It is uncertain whether women's liberation is responsible for an increase in broken homes. One thing is sure, a great many women have a fuzzy view of their new roles in life, and their capabilities. The idea that a woman is capable of almost anything is nice. The reality is that, like men, there are those suited for competing in the market place-and there are those who aren't.
Rampant sexuality in our present society may be more represented by the uncertain status of women in the job market than anywhere else. A woman who finds herself competing for jobs in which she is totally unskilled, or for low paying employment, is by probability if nothing else attracted toward one form or another of prostitution.
Modern society has made it easier for women to engage in sex for sale by making sex freer and other services dearer. Thus, under a different title and drawing a salary like any other hourly worker, a girl may be lured into dispensing her favors as a consequence of "being nice to the customer."
The hypocrisy doesn't do away with anything. It just makes the doing of unsavory activities seem better.
Unfortunately, as this book points out, even relatively free sex doesn't do away with prostitution. This is a sad reflection on the values of this society and the deplorable state of human relations-or possibly just of humans.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Boredom was to blame for it. That and something deeper, which Estelle didn't dare face.
All she knew when she answered the door, in her slinky wrapper, with her ash-blonde hair soft at her shoulders and curving against an aristocratic cheek, was that the little boy collecting for the newspaper was cute and shy ... and tremendously attractive. He reminded her of Robert.
Estelle's firm nipples imprinted themselves on the satiny fabric of her robe, and her high-set, braless titties quivered. She smiled, green eyes sparkling.
"So, that's four dollars, you say?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, come in. I'll have to get the money. Just sit down there. Uh, may I bring you some milk and cookies ... or something?"
"Oh no, ma'am. Thank you just the same."
The slender, brown-haired youth in t-shirt and jeans took a chair in the sumptuous living room and looked around, obviously unfamiliar with such luxury. Estelle hurried upstairs to her bedroom, where her purse was. Her shapely, impudent buttocks shimmied tautly in her sleek robe. As she strode across her bedroom, the robe split at the front and her tapering, bare legs flashed.
Harry, her husband, wasn't at home. He was hardly ever at home in the evenings any more, and he seldom took her out-only to business affairs, where he took pleasure in parading her. He had a mistress, she assumed. Her pride hadn't permitted her to question him about it.
Her fingers trembled unaccountably as she fumbled a five dollar bill from her purse. She stared at herself in the mirror of her old-fashioned vanity.
What's the matter with me? she wondered. I'm nervous as a cat. I've been alone too much lately, with too much time to think ... and no point in it.
That boy! God, he is sweet! He can't be older than thirteen. I'll bet he doesn't even have hair on his balls.
Estelle! You mustn't!
Robert didn't have hair on his balls, either. We probably couldn't have DONE anything, even if Father hadn't caught us.
She was drenched by shame, just from recalling the incident of many years ago.
"Here's five dollars," she said when she returned to the youth in the living room. "The extra dollar is for you."
"Thanks a lot, Mrs. Vance." He ripped a tab out of his printed receipt book and handed it to her. He gazed up at her, his eyes wide and brown.
"Do you, uh, have to run off right away?" Estelle asked, wondering what in the world possessed her. Noting the lad's confusion, she added, "I'm lonely. Sure you wouldn't like some milk and cookies, or maybe a Coke?"
"No, thanks."
Estelle was standing right in front of his chair, so that he couldn't get up. "You're certainly a fine boy! What's your name."
"Stevie."
There was a faint blush to Estelle's high-cheekboned face as she asked, "How old are you-about thirteen?"
"Almost fourteen," the lad said proudly.
"That's a delightful age!"
It was clear to Estelle that she would have to make a bold move if anything were to come of this encounter. She had never done anything of the kind before, had never even seriously thought about it, but tonight she was bored and restless and deeply frustrated. The opportunity seemed perfect, and she couldn't shake the compulsive urge to take advantage of it.
"Do you have a girl, Stevie?" she asked.
The boy blushed. "Naw."
"Why not? Girls don't interest you?"
"Well..." He looked down at his feet and shuffled his tennis shoes.
"Have you ... ever seen a lady without her clothes on?"
Estelle! her secret voice warned frantically. This is insane!
Stevie just stared up at her, frightened but obviously fascinated.
"If you promise not to tell anyone," Estelle went on, shocked by her own unconventional boldness, I'll let you look at me."
She was blushing fiercely by that time and aroused to the tips of her toes. She hadn't been so hot in months. Maybe years. She trembled, but couldn't have altered her course to save her life.
"Gosh!" Stevie exclaimed as he gazed at her, he too blushing.
"Well, do you want to see what I look like without my robe on or don't you?" she demanded, some of her aristocratic haughtiness showing through.
"Gee, I. . . "
"You do-don't you, Stevie? Well, stand up! I want you standing!" Estelle backed away shakily to give him room. She was terribly flustered, but firm in her purpose-so firm that it scared her.
The boy placed his receipt book on the chair and stood. He was flustered, also. It was an awkward confrontation.
Estelle sought to overcome the awkwardness by forcing a smile and lunging ahead with what she had to do. She unfastened her robe with trembling fingers and drew it open wide.
She thrilled wildly as Stevie goggled at her naked, tip-tilted breasts which had rigid coral nipples. Her tits were not large but were marvelously well-shaped, and they had a springy firmness which made for maddening motion when she walked without a bra on. The only article that she wore, besides her high-heeled slippers, was a pair of clingy, champagne-colored briefs with a white-lace trim. They permitted only a faint shadow of her deltoid fur piece to show through.
She dropped her robe to the floor and did a slow turn, her nerves thrumming. She let her buttocks undulate in her filmy pants.
When she next faced Stevie, he was staring all the more widely, his boyish mouth hanging open. And-what a delight! The front of his Levi jeans was pushing forward!
"Do you like me?" Estelle asked giddily. She glided her hands up her front and cupped her satiny, jutting breasts. "How about my boobies?" Her utterance of the naughty word gave her an added thrill. "Do you like them?"
"Wowwww!" Stevie breathed.
Estelle laughed, her breasts shaking, "is that all you can say-just wow? Ooh, Stevie! Look, this is no place for what we want to do. Come up with me to my bedroom. I won't hurt you!"
"B-but, Mrs. Vance...!"
"Hush!" she said, quivering with forbidden excitement.
She turned to the stairs, wanting the youth to follow of his own accord. That would lessen the onus on her, she felt. He got a look at her twisting ass-cheeks in her panties and her long, shapely legs, and he did follow, though he obviously was apprehensive.
If she thought about Harry at all, it was with a flash of vengefulness. She didn't consider the possibility that he might come home early that evening; he hardly ever arrived before eleven-thirty or midnight.
In her bedroom she turned and gazed at Stevie-hot and giddy, ashamed but not caring in her extreme arousal. Stevie was so vulnerable! With him, she could re-live her childhood infatuation with Robert, but from the more knowledgeable perspective of her twenty-five years.
"Take off your clothes, Stevie!" she purred huskily.
He shifted from one foot to the other, obviously embarrassed by his hard-on.
"Oooh, I'll do it!" Estelle said, and dropped to her knees in front of him. Her breasts jiggled.
"Gosh, Mrs. Vance! I don't know if..."
"It's all right, Stevie! For goodness sake!" She tore at the top of his snug jeans, unfastening them and pulling his zipper down. A lump formed in her throat, and her sanity seemed to have deserted her as she tugged his jeans away from his lean hips, taking his stretchy briefs along.
His small cock sprang free, sticking almost straight up and quivering in extreme turgidness. His glans was bare and baby-pink. His white little ; alls were hairless. He looked exactly like
Robert!
Estelle verged on a swoon. "Oooh, Stevie ... Stevie!" she cried. "God! Oooh, darling!"
She grasped his firm, young pecker and tilted it toward her face. It was so hard and warm! She wanted to...
Oh God, no! she thought. I can't do THAT! I've never done it with anyone. Harry always wanted me to do it, but I wouldn't.
She sprang to her feet and rolled onto the bed, coming to rest on her back. "Take all your clothes off!" she husked at the flustered, excited youth. "We'll have fun! Hurry up!"
The boy was so aroused by that time that he couldn't protest further, despite his uncertainty and fear. He scrambled from his garments, his up-thrust dick quivering as his baby balls shook.
Estelle couldn't take her eyes off him as she anxiously stroked herself, rubbing her conical breasts and her lower front, through her panties. Her brain seemed to have turned to warm mush.
She was mushy between the legs, also. Sexual moisture had saturated the crotch-strip of her briefs.
"Come here!" she cried when Stevie was naked except for socks. "Come look at me! Feel me! You can do anything with me that you want!"
The lad rushed to the bed, proving he had more than a mere curiosity about females. His erection proved that, also. But could he get to a sexual climax at his age? Estelle wasn't sure. He could bring her to a climax, she believed. She was almost there already!
Stevie knelt beside her, staring down. She grasped his terribly enticing rod.
"Well, touch me!" she said as she squeezed his dick, which would have felt just like a slender bone if it weren't so warm.
He put his hands on her breasts, and she thrilled.
"Oooh, wowwwww!" he rattled, agitating her titties and feeling how firm her nipples were as they tickled his palms.
Estelle writhed. "Stroke farther down!" Her eyes became heavy-lidded. "Take my panties off!"
The youth's hands glided along her svelte body as she kept hold of his boyish handle. It was as if her fist were locked to it. He plucked at the elastic of her panties.
"Ooh, yessssss!" she hissed. "That's the way, Stevie! Take them offffff!"
He slowly drew her panties down. He stopped when her light-brown pubic fluff came into view-gossamer threads that curled and tangled, gleaming in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
"Gee!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know ladies had..."
"Ooh yes, I have hair!" Estelle cried, all but out of her mind by that time. "Pull my pants the rest of the way off, dear! Look at alllllll of me!"
Stevie quickly complied, having to struggle a bit with her stretchy briefs to work them over her slippers. Estelle finally knocked her slippers off. Then she steepled her knees and spread them wide apart.
The boy stared between the tapering, converging columns of her tilted thighs. "Well?" she asked excitedly. "Do you like it."
"I ... I don't know!"
He seemed more frightened than ever as he gazed at her fluff-adorned pussy. The hairs were wispy and pale, growing so sparsely on the labia of her cunt that the delicate beige of her fat outer lips was exposed. Her spread-legged pose caused the plump lips to part, revealing her moist, coral-pink crevice, her hooded clit standing guard at its top. Even the outer edges of her little labia were pinkish.
The boy's curious gaze took in the small star-shaped aperture below her pussy, which her plump buttocks did not quite conceal.
"G-gosh, Mrs. Vance...!" he said.
"Oooh, doooooo something, Stevie!" she begged, squirming as she continued to grip his stiff dick. "Touch me between the legs!"
He placed his hand there and recoiled, evidently shocked by her extreme warmth and moistness-or just frightened by the whole idea.
Estelle blurted, "Play with my pussy! Rub it! Open it up!"
The lad tried again, tense and excited. He rubbed her soft vulva up and down, the labia wiggling and coming unstuck. He worked two fingers between the elastic folds and opened her delicate vault.
"That's ittttt!" Estelle cried, thrilled by his touch and by the cool air that kissed the interior of her damp twat. "Oooh, Stevie, that's wonderful! Stick your fingers all the way innnnn!"
The lad glided both digits up her slippery tunnel, and his cock quivered harder in Estelle's grasp as he stroked up and down. She was teetering on the brink of orgasm, a point she had never reached with Harry ... or anyone. Only her own hands had ever brought her off!
Her mind swirled. She couldn't take the time or focus the thought necessary to guide Stevie in screwing her. Still, she had to have his cock! As he frigged his fingers up and down inside her pussy, she twisted her upper body and lunged at his dick, tilting it down.
Oh God, I'm going SUCK it! she realized in surprise.
Then she was DOING it, engulfing his slick, bland-tasting cock in her hungry mouth and sucking madly as she bobbed her head.
"WOWWWW!" he cried.
Estelle made gurgly, blubbering sounds as she moaned against the modest mouthful of little-boy cock, gulping down her gushing saliva. Her senses reeled. She felt herself tumbling over the giddy crest of orgasm, and her hips heaved, her cunt clutching spastically at the boyish fingers that diddled inside it. Her eyes were shut. Waves of luscious warmth rolled through her.
Stevie squirmed on his knees, and he stopped moving his fingers, though he kept them in her hotly clasping channel. She continued to come, having never experienced such a thorough orgasm before.
Her circling lips clasped strokingly on the kid's cock. In her passionate zeal, she took the whole thing into her mouth on each forward stroke, causing the boy's nuts to bump her chin. Her forehead smacked his straight belly.
He twisted his dick in Estelle's hotly sucking mouth.
A flash of light blazed behind her eyelids, and she thought at first that it was part of her orgasm. Then she realized it had come from beyond. Her eyes popped open. A figure at the periphery of her vision caused her eyes to roll.
Harry stood in the doorway, holding a camera.
Oh God, NO! Estelle thought, and she reeled back from Stevie's dick just as he let go with the first ejaculation of his young life.
A single juicy glob of boyish sperm struck her full in the face, and her husband exploded another flashcube.
"That's priceless!" he said. "It's my ticket to freedom! Thank you, Estelle, and you too, kid-whatever your name is!"
Stevie scrambled from the bed, and Estelle lay back, panting. The boy's musk-scented semen still clung to her face. She tried desperately to think.
Stevie rushed for the door, and Harry let him pass.
"Ticket to freedom?" Estelle echoed stupidly, as she grappled with the phrase's meaning. She held her clammy thighs together and stared at her gloating husband.
"Yeah. I've been looking for a way out of this stinking marriage for some time, but with your daddy's money in the firm, I didn't see a chance. Now you've given me what I need!"
She sat up. "H-Harry, I ... don't understand!"
"I want a divorce, and now you'll have to give it to me ... unless you want your girlie bottom to land in jail! Not only that, your puritanical father would cut you out of his will if he found out what you just did!"
"Harry, now wait a minute...!
"Oh, no! There's nothing to talk about. I've got you dead to rights, baby." He patted the camera that he held. "It's all here!"
"B-but how? I mean..."
"When I found your robe downstairs, and that paperboy's receipt book, I sneaked up here to see what was going on. Well, I saw, baby! Then I hurried down and got the camera from the den. Lucky there was some film in it!"
"But ... a divorce? You must be joking!"
He laughed. "Oh, it's funny, all right-but no joke! I'm kicking you out of here tonight!"
The compact, beetle-browed man walked to the bed. "But first, I'm going to indulge my husbandly rights for one last time. I'm going to make you do for me what you just did for that paperboy!"
CHAPTER TWO
Estelle tried to scramble from the bed, but Harry caught her and threw her down, her breasts shaking. She gazed at him in horror and humiliation.
"Open my pants!" he directed as he stood next to the bed. He had placed his camera on a chair, out of Estelle's reach.
"Harry, you can't be serious about this!" she said.
"Why not? I like a suck off as well as the next man. But you were always too nicey-nice to give me one, so I had to look for my kicks on the outside. Why, you never even came when I screwed you! Now I catch you with a little boy! You must be queer for kids, huh?"
"Harry, that's monstrous!"
"It's just the truth, the way I saw it! How long have you been sucking little boy's cocks-huh, Estelle?"
"I never did it before! You've got to believe me. I've never been with another man, either."
"I can believe that last part, you cold bitch!"
"Oooh, Harry ... Harry ... please!" she said. "I know you're angry, and your pride is hurt, but let's not ruin what we have!"
"Just what have we got? A rotten marriage! As for my pride, it never felt better! And it's going to feel better yet, when you take my cock in your mouth!"
"I won't do it!" Estelle said heatedly. "You can't make me! I'll keep my lips closed."
She sealed them immediately and gazed with defiance at her husband.
"Okay. Then out you go right now," he said. "Get off that bed and pack your things!"
"Harry, you wouldn't actually throw me out!
Not at night! Where would I go?"
"You've got a little cash in your purse. Check into a motel. You can see your daddy in the morning and maybe he'll take you in. See him right now, if you want to."
"But what would I tell him? He doesn't believe in divorce. Before I married you he said I had better be sure, because it was for life."
"Well, our life is over," Harry said, then added thoughtfully, "unless, of course, you're willing to change."
"What do you mean?" she asked, seizing at the shred of hope he had offered. "Well, if you were to be a little wanner..."
"Yes?"
"...like giving me some oral sex."
Estelle was revolted by the thought of sucking him, but he offered her little choice. If he were to throw her out, she would be helpless. She wasn't capable of earning a livelihood, and her father was a narrow-minded prude who wouldn't help her get a divorce. If she were to tell him Harry had rejected her, he would demand to know why ... and she could never let him find out about the paperboy.
Harry didn't really want a divorce, she was beginning to believe. It was all just a dirty ploy on his part, to make her go oral with him.
"All right, I'll do it!" she said, shuddering inwardly.
"Good. But not reluctantly," he warned. "Show me you like it! Otherwise, I won't believe you've changed."
Damn you! she thought. How could I LIKE it? I'll have to struggle to keep from vomiting!
Still, sucking Stevie's cock wasn't bad, she mused as she reached toward her husband's fly. Wasn't BAD? Who am I kidding? I LOVED IT! But Stevie is a young boy...
Estelle unzipped her husband's trousers.
It was clear that he wasn't going to give her affection, nor even much encouragement. He was deliberately humiliating her because, despite what he had said, his pride was hurt.
Well, so be it! I'll do what I must, even though it's hateful!
She snaked a hand into her husband's pants and lifted his penis out. It was meaty and warm, but soft. The bulb had a faint bluish tinge, while Stevie's had been a fresh pink.
She held her husband's penis up, her forefinger and thumb clamped its supple stem where it emerged from his trousers. The head nodded, like a ripe plum on a bough. Estelle leaned closer.
It was particularly humiliating, she felt, to be forced to suck her husband's cock while he had his clothes on. But it would have been awful any way, so what was the difference?
She caught a whiff of his cock's tangy fragrance, which was stronger than Stevie's, and she almost chickened out. She hesitated before opening her mouth.
"Lick it first," Harry instructed, gazing down.
He's going to put me through a ritual! Estelle thought. He wants to humiliate me to the nth degree!
She steeled herself as she opened her mouth and let her rosy, moist tongue protrude. Her tongue quivered as it approached her husband's penis.
"Act as if you want to do it, damn you!" he snarled.
She seethed with repressed rage, but she proceeded to touch her tongue to the head of her husband's cock. She recoiled, breaking the contact.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed. "What's the matter now?"
"It tastes ... strong!" Estelle whimpered.
"Not like that kid's dick, huh? Well, that's because I'm a man. It's time you learned what a man tastes like, by God! Lick!"
Letting out a pitiful little moan, Estelle resumed licking her husband's tangy cockhead. Her tongue circled moistly around it, making the bulb slippery.
"The tip, too!" Harry demanded.
Estelle licked the tip of his dick, feeling more degraded than she had ever imagined possible. Having been brought up in wealth and extreme respectability, and having enjoyed an affluent marriage, degradation was not an emotion she was accustomed to.
"Let your lips crawl around it," Harry said. "Take the whole thing in!"
"Aaaaawwww!" she bleated. But she did as directed, widening her mouth as she glided her lips forward, around the knob of his still-soft organ.
Her stomach churned when she held his prickhead in her mouth, soaking. Its taste and scent were strong, compared to Stevie's delicious little cock. Harry's organ was much bulkier, even when soft.
It didn't remain soft for long, now that Estelle was holding the nozzle in her mouth. His stem stiffened between her circling lips. His bulb fattened against her tongue, crowding her mouth. The taste of his cock became even stronger, with his heat up.
Though she felt ill, Estelle nevertheless began to suck on his prick. She even glided her lips forward and back, pretending an eagerness that she didn't feel. Harry's charger surged to the back of her tongue, and she gagged.
"Shit!" he exclaimed. "If there's something I hate, when a woman's giving me a blow job, it's that sound of revulsion!"
Estelle let his prick go and stared up at him. "I'm sorry!" she forced herself to say. "It's just that I'm not used to it! I couldn't help gagging."
"Women who enjoy it don't gag."
"H-how many women have done it for you?"
"Hell, I don't know. Maybe a dozen. No, more like two dozen. What's the difference?"
"If anyone has grounds to break up our marriage, it's me!" Estelle said petulantly, her own pride hurt by his revelation.
"Maybe," Harry admitted. "But you don't have any proof, and I do! Now get back to sucking!"
His dick was sticking straight forward, the head fat and gleaming with her saliva. Estelle ran her mouth onto the knob again, determined this time not to take too much of him in, so that she wouldn't gag.
She would have liked to bite him, but she knew that would be dangerous, and it wouldn't get her what she wanted. She dutifully resumed sucking, gliding her o-shaped lips forward and back across the ridge of his corona and a short distance along his shaft.
How this must look! she thought in extreme embarrassment. Harry, you'd better burn the sight into your memory, because you'll never see it again! I'll get hold of those pictures somehow, and then you won't have a club over me!
Speaking of clubs, his cock was very much like that as she sucked it. She clasped her lips around the column more firmly, drawing in as much as she dared. Her stomach had quieted, though she remained distressed. But that was mostly in her mind, she realized.
She wasn't aroused in the least. Her pulse was pounding fast, but that was from tension and resentment, she assured herself.
God, it feels funny to have his big cock in my mouth, she mused, seeming to thrust in and out as I lunge on it! The shaft tickles my lips kind of good, and the head feels so hot and throbby against my tongue!
NO! It's not good at all! I HATE IT!
That firmly established, she sucked with greater gusto.
"By God, if I didn't know better, I'd think you really do dig this!" Harry said, becoming more excited. "Go to town, baby! Bring me off!"
Cringing with shame, but sucking him all the harder, Estelle defintely warmed to her task. She felt itchy between the thighs, and she squirmed, rubbing the firm columns against her clit, which was even firmer! Her nipples were stiffly erected, the mounds on which they perched quivering with her head-lunging motions.
Harry began to rock gently on the balls of his feet, enhancing the softly gliding friction of his dick between her stretched lips. He began to push too far, and Estelle drew back.
Her husband started her by grasping her by the head. He mussed her ash-blonde hair as he pulled her forward on each thrust of his cock. She struggled desperately to keep from gagging as his prick tried to spear into her throat.
"Ghaaawwww ... glaaahhhgh ... glaaahgllll..." she said, and saliva leaked out from between her lips and his dick, dribbling down her chin.
Harry stroked faster, really fucking her face! She felt more humiliated than ever. She tried to pull back, but he maintained a firm hold on her head. She feared he was about to shoot.
I don't want to take it in my mouth! she thought. Not all that nasty stuff! Oh God, what am I going to do?
There obviously was nothing the dismayed woman could do but keep sucking as Harry degraded her with a vengeance. She would never forgive him for this, she vowed. Never!
He pumped his prick into her pretty face as rapidly as he could, and she gasped gluggingly around the mouthful of thrusting meat. Her nostrils dilated. Her eyes stared.
Suddenly Harry's column quivered between her lips, and his bulb expanded against her tongue. He stopped stroking.
God, here it COMES! she thought helplessly, because he continued to grip her head, holding her firmly on his twitching cock.
She got it-an explosive spurt that showered the back of her throat!
"GHAAAWWWGH ... GHAAAWLLLLL ... GLAAHGH..." she gurgled, gulping down his sperm, because there was nothing else she could do.
Her eyes watered, and her throat muscles strained as Harry's deluge gushed down her gullet, making her stomach churn. She seemed immersed in his musky scent, though the taste of his cock-cream was mild. The idea of having to swallow it was the worst part of the whole thing.
Finally her husband's ejaculation ended, and he released her, letting her draw back. His softening penis flopped from her mouth, and she panted. Her eyes were wild. Spilled semen dangled from her chin like egg-white.
She wanted to curse her cruel husband, but somehow she controlled herself. She dared not spoil the effect of what she had endured, now that it was over.
"That was pretty good," Harry said, stuffing his penis into his clothes and zipping up. "I've had better, but you showed real promise. You'll make a first-class cocksucker some day, if you keep working at it."
Why do you have to add insult to injury? she thought. But she still refused to say anything.
"Wipe the goop off your chin," Harry suggested.
She shamefully did so. She felt strange, much as she had after Harry's conventional fuckings. She hadn't approached a climax.
"I want to go into the bathroom and clean up," she said, avoiding his eyes as she eased herself from the bed.
"Good idea, since you'll be getting dressed."
Standing, she looked directly at him. "No, I think I'll turn in early."
"All the more reason to get dressed right away."
"Harry, I don't understand!"
"You'll be going out to hunt up a motel."
"B-but you said..."
"I didn't promise a thing." His eyes twinkled spitefully.
"You mean you're actually going through with this idea of a divorce?"
"I'll let you get the divorce, baby. That way your dark secret won't have to be revealed. Of course, if you don't do it I'll have no choice but to send those photos to your father."
"God damn you!" Estelle cried, shaking with rage.
"Now get yourself cleaned up and pack a few things. I'll go downstairs and have a drink to my new blessed freedom." He picked up his camera and left the room. Estelle sank into a chair, sobbing.
CHAPTER THREE
She awoke in a strange motel room and sat up, staring at the wall. She still could scarcely believe what had happened to her.
Yesterday she had been securely, if not happily, married and was living in suburban affluence; today she was on her own, with less than a hundred dollars left in her purse and not the slightest notion of what she was going to do. Appealing to her father was out of the question. Her pride and his prudishness kept that door shut. Appealing to Harry would be equally fruitless, he had made her understand. As for forcing him to support her, that would involve going to a lawyer, and he would have to find out the awful secret which had put her where she was.
No. She would have to get by on her own devices. But how?
She got up and numbly walked to the John. Lifting her frilly nightgown, she squatted over the pot and peed.
There must be some sort of work I can do, she thought. Then after a while, when Father has gotten used to the idea of Harry and me breaking up, he will help me out. He loves me, after all. But if I went to him now, he would just tell me to go back to Harry.
She turned on the shower and removed her nightie. Standing under the revitalizing spray, she felt more hopeful. By the time she had toweled herself and strolled into the bedroom, she had convinced herself that she could pick up a job without trouble-something that didn't require any skill, like being a receptionist.
People had even told her she could be a model, she recalled as she gazed at her naked reflection in the mirror.
She turned, eyeing herself from all angles. She certainly had kept her girlish figure. There was no hint of belly fatness, and her breasts were as high and firm as when she was sixteen. Her bottom was on the plump side, but not displeasing so; her height and long legs offset it.
Modeling was undignified, she thought, unless she could pose for the glamour magazines. And she supposed it was hard breaking into them.
Why didn't I take something besides liberal arts in college? she wondered fretfully. Because I never thought I would have to work, she answered herself. I was living at home with Father, and the next step was to marry a man who could support me. Even if the marriage failed, he would have to give me a good settlement, I had assumed. God, if only I had realized the danger when I started to play with that boy, Stevie!
She took a garter belt from her overnight bag and fitted it around her middle. She sat and drew stockings up her lissome legs, clipping them to her garters.
No bra, she decided as she got up, titties trembling. Her breasts were not the hangy kind at all, and they didn't require support.
She selected pink panties and drew them up her sleek, sandy-hued stockings, over her skimpy white garter belt. Running her fingers around the leg elastics of the tailored briefs, she tucked the stretchy bands beneath her pouting buttocks.
She took time with her hair and makeup, then donned a full-length slip which matched her panties but had a bit of lace on it. She topped off her costume with an expensive print dress of silky-soft polyester.
Clipping earrings to her lobes, she felt far more prosperous than she was. Her old confidence and pride had returned.
I don't need Harry! she thought. I don't need ANYONE, and I'm going to prove it!
She left her room and headed for the coffee shop at the front of the motel, her delicate hair stirring against her shoulders.
"Oh, Mrs. Vance!"
She stopped and turned to face the motel manager-a small man, with a nose like a hawk and a balding head. He had checked her in the evening before and was just opening the office.
"Yes?" She smiled impersonally, her head high.
"Will you be staying over?" the manager asked.
"Perhaps. I haven't decided."
"Well, I'll have to know before noon."
Estelle was vexed, "if I don't notify you to the contrary, I'll be staying, of course."
"Payment is strictly in advance, you know."
"Listen..." she said haughtily, "where do you get off, talking to a guest like that? Do I look like the sort of person who would not pay her bill?"
The manager shifted a toothpick in his mouth as his beady eyes scanned her. "I'm not sure."
Color rose in Estelle's cheeks. "Well, I can tell you..."
"You've got to pay before noon, Mrs. Vance. It's a rule."
She had never been addressed that way before, and she wanted to tell the insulting little man to take his room and shove it.
That's what I get for stopping at a common place like this! she thought. I should have gone to the Hillton.
Then she recalled how little money she had, and she held her tongue. She even forced a smile. "Mister, uuuh..."
"Carp. Sidney Carp."
"Well, Mr. Carp," Estelle said, emphasizing his name. It seemed like the perfect designation for a lowlife. "I will let you know by noon."
His eyes tickled her figure through her thin, clingy dress. "Kind of uncertain about what you're gonna do, huh?"
"What?"
"Well, you're a married lady and you gave a local address when you checked in alone. That usually means a separation."
"I'll thank you to mind your own business!"
Estelle snapped.
"Sure." The little man shrugged. "But I was thinking that if you need a break..."
A break! How dare he?
Wait a minute, Estelle. You DO need a break, don't you? Let's not be foolish.
"As a matter-of-fact, I am a bit undecided," she said, swallowing a portion of her pride. "But I fail to see how you could..."
"I'm thinking of hiring a hostess," he said.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. You're the type I had in mind. Strictly class."
"Well, thank you ... I guess."
"Want to step into my room, and we'll talk about it?"
Estelle hesitated. She had no idea what the job of hostess in a modest motel might entail. The large hotels had recreation directors, and that was a type of position she might be qualified for. But here...?
"It's up to you," Sid said matter-of-factly. "The pay would be good, if money's an issue."
Money was the biggest issue in Estelle's life right then.
"Very well," she acquiesced. "It won't hurt to discuss it, I suppose."
She felt an odd twinge of apprehension as she entered the man's living quarters, and he shut the door. They were alone.
"Sit down," he said, gesturing toward a green upholstered chair. The living room was dim with the drapes drawn. Estelle found herself staring at the man's rumpled bed.
She sat and crossed her legs. Her skirt and slip slid silkily up her thighs.
"Let's talk money first," Sid said, sitting on the edge of a small desk as he looked at her. "I'll guarantee you three-fifty a week."
"That's pretty good," Estelle admitted. She had feared she would have to take a job for far less.
Sid turned and surprised her by snapping on his TV set. Momentarily the screen lit up, and Estelle caught her breath as she stared at the vivid color picture:
A young blonde girl was sucking the cock of a bushy-headed black man!
"Mr. Carp!" Estelle exclaimed heatedly, and jumped to her feet.
"That shocks you, huh?" Sid asked.
"It most certainly does!" Estelle strove not to look at the TV, which continued to run.
"That's a closed circuit channel," he said, "available in certain rooms. Lots of motels show X-rated pictures nowadays."
"Well, I've never seen one!" Estelle said, her cheeks flaming.
"Sit down and watch it," Sid suggested, "it isn't so bad. Some of these films are kind of artistic."
Estelle was furious. "Look, if you invited me in here to look at dirty pictures with you, you certainly picked the wrong woman!"
"I asked you in here to offer you a job," he said. "But you've got to know something about the kind of place I run. like I said, the money's good. And it'll be steady. I can guarantee that."
"Will you please turn that TV off?" Estelle demanded.
He did so, then resumed his perch on the edge of the desk. "Relax now."
Estelle resumed her seat, though she felt as if she ought to run. The money that the motel manager had offered glittered in her mind. It would solve her immediate problem.
What does this hostess work involve?" she asked.
Sid studied her, as if trying to decided how to proceed. "It's pleasant," he said. "We get a good clientele here. No kooks. You would have to, uh, work with the guests ... make sure they're comfortable. You know."
"I'm not sure I do know," Estelle told him.
"How long you been married?"
"Two and a half years."
"Then there shouldn't be any problem."
"Wh-what does my being married have to do with it?"
"Stand up, huh? Let me get a better look at you."
Estelle stood. She felt cheap, submitting to the inspection of the weasly little man. But there was that money-and, God, she needed it!
"Raise your skirt a little," Sid directed.
"Now see here!"
"You'll be lying out by the pool sometimes," he said. "I've got to make sure you've got good legs-right?"
Estelle supposed that was reasonable, though the idea of being forced to show herself was offensive. She pinched her silky skirt at both sides and raised it a few inches, together with her slip. The ribbed tops of her stockings came into view.
"So you wear a garter belt and clip-ons, huh?" Sid said, noting the snaps. "I like that! Raise it a little more."
"Mr. Carp!"
"Aaw come on, Mrs. Vance! For Christ's sake, you've showed your legs before, haven't you?"
She jerked her skirt and slip to the tops of her thighs, exposing pale flesh above her expanded nylons.
"Very good!" the man said appreciatively.
Estelle experienced a strange tingle. She dropped her skirt quickly. Her cheeks were rosier than ever.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," Sid said thoughtfully. "I'll start you off in the office, just clerking. You'll get full pay, though. Does that sound all right?"
"Yes! It sounds very good!"
"How about an advance?" Sid asked, reaching into his pocket. "Could you use it?'
"Well ... I..."
"Here's a hundred and fifty," he said, handing her two bills.
Estelle took the money and stared at it. The whole thing had been impossibly simple. She tucked the bills into her purse.
"Well, thank you very much!" she said, obviously relieved.
"You know, I'm a single man." He smiled. "You're just the same as single now, isn't that right?"
"I suppose you could say that."
"Let's go to bed."
"What?"
"B-E-D, Mrs. Vance. It's where people go to fuck."
She stared at him, her gleaming lips parted.
"I'm not a bad guy," he said quickly. "And this is how you can nail the job down. When I like a girl, the sky's the limit. Know what I mean?"
Estelle's mind swirled. She desperately wanted the job. Having to hand back the money which the motel man had given her would be painful. And she was sophisticated enough to realize that many successful career women used their physical attractions to help them get ahead. She hadn't really intended to do so, but now that the opportunity presented itself she felt she couldn't reject it out of hand.
Perhaps this pipsqueak wasn't so bad, she thought. She had submitted to Harry for more than two years, without getting pleasure from it, all in the name of holy wedlock. But it was a marriage without love. So, was that much different from ... this?
She shuddered inwardly. Yes! It was different! This was too cut and dried, strictly a commercial deal!
Estelle stood up. "No thank you, Mr. Carp!" she said firmly, and turned toward the door. Then she thought of the money, and stopped. She reached into her purse.
Touching the bills, her hand froze.
Sid moved up behind her and stroked her slender back. She squirmed as he pawed her shivery buttocks through her thin dress. A strange thrumming started inside her.
"Keep the money," Sid whispered, "and just go to bed with me once. If I disgust you, get up and walk out-you owe me nothing. Nobody else will know."
Whore! Estelle thought. I would be a whore!
She tingled giddily as the strange man continued palming her bottom.
"The money's not in payment for anything," he said. "It's just a gift, like your husband givingyou some money to buy clothes. Right?"
Estelle's resolution was shaky. She didn't know what to do. The money was already in her handbag...
"Oh, all right!" she exclaimed, her eyes flashing as she whirled to face the little man. "But only once. And you must never say a word about it!"
"Of course," he replied.
Estelle tried not to look at the rumpled bed, or at Sid, as she fumbled with the fasteners on her dress. He watched as she pulled the garment up and over her head. Her slip was scalloped with lace at the top, where it clung to her titties.
Imagine me taking my clothes off in front of a strange man and getting ready to go to bed with him! she thought. I must be out of my mind!
However, she pulled her slip up her stocking-clad legs, past her hose tops and along her garter straps ... away from her pink panties. The man's eyes were fastened on the delectable portion of her body which was concealed by the sleek briefs. Her panties were sufficiently opaque so that not even a shadow of her cuntal hairs showed through.
As her slip came up over her head, her erect breasts flipped to quiver in stunning nakedness. Her nipples were pink and rigid.
"Lie down as you are," Sid said.
"But my stockings and panties..." Estelle blushed as she looked at him.
"As you are," he repeated.
She lay down and stretched out, pressing her shapely legs together. Her pussy was warm, and it tingled. She shut her eyes.
This is absolute madness! she thought. Yesterday I was a respectable housewife! People can't change that quickly.
Indeed not! another part of her nature answered back. You didn't change so fast! You seduced that little boy last night, when you were still respectable". So, how respectable were you, really? Maybe, until last night, you'd just never had a good hot opportunity to be bad!
Father is the respectable one! Oh, yes-the great Caleb Truesdale! You like the trappings of respectability, but did you ever really buy the whole package? In school you were just plain scared of sex! Then Harry took you over.
Okay, so if I was looking for a chance to break loose, how come I never climaxed with HIM? He was pretty wild when we were first married. He ate me and everything!
Father's the culprit! she decided. His stern face would always flash in my mind when I was with him. They were different inside, but they shared the same outer respectability.
Maybe I just don't WANT to be respectable any more!
Her green eyes snapped open, and she stared at the little motel man who stood next to the bed in his shorts. Though he was nearly bald on top of his head, he had lots of hair on his chest and legs. His shorts sagged a bit from his paunch.
Oh, God! Estelle thought. I don't want THIS, either!
She leaped up, her tits trembling. She snatched at her clothes.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sid demanded, grasping her arm.
"Let go of me, you creep!" she cried. "I'll give you back your damned money!"
He whipcracked her around and sent her sprawling across the bed. She saw stars. By the time her brain cleared, the man was squatting astride her.
"You don't know what you want!" he snarled. "Well, I'm gonna show you! Yell if you want to--this place is soundproofed!"
Estelle's blood pounded.
Now I'm in it, for sure! she thought. Oh, what a fix! Even if I could run out, I've only got my panties on! What a scandal that would cause! Father would find out!
Sid backed up and straddled her legs. He gazed down at her well-turned bottom in filmy pink briefs.
"A babe like you ought to get her ass spanked!" he said.
"Noooooh! Oooh, please don't hit me!"
Sid placed his hand on her cushiony bottom and wobbled the cheeks in her panties.
"Aaawwww!" she whimpered distressfully.
Sid raised his hand and brought it down hard across both her buttocks. She yelped, and her ass-cheeks shook. Little puckers chased one another across her sleek panty-seat.
Sid spanked her again.
Her bottom burned. Tears sprang to her eyes. Even worse than her physical hurt was the humiliation she felt.
The man spanked her with both hands, alternating the swats from right and left. Her buttocks bounced wildly in her briefs. A choking sensation rose to her throat, and her whole body was hot as fire. Her clit erected against her panty-crotch, which was pressed to the bed.
"Damn, what an ass you've got!" Sid husked, and pressed his face to it, kissing her through her panties.
"Aaaw, STOP it!" Estelle cried. "Don't! Ooh, for heaven's sake!" Sid's hands crawled up over her panties as he held his face against the sheer nylon where it spanned her lush buttocks. His fingers clawed the elastic band away from her hips and pulled her panties down. The nylon glided out from between his moist mouth and her asscrack.
Oh, he's kissing me right THERE! she thought. For God's sake! Even Harry never did THAT!
Sid turned his head one way, then the other, as he kept it against her bottom, and her buttocks wobbled tautly. He licked their satiny inner slopes. He tickled her tightly clenched, tingling anus with his tongue and drooled saliva into the punctured dimple.
He's a fiend! she thought. And I've let him get hold of me! There's no telling what he might do!
He backed up further and pulled her panties all the way down. He worked the clingy undergarment over one shoe and left it looped around her other ankle. He stroked his hands up her stockings and onto her bare thighs, which he patted gently. He bent and licked around the rim of her right stocking.
"Please ... let me gooooooh!" Estelle begged. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"
Sid paid no attention to her prattling. He massaged her plump buttocks, which had turned rosy, then rolled her onto her back. She stared up at him, her eyes wet and wild.
"Now for a taste of pussy!" he said, looking at the delicate, golden-brown hairs that clung like a cloud to her mons.
He freed her right leg and swung it to the side. He shifted his other knee and opened her thighs wider yet. He got down and looked closely at the puffed slit which was all but devoid of hair, deep within her crotch.
Estelle seethed with humiliation.
But just think of it! an aberrant impulse told her. No man ever looked at you between the legs before, except Harry. Isn't it CRAZY to have this creep looking at you down there? Don't you want to just squeal?
She got hotter as Sid stretched her elastic pussylips apart.
"you faker!" he said. "Saying you don't want to do it, and you're juicy as a peach!"
He pressed his mouth to her wide-open pussy and began to slurp. Estelle gasped. She bit her lip. The man's tongue was swiping like a miniature washcloth, all around the inside of her vulva, stroking her clit and her pisser, tickling her vaginal mouth.
Great throbs of pleasure coursed up through her body, rolling over one another as they tumbled into her brain. She couldn't think. Her hips began to lurch. Each swipe of the strange man's tongue across her clitty made her want to scream.
Oh, I'm getting with it! she thought. GOD, am I getting with it! I'm going to get my jollies this time! Oh, man, YES!
Her hands fluttered around Sid's bald head, and she swayed her tilted thighs wantonly. She ground her hot ass against the bed. Her pussy was a flaming swamp! Just one more dip of that dirty man's tongue...
He raised his head.
"Oooooh, NO!" she cried. "Don't STOP! Oooh, you devil!"
He pulled his shorts down, and let his erection leap out. It wasn't as long as Harry's, but it was thick, and it stood higher than her husband's had lately. Blood-engorged veins stuck out on it, and the gristly knob was florid.
"Doooooo it!" Estelle cried. "Oooh, damn you, DO it!"
He pushed his cock down into her sump and, with a jolt, rammed his whole organ into her. Her cunt was dilated by the thickness of his truncheon. She panted, feeling him throb inside her.
Leaning on his elbows, he wrapped his hands around her stuck-up breasts. He squeezed the firmly resilient shapes and thumbed her sensitive nipples to and fro. Twisting his head, he clamped his moist mouth around one of her titty-crests and sucked, stroking her throbby nipple with his tongue.
"Aaaaaah ... ooooh!" she said, writhing. She arched her back, shoving more titty into his mouth. Her squirming twisted her cunt around his thick rod, which remained motionless inside her like a stake that had been driven and forgotten.
He sucked her tits slurpingly, making her nipples pulsate with hot blood. They had turned from delicate pink to deep rose. She pushed her ass into the bed, to try to get some motion going down below, and finally he was ready.
He began to jiggle his cock in her hot hole.
"Oooh, my GODDD!" she cried, fucking like a mink. "GIVE it to me."
"FUCKME SCREWME, THREAT ME ROUGH!"
Sid drove his cock up and down in her slippery, clutching channel, and her brain pulsated in and out of focus. She knew she was going to come, and it was a miracle. She certainly didn't like this man better than Harry, but liking seemed to have nothing to do with it. Maybe not liking was more important, she thought giddily, and then she couldn't think any more at all.
Her hips drummed mindlessly against the bald little man who fucked her. Her senses swirled. A voluptuous tightness gathered in her nerves and tissues, building toward an explosion. She drove her hips so heatedly against Sid's spearing thrusts that her titties leaped. Still, they kept their shape beneath the canopy of his hairy chest.
Her cunt was a hungry, wild thing as it tried to seize and strangle his fist-stroking rod. It rippled around him like slippery fingers as he humiliatingly-and thrillingly-drove his hard cock into her belly. His balls bounced against her crotch, then pulled up until she didn't feel them any more.
His motions became more frenzied.
Estelle quaked. Her explosion point was almost at hand.
"Yessss ... yessssss!" she hissed. "Oooh SHIT, yes!"
She came. Her hips jerked spastically, and her entire body vibrated as tingly tentacles of warmth reached into every part of her body. Her climax grew. Unlike an explosion that flashed and was gone, this one got hotter and more intense as Sid kept rocking inside her. The room seemed to swirl.
Estelle clung to the little man atop her, her fingernails digging in. Her stocking-clad legs were wrapped serpent-like around his thighs, letting her pull against him in spastic bursts while he kept up his frenzied stroking.
He was fucking her right to the stars!
Harry had never ridden her like that. But she had never given Harry such inspiration.
She moaned and gasped and squealed as she achieved high after high, her chest arching up against Sid, her blonde hair tangling as it whipped across the pillows.
"Fuck! Ooh shit, fuck!" she cried. "Oooh, fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK!"
"AAAAARRRRRRGH!" Sid rasped, and pumped spurt after spurt of hot sperm into her convulsing belly. "Oooooooooooooh!" she sighed, and went limp. She kept her eyes shut long after the man had climbed from her. Her mind was slow in returning to focus. When it did, she was drenched by shame.
Bad enough to give in to a strange man, she thought, but to ENJOY it. . . !
"I knew it about you," Sid chortled, unable to conceal his self-satisfied glee as he got dressed. "I could just tell. Baby, I can sure pick 'em!"
Estelle still hadn't opened her eyes, nor had she moved, except to close her legs. She had never felt so soggy inside or all up and down her thighs-but never so satisfied, either. However, that was just physical. Mentally she suffered.
"Why'd you leave your husband?" Sid asked. "Wasn't he man enough for you?"
"Shut ... up!"
"Yeah? Well, you lie there and think about it. That's okay. I've gotta open the office. Come over when you're ready."
"What makes you think," she asked venomously, "that I would work for you after ... what you just did?"
He chuckled, not dismayed in the least.
"I mean it!" Estelle sat up. "That was disgusting!"
Sid squinted at her. "Okay," he said, still unperturbed though he obviously found her mental quirks interesting.
"You're a dirty little man, and this is a dirty place!"
"Sure, sure."
Estelle lay back down again because her brain still felt light. She was afraid she might fall if she tried to stand.
"So clean up," Sid said, "when you get around to it, and I'll see you in the office."
He turned and walked out.
Estelle lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. She parted her legs a bit, and cum dribbled down her soft crotch.
I've got to think ... think! she told herself. There's a way out of this!
Well, if I don't want to work for him, I simply don't have to! I can go back to my own room and pack and leave. And I'll just keep his money! Didn't he say I could?
It was simple enough.
And yet it wasn't.
Estelle remained on the bed. She listened to the air conditioner purr.
Three hundred and fifty a week! she thought. For WHAT? Surely not for just clerking! Three-fifty is more than Harry gave me each week to spend, even including my charge accounts. I could live the same as always.
WHY DID I COME JUST NOW?
God, was that something! It rattled my teeth! Now I feel so perfect!
That miserable shrimp!
But he could sure fuck!
Estelle got up and walked to the bathroom, her buttocks undulating sensuously. There was slickness between them and between her thighs. She decided to take a complete shower.
Work for that dirty little man, she thought, and let myself in for another treatment like he just gave me? Ridiculous!
She soaped herself, rubbing her bobbly breasts. She stroked between her thighs, where she still felt very warm and good.
What a humiliation!
I certainly don't want any more of that!
What would Father think?
Estelle quaked and drove two fingers up her hole. She had to clutch the shower door to keep from falling.
Father! Oh, he would be livid! like when he caught me with Robert, only worse-much worse!
And HARRY!
Oh, he would shit his pants! Estelle got out of the shower and dried off. She walked nude to the bedroom, carrying her stockings and garter belt. She sat down and put them on.
Now where did I drop my panties ? That man left them around my ankle all the time he was giving it to me! That was so wicked!
She couldn't help smiling.
She found her panties on the floor, shook them out and stepped into them. She pulled them up and snapped them around her hips.
Three-fifty a week, she thought, for getting back at Harry ... and at Father, too! But I've got my position to thin about. I'm a Truesdale!
So will that pay for eggs and bacon?
Dressed, Estelle walked to the motel office...
CHAPTER FOUR
Clerking at the motel was a snap. Estelle learned the routine quickly.
After lunch (which really was brunch, since she had missed breakfast) she was at the counter and Sid was seated behind her when a well-dressed man walked in. He greeted Sid familiarly, then focused his attention on Estelle and smiled.
"Who's this?" he asked, apparently to Sid though he continued to look at Estelle.
"She's new," Sid replied. "Estelle, Mr. Donald Parker."
"Hello, Estelle," the dark-haired, handsome man said. "You free tonight?"
When she hesitated, Don said to the manager, "I dropped in to make arrangements for Liz, but now that I've seen this blonde beauty..."
Sid quickly stepped forward. "I'll see what I can work out. About nine o'clock?"
"No, it'll have to be a little later. I've got a business meeting tonight. Say ... ten-thirty."
"Will do." Sid gave him a wink.
"Sure hope you'll be available," the customer said to Estelle, giving her another broad smile. Then he turned and walked out.
"Just what was all that?" Estelle demanded of her boss.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "Say, give me a line on the phone inside, will you?"
Estelle made the connection on the switchboard, as he had shown her earlier, and Sid stepped into the back room to make his call. She bit her lip and thought about the conversation that had just transpired. The customer obviously had been trying to set up an appointment-but for what? It had sounded like sex. Prostitution?
Was that what being a "hostess" entailed?
When Sid emerged from the back room, Estelle was ready for him:
"Listen, I want to know what that Mr. Parker was getting at."
"I've got no time to talk now," Sid replied, bustling out. "I'll see you later, huh?"
"But...."
He was gone before Estelle could say anything else.
Being the motel manager's mistress was one thing, but selling her body to any Tom, Dick or Don who came along was something entirely different, Estelle decided. If Sid was trying to railroad her into being a whore, she would quit right now-or at least when he got back. At the moment, she was the only one on duty, and she couldn't leave the office unattended.
She felt uneasy as she waited for Sid to return. A few calls arrived at the switchboard, and a couple of guests checked out. After about half an hour, a stunning brunette entered the office. Though she was no young chick, she had the figure of a showgirl, in trim blue pants and a floral-printed blouse. With her was a dark-haired boy of about fourteen.
"Hi!" she chirped, flashing a white-toothed smile. She wore hoop earrings and several slender gold bracelets that jangled softly. "I'm Liz Coulter."
"Then you must be..." Estelle stopped and shifted gears: "I want to talk to you!"
"Great! Why don't we step into the room in back? Tommy here will watch the desk."
Estelle smiled at the youth who was slender and good-looking, and he returned her grin, obviously confident for his age.
"This is my son," Liz said proudly. "Tommy, say hello to Estelle."
He did so, but Estelle scarcely acknowledged the greeting. She was flabbergasted that Liz had know her name.
"How did you know me?" she asked.
"I know everything that goes on around here," the brunette said with a twinkle in her blue eyes. "Shall we have that talk?"
Liz guided Estelle ahead of her into the room behind the office. It wasn't a complete bedroom, but it had a couch where the manager or clerk could snatch a few winks on a quiet night, along with a desk, filing cabinets, and a safe. A toilet and shower adjoined it.
Not bothering to shut the door between the back room and the office, Liz said immediately, "I know why you were so anxious to talk. You heard my name mentioned by Don Parker, and you're wondering what the shit that was all about."
Estelle blinked. "Well, yes. Sid must have called you."
"He did. And he asked me to get right over here." She was fumbling in her handbag. "I left so fast that I forgot my cigarettes. Honey, have you got one?"
"No, I'm sorry. I don't smoke."
Liz called through the open doorway, "Tommy, dear! Get Mama some Winstons out of that machine in the lobby, will you?"
She plumped herself on the couch, her full breasts bouncing, and flung one sleek-panted leg over the other. "Well! About Don first-he's a prosperous businessman who's got a cold wife. He comes around here to get what he needs."
"But this is supposed to be a motel, not a ... a whorehouse!"
"Please!" Liz exclaimed. "We're not that kind of place at all. And believe me, baby, if you work here, you won't be an ordinary whore! Hostess is the word Sid-likes to use, and that describes it. Sid has just a few of us girls on call ... for his special clients, both men and women."
"Women?"
"Of course." Liz's smile flashed again. "Bored housewives like to drop around and get something different."
A strange tingle went through Estelle. "Why didn't Sid tell me this?"
"He said he tried to, but you were a little green, and he didn't want to scare you off. He thought maybe you would take it better from another gal. Hey, sit down! Let's really get acquainted-what do you say?"
Estelle sat on the couch next to Liz, keeping her knees primly side by side. Tommy entered the room and looked at her as he brought Liz the cigarettes.
"You don't look old enough to have a fine, big son like this!" Estelle said.
"I had him when I was sixteen. That was one of my first indiscretions-but he's proved to be the greatest pleasure of my life!" Liz beamed at him.
The boy again looked at Estelle as he left the room. The door remained open.
"Have you ever done it with another girl?" Liz asked, ripping open the cigarette pack.
"Of course not!"
"Well, don't be so haughty about it. If you haven't done it, you've missed a lot, believe me. Women have a touch that's different from men, and they know just what another woman-likes. Want me to show you?"
Estelle caught her breath.
"It won't hurt!" Liz said. "I promise you that. And it'll broaden your experience, whether you decide you like it or not." She lit a cigarette and plumed smoke into the air.
"Liz, the door is open!"
"So? Tommy knows all about these things. What do you say?"
The Estelle of twenty-four hours ago wouldn't even have considered Liz's bizarre offer. But beginning with her impulsive seduction of the paperboy last night, Estelle had changed. Experiences which she previously had denied herself had proved surprisingly pleasurable--both with the paperboy and with Sid. They had satisfied some strange, dark need she seemed to possess. Perhaps...
"No, I couldn't!" she decided, blushing. "The idea of being with another woman..."
"That's the hang-up-the idea! Well, don't think about it. Just do it! Baby, you'll be amazed how good it is."
"Oh, I really..."
Liz snuffed out her cigarette and snuggled close to Estelle on the couch. She placed her hand on the blonde's sleekly stockinged knees. "Just relax for a minute. If you don't like what I'm doing, you can always get up and run."
Liz glided her hand up Estelle's thigh, pushing her skirt and slip along. The latter gazed down at the feminine hand, doing what no woman had done to her before, and she thrilled as Liz's caress crept across the gartered top of a stocking and onto bare flesh.
"Please!" Estelle exclaimed. "I don't ... the door ... ooh, my goodness!"
Liz was stroking the front of Estelle's pink panties, gliding her fingertips down between the shocked woman's warm thighs. Estelle couldn't keep her thighs from parting until finally they were open wide! The narrow center of her panties provided skimpily inadequate protection for her steamy cunt. Liz worked the panty strip aside and began to fondle the soft, moistening lips of Estelle's snatch.
"Uuuh ... oooh!" Estelle flung her head back. Liz's fingertips on her clit were driving her wild. Liz did indeed know how to twiddle it better than a man!
"Close ... the door!" Estelle panted. "Please ... !"
"Forget it!" Liz purred next to her ear. "Nobody can see from the lobby. There aren't any customers out there." Liz slithered a finger deep into Estelle's slit.
"B-but ... Tommy!"
"I told you, he understands! Now, will you just quit worrying?"
Liz's first finger in Estelle's snug cuntal crevice was joined by another. The blonde scootched wantonly forward to the edge of the couch and tilted her responsive cunt up as Liz diddled it. Each stroke of the other woman's fingers not only fucked voluptuously up her hot pussy, but stropped the tip of her clit, as well!
She was breathing hard. Her entire body was atingle. Love-syrup flowed copiously onto and around Liz's fingers, permitting them to glide ever more smoothly and silkily up and down Estelle's warm, snug fuck way. She squirmed, her mind seeming to blank out.
Liz dropped to her knees on the floor between Estelle's spread thighs and used her thumbs to stretch Estelle's delicately blonde-fringed draperies wide apart. Her pink grotto glistened with fresh girlie juice.
Liz bent her brunette head between the other woman's stocking-clad thighs and placed her pink tongue into Estelle's even pinker pussy. Liz's nose pressed the front of Estelle's pulled-askew panties as she licked across the straining tip of her electric clitoris, dipping down her honeyed groove and tickling the mouth of her vagina.
It was Estelle's clit which she lavished most of her lingual attention on, and that tiny girl-cock throbbed with excitement. It had never felt so gorged by hot blood.
When Liz clasped the rigid protrusion between her lips and sucked on it, while flicking her tongue against its tip, Estelle squealed.
Her cry brought Tommy to the open doorway but, with her head flung back and her eyes shut, she didn't see him. He tugged at the boyish hard-on in his pants as he watched his mother make lascivious love to the pretty blonde.
The palpitations which rose from Estelle's sucked clitty shook the foundations of her mind, and she clutched Liz's head while crossing her stocking-clad legs over the woman's bent back. Estelle rolled her unfettered tits through her thin slip and frock.
Tommy unzipped his pants and pulled out his rigid adolescent cock. He stroked the pink-headed, neatly circumcised organ, his eyes glinting brightly.
Liz's lip-clasping, tongue-tickling ministrations to Estelle's clit sent her spiraling to the giddy crest of passion. Her hips bumped spastically. She let out a whoop as she tumbled across the brink of orgasm, and she clutched Liz tightly, her entire body vibrating.
Her climax was sharp but strangely shallow, and her eyes popped open almost immediately. She let her legs slide away from Liz's back.
The latter raised her head, and so did Estelle. That was when she saw Tommy standing in the doorway behind his mother, his thrusting hard-on clutched in his fist.
Liz!" she cried.
The brunette turned her head to look in the direction of Estelle's gaze.
"Precious!" Liz exclaimed to her son. "Come here! Let Mama take care of your darling pecker!"
Estelle could scarcely believe her eyes as the lad moved up to his kneeling mother and fed his jutting penis between her red, gleaming lips. Liz's moist mouth encompassed his juvenile rod, and she sucked on it with eager, gliding motions of her head.
Estelle stared. She recalled her sucking of Stevie and how good it had been-all the more so because it was forbidden. She itched for a taste of young Tommy's cock.
Liz shifted her violet eyes to take in Estelle's reaction while continuing to pump her clasping lips on her son's rigid organ. Estelle dropped to her knees and scrambled forward.
Liz let Tommy's prick go with a slurping Pop! , and his dingus flipped straight up, gleaming moistly with her saliva.
"Go ahead!" she told Estelle, smiling. "Tommy would love to have you suck him." She glanced at her son. "Wouldn't you, dear?"
"You'd better believe it!" he said, and tilted his dick toward Estelle's face.
She lunged forward, surprising herself again by her own forwardness, and she began to suck Tommy's pecker while his mother watched.
"Oh, you do it nicely!" Liz said. "With a real flair! Have you ever made love to a little boy before?"
Estelle backed off Tommy's prick, panting, "Once! Just once! It was wonderful!"
She engulfed Tommy's rod in her hotly sucking mouth again and stroked her lips from its bulging little head to its base, where it protruded from his open pants. Her body throbbed anew, as if she hadn't even climaxed with Liz.
The switchboard buzzed from the other room, and Liz got up. She hurried to answer the call while Estelle continued to cocksuck her young son. Estelle rubbed herself through damp panties.
Oh, Lordy! she thought. I'm going to have another come! Now that I'm away from Harry, I'm popping like hot corn in a popper!
Liz returned just in time to watch her son's skinny hard-on twitch between Estelle's sucking lips. The latter came with a surge as the boy's cream gushed into her mouth. She hungrily gulped it down.
"Oooh, my God ... my God...!" she panted, as she fell away from Tommy and sat on her bottom on the floor. Her knees were up and well apart, her skirt and slip skidding to her lap.
Liz smiled. "You see? There are many ways to have fun. Tommy, go back and tend the desk, like a good boy."
He was smiling as he zipped up his pants. "Sure, Mom."
"I don't know what came over me!" Estelle said as she jerked her skirt down around her knees and lowered them.
"You let your sensuous nature express itself, that's all ... just as you're going to do tonight."
"What?"
"When you and I entertain Don ... together."
Estelle sprang to her feet. "Oooh no, Liz! Really! I couldn't do that!"
"Try it, and see how much fun it is! It's not whoring, dear. It's just getting paid for what you like to do anyway. What better life is there than that?"
"B-but if my father ... or my husband ... ever found out. . . !" Estelle shivered. I'll do it! she decided. Oh yes, I'll DO it! ! !
CHAPTER FIVE
"Two beautiful girls at once!" Don exclaimed as he reclined on the bed in his shorts. "Man, this is great! Well worth two-fifty any day!"
Estelle now understood why Sid could afford to pay her what he had offered, with fees like that coming in. She didn't see the money, though.
Apparently Don ran an account at the motel.
Estelle and Liz stood at opposite sides of the bed. The tall, plump-bottomed blonde wore a white garter belt and stockings while the busty brunette was nude.
"Estelle's just learning the ropes," Liz explained to their client. "I hope you don't mind."
"Christ, no!" he replied with a happy chuckle, "you've never been in the business before, hm?" he asked Estelle.
"She's been a respectable married lady for the last two years," Liz put in. "And before that she was a virgin. Isn't that right?"
"I'm afraid so," Estelle admitted, blushing.
"Well, that's the kind of playmate I like!" Don said. "Come on-get down here!"
Tremulously Estelle knelt next to him on the bed, her jutting breasts giving a taut quiver. Liz sat at his opposite side.
"Don-likes to be tongue-washed all over," she told Estelle. "Start at the top and sort of work your way down. First we'll get rid of these shorts."
Liz slid his boxer drawers off, and his sizable but soft penis flopped atop a pair of large, hairy balls. He was uncircumcised, and his was the first complete cock Estelle had ever seen.
Butterflies flapped their wings in her stomach.
What am I DOING here? she thought. But she couldn't ignore the fact that she had kept the date of her own free will. That made it all the more shocking.
Don placed his hands against her breasts and fondled the springy-firm mounds. Feathery little thrills traveled through her.
"Nice titties!" Don said.
"I thought you liked big ones?" Liz teased, leaning partially over his face so that her voluptuous left boobie dangled near his mouth.
"I do!" he said happily. "Big and small!"
He pulled Liz's proffered breast to his lips and licked her brown, rigid nipple. He kept his other hand on one of Estelle's titties. There was room for her to begin kissing him, and she bowed to do that.
He was handsomer than Harry and more gentle. But most important, he didn't represent the puritanical repression which Harry and Estelle's father both symbolized in her mind. Though nervous and embarrassed, she felt free with this man.
She kissed him around the cheek and neck, her hand stroking his wiry chest-hairs. She even toyed with one of his nipples while he tugged at hers and licked Liz's. He drew Liz's titty-spigot into his mouth.
Estelle backed up a bit and kissed him on the chest. Her heart was thumping.
She had heard that prostitutes didn't enjoy their work-despite what Liz had said-but she didn't want to think of herself as a prostitute, anyway. She was just experimenting, she assured herself.
Her breast flipped from Don's grasp as she kissed lower on his body. Liz pulled her jug from his mouth and sat up, boobs bobbing. Her hand crawled around his cock, which Estelle saw from the corner of her eye-and it was splendidly erect. It looked strange to her, however, with its foreskin ringing the glans so that only the end of his plum-colored bulb showed.
She licked down to his belly and wormed her moist tongue into the little cup of his navel. He shivered pleasurably and stroked her back.
"Go to it, girls!" he said, "make me glad I've got a cock."
" We 're glad you've got one-aren't we, Estelle?" Liz asked, and rolled his foreskin down off the bulging topknot of his organ.
Now he looked much like Harry, though his cock was a bit larger. Estelle's butterflies became more active as she gazed at it.
"Want to go first?" Liz asked, tilting Don's up-thrust shaft toward her.
He was watching them.
"Well, uuh..." Estelle faltered.
"She's a bit bashful," Liz explained. "But she'll join in, once she watches me enjoy this big, delicious bone!"
Liz bent her head and let her moist, rosy tongue protrude. Both Estelle and Don watched as the brunette touched her tongue to the tip of his handsome cock. He caught his breath. Liz's talented tongue swirled slowly around the crown of his penis, covering more and more territory until she deftly slurped his plump cockhead into her mouth. She sucked, her clasping lips gliding sensuously up and down on his big dick as her cheeks rhythmically hollowed. Her lips were full and red, ringing his rod.
He looked at Estelle, evidently enjoying her expression as she imagined his prick in her mouth, imparting its man-taste to her tongue while she pumped her head up and down, as Liz was doing.
The latter raised her head, smiling. "You try," she told Estelle.
The aristocratic blonde bowed, her silken hair cascading next to her cheeks, and she took the knob of Don's penis into her mouth. She shut her eyes and sucked, swirling her tongue around his column of bone-hard meat.
Oh, yes! she thought. I DO enjoy this! The taste and the smell of it, too! It's better than Harry's!
Harry, you tyrant, what would you think if you could see me now? And Father! Oh, Father!
Estelle bobbed her head briskly, sucking hard on Don's juicy cock.
"Aaaaarrrgh!" he rasped, writhing. "Shit! Oooh, baby, that's good!"
"See what a natural cocksucker she is?" Liz asked him. "She loves it, Don! Really loves it! You can tell, can't you?"
"Yeah! Christ! Estelle baby, you can suck it all right!"
Don raised his hips, jamming his big prick deeper into her warmly clasping mouth.
"Want me to give you something to suck?" Liz asked, straddling his neck.
"Just let me into that black muff of yours!" he exclaimed.
His hands clasped the cheeks of her ass, and she lowered her warm pussy against his lips. His tongue speared into the meaty feast. He slurped and sucked noisily, drinking down her dribbles of girlie dew while Estelle worked on his up-thrust cock as if there were no tomorrow.
How wonderful, she thought, to have this big thing sticking up into my face ... stroking my lips and filling my mouth chockful! I can feel his blood throbbing in those veins that are standing out! His prick is so warm and vibrant and tasty!
Oh, I COULD suck it all night long!
And I thought that only a little boy's cock would please me. Well, Stevie's did ... and Tommy's, too!
But this big, old bone of Don's is even better!
Anyone but Harry's! she thought.
Oh, fuck you, Harry!
I wish you could see me now!
Estelle twisted her head as she bobbed up and down on Don's cock, champing and slurping. She let go of it to look at the redly gleaming thing and give it a few licks while she breathed in its heady fragrance. Then she engulfed it in her hot mouth again and resumed sucking.
Don plowed his tongue into Liz's slowly rotating pussy, licking and wiggling her tasty vulvar folds. His nose pressed into her fragrant tuft, which was musky sweet, the way a girl ought to smell. From prick to tongue, he was charged with dynamic arousal, quivering like a drawn bow.
Liz dismounted from him and backed up while he pawed at her bobbling breasts. She bowed and licked his balls as Estelle drove her o-shaped lips up and down on his erection. The latter saw what the other girl was doing and wanted to try it herself, so she released his spit-slick pecker and it sprang back toward his belly.
Estelle wedged her head in next to Liz's and licked one of Don's nuts while Liz tongue-washed the other. Several times their damply scurrying tongue touched. Don writhed, his stiff prick swaying to and fro.
Liz moved on down his hairy legs, leaving his cock and balls to Estelle. She stroked his column with her greedy hand while she licked his wobbly nuts. She got her nose underneath them and lifted while licking his crotch. The more she smelled of him-the more daring she became-the better she liked it.
Meanwhile Liz's wandering tongue had reached his feet and she slid it moistly between his toes. She sucked each toe in turn.
"Let's roll him over!" she said to Estelle, who was still rooting around his testicles while his cock waved stiffly in mid-air.
The blonde reluctantly raised her head, and he flopped onto his belly, saving the girls the trouble of twisting him over. Estelle stared at his firm, hair-scattered rump while her partner began licking up a leg.
Estelle stroked his buttocks and got a funny thrill. She had never touched a man back their before. Don's buttocks were a lot more compact and harder than hers. She bent and licked one.
"That's it, honey!" Liz murmured against his thigh. "Lick his ass all over!"
Estelle did it, enjoying her work. She hadn't enjoyed being a housewife nearly so much. Liz joined in, licking one buttock while she did the other. Suddenly Liz stretched his butt-cheeks apart.
Estelle stared at the brown converging puckers of the man's anus. She had never before looked an ass-hole in the eye, and she felt a compulsive desire to do something more daring yet.
She jammed her face between Don's butt-cheeks and thrilled crazily as she licked his anus.
"Oh, God damn, let me fuck somebody!" he cried. "Estelle, get on top of me!"
Both women raised their heads, and he quickly rolled onto his back.
"Mount me!" he said, holding his prick straight up. "Sit on this!"
Estelle sprang astride him, which was another first. She'd never had a desire to top-ride Harry, but she wanted to bronco bust this man!
She sat on his dick, squealing as it speared up inside her, and she immediately went into a gyrating, hip-snapping act that would have done credit to a long-experienced pro.
"Sit on my face, baby!" Don said to Liz.
"Man, that's what I love to do!" she replied, and turned, settling her ass onto his nose as her pussy smacked his open mouth.
He madly fluttered his tongue in her cunt while Estelle swirled her hotly rippling hole around his hard-on. The women were face to face.
Liz smiled. "Having fun?"
"Oooh, yessss!" Estelle panted. "Shit! Ooh, I never knew it could be so fucking good!"
"That's the girl! Hold my titties!"
Estelle brought her hands up under Liz's bouncy, rounded boobs and squeezed the soft masses while-Liz rubbed her wet pussy against Don's face. Estelle kept grinding up and down on his cock as Liz pinched her rosy, jutting nipples.
Liz leaned close to her, and they kissed. Their tongues snaked wetly together, and Estelle got more love than she had ever before experienced at once. It was wonderful!
The surge to climax gripped all three orgiasts at the same time. Don bucked beneath the women, driving his pussy-plugger up into Estelle while his tongue was gripped by Liz's rippling cunt. Electric jolts shot up through Estelle's bobbing form. Her tongue seemed to sizzle against Liz's. She squeezed Liz's large tits.
She became to come, and Liz caught the fever. Both women writhed and vibrated. Don's geysering spurts shot into the center of Estelle's orgasm, and she tore her gaping mouth from Liz's. Whooping, Estelle ground down hard around Don's twitching, spitting prick, and it felt as if he were squirting all the way through her.
Liz's climaxing pussy palpitated against his gasping face.
Later, after he had put on his clothes and gone home to his wife, Liz and Estelle lay in each other's arms.
"That was crazy-huh?" Liz said. "Didn't you dig it?"
"I did!" Estelle admitted. "I really did."
"Then you're going to stay with us."
"Yes!"
"Sid well be happy to hear that! And so am I!"
Estelle was happy herself. She thought the outlook was next to perfect. But she was to discover, in the days to come, that she had something even better to look forward to.
CHAPTER SIX
Estelle returned to the house where she had lived with her husband, and parked in the driveway. She swung her leg out of the car, her skirt hiking high on mouth-watering thighs. Garter straps pressed the smooth skin which was milky-white above the tops of her stockings.
"Mrs. Vance!"
A man came loping across the lawn, evidently from a car parked out front. Estelle hadn't noticed it as she drove in.
The fellow was in his mid-twenties and good-looking in a sport coat and slacks. "It's been a long wait!" he said with a grin. "My partner and I have been watching the house for two days and nights."
"Well, what do you want?"
"We're private detectives, working for your husband. He wants to see you."
"Oh, he does, does he?" Estelle struck a defiant pose. "Well, you can tell him..." A brilliant thought occurred to her. "No!" She flashed a smile. "I'll bet you could use a cup of coffee if you've been sitting out there in the car a long time."
"To tell you the truth," the blonde man said with obvious embarrassment, "I need something else more than that. In fact, I couldn't possibly take a cup of coffee until-may I use your bathroom, please?"
Estelle giggled. "Well, of course! Come on in!"
The detective followed her up the walk to the front door, admiring the seductive sway of her buttocks. "My name's Ron Patterson," he said.
"Glad to know you, Ron." She smiled over her shoulder and turned her key in the lock. They entered the house. "The closest John is right there." She pointed off the downstairs hall.
"Thanks a lot!" Ron said with an embarrassed grin and hurried toward it.
Estelle hesitated, her eyes sparkling. As soon as Ron had entered the toilet, she followed. By putting her ear against the door, she could hear him drilling his piss into the bowl.
She tried the doorknob, and the door opened. "Oh, by the way," she said, "do you take cream and sugar?"
Ron turned red, but he couldn't stop pissing. Estelle's impish eyes measured the meaty organ that he held in his hand.
"For God's sake!" he exclaimed, flabbergasted.
"You don't mind my watching, do you?" Estelle asked as she stood beside him. "You've got a very fine penis!"
He shook his cock and milked the last few drops from it, then quickly stuffed it into his clothes and zipped up. He flushed the pot.
"What the hell's the idea?" he asked Estelle. "I was curious to see how you're built. I wondered if it would be worth my while to seduce you."
He gulped. "And?"
"It would be worth-while, all right! But let's have our coffee first." Estelle led the way to the kitchen.
"Like I said," Ron told her, "I'm working for your husband, and I wouldn't want to lose my license."
"Don't worry about that. Harry and I are separated." She walked to the cupboard. "I just came back today to pick up the rest of my clothes."
Ron slipped a notebook from his pocket. "Where are you staying?"
"Oh, no! Harry's not going to get that and start bugging me!"
"Well, he does want to see you pretty badly. It has to do with business."
Estelle measured coffee into the coffeemaker. "What sort of business?"
"He wants you to sign some papers. He didn't give me all the details."
"I'll call him."
"He wanted me to bring you to his office."
Estelle plugged in the drip machine and sat down in the breakfast nook. She slid along the curved vinyl bench and patted the place next to her. Ron sat.
"So you're a real honest-to-God detective!" Estelle said, her green eyes sparkling. "Do you handle many exciting cases?"
"It's mostly dull work. Skip tracing and such. This is the most exciting one I've had." He grinned wolfishly at the pretty blonde.
"Aren't you nice!" Estelle placed her hand on his knee.
"Uh, have you left your husband for good."
"Believe it!"
"What happened?" Ron's eyes sparkled. "Did he catch you with another guy."
"Mm-hmm."
"And he threw you out of the house?" Estelle nodded.
"He must be crazy!" Ron said. "If you were married to me, you could screw around all you liked, as long as I got my share."
"You're mighty broad-minded."
"Yeah, I'm that all right."
"I wasn't sure a little while ago. You seemed pretty flustered when I walked in on you in the John."
He twisted uneasily. "Well, that never happened before."
"I never watched a man piss before, either. It was interesting. Cocks are certainly fascinating things-I mean, men pee through them, and fuck with them, and they go from soft and wiggly to super-hard. Does yours get big and hard, Ron?"
"Why don't you see?" he invited.
Estelle slid her hand up his thigh. "My God! It's hard already! Is that just from listing to me talk?"
"I guess so," Ron said. "I'm not used to hearing a lady discuss dicks so frankly."
"Dick!" Estelle said, stroking his cramped erection through his pants. "Now that's a cute word. It means 'detective' too, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but I don't like to hear it used that way. It sounds as if I'm being called a prick." He squirmed uncomfortably. "Hey, I'm strangling."
"Want me to set you free?" Her fingers worked their way up his fly.
"Right here?"
"Sure! Something else I've never done is make love in a kitchen."
"Neither have I!" Ron said excitedly as she pulled his zipper down. There was a reason for what she was doing, besides hot pants. Ron was an attractive man, but she might have taken him on if he were fat, bald and fifty. The fact that he worked for Harry was the key.
"We can make out on one condition," she said, weaving a hand into his trousers. "Name it!"
"That you report the whole thing to my husband."
"What?"
"He won't do anything to you, because he doesn't give a damn for me. In fact, you can tell him it was entirely my doing. Tell him I raped you!" Estelle giggled and pulled out his rod. "heyyy ... it is big and hard!"
"You really ... hate you husband, huh?" Ron asked, speaking with difficulty. Her curled fingers distracted him as they stroked up and down on the bulb-ended shaft that stuck up from his lap.
"Harry isn't worth hating," she said. "I just want him to know what I'm really like."
"But if he caught you with a guy already..." Ron said, squirming.
"That was different, but I won't tell you how." Estelle continued to tickle his dick. "Are you going to report to my husband or not?"
"Christ! It's risky."
"That's the condition," Estelle insisted. "Either you agree to report to Harry, or this goes back into your pants!" She squeezed his blood-engorged prick for emphasis.
"Okay! You drive a hard bargain!"
"And you drive a hard cock!" Estelle said naughtily, and kissed him while she continued to clutch his rod.
The coffee was ready by that time, but neither of them thought about it. Estelle was very warm in the panties, and Ron's arousal was obvious. She bent, wedging her head between his front and the edge of the breakfast table, and she licked the bald rosy knob of his prick.
"Damn!" he husked.
"You like that, hm?" she asked, looking up.
"You know it! Do it some more!"
Estelle seized his meaty, smooth cockhead in her mouth. He gasped. She sucked on his flavorful glans while swirling her tongue around it. His hand slid between her thighs.
Those slopes were soft as velvet above the tops of her stockings-but smoother and very warm. Ron tickled his way to a lacy edge of her panties, then rubbed the sleek nylon which cradled her plushy cunt. She was super-heated down there, and moisture oozed through the nylon, dampening his fingers.
Her mouth, around the head of his prick, champed voraciously, and she worked her lips lower on his hard shaft. His bulb surged far back on her tongue, and finally popped into the clutches of her throat.
She raised her head, eyes glassy, and pressed her open mouth to his. She fed him her tongue, and he tasted himself on it as they kissed squirmingly. His hand pulled the zipper down her back.
Estelle wasn't wearing a full-length slip that day, and her titties quivered in the nude when her dress fell away. Ron rubbed the tapering, tip-tilted projections and lowered his head to take a long, lip-smacking suck at each nipple.
"Let's DO it!" Estelle cried, and scrambled onto the breakfast table.
She flopped onto her back, titties trembling as they continued to stick up. She steepled her knees, hooking her heels on the edge of the table, and spread her thighs in front of the seated man.
"I've never had such a tempting meal set before me!" he said, and bent to lick her thighs above the tops of her stockings.
Estelle hooked one leg around his neck, and held the other in the air. Ron licked to her panty crotch and swabbed his wet tongue along the saucy white-lace fringe of her blue briefs. He rubbed his nose across the front of her panties, inhaling her girlish scent and picking up a trace of moisture, then licked down her opposite thigh as he held both her legs up and wide apart.
He licked around the back of her thigh, caught a garter strap between his teeth and snapped it against her flesh.
"Ow!" she exclaimed.
He chuckled, and kissed her around the garters.
His hands slid up her outer thighs to her hips and gathered the soft, silken fabric of her panties. He pulled her pants out from under her buttocks and up her thighs, forcing her to hold her legs together. She flexed her knees to help him take her panties off. Her shoes dropped, also.
"Hurry ... hurry!" she said, and opened her legs in a V.
The wispy, sparse hairs that lined her slit were marvelously appealing. But even more enticing was the moist, rosy slit itself. Her little labia were tense with excitement and parted, letting Ron see the pink pearl of her clitty, the tiny vent through which she pissed, and the oval, dark mouth of her vagina.
He clutched the backs of her thighs, just above her stocking tops, and lifted them while pushing forward. This raised her pussy to just the right angle and opened it wider yet.
Ron bowed his head and commenced the main course of his meal.
Estelle thrilled as his eager tongue swirled in her fleshy love pot, wiggling all her little folds and tickling the tip of her clitty. He slurped up her rich syrup. His lips clamped around the tip of her clit and nibbled with devastating effect.
"Oooooh!" she panted. "Yesss! Eat me allllllll up!"
Ron's tongue plugged the mouth of her cuntal passage, and she pushed against his face, screwing. Her warm juice spread over his lips and beyond. His nose rubbed her tangy-scented clit.
He swabbed his tongue up through her soft groove, licking her clit repeatedly. She bumped her bottom against the table and kicked her legs in the air.
"Stand up and fuck me!" she said. "Oooh, Ron! Stick your cock in!"
There wasn't room for him to stand between the vinyl bench and the table, so he slid out of the booth and stood, his prick pointing skyward. He grasped Estelle's legs and turned her on the smooth table-top until her crotch was toward him. He dropped his pants, so as not to soil them, then pointed his seven-incher down to the hair-fringed, flaring labia of her cunt.
When Estelle felt his prick nosing into her, she pushed against his thrust. Instantaneously her slick twat was stuffed full of throbbing man-meat. "Jesus, you've got a hot pussy!" Ron said.
"Jesus, fuck it, man! Fuck it!"
Holding her legs up and angled backward toward her shoulders, Ron pumped his bulb-ended flesh wand in and out of her narrow, slippery crevice, rubbing the tip of her clit and stimulating all the nerve-ends in her pussy-mouth.
"Yessssssss!" she hissed. "Oooh, you're a dick all right!"
Despite the men she had entertained for money at the motel, which already had numbered quite a few, she got a thrill whenever a new man took her-and especially this man, who worked for Harry and was screwing her on the table where Harry ate his scrambled eggs and toast.
She twisted her lithe hips and tilted her twat snappingly at him as he stroked steadily in and out of her man-hungry vault. Her titties jiggled, their pink tips sticking up. She flopped her head to and fro, her hair hanging off the opposite edge of the table.
"Oooh, you're giving it to me goooooood!" she cried. "Make it last! Just keep pumping!"
"Baby, I'd love to screw you all day!" he said.
From the way he was going at her, he gave every indication of making it last just that long. He savored every thrust of his blood-engorged prick up her twisty, cock-clutching channel ... and each retreat, until his cock-ridge stretched her elastic cuntmouth wide. In and out, drive and withdraw, he steadily and powerfully fucked her as he looked down at her jogging tits and her passion-charged face.
He placed his hands on her quivering breasts and wiggled them around as he continued pistoning his hard prick into her. He plucked her nipples and stretched them up, letting them snap back.
"Ron ... Ronnnn!" she panted. "Oooh, you cunt-loving stud!"
"I love your cunt, baby!" he husked as he kept fucking. "God damn! It snaps like a velvet trap!"
"Give me all the cock you've got!" she said. "Oooh, it's sticking way up inside me!"
He hooked her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, bending her like a pretzel. His prick forged even deeper up her hotly swirling funnel.
"Uuuunngh!" she rasped. "Jesus! Oooh, you're KILLLLing me with your prick!"
"Too much?" he asked as he kept doing it.
She hooked her stocking-clad legs around his neck. "NO! Don't you DARE stop! Keep fucking meeeee! Drive it deeeeeep!"
For awhile the only sounds to be heard were their heavy breathing, the slapping of her buttocks on the table, and the slurpy strokes of his plunger in her wet well. Estelle shut her eyes and surrendered to the swirling sensation that engulfed her. It was as if she were caught in a vortex, dragging her down and down.
Suddenly Ron cried, "Flop onto your belly! I want to see your ass-cheeks shake!"
He guided her legs, and she swiveled on his coupling pin. Amazingly she was able to roll onto her stomach without breaking their connection. Her legs stuck out from the edge of the table.
The plump half-moons of her ass quivered delectably as Ron resumed his straight thrusting up her hot, clasping fuck-hole. After awhile he couldn't just look, but had to get his hands full of fanny. He clutched her rounded buttocks and wiggled the pliant mounds, thereby imparting even greater friction to his stroking cock. He dug his thumbs into her warm, satiny ass-groove and stretched her rear cheeks wide apart. He watched her pink-centered ass-hole wiggle as his prick pumped in and out of her hair-encircled cuntmouth.
For Estelle, the face-down position was especially rewarding, because her clit was sandwiched between his stroking pecker and the hard tabletop. Her nipples were stimulated by the table, also.
She moaned heatedly and thrust her ass up against Ron's impaling plunges. He plumbed the depths of her wet, wiggly softness.
They fucked and fucked, slowly scaling the peak of passion until finally they approached the giddy crest. Estelle moaned. She bumped fiercely. Ron let go of her ass-cheeks to watch them bounce and quiver.
"Screw me haaaard!" she begged. "Move your prick like a jackhammer!"
He drove his dick into her as fast and hard as he could, and she squealed. Her ass jiggled wildly. She gasped for breath.
Now! she thought. NOW!
"Ooooooh ... YESSSSSSSSS!" she hissed, and came, bumping and flopping atop the table.
Ron's big prick leaped in the convulsing clutches of her cunny. His hot spurts hosed the neck of her womb, gradually putting her fire out, and she was bathed in bliss.
"Now I can really use that coffee!" he said, pulling his prick from her.
"Mmmmmm, pour it!" Estelle murmured. She remained spread across the table, her legs hanging down.
Ron eyed her open, soft crotch which dribbled moisture. He kept glancing back at it as he got two cups from the cabinet above the sink and poured steaming brew into them.
"Are you going with me to see your husband?" he asked.
"Yes!" Estelle impulsively decided. "I think that would be a great deal of fun!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Vance Electronics was housed in its own building, which Estelle's father's money had built. That hadn't been an unselfish gesture on his part, since Harry already had proved himself in the electronics field before asking Estelle to marry him. Her father was reaping a steady return on his investment.
He had reserved enough control over Harry's operations to cripple the firm, if he chose, which was why Harry hadn't dared leave Estelle on his own. He thought he had the upper hand, now that he could ruin her in her father's eyes if she didn't cooperate. However, he hadn't banked on the change which had come over her. She no longer cared what her father thought and would just as soon have called Harry's bluff.
But what was the point of that?
Now that Estelle had found out how good sex could be with other men, she wouldn't have taken Harry back under any conditions. She only wanted to watch him squirm.
Ron drove his car into the company lot and parked it. Reluctantly he took his hand from Estelle's bare thigh.
"Are you decent to get out?" she asked, because he had been tickling her twat through her panties.
"I'll quiet down by the time I reach the building," he said, and slid out of the car.
When Estelle joined him at the rear of the vehicle, she saw that he did indeed have a hard-on, and she smiled. She felt very good about the effect her new sensuousness had on men ... and even better about the enjoyment she derived from it.
She had learned how to live, she firmly believed.
Ron, as he had predicted, was decent by the time they entered the office building. They went directly to the executive suite.
"Ooh, Mrs. Vance!" her husband's red-haired secretary exclaimed. "Your husband has been anxious to see you!"
"I know that, dear," Estelle purred, watching the girl lift her soft bottom from her chair and wiggle it to the door marked Private. Estelle wondered, but only as a matter of curiosity, whether Harry was screwing the redhead.
"Estelle!" he exclaimed from behind his desk as she entered. "Thanks a lot, Patterson, for bringing her in!"
"The pleasure was all mine," the detective said, and sat, cocking one long leg over the other.
Estelle sat beside him, across from her husband. Her green eyes twinkled mischievously.
Harry began busily shuffling papers. "There are some things I want you to sign. Uuh, that's all, Patterson. Thank you again."
"He's staying," Estelle said.
Harry's eyes widened as he looked at his wife. It was clear that he already detected an important difference in her attitude.
"But that's not necessary," he said.
"Oh, yes it is!" Estelle insisted. "Ron drove me here, and he promised to take me back to the house where my car is parked. He's going to help me pack my things, too-aren't you, Ron?"
"Sure," he agreed.
"Well, you two are mighty chummy!" Harry said with a touch of resentment.
"You don't know the half of it, darling!" Estelle chirped. She decided that she wanted to be the one to break the lascivious news: "Ron screwed me!"
"What?" Redness crept into her husband's cheeks, and she got a happy thrill.
"Ooh, yes!" she went on. "And it was wonderful! He really fucks a lot better than you do, Harry!"
"You son of a bitch!" Harry snarled at the detective. "I'll report you!"
"That wouldn't be fair," Estelle spoke up. "You see, I seduced him. In fact, I practically made him lay me-not that he didn't want to ... huh, Ron?"
"She's right," the detective said, returning Harry's stare.
"What's come over you, Estelle?" her husband demanded.
"Oh, I've changed a great deal! And I have you to thank for it. When you cut me loose, I started to live for the first time."
"Get out of here, Patterson!" Harry snapped. "You can wait in the outer office."
"Why don't you do that, Ron?" Estelle said. He got up and left the room, shutting the door after him.
"You slut!" Harry exclaimed. "Are you trying to ruin me? That guy will blab this all over town!"
"So what? Now where are those papers, Harry? And, incidently, what are they all about?"
"Never mind! They're just business technicalities."
He shoved some documents across the desk to her. The top pages of each stapled set were folded back so that only the signature sheets were exposed.
"You were mighty excited over technicalities," Estelle mused. "Hiring detectives and all!"
She tried to pick up the top document, but Harry placed his hand on it. "Just sign at the X," he said brusquely, and offered her a pen.
"Wait a minute!" she protested. "I ought to know what I'm signing, for goodness sake!"
Harry stared at her as he held his hand on the documents. "Has somebody been talking to you?"
"Nobody you know."
He yanked the documents back and cleared his throat. "All right, Estelle-you want to talk settlement, is that it?"
"No! I don't want anything from you."
"Then why won't you sign these papers?"
"I will, Harry! That is, I probably will. I just want to know what they are."
He continued to stare at her, as if trying to figure her out. "Are you working?"
"That's none of your business!"
"Well, I presume you've picked up some kind of job. You're going to find it's mighty tough, though, getting by on what you can make." He placed the documents in the center drawer of his desk. "I'll wait until you're feeling the pinch, then we'll talk business."
Estelle gazed at him in amazement.
"Did you tell Patterson where you're living?" he asked.
"No, I didn't! And I won't tell you, either!"
"You haven't been in touch with your Father, I found out. I called him and told him we'd had a spat, but he hadn't heard anything about it."
"You must have been shitting your pants to locate me," Estelle said.
Her frank language shocked him.
"Now that I'm here to sign those documents," she went on, "you decide you don't want me to look them over. That's mighty strange!"
"Forget it! We'll talk about the whole thing some other time."
Estelle stood, because it was obvious that he was dismissing her. Looking down at him, she had never seen him so nervous. She felt as if she had the upper hand for the first time-but she couldn't figure out how. It had something to do with the documents; she was sure of that.
"Send Patterson back in here for a minute," Harry said as she left the room.
"He wants to see you," she told the detective who was waiting.
He entered the private office, and Estelle smiled at her husband's secretary as she took a chair. "So, how do you like working for Harry?" she asked. "You were new when I was in last."
"He's just super, Mrs. Vance!" the redhead gushed.
They had the room to themselves, and Estelle decided to let her hair down:
"Do you come when he fucks you?"
The secretary's mouth dropped open.
"He does fuck you, doesn't he?" Estelle pressed.
"Why, n-no ... of course not!" The redhead was flustered.
"The lie is written on your face, honey," Estelle said. "Well, I don't care. I just thought I'd let you know he could never make me come ... in case you're having the same problem. I thought it might ease your mind. You see, I'm not frigid. I come like crazy with other men."
Blushing, the secretary tried to busy herself with her work. Estelle was pleased that she had blackened her husband's reputation a little more.
Ron appeared from Harry's office and took her arm, guiding her out.
Shit, did he tie into me!" the detective said. "But he didn't fire me, strangely enough. It's a breach of professional ethics to tell you this, but he wants me to follow you and find out where you're staying."
"And you said you would?"
"Mmhuh. I need the money."
"You prick!" Estelle exclaimed as they walked down the hall. A passing secretary did a double take.
"I told you, didn't I? Why don't you make it easy on both of us and just give me your address?"
"Hmmmm. What are your rates, Ron?"
"Two hundred a day, plus expenses."
"How are you at breaking and entering?"
"Now, wait a minute..."
"Come on. Let's go back to the house. I've got an itch."
"Already? We did it less than two hours ago."
"My libido works on an hourly schedule," she said with a wicked smile.
"Harry Vance is a crazy son of a bitch to let you go!"
"Well, he's a son of a bitch, anyway!" Estelle said.
"This is my lollipop!" she purred, and swiped her tongue around the rosy bulb of Ron's up-thrust cock.
He lay nude on Harry's bed, while Estelle was curled at right angles to him. She wore only her garter belt and nylons.
"What flavor is it?" Ron asked, as she took a slurpy suck.
"Man-tang!" she said. "A hundred percent natural."
"Is it better than raspberry?" Ron asked, watching her lick him.
"It's better than anything! And to think that I lived for twenty five years without knowing the pleasure of a cock in my mouth!"
She glided her circular lips several inches down on Ron's dong ... slowly stroked them up to its bulging, resilient head ... swirled her tongue around it ... then engulfed him in her mouth and throat once more.
"Jesus, you're good at that!" he husked.
She let him go, smacking her lips, and swallowed. "We're good at what we like."
She licked all the way down his dick as it stuck up next to her nose. Her damp tongue scurried over his balls.
"Do you like to top-ride?" Ron asked, toying with her tits.
"Aahhnng ... haahhnng!" she replied as she continued licking his nuts.
"That means yes, I take it. Well, why don't you jump aboard?"
She raised her head and looked at him. "I'll bring you off with my mouth, if you want me to."
"You wouldn't mind?" he asked excitedly.
"I'd like to drink your cream!"
"B-but can you come that way?"
"I could if you'd lick me. Let's do a sixty-nine."
Ron helped her swing astride his neck, facing south, and he stared at her split ass. He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs, across the stretched tops of her stockings and along her garter straps.
She backed up, to settle her damp pussy against his lips, and his nose nestled next to the rosy dimple of her anus. He dipped his tongue into her pussy as she capped his cock with her warm, sucking lips.
Licking her cunny with wide swirls that stretched her elastic labia, he reveled in her girlie taste and fragrance. She mouth-fucked his turgid penis, her lips gliding silkily up and down the spit-coated wand. Excess saliva drooled down his shaft and trickled over his nuts.
Her mouth-strokes came faster and faster. Ron fluttered his tongue against her firm clit.
Oh, hot damn! she thought. I would love this even if I had nothing else to gain!
She quit thinking and concentrated on the pleasure of stroking her o-shaped lips around
Ron's male hardness and feeling his knob rub her lapping tongue. The exquisite friction caused him to writhe. He began jabbing his big prick upward into her mouth and throat.
He slurped with mad abandon at her honey-hole, and the musky-sweet fluid rolled down his tongue. He squeezed and wiggled the spread cheeks of her ass.
When she approached the point of climax, she added her hand to the mouth-fucking, jacking Ron off as she held his cock-knob in her mouth, champing and licking at it. he arched up. He blubbered against her pussy, then shoved his tongue up her rippling hole. His cock shot!
Coming like an express train, Estelle gulped and gurgled as her whole body shook. She managed to swallow most of Ron's spurting cream, but a little dribbled down his shaft and formed a foamy ring on her lips.
When she raised her head and turned around to smile at him, the foam was still there.
"Baby, you're beautiful!" he cried, and crushed her down atop him-face to face, this time.
He kissed his own cream off her mouth.
"Now what was that about hiring me?" he asked as she snuggled beside him.
"I was serious," she said. "But I guess you couldn't work for both Harry and me at the same time."
"Maybe I'll tell him to go screw himself."
Estelle giggled. "Why don't you do that?"
He patted her soft bottom. "What job do you have in mind?"
"I want you to break into Harry's office and get some papers out of his desk. He put them in the center drawer."
"The papers he wanted you to sign? What are they?"
"I don't know. That's why I want you to get them. Harry wouldn't let me look them over and, when I insisted, he said we'd talk about it later. He's got the idea that my tit is going to be in the wringer-money-wise, you know-and he can pay me off to get my signature."
Ron sat up and looked at her. "He wants your signature pretty bad. I know that. But he wouldn't let you see the papers, hm?"
"No. That means he's afraid of something. Ron, maybe you think I'm a bitch, but I'm through getting screwed by Harry! He used me at first to get my father's money, then he neglected me and played around on the side. He never even gave me a decent fucking, in all the time we lived together!"
"So now you're thinking maybe you can fuck him-is that it?"
"Not necessarily. But I don't want to play sucker again. And the way Harry acted today, I have the feeling he's trying to put something very big over on me with those papers."
"What you're asking me to do is illegal. I could get my ass in a sling."
"But you're smart, Ron," she said, fondling his cock and balls. "You could get away with it, and Harry would never know how it happened-at least, he couldn't prove anything."
"That building of his must have all kinds of electronic protection. Shit, that's his business!"
Estelle considered. "What if I were to get a layout of the place, showing where all the wiring is? You could de-activate the alarm then, couldn't you?"
"Sure. But how could you get that?"
"The maintenance engineer would have it. That's old George McWhorter. I met him once."
"You sneaky witch! You're going to get him with your pussy, aren't you?"
"Well, you said you wouldn't care if I gave it to other men-if you were my husband, that is. Do you feel different as my lover?"
"So we are lovers, huh? This isn't just a one-day thing?"
"Ron, I like the way you ball! You've got a scrumptious cock! I'm not going to let you go, after just two sessions."
"Okay, Estelle," he said, "maybe I'm crazy, but I'll play your game."
"I knew you would, darling," she purred, and snaked her tongue through the hairs on his chest.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At five o'clock, Estelle's car was parked in an obscure corner of the company lot, near the service entrance of the building. The maintenance personnel all came and went that way, and their cars were parked near hers. The executives parked at the opposite side of the building, precluding the danger of Harry seeing her.
She waited, watching the service door. As the workmen trouped out, she avoided their curious glances. When white-haired George McWhorter appeared, she quickly alighted, raised the hood of her car, and leaned over the engine.
The sight that met the eyes of the sixty-year-old man made him feel thirty years younger. Estelle's short skirt was elevated at the back, revealing strips of creamy-white flesh above the tops of her gartered stockings.
A glint came to George's old eyes, and he walked up to her. "Having trouble, miss?" he asked.
Estelle straightened and looked at him. "Hello, Mr. McWhorter!"
"Mrs. Vance!" He was taken aback. "What're you doing, parked in this section?"
"Ooh, the fucking lot was full when I drove in!" she said petulantly, then flashed an apologetic smile. "Excuse my language. That must have sounded awful! Men of your generation aren't used to hearing women talk like that, I guess."
"It's okay," he said, and she could tell that her unexpected burst of vulgarity had excited him. "Got a problem with your car?"
"Yes, the blasted thing won't start! When it comes to cars, I don't know shit from Shinola! Oooh, there I go again! I ought to wash my mouth out!"
Color had crept into the old fellow's cheeks. He was inhaling Estelle's expensive perfume and ogling the firm thrust of her tits. Her stiff nipples imprinted themselves on her silky blouse.
"Let me see what I can do for you," the maintenance man said, and took a look at the engine.
Estelle stood very close to him, her hip lightly touching his.
"Well, I see your problem!" George announced. "Your distributor cap's missing."
"Is that bad?"
"You can't run the car without it. Somebody must've needed that part off a car like this and just swiped it. People nowadays have no respect for other folks' property!"
"That's certainly the truth!" Estelle lifted a breeze-blown lock of blonde hair away from her face. "What am I going to do?"
George smiled at her. "Well, I could drive you home. Fact is, I'd consider it an honor!"
"You're very nice!"
"My car's right over there." He pointed. "Better lock yours up. You oughta have an inside hood latch, then people couldn't mess with your engine."
"I've been after my husband to get me a new car-but he's awfully tight, Mr. McWhorter."
He flashed her a startled look.
"I'm sorry, but it's the truth!" she said. "He's not an easy man to live with!"
"That's too bad," George replied as they walked to his car.
"I don't even feel like going home to Harry tonight! What I need is a shoulder to cry on." She smiled at George and continued, "You look as if you have broad shoulders."
"Well, Mrs. Vance, I like to think I do," he said, obviously complimented. He also was ill at ease.
"Call me Estelle."
They got into his car.
"Take me to your place," she said abruptly. "At least we can have a drink or two."
"You don't mean what you're saying. You're just upset about things."
"Are you too busy to spend some time with me?"
"Mrs. Vance ... Estelle ... you're the boss's wife, and damned near young enough to be my grand-daughter!"
"I don't care about that!" she said heatedly. "No! Maybe that's what I like! I need an older man to talk to, George." She placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed. "Take me to your place!"
She could tell that he could scarcely believe what was happening. But the old widower was excited. He started the car and headed off the lot, in the direction of the modest neighborhood where he lived.
Estelle sat back and smiled to herself. She didn't like the idea of scaring old George, which she would have to do before the night was over. But she would make it worth his while first. She wasn't the sort who took advantage of men, she assured herself.
George drove into the driveway of his old-fashioned cottage and parked. Estelle waited while he walked around to open her door, then flashed bare thighs at him as she alighted.
A lustful glint enlightened his normally dull blue eyes. He obviously was thinking along the lines Estelle wanted.
I'll bet he goes to dirty movies to get his kicks, she thought. Or maybe strip shows. He probably feels as if he's taking one of those girls home with him.
Maybe he just figures we're going to drink and talk.
Well, he'll find out!
"You'll have to excuse the looks of the place," he said as he let Estelle in. "I've got a cleaning lady who comes once a week, and tomorrow's her day. So the place is kind of messy now."
Estelle glanced about the living room, which was cluttered with beer cans, magazines and full ashtrays. George quickly snatched up a couple of the magazines, and she caught a glimpse of near-naked cover girls.
"So that's the kind of reading matter you like!" she said, smiling.
He was embarrassed. "Well, you know ... Estelle ... an old codger like me, living alone ... I don't have much to brighten my life."
"Maybe I can brighten it tonight," she told him, and decided there was no use wasting time.
She moved close, pressing her lithe, warm figure against his thick-set form. He stiffened. But not where it would do him the most good. At his age, he wasn't that quick.
Estelle pressed her parted lips crosswise to his mouth, and a tremor passed through him as she slithered her tongue inside. She teased his tongue with hers and squirmed, rubbing her braless breasts against him.
He pushed her away.
"Hellfire!" he said. "You've gotta think of your husband!"
"I don't want to think about him-and I don't want you to, either! Make love to me, George! Right away! Then we can have a drink and talk. Please!"
The old fellow was beside himself, and she had to feel sorry for him. Such a thing as this probably hadn't happened to him in twenty years or more. He obviously wasn't sure what to do.
Deciding she must take matters into her own hands-or into her mouth-Estelle dropped to her knees in front of him. She reached for the zipper on his fly.
George stared down in amazement as the boss's pretty wife unzipped his trousers and weaved her delicate, pale hand in through the opening. He caught his breath as she clutched his dangling penis. She brought his soft cock out of his clothes.
She held the wiggly, brownish organ up and began licking it-foreskin and all. Her moist tongue teased the wrinkly lip of his hood and the portion of purplish glans that showed in the center of the ring. She clasped most of his penis in her mouth and licked it as she sucked.
Cocking an eye up at him, she read thrilled consternation on his face. She kept her mouth around his ding-dong and used her thumb and index finger, next to her lips, to strip back his foreskin. His glans was denuded in her mouth, and her saliva bathed the flavorful bulb.
Gradually George's cock stiffened.
Estelle was pleased when the older man's shaft spread her lips and his glans fattened against her tongue. She glided her lips forward and back, riding a slippery film of saliva.
George breathed hard as he watched the pretty woman cocksuck him. The thrills that streamed up to his brain were quite the moist delectable he had experienced in a long time. Estelle's clasping, stroking lips made his old cock throb blissfully.
She continued to suck on his gnarled sexual limb until she was certain that he could do a thorough job on her. Then she flopped onto her back on the rug.
"Screw me!" she demanded as she pulled her skirt up to her middle.
George stared at the nude-toned panties that clung sleekly to her hips and lower belly, revealing a shadow of her deltoid patch of wispy hairs. His excited gaze also took in her full thighs above the tips of her stockings, her garter straps traveling along the widening slabs to disappear under her panties.
He sank to the floor.
Estelle squirmed out of her blouse as he pushed his trousers and shorts down. Her pink-nippled tits quivered invitingly.
George leaned over her. He rubbed her firm boobies, his work-coarsened fingers stimulating her sensitive nipples. Bending forward, he kissed each titty-tip and sucked one into his mouth.
"Fuck me, George!" the young woman begged. "Please fuck me!"
It was an offer which he couldn't have turned down even if he had known the price he would have to pay. He eagerly gathered Estelle's filmy panties in his hands and pulled them off. She spread her legs wide apart, steepling her knees.
Her cunt was the prettiest George had seen since his wife was a young woman, many years ago. Estelle's pink slit, lined by delicate hairs, silently begged for the insertion of his rod. The sight made his venerable organ throb as it stuck straight out, like a torpedo.
Lust swamped his brain, and Estelle felt something also, though she had forced herself up to that point.
She suddenly "saw" her father kneeling between her spread thighs. The only similarity between George and Caleb Truesdale was in their white hair and general age-otherwise they looked nothing alike, and they were totally different types. Still Estelle chose for some strange reason to think about her father as George crawled over her, and she thrilled wildly when she felt his old cock push for entry between her soft, fast-moistening cunt lips.
Her pussy opened slickly to his thrust, and his knobbish, heavily veined organ glided into her. Her smooth vaginal membrane enfolded him in warm embrace.
Breathing heavily as he stayed up on straight arms, he stroked his prick in and out of her while looking at her lovely face. Estelle's lips parted, glistening, and her silky lashes lowered. Her cheeks wore a faint flush as the sixty-year-old man fucked her.
Father ... Father! she thought. How do you LIKE it? Isn't it good? You like pussy-don't you, Father?-just like any man.
Estelle undulated her hips, causing her clasping cunt to roll with the strokes of George's old cock gliding in and out of her. He wasn't a fierce fucker, lacking the fire of youth. But there was something very stimulating about his slow, measured strokes, which sent wave after wave of voluptuous pleasure coursing through her.
She raised her legs and crossed them over his back. She wiggled her warm ass.
"Yesssss ... fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted heatedly. "Your prick feels so gooood!"
George drove even deeper into her, tunneling to the entrance of her uterus. Her moist warmth eagerly claimed him, her pussylips nibbling to the base of his rod. His balls nuzzled her anus with each far-reaching thrust. Her ass twisted against the rug.
The horny ridge of George's cock rippled her channel, and she felt his veins, like vines wrapped around a tree branch. He puffed as his passion mounted.
Suddenly Estelle became fiercely involved, and she bobbed her lithe middle. Her hot cunt was a voracious thing as it gobbled at the man's penetrations. Her circular muscles worked on him, as if consciously trying to milk the sperm up from his balls.
The elderly man fucked her faster. She flopped her head from side to side.
"OOOOH, THAT'S ITTT!" she cried. "LET ME HAAAAVE ITTTT! DRIVE ME HOME! OOOOOOOH, FATHERRRRRR!"
She came, and the spastic contractions of her pussy brought George along. His cock twisted in her clutching hole and spurted. The greatest bliss that he had known in a long time flooded through him as his sperm hosed the bottom of her well.
He lay forward against her, panting.
It took quite a few moments for Estelle's orgasm to taper off and her mind to clear. Then she gently eased George off her.
"That was very good!" she said, smiling.
"Why'd you let me do it?" George asked, pulling his clothes up to cover his softened penis. "You couldn't have really wanted an old coot like me!"
"I did," she said, "but maybe you wouldn't understand why. I really came, you know."
"Yeah. I could feel you."
Still reclining, exposed, on the rug while George knelt beside her, Estelle said, "Now I have to tell you something you aren't going to like. Please believe me that I don't want to hurt you, but this is necessary."
"What is it?" he asked apprehensively.
"You've got to get me the electrical plans for my husband's building, showing the burglar alarm system. And you mustn't tell anyone about it."
George's blue eyes widened. "What do you want 'em for?"
"Nothing that will get you into trouble. But I can't explain."
"So that's what this was all about!" George said, standing up. "You just wanted to use me!"
"I told you, I liked what we did. But I need those plans, too."
"Well, I won't give 'em to you! Ask your husband if you want something like that."
"You will give them to me, George ... or I'll tell Harry you brought me here and raped me! He'll believe that, because he would never figure I would seduce you. Neither would the police."
Fear was etched on the old man's face.
Estelle smiled quickly. "So you see that you have no choice, George. You'll have to drive me back to the company right now!"
He realized that she spoke the truth. He was too old to take chances, with his pension at stake.
Driving with him back to the Vance building, Estelle realized she could make him let her into Harry's office where she could merely take the papers she wanted. But that would tip her hand, in case George decided to talk.
Anyway, she wanted to give Ron something to do. It was nice having him around.
CHAPTER NINE
She waited in her motel room while he went to do the job. She had stripped down to her panties because she felt comfortable that way.
When Ron returned, she sat curled in an upholstered chair, her legs tucked beneath her, watching an old movie on TV. He walked to her and dropped a bunch of typewritten documents into her lap. She recognized them as the same ones her husband had tried to get her to sign.
"There they are!" Ron said. "I didn't read them thoroughly, but I'd say they're dynamite!"
Estelle looked at the heading on the first page of the top document and read, Purchase and Sale Agreement.
"Purchase and sale of what?" she asked Ron.
"It's there in the first few paragraphs," he said, continuing to stand in front of her. "It seems that for one dollar 'and other valuable consideration' you are selling to your husband a controlling interest in Vance Electronics."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Estelle exclaimed. "I don't own the company!"
"Then why is Harry buying it back from you?"
"I can't imagine!" She stared at the documents, which were an original and several copies of the same instrument, along with a real estate deed and a conveyance of chattels.
"Well, maybe you can figure it out, now that you've got the papers in your hands," Ron said. "Or you can get a lawyer to go over them. But right now," he added, moving closer, "I think I'm entitled to a little reward for the risk I took."
"Not now, Ron!" she snapped, abruptly dismissing him. "My God! Those papers must mean that I'm the legal owner of the business."
Ron unzipped his pants. "Then my getting them was a pretty valuable service."
He lifted his soft penis out of his clothes and held it in his hand.
"Put that thing away!" Estelle said. "I've got more important matters on my mind."
Continuing to stand directly in front of her, Ron tugged at his limber cock. The rosy-headed organ swelled and stiffened.
"Later, Ron! For God's sake!"
"No, now!" he demanded, and pushed his stiff prick forward as he grasped Estelle by the ears.
The legal papers skidded off her panty-clad lap as she was brutally tugged forward. Ron's bulging prickhead pushed against her lips. As he tugged harder on her ears, her mouth was forced to open. His hard-on drove between her lips and was scraped excitingly by the ridges of her teeth as it lodged within her warm, wet mouth.
She felt humiliated by the detective's brutal attack. Giving head voluntarily was a pleasure she enjoyed, but she had too much pride to like being forced down on a man when she didn't feel like it. Still, there was nothing she could do while the blonde Viking held her by the ears and drove his cock into her face ... except to give him a blow job.
All right for you! she thought spitefully. You ARE a prick!
Distressfully she began to suck on his bone-hard, thrusting pecker. Her saliva instantly gushed, despite the ignominious ear-hold he kept on her. This produced her first sense of shame in some time.
Don't you dare enjoy it! she told herself. You HATE this cock you're sucking ... and the man who owns it! Where does he get off, forcing himself on you this way?
Her stern self-instruction had no effect upon her salivary glands, however, or on the nerve endings in her lips and tongue. She was getting the thrill she always experienced when a rock-hard erection stropped her stretched, circling lips. Her tongue was wildly stimulated, teasing it to swirl around Ron's tasty cockhead and to lap against his stroking shaft.
You slut! Estelle thought in disgust. You just love to get your face fucked, don't you? And it doesn't matter if they use force or not! Maybe you even like force all the more, despite what you try to tell yourself!
Seething with degradation, she nevertheless stopped lecturing herself and proceeded with what she had to do.
Her wet, silken lips drew glidingly along the man's husky prick, then plunged nearly to the base of it as his glans forged to the back of her tongue and into her throat! She retreated glassy-eyed but sucking hungrily, and lunged again.
Her senses swirled, drunk with cock-scent and the tangy taste of Ron's aroused penis. Each deep-reaching jab of his horny hard-on into her mouth thrilled her. She squirmed on the chair, its plushy nap tickling her warm bottom through her thin panty-seat. Moisture shamefully oozed along the lips of her cunt.
Just a cocksucker! she thought. A hot, trampish cocksucker! That's all you are! That wasn't a lecture, really, but a simple recognition of fact.
Estelle kept sucking Ron's big cock until her lips burned from the friction and her pussy burned for some friction of its own. She pulled her mouth from his prick and let the meaty wand spring skyward, dangling a string of her saliva.
"Lay over the arm of the chair!" Ron ordered, his eyes hot with lust.
"Ooh, not that way!" Estelle said. "You don't have to humiliate me further!"
"Maybe I feel like it!" he responded. "Flop over and stick your ass up!"
She hadn't known Ron to be so fierce before, and he frightened her. Not daring to argue with him further, she scrambled across the chair arm and ler her head hang down to the floor.
He stared at her delightfully shaped, soft bottom in clingy nude-toned briefs. His eyes glinting, he paused to stroke her wobbly ass-cheeks in their nylon cover, then hooked a finger around the elastic band at the top of her panties and peeled the filmy undergarment away from the twin, wide hemispheres of her ass. He turned her panties inside-out as he dragged them all the way down her legs and off.
Her velvet clam peeped at him from between the tops of her thighs, and he was about to force his prick into it when he remembered screwing her on the kitchen table and eyeing her tight little anus while he shafted her conventional hole. He had wished then that he were in the other aperture, feeling the super-snug grip of her rectum. He hadn't dared attack her like that the first time. But now-what could she do to him? Weren't they co-conspirators in a crime?
He grasped her rubbery buttocks and stretched them wide apart. The pink-centered star-shape of her anus lengthened its delicate puckers.
"Ron!" she cried. Don't you dare do it that way! Oooh, I'll never forgive you if you stick it up my ass!"
Forgive him? He had the feeling that their affair was over, anyway. She had just wanted to use him. Well, by Christ, he was going to use her!
He draped himself over her upturned, vulnerable rump and poked his rocket-like penis between her voluptuous buttocks.
If Ron cared, he gave no sign of it. On the contrary, he began bearing down, pushing his blunt-nosed tool against the tightly clenched entrance to her ass.
Pain blossomed in Estelle's butt as Ron applied increasing force. She caught her breath. She wailed. Gradually the defensive grip of her circular muscle weakened, and her ass-hole began to spread.
Wider and wider her rosy ring stretched, with Ron's bulbous cockhead forcing its way inside. It felt like a fist at the end of a brawny arm that pushed relentlessly. Estelle whined and squirmed, but the wiggling of her soft ass only facilitated the man's sodomistic entry-until finally the fattest part of his prickhead was lodged in her narrow rear gate.
She felt horrendously plugged, and she was on the verge of panic. What would it feel like, she wondered wildly, when Ron had sunk even more of his prick in her ass? What if he stuck it all the way up there?
"Pleeeease!" she cried. "Don't dooooo it! Take it out!"
Ron just gritted his teeth and twisted his stiff cock more, pushing fiercely. Estelle's rosy ass-rim rolled across the ridge of his penis and contracted a bit as it snuggled into the groove behind his cockhead.
Her pain lessened, but her anus remained stretched and burning. Ron pushed down and into her further.
"AAAAAAWWWWWWWW!" she bleated as his prick, which felt big as a fencepost, forged its way deeper and deeper into her virginal ass-hole.
If it weren't for her spittle, which had lubricated his shaft, the entry would have hurt even more than it did. Also, it would have been difficult for him to make any progress, because her anus was tight as could be. But as it was, he managed to glide smoothly, if slowly, into her hot, wiggling bottom.
Estelle pushed her hands against the floor and raised her head, her eyes staring. Her ash-blonde hair hung down. Her suspended breasts trembled, her nipples super-stiff.
The fencepost now felt like a telephone pole as it drove deeper and deeper up her ravaged rear. She moaned. Her buttocks quivered at each side of the degrading plunger that sank between them.
Finally Ron was satisfied with the depth of his penetration and he withdrew a couple of inches, turning her rosy rectal membrane outward. Just as Estelle was about to breathe a sigh of partial relief, he gave another buggering plunge, and his prick sank even deeper into her ass-hole than before.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" she bawled. "THAT'S TOOOOOOOOO MUCH! PLEEEEEEEASE!"
She should have know better than to beg him. The tight grip of her gliding anal ring around his cock gave him such stimulation that the Pope and all his bishops couldn't have stopped him from continuing to fuck her tight, hot ass. His strokes became freer as her o-shaped muscle was forced to relax a bit. Soon he was pumping steadily up and down, in and out of her ass-hole, as his balls swung against her cunt.
It happened that her clitty was squashed against the arm of the chair. Except for that, Estelle's pain and intense humiliation might have prevented her from getting any pleasure from the unnatural rape. Or perhaps the pain flip-flopped and formed a stimulus in itself. Estelle only knew, to her amazement, that she began to enjoy the man's brutal buggering.
As he fucked her ass faster, making the stroked rim of her anus sizzle, she squirmed and moaned-no longer in protest.
"Oooh, Ron ... RONNNN!" she cried. "You don't KNOW how that FEEEEEEEEELS!"
He might have concluded she was still protesting if she hadn't begun to push her speared bottom against his thrust. Her ass-cheeks trembled as his prick drove between them. Her anal ring tightened in spastic flurries around his stroking cock.
"You love it, you bitch-don't you?" Ron challenged.
"YESSSSSSSSS!" Estelle admitted shamefully. "OOOH, SCREW MY ASSSSS! FUCK IT! DRIVE YOUR BIG DICK UP MY ASSHOLE AND MAKE ME CUMMMMMMMM!"
He pistoned more rapidly between her shaking buttocks. His belly began to smack her bouncy globes. His prick forged deep, deep into her bowels, seeming to ram all the way through her, and she screamed with delight.
The perverted fucking hurt, but an unnatural pleasure more than over-rode the pain. Estelle bobbed and twisted atop the chair arm as Ron stroked his thick, bone-hard cock through the rippling ring of her ass. Her brain all but blanked out.
Giddy bliss swept her in rolling waves that made her jerk and flop across the chair arm, her fucked ass shaking wildly. Ron tilted back his head and his eyes rolled up in their sockets. He let out an animalistic growl as his ass-embedded phallus twitched. A great gush of sperm flowed through his quivering pipe and into the heated clasp of her rectum.
Estelle continued jerking and moaning until he had emptied all his lust inside her, giving her a lava-like sensation where she had never felt it before.
Finally he pulled his prick from her still-gripping ass-hole with a Pop!
"Ooooooooooooh!" Estelle moaned.
"You don't owe me anything, baby," Ron said, feeling a bit sheepish but blissfully satisfied as he pulled up his clothes. "I'll take that as full payment for my night's work. Anyway," he added, "I'm still going to bill your husband ... now that I know where you're staying."
"God damn you!" Estelle moaned, still too weak to lift herself off the arm of the chair. "Just get out of here!"
He left without another word.
The lingering pain of his rape was assuaged by Estelle's realization that she possessed more power over her husband than she ever had thought possible. There remained, however, some questions to be answered and a course of action to be planned.
Her mind swept back in time, to a party she and Harry gave for the other executives of his firm. There was one in particular whom she thought of-a slick, lustful lawyer by the name of Clark Rogers, the head of Harry's law department.
There was a special reason that she thought of him after having received her first sodomy: On the night of the party, he had given her a teasing hint of the real thing...
CHAPTER TEN
Estelle had left the gabbling group in the living room and had stepped out onto the patio for a breath of fresh air. She hadn't heard the sliding glass door open behind her nor sensed the presence of the tuxedo-clad male who approached her from the rear. The first she knew of his presence was when she felt a hand glide up under her skirt ... and push the flimsy nylon of her panties into the crack of her ass!
She went, "Eeeeeeeeeek!"
Clark chuckled, holding her against him with his other hand on one of her springy breasts. His audacious finger continued to twist between her buttocks.
"Let go of me!" she demanded, glaring at him over her shoulder. "I'll tell Harry!"
"No, you won't," the middle-aged lawyer stated confidently. "Harry needs me. I know where all the bodies are buried, and you won't get anywhere at all if you try to turn him against me."
"Well, take your hand out from under my dress!" she panted.
"Awww, no! Not yet, my sweet. I've been itching to get at your sexy bottom for a longtime!"
"B-but it ... huuuuuurts ... the way you're pushing!"
"That's because your panties are in the way," he said, and withdrew his finger. "Let's just pull them aside..."
Estelle felt even more humiliated as he wormed his finger underneath her panties and between the unprotected cheeks of her rear. Though her pride rebelled against what he was doing, and demanded that she put a stop to it, she felt intimidated by what he had just said: If he did indeed have some special influence on Harry, she would just make herself ridiculous by setting off a fuss.
She blushed and burned with embarrassment as the dirty man tickled her sensitive anus with his fingertip.
"Ooh, to get into your ass-hole, Estelle!" he said, and she knew he must have been drinking heavily. She could smell the booze on his breath. Td give anything for that! Have you ever been screwed back there, darling?"
"Of course not!" she exclaimed.
"Perhaps you wouldn't mind if I were to just ... YES! Lie down on that chaise lounge!"
"I won't!" she cried, fearing he meant to rape her.
He was so maddened by lust and liquor by that time that he wouldn't take no for an answer, and he shoved her forward, causing her to sprawl face-down on the couch. With her party going on a short distance away-so close, in fact, that its raucous sounds drifted to her ears-Estelle felt her skirt being pulled to the small of her back and her panties yanked down.
The filthy lawyer wiggled his finger between her soft, rounded buttocks and pushed at the crinkly, tight aperture of her rectum.
Estelle sucked in her breath. The whole thing had happened so quickly, and had taken her so off-guard, that she didn't know what to do except let Clark pry her hot ass-hole open and stick his finger into it.
He giggled like a fiend as he stroked his digit in and out of her clasping, rubbery ring. Estelle had never felt so humiliated in her life!
Nothing more came of the incident. After diddling her ass for awhile, Clark evidently felt he had done as much as he dared, and he pulled his finger out. He stretched Estelle's panties back up over her buns, gave the springy mounds a slap, and jerked her skirt down.
Laughing drunkenly, he returned to the party.
It was quite a few minutes before Estelle recovered her composure sufficiently to return.
Though she gave serious thought to reporting the shameful incident to Harry, she decided against it. She and Harry weren't very close, and it was possible that the lawyer carried more influence with him than she did. Not wanting to risk even further humiliation, she remained silent.
She had made it a point, since then, never to be alone with Clark Rogers.
Remembering all that, and thinking also of how it had felt when Ron had sodomized her, her hand trembled as she stabbed at the buttons on her telephone. She waited nervously for Clark to answer the call...
"Estelle!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as she let him into her motel room. "You're looking wonderful! Does Harry know where you are?"
"I suppose so. But that's beside the point, isn't it? You weren't afraid of Harry the last time we were alone together."
"Well, things are a little different now. The fact that you refused to sign those papers and then the papers mysteriously disappeared..."
"You know about that?"
"Of course. Who do you think drew up those documents?"
"Then you can tell me all I want to know!" Estelle blurted. "Why didn't I think of that before I bothered to have Ron ... well, never mind! We can talk about it now."
"Is that why you invited me here, to your bedroom?" the lawyer asked as he gestured toward the bed.
"Not entirely," she replied, fixing him a level stare. "I'm prepared to ... offer an inducement for the information you can give me."
"You know what my preference is," Clark said, smiling slyly.
"Yes, damn you, I know!"
"And you'll let me do that?" he asked, his excitement rising. "With my cock this time instead of my finger?"
"YES!"
The pudgy, balding lawyer reached for her, but she held him off.
"We talk first!" she insisted. "And you'd better give me some straight answers."
"Yes, yes!" he said quickly. "Anything."
"Now, about those papers-what's the reason for them?"
Clark blinked several times. "You don't know?"
"Harry wouldn't explain to me what they were. He wanted me to sign without reading them."
Clark sat down. "You're puting me on a hell of a spot!"
"If you don't give me the answers, I can always go to some lawyer. You see, I have the papers and I've looked them over. What I don't understand is why Harry needs my signature on them. I thought you were in the best position to tell me that, since you're the head of Harry's law department."
"Oh, I can tell you, all right. I'm surprised that you don't remember. But I suppose Harry didn't explain when you signed another bunch of papers over a year ago."
Estelle searched her memory.
"Yessss!" she said softly. "I remember that. Harry just said they were some technicalities-and I trusted him then."
"Technicalities, bullshit! Those documents were back-dated, and they put everything in your name-the business, the real estate, even the equipment in the plant! Harry had to do that because of a tax investigation. By showing that you owned everything-which was plausible, since your father had put up the money-Harry could claim he was merely running the business for you and was drawing a salary. He got off the hook."
"You mean it's all perfectly legal?" Estelle asked. "I do own the business?"
"As far as anyone could prove. Harry wouldn't dare claim those first documents were phony, because that would get him into trouble with the Feds again. The only way out is for you to transfer everything to him now."
"Wow!" Estelle dropped into a chair, and her titties jumped out of her robe. Clark stared.
A wolfish grin crept over his face. "Have you got all the facts you want?"
"Yes! I just don't know what to do about them."
"Well, don't tell Harry I said so, but you'd be a damned fool not to demand a fat settlement in return for signing the business back to him."
"What if I don't sign it back? I could run it myself, couldn't I?"
The lawyer laughed. "You? Run Vance Electronics? Estelle, don't be silly!"
"But I own it! I could hire a manager-maybe even Harry." She giggled. "And I could hire you to be my lawyer-if you're a good boy, that is!"
He blanched. "Now, wait a minute...!"
"It seems that I've got everybody at the company right where I want them-that includes you, Harry, and even the men in the plant! Weeee!" Estelle sprang to her feet and did a pirouette in the center of the room. Her robe flapped open, revealing her bare, tapering thighs and the lacy edges of her panties.
"Why the hell did I tell you?" Clark moaned.
"It wouldn't have done any good not to," she pointed out, quieting down, though she still felt elated. "Like I said, I could have found out some other way. But this is better for you, Clarky-ou're in on the ground floor. Work for me and I'll keep you on."
"You're asking me to be a turncoat!"
"I'm suggesting that you do like the other rats and leave a sinking ship!"
He sank into a childish petulance. "I suppose that means you won't let me ... you know."
"Fuck my ass?" she said boldly. "Well, I'm thinking about it."
Clark brightened. "Okay, Estelle! I'll work for you! But we've got to be very smooth about this thing. Harry will fight like hell when he finds out he's cornered. He'll go to your father."
"Let him!"
"But you care what your father thinks, don't you? Harry always said that was the most important thing in your life. He has ... ahem ... those pictures of you and the little boy."
"So you know about them, too! Well, he can show them to Father for all I care now!"
"Your father could foreclose on the business! He retained that right in case he didn't like the way things were being run ... and provided he wasn't paid off in a lump sum on demand."
"Well, couldn't we get the cash?"
"Not a chance in today's money market!"
"Shit!" Estelle said.
"Maybe you can deal with Harry," the lawyer suggested. "He won't want to bring everything crashing down, as long as he has an incentive not to."
"Maybe I can deal with Father instead," Estelle thought aloud.
"This whole thing is risky!"
"That's what makes it so exciting! Ooh yes, Clark-you can fuck my ass now!"
She ran to the bed and tumbled onto it.
"But work me up first," she added, sitting up. "You know, a little oral stuff. Maybe if you were to put your tongue up my behind, the other would go easier!"
Clark wasn't dismayed. He hurried to the bed, tearing off his clothes. Estelle shrugged out of her robe and waited until he was nude. His cock was already elevated, at the mere thought of sodomizing her. The sight of her sitting there in just lacy green panties no doubt also helped.
She lay back and slipped her panties off.
The middle-aged lawyer was all over her, rubbing her springy tits and letting them pop into his mouth. He hungrily sucked her tasty nipples, building up the excitement within her which had begun before he'd even started. Estelle had discovered she could get high on something besides sex: Power did the trick.
Sex was making it even better as the lawyer proved adept in using his tongue. He snaked the damp oral instrument down Estelle's writhing body, twisting it in her naval, and going on to her cuntal hairs. She spread her legs and hooked one over his shoulder.
Clark eagerly licked her slit, plastering the curlies against her velvet flesh. He dipped his tongue into her honey-pot.
"Oooh, yes!" she cried, bumping her soft cunt against his mouth. "Use your tongue like a cock! Oooh, you devil!"
He fucked her fleshy, wet pussy with his mouth, stroking her clit until she wanted to scream. He swirled his tongue round and round inside her, stretching her elastic cuntfolds. She got hotter and hotter as she thought of the piercing thrill that was to come.
She wouldn't have bargained with the ass-loving lawyer if it weren't for the perverse pleasure she had gotten from Ron the night before. Though she was still a bit tender in the rear, she obviously hadn't been harmed. All she needed was to get greased up good back there, and she could have taken the biggest prick in the world-which Clark didn't have. His wasn't as large as the one which had blazed the way up her forbidden rear channel.
She let Clark lick and suck at her pussy until she felt the time was exactly right, then she flopped onto her tummy and presented her backside to him.
"Remember..." she cautioned, "tongue me first!"
"Oooh, yessss!" he said. "I want to!"
Proving he meant it, the man pressed his face between the wobbly cheeks of her ass and began to lick madly at the crinkled star of her anus. His saliva drooled into her nest of converging puckers.
When Estelle felt his tongue poke for entry, she relaxed her circular muscle as best she could, and his tongue slithered into her ass. Reaming her elastic ass-hole lingually, he relaxed it even more and lubricated the membrane. He poked his tongue as far up her ass-hole as he could reach, and Estelle thrilled. Finally she was ready.
"All right, dick me!" she cried. "Shove your cock in!"
The man sprang to ass-fucking position, obviously relishing the act. His stiff cock pressed between Estelle's buttocks, found its prepared target ... and kept pushing. She held her breath, because there was a little hurt-but it was nothing like the first time, when she had resisted the penetration.
Clark's erection quite easily spread her anal rosette, and popped throbbingly into her ass. His cock sank deeper and deeper up her ass-hole until his entire shaft was buried in her clutching warmth.
She moaned and writhed, rubbing her buttocks against his front. His wiry cock-hairs tickled her, but that was nothing compared to the penetration of his hard column up her rear. It was just big enough and hard enough to thrill her without causing real hurt, now that she had been prepared for the sodomy and accepted it.
As Clark stroked, she bobbed her ass against him.
"Ride it ... ride it!" she cried. "You wild witch!" Clark husked, and fucked her ass harder. His prick pistoned rapidly in the rippling grip of her ass-hole, and she milked the sperm up from his balls. He jerked as her bottom bumped spastically. His cock spewed thick cream into her bowels.
Her ass-rim still burned after he had withdrawn from her, but she was satisfied. He obviously was very pleased.
Estelle hadn't had much experience with slick lawyers, unfortunately. She was to find they were no more trustworthy than detectives.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Estelle had just stepped from the shower, titties jiggling, when a rap sounded at her door. She dried herself quickly, tucked the towel around her, and answered the summons.
"Who was that guy?" Sid asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"A friend of mine."
"Did you screw him?"
"That's none of your business!" Estelle returned hotly. She was beginning to feel less like a whore and more like an executive, and she resented having to answer to the motel boss.
"Listen, baby..." Sid said, "you got no right to entertain men unless I get my cut. All dates are set up through the office."
"I told you, this was personal!" Estelle's green eyes flashed.
"You ain't got no personal life when you're living here!" Sid declared.
"Then I won't live here any longer," she replied impulsively. "I'll move out in the morning."
"Hey, now ... you don't need to be hasty."
"Sorry. That's the way I feel. Now, if you don't mind, I'm tired and would like to get my sleep."
She shut the door in Sid's face.
She didn't need him any longer, now that she owned a prosperous business. Whether she decided to operate Vance Electronics or sell it back to Harry, she would have all the money she needed. Working for Sid had done wonders for her, during the short time she'd been at it. But she knew that if she were to make whoring a career, it would ultimately destroy her.
She dropped the towel, slipped into fresh panties-a sleek white pair that embraced her plump buttocks and clung to her hips and belly-and she slid into bed. She turned off the bedside lamp.
For quite awhile she was too keyed up to fall asleep. Even after dozing off, she tossed and turned fitfully, her dreams a chaotic melange of threats and gratifications. The pleasure aspect suddenly became intense ... and she realized she was no longer dreaming.
Warm lips were sucking at one of her nipples!
She reached and snapped on the lamp.
"Hi!" young Tommy Coulter said as he raised his face from her tit.
"What are you doing here ... in bed with me?" she demanded, amazed.
"Mama said I ought to come see you, right after she talked to Sid."
"Well, you just go back and tell your mama..
Estelle stopped, feeling Tommy's hard little prick sticking up against her hip.
"You shouldn't be here," she continued, though in a much softer and warmer tone. Her fingers wrapped around the fourteen-year-old's cock.
He resumed sucking her titty.
Damn Sid! she thought. And damn Liz, too! They know how to get me! I've always been a sucker for young boys...
She scootched lower in the bed, tugging her breast from the moist mouth of the tousle-haired adolescent. He was nude, and his dick was super stiff! It stood right up against his belly!
Estelle caught the pink knob of it between her lips and tilted it down so that it was perpendicular to the boy's body. She pumped her head forward and back, gliding her clasping lips the length of his childish rod.
She was aware of a disappointment which surprised her: Tommy's taste was too mild to give her real satisfaction, and his cock was too skinny. It didn't fill her mouth!
I don't prefer little boys to grown men any longer! she realized happily. Now that I'm free of Harry, I'm really cured! I can live a normal life!
This discovery didn't make her want to throw Tommy out of her bed, however. He had gotten her worked up, and the only thing to do was to carry the episode to its natural conclusion. She didn't feel the slightest guilt about having sex with the youth, because Tommy fucked his own mother regularly, and he seemed to thrive on making out with grown women.
Estelle sucked the boy's cock lazily for awhile, not expecting too much satisfaction but appreciating what she got. Tommy writhed as he pumped his bone-hard pecker between her softly circling lips. Then, showing his aggressiveness, he swung astride her neck and fucked straight downward into her mouth and throat.
She gurgled around his plunging prick, still disappointed that it wasn't thicker between her lips and that his glans didn't plug her mouth and throat, the way a fully mature cockhead did.
Finally she pushed him away from her face. She caught her breath and said, "Come on, Tommy, and give me a fucking! I want to get back to sleep."
The lad dutifully pulled her panties off and snuggled down between her womanly thighs. His juvenile rapier plunged into her soft, moist cuntflesh, sinking all the way to the hilt.
Again Estelle was disappointed: The kid simply didn't have enough cock to please her! How could she ever have gotten hung up on little boys in the first place, she wondered.
Tommy energetically fucked her, and the super-hardness of his rod stropped her clitty to a giddy height of excitement. But it wasn't the same as with a fully grown male. Estelle's cunt felt only half-plugged!
She drove her hips against the fast-fucking youth, and gasped as she reached her orgasm. She wrapped Tommy's slender body in her long legs and arms, rocking to and fro beneath him while he spurted his boy-juice up her spasming quim.
"You aren't gonna go-are you, Estelle?" he asked after climbing off.
"Is that why your mother sent you to see me?"
"I guess that's what Sid wanted."
"Well, it was fun to fuck with you, Tommy, but you just go tell your mom that I'm leaving, anyway. I'll stop by and see her before I go."
"I'm gonna miss you, Estelle," the youth said as he got into his robe.
"It's been a pleasure knowing you. Now, good night."
Estelle snapped off the lamp, and the lad let himself out of the room. Sid had provided a passkey for him to get in, she assumed.
Those sneaks! They'd try anything to make her stay on.
Well, she was through with all that-having sex for money and making out with young boys, too! She found her true self finally.
She returned to sleep.
She awoke refreshed when the bright light of morning seeped through her drapes. After peeing, she returned to the bed and found her panties, way down under the covers. She pulled the white briefs on, deciding to pack her belongings before she showered; then she would don fresh undies.
Moving about the room briskly, carrying her clothes and other belongings to her open bags on the bed, her erect, tapering titties did an erotic dance, her stiff nipples tracing whorls in the air.
Her buttocks wiggle-wobbled in her white silky pants.
While she packed, she did some thinking. She decided that she didn't want to make things too rough for Harry. The business, after all, did belong to him, even though he had put it into her name, and it wouldn't be fair to take it away from him. She would demand a reasonable settlement, and that would be all.
She was holding her purse, stuffing some small personal items into it, when a rapping sounded at the door. She glanced at her watch, which read five minutes after ten.
That must be the maid to make up the room already, she thought. Sid certainly isn't wasting any time! Well, he can darned well wait until I'm ready to leave!
"Come back later!" she called through the door.
"Estelle, it's Clark!"
She opened the door a crack, standing behind it. "I'm not dressed, Clark, but if you don't mind waiting while I take a shower..."
The door was pushed open wide, sending Estelle tottering backward. A huge man lumbered into the room ahead of Clark, and she recognized the bruiser as a workman from the loading dock of her husband's plant. Twice he had whistled at her as she walked by. Now he ogled her naked tits.
"What's the idea? she demanded of Clark as he closed the door behind him.
"Get out those papers and sign them, Estelle," he said, "or I'll ask Ben here to work you over!"
She backed up until her panty-clad buttocks pressed against the wall.
"I thought you were on my side, Clark!" she exclaimed. "Last night you said..."
"I don't know what you're talking about," the double-dealing lawyer replied. "Harry's my boss, and you're going to sign the business back to him!"
"Does he know you're here?" Estelle asked, breathing hard, her tits rising rhythmically.
"He sent me. I wanted to gear up for a legal fight, but he believes in direct action. So I'd suggest you get out the papers and sign them before Ben spoils your pretty face!"
Luckily Estelle was still clutching her purse. She waited until Ben approached her, then swung the heavy handbag, batting him on the side of the head. She rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it.
"Come out of there, Estelle!" Clark demanded. "Ben can break this door down!"
There was a window above the John, and Estelle stepped up to it. She raised the sash and lunged into the narrow opening, wiggling forward on her belly. She had the presence of mind to keep hold of her purse.
She tumbled onto the grassy strip which ran between two buildings of the motel and scrambled to her feet. Her car was out front, and she hurried in that direction, hoping to reach the vehicle before Clark and the thug realized she had escaped.
A family was packing their car next to hers, and they stared at her-kids, daddy and momas she scampered in her panties to her car.
"Don't look, David!" the mother finally cried, and covered her young son's eyes. But the sight of the pretty blonde's titties was already etched in his mind.
Estelle fumbled her car keys from her purse, unlocked the vehicle, and slid in. She started it and was backing out just as the door of her room opened. Ben ran toward her car, but she sped away, blowing exhaust at him.
She raced down the street, causing the heads of passing motorists and pedestrians to turn.
I've got to get some clothes, she thought, before I do anything else! Oh, God damn you, Harry! I'm really going to screw you now!
She considered stopping at a store, but was afraid she might be arrested if she walked in with just her panties on.
Father! she thought. His house is right near here!
OH, YES!
She smiled to herself and took a quick turn, heading toward the mansion where she grew up. Her mother died when she was a baby, and Caleb Truesdale had raised her alone.
What a kick to see Father's face when I walk in on him like this and tell him it's all Harry's fault!
She drove to the old house, entered the curving driveway and stopped directly in front of the door. She got out and ran to the entrance, her jugs jiggling.
A maid answered the door and goggled when she saw her employer's near-naked daughter.
"Mrs. Vance!" the mousy brunette exclaimed.
"Tell Father I'm here, will you?" Estelle said as she entered.
"Where are your clothes, ma'am?" the girl asked. "That is ... do you wish me to get you something to put on?"
"Not yet. Just call Father!"
"Yes, ma'am," the maid said, and hurried away.
Caleb Truesdale was tall, silver-haired, and had an imperious bearing. He appeared from the library, wearing a suit and tie, because he believed it was proper to dress that way even though he no longer went to an office. He stopped and stared at Estelle.
"My God!" he exclaimed.
"Hello, Father!" she chirped, smiling. "Sorry to arrive on your doorstep like this, but Harry sent a thug after me and chased me out of the motel where I was staying!"
Her father's eyes were riveted to her naked breasts. "For shame!" he said. "Running around town like that!"
"But I told you-oh, forget it!" Estelle boldly strolled past him, heading for the kitchen. Her undulating buttocks stretched the flimsy material of her underpants. "I need some coffee."
"Stop!" the elder Truesdale cried. "You surely aren't going to walk around the house that way! Go up to your old room! I'll have the maid bring you something to put on!"
"Damn it, Daddy, I want some coffee first!" Estelle said, facing him. She had never called him Daddy in all the years she was growing up; he had insisted on the more formal Father.
"You're indecent!" Caleb said, still staring at her rigid pink nipples.
"Oh, lots of girls go topless nowadays," she said. "What's the matter, Daddy-are you shocked that I have tits?"
His cheeks reddened. "Don't you dare use filthy words!"
She approached him. "Isn't there a human bone in your body?" she asked. "This is a funny situation! Can't you see the humor in it?"
"It's improper and degrading!" he said, watching her erect boobies quiver as she moved.
"You know, I grew up thinking that to be proper was the most important thing in life. Well, I've just discovered that isn't so! Now I do what I want."
She got a giddy thrill from talking to her stern, self-righteous father that way. His glinting eyes thrilled her, also. They said, as they appraised her nudity, that he had desires he wouldn't admit.
Could it be that, underneath his cloak of stern propriety, he was a hypocrite?
Estelle was gripped by a daring compulsion, as had been the case when she'd seduced the paperboy. She had to find out whether her father indeed was a hypocrite or not.
She pressed her lithe, slender form against him. "Does this bother you, Daddy?" she teased. "I'm your daughter, don't forget!"
"You ... must be ... out of your mind!" Caleb said, as though he were strangling.
"Come upstairs with me, Daddy! I dare you to!" She squirmed, rubbing her titties against his chest.
"Well, I'll ... escort you to your room ... and that's all! Then I'll see that you get some clothes."
"Sure, Daddy," she said, and turned toward the staircase. He watched her buttocks wiggle in her thin white briefs.
Following her up the stairs, he got an ever better view of her twisty, lightly-clad bottom. By the time they reached her door, she only had to take his hand and lead him into her room. She swung the door shut.
"What are you ... going to do?" Caleb asked, his eyes hot with a look she had never seen in them before.
"Just give you a nice warm kiss," she said, her excitement mounting. "Isn't that what fathers and daughters do?"
He stood stiff as a post as she pressed against him. Her soft, parted lips brushed his thin ones, which were sealed. She protruded her tongue-tip and ran it moistly along the line of his mouth.
His mouth opened hungrily and clamped onto hers. A great rush of passion swept through Estelle, and she sank her tongue into his mouth. His tongue lasciviously stroked hers. His arms tightened around her, and one hand glided down to her buttocks. He stroked his daughter's springy-firm ass-cheeks through her panties.
She had proved her point. She could have backed away with the knowledge that her father had been unmasked and was no better than she, despite all his lofty preachments. But she needed more than that now. She wanted his warmth, and there was only one way that she could get him to express it!
She sank to her knees in front of him and unzipped his trousers. As she reached into his clothes and drew out his penis, she could only imagine the thoughts and conflicting emotions that must have swirled through his mind.
"Estelle...!" he exclaimed in consternation as she fondled his flaccid cock.
"Let yourself go, Daddy!" she begged as she looked up at him. "Be human for once! Love me!"
She bent and began to lick the tip of his sexual organ.
The elderly man gave a groan, and his penis began to stiffen, lengthening out. The plum-colored tip of his cockhead appeared in his uneven circle of foreskin.
Estelle's curling fingers glided his penile hood back, and his glans swelled before her eyes, emitting a steamy male fragrance. She pursed her soft lips around the tip of his cock and sucked lightly as she tickled his slit with her tongue.
Caleb writhed. He pawed at his daughter's ash-blonde hair.
She let her lips crawl forward on his bulging glans until she held the entire slippery bulb in her mouth. She champed at it, making it swell even more. His shaft was like an iron pipe between her lips.
Saliva drooled down her chin as she sucked her father's cock hungrily. His glans soaked in the wet warmth of her mouth as her O-shaped lips glided gulpingly forward on his shaft. She took more and more of his thrusting rod into her mouth and throat.
"My God ... !" Caleb panted. "No one has ever.. done that ... for me!"
Estelle felt very good stroking her lips on her father's stiff prick. His flavor spread over her lapping tongue and she swallowed the masculine essence.
After a while she drew her mouth back and let her father's cock escape. She nudged it straight up, then licked along the slippery bone-up and down, all around it as it waggled to and fro. Her puckered lips planted soft little kisses along his lengthy rod. Then she clasped his throbbing cockhead in her mouth once more.
Caleb tousled her hair, as if she were a little girl, while she sucked his long, stiff prick with moistly gliding strokes.
Finally she let it go, and he stared down at her, breathing hard.
She rose from her knees and walked to the bed. Without a word, she stripped her panties off and lay down, spreading her legs for her father. He gazed at her wispy-haired cunt as he hurriedly took off his clothes.
Naked, he walked to the bed, his prick handsomely erect, and knelt between his daughter's thighs. He licked the satin-smooth inner surfaces of the tapering columns. When his tongue reached her pussy, he licked that also.
Estelle squirmed. It was so wonderful to receive his love!
Caleb crawled up over her and licked her quivery tits. She stroked his white hair. Their lips met again, and they kissed lingeringly. Estelle reached down between their bodies and guided his erection into the ready slit between her thighs.
As her father's hard cock glided into her, all the way to his balls, she felt the greatest thrill she had ever known.
"Oooh, Daddy ... Daddy!" she cried, hugging him with arms and legs. "Love me a lot!"
He pulled and thrust his rigid organ in and out of her, moving slowly and steadily at first, and she felt the love he was giving. It was more than just animal lust-he did love her, truly!
Each inward stroke of his long, bulb-ended column dilated her cunt-hole and filled her with his throbbing presence. Her pussy pulsated around him.
He delivered his affection in long, gliding penetrations, snuggling his balls into her crotch. His prickhead seemed to reach way up into the center of her belly. Estelle was totally open to him.
He pushed up on his arms so that he could look at her lovely face, and she looked into his eyes. They had never been so close emotionally.
His cock began to surge into her more quickly, and she responded by reaching for him with her hips. Her wet, warm pussy enfolded his every thrust, her muscles milking at his thickly veined shaft.
His balls pulled up.
He fucked his beautiful daughter faster, and her buttocks bobbed against the bed. Her titties shook. She clutched her father and drew him snugly down against her, wanting him to ride her from shoulders to hips as they surged toward a new height of passion for them both.
His prick was magnificent as it thrust rapidly up her narrow cunt. The friction around her cuntmouth and in her pussywalls built.
Caleb breathed raspily as he approached the first climax he'd had in a long time. He made the bed rock.
Finally his strong cock erupted within Estelle, and she shook from head to heels, climaxing blissfully.
"Oooh, Daddy ... Daddy!" she cried, and hugged him.
They were truly close to each other for the first time in their lives.
Later, while Estelle was still nude, they sipped coffee that her father had brought up, and she told him all about why she and Harry had separated, the situation with the business, and what she wanted to do.
He listened sympathetically, which she felt sure he never would have done if they hadn't gotten to know each other in an intimate sense. His only objections concerned business points, about which he knew a lot more than she.
Finally there was no disagreement between them about the course of action to take.
Driving to her father's house and doing what she had done with him had been the best move she had ever made, Estelle concluded-both for her peace of mind and her economic future.
She still had to contend with Harry, however, and she had been warned that he would fight ferociously when cornered...
CHAPTER TWELVE
"What is this shit?" Harry demanded as he looked up from the court order which Estelle had dropped onto his desk.
"It means all your power in the company has been taken away until there's a hearing," she said. "In the meantime, the department heads will answer to me."
Harry stared at her. "Your old man's lawyer got that, didn't he?"
"Yes. Daddy and I are standing together!"
"You aren't standing, baby! You're flat on your beautiful ass!"
"What do you mean?"
He got up from his desk and slowly circled it. An evil glint came into his eyes. "You had a lot of guts to just walk in here!"
She took a backward step. "But I've got that court order."
"Fuck it!" Harry said, and she had never seen him look so vicious.
She back-peddled some more. "Don't you dare touch me!"
Harry kept advancing. Estelle's calves bumped his vinyl sofa, and she plopped onto it, her legs flying into the air. Her thighs, were wide apart, revealing a strip of pink nylon between them.
"When I built this office," Harry said, "I had the foresight to make it soundproof. I didn't want any business squabbles to carry outside. So go ahead and scream, baby! No one will hear you."
Terror gripped Estelle. "Harry, I am still your wife!" she said, wide-eyed. She had drawn her legs together, but her skirt remained high above her gartered stocking tops.
"You're the woman who's out to destroy me, you mean! But I can prevent that by getting your signature on those transfer documents. I had Clark Rogers prepare a new set."
"Are you crazy?" Estelle responded. "Do you think I'd sign those papers now?"
"I know you will-if not for me, then for Ben Wilson! You remember Ben, don't you? You met him the other morning."
"You mean you're ... going to call him up here?"
"Damned right! Unless you march over to my desk and sign the papers."
Estelle realized she was in a bad spot, and the only way out was to run while she had the chance. She stood up, hoping to make Harry think she might sign the papers. Then she broke for the door.
Harry lunged after her. Her hand clutched at the doorknob, but he looped an arm around her waist and sent her spinning away. She lost her balance and tumbled onto the floor.
Her skirt was fucked to her lap, showing garters, thighs and panties. But she didn't care. She was only concerned about getting away-and that was a desperate necessity!
She scrambled onto her hands and knees and crawled rapidly toward the door. Harry dropped to the floor and grasped her waggling skirt. He yanked, and its fasteners popped. Her skirt slithered down her legs, but she kept crawling.
Harry reached her just as she got to the door, and he pulled her by a leg, dragging her across the carpet. Her blouse rolled up above her naked breasts, the rug burning her nipples. Her buttocks vibrated in her thin briefs.
Harry sprang astride her, then turned to sit facing her legs. He put so much weight on her that she couldn't roll over or even twist sufficiently to strike him with her arms. All she could do was shake as she tried futilely to throw him off, and her panty-clad buttocks quivered more wildly than ever.
Her husband paid no attention to them. Ass didn't matter to him at a time like that. He yanked at her garter straps on her right thigh, unclipping them from her stocking, and he stripped the stocking down. After flipping off her shoe, he removed the nylon.
Again twisting around, he used the stocking to tie Estelle's wrists together at the small of her back. He got up and stripped down her other stocking. Though her legs thrashed, he managed to tie them together at the ankles.
Estelle was helpless.
Harry picked her up, carried her to the couch, and dropped her onto her belly. She bounced on the springy cushions, her, ass-cheeks shaking in her flimsy pink pants. Her garters dangled limp from beneath them.
"One last chance to sign the papers, babe!" her husband declared.
"Fuck you!" was Estelle's angry answer.
"Okay. I'll call Ben."
Estelle's only hope was that her father would arrive sooner than he had said. He was supposed to pick her up at Harry's office at 2 o'clock-an hour after she had gotten there. The idea was to give her time to conclude her arrangements with him, which she had wanted the satisfaction of doing personally. Then her father would lend his support, if needed to finally convince Harry.
But everything was turning out differently than they had planned. Estelle writhed on the sofa, straining at her stockings which had become cruel bonds biting into her wrists and ankles.
Keeping his eye on her, Harry stepped to his desk and put in a call to the loading dock. When Ben was on the line, Harry told him to come right up.
"Use the back door," he cautioned, "and come in quickly. I've got a wildcat here who might want to scream when the door's open."
Harry hung up the phone and returned to her.
"This is insane!" she said. "Even if I signed those papers, I could say I was forced. I could have both you and Ben jailed!"
"After he works you over, you won't consider that, baby! While Ben's out on bail, he'd let you have it again. And if he didn't, I've got other guys who would!"
"You fiend!" Estelle shrieked. "Don't you have any feeling for me at all?"
"Not a bit!" he replied. "In fact, I never did. It was just your daddy's money that I wanted."
That was what Estelle had suspected for some time.
After a few minutes, the door opened, and Ben entered the room, quickly shutting the door behind him. He walked to the sofa and his eyes lit up as he gazed at the helplessly bound blonde who wore nothing but panties and a blouse that was wound around her armpits.
"Pull off your belt and go to work on her!" Harry told the big man. "If her writhing gets you heated up, you can fuck her while I watch!"
With a deep, dark gleam in his eyes, Ben pulled his wide belt out of the loops of his workpants. Estelle stared, horrified.
That's going to hurt like crazy when he lays it on me! she thought. I don't know if I'll be able to STAND it!
Ben doubled the belt in his hand as he approached her, his eyes on the seat of her pink panties. The sleek nylon was stretched by her plump buttocks, which peeped out from beneath the leg elastics of her briefs. The crack between her rounded ass-cheeks showed hazily through the silken fabric.
The husky man raised his strap.
"NOOOOOH!" Estelle pleaded, her eyes wild. "DOOOOONT!"
Ben brought his doubled belt down across the seat of her panties, not putting much steam behind the swat. Still, the sound was loud, and Estelle's buttocks wobbled. The blow stung her.
"OOOWWWW!" she cried.
Ben lifted his belt and brought it down a second time ... harder. Estelle shrieked, and tears sprang to her eyes.
"Tell me when you're ready to sign the papers," Harry said, watching the torture with evident satisfaction.
Ben's third swat with the belt was a real stinger, and Estelle squealed louder than ever. Her buttocks shook wildly in her flimsy pants.
Ben strapped her panty seat again and again.
"Pull her pants down!" Harry ordered. "Let her have it on the bare ass!"
"Ooh, my God no!" she shrieked, fearing that her flesh would be cut up. "I'll sign!"
"Hold it, Ben!" Harry said, half-reluctantly. "I'll get the papers."
"Can I fuck her, Mr. Vance?" the thug asked.
"I've got a hell of a hard-on!"
Neither Estelle nor Harry had noticed, but the front of the workman's pants had risen to form a peak while he'd been strapping her.
"Sure!" Harry said. "Lay it into her!"
Estelle didn't protest-not that she wanted a fucking, but she did need time.
If only Father would hurry! she thought as her bottom burned from the punishment she had taken.
Ben quickly untied her ankles, but he held her firmly against the couch so that she couldn't scramble to her feet. He pulled down her panties with his other hand. Estelle's ass cheeks were rosy, and they still felt hot as fire. Only the presence of the panties between her flesh and the strap had kept the skin from being broken. After tugging her stretchy briefs off her feet and dropping them on the floor, Ben lowered his trousers and shorts. His baloney of a cock sprang up to whip about in mid-air before locking into a rocket-like erection. It was at least eight inches long and thick as a small wrist.
Estelle stared at the red-headed monster sticking up, and she got an idea which would help her gain time.
"Let me suck it!" she said.
"Huh?"
"Oh, we don't have time for that!" Harry snapped, bringing the papers. "Hurry up, Ben, and fuck off!"
"But he's got such a beautiful, big prick!" Estelle cried. "I've never sucked such a huge one! Please!"
Harry stared at her in consternation, as if he felt he hadn't really known her when they lived together.
"Mr. Vance, if she's hot to suck it, I don't mind!" Ben said, moving up next to her head.
"All right!" Harry snapped. He was curious to find out if his wife's oral technique had improved since he had forced her to suck him on their last night together.
Ben helped her sit up and she winced as her bruised bottom came into contact with the vinyl sofa cushion. But she couldn't worry about the hurt. Since her wrists were bound behind her back, she couldn't position Ben's monster cock for her lips; he did it, tilting the whopper down and pointing it directly at her.
Feeling ashamed to fellate the man who had just punished her, but appreciating the opportunity to gain time, she leaned forward and began to swirl her wet tongue around Ben's big bulb.
"Aaaahhhh!" he rasped, enjoying the tactile sensation and the sight of the pretty woman licking his prick.
As he continued to hold his cock straight forward, Estelle licked all around the bulging knob. She got her mouth underneath it and waggled her tongue along the shaft, forcing his flesh-post to stick up in front of her nose.
When she reached his huge, dangling balls she licked them.
Harry rubbed himself through his pants while he watched. His own cock was rising.
Estelle got a perverse thrill out of giving mouth service to the brawny workman while her hands were tied behind her back. His nuts had a sweaty tang, and that added to her strange excitement.
She nudged her nose underneath his testicles and let them straddle it while she licked him down there. His stuck-up prick waggled in front of her forehead.
"Get on with it!" Harry said, and jerked the zipper down his fly. He brought out his hard cock, which looked puny compared to Ben's.
From the corner of her eye, Estelle watched Harry stroke himself as she walked her tongue to the head of Ben's prick, which he again pointed levelly toward her. She pursed her lips around the end of his gigantic bulb and pushed forward. Her mouth stretched wide, and she just did succeed in getting her lips around Ben's huge cockhead.
She sucked on the juicy thing as Harry jacked himself off. Time passed.
Estelle twisted her head, rotating her hot, wet mouth on the workman's bulb-ended whang. She swallowed frequently, drinking down the bland fluid that was leaking from his flared slit. Her velvet tongue stroked his glans as she sucked it.
She managed to pump her elastically clasping lips an inch or two along his shaft-but that was as far as she could go, because his prick was too huge! It thrilled her to have such a monstrous golly-whopper poking into her face.
Still, she continued to be very conscious of time. That was what she needed. Lots of time.
She let Ben's prick escape from her circling lips, and it whipped straight up. She went back to licking along his shaft.
"Cut that out!" Harry snapped as he squeezed and stroked his cock that stuck out of his tailored trousers. "Fuck her, Ben! Go at her from behind!"
"But I want to suck him some more!" Estelle cried. "Ooh, his prick's so delicious!"
"You've turned into a hell of a cock-lover, baby!" her husband said. "I've got to give you credit for that! But we can't drag this out all day! Get onto her ass, Ben!"
The brawny laborer gave her a twist, and she flopped onto her belly on the sofa. He jerked her ass into the air, pushing her knees forward for support. Her titties were mashed against the sofa cushion, as was her cheek, because her hands were still behind her back and she couldn't lean on them. She felt intensely humiliated.
Ben knelt on the sofa behind her. He stared at her pink girlish slit, lined by light-brown hairs. Her rosy ass-cheeks mounded high and were quite wide, because of her present position.
The workman nudged his cock into her rosy crevice, found the entrance to her vagina, and jammed his immense knob into that slick hole, stretching it. Estelle gasped. The man's pussy-plugger tunneled deeper and deeper into her helpless twat until it was buried to his balls. She felt shockingly impaled.
Ben began to withdraw and push rhythmically, stroking his monstrous red plunger in and out of her upturned cunt. Her circling membrane stroked him snugly, but she was so wet inside that there was no drag. Each thrust of his whopper up her hot hole gave her a giddy thrill, which she didn't want. But she was powerless to control her responses.
She began to bob and weave her elevated ass, her cunt seeming to grasp at the man's gigantic prick.
"Give it to her, Ben, you goddamned horse!" Harry rasped and masturbated intensely.
Estelle watched him through glazed eyes as Ben fucked her. The workman clutched her hips and stretched her plump butt-cheeks apart. He eyed her tight ass-hole as he stroked his cock in her hair-fringed passage just below.
Suddenly he pulled his prick from her quim with a wet, sucking sound, and rammed the torpedo against her defenseless anus.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" she bawled. "OOOH, HARRY, DON"T LET HIM DO THAAAAT!"
"Do it, Ben!" her lust-maddened husband said. "Ram it up the old dirt road!"
The workman grinned, baring his teeth, as he pushed his eight-inch prick against her anus. Estelle gasped. She moaned when she felt her anal puckers start to spread.
She would have been severely hurt if she hadn't already been speared twice in the ass, by lesser cocks. Since her anus was conditioned to such perverse treatment, it opened quite readily.
It had to open wider than ever to accommodate Ben's bulging glans. The rosy circle spread until it was about to snap, then rolled over the rim of his cockhead, clasping it in the heat of her rectum.
He grunted and pushed, grinding his tree-trunk deeper up her ravaged rear. She moaned, and her dilated ass-hole burned fiercely. When Ben had achieved sufficient depth to give him stroking room, he mercifully didn't drive into her any further and began pumping.
Estelle's ass-hole had never been fucked like that before-with such thick, throbbing power. She nearly blacked out as Ben's meaty plunger drove forward and back, between her quivering buttocks. Her rosy mouth was wide open. Tears streamed down her face.
"AAAHHHHHHHRGH!" Harry groaned, and spurted white cream from his quivering prick. It looped in the air and splatted onto the expensive carpet.
If only Ben would come! Estelle thought in the bleary haze of her hurt and passion. Oh no, I don't want him to yet! WHERE'S FATHER?
Ben kept pumping in and out of her stretched, rippling ass-hole, plunging his wrist-thick pecker into her bowels. He groaned and writhed. Estelle's ass resumed weaving.
God help me, she thought, I'm going to COME!
She began to shake as her bottom bobbed up and down. She moaned in ass-fucked ecstasy.
Ben spurted, and he seemed to pour a gallon of thick, ooshy man-cream into her guts!
The door burst open.
"You can't go in there, Mr. Truesdale!" a girl's voice exclaimed.
Caleb entered anyway, and stared at the shocking scene. Harry's red-haired secretary was right behind him.
Estelle's bound wrists and the guilty expression on Ben's face told the story. Harry's stupid look, as he stood holding his dripping penis in one hand and the papers he had wanted Estelle to sign in the other, furnished an unnecessary but doubly damning postscript.
"Oooooooh, Daddy!" Estelle cried, sobbing.
"Call the security guards!" Caleb ordered the secretary.
"Now, wait a minute, Truesdale!" Harry said as he frantically stuffed his penis into his pants.
Caleb swung a right to his chin and followed with a quick left to the middle. A clean, Spartan lifestyle had kept Caleb strong at sixty, and his son-in-law sank to the carpet like a sack of rags.
The white-haired man turned to Ben, but the laborer had pulled his prick from Estelle's ass and was running for the door. He bumped a gaping fileclerk, knocking the young girl onto her fanny. Her legs flew into the air, exposing her hairy, pantyless crotch.
"That bastard won't get far!" Caleb said. "Are you all right, Estelle?"
"I'll live," she whimpered as she lay flat on the couch. "Just untie me."
In less than two minutes the security man had arrived, and Caleb showed them his daughter's court order. She instructed them to hold Harry for the police.
"Wait a minute," Caleb advised, clutching his daughter's arm. "That isn't what we agreed. If Harry behaves himself, he can be valuable to usand he'd better behave from now on, or else!"
"But, Daddy, after what he made Ben do to me...? "
"It's up to you, honey," the elder Truesdale said. "But this is a tough company to run. We'd have to scramble to replace Harry and keep everything moving smoothly."
Harry was picking himself off the floor and trying to shake the cobwebs from his brain.
"Is this my company now, or not?" Estelle demanded, oblivious to the fact that she was standing naked in a circle of gaping men and women.
"Yeah ... it's yours!" Harry growled in defeat.
"Do you want to stay on as manager, under my terms and subject to my control?" she asked.
"He nodded, looking down. All the fight was out of him.
"Then don't have him arrested," Estelle told the security guards. "But get him out of here. I don't want to see him for awhile."
She snuggled into her father's arms, and he gave her a comforting embrace.
The others drifted out of the office, and the door was shut.
"Daddy, we did it!" Estelle said, and wiped the residue of tears from her cheeks.
"You did it, you mean! Honey, you're amazing! I think I'm prouder of you than I ever was before!"
Estelle kissed him.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Estelle sat behind her desk in the special office which was maintained for her in the executive suite. She seldom used it, because Harry ran the company. But she came in occasionally to look over the profit reports and make a few policy decisions-mostly just to keep Harry honest.
She touched a gleaming silver button at the side of her desk, then leaned back in her leather chair and waited. Very soon the door opened, and her ex-husband walked in.
"Yes, Estelle?" he said in a subservient tone which was totally unlike the one he formerly used with her.
"I'm ... uuh ... nervous, Harry," she said, and stood up from her desk. She walked to the couch at the side of the room and daintily sat on the edge of it, her thighs pressed together.
Harry knelt in front of her. It wasn't necessary for her to say anything else, because he knew what to do. She had trained him to respond as quickly and surely as a show-dog.
He lifted her skirt high on her thighs, exposing the alabaster skin above her stocking tops. Taut garters tugged her stockings into peaks against her smooth thighs.
Harry's obsequious hands glided up her thighs to her white panties which he gathered in his grasp. He drew her panties out from under her buttocks, down her legs, and off her feet. He shook the dainty undies out and placed them carefully on the couch beside her.
Estelle swung her thighs wide apart, exposing her hair-trimmed snatch.
"Serve me, Harry!" she said, verbalizing the order not because it was required, but because it pleased her.
Her ex-husband and the general manager of the company bowed his well-groomed head and began to lick gently along the soft, warm slit of her pussy. He took lots of time preparing her, his tongue-tip gradually insinuating itself into her cunt folds. As she moistened, he used his thumbs to stretch her glistening, rosy lips apart, and he licked the smooth, tasty girl-flesh.
His tongue reamed the pulsating mouth of her vagina, them tickled her tingly clit.
Finally, when he sensed that she was ready, he clasped her erect clitty between his lips and sucked on it while beating a tattoo against its tip with his tongue.
Estelle squirmed her ass on the edge of the sofa and locked her stocking-clad legs around the back of her ex-husband's head. She began to bump her juicy cunt against his mouth, smearing her syrup all over his lips and onto his cheeks.
Waves of luscious warmth coursed through her, lifting her to a crest of passion. When she was almost there, she cried:
"Now, Harry! stick your tongue in my hole!"
Obediently her ex-husband wriggled his meaty oral instrument into the mouth of her vagina and began to stroke it steadily in and out, across the quivering tip of her clitoris.
Estelle gasped. She clutched Harry's gently bobbing head. She mashed him fiercely into her crotch and came all over his face!
She fell back, letting go of him, and he stood up.
There was yet something which remained for him to do, and Estelle had the pleasure of watching as he walked to a waste-basket and stood in front of it. He unzipped his trousers and removed his cock, which had stiffened while he was tongue-fucking her.
Holding his erection in his hand, he humiliatingly jacked off while Estelle observed with a faint smile on her lips. They had gone through this routine many times, but she still enjoyed it. She felt she always would.
Harry's hand flew faster and faster along his thrusting column, lightly stroking his sensitive cock-ridge. Suddenly he caught his breath and snatched up the wastebasket with his free hand. His sperm spurted into it as he quivered from head to toes.
"Very good Harry!" Estelle said as he zipped up. "That will be all for today."
He meekly left her office, shutting the door behind him.
Estelle rose and picked up her panties. She stepped into them, pulling them along her legs. She snugged the silky garment into place around her pouting buttocks and let her skirt drop.
The come Harry had given her, which was good but shallow, set her up perfectly for a date she had arranged for that evening. It was with a handsome salesman from Chicago, who wanted an order from Vance Electronics. Harry had already decided to buy his components, but it would be up to Estelle to close the negotiations, following a candle-lit dinner in her apartment.
She would let the salesman drive a hard bargain ... but on her terms.
