The world of business is a highly competitive world, a fast moving, mind dazzling, wickedly played game where the players make their own rules to survive and get ahead. It's a self-centered, unsympathetic world where arm twisting, blackmail and violence often take precedence over managerial ability and sound economic principles. A man has to fight tooth and nail in order to stay in the game, but if he wants to win, if he wants to climb up the corporate ladder, it takes more than fighting ability; it takes cunning, charisma, ruthlessness and a capacity for manipulating other people's lives.
The Company Doctor is the story of a man with just such qualifications and the innocent, young girl who has risen within the giant superstructure of his corporation in record time. But his success has been due more than anything else to his ability to satisfy the wives of important customers. Fred isn't content, however, with the executive position he now finds himself in. His ambitions reach all the way to the top - the board of directors - and Stella Swanson, his efficient and unsuspecting secretary, is the person he has singled out to get him one move closer to his goal.
In the story of Stella Swanson and Fred Rodgers we see one of the many examples of how subtle the working rules of the business world can be and how the most modern psychological treatments are used by big companies to their advantage. Our readers will be able to witness and appreciate the pressures put on men and women by trained doctors and psychologists to change their innermost mental structure and even their moral code. Here, under the guise of medical treatment, of relaxation and group therapy, doctors hired by a large corporation manipulate employees' minds for the ultimate goals and pleasures of the corporation executives.
This is a story that reveals some of the psychological horror of our modern, impersonal, computer world and the men and women who, because of ambition, innocence, or weakness, fall prey to it. Possibly its most striking feature is the character development - or deterioration - of the young girl who falls unwittingly into the strangle hold of the corporate establishment. Her only salvation rests in the reader's ability to understand and forgive.
Stella Swanson's story is one of an innocent's descent into hell, a story made even more bone-chilling by the fact that it and other seemingly fantastic tales lurk menacingly, just below the surface of the commercial world. We, The Publishers, are proud to present such a fine expose to our discerning public.
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Chapter One
"Well, what did you think of the movie?" Stella asked the handsome young man. He was groping in the dark with a set of keys trying to get the door open.
"I thought it was better than any of the movie reviews said it was," he answered, trying one key after another with mounting impatience.
"Yes, I thought so, too. You can never trust those critics," Stella answered.
"Damn! You try it. It seems like I find the right one only if I try the other fifty first," the young man cursed.
"Here, let me do it," Stella said, taking the keys away from him. She squinted in the darkness looking closely at the keys in her hand. Finally she picked one out and pushed it into the keyhole. It went in and the door clicked.
"O.K. All's well that ends well, as somebody once said."
"Yeah, but I don't see why I can never open this stupid door," he retorted with ruffled masculine pride.
"Sssshhhhh!" Stella said, motioning with her hand for him to be quiet. "You'll wake all the neighbors," she whispered sweetly.
"O.K.," he answered.
Stella climbed up ahead of him and George looked up at the svelte figure of his fiancee as she took the stairs one by one. His eyes rolled over the smooth surface of her lovely slender legs, from the talons of her high-heel shoes to the very folds of her sensually swaying buttocks. Stella's little bikini panties flashed momentarily in the dim light, and he noted that they barely managed to conceal the full promising roundness of her buttocks. George laughed to himself thinking how smart it was of the first chivalrous gentleman to propound the commandment of "ladies first". Indeed, from the advantageous angle he found himself now, Stella's long tapered legs were revealed from trim ankles to the top of her nylon stockings and the white naked flesh above. Naturally, the short skirt helped, he thought, as the slit up between the legs opened and closed with each step she took, giving his wild imagination a chance to run wild.
George liked to watch her like that: Her hips swaying unconsciously, her long blonde hair swinging loosely from side to side, and her ripe young body rocking as she clambered up to the steps to her small apartment. It made her whole figure dance rhythmically to the pace of her agile feet. And it made him glad, more than ever, to know that she was his now and soon forever. It had been more than luck, he thought, maybe fate had put a lovely, intelligent and sensitive girl like Stella in his path. His eyes continued to wander up and down her legs, and he noticed that the flimsy underwear gave the most tempting view of the crevice separating her smooth undulating buttocks. Unconsciously, he swallowed a large gulp of air as his mouth began to salivate. It was always like that.
Stella stopped at the third landing and quickly opened the door to her private world. They were welcomed by Mu, Stella's Siamese cat. She picked him up and caressed his sleek beige fur and looked deeply into his bright blue eyes.
"Did you miss me, Mu?" And the cat, as if understanding the question, rubbed his triangular face and long spidery whiskers against Stella's high cheek bones.
"Come on, George. Say something to Mu," she urged her fiance.
"Hi, Mu," he said, complying, and raised his hand to pat the feline creature cuddled in Stella's bosom. But the Siamese, sensing a rival, hissed venemously.
"Oh, Mu! That's not nice," Stella said in a scolding tone, raising the cat high above her head.
"Never mind. It's mutual hate," George murmured.
He took a couple of steps and slumped down on the living room sofa. His eyes surveyed the apartment. It was decorated in shades of orange, yellow and rust which gave it a cozy glow at night under the artificial light. The furniture was simple, giving the illusion of more space than there actually was. All in all, it had a sort of Japanese tinge to it that always made him feel as if he were entering a foreign and exotic place. The apartment also hinted of the other side of Stella - the passionate and exciting side that he'd begun to uncover several months ago. It was like a hidden spring beneath all her efficient executive secretary training. He watched her move about so gracefully while she prepared their usual night cap. With her long, silky blonde hair and faintly blushing skin, she looked very Scandinavian. He looked at his own dark complexion and thought of "Beauty and the Beast".
"Okay, big man, here's your Scotch" she said, handing over a short, heavy glass with two clinking ice cubes. He stretched out his hand, but instead of taking the glass, he stroked her arm and felt the smoothness of her warm velvety flesh.
As usual, his fingers transmited tingles of excitement up to the pleasure center of his brain. He could almost feel every hair in his arm rise to attention as his hand gently stroked the softness of her. He made no attempt to take the glass and was not even aware of Stella's knowing smile as she looked down at his dreamy far-off glance. He concentrated only on the pleasure of her warmness, and his fingers lingered on while his mind floated in the forming clouds of desire.
His body was a turbulent mass of nerves, and he knew that once the vapors of lust started his veins boiling there would be nothing on earth that could stop it except the woman before him.
"No more of that until you hear what I've been trying to tell you all night, lover," Stella said, pushing the cold glass into his hand and moving to a safe distance. She knew his habits well enough to take precautionary methods if she wanted a serious discussion - otherwise, there'd be no discussion at all.
"All right, what's so important that you can't even come close to tell me about it," he answered, shocked by the coldness of the icy glass she had calmly shoved into his hand.
"Simple. Next week I'll be going out of town with my boss for seven days to this plush estate the company puts up for its executives when they need to relax," she said in one breath so that he could not interrupt her.
"What! All week long?" he said in a loud voice.
"Sssshhh! The neighbors," she whispered.
"The hell with the neighbors. Why the hell does your boss want to take you along if he's going to 'relax'? Huh?" he asked angrily. "Maybe he plans to 'relax' with you," he added with a jealous - almost hurt - glance at her.
"Oh, George. How can you say that!" Stella reproached him.
"I'm sorry, honey. But I can't see why the hell he has to take you along," he said. "And whoever heard of a company setting up a country club just for its executives? What do they call it anyway, Happy Acres? Can't see my company doing anything like that. They don't even have an executive washroom."
Dear, dear George. He thought he knew everything there was to know about companies large or small, since he'd worked in both kinds. After college, for a year, he'd been in the sales training program of the Mammoth Compusystems Corporation. Then, claiming he could sell anything after that and that he didn't really like computer hook-up systems anyway, and wasn't advancing fast enough into the company, he'd joined the very tiny Magline Company which manufactured airplane parts. After two years he was assistant sales manager there, so Stella guessed he must be very smart; but sometimes he acted as if whatever he didn't approve of couldn't possibly be any good. It could be really exasperating!
"Darling, really . . . they go to relax, yes: But the work has to go on. There will be meetings, dictations, letters to write and a million other things to do. Understand?" she said emphatically.
"Let's put it this way: I understand, but I don't like it. Basically because I don't trust these big shots, Stella. Specially one from a big company like yours," he said truthfully.
The beautiful young secretary moved over to the bar and started mixing another set of drinks.
She had known all along that this was going to be his reaction to the news. He had a jealous nature, though he would never admit to it. George considered himself too urbane to be a typically jealous man, but Stella, who knew him better in many ways than he knew himself, was very conscious of this jealous streak. She had never given him cause or provocation, but there were times when a dark fire clouded his eyes if he caught another man looking at her in any way other than brotherly. This was one of the things she loved about him - it was part of his Italian heritage that had remained undiluted even after three generations and a college education.
George was watching every movement of Stella's body as she stood at the bar making the drinks. His brow furrowed and his eyes clouded with worry as he thought of another man having Stella around for seven days, twenty-four hours a day. It was too much. What if the bastard was an old fogey lecher with better ideas for Stella than writing letters. The thought made his teeth grind. He had heard enough in his work about the men behind the big desks and how they used the women around them, passing them about as if they were candy to be tasted. He had complete trust in Stella; the one he didn't trust was the "boss".
Stella finished making the drinks and returned to the sofa, leaning over to give George a kiss as she handed him his drink. Her silky blonde hair fell forward and tickled his cheeks as she pressed her wetly parted lips down on his. Automatically his eyes followed the curve of her body down to the soft whiteness of the breasts that surged up from her dress. He could only see the beginning of the deep valley that separated the two mounds of firm white flesh, and he couldn't help but think of how many times his tongue had explored that deep gulley. He could almost taste the slight saltiness of the buried skin and smell the musky animal aroma that mingled with the perfume she splashed all over her body. The combination made his nostrils flare. Stella smelled like a real woman, he thought. There was nothing of the sterile, disinfected odor he had so long associated with other women. When he and Stella made love and she perspired, it was a musky, exciting, human smell, and he loved it. It was part of that mysterious and exotic side of her that he was slowly discovering, like an untapped mine full of precious stones that shone only under special light
"... so you see he's not that type of a man at all... " she said, looking directly into his eyes.
"Mmmmhhmmm," George said, trying to hide the fact that he had not been listening at all to what she was saying. His mind wandered off to remote corners of the past while Stella was explaining about her employer.
"Besides, he's one of the first bosses I've ever had who is truly fair with his staff. For example if someone is late, but couldn't call, he doesn't scold them or anything. He just takes their excuse and says he accepts whatever apologies and just 'never mind' or 'I understand' or something like that."
"Well, that's only natural for a man who has to deal with unpredictable females .. . what could he say," George mocked.
"Say what you like, but I still think that is really generous of him," she retorted and went to sit down on a short sofa opposite him.
His eyes followed her movements, concentrating on each one as if by sheer willpower he could delay the actions and study them better. Her firm round buttocks held his gaze as she sat down. They formed two neat little semicircles as they pushed down on the sofa and burrowed halfway in the foam cushion. That simple act took George back many months to when Stella had first sat on his lap and he had felt for himself on his own bones how the two fleshy mounds of her buttocks sank down and molded themselves to his hard thighs. His hand had grazed her hips accidentally at first; then growing more confident, his fingers had searched under the silky dress she wore and had begun to probe the closely guarded secrets of her femininity. George salivated unconsciously as he remembered how his fingers had caressed the beginning of the warm crevice leading down to her tightly puckered anus. He let his fingers parade up and down as far as they could go, touching, teasing and exciting, and Stella had not protested. His free hand rested lightly on her thighs, and he could feel the contradictory tightness of the muscles beneath her invitingly soft skin. His palm had felt clammy with sweat, but it quickly dried as he rubbed it back and forth over her nylon encased thigh. He pinched her teasingly and she giggled at his boldness, so he kept on massaging her tantalizing smooth leg. Yet at that time he still had no idea of how lovely the skin actually was, or of what heavenly delights it held in store for him.
"Are you listening?" Stella suddenly interrupted his reverie.
"Yes, of course," he said quickly.
"I could swear you were a million miles away," she said, looking questioningly into his eyes.
Stella wasn't quite reassured by George's answer, but she knew better than to test him. It had happened several times before and he had used each time to his advantage: Pretending to be furious he would say, - "I'll teach you a lesson, my little lady." Then he would brusquely carry her off to the bedroom while she kicked and struggled to get free. They would fight it out on the bed, but the more she resisted the more he liked it. His face would loom over her and his mouth would plant itself like a clamp on her lips while the rest of his strong hard body pushed savagely down on her, restraining her movements until they were nothing but mere quiverings. Then, without a pause his hands would root insistently under the hem of her skirt until they found the softness of her inner thighs. His fingers would linger there gently squeezing the tender flesh while maddenly wet lips and tongue played teasingly with her ears, cheeks and mouth until finally her tightly closed legs relaxed and her body began to respond. Slowly, inch by inch, her legs would spread apart, but still George would make no new moves - only whispered lewd words in her ear. He would keep her like this for what seemed an eternity until, when Stella was unable to contain herself any longer, she grabbed the hand that lay so tantalizingly between her thighs and placed it on her eagerly throbbing vaginal mound. His experienced fingers trailed down the hair-lined, wetly heated furrow to the screaming mouth of her cunt. Stella knew perfectly well what would happen after that and she never regretted it, but tonight she wanted to talk to George seriously, and if she let him start any of that, there'd be no time for discussing her trip.
"Anyway, as you well know, there's this big deal the company wants to get through in the next two weeks. I don't know exactly what's involved, but it has something to do with the production of movies," Stella said, flicking her long blonde hair behind her with a quick twist of her head.
"Movies! I thought your company was involved with insurance and real estate. What's this thing with movies, now?" George suddenly leaped out of his dream world.
"Well, you know how it is. I don't know. Something about renting land for sets in this part of the country," she said.
"Oh, I see," George mumbled in a voice so low Stella hardly heard it, as his mind drifted back again to some months earlier.
He could just see her on that secluded beach front. The day was nice and warm, but the water was still too cold to swim and so they just lay next to each other on the sand with the hot summer sun lulling them and drugging then-bodies. He remembered the smell of her skin as it baked in the sun and the painfully throbbing erection he got when he glanced at her voluptuous, almost naked body. It had been very early in their relationship and he hadn't dared to do anything except turn and try to hide the enormous bulge beneath the flimsy material of his trunks. His long rigid penis seemed to bury itself relentlessly in the sand. He didn't know what to do. Then Stella turned on her side to face him, and one of her proud young breasts sprang out accidentally from behind her brassiere. He stared incredulously at it while his lust-swollen cock wormed itself deeper into the warm sand. Was Stella pretending to ignore the fact of her nakedly exposed breast with its swelling pink bud' pointing straight into his eyes ... or was she really unaware that she was driving him wildly insane. Anyway, George lay there, unable to move or to tear his eyes away from the mouth-watering sight, propped up on his elbows until his entire body shook with raging, uncontrollable desire. Unable to withhold a groan, he let his head fall sideways, and his wetly trembling lips locked on the mocking red nipple that had so mercilessly taunted him.
Stella flinched at his sudden attack, but made no effort to pull away. He sucked wetly and noisily, nibbling with a growing hunger and excitement as he buried his face in the fleshy valley between her breasts and smelled her sun tan oil and the incredibly arousing odor of her perspiration. Groaning louder, he pushed his nose inside the cup of her brassiere and his mouth found the second lushly ripened breast, still cool from its cover and as yet unexcited. It didn't take long for the tiny pink nipple to grow rigidly erect as his tongue licked it over and over, wetly caressing it and causing it to quiver back and forth. He simply had not been prepared for anything like this; even though he had been dreaming about it for some nights . .. and in the excitement of feeling her come alive under him, his cock buckled! It gave out on him! He wanted to scream in anger as that first spurt of impatient sperm spewed into his trunks and drained into the sand. His wildly jerking cock continued to spew and the jets of cum that followed were easier as they wringed his body from one end to the other with twists of pleasure. Then he felt the sand-covered head of his penis retreating like a tortoise into its shell. George felt himself spent and exhausted as, with a long sigh, he unfastened his hungrily sucking lips for the first time from Stella's quivering young breast. He felt at once embarrassed and relieved, and just lay flat on his chest until the sand absorbed all the moistness of his cum and he could sit upright again.
Stella had not said a word the whole time, but when he sat up and faced her, she said plainly: "Do you feel better?"
He just nodded and when he looked up again, she was smiling as if a great pressure had been removed. It was then he realized that she had not known how to react. Had he had more presence of mind and given her a little guidance, he could have had whatever he wanted from her. That was the most important lesson he learned - he was the man and she would follow his lead. If he failed to take the lead, it would always end like this, with his hot cum being swallowed by dry sand instead of her moistly clasping womb.
After that day he always made the first approach ... if she refused, it was all right and he never felt hurt. But sometimes, he learned, she would refuse at first... and keep resisting all the while she was becoming aroused and wanting to yield to him. This was also part of the game. He would coax her a little, insistently teasing her neck and ears with his tongue, lightly running his hand over her neck and ears with his tongue, lightly running his hand over her firmly rounded breasts and up between her thighs. Soon she was trembling and begging him to do what he wanted with her. It had been that way the first time he'd tried to suck her down there, in her sweet little pussy.
God! He had been dying to have it like that in his mouth for a long time, but he didn't know how she would react. The thought drove him mad at nights, and in his dreams he would conjure up the most tempting scenes - always of Stella sitting on a couch and with a wanton smile on her lips asking him to do her "a favor". Then to his amazement she would open her long lithe legs very slightly, enough for him to see she was wearing nothing under her short skirt. She would motion with her finger for him to kneel down before her, and then before his feverish eyes she would seductively raise her skirt until her full firm thighs showed naked before him and the curtain of flesh that concealed her succulent little cunt would open as her legs voluntarily spread further apart. In his dream he was, himself, expertly tucking his fingers under the fleshy hair-lined cuntal lips and gently spreading them aside to expose the coral richness of her wetly heated pussy. He saw himself teasing her little pink clitoris with his forefinger and thumb as he watched with delight the tortured expression of passion on her face. He would keep it up until she was loudly begging him to suck it, to eat her. Even in his dream he moved in slow motion. His lips and tongue would zero in on the hotly pulsing clitoris and begin to wetly massage it as she shrieked out her pleasure. But not until her shapely white thighs began wildly quivering on each side of his head would he move his taunting tongue from her throbbing red nerve bud to the clutching mouth of her cunt. Then he would plunge his tongue deeply into her wetly dilating crevice feeling her body stiffen and her hips lunge up to meet his mouth. His long wet tongue would make obscene sucking noises as he slithered it in and out of her shamelessly gyrating cunt, staining his face with her vaginal secretions and swallowing her richness until her whole body shook uncontrollably . . . and then with a long, low moan she would cum. Every time he woke up after this dream he found himself wet with his own seminal fluid, and would have to get up, cursing, to change his shorts. It was like being fourteen again and having wet dreams every night. But he couldn't help it! He was obsessed with Stella and his need to taste her cunt.
When it actually happened for real, it was nothing like the dream. Stella certainly didn't act like any Mata Hari. If anything, she was evasive and even adamant, and George had to work hard at convincing her to close her eyes and let him take over. He wouldn't have been able to do it without the help of some liquor - he had found out that a little Scotch made Stella bolder and less inhibited. So he owed his triumph partly to trickery. In the end it didn't matter because of the real triumph he scored with her: She had loved it and ever since, oral sex had become part of their love routine, if it could ever be called routine.
It had been on their regular Saturday night at the movies, but unlike the other nights they had stopped at a local bar and had a couple of drinks. They had joked and laughed together and he had felt bolder than ever. Tonight had to be the night, he thought, and it excited him. The walk up to her third-floor apartment seemed interminable and he impatiently pushed her ahead of him. Once inside the door and still in the dark, George grabbed her and felt her sensually ripened body melt against his strong chest. His hands roamed freely over her voluptuousness, feeling every exciting curve, every fleshy hill and valley. Pressed between the wall and his chest, Stella didn't protest, only mumbled slightly drunkenly as his hands explored her. He was so hot that his impatiently throbbing cock jerked in his pants, but his tongue was even wilder in desire. Unable to hold on any longer he carried her across the room in the dark to the corner couch and sat her before him. Her dress had a tight skirt and to squeeze himself between her knees he had to raise the skirt. When Stella felt his hands moving stealthily up the sides of her thighs she tried shifting her weight to prevent any further advance. But nothing could contain him that night. He was wild with passion and the lust engendered by his fingers as they felt the warmness of her naked inner thighs drove him into greater frenzy. When his hand finally reached the elastic leg bands of her panties Stella put down her hands and moved her head sideways negatively, repeating only one sentence: "We can't. We can't."
He would always remember how he had finally persuaded her liquor-dazed mind. He reassured her and promised that he would do nothing she disliked, but by that time he already had her dress bunched up around her hips. She had refused again, but he kept talking soothingly, relaxingly while his hands slowly and gently tugged her little white nylon panties down. Pulling them from under her softly rounded buttocks, while feeling the tantalizing closeness of her pussy, was sheer torture for him, but he had kept doggedly on until the panties came down to her knees. He couldn't see well, but it didn't matter. The smell of her warmly waiting cunt, acrid and sweet and only inches away made his nostrils flare wantonly. It was then he pulled her forward by her hips so that his body could wedge itself between her knees. He whispered on her mouth something to the effect of "close your eyes and let me take over. I won't harm you." He didn't wait for an answer and just simply pulled her forward by the waist so that the velvety wet "vee" of her warmly perfumed pussy was poised at the edge of the couch.
He was panting like a dog as his trembling hands anxiously parted the softly curling pubic hair and spread her fleshy cuntal lips. His face fell hungrily forward and his tongue speared out to jab at the gleaming pink tip of her excitedly throbbing clitoris. Stella jumped nervously, but George's strong hands on her hips held her in place while his expertly probing tongue violated the wet sanctity of her pussy. His tongue lashed up and down her grinding cuntal crevice, feeling the moist velvet warmth from her tiny bulging clitoris to the hotly pulsing mouth of her vagina. Stella's eyes were closed now in rapture, and her long hair fell away from her slender neck as her head rotated uncontrollably. She was moaning low and deep and sucking in her breath every time she felt his tongue pass wetly over and around her sensitive clitorial bud. His tongue began searching for the naturally sucking warmth of her tight little pussy. Stella's legs trembled involuntarily at the side of his head as the hot tip of his tongue pushed tentatively into her excitedly pulsating vagina.
Tasting for the first time what he'd been dreaming about for weeks, George was seized with a delirium that far surpassed his dreams, and he immediately shoved the length of his tongue as far as it would go into the squirming wet cunt before him. He opened his lust-dazed eyes and dimly saw Stella's pink little clitoris and her curling blonde pussy hairs tickling and curling around his nose. His tongue worked gluttonously around in the smooth cuntal walls, and his mouth made lewd sucking sounds as he attempted to pull in her inner juices. His painfully throbbing cock jerked and lunged in his pants at each of Stella's long low moans of rapture, and he shuffled further forward on his knees wanting to get even closer to her hot furnace of lust. On and on he went, giving her no peace ... until with a shrill cry of wanton pleasure she grabbed his head convulsively and began cumming. Her building hot orgasm burned itself into his impatiently plunging tongue and he sucked in every savory drop of her cum. His hand left her hip and dropped quickly to milk his rock hard penis and he came gushing, soaking his shorts and his pants. Ah . . . yes .. . that had been the first night...
Unaware that he. was smiling in recollection and that a noticeable bulge had developed below his zipper, George caressed the lewd picture that hung in his mind. Stella brought him suddenly back to reality with a tender kiss on his ear and a repeated question:
"Well, does that satisfy you?"
"Hardly", he answered sarcastically, referring to his dream and not at all to the long explanation she had just wound out to justify her absence on company business the following week.
"What?" She said, looking a little startled.
"Just what I said... 'the Hell it does, honey'."
With that, George jumped up from the couch and rushed menacingly toward her. Stella recoiled instinctively backward - not that she had any intention of fighting him. After all, she had been looking forward to a nice end to their date - and there was nothing better than going to bed together, but his sudden jump and threatening look momentarily took her aback.
This always amused and excited George. It was funny that after months of knowing each other intimately she could still be surprised by his moves. It was like playing cat and mouse every time he wanted to make love, even if they went at it for two days in a row. He liked the game because there was nothing that disgusted him more than making love as if it were a routine thing. He liked to come on strong each time, and tonight it would be no different.
He strode slowly up to her, giving Stella a few seconds to recover from her first reaction. But still she stood as if frozen by the intense look in his eyes. To her he was both Svengali and common horny sailor, and the awesome mixture at once frightened her and made her blood churn and her legs quiver with excitement.
His attitude now was dominating and possessive; he was looking her over, sizing her up, scrutinizing every plane and curve of her ripe young body. His look made Stella feel like a whore being eyed on the street, and at first she blushed, but then she drew herself up straight to face him. A quick toss of her head threw her long blonde hair loosely back over her shoulders, accentuating her magnificently rounded breasts and the proudly held arch in her back. Her right hand was clenched in a fist and lodged in the curve of her waist as Stella shifted her position to give a better view of the entire length of her incredibly long legs. By God, if he wanted a whore, he was going to get one! Let him look her over and want her as badly that his balls ached. Just let him look!
"How much?" he whispered tersely in her ear.
"That depends on what you have to offer," she answered with almost the perfect impersonal hauteur of the professional street walker.
Not bad, he thought, as he pulled her left hand. The girl is handling herself like a top notch pro. He pulled one of her hands down to his zipper and pressed it harshly to his already throbbing cock.
"How's that for size, baby?"
The prim young secretary was nearly thrown off her course as she felt the familiar hardness of his warmly pulsating penis against her hand. It was always like this: Stiff and bulging in his pants, as if he couldn't wait one more minute to ram it into her. Now she could even feel it growing directly under her fingers, stretching the material of his pants leg. The question had been unnecessary. She knew his size very well, especially when he was deep inside her, jerking and leaping like a wild animal stretching every inch of her ecstatically quivering cuntal walls. But she had to keep the game up. She really wanted to see how it would end. After all, she had played the chicken, the innocent, the surprised, even the raped, but she had never played the "connoisseur" before. The thought excited her as she remembered stories she had heard about prostitutes and what some men made them do.
She remembered one particular story that had shocked her when she first heard it, and its depravity had left it embedded in her memory. She had overheard it from a couple of half-drunken men talking in a booth next to hers while she was waiting for George at their usual bar. The men weren't talking very softly, and what had first caught her attention were the expressions they were using - "pussy" and "twat" and "slit" and "cunt". Although shocked and disturbed, she couldn't help but listen as they talked about picking up a woman at a friend's party and deciding to fuck her in their car. They'd made her lie on her stomach over the front seat so that half her body was on the rear seat and the other half hung lightly onto the front. In that position one had rammed his cock into her pussy from behind and the other had had himself sucked at the same time, both in relative comfort. Stella remembered how they had laughed saying they had fucked the bitch silly. Stella wondered if $20 had been enough for the effort.
The incident raced in a flash through Stella's mind, but now she still stood there with her hand pressed against George's loins and his question hanging unanswered in the air. How was that for size: It was great for size, but the little would be prostitute knew that she had to answer without seeming to be conscious of it. She had known it the minute he asked, as if a thousand generations of women raised their heads inside her to give her the reply.
"Well, shall we give it a try," she answered him finally and offhandedly with an assumed air of generosity she knew would arouse every fiber in his body.
His eyes flashed instantly with the fury of the slighted conqueror and then narrowed with determination. His normally full lips paralleled themselves like razor edges, but instead of speaking, he swept Stella up in one motion and quickly carried her into the bedroom as if she weighed nothing. He didn't bother to turn on the light when he came in and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. There was more than enough light coming from the living room for him to see what he wanted to see. Stella fell where her fiance.dropped her, bouncing up off the mattress and rolling on her side to keep from falling off. Her short dress had slid up her thighs, showing clearly the enticing smoothness of her long naked legs. But by this time George was beyond reflecting over Stella's build; he needed meat now to calm his animal rage ... and he knew just exactly where that warmly pulsating meat was located. But first he was going to play this game right. With a whore you didn't have to be loving or gentle; they were paid for their job and time was money for them. He was going to see how good a prostitute she could be for him. He waited until she turned her face to him and then slowly undid his zipper and took his long thick cock from behind the cloth wall that had held it tame until now.
"O.K. baby, give it a big, fat chance, and suck it," he smirked at her with contempt.
Stella was taken aback by his rough manner and by the wildly throbbing penis that stretched out in front of her, only inches from her suddenly uncertain face. He stood defiantly before her, his hips poised forward to give a better leverage to the blue-veined cock which stood stiffly out in front of him. She blinked at the spear of flesh, almost in non-recognition, trying to regain her composure. It didn't work. She could sense his impatience, and if she didn't act fast the whole thing might end right there. She didn't want that. She wanted to show him she could be his whore whenever he wanted. But for that she had to have him moaning at her feet with desire ... suddenly she was slithering down in the bed. Her hand stretched out to encircle his massively heated shaft and to stroke the loose foreskin slowly up and down as she sat up on the bed before him. Her hand never stopped its tormenting massage and George, involuntarily began to move his hips in rhythmic cadence to her manipulations.
Stella heard him suck his breath sharply as she lowered her head, her tiny pink tongue popping out to-flick its tip into the small wet slit at the top of the blood-inflated head. She saw his muscles contract and stiffen as she tantalizingly brought her wetly ovalled lips down... down... enclosing his sensitive hardness in a moist, warm pressure.
With the corner of her eye she watched his hands clenching involuntarily into a fist as her lips tightened about the lust-swollen cock-head. She let the warm moistness of her mouth caress the pulsing tip, and then her tongue began laving the underside of the knobby head. She worked her tongue wetly over him, imprisoning him beyond her ovally sucking lips so that he could not escape the pleasure.
"Oh God!" George heard himself moan, against his will, at the pleasure chills that were running up and down his excitedly trembling body.
Stella smiled at the manly groan and kept bobbing her face up and down the thick shaft of his cock as her hands dropped to cup and massage the soft, velvety skin of his balls; while with the other she pinched gently with thumb and forefinger at the base of his pulsating penis. Without a break she began to suck steadily, rhythmically up and down with a little twisting motion of her swirling tongue on the upstroke. She flicked it maddeningly in and around its tiny hole until she felt his loins tense under the strain of trying to keep under control. She was winning, she thought. Winning with top honors and the sucking noises she herself made began to excite her own body, lighting a tiny fire up between her legs.
She began to suck a little harder, nipping now and then with her small white teeth. Now George couldn't contain the grunts of delight coming from his mouth. He was almost beyond himself when she reached out for his buttocks bringing his loins tighter to her face. Her tongue now began slashing furiously at his pulsating hardness as he watched his wetly glistening cock appear, then disappear into her tightly compressed lips. He could see the pink ridges of her lips being pulled from her mouth as her lips tightly clung to the thick shaft of his cock. The hot breath from her nostrils taunted the hairs of his balls as she lowered her head absorbing his long, throbbing penis into her gluttonous throat. .. bobbing up and down, up and down . . . sucking madly . . . and massive spirals of churning pressure began to build in his cum-filled balls as he stiffened. Now he knew he was lost and putting his hands to the sides of her sweating temples he thrust his cock up at her, driving it even further into her moistly sucking mouth.
"Oh, Jeeeessssuuuuss, my Lord!" he moaned, babbling more incoherent words as he clenched his teeth and drew his lips back savagely because . . . because ... he felt his sperm-bloated balls ready to explode and let the foaming male liquid spurt forth from his aching cock head. It was time... it was time now ... he was going to cum right in the hungry sucking mouth that had milked him completely of will power until he was nothing more than a mass of lust quivering flesh in her hands.
He groaned gutturally: "Aaaaaaggghhh!"
His throat and mouth were dry as his pumping balls began to force the hot white sperm in wild jerking spurts up in long streams, causing her cheeks to bloat and hollow as she swallowed rapidly the thick deluging gushes to keep from choking. He wound his hands in her hair as she continued to suck frantically while he shot his hot load of semen into her throat. .. clutching at her head . . . finally locking his fingers behind it and thrusting his massively spewing cock even further and further into her soft warm mouth. Until at last he was empty.
He let her go free so she could catch her breath, but she continued to suck, gently now as his finally spent rod grew limp against her tongue and she hungrily lapped the last drop from its retreating tip.
George stood for a few seconds before he felt his knees buckle under him and he let his body fall sideways across his fiancee onto the bed. Stella crawled up beside him and kissed him wetly and passionately on the lips, sensuously running her tongue over his teeth and into his mouth as if exploring and discovering, for the first time, all its hidden recesses.
"How much?" he said sighing.
"Nothing, that was on the house," she laughed knowing she had her handsome fiance wrapped around her finger. "Free sample."
"Where did you learn, that, anyway?" he asked, looked at her askance.
"MMMmmmmm, the school of life, sir, the school of life," she said mock-seriously, adding: "Did you like it?"
"Like it? Christ, can't you see I melted right in your mouth?"
He was telling the truth, too. But what he was keeping quiet was that he still intended to show her who the master was around the house, even if she did have him for the time being. In fifteen minutes his body would recuperate all its energies and he would fuck her like a bull, and then there would be no question in her mind. But right now he had to rest... a little anyway. This fiancee of his was really amazing, constantly surprising him - she'd shown real talent for cock sucking just now - and the thought excited him all over again. It was nice to know ... it was another of her mysterious sides. He wondered how many more fascinating sides he would discover in her, in his lifetime, and for the first time he realized that the thought of sharing the rest of his life with this one woman did not disturb him in the least. On the contrary, for the first time he admitted to himself that such a project would be nothing but rewarding. A girl like Stella was worth her weight in gold. But a dark cloud passed over these sunny thoughts, obscuring them: What about that bastard of her boss? What did he really want her for? He still didn't trust the idea of having Stella away from him a whole week, escorted only by a man. It all sounded so fishy. He turned around to face her and found her lying naked beside him.
My God! He had gone to sleep or had been daydreaming while this beautiful creature had undressed and lay waiting patiently for him. What a coarse ass he was, he thought, and all other ideas vanished from his head as he looked at her lushly ripened bociy.
His hand stretched out and caressed lightly, but very lightly, the tip of her nipple. She looked at him and smiled:
"Awake and rested?"
"And ready," he answered firmly.
He made no move as she unbuckled his belt, opened the waist and pulled apart his pants. Then her warm little hand slid inside and disentangled his rapidly awakening cock from his shorts so she could maneuver it freely. He was already hard, just from looking at her naked beside him, and at her velvet touch his penis jerked in surprise and excitement. Her hand began a soft, slow massage drawing the heavy foreskin back and forth, up and down, until George gave a little groan, and he looked down to see the tiny drops of lubricating fluid that oozed from the tip in his mounting lust.
Lord, he couldn't wait this time. He was going out of his mind. He had to take his clothes off and get at her. Jumping up, he kicked off his clothes almost frantically and then he was naked on the bed with her, kneeling between her widespread thighs. His wetly heated lips were all over her face, her breasts, her nipples, and back again to her mouth, open now and gasping with pleasure. He sank his tongue through her wetly parted lips as his hands kneaded her desire-swollen breasts and explored her naked young body as if he had never touched her before. She reacted by sucking his tongue and nibbling at it with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running up and down his spine. He felt her eagerly undulating under him, and he knew she was ready. But he wanted her to ask for it, to acknowledge him as master, so he kept massaging her soft warm breasts and kissing her while pressing his cock savagely against her thighs. He kept it on and on . .. until. ..
"Oh George . .. darling . . . please I need you," she pleaded as her hands ran over his body kneeling between her widespread legs. But he still made no move and in desperation she lifted herself suddenly, raising both of them while she moved her arms around beneath her nakedly trembling buttocks and with both hands spread her soft, fleshy vaginal lips more open to him, allowing a teasing contact with her wet, sensitive cuntal flesh. Then, she dropped back onto the bed, his thick throbbing member caught tightly between the velvet flesh of her thighs.
George let his body feel the pleasure of her surrender as she began a slow rhythmic undulation beneath him. She would beg him, he knew. And in his mind he could already feel the soft but powerful muscles of her thighs gripping at his buttocks when he buried his long rod of hot flesh into her tight little cunt.
The beautiful young secretary moaned and eagerly thrust her belly up against his as he worked his hands beneath her to grasp the fullness of her naked buttocks. He felt her hot breath come in shorter gasps as he used his full cock length to tease her moistly throbbing pussy slit, now growing hotter and wetter with each passing stroke . . . She began to grind her hips faster and faster under him until at last her legs jerked to his sides opening the small pulsating entrance to her cunt in lewd invitation.
"Oh darling. . . please, fuck me, fuck me now..." she whined.
That was all he had been waiting for! George, unable to hold back any longer, suddenly thrust forward with his hips and felt his pulsating cock-head slide into the wetly grasping mouth of her tight young cunt.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!" she cried under him, amazed at the tightness of her own moistly ready passage. The momentary discomfort faded immediately and she flexed her cuntal muscles time and time again against his rock-hard cock until a grunt of delight came from his throat.
The bitch was still teasing him. Well, this ought to take care of her, he thought! Suddenly he thrust wildly, sending his long aching cock up into her warmly clasping cunt with the force of a bull and hearing her shriek in a combination of pain and rapture. Viciously, he pounded his thick shaft deeper each time while the hot slippery flow of her lubricating juices eased the way with each plunge. Abruptly the lust-swollen head of his heavy cock bounced off her cervix, and his sperm-laden balls slapped lewdly against the upturned cheeks of her ass. She whimpered and twisted in a moment of pain as the pulsing head of his penis flexed deep inside her vagina.
But the young secretary's cry of pain only incited him to ram harder into her, and he ground his massive cock and pelvis tighter into her loins. She moaned with short little whining sounds as she lay in total subjugation and helplessness beneath the thick impaling rod. He lifted himself to his elbows and looked down with satisfaction at her passion-contorted face, and a feeling a power filled him. He looked at her and knew he was master of his house, of his bed, and of his woman.
Stella, now accustomed to the deeply embedded shaft, strained up against him as he began to grind harder into her moistly heated vagina. She tightened and released her legs around him as she started to work up and down his pistoning cock until they established a rhythm. They fucked now in unison! She let her body rock wantonly as her head tossed from side to side in wild abandon and felt the wild pleasure almost driving her insane.
"Oh God! Oh, God!" she repeated over and over again as he fucked rhythmically into the wet walls of her hungry young cunt, his hotly throbbing hardness probing the very depths of her being.
George, himself, was agonizing under the intense pleasure as she opened her legs to the fullest, so that he might have greater access to her wildly excited pussy. Suddenly he sensed his cock swelling, growing and expanding within her tight little cunt until he thought the already-stretched walls of her pussy could not possibly contain him. An incredible pressure began building rapidly in his cum-filled balls as they smacked time and time again against the upturned, quivering cheeks of her ass. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer ... he'd lose his mind ... and he began fucking into her with longer, harder strokes, feeling the warm satiny walls of her wetly clasping cunt dilating as he grew. She gripped his hips tight with her thighs as her heels beat a tattoo of urgency on his buttocks. He prayed that she was ready, because he couldn't take much more ... not much .. .
Suddenly Stella drew back her legs and worked them up over his shoulders, presenting him with the full hotly quivering plane of her vagina. She thrust up at him, offering her pussy to assault and use as he wished. Her nostrils flared and a near shriek escaped her lips, "Oh God! I'm cuuuummmmiiinnngg. I'mm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!"
"Yes, yes, come on, you bitch, cum . .. cum!" he said, his own breath coming in loud rasps as he fucked faster and faster into her hotly convulsing cunt, until at last with a loud grunt of pleasure he started spewing his white hot cum into her gratefully receiving womb.
"Oh, Jeeessssuuuuusss!" he groaned all the while his wildly jerking cock spurted out the milky liquid sperm into the furthermost depths of her cunt. Stella, in.the last convulsions and quiverings of her ecstasy, felt their warm juices mingling in the pit of her belly and she languidly closed her eyes in satisfaction.
Finally George collapsed on top of her, leaving his rapidly deflating cock lodged deep in her faintly twitching vaginal passage. There was no hurry. They went to sleep like that! Later on in the evening they got cold and huddled beneath the covers, close in each other's arms, until the light of late Sunday morning awoke them again.
Chapter Two
Monday mornings were usually a drag for Fred Rodgers. He felt tired from his boozing weekend and, frankly, from too much sex, although he never considered there could be too much of that. But this Monday was all together different, he thought to himself, as he stepped out of his elegant bachelor's apartment. First of all was the up coming week of rest and relaxation at the company's sumptuous "Comfort House", and second was a little package coming to him in the next half hour that promised good things. All in all he felt cheerful and in full command of his 30 years of age and young athletic body.
He locked his apartment, picked up his briefcase and overnight bag and headed straight for the elevator. While he waited, he examined his figure in the mirror of the opposite wall. He had black, slightly curly hair parted on the side, long sideburns, a well tanned and fairly handsome face, and a trim body of average height. All these qualities were complimented by his extremely meticulous and sharp dress. In the old days he would have been a dandy wearing laced cuffs and silk top hat; as a modern man he wore all the stripes and colors in fashion, but with the style and cut that only an expensive tailor could give. This ability to look "of class" was one of the things that had made his advancement in the company possible. He had risen in the short span of three years from house to house salesman to full executive, and at the age of 30 he was the youngest man to fill that position ever.
Yet, he smiled sarcastically at the mirror and thought that it didn't show the most important reason for his success. He was almost tempted to flip his zipper down and wag his long thick cock before the reflecting glass. His cock, he thought, was the most handsome part of his self and the foundation stone of his success. It was not out of proportion with his size, but it performed better than most others, and he could prove it. He had, in fact, done just that when he was a senior in college and won a bet by fucking three girls one after the other and cumming each time like a fresh stallion. Later on in life, his perpetual companion down there between his legs had been a tremendous asset in his door to door sales venture ... especially with the lonely or bored housewife. He laughed when he thought of how his balance sheet had looked in comparison to the other salesmen's - he was an instant success! So he moved rapidly up the corporate ladder, and in each position he had been helped considerably by his superlative penis. It did not take him long to learn that the best way to be noticed by his superiors was to be noticed first by their wives. He found that charming these sometimes empty headed ladies was no problem, and that fucking them was even easier. After that he applied a little pressure here and there, and soon he would be transfered with a promotion. So for three years he had been more than fairly active with his virilely talented penis and that, coupled with a natural business acumen had made him the boy wonder of the company.
The elevator took him down six floors and then onto the parking basement. He opened a late model car bearing the inscription and motto of the company. It had never occurred to him to buy a personal auto, especially when the company provided a new one every year and he could write it off his expense account. He dropped his baggage in the rear seat and drove off screeching his tires for fun. The wide boulevard facing his apartment took him to one of the main arteries of the residential section of town. He turned to it and went for about twenty blocks until he reached what was obviously the doctors' quarters - rich practicioners and specialists of all kinds. He parked and stepped out of the car, walking quickly towards a building with a large sign reading "Lawson Laboratories". The girl in the office seemed to recognize him, and she smiled politely as he asked, "I think I have a couple of records to pick up and a package as well, Miss ... "
"Moore. Yes, Mr. Rodgers just one minute," she said, stepping from behind her desk and disappearing into a side entrance.
Well, Miss Moore, you've got a nice pair of legs and tits, he thought. I'll keep you in mind if I ever have a lonely weekend.
She was gone a few seconds and reappeared with two files and a small package. She smiled again as she handed the bundle over, and he was disappointed to notice a gold tooth shining in her otherwise immaculate denture. He immediately struck her off his list of possibles and walked out after thanking her.
He fingered the package nervously on the way to the car, but did not open it. Instead he tucked it in the inner pocket of his jacket and walked faster, back to his car - in a hurry to get to the office. The morning traffic rush caught him downtown, and he had to sit and wait moving only a couple of feet at a time. When he finally reached the office's private parking lot, he was in a violent temper; but the minute he got into the air-conditioned building he cooled off and began greeting everybody in his usual friendly way. When he reached his office he looked for his secretary, but she was not in, so he left Ms bag and attache case on her desk and went on in to his private office.
Fred sat behind his large oak desk, drumming his fingers in impatience. Finally he could bear the self-imposed torment no longer, and his hand dipped into his pocket to withdraw the package. Suddenly his nervousness disappeared, and with the precision of a surgeon he unwrapped the package ... they were snapshots. His lips broke into a smile as he shuffled the dozen pictures, and his eyes seemed to dance with joy as he looked at each one in detail. For that he laid them on top of the desk one alongside the other so that they looked like a movie sequence. Again his eyes moved quickly over the pictures, and his lips bared back into a lewd smile of satisfaction. What he had in his possession had cost him a pretty bundle, but it was worthwhile.
He picked the first one up and exposed it to the light. It was the backside of a woman, completely naked, showing well formed, round buttocks, a small waist, and sensually curving thighs. Again his attention focused on the legs - he was a leg man - and her legs were lovely and long. The next photo was the same girl lying on a medical bed with her proud young breasts and hair-covered vaginal mound completely exposed. He took it all in, his hungry eyes glowing as he stared at her firm, flat belly and the outline of her rib cage. Then his eyes focused on the face, and his face was now lewdly grinning as he studied the pretty face of his well trained secretary ,.. STELLA!
The pictures were clinical, clean, and non-smeared. For that he had to thank the X-Ray technician who was a young ambitious man who would do anything for a buck. The contact had been made offhandedly by a good friend of his who was hung up on pornography. Later he found out that the photographer did his work out in a laboratory, when he checked it out he discovered that the same lab handled all the medical exams and testing of his company's new employees. Well, after that an anonymous caller explained to the X-Ray technician that he would be well paid for any "special jobs" on good "material" for the Hopkins Land and Investment Corporation. Since then Fred had received several packages of faces familiar around the company building. But nothing so far had ever matched the technical quality of Stella's pictures or the beauty of the "material". Another photo flashed before his eyes. It was similar to the one before: Stella lying naked on the medical table - but this time her legs were slightly spread apart. It showed, oh so clearly, the glossy fullness of her velvety little pussy and the gleaming pink slit between her fleshy vaginal lips. He could even see the very tip of her larger than normal clitoris. God, his mouth was already watering! She was a luscious dish and deserved a royal treament; that's why he had saved her up for the "rest and relaxation" of Comfort House. However, the pictures were a special treat before he actually embarked on the trip. A sort of an aperitif before a gourmet meal. He looked again at the picture and wondered how in the world the X-Ray technican managed to convince the girls to lay in such revealing positions. It was a mystery, but the man never failed to send him the most lewd shots he had ever seen. Actually the X-Ray technician was an artist! And to think he was working with completely innocent girls, who never suspected that they were being photographed when they supposedly were being X-rayed. Well, perhaps that was the secret of his success.
Here was another shot, half of Stella's voluptuously naked body only, but exquisite. Her proudly upthrust breasts had been photographed from an angle so that both could be seen, avoiding the flatness of a front shot. The man had made the picture so three dimensional that Fred involuntarily ran his finger over the breasts, thinking he could almost feel her erect little nipples. But the art of the shot was not only in exposing the beautiful fullness and roundness of her breasts, but in the position Stella had taken. Her arms were crossed over her head, and she obviously had just inhaled a large breath of air because her chest was expanded giving a marvelous lift to her softly glowing mounds. Not that they sagged, by any means! But her whole poise was so elegant that she looked like a ballet dancer. He imagined her dancing erotically in that position, and his eyes twinkled at the thought of her ripely swaying breasts and budding nipples. God! He ground his teeth in an impatient hunger, as his eagerly pulsating cock grew between his legs.
He fondled his lust-hardened penis gently as he looked at the next picture. This one, this one was unbelievable! Stella was kneeling on all fours on the table, and her legs were placed slightly apart, almost at the edge of the black stiff mattress. She was looking back towards the camera that had caught her smoothly rounded buttock in a position that looked like an invitation to fuck! Yes, indeed, Fred thought and clutched his long thick cock tighter through his pants. He couldn't have taken that shot; not ever in his life. He would have been there in two jumps, mounting and impaling her in one fast stroke, then he would let her have it. No woman should ever be allowed to kneel like that unless she was to be fucked ... it was such a waste! And he thought of the X-Ray technician and what a hard-on he must have had, but also what a miser he must be to pass up that opportunity for money when there was something as delectable as this a foot or so away. There were men and there were X-Ray technicians! He clutched his impatiently pulsating cock even harder, afraid it would try to jump up and look for itself as he examined in detail the photo. Her leg muscles were taut like velvet ropes, with not an ounce of fat on their firmness. Yet her hips were nicely rounded with enough natural padding to make them interesting. There was nothing he hated more than bony girls at the hips. Her thighs rose to meet the bottom edge of her smacking-good rump which was firm and round like a good fucking woman's should be. The two buttock cheeks were separated by a line at the top that opened gradually to show a dark crevice where her puckered little anus lay embedded. It went on to form the very "V" of her vaginal plane that lay nakedly open to his greedy eyes. What a gorgeous sight she was and to think . . . he'd be seeing it in live flesh as soon as they reached the company retreat!
He could see the pink ridges of her spreading pussy and the faint hole formed by the sparsely curling pubic hairs that covered the outer vaginal lips. Even in the coldness of the snapshot he could almost feel the warmth and wetness of her cunt, and he passed his finger up and down her slit as if he were actually stroking it. His cock was rock-hard now and the desire of its blood-filled head transmitted itself to the very tips of his itching fingers. How he would love to spread those sweet pussy lips apart with his thumbs and then let his finger slide up and down the moist little crack! The picture showed clearly the wet mouth of her vagina, that oval opening that undoubtedly held secret treasures for him. And it also revealed again the red peak of her clitoris; with a clitoris that size and so open, she would take no time to pick up steam if he could just lay his fingers on it. With one or two weeks, he would make it turn from bud to flower, and its mistress would love it so much she would whine with lust. Rubbing his cock a little faster now he could almost imagine how his outstretched middle finger would slide in and out of her wetly clutching cunt. He could even see how her nakedly grinding buttocks would wiggle as he ground his finger around inside pressing against the warm smooth walls . ..
Christ, he'd gotten wet! It was no use dreaming like that when the real thing was only next door; besides, he would have her whining like that in not too long. With this in mind, he stood up and took his hotly stiffened cock out into the cool conditioned air of the room. Without flinching an eye he pressed his obdurate member against the cold steel of the filing cabinet. The immediate shock almost made his hand recoil, but he kept it pressed there trapping the surprised penis to the cold wall. Slowly his inflated cock began to shrink back to normal size until it was no more than a third of what it had been before. Satisfied with his own self-control, he tucked his reluctantly wilted penis back to its place and sat once again behind the large desk. With one hand he collected all the photographs, covered them with the original wrapper, and tucked them back in his pocket. With that done he switched on the intercom . .. "Stella?" he said. "Yes sir," her sultry voice answered promptly.
"Please come in," he ordered and switched off.
Fred heard the knob turn and immediately lowered his gaze and pretended to be absorbed in some kind of report. But as the beautiful young woman walked towards the desk, he couldn't prevent his eyes from darting up from the typewritten words. He looked at her fleetingly, but in that quick glance he sized her up instantly. He had that knack with women, and knew that the pictures he had been salivating over were nothing but paper when the real flesh walked in front of him. Fred had always made a point of being particularly cautious and courteous with Stella because the minute he saw her, he was convinced that she was destined to be something better than just an ordinary lay. He had plans for her, and right now he did not want an imprudent look to make her suspicious, so he kept his eyes to himself.
"Good morning, sir," Stella said cheerfully.
"Good morning, Stella. Did you see my overnight bag and my attache case on your desk?"
"Yes, sir, and they are already in the limousine."
"Did you call the airport and find out when the flight is scheduled for us?" he asked, for the first time mentioning the two of them as 'us'. But Stella did not catch the subtlety of the nuance.
"The flight leaves in an hour and a half, and the pilot is your friend Jonas," she said happy she could add that little bit of information. She was a good and efficient secretary, and since she had been around, a lot of trimming of useless paperwork had been done. She was always on time, never missed a day, and kept her work up to date. But she also knew that to be a good right-hand assistant, the human touch was sometimes more important than to work like a computer. So she made a point of keeping the atmosphere friendly and insisted she be called by her first name instead of the usual office routine thing of Miss Swanson. It had gone well with her boss and she liked him. Stella admired him for the way he handled the business side of things, so pleasant and friendly, even in the roughest days. But she had also seen him take a hold of three salesmen and tear them to shreds with cold and calculating simplicity. He knew how to be on top, and she enjoyed working for a man who handled himself well without getting any airs about him. Naturally she also liked him because he was young, handsome, and a damn sharp dresser; something her dear George would never be, no matter how much she polished him. There was also another particular reason she liked him: Never in the three months she had been with him had he ever made a pass or insinuated anything other than respect for her, and she appreciated that. There was nothing more uncomfortable, she thought, than working for a man who couldn't tear his eyes away from your breasts or from your behind when you walked out the door. In general she enjoyed working for this big corporation and with the man she had for boss.
"O.K., then we'll leave shortly so that we can grab something to eat before we get on the plane," he said.
"Yes, sir."
But as she was walking out the door, just to have an excuse to look at her sensually swaying buttocks he asked a silly question, knowing well in advance what the answer would be: "You didn't forget to pack Herbert's report did you?"
"No," she answered. "And just in case, I'm also taking along Mr. Smith's weekly assessment."
"Good, good," he said in dismissed, and watched her as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.
He thought of Jonas, the pilot. He had been out with him in a few adventures and enjoyed his company, even if he was a little bit of a freak in sex. Fred had never forgotten that night they had gotten drunk at a high class bar and asked the bartender if he knew of a good, hip call-girl for them. The contacts had quickly been made, and they picked her up two blocks away. Just before they left the bar Jonas had asked for a bit of cherry syrup, and Fred had wondered what the hell the pilot had wanted cherry syrup for at three o'clock in the morning. He shrugged it off as a drunken whim. But when they got to the motel where they were going to fuck the girl, Jonas asked her to undress and spread her legs open for him. Then to the whore's amazement, and before Fred's disbelieving eyes, Jonas took the bottle of syrup and began pouring it over the woman's pussy. When she was dripping all over with it he kneeled and began sucking her cunt with all his might, until he had licked every single drop. Jonas then had looked up at him and said with a mischeivous look: "Man, there is nothing like a cherry tart." And the idiot had laughed himself silly at his own corny joke. He even repeated it several times while they were both taking the bitch at the same time. Fred would be pistoning away into her expertly grinding cunt when Jonas would suddenly ask him: "Hey, Fred do you like cherry tarts?" and roaring away with laughter the pilot went on fucking his cock in and out of the girl's widely availed mouth without missing a stroke.
Today, though, he hoped first that Jonas would be sober enough to fly the plane straight and second that he would not try any wisecracking with Stella while they were on the way to Comfort House. He wanted the girl to ride without a trace of a doubt in her mind, and a slip from Jonas' tongue could ruin three long months of preparation. He would take Jonas aside a minute and warn him if he saw that wicked twinkle in his eyes. It always meant danger.
The young executive stood up, picked up his sunglasses and strode out the door. He was met by Stella's pert gaze and he felt his knees weaken a little. Come on man, he said to himself, think of all the pleasure she's going to give you . .. and maybe the new promotion her tight little cunt might get for you if you handle things right! Straighten up. She'll be a good piece of tail to have for the week. .. but don't fuck it up now!
"Are you-ready?", he asked her.
"Yes, sir."
"Let's go then," he said opening the door for her like a perfect gentleman.
They walked out together and took the elevator down to the basement where the company limousine was waiting for them. The drive was a short one, and they arrived at the private airfield in fifteen minutes. When they got to the lobby, after making sure a porter had taken care of their baggage, Fred turned to Stella and said, "Why don't you go to the cafeteria and get something to eat? I'll go look for Jonas!"
"All right," Stella answered and they walked off in opposite directions. Fred glanced back a couple of times to look at her long slender legs flashing through sunlight and shadows and at her sensually enticing buttocks as she walked away.
He knew exactly where to find Jonas, even at this hour of the morning. When he got to the bar there he was, having it out with a slot machine. Fred clued him fast on what he didn't want him to do and told him they would meet at departure time - he had other things to do -and left Jonas banging away at the machine that had just devoured his last quarter.
He joined Stella at the cafeteria and was surprised when he saw her sitting before a lonely cup of coffee.
"Don't you want anything to eat?" he asked really amazed.
"No, thank you. I'm not really hungry. I suppose it's the excitement," she said plaintively.
"Well with me it works in reverse: I get ravenous when I am excited. And right now I am starved. So if you'll excuse me ..." he didn't finish the sentence and walked out to the buffet.
He was back shortly afterwards with a tray full of breakfast items which he ate while trying to make conversation with Stella. After all, he did want to get to know the girl; up and down, he thought sarcastically. He asked her about her hobbies, what she liked to do in her spare time etc. Until he got down to the question that had been intriguing him for a long time now.
"Eh . . . Stella, and what about your ... oh ... personal life? Do you have a boy, friend, a steady or something of that nature?"
"Yes I do. I'm engaged to be married," she answered smiling at his personal question. It was the closest he had ever come to anything outside office duties.
"When?" he retorted almost instantly.
"Oh, I guess in the summer."
"You won't be leaving us, will you?" He asked a little anxious.
"I have no intention of doing that.. . unless the company has some kind of regulation that bars married secretaries from working with young executives," she said with a laugh.
He had to laugh too, but mostly out of relief. It would surely ruin his plans if she thought about leaving. But hell, why was he so worried about that anyway; he was sure her plans would change radically after the end of the week. And in a way he felt sorry for whomever it was she was engaged to. But he was no sentimentalist, and she was going to be a very good thing indeed to have around for the week, plus the key to greater success in his career.
It was the first time he had enjoyed looking into her eyes without fear of giving himself away, and now he noticed how clear and green they were. Her hair too, was a lovely blonde and looked silky and soft. All in all she fitted perfectly in his plans, and he hoped he would fit her perfectly, although in a more "solid way". He didn't think she was a virgin, but he prayed she wasn't. It would be too much a strain for him to go through that routine again, and the poor girl would be too tired and sore for what he had in mind for her. He wanted a cosmopolitan girl for his "rest and relaxation" week.
It was almost time to go, so they finished their last cup of coffee and headed for the gate. There they were met by Jonas, who looked unusually sober as the three of them boarded the plane.
Stella was very excited by the whole adventure that lay ahead for her. She was even excited by the fact that they were being flown to the place in a private company plane, instead of a regular commercial airliner. The whole thing was going to be the VIP treatment of her life. On top of that, everything had been straight on the line and nothing out of order seemed to be happening. But George had been so suspicious all along that some of his doubts had creeped into her mind overnight. Now she was as confident as she had been all last week. By God! not many people got this chance in their lives, and she was going to enjoy it to the fullest. She was sure that after she got married, George would put his foot down if something like this ever came up again, and then she wouldn't be able to argue . . . but now she was her own boss and old enough to take care of herself.
The plane ride was fairly short, and she was absorbed in looking down at the countryside from the six-seater plane. The conversation kept going between the two men, but occasionally Jonas would include her and tell her a joke. Apparently her boss knew all of his jokes and was not interested, but Jonas liked to tell them anyway. Most of them were pretty corny, she thought. When they began to descend for the landing the young secretary noticed that the airstrip was just a short runway located in a corner of a large field surrounded by hedges, fences, and barbed wire. In the center of all these acres, covered with beautiful green trees, stood a large mansion-like house. Stella had to force her lips shut not to whistle in amazement. So that's where the big shots spent their recreation time, she thought. No wonder they all got so pot-bellied after forty.
They were driven off to the house in an open car, and the pretty blonde's astonishment continued to grow. By the time they were actually in front of the mansion, Stella was really stunned. She had heard of these sumptuous places where the big executives went to spend their time, but nothing she had ever imagined could come close to what she was looking at. It was like a majestic palace in the middle of nowhere. They got off the car and their baggage was picked up by a young man dressed in what seemed to be a hospital orderly's uniform. They went in and her eyes were dazzled by the splendor of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the huge marble staircase that dominated the enormous receiving room. But looking around her she noticed more men and women walking around in the strange white uniforms. She looked at her boss in answer to the riddle.
Fred patiently explained that the mansion was nothing more than a rest-relaxation-recreation sanitarium of the company where executives came every so often for treatment and therapy. Everything, he said emphatically, was done under doctor's orders. Then he went on to say that before they could get down to business or do any of the work they brought along, she had to go through several rooms where they would determine what sort of therapy and rest was the best suited for her. He urged her to comply with all the doctor's rules and regulations because they were all geared to reduce the anxieties of people who worked under constant pressure. The company, in all its wisdom, considered that their profits depended largely on the health of their executives and therefore had organized this "hospital" for them. As if to reassure her, he said he would be present in all the "rooms" to make sure she understood everything. After all she was his responsibility.
The somewhat apprehensive young girl was registered in by a nurse who sent her along with
Fred and an orderly to the "briefing doctor".
They went down a long corridor until they reached a large old-fashioned double door. On top of the door they read a sign: Dr. Stefanes, Check-up and briefing. Inside, the doctor was musing at his desk, but when his patients walked in, his face immediately lit up. Stella was a little disconcerted by the man's look. He was short and chubby with knobby fingers. But what really surprised her were his little dark eyes, they had a lecherous look about them she didn't like. Her skin felt chilled as he looked her over.
It was as if he were seeing beneath her clothes and measuring every inch of her body. But when he started to talk, her doubts seemed to dissipate: He had a very professional tone, and after that first greedy look he almost paid no attention to her. The doctor had opened a folder and was asking all kinds of routine questions like name, address, branch of the company, the name of her immediate supervisor. He went on to ask if she had had any serious illnesses, suffered from epileptic attacks, or was addicted to drugs. Finally when the dossier was completed he asked her to step behind the cloth partition in the room and remove her clothes.
While the apprehensive young secretary was undressing she heard the two men talk. It was mostly the doctor asking her boss when had he last been admitted to Comfort House and things of that nature. Stella gradually began feeling very lucky again to work for a company which took such good care of its employees. All their medical stuff seemed to be particularly thorough, even when she was hired that first routine medical test she had to go through had been more detailed than any other she had taken before . -. . especially the X-Ray parts of it. Briefly her mind flickered back to that day ...
When she had been sent to the lab to take the tests they had taken all kinds of samples from her, and then they had sent her to the X-Ray technician. He had been a very professional young man who had given her some horrible white stuff to drink so that "things would show better" when the X-Rays were taken. He warned her that it tasted terrible and if she felt a little dizzy or out of sorts for some time not to pay any attention, it would soon disappear. The stuff tasted terrible indeed and shortly afterwards she certainly felt dizzy and weak in the knees. It had been then that the technician had come back and asked her to undress. Just as she had finished taking her panties off, a red light turned on in the room. She felt paralyzed, but the soothing voice of the young man told her not to feel self-conscious, that all was merely routine for him. She remembered wanting to say something, but her tongue had felt thick in her mouth and her mind was muddled. He had lifted her onto a medical table and put her in all sorts of positions to take the X-Rays.
Some of the positions had been strange enough she thought. But the young man had explained they were to expose the cervical region and what not. Anyway, she remembered how, after she had lain on her belly he hoisted her up by putting his hand right on her vagina and pulling her up. When she mumbled a protest, he said something about another kind of region and reassured her that he meant nothing when he touched her pussy. She didn't think he had used exactly that word, but it meant the same thing. The next thing she knew he was using his fingers to open the lips of her pussy (genitals was the word he used, she now remembered) and spreading something greasy all over. By then she was so muddled in her head that all she understood was something to the effect that he had to test "erectile tissues". Anyway, all she felt was a wonderful sensation running up and down her back while something warm rubbed up and down the length of her "genitals", as he called it. But the most incredible sensation came when a rubbery tweezer-like thing began to squeeze and twist her little clitoris. It had gone on and on until she thought she was going out of her dizzy mind. Then suddenly it had stopped, and she felt herself being turned over on her back one more time. By then she couldn't help herself from opening and closing her legs - she was hot, very hot in her seethingly aroused vagina. After a while the technician came back and guided her hand down to her wetly throbbing cunt and asked her to insert her middle finger in her vagina. She didn't quite understand, but she did as she was told and pushed her finger into her already steaming passage. It was all she could bear, and she groaned aloud as she pressed it against her moistly hungering inner walls.
Even now she felt ashamed and blood rushed to her face when she recalled what a spectacle she must have been for that professional man. But she couldn't help it then, and she had groaned and moaned until. . . My God! yes, until she exploded inside and she'd had an orgasm. It was shameless! Yet after the dizzy spell had passed and she was dressed, the young man had been very understanding and sympathetic. He had said her reaction was fairly common among his patients, and that she should not feel ashamed because of him. He had been in the business for so long that what had happened to her was nothing more than routine. With that he ordered her to go and have a strong cup of coffee and a good breakfast, if she had not had one yet. After that her trust in the company had grown immeasurably . . .
Now standing behind the screen at Comfort House, Stella unbuttoned her brassiere and slipped off her panties to sit nakedly waiting on the medical table for the doctor. She listened again to the conversation, but the two had just stopped talking. She sat and waited. Then suddenly the partition drew open and, to her dismay, there stood her handsome young boss behind the roundish-faced doctor.
"Please, don't be alarmed," the pudgy little man said. "This is perhaps the first of many shocks you will receive while you are in Comfort House. But we are here to break down the barriers that impede human communication. And one of the most important barriers is our own body."
"But doctor," Stella tried to interrupt. "... we shouldn't be afraid or ashamed of it. Nor should we hide it. This is specially true between men and women, and that is the reason why Mr. Rodgers is right behind me. The first thing you must forget while you are here, is that he is your boss. From now on you should treat each other as fellow patients so that you get to know each other as two human beings. But for that you must first recognize the differences in each other and what each of you have in common."
My God! what is this man talking about! Stella thought. She felt as if she were suddenly walking naked in a public place and these two men were just two among the crowd staring at her. She couldn't raise her head for shame, but all the same she could feel how her boss' eyes roamed over her nakedly exposed breasts and thighs. She had covered her softly curling triangle of pussy hair with her hand when she first saw them, but even that made her feel more naked than ever. Fred Rodgers' eyes felt like two scorching fires on her, drinking in all the vulnerable nakedness of her body. She wanted to run and flee from the 'hospital', but her legs felt heavy and her entire body was stiff from fear and shame. God, she felt disgraced! How could she ever go back to work with this man after he had seen her like this? How could she ever hold his respect again? Everything was lost, she thought and felt hot tears welling her eyes. Still she couldn't raise her head.
"Now, I want you to relax," the doctor said interrupting her thoughts.
"Please, Stella, do as he says. Don't feel bad. I feel just like you," Fred said in his most convincing salesman pitch.
Stella's face darted up immediately, when she heard Fred's voice. And when her eyes met his, they seemed so sympathetic that she believed him. Still she felt ashamed, but perhaps she could learn to relax if.. .
"We are going to give you a medical check-up, my dear. And we are all going to be participants. That is to say you, me, and Mr. Rodgers here," Stella heard the little man say. What the hell did he man by "we are going to participate"? Again her knees trembled in humiliation, but the doctor was just touching her on the shoulder and saying, "Relax!"
Somehow the warm touch of his chubby hand on her shoulder seemed to release all the pressure from her chest. And slowly very slowly, Stella felt the muscles of her stomach unknot one by one and the tenseness of her back disappear. Finally a great sigh of relief cleansed her body of the intense shame she had felt a few minutes before.
Now, the same warm hand was pressuring her to lay back. She resisted. In her sitting position she could still crouch and half hide her nakedness, but if she lay ...
"Come on my dear .. . we're all adults here,"
the doctor said with an air of impatience that made Stella feel like a fool.
She felt his hand push once again. This time she gave in and let her back slide down to the covered medical table. She was now completely defenseless before the two pairs of eyes examining her, but there was nothing she could do. She felt ashamed now that the doctor had to call her an adult to make her realize that ... that... well, that they were all grown-ups, urban, and educated people! And this shame of her body was definitely a hang-up. She had to show courage.
"After all, Miss Swanson, you - all of us as a matter of fact - realize that that there are certain basic distinctions between your body and say Mr. Rodger's. You have two glands that in common language we call breasts, or more vulgarly, 'tits'. And your genitals are not at all like his: You have a vagina or a 'cunt' and he has a handful of erectile flesh we call penis or 'cock'. On top of that your buttocks or 'ass' is probably more developed than his; just as your hips are a bit rounder and more padded than his ... "
Stella couldn't help but blush at the obscene words the doctor was mingling with all his explanation. The terms were not unfamiliar to her, but she felt out of sorts when the doctor used them so freely in front of her boss. The blood seemed to rush to her ears and spread forcefully over her face. She blushed even harder as she realized how idiotic she must look to the two men. She had to control herself... she had to ...
"... but the real important factor," the doctor went on, "is to know what ground we have in common, so that we can understand each other first as human beings. Then, we can enjoy each other as men and women. Don't you agree?"
"Yes .. . yes, of course, doctor," Stella found the voice to answer.
"O.K. So lets get on with our little exam, shall we?" the little pudgy man, said smiling triumphantly over at Fred.
Fred Rodgers had been completely deaf to the doctor's lecture. His eyes, mind, and ears had been glued to Stella's voluptuously ripened body. By God, he thought, she was ten times more beautiful than the pictures showed. Those shots had not revealed the creamy whiteness of her skin and the way it shone or smelled. It had not depicted clearly how really fantastically beautiful her breasts were, and how warmly dark was the aureola that surrounded the pink nipples. He felt an incredible need to suck them, to bite them ... He would, by God, he would! His eyes roamed down to the finnness of her rounded little belly and the well padded hips until it was stopped by the cushiony triangle up between her thighs. Well, one thing was comfirmed in his mind - she was true blonde. The sparse pussy hair that covered her loins was made up of little golden ringlets. He could hardly wait to get them soaking wet with his own saliva, to entangle his teeth in them, to feel their springy texture against his nose and cheeks. Man, how he was going to eat her down there! But now he had to wait, it was all procedure and part of the game. Patience, he told himself.
You'll fuck her, and on top of that you'll make a mint of money out of that sweet little cunt of hers. Right now just drink in what the doctor is going to show you.
Stella felt the doctor's pudgy fingers start probing around her shoulders. They moved around feeling her bones. He lifted her left arm up and down and then did the same thing to the other. His eyes seemed very intent on what he was doing, and his hands had the firm professional touch about them. She started regaining her confidence again. Then the lingers moved down and he cupped her right breast in his two hands and lifted it so that it looked bigger and firmer than it normally was. His lingers dug in feeling the entire mass of her breast and going around and around it. Then he took up the other breast and did the same, cupping and testing it. For what, she did not know . . . maybe lumps or something?
Jeeessssuuusss! Fred thought. The way this bastard's pressing up her tits they look like two gorgeous peaches. He fought the impulse to tell the doctor you didn't squeeze peaches, you ate them, you sucked the juice in them. Oh God! How he would love to see that pair of tits hanging and dancing over his head. And he imagined himself straining up for them, trying to bite the two bud-like nipples, but failing each time so that her boobs kept dancing before him, driving him right up the wall - getting him so hot he could throw a fuck into a 155 howitzer.
They would graze his cheeks and he could feel their hardness against his skin, but when he turned to take them in his mouth they eluded him. The nipples would tickle his nose until he could almost smell their desire. They would move in rapid succession over his lips making them tingle with lust, but still he couldn't bite them. Only his tongue could reach them - the tip would caress the fullness of her flesh and relish the sweet, erect nipples. But he was going mad ... he wanted to suck them ... to bite them . . . God! Fred caught himself salivating and passing his tongue nervously over his dry lips as he stared down at his naked secretary.
For Stella the doctor's hands were moving down, sliding down her rib cage and pressing, pressing all the way to her belly. She felt the stubby fingers roam around her navel and still move further down until they reached the sides of her vaginal mound. He pressed inwards bringing her blushing pink pussy lips up for view. She held her breath and kept her eyes glued to the ceiling to avoid the face of both doctor and boss. Then she felt the fingers push together until they were pressing against the very tip of her sensitively throbbing clitoris. They squeezed and her legs tightened up involuntarily. What in heaven was he probing around that area for? But she dared not question, she had already looked like a fool once .. . she wouldn't again! She didn't want to be thought of as a frightened immature girl. But the lingers kept at it, squeezing her clitoris and moving further down over her suddenly tingling cuntal lips.
What Stella could not see were the almost fanatic eyes of the doctor who was exchanging lewdly insinuating glances with her boss, Fred Rodgers. The little man was relieving himself through his fingers, and the warm vibrant touch of her clitoris had made him a little wilder than usual. But the point was that usually he didn't get beautiful bodies like this one. Usually they were just ordinary girls who on top of everything smelied vulgar and generally turned him off. But this one! She smelied of lavender and her pussy, Lord it smelied .. . smelied . .. he didn't know exactly, but "glorious" would come close. All he knew was that his fat little cock was dancing beneath his gown and if he didn't watch it he would cum before getting to the end of the examination. He had to see it... to see her entire cuntal slit, or he would die. Coughing to regain his voice he said, "Please Miss Swanson, lift your legs and place your feet right here."
Stella looked around and saw the two stirrup-like bars standing at the end of the table. Timidly she lifted her feet up to them and was appalled when she discovered there was no way she could close her legs. With more determination than ever she glued her eyes to the ceiling to avoid the lewd sight she presented to the two men before her. She knew it had to be obscene - her legs high up uncovering whatever protection there was to her vaginal furrow. She bit her teeth in order not to blush or protest - she didn't want to appear so naive and foolish ever again.
Fred Rodgers watched the doctor with amusement. Let the old bastard take his pleasure now, he thought- It is the only time he'll have with her. There will be plenty of hours for me, and far better. He looked how the little doctor's jet black eyes opened at the sight of Stella's coral pink little pussy and how his hand moved inconspicuously beneath his long white robe. Why, the jerk, was going to jack off right there! But looking back at Stella he felt his own eagerly leaping penis get wet. Boy, she was something to look at!
He moved a couple of steps to the side so he could watch the doctor's lewd maneuvers and not miss seeing an inch of the young secretary's succulent vaginal flesh. It looked rich enough and warm enough to melt inside. As if a signal had been called his cock jerked suddenly, making the lust-swollen head throb and ache with want. How delicately pink her hair-lined slit was, and how softly inviting the lips that covered it looked. If he could just lay his hands on it...
But the doctor was already doing just that. Nervously his short fat thumbs opened the cuntal wedge to reveal more clearly the secret cavern of her femininity. The doctor could hardly contain the sudden excitement that shook him. His mouth watered and his eyes gazed hungrily as he ran his fingers over the soft, fleshy layers of her cunt and drew the ragged pink lips further apart to expose the breath-taking fullness of her vaginal furrow. The entire area was nakedly exposed to him in a panorama of carnal delight. The little rubbing he had performed on the clitoris had paid well because the bud had risen and grown to what he knew must be twice its size. Now he could see it firm and erect, almost palpitating before his very eyes. It was like a beautiful little pink berry. How she would love it if he could just once swirl his tongue around it. He couldn't stand the sight any longer... and he dropped his hand again under the white robe feeling for his hotly throbbing cock. Without taking his eyes away from the coral richness of Stella's inviting little cunt the doctor started pumping his penis manually, slowly at first and then harder and harder. He looked longingly at the wetly waiting mouth of her cuntal cavern, the hole that led into the depths of her soft warm womb. He wished he could ... he wished .. .
He felt his balls fill with liquid very quickly, and little spasms course up and down his body. He pumped his fat little penis faster and faster in frustration and desperation while he watched the cushiony folds of the rose-colored cunt before him almost cover his thumb and forefinger. She was a man eater. . . she could swallow anything with that fantastic pussy, his mind hammered on. She could .. . yes .. . she could make a man cum ... just... by looking .. . at.. ., her ... cunt!
He bit his lip to withhold the grunt in his chest and the shortness of air in his lungs, until his cock spewed the hot sperm that had accumulated in his balls. He let the viscous liquid spill to the floor while he attempted to keep the hand on her warmly pulsating pussy tight under control. Beads of sweat poured down his temples and his heart was beating too fast. I'm getting too old for this type of exercise, he thought and with that he let his hand drop from Stella's open cunt. He breathed in deeply and silently several times to regain his composure, then put his cock back where it belonged and coughed.
"That will be all Miss Swanson," he said making a great effort to put back into his voice its professional seal. He walked out and slid the partition closed once more.
Stella dressed quickly feeling like she had passed a long obstacle course without getting scratched once. When she stepped out she asked, "How did you find me, doctor?"
"Top shape my dear," he said smiling, his beady eyes dancing in their orbits. "Now take this to room no. 1," he added handing her a folder with her name on it.
For the first time she dared look at her boss straight in the eye. But she still felt uneasy and lowered her gaze.
"Come on, Stella, it wasn't that bad, was it? Just a routine check-up. Right doctor?" he said smiling sardonically at the little pudgy man.
"That's right. Just routine," the medical man answered smiling.
Fred opened the door for her and they walked slowly towards room no. 1.
Chapter Three
"No one beyond this point without Patient Uniform."
That was the first sign that greeted them on the way to room number 1.
A nurse at a nearby station gave them each a white folded uniform and directed them to the men and women's dressing rooms. When Stella had changed, she looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised at the simplicity and comfort of the two-piece set. She handed her clothes over to the nurse who put them in a bag and attached a tag with a number and her name and threw it down a large pipe that read: "Laundry." Fred's clothes were treated in the same manner.
She turned around to her boss for an explanation.
"Well, they figure that while one is here the only clothing needed is the uniform which has been designed for comfort and usability," Fred answered straight.
"And while we are on the subject - one thing to remember around here is - everybody calls everybody else by their first names. Only the doctors, with access to the dosiers will know your last name," he said smiling.
"Any reason behind that?"
"Sure. The doctors figure that once you put . on that white uniform you are in equal terms with the man or woman next to you. And it would defeat the purpose of the treatment if all of a sudden you found out that the guy eating across the table happened to be Chairman of the Board. Therefore, only first name introductions are allowed."
"Hmmmmm. I see."
"So, my name is Fred from now on. O.K."
"O.K.," she answered, but knowing perfectly well that in her mind he still was Mr. Rodgers, her boss.
They followed an arrow that pointed to room number 1 and walked along a narrow corridor until they reached the designated room. On the door there was a sign that said: Massage - Internal, External Authorized Personnel Only. They knocked and a deep voice answered:
"Come in and wait a minute please."
"Room- number 1 turned out to be a small place with nothing in it except a high, narrow table. Stella wondered what sort of massages were given here. The place smelled of liniment oil and cologne. It made her a little nervous to be standing there waiting for the masseur with her boss by her side because she was not much good at making small conversation. By the way he acted, though, he seemed to be quite familiar with the place and the procedure. That was at least a comfort. She didn't want to commit any more blunders, but without his help she didn't think it could be possible - she felt, really, so out of place.
The only other door in the room opened, and a tall, heavy-set man suddenly walked in. His arms were strong with big heavy veins running down their entire length. His hands were extraordinarily big, actually more wide than large, but the impression was just the same, of enormous hands. The fingers were correspondingly thick and strong.
"Good morning," the masseur said.
"Good morning," Stella and Fred answered almost simultaneously.
"May I see your papers, please."
Stella handed her folder over and watched how his eyes moved quickly over the information in the dossier. It took him only a few seconds to read it. Then without lifting his eyes from the folder he said very calmly, "Please undress."
Stella looked around for a partition or somewhere she could take her uniform off, but there was nothing other than the four plain walls and, off to one side, the man's little office. She noticed the masseur staring at her with an air of exasperation.
"Right here?" she asked timidly.
"Yes, my dear. Don't feel inhibited - that's the reason you are here - to get rid of that fear and shame you feel towards that body of yours," the masseur answered trying, very obviously, not to smile at her timidity.
The attractive young secretary gulped and unzippered the front of her uniform. But her heart was pounding so hard that when she made the first move to slip it off she thought she might suffer a heart attack. To her surprise no such thing occurred, and the little jump suit fell from her shoulders to the floor. She couldn't help but notice how the two men looked over her nakedness.
"Now, I don't see why you are so ashamed of yourself. You have a beautiful shape. It's time you start learning to be proud and show it off. Don't you agree?" the man said looking at Fred.
"Yes, of course," Fred answered without taking his eyes from her ripely flaring contours.
It was a pity that those damn uniforms slipped off so easily, Fred thought. They took away all the exhilaration of watching a chick undress slowly, slipping her garments one by one. He would have liked to see her with her proudly upthrust breasts out in the open like she had just now, but with her ruby-like nipples distended at the tips, very erect. And then the breath taking contours of her body, naked, down to . .. the blonde silken base of her smooth white belly.. . topped by nylon stockings, garterbelt and high heels ... to touch him off. He liked women in that fashion. It was a hang-up from the time he was 15. But on second reflection, he knew he'd like to look at her any old way, as stimulation before letting her belly have its fill of his long hard cock.
"Please lay on the table flat on your stomach," the masseur asked her.
Stella felt petrified, glued to the floor. She didn't think she would be able to move anywhere the way she was ... so naked. But she walked over and sat on the table stretching herself flat on her stomach. She turned her face away from her boss. She was still so humiliated ... all this seemed so out of. . . normal... it didn't seem right! But maybe it was true what the man said - that she was ashamed and afraid of her body - that she had a terrible sexual hang-up. God! She didn't know what to think, everything was so strange. Here she was, absolutely naked before two strange men .. . she didn't know what to do! They all sounded so medical, so convincing, when they spoke.
"Now let me explain that a massage is a two-way thing. That is, you have to cooperate and relax your muscles, otherwise you will not enjoy it, and it might even be painful. The whole point of is to let you begin to enjoy your body and recognize its limits - as well as the ecstacies it can bring you. Do you understand?" The man said bending down to look into her face.
"Ye . .. es," Stella answered in a whisper. She was drained of all energy. What could he mean? ""Ecstasies?" God, it sounded so intellectual... so sexual!
Man, what an ass, what an absolutely fantastic ass! Fred thought. This was the only part of her body he had not yet scrutinized in the real flesh. Her two ass-cheeks were warm sculptured flesh, unblemished, and almost perfectly round. But what was tremendous was the deep gully that separated them; it had a golden glow to it! She must have light hair covering her anal crevice, and it probably ran all the way across to her pussy. He was positive it would be silky-soft, and his already eagerly pulsing penis lunged as he thought of how he would like to worm his long thick hardness into her fleshy crevice. His cock head would tingle at the touch of the silky hairs, until it was itching and needed to be scratched. And what a better prick-scratcher was there than that tight little hole up between her buttocks. He would ram his penis in and feel the warm folds of the tightly contracting walls take away the itch and squeeze him, until his cock would almost come out of its roots. That's how he liked a woman's ass and this gorgeous bitch seemed built to perfection just for that.
The masseur had started kneading at the base of her neck, and Stella felt as if the fingers were releasing the mental pressure right out of her brain. They worked slowly, down to the base of her head and then moved up again. It went on until she could not remember her fear or shame, and relished only in the languid heaviness of her body. She even felt like going to sleep!
"Now, like I said, this is a two-way street, and
I want you at all times to tell me how you feel and what you are feeling," the man with the kneading fingers said softly.
"HHHmmmm," Stella hummed in agreement.
And she felt the strong hands moved down to her shoulders and massage them forcefully until her joints cracked, but it never hurt. All she felt was a delicious current running from her neck to the bottom of her spine. The fingers moved down some more and began stroking her back. They pressed harshly at first and then softly, moving always in a constant circle. It was heavenly, she thought, never had such expert hands caressed her body so. Suddenly the same fingers moved under her armpits and dipped low, pressing against the fleshy sides of her breasts. She jerked involuntarily at the touch on her sensitive nakedness there.
"Relax. Tell me does it hurt?" the man asked.
"No."
"Well why did you jump. Do you feel embarrassed when I touch your breasts?"
"No, not really..." Stella answered, thoroughly confused.
"Is it nice now?"
"I... I guess," she said as the fingers began kneading the side walls of her lush young mounds very softly, almost like a lover... LOVER, LOVER and the word brought a sudden pang to her heart. She remembered George! My God, what would he say if he saw her like this stretched out completely nude with a man above her asking if she might be liking his touch on her breasts. He had warned her... that there might be something fishy about the whole deal. She felt a shudder run all over her. But the truth was that her boss had behaved like a gentleman ... it was all these doctors. But they were all professional people and acted just as she were another case. Was there something fishy? She didn't know; everything was so strange!
The fingers kept caressing the sides of her ripely tingling breast and the pleasurable sensation slowly blurred the doubts from her mind. It was so nice. .. so very nice, she thought.
"Are you feeling a little more relaxed now?"
"Yes, I am," she said.
The fingers deftly left her breasts and moved to her lower back. She felt how they lodged themselves in the narrow instep of her waist and pressed while they moved sideways away from each other. They would then retrace their steps until the two hands met at the base of her spine. The big hands kept moving, making her tingle to the roots of her hair. Now they stretched down and began creeping over the soft roundness of her naked buttocks. This time she controlled her muscles and did not even flinch once. She felt how each hand grabbed a cheek as if the masseur were kneading dough. The fingers dug into her flesh until they almost hurt, except they always released the pressure at the right time, becoming very gentle then. The man was an expert, she thought. It was surprising how deftly his fingers moved, and she was delighting in the sensation until she heard her buttock cheeks slap together...
The man was lifting the cheeks of her ass and pushing them against one another until they slapped! She was startled . .. because it didn't hurt. Instead, a very different pleasure seemed to penetrate her body each time her quivering half-globes fell together. Cool air would rush into the crevice touching the very mouth of her puckered anus as the cheeks were lifted. Then, when the two round mounds clashed against one another, the tingling sensation put on heat where the cold air had reached. She felt a little indecent as the feeling of pleasure intensified... it was doing something to her ... down ... there.
A very strange thing was happening to her. All she understood was that abruptly her anus was contracting and relaxing at the rhythm of the man's manipulations. But God! If it were only that! Something else seemed to be piercing and exciting her all the way down to her wetly throbbing vaginal furrow. It was as if the tingling sensation rippled from her buttocks to her clitoris with the same electricity, with the same intensity.
"Do you feel something different?" the man asked.
"Ye . .. ees," Stella answered nervously.
"Like what?"
"A sort of tingling."
"Where?"
"Well, you know .. . down ... down there, where you're massaging."
"You mean in your ass?"
She didn't answer. She blushed. Why did the bastard have to use that word? It made her feel uneasy.
"There is nothing wrong with the word. Remember that words are only dirty if we, ourselves, think dirty. Do you think what you are feeling in your asshole now is dirty?"
"I. . . I. . . suppose it isn't."
"You suppose? Is it disgusting or is it pleasurable? In one word: Do you like what I'm doing to you," he said increasing the tempo of his massage and making Stella shiver with uncontrollable delight.
"Yes, , yes I like it," she said still unable to control the blushing reaction to the obscene words. But the problem was that despite the blushing, she did like it. It was an incredible feeling - even more intense now that his hands were moving faster - and her anus was responding wildly to the massage.
Suddenly the hands stopped abruptly. She heard a cap being unscrewed and screwed back on, then the hands returned and resumed the massage, but faster . . . much faster. Now the air wasn't coming in as fast or as cool and her dark little hole was getting hot. She could feel it starting to burn .. . and tingle . .. and burn.
"Are you hot, do you feel a burning sensation?"
"I do, I do!" Stella said ardently.
And then her back arched and her eyes bulged from the sudden piercing of her anus.
"OOoooooooooo!" she cried aloud. The masseur had forced his thick, outstretched middle finger, covered with vaseline, into her tightly puckering anus. She felt the walls of her stretched anal passage engulf and contract over the invading digit as if trying to swallow it and dissolve it into nothingness.
"Oooooooo! It hurts, it hurts! What are you doinnnggg to meeee!" Stella cried under the pain and horror, as the finger embedded itself deeper and deeper into her fearfully cringing anus.
"Don't be afraid. The pain will go away soon. You just need a little stretching," the man said softly while his finger kept pumping and delving into the depths of the tightly resilient passage.
What is going on in this depraved place, Stella thought. She had never heard of "internal massages," much less of masseurs pushing their fingers up their client's anuses, to stretch them. This surely was no part of the company procedure, and the man was just taking advantage of her ignorance to ravish her helpless body! She jerked her buttocks sideways in an effort to dislodge the finger, but nothing happened. She jerked it more violently this time ... but...
"Aaaaaaoooggghhgg," she moaned as a heavy pressure was suddenly applied to the base of her neck. It was not painful; she just felt dizzy ... losing consciousness, as if the blood supply to her brain were being limited. Her arms went limp and seemed to weigh a ton. There was something going on inside her, but she couldn't quite pinpoint it now. All she felt was the thick finger now embedded up to the knuckle. Her passage felt hot and slippery as the finger began to move inside her in a slow rotating motion, pushing the walls along as it went. She couldn't think quite clearly why this was wrong... or was it? Only the finger thrusting in and out of her gradually relaxing rectum was real in her mind now; that, and a warm tingling sensation beginning to filter through her naked body. Everything else was slightly blotted out.
She felt the finger stroking hypnotically, not giving her time to contract her buttocks and catch it. It seemed as if the muscles in her tight little hole were responding to another command, and instead of rejecting they were accepting the finger. The intense dry heat she had felt a few minutes before was gone now, and her anal passage started secreting its own lubricant to join the vaseline. The feeling of pleasure seemed to increase and pound faster, sending spiraling waves of wanton delight up to her brain and back down again to her moistly quivering pussy.
Suddenly the finger stopped its rotating motion and began pumping in and out, retreating until she thought it was almost out of her puckered little ass-mouth and plunging back in again to the hilt of the knuckle. The feeling running rampant through her body now was different, very different... it seemed to swell, to rise and then come down again. When the finger rose the very edges of her anus and cunt quivered with an ungovernable excitement, but then when it came back into her tight little rectum again, she felt a masochistic pleasure right down to the pit of her stomach.
Fred had his eyes glued to the beautiful blonde's nakedly spread out buttocks being skewered by the thick finger pumping in and out of his secretary's rectum. Her reaction was even more exciting than the actual depravity the man was committing on her. When she had first begun to wriggle her peachlike buttocks to get rid of the fucking finger, his cock had jerked so hard he thought it had bored through the pants. She looked so defenseless, that even her little fight had made her look more under control - more dominated than ever. And when the man had pressed his other hand at the base of her neck, her transformation had been total. His penis, unable to bear the torture any longer, demanded to be stroked, and so he had jerked his rigid pole of hot flesh out into the open and was now massaging it with the same tempo as the man's finger pumping in and out of Stella's puckered little anus. The lust-swollen head of his cock was frothing with little bubbles of impatient foam. He was giving himself a two-finger head job - just stroking the thick foreskin over the head with his thumb and forefinger - to release the pressure building up in his member. But he didn't want to grab his shaft by the base, because he well knew that watching the naked young girl being manipulated like she was and stroking his penis too hard would make him spill out in two seconds flat. And that, he didn't want! There were better things in store for him, and he needed all his energies.
The pressure at the base of Stella's neck slowly lifted, and as the blood started flowing freely into her brain she suddenly felt the full impact of the delicious sensations that were coursing through her body. Her anal passage no longer felt tight and constricted; now it was open as if it had flowered and ripened to give way to the man's will. The impact was so strong she couldn't control her legs from jerking slightly apart from the pressure and the pleasure. Just as her anus had relented and become responsive, against her will, her sensually awakening cunt now felt hot and vaguely hungry. She felt ashamed of this double desire and tried to control it, but it was in vain. Her mind had absolutely no control over her heatedly aroused young body. It was as if the only thought in her being was concentrated up there between her trembling legs. She felt humiliated and the blood rose to her face until she was blushing deeply.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of," the masseur said, noticing the girl's flushed face. "What you are experiencing now is the exact response I was trying to elicit," he added, and to Stella's surprise, he jerked out the finger with a single motion.
She felt suddenly empty and the walls of her stretched anal cavern seemed to be collapsing under the sucking pressure of the finger as it withdrew. Something felt unfinished ... the hot hungry longing in her loins continued ... and her ravished anal passage was left puckering in its want. Yes, God! WANT. She had wanted to be consumed by the fire that was burning up inside that little hole. She was ashamed to admit the reality to herself... it was defiling . . . but God! How she would dearly love to have George with her now ... in bed ... and fucking!
"No, it's not depraved to feel or react the way you do," the company masseur said as if reading her thoughts. "That's exactly what we want you to realize here. Your body is free of guilt and reacts according to what it feels. It is only your mind that makes it dirty or depraved," he said, while his hands continued its massage down her thighs and legs.
"But... but... I don't understand..." Stella finally managed to utter, almost choking on her own words.
"Well, let me put it this way: You have been taught certain things that make you feel ashamed if a man does this to you. But your body, in its wisdom, knows none of these inhibitions when it is finally put to the test. And what we are trying to do is let you, or make you, understand that mind and body are one. And if one is free so must be the other. So learn to enjoy your new senses and your body," he said emphatically. And with that he slapped her behind and said:
"Turn over, please."
Stella propped herself on her elbows and turned her nakedly tingling body halfway, but suddenly she stopped all movement, shocked by the sight of her boss with his wildly throbbing penis jutting from his white uniform and still foaming at the head. What the hell had this witch-doctor been talking to her about? What big words and fancy thoughts had he used? It was all a lie, her brain screamed at her, as her eyes stared in disbelief and shame at the obscene picture before her very eyes. Her young boss's lewd glare seemed transfixed on her nakedly defenseless body, and his face bore the redness of a lust-incited brain. But her own eyes seemed to glue themselves on his long thick cock, so hard and. erect that it seemed to want to pierce her right from the distance. What an obscene picture she must have made with the masseur fucking his finger in and out of her ass! The view of her own defilement filled her mind and welled her eyes with tears, but still she could not take her glance away from Fred Rodger's thick menacing penis. The head was foaming and throbbing like a pulsing heart. She could easily make out the relentless pulsating of the blood-filled tip, unsheathed from its protective skin. Stella shuddered with shame, feeling a weird combination of fear, disgust... and lingering excitement!
"Please. This is something else we want you to understand. Mr. Rodgers here still has his own psychological hang-ups, and only if we clear them now will the two of you be able to work in the future without tensions," the man said as he caught Stella's bewildered eyes.
She turned her attention to the masseur, her questioning eyes defying any answer. He looked at her straight in the eyes, and let his big paws fall on her hips and shoulder, and without uttering a word, he made her body turn over so that she faced them both.
Stella jumped and sat up straight. "I'm getting out of here," she said. "I don't trust any of you."
"Relax," the masseur said, and pushed her forcibly back on the table until her back slapped against it.
"Oh, Stella, I don't know how to explain this. I'm also so ashamed ... I... I ... " Fred mumbled, speaking for the first time. Easy boy, easy, he thought. Remember you're treading on a thin line.. . lose her now and that's it. But still he did not push his flagrant cock back in his pants. He was still holding it like a banner in his hand.
Stella was taken off guard by the familiar voice of her employer and turned her face round to look at him. His eyes were downcast as if unable to meet her own... but his lust-thickened penis was still out, menacing her from the distance.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of. Both of you have reacted according to our medical diagnosis. Only now you are beginning to become aware of each other as human beings - by recognizing the differences in each other and yes, getting sexually excited by each other. There is nothing wrong or shameful. This is part of Step I of our plan," the company masseur added with assurance and conviction.
The bewildered young secretary didn't know what to do, if to jump up and run or remain to see what the masseur had in mind. But before she could make up her mind the golden hands that had already turned her body into a raving mass of desire, fell on her temples and began rubbing very softly. She heard the man's voice speaking very gently, giving more explanations and reasons why it was healthy that she had grown hot and wet in her "asshole" as he "fucked" his finger into it. And why it was not only natural, but healthy and part of their medical plan that her boss had "masturbated" at the sight of her sensually alluring body. She still couldn't help but blush when she heard the man's obscene words, but his reasoning seemed so clear and in line with all the articles she had read recently in the popular press and mass circulation magazines. She had heard all these theories expanded before, but never put to practice ... like this ... on her own body. She couldn't resist the wonderful relaxing sensation around her temples that was enveloping her mind as the masseur's fingers worked on. It was as if her entire body relaxed by some magic touch ... also his voice was so soothing and calming that she no longer fought within herself about what was right or wrong. She no longer was sure of anything!
Wwwwhheeeww! Fred sighed quietly to himself. That was a close one! A little more and they might have lost her. He winked at the masseur, and the man smiled lewdly back. Fred looked at Stella's relaxed face and was thankful for the man's golden touch. He had seen a bunch of girls turn from fighting amazons into whimpering little bitches once the masseur put his heavy hands on them. The man was worth his weight in gold. But Stella had been the closest to rebelling, although she had fought .physically the least.
His thoughts changed from the past to the present as he surveyed again his blonde secretary's voluptuous young body stretched out completely naked before him. Her breasts seemed now even more delectable after the exciting visual show he had witnessed. They looked delicious before, but now he couldn't keep his mouth from salivating from the mounting desire to suck and nibble them. They were like two beautiful white mountains crowned with little rubies. Her arms, which he noticed for the first time, were slender and firm with lovely elbows. Her ribs stood out from under her breasts, and although they were clearly visible, he was pleased to note they weren't skinny. Nothing bony about this chick, he thought mockingly. Her belly also, although flat, had a nice shape, and her hips were well padded. Nice . . . nice ... he hated bony girls.
Fred's cunt-hungry cock which had deflated a while ago when Stella had put up her fight, jerked to life again as his eyes locked themselves on the golden "vee" up between her legs. The light in the room was so clear he could see the true light honey color of her pussy hair as the beautiful young girl lay nakedly on her back in front of him. He felt his impatient penis get harder and more erect as his eyes roamed hungrily over that secret part of her body. The head of his lust-thickening shaft slowly filled with blood and expanded and elongated until it looked like a pink and blue ping-pong ball with a small slit right at its very top. The rest of his shaft also thickened until it was three times its original limp size. He looked at it proudly and smiled. It still was nothing compared to what it got to be when he was inside the soft warm cunt of a woman. And still nothing compared to what it looked like when it was ready to cum and its head bobbed and ached with longing to spill the hot precious liquid into some warm, gluttonous bitch's cavern. He could hardly wait to let the innocent young girl lying naked before him have it, in its full length and with its full cargo. Wait until she'd had a taste of his cock in action and then see if that boy friend of hers could ever be satisfying to her cunt again. Fred Rogers knew he was going to stretch her golden-haired pussy a little, and he doubted if her boy friend could ever fill her again the way she'd like. Even if the boy friend's cock was longer than his, he doubted it could be thicker than his own . . . and that's where it counted! He had discovered, when he was still selling from house to house, that part of his "success" hinged on the fact that he could make his "customers" feel every inch of his cock until they thought their tight little cunts could take the forced expansion no more. At that point, the lover would take over and maneuvering around, he would make his expert hips rotate and bob up and down until he had them screeching and writhing with orgiastic spasms under him. When they were through, he still had not cum. And most of the time he withheld himself to take them on for a second round . . . that was what really sealed the sale. It was like being a gigolo, he got paid for his good "job" by the ladies themselves.
Stella's confused mind had finally "straightened" under the barrage of medical reasons the masseur had bombarded her with, and as the gentle hands worked around her temples her upturned young body began to relax again. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to stare at the ceiling ... or either man. The man's ringers had finished their work around her head and began to move down. Stella felt them now around the base of her neck, stroking softly. Then they moved towards her shoulders and down the length of her arms until all her torso relaxed completely. It was like being in a delightful state of suspension: Not thinking, only feeling and hearing your own inner structure crack and bend under the expert fingers. She was floating in air when ... the same hands moved and encircled her breasts . .. and abruptly that inner calmness was gone, replaced by a tense jerk.
"It's nothing.. . relax again," the man said soothingly as his hands cupped the fleshy base of her breasts, working them over from behind her head so that she could not see his face.
She couldn't see either how Fred's hot eyes glimmered as the masseur dug his fingers into her softly quivering mounds and made them rotate one against the other. It almost seemed to him that the tender and rosy nipples merged into one rose bud each time the man pushed her breasts together. He began again stroking his thick erect penis gently, very gently, so as not to excite it beyond his control. Again he unsheathed the blood-filled cock-head exposing it to the warm room temperature.
"What we are going to do now," the masseur said, "is to elicit a verbal response from you as I massage. Understand?"
"No .. .not quite," Stella answered weakly, feeling very uncertain of the entire situation again.
"It simply means I want you to tell me exactly what you feel while I massage you. Whether you like it, what you feel - really feel - inside .. . things of that nature."
"Oh, I see," Stella said feeling still uncomfortable as the man's hands kept hugging the sensitive base of her warmly tingling breasts.
Now the hands began to move upwards, grabbing more of the fleshy fullness of her breasts. She tensed up again as the fingers enclosed around the totalness of each firm mound leaving only the aureola and the nipple exposed to view. While the hands rotated the quivering mounds, the fingers began a kneading-like motion around the aureola that seemed to touch very deep-lying and sensitive nerve ends. Stella tensed up again when she felt the nerves begin to respond, out of their own will, to the kneading fingers. She was beginning to get frightened of her body and of its own power to react without her mental consent.
"You are discovering things about your own body, eh?" the man asked her as if he were reading her thoughts once again.
Stella just nodded her head in assent in order to avoid admitting aloud the disturbing fact; it was disturbing to feel the deep response of her body to the fingers! No one had ever made her feel so . . . physically excited by just touching her breasts as this man. No, not even George; not even when he sucked them or bit them. This was different, more satisfying, but also disconcerting because it was awakening other sensations and driving them deep down to the roots of her being .. . which now seemed to be located in her warmly tingling vagina.
"Tell me what you feel now," the man asked her in a confidential tone, as if only the two of them were in the room, yet their secret still required a whispering nature.
"I don't know exactly how to .. . well, put it," she said in the same voice level, hoping perhaps that Fred Rodgers could not hear her.
"Let's see if I can help you. Do you feel a little excited, perhaps? And perhaps a little more excited than you usually feel when a man touches your tits?"
"I.. . Ye . .. es. I suppose," she said, her ears burning again at his use of vulgar and obscene words.
"Describe the sensation for me."
"Well.. . it's as if I were beginning to get sexually aroused," she said, blushing to the roots of her blonde hair and lowering her voice still more. And it was true! Her nipples were beginning to itch in their need to be touched. No, not touched, kneaded. They were beginning to ache with desire, and she didn't know how to relieve the mounting pressure building at their tips. But the most horrifying thing was that the same feeling began to awaken in the rest of her body. She was beginning to feel itchy for a pair of strong hands to touch her and caress her all over... all the way down to her now moistly seeping vagina. She felt ashamed of herself, but still the feeling didn't stop, it just seemed to intensify by the minute as the man's fingers kneaded and caressed those deep-lying nerve ends she did not know existed before.
The bewildered young secretary was beginning to be afraid that her irregular breathing might give away the true status of her feelings, and she made an effort to keep her breathing as normal as possible, but it was becoming a strenuous effort to do it. My God, she thought, feeling how her nipples ached, I hope he massages them too. But all her being was begging for more than a massage. It was begging for her nipples to be squeezed hard to release the impending pressure in them. She had been staring fixedly at the ceiling all this time, but now she couldn't help but glance down and look at her breasts. She cringed at the overpowering excitement that the lewd sight pumped into her body: His strong hands were holding her breasts masterfully, and the large brown aureolas, crowned with the fully erected nipples, were protruding between the fingers of his encircling hand. Her nipples had grown and were beginning to distend wantonly at the touch of his kneading hands; they looked like berries .. . wanting, screaming, to be picked, licked and eaten. She flicked her gaze away almost immediately to cleanse the obscene thoughts from her mind.
"Does it bother you to see me doing this to you?" the man asked, catching the direction of her eye movement.
"Ye ... es," she said hesitantly.
"But you like it don't you?"
She didn't answer him, but her blush intensified.
"Don't you?" the man asked insistently at her silence.
"Ye . .. yes," she said confused.
"Do your nipples feel distended and pressured?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to squeeze them?"
Did she want! My God, her whole body was begging for it! But she couldn't tell him. It was not right... something seemed wrong in the approach. She couldn't ask him to do it. It would be like begging him to masturbate her!
"Don't, don't feel ashamed. This is why I'm here. To help you and help you discover the inner truth about yourself," the man said in a very low voice close to her ear.
Still she couldn't.
"Tell me, don't be afraid, I'm a professional man," he said whispering. And his hands seemed to move more maddeningly than ever before, driving her out of her mind... she wanted .. . she ...
"I do, I do," she whispered, almost begging. "What exactly," he prodded her on. "To squeeze my nipples," she said now wild with an overpowering desire.
No sooner than she had finished uttering the last words the masseur brought his fingers up to each of her nipples. But instead of squeezing them to release the pressure he began taunting them with a soft almost superficial massage. Stella could hardly control herself, for the tantalizing caresses almost drove her crazy.
"Oooooh, oooooooooooh!," she gasped suddenly at the hard pinch the man gave her two rose-buds. And she sensed how the two budding nipples became erect and hard, ready to be rolled between the strong fingers.
It didn't take long. The masseur knew she was more than ready, and he let his thumbs and forefingers go to work. He began to roll the tender, berry-like nipples back and forth and from side to side. He squeezed them hard, but almost instantly released the pressure so that Stella felt only a slight pang of pain that, instead of hurting her, seemed to increase the stimulation of her senses.
Her tongue felt a little heavy from having to control the desire to moan and groan, as his wonderful fingers rolled the pressure out of her wildly straining breasts. And yet, instead of receiving satisfaction, she was now more desperate than ever because the hungering need - instead of disappearing under the expert's hand - transferred itself deep down into her belly, igniting the smoldering embers of lust in her cunt. Until now her dully throbbing clitoris had just felt the general desire of her body, but now it was budding and jutting erect as the insane throbbing of her breasts reverberated like a gong throughout her loins. The naked young secretary felt like screaming. The fingers felt so good on her nipples as they kneaded and squeezed, but it was not enough. She needed more! God! she was ashamed, but she needed more! Not more in her contented breasts, but more - much more - right where it counted ... in her hotly hungering cunt.
My, my, the sweet little bitch really gets hot fast, doesn't she? Fred thought smiling to himself. Well, no one with that kind of shape could possibly be a jelly-fish. But still he had not expected such quick reaction from that cock-stiffening little body of hers. Of course, the masseur was an expert! But the real point of his surprise was his own reaction to the lewd spectacle. Already his frantically pulsing cock was ready to explode in a fountain of white hot cum. It was way too early, he told himself. It was useless! But his impatiently hardened penis had a mind of its own and now all it wanted was a good fuck. Well, old buddy, he thought, you just have to wait! His aching balls were beginning to fill faster than he wanted with their hot churning liquid. Where was all that self-control he prided himself to have. Right now it seemed gone down the drain, and the only thing that remained was the gnawing ache in his penis and balls. It had never been so fast before . . . but he had never waited for a cunt as long as he had waited for this one. And seeing the beautiful young blonde like this, excited and ready, and naked atop a table, how could he help but let his cock jump with lust. He stroked his member a little harder and looked at it almost with compassion. You'll get to her, he thought, the best is still to come.
For Stella, the whole world seemed to come to a stop when the man's strong hands stopped kneading her breasts. He proceeded to massage the rest of her body as if the excitement and peak he had brought her to were nothing but part of an unfinished ritual. Stella's mind seemed to dangle at the edge of a precipice: She did not know whether to scream and beg the man to finish the job he started, or to swallow her tongue and bear the torture with a stiff upper lip. As the man's hands worked her midriff, her excitement grew and grew. Now it was not just a tingling sensation running rampant all over her body; it was a hot implacable hunger - a wild need to be fed - in that quivering little mouth up between her legs. She had to control herself not just from moaning, but from opening and closing her legs in an obscene invitation to caress her there. It was blatantly indecent how she felt, but there was nothing she could do! She could hardly manage to keep quiet now. The tormenting hands moved from her ribs down to her passion-tensed little belly and began massaging from her navel to her hips, each hand acting as an independent agent. Then it happened ...
"Oooohhh ..." she moaned under her breath when she felt the hands move down to where her thighs met the torso. It was too close to her hotly throbbing cunt for comfort.
"It's getting to you?" the masseur asked when he overheard her whisper.
Stella did not answer.
Moving his hands slowly along her satin-textured thighs and letting his fingers touch gently the top of her softly curling triangle of pubic hair, he asked her again, "Are you sexually excited? Don't be ashamed of answering. I expect you to be."
Stella could not bring herself to answer. But her breath had come almost to a stop when she felt the man's hand dig between her excitedly trembling legs and separate them before beginning to massage her super-sensitive inner thighs. She was too shamelessly aroused now in her vagina to question whether this was right or wrong; whether it was proper for her to be lying naked on the table while a total stranger fumbled around her wetly hungering pussy, massaging her inner thighs, with her employer watching it all. These questions vanished from her consciousness as the raging fires searing the middle of her cunt grew hotter and spread. Oh God, she thought, someone do something!
"Are you? Are you hot?" the man asked as his fingers gently touched the narrow, hair-lined slit that separated the full hungrily throbbing lips of her pussy ...
"Oooooohh! Oooooooh!" Stella moaned unable to control herself any longer when the man finally caressed the burning center of desire.
"Tell me. Are you hot?" he asked again while his hand placed more pressure on the wet, hair-lined slit.
"Oooooh, God! Yes ... yes. Can't you see?" she said almost whimpering at the man's handling of her quivering vaginal lips.
"That's just the way we expect you to be," he answered and with that he moved one hand under knees and lifted them so that her legs bent and propped themselves up. Then with one swift movement he spread them so that her insanely pulsating pussy was at last in a position to be "massaged."
Jeeeessssuuus! Fred thought, feeling weak at the knees. Look at that. For Pete's sake, look at what a fantastic little cunt she had. . . Staring now for the first time straight into the girl's rose-hued cuntal cavern, he could not hold out any longer, and he started stroking his thickly heated cock, slipping the thick foreskin over and down the swollen head that was already dripping with lust-incited semen.
The masseur opened the moistly heated lips of Stella's expectant pussy in what seemed to her to be torturous slow motion. Then without the help of any lubricant he began sliding his outstretched middle finger up and down the open vaginal lips - from the tip of her erect little clitoris to the mouth of her hotly dilated cunt. The hopelessly aroused young secretary simply couldn't take it any longer, and involuntarily her legs began to scissor open and closed in an effort to bring on an orgasm. It was plain to her now that she was powerless to resist the burning desire in her vagina, and all she cared about now was the exquisite release that only a climax could bring. Secretly she prayed that the man would stop playing around with her clitoris and slip one or two fingers into her. She didn't care! All she wanted was to quench the longing in her loins.
Then suddenly softer fingers seemed to replace, the master hand, and she opened her eyes to watch in a trance how her employer ran his hands over her nakedly defenseless vagina while the masseur held her cuntal lips open for him.
"Ooooh, no ... no ... " she moaned in desperation and whatever shame was left in her mind.
"He, too, must be freed from his sexual inhibitions and hang-ups," the masseur said simply.
She was too far gone to really care now and the suave fingers were tweaking her little clitoris with such expertise that new waves of spasmodic pleasure were wringing her lust-contorted body. She began to rock her head sideways as Fred Rodgers kept tantalizing the sensitive inner lips of her cunt and playing teasingly with her frantically throbbing clitoris. Until... she could hold no more ... she needed ... God!
"Oh, please, please ..." she pleaded.
"What?" asked the masseur.
"Oh, please do something... do something before I go crazy ..." she finally muttered out the words pounding in her chest.
"Something like this?" the man asked as he put his fingers directly on the quivering little mouth of her dilating cunt.
"Oooooh! No . . . noooo . . . not like that..." she moaned.
"Tell me then, how?"
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh! In. In! Put it inside me!" she almost screamed out.
Without the aid of vaseline this time the man jammed three of his fingers into her moistly clasping cunt and began fucking them in and out with the same efficiency he had worked her anus before.
"Ooooooooh God! OOOOOoooooo HHHHHhhh!" Stella moaned uncontrollably as she felt the fingers moving like a wonderfully thick penis inside the hotly hungering walls of her cunt. They dug in and stretched out making her feel as if the only world was the one centered up between her wildly thrashing legs. God, she was so hot that it would take only seconds to cum! She writhed without care or shame and her head flailed from side to side in an obscene picture of complete abandonment.
Suddenly the masseur began pumping in and out of her wetly clasping crevice with rhythmic movements that rubbed against her clitoris on the inward strokes. Stella was beyond herself now and, without caring what sort of a picture she made, she began eagerly lifting her nakedly working buttocks up in the air at each downstroke of the man's powerful hand . . . just as if some thick wonderful cock were really fucking her. Suddenly, the naked young blonde stiffened; she jerked her hips up to the man's finger once .. . twice . . . three times and then . . . then .. .
That was it! She was going to cum! Godd, God!, she was going . . . to . . . ccccuuuuummmmmm . ..
"OoooooooHHHHHH! OOOOOOOHHHHH!" she heard herself scream out loud as a wetly heated feeling inundated the depths of her wildly convulsing cunt. Her legs twitched in spasms of ungovernable pleasure as her body rocked with the electric shock of orgasm. She didn't hold her legs back this time when they jerked out towards the man's shoulders, offering the soft warmth of her cunt for one last fucking stroke. Then ... then, she collapsed.
"Christ . . . Christ . . . I'm cummmmmmiiiiinnnggg tooo!" she heard a low masculine voice moan .. . very low. She didn't have to open her eyes to recognize whose it was. She knew - her boss.
Fred, too, unable to hold himself any longer after touching his secretary's wetly throbbing cunt, and after the obscenely exciting picture of Stella's subjugation to the man's questions and massage, had let his sperm-laden balls fill and explode. The viscous liquid flowed up to the head of his madly jerking penis and his cum pumped out, fast and hot.
Like Stella he almost had no time to enjoy the pleasures of his orgiastic climax ... he had been holding out too long. Now as the last drop of his milk-like semen dripped from his rapidly deflating cock, the passion-tensed muscles in his body began to relax, and he wiped off the sweat on his forehead with the palm of his hand. Man! What a scene, he thought. What a wild, unbelievable scene! And, shit, it hasn't even started yet!
Chapter Four
Stella lay on the table with her knees locked together, slowly catching her breath. She could still feel gentle, rippling contractions in her leg muscles, remnants of the orgasm's aftermath. Her chest heaved as her lungs sucked clean air and tried to restore her breathing back to normal. All her bodily functions were normalizing, except her mind - it was blank. It refused to think or analyze what had gone on a few minutes before, and it lay in a state of stupor.
Fred watched her closely as his own body regained its composure. The battle had been won, he thought happily. All her resistance had been broken by the manual fuck the masseur had given her. From now on it would be his turn, and while she might doubt methods, in the future she would not put up another fight, because whatever moral code she had before was now totally shattered . .. That was Stage One of Comfort House plan - to destroy the patient's self-confidence and moral standards. This, he knew, had been thoroughly accomplished. He noticed her unblinking eyes and her glazed stare: She's still under the shock of what she's done, he thought, but it will soon dull in her memory.
The massure, in the meantime, had been waiting for Stella to catch her breath. Noticing that now she had begun inhaling more evenly, he resumed his massage. Without changing the position of her legs the fingers began rubbing her firmly curving thighs down towards the knees. Stella made no movement; it was as if she were totally unaware of anything or anybody in the room besides herself. But the fingers kept massaging and digging and rubbing. Her eyes were glued, unseeing, to the ceiling and her body muscles lacked the normal tension of the living. She seemed to be a living corpse. Yet, as the fingers kept probing her flesh, slowly, very slowly Stella started to come back to life.
Both men watched every inch of her body for a sign that would indicate her coming back to reality. Her eyes were the first to get back their normal routine of blinking. Now it looked as if she were tediously trying to focus her pupils on something familiar, something that would make her recognize where she was . .. who she was. The eyes rolled in their orbits, searching until slowly she lowered her gaze and met Fred's eyes ... It was like a lash! Instantly her mind snapped back from the abyss where she had been floating and crashed on the hard rock of reality. Fred saw no reproach in the look, there was no hatred: He only saw pity in her large green eyes.
Stella drowned a sob in her chest. Yes, Fred's eyes had brought her back to the horrible reality of who she was and where she was. She felt empty inside, as if someone had torn to shreds every decent muscle in her body. Then she became aware for the first time of the massaging fingers on her legs. Still she didn't flinch - what was the use? She had behaved like a cheap, the cheapest street harlot, succumbing to her own base desire. She didn't feel sick with herself - she was beyond that - all she felt was an incredible emptiness in her soul. What could she do? Yet the terrible accusation she had to bear was that she had enjoyed every minute of that man's fingers fucking in and out of her pussy. Yes, she couldn't deny it and this was the sad part. Up until now she had considered herself a woman of certain principles, with certain standards and moral code. All that was gone now, something had broken inside her that could never be repaired.
"All right, Miss, I think we're finished," the masseur said with a flat voice. And to give Stella some momentum, he wheeled her legs around and pulled her up into a sitting position.
"Thank you," Stella actually heard herself say in a whisper. How mechanical we are trained to react, she thought.
"It's nothing. In fact, it has been a pleasure to work with such a responsive patient."
Stella did not look up at him afraid he might snicker right in her face. But she didn't hear him laugh, instead he walked straight into his office, wrote something on her record and brought it back to her. She took it in her limp hands and for a moment did not know what to do, so she sat there for some time. She was hardly aware that the masseur had brought her the uniform, and it was not until he spoke that she snapped out of her daydream.
"Here's your uniform. Now take the records and proceed to room number two. We have accomplished here what we intended, and I don't think there is any need to retain you any further. Do you have any questions?"
Stella shook her head and began to undress quickly as if trying to make up for the time lost. Fred watched her quickly slip into the jump suit and zipper behind the curtain of cloth the beautiful naked flesh that had turned him on so thoroughly that he had lost his self control. When she picked the dossier with her personal information he asked, "Are you ready Stella?"
"Yes, sir."
"Fred, remember?" he corrected.
"Ah, yes ... Fred." But still she did not look up into his eyes.
When they walked out the door and had taken several steps, Stella realized how light and limber her whole body felt. Every muscle seemed in place and beautifully toned. Odd, she almost felt athletic, or at lease capable of athletic feats. Her legs felt strong and her head clear, as if some magic potion had cleansed her inside out. And for the first time she admitted there might be a scientific basis for the treatment she was receiving. If the masseur had meant she was learning when he said they had "accomplished what they wanted" - it was right. She WAS learning. Stella now fully realized that the flesh was not and could not be controlled by the mind once it was excited. And that for the body there existed no such thing as good or evil. Sex was sex and there was no other connotation to it. It was the purest of all feelings, she thought smiling, not aware that in the back of her mind she had already adapted to Comfort House's brain-washing. Her shame was slowly being eroded away.
"How do you feel?" Fred ventured to ask when they were almost halfway to room number two.
"Oh, really in top shape. That massage.. . well it did do wonders to my muscles," she said looking into Fred's eyes for the first time. They seemed to her as respectful and clear of evil thought as when they left the office that morning. That morning! Good grief! It seemed ages ago and she wondered what time it was.
"What time is it, sir ... I mean, Fred?"
"Hhmmm . . . that's a tough one. I guess we'll have to ask one of the orderlies. I turned in all my 'jewelry' with the clothes. Just a minute, here comes an orderly," he said and walked ahead of Stella to meet the young man. They exchanged a few words and the orderly walked on.
"Useless, he said it's against regulations to be conscious of the time. Can you believe that!" he said, actually amazed.
To his surprise it was Stella who came out with the explanation, "No, it makes sense. With their program, if they are going to break all the mental barriers that suffocate executives, the first thing that has to be eliminated is the 'sense of time.' Because time always means that you are either late or early, or have an appointment, or a meeting, or a report to give," she said logically.
"Yes. Of course. You are right," he said smiling and thought: Well, the little lady is actually digesting everything very fast. Good, good. . . so much the better.
Actually he didn't care about the time. What he wanted was to get to room number two as fast as possible, and now that they were more than half way there he could hardly contain himself from running at full speed. He tried to breathe in deeply to conceal his excitement. Room number two would mark for him the beginning of his own, long awaited time with Stella. There he would be able to hold her in his arms and feel her whole warm nakedness crushed against his own. And now that he had already touched some of that glorious pussy he longed for, he could hardly stop from trembling. My God! His fingers could still feel the electric sensation of touching and massaging the wetly heated lips of her hot young cunt in room number one.
Now they were before a large double-glass door with a big sign reading: ROOM NO. 2. The trusting young blonde secretary looked up at him in anticipation as if waiting for an answer. Instead he just smiled and opened the door. They went in and to Stella's surprised eyes the room turned out to be a giant domed structure with a huge swimming pool in the middle. There were couches and tables surrounding the pool in the middle, where men and women were sitting sipping some drinks. Others were swimming or frolicking together in the giant pool. To the left there were some shower stalls and to the right another door. Again her eyes wandered toward the mass of water and it was then she noticed the smoke rising from its surface. It must be heated, she thought.
"Would you like something to drink now?" Fred asked interrupting her observations and train of thought.
"Yes, that would be nice."
They went over to one of the corner tables and sat down on one of the comfortable couches; within seconds an orderly appeared with two glasses and set them on the table.
"Sorry, only orange juice is served in this establishment," Fred said apologetically. "Doctor's orders."
"Oh, I don't mind. In fact I couldn't think of anything more refreshing at the moment."
She started sipping her drink when suddenly her eyes widened in stunned disbelief as she watched one of the men who had been swimming come out of the pool dripping wet. . . and totally naked! His chest was covered with hair that slowly disappeared until there was nothing left when it got down to his belly. Then it flowed again from under his navel to finally spurt like a fountain at his loins. Stella shuddered with embarrassment as she watched the man's penis dangling limply, swaying from side to side, as he walked in their direction. She could see his testicles too, covered with very thin hair and weighing heavily beneath the penis in their wrinkled little pouches. She tried to take her eyes away in embarrassment, but she couldn't It was as if the fascination of seeing a man walk naked and totally unconcerned, forced her eyes to follow the masculine figure. Her mind was diverted. temporarily from the man walking in their direction while she watched two other men and then... a woman... all naked stepping out from the steaming hot water. They all walked around, seemingly unconcerned by anybody's looks. Until she suddenly realized that nobody was really paying attention to their naked bodies, except her. She felt very self-conscious and forced her eyes to wander in the opposite direction.
To her dismay, the man she had first spotted was coming closer and closer to their table. God! Now he was nodding his head at her boss ... he definitely was coming over. . . like that! What was she going to do with herself? Already her face felt flushed, and her ears burned with the blood that had risen to her head from embarrassment. She wished she could hide and not be seen. But the man was now only a few paces away ...
"Hello, Fred. Nice to see you here. What a nice coincidence!" the man said warmly, shaking her employer's hand with a friendly squeeze.
"Well, hello, Randy. It's certainly nice to meet you ... of all people," Fred scid in his usual friendly manner. "Here, let me introduce you to Stella," he added, turning around to say, "Stella this is a Comfort House friend of mine, Randy. Randy, this is Stella!"
"Glad to meet such a beautiful lady," the man said with a smile, and extended his hand to the blushing young blonde.
Almost swamped with embarrassment, she lifted her eyes to meet the man's, and forced her hand up to take the friendly outstretched palm waiting for hers. She heard herself mumble something under her breath, but she wasn't sure it was intelligible. Randy shook her hand warmly, and then she retrieved it as fast as she could. She felt indecent shaking the hand of a man who stood totally naked before her.. . with his penis feathering the air right under her nose. She had never been in such a position before, and just did not know how to react.
"She's new around here, eh, Fred?" the man asked her boss.
"Yes, she is."
"Don't worry, Stella. You'll get used to everything in time and sooner than you think you'll start enjoying Comfort House for all it's worth." the man said, in what seemed to be a sincere tone of voice. She raised her eyes once more but lowered them as soon as the man blinked. She couldn't. .. she couldn't hold his gaze.
"Don't forget your old buddy later on, Fred. Eh?" she heard the man say. But what she didn't see was the lewd smile and wink he gave her boss. It seemed to be an agreement or signal between the two men. Fred smiled back and said non-committally, "We'll see about it, O.K.?"
"I trust you buddy," the man repeated and passed his tongue lewdly over his lips looking at Stella who still hid her eyes beneath her semi-closed eyelids. He walked away.
That depends on what you have to offer, "buddy," Fred thought to himself. Not unless you brought some real banger would he consider trading Stella. If Randy had brought someone who could match Stella's looks, her breasts, her cunt, then he might consider. Cunt for cunt. A fair trade was all he asked. But if he had brought one of the dumb blondes - no dice. These chicks had their pussies so stretched out by all the men in their offices that it took all the excitement away because he could never feel the walls of their vaginal passages expanding when he fucked into them. It was disgusting to put his thick cock inside these girls and feel it slide in and out smoothly like a well oiled machine, never really touching him or her. What was most disgusting of all was the faked groans and mewling of these bitches ... he couldn't stand it. . . they were so goddamned theatrical. It was preferable to go to a prostitute and lay the line down straight - just take it in and don't give any crap back - they were more honest than those aspiring starlets and ass-wagging, husband-seeking idiotic bitches.
Stella's mind was mulling over the man's conversation. She sipped her orange juice and wondered what he meant by the comment, "Don't forget your old buddy later on." It sounded a little strange, suggestive even. But her boss had given such a curt and noncommittal answer that she wondered if he had alluded to some side business or commision that only her boss could get him. She knew enough about high executive positions to realize that to get to the top a man needed not only intelligence and drive, but also a helping hand. And she knew of several cases where her boss had been instrumental in getting promotions for some of his best salesmen. But she also knew that at the top no one did anything for nothing, and she wondered what sort of favors or kickbacks Fred Rodgers received from the men for his recommendations for promotions. At one time she thought it was women, but she realized he needed no one to do the hunting for him; he was successful enough. So she discarded women from her mind. Money? Not in the sense of cash. It hadn't been too long ago that she finally caught on to what his payment consisted of:
POWER.
All those people who owed him something he placed in key decision-making positions, not requesting anything from them. But later, she was sure, their dues would be collected. Her boss had intentions of going far in the company - up to the board. And for that he needed every bit of support he could get, so he was taking care of placing "his men" in positions that later might be called on to help in the ascent. She admired him even more since then, because she saw in him a man who could get what he wanted without soiling his hands with dirty business.
Suddenly, a voice seemed to fill the room. Stella looked around startled and noticed a tall looking man dressed in a doctor's gown addressing the crowd. She now noticed that a lot of men and women had come into the room. There must have been at least sixty people. The doctor started giving instructions. The first thing, he said, was to hand the uniforms to the orderlies who would come around collecting them, then to step into the swimming pool. Stella listened with astonished ears. It was impossible! It had been degrading enough to undress and be massaged, she thought shamefacedly. But how could she walk naked before all the crowd? To her horror a nurse approached them with a stern face.
"You haven't changed yet?" she said in a scolding tone.
"I... I..." the young secretary stammered, turning her face to seek comfort from Fred only to find, to her dismay, that he had stripped completely and stood naked before the nurse handing his uniform over.
"Come on, Miss. We don't have too much time. The session is about to start," she said to Stella in a stern voice. The embarrassed blonde was so cowed by the stern look of the nurse that she undressed rapidly.
She stood now, weak in her knees, feeling more than naked - defenseless - before the hoard of people who must be staring at her. She couldn't move her eyes. But curiosity finally took the better part of her, and involuntarily she glanced up to notice that no one was paying any particular attention to her.. .except her boss. Fred Rodgers was staring at her, and his eyes seemed to roam like warm hands over her body. She forced herself to turn around and meet his gaze. He smiled and stretched out his hand to catch her by the wrist, and tugged until she was forced to walk up to him. Stella couldn't help but notice that his body was beautifully shaped, athletic and muscular, well tanned ... and she trembled ... with an erection that put back the color in her face, but much deeper red than before.
She couldn't stop feasting her eyes on his virilely hardened penis and marvelling at how thick it was. My God! she thought, he would stretch any woman beyond her endurance. The head was covered by the heavy foreskin, but it still couldn't conceal the throbbing that kept making the entire shaft jerk up straight at her as if it wanted to impale her from the distance. Nor could it conceal the healthy moist pinkness of the very tip of his shaft. From where she was standing she could clearly see his heavily swaying balls and how they hung like two beautifully formed miniature pears covered with tiny wrinkles and soft fuzzy hair. There was none of the dangling quality about them that most others had. Instead they seemed well rooted to his loins and demanded a commanding presence of their own, even beneath the imposing spear of hard flesh that stood over them like a protective umbrella.
Fred watched her and he instinctively knew that even though she had her eyes downcast he was being examined in detail. It was human curiosity that he was sure not even Stella could avoid. Genitals were much too close to our animal nature for anyone to overlook them. Let her watch as much as she wants, he thought, proudly. He was sure his penis would not disappoint her... now or later.
The doctor began speaking again through the loud speaker system asking everyone to step into the water. Fred pulled Stella and without saying a word he guided her to the edge of the pool to where the stairs were. Gently he pushed her so that she had to either step down or fall in the water. Pressured into action Stella opted to descend by the steps, and in a few seconds she felt herself submerged in wonderfully warm water. Fred followed her and they walked along until both felt totally at ease in the pool. It was a tremendous sensation that rippled through both their bodies, and Stella managed to almost forget about all the people who were milling about her. A warm and soothing feeling seemed to envelop her whole being, making her feel like a baby back in the womb. Her mind did not record anything except the pleasurable sensations being transmitted by each individual cell from her toes to the roots of her hair.
"Now ladies and gentlemen we are going to start with the first part of the treatment. The initial step (before we can go any further) is to make 'contact' with your partner. I want you first to touch hands and then to let your hands touch the other's body so you can learn what he or she 'feels' like. In our modern society we shun away from direct contact to such an extent that our relationships - even between husbands and wives - become totally superficial. Why? Because we are afraid to get involved, and to touch is to get involved. So now, ladies and gentlemen, touch and learn from your hands," the doctor said in a loud encouraging voice.
Fred turned to Stella and linked his hands to hers. She lowered her face even more. His hands were strong and felt very masculine to her soft delicate skin. They were warm and squeezed her gently.
"Do not be embarrassed. We are all in the same boat," the doctor called out. Let your hands feel your partner and vice versa. Touch, ladies and gentlmen. Touch."
Fred gave one hard squeeze to her hands, and then let go of them. They began to crawl over her arms, over her elbows, and further up to her shoulders. She couldn't help the goosebumps that followed the path of the masculine hands on her water covered body. She was trembling slightly from his touch, but she didn't say a word or move one of her fingers. She was paralyzed. The hands now reached inches from her face and she could smell the skin that still carried the familiar scent she noticed so many times in the office. The hands moved down her back and she felt a finger count her vertebra one by one . .. then .. .
The hands disappeared and she was enveloped in his arms. Her face was squashed against his chest and .. . and his erect penis was nudging like a hot poker against her lower abdomen! His virile hardness refused to bend even when it was pressed tightly against her skin. She couldn't move! Everybody else seemed to be reacting and just following the medical directions, but she couldn't... she wanted to run away, far away. But she couldn't force a "scene" - they would all think her a fool. The naked young blonde was getting very nervous and her breathing was becoming difficult. The roaming hands brought her back to the reality before her and she found they had travelled down, all the way down to her buttocks. The moment of indecision changed abruptly to shame, humiliation, embarrassment as she felt the hands cup her buttocks and the fingers gently plying her flesh. But worse, worst of all, was the terrible feeling that his living, hotly jerking cock gave her. It was moving against her belly like a caged animal, jumping and lunging against her skin. The hands, too, seemed to get wilder and wilder, moving from her buttocks to her sides, touching her immersed thighs then going up again to her arms and shoulders, caressing the neck, and gently sliding down her spine to finally bury themselves again in the fleshy sensitiveness of her naked buttocks.
The hands were moving so fast, but so gently ... and the water was so warm ... and everyone else was doing it... that the first feelings of shame and humiliation began to disappear, even as Fred's hot breath began tormenting her ear. Only the deep embarrassment at her nakedness and the burrowing shaft in her belly persisted, that, she couldn't contain. She sighed to break the pressure in her confused mind.
Fred, mistaking this for consent, let his head come down and his lips burn on her long, elegant neck. This time he felt Stella shiver visibly at his touch, but it was too late to go back. He wanted her too much to keep pretending being a gentlemen. He let his tongue roll at the nape and around her ear and the tip tintillated with the thrill of her soft skin. She smelled wonderful and her body tasted ... of God knows what.. . but whatever he couldn't stop. He let his tongue and lips roam over that voluptuously ripened body he had waited for so long. Yet only her skin was reacting to his caressing, she was rigid, and he wanted a woman, not a statue. For one instant he took his hands away from her unresponding body and, grabbing her arms, he placed them around his waist.
"Touch me!" he commanded her hoarsely. "Do as the doctors ask," he added, softening the tone and manner of his order.
Stella's hand trembled at the first contact with her boss' skin. She was so surprised by his move and by his command that without thinking she reacted automatically by letting her hands begin to lightly massage his body. She was suffocating in the confusion of the burning lips on her neck, of his hands on her sensually awakening body, and of her own hands against his naked flesh .. . God! She was kneading his lean, rock-hard buttocks! Suddenly she stopped as if frozen by the realization of what she was willingly doing.
"Stella . . . you've got to. Don't make a scene please. There is a nurse watching us already .. just relax and let it come naturally," Fred said in his most convincing voice.
Just then Stella realized that she had closed her eyes. When she opened them the scene that unfolded before her eyes was almost unreal: Everybody was touching one another. The men were not just caressing the women with their hands, some were sucking their breasts, or kissing them violently. Others were hanging on to each other by their lips while their hands fumbled under the water. And walking around the patients at the edge of the pool were nurses checking and writing things on pads.
"Stella, please ..." Fred pleaded with her once again to see if he could bring back some reaction to her rigidly frightened body.
Yes, yes, she must. She had to force herself. Everyone else seemed concentrated in what they were doing, in making their 'contacts'. She closed her eyes once more and slowly made her lingers move. She moved them automatically for a long time, but after a while an unconscious sensation started drifting from her fingertips to the core of her body. What Fred's hands had been unable to accomplish her hands had done - they began to create an animal desire deep down in her pussy. Now everything seemed to rush into her bloodstream at once as Fred's lips burned and scorched her. His hands began eliciting warm tingling effects from.her aroused young body and this coupled with the sensation travelling up her own hands made an incredible pounding begin bearing down on her rapidly awakening vagina. It was insane! She didn't think, all she could do was react to the physical surroundings around her.
Unexpectedly, Fred, who had sensed her resistance disappear, squeezed her in his arms, and Stella's body suddenly seemed to break from all its shackles - and she relaxed completely. He knew he had her now! He had to act fast, and without waiting one more second, his hips began sliding lewdly under the water against the trusting young girl's. He felt his thickly excited cock touch the wet hairiness of her pussy and move over her thighs returning again and again over her velvety triangle. Each time it became more unbearable, and he tried to wedge his massively throbbing cock between her legs. All pretention was over, and all he wanted was to get her as hot as he was. He started rotating his chest so that her nipples brushed against his hair-matted chest. Slowly the little peaks of pleasure began to come alive under him.
Stella was all too aware of the moment her berry-like nipples began to get hard and palpitate with desire, but that sensation was nothing compared to the effect that Fred's rocking and taunting penis was having on her hotly quivering cunt. Each time he pushed against her loins, she felt distinctly his entire length demanding attention and trying to wedge itself between her legs. Her hopelessly aroused pussy pounded with a frenzy and the fires of desire once again were kindled in her cunt. It was impossible to keep on like this . . . her mind had stopped functioning along rational terms and was preoccupied with only one thing, sex. But she didn't analyze it this way. Only the burning desire that kept shaking her body was real in her mind. Perhaps only for one second did it flash in her brain the weakness of her flesh and the terrible control that little opening up between her hot thighs had on her. But it was only a flash, and it vanished under the lust that began to spread over her entire being.
Fred felt Stella's naked young body begin to rock in motion with his own under the water, and he knew that at last the little bitch was lost... at least for that hour. All he prayed now was for the second set of 'instructions' to come on the air so he could turn her into a real raving mass and get his mouth on that sweet little cunt of hers. He was going to eat her pussy like she had never been eaten before ... if she had been eaten at all.
He was going to make her squirm and cum right in his mouth because he wanted to taste her desire right where it counted. Then as if his prayers were being answered the doctor came on the loud speaker system.
"We are going to continue now with step two of our plan, ladies and gentlemen. Now that you have made your first 'contact' we want your mind to make its own contact with sex. Because what we are aiming for is to make it clear that your bodies are clean. That sex is therefore clean. We want to eradicate that shame and guilt you feel. We want your minds to come right down and face what is sex and realize once and for all that mind and body are one and not two separate entities. For this we are going to bring you to your first encounter with oral-genital contact. So, gentlemen, please place your partners on the edge of the pool and let your minds taste the truth. And ladies, feel, just feel. Don't analyze anything. That's what we are here for."
Stella's ears listened, but the familiar words didn't register in her brain. She was following instructions and not analyzing.... just feeling. She followed Fred's tugging hand and did not make a move when he lifted her up to the edge of the pool and sat her naked before him. She didn't even resist when he pushed his body between her outspread legs. Her mind was dazed by all she had seen and all she had experienced. Besides, Fred's hands were reassuring, and his face was the only familiar thing in the strange room. She had no one else to trust.
Fred gave a little gasp when he saw her delectable little pussy so wet and naked before him . .. and open for assault. She was like a wet Venus with her lushly ripened breasts dripping water and the golden pubic hair glistening in its moistness. He wasted no time. He couldn't wait any longer, and dropping his head, he let his warmly hungering lips come to the "vee" of her loins, spreading the soft, blonde pubic hairs with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moist inviting slit of her vagina.
Stella jumped, snapping awake from the sudden electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris, and almost fell flat on her back. She was automatically going to close her legs when Fred's calm voice reached her.
"Stella, everybody is looking at us ... please just relax. I will not harm you or do anything against the doctor's orders. But please don't make a scene... we have to look like the others."
She froze for a minute as her eyes surveyed the unbelievably lewd panorama. The men who had previously made their 'contacts' were now engrossed in their partner's genitals, and their initial sucking sounds reached her ears. To her surprise no one was fighting anyone. Some women were in fact already moaning, and the one directly to her right was mumbling, "Suck me, baby. Suck me."
No one seemed shocked: They all seemed to be just enjoying themselves and if not, just following the medical orders. The nurses were still walking around, looking and jotting things down in their pads. She had to act as if nothing mattered. She couldn't make a scene in the place .. .
Again, Fred placed his palms flat against the inside of her trembling young thighs, his thumbs resting on her wetly throbbing vaginal lips. Then with what seemed to her to be a slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs, he drew the ragged pink layers slowly apart, exposing her excitedly quivering pussy to his gaze. He watched it hungrily for a moment then with the suave movement of an expert he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warm, eagerly throbbing walls of her pussy.
The naked young blonde woman jerked again, but this time did not attempt to escape, and she bit her Up not to moan at the unexpected assault on her sensitive flesh. Sitting as she was at the edge of the pool, with at least two dozen other couples having oral sex around her, Stella watched in half-horror and disbelief at what was happening as his head rocked obscenely up and down between her legs below. She clenched her fists as she felt his warm slippery tongue spearing in and out of her involuntarily and already wetly dilating cunt. In spite of the initial fear that had gripped her, the implacable lust she had felt before began to take hold of her once more as tiny wisps of forbidden and unwanted pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly.
While his tongue worked over and over the sweetness of her tight little pussy, Fred's eyes remained open watching how the naked couple next to them went at it. It was a double stimulation! Although he could not see Stella's face or breasts, he imagined she probably looked as contorted with delight as the women across from him. And her ripe sensuous tits must be quivering like the other's full white breasts were. He waited . . . waited . . . licking and sucking ... and finally he felt the first signs of total surrender to his tongue ...
Stella was no longer frozen, but she still contained herself from moaning while she heard Fred begin to make obscene noises as his sucking down there of her hotly stimulated cunt became more excited. The flame alight within her was burning out of control, and she was helpless to fight it. My Lord, how did she ever get into this position?
Suddenly she felt Fred's hands force her legs wider apart, exposing even more of her nakedly defenseless vagina ... and then the tip of his tongue thrust like a penis into the tight little opening of her anus. The unexpected searing contact with the sensitive rubbery opening brought at last a long, low moan from her lips. She closed her eyes and her lips involuntarily bared back over her teeth as an incredibly erotic sensation went racing through her naked young body, making her legs quiver on both sides of his head.
"Ooooooohhh, God! Ooooh!" she moaned again and again, unable to control herself any longer. Goosebumps rippled across her erotically quivering belly and breasts. Her chest heaved in excitement, and she knew that once again her shamelessly aroused body had begun to desert her.
"Oh, no, no. I can't, I can't," she said in a whisper when she realized the full extent of her surrender. .. her body no longer felt shame or even embarrassment. It was enjoying every lick of his wetly maddening tongue. She tried to hate it in her mind, but it was a useless battle. The relentlessly flicking tongue brought her closer to total abandon, and the flame in her body threatened to burst into an all-consuming conflagration once more, despite herself. One, two more minutes passed while the tongue licked ceaselessly at her nakedly writhing pussy. The last struggle with her mind gave way to the passion in her burning young cunt.. . until the vessel of desire burst.
Fred grinned, sensing her total and ultimate surrender by the almost frantic, abandoned movement of her hips. Then he felt her hands curl down into his hair and a low moan of lust come from deep in her throat. He thrust his thick tongue into the hotly quivering sheath of her vagina again and again, faster and faster. She was his now. It wouldn't take long, he sensed with excitement, and he tongue-fucked her gyrating cunt like a madman, tasting the wonderful warmness of her inner pussy walls . .. one more minute and she would be just another little bitch screaming out her release ...
And then ...
"Ooooohhhhhhh! Goooooooood God ... ! I'mmmm cuuuummmmmiiinnnggg!" Stella whined in a low voice and suddenly streams of her own hot moisture seeped from the soft walls of her wildly convulsing pussy. Fred licked and sucked with desperation tasting for the first time the very essence of her body . .. and he gloated with the knowledge that this girl was the best... and the hottest... he'd ever had.
Chapter Five
Afterwards when the whole ordeal had passed, all the patients were given towels, guided to luxurious baths and attended by orderlies who showered them, soaped them, and then perfumed them. Clean and freshly pressed uniforms were given to each patient, and then they were escorted by the large hospital staff to lunch, which turned out to be an extravagant buffet with everything imaginable.
Stella was starved, not only by the long hours without food, but also by all the emotional upheaval she had gone through. Now, after the relaxing steam bath she had taken, her body hungered for only one thing: FOOD. Still she was unprepared for the luxury of the meal -there were meats and cold cuts she had never seen, vegetables she did not know existed, and fruit imported from all over the world. In her confusion she turned once more to Fred Rodgers, upon whom she was becoming more and more dependent.
"Please help me. I don't know where to start," she confided to him in secrecy, not wanting her ignorance shown to the others.
"Yes, sure," Fred answered and, guiding her through all the rich variety of foods, selected for her black Russian caviar, pheasant, Rumanian pastrami, and a variety of cold vegetables. He, himself, didn't care too much for all the richness before him, and picked only two slices of roast beef and some turkey garnished by buttered hominy. Stella ate all and was delighted with the new tastes. For desert he introduced her to mangoes and freshly cut papayas. When they were through eating the young secretary was sure that only kings ever ate that well.
They spent sometime resting their full stomachs on comfortable couches. Some of the patients went to sleep, others played cards, and still some others just sipped tall drinks. Stella just sat and looked around. Fred had gone off to greet some old Comfort House acquaintances, and she was left alone to muse by herself. She was astonished at her initial distrust of the place and of the doctors. How could she have ever thought these dedicated people could want anything but the best for her and all the others? After all, the company needed men of wit and intelligence to keep going and it would be idiotic of them to construct and run such a large scale operation just for the sake of depravity. On top of that, no one had been anything but cordial and amiable. She had never been forced to anything she did not give in of her own accord.
The beautiful young blonde blushed for a minute, thinking that she had given herself already twice and both times of 'her own accord'. But, she immediately scolded herself for feeling that way. It was clear to her now that she had considered sex essentially dirty, if performed with anybody besides her fiance. She realized that even though some of these feelings remained with her, she was in the right path to being 'cured' from them. It was true what they had been saying - her own body had proved it to her - sexual excitement and orgasm were natural to man and to inhibit them with prudery was not only unnatural, but mentally unhealthy because it closed a natural outlet for aggression and self-gratification. When put in the right 'condition' the body discarded all the imposed mental garbage and went back to nature. Hadn't her own nakedly orgasming body reacted against her better judgement in two different occasions? The proof of all the theories she had read lay within herself, and now that she realized the theory of Comfort House, she was more than happy she had come. She was beginning to feel grateful that Fred had brought her along. How horrible to think she might have lived with all the past sexual hang-ups for the rest of her life and never have known the bliss of being
"liberated'!
"Rested?" Fred asked catching her by surprise.
"Yes. I feel recuperated," she said truthfully.
"Well now, in retrospective, how do you see Comfort House?"
"I was just mulling over that same point. I can't tell you how embarrassed I feel by the way I acted before. I was really so ignorant... I didn't understand what was going on, and so I didn't trust anyone ... not even you."
"That's quite all right. How do you see it now?"
"All I can say is I'm glad you brought me here. I wouldn't have known how much anxiety filled my mind, if you hadn't been thoughtful enough to bring me along." She smiled up at him warmly, "Thank you, a million times over."
"Don't mention it. I'm glad you feel that way." He sighed and looked around at the thinning crowd. "We might as well get going. Room no. 3 is ready and waiting for us. All these people are going unprepared, but one of my old friends gave me a hint: The doctors don't even bother to explain anything. It's the final stage of the treatment, and it's geared to guide the patient to complete emotional relief. In other words act as the spirit moves you."
"I get it. Well, lets go. I'm already intrigued."
Yes, sweetheart. Lets go! Fred thought to himself. And I hope you sure let go emotionally, because this baby here intends to go all the way as far as release is concerned. You sure had a licking-good pussy, soft and silky, but it wasn 't enough; no licking will ever be a good replacement for a good little fucking. Besides there's a lot of you I still have to touch and taste, that pair of tits for one, and those lips for another. Well, who would ever believe me if I told them that even before getting around to kissing this lovely chick I had sucked her pussy until she came right in my mouth? That's what's so beautiful about Comfort House, one can dispense with all the preliminaries and get right down to business. The doctors make sure to prepare their patients for our personal enjoyment. Well, I got my enjoyment, but fulfillment is still to come. But before I get my long hard prick in her tight little cunt, I want her to have a little taste of my own love-prod.
Fred Rodgers had a sardonic smile on his lips that Stella failed to notice. She could have never divined his thoughts, because her own mind was clean and she had a clear conscience. But what she could never imagine was the treatment that lay in store for her as she stepped past the double-glass door that Fred held open for her. They left along with the large group of people that had finished eating and walked towards the final of the three rooms of Comfort House - room no. 3.
As usual there was an orderly in attendance at the door, and their names were checked against a long list. To Stella's surprise, she found out that room no. 3 was in semi-darkness and as far as she could see it looked like an ordinary movie-projection room. Now, however, as her eyes became accustomed to the dimness, she noticed several details. The first was that there were no chairs, instead the room was furnished with the same type of couches she had seen previously in the swimming pool room. That's curious, she thought. Even more curious were the two sets of pedals or footrests that shot out of the sides of the comfortable looking couches. The other thing she noticed was that the screen hung over a real 'stage'. She wondered if the stage was used for live performances and guest speakers.
Fred had been given a number and he was searching for the couch with the corresponding numeral. At last he found it, and he guided the voluptuous young secretary to their fairly secluded corner of the room.
"Now let me show you how you are supposed to sit here," he said in a whisper.
He sat and, spreading his legs, placed one foot on each of the pedals and reclined his back comfortably against the backrest of the couch.
"And how am I supposed to sit?" Stella asked, not mentioning how strange the position was if they were just going to watch a movie. But by now she knew that methods at Comfort House were so unorthodox that none were to catch her by surprise again.
"The same way I'm sitting," Fred answered in the familiar whispering tone.
She didn't refute him. So she also sat astride on the couch, her legs spread, and resting on the same pedals as her employer's, with her back to Fred facing the movie screen. In that position she was inside his legs and forced to hunch her back; she was convinced that it was a very uncomfortable way to sit for any length of time. Just as the thought was racing through her mind, Fred took her by the shoulders and pulled her back against his chest. She stiffened at his unexpected touch.
"Relax. How long did you think you could hold on sitting the way you were? I am supposed to serve as your personal backrest," he said very close to her ear. "Just look around. Everybody is sitting the same way."
Stella's eyes roamed around the large room, and indeed everyone was sitting the same way: Astride on the couches with the men behind the women and the females resting against their partners' chests. Her muscles relaxed a little, and she realized that she was quite comfortable in this position. It was only the closeness of his face and his breath on her ear that disturbed her a little, but nothing she couldn't bear.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
"Yes, I have to admit. But a rather unconventional way of sitting, don't you think?"
"The whole idea of Comfort House is unconventional, and all their methods are quite radical. Agree?"
"Yes, very true," she said.
Her eyes wandered around again and she noticed that now that the crowd had paired off there were really very few people. Thirty couples, perhaps not even that many. It was a good number for group therapy she thought.
This was the first time she had classified the treatment in her own mind. And the more she thought about it the clearer the reason for each of the step-treatments she had received. Now she was more determined than ever to let herself react 'naturally' and not fight or feel guilty about anything that went on. If the purpose of the room was total emotional release, that's exactly what she would do - let herself go freely.
Slowly the few lights in the room became dimmer and dimmer until the entire place was in total darkness, and the screen lit up. The title of the movie came on: "The Prisoner". It was in living color. Stella's eyes locked themselves on the picture, and she let her body relax against her boss' wide chest.
Fred didn't take his hands from her shoulders; he just let them rest there for the time being. He was growing more confident by the minute knowing that Stella was convinced of the treatment of Comfort House. Lewd obscene thoughts of the things he would do to her soft body once it had reached the stage of helpless submission, ran like a fast reel in his mind. Stella would know she had been fucked like never before in her life when he finished with her. Of that, he was sure.
On the screen appeared an Arab looking man. His complexion was dark and his hair slightly curly. He was wearing what seemed to be a military uniform with high leather boots, and he held a whip in his hand. Walking down the corridor he reached an office where a pretty young girl was sitting handcuffed between two grubby looking soldiers. As the officer entered the two soldiers stood at attention. It was obvious from their guilty looks and the girl's untidy dress-front that they had been doing other things besides keeping an eye on her. . .
Fred felt his trusting young secretary jump slightly from the sudden unexpected scene, but he held her tight, and dropped his hand lower to touch the tip of her breast.
The officer looked reprovingly at his two subordinates and ordered them to take the girl away by a motion of his whip. The two soldiers marched the terrified young girl out of the office and down a corridor, followed by the officer. The stern face of the man changed as he followed the girl sandwiched between the two sloppy soldiers. He was now smiling lewdly and not trying to conceal the pleasure it gave him to watch the girl's sensuous buttocks swaying before him. The two soldiers reached a cell, opened it and pushed the girl inside. She stumbled and would have fallen flat on her face had it not been for a bunk in the room that she managed to grab to keep her balance.
The officer pointed to a chair in the room and, nodding his head, ordered her to sit down. He took a packet out of his front pocket and opened it - the camera zoomed in for a close-up - it was a chunk of what seemed to be compressed powder or tiny fibers. He pushed it under her nose, and his lewd smile now became cruel as he made the motions of rolling a cigarette with the stuff and smoking it. He looked at her cruelly and his lip curled up scornfully; he was accusing her of either possesing the hashish or of peddling it.
The girl had a look of terror in her face and began to shake her head negatively denying the charges. Tears welled in her eyes and fell over the lovely white cheeks without restraint. The officer, instead of being moved by her breakdown, became incensed and struck her harshly across the face. Then as if that was not enough he ripped her dress front and the full, voluptuous breasts that had been held confined now came to view. They were beautiful and milky white, contrasting with the officer's dark and swarthy skin. He looked at them and, licking his lips lewdly before the girl, pushed the hashish under her nose again. She just lowered her face and shook her head negatively once more. Without another word the officer grabbed one of her fearfully quivering breasts and started massaging it.
The camera switched to the girl's face, showing the wide-eyed amazement in her expression. Then the officer came into view on the screen, and he grinned lewdly as he took a picture out of his pocket showing a woman smoking a cigarette on a bed while her body was being impaled by the huge cock of a Negro. Her eyes were tightly closed in rapture and the smoke came out of her nostrils. It was obvious now what the man was getting at - he was accusing the girl of using hashish and then prostituting herself while under the influence of the drug. The camera focused again on the picture and on the girl's breasts. The officer kept kneading one of her nipples as he showed her the obscene picture of the entranced woman with her legs spread-eagle being fucked by the strong, muscular Negro.
The officer now offered her a cigarette, but the girl refused it. The Arab laughed harshly and pinched her cruelly on the nipple, causing the young female captive to cry out in anguish. Once again the cigarette was offered, and this time she didn't refuse. He lit it for her and waited. She inhaled once, twice, three times and - as the camera remained focused on her face - a slow change could be seen coming over her. Her emotions changed gradually from one of fear and pain to one of mouthed excitement while the officer kept fingering her erect little nipples. The effect of the hashish on her was all too apparent: Her eyes slowly dilated and the unmistakable haze of passion clouded her eyes. She began breathing hard as the man's hand rocked her nipples back and forth, back and forth bringing their berry-like rubberiness into hardness. Her legs began to open and close repeatedly, and her breath came in sharper gasps until she was almost panting under the officer's brutal manipulations.
Stella held her breath as she watched the lewd scenes taking place on the screen. She had never in her life seen anything like it! It all looked so real and true to life that she couldn't believe her eyes. She felt her own body twitch in sympathy with the girl, but she also had to press her buttocks down onto the couch to cut off the slight tingle that had started in her belly and worked its way down slowly to that sensuously pulsating point up between her legs. Fred, also had become excited by the scene, and was now pressing his hand hard against the softness of Stella's breast. She made no move to resist. She could feel her tiny bud-like nipple harden under the flimsy material of her patient uniform, and knew that she would have to stop him before things got too much out of control. . . yet right now she didn't want to move. She wanted to wait until the delicious tingle between her legs subsided.
The officer seeing the results of his experiment confirmed, grabbed the drug-dazed girl by the arms and marched her over to the bunk where he made her rest on her elbows and lean forward.
Standing now behind her, he pressed the cigarette to her lips and she drew deeply without hesitation. She was beyond noticing it was more of the conscience-killing hashish. The officer moved closely behind the girl and pressed the length of his body against her back. His arms extended around her and began massaging and cupping her ripely dancing breasts in a teasing circular motion that caused the girl to squirm her buttocks back hard against his loins.
The camera zoomed in below the officer's waist, and the stiffness growing beneath his pants was very clear. His excited bulge began thrusting her dress into the crevice of her buttocks, causing the thin folds of bunched material to grate against her anus. In the meantime, the Arab officer's hands had not stopped working her hardened nipples until the girl began an involuntary swaying of her behind. The man took advantage of the girl's drug intoxicated mind and pushed forward with his pelvis sinking his covered shaft deeper into the split of her involuntarily contracting buttocks. The muscles of the girl's legs could be clearly seen - taut and hard as she reacted to the man's touch. Then suddenly she jerked as one of his hands left her breasts to trail a slow, teasing path down her soft, unresisting belly. The camera drew in close as his fingers slowly insinuated themselves under the tight elastic waistband of her panties. He played around for a moment on her triangle of pubic hair, and then his outstretched middle finger curled down into the moist slit up between her legs, the nail scraping gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris sending it springing into quivering life. The camera zoomed in beneath her outspread legs from behind, and her tiny clitoris could be seen throbbing gently in the air. . .just above the visibly throbbing cuntal opening. . .
Stella hardly dared to breathe. She felt herself being lost to a loose bundle of raw nerve-ends that her mind could hardly control. She could not believe that what went on the screen could cause her body to get so worked up and hot, alighting once again the ail-too familiar flames of desire up between her legs. Fred had now pulled her so close to him that she could hardly move, and during the excitement of seeing the unprotected and throbbing clitoris of the young girl, she had allowed him to insert his hand down the "vee" of her neck and cup her nakedly throbbing breast. She could feel the small pin-pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled the tiny nipples maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel the heat of his breath rush against her ear as he buried his wetly parted lips on her neck, bringing goosebumps all over her arms and legs. Suddenly his free hand twisted her head, and his lips locked moistly on her mouth. She struggled futively a moment to get loose, but the pressure of his hand and his lips were too much ...
"Don't fight it.. . they're looking," he breathed into her mouth.
She had forgotten all about the others as well as the orderlies and nurses and the object of the treatment. Suddenly aware again of the purpose of the room and of her own wantonness, she let herself go and thrust her tongue back sharply at her handsome employer as he sucked it deep into the warmth of his mouth. Yes, she had to free herself of all inhibitions and just 'react'. The sensually aroused young girl let him kiss her again with wild animal abandon and passion, and she was forced to squirm down hard into the seat again. She had to cooperate with the doctors ... it was for her own benefit... if it didn't get too out of hand. Fred was a gentleman, she reassured herself, after all he had been looking after her during the entire treatment explaining everything in detail. On top of that he had guided her out of awkward situations and convinced her that everything was all right. In short, he had prevented her from making a public fool out of herself.
Fred withdrew his lips from hers and looked back at the screen, letting go of her face.
"Jeeeeeesssssuuuuss! Look at that," he whispered in her ear letting his hand cup her nakedly quivering breast again.
The girl jerked slightly forward as the Arab officer's fingers curled further under her loins, parting the soft pink lips of her vagina to teasingly snake its way inside the elastic opening of her cunt. The massive rigidness of the officer's cock was now pressed deep in the sweat-moistened crevice between her buttocks, throbbing as though it had a life of its own. The girl ground eagerly back against it, imprisoned between it and the thrusting finger in her vagina.
Now the swarthy officer began a gentle rocking motion to which the girl's body responded in time, jerking back and forth against the outstretched finger so deeply embedded in her pussy. Her eyes were glazed with a wild ecstatic film of animal lust as her tongue crept out to lick her lips.
The camera came closer and the man's palm could be seen drenched with the girl's cuntal lubricants as the flow between her legs increased. Her buttocks waved in the air behind her as the man, with a calculating motion, lifted her dress above her hips, bunching it round her tiny waist. Now he drew her flimsy white nylon panties down over her sensuously rounded buttocks, leaving them to hang at her knees. Suddenly, the young female captive's face flushed, and her whole rear end was exposed to view swaying back in lewd invitation to any humiliation the Arab officer might want to inflict on it. The camera focused on his sarcastic smile as he inspected the warm whiteness of her buttocks and the dark split that separated the ass-cheeks while his hand moved automatically to his zipper. He held it in his hand and wagged it contemptuously at the kneeling young girl in front of him . . .
Stella stared at the huge organ. God! It was gigantic, she had never seen anything so large! He was going to split that girl in half. He was going to impale her. Christ! He was . . .but to her surprise ...
The Arab officer dropped to his knees behind the hungrily swaying buttocks and licked obscenely down the entire length of her sweating anal crevice, stopping abruptly to flick the tip of his tongue into her tightly puckered anus.
Stella could feel a sudden twitch up between her legs, and again pressed her buttocks against the couch to try and stop the maddening sensation. Suddenly there was a groan coming from the couch next to theirs. She wanted to look, but somehow didn't dare.
"That chick is sucking Randy," Fred whispered in her ear.
Unable to control her curiosity, the young blonde secretary turned her face and got a sudden clear view of the man to whom she had been introduced earlier, and of a girl's head bobbing up and down over his loins - her widely ovalled lips clasped in a tight circle around his huge thick cock. His rigid shaft of flesh stood hard and throbbing, and as the female noisily sucked, she buried her nose in the coarse pubic hair around the base of his penile trunk.
"Oh, God! Stella said shocked. "They are doing it right here, in public ..."
She had not expected this, right out in front of everyone. The incredible sight of Randy's penis disappearing into the girl's greedily sucking mouth was too much to bear. The sounds coming from them were also unreal... like a recording.. . wet, obscene sucking noises punctuated by tiny mewls and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. To her dismay she realized that they were not the only couple whose noises she could hear. Then she realized that everybody, overcome by the ravishment the helpless young girl on the screen, had begun to suck, nibble and caress in the first stages of intercourse. Stella let her head fall dejectedly onto Fred's shoulder to try and shut the sounds away, but it did not help. The lewd noises were everywhere, coming at her from all sides. For a second she thought of leaving, and she made a movement with her legs kicking them to one side.
"We can't... we can't leave in the middle of the group therapy," Fred said catching her impulse right in the air. "Come relax. We've got to make it look good."
Yes, yes, of course, she thought. And she turned her face back to the screen, hoping it would drive the groans of pleasure she kept hearing away from her ears . ..
The girl's mouth gaped open in surprised delight as the Arab kept licking between her lewdly grinding buttocks; he was obviously teasing her to the point of driving her out of her mind. She quivered back against the maddening tongue, screwing her buttocks in eager little circles around and around, almost delirious now from the oral rape of her helpless loins.
The camera zoomed in once more and caught the officer as he slightered his long searching tongue up the moist crevice again, over her spine and up to her back until his progress was stopped by the flimsy bunched up dress around the girl's narrow waist. Then the swarthy officer stood up and slid the lust-swollen head of his penis into the wet slit up between her widespread thighs. Her buttocks involuntarily cringed forward, drawing away from the rubbery tipped cock pressing into her from behind, but the relentless shaft of hardened flesh followed her. Her head was pressed sideways onto the bunk - she had nowhere else to go - she was trapped between the bunk and the searching penis behind her. His hands moved around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly and his fingers dug harshly into the soft white flesh. He pushed in but the cock slipped away from the entrance. Again he tried, and missed! In desperation the girl reached back between her legs and closed her hand over the officer's eagerly pulsating penis, and the camera caught a glimpse of the girl's surprised countenance as she felt for the first time the immensity of the organ that was going to embed itself in her completely defenseless cunt. But her lust was beyond control, and she placed the blunt, throbbing head against the little elastic opening of her vagina. ..
Another deep animal-like groan erupted beside Stella, diverting her attention from the screen.
Randy's partner had lowered the shorts of her uniform and crawled up over his body. She was straddling him, the rounded cheeks of her ass posed directly over the visibly throbbing hardness of his long cock. Even as Stella watched in shock, the woman reached back underneath her body with.her hand and guided his penis up against her vaginal lips. Stella held her breath as she saw the red, bulbous head of his penis make contact with the moist flanges of the female's cunt. Randy's partner moved it up and down in her wetly glistening slit for a moment, parting her soft pubic hair with the lust-swollen tip and then with a slight groan, ground her buttocks hard down on it.
Stella watched hypnotized as Randy's thick throbbing cock slowly disappeared up into the clasping pink opening of the girl's cunt, making a wet sucking noise as it entered. She ground down on it all the way until all that Stella could see was a small portion of the base of his cock protruding from the tightly clasped lips surrounding it. The blonde secretary watched in a growing erotic stupor as the other woman began a slow grinding up and down movement, with her nakedly full buttocks rising in. the air above Randy until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her flesh. Then with a groan each time she made the move, the girl dropped heavily back down on him, impaling her cunt completely with each long, smooth stroke.
Stella turned her head away again, a tight feeling of discomfort and unease digging deep in her belly. She had never imagined what it would be like to watch two people making love "live." It affected her in a way she had never dreamed: Instead of repulsing her, a strange light quivering was stirring up between her thighs. Even with her face turned away from Randy and his girl, the sight of his cock, wet and glistening, skewering into the moist softness of the girl's vagina, raced through her mind. It was impossible to blot out the lewdly exciting picture. To make it worse, their soft moans of pleasure and the wet sucking noises of fucking, kept drifting across to her ears, magnifying the obscene image a thousand times.
Fred, too, had lifted his eyes from the screen and had been watching the salacious spectacle beside him. His hand ground harder into his trembling secretary's breast and gave her a sudden pinch on the soft rubbery nipple which sent a flash of pain and pleasure shooting down the full length of Stella's spine pressed against her employer's chest. She uttered a low, helpless groan into his ear, but quickly he choked it off by wetly clamping his lips down over hers. His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth causing her excited young body to squirm again into the seat in an attempt to slow down the flowing tide of passion washing over her.
"She's really letting Randy have it," he breathed into her mouth. "Did you watch them?"
"Ye ... ees," she mumbled back.
Then she felt him grind his pelvis tightly into the top of her buttocks and slide his hands down to the ripely curving contours of her hips.
"We can't... we can't..." she whimpered as low as possible so not to attract attention from the others. But her body refused to fight even as Fred began to massage the soft white cheeks of her ass from behind.
As he ground against her she could feel the rising hardness under his pants pressing into her. Her hotly hungering pussy was becoming wet and slippery from the mounting desire in her loins, and the knowledge of his sexual arousal behind her intensified the uncontrollable need rippling through her loins. The beautiful young blonde tried to keep her mind from the reality of the situation, but the fingers nipping teasingly against her nipple and the hardness of his penis grinding into her buttocks brought further moans of submission to her lips.
"Christ, look at the screen!" Fred said without taking his hands away from her body. And Stella's eyes glued themselves again to the happening on the movie ...
The Arab officer had begun a slow prodding with his abnormally large penis against the female prisoner's set open cuntal lips, parting them and forcing his way inside the tight restricting ring of flesh that jealousy guarded the entrance to her secret passage. The girl's face contorted in pain as the tender lips of her pussy were stretched far beyond normal capacity. Then like a train at full speed racing through a tunnel the man's long thick cock slithered into her hotly throbbing cuntal passage. The heavy weight of his body crashed hard against the girl's naked buttocks, pushing her face cruelly against the bunk-bed. She tightly clenched her teeth in obvious pain for the great penis had penetrated like a drill tunneling deep into her belly until it was skewered up to the hilt. She was the hopeless prisoner of the huge impaling rod behind her, and her mouth opened and closed in what appeared to be shrieks of torment. Behind the kneeling girl, the Arab could be seen gasping and panting with delight as he began to fuck rhythmically in and out of the hat confines of her painfully stretched cunt. Gradually the expression on the drugged young girl's face began to change, and a smile of pleasure rose on her lips. She began to undulate her hips and buttocks in lascivious circles, obviously relishing each stroke of the long thick cock fucking into her pussy from behind. . .
Suddenly Stella was rocked by the electrifying shock of having Fred's fingers come into contact with the bare skin of her thighs below his uniform. Waves of emotion rippled across her spine and along her legs as she felt his outstretched middle finger slowly worming under the shorts of her uniform. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly, as the tip of a finger found the wetly throbbing slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the pussy hair, making sudden delicious contact with the pulsating head of her clitoris. She knew she was wet and slippery down there from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being, and she sucked in her breath to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. She couldn't run away . .. because her body was once again enjoying the caresses on her excitedly quivering breasts and vagina. Her hips gradually began squirming in involuntary rhythm to the light teasing of his finger stroking in and around her sensitive cuntal flesh. God! She was hot, hotter than she had been before, and excited almost to intoxication by a lewd combination of the obscene movie, the couple so noisily fucking beside them, and now Fred's teasing finger bringing rippling waves of need surging Upward from her tight young cunt. She could hardly control herself any more, and worse, she didn't want to control herself. Fred, sensing her last resistance begin to give under his gentle vaginal caresses, didn't wait one more minute . . .
He turned her lushly ripened body over so that she faced him, pushing her thighs and hips sideways until her head was placed directly above the zipper of his uniform. Stella stared in hypnotic fascination as Fred's hand lowered the zipper, opened his fly, and with one swift movement jerked his massively stiffened cock out into the open. It was only inches from her lips, and she could see the lust-swollen head pulsating, like the Arab's great penis in the dirty movie ... her eyes were mesmerized as she scrutinized his virile hardness and, unaccountably, her mouth began to salivate. A glow of passion flamed through her, and she could feel the excitement of the film still clinging like wild fire to her belly. She stared with fascination at his penis, unable to move her head away from it.
"Put it in your mouth, honey," she heard Fred's voice say in a low moan.
She heaved a deep sigh that said more than a million words put together. It told of her wildly burning pussy, of the ache and want that had been running over her sensually hungering body and the awakened waves of desire that beat like a tom-tom in her erect little nipples. It had all started with the movie and intensified under Fred's expert caressing, and now she was no more than a quivering mass of helpless lust. Her sigh said that and much more. But her eyes were still glued to the excitedly pulsating shaft, and unconsciously she studied the foreskin and its thickness: The lubricating fluid showing at the head had begun to seep and was glistening like a tiny seed pearl on its purple tip. Trembling, her fingers reached out and stroked the uncircumsized foreskin down its full length, then pushed it up again to cover the blood-engorged head.
"Damn!" she heard Fred curse and her fingers abruptly tightened around his cock in answer to his lust... and hers ... then without thinking or questioning, or fighting. .. but of her own willing weakness and hunger, she lowered her head, ovalled her wetly parted lips and kissed his cock-head.
"God! Stella ... do it, sweetheart," she heard him say in a soft commanding voice.
Without closing her eyes, guided only by the licking flames in her wetly throbbing cunt, she opened her mouth and slid her lips slowly down its thickly heated shaft. Her tongue swirled around the cock-head as she took more and more of his massive hardness into her mouth. For the first time she tasted the pungent tang of his loins. Again she slid her widely ovalled mouth down, absorbing his hotly pulsating cock into her warm wet cavern, her lips clasping tightly to the shaft, her tongue commencing to work beneath the sensitive head, and her lovely cheeks hollowing and expanding as she began sucking with a genuine hunger.
"That's it. Oh, shit, yes, that's it. Now use you tongue on the head ..." Fred said almost in a pleading tone. He could hardly control the pleasure he was feeling and his voice showed the strain he was under.
"Aaaagh! Yes, yes," he moaned opened as he felt Stella's moistly teasing tongue run over and over the little slit at the top of his sensitive cock-head. Her warm wet mouth sent jolt after jolt of passion and pleasure up and down his body.
"Yes, yes, suck it. Suck it now. Suck it!" he said, his voice rising in desperation.
Stella's blood was boiling with the heat her shamelessly aroused body felt and at the renewed sensation of Fred's hands on her sensitively quivering breasts. The taste of his cock and the feel of his virilely heated shaft of hard flesh pulsating in her mouth was almost driving her insane! Fred had slipped his hands under her uniform and had begun a heavy kneading massage of her soft mounds, squeezing and pinching her berry-like nipples. She thought she could stand it no longer as her mouth slipped over the thick rubbery head of her employer's penis, her tightly compressed lips and teeth nibbling at its long hot length. She was trembling uncontrollably from the pounding desire that was inundating her cunt with warm lubricant. The beautiful blonde secretary finally groaned loudly in lewd delight as the burning sensation in her pussy and the thick pistoning cock in her mouth combined in a mind-shattering explosion of lust that wracked her young body.
"Oh, Christ! That feels so good!" Fred's voice came on strong again as the sex-crazed girl began to gluttonously swallow and nibble his entire shaft. He could see her face easily as her head bobbed rapidly up and down, and a smile of satisfaction came on his lips .. . sweet Stella was really digging his cock and liking it. He knew and had always known it would end this way, but he wanted something even better. He wanted her to beg him to fuck her. It was the only way to repay all those months of cruel waiting in the office while she paraded her milky-white ass before him. He had always sensed that under that efficient secretarial manner there lay a hot little bitch. And now she was proving, to his delight, all his predictions. There was no doubt she loved cock; Christ! She was devouring his! He felt his spine ripple again as her tightly clasping lips began a side to side movement on his penis, bringing a whole new series of lewd sensations to his sensitive flesh. He could feel her hotly moistened mouth and her tongue swirling around the crown... it was almost almost too much.
The sight of her obscenely hungry action excited him even more than the film. He peered down at his hard maleness fucking in and out of her widely ovalled mouth. He watched fascinated how his wetly glistening cock slid in and out as her compressed lips bit in against the thick shaft. And how her lips flowered out on the up stroke until their pink ridges pouted like a little girl's only to disappear back in her mouth again as she buried the entirety of his penis down her throat.
Stella could feel his throbbing vibrations quicken, and in reaction her own heat began to build faster and faster. He was about to cum!
She dug the tips of her teeth into his hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white furrows where they scraped the skin. Her tongue lashed out in increasing fury, swirling around the glans until Fred felt for a second as if the top would explode. She bobbed her head faster and faster, bloating her cheeks with the full extent of his cock, feeling it lashing the very back of her throat. For a minute he thought she would gag on his cock as the tip suddenly battered her larynx, but she kept on in frenzied abandon.
The frantically sucking young blonde felt her body and her mind gone all together out of control. Her mouth and lips could feel the short wiry curls of her employer's pubic hair every time she swallowed the lengthy shaft. She didn't gag, even though she rammed it to the back of her tongue. She sucked insatiably now at the thick column of hard flesh in her mouth, her cheeks concaving with every thrust. It was the first time she had ever tasted any man's cock other than her finance's and she explored it hungrily with her tongue. She wanted his penis to shoot its warm flood of sperm into her mouth. God! She wanted to swallow it, and feel it pouring down her throat...
She kept on battering in wild abandon until almost out of her mind, she reached down between her legs and with her left hand began rapidly stroking her passion-drenched pussy. She parted her hotly throbbing vaginal lips - thoroughly wet from the lust running rampant in her body - and fingered her rising clitoris until it was as rigid as Fred's penis. Then in desperation at her own desire she dipped a finger, then two, into a clasping, feverish cunt. It felt. .. soooo goood!
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned unable to control herself any longer.
Fred heard her groan and watched her hand as it disappeared up between her thighs. He smiled ... it would be soon now, he thought. She would beg him to fuck her because she was getting too hot for her pants and for her fingers. She needed a cock that could fill her hungry little cunt, and make her scream with rapture. He heard her moan wildly. Stella's pussy needed to be devoured, consumed by a fiery shaft of hot flesh. She needed to feel a cock ramming up into her belly, and it would be only a second or so longer before she . . .
"God! I need you inside," she finally gasped almost incoherently with her mouth still full of cock. "Fuck me, Fred, please. Oh God, fuck me!"
"Yes baby .. . I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before ..." he said in a coarse guttural voice that did not sound like his own. He raised his right arm and an orderly came to him. As if in understood agreement, Fred helped Stella to scramble up to her feet and they were both guided out to a side door.
Chapter Six
The side entrance led to a private room furnished with only a large bed and wall mirror. The room's purpose was plain except to the shamelessly aroused young secretary who was too much involved in the churning passion within herself to notice anything but the long trailing minutes it took before her wish could be fulfilled. Because in truth all she wanted and cared now was to fuck. She wanted the burning sensation in her cunt quenched by Fred Rodgers' long thick penis. She wanted his cum to coat the insides of her vagina and spurt deep in her womb until she was satiated and saturated with sperm. And the short walk from the movie-projection room to the private bedroom seemed an interminable one.
Once they were alone, Fred's calm returned as it always did when faced with a final crisis. Slowly he turned to the wall and turned off the lights, leaving on only a bedside lamp that gave enough illumination to see quite clearly each other's face. He was hot and his saliva-soaked penis ached, but it was no use to hurry up the moment he had waited -for so long. He approached his beautiful blonde secretary whose eyes seemed to be held in hypnotic attraction to his body, walking with a slow premeditated step. When he was no more than inches from her eagerly trembling body, he let his hands stroke her naked thighs and move up the shorts of her uniform.
Stella did not move; his hands had once again with their warmness produced a thrill that spiraled up her back. With deliberate care he unzippered the bodies of her jump suit uniform, put his hands beneath the material and caressed her nakedly rounded breasts with their berry-like nipples. Kneeling before her in utter silence, as if afraid to disrupt the hypnotic effect, his lips brushed gently over the breasts and her belly. He pushed the pants down to her knees, taking a moment to slowly caress her wetly matted pubic area, then moved the pants lower and off. Finally with ultimate, care he removed her sandals.
Stella's legs spread automatically to receive his gentle probing touch. The air-conditioned air wafted across her desire heated vagina, sending a ripple of anticipation through her as her handsome employer stood up, parting the wetly sensitive lips of her cunt. Tenderly he slipped his outstretched middle finger into the warmly pulsating flesh up between her legs.
Jolts of wildly hungering passion rippled again and again through her hopelessly aroused young body. She was more than alive with sensation. Never, never had she known such depraved, wanton craving. She didn't want to cringe away from her own desires or from Fred, who had just encased one ruby tip of her nipple in his mouth. He began to suck deep, his tongue searching for those deep-lying nerves beneath her dark aureola. Stella thought that her whole body was afire as unconsciously, she locked her arms behind his neck and began to lewdly rotate her hips against his probing finger, forcing it deeper and deeper into her throbbing pussy.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned. "Yes, yes...oooooooooh! Ooooooooooooh!" she whimpered helplessly as Fred continued with his gentle manipulations.
When he thought she had enough preliminary foreplay, (not that she really needed any, he thought,) he said in a soft voice that was almost a whisper:
"Let's fuck on the bed."
It wasn't a question, it wasn't a command. It was a statement. The lewd proposition sent a strange excitement tickling down Stella to pound desperately in her cock-starved pussy. She had begged him before and now, as he spoke the vile words she just hissed between her teeth:
"YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!"
Fred picked his nakedly quivering secretary up, his arms tight around her slender waist and carried her the few steps to the bed. He lowered her gently onto the mattress, but her legs fell lewdly apart as she came down, leaving her wetly waiting cunt exposed to his greedy eyes. It looked more beautiful in the semi-darkness than it had at the swimming pool, her golden pubic hair shimmering like a halo around the coral-lined lips of her pussy. The lips seemed to call out to him, to beg him to touch them, to kiss them once more. The impatient hardness of his penis made him ache so much that he didn't know if there would be any time for all that finesse.
But he slithered forward, down upon the hotly throbbing furrow, down to where his head was just above her pussy, and his eyes feasted hungrily on the thin lips, edged so delicately. Her clitoris gleamed at him like a rose-bud covered with early morning dew.
"Ooooooooh!", Stella moaned loudly as she felt him place his thumbs on her moistly quivering vaginal mouth and with the same deliberate motion, draw the soft curls of her pubic hair apart, exposing at last the inner layers of succulent pink flesh to his lust-inflamed eyes. He blew his hot breath softly on her sensitive little clitoris and then his tongue made one tantalizing swipe at her wetness before he began tongue-fucking her.
Stella had responded automatically with a jerk and a groan escaped from her throat as she ground her hips up off the bed trying to get more of his long worming tongue that was enveloping her in the wildest abandoned lust she had ever experienced. She moaned again as his mouth salivated over her clitoris and down the
"vee" of her pussy until it reached the wetly dilated mouth of her cunt. Her head thrashed when his tongue penetrated deeply into her vagina, and jolts of pleasure pervaded her whole wildly writhing body as he licked her like a dog lapping up water. Frantically, she raised her loins and kept them elevated, enabling Fred's head to bury itself deeper. He kept fucking her orally, running his tongue around, back and forth as he curled deep into her ecstatically pulsating pussy. Fred felt her cuntal lips nibbling against his tongue with increasing intensity, as if she wanted to devour him.
Suddenly, Stella knew that she couldn't take it any more . . . she needed more than a warm wet mouth on her pussy, no matter how beautiful it felt. She wanted to scream, but instead her lips opened and a plea of desire came from her lips.
"Oh! Fred, stop it... please stop and fuck me. Oh, God! Yes... fuck me, fuck me now . . . before I go insane!"
"Yes, sweetheart. I'm going to fuck you now and when I'm finished and you've tasted this thick baby of mine all the way, you're going to know all there really is to know about fucking," Fred said in the same whispering tone as he stood up from the bed, unzippered his uniform and held his fully erected cock in his hand.
For the first time Stella realized that the cock, the thick shaft of hot flesh she had sucked just a short time ago was going to actually penetrate her desire-tautened belly. And now a pang of irrational fear stirred her body as she watched him stroke it, pulling back the foreskin. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to take it, even though her wetly throbbing pussy cried out for it. But even as she stared in fear, wild fires of desire pounded again, and the old sense of wantonness returned. All the same she .. . was afraid. God! .. . she'd never get it in ... it was too thick.
Fred lowered himself on the bed, kneeling between her widespread legs.
"O.K., put it in, Stella," he ordered her in the same low, non-aggressive tone. "Go on take it," but the statement was nonetheless a command.
"Oh God!" she groaned as her hand tightened around the thick hotly pulsating shaft. Fear filled her again as she perceived clearly the true size of his cock.
She gasped and guided the hard, fleshy shaft to the passion-drenched hole of her cunt, using his thick bulbous head to part her hair-lined pussy lips. The electrifying contact of his virilev. heated cock-head against her sensitive vaginal flesh sent shivers of more pleasure up to her head. She didn't move as his massive shaft began pressing against her tight elastic opening. The stretching pressure as his lust-swollen tip forced its way inside her wetly throbbing pussy caused a sharp pain and she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming.
"Oooooooooh! . . . No, noooo ... it hurts! I don't think I can take it. Please, please," Stella pleaded.
But Fred continued the merciless impalement, his hotly pulsing hardness slowly thrusting inch by inch into her cringing little passage, sliding deep, deep, deeper into the soft yielding walls of her cunt.
"Oh ... oh God . . . Fred ... you're hurting me - eeee!" The tortured young secretary could feel every ridge and tendon and pulsing vein on the thick shaft of rock-hard flesh through the stretched walls of her vagina. After an eternity, which she felt as if she were being ripped from anus to clitoris, he finally was in as far as he could go. He lay still over her for a moment, then flexed his cock to make it lurch even deeper into her belly.
"Aaaaaaaaaggghhhhh!" Stella moaned helplessly, unable to control her pained plea.
Fred watched her face, not moving Ms eagerly pulsating cock. God, though, her cunt felt fifty times better - tighter, warmer, softer - than he had ever dared ' to hope. Gradually, Stella's painfully stretched passage began to grow accustomed to the wide shaft and her whimpers of pain imperceptibly began changing to moans of pleasure. Fred slowly began rocking above her, stroking in and out of her tightly clasping pussy with long, easy movements of perfect rhythm. He was an expert and knew exactly how to get the most out of each situation. But Stella was just too much! She was driving him out of his mind. She had the tightest cunt he had ever had and it was driving him crazy!
She moved her hips wantonly upward against his in simultaneous rhythm as her mouth gaped open, expressing the passion that boiled in her veins. Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip and her neck strained with pantings of lust. There was nothing left in her mind now except his wonderfully thick cock embedded so deeply within her, a hard shaft of hot flesh that kept pulsating with abandon. She was letting go with the same wantonness that had permeated her body in the other two previous rooms. She left her morals, her pride, everything behind for the fulfilling cock inside her - it was the only reality. Her body reacted as it had done previously, but without restraint of any kind. Venting her lust, she obscenely begged Fred for more ...
"God! ... go ahead, go ahead and do it... "
"What?" Fred asked with a grin of satisfaction on his panting lips.
"Fuck me hard ... fuck me .. . good," she said in the most lewd tone she had ever used in her life. Not even with George had she ever mouthed such foul language.
Her final surrender excited her further, and she groaned aloud as Fred cupped her buttocks and pulled them tighter to his thick pistoning penis. Stella heaved with passion, the pain of a few minutes ago lost forever in her memory. She was feeling such intense bliss that her brain shook with pleasure. Her legs tightly clamped around his hips and she used her heels to beat a tattoo of desire on his nakedly working buttocks. She strained her neck and searched for Fred's mouth; he came down voluntarily, and she slithered her tongue in and out of his mouth in a wild semblance of the fucking rhythm in her pussy while her throat gurgled with the passion that filled her hungry young cunt and raced through her body.
The wantonly aroused blonde secretary punched her madly throbbing pussy up to him as Fred fucked into her with ever-increasing force, lengthening his stroke, drawing his shaft almost out of the fleshy sheath, then plunging downward in quickening strokes as her tight cunt lips clasped it and sucked it hungrily. She was exploding under him, and at last he heard her sharp intake of breath . . . then she was hurdling her wildly quivering vagina up and down his thick throbbing cock like a mad woman.
"Oooooohhhhh! Oooohhhhh!" she moaned as his cock kept pounding mercilessly. She was struggling for breath. Between her own delirious panting and the merciless battering her employer was giving her body, she hardly had time to breathe freely and so she gasped madly for air.
Fred's sperm-inflated balls slapped noisily against her upturned buttocks and his throbbing sac seemed about to split in two from the intense pressure building within. His loins ached with impending release as he began ramming her tight little pussy with increasing fury. This was no ordinary 'housewife' with whom he could control his sperm and make her cum once or twice before he did. Stella's sucking cunt was too gluttonous and tight, and there was no way in heaven he could control himself. All he could do was fuck her like this and hope she'd cum with him.
She groaned loudly as the new force of his thrusts jammed his thick cock deeper and deeper into her madly rippling womb, but it was a cry of sheer pleasure. She raised her legs even higher to receive his plunging cock with greater ease. Dear God! . .. if he didn't cum soon his wildly throbbing penis was going to explode, and he would go crazy ... he had to cum, and he had to make her cum with him. He looked down and watched his wetly glistening shaft slip smoothly in and out of her clasping little pussy. He watched her cuntal lips cling to his penis as if it were another hungry mouth, insatiable, wanting more and more cock. Then his eyes closed in relief as he felt her wet flowering beneath him . ..
Stella abruptly gave a sharp scream beneath him and began writhing in complete abandonment as she ground up and down on his thick impaling rod. Her toes flexed and unflexed, her swollen breasts heaved, her legs lurched from side to side.
"Ooooohhhh! Ooooooooohhhh!" she chanted in the build-up of her orgasm, her face contorted in an unbelievable mark of passion.
Fred continued to fuck maniacally into her widespread thighs until he felt the walls of her vagina start secreting the warm viscous liquid of her beginning climax. Below him, Stella suddenly lifted her hips from the bed and pushed them against his loins, rotating her buttocks with wild motion and screaming, "God! It's happening . . . it's really happening . . . yes, I'm going to cum .. . I'm c u u u m m m ii ii n n n gggg ! . . . I'm cccccuuuummmmiiinnnngggg!"
The beautiful young blonde convulsed beneath her boss,. her cunt sucking feverishly at his pistoning shaft and her short hot breath breaking into gasping sobs. He could feel her pussy gushing and seething around his thick plummeting length. Excited beyond belief and spurred on by Stella's prolonged climax, Fred dug deeper into her hotly flooding split, forcing her tortured vagina even wider apart. He fucked her like a relentless machine gone wild. Then just as he had felt her climax ... he felt his own surging waves of hot sperm bubble up and travel from his balls to the lust-swollen head of his cock . .. and he moaned and groaned as the powerful gushes of sperm sprayed the insides of her pussy, filling her to the bursting point. Her hot vaginal walls sucked and milked his ejaculating penis until he thought he would pass out from the wildly exciting sensations.
Suddenly the naked young secretary's energies were spent, and she collapsed and fell back onto the mattress, her cum-filled belly quivering from the unleashed tide of passion. Never had her body been fulfilled as it was now. She let the lazy satisfaction and the exhaustion of her muscles drift over her. She elosed her eyes . . . and fell asleep.
Fred slowly rolled off her, his limp penis coming out of her still twitching pussy with a lewd sucking sound. He saw his white hot sperm seep between Stella's widespread legs and onto the mattress. He, too, was exhausted and closed his eyes, but didn't go to sleep. He was thinking about the rest of his project.
The beautiful blonde secretary awoke the next day in a small room to the sound of someone knocking on the door. When she opened her eyes she panicked for a minute, not knowing where she was, but as the knocking persisted, she said at last, "Come in."
A young man dressed in a white uniform walked in with a large tray loaded with breakfast. Seeing the orderly her mind flashed back immediately and she remembered where she was and .. . God! only too clearly what she had done the day before. She blushed for a minute, but the tray in front of her made her forget the past for the present hunger in her empty stomach. She ate everything with delight, and after relaxing against the pillow, she felt energetic and full of strength. Jumping from the bed she dressed with the only available thing: The patient uniform. She was determined to speak to her boss today, and tell him she didn't think it was necessary for her to stay any longer since there was no real work to do. She would thank him for all the trouble he had taken to bring her to Comfort House and for explaining their procedure to her.
After what had happened between them the day before it was impossible to remain in this wanton place one minute longer. Too, she didn't think that the therapy she had been subjected to was intended to encourage better working relationships within the office framework - outside, perhaps. She blushed again at the thought of the intimacy she had reached with her boss and the wild abandon in which she had voluntarily given herself to him. If the last room of treatment had meant for patients to go all the way, they certainly had accomplished that with her. But it was not a procedure she intended to see repeated. There was no excuse for her actions, even if part of the blame could fall on the pornographic movie they had been made to watch.
She walked out of the room and in her mind she was ready, but as she stepped out, Fred was waiting for her a few feet away. Immediately all her determination melted under the knowing smile of her boss. All the events of the previous day rolled back in unadulterated reality, like a movie, and his exact knowledge of her obscene performance left her speechless.
Fred smiled sardonically when he saw the change of expression come over her face. He had seen the same thing happen many times. How many? He didn't know, but he had been working for the company for three years, and in that short span of time a lot of girls had passed through his hands - and his cock. He knew perfectly well how to handle the present situation and felt completely at ease. There was nothing in the business world in which he couldn't succeed and the present enterprise would be no different.
In the politest of tones he asked her if she had had a good sleep, but without waiting for an answer he ushered her through a door and into a large spacious office. He walked to a chair and asked her to sit, while he moved behind a massive desk that dominated the room. His eyes were cold and impassionate as if nothing had ever happened between them the previous day. His hand moved to the inside pocket of his jacket and carefully he pulled out a small packet and handed it to Stella.
Rather nervous before the unusual manner of her boss, Stella took the package. Her eyes glanced back at him, and he nodded for her to open it. Carefully she unwrapped it.. . then her face suddenly turned livid and her hands trembled. The packet contained photos, dozens of them, and in each one there was a close up of a woman being fucked, impaled, abused in every conceivable manner. It not only was obscene, but degenerate because . . . because the woman was herself!
She looked at him in utter incomprehension, but found only a cruel stare in his normally friendly eyes and a sardonic smile on his lips.
"Well, what do you think of them? Quite good, eh? You made an excellent patient to study, and passed the 'screen' tests marvelously well. In fact, with top honors," he said returning to his cordial manner to soften the shock for her.
"In fact, you did so well that we've thought that some of our top executives might enjoy some of your performances. I'm talking about films, of course, which would naturally be for private use and circulated only among those at the highest level. ; . Like the one you saw yesterday about the Arab. The girl works in our Accounting Department!"
Stella's head hung low. She didn't want him to witness the tears that were rolling down her face as he spelled out the final humiliation. She had never, never expected . .. this. And for once the entire procedure at Comfort House and their real goal became crystal clear.
"Naturally we want you to play our lead. The heroine if that's what its called ..." he added.
The treachery of this man was so blatant that her misery rapidly changed to hatred. She would not allow him to treat her like a cheap slut. What did he think, that because in a moment of mindlessness he had taken advantage of her he could do in the future what he wanted? With a rallying cry she lifted her tear-stained face, and with a voice filled with rage she said, "You'll have to drag me, beat me and drug me, Mr. Rodgers, before I will submit to what you want. You are ... you are . .. you are a bastard!"
"Come, come now. Don't get emotional," Fred said disregarding her insult. He had expected it and it didn't worry him. He had been called worse things before. Besides he wasn't about to lose the opportunity of making a little stag movie to please the Board members just because of a few insults.
"Of course we'll pay you . . . and handsomely. You'll cut just three shorts for which we'll pay you $10,000. A nice sum eh?" "You're crazy .. . you're insane! I'll tell the police - the newspapers - about this filthy place, your 'doctors,' your 'treatment'," she shouted in despair.
Without losing his temper or raising his voice, the young executive let her drown on the truth. "How would you like your fiance to be presented with an enlarged reproduction of each of these magnificent poses? How would you like to have him see you as you really are - a lusty woman who'll give herself to anyone who can talk sweetly."
"He would never believe such a lie!" she said contemptuously.
"Oh, no? The evidence is in black and white and color. How would you like him to see you being sucked - with your cunt so spread apart that the camera didn't even have to zoom in for a good shot. And what about your ecstatic face while I'm eating your pussy, honey? Because, don't you forget for one minute, that I know you for what you truly are . .. that I've tasted your pussy and you've sucked my cock voluntarily," he said in the crudest of tones.
"Yet that's hot all. I mean we could put these lovely photos into circulation in all the hot houses of the nation, and your face and sweet little body would become so popular you would be recognized in every comer. And lets face it, no one would dare hire you. So where would you end up? I'll tell you: In some cheap hotel serving sailors and stevedores as a two-bit prostitute," he stopped for a minute to let his words sink in. He knew she was crushed and there was nothing she could do but submit and accept his proposition.
God! could this really be happening to her?, Stella thought. It couldn't be ... it had to be a nightmare. Things like this only went on in the movies. The blackmail was too cruel, too crushing to be possible. But as she lifted her head and her eyes met Fred's she knew there was nothing ficticious about his words.
Everything he said was true and there was nothing . . . nlthing she could do. This time she didn't hide her tears and she let them fall down her cheeks.
Two young and muscular young men are seen walking towards a boat wearing nothing but shorts and carrying a heavy load of fishing gear. As they drop the equipment, a beautiful girl runs up to them gasping for breath and asks if they are Tom and Joe, the fishermen. When they say yes she looks relieved and asks if they would be willing to take her along in the boat - she is interested in doing some scuba diving. The men exchange a quick glance and promptly agree.
"Cut!"
"O.K. Stella, now you are going to be raped in this scene, and I want you to put up a real fight. But I also want you to remember that we want a good close-up of your pussy. So when I say lift and open wide do just that: Bring your hips up and spread your legs as wide as you can. We don't want the bosses to miss one single fold of that pretty little cunt. O.K.?" Fred said through a loud speaker standing at the back of the film set.
The words failed to embarrass Stella. They had the first time and the second, but by now she had heard them so many times it didn't matter, even if there were strange men around. She had grown used to being poked around and tossed over and under a multitude of men during the past week . . . nothing mattered ... she was numb to depravity. Two films had been finished already, and for that she was glad because that meant there was only the present one to complete. The first one had taken so long, so long ... well, she had been unprepared for the vulgarity of playing a maid who would allow her skirt and panties to be pulled down by the house master and then paraded nakedly along a room with nothing more than an apron and high heels. She was asked to wiggle her ass, to open her legs and bend down, to spread out the lips of her pussy and to smile while the make-believe house master sucked her cunt.
Then there had been the other scenes where she had been asked to he on the bed, still with the high heels on and the apron, and gently begin to masturbate herself. She had forced one finger, two and finally three ... it had been awful, but to her amazement, to her horror she had eventually orgasmed while three or four men hovered over her with lights and cameras. After that, each scene became easier and easier to act. She had been sucked and she had been forced to suck until the man came in her mouth; she had been fucked in her anus, her cunt and her mouth by one, two, and three men at a time. Slowly she had come to realize that if she let her mind wander, 'acting' ceased to be a chore and could even be quite enjoyable.
It was shameful perhaps, but the truth was she had learned a lot about men and about sex that she had not known before. She had come to enjoy the feeling of being possessed by two men on a bed. She had learned how to lick a man's cock with such sensuality that he would cum within a minute right in her mouth. And how to tease by hovering her straddled legs over a man's face so that he could look up into her invitingly pink pussy and want her to the point of bursting. It was the feeling of power she enjoyed; the power of her ripe young body to turn on any man that came to her, no matter how many times he had served as stud. Yes, she had learned a lot...
Stella thought of her innocent fiance back home and smiled. There was no returning to him or to her old way of life. When they went back to town she would resume her job as secretary to Fred ... he had big plans for her. And she would give George one last good fuck and send him on his way - how surprised he was going to be by some of the 'little' things she was going to do for him - she smiled . . .
"Please don't. . . don't do it to me!" Stella's voice screamed. But her supplications were cut short by the young fisherman's hand clamping hard over her mouth. And further muffled cries were choked back in the depths of her throat until only broken grunts of anguish could be heard coming from her flaring nostrils.
"Rip that little swimming suit off," one of the men said to the other.
"Yeah! Let's show her something about real scuba diving," the other answered with a snicker. And with a swift movement he tore off Stella's flimsy bikini.
She gasped as her protective clothing was thrown away and she was defenselessly naked. She now was wild with the fear of the horrible truth looming over her. She was going to be raped!
Her nipples could be seen springing into a goose-pimpled hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the cool marine air. The men wasted no time and. . .