In this modern age, gambling is as commonly accepted as baseball in our society. In times past, this was often a much frowned-upon activity reserved for the wealthy and the irreparably dissolute classes, and was believed to be a sure method of corrupting one's morals and character.
Times change however, though most people are still susceptible to the same failings as our ancestors always were. Angela Martin, the young blonde wife in this scathingly forthright novel, was a victim of the horrible ravages this weakness can bring down on us when allowed to become out of control. Her husband, David, had long been hopelessly addicted to this vice, but he had vowed to give it up for her. The reader will witness the total depravity that exists in the hearts of those who operate such gambling institutions, making prey of unsuspecting individuals caught in the spiraling web of debt and despair.
Perhaps if David's lovely young wife had never been seen by the lecherous Harvey Sears who owned such an establishment, this heart rending tale, which cried out to be recorded for posterity, might never have taken place. But when this insatiable monster of a man had once glimpsed her curvaceous charms and learned she was the wife of the man who owed him so much money, her fate was hopelessly sealed.
It is the sincere hope of the Publishers that Wife For Stakes by Claude Evans may someday save some other potential Angelinos from being subjected to the ravishment of her soul and body. If that happens, if one innocent young wife and her wayward husband are spared the grief and emotional anguish reported here in such unrelenting detail and artistry, then both Publisher and Author will have fulfilled what they set out to do.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Angela and David Martin stepped past the head waiter holding the red velvet rope, then waited for him to lead them to their table. David was waiting to see the look of surprise on her face when they were shown to the small circle surrounding the spotlighted stage where the floor show would be. It had cost him an extra fifty dollars to get it, but for their second anniversary it was worth it. Especially since he knew that she was feeling a little upset with him these days. He knew she thought he had been running around lately in the evenings, but actually he was doing some free-lance bookkeeping to make up for the money he had lost by gambling. A couple of months ago he had fallen back into his old habit of gambling despite his strong resolve not to, but now he was through with it forever he was three thousand dollars in debt, and when he finally paid that off, he would never set foot in that club again.
As Angela wound through the narrow lanes among the other diners, David couldn't help noticing the envious looks he received from most of the men. He smiled secretly to himself as he watched his young wife's sensuous walk ahead of him.
Angela was not as tall and long-legged as she looked in the tight-fitting emerald evening dress he had made her wear, and his insistence on the upswept blonde hair-do accented the effect even more. He enjoyed the way her tautly rounded buttocks undulated smoothly under the green satin material. Her waist above was so narrow and wasp-like that he could encircle it with his hands, but her gently curving hips flared out enticingly to the sides. She had a petulant little girl's way of bending her smooth-skinned neck as she held her head to one side that even after two years of marriage always made him feel a little jerking sensation in the pit of his stomach when he watched her.
When they reached the table, she turned to face him as the waiter in his red dinner jacket pulled the chair out for her. She had refused to go out with her husband in the low-cut top he had wanted her to wear, and she had altered it so that only the tantalizing promise of her firmly ripened breasts was visible. Even so, he thought as she sat down with a slightly surprised expression on her lovely face, she's easily the most exciting woman in the place.
Pleased though she was at being the center of so much attention in the expensive supper club, Angela, nevertheless, found herself unavoidably worrying about how much it was going to cost. Just to get the front table must have set David back another twenty dollars, she was thinking. The waiter brought them the Manhattans they had ordered and left them the menu. Before David could pick it up to look, she glanced at the prices down the side, and her heart skipped a beat. Most of the main courses cost over thirty dollars per person! That was more than she allowed herself for a whole week's shopping for them to eat at home. Once again, David seemed to her totally irresponsible when it came to money. And she had noticed that their bank account was lower than it had been for the whole two years they had been married.
Angela tried to smile at him when he raised his glass and put his left hand over hers in a gesture of continuing devotion, but she couldn't bring herself to answer his beaming happiness with full conviction. David became aware of her faltering hesitation and he leaned over the table with a look of concern on his face.
"What's the matter, honey?" he asked. "Don't you like the choice I made for our anniversary party?"
Immediately, she felt guilty for being such a wet blanket. He was trying to please her, but he just didn't know what had been going on in her head the past few weeks. Or perhaps he did, and he was just trying to soothe her nerves with his attentive manner.
"Y-yes, David, darling. I-it's just that I didn't think we would be able to afford all this," she stammered as the waiter covered the table-top with hors d'oeuvres of all kinds in a huge Lazy Susan. "I guess I worry too much about money," she laughed half-heartedly, trying once again to smile and reassure him.
"Don't be silly," he chided her lightly. "We'll make up for it with spaghetti and hot dogs at home for a week. I just couldn't let the occasion pass without really doing it up in style. After all, it's only once a year, and the second anniversary will never come again," he philosophized. He raised his half empty glass again and looked directly in her blue eyes. "So drink up and smiiiile!" he clowned, throwing the drink down his throat with one motion and immediately summoning the waiter to bring another. They had already had two martinis each before they left home, and he was feeling good already.
Angela had always loved his dashing, good-humored manner, and in spite of her reservations, she suddenly felt better and downed the rest of her drink with him. The glasses were whisked away silently almost before she had set hers on the table, and she glanced meaningfully at the menu lying on the table, hoping David would take the hint and order the food soon. Another Manhattan would make four drinks in a little over an hour, and already she could feel her head beginning to spin. Besides, she knew even though David prided himself on his capacity for drink, he often was offensively drunk before he knew it was happening, and she didn't want him to embarrass her in this sophisticated establishment.
She saw with relief that he had taken the hint and was poring over the menu with great care as he tried to decide what they should have. She took the opportunity to take a good look at the man she had married could it be only two years ago? He had recently turned twenty-five years old, and his face looked even more boyish and handsome to her now than it had when she first met him three years ago. His sandy-red hair was a little longer now on the sides than it had been then, in the newer style for men, but he always kept it well-groomed and neat, never letting it grow so long it touched his collar in the back. He looked very modern in the wide lapels of his double breasted dark brown suit, tailored to fit his slim, muscular body. He had a certain flair, even in the way he moved his hands, that always seemed to make people like him, which could explain his successful career as an insurance broker for one of the best firms in Manhattan. He had made new inroads for his company into the new "mod" circle of Madison Avenue advertising artists, the ones who a few years back were not even considered worth bothering with in the insurance business. But David had been accepted by them as one of their own kind, and that coupled with their new success and affluence caused them to begin buying big company policies for all of their steadily growing personnel. David had already started making it fairly big before she met him, and he was still one of the top men in that particular field.
Unfortunately, Angela was thinking, his sudden big income must have caused him to look for ways of spending money, and the friends he had made growing up in the city had led him into their high living ways. Before they had married, he had spent a great deal of time at what he called the "Big 'A' ", the race track, losing and winning money almost without concern for which way his luck happened to go. He had bought a Porsche sport car, and his troubled young wife knew he used to dart off to Atlantic City or Saratoga Race Track, or wherever the crowd led him, on a moment's notice.
Angela, herself, had come from a much different background in upstate New York, raised in a family that practiced frugality and thriftiness while still providing for the best comforts money could reasonably buy, and she had had her doubts about him at first when they met. But he had toned down his life-style when he found she was not in agreement with his ideas, and she finally consented to give in to her impulse and agree to marry him. David gave up his bad habits of gambling and studying the racing forms for the "sure thing" which never seemed to come in, and his earnings went instead into fixing up their lovely apartment overlooking the Hudson River on the West Side.
Now in the last two or three months, he had begun to change, and when Angela first noticed the bank account was slowly being depleted for no good reason, she became worried that he had once again fallen into his old ways. He was staying away from home more and more in the evenings, saying he had a lot of work that couldn't be done any other time, and maybe it was true, though she didn't think so. More and more she had begun to think he was no longer happy with her as a wife and that could somehow explain what he did evenings while she waited patiently for him at home.
"What do you say we begin with a smoked salmon and white wine?" David interrupted her thoughts. He was looking at her with those warmly expressive eyes that had first endeared him to her, his even teeth showing in a wide, easy smile. "I'd suggest the snails, but I know you don't like to pull the little beasts out of their shells," he playfully mocked her sensitive nature. 'Then we can have steak a la Bordelaise with a nice bottle of Medoc. Sound good?"
She tried to appear enthusiastic over his selection as the waiter reappeared with the drinks and the head waiter materialized out of nowhere to take their order. The wine steward seemed to congratulate David on his choice of wine, and when they were alone again, David put Angela's drink in her fingers and they clinked their glasses together lightly.
"May we have many more years of happiness together, my darling. And may you always stay as beautiful as you are," he toasted gallantly.
"Yes, I think I can drink to that," she replied with a playful thoughtfulness she hoped disguised her true feeling of doubting his sincerity.
He didn't seem to notice her nervous mood as he took a long swallow of his drink. She sipped hers carefully, not wanting to make the lighted-headedness she was feeling still worse. The wine would make her senses haze over, but by then she would have begun to eat. She served herself some of the delicious-looking hors-d'oeuvres and took a few bites to stave off the dizziness coming over her little by little.
Now David was heartily digging into the various dishes and she glanced around the club for the first time since they had sat down. It was a lovely place, she decided, and she was being just plain silly to worry about the money. After all, she reminded herself, she had married David because she thought he would be able to offer her a glamorous existence, and he was doing his best to give it to her.
She let her eyes pass from one table to another without staring at any of the chic women who somehow made her feel a little dowdy even though her husband had assured her she could feel comfortable in any company. Then she looked over the empty low stage to the table opposite them, and she suddenly realized the man facing her must have been fixing his attention on her for a long time.
He seemed not to notice that she had caught him doing it, continuing to stare in her direction with a small suggestive smile playing over his cruel lips. She let her eyes fall to her plate again as she took some red beets on her fork. She felt herself blushing in confusion as she unconsciously glanced in the stranger's direction just as she ovaled her mouth over the food and saw him lick his own lips in an obvious gesture of relish as he focused on what she was doing.
The lewd expression on his ruddy-fleshed face embarrassed her so much she almost choked, and she was forced to cough lightly into her napkin. After that she tried to ignore him, but she could feel his hot hungry eyes boring into her the whole time she was trying to eat. Angela was used to men staring at her in appreciation, but never in her whole life had she seen such a brazen display of unabashed animal interest.
She found herself wondering what the red-haired woman with the man must think of his actions, and surreptitiously she glanced over at her when a waiter stood between the lewdly devouring eyes of the man and her. The woman looked about thirty years old, Angela guessed, when she saw her face turned up to the waiter; and even though she had a very pretty face, it was made up with too much eye-shadow, and the orange lipstick clashed dramatically with her hennaed hair. She somehow looked harder and more depraved than anyone her age should look, the young girl thought. Angela could see the outline of her ripely matured breasts under the tight, low-cut orange dress, and she saw that the rest of her lush figure was just as voluptuous under the material clinging to her smoothly curving hips and buttocks. She seemed to be just the sort of woman who would be with the horrid man who had been staring at her. Abruptly, without warning, the red-head turned and looked over her bare shoulder directly at her.
Caught by surprise, Angela could not react quickly enough to avert her eyes, and she saw the woman give her a quick, caustic measuring glance before lifting one eyebrow insultingly and turning back around.
Angela gasped without being able to control herself at the insolence on the woman's face, and her fork made a sharp metallic noise as she let it drop a short distance to her plate.
This attracted David's attention and he looked at her now downcast face with concern.
"What is it, honey?" he asked. He had noticed she was acting a little nervous, but he had thought it best to ignore it, knowing it could lead to a discussion that might turn out to be unpleasant and spoil the evening if he acknowledged it.
"T-that man," she managed to stammer, casting a glance over his shoulder. "H-he keeps staring at me in the worst way you can imagine. He's doing it again!" she complained.
David turned and met the amused glance of the man she had indicated.
Oh, Christ! David almost muttered out loud.
It was Harvey Sears, the person he least wanted to see tonight of all nights. He felt a sinking sensation in his stomach as Sears lifted his eyebrows slightly in a gesture that could only mean one thing. He wanted David to come talk to him.
"Excuse me a minute, Angela, I'll have a word with the guy," he said as he laid his napkin on the table and shoved his chair back before one of the waiters could assist him. He hoped she wouldn't notice that he knew Harvey Sears and had been summoned by him. The last thing in the world he wanted to happen was for her to find out he had for a brief period taken up gambling again, and owed this man more money than he liked to think about. He cursed himself again and again for falling prey to his weakness as he edged his way between the ring of closely packed tables.
"Hi, Dave," Harvey Sears said without smiling as the young insurance man reached the table. "Long time no see." He didn't offer to shake hands, to David's relief, and instead sat back in his chair almost glaring up into his face.
"Hello, Mr. Sears. How do you do?" he inclined his head briefly to the seductive-looking redhead he had seen before the club Sears owned.
"Cut out the mister, Dave. Call me Harvey. You know Jeanette, I suppose?" he asked shrewdly, noticing David's glance sliding down her ripely enticing curves visible above the table.
"I've seen her, yes," he replied, slightly embarrassed by the cool, calculating gaze she was giving him, a suggestive little smile beginning to play at the corners of her full sensuous mouth.
'That the little wife?" Sears asked, giving his head a little toss in Angela's direction. "Quite a knockout. Would you like to ask her to join us?"
"Thanks, but she asked me to speak to you about staring at her that way. She, ah, finds it a bit disconcerting," he explained lamely, not wanting to offend the gambling boss.
Harvey Sears suddenly changed his expression to one of anger, his complexion flushing an even more reddish color than before. He glowered in Angela's direction for a long moment, his fists clenched tightly on the edge of the table, and then he looked back at David, a harsh look of offended vanity clouding his expression. "She does, eh? What the fuck is she, some kind of prima donna?" he snarled.
"It's just that she hasn't been around too much, Harvey," David quickly interjected, using Sears' given name for the first time. "She doesn't mean anything by it. She's only terribly shy, that's all," he added, very much on the defensive.
Sears looked at him openly for what seemed a long time, his eyes reflecting the fact that his brain was busy weighing odds, calculating. Then he relaxed and snorted, "All right, Dave, I'll help you out. Tell her I thought she was an old girl friend of mine."
"Thanks, Harvey. It's our anniversary, and I hate to see her upset," the young husband breathed in relief.
Sears waved his hand depreciatingly. "That's okay. I was enjoying looking at her. She's some dish nice, young, innocent but I guess I'll have to make do with Miss Bigtits here. Huh, baby?" He winked at Jeanette, who playfully moved her shoulders back and forth, making her voluptuously full breasts quiver in invitation under her tight dress.
Her lewdly suggestive action made David's restlessly stirring cock crawl with a sudden eagerness in his trousers as he fought to tear his eyes away from the shadowy, deeply indented cleft between her breasts, and he started to leave.
"Just a minute, Dave," Sears ordered without looking at him.
This was the moment David had been dreading, not knowing what he would say or do when it came.
"Yes, Harvey?" he inquired innocently.
"About the three thousand bucks," Sears began, his words casual and without inflection. "We can't wait forever. It's not just me, you know. I've got all my partners in business to think about. And they're getting a little itchy. Especially since you don't show up at the club any more. They think maybe you're thinking of doing something stupid." Sears suddenly twisted his head and fixed David with his gaze once more, as if to decide how much truth was in the suggestion.
"I'll pay, don't worry about that," David replied with a nervous smile.
"We don't worry about it, Dave. We just wonder what you've got in mind."
"I'm working on it, Harvey. In a couple of weeks . . . " he started to say.
"A couple of weeks is too long," Sears interrupted in a curt, gruff voice. His tone seemed to leave nothing more to say, and David waited.
"Come to my office at the club tomorrow at eleven sharp," he commanded. "Or . . . " he let his voice trail away into a menacing silence much worse than any words he could have used. "So long, Dave," he said in dismissal. "Enjoy your dinner," he jibed, and then he acted as though David had disappeared into thin air, talking and joking with the redhead, who threw her head back in peals of laughter.
CHAPTER TWO
Without seeming to do so, Angela had , watched the whole exchange with Harvey Sears. She couldn't hear, their words, but it seemed to her that the man had treated her husband with a disrespectful familiarity which should have made David livid with anger, but it didn't. She wondered briefly whether he and David knew each other, but she was sure he would have told her if that was true.
She watched in shocked surprise when the redhead wriggled her shoulders making her full breasts dance lightly in front of David's eyes, and she was mortified that he seemed unable to keep from staring hungrily at her. She turned her attention to the food before her in a vain attempt to forget the look in David's eyes when he saw the woman's suggestive motions. Without realizing she was doing it, she began to reflect back to her first encounter with David, almost a year before she finally consented to marry him.
She was then working on her first real job as executive secretary for a small firm in New York with offices in the Pan American building. Though she didn't get to meet many people through her job, the others who worked in the area tended to congregate for lunch in the Italian restaurant on the first floor, and right after work in several smart bars in the neighborhood. It was in one of these bars she met David.
Angela could still picture it as if it had happened only yesterday. She had stepped into the dimly lit bar hesitantly, not being accustomed to such places, and she stood just inside the door for a moment waiting for her eyes to adjust. The strong smell of beer and liquor still at that time made her queasy, and she was making a sour expression on her face without being aware of it. All of a sudden she had felt a strong male hand gripping her elbow firmly and almost screamed out loud before she could catch herself. Then she looked up at the smiling face so close to hers she could almost feel his breathing on her skin.
"Hi," he said pleasantly. "Pm David. Who are you?"
She was so taken aback by his direct approach that she answered in spite of being so startled she had almost jumped out of her skin.
"Ohh, you scared me. My name's Angela. Do you know Scotty? Dorothy Scott? I was told she would be here," she said as she gradually regained her composure. By now she was able to see clearly, and her heart had skipped a beat when she realized that this David Martin was young, tall, handsome, and obviously liked her looks. Finally, she had thought, I'm meeting a New Yorker I like on first sight. Her main reason for leaving her home town was to expose herself to the possibility of meeting someone more interesting than the men back home, most of whom were dull and had no ambition.
"No, but if she's here, we'll find her," he said, not letting go of her arm as he led her toward the thick cluster of animated drinkers who were gesticulating and talking all at once so that it was hard to see how they could understand one another.
David had given her a reassuring pat on the arm to tell her not to move, and then she couldn't believe her eyes when with one sure-footed leap he was standing on the table with his hands cupped around his mouth. She half-raised her arm in alarm to stop him when she saw what he was going to do, but before she could stop him she heard his low, booming voice.
"Scotty, Dorothy Scott. Scotty, Dorothy Scott. Paging Dorothy Scott," he intoned like a hotel bellboy. There was a momentary lull in the buzz of conversation before everyone went on talking as if nothing had happened, only one or two people nearby laughing at his antics.
Angela had never been so surprised in her life when she saw Scotty separate herself from the center of a large group of admiring males and walk toward David on the table.
"It's me you want," she said in her Brooklyn accent to David. Then she had seen Angela standing a few feet away and seemed disappointed. "Oh, hi, Angie. Did I walk off with the keys again?" she said, already digging into her purse and coming up with a silver ring holding keys of all shapes and sizes. "Sorry," she said without any feeling of apology.
'That's all right," Angela had answered as she took the keys. She started to say something more, but Scotty had already giggled her usual good-bye and wiggled her way back into the throng of waiting men, playfully bumping two or three of them with her hips as she passed between them.
"She's not exactly the wordy type, is she?" she had heard David's voice say to her as he once more stood beside her. "Don't bother giving me a tip," he had joked. "Just have one short drink with me before my services are required again."
Before she could say no or resist him in any way, he had led her to a secluded booth in a corner looking out on Forty-third Street and had ordered two whiskey sours.
"You look like a whiskey-sour girl," he explained meaninglessly as he insisted she sit down. "Am I right?"
She hadn't been able to think fast enough to keep up with him, finally mumbling something like, "Yes, that's fine, thanks." Actually, she had only drunk an occasional spiked eggnog or punch previous to then, but there hadn't seemed time to explain that even if she had wanted to.
"I'm looking for a beautiful girl who wants to marry an up-and-coming insurance salesman," he had blurted out, catching her mind off balance once more. "Do you think it could be you?"
And that had been the beginning of it all. They had dinner together that night and for weeks afterward, spending as much time in each other's company as was possible. He had insisted from the beginning that he was going to marry her, and secretly she had felt the same way, though she had not told him so for a long time. She never doubted that he was the very man she had been waiting for all her life, and it seemed incredible that she had met him in such a way.
There had been only two things that had made her afraid she might be making a mistake in even thinking of marrying this fast talking, but sensitive and kind man. One was when she had found out that he had been doing a lot of betting on horses. She had always been taught that such things were evil in themselves, and besides it was obviously a habit that could keep a couple from ever being able to save enough money to get anywhere with their lives, even if she were to go on working after they were married.
The other thing was the same old problem she had always had with men -sex. She didn't think she was prudish or afraid of the subject, but she was old-fashioned enough to believe that the only time it was right between two people was after they had been joined legally together. She had learned as she was growing up through late adolescence that if you didn't want to stay at home or be a wallflower, you had to give in at least a little to the insistent demands males were always making. So she had had a little practice in keeping them at their distance when she started going out so much with David.
But he was smoother and more persuasive than anyone she had ever known. It could have been because she was attracted to him from the beginning in a way that was new to her, but sometimes it seemed as though she might have gone right on to the point of no return if it hadn't been for her well-trained willpower.
It must have been about six weeks after they had met that David seemed to have accepted her resolve not to indulge in intercourse with any man before she was married, and for a long time he stopped trying to do anything more than caress her breasts through her blouse and press his body urgently against hers.
But then one night he had almost ruined everything.
They had been to a party together in
Greenwich Village, a wild sort of party at a famous artist's house, and they had both had too many mixed drinks. Angela had finally learned to drink three or four light alcoholic drinks in a social situation, since it seemed a requirement if you didn't want to be left out all the time, but that night she had gone far beyond her limit and was giddily intoxicated. When they had reached her apartment, David made some coffee, but it didn't seem to help. He later told her he had slipped a little cognac into it for a nightcap, which explained why she had seemed to get still more uncontrollably drunk than before she had had the coffee.
They had begun to kiss and fondle each other as usual on the couch in her living room, his hand touching her softly pulsing breasts and sending fiery heat rushing through her body like hot air from a blast furnace. It had seemed to her as though all her nerve endings were nakedly exposed on the surface of her flesh, and the center of it all down between her tingling inner thighs had felt like a raging fire that could only be quenched by the cool touch of his fingers kneading her tingling breasts inside her open blouse. He must have sensed her passion-inflamed urgency, for she had felt his fingers sliding down over her softly rounded belly still covered by the thin material of her miniskirt, making her writhe and twist into closer contact with his body.
Then he was lightly stroking the soft naked flesh above the tops of her nylon stockings, his extended middle finger circling closer and closer to the hotly trembling' center of the excitement burning in her loins. She had known he was reaching for the previously forbidden triangle of soft blonde hair up between her quivering thighs, but in spite of all her efforts to force herself to resist she felt her firmly clenched thighs relaxing their tension and gradually opening up to his gently insistent probing.
David had felt her whole body shudder against his at the first tentative contact with the narrow white nylon crotch band covering the now moistening slit of her untouched vagina, and it felt as though his loins would burst from the throbbing ache intensifying in his rapidly swelling penis. He let his finger slip lightly up and down the narrow wet opening through the flimsy nylon of her panties until he felt her responding with a slight rocking motion on the couch and her voice was moaning softly into his mouth. Their tongues were lashing wetly together, her breasts heaving voluptuously against his own chest, and then suddenly he had felt as though he couldn't wait any longer to explore the silken-haired treasure she had so long denied him.
He searched for and finally found the elastic panty leg band and gently pulled it over to one side to make room for his outstretched middle finger. The first contact with the warm moist curls surrounding her palpitating cuntal mouth made his cum-laden testicles ache to the verge of exploding, and his desire-swollen penis jerk wildly inside his jockey shorts. Zeroing in with his finger on the heated moistness building up between her thighs, he nudged his way slowly in between the hotly quivering outer lips of her pussy and began massaging the tiny erected button of her clitoris.
She had started groaning louder then into his mouth pressing moistly down over hers, and undulated her loins up into closer contact with his hand with an eager impatience that made him bolder and even more insistent. Slipping farther into the rising wetness of her now openly spread cunt, his fingertip located the virginal tightness of the entrance to her warmly seeping pussy and he held it poised there, lightly circling it around in the heated fluids, ready to push forward at the slightest indication from her that she wanted it as much as he did.
Angela had felt him urging her softly vibrating clitoris into still greater excitement, and with every conscience-wracking "no, no, no" inside her head she had thrust her hips forward on the couch to let her whole body tremble around the maddening hardness of his lewdly probing finger. She had never felt such tingling pressure in her life as was then building up excitingly in her passion-drenched vagina, and instinctively she was aware that there was only one way to relieve that pressure, something she wanted so much it restricted her chest around her heart. Then she had felt the first searing, tentative contact with the softly sensitive inner folds of her vagina, and more than anything else in the world at that moment she wanted him to enter her and erase the relentlessly increasing ache she was feeling in the depths of her quivering young belly.
But he waited, almost driving her crazy. And then, suddenly, his left hand which had been gently stroking from her neck on down to her squirming buttocks below slipped back around her trembling body. She could feel him fumbling between their tightly pressed bodies, and then there was the harsh metallic sound of a zipper going. Oh my God, she had thought, he's opening the fly of his trousers! Never had she let any many do this much with her, and she was suddenly afraid of what might happen if she didn't bring things to a halt immediately.
She had gasped her surprise up into David's mouth pressed hotly over hers, and her body had reflexively flinched forward stiffly when she had realized what he was doing. Taking this to mean his girl friend was willing and ready for whatever he wanted to do to her, David had without warning thrust forward with his middle finger, parting the moist slippery folds of her hair-fringed vagina as he buried it up inside her to the first knuckle.
"Uggggh!" she moaned into his mouth at the sudden brutal entry into her previously untried cuntal opening. She clenched her trembling thighs tightly around his hand, trapping it between them as she tried vainly to squirm back away from the obscenely invading finger. His mouth would not let hers away now that he was so close to getting the prize he wanted, and with his free hand he gradually worked his aching cock free from the restricting shorts until it stood out rigidly distended and throbbing with desire in the warm air of the living room.
Her hand was pushing hard against his chest now as she tried to separate herself from his suddenly inhuman strength, and grasping it firmly in his own, he forced it inch by inch down toward his aching cock waiting below. Her blonde head flailing on the back of the couch under his unrelenting kiss suddenly tore itself free with a violent twisting motion and she straightened her neck to completely escape and make him stop.
Bending to the side in an attempt to keep away from his hotly burning lips searching once more for hers, pressing against her cheeks and tickling hotly at her ear, she opened her eyes wide and then she saw it!
She saw his enormous thick penis protruding from the open fly of his pants, a wild dark tangle of pubic hair surrounding its base. It was standing up toward her fascinated and horrified eyes like an obscene monument carved from hard rubbery flesh, a monument to raw animal lust. Dark swollen veins ribbed its circumference like pulsing serpents and its blood-swollen tip seemed to stare up bulbously at her with glistening tears of seminal fluid in the corner of its tiny eye.
His lust-engorged cock had seemed to undulate menacingly like a cobra under her gaze as David continued forcing her hand closer and closer to the loose skin below the tightly stretched foreskin, and then she abruptly lost the strength to resist any more and with a sudden downward movement her fingers touched it.
Violent waves of ecstasy ran through David's body like currents of high voltage electricity at the first momentary contact with his hotly pulsing rod of flesh, and he dimly heard her gasp from the sudden heat emanating from his swollen hardness into the open palm of her hand. He could feel her summoning all of her reserve strength for a final desperate struggle and he clasped his fingers around hers, jerking them quickly up and down on his rigidly quivering shaft. At the same time he rammed his middle finger still embedded in her cunt on up to the second knuckle, feeling the soft inner walls of her tightly constricted vagina give way to his brutal pressure, and then the flood dammed up for so long inside him broke loose. The combined erotic effects of feeling her wetly throbbing pussy pulsing and clasping warmly around his finger and her own fingers pressed around his now sporadically jerking cock was too much for him to take. He groaned out loud and pressed her once again resisting hand all the way down into his exploding balls hidden beneath.
Angela had gradually broken the mesmerized feeling of shock and was now pulling with all her remaining strength to free her hand, half rising from the cushion of the couch to escape his painfully impaling finger twirling frantically inside the narrow confines of her moist young cunt, and she watched with unbelieving eyes as his cock grew and then burst like a broken pipeline.
Again and again he thrust his erupting loins upward against her trapped hand as the white-hot semen began spurting lewdly up into the air from the huge bulbous head of his cock. To the inexperienced young blonde, it seemed as if it would keep pumping out the sticky white cum for an eternity, covering his shirt-front and both of their tangled hands with burning wetness, but then finally David seemed to collapse into moaning unconsciousness on the couch. His hands had by now lost all their ability to hold her any longer against her will, and she withdrew her hand from his rapidly deflating cock with a feeling of mingled curiosity and horror. She had never so much as seen a man's naked penis before that night, and never in her wildest imaginings had she thought his release would be such an earth-shattering experience for him. But she had thought she would never be able to forgive him for submitting her to such a lewd and obscene experience as that had been.
She had no more difficulty then in escaping the cruelly penetrating finger he had so savagely shoved into her defenseless vagina, a slight wet popping noise coming to her ears as she pulled away from it and stood up in front of the couch. The depraved picture he made as he lay in utter exhaustion alone on the couch with his limp, now useless penis hanging out of his open fly was almost too much for her to bear. She felt the tears begin welling up inside and with a deeply felt sob expressing her sense of total degradation at the hands of this man she had hoped someday to marry, she ran blindly into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
Angela had cried openly in front of the mirror for a long time, seeing through blurred vision her tears of humiliation and shame streaming down into the corners of her mouth distorted by her self-pity and sorrow. David had knocked repeatedly at the door and begged in a low, contrite voice for her to open it and let him placate and soothe her hurt feelings, but she had refused without even answering his pleas until finally she had heard him sigh heavily and go away. Long after the door of the apartment had closed behind him, she remained fixed in front of the mirror as though paralyzed except for her contorted face, wishing she had never heard of David Martin, or New York City, or alcoholic drinks.
That night the phone had rung over and over again as the young insurance man tried unsuccessfully to reach her, until finally she had taken it off the hook in between his calls and had fallen into an almost drugged sleep, dreaming nightmares of being raped by dozens of different men, all with the face of David.
She recalled now in the nightclub, as she saw him leave the insolent couple he had been speaking with, that it had been two or three weeks after that incident before she would finally relent and see him again. In the meantime, she had gone over the whole thing in her mind a thousand times, trying to sort out by herself what she should do. She had finally decided that the sexual urges he felt so strongly were after all perfectly normal, even if he had once lost all his self-control and coerced her into participating unwillingly in a perverse pre-marital act. She had had to admit to herself that no matter who she finally married, she would have to submit to him in ways she could not even bear to think of at that moment. And David was, in every other important way, the most suitable man she had met.
Besides, she mused as David took the last few steps returning to join her at their table, she had found him appealing and attractive from that first moment she had met him, though she was not fully aware then of her own potentially passionate nature. That horrible night in her apartment when he had used her to get his own satisfaction, she finally decided, she had learned of her own previously untapped hunger for a man. She was lucky that he had not been a completely unfeeling brute who would have gone on and raped her on the spot. And after that, she concluded to herself, he had always behaved as she wanted him to until they were finally married. Then he had taken his time and gently broken her into enjoying normal sex, only rarely trying to persuade her into doing something strange and obscene like the time he had tried to get her to put her mouth on his penis. But she had been firm with him about that and other things, and he had stopped his vain attempts altogether about six months ago.
As she watched her husband smiling in her direction and then once again sitting down opposite her at the table, Angela had a passing thought that he might be somehow disappointed in her sexually, but quickly whisked the thought away, unable to admit the possibility that her David might not be able to do without odd and perverse varieties of sexual experience in bed.
She noticed with relief that the red-faced man had stopped staring at her now that David had spoken with him.
"What did he have to say?" she asked her husband with pride and warmth in her voice when he had sat down.
"Just a case of mistaken identity, that's all," he lied to her. "He claims he thought you were the wife of a customer of his, and he wondered what you were doing with a strange man."
"The nerve!" she exclaimed, blushing in spite of herself. "Do I look like that kind of a woman?" she asked earnestly.
"No," David laughed. "But you look like the kind of woman a lot of men would like to get their hands on, honey. You see why I'm so lucky to have you," he added in a more serious tone. "Now let's forget about all that nonsense and enjoy our evening out together," he said in a falsely cheery voice as he lifted his glass and saluted her before finishing it off.
Angela thought she saw a thin veil of worry pass over his features for a split second, but then he was jovial and light-hearted again, and she decided it had been her imagination.
* * *
The waiter had just brought a flaming baked Alaska to them with a great flourish, when the lights dimmed slightly around them and then the many colored spots focused on the tiny stage came on. Unnoticed by them, a small orchestra had taken their places just behind the stage, and now they began a soft slow melody as the emcee walked into the center of the lighted circle and began the welcoming banter designed to warm up the still noisy audience.
As they ate their dessert and drank cold bubbly champagne served to them on the house in honor of their anniversary, Angela and David paid little attention to what the emcee said and did. Then the orchestra gave a short fanfare, and they looked up to see who was coming to stage center.
It was the red-haired woman from the next table!
She seemed to be well known to many of the other people in the club, and she made several bows and threw kisses into the audience while they applauded softly but at length.
David was almost as surprised as Angela when he looked up and saw Jeanette on the stage. He had heard it said that she was once a famous singer before becoming Harvey Sears' mistress, but he had not paid much attention to the talk. She seemed to really come to life under the lights, and he now saw that she was still a handsome and voluptuous woman in spite of the barely visible worry lines on her face. Probably she had led a pretty hard life until recently, he was thinking.
Then, as if she sensed the young insurance man looking closely at her, the redhead looked directly toward him, a lewdly sensual smile playing over her lips, and lifting one shoulder almost to her chin in an enticing gesture, she openly gave him a slow, deliberate wink.
"Well!" Angela said as the orchestra began playing the introduction. She stared at David's blushing face as if he were somehow to blame for the embarrassing giggles rippling around them. Then she decided it was all part of the entertainer's act, and she looked back at the woman now beginning to sing.
It was a torch song about a woman who felt overcome by a fever every time she thought of a certain man. Jeanette Sawyer almost spoke the song, appearing to believe every word and to actually live out what she was saying before their very eyes. She was slinking and writhing in an almost indecently suggestive manner all around the stage, her face contorted into a sultry mask of frustrated desire. She finished the first part of the song and then kept moving in a more and more seductive manner as the orchestra went on without her, running her hands down her widely flaring hips and breathing heavily into the tiny microphone hanging down between her voluptuous, partly exposed breasts. Just as she arrived at a point nearest to where Angela was sitting with her husband, Jeanette opened her eyes wide and, looking directly at
David, spoke the words in a hot, torrid breathless voice.
"You give me fever!" she half-sang, half-chanted with a fervor that seemed to shake her whole body. Then she began repeating the word "fever" over and over again, still looking into David's spellbound eyes, and swaying and writhing sensually in front of him for everyone to see.
Angela had never been so mortified in her life. How anyone, even a professional entertainer, could act so sluttish in public was more than she would ever be able to comprehend. And David was looking back at her as if he found her as mesmerizing as a dangerously weaving snake!
At the end of the song, Jeanette Sawyer wrapped her arms around her ripely rounded breasts and shuddered as if suffering the throes of a thwarted desire, and then the song was over, the audience applauding with gusto as she bowed, revealing even more of her already nearly naked breasts.
"She's pretty good, isn't she?" David asked in an innocent voice as he returned his attention to his food.
But Angela wasn't listening to him. She had happened to look in Harvey Sears' direction near the end of the performance, and she was still stunned beyond belief by what he had done. Knowing that everyone else's attention would be riveted to the stage, he had fixed Angela with a malicious, sly grin and winked at her, at the same time licking his thick lips with such obviously lewd relish that it had nearly taken her breath away. Never had she seen such a lurid display of wickedness directed at her, and it made her feel cheap and sordid like a two-dollar street whore.
Despite all of David's protests, Angela insisted after that that she wanted to go straight home. She wouldn't explain, knowing it could only cause trouble again, and she resisted all attempts to change her mind, looking downcast at her plate until the check was brought and paid.
That night she did finally let David make love to her after they went to bed, partly because it was their anniversary, and partly because he was so passionately insistent. But all through the tender attentions he was paying to her reluctantly responding body, no matter how much she tried she could not get that unknown man's ugly, grinning leer out of her mind. It seemed to be burned into her brain like a brand, and when she moaned out her orgasm which David slaved so hard to bring her to, it was that horribly obscene face which seemed to be hovering over her as she shuddered her completion beneath her husband.
CHAPTER THREE
"Harvey, for God's sake, get that glassy-eyed stare off your face. Is that little blonde bitch you saw last night with David Martin all you're able to think about?" Jeanette Sawyer scolded Harvey Burns from where she was stretched out luxuriously on the couch in his office. "If her husband knew what you were thinking, he would shy away from you like a two year old race horse making his debut at the track."
"Jesus," he replied, turning toward his red-haired mistress and smiling, "I'd give a week's take from the roulette tables to get a little of that tail. I haven's seen anything that young and luscious since I opened that club in London four years ago."
He slowly left the office window where he had been watching the long drive curving between the rows of trees toward the parking lot of the club. He glanced out once more to see if David's car was entering the grounds yet, and then sighed heavily and walked across the room to where Jeanette was lying in her robe on the thick dark bearskin covering the couch.
"I like 'em with experience too, baby, don't get me wrong," he grinned, dropping to his knees and then sitting beside the couch on the floor. "You'd already had too many good years of training for me to pass you up when I met you, but you gotta admit it would be fun to break in such an obviously innocent little piece as Angela Martin.
"I like to see a man who throws himself into his life's work the way you do, Harvey. It keeps you young and healthy," Jeanette said, a lewdly seductive smile playing on her lips.
"Baby, that's where I get the experience to keep a nympho like you happy. I couldn't have gotten you away from all those other rich bastards if I hadn't been the best, could I? Besides, I let you get your share whenever you want it, right here in the club."
Harvey reached down the length of her long, slenderly tapered legs to the back of her knees and playfully brought his hand up under her robe, pushing the hem abruptly up the soft smooth backs of her thighs before she could resist.
"Ohhh, you animal," she cried in surprise, jumping forward as she tried to escape the playful fingers coursing their way up along the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. "Stop, stop it, Harvey, please," she giggled out of control, knocking the vodka and tomato juice she had been drinking for breakfast into the air and spilling it across the thick orange rug on the floor. "Look what you made me do now. Oohhhhhh, ohhh, God! Stop, Harvey! Don't tease me like that. Ohhhhh!"
Harvey grinned as he leaned above her, placing one hand in the small of her back and pinning her down to the soft couch, continuing his obscene probing up between his mistress's flailing legs and laughing aloud at the same time at her helpless squeals for mercy.
"No panties this morning, eh?" he chided loudly as her robe flew up, exposing the lushly rounded cheeks of her buttocks. "Don't tell me I don't have a nympho here. Didn't I give you enough last night. Didn't I? Didn't I?"
"Ohhh, yes, Harveeeyyyy! Yes, yes, anything you say, just stop it! You're driving me crazy!" Jeanette bucked and twisted beneath the hand holding her tightly to the floor, laughing uncontrollably from the playful tickling he was subjecting her to.
"Anything I say? Anything?" he demanded playfully, continuing the fondling of the warm soft flesh between her legs.
"Yes! Ohhh, yes, anything!"
"Help me get into little Angela Martin's hot little panties?"
"Yes, damn you! Yes! Just stop, stop!"
He laughed aloud again and released his hold on her wildly squirming body, withdrawing his hand from up under her robe. "That's my baby, knew you wouldn't deny me anything."
"You bastard," his mistress grinned up at him as she rolled over and smoothed her wrinkled robe back into place. "I might have known you had something in mind when you started playing around with me this time of the day."
"Nonsense, love. You know I would have done that anyway. Besides, we both know how it is you can help me, don't we? And you want it just as much as I do. Am I right?"
Jeanette Sawyer suddenly sat upright on the couch, a new look of sensual interest spreading over her face. "Do you mean what I hope you mean?" she asked, unable to control the rising excitement in her voice.
Harvey knew she would go along with his plan, but he wanted to make sure, and he wanted her to get started as soon as David Martin showed up this morning. He finished mixing another Bloody Mary for her and carried it back to the couch where she was watching his face eagerly. Damn, there's just no one else like her, he was thinking as he looked at her sitting with her knees pulled up so that he could see the white, ivory-like backs of her full thighs and the little curling triangle of reddish pubic hair peeping out at their tops. He ran his eyes on up to the voluptuously high-set breasts, almost fully exposed and pressing closely together, leaving room for only the narrowest of valleys running between their magnificent firmness. As he looked into her greenish-gray eyes and handed her the drink he had prepared, he could see the smoky film starting to glaze her eyes from the lewd desire she was beginning to feel.
She was enough for more than one man to take care of, and if he hadn't been such a lecherous bastard, he would have just kept her locked up in her private apartment in the club ready whenever he wanted her body.
Jeanette took the drink from his fingers, and seeing his eyes descend again to her nakedly exposed thighs beneath, she rocked backward on her enticingly rounded buttocks and slowly spread her thighs slightly apart. Between her spreading legs she knew he could see clearly through the soft pubic hair covering her loins the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit, now moistening as she saw the rising mound in his trousers.
Without warning, she reached forward with her free hand and pressed it around the lewdly bulging thickness of his upstanding penis inside his pants. She began to stroke and then to massage it, rubbing it up and down through the material and then slipping her hand to his balls beneath, cradling through his pants their heavy softness in her palm. Harvey groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his aching testicles and penis.
He was determined to let her tease herself and him all she wanted right now, but he wanted to save her fully aroused pussy for the plan he had formed already in his mind.
"What do you think it is I mean?" he asked her through tightly clenched teeth.
"I think you mean that I should get the little hussy's husband in bed first, and then use that to get to her. Is that it?" she cooed, at the same time nimbly unzipping his fly as he stood in front of her without moving.
He moaned softly as he felt her fingers reach inside and pull out the hotly pulsating thickness of his penis, and he put his hand over hers and pushed it hard down around it to its thick base. He could see her face close to his lust-distended hardness below as she turned sideways to sip at her drink with a distended pout of her sensual lips. He knew she liked to suck his cock, and abruptly decided to let her do it, then leave her excited enough that she would be ready for anything by the time David Martin arrived.
"That's the idea, all right, baby," he groaned as she once more moved her hand back up the entire throbbing length of his penis, slipping it maddeningly up and down over the blood-filled rod of flesh and teasing lightly with her thumbnail at the uncircumcised foreskin.
"MMMMMM, I like the idea. Gives me a chance at something new and strange too," she crooned leaning forward toward him until he could feel her breath heatedly caressing the sensitive tip of his hardness, warming the glistening seminal fluid now seeping from the glans at the end.
He knew he had to finish telling her his plan before he lost control and missed his chance to explain it to her.
She took another long sip of her drink and then set it down on the floor by the arm of the couch, moving her head forward at the same time so that he could feel the warm air from her flaring nostrils streaming over the bulbous head of his cock reaching yearningly up toward the ceiling. Her red-painted fingernails scratched lightly over the loose skin the full length of his aching cock before slipping inside his shorts and freeing his heavily swollen testicles to her view. He groaned aloud as she thrust out the tip of her tongue and swirled it once around the hard rubbery cock-head, sending wild electric waves of lust coursing madly through the nerve endings of his body.
"Ohhh, baby, that's nice," he moaned. Sears swallowed deeply and tried to go on with his instructions to his mistress. "W-when Martin gets here, tell him I'm busy somewhere in the club, and invite him into your private apartment."
She was stroking his thickly pounding hardness now first with one hand and then between both of them at the same time. "Get him onto the round bed ohhhhhhh, baby, ohhhhh!" He groaned and thrust his loins forward as the warm moistness of her openly parted lips came down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock.
"And, ooooh, while he's throwing it into you, ooooh," he moaned again, reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her long red hair to guide the rhythm of her lewdly bobbing head below. He pulled the hair back the sides of her face to watch her contorted face sucking lustfully at his penis glistening wetly from her saliva. The lewd vision of his lust-bloated rod of flesh disappearing up between her wetly clinging lips was bringing him closer and closer to the approaching explosion in his cum-laden testicles.
"Um-hmmm?" she mumbled around his thickly plunging instrument, at the same time increasing the rapid twirling of her tongue around his blood-inflated cock-head.
"And I'll have the videotapes running, ohhh, and if he won't go along with paying off his debt to me, oooohhhh, by letting me fuck his wife, I'll. . . oooohhhh, suck it! Suck it harder, you little vixen!" he shouted down at her, feeling himself close to cumming. "Just suck it, baby. That's all you need to know for now. Suck me off! Unnnnngh!"
He glanced over at the full-length mirror on the wall by the end of the couch to get a good profile of his redheaded mistress' face as his still hardening shaft began to stroke rhythmically in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk harder up into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full lust-stiffened length of it all the way down her tender white, throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed reddened and glistening still protruding from between her softly sucking lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the out-stroke was making the bulging head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched, hypnotized in the mirror, watching the tender pink flesh her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the burgeoning shaft of his cock as she sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. Her robe had slipped away from her breasts and the milk-white mounds now danced voluptuously below her sliding mouth, adding to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the mirror, and her nakedly revealed hips and buttocks ground down into the bearskin couch-cover in her own swiftly rising passion.
"Suck it, suck it," he hissed, throwing back his head and staring hungrily into the mirror, pretending for the moment it was David Martin's blonde wife Angela whose lips were clasping unrelentingly around his pulsating hardness. Damn, he'd like to have her like this, ramming it deep into her throat. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump his hot white sperm all the way down her throat and into that white little belly of hers until she burst.
"Come on, baby, come on!" he growled as Jeanette slaved below, the excitedly heaving flesh of her breasts and belly beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of perspiration forming over her fair skin. He knew it wouldn't be long now. His cock felt like it was filled with hot boiling lead and was ready to pop like an inflating balloon from the pressure growing in his cum-swollen balls. He shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble that went unheeded in his desperate quest for the final end of this torture that was building, building, building until all at once he felt the thin hot stream begin deep in the lust-bloated cavern of his balls and race steam-like the length of his plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were being tortured by fire.
His expanded cock began a suddenly insane staccato jerking that flooded without warning into his red-haired mistress' wildly sucking mouth with gush after gush of the white-hot semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt until she had to swallow to keep from choking, mewling and crooning at his thrusting loins.
"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he gasped, his hands tangling tighter in her hair as he convulsively rammed his exploding shaft farther and farther down her throat. She went on sucking crazily at the palpitating cock shooting his full load of cum deep, deep into the recesses of her moist warm mouth.
With one last soul-shattering groan, he emptied the final drop of his sperm between her clinging lips but she went on gently nibbling tenderly licking him dry.
Gradually, he felt his satiated penis deflating in her soft wet mouth and he released the strangle-hold he had had on the voluptuous redhead's hair. Harvey Sears dropped his arms to his sides and leaned his knees forward until they rested on either side of her on the edge of the couch, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. Jeanette bent forward even more to retain her contact with his now limp, useless penis, sucking suggestively at the softened flesh, attempting to make it harden again so she could take it into her now fully inflamed pussy below.
With one hand she cradled his slowly shrinking balls and kneaded them gently in her fingers, while with the other she felt down between her excitedly trembling thighs and found the moistly seeping opening of her vagina. Slipping her extended middle finger into the narrow cuntal slit she flicked it up on over her painfully throbbing clitoris, making it surge into even greater hardness. Sucking the gambling boss' cock had heated her flowering pussy to the point where she had to be fucked, and fucked immediately, or she felt as though she would die.
Suddenly, she heard the buzzing in her ears of the inter-office phone on Sears' desk, and he withdrew his newly responding and expanding shaft of flesh from between her lips with a soft popping noise when the suction was broken. "You bastard!" she screamed at him in fury as he crossed the room away from her, zipping up his fly as he did so. "You had that planned all along, didn't you!" she mewled in her unsatisfied desire. "I want to get fucked, and right now," she groaned, burying her fingers obscenely up between the widening lips of her cunt and pumping her frustrated loins back and forth on the couch below. "You can't leave me like this, damn you!"
"No sweat, baby, no sweat," he grinned at her as he reached for the button on the desk phone. "You can take it out on that bet-welsher, David Martin. Just hold yourself back until you get him in front of the cameras, then you can fuck him till your eyes pop if you want," he laughed.
She continued massaging her inflamed clitoris as Harvey Sears spoke into the phone, telling the secretary to wait five minutes before sending Martin in. Jeanette was thinking of the handsome-man she had met the night before in the supper club, and suddenly felt a stronger aching sensation deep up inside her belly as she pictured him slaving over her naked body. She clamped her upper thighs tightly around her hand still burrowing hotly into her passion-drenched cunt and groaned in anticipation, her eyes clouding over with the desire wracking her soft voluptuous body.
She would show him things that snotty little blonde wife of his never even dreamed of, as soon as she got his pants down, the depraved redhead promised herself, and then she forced her hand to leave her hungrily clasping vagina and reached once more for her drink as she smoothed out her robe and re-fastened it across her hugely set breasts. She winked broadly and managed a knowing smile as Harvey Sears ducked into a door leading to the videotape room adjoining her bedroom, rudely throwing up a stiff middle finger in his direction when he was gone out of sight and smiling her own secret satisfaction at the prospect of getting hold of a younger, better-looking man for a change.
CHAPTER FOUR
The receptionist kept David waiting for about five minutes, and he nervously observed his surroundings. He had never been in this part of the private gambling club before, and it was even more luxurious than the plush gaming rooms on the lower levels of the old estate manor. The receptionist sat at a desk that was almost as large as the foyer of David's own apartment in Manhattan, calmly putting bright pink polish on her long, tapered nails, her full sensual lips pouting as she concentrated on what she was doing. The room had a white carpet from wall to wall, and the legs of the deep brown leather chairs sank almost out of sight into the nap of the rug. Through the window behind the bouffant-haired girl at the desk who was studiously avoiding meeting David's eyes as if he were not worth looking at, he could see the distant hazy skyline of the buildings of Manhattan. Lower down were the green trees of the estate itself, and five hundred yards away he could see the guarded entrance he had passed through on his way to meet Harvey
Sears. The guard armed with a pistol in a shiny black leather holster had reminded David of the type of man he was dealing with if he should for some reason displease Harvey Sears.
Once again David cursed himself for giving in to his irresistible urge to gamble. He had felt safer with the standard odds of the roulette wheels than he had with horse-racing, and besides, the glamour of the rooms below with their huge crystal chandeliers and the secret privacy had appealed to his flamboyant tastes.
But there was nothing glamorous at all about the way the young insurance man was feeling at the moment. He was afraid of what Harvey Sears wanted to say to him, and he didn't know what he would do if the club manager demanded the full three thousand dollars he owed immediately. He had managed to save only five hundred dollars in the last month, and part of that he really needed to pay some overdue bills he had been unable to pay before when he was losing so much money. If he got just one more big insurance account going, he would have enough to pay at least half, but he didn't have anything promising on hand at the moment.
He watched as the receptionist nonchalantly uncrossed and then crossed again her dimpled knees under the desk, revealing to his eyes the long stretch of nylon-clad leg all the way up to where her stockings stopped and the tantalizing whiteness of her upper thighs came together at the narrow pink band of her bikini panties beneath. When he looked up at her face, feeling a slight ache in his loins from the sight, she was staring at him with blank disdain. He knew that a lot of women found him attractive, but probably she knew why he was here and had no time for men without a big bankroll of money in their pockets to spend on her. He felt a momentary twinge of resentment toward her and wished that he could be as rich as Harvey Sears must be for just a week. Then he would put this tall blonde filly through the paces, as they used to say at the race-track, and she would see what kind of a man he was he would fuck her until she'd beg to be his slave forever.
He licked his lips lightly with the tip of his tongue as he began to imagine everything he would make her do, and he felt his penis jerking into quivering hardness inside the restricting cloth of his jockey shorts. Until now, he reflected, he had been faithful to his wife, even though it seemed to him that she didn't even try to satisfy his needs. Angela loved him very much, he was sure of that, but she was so damned puritanical in bed. Just once he wished she would get carried away in her lovemaking and do something wild and different, like sucking his cock, or letting him fuck her in positions different from the usual face-to-face manner she seemed to think was the only way to do it.
He had been sure when they were going together before they were married that she had a latent hot streak in her which would come out as soon as she was used to him, but now after two whole years she still resisted any interesting innovations in bed as though he were coarse and perverse for even suggesting them. Sooner or later he knew he would be drawn to another woman who had fewer inhibitions, especially if Angela didn't begin to satisfy him more, but he had always been afraid of what that might do to their otherwise happy relationship.
The sudden thought came to him that he had started gambling again in an effort to relieve the tension her reluctance to sex had caused in him, but if that was so, it was all to no avail. The night he had taken her out to dinner and met Harvey Sears, for instance, he had later practically had to force her to let him make love to her, and then she just lay there practically as if she were asleep without responding or getting excited by anything he did, and that had taken all the pleasure out of it for him. It was so frustrating because he was more attracted to her physically than to any other woman he had ever known. If only something would wake her up. And God knew he had tried everything he could think of, which with his previous experience was quite a bit. It had always worked with other women . . . why not the wife he loved?
He sighed heavily in the room, making the pretty receptionist look at him briefly with a suspicious look in her eye as though she suspected him of trying to make a pass at her in some way. He had tried in vain to make pleasant conversation with her when he had first been shown to the room to wait, and he was about to make another attempt when suddenly she glanced at her tiny wrist watch and stood up.
"Mr. Sears will see you now," she piped in her dime-store salesgirl accent that did not match her elegant appearance in any way. Her well-rounded buttocks jiggled slightly under the tight sheath of her brief skirt as she walked ahead of him to the heavy oak door and pushed it open for him to enter. Then he stepped inside and she closed it with a silent airy sound, leaving him in an almost dark room.
Gradually his eyes accustomed themselves to the dimly lit inner office, and not seeing Harvey Sears at first glance, he let his gaze roam around the room. The floor was covered with another wall-to-wall carpet, this one bright orange, and ivory drapes of immense height covered the wide expanse of window and tumbled casually on the carpet. There was no one sitting at the wide dark wood desk with a high-backed over-stuffed leather swivel chair behind it. The top of the desk was bare except for a gold pen in a holder and an intercom box in one corner. The top was polished with wax so shiny it reflected the weak light filtering through the heavy drapes.
Slowly turning his head as he looked into the darker corners of the room he spoke softly, wondering whether the receptionist had made a mistake.
"Mr. Sears, Harvey?" he breathed, and then he noticed an almost imperceptible smell of sweet perfume in the air and heard a tiny noise from somewhere off to his right. Turning his head, he saw the long deep-seated couch and abruptly became aware of a small patch of pale skin catching the light.
"Is that you, Harvey?" he said, startled and off balance that whoever it was had not spoken to him, letting him stand helplessly inside the door without bothering to greet him or turn on a light.
"Harvey had to take care of some business downstairs," a soft feminine voice told him. "It's all right, he told me to keep you occupied while he was gone," the voice reassured him, somehow sensing his hesitancy and awkwardness.
"I-the receptionist told me he was ready to see me," David stammered in his confusion, straining his eyes to see the woman's face.
"Well, he thought so too. But he'll be gone at least an hour. He said something about a debt that wasn't paid. Come closer so we can see each other," her voice purred to him.
He took a few cautious strides toward the couch and then he saw her. It was the singer who had been with Harvey Sears the other night at the supper-club, Jeanette Sawyer, stretched out on a thick bear-skin draped over the high-backed couch. Both her slippers were off and her white feet and calves showed below the hem of her long purple robe. At the top of the robe he could make out the billowing white contours where her ripely swelling breasts began and her long slender neck like a column of ivory supporting her oval face surrounded by dusky red hair. She was smiling in his direction as he approached and he smiled a weak smile back at her.
"Call me Jeanette, and I'll call you David," she crooned.
She reached for a glass he hadn't noticed was there, and he wondered for a moment if she could be drunk, the way she was using such a seductive tone in speaking to him. He could see her face quite clearly now, and her eyes seemed to be examining him carefully over the rim of the glass as she took a long drink.
"How about a drink?" she asked in a tone that seemed to suggest that whatever he wanted he could have.
"No, thanks, I'd better not. I have to check in at the office after I see Mr. Sears Harvey, I mean," he said lamely, wanting a drink more than he had ever wanted anything before in his life, his mouth was suddenly so dry and parched.
"Oh, come on," she chided him gently.
"Surely you can hold one drink and still do your job." With a long swinging motion of her shapely legs that revealed to his eyes an enticing stretch of naked white thigh, she got up from the couch and brushed past him, smiling up into his face suggestively.
David couldn't help noticing that she had nothing on under the robe, catching a fleeting glimpse of her full out thrust breasts separated by a shadowy narrow crevice, her tiny nipples standing erectly out under the loose garment. He felt a pang of warmth spreading through his loins as he noticed the heady mixture of her perfume and an exciting indefinable feminine odor that sent his brain reeling with almost uncontrollable desire.
But this is crazy, he was thinking. I shouldn't even have a single thought about one of Harvey Sears' women he would deal with me like he would with a fly, and there would be nothing I could do about it.
"How about a Pernod?" her voice came to his ears. He quickly decided that it was all his imagination, that this current mistress of the big-time gambler couldn't possibly be interested in him, and the best thing for him to do would be toingratiate himself with her and try to avoid any further problems with Harvey Sears.
"I've never had Pernod, but I'm game for anything," he answered, trying to feel at ease.
"I'll just bet you are," she giggled. She poured a large amount of yellowish-green liquid, which turned milky white when she added some water, and then moved toward a door near the liquor cabinet. "Bring my drink, will you?" she said nonchalantly. "We'll be more comfortable in here."
David realized that aside from the couch where she had been reclining, the only other place to sit was behind the big desk. Hoping he was doing the right thing, he followed the sultry redhead as she opened the door and entered what appeared to be a woman's living room.
Jeanette noticed him looking around at the chintz-covered sofas and lounging chairs and white fuck carpet.
"Nice, huh?" she said as she closed the door behind her and, to his surprise, turned the key in the lock. "It's my private apartment. Not even Harvey can come in without my permission. I'm privileged," she told him.
He watched with wide-eyed apprehension and nervousness as she walked barefoot through the ankle-deep rug toward him, swinging her widely flaring hips insinuatingly from side to side as her legs scissored back and forth. When she was close enough, she raised her arm handing him his drink, her action causing her robe to spread open wider so that one taut, smooth-skinned breast was exposed to his view as far as the rosy circle of the areole surrounding her nipple. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the luscious sight, hypnotized in spite of his effort at willpower to shift his gaze somewhere else. He could feel his heart beating wildly, pounding in his temples, and then finally by an almost superhuman effort he lifted his eyes to her face.
She was smiling a lewd, seductive grin, almost daring him to reach out and touch her sensual body, her arm still extended and holding his Pernod. "You like?" she cooed up at him, undulating her belly in his direction like an exotic dancer from a desert sheik's harem.
"Yes, thank you," David stammered, reaching with fumbling fingers for the glass she was holding and lifting it hurriedly to his lips. My God, what a woman! he was thinking as he poured the licorice-flavored liquid into the back of his throat as though it were water. It seemed to calm him down almost immediately, even though he could still feel the throbbing insistence in his inflamed loins, and without hesitating he drank another huge mouthful.
"I meant, do you like me?" she repeated when he finally lowered the glass. Her eyes seemed all of a sudden to be smoky with desire as she looked at him, and her pink tongue passed moistly over her sensually smiling lips. He wondered insanely for a moment if she were a nymphomaniac or something and was always like this with strange men.
"How could anyone not like you?" he asked in a husky voice. The Pernod he was drinking seemed to be having a sudden wild effect on his body, his nerve endings jangling all over as if he had somehow become as sensitive in his skin as the tip-end of his now impatiently burgeoning penis. He saw her eyelids droop almost closed as she glanced down at the obvious bulge in his trousers. She shuddered then before him, pressing her voluptuously vibrant breasts together with her upper arms as if excited by a passion so strong she could barely control it. This can't be happening, he shouted inside his mind, wanting more than anything else to throw her back onto the thick carpet and make love to her like a primitive savage raping a chanced-upon female in the jungle.
"I'm glad you like me," she whispered in a hot sultry voice. "Give me my drink and wait here a minute." The touch of her hand on his was like a shock of electricity, and then she disappeared through a door into the next room, not bothering to close it behind her. He heard silky rustling noises, and then her words came through the wild rushing sound in his ears.
"All right, you can come in now," she announced.
Filled with mingled fear and anticipation, the bewildered young husband stepped hesitantly into the room Jeanette had entered. His heart pounded loudly and then almost stopped. It was her bedroom, decorated all in red velvet, even down to the circular bed where she was lying.
And she was completely naked!
Oh God, where is that damned Harvey Sears? David asked himself in desperation.
"How do I look?" the brazen redhead smiled at him, rolling her body in a lewd rocking motion on the bed so that first he was presented with a clear view of her full, half-mooned buttocks, and then shown the ripe, firm mounds of her breasts. Her soft white belly centered with the round navel sloped gently toward the curly red triangle up between her thighs.
David Martin was too surprised and nervous to speak.
"Don't be bashful, we're completely alone in here," she assured him with a slight teasing curl of her lip.
He looked down at the glass he was still carrying, embarrassed, and drained it to the bottom for the smooth energizing courage it seemed to be giving him. It was odd, but with each further sip of the milky white liquid the fears he had been feeling seemed to be slipping further and further away. A strange confidence he had never before possessed was seeping magically through his blood, so smoothly, that he had hardly noticed the change. He marveled at the effect. It just wasn't like alcohol at all. There was no deadening of the senses of touch or thought, in fact if anything it intensified them.
His thoughts returned abruptly to Sears' mistress on the round red velvet bed. She was writhing slowly, letting him fully absorb the effect she knew her wanton nakedness would be having on him, and making small, mewling moans from deep in her throat. She began to run her hands up and down the voluptuous curves of her milk-white body and into secret indentations and hollows, her eyes closed in ecstasy as though she were alone in the room and he was a Peeping Tom looking through a window from a secret hiding place. The lewd thought somehow made her performance more appealing.
He felt another rigid jerk under his pants, his cock hardening still more this time as she rolled onto her stomach and buried her two hands down under her hidden loins, the twin white mounds of her ass-cheeks firmly clenching and unclenching as she ground and twisted on the bed. She turned her face sideways on the blood-red coverlet and looked at him with desire-hungry, heavy-lidded eyes, her moist sensual lips parting slightly to form the words.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered hoarsely, like a tortured female in heat.
Hearing the lewd words, David's fear and panic flooded back into his confused mind once more like a tidal wave that threatened to sweep him away.
"I-I can't do that!" he stammered, knowing at the same time that it was what he wanted at the moment more than he had ever wanted anything before in his life. The erection in his pants had now risen almost to its full height. The tightly restricting material of his shorts hurt him and he surreptitiously pushed down, allowing it to slip out one leg band into the greater looseness of his slacks.
"David!" she hissed in a compelling tone. "Come here." Without warning she was sitting up on the bed, a wide-eyed, mesmerizing expression on her face now puffed and clouded by the strength of her self-aroused passion.
He jumped slightly from the unexpected note of menace in her voice, and afraid of what she might do if he did not try to keep her from becoming angry with him, he set down his empty glass and walked to the edge of the bed.
Jeanette lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at his crotch, grinning again almost to herself. "You like me," she said simply. "I can tell."
"Any man would be crazy if he didn't," he blurted out.
"Why thank you, David. Let me give you a better look." She smiled at him as she moved closer to the edge of the bed where he was standing. She knelt down on her knees and then sat back on her heels, her hands resting on the bed behind her. David glanced down at the thin hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible up between her slightly parted thighs. He did not avert his eyes this time and an excited little smile crossed over his face as she opened them a little wider to give him a better view. He could see that she was excited, if he hadn't been able to tell before. The first tiny dewdrops of moisture were faintly visible rising between her cream-smooth thighs, glistening in the tight narrow cuntal slit as she slowly exposed herself to him.
He let his eyes wander on up the concave tautness of her belly to the full firmly set breasts above, the pink little nodules of her nipples standing out toward him as if inviting him to cover them with his mouth and nip at them with his teeth. He gritted his teeth together in a vain effort to ignore the throbbing hotness threatening to burst out of his slacks, and his eyes moved on up to her full-lipped mouth that had a damp sparkle, her tongue-tip barely visible as it passed from one corner of her lewdly inviting smile to the other.
God, he wanted to fuck her, if only she was not involved with the one man David had good reason to be afraid of. He had heard of some of the terrible things that had happened to men and women who could not pay their IOU's for gambling debts.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you," she whispered. "Tell me the truth."
"Yes, God, I want to," the lewd words forming on her lips exciting him more. "But Harvey . . . "
"Forget Harvey," she snarled in suddenly flaring anger. Then her face took on an expression of surprised realization as she pretended for the first time to understand why David had come to Sears' office. She knitted her brow as if worried for his sake.
"You're in some kind of trouble with Harvey, aren't you?" she asked in false concern. "That's why you won't even touch me," she added, pouting as if a new toy were being kept from her for some stupid reason she couldn't understand.
"I'm sorry, but that's about the way things are," David spoke unhappily. He was at the same time relieved that she now understood and disappointed that the supremely luscious body could not be his to do with as he wanted.
Her eyes looked thoughtful for a moment, and she seemed to be measuring the length of the bulging cock in his trousers against the consequences of what she was thinking about. Finally she appeared to come to a decision.
She sat forward and reached toward David with her hand and hooking her fingers in his belt pulled him nearer to the bed. "I think I can help you," she said huskily. Without warning she reached up, curled her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers. He was so surprised by her words and actions that he did not resist, allowing her to press her lips tightly up against his. They were amazingly soft and supple as her tongue insinuated itself moistly between his own parted lips, and he thrust his tongue out to meet hers, shoving it back deep into her throat. She was sucking gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills of excitement running the length of his spine. She had gradually risen up onto her knees, and her body was molded against his as though it belonged there. She moved her thigh up against his lust-aroused rigidity as he ground his lips harshly down onto hers, bringing his throbbing cock to a painful hardness. He could feel her heated breath coming rapidly on his cheek as he felt her resilient flesh massaging against his moistening penis where the seminal fluid was seeping from the blunt head into the material of his trousers, and he fought to control the sensations of helpless panic rushing through his mind.
He had to have her, and he also knew he had to get away from her before Harvey Sears showed up. It was an impossible situation.
He thought his head was going to explode, and his cock was jerking now as though he would cum at the slightest extra pressure from the tension building up in his pounding testicles below.
Finally the seductive redhead reluctantly let her lips slide wetly away from his and make a warm moist trail of kisses across his cheek as she moved her mouth closer to his ear.
"I can get Harvey to do anything I want," she whispered into his ear, her breath there sending tingles of lust-inciting pleasure through his pulsing veins.
"I bet you sure as hell can," David gasped into her fine tendrils of long red hair as he rested his cheek against hers, vainly trying to stop the steady trembling sensations deep in his stomach.
"You fuck me like I want, and I'll get him off your back," she promised. She was running her fingers teasingly over his heaving chest and belly between them and around to his back and neck. She felt him stiffen against her in fear and hesitation, and she abruptly pulled away from him and stared at him with a hard glitter in her eyes.
"And if you don't, I'll say you tried to rape me," she muttered in an attempt to intimidate him further.
David felt his mind racing blindly for a way out of his dangerous situation. He could still feel the impression of her tiny pointed nipples against the skin of his chest and his body was suddenly cold where she had been until now pressing into contact with his eagerly responding body, causing even more confusion in his thoughts.
He stood before her, swaying slightly and trying to make up his mind, unconsciously taking in the delicious feast her naked body was brazenly offering to him, his eyes feeling clouded as though they, and not his balls, were filling up with his steaming load of sperm.
The red-headed bitch was leaving him no choice, and anything he did now was immaterial. His mouth twitched downward at the corners as he felt the sudden overwhelming desire to be as sadistic and cruel to her as he knew how and get even with her for putting him into this impossible situation, whatever the consequences later.
She sensed his decision to submit to her wishes, and spoke, before he could change his mind and back away in fear again.
"Tell me you want to fuck me," she demanded.
"Yes, I want to," he hissed down at her, hating her for forcing him to give in.
"Then tell me!" she insisted.
"I want to fuck you!" he almost shouted.
"How?" she groaned, throwing herself back full length on the bed, her legs spread far apart as she writhed and moaned before him.
"Deep, deep and hard. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," David heard his voice say as though he was listening to an actor in an obscene pornographic movie.
"Ohhh, God," she groaned out loud into the room. "Get your clothes off and do it before I die."
The trapped young insurance man began desperately stripping his clothes from his body. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his pants and shorts and stood over the bed where she was lying watching, his fully swollen cock standing out in naked erection in front of him. She looked over at him standing above her, her eyes riveted on the spasmodically jerking penis standing out in the air. She watched the throbbing of the blood-filled head for a moment and then said, "I like it. It's going to feel good going up inside of me and twisting around deep in my cunt. Oh God, come on and screw me with it. Come on."
He lay down on the circular bed beside her, dragging her to him with the strength of his arms. He suddenly felt in control of the situation as her whole body quivered under his touch and she limply allowed him to press her fully aroused body into contact with his own. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them in his fingers. They were beautifully shaped and as firm as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and undulating lewdly up against him and she raised her face up to his, locking her mouth wetly over his again as her hand searched down between their tightly pressed bellies for the swollen hardness of his penis. He gasped out loud into her softly sucking mouth as the coolness of her fingers closed firmly around his lust-engorged shaft. He pressed his head forward and kissed her moistly back and she crushed the full writhing length of her body against his and ground her pelvis in small circles tightly into his, then suddenly twisting her body and pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them.
In the adjoining room, Harvey Sears sat in front of the video-tape monitor with a triumphant grin on his face. He had started filming his mistress and David Martin as soon as the young husband had entered the bedroom and seen Jeanette lying completely naked before his eyes. No wonder that guy's a gambler, Sears was thinking. He must have nerves of steel to hold off as long as he has from fucking Jeanette. She knows how to do all the actions that really turn you on.
He felt a slight twinge of jealousy overcoming him as he studied her face in the monitor and saw the unmistakable signs of desire he knew so well. He knew she was not putting on an act like a lot of women did. She just liked to screw and that was that. He focused the camera a little closer to catch David's facial expressions. He didn't want to miss any of this. He had big plans for this little show. It was going to get him David's pretty blonde wife, and he would screw into her pussy just like this bet-welshing bastard was getting ready to fuck the hell out of Jeanette now. He leaned back with lewd anticipation at the thought of those long slim legs of the innocent-looking Angela Martin wrapped tightly around him as he shoved his cock up into her and fucked her half to death. He could feel his penis hardening at the thought as he turned his attention back to the two bodies struggling nakedly together on the screen in front of him. Small droplets of perspiration began to form on his brow from the excitement he always felt when he watched another man fucking a really well-stacked piece of tail. I wonder how he likes the taste of my cum I shot in her mouth earlier, he chuckled obscenely to himself.
"Oh God, you feel nice," Jeanette whispered into David's ear, shoving the smooth flatness of her belly close up against him. Her fingernails trailed hotly across his back, leaving small red welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her firmly rounded ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands and pulling her open loins up tighter against him. He moved slowly up and down, insinuating the pounding hardness of his lust-engorged cock along the heated wetness of her widespread cuntal split, sensing it growing wetter and wetter still with each passing second. Her trembling buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his throbbing lions until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on both sides of his body, her calves locking tightly against the back of his thighs, pulling him harder into her.
"Ohh, fuck me now, darling. Fuck me now," she moaned into his mouth, her eyes clenched shut, her pelvis grinding erotically.
He started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands which had been running searchingly over his body came suddenly down between the tender lips of her desire-moistened cunt. David groaned as he felt her grasp his massively swollen cock, move it maddeningly up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the pulsating blood-filled tip. The red curls of cuntal hair grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into an even greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back another second and flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove it with flesh-splitting fury into the eagerly awaiting mouth of her pussy.
"Ohhhh, it's so big," she moaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over the blunt sensitive tip.
"Work it in slow, honey," she grunted as it entered with a slight popping noise, almost as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time. He didn't intend for her to get off easy now that she had gotten him into this, and ignoring her pleadings, he shoved forward again.
His long, thick cock raced determinedly up her cunt to the full depths of her nakedly trembling belly, warm and tight at first, aching the full length of his rigid shaft and then gradually easier as the wetness of her cuntal passage smoothed the way. She would soon be able to take whatever punishment he could offer her, and he pulled the still tightly fitting cock all the way back out until only the huge bulbous head was left inside, then rammed his hips forward again with all of his strength. He could feel the clasping inner walls of her pussy resisting him all the way in and with a brutal thumping sound he struck bottom, the tip-end of his lust-driven cock punching up against the cushiony surface of her womb accompanied by the sound of his heavy balls beneath slapping into her eagerly upturned buttocks.
"Oooomph!" she groaned from the unexpectedly hard impact, and then she was screaming a low, animal-like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to escape the sudden excruciating pain. But he only thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her nakedly writhing loins so there was no escape for her. She was skewered on his rod of male flesh like a spitted animal, and he gloated to himself, proud that he could hurt her this way. He had gained the upper hand he knew because he had hurt her and she could not hurt him back in return.
David reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over another man's woman impaled so lewdly beneath him, and then he flexed his cock-head deep inside her again bringing another low moan of mixed pleasure-pain from between her clenched teeth.
Goddamn, he's fucking her good, Harvey Sears mused from his seat in front of the TV monitor as he watched the fleshy hardness of the younger man's cock disappear to the hilt between his mistress' widespread thighs. He wondered with a half-cruel smile on his face what David Martin was going to look like when he saw his own young wife being fucked within an inch of her life that way by some guy she didn't even know, namely Harvey Sears.
David ground his pelvis adulterously into the squirming female flesh beneath him as Jeanette Sawyer strained back under him, arching her loins up at him now, lifting both their bodies a few inches off the velvet-covered bed from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his relentlessly pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of abandonment as old as time and history itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress again and again making her loosely flowing red hair flick back and forth like a whip snapping in the air.
"Ohhh, God, it's good, it's good! Fuck me harder, make me scream!" she coughed up at him in her passion-crazed state.
Enjoying the effects of his intentional brutality, David reached back under and between her wantonly jerking buttocks as he continued driving his cock rhythmically into the steaming wetness of her pussy. He stretched the narrow crevice of her buttocks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for the tiny puckered hole of her anus.
Suddenly he found it.
A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down the widespread separation from where he could feel his lust-hardened rod of flesh sawing up into her. It moistened the tightly puckered little mouth, lubricating it slightly and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring yielded completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle. She jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the painful invasion of her anus.
"Uuuuugnnngg! It hurts! God it hurts!" she screamed.
Glad to hear her words indicating he had found another way to punish her wildly writhing body, he thrust again, sinking his finger in to the second knuckle.
"Ohhhhh! Yesss, yessss!" she hissed up at him. "Hurt me! Hurt me!"
In spite of her obvious pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back on his probing middle finger until it was sunk into her tightly constricted anus to the palm of his hand, his other fingers and thumb splayed out over the flaccid softness of her ass-cheeks as he pinched and kneaded it in ceaseless torture. He jiggled his middle finger deep inside her, lewdly rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages the underside of his cock sliding in and out of her and he began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she continued to groan beneath him, opening her legs wide out over the huge bed to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
David could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her warm wet cunt until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pressure building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against her flattened buttocks below. It wouldn't be long he hoped. She had to cum soon, and he had to hold his own nearing orgasm back until then. He began ramming it into her with long hard strokes in time with his finger to excite her more.
He could tell she was nearing completion as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, frantically opening and closing them around him like a vise-like clamping in time to his demoniac thrusts into her soft moist cunt. She gurgled passionately beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew it was about to happen now and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his strength.
"Ohhh, fuck it, fuck it hard, hard! Hardddd!" she chanted, mumbling obscenities which stirred his own lust to greater and greater heights, and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard onto her breasts and offering him the full opening of her obscenely upraised pussy and anus. Her eyes rolled out of control in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion getting so near.
"I'm cumming," she coughed suddenly, her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming," she repeated again as if to convince herself. "I'm cumming!" She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter against her flattened breasts until the whole of her stretching pink vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. Then she backed her ankles over his shoulders, her loins squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung slackly open, unseeing eyes gazing wide at the ceiling.
Jesus, look at her go, Harvey Sears in the other room grinned in lewd excitement as he watched his mistress racing for the final climax under the wildly fucking body of his debtor David Martin.
A low banshee-like scream suddenly formed on the edges of Jeanette Sawyer's parted lips and then pierced through the sounds of the thumping mattress and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together. Her nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up on his madly thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins jerked and twisted spasmodically against his naked loins.
She held her breath an interminable moment and then expelled it as though hit in the stomach by a solid fist, her body collapsing limply down into the mattress. She lay still then, except for the uncontrollable spasming of her pussy still locked tightly around his tortured cock. God, he had never in his life seen or felt anything like it. He throbbed the muscles of his pulsing shaft deep in her quivering belly, hoping to bring her to life again.
"That was nice," she mumbled up at him. "I haven't had a ride like that for a long time."
"You're not finished yet," David gasped down at her, the ache throbbing hotly in his balls.
"God," she murmured in approval, "you held back such a long time."
"But not much more," he breathed into her ear. "I'm almost there."
"Roll over," she smiled sweetly up at him. "I'm going to give you a special treat for being so good and patient."
He pulled his finger back out of her anus, at the same time sliding his aching hardness out of the soft wet warmth of her pussy. He hated to pull it out, he was so near to shooting his cum into her belly, but he decided to let Jeanette have her way. It had been so long that he had been doing nothing with his wife but getting on top of her and after a few quick strokes shoot off his load and that was it. Angela didn't like to make an interesting game of it and he even had the impression sometimes that she merely tolerated his love-making and didn't really enjoy it. Now that he had gone this far with Jeanette in spite of the danger involved he might as well get a few kicks out of what the voluptuous redhead might come up with. He'd just let her handle it from now on until she decided to coax the boiling load of sperm up out of his swollen balls, and he was looking forward to seeing how she was going to do it.
He rolled reluctantly from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin sticky trails of her orgasm following his cock across her lower thigh. He lay tensely on the red velvet coverlet with his rigidity pointed up at the mirrored ceiling he had not noticed before in his excitement, watching their images reflected in it, waiting to see what the special treatment she had in mind was going to be.
CHAPTER FIVE
Again.
It was all Angela could do to keep from breaking out into tears. Instead she busily engaged her thoughts in trying to prepare a simple cold supper for herself since her husband had just called saying he would not be home until very late.
Again he called to tell me something came up at work, she reflected bitterly in spite of her attempt not to think about it any more. She was beginning to feel utterly rejected and alone with the way David had been treating her, and she suddenly flung the dish towel she was holding at the kitchen wall and began sobbing loudly as she ran into the living room where she threw herself face down on the couch.
He's lying he's been lying to me all along, she cried again and again in her mind. There had been a strange tone in his voice as if he could tell she wouldn't believe him and had been feeling slightly guilty about what he was doing, but still he had gone on pretending on the phone that he had no choice.
This time she was sure she was right. And she was almost certain why. Since they had come home from their very depressing anniversary dinner out in that restaurant, when she didn't feel like making love to him at all and he forced himself on her anyway, she had been unable even to pretend an interest in sex. For those four nights she had gone to bed a little earlier than usual and feigned sleep when he had finally joined her. She knew he always wanted to make love to her at least every other night, but he would just have to begin to understand that it wasn't the same with her. A woman had to be in exactly the right mood, and even then the slightest thing would ruin it for her.
Angela herself felt almost overwhelmed by self-pity as she realized that she was probably responsible for driving him little by little into a strange woman's arms. But I can't help it, she sobbed helplessly into the cushion of the sofa. I'm not made like some kind of nymphomaniac who wants to make love all day long! She still loved David more than anything else in the world, but why couldn't he understand that she just couldn't change into a different person because of him. It was impossible, though she felt she had tried harder to please him than any man had a right to expect.
Suddenly the doorbell of the apartment rang twice.
That was David's signal that it was him opening the door!
Without waiting for him to put the key in the lock, she ran forward to the doorway, not even bothering to straighten her rumpled dress or dry the tears coursing down her cheeks. He must have changed his mind and was coming home to apologize and make up with her! she smiled elatedly to herself, not even taking her usual precaution in the city of looking through the peephole on the door. She had made up her mind in the split second it took her to open the double-locked door that she would do everything in her power to make it up to him. She would try once again to become the alluring, seductive wife he must want her to be, and then he wouldn't have to go looking for excitement elsewhere.
"Darling, I'm so happy . . . " she started to say when the door was part way open. Then through her blurred vision she saw the faces of two strange men standing in the doorway.
"Noooo!" she moaned in a tremulous voice, so shocked and surprised that it took her a moment before she thought to slam the door closed again.
But they were too fast for her. The one closest to her reached for and grabbed her mouth, cutting off her first scream of terror that had been choked off by fear somewhere deep in her throat. Her pale blue eyes were wide with fright and her mouth under his digging fingers twisted in a mask of soundless horror.
"Quick, get her inside," growled the second man, shoving with his full weight against the struggling pair. Angela could hear through the terrified confusion in her mind the rattle of a chain-lock on one of the other doors in the corridor, but whoever it was responding to the scuffling sounds in the hall was too late. They were inside with the door closed behind them and Angela could feel a thick muscular arm circling around her, the harsh calloused hand pressing into her cheeks and over her mouth until her lips ached back against her tightly clenched teeth. The only sound for a few moments was the heavy breathing they were making as they held her crushed between them and her own low moans. Then there was the distant sound of the other door in the hallway closing as whoever it was decided not to get involved, or that the scuffling sounds had meant nothing after all. Angela had the brief passing thought that whoever it was might go to the telephone and call the police, but she knew it was not likely in New York City, and besides by the time the police had a man to send it would surely be too late. These two brutes who had forced their way into the apartment looked dead serious and professional. She wondered how they had gotten by the doorman downstairs, how they had known to give the same two widely separated rings on the doorbell which David always gave, and a thousand other fleeting things went through her mind as she finally lost her strength to continue her futile struggle and let her body fall limp as though the life had been crushed from it.
Oh God, she moaned silently inside her mind, why, oh why isn't David here with me where he belongs? The bitter thought that he was probably at this very moment on his way to meet a woman poured like acid through her brain, mingling with the horrible realization that these men holding her captive in her own home were probably going to rape her. She suddenly surged into another hopeless attempt to escape or free her mouth to call out for help. Please, please don't let it happen, don't let it happen, she prayed in the inner blackness of her panic-stricken mind. Tears of frustration filled her wide open eyes as she heard the man holding her from behind grunting like an animal, his breath filled with the pungent smell of garlic coming to her nostrils.
"All right, Gus," the man who had been pressing his body into hers in front said. "Don't let her move. I'll shoot some of the pentothal into her." His voice was cold and flat to her ears, and as he reached into his inside coat pocket she saw that he had a long ugly scar that ran from his cheek diagonally across the bridge of his nose and on up over his forehead, ending in a bare patch on his scalp. His eyes looking expressionless into her own were like dark brown puddles glinting back at her, and when he seemed to notice her revulsion and disgust at his appearance, the puffy skin around them squinted slightly shut.
"What's the matter, doll?" he snarled, curling his thick lips back in a lewdly obscene grin. "You don't like my knife-cut?" He was now putting a long needle onto a plastic syringe with slow, deliberate motions. "Think of how it would look on your pretty little puss, and then maybe you won't give us no trouble," he said with a laugh that sounded more like a cough.
"Come on, Stevie. Come on," the one named Gus whined behind her. We ain't going to have forever." She felt the fingers of his hand holding her around the waist crawl up over her rib cage and begin painfully digging into one of her breasts. "If we want a little fun before we take her to the boss, we got to get on with it," he added with a thick hoarseness.
Angela winced and whimpered from the effect of his mercilessly pinching fingers on her breast, and she felt as though her heart were shrinking in size from fear and shame as his loins pressed tightly into the curve of her buttocks, his hardening penis rubbing into the soft crevice between them.
The one called Stevie squirted a little of the pentothal up into the air from the hypodermic needle and then leered at Angela's contorted and twisted face. "No worry. One little shot of this, and she'll do whatever we want for at least an hour. Fifteen minutes to the club gives us at least three-quarters of an hour here," he grinned.
His thick strong fingers grasped her right wrist with an irresistible force, and she mumbled incomprehensible protests into the hand stifling her voice as the sharp needle touched the light blue vein showing in the crook of her elbow.
"Don't give her too much," Gus warned. "We don't want her laying around like a dead log. Might as well fuck a corpse if she's unconscious."
Once more she struggled and squirmed frantically in the vise-like grip of .their hands, her lips soundlessly mouthing no, no, no, and then the steel point pierced her white skin. She watched helplessly as Stevie's thumb began depressing the plunger sending the powerful drug coursing into her bloodstream, until suddenly she felt no more desire or will to resist. She seemed to be living in a dream where anything could happen and she would wake up safe and sound, floating on a low cloud along with the two men who had been conjured up from somewhere deep in her subconscious mind to do things she had always secretly wanted done. She felt light-headed and completely free from worry, a way that she did not remember having felt for a long time. Then, as though from a great distance away, she watched the needle slipping back out of her arm and Stevie's fingers of his left hand expertly placing a circular band aid over the almost invisible red dot on her skin.
"That does it," he announced, putting the now empty hypodermic syringe into a plastic case and dropping it back in his pocket. "I think you can ease off and lead her into the other room now," he told Gus.
With a little reluctance, Gus released his kneading hold on Angela's breast and slowly backed the trouser bulge of his rigid penis away from her buttocks. Cautiously his hand came away from her quivering lips, but she did not try to cry out again, and she followed docilely into the living room when he grasped her upper arm and pulled lightly. The carpet on the floor felt like cotton piled a foot deep under her feet as she was led to the sofa where she had been crying earlier and she sat down as if in a trance.
Even the soothing effect of the drug forced into her veins had not prepared her for what happened next. As if she were sitting trapped inside someone else's body, she watched the one called Gus lower the zipper of his fly with a harsh metallic ripping sound, and he reached inside, fumbling obscenely with his restricting jockey shorts.
"Old Harvey can really pick 'em," he whistled at his companion as his lustful eyes for the first time roamed fully over the naked curves of her thighs, almost completely exposed to his view beneath the brief miniskirt she was wearing.
"Yeah, he sure can," hissed Stevie, already freeing his own stiffening cock into the air, scooping down below to let his rapidly swelling balls beneath hang outside his pants.
Gus' lust-thickened penis was now fully exposed before the terrified young wife's eyes as she sat on the couch trembling at the size of the pulsing rod of flesh. She watched paralyzed as he wrapped his powerful fist around it and slipped the loose outer skin slowly up and down as he walked closer to her.
"See this, chick?" he growled at her. "Guess what you're going to do to it," he laughed coarsely.
Angela quivered on the sofa, too frightened to move in spite of the elated disorientation the drug had caused in her mind. She watched in terrified fascination as he took a seat beside her on the couch, reclining his head back and stretching his legs out wide.
"Now get down between my legs, baby, and let's see what you can do with those sweet little lips." He grinned eagerly, motioning for Angela to kneel on the floor in front of him.
As if in a bad dream, Angela heard his words, and while one part of her mind unaffected by the drug told her to scream out or try to run out the door and get away, the part controlling her bodily movements forced her to rise obediently from the sofa and get down on her knees between Gus' ankles clad in dirty striped silk socks. She could clearly see the viscous droplets of male pre-cum seeping from the tiny opening in the distended tip of his penis and the pungent masculine odor coming from his loins. She watched him sliding down on the sofa until his buttocks were resting right on the edge of the cushion, and his hand pushed the foreskin all the way down from the huge bulbous head of his cock so that she could see the rubbery folds of skin flaring around the red-fleshed tip.
Gus grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the swollen shaft of his cock, and at the same time he tangled his other hand in her long blonde hair and pulled her head forward. She closed her eyes in bitter defeat, determined through her drugged haze not to give in to the obscene demands he was making. Then his hand moved away from her fingers circled around his thickly pulsing hardness and pulled at her lips, opening her mouth and lightly rubbing the soft spongy flesh of his cock against her firmly clenched teeth. She flinched inside, sickened by the thought of her mouth being used as a helpless receptacle of lust by a total stranger and of the lewd sperm he was going to pump down her unwilling throat, but he twisted her hair in his hands until Angela thought he would rip it from her head by the roots.
"Suck it, chick," he hissed, bumping the blood-engorged rod against her fearfully quivering lips. She gasped for breath from the pain his fingers in her hair were causing her, feeling the uncontrollable urge to do his bidding come from somewhere deep inside her body. As her lips parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock of pain, the thick shaft of flesh rammed quickly forward between her soft moist lips. She could feel the thick rubbery cock-head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of premature cum seeping from it and filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent taste.
His hips on the sofa began a slow undulation, the rock-hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a lewd wet sucking sound, guided by his large meaty hand gripped tightly in her hair.
Stevie moved close to them to watch the puffing of her cheeks as his friend thrust upward between her wetly clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt Gus made ramming it into her helplessly trapped face. He kept his right hand stroking up and down his own fully erected penis and began running his other hand over the backs of her naked thighs, allowing them to rove down to her tautly curving calves blossoming below, and then running them back up the soft smooth skin to her firmly rounded buttocks clad in white nylon panties under her hitched-up miniskirt. His fingers hungrily kneaded her flesh as he watched his companion's thick sword of flesh sawing into the frightened wife's widely stretched lips. It was an exciting picture, the kneeling girl's helpless face being held tight between the two huge hands now pressing against her bulging cheeks, and the giant penis forcing its way in and out between her moistly clinging lips as she groaned in laboring submission between his outflung legs below.
Angela could feel the fingers crawling over her sensitive inner thighs toward the defensively cringing "vee" of her loins as her head bobbed up and down on the long hard shaft protruding before her. She had opened her eyes just enough that she could see through her downcast lashes the small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base of the blood-filled shaft where it left the open fly of his pants. Her mind wandered in drugged semi-consciousness, nothing mattering anymore except to get this horrible ordeal over with, and to get it over with, she knew she had to administer pleasure to her cruel tormentors until they achieved the satisfaction they wanted her to give them. She began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and teasingly into the tiny open slit of the lust-engorged glans. She could feel it throbbing in her mouth as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a gushing fountain of sperm flowing hotly into her throat in a never-ending stream that would be locked in her memory as long as she lived.
At the same time she could feel the other man's fingers playing obscenely over the flimsy panties stretched tightly over her quivering ass-cheeks behind. Not satisfied by this, he hooked his fingers under the waist of her miniskirt, and with one hard pull ripped the thin material into shreds and threw it off to one side. He didn't stop then, reaching around her forward-bending torso to claw at the buttons of her blouse and tear open the front, popping off the buttons one by one. Then, forcing her limply unresisting arms upward in the confining space between Gus's knees, he pulled at the cloth until the sleeves came free from her wrists and hands and dropped loosely forward onto the hard bony thighs spread on either side of her. Her arms felt as though they had been pulled out of their sockets, and she groaned out her pain around the still-swelling cock slithering wetly in and out of her mouth.
"Jesus Christ, look at that," Stevie exclaimed behind her in appreciation of her soft yet firmly rounded buttocks. His hands rummaged up over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly, without warning, it snapped apart, and her full young breasts, soft and resilient, sprang voluptuously free.
She gasped as he pulled the now useless piece of feminine underwear from around her body and the two milk-white mounds of firm ripe flesh were cooled by the air of the room, her nipples springing into a defensive hardness from the sudden exposure and availability to his touch. Stevie wasted no time. As he gaped at Gus's cock spearing juicily into her tightly ovaled lips, his own hand slipped around the side of her body, following the angry red welt where the brassiere strap had been. He cupped the ripely swelling firmness of her right breast and squeezed it momentarily, bringing another deeper groan from Angela's lips as he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery tip of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it lightly with a lewd grin on his face as he felt her body squirming with greater strength now trying to escape him. He continued to knead and pinch at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity, alternating from one to the other, while with his other hand he coursed down the narrow crevice between the cheeks of he panty-clad buttocks and on down into the traitorously moistening pussy slit below.
A part of Angela's mind was silently screaming her feelings of humiliation and shame at what was happening to her helplessly subjugated body, fully aware in spite of the pentothal they had injected into her that she was being senselessly and ruthlessly raped in her own apartment! But another part of her was secretly, masochistically, beginning to enjoy the savage attack as though she somehow deserved the worst degradations they could think of to heap upon her. Irrational as it seemed, she felt that if she hadn't held herself back from doing the perverse, obscene acts her husband had sometimes tried to persuade her to perform with him, he would have been home now to protect her from her two attackers. Oh, David, she sobbed within her tortured inner mind, I'm sorry, please, please forgive me. She knew it would destroy him if he should ever learn of what they were forcing her to do, and though it would stay with her forever and forever, blotting out any chances for happiness, still she would protect him from knowing. He would never know the horrors she had gone through during this terrible day of assault and rape.
She jerked her body forward at the sudden obscene intrusion down between her shamelessly moistening vaginal lips, the sensations it caused sending ripples of unexplainable passion and desire coursing over the surface of her tender inner thighs.
Behind her, Stevie was filled with a hot impatience and drew his hands down again to the narrow elastic waistband at the top of her white nylon panties. He hooked his fingers into the flimsy material and with a slow deliberate certainty, began to peel them down over the softly rounded flare of her hips.
In a final desperate attempt to prevent the last of her protective clothing from her almost naked body, Angela jerked violently forward, but there was no escape, and now she knew they had reached the point of no return with her. There was no more hope, and her years of faithful chastity for her husband seemed completely pointless. With one swift downward movement, Stevie peeled the flimsy panties all the way down, revealing the vibrant white half-moons of her buttocks. When the silky material caught at the indented juncture of her thighs and belly, he gave a vicious jerk, ripping them into useless threads.
He laughed hoarsely behind her and tossed the tattered remnants into a corner of the couch, and then she could feel his hands on her fully exposed hips and the warm smooth pressure of his hardened cock pressing against the tender flesh at the backs of her thighs. She could feel the stickiness where the moist hot seminal fluid seeped from the lust-inflated tip.
"Now you're going to get fucked, and fucked like you've never been fucked before, you little bitch," she heard him snarl behind her.
Suddenly the telephone on the other side of the room began to ring!
To Angela it was like a thin ray of distant hope coming out of the blue. It had to be David! The insistent ringing went on and on as she listened through the rushing sounds in her ears now even more tightly cupped between the harsh fingers holding her head over the ceaselessly plunging rod of male flesh. If only she could reach the ringing instrument before it stopped, if only she could say one word to David asking for help! But then after a length of time that seemed like an eternity, the bell stopped sounding, and once again the only thing she could hear was the harsh breathing of the two men ravishing her helpless body and the obscene sluicing noise of her impaled mouth on Gus' thickly growing hardness.
"Start licking with your tongue again," Gus rasped down at her bobbing head. "And put your hands on my goddamn balls, chick. Squeeze 'em, and suck out my cum into your mouth." When she did not immediately obey his command, he wrenched her long hair painfully again and repeated, "I said squeeze 'em! I want to fill up your sweet little mouth with all I've got."
Reluctantly then she slipped her fingers forward along his thighs and grasped the heavy, cum-filled testicles one in each hand, letting her nails trail lightly over them as she kneaded the tender hair-covered sac. Her action on his sensitive testicles caused Gus to jerk his still thickening shaft even harder than before into the back of her throat, and she slaved over him for all she was worth, knowing he would soon spurt his hot thick sperm onto her tongue and then at last it would be over.
CHAPTER SIX
David let the phone ring again and again, his brain reeling with shame and remorse for what he had agreed to in Harvey Sears' office. Gripping the telephone in his fingers so hard he thought they would break, he hoped and prayed he was not too late, but little by little the chilling realization crept into his mind that it was no use. He let it ring ten more times, counting them like the fading pulse of a person slowly dying, and then with a deep sigh of despair, he finally hung the phone on the hook.
Oh God, he was thinking as he stepped out of the telephone booth into the pedestrian traffic on Broadway. What have I done, what will happen to my wife, to us, now?
He stopped into the first bar he came to and ordered a straight double Scotch on the rocks, gulping it down almost in one swallow before shoving the glass to the back of the counter for the bartender to fill again.
He had had no idea what it was that Harvey Sears was going to say to him when he had met him in the gambling club. If he had known in advance, he would have told Angela to pack her clothes immediately and the two of them would have left the city as fast as they could get away. But by then he was trapped and there was no way out.
As he stared at his worried, haggard expression between the liquor bottles in the mirror behind the bar, sipping slowly now at his second double Scotch, the young morose insurance man ran over the whole scene that morning for what seemed the thousandth time.
Jeanette Sawyer had given him that special treat she had promised, expertly sucking his cock until he had finally felt an explosion in his swollen balls and had spurted his built-up semen into her moistly clinging lips. As soon as the voluptuous redhead had finished, almost as if it had been planned that way, there had been a metallic rasping noise from the sitting room.
"Oh my God," Jeanette had whispered in a nervous voice. "That's the bell Harvey uses to call me when he wants me. He must be back in his office already, waiting for you. Hurry!"
She began dressing as fast as she could, and even though his legs were still trembling from the effect of her sucking him to completion, David had struggled desperately to put on his own clothes before Harvey Sears might get suspicious and come barging in to find them.
To stall him off, Jeanette had gone to the intercom in the front room and pushed a button to talk. "We'll be right in, Harvey, darling. We're finishing our drinks right now."
"Well, hurry it up," came the harsh voice over the open line. "I haven't got all day.
What have you two been doing anyway?" the voice asked suspiciously. "I told you to entertain him, but if he's gotten fresh or anything . . . "
"Don't worry, honey," she had laughed in a false-sounding attempt to be jovial and innocent-seeming. "David is as clean and pure as the driven snow. Besides," she said in a lower voice, "you know I wouldn't let anyone touch me but you."
"All right," came the hesitant reply. But get him in here now!" And then the connection was broken by Jeannette when she saw David signaling frantically to her that he was ready.
When they had entered the office where he had first seen Jeanette lying on the couch, David was sure what he had just done with Sears' mistress in the other room was written all over his face. The gambling boss seemed to scrutinize both of them carefully with his eyes from his seat behind the huge desk, and then apparently satisfied nothing untoward had happened, finally relaxed and told them to sit down.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, David," he said in a flat, unfeeling voice that belied his words. "I had to talk to another guy who insisted he couldn't pay up." Harvey's face had screwed up in a look of sadistic glee as he remembered. "Poor fellow, I hope he'll be able to collect a little insurance while he recuperates," he chuckled, his lips pulled back in a contemptuous grin.
"Harvey!" Jeanette had gasped as if in horror at the suggestion of violence he was making. "You don't mean you and the boys beat him up . . . ! "
"I mean he had a little accident, that's all honey," he had reassured her. 'There was nothing we could do about it. He just kept falling all over the place. Every time one of the boys tried to pick him up, he would run into something else and land flat out on his back again. Sammy's on the way to drop him off at the hospital now. Looks like he might need a few stitches."
"A few stitches?" David heard his own voice say in a softly tremulous inflection. His whole insides had been quivering violently by that time, and he was ready to agree to practically anything Sears demanded from him at that moment.
"Yeah, nothing permanently disfiguring, but nasty cuts all the same," Sears had answered. "I doubt if his own wife would recognize him right now, but he should be as good as new in a few weeks."
David had sat glued to the leather cushion, his eyes glazed over with fear. What was he going to say to Harvey Sears to keep him from turning him over to his obviously ruthless thugs? He would promise anything, anything at all, if only he could get out of that club. Then he would either come up with the money or quietly disappear and start a new life somewhere else. But he no longer had any doubt that if he did run away without settling his account with Sears, they wouldn't hesitate to hunt him down and perhaps kill him like an animal.
Harvey Sears had sensed his uncontrollable trepidation and had abruptly changed the subject he had been enjoying with such relish. "All right, Davey boy, let's talk about your problem. Do you have the money on you?" Harvey had asked in a soothing relaxed tone.
"No-no," David had stammered. "Give me a couple more weeks, and by then I think I'll have it. I could give you five hundred of it this afternoon, but that's all I have," he added hastily, seeing the glowering look spreading over Sears' face.
'That's no good," he had growled. "My people want the money all at once, and within the next twenty-four hours."
Sitting at the bar dazedly remembering back to that terrible morning, David's heart fell into his stomach again when he recalled those words, and he took another longer drink from his Scotch. There had been no possible way to get hold of three thousand dollars within twenty-four hours, and he had had to tell Harvey Sears just that, a pleading tone of desperation in his voice.
'That's too bad," Sears had said without a shred of pity. "But I think I've worked out a plan that will serve us both a good turn," he had added in an insinuating voice, looking at David as if measuring him to see how he would take to it.
"What plan?" he had asked hopefully, clutching at the idea like a drowning man at a floating straw.
"I'll tell you in a minute," he had said in a calm voice. Then he had looked at his mistress, Jeanette, who was still sitting with them in the room. "Baby, be a good girl and disappear for a while so we can talk in private, okay?"
Looking surprised that he wanted to prevent her from hearing what he was going to say to David, Jeanette had silently gotten up from her seat without a word and had opened the door leading back into her apartment. Just before she closed the heavy wood door behind her, while she was in a position where Harvey couldn't see her, the sultry redhead had given David a warning handshake not to let Sears know what had taken place between them only a few minutes before on her bed.
As far as David had been concerned, she needn't have bothered to warn him. He was already so afraid of what might happen that he could have been tortured for hours before he would have breathed a word about him and Jeanette. She gave a further little signal with her fingers indicating that he should agree to whatever Harvey had in mind, and then the door had closed with a slight whisper of air behind her, and he was alone with Harvey Sears.
"Quite a piece, huh?" Harvey Sears had winked at him when she was gone.
"She sure is," David had agreed without thinking, and then he cringed as Sears gave him another sharply scrutinizing glance to see if he could detect anything in his face.
"That's sort of what I want to talk about," Sears had begun. "I, uh, couldn't help noticing how attractive your wife was the other night," he was going on, his eyes watching David's reactions like a hawk watching his prey. "And I thought we could maybe work out a deal."
In the almost empty bar where he was now sitting, David heard the ice clinking in his glass from his shaking hands, and he quickly threw back the rest of the amber colored Scotch into his parched throat. He shoved the empty glass over for the bartender to fill again. He noticed the quizzical look passing over the bartender's face as he decided whether David was drunk yet or could handle another, finally pouring a generous amount as if in commiseration with whatever was troubling him so much.
Sears' words that morning now rang in his mind like echoes in a well. "What kind of deal?" he had croaked out in a shaken voice, already half understanding why Sears had sent Jeanette from the room. He had wished at that moment that he could sink through the thick carpet into the floor and disappear from sight forever. He had known deep inside from that first moment of comprehension that he would eventually agree to the ensuing proposition, and he was already hating himself for his cowardice, but he had not protested in any way.
"I think you can see what I'm getting at," Sears had snarled meaningfully. "There's no need to go into any more detail than absolutely necessary. It'll be better that way for everyone concerned."
"You-you mean you want me to let you have my wife, Angela?" David had stuttered in disbelief, at the same time thinking how ironic it was that he himself had just been in bed with Sears' mistress, Jeanette.
"A thousand dollars a night," Sears continued. "Three nights and you're out of debt. Won't that be a relief, Davey-boy?" he had smiled shrewdly at him.
"B-but how . . . ? " David had tried to ask.
Harvey Sears waved his hand as if there could not possibly be a problem. "Leave it all to me. She'll be kidnapped, and three days later, you'll give me the ransom or that's what she'll think."
Like a sped-up movie, all kinds of lewdly obscene pictures had started running through David's spinning, confused brain as he thought of Harvey Sears running his thick-fingered hands all over Angela's naked body, touching her softly rounded breasts and flaring hips, putting his penis up between her long, tapering thighs but then he had had to stop. He couldn't bear to think of all the things the man might force her to do.
"How do I know you'll cancel the IOU's?" David had asked, stalling for time to think of a way out.
"You mean these?" Harvey had pulled the tiny slips of paper with David's signature out of his breast pocket of his jacket and before David could say a word, he had torn them all into little shreds and had set fire to them in a huge ashtray. "That's what I call a fair deal," Sears had barked. "Payment in advance."
David had watched the IOU's go up in a thin cloud of smoke as if in a dream, the final threads of his hope floating up toward the ceiling as the flames gradually flickered and died. He had felt like a trapped animal with no escape. Without these original IOU's in his possession, Harvey Sears would expect him to go through with the perverse, even criminal bargain he had been trying to make.
"You've still got a choice," Sears had said sensing his continuing hesitation. "Either you go along with what I offered, or I get my three thousand dollars worth in easy installments down in the basement like I did earlier today from the other ass." The threatening sadistic look on his face had chilled David to the bone, and he felt his palms sweating profusely.
The sudden thought had occurred to him then that it was entirely possible that Harvey Sears would someday find out what David and Sears' mistress, Jeanette, had done in her private apartment, and if that happened, God only knew what would become of him. It was even conceivable that Jeanette herself might break down and tell Sears. On the other hand, he had rationalized to himself, if Sears had had a chance at his wife Angela, and then found out about Jeanette, he might just shrug it off as a fair exchange. To further protect himself in this way, David had finally given in.
If I agree, Angela won't be hurt?" he had asked, his voice almost cracking as he forced the words through his lips. "Believe me, after I get through with her, she'll probably be in better condition than you've ever seen her," Sears said, licking his lips at the prospect. "I've had a lot of practice breaking women in to do what men like in bed. Jeanette, for instance, is as talented in that way as she is lovely to look at. As a matter-of-fact, perhaps as a little bonus for your cooperation I could arrange you a few hours with her," Sears had said, noting with a glint of amusement in his eyes the eagerness with which David had leapt at the bait in spite of himself. He obviously hadn't had enough of her in the brief span of time in her bedroom, Sears had thought.
"I suppose I have no choice," David had muttered, letting his mind wander momentarily to the physical charms he had just begun to taste when Harvey had called them in. "But if anything happens to Angela, I'll.. . "
"Look, Davey-boy, I told you . . . nothing will happen that you haven't already wanted to do to her yourself. Is it a deal or not?" he added impatiently, slapping both his heavy palms flat on the desk top. "And you can have an hour or two with Jeanette, if you can take it."
Sensing that he had just been given his last chance to accept or reject the offer, and certain he had no other alternative, David quickly responded, "Okay. It's a deal." The words had echoed in his head like distant thunder while he listened to what he had to do to set things up for Sears.
Now, finishing his third drink at the Broadway bar and starting to feel slightly drunk, David signaled to the bartender that he was ready to pay. While he was waiting for his change, he stared directly into his own eyes between two bottles of Gil by's Gin in the mirror behind the bar. After all, he told himself in his own mind, there was nothing I could do under the circumstances. And Angela will never know she might even enjoy herself, he added to himself to rationalize away his continuing sense of guilt and shame.
Suddenly in his quickly increasing drunken state, it seemed to David that his face in the mirror was strangely different. He squinted his eyes to look more closely and leaned forward over the bar, unable to believe his eyes. There in the glass was that pudgy, reddened, somehow evil-looking face that belonged to Harvey Sears. As David continued to stare in horror, his image seemed to wink back at him, and he knew the thoughts going on in that lewdly lascivious mind as well as if they were his own. As he imagined the thoughts, mentally running first his eyes and then his hands over Angela's curvaceous young body, pressing his fingers into her ripely tender breasts and down between her warmly moistening thighs, David was mortified to feel the beginning quiver of an erection in his pants.
For what seemed an eternity of time, David stood transfixed by the obscenely grinning image in the mirror, the warm hardness between his legs steadily growing in size.
The bartender broke the spell.
"Hey, buddy. You okay?" He then repeated his words when David failed to respond.
Finally David managed to break his contact with the reflection he was viewing in the mirror.
"What, oh, yeah, I'm okay," he said, fumbling with the coins to leave a tip on the bar. "I just thought I was somebody else for a minute," he slurred the words from the alcohol he had been drinking.
As he left the bar moving slowly and carefully, but still swaying slightly, a little unsteady on his feet, the bartender watched him go with a cynical frown on his face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Angela's last hope had vanished into thin air when the telephone stopped ringing. Even if her husband David should decide something was wrong and hurried home as fast as he could come, her attackers would long since have left her degraded and humiliated, with nothing to be done about it. Her head went on bobbing slavishly up and down over the lust-thickened shaft of male flesh spearing into her now, sucking to end it quickly, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from its bulbous tip until she killed his frantic desire. Gus groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her blonde head and watching with delight the oval-shaped lips straining widely at his hardness as though it were a stick of sweet candy fed to a starving child.
Behind her, Stevie searched for and found the wetly smooth opening of her vagina and rammed his middle finger forward with a hard cruel thrust that burst into her with the fiery pain of a red-hot poker.
"Aaaaagggghhh," she choked wildly around the burgeoning cock boring hotly into her mouth, skewering her face like a spitted animal. She jerked forward from the unexpected pain in her defenseless vagina and Gus thrust up again in front, impaling her mouth still deeper on the fleshy shaft until she felt as though it would strangle her, and she gagged at the choking entry. In a great gasping sound she sucked in her breath from the pressure of the finger digging cruelly deep into her nakedly unprotected pussy behind. Grunts of protest escaped from around the clinging tightness of her lips as Stevie dug deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her cunt until she thought she would faint from the brutal probing.
Her drugged mind droned senselessly on, the very helplessness of her position little by little excusing away the weird masochistic sensations again arising erotically in her quivering belly.
Stevie ran his eyes down over the full moons of Angela's gleaming white buttocks protruding back toward her, round and alluring in the soft light coming in the windows of the apartment. His lips curled up tightly as his total concentration was centered on the voluptuous feast spread in servile anguish before him. He could see the tiny puckering ring of her anus nestled tantalizingly in the narrow crevice that separated the softly curving cheeks of her buttocks, and he was tempted to fuck her that way, but remembered that Harvey Sears had warned him not to touch her there, to save that untouched little anal mouth for him.
"Ohhh, no!" she mumbled around the shaft of flesh filling her mouth, the tears of shame and humiliation suddenly streaming unbidden from her eyes. She could feel Stevie's hands begin kneading nervously and stretching the open and unprotected twin mounds of her buttocks. Her body jerked again as she felt his thumbs on either side of them spreading them wider and wider apart.
Then she gave another muffled groan of exhausted acceptance. Every muscle in her painfully kneeling body had reached the ultimate breaking point and she could no longer find the strength to even protest against the monstrously lewd fondling of her cuntal parts. And now now there was nothing left for him to do but make the final plunge up into her helplessly exposed vaginal flesh. She was shocked and surprised to feel her pussy moistening even more in lewd anticipation of the violent penetration she sensed was about to take place.
She gasped and held her breath as she felt him squirming up closer behind her, his hand wrapped tightly around his lust-hardened cock, guiding it slowly and deliberately up between the moistly throbbing flanges of her vagina. She cringed forward again, her face contorted in dread over the thick shaft still relentlessly plunging up between her lips, as she felt the large bulbous tip-end of Stevie's cock moving up and down behind her in the wide-spread slit of her vagina, parting the sparsely curling blonde pubic hair in preparation for his entry. She tried instinctively to close her legs to him, but his knees insinuated between them and held them cruelly open.
"Don't let her get away from you," Stevie snarled behind her through tightly clenched teeth. "I'm going to put it in her."
Gus heard his words, only dimly aware of their meaning, almost lost to the world from the wild pressuring sensations building and building in his loins from her warmly sucking lips on his cock. But he wanted to watch this, and slowly he forced his attention down to the thick shaft poised at the fringes of her softly layered cuntal lips, leaning over her back so far he could feel her blonde head butting him in the stomach with each bobbing motion she was making. He slipped one hand from her head down over her back and pressing his middle finger along the full length of the narrowly curving crevice, with his other fingers and thumb he squeezed the softly resilient flesh down flat to get a better view. He could feel the warmly palpitating pink anus under the second joint of his extended middle finger as he held her vise-like with his hand.
Angela whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact of her tormentor's lust-bloated penis against the fearfully cringing lips of her pussy and the slow agonizing pressure beginning in the narrow cuntal opening. It was soft at first and then when he met his first tight resistance, he wormed it up into her harder.
She groaned incoherently, her head pinned between Gus's stomach and his rigidly impaling cock between her lips.
Stevie pressured forward again behind her, flexing his buttocks with all his strength until suddenly, it gave. The tight elastic ring of her vagina unexpectedly popped open and then clamped wetly around the huge blood-filled cock-head slipping moistly up inside her with a headlong rush that left Angela gasping for breath. She jerked her head wildly over Gus's pistoning cock, the shock of the sudden entrance rejuvenating her shattered muscles for a moment, and she squirmed and twisted like a drowning woman trying to escape the cruel and painful impalement of her cunt.
"My God, what a tight little pussy!" Stevie moaned from behind as he felt its warm wet walls slipping over his swelling hardness like hot melted butter. His head fell loosely back as his loins thrust forward and his rock-hard cock speared into her like a whirling drill boring into the warm depths of the earth. It drove on and on racing and shoving away all before it in great waves of moistly clinging flesh until suddenly his pelvis pressed tightly against her and flattened her upraised ass-cheeks with a loud smacking sound like an open palm slapping across the face.
Gus groaned above her from the wild sensations of her moist warm mouth around his rigidly expanding cock, and slipping his hand away from her widespread buttocks, he rammed his throbbing hardness deeper and harder into the back of her throat, his strong hands like a tightening steel band around her head. From the obscene sight of his companion's long thick cock gradually but relentlessly plowing up into the pinkly glistening cuntal mouth opening slowly to receive it, his own cock began a sudden jerking motion he could no longer control. It was like a delicious torturing agony now down in his cum-swollen testicles where her fingers had once again begun dutifully coursing over the tender sensitive skin. He felt the pressure climbing higher and higher from the thick base of his cock and then like a hot steaming geyser breaking through the surface of the earth it began spewing forth with a vengeance. "Jesus! I'm cumming! he groaned.
Angela groaned from the increased force of the heels of his hands clamped painfully into her temples as she continued sucking at the hotly spurting jets of cum now flooding into the depths of her throat, her head bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed the lewd sperm filling the warm moistness of her imprisoned mouth. She clasped her feverish lips in a tight elastic ring around the sporadically jerking rod of flesh, swirling her tongue around and around its madly throbbing tip. Suddenly she wanted to suck it dry, to suck it until it hurt him, to punish him for the bitter humiliation he was forcing upon her. His deep-throated, agonized groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, incited her to greater effort. It continued for what seemed like an eternity and she thought it would never end, until finally his hands pinning the sides of her head fell weakly away and the giant spewing cock gave one last burning spurt and fell slowly dormant, palpitating slightly in her clinging lips like a small panting animal. She watched, her eyes only inches away, as it slipped glistening out of her mouth and slowly deflated and sank into softness.
"Man, that was something," Gus breathed in exhaustion above her, looking down at a thin obscene trickle of semen coming from one corner of her reddened lips.
Her unseeing eyes still gazing down on his now uselessly limp penis, Angela suddenly became aware of the completely new sensations coursing through her veins from Stevie's lust-driven cock slipping wetly in and out of her fully expanded cunt now accepting its hugeness without any resistance.
Slaving rhythmically behind her, Stevie was now completely blind and deaf to the rest of the world around him. Nothing else existed for him except his still inflating rod of lust-hardened male flesh and the warm wet sheath clasping its entire throbbing length. He was in a trance watching the thin pink folds of the young housewife's cunt clinging to his hotly pulsating shaft on the out-stroke, then being swallowed in again each time he buried his thick hard cock to the hilt in her nakedly quivering belly. Almost unconsciously he reached forward over her now slightly undulating torso with both hands and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tightly against him.
Angela was staring straight ahead with wide-open eyes as if startled by the maddening sensations she was feeling each time the blunt end of his penis pressed up against the soft cushiony tip of her cervix. Even if she had the strength or the will to resist, she was no longer able to think about it. Every tingling nerve-ending in her tortured young body seemed to be alive and vibrating from the intense pleasure now rushing over her like a warm bath in perfumed oil. Her last remnants of resistance had been conquered, and like a reluctant slave submitting to a skillful master, she knelt in submissive acceptance before him.
The upper part of her body suddenly went limp and she began grinding her spasmodically trembling buttocks back willingly into contact with his pounding loins, wantonly rotating her passion-inflamed cunt on the fleshy corduroy ridges of his endlessly plunging, deeply pumping penis fucking into her from behind.
In answer to her swiveling motions, Stevie began slow teasing circling motions of his aching cock deep inside her moistly seeping womb, bringing her to an even greater frenzy before him, her body bucking crazily like a filly being ridden for the first time. Her muffled sobs and deep-chested groans of abandoned passion spurred him on and on until it seemed there would be no stopping him. His hands ran down under the fullness of her excitedly quivering breasts, dancing obscenely beneath her with each hard and merciless thrust he twisted into her.
"That's it, baby! Fuck back. Fuck on back." he muttered as he felt her pitching and lurching under him. He knew she was getting close to climaxing in her vagina wrapped so firmly and wetly around him, and he wanted to cum at the same time so he could feel her pulsating cuntal walls sucking at his cock as he filled her belly with his thick load of semen.
"Jesus Christ!" Gus hissed in amazement as he watched the lewd scene taking place directly in front of him. His bulging eyes watched the long thick length of Stevie's angrily glistening cock, moist from her secretions, pistoning wildly into her gleaming white ass-cheeks. Although he had achieved his own orgasm only brief minutes before, he could feel the unbearable pressure building up again in his sporadically jerking cock and he dropped his hand down to slip the loose outer skin vigorously up and down as he watched them.
Stevie's body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had unleashed itself completely against the soft tender female flesh writhing and squirming in front of him. He could feel his heated rod growing thicker and thicker in her belly as he ground savagely into her, a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his contorted face. He had never fucked anything as young and appealing as this before, and it was driving him almost insane to see her responding to him with such total lack of inhibition. His pulsing cock ached and burned as it never had before. He was almost there, almost there, and he continued to ram it into her with long hard strokes that made her whole body shake and shudder before him. He had to end it, he was nearly losing his mind from the unbearable pressure building, building, building . . .
Then suddenly her voice came to his ears, beginning in a low mewling cry that went on and on and gradually became a low-pitched, continuous howling whine that sounded like the final warning that the world was coming to an end, and he felt her quickening spasms inside her cock-spread cunt, telling him her long-awaited orgasm was already starting. That did it!
As her warm wet muscles clasped and unclasped around his pile-driving cock, Stevie threw back his head with a high-pitched groan like a wild man attacking his prey, and his white-hot sperm shot like a burst fire hose up into Angela's widely spread cuntal passage. She was rocking and grinding in helpless abandonment on his lewdly impaling shaft as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt of his boiling male cum deep up inside her, filling her nakedly writhing womb and belly to the bursting point.
"Yes, yes, yes," she hissed through her clenching teeth, feeling the heated secretions of their lust mingling lewdly inside her like white-hot lava bubbling inside the molten crater of a volcano. She was completely without self-control now, screaming for him to continue pumping into her fitfully throbbing cunt, not to stop, to go on, and on, and on and then finally it was over. She could feel the last faint palpitations of her now passion-drenched pussy gripping at his abruptly stilled penis, sucking out the last delicious droplets of residual semen from the depleted, now rapidly deflating instrument of torture he had utterly destroyed her with.
There was nothing else. The end had come so suddenly and so completely that Stevie pitched forward in total exhaustion lying along the length of her breathlessly heaving form, gasping for air, unable to move.
Her mind was spinning wildly through eternity while the jangling nerves all over her body slowly subsided until she felt drained and cleansed of all lustful desire forever. Then she was jolted back into the reality of the moment by the harsh voice coming to her ears from above.
"Get off her, Stevie," she heard Gus say. "Come on, we got to get the hell out of here."
"Yeah, okay," came Stevie's lower growl from up behind her. As he lifted, Angela could feel his deflated penis slipping wetly from her cum-drenched cuntal passage. Gus then got up from his straddled position in front of her, and she let herself slide forward in utter fatigue and completion, resting her face damp with perspiration on her forearms crossed on the seat of the sofa.
There were the distant-seeming sounds of the two men mumbling their appreciation and approval of her unwilling but extremely cooperative performance, and the metallic noise of the zippers of their trousers going up as they straightened their clothing in preparation to depart.
In a remote inner portion of her mind somehow unaffected by the pentothal Stevie had injected into her bloodstream, Angela could hear the dim self-recriminations of her conscience reviling her for losing control of her wanton body. You're no better than a common street whore, she told herself with deep remorse. Her hot salty tears of shame and humiliation welled up into her eyes, flowing down over her arms onto the cushion of the couch beneath. She was sobbing out her feeling of total degradation and defeat, her naked shoulders shaking uncontrollably as she waited for her two attackers to go out the door and leave her alone with her shame. God only knew how she would feel when the will-destroying drug eventually wore off and she would have to deal with the obscene memories she would never be able to forget as long as she lived.
Suddenly, the irresistible commanding voice came to her again.
"All right, chick. On your feet, and get dressed," the one called Stevie ordered. "It's time we hit the road."
Oh God, no. No! she whimpered inside her mind as the meaning of his harsh words dawned on her. They aren't content with forcing me to submit to their lewd, obscene demands. They're going to kidnap me as well!
"Please, just go away. Leave me alone," she begged hopelessly as she felt a pair of rough hands thrust under her armpits forcing her into a standing position. "Please!" she repeated.
"Not a chance, baby," Gus informed her. "We were just having a little fun of our own with you. The boss has bigger things in mind," he growled as he opened a slim package he was carrying hidden inside his loose jacket.
Though she struggled in vain with herself to resist and to scream out at the top of her lungs for her neighbors to hear, she submitted meekly as the two of them took the articles of clothing from the package and began putting them on her body.
Why? Why is this happening to me? Where's my husband, David who could protect me? she asked herself over and over again.
"Gus, go find a coat in a closet she can wear over this outfit," Stevie ordered. Then she noticed for the first time that they had dressed her in the most obscenely seductive underclothes she had ever seen outside of some of the more risque shops in the cheaper parts of the city. The brassiere she was wearing was little more than gold-colored straps connected to bands of material circling the smooth round base of her voluptuous breasts, leaving most of the milk-white flesh nakedly exposed, including the tender pink areoles with her tiny bud-like nipples. The matching gold panties they had slipped up over her smoothly tapering legs as she stood in a drugged stupor, were cut out in the back to allow her tantalizingly curved ass-cheeks to remain in view, a thin gold thread disappearing into the full length of the narrow crevice between them, while a tiny triangle of the same material, held by straps following the hollowed indentations at the juncture of her belly and thighs, covered only the pinkly pouting lips of her vagina and was surrounded by thin blonde curls of her pubic hair. She had never in her life even dreamed of wearing such provocatively alluring underwear. To wear such things would have seemed to her the actions of a cheap and loose woman, though she had to admit to herself in the long mirror on the living room wall that she did look stunning and sexy in them. The momentary thought flashed through her mind that probably her husband David would have become very excited and want to make love to her if he ever saw her dressed like that.
Then Stevie lifted each of her feet from the floor in turn and slipped on a pair of gilded high heeled shoes with a narrow band arching over her instep just behind her toes, ending his assigned task by lacquering her nails gold on her hands and feet.
"What a piece of ass!" Gus whistled when he returned with her light cape over his arm. "We'd better get going before I have to fuck her in that sweet little ass," he added in a hoarse voice.
"W-where are you taking me?" the dazed Angela managed to stammer. She was only dimly aware at times of what was going on, unable to keep her mind concentrating on any one thing for long.
"Baby," Gus told her in his low, husky voice, "you're going to a party." He grinned obscenely down at her as he took a last long look at her nearly naked body and then wrapped her coat securely around her docile body.
"Yeah, but I bet she's never seen a party like this one," Stevie chuckled behind her as they moved toward the door from the apartment.
"You'll have to say that for Harvey he really has the kind of imagination it takes to throw a wild orgy scene," murmured Gus approvingly.
Oh my God, a part of Angela's tired, confused mind silently exclaimed. Run away in the street, call for help, anything. But save yourself from any further degradation at the hands of these inhuman monsters.
Despite the continuing inner thoughts advising her to save herself before it was too late, Angela did not protest as they descended in the elevator and nodded their way past the unsuspecting doorman. She obeyed Stevie's soft-spoken commands without resistance until finally they were enclosed in a huge black sedan speeding away from the congestion of New York City.
CHAPTER EIGHT
David Martin waited while the gate-keeper called to the main house for permission to let him enter the estate, looking in awed fascination at the huge metal gate blocking the entrance. It was made of decorative wrought iron in complex patterns, each half centered by an intricately designed brass plate. On closer inspection he saw that the curling filigree work etched into the brass actually spelled out Harvey Sear's first and last initials. He was truly impressed as the gate was finally opened long enough for him to enter and begin the long, winding drive through what seemed to be a forest toward the distant shape of the mansion itself.
He had never been to a house as palatial as this one, and the dark, swarthy-skinned servant who led him through a maze of hallways and interconnecting rooms was dressed in a sort of Arabian Nights male slave costume, a long curved scimitar hanging from his waist. Each of the rooms they passed through was filled with expensive-looking furniture and art works, and David couldn't help wondering how much all of it would cost to buy. Harvey Sears was obviously much more wealthy than the young insurance man would have guessed, and David was surprised Sears had been dealing personally with him over such a relatively small amount of money as three thousand dollars must seem to the owner of all he was viewing.
After what seemed to him a long walk, they arrived at a tall carved oak entrance to a room, and the servant struck a giant bronze gong and told him to wait. The metallic ringing sound went on and on, still reverberating in his ears when the massive door opened and he was greeted by a petite brunette girl who smiled and called him by his name as she told him to come in. She was beautiful and exciting to look at in her transparent full length pants tied around her narrow ankles and waist, the smallest bikini-like garment he had ever seen on a woman barely covering her dark-fringed pussy and part of her firm buttocks and rippling provocatively as she walked a little ahead of him. For a top, she wore a scanty red vest embroidered with gold arabesques and open in the front so that he could see her full, hugely set breasts nudging against each other with her every step.
Finally forcing his eyes to leave her enticing physical charms, David began observing his surroundings. The room they had entered was almost as large as a basketball court, with a dozen or more tiled pillars supporting the domes that made up the roof. He could see the room was an imitation of a Muhammedan mosque, the floor on many sunken levels completely covered with brightly woven Oriental carpets and piles of multi-colored pillows scattered around for sitting or lying down. He could smell the pungent odor of sweet incense, and strange-sounding but softly insistent music came to his ears from hidden speakers in the walls and pillars. A dim glow of light seemed to come from everywhere at once, giving the setting a hazy reddish glow that was intimate and inviting.
His voluptuous guide stopped by a tiny cubicle formed of heavy velvet drapes hanging from rods above.
'This is for you," she almost sang in a quietly seductive voice as she lifted one of the drapes aside for him to enter and then let it fall closed again behind him.
It took only a moment for David to slip the long silken garment he found inside over his clothes, covering himself from his neck to the floor, and then he stepped outside again.
"No, no," the girl chided him playfully. "You're not allowed to wear anything underneath. You can leave your things in there and they will be taken care of."
Slightly embarrassed for no reason he could think of, David stripped himself naked under the jalaba in the cubicle and reappeared outside the drapes where she knelt down in front of him and put soft slippers that felt good on his feet.
"I didn't know it was going to be a costume party," David said in surprise when the girl handed him a fancily decorated face-mask.
"Not everyone will be in costume," she answered mysteriously.
Secretly he was glad for the disguise in case he should ever be recognized later by other guests.
"Now I'll take you to the master," the girl in her musical voice said, playing her part perfectly.
Harvey Sears really does things up right, David was thinking as they approached a partitioned off section of the room he had noticed before. It was the third night Sears had had Angela, and David was glad his ordeal would soon be over though he had to admit he was looking forward to the promised time with Jeanette Sawyer. He rounded the end of the wood partition and caught his first sight of the circle of guests in various positions of sitting and lying around the long oval table covered with mounds of exotic foods most of which he had never seen before. At the far end of the table on a raised platform padded with pillows of all shapes and colors, sat Sears dressed in a brilliant blue silk robe like the one David wore, but embellished with tiny inlaid mirrors and golden dancing women in thick relief all over the surface of the material.
Harvey greeted him like a close friend and motioned for him to find a comfortable place to sit. Everyone was eating and talking in a low voice all at once, not paying the smallest attention to David as he sat down and looked them over one at a time.
Sears waited until he saw that David had relaxed a little in the surroundings, smiling in secret satisfaction to himself as he remembered what he had in store for the unsuspecting young husband.
"These are all old friends of mine," he spoke at length in a harsh voice out of keeping with his appearance in the exotic setting. He pointed to a man with a pencil moustache whose otherwise handsome face was marred by a permanent crooked smile that distorted his mouth into an ugly leer. "My chief advisor for parties in the Moroccan Room, Abdul. Next to him, our star performer for tonight, Eddie the Jockey."
David looked with repulsion at the diminutive little man in a red costume with tight trousers, looking like a dwarf from a royal court. His face was sinister-looking with dark squinting eyes and short-cropped dark hair. David could not avoid noticing the heavy bulge at the midget's loins indicating he must have a penis of considerable proportions.
Harvey Sears was about to continue with the names of the other people sitting and lying around the low table when another gong sounded, inside the huge room this time.
"It's time for our special show for tonight to begin," Sears announced. "Abdul, pass our guest the water-pipe."
David had noticed the bubbling hookah with large lumps of a substance that looked like charcoal heaped at the top, and without questioning it, he put the ivory mouthpiece between his lips and drew the cool smoke into his lungs as he had seen the others do. He was almost positive what they were smoking was hashish, and though he had never smoked the forbidden drug before this, he had often wanted to try it. Harvey Sears had promised him an interesting time with his own mistress before he was to pretend to pay the ransom for his wife Angela and take her back home, and it was beginning to look like he had been telling the truth.
As the conscience-killing hashish began to work on his mind, the shapely brunette who had showed David into the room appeared on a little raised platform a few feet away from the table and began a sinuously seductive dance to the strange music coming from behind a flimsy curtain. He watched spellbound with the others as she gradually removed her scanty clothing until she was dancing in front of them completely naked, a light-show of vivid colors playing over her well-formed breasts and softly contoured belly as well as on the curtain behind her. The costumed young husband found himself becoming aroused by the openly suggestive movements she was making, ending up by writhing on the floor on her back as though some invisible man were lying over her making love to her passionately. He could hear the . men around him grunting in pleasure as her flaring hips raised rhythmically from the floor as if to meet the imaginary downward-thrusting penis she was responding to in her trance, her buttocks beneath flattening out each time they touched the wood and her pinkly little nipples on her breasts jiggling lewdly from her movements. Her long dark hair was swirling around her head wildly as it flailed insanely from side to side, an expression of utter abandon on her face. Finally the music came to an abrupt stop and she lay briefly before them in an attitude of complete exhaustion and satiety. Then the lights stopped flickering over her prostrate form and she was blocked from their view by the second curtain which swept forward separating her from their view.
David was panting heavily as he still sucked on the water pipe, the colors going on in his head and his body becoming lighter feeling with every passing moment. Then the sound of the gong came to his ears again, and he turned to look at the platform.
"Now we'll see the main show for the evening. A multi-media presentation deisgned by the talented Abdul," Sears said into David's ear with a grin. "After this you can have your little fling with Jeanette," he added with a note of promise in his voice.
The curtain raised to the sides again, and on the white curtain in back the blurred images of a movie in progress began. In the confused state the strong drug was causing in his mind, David could not at first make out what was going on, then he realized that in reality the movie was on a huge television screen on the other side of the flimsy material, and the flitting images of colored light on the curtain itself were obscuring the details. He strained his eyes, but he could only discern that it was a couple making love, their faces and bodies so fuzzy he could not be sure what they were doing to each other. He heard a movement at the table to his right and turned to see the man Sears had called Eddie the Jockey quietly leaving by way of a separation in the drapes behind him. David wondered where he was going just as the spectacle was getting more interesting, but his thoughts quickly came back to the TV screen as he heard the sound adjusted to a louder volume, bringing the moaning, incoherently mumbling sounds of the wantonly screwing couple to his ears. God, whoever the woman is must be getting the fucking of her life, David thought to himself.
Suddenly the white curtain in front was pulled aside and he could see clearly now the figures on the screen which must have been at least six feet across. The man was lewdly sucking with his lips at the woman's vagina!
She was going helplessly beneath him as his tongue lashed serpent-like again and again into her eagerly upturned loins, turning her into a mass of squealing and squirming helpless desire from his patient ministrations.
David licked his lips suddenly becoming very dry and peered closely at the obscenely gyrating figures on the screen. He could tell that the man in the picture was Harvey Sears when he got a good profile view of him, but he wondered who the hot-blooded bitch thrashing wildly beneath him was. He would sure like to get his hands on her for a couple of hours he was thinking.
* * *
Angela Martin was standing off to one side of the platform when the videotape started, out of sight of the group sitting with Harvey Sears. After the debasing and humiliating acts she had been forced to submit to during the last seventy two hours, she no longer had the will to resist the woman who had dressed her in nothing but a mask and led her almost in a stupor to this room and left her standing in readiness for whatever was held in store for her.
After she had been brutally raped in her own apartment three days before, she had been brought here and been subjected to an endless series of perversely lewd sexual orgies which had left her feeling weak and ashamed. She had despaired of ever seeing her husband David again, and had become as servile and docile as a slave in some ancient harem, ready and available for whatever new whim came over her masters.
Now as she stared blankly at the obscene pictures on the screen in her line of vision, she was suddenly startled to recognize herself in a scene from the first night in this nightmare of a house where she was a prisoner.
She was standing in the picture with her back pressed back tightly against the door of the room she had been locked in, the man with her stripping his clothes from his body. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out this repetition of the horror of that moment, but she was dazed and almost hypnotized by the scene unfolding before her. It suddenly seemed to her that it was happening all over again right at that moment as she watched.
It took but a second until Harvey Sears stood in front of her completely naked, his thick hard cock standing out from beneath the slight paunch he was beginning to develop like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt lance. He faced her with a lewd grin on his lips and began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the huge bulbous head.
"Like that, honey?" he said in a voice made soft by the turned-down volume on the television receiver. He was smiling obscenely, obviously enjoying the brutal torment he was subjecting her to.
"Bet your husband never had anything like that to stuff in you," he continued tormenting her, watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing fear cross over her face like some great tidal wave of darkness. Angela on the screen tried to speak, but she couldn't. She was completely frozen against the door as she watched the lewd man still stroking himself before her. Against her will, her eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy instrument he was holding in his hand.
My God, it was thick!
In spite of her fear, she found her mind wondering how a woman could take such a thing inside her without being split completely apart. He was built and he knew it, and stood for a long time reveling in the fear the tremendous size of his cock was bringing to her eyes.
He started slowly toward her, and Angela involuntarily flinched as though what she was seeing on the television screen was happening to her at this very moment all over again.
"Don't t-touch me," she heard her voice stammer from the low-tuned speaker. She was immobilized by her fear as she realized he was going to ravish her helpless body no matter how she pleaded with him not to do it.
She was still dressed in the indecent, revealing gold cut-out brassiere and panties her abductors had put on her drugged body that first afternoon, and she instinctively moved her arms to cover her nakedly exposed breasts from his leering, obscene face.
"I like seeing you like that, baby," he growled. "But now it's time to get naked. Are you going to take 'em off, or do I have to do it for you?"
Watching herself on the flickering screen, Angela's heart was pounding as she remembered how helpless she had felt at that moment. There had been nothing she could do against his strength. She had been alone and completely at his mercy to do as he wished.
He reached out with his thick meaty hands and with a quick sudden jerk drew her nearly naked body up hard against him, cupping her face in his palms. With an evil triumphant grin he pressed his wet lips tightly down on hers, thrusting his tongue deep into the vainly protesting depths of her mouth. She stood limply in front of him feeling the hardness of his penis digging into the naked softness of her stomach. Then his hands left her face and snaked around her body and down to her firmly rounded buttocks behind, kneading and pinching lewdly at the almost panty-less flesh before he ripped with his thumbs at the thin narrow string holding the flimsy garment in place and it fell in a tiny heap to the floor around her ankles. The open-front brassiere came next and she heard him mutter a faint sigh as he dropped it to the floor and moved his head back in appreciation at the way her completely exposed breasts remained standing out voluptuously in the air toward him.
There was nothing left. She stood before him completely naked like a love-goddess while he panted in front of her. She was swaying dangerously, almost losing her balance as she felt his powerful fingers grip her upper arm and force her to move toward the bed in the room. The sudden wet contact as he again pressed his lips onto hers sent a chill racing the length of her spine and she automatically tried to back away from him. The edge of the bed caught her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed.
Harvey Sears leaped forward and caught her in that position as she kicked to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs and held her as she had landed. Legs spread wide apart and eyes open wide in abject terror, she struggled valiantly, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. She could see him hunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs grinning up at her between her proudly upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The moist pink flesh of her nakedly exposed vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice.
He placed his palms flat against the insides of her thighs his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy outer-lips of her cunt. Then with a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs he drew the pinkly layered lips slowly apart helplessly exposing the glistening cuntal slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then, with an animal-like groan, dropped his head and buried the full length of his tongue lizard-like into the moistly flowering mouth of her warm pussy.
Now as Angela stood off to one side of the TV screen watching the ravishment she had suffered at Harvey Sears' hands earlier, she was dimly aware of a slight throbbing beginning deep in her loins. Her own voice from the TV set jerked her attention back to what was happening there.
"Oh God! Oooh, ohhhhh!" her screen image was whimpering before Sears' depraved attack. Her head was up off the mattress, watching in horrified disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her as his head rocked lewdly up and down in greedy feast between her legs below.
"No, no, nooo," she moaned over and over to herself, in undisguised humiliation, her head falling back and flailing helplessly from side to side on the mattress as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrible things being done to her defenselessly wide-held pussy, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple down deep in her naked belly and her arms lay tensed at her sides while her softly mounded breasts quivered from the torturous buffeting her body was undergoing. His hands reached up over the white flatness of her belly and dug harshly into their fleshy sponginess, his lingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury.
Angela watched her helplessly trapped image on the screen as she lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages the gambling boss was subjecting her to. From the loudspeaker she could hear the moist wet sucking noises Harvey Sears had made at her openly spread vagina, and great tears of humiliation and shame welled up in her eyes. Random crazy pictures of her handsome young husband flickered through her shocked and dazed mind, and she was thinking she would never be able to face him again after allowing her body to be used by that cruel inhuman man hunched on his knees down between her trembling thighs. Thank God he would never have to know! she thought. "Oooh, God, don't please don't!" her own voice came to her ears again, and she felt the inner walls of her unwilling vagina flooding with warmth as she looked back at the picture on the screen.
His hands lifting under the backs of her knees, Harvey Sears pushed them up and over her body so the kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed the whole flat plane of her loins to his lustful view. He grinned lewdly and flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered mouth of her anus nestled just below the opening of her cunt.
She whimpered under him, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hot moist tongue licking mercilessly into the rubbery ring of her anus.
"Agggh," she groaned again as tiny goose bumps rippled across her quivering belly and softly heaving breasts.
She was sobbing helplessly before his attack, and then suddenly, despite her revulsion and humiliation, her body began to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending wicked spasms of pulsing sensation coursing through her raw nerve-endings. She was clenching her teeth tightly together and fighting with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flames and devour her in her vulnerability.
But it was a losing battle as Harvey Sears continued to lick ceaselessly at her nakedly splayed loins below. And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured and confused mind, the restraining dam burst.
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his lewdly thrusting tongue. Her hands involuntarily curled down into his hair with a soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. She had forgotten her thoughts of her husband, forgotten the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
Harvey Sears sensed the sudden submissive surrender he had been watching and waiting for and with a savage grin again thrust his tongue deeper into the moistly quivering sheath of her vagina. She was his now, he gloated feeling the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks. She was grinding her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face, pained contortions of pleasure twisting her features as she clenched her eyes shut and bared her lips back over the even whiteness of her teeth.
The look of abandoned wanton animality Angela saw come over her face on the television screen so shamed and embarrassed her as she watched the replay of that first awful night, that she was forced to close her eyes to block out the view. She stood where she was off to one side of the raised platform, feeling the unbidden ripples of sensual excitement once more coursing thrillingly over her newly awakening body. She knew then she was lost forever to the world of her ordinary life. She had become just as depraved and lustful as her captors, and never again would she be able to return to her previous existence. She kept her eyes tightly clenched as the obscene sounds continued in her ears, unable to shut out from her mind the lewd images even though she could no longer see the screen.
* * *
My God, that girl, whoever she was, David was thinking as he watched from his position out front, was really going out of her mind. He wondered casually if it was one of Harvey Sears' women now somewhere in the room. He wished they would focus the screen better. This was too good to be missed, and the image was just fuzzy enough that he couldn't make out the girl's face. Then he remembered that in just a little while he would be getting his hands on the red-haired Jeanette, and he would give her the fucking of her life after watching this exciting scene. He noticed idly that other images, probably color slides from a projector were now flashing alternately on one side of the curtain and then the other. They were pictures of other couples in various obscenely abandoned positions of intercourse, and it was difficult for him to know where to look. He took the mouthpiece of the water pipe now being offered to him again and absent-mindedly sucked in the cool smoke as he watched, his mind almost reeling out of control from the effect of the hashish.
Suddenly, the volume seemed to increase to much louder and his attention was pulled back to the television screen.
"Spread your legs wide, honey, I'm coming in now," he heard Sears' voice say from the speaker.
Quivering, half in fear and half in anticipation, the blonde girl on the screen opened her thighs wider apart. Harvey levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned the back of her head to the camera on the mattress, shuddering as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitively tingling edges of her moistening pussy.
"Ohhhh," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed.
"Aaaaagh," she coughed as the huge blood-filled tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery opening until it seemed as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Ohhh, God no, please! You're hurting me, you're hurting me!" She was suddenly screaming almost at the top of her voice as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw his evil sadistic grin above her. He was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the cruelty of his ceaseless penetration of her cunt.
Suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He obviously could stand it no more, watching this innocent young housewife lying helplessly spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing slowly up into the hair-fringed flesh of her pussy.
He fell forward, his weight smashing her full, firmly fleshed breasts back against her chest. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward and his long thick cock slipped into her cunt like a battering ram, forcing its way up through the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
My God, she's really getting it! David gasped in his inner mind as he unknowingly watched the woman who was his wife being savagely skewered by Harvey Sears' hugely expanded cock. He felt his own penis naked beneath the loose garment he was wearing, jerk wildly and begin climbing up toward complete erection. He continued to watch as Sears began a slow rocking motion between the young girl's out-stretched thighs, ignoring her cries of painful protest.
Before long her whole body was twitching and writhing beneath him on the screen as she groaned up at him incessantly. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance began coming in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled blonde hair.
David was watching with undisguised intensity of excitement as the scene went on and on before his eyes, the girl who had started off obviously reluctant to have it happen to her gradually losing control as her body responded to the lewdly impaling rod of flesh stroking into her.
Then without warning the midget called Eddie the Jockey stepped out from the curtain on the left of the TV screen. The others in the room made noises of surprise and admiration at the short man not more than four feet tall who stood before them completely naked, his still soft cock relatively huge to the size of his slightly deformed body. It was hanging down almost to his knees, and it was obvious he was proud of it as he took it in both his hands and began stroking it in a slow obscene motion to make it harden, nodding his head to an unseen person on the opposite side of the giant television screen.
David glanced at the screen again as he waited to see who would appear on the platform with the midget, watching Harvey Sears still slaving above the wildly thrashing blonde girl on the screen. He had moved into longer smooth strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks again until his heavy balls smacked up against the unprotected crevice of her ass-cheeks. He grinned at a thought of further humiliation and slid his fingers down over the tautly stretched skin of her buttocks and found the small puckered anus cradled defenselessly below. He pushed into it with a sudden quick movement of his middle finger, the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.
"Ohhhh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in pained anguish. He thrust harder and she groaned louder this time from the further outrage against her defenseless anus.
The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion. Sears smiled a smile of triumph as she began slowly screwing her rectum back on his finger while he probed methodically around in the warm rubbery depths. She was impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his finger shoved tightly in her asshole. And now, mewling and moaning beneath him, she began twisting and squealing in abandon under the double ravishment of her loins.
David was sweating and breathing heavily from the effect of the lust-inciting sight he was viewing and the hashish he had smoked.
Then, crossing between him and the screen he was watching, a slim, graceful blonde girl in a gold mask stepped across the platform toward the waiting midget.
It looked like the same girl who was in the movie he was watching!
He gasped in appreciation of her lushly rounded curvaceous body as she walked before his very eyes completely naked except for the mask he guessed she was wearing to disguise her identity. Her eyes were staring in wide-open fascination and muted terror at the monstrous thick cock Eddie the Jockey had by now worked up to unbelievably full proportions.
By God, I'd love to get into that for a little while, he was thinking to himself. He felt a momentary pang of conscience as he thought of his wife Angela, and how he had turned her over to Harvey Sears in payment of his gambling debt to him, but quickly shoved the guilt into the back of his mind, unable to bear the obscene mental pictures of her helpless body trapped under his like the girl in the movie.
As David watched spellbound by the young girl's innocent-looking body, the jockey stepped over to her, still slowly stroking his fully expanded penis up and down. With his other hand he ran up the inside of her tautly fleshed white thigh all the way to the wetness of her barely visible pink cuntal lips, and his head at the level of her softly flaring hips dropped to let his thick wet lips slip over her tender skin. His lewdly trailing tongue left a glistening path behind it as he licked into her tiny navel and then passed on around her wasp-like waistline to kiss and nibble at the smooth oval cheeks of her buttocks, dipping briefly down into the narrow crevice between them.
After her first twinge of revulsion and fear at being openly fondled by the grotesque midget, his tongue slithering obscenely over her sensitive skin, Angela felt tiny quivering sensations of excitement up between her thighs. After all she had been through in the last three days, the inner urge she felt to protect herself from further humiliation and debasement at the hands of her captors no longer seemed worth the effort, and she stood docilely on the platform as the jockey explored the secret indentations and hollows of her voluptuously curved body. Her body had betrayed her into wantonly and recklessly enjoying the obscene acts she had been forced into so often that she had little reason left to oppose this further degradation.
Finally she felt his moistly burning lips and digging fingers leave her now trembling body and his harsh voice came to her ears.
'This one's a hot little bitch," he announced to the others in the room around the table. "Notice her sweet round ass, the ripe tits, her tight little pussy. And wouldn't you like to fuck into her pouting pink mouth?" he grinned lewdly out at them. He was obviously enjoying his public role of investigating the bodily charms of this fresh unspoiled blonde. Then, still stroking his monstrously swollen cock, the midget snapped the fingers of his left hand.
Angela could feel her cheeks burning from shame at his words. He was talking about her as if she were a piece of horse-flesh being auctioned off to the highest bidder! Still, she was more relieved than she had ever been when he signalled for another woman to be brought onto the platform with them, glancing with trepidation and anxiety at the size of his rigidly distended penis. She didn't see how anyone could take its thickness inside her without being torn apart, and she hoped she was going to be spared that pain and anguish.
A tall, red-haired woman joined her in front of the coarsely mumbling group of men, her face hidden behind an orange mask like the gold one Angela was wearing.
Once again the man called Eddie the Jockey ran his rough hand over the fresh new body offered to his touch, reaching up to grasp the redhead's already swollen nipples between his thumb and forefinger, kneading and pinching at the tender pink buds alternately and then stretching himself onto his toes to take one of them wetly into his mouth. He sucked and nipped painfully at her quiveringly erect flesh for a long moment, his right hand continuing to jerk rhythmically up and down on his lust-hardened rod touching the softness of her belly, while his left hand roamed at will over the trembling half-moon of her milk-white buttocks, and then abruptly he stood back away from her and gazed insolently at her. The nipple he had been clasping in his thick lips shone wetly in the colors reflected from the continuing light show flashing around them, and the redhead's softly mounded breasts and naked belly were heaving in obvious arousal as he gave his appraisal to the onlookers.
"In my opinion, another good screw," he began. "She probably needs a good, well-hung man to satisfy her, but it would be worth at least a hundred dollars."
Sitting in front of the platform, David was sure he recognized the red-haired woman! It was Jeanette, Harvey Sears' mistress! Almost at the same moment the realization hit him, he heard Sears whisper hoarsely into his ear as he leaned across the table.
"Here's your chance, Davey-boy," he almost growled. "You can take your pick free and that one's Jeanette." He grinned obscenely before sitting back against his cushions to observe David's reaction.
So that was it, David thought. These voluptuous young beauties were going to be auctioned off to the highest bidder, as if it were a sale of slave-girls in days of old. He let his eyes pass back and forth between the soft, young blonde and the sultry redhead, unable to make up his mind which one looked more promising.
At that moment he heard the midget smack his lips obscenely and watched as the dark-haired girl who had led him into the room walked out to join the other two women. She had removed her scanty clothing and now stood nakedly exposed before the eyes of all the men in the room. David shook his head to try clearing his drug-blurred vision and focused his attention on her.
Still standing like a submissive servant girl on the platform, Angela saw the jockey drop to his knees in front of the third girl and lick his lips lewdly as he looked up at the soft dark curls lining her vagina presenting itself so close to his upturned face. Without warning, he thrust his head forward and buried it serpent-like up between the pinkly quivering outer folds of her cunt. The girl gasped at the sudden heat burning in her pussy below, and her fingers reflexively tangled in the midget's coarse hair and pulled his face even tighter to her loins. His right hand left his stiffly jerking cock below, and he grasped both of her firmly clenching buttocks in his digging fingers so hard that the soft doughy flesh squeezed out between them in white ridges. The dark-haired girl had her eyes clenched tightly shut, and she bent her knees slightly to each side of his jerking head below to give him greater access to her warmly pulsating cunt, her uninhibited moans of pleasure filling the air in the room.
Angela watched in total disbelief as the midget obscenely licked into the girl's already slightly swiveling loins. The dark-haired girl was abandoning herself completely to his lewd ministrations in front of everyone present! It looked as though she might even have an orgasm at any moment. But then just as abruptly as he had begun, the midget tore his mouth away from her wetly glistening vagina and stood back. The girl was helplessly writhing her deserted body before him, tightly gripping her upper thighs together in a vain attempt to extinguish the passionate fires he had just ignited inside her excitedly squirming pussy.
Panting heavily from his effort, his lips shining wetly, Eddie the Jockey grasped his lust-thickened rod of flesh once more in his fingers and jerked the loose outer skin quickly up and down as he spoke in a low harsh voice. "A bargain for one hundred and fifty bucks," he grunted in appreciation, raising his arm for the next girl to be offered up for sale.
CHAPTER NINE
David missed all the details of the midget's testing and trying of the fourth girl's attractions when the television screen which had been going on the whole time suddenly took all of his attention again. My God, he whispered to himself. Look at that little bitch go!
On the screen, Harvey Sears had quickened his thrusts, fucking hot and deep, as the young blonde thrashed her body frantically beneath him. She was ready to cum, her legs on either side of him jerking out wide and up into the air. Harvey pressed his hands behind her knees pushing them back and hard down against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. The entire plane of her thrusting loins was wide open to the pile-driving strokes he was making into her eagerly upturned cunt under him.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted beneath him on the television screen, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion.
Harvey Sears was grunting and groaning, and he quickened his demoniac strokes, grinding hard and deep so that his cock bored far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her voluptuously rounded breasts heaved and quivered lewdly up against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hardening nipples digging into him like buttons on a coat.
And suddenly, as the TV camera moved in closer, she shivered under him!
David was watching the volcanic upheaval affecting the blonde girl in the picture, feeling his cock almost itching and burning inside his robe from the obscenely pornographic view he was getting.
At the same time, Angela standing naked on the platform was startled by the sound of her own voice on the screen behind her and turned her head to watch. Immediately she felt her cunt begin opening and moistening in vicarious excitement as she remembered how it had gushed and flooded juicily around the hotly pistoning cock she could now see driving up into her own upturned pussy. As she watched, he thrust faster, digging deeper and deeper inside her. She jerked up towards him several times on the screen, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps and he thrust deep again as his own hot, wet sperm shot from the end of his throbbing shaft far up into her soft, quivering belly. Her legs went limp all of a sudden and fell out to the sides, splayed obscenely on either side of his still heaving body.
Angela felt her heart pounding in her chest as she viewed the replay of that first night, recalling how their surging cum had mingled lewdly deep down inside her in a hot wet pool of joy she had never known could exist. She had felt beaten and satiated as never before, and yet at this moment as she watched, it seemed she could still feel his thick penis buried deep inside her gently palpitating vagina. She had been fucked, and fucked good, and now she suddenly wanted it again more than she had ever wanted anything before in her life.
From David's position out in front of the platform, he could see the blonde girl's softly throbbing cuntal lips as Harvey Sears slowly pulled his depleted, now deflating cock from up between her legs. Suddenly, he was brought back to the present by the harsh voice of the midget jockey.
Pointing to the gold-masked blonde girl whose whole body seemed to be quivering, the jockey said, "Three hundred dollars for the blonde with the sweet little heart-shaped ass!"
Positive it was the same girl who had just had an orgasm on the television screen, David decided if he had the chance, she was the one he would pick. He was sure he would have to pretend to pay the ransom for his wife Angela as soon as the little party was over, and he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. With the hashish he had been smoking since he arrived, it felt as though he was filled with an endless reservoir of semen, and he would like nothing better than to empty it into this blonde girl's soft white belly until she was filled to the brim of her narrow cunt.
He looked for a moment at the redheaded Jeanette he had already fucked once before, and even though he would like to get into her again, he reluctantly turned his eyes back to the blonde.
"Looks like you've made up your mind," Harvey Sears grinned at him. "Touch luck, I've got first choice."
Then before David could make an answer, Sears made a sign to the jockey on the platform who led the young girl to a leather Moroccan hassock at one side of the television screen, forcing her to bend over it with her knees spread wide on the floor.
"I'll take Jeanette then," David told Sears in disappointment at not getting a chance at the blonde.
"Hold on, Eddie the Jockey has already bid for her," Sears laughed, enjoying David's crestfallen look. "Pick one of the others."
Without any show of enthusiasm, David said he would like the dark-haired beauty who still seemed to be aching for it. Abdul quickly raised a finger to indicate he would take the remaining girl, who cringed at the sadistic grin passing over his face as he stared at her.
"Good, that's all settled then," Harvey Sears said. "Now everybody waits his turn. Eddie the Jockey first," he commanded.
Without waiting for further discussion, the midget grabbed a handful of Sears' mistress's red hair and flung her to the floor of the platform, facing Angela still bent over the hassock.
Angela felt her heart beating in her throat as she saw the redhead's flailing body twisting on the floor in front of the midget. She was lying flat on her stomach, her belly grinding into the wood of the floor as she struggled to rise.
The midget then took Jeanette by the ankles and spread her long slim legs wide apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full firm thighs and spread her softly rounded ass-cheeks with his hands. The tiny tight anus nestled in the narrow crevice was clearly visible to his eyes, and it seemed to be throbbing in anticipation as she helplessly awaited the jockey's next move. His hand ran slowly up the inside of her thigh all the way to the wetness of her open cunt and his head dropped to kiss the smoothly ovaled ass-cheeks, his tongue trailing down to lick into the narrow crevice between them.
Angela could see from her position the skin straining around the puckered anal mouth as the gnarled thumbs of the midget pulled at the flesh surrounding it. His fingers probed at the fearfully cringing nether entrance while Jeanette groaned piteously under him.
"Spread 'em wider!" Eddie the Jockey commanded.
Jeanette's legs opened obediently until her toes were pointing outward away from each other on the platform behind her. They were almost at right angles to her body, and it seemed to Angela as she watched spellbound that the tormented redhead would split in two. The midget's middle finger probed again and Angela could hear her groan as it entered. Jeanette jumped forward slightly from the unexpected pain, her mouth contorting in unheeded protest. She strained away from the cruelly intruding finger as the rubbery flesh of her anus closed over it in forced acceptance. A flicker of surprised pleasure passed over Jeanette's face as he pressed his finger in to the first knuckle.
It suddenly dawned on Angela as she watched what was going to happen. It was impossible! The midget jockey was intending to put his huge, throbbing penis up into the redhead's anus! It would kill her! Her own tiny puckering anal mouth quivered and burned in sympathy for the woman opposite her on the platform as she watched him moving his middle finger around in the tightly constricted opening in lewd preparation for what was to follow, sawing it in and out and stretching the tiny anus more and more. Jeanette wriggled her hips back against it, her hands clawing at the wood floor in front of her. He dug another finger in, hurting her even more.
A short, muffled squeal escaped from the redhead's lips as she buried her face in her arms crossed before her. But the midget persisted, placing one hand in the small of her back and pinning her to the floor. He screwed both fingers into her mercilessly, stretching the pinkly puckering anus until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand. She was being skewered like a helpless animal on a spit.
Out in front, David watched in horror at the cruel subjugation of Harvey Sears' mistress by the midget whose expanded cock was so thick and long he looked almost deformed. His mind registered disbelief that Sears would allow this to happen to his own mistress while he watched. Suddenly he saw the grinning red-faced Sears mounting the platform from the other side, staring with a cruel glint in his eye at the redheaded Jeanette. He had stripped himself naked and was stroking his own massively swollen penis in obvious enjoyment of the spectacle. Then his voice came to David's ears.
"This'll teach the little bitch to get so turned on by another man," he growled.
Angela kneeling over the hassock jumped, startled by the harsh voice so close behind her. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw the cruel-faced man who had been savagely ravishing her body over and over for three days. It was the first time she had seen him when she wasn't drugged or in semi-darkness, and suddenly she realized who he was.
It was the same man who had been ogling her that night in the supper club when she was with her husband David!
She already knew from bitter experience how cruel and merciless the man could be, and she involuntarily let her eyes fall to the lust-thickened hardness he was holding in his hand inches from her unprotected buttocks. My God, she thought to herself, he's going to try to put it in me from behind! She was well aware by now that whatever he wanted to do to her, there was no escaping it, and her whole body began to tremble in fear.
A sudden new sound from the other side of the platform drew her attention back to what was happening there.
The redhead's face was flushing in excitement, her hair strewn down over it, and she was beginning to undulate her buttocks back around his finger in wild abandon. Her mouth opened and began to pant and mewl as the fingers of the midget worked obscenely around and around deep up her wide-stretched rectum. The ugly jockey grinned as he prodded at her defenselessly widespread anus like an avenging angel, Jeanette squirming beneath his cruel probes in total surrender.
"Fuck me there!" she suddenly screamed, turning her head to the side to let him see it. "Screw my ass! Screw my ass!" It seemed obvious to Angela that the redheaded woman must have been under the influence of some drug for her to begin so miraculously to enjoy the perverse penetration of her anus.
The young blonde housewife felt her own stomach tighten as the midget pulled his fingers out of the writhing woman's anus. They seemed to come out reluctantly, the pinkish skin clinging desperately to them until they withdrew with a lewd vacuum-like sucking noise.
Eddie the jockey pushed her softly quivering ass-cheeks apart again with his hands and dropped his face into the crevice. His tongue licked teasingly at the pulsing pink hole until the squirming girl apparently couldn't stand it another minute.
"Oh God, fuck it! Fuck it, please!" she breathed in a thick passionate plea.
Behind her, Angela heard the low harsh voice of Harvey Sears chime in. "Go ahead, Eddie. Fuck her in the ass!" he growled vehemently.
At that moment, the television screen at the back of the platform came to life again. There was a close-up view of this same redhead on all fours hovering, her face a few scant inches from the moistly throbbing tip-end of a penis. She was holding it tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused the loins beneath to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.
So that's why he's punishing his mistress, David swore guiltily to himself, feeling responsible for what was going to happen to her in a minute. He recognized the scene on the TV as the end of his short time in Jeanette's room when they had been fucking. His neck tingled as he realized that Harvey Sears must have watched the whole thing, and he had even made a film of it!
He watched the screen as her head dropped slowly toward the hardness pointing up at her and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny glans on the end. He sucked in his breath now as he watched and remembered that sudden searing contact on his swollen cock, and it jerked wildly now under the loose robe he was wearing. He groaned softly as he watched her bring her mouth down all the way and enclose the whole of the sensitive end in the moist, warm pressure of her lips. "Christ!" he moaned in unison with his image on the screen. The young husband remembered how her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the bulbously flaring tip, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
The snarling voice of the midget brought his eyes back to the lewd scene taking place on the platform to one side of the huge television screen.
"Kneel and bring your ass up, bitch!" the jockey ordered. The lust-crazed Jeanette struggled to her knees, presenting her rounded white ass-cheeks up to the now wildly aroused midget. He stood up between her widespread thighs directly behind her, his pulsating, huge cock standing straight out with its tip resting in her wide-split anal crevice.
"Now put it in, whore," he commanded roughly. Her hand moved hesitantly to reach robot-like back under her body like a robot and grasp the gigantic rock-hard cock. A sudden expression of fear flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it and perceived firsthand the size of the hotly throbbing shaft. She stroked it experimentally, indecision apparent on her tortured face.
"Put it in, I said," he growled again, digging his fingers harshly into the soft white flesh at the tops of her thighs.
From her position on the other side of the platform, Angela watched as the lewdly positioned redhead submitted to the cold command and the pressure of his hands and placed the tip of his lust-engorged cock up against the tight hairless opening of her anus. She could see it begin probing and working against Jeanette's nakedly exposed anus, the muscles of the midget's stomach standing out as he strained forward. It was worming its way slowly into her, looking like a giant battering ram trying to force its way in between the tensely quivering mounds. As the young blonde wife watched in fascinated horror, the straining pink ring suddenly gave way before the relentless pressure and the huge bulbous cock-head popped up inside with a sudden rush. The now hopelessly impaled woman tried to pull away but the dwarf, grinning lasciviously behind her held her tight.
"Ohhh," she groaned from the pain, her face contorted in a tight mask of agony from the savage entry into her defenselessly wide-split anus.
"Shove your ass back, shove it back!" the midget shouted.
Jeanette hunched back suddenly in automatic obedience to the loud command. "Oh God, it hurts, it hurts, it's too big!" she screamed.
But the hard fleshy rod surged forward, battering the vainly resisting rectal flesh before it without any mercy.
"Ohh, ooohh," she groaned as his pelvis suddenly smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. She was obscenely skewered, and he began stroking his flesh-splitting rod rhythmically deep into her inflamed nether passage.
And then as David's young wife Angela watched with unbelieving eyes, Jeanette began to move backwards to meet the forward thrusts of the midget's lust-driven body. She was beginning to revel in the lewd sodomizing of her expanded anus like a Roman slave, bending before her cruel master. He rammed into her with long hard thrusts, watching the pink flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its withdrawal. Suddenly, the pain appeared to be turning into pleasure for her, and she flailed her head wildly from side to side, her red hair thrashing away from her face against the floor so that the audience could follow her feelings in her features.
Then, without warning, the blonde Angela felt the rough fingers of Harvey Sears behind her running greedily over the long, firm muscles of her shaking calves and up the inside of her thighs to the strangely moistening interior of her loins. For a moment, she had forgotten he was there as she watched in a trance-like state the merciless ravishment taking place opposite her on the platform, and now she whimpered and jerked forward away from him.
"Oh no, please, no," she cried back to his unhearing ears. "You can't not that way!"
Harvey Sears behind her pushed his hand down hard into the small of her back pressing her down onto the hassock until her soft resilient breasts were squashed flat against the resisting leather. Angela struggled vainly for a moment and then lay still, her body shaking from the helpless pleadings rumbling ceaselessly from her throat.
David's young wife moaned involuntarily as she felt the gambling boss run the edge of his hand down the narrow smooth crease of her buttocks parting them slightly open to his hungry gaze.
Sears leered down at the cowering girl and slowly drew aside the soft white mounds with his fingers. She groaned before him and tried to tense them together again, but he dug his fingers into her flaccid ass-flesh until it seemed to ooze up between them. Finally, she relaxed again to stop the pain and he spread them apart as he wished.
Dimly, she heard him suck in his breath behind her when the tiny ring of softly puckered anal flesh came into his view again. He pushed his right hand down and thrust it at experimentally with his middle finger. Angela jumped and cried out as she felt the unnatural intrusion into the small rubbery opening, and she pressed her pelvis down hard into the hassock, her buttocks tensing together around the finger boring relentlessly into her. It was useless and he thrust again, sinking it in the first knuckle.
"Agggh, God," she gasped as she felt the burning pressure in her rectum.
In his hashish-clouded mind, David suddenly seemed to recognize the voice of the blonde girl trapped spread-eagled in front of Harvey Sears, but he was too confused and excited to give it much thought. He kept looking from one side of the platform to the other at the obscene dual sodomy, and then back again to the huge television screen where Jeanette was still sucking at his cock, unable to focus his attention in one place very long. There on the screen at the moment, Jeanette's fingers were massaging the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroking the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could still feel in his mind the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, its tip flicking insanely across the tiny opening of the glans on the end.
Great swirls of heat were now building again up deep down in his tightening balls as he watched himself being sucked, her face working ravenously above his lewdly rocking loins. He couldn't wait much longer to get his chance to fuck into the dark-haired girl Harvey Sears had told him was his for the taking.
Again he tore his eyes from the television screen to stare at the midget still slaving behind Jeanette. Her face was flushed with her passion and she was panting for more.
"Ohh, fuck it, fuck it, on, on," she gasped, waving her buttocks salaciously back against his eager thrusts. Her shoulders dropped to the wood floor so that her ass-cheeks were now sticking high up in the air and the great plunging cock could fuck her at will. Her eyes were glazed over with lustful pleasure. It was incredible, but all her pain had gone, and now it seemed nothing was left but a great slipping wetness in the narrowness of her rectum as she ground happily back against it.
Then, suddenly, the midget screwing into her from behind grabbed at the tautness of her madly thrashing buttocks, his hands pulling at her soft white flesh like the talons of a hungry hawk. He threw his head back and groaned as he thrust the cock's full expanded length into Jeanette's widely stretched anus and he screamed, uttering wildly obscene insults at the vanquished mistress of Harvey Sears.
The voluptuous redhead moaned out her own release at the same time as the heated secretions of her orgasm gushed from her openly splayed cunt below, drenching the midget's hairy balls pressed tightly against her throbbing vagina. Together they collapsed in a heaving mass of satiated flesh, their hoarse breathing filling the room.
Up behind Angela's cringing buttocks, Harvey Sears smiled his glee at the savage ass-fucking his mistress had just received from Eddie the Jockey. That'll teach her, he thought vindictively, unable to forget the fact that she had enjoyed her session with David. He dug up harder into the blonde wife's already partially impaled anus, popping his middle finger through the desperate but useless resistance past the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and in piteous submission relaxed, her buttocks limp and open to be used as he desired.
As he scoured mercilessly into her abused anal ring with his thick finger, widening and preparing it for the greater entry to come, Angela stared in wide-eyed shock and sympathy at the woman with red hair now gasping and moaning under the satiated midget.
Pulling the thick foreskin back and exposing the huge bulbous tip of his cock, Harvey Sears behind her aimed it directly at the tiny puckered mouth of Angela's anus now stretched wide from the obscene probing of his middle finger. Abruptly he pulled it out, and then spread her inviting buttocks wide again with his thumbs, at the same time slipping his middle finger in a swiping motion into her involuntarily moistening cunt below. With her own vaginal secretions he lubricated the rear entrance and leaned forward pressing the whole of his body down onto her back, the thick full length of his cock shoved into the trembling crevice of her firmly rounded ass-cheeks. He rested the tip for a moment up against the tiny throbbing nether opening, pushing his hands under her loins again to stretch the soft half-moons farther apart. Levering himself up slightly with his elbows on her lower back, he pressed softly with his hips for a moment, directing his rock-hard shaft straight into the tightly clenched orifice.
Angela held her breath for what seemed an eternity and then groaned as she felt the unrelenting staff pop suddenly through the tight restricting ring of flesh. She had expected pain, but nothing like this. She cried out into the room as though being punctured with a sharp knife as her tiny, reluctantly stretching anus slipped over the hard rubbery tip, clasping Sears' cock like a tight rubber band. Then he thrust his hips hard down again sinking his rod halfway to the hilt inside her burning rectum.
"Ohh, God! Ohhh! Agggghhhh! Don't, no more, please!" she begged and pleaded, and she flailed her legs out on either side of him struggling hopelessly to escape the cruel impalement.
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath, trying to throw him off, but her desperate struggles only worsened her position. With each buck of her body his cock skewered into her tightly-resisting anus another cruel and painful inch, until finally she gasped out the last of her strength and Sears' thickly pulsing hardness slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum. She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then lay still over the hassock to ease the pain of the cruel and complete penetration of her rectum. It was useless to resist further as each throb of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more painful dimensions.
"Ohh, God, it's a tight little asshole," Harvey Sears hissed through clenched teeth above her. In spite of his desire to fuck into her immediately, he reached down and grasped her gently flaring hips, raising her higher on her knees and bending her body almost double so that only her face was left touching the leather hassock. He ground his teeth and took several long smooth strokes into her, bringing an agonized groan of pain and final humiliation from her tortured lips each time he thrust forward.
Suddenly the moment he was waiting for came on the television screen visible to their left.
"All right, you proud little blonde bitch," he growled down at her. "Take a good look at that." Tangling his fingers in her long, flowing hair, he wrenched her head around so that she was directly facing the screen.
Oh God, no! It's not true! she cried again and again inside her spinning mind as she stared with her eyes wide open at the almost forgotten couple thrashing lewdly on the screen in front of her. She clenched her eyes tightly shut for a second to black out the unavoidable sight from her view, then opening them again in utter disbelief.
It was her own husband, David!
The camera had moved in closer and she could clearly see his face raised up off the mattress as he watched the top of the woman's head bobbing up and down over his hugely swollen penis. He was groaning over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting between his gritting teeth.
Please, please, let this be a nightmare I'm having, she prayed, unable to accept the obscene picture of her own husband being greedily sucked by another woman. The pain of Harvey Sears' thick shaft still throbbing deep in her anus was almost gone as she knelt dumbfounded before him, all reason for her continuing existence suddenly gone.
Suddenly, his image on the screen gasped.
The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as the hot store of sperm began its mad dash from the sanctuary of his lust-engorged balls and spewed in hot thin streams into the voraciously sucking mouth of the woman above him. Angela could see the woman's cheeks expanding and hollowing balloon-like as she greedily swallowed the hotly flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his boiling cum into the wetness of her mouth, thin trails of the lewd semen escaping inadvertently from the edges of her lips. His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to his throbbing loins as he pushed the spurting cock all the way down into her throat. She coughed sporadically as she continued swallowing to regain her breath. Finally the screen image moaned a last dying moan and grunted in complete fulfillment.
But the image went on.
Her own husband had been sucked dry by this unknown woman and with a shattering groan had collapsed, arms widespread, back across the bed. She still nibbled and sucked gently at his slowly deflating penis for a moment longer, and then it slipped down out of her roundly pursed lips. In her own exhaustion, the woman laid her head sideways on his trembling thigh, showing her face to the camera.
Spellbound and horrified, Angela gasped aloud as she recognized her. It was the same red-haired woman now lying in complete exhaustion where the midget had just left her on the platform!
And she was the same one who had winked lewdly at David in the nightclub that evening that now seemed so long ago!
The betrayed young blonde sobbed out her complete and utter defeat, great tears welling up in her eyes as it dawned on her that from now on her whole life, her marriage to David, everything all was lost to her forever. She had absolutely nothing else to lose, and nothing to gain ever again, as long as she lived. The sight of her husband's penis disappearing into that woman's hungrily sucking mouth had been just too much to stand.
"He fucked my woman in the mouth," she suddenly heard Harvey Sears' growl angrily behind her. "Did you see that?" he demanded.
When she did not answer in her uncontrollable feeling of desertion and hopelessness, Sears flexed his still deeply embedded hardness in her now expanded anus.
"I asked you a question, bitch!" he shouted down at her.
"Y-yes, I saw it," she mumbled, feeling the renewed pain inside her rectum. At the same time she realized that she had gradually become accustomed to his throbbing thickness deep inside her, and his lewd words to her were somehow strangely exciting. She still felt torn and stretched there but the time he had lain on her not moving had given her a chance to slowly adjust to the unnatural invasion. She knew now that he was taking his revenge on her husband out on her own helpless body, and her mind seemed to snap back a million years. The jungle instinct of survival that lay deep in the mind of every human being began to reverberate through her brain. Her only hope to end his brutal, sadistic attack on her stretched nether mouth was to force him to cum quickly.
Harvey Sears groaned as he felt the beaten young girl's anal muscles tighten around his lust-knotted thickness buried deep inside her. His cock throbbed harder and he could barely believe his senses when her buttocks began a slow methodical rotation beneath him. He flexed his penis far up her rectum again to cause her further pain and try to keep his sadistic control over her, but he gasped out loud as he felt her palpitating anus responding, throbbing and tightening around his aching cock like a tight-fitting glove of warm moist flesh. Abruptly he decided he had already conquered her sooner than he had expected and suddenly moaned in newfound delight. His heavy-laden balls were pounding and urging him to begin stroking into her slowly gyrating ass-cheeks inviting him on.
But there was one more thing he wanted to do. Grinding his teeth in an attempt to ignore the tiny pushing and pulling of her anal walls clasping firmly around his sunken cock, he raised one hand from her quivering buttocks in a predetermined signal to someone out of sight off the platform.
Immediately, the television screen started up again, showing the final few moments of the first ruthless screwing he had given the little blonde wife now impaled before him.
From where he had been staring goggle-eyed at the lust inciting sodomizing of the two women on the platform, David saw the screen come to life again.
Suddenly his heart stopped.
His head whirled in disbelief at the vision that flickered before his eyes on the giant screen. It was Angela's face staring up at the camera with glazed unseeing eyes. His own wife! Her mouth was open wide, gasping fish-like up into the room.
"My God, it can't be!" he groaned aloud.
He had known in the deep recesses of his mind what Harvey Sears would subject his young wife to, but he never dreamed it would be anything like this, and he hadn't wanted to personally see it!
The view switched to the foot of the bed and the thick fleshy cock of Harvey Sears was clearly outlined pistoning wetly into the blonde curl-fringed opening of David's young wife's cunt. Sears was holding her legs far back over head so that he had the greatest possible access to her helplessly widespread loins. Her buttocks were presented up to him in defenseless sacrifice as his monstrous cock speared lewdly in and out of her without the slightest grain of mercy, while his finger was sunk deep in her tiny puckered anus.
It's a mistake, it's a mistake, the thoughts flashed through his mind faster than he could think. It's someone else. It's got to be.
But the view changed again and Angela's panting, pleading face was again clearly visible, egging her laboring rapist on, her arms and ankles locked tightly around his sweating body, riding under him like a galloping horse.
David watched in a frozen, drugged daze as he saw her begin screaming her first shrill sounds of orgasm. Her legs kicked back wide and he saw her final jerks of fulfillment and watched the hollowing muscles of Sears' buttocks as he pumped his gushing hot stream of sperm deep up into her quivering belly.
It finally registered on David's confused mind that what he was viewing was not a brutal rape of a helplessly innocent girl such as he had always thought his blonde wife was.
She was loving every minute of being fucked by another man!
The Goddamn bitch, his mind repeated over and over, she's loving it! The dirty little whore, the dirty little whore! She had never screwed him like that! All the time he had thought she was just a cold innocent babe in arms and had used all the patience he possessed to try and break down the barriers she had thrown up against sex. But it had never worked.
And he had felt sorry and guilty about turning her over to that lecherous bastard Harvey Sears.
His attention was suddenly brought back to where on the platform Sears was still hunched up behind the blonde young beauty with his heavy thick cock buried between her slowly undulating creamily smooth buttocks.
"Surprised, Davey-boy?" Sears yelled at him with coarse laughter resounding in the room. "Bet you never saw your sweet little wife fucking like that," he grinned obscenely, at the same time reaching forward slowly with his hands toward the gold mask covering the face of the woman now beginning to murmur and plead under him as she tried to start him stroking into her.
Angela gasped in sudden realization as she heard Sears speak her husband's name in harsh, mocking tones. Then she felt the mask being slowly lifted from behind.
David had been there the whole time! He had been watching while she was being lewdly sodomized before his very eyes without doing or saying anything to stop it. Slowly it sank into her muddled, confused brain that he must have been in on the whole nightmarish ordeal from the first moment those men had forced their way into the apartment.
It was all she could do to keep from breaking down completely from the sudden knowledge. But then a deep well of resentment that he would allow this to happen to her, filled her with an overwhelming desire to somehow avenge herself against him.
And she knew how to do it!
She began rocking her hips back lewdly onto Sears' lust-inflamed cock, and then forward again, feeling its ass-splitting thickness slip out until only the tip-end was still inside her rectum, then once more shoving her buttocks back against his loins. Each time she impaled herself on his hardness, she made a deep-throated "oomph" with her lips, curling her mouth up in a lewdly sensual smile.
And each time his pulsating shaft struck into the innermost recesses of her churning rectum, she repeated in her mind, David is a bastard, David is a bastard, lewd sensations of forbidden pleasure beginning to crawl into her warmly quivering belly with each repetitive, rhythmic thrust.
Behind her Harvey Sears watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish skin of her puckered little anal mouth drew back with his lust-thickened shaft, clasping to it as though it did not want to let go. He began a steady pistoning motion with his penis, lewdly pumping his blood-engorged hardness each stroke in the velvet confines of her anus.
Angela knelt before him and prayed that her humiliation would not betray her, and that she could hold out long enough to convince her husband David in the audience that she was really enjoying the degradation he had let her into. Kneeling before Harvey Sears, she began undulating her buttocks in slightly larger circles, waving the enticingly rounded cheeks back at him to lasciviously incite him on. And strangely, the tiny bit of whore deep inside her suddenly broke forth into a tingle of masochistic excitement. She was no longer working for revenge but for joy, but it was all the same and she did not fight it. She wanted suddenly to enjoy it she was enjoying it. There was still pain but it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement and he jerked forward into her.
"Man, she's really liking it, Davey-boy," Sears breathed hoarsely behind her, at the same time lifting the gold mask the rest of the way up to reveal her face for the first time.
Oh my God, gasped David as he suddenly understood who the wantonly back-thrusting blonde was on the platform. It's my wife!
Without being able to think or stop himself, he jumped up from his seat, and ripping the jalaba robe over his head he leaped up over the front of the wooden platform to stand naked in front of his wantonly writhing wife.
He had been feeling so sorry for the fate he had delivered her to, and here she was moaning beneath Sears' savage penetration of her anus, twisting and grinding the whiteness of her ass-cheeks back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper. Her unseeing eyes were turned to the side, her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of his long, smooth strokes into her that carried the full length of his long plunging rod of flesh.
The cock was buried into her up to the hilt, and then suddenly Sears gasped again. Her hand had reached down under her body and was gently cradling his balls, scraping her fingernails over them in a maddening teasing motion that brought saliva running from the edges of his mouth.
"Oh yes, darling, fuck it like that!" she crooned through her tightly clenched lips as he gorged into her buttocks as hard as he could.
"You fucking bitch!" David snarled at her from where he stood watching only a few inches away, the anger rising to a fever pitch inside his chest.
Her glazed eyes focused on her husband standing totally naked in front of her, for a moment forgetting she had to pay him back for what he had done to her, and moaning in humiliation and shame. But then, she remembered and smiled a contemptuous and at the same time lewdly suggestive smile up at him, thrusting her hips still harder back onto the fleshy hardness boring into her hotly throbbing rectal walls.
David's eyes burning with anger and lust trailed over the length of her wildly thrashing body back to where the pistoning cock was splitting into the narrow crevice of her anus, and then on up to the obscene grinning face of Harvey Sears.
"Go ahead," Sears gasped out the words. "Fuck her in the mouth." Without losing his long stroking rhythm into the softly grinding and twisting buttocks, Harvey Sears reached his hands over her smooth white body and grasped her flowing blonde hair, jerking her head up higher.
Angela thought her neck would snap from the strain and she stared at David's lust-engorged penis throbbing in the air scant inches from her openly parted lips.
David wasted no time. He had tried for the two years they'd been married, and now by God he was going to do it, and she would never forget it. He stepped forward and mercilessly thrust his aching, throbbing cock between her lips, shoving it all the way into the back of her throat heedless of her gagging groans of protest.
"Suck it, you little whore," he commanded her harshly above the top of her head. She felt the hugeness of his pulsing penis slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely. It began slowly screwing in and out of her face, gradually quickening in tempo until it matched that of Sears fucking into her from behind.
Now Harvey Sears was in his greatest glory. He liked nothing better in life than to take an innocent couple like this one had been and degrade them and made them try to destroy each other this way. He had achieved his goal and now he could feel himself building toward the end. He knew it would be soon, and he began to fuck into her harder and faster, mercilessly battering the violently quivering cheeks of her buttocks with his hard-driving hips and slapping balls she was still squeezing in her fingers. Then his hands left her hair and gripped her waist hard, pinching the soft flaccid flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth, and he could not close his mouth. His breath came in short stuttered blasts that crackled obscenely through the dimly lit room. He watched David's cock skewering into his young wife's lewdly ovaled mouth, his testicles bouncing against her chin, and the obscene sight made him feel as though his whole body would explode.
"Jesus! Jesus!" he sputtered behind her.
Angela worked in a daze as she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth, licking and sucking now like a hungry child at her angry husband's cock. Her ravishment continued on and on at both ends of her bent and tortured body, suddenly alive and burning with a devouring passion she had never known could exist. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life, but at the same time she could not contain the uncontrollable waves of desire coursing through her veins. She could feel David's cock stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left, and moaned piteously around it as it thrust forward hard down to her tonsils as though it were trying to meet the other hardness skewering deep into her belly from behind. She dimly heard her husband spitting out strings of obscenities down on her, inciting her to still further lewd vigor, and then he jerked suddenly as though jabbed by a sharp pin.
He writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his cock deep down into her gasping throat. She fought to breathe, but it was hopeless as his jerking cock then began to erupt in the warm wet interior of her desperately sucking mouth, unintelligible sounds of profanity rolling from his lips. The hot thick liquid of his cum squirted into her mouth like the rush of raging water through a narrow streambed and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time from the pressure of the bursting dam of sperm.
David lunged relentlessly into her again and again, his view of the double fucking she was getting increasing his sadistic pleasure. He groaned in anger and frustration at the obscene picture they made at the same time he felt his loins exploding with a vengeful wrath that threatened to blow the top off his head.
It lasted for what seemed an eternity, then it jerked a last long throbbing spasm and softened beneath her swirling tongue. His hands pulled her head still bobbing from Sears' merciless thrusts behind tight against his trembling loins, bracing himself to keep from staggering and falling.
Angela could feel his depleted cock softening further in her saliva and cum filled her mouth, and then she heard a grunt from Harvey Sears behind her. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last ass-crushing rush as the gambling boss shoved his wildly throbbing cock as far as it could go in her widespread rectum and began spewing his hot boiling semen deep up in her nakedly helpless belly. She felt it flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of her anus until she thought she would burst. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the soft cheeks as his unending reservoir of cum continued shooting into her in rapid-fire bursts.
Suddenly she was cumming too.
Her hand clutched desperately at the heavy pulsing balls back beneath, urging him to keep jerking up into her, so surprised and elated at the unheard of feelings of joy pumping through her loins that she opened her mouth wide gasping as if close to death. David's now deflated cock slipped down from her lips and she cried again and again over his emptied loins.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck it! I'm cumming!"
Her body wildly arched up and jerked, holding back tight onto the pulsating, spurting cock embedded in her rectum, not moving but quivering and clenching around it in a sporadic pulsating rhythm, spewing her orgasmic fluid out around her hand on his balls beneath. Harvey Sears made once last vicious stroke that smacked his pelvis against her quiveringly upturned ass-cheeks like a wooden paddle and held it there shuddering his final, earth-shattering release. She palpitated and trembled under him for a long moment longer and then it was over.
She collapsed limply forward away from him onto the hassock and his spent penis slipped wetly out of her anus with a slight popping noise, thin rivulets of his white sperm oozing out of her expanded opening to trickle lewdly down her quivering white inner thighs.
Harvey Sears watched with undisguised glee as David jerked his blonde wife's face up again by her long hair and gave her a resounding slap, then stalking away from her exhausted, once more collapsing body now wracked by sobs.
"Consider the debt paid," Sears laughed coldly toward the retreating husband. His leering face looked demoniac under the vivid colors reflected from the flashing light show still projecting obscene, lewd slides, but neither David nor his debased young wife Angela noticed.
CHAPTER TEN
As fresh and clean as a newly picked daisy, Angela Martin stepped from the bathroom in her flimsy pink hip-length nightie. She checked the bedroom carefully as she hummed to herself, and finally decided the king-sized bed looked soft and inviting enough in the dazzling purple spread she had put on it for the first time. The low table was properly set up with a variety of drinks for the evening, and the miniature roulette wheel was in its place.
It promised to be an interesting party, she said to herself as she patted a pillow on the floor into shape. She and her husband David had invited Sally and George Armstrong over for one of their special nights. They had only recently met the Armstrongs, and tonight it would be just the four of them. She felt a tingle of excitement pass over the softly contoured flesh of her body as she anticipated what she hoped would happen later.
She walked to the window of the bedroom which looked out on the small back garden dimly lit by the garage light she had left on for her husband. After she and David had made up and forgiven each other for the series of events in New York, they had agreed to move to this Midwestern city and start all over again.
She herself had come up with the idea of betting with David at home for whatever sexual favors the winner decided upon, and gradually they had invented new and more interesting games as well as rewards in bed. It hadn't been long, she reflected, until they had come to the decision to include other young couples in their previously private orgies, adding the additional excitement of switching partners in bed if that was what they wanted, even sometimes making it a foursome in strange new sexual combinations.
They were very happy now with their new lives, and Angela was certain the future could hold only more happiness still. David was doing better than they had expected in his new job, and they had never gotten along better in their marriage than in the last few months. She congratulated herself for the hundredth time on doing her part to salvage what was left of their marriage, and then she drew the heavy drapes closed.
David would be arriving any minute now with the Armstrongs, and it was time to get out the little snacks she had prepared and put in the refrigerator. She glanced briefly at the stack of playing cards illustrated with lewd pictures and smiled to herself at a sudden thought going through her head like the refrain of a song.
"The family that plays together, stays together," she laughed out loud in the room by herself.
Then she heard the crunching gravel sound of a car entering their driveway and darted off hurriedly toward the kitchen.
