with.
"In a word, what did you think of our weekend?" he smiled as he continued acting as if everything was as it should be.
"In a word, it was filthy," she told him.
He smiled.
"That's nice," he told her. "but you went along with it. Pon't tell me that you don't enjoy sex.
That wouldn't be fair. You worked the streets of Atlanta before you peddled your ass at my office. So don't make me "sick."
Two tears rolled down Susan's cheeks. He was patiently working her to a frazzle. She shrugged and looked at him.
"Maybe I am just a hooker, but at least when I was selling it I got paid for my services."
That got him angry. He didn't say anything. He kept his eyes on the highway. She was a mischievous little imp and ungrateful, he thought to himself. And then he laughed, showing his fine white teeth.
"Maybe I was your door to respectability," he told her. "And you simply don't know how to make the climb up to above-ground living."
Nervously she looked at him and murmured, "Above-ground living, my ass. You know very well that you are a gutter-level man. You enjoy every rotten sex act that you can think of. And I'm supposed to go along with it so you can get your kicks. You're just a dirty old man."
That got him angry.
"You mean, dirty young man, don't you, dear?" he asked. "After all, you're getting up there, too. How old are you now?"
She looked at him.
"Well, I'm not thirty yet, and you're over that hill."
"But not far, baby," he told her, "so take it easy."
He didn't enjoy her sarcastic taunting. Nevertheless, she still appealed to him and he couldn't ignore her completely. She was protesting over all of the sexual performances that she had gone through during their wild weekend and perhaps she had a right to.
When he finally pulled up to her apartment in Atlanta, he told her that he hoped that there were no hard feelings.
"Oh, I guess not," Susan told him, "but you can be difficult"
"Some women say impossible," he laughed. "But it's good to get away and live out your fantasies. Life is miserable enough the way it is, so we have to invent fun and games in bed to relieve some of it."
She thanked him for an unusual time and left.
Monday morning dawned to another wet and miserable day. It was raining again in Atlanta. The heavy summer rains had seemed as though they would never end this year.
Hurriedly Susan got dressed. It wasn't going to be easy to go back and face Jeffrey after all that they had done together. She seemed as though he had raped her soul.
She managed to locate her raincoat in the closet. Then she hurried down to where she'd parked her car. Summer rainfall like this bothered her. But that was life. She hurried to the office.
Just as she was pouring herself some coffee, she heard Jeffrey Stevens laughing as he entered the office.
"Oh, I had a work weekend," he was telling a secretary. "I guess I take my work home with me. Sometimes I deserve a break. Maybe you would enjoy spending a weekend with me. Of course, it will be difficult, as all I do is keep my nose to the grindstone."
He hadn't noticed Susan standing there. But she looked up at him with a knowing look.
"Is that what you keep your nose next to?" she smiled.
He glared at her but quickly regained complete composure.
"Most of the time," he told her.
Susan sipped her coffee slowly as he went on talking to the secretary. She went into his office later that morning and he warned her not to make digs in front of other employees.
"All right," Susan agreed, "but don't make life impossible for me, Jeffrey."
"Now, my love," he told her, "it was my pleasure to give you an opportunity to experience real living. You've simply been in small time stuff. And I introduced you to sophisticated sex. After all, did you ever have an opportunity to go to a lovelier country estate than the Baldwin's?"
She looked at him.
"Listen," she snapped indignantly, "I have gotten around."
"Yes, my dear, you've been around in circles," he told her, "or you wouldn't have to work your ass off as a secretary. Why I know hustlers in this town who have really made it big. They're driving Mercedes', living in posh apartments, and living off the fat of the land. Apparently, you never did hit the big time. So don't give me that crap about giving up so much to come to work for me. You're lucky I took you in, considering your purple past and what some men in this office know about you. Do you understand that?"
Sighing heavily, Susan told him, "You don't need to raise your voice. That is, unless you are eager for everyone in the office to hear you dredge up my unfortunate background."
He looked out at the rain and the day seemed as miserable outside as it did inside.
"What a damned dismal Monday," he quipped quickly. "I loathe days like this."
"I do, too," Susan told him. "Now is there some work that you want me to perform? After all, that's why you needed a secretary, isn't it?"
He turned from looking at the insistent rain pelting against the huge windows of his office and sat down at his desk in his black leather chair. He looked up at her.
"Before we take dictation I want to tell you that I do have another assignment for you. I have some out-of-town business contacts who will be coming to Atlanta. They naturally need someone to dine with them. And I thought I would recommend you. I'm sure you would enjoy going to some fine restaurants and getting acquainted with the upper class."
"Damn you," Susan exclaimed as she got to her feet and flung her notebook and pencil to the floor angrily. "You are turning me into a tramp! It's not dinner that they want, it's me. It's me, bare-ass naked in bed. With my legs up in the air. Oh, I hate you. I'm supposed to turn a trick for you gratis. A freebie fuck so you can make a deal with some worthless character from out of town. Well, as far as I'm concerned, you can take your job and shove it up your ..."
Susan let her sentence dangle in the air as she looked at Jeffrey Stevens' menacing expression surfacing in his eyes.
"Pick that notebook up," he said emphatically. "Pick up your pencil and take dictation."
She shrugged resignedly. Susan bent over and picked up her pad and pencil. Sitting back in her chair once more she looked at him.
"And now the dictation."
She took three letters and then went out to the outer office and typed them. An older secretary came over and said that she wanted to talk to her.
"What about?" Susan asked.
Mrs. Montgomery looked sternly at her.
"About a lot of things," she told her. "But I want to do it in privacy. Could we meet down in the ladies room?"
"I guess so, if it's that important," Susan said in a whisper.
Mrs. Montgomery nodded. "Extremely important," she assured her.
She went down to the ladies room and Mrs. Montgomery leveled with her.
"I hate to tell you this, honey," she told her, "but you're being used. Mr. Stevens is not a nice man. He's going to ask you to have sex with some visiting business associates of his who are coming to Atlanta from New York City. It's really dirty of him to make you satisfy them so he can swing his deals with Castle Industries. That's what he did to the last girl. It's outrageous actually. You could complain."
"How do you know so. much about what he plans to do?" Susan asked her bluntly.
"Unfortunately, he left his door open so I could hear when I was going by. And what I heard gave me a clue as to what he was expecting of you. Well, if I were you, I would tell that old boy where to head in."
"I appreciate your concern, Mrs. Montgomery," Susan assured the older woman, "but it really is my business."
"Monkey business," she said. "Satisfying Jeffrey Stevens any way he wants never does work. He has a series of secretaries that have gone through his office, my dear. You're but the last in a long line of women who have gone before. He uses them up like sticks of gum. And when he's through he spits them out of his mouth. He was getting pretty rugged with you today when he lost his temper."
"You must have been standing at the door for quite awhile."
"I was worried about your welfare," Mrs. Montgomery said. "After all, one girl that he had an argument with had an unfortunate fate. He came over and slapped her. That was Cheryl. She was three girls before you. She went to the State and made a fuss with the Labor Department over what he'd been doing. Of course, he has so many people here who will testify on his side that it didn't do her a damn bit of good. He's a vile, contemptible man. And if you don't wise up, honey, he's gonna put you on the discard heap just as soon as he's gotten bored with you ... that way."
"What way?" Susan asked, realizing Mrs. Montgomery was making some pretty strong inferences.
"You know what I mean," she said, nodding slowly. "So I don't need to spell it out. You're a big girl now."
"I can't thank you enough for your concern for my welfare," Susan told her, "and I hope you haven't spread what you've heard all over the office. After all, you are nosing into other people's business."
"That is gratitude for you," Mrs. Montgomery snapped. "I'm only trying to help you. I don't really think you realize the pit that you're going to fall into if you continue doing everything )\e asks you to. I'm trying to help you. Can't you understand that? You know your mother would have a fit if she knew what you were doing around here."
"Thanks again," Susan said, then turned on her heel and walked out. Mrs. Montgomery stood there shaking her head. "Well I never!" she snapped indignantly. She stalked out of the ladies' room and went back to her. desk to continue with her filing and typing.
Susan was giving what Mrs. Montgomery had told her a lot of thought. It would be fun to tell Jeffrey Stevens where to head in. At least it would be an ego-saving move. It would be much worse if he finally lashed out and told her to get lost.
Chapter Twelve
Susan had an opportunity to give a lot of thought to her future. But she didn't know which way to turn. It was apparent to her that she had to make a decision.
That evening as she was about to leave work, Mr. Stevens told her to stop.
"What is it?" she asked, turning around and looking directly into his penetrating brown eyes.
"I was just thinking," he told her, "that you're going to miss out on a good thing. You would en- joy meeting this man I have in mind for you to entertain."
Susan shrugged.
"I am not worried about it," she told him. "You can entertain him."
He glared at her.
"I don't find that amusing."
"I don't find your suggestion amusing, either," she quipped quickly. "I still have my moral values. Even though you have forced me to submit to a dreadful situation in this office, I have my pride and self-respect. And I'm going to exercise it."
This was a challenge to Jeffrey Stevens. He figured that he could get her to go his way in a moment.
"And just when I was going to buy you a nice little gift for being so accommodating," he smiled.
"I don't need your gift," she snapped.
"Diamonds," he told her, "are a girl's best friend, or so I've been led to believe. But I guess you're different."
The alluring prospect of obtaining some diamonds for performing services for a client stimulated Susan's imagination.
"What are you talking about?" she asked him curiously.
"Oh, you're not interested," Jeffrey said and walked away.
That did it. He had laid out the bait and she had responded. Just as he figured she would. Following him into his office she asked him:
"Would it really be worth my while? If we reached some agreeable compensation maybe I could entertain in my fashion."
Slowly turning around, he smiled at her.
"I thought perhaps you would finally listen to reason. Maybe a nice little two karat diamond ring would look good on your finger. It might give you a'little class."
"I would want to make sure that it wasn't some defective diamond" she snapped.
" All right,' ? he told her. * % will let you select the jeweler of your choice. Only I want you to keep this in a reasonable range. It mustn't get over twenty-five hundred. That's all I've allocated to entertainment expenses. This client could mean a tremendous amount to our company. That's why I feel I can afford to give you a gift. Let's say a token of my appreciation. And the appreciation of everyone here at Castle Industries."
It did gall Susan to think that lying on her back and wiggling her ass was the way that the company was managing to swing an account. Was that what his great idealistic corporation had degenerated into?
"If you had such a good line of products," she told him in an angry voice, "maybe you wouldn't have to get a beautiful woman to wiggle her butt. But I guess it always works to do it this way. Sell them a slipshod product and a first-class piece of ass."
"Don't flatter yourself," Jeffrey Stevens snapped. "I just consider you the finishing touch. We have a superb product and you are a little added inducement. That's all, nothing more. And if I hear another word out of you like that, you can get the fuck off our payroll. Do you understand?"
"You're losing your cool," Susan smiled.
"You're enough to make any man lose his cool," he said emphatically.
That evening when Susan went home, she was surprised to have a call from Diane Blake on her answering service. She called Diane and her girl friend insisted on seeing her.
"What is it, Diane?" she demanded.
"I'll tell you in person," Diane explained.
That evening Diane came over and spoke with her concerning her grave problem. Susan was listening so intently to the complicated problem that Diane posed that she barely had time to think about her own plight.
"It's my husband," Diane explained. "He's been seeing another woman. I have found lipstick on his shorts."
"Oh, that is rather suspicious," Susan shook her head. "Have you checked it out to find out if he really is making it'with some other broad?"
"Yes, he is," Diane said nervously, "and that's what gets me so angry. He is seeing some fascinating black girl who can give him a good time. I don't know how he got acquainted with her, but I do know that he's carrying on a wild love affair with this girl. He has her stashed away in an apartment. She doesn't have to do a thing. He keeps her going. It's so thoughtful of him."
Leaning back and smiling, Susan shook her head.
"Honey, love and loyalty are two different things. Your husband does love you. I know he does. But his cock cannot be loyal. Let's say he loves you with his heart, and his cock loves everything it can get into. No doubt this beautiful black girl, and I assume she is beautiful, is giving him everything he needs. Have you ever refused him anything?"
Diane thought about that a moment.
"Well," she admitted, "I certainly wouldn't let him sodomize me. I think that's an awful thing to ask of a woman. One time he tried it and I had a sore ass for a week. Damned if I'd ever let him try it again."
Susan began to understand as Diane's story unwound for her.
"That's the problem," Susan shook her head. "You haven't studied sex. Why I heard that Marilyn Monroe was getting books on anal intercourse. She was studying up on how to use her beautiful body. If that is what turns your husband on, you should give him a crack at your ass now and then. It doesn't have to hurt like the devil, providing you use the proper lubricaton. When I've had men make it that way with me, I've always used KY."
"K who?"
Susan laughed.
"You're such an ignorant girl," she told her. "It's simply the initials of the product. K-Y. It's a surgical jelly and it's slippery. You apply a good coating of that to your lover's prick and then he applies it all around your asshole. If you can teach him to slide in slow and you bend over low, he can make it. No problem."
Diane wasn't quite so sure.
"Well, I think sodomy is sick. But he expected even more. Such dreadful things. I can hardly tell you."
Susan suggested she have a drink.
"It isn't easy to talk over these despicable deeds that these dreadful men expect us women to perform to satisfy their horrible carnal appetites. But, darling, with a drink maybe it'll be easier for you to reveal what this dreadful man has asked you to do."
It was true. The drink loosened Diane's tongue.
"I'll tell you what he wanted," she quipped quickly. "He wanted me to suck on his asshole. Can you think of anything more disgusting?"
"Now that you mention it, no," she told her, "but you could sweeten it up a little."
Still not aware of what she was talking about, Diane asked her to explain. r
"Darling," she told her, "you are so terribly naive when it comes to matters of sexual enjoyment. You should get some honey. You should squeeze the honey around his asshole and lick the honey out. That would make it sweet sucking. Certainly you have to be loaded or smoke a joint or two. But after your brain is so cloudy you don't know what you're doing, you can lick the bastard's asshole. Then he will give you the trip to Bermuda, Hawaii or that fur coat. Maybe even a diamond or two. As a matter of fact, I'm going to be getting a diamond for performing some services for a client."
Diane listened in wrapt attention as Susan revealed what her game plan was.
"I thought you were going to go clean, honey," she told her. "I mean, walk the straight and narrow. You got a job in an office and said you were gonna quit peddling your ass around Atlanta."
Susan sipped her drink slowly and revealed what she had been through.
"To my horror," she exclaimed, "I discovered that it's going on everywhere. It isn't always that you're doing it for a hundred an hour or whatever. It also refers to little gifts that men give. For example, my boss wants me to entertain a client. He claims that if he can swing this account he will be in a perfect position to carry on. He wants Castle Industries to sell to a man from New York City who has a large corporation there. So when this man flies into town at the end of the week, I'm supposed to give him a wild time in bed. And I'll be rewarded. Instead of so much an hour, a gratuity is being offered in exchange for sex."
"A gratuity?" Diane asked.
"You might call it that, love," Susan laughed. "He's giving me a two karat diamond. I can go up to twenty-five hundred. He'll mark it off as a business expense. Isn't that marvelous?"
"You're a very lucky girl," Diane nodded. "I could suck on my husband's asshole, lick his balls and let him drive his horrible prick up my butt and I wouldn't get a diamond. I'd get hemorrhoids."
Shaking her head, Susan told her, "You have no imagination. If you play your husband right you can get what you want. Simply tell him that you need to be in a vacation spot to bring out your lustful nature. Once you have him there, doctor his drinks. Think of what you want and make him promise that he'll get it for you before he gets to lay a hand on you. You're foolish if you don't. I know a girl friend of mine who's been doing that for years. She got a pool, she got Hawaii, Acapulco, and even a fur wrap tossed in." Diane's eyes glistened with excitement. "Oh, you've given me a new lease on life. What can I do for you in return?"
"You can go to bed with me, honey," she told her. "I've grown fond of doing it with women." Diane's jaw hung slack. "Am I hearing you right?" she asked her. "Or have you flipped out?"
"Your hearing is all right and I haven't flipped, honey. I'm coming down to earth. I've discovered how much fun it is licking pussy. Now don't tell me no man has ever tried to eat your cute snatch, Diane." .
"True," she admitted, "my husband is crazy about cunt eating. Matter of fact, he tried to get me to give him permission to lick my pussy last night. Naturally I declined. That is rather immoral."
"Immoral my ass," Susan shook her head. "It's a pleasure. And I would like to teach you a few tongue tricks. Then you could lick my cunt and we could do a sixty-nine session together."
The thought of performing a sixty-nine session with her girl friend was. shocking and nerve-wracking to Diane.
"Baby, give me another drink," she recommended, "and I need a double belt. Anymore talk like that and you'll have me running for the door." Susan laughed.
"Sophisticated people are doing it. As a matter of fact," she told her girl friend as she went to get her a drink, "last weekend I was out in the country. My boss introduced me to some wealthy people who have this huge estate. You know, the whole bit. The Georgian colonial pillars, the swimming pool, the butler, the whole works. Well, you should have seen how that gorgeous woman went for me. And her husband loved it. He found it fascinating to see the two of us licking at each other's pussy."
Diane downed her drink swiftly.
"The quicker I get stoned," she told her, "the less shocking your conversation will seem to me. Right now it sounds terribly sick."
"The reason you haven't enjoyed getting your pussy sucked," Susan explained, "is because you've gone at it the wrong way. Now I keep a constant supply of pussy jelly. This is the reason that so many men like to lick my snatch, because I see to it that it's properly prepared before they flip their tongue into me. Of course, you use pussy jelly when you let your husband suck on you, don't you?"
Diane confessed, "I don't know much about what people are doing these days. That does sound rather far out, shall I say?"
"No, dear," Susan insisted. "I think it sounds delicious. All you have to do, baby, is lay back and spread your legs. Then I will slip a container of, let's say peach pussy jelly, in your cunt. And you can slip a container of champagne pussy jelly in my snatch. You do like-' champagne, don't you, Diane?"
"Yes, out of a glass," she insisted, "not out of your pussy. I must take you to my shrink. I'm sure Dr. Wilder would find you an interesting study."
"Fuck Dr. Wilder," Susan snapped as she went to the bedroom.
She returned with an entire container of pussy jellies.
"You see, here are the assorted flavors. All you have to do is slip this plastic tube in your vagina. You squeeze it and it's disposable. You throw the empty plastic tube away, lie back, spread your legs and give a man or a woman a real tongue treat. Baby, it's something when cunt jelly mixes with a climax. Why don't you try it?"
It was strange how her suggestion did trigger something within Diane. At the edge of her mind she had always wondered what two women could find so fascinating about each other.
"All right, I'm game to try anything... once," Diane agreed.
The two women went to the bedroom. Diane picked the champagne vagina jelly for insertion in Susan's pussy.
"I'm nervous about the whole thing," she told her, "and my husband would be sick if he knew that I would do such an act. I've been Little Miss Goody Two Shoes with him."
"Well, Snow White," she laughed, "tonight is the night. You're gomra open your mouth and open your legs and you're gonna love every lapping tongue-sucking, pussy-eating minute of it."
Diane steadied herself. What was the world coming to? Everything she had thought was right was spinning and whirling.
Now Diane stretched but naked on the bed. She spread her legs while Susan inserted the plastic tube of peach cunt jelly in her vagina. Squeezing the tube, Diane felt the peach jelly squirting inside of her.
"Ouch, it feels funny," she gasped.
"You're gonna love it when I start sucking," Susan assured her.
Susan inserted the champagne pussy jelly in her own vagina. Then she angled herself so her pussy was even with Diane's mouth. Diane went to working at her vagina with her tongue. She copied the movements of Susan. Their wild erotic encounter was becoming very pleasurable.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "YES. I LOVE IT."
They were twisting and turning and writhing in their erotic frenzy. The moment that Diane felt her girl friend's tongue licking at her pussy she became so aroused she was trembling. The passionate frenzy swept through her tingling body from head to toe.
"OOOHHH, SUSAN, KEEP SUCKING," she panted breathlessly.
Susan was pleased that Diane enjoyed her tongue-lapping movements. She continued licking and lapping noisily at her vagina.
"YES, YES," she cried out passionately. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT UP. DON'T EVER STOP IT."
They were writhing and twisting uncontrollably. Immediately Diane went to work on Susan's vagina. She figured that if it was so much pleasure for her that obviously it would be for Susan's pussy, too.
Parting Susan's pink pussy lips with her tongue, she let herself get lost in her cunt. The two of them were sucking on each other's pussy and the pussy jelly added a delicious tingling taste to their entrancing excitement. They rolled around on the bed, clasping at each other's body.
"OOOHHH, EAT ME, EAT ME," Diane panted passionately. "OOOHHH, SUSAN. NO MAN HAS EVER SUCKED MY CUNT LIKE THIS."
Susan couldn't help telling her something. Pulling her tongue from her vagina she quipped quickly, "You ought to bring your husband over here so I can give him lessons."
Diane laughed as she went back to licking at Susan's vagina.
The two women kept this up until they were both cumming at the same time. Diane enjoyed being sucked and it was fun lapping up Susan's pussy juice, mingling with the champagne cunt jelly.
Breathlessly they pulled away from each other and lay there laughing for a long moment.
"WOW!" Susan exclaimed. "YOU WERE TREMENDOUS. BABY, YOU'RE A NATURAL."
"A natural what?" Diane chuckled.
"A natural for love," Susan smiled. "I think it's so-beautiful that you enjoy this kind of wild sexual encounter. It really is."
They lay there talking, almost as if the orgasm had made them want to unwind.
Susan revealed something to Diane that shocked her.
"Have you ever seen a dildo?"
"No, I haven't," Diane admitted.
"It's about time you did," Susan smiled. "I'll go get mine and strap it on. I can really give a marvelous fuck with it. You'll love it."
Diane wasn't so sure. Susan wanted to demonstrate.
Susan strapped on the dildo. She came over to the bed and Diane looked at the head of it curiously.
"Damn it, that looks like a real cock."
"It should," Susan smiled. "It was made after a master mold of a famous black athlete's prick."
"What a unique idea," Diane said. "I hear those big black dudes are really well hung."
"Well, you can see for yourself that they are," Susan winked, "because you're looking at a copy of a black cock right here."
Diane stretched out on the bed. Invitingly she spread her legs. Her hand wandered down to play with her fleecy pubic curls. She parted the moist flanges of her cunt and told Susan to go ahead and screw her.
"I can hardly wait to find out what it's like to have that big plastic prick going in me," she admitted.
"You're not going to have to wait much longer," she assured her.
Ramming forward, she drove the plastic cock into her with lusty delight.
"FUCK," Susan exclaimed. "OOOHHH, BABY, THAT'S SO BEAUTIFUL."
Susan pressed her great bosoms against Diane's breasts. Diane loved the sensation of her taut nipple tips pressing against her aroused nipples.
They thrilled to the wild sensations of their untamed sexual natures. Pressing her lips against Diane's lips, Susan licked hungrily. Diane's mouth opened and Susan's tongue eased inside.
Diane sucked on Susan's tongue. They clung to each other. They were humping each other and loving it.
"OOOHHH, KEEP SCREWING ME," Diane begged, her voice coming short, her hands clutchng at Susan's straining ass cheeks.
Susan was pumping it to her with magnificent force.
"BABY," she panted, "ISN'T IT WONDERFUL?"
Her girl friend looked at her adoringly.
"YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS IT IS," she told her. "OH, COME ON, FUCK. FUCK IT."
Delicious waves of stormy pleasure swept through their bodies. They were working together toward a rousing climax. Their bodies merged as they furiously pitched at each other.
Passionately they worked at their furious female lovemaking. And they loved every minute of it.
"YES, OOOHHH, YES, I LOVE IT," she gasped. "SCREW ME, SCREW ME."
Frantic ripples of erotic enticement burned in their loins. Diane ground back to meet Susan's dildo jabs. Her cuntal muscles clutched the stabbing plastic prick.
"YES, YES," she cried out eagerly, "FUCK ME. FUCK ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. SCREW ME."
It seemed as if she couldn't get enough of this wild lovemaking.
"OOOHHH, BABY," she groaned, "I WANT IT. I WANT IT SO BAD."
It was a strange kind of release. It was doing something she knew was wrong. But right and wrong had vanished. The only thing she knew now was the pinnacle of sexual pleasure that she had arrived at. She wanted to orgasm.
Breathlessly she begged, "HARDER. SCREW ME, FUCK ME!"
Their breasts were pressing tightly against each other, their mouths tight together and they were fucking fast.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," Susan groaned, "I'M CUMMING."
Diane locked her naked legs around Susan's hips.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME. I'M CUMMING," she gasped as she came gushing in a wild torrent of explosive love juices.
The naked women writhed and kissed and panted frantically as they finished their encounter.
When Susan eased out of Diane's vagina, she tweaked her breasts playfully. "You have such nice tits," she told her.
"Oh, I feel so excited," Diane told her. "I loved having sex with you, darling."
Bending over, Susan kissed her passionately.
"Go home to your husband," Susan suggested, "and teach him a thing or two. Let him have some fun with your body, baby. You were too inhibited and uptight when you came in here tonight. Now I think you can go back and satisfy him. That's what love is all about. The ultimate satisfaction. The big orgasm. The apocalyptic orgasm."
Diane's eyes lit up as she thought about the apocalyptic orgasm. That was the orgasm she had been seeking all of her life. Not the run-of-the-mill, traditional missionary type sex.
Chapter Thirteen
The next day at the office Susan, was faced with the fact that she would have to entertain the out-of-town executive from New York City. In a most business-like manner Jeffrey Stevens called her in to his office to discuss it.
"I want this date that you are having to go along smoothly. The man that you'll be entertaining is Steve Window. Steve is a very nice man and a former football player. He is actually a front man. He has the image that his company wants him to have and he doesn't know too damn much about his business. If Castle Industries could get this account we all would be aided. So when you are performing your services, honey, remember you're doing it for Castle Industries, as well as yourself."
That got Susan angry. She got to her feet, took a deep breath, and glared at him.
"I'm doing it for me," she said emphatically, *"and not for you or anybody else at your damned fucking company. Get that straight. At least when I was turning a trick we didn't tell lies. I would tell a guy how much it was gonna cost him to get his rocks off. And I would give him my price list. After that it was just a matter of a simple transaction. There was no love in it ... it was just a mechanical sex act. Don't try to come at me with a pep talk. I suppose that I should be thinking I'm going to bed with this football executive stud so that Castle Industries will glide out front ahead of all the other competition. Shove it, Jeffrey."
Jeffrey Stevens didn't appreciate Susan's attitude. However, realizing that Steve was about due, he didn't want to make a fuss.
"Mr. Winslow is a wonderful man," he said nervously, "and he will show you a good time. You'll be taken to a fine restaurant, and then he probably will take you to his hotel room. The hotel room will be equipped with some interesting motion pictures to be shown on a video screen. That will arouse him."
Somehow that seemed like a challenge to Susan's ego.
"Don't you think my naked body is enough to arouse any man?" she snarled 1
"Yes, of course, my love," Jeffrey nodded, "but we're trying to give him every kind of sensation we know how. So I hope you don't object if you'll be competing with a video tape showing dirty fuck films. Now does it please you if I speak in your own contemptible language? Maybe you can understand it better."
"At least I'm not putting on phony airs and acting like something I'm not," Susan declared.
"With me, baby," he told her, "you can talk that way. I know what you are. And I know where you're coming from. But when Steve Winslow sets foot in this office at Castle Industries, I want you to be Little Miss Goody Two Shoes and don't you ever forget it."
Jeffrey Stevens did look handsome when he got angry. The fire in his eyes ignited her passion.
"Yes, my master," she told him. "And can the slave have another word now?"
"I'm so angry at you," he told her, "I feel like making you crawl across the floor on your knees. You could come over here and give me a blow job. That ought to put you in your place and fast."
Susan smirked. "You'll have to give me something besides the diamond if you're gonna throw in a cock suck for yourself. As long as we're charging, baby, I'm gonna charge you for every screw."
He smiled.
"Of course it's business before pleasure today," he told her, "so Idon't have time for sex games. Naturally, I want to tend to business."
Susan had scored a triumph. She knew very well that if Jeffrey Stevens thought he could get a freebie cock suck he wouldn't hesitate to degrade her and make her give him one right now. in the office.
"I understand you, Jeffrey," she told him, "now can I go out and finish filing and get those letters in the mail? After all, I am working here as a secretary. I mean, a part time secretary. And I guess a full-time hustler." Jeffrey smiled.
"You have such a pleasing way of putting things," he told her. "Yes, you can trot out there, keep your nose clean and do your filing. Later in the day if I hear more about Mr. Winslow's arrival tomorrow, I will notify you to come in here so we can discuss details."
"Thank you," she said. "Will that be all now?"
"Yes," he nodded.
She got-to her feet and made a mocking curtsy as she walked out to her desk.
"Good day, your honor," she smiled.
There was something about Susan that did appeal to Jeffrey Stevens. He found her interesting, fascinating and totally unpredictable. One moment she acted so grateful for an opportunity to peddle her ass to a big executive and get paid for it. Paid very well, he thought to himself. The next moment she was trying to put on airs like a lady. Something she probably never could be, never was, and wouldn't feel comfortable in the role of anyway.
The day sped by. Mrs. Montgomery scowled as she looked at Susan. Once she got to her feet and came over and started to whisper something.
Susan blurted, "Get the hell out of here. I don't need you giving me any advice."
"Someday you'll be sorry for talking to me like that," Mrs. Montgomery said sadly.
Susan knew that she was right. But her ego couldn't admit it.
"That'll be the day," she told her.
Just as she was about to leave, Jeffrey Stevens did call her into his office.
"What is it?" she asked as she quietly slipped into his office and sat down near his desk.
"It's regarding Mr. Winslow's arrival," he explained. "He will be coming in tomorrow night around five-thirty. I'll pick him up at the airport. And I want you to meet him in the lobby of his hotel. He'll be staying at the Atlanta Manor Hotel. It's a charming quaint place and not as big as some of the skyscrapers in downtown Atlanta. He wanted something more quiet, more traditional."
"I'm afraid I don't go with the traditional place," Susan snapped.
"Honey, what you are selling goes everywhere. It's not only traditional, it's ancient. So, baby, don't you feel out of place. Just remember what your thoughtful, kind, considerate boss is doing for you. That is, providing you do your thing for Mr. Winslow. Now I hope you're not gonna let me down."
"Have I ever let you down in the past?" she asked, making an eyeball-to-eyeball confrontation that indicated rising hostility.
"Of course not," he smiled. "You are a loyal employee of Castle Industries. We're proud to have you on our team. Just make sure that you take care of all of Steve Winslow's needs. He's quite a lusty, handsome man and it might even be a pleasure for a girl like yourself, Susan."
"Thank you," she asid, "and if there isn't anything more, I'll be going now."
The following day sped by so swiftly for Susan she hardly knew it was passing. And then she was home, showering and preparing for that big moment when she would meet Steve Winslow at the Atlanta Manor Hotel in the lobby.
When she stepped out of the shower and glanced in the mirror at her reflection, she couldn't help smiling. The beautiful upthrust bosoms with their taut red nipples, the flat stomach, the flared hips and her beautiful blonde pubic curly hair around her vagina was enough to ignite any man to passionate heights of frenzy. She patted her pussy appreciatively and finished drying off. She selected a dress that she felt would show off her body to the very best advantage. A dress that would let her reveal her fantastic bosoms and her lithe long legs.
Once she finished dressing, she hurried down to her car in the underground garage. Getting on the freeway to head to the Atlanta Manor Hotel a few moments later she began getting cold feet. She wondered if she should go through with it. After all, she had taken the night school course to get away from this sort of thing. But now she was there again. Right back where she didn't want to be. Sure she had a gorgeous body and she was a good hot piece of ass. She knew how to handle herself superbly between the sheets. But there had to be more to life than that. Unfortunately, however, Susan had never found what more ... and that was where the biggest problem lay.
As she parked her car in the Hotel parking lot, once more she had doubts about her decision. Maybe she should just say forget it. It wasn't going to be an easy thing. She knew very well what Steve Winslow would think of her. As far as he was concerned she was just a hustler turning a trick. The fact that she might work in the office didn't make it any better. She was leading a double life. By day she was a respectable secretary at a big company in downtown Atlanta. By night she was a hooker, turning a trick for the trade. Only it wasn't her own trade ... it was the whole company involved. All of Castle Industries riding on her ass. She had better be good.
She was wearing a white dress. White always gave her a virginal feeling. As she adjusted her dress and glanced in the car mirror to brush a few wisps of blonde hair away that had curled about her face, she could see she had a good tan. Her blue eyes stood out in stark contrast and her dazzling white teeth were revealed when she opened her sensuous mouth.
"Quite a sex package you are," she said softly to herself.
She was giving herself the build-up that she required to get involved in these sticky, stormy sexual sessions. It wasn't all fun.
Susan couldn't think about it though. She had her job to do. She had her duties to perform and that was all that she'd better dwell on.
^Vhen she walked into the lobby she immediately saw Mr. Winslow. He looked at her as if she were some kind of a vision. A vision of erotic delight, a girl to make his fantasies come true.
"Good evening," he smiled. "I guess you're Susan. I'm Steve. Pleased to meet you."
Susan smiled and nodded and returned his greeting. However, she knew that if he'd told the truth he would have said he would be pleased to "eat" her, not "meet" her.
They had a couple of drinks at the bar and engaged in some small talk.
"It's wonderful to meet a girl like yourself," he told her. "As a matter of fact, I am very impressed with you. I don't see a reason in the world why we can't get along magnificently. That is, if you are willing to be my friend."
"Why, Mr. Winslow," she told him, "what a pleasure to meet a gentleman like you. A Southern lady appreciates one of you Yankees. I mean, one of you kind, thoughtful, handsome Yankees."
She giggled coyly, putting on an act as she figured he would be expecting her to be acting.
"You're ravishing," he told her. "A real beauty. Jeffrey Stevens told me you were a knockout. And he was right. Why don't we go up to my room and have some refreshments?"
She nodded and smiled. They took the old elevator up to the third floor. They walked down the heavily carpeted hallway to his room. As they opened the door she noticed a white ceiling fan that was squeeking a bit. It was indeed a beautiful place with shuttered windows.
"Oh, what a pleasant room you have," she told him.
"It's really a suite," he explained. "Castle Industries is so thoughtful. They even provided me with some entertainment."
"Entertainment?" she smiled.
"Why, yes," he told her. "Look at this. We have our own video films. And there are a couple of interesting video tapes that Mr. Stevens said I should enjoy. Perhaps you will enjoy them, too."
"I'm sure," she told him.
They ordered some mint juleps, and as they sat under the ceiling fan, Susan watched as he went over to the television set and inserted the cassette. As the films came on Susan knew exactly what they were like.
There was a fantastic color close-up of a man burying his face in a woman's vagina. Steve Winslow looked at her and smiled.
"A rather interesting film, don't you think?"
"Yes, it is," she nodded.
After another drink, he told her, "Would you like some of that action?"
"Are you a very good man when it comes to pussy eating?" she giggled.
"I haven't had any complaints," he told her. "How about letting me try your cunt, honey?"
She agreed. "All right," she said.
"Let's undress," he told her quickly. "Hey, look at that guy go," he nodded toward the television screen.
At that point there was a sodomy sequence on the television. Susan looked at it.
"Oh, it looks like he's killing her," she shook her head. "He sure has a huge cock, doesn't he?"
"Yes," Steve smiled. "Better to fuck her with."
He smiled as he stripped. When she was fully nude he looked at her lovely body.
"Wow, you've got tremendous tits," he told her.
He came over and played with her lush bosoms. His hands wandered over her stomach. Then he patted her vagina.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you've got such a nice body. And I know exactly how to entertain you."
She smiled. "Damned, I bet you do," she told him. "And I'll stretch out for you, Steve."
All she could think of now was the diamond. That was what she wanted. That beautiful two karat diamond ring that her boss had promised. As she stretched out she looked at Steve who was stark naked now. His huge cock was standing out in front of him.
"You're beautiful, baby," he told her.
He got down on the bed with her. His hands eased under her ivory ass cheeks. He pulled her ragged pink pussy lips to his mouth and started slowly sucking.
"Oh, you taste so good," he said as he got his face down in there. She could feel his hot breath. His tongue stiffened and he stabbed it between her pink pussy lips.
"OOOHHH, SUCK ME," she whispered passionately. "SUCK ME, STEVE."
The beautiful blonde reached down. Her hands gripped his head. She held him there as she ground her cunt in his face. If this was what he wanted she would give it to him.
"OOOHHH, I LOVE IT," she cried out anxiously. "LICK IT. BABY, LICK MY PUSSY."
Her whole body trembled now. She loved the stimulating sensations that were surging through her. When he pulled his tongue from her pussy and whipped it around her asshole, her body shivered with excitement.
"OOOHHH, YES, BABY, YES," she panted passionately. "I LOVE IT WHEN YOU LICK ME LIKE THAT. DON'T EVER STOP. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, MORE, BABY, MORE."
He continued sliding his tongue around in her. He could taste her now.
"OOOHHH," Susan groaned as he once more pressed his mouth to her vagina and held it there.
She was juicing now. She never could stand it when a man would nibble her clit.
"BABY," she told him, "SUCK ME. LOVE ME."
He lapped her up, enjoying every delicious drop of her cuntal juices.
He went over to the cassette and turned it off.
"We don't need that now," he told her. "Baby, I want to show you how."
When she saw him standing there with his huge cock throbbing and pulsing, she could see drops of cum dripping from its tip.
"OOOHHH, I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR CUTE ASS," he told her.
She knew that she couldn't resist. Apparently Jeffrey Stevens had told him that she would comply with any erotic demand he would make of her.
"Sure, honey," she told him. "You're sure all revved up."
"Do you like it?" he smiled;
"You bet," she told him. "Looks Hike you've got nine inches of solid prick meat there."
"You'd better believe it," he told her. "And every inch of it is aching to fuck your asshole."
The shapely blonde shuddered at the thought of Steve Winslow easing all of that prick meat up her behind.
"Do you like to get fucked up the ass?" Steve winked.
She watched him as he applied some Vaseline to his penile shaft.
"Oh, I love it," she said. "Of course, I don't expect you to get rough. I mean, take it easy, tiger."
He smiled. "Women always enjoy me that way," he assured her. "All you have to do, baby, is relax and let me do the work."
He obviously expected her to position herself. It didn't make her happy. Susan got in the middle of the bed and knelt. Then he got behind her to mount her. She felt his hot and eager hands gripping her curvaceous ass cheeks.
"Are you afraid?" he asked.
"Should I be?" she returned, giving him a nervous glance.
"No way," he told her. "I know what I'm doing."
All at once she felt him driving forward. His throbbing, huge prick plunged right up her tight asshole.
"I am going to fuck you and fuck you good," he told her.
With a deep, penetrating cock stab he rode up her asshole. Her tight anus opened as his huge penis plunged forward. He gripped the moons of her buttocks and rammed forward. His throbbing balls ached for release. Susan bent over farther to make it easy for him to get into her. His huge, throbbing penis plunged without mercy all the way. He rammed it in up to the hilt. Reaching forward, he gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them as he drove in like a demon.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH," she groaned, "YOU'RE KILING ME."
It didn't matter. Her cries of protest only produced more pleasure for him.
"THAT'S IT," he told her, "WIGGLE FOR ME."
Susan wasn't wiggling. She was writhing and struggling in an attempt to get away from him. But she was helplessly pinned underneath him. When she didn't cooperate he got angry.
"Baby, I don't like the fact that you aren't participating. Maybe another film would help."
Getting off the bed, the former football player walked naked over to the television set. He inserted a cassette that he knew would depict anal intercourse. There it was. A blonde woman bending over as a huge black man inserted his manhood in her rectum. The black man savagely pistoned his throbbing cock in and out of the tortured blonde's behind.
"That's inspiring," Steve exclaimed as he joined her once more on the bed.
Pulling her buttocks apart, he slammed into her. His throbbing cock pistoned in and out of her ass wildly. She hated what was happening, but figured it was better to endure it than complain. At least she would get something when it was over. And that was what she was thinking of every minute now.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES," he exclaimed as he rammed it to her without mercy. "I LOVE IT. THAT'S HOW. NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. FUCK, FUCK!"
He was having such a good time as he looked at the film of the black man sodomizing the blonde girl that he was distracted from any other sounds or noises. He didn't even hear the door opening and a man entering the room. Suddenly two men were there.
"What's going on here?" one man demanded angrily.
"Damn it all to hell, a raid," he complained as his flaccid cock eased out of the blonde's shapely behind.
"Book 'em both," the second man who had entered the room said.
"We figured that this was what the old Atlanta Manor was being used for," one man tersely exclaimed.
Moments later they were forced to dress and give the officers their names/
When Jeffrey Stevens got a phone call from his attractive blonde secretary and he asked her where she was, she didn't hesitate to tell him.
"In jail. That's where I am." Jeffrey was horrified.
"What in hell happened to Steve Winslow?" he demanded.
"He's in jail, too," she said, disgust tinging her tone.
"I'll get a lawyer and a bail bondsman and you'll be out of there in a minute," he told her. "Just relax. I've got to contact Steve. I don't know what this is going to do to my account."
"Do I still get the diamond ring?" she demanded.
He was so angry when he heard her ask for the diamond ring at a point in time like this that be hung up on her.
Susan did manage to get out swiftly. The bail bondsman and the attorney took care of that. However, she was also informed by her boss that she was fired.
"What's gonna become of my company?" he shrieked when she told him to go to hell and back.
"I don't give a damn," Susan snapped. "At least when I was plying my trade I knew where I was at. Dealing with you above-ground boys is not easy." He smirked.
"Would you get out of here and quit bugging me?" he demanded. "I've got business to tend to."
She turned away and sullenly left the office. At least she still had her looks and there were a lot of interesting streets in Atlanta.
