In recent years the public has been flooded with a host of books that claim to bring to our attention various problems of contemporary society. Vast tomes are written on the current dangers to marriage as an institution, the possible disastrous effect of broken families on our civilization as a whole, and various and sundry other portents of doom.
Now we have no complaints about serious investigation into this field, for our times are beset by a bewildering barrage of change, so much change that it is hard for any of us to know where we stand from one day to the next. No, the problems are real and deserve to be discussed, but it is the form that the discussion takes that alarms us. Usually we are faced with dry pseudo-scientific works giving lists of statistics or putting forth Professor so-and-so's theory of impending disaster, all couched in terms so vague and academic that we usually fall asleep trying to wade through the verbal swamp.
But where are the people the reports pretend to talk about? What happens to the human element? From time to time one begins to get the impression that the reports themselves are as much a symptom of the increasing dehumanization around us as the problems they catalog. That is why we feel that this new and exciting book by Author Benton Collier has come to public attention at just the right time. Mr. Collier dares give a description of flesh and blood characters - living, breathing, suffering, sinning people involved in the daily problems and cares, and yes, lusts, that beset so many of us. By following the history of a young married couple and three other persons (we include the dog Rajah in this category) we are able to see that there are different solutions for different people. And in the course of the touching story portrayed in these pages, we begin to love some of the characters and hate others. But is Karl, the hotel clerk, really evil, or just a man with limited goals? And isn't it possible to find in the hard cynical Yvonne, a woman ready to give herself to any kind of pleasure, occasional flashes of warm human insight?
We, the publishers, know that whatever opinions our readers form as to the characters of the protagonists in this daring and revealing book, they will find it gripping and entertaining reading. We also hope that it will provide a little deeper glimpse into some of the complexities of human life that we all share.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
It was a small hotel, only four or five stories high, set in the middle of the block in a quiet street of a small Midwestern town: Bentonville. The hotel seemed to have no name, at least all the sign over the front door said was "Hotel," and under that "Day-week-month." Most of the guests in the hotel were regulars, renting by the month and taking their meals three times a day in the small dining room, once very well furnished but now slowly disintegrating into a fine powder of molding carpets and dusty velvet drapes.
At one time it had been one of the best hotels in town, but the city center had passed on by as the town grew, and instead of the local elite, the hotel now catered to several old ladies and a few younger people, mostly single and in between more permanent lodgings.
The desk clerk was a fairly new addition to the hotel, having been hired only a couple of years ago, but somehow he managed to look as if he had been sitting behind the long walnut counter ever since the hotel was built, almost growing out of the honeycombed latticework of the mail boxes behind him, like some sea creature anchored in coral. His coloring was dark, nearly matching in the dim light the worn shiny wood that framed his little cubicle.
His name was Karl Murdock, and it fit him. He was a big, blocky, not very good-looking man about forty-five years old. Sitting next to him was an immense, beautifully marked German shepherd, leaning sleepily against one wall as Murdock absent-mindedly stroked his massive head.
It was quiet in the lobby, the kind of quiet that makes it seem like it has lasted a long time, but broken every now and then by the sound of an angry fly trying to butt its way through the dusty green-tinted window out into the fading afternoon light. Murdock looked at his watch.
"About time to feast the old eyes, Rajah," Murdock said familiarly to his big animal companion. The dog looked up alertly, searching for meaning in his master's face. "Yeah," Murdock continued, "in about five minutes the most gorgeous hunk of tail that has ever graced this dingy flea trap is going to come through those humble doors, unfortunately not alone. It's a crime against humanity for any woman with a body like that to get married. She owes herself to the world."
Just then there was a flicker of movement from outside the window and a young couple came into view, heading for the front door. Murdock almost got up to open it for them, but decided he would just stay where he was so that he could savor at his leisure the treat he had been waiting for all afternoon. Rajah, too, saw the couple about to enter and whined eagerly. "You'd like a little of that too, wouldn't you, you horny sonuvabitch," Murdock chuckled at the dog and then lapsed once again into silence as the young man held the door open for his wife to precede him. She entered a little hesitantly, and then colored a little as she always did when she felt the desk clerk's eyes on her. Well worth waiting for, Murdock thought to himself as his eyes moved calmly up over the lovely young blonde standing before him, starting at her slender ankles, sliding up the trim rounded calves, hesitating a moment at the spot where her full firm thighs disappeared up into her skirt, savoring her richly swelling hips, marveling at her tiny waist. But it was her breasts that his gaze finally locked on. Truly her crowning achievement, the desk clerk thought to himself, daydreaming at what beautiful milk-white flesh must lie underneath the enticing swell of her suit jacket. Although the girl was conservatively, almost prudishly dressed each time he saw her, Murdock could tell by the way her heavy yet high-set breasts followed her movements that they were unbelievably firm for all their size. You can't fool an old tit man, he thought to himself.
Not wanting to push his luck too much, Murdock finally looked up into the girl's face. "Have a good day, Mr. Walker, Mrs. Walker?" he asked blandly, automatically reaching behind him for their room key as he admired the young bride's lovely features. Her face was dominated by big blue eyes and framed in a rich cascade of honey blonde hair, but once again Murdock noticed the slight, almost imperceptible tightness around her soft full lips, a sure sign of sexual frustration in his book. What a shame, she just isn't getting enough, he thought. It was the young man who answered him.
"How the hell anyone can have a good time in all that traffic, I don't know," he said disgustedly. "That's the last time I go for a drive on a Sunday afternoon." He looked almost accusingly... at his wife, as if he blamed her for dragging him out on a day when he would rather be lying at home, drinking beer and watching television. He was about twenty-five years old, good looking and well built. Both he and his wife had been living in the hotel for nearly two weeks, while they waited for their new house to be completed.
"Oh, Dennis," the young blonde said. "You know this is the only day we can get out. If you expect me to sit in this hotel seven days a week... " Her voice trailed off a little pettishly as the door behind her opened and another woman came in from the street. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Foster," the young blonde said, hoping she hadn't just sounded like a shrew. There was something about the new arrival that made her want to be on her best behavior every time she saw her. Mrs. Foster was a woman. about twenty-nine or thirty years old. She too was beautiful but it would have been hard to compare her beauty with the younger Mrs. Walker's, they were so different. The new arrival was dark and tawny, where the younger girl was blonde and creamy, and at first glance seemed to be more slender. But slenderness was not the right word, sinuous would be better. There was a feline grace about Mrs. Foster that slowly impressed itself on the observer until he found himself entranced by each lithe graceful movement of her body. She was pure, sultry, potential sex.
"Hello, how's the new house coming?" she asked, saying just the right thing as always. The blonde girl immediately responded to the opening and for the next several moments poured out a seemingly endless stream of words on her favorite subject. Finally, her husband managed to stem the flow and led her off up the stairs, leaving Murdock staring wistfully after the departing blonde while Mrs. Foster looked on in amusement.
"Still got the hots for Blondie?" she asked when she and the desk clerk were finally alone. "You better believe it. I'll never rest until I've sunk my stump right up to her gorgeous little tonsils."
"Don't you ever think of anything, but sex?"
"Hello no, and neither do you, Yvonne," Murdock chuckled. "I would hardly put it that way," the woman said with an answering smile. "It's just that after getting rid of that dud of a husband of mine, I decided I'd never do without it again. Why should I? The world crawls with sex."
Yvonne Foster and Karl Murdock had been lovers ever since the dark-haired woman had moved to the hotel six months ago. They found in each other willing partners in their insatiable appetites for physical pleasure. While they were quite fond of one another, Murdock and Yvonne had never let possessiveness mar their mostly physical relationship, but instead often helped each other line up new partners. For some time Yvonne had been amused by her older paramour's fascination with the seemingly untouchable Sue Walker. They had discussed possible approaches to the young blonde housewife, but had never been able to decide on a way for Murdock to break through the young woman's obvious faithfulness to her husband. Yvonne had been getting increasingly annoyed with the whole thing, because the preoccupied Murdock had been neglecting her lately, too wrapped up in his obsession with his honey blonde dream.
"There has to be a key somewhere," Murdock was muttering. "I'm pretty sure the girl is frustrated, but whether it's from not getting enough of what she wants or just not wanting enough, I don't know. I'm gonna try and find out tonight. I've been busy with their room while they were out playing follow the leader on the freeway."
"This hotel has been a gold mine for you, hasn't it Karl? For women, I mean. But God, do you have to fuck them all?"
"Why not?" Murdock answered, stretching lazily. "You haven't done so badly here yourself. Remember that salesman who came through here last month?"
"One in a million," Yvonne answered with a sour grimace. "Most of the men I've seen here look like their next stop is skid row. Which brings up a thought. I've been taking a little closer look at your heart throb's hubby. There may be possibilities in that boy."
"Are' you kidding?" Murdock asked incredulously. "The only thing that kid thinks about is his job at the bank and how he's going to be the youngest vice-president they ever had."
"Maybe so, maybe so, but underneath that trivial mind lurks a nice strong body, and maybe even a big cock. And you know how little Yvonne likes to teach innocent young men new tricks. Anyhow, it'll give me something to do with my time while you worry yourself to death over his uptight wife."
The sultry divorcee was already heading for the stairs as she said these last words and when Murdock looked up, surprised at the waspishness in her normally perfectly controlled voice, she was already disappearing around the first landing. For a moment he thought of calling her back and ending the conversation on a little warmer basis, but his mind was too filled with his plans for that night. Yes, tonight he was going to see if he could move into high gear towards seducing Sue Walker he mused silently, and the first thing any good strategist would do is a little intelligence work. You can't make plans if you didn't have information, and tonight he would start gathering information.
The evening moved slowly for Murdock. He had to go through the nightly ritual of arousing the cook from his alcoholic lethargy so that dinner could be prepared. An old woman from down the street served as waitress and dishwasher in return for free meals, and between her, Murdock, and the cook, dinner was served, the guests eating in their usual communal silence, and by ten o'clock the day was once again officially over for Murdock.
The big man locked the front door, a gnawing excitement building in his belly, for tonight he was going to do something that could get him in a lot of trouble if he was caught. Calling to the dog, Murdock went quietly up the stairs to his room. Rajah followed happily but once inside, the big German shepherd looked dismayed when it became clear that Murdock was going to leave him behind.
"Sorry, old buddy," his master said apologetically, "but I can't 'take the chance of you making any noise and giving me away." Shutting the door behind him, Murdock stepped out into the hall and stood quietly for a moment, listening. All was silent. Everyone seemed to be in their rooms.
Satisfied that he would not be observed, the big man went quickly up the stairs until he reached the top. Fumbling with a ring of keys in front of a small door, he finally found the one that opened it. There was a flight of narrow stairs inside, and Murdock went up them carefully, trying to make no noise. In a moment he was in the attic, a dusty unused, low-ceilinged room with occasional pieces of ancient moldy furniture piled here and there. Going straight to one wall, Murdock ran his fingers lightly over the woodwork, until, with a grunt of satisfaction, he found a small section of the molding that moved under his touch. He drew in a deep breath and then slowly slid aside the wood flooring and kneeling, put his eyes to the hole below.
Murdock was looking down into one of the hotel rooms. Below him was a large bed and on the other side of the room he could see the bathroom door. Sue Walker sat on the bed and her husband Dennis slouched disconsolately in an easy chair.
"Damn it, Sue," Dennis was saying. "Why do you have to make everything so hard? What do you expect me to do, give up my job so I can stay home and entertain you?"
"Oh, Dennis, why do you have to reduce everything to the absurd? You're not the one who has to stay in this grimy old hotel all day long. Maybe if you were, you'd understand. Why, I don't even have a kitchen to keep me busy."
"Look, you heard the builder the last time we spoke to him. There've been a few problems with the work. The house won't be finished for another month, and that's all there is to it."
"A month! That's easy for you to say," Sue said plaintively. "At least you can go to the office every day and get out of here."
"Well, go down to the lobby and get to know some of the other guests," her husband said in mounting exasperation.
"I've tried that," Sue answered. "It's like a funeral home, and that Mr. Murdock makes me nervous the way he stares at me." Murdock stiffened as he watched and listened from above. Damn, maybe he had been a little too unguarded, he thought. But how the hell was any halfway normal man supposed to keep his eyes off a piece of tail like Sue Walker? "More paranoia," Dennis said in disgust. "Go out and join a club or something, just don't wear me out with problems I can't do anything about. All I know is that I have to get up and go to work in the morning. I'm going to bed." And. with that he rose from his chair and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. For a moment his young wife looked as if she were going to call some final remark through the door after him, but instead she just slumped down onto the bed dejectedly. Above her in the attic, Murdock heard her issue a long sad sigh. The beautiful young blonde sat silently for a moment and then got up resignedly and headed for the closet, beginning to unbutton her blouse as she moved. The watching desk clerk tensed as he saw Sue peel the garment from her, reaching behind herself to pull it down her arms, the motion causing her brassiere-clad breasts to rise high and taut. The young wife carefully hung up the blouse before she kicked off her shoes and began fumbling with her skirt, finally slipping it down over her firm full thighs and stepping gracefully out of it.
Murdock couldn't keep from sucking in his breath with a hiss as he looked at the beautiful woman standing below him, clad now only in brassiere, panties, sleek dark stockings and garter belt. He could hardly believe his luck. It looked like she was going to strip while he watched unseen.
After hanging her skirt alongside her blouse, Sue went over to sit on the edge of the bed, unhooking the snaps on her garter belt as she walked. Sitting with her long graceful legs extended in front of her, the young blonde housewife slid her stockings down over the softly tapering flesh of her calves until she finally rolled them down and off her tiny well-shaped feet. The garter belt followed. Then to the watching Murdock's delight she stood up and reached behind her to unhook the brassiere that clung tightly to her magnificent breasts. Murdock held his breath as she quickly pulled the flimsy garment down over her arms, freeing the beautiful pink tipped mounds before his gaze. By God, he thought to himself, they were even better than he had expected, standing out firm and proud, jutting forward over Sue Walker's softly incurving belly as if they were made of some kind of warm, vibrant, flesh-colored marble.
Unaware that she was being observed, the lovely young woman had been standing sideways to Murdock's vantage point, but now she made a quarter turn so that she was directly facing him. Murdock continued to watch in hypnotized lust as his temporary boarder hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, her arms pressing forward and in as she pulled down so that her breasts were forced closer together from the motion, moving like living putty under the pressure. But the, hidden voyeur now had eyes only for the deep hidden cleft between Sue's legs as she slid her white nylon panties down her firm full thighs, and over her calves and feet. She had to stoop to do this and for a moment Murdock's view of the beautiful young wife's now-naked loins was cut off. But then she gracefully stood up again, her panties in her hand and the peeping Tom's lustful gaze fastened eagerly on the curl-fringed triangle nestled high up between her satiny thighs. For a moment he thought he could make out the thin pink ribbon of her vaginal flesh amidst the blonde curls, but then he wasn't sure as she moved unselfconsciously across the room - towards the closet, like some naked goddess, her cream-white skin gleaming in the bedside light. Murdock could feel his cock throbbing maddeningly in his pants as he watched the girl walk, her heavily rounded breasts dancing a little with each step.
Damn, damn, damn, I just got to have her, he thought desperately to himself. He knew he would never rest until he had sampled and tasted and used every inch of her lust-inciting body. But now what the hell was she doing? Christ, she was picking up a nightgown, Murdock almost groaned aloud as his naked quarry raised her arms to settle the wispy garment down over her head, her breasts rising maddeningly as she did so, until it looked as if the rosy little nipples were pointing right up at him. Then she was covered, or almost covered. It was one of those shorty nightgowns that barely hid her buttocks, leaving revealed the gently curving lines where her ass-cheeks swelled gracefully out over her thighs, and permitting the darker shading of her nipples to show through the thin material. In a way it was almost more enticing than if she were still completely naked, Murdock thought to himself.
At least her husband seemed to think so as he came out of the bathroom, wearing only his T-shirt and shorts. Dennis Walker stopped in his tracks, obviously moved by the soft blonde apparition before him. "Sue, I... " he said after a moment's hesitation, his voice a little thick, his eyes fixed on her barely hidden breasts. The young couple came slowly together, unaware that they were being watched. Dennis circled his wife with his arms, pulling her close to him.
"Sue," he began in a soft voice. "I'm sorry if I haven't been more understanding lately, but maybe this place is getting me down too."
"Oh, darling," his wife answered, nestling her golden head against the hollow of his throat, "It's been just as much my fault as yours. I think we're going to have to be careful that we don't take out our frustrations on each other. It'll only be a little while more and then... oh, Dennis... " Sue's voice trailed away huskily as her husband began to slide his lips over her slender white neck, letting his tongue dart out hotly into the sensitive orifice of her ear, A little shudder passed over the young wife's body and then she pressed tightly up against her husband's body as their lips met in a long and passionate kiss, "Oh, Dennis," Sue said again as he guided her slowly backward toward the bed. She moved willingly with him, never letting her body leave his until the edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees, making her fall back onto the bed, her long blonde hair spilling out around her and her nightgown pulling up to bare the first yellow tendrils of pubic hair. With a groan of desire, Dennis followed her down, pinning her to the mattress with his strong young body.
From his hidden perch above, Murdock could see that the beautiful young wife was very excited. She tossed and moaned and thrust her hips up toward her young banker husband's questing fingers as they slipped in between her naked pussy-lips, lewdly massaging her gleaming wet cuntal slit to white-hot readiness. The secretly watching hotel clerk began' to automatically massage his own blood-engorged shaft that was throbbing inside his bulging trousers. Christ, he had never expected to see this, he thought! A little bare ass, yes, but it looked like he was going to see this young stud pound it right up into his sexy little wife, now turned into a mass of panting, throbbing, demanding female flesh.
In a flash of his hand, Dennis had stripped Sue's skimpy nightgown from her writhing body, and was now struggling to pull off his shorts and at the same time hold contact with his wildly excited young wife. In a moment too he was totally naked, his rigid penis jutting out like a threatening sword ready to slice deep into Sue's quivering white belly.
"Oh, Dennis... darling... take me, make love to me... make me happy...!" The eavesdropping desk clerk would never before have been able to imagine these words coming from the lips of the seemingly cool, untouchable Susan Walker. And even less would he have been able to picture her as she was now, writhing in passionate need beneath her eager young husband. The panting girl spread her legs wide, bent at the knees to allow her husband easy access to her needful loins, and Murdock gazed in impotent hunger as he looked down at the lust-inciting feast spread out for someone else. Sue's widespread thighs had pulled her pouting pussy-lips far apart, baring the thin pink inner petals of flesh, glistening in obscene invitation from her copiously flowing vaginal secretions.
Dennis too saw what. awaited him, and, rearing up on his knees, he took his massive penis in one hand and guided it forward into the hot wet slit before him, sliding the blue-veined shaft slowly up and down in the moist softness, smearing his thick knobby cock-head with his wife's fragrant sex juices while a smile of pure sensual delight crossed over his features.
Finally, able to stand it no longer, the handsome young husband guided his swollen penis straight into Sue's hungrily waiting vagina and let his whole body fall forward, driving his desire-stiffened rod deep into the unresisting flesh below. Sue's eyes opened wide, half in shock and pain, half in bliss as she felt his powerful member ram deep up inside her needfully pulsating belly. Both husband and wife seemed paralyzed for a moment as they lay together obscenely joined by Dennis' impaling cock, but then Dennis began a slow rhythmic fucking into his wife's tender, blonde-curled loins, gradually lengthening his strokes until his gleaming penis was flashing in and out of her in a smooth strong rhythm as she moaned out her passion.
Eager to feel as much of her husband inside her as she could, Sue began to drive her own loins up hard against his, planting her feet on the mattress and arching her back as she groaned from the effort. Her soft blonde hair flailed from side to side on the mattress as she tossed her head in wild sexual abandon, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. "Dennis... lover... I've waited so long... oh, it's so good, better than ever before... " The young housewife hardly seemed aware of what she was saying but rather had her whole concentration fixed on her body, drowning in the blissful waves of sensation flooding up from her deeply filled pussy. Never in his life had the watching Murdock seen a woman so totally abandoned to an act of sexual pleasure and once again he promised himself that he would have her for himself.
He watched in dry-mouthed wonder as her breasts danced and jiggled from the tremendous fucking she was receiving from her husband. It was clear to the experienced Murdock that Sue was fast nearing her climax. Her hands were clenching and unclenching helplessly while her toes curled spasmodically down into the mattress. The strong upward thrusting of her loins had changed to a short sharp jerking and twisting as she seemed to try to screw her husband's entire lust-quenching penis and testicles deep between her trembling white legs.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded. "Oh God, darling... I'm almost there... I'm going to cum if you keep it up... " As he heard her words, Dennis' face paled with strain. "I-I can't," he groaned, his whole body shuddering with the effort. "I-I'm going to cum...now...can't
hold it back... AAAAAAHHHHH!" The young man's body arched with this last low guttural groan and he went rigid, holding his cock buried deep up inside his wife's wildly plunging body, caught in the paralyzing throes of his orgasm. "Oooooh, God, I'm cummmmmiiinnngggg!" he gasped and the watching Murdock could see the thick white cum running back out around the base of the young man's twitching cock, his wife's cunt unable to absorb it all.
"Oh God, no, not yet!" Sue wailed below him in frustration as she desperately ground her frantic loins up against her husband's still-buried cock, trying to bring on her own orgasm, hovering so near. "You promised," she sobbed half-hysterically. "You said the next time you'd make me cum." She continued to strain her pelvis up against Dennis' loins until his now fast-shrinking cock slipped out of her futilely clasping vagina, trailing sticky white threads of his sperm behind it. Sensing the loss, Sue let her trembling body fall back on the bed but was unable for several moments to stop the slow grinding motion of her hips. Finally she lay still, her legs splayed lewdly open, a cold bitter look on her passion-ravished face. Dennis rolled from her body, totally exhausted. It was a moment before he could speak, and then he began shamefacedly: "I'm sorry, honey, but I just couldn't hold it back. You looked so damn beautiful and sexy lying there... well I guess I just got too excited."
"What makes this different than any other time," Sue began bitterly, but then checked herself as she saw the hurt look on her husband's face. "I didn't mean that, darling," she said quickly, softening her voice and laying a hand gently on his shoulder. "I-I... we've had a hard day. There'll be plenty of time to make it up later." She began to stroke Dennis' head almost as if he had been the denied one, and in a few moments her satiated young husband lay sleeping soundly beside her, his snores vibrating the air. It was then that Murdock saw the young wife's features crumple in grief and frustration and for a moment he thought she was going to finish the job with her own fingers as he saw one hand stray towards her shining wet pussy. But with an obvious effort of will, the beautiful young blonde drew back her hand and lay staring at the ceiling, slow tears turning her eyes into shining blue lakes of sorrow.
Murdock took one long last look at the naked beauty sprawled on the bed just as her over-hasty husband had left her. For awhile he didn't think he was going to be able to tear himself away from the enchanting sight, but finally he noiselessly slid his peep-hole shut and got quietly to his feet, a slow exhilaration building inside him. He knew now that somehow he was going to be successful. Before too much time had passed, he too would have the lovely Mrs. Walker twisting and squealing beneath his punishing cock. By God, she needed it bad enough!
CHAPTER TWO
As soon as Murdock was back in the hallway he headed straight for his own room. He could hear Rajah whining excitedly inside as the big dog sensed his approach.
"Sorry about the solitary confinement, old boy," Murdock said to the dog as he opened the door. "But if you'd been watching what I was watching you'd have gone out of your horny canine mind." With an affectionate chuckle, the big man roughly patted the top of his faithful companion's head. Then he headed out of the door, letting the German shepherd follow him this time. There was another door not far from his own and Murdock knocked sharply on it before trying the knob. It turned under his hand and he opened the door without hesitation.
"Hey!" an outraged female voice said and in the back of the room Murdock could see a flash of milk-white flesh as Yvonne Foster hastily pulled a robe around her naked body. "Oh, it's you," she said, letting go her hold on the front of the gown so that it gaped open slightly, giving Murdock a hint of the soft shadowy treasures within.
"Yup, the Lone Ranger and Tonto," Murdock said as he closed the door behind Rajah, unable to keep the exultation out of his voice. "Went on a little scouting mission up on the north forty and now I know I'm going to be nailing it to little Mizz Walker."
"Oh God, not that again," the dark-haired divorcee said, rolling her eyes towards the ceiling in mock horror. "What'd you do? Flood their room with nerve gas so you could ravish her unconscious young body at your leisure?"
"Very funny, smart ass," Murdock said. "As a matter of fact I watched the little doll get fucked by her hubby, and what a mess he made of it, too. Let me tell you something: Sue Walker likes it and needs it bad, and, being a nice guy I'm ready to sacrifice myself so that she doesn't have to go through life frustrated." He laughed and dramatically spread his arms as if offering himself while thrusting his hips forward in a lewd bump and grind.
"Oh boy, what a ego," Yvonne said sarcastically as she sat back in a chair. "And what the hell makes you think she's going to fall into your arms? If she's frustrated now, she's been frustrated a long time, and I haven't seen her slipping you secret notes to come up to her room while hubby's away."
Her comments struck home and Murdock's face fell a little as he began to realize that he really didn't know how he was going to get Sue Walker into bed with him. The tremendous sexual stimulation of seeing the lovely young blonde spread-eagled on a bed while her husband fucked the hell out of her had filled him with such lust that his mind had wishfully considered the deed already done. As he thought back to the wild scene he had witnessed just a few moments ago, a familiar ache began again in his loins and he could feel his cock pushing against his pants as it began to grow.
"Hey, what's this?" Yvonne jeered as her sharp eyes immediately noticed the bulge jerking inside his trousers. "I do declare, I think you're hiding something in your pants, and I think it's alive!"
Murdock flushed at her tone of voice. "Damn right it's alive," he growled. "And after what it just saw upstairs it's gonna jump right out of my pants, maybe right up between your legs." Murdock took a half step towards Yvonne's chair, his eyes fixed on the deep cleavage that showed at the top of her loosely held robe. By God, he thought, the night wasn't going to end up half bad after all!
"Hey, wait a moment," Yvonne cried out, getting hastily to her feet and backing away. "You're not going to go get steamed up over someone else and take it out on me. What do you think I am, a punchboard?"
"Whatever you are, you'll do, baby," Murdock said hoarsely. When the beautiful dark-haired divorcee had got up, the robe fell open even more, baring one voluptuously well-shaped breast and letting Murdock see the dark curl-fringed "vee" high up between her thighs. Christ, what a woman, the big man thought to himself. For a moment all thoughts of Sue Walker were driven from his mind.
But Yvonne wasn't having any of it. "I mean it, big boy," she said, genuinely angry that Murdock had ignored her for days, only turning to her now when he couldn't get the woman he really wanted. She saw the big man stop as he came toward her, an angry flush on his face. But the most annoying thing to her was that she wanted him! The sight of his burgeoning penis visibly throbbing underneath his pants reminded her that she had not been made love to for several days. Still, she hated to give in. Then an idea suddenly occurred to her a way to put Murdock in his place while getting what she needed.
"Goddamn, what is this, Yvonne?" Murdock was saying. "You know damn well I don't like to be turned down... "
"Maybe I want somebody else, just like you do," Yvonne cut in. Murdock stopped speaking and looked at her for a moment. "Well, he ain't here now, so I'll just fill in for him... "
"Oh yes he is," Yvonne said triumphantly. "Standing right behind you," and she pointed to Rajah.
"What?" Murdock roared. "You want my dog instead of me?"
"Why not? I know how you've trained him, and don't forget; I was watching the time you sicked him onto that little redhead that lived downstairs. From what I saw then, that dog can fuck. " For a moment Murdock looked like he was going to have a stroke, his face was so red. Then a rueful smile came over his face and he chuckled. "Well I'll be... " he started, and turning to Rajah he said, "you hear that old buddy? The lady over there wants you to do her a little favor."
The big animal looked up inquisitively as his master spoke. He didn't quite know what was going on, but his keen senses picked up an air of tension in the room. Murdock dropped to his knees beside Rajah and turned the dog's body sideways to Yvonne, so that she could see the hairy protective sheath that hung down below his lean belly.
"So, you want Rajah's big hard dog-cock shoved up your cunt?" he said tauntingly. Yvonne nodded her head yes. All of a sudden she knew she was no longer playing. Although she had never admitted it to herself, she realized that that was just what she had wanted ever since that night over two months ago when Murdock had encouraged his pet to mount and fuck another woman while he and Yvonne watched. At the time she had been more or less upset by the lewd and depraved scene, but ever since then vivid images had crept back unbidden into her mind, images of how Rajah's huge scarlet penis had plunged time and time again up into the redhead's juicy cunt. God, the girl had seemed to love it! Yvonne could feel a hot moistness beginning to spread up between her legs as she once again relived the obscenely exciting memories.
"Well, baby," Murdock went on. "What makes you think I'm going to let you have my dog when you won't take me?" Licking his lips nervously, the crouching Murdock looked up through the nearly eight-inch gap in the front of Yvonne's robe. From his vantage point he could see a gleam of pink pussy flesh shining wetly through her soft brown pubic hair. Already the first dewdrops of cuntal moisture were becoming visible, shining like tiny pearls on the partially hidden lips of the excited brunette's soft, pouting pussy. Murdock knew Yvonne well. Once she got excited enough she'd do anything to assuage her lust. If he played his cards carefully... "Tell you what I'm going to do," the big man said, trying to make his voice as persuasive as possible. "You take care of me and I'll see that Rajah takes care of you."
"What do you mean?" Yvonne asked suspiciously.
"It's like this, he said. "I've got this little problem here," he indicated his still lewdly tented trousers, "and if the swelling doesn't go down soon, I'm afraid the poor thing just might pop. Something's gonna have to be done soon."
"So you want to fuck me. Who goes first, you or the dog?" Yvonne said with a slight sneer.
"Not so fast, not so fast," Murdock answered.
"I got a better idea. We all three go together."
"What are you getting at?"
"You suck me while the dog fucks you from behind," Murdock said with an evil leer. "What the hell do you think... " and then the full picture of what he was proposing burst on Yvonne's already aroused brain. After the first automatic reaction of hesitation, a hot flood of perverse lust began to seethe inside her belly as she saw herself the center of an unbelievably lewd and obscene drama. For a moment the sensuous young brunette stood completely still as her internal fires took more and more control of her body. Then, without a word, she dropped the robe in one fluid motion, leaving herself completely nude before the two males across the room.
Murdock sucked in his breath. Despite his long association with Yvonne, each time he saw her naked he felt as if it were the first time. As his eyes feasted hungrily on her lovely body he could not help but realize that she was all that any man could ever desire. In the dim light of her bedroom her flawless body was made mysterious by the way the shadows collected in every soft velvety hollow. Her firm, out-thrusting breasts swelled invitingly full from her sleek torso, tipped with sculpted dark nipples, already stiffening with the promise of passion. She was breathing hard, her soft-mounded breasts rising and falling as she stood waiting, and Murdock knew he had won.
For just a moment the kneeling man wondered why ever he wanted any other woman... but only for a moment. Deep in his heart he sensed that even more than the sex itself it was the triumph of conquest that was most important to him. Yvonne was easy; Sue Walker would be hard. And then after he had conquered her, she too would begin to lose her interest for him, just as had happened so often in the past. Not that. he no longer enjoyed making love to the beautiful women he had already seduced, but his hunger for fresh experience would drive him towards new feminine challenges, and the harder the better. But right now, all his attention and expectations were focused on the beautiful, naked and sexually aroused brunette standing panting before him. By God, one thing at a time!
"C'mere , baby," he said hoarsely, beckoning with his finger as he backed towards a chair. He sat down with his hips on the forward edge, his upper body leaning back. All her hesitation gone now, his lovely dark-haired mistress came forward, dropping lithely to her knees a couple of feet away and giving him a crooked little smile.
"Where's my lollipop?" she asked.
"I want you to take it out for me," Murdock answered, and grinned lewdly as Yvonne obediently moved between his outstretched legs, walking on her knees. That's how he liked them, he thought on their knees. Yvonne reached forward toward the zipper to his fly, but first her hand began to massage his swollen penis through the material of his pants, making him gasp as she moved her palm in little circles over his hotly throbbing hardness.
"Oh, Christ, pull it out, pull it out. I'm gonna cum before you even get the zipper down if you don't hurry."
"Would I still get Rajah?" she smiled sweetly up at him.
"Unh-unh," he moaned through gritted teeth.
"You don't get any dog-cock until my cock is in your mouth."
"Oh, what a meanie," she laughed and fumbled for the zipper, pulling it down so that his huge fleshy staff burst out through the open fly. Without another word, the scheming hotel clerk took Yvonne's hand and wrapped her fingers around his pulsing thickness, making her pull back the foreskin so that the swollen purplish head popped out a few inches in front of her suddenly interested eyes. Excitedly, Murdock pressed his spongy cock-flesh against her sensually full lips, forcing them to part until the aching tip was flattened against her still-closed teeth.
"Come on, open up," he hissed, but she moved her head back a moment, looking innocently up at him.
"Oh, daddy's in a hurry," she laughed, and then before he could reply, her tiny pink tongue darted out from between her lush red lips, stabbing up into the tiny slit in the end of his cock.
"Uhhh," he grunted from the first hot shock of feeling and then collapsed back into the chair as the beautiful divorcee began running her tongue hotly over his lust-swollen glans, cleaning from it the first tiny drops of semen that were already collecting there. Almost paralyzed by the overpowering sensations of pleasure that Yvonne's darting tongue were licking into his burning cock-head, Murdock let his head roll loosely from side to side while his own tongue licked out at his suddenly dry lips.
"Mmmmnnnn, that tasted good," Yvonne said, drawing back, savoring the pungent salty taste of her lover's pre-cum. "You think there might be any more in there?" she teased.
"Stop torturing me, you little bitch," Murdock growled, and leaning forward he tangled his hands in her lustrous dark hair, pulling her head cruelly down as he rammed his own loins forward.
"Hey, wait a... " Yvonne started to say, but her voice was choked off as Murdock's long thick penis rammed irresistibly in between her parted lips, sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, filling her mouth with hot hard cock. She could not help gagging as Murdock's hips began a slow undulation on the chair, his thick penis sliding in and out of her mouth with a lewd wet sucking sound as the big man guided her head with his meaty hands wrapped tightly in her hair. Leaning down with a grin, Murdock watched Yvonne's cheeks puffing out each time he pushed up between her wide-stretched lips, his cock ramming without mercy into her helplessly trapped face. It made an exciting picture: The beautiful brunette laboring over his half-naked loins, her head clamped between his two huge hands while his massive cock forced its way in and out of her straining lips and she groaned in submission below.
The svelte young divorcee had been taken by surprise when Murdock first rammed into her face, and for a moment she fought back, trying to pull away from his imprisoning grip. When it finally became clear to her that the impassioned hotel clerk wasn't going to let go, she decided she might as well get with it. Without warning she began sucking hard on the meaty shaft, letting her lower teeth scrape lightly along the tender underside of Murdock's cock as it slid relentlessly in and out of her tightly ovaled lips.
"Ahhh, God," the surprised would-be-ravisher said as he' felt Yvonne's tongue wrap hotly around his cock-head deep inside her warm moist oral cavern. As he looked down, she looked up, and their eyes met while her cheeks hollowed with the effort of her sucking. She tried to smile, as much as any woman could smile with an enormous penis her mouth, and then went willingly back to her work, knowing that if she didn't please the big man above her he was likely to strangle her with his frenzied lunges into her throat.
"That's a baby," Murdock moaned in delirious joy above the slaving Yvonne. "Oh, can you suck it, you can really suck it! Time for your reward... just like I promised," he wheezed. Turning to the dog he called, "Rajah, come here!"
The big German shepherd eagerly padded nearer. He had been increasingly nervous for the last few minutes, ever since Yvonne had dropped her robe. The sight of her beautiful naked body had caused the blood to begin rushing through his animal veins in tingling anticipation of what he hoped he'd be allowed to do. Even though he had been specially trained by his master, the powerful animal had had few opportunities to mount human females, but each new experience had planted deep in his animal mind a surging hunger for their big soft human bodies and the moist tender little mating holes that nestled in furry invitation up between their thighs.
Getting excitedly to his feet as soon as he had seen Yvonne undressing, the well-trained animal knew that he must wait for a signal, if any. Murdock had taught him to remain still, ready and waiting until the order was finally given, but it was difficult and his front legs shifted in excitement while his ears slanted alertly forward. Despite his discipline the eager animal began to whimper deep in his massive 'throat, while he wondered if this would be one of those times when his master would give the signal he so desperately hoped for.
With mounting confusion Rajah had watched Yvonne crawl between his master's wide-splayed legs, while the sight of her swelling white buttocks pointed back invitingly in his direction drove the trained animal wild with excitement. That soft tuft of dark hair was clearly visible up between her full rich thighs, indicating his hoped-for goal while at the same time his keen nose detected the hot musky odor of aroused female.
Finally the signal! Almost with disbelief, Rajah heard his master's passion-distorted voice urging him on towards the gleaming half-moons Yvonne was waggling back in his direction while her head continued to bob obediently up and down over Murdock's rhythmically thrusting loins. Not completely understanding what was happening this time, Rajah nevertheless moved slowly forward. As he came up behind the girl's slavering body, he cautiously extended his nose, pushing it up between her slightly parted thighs.
Yvonne's entire body jerked as she felt the hoped-for first touch of the German shepherd's cold nose against her waiting buttocks. Her questioning eyes looked quickly up at Murdock, but his only answer was a lewd grin. There was a full-length mirror across the room that gave him an unimpeded rear view of Yvonne's nakedly kneeling body, and he watched with growing lust as Rajah continued to sniff experimentally at his target. Unable to stand the strain of waiting, Yvonne tried to mumble some encouraging words back to the dog and for a second Murdock felt the lingual pressure lessen around his blood-bloated shaft.
"Keep sucking, damnit," he growled, "or I send the dog away." As the dark-haired beauty obediently went back to her sucking, Murdock grinned in triumph. He could not resist looking down at her face as his desire-swollen penis continued to saw mercilessly in and out of her tight-stretched lips, the very sight causing his loins to spasm upward into her face until it looked as though he were ramming the full length of his monstrous pole all the way down her saliva-smooth throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard jerking stroke until only a little stretch showed white and glistening as it protruded from her clasping lips.
Fascinated by the sight below, Murdock looked up at the mirror barely in time to see Rajah's long thick tongue snake out and lick wetly up the wide-split crevice between Yvonne's buttocks, the tip burrowing slightly into her tiny anal ring in passing. The kneeling woman's body jerked as if from an electric shock as the hot animal tongue dug into her expectant nether flesh. Then the big dog began lapping the waiting slit between her thighs in earnest, running his tongue wetly its full length, from her tiny sensation bud of her clitoris, up over the pink-fluted edges of her cunt and ending at her tightly clenched little anus. Rajah's long pink tongue spread through the tender hair-covered swelling like a hot knife through soft butter, licking relentlessly between the now-trembling girl's widespread thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her. Yvonne's entire body was beginning to shake now with the unnatural tonguing she was getting, and Murdock could feel her mouth closing in spasmodic rhythm around his ever swelling penis.
The maddened girl began to moan incoherently, the sounds bubbling obscenely around the wet junction of her lips and Murdock's throbbing cock. As the giant dog-tongue continued to thrust relentlessly up Yvonne's moist cuntal passageway, she reached desperately behind her with one hand to spread the ivory globes of her buttocks and give the salivating beast full access to her dripping wet pussy slit. The tongue lashed for another long moment, and then the moaning dark-haired divorcee felt the huge German shepherd crowding closer in against her quivering buttocks, his intention plain. Moaning with desire, Yvonne obediently raised her ass-cheeks a little higher, bending before the huge dog in abject surrender, her face still firmly anchored to Murdock's huge penis as it rammed relentlessly in her mouth.
Watching spellbound in the mirror, Murdock saw his dog mount Yvonne's passionately offered buttocks, his strong furry forelegs locking tightly around her slender waist. Already the glistening scarlet penis was slipping wetly from its hairy sheath under Rajah's belly, dripping with the instinctual lust he wanted to spill deep inside her belly. For a moment the tapered point slipped and danced in the moaning woman's hot wet cuntal crevice while the excited animal attempted to bury his gleaming shaft up between her wide-held thighs.
Sobbing in desperation, Yvonne shifted her taut round buttocks, trying to capture that lengthening animal cock, working like a bitch-dog in heat to entice the long scarlet organ up inside her hungrily contracting cunt. Time and time again the sharp tip missed her ready hole until finally it slid up to find a momentary purchase at her anal opening and tried to enter her there. But Yvonne gave a little cry of fright and tensed automatically to evade the up slipping prod. Having tasted momentary success, Rajah returned immediately to the attack, only to have the thin tapered point of his penis slide unsuccessfully beneath along the straining woman's softly furred pussy slit. To Murdock's watching eyes the hot scarlet of the jabbing canine penis contrasted lewdly with the light fever-pink flesh of the moaning brunette's passion-inflamed cuntal lips which were now spread open as the still unhoused shaft of his penis rubbed madly between them.
In final desperation Yvonne reached back with one hand and grasped the slippery organ to guide it deep up into her warmly secreting vagina. Sensing victory, Rajah rammed forward, parting her swollen pussy-lips wider and wider with each hard forward thrust until he was well inside her soft white belly. Then Murdock watched in awe as the huge German shepherd continued thrusting, burying his massive cudgel deep up into the squirming young woman's stretching cuntal passage, pounding it in until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy animal balls swinging obscenely below her wet pubic hair. At first. the impaled young divorcee gave a little cry of shock that fast turned into a moan of relief as Rajah started to ram rhythmically into her uptilted cunt from behind. Undulating her body sensuously, she shoved her hips backward to answer the dog's forward rushes, abandoning herself to the obscene animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her passion-swollen breasts swayed back and forth beneath her luridly writhing torso, moving in time to the dog's skewering cock as it pounded deep up into her, a relentless hot poker of glistening red animal flesh stabbing remorselessly up into her steaming loins.
To Murdock's delight, each powerful thrust of the slaving German shepherd rammed the girl forward onto his painfully swollen cock, filling his loins with great gusts of hot sensual feeling as she continued automatically, senselessly to suck and slaver at his rod of rigid male flesh. The coarse tufts of his pubic hair tickling her nose slowly brought the passion-drugged girl's mind back in focus. Nothing really mattered anymore but the marvelous animal cock fucking up into her burning 'hot pussy. Normally she liked sucking cock, but right now there was only one thing she wanted to pay any attention to. But she knew the only way she could get rid of Murdock's huge cock in her mouth was to satisfy him, make him cum, so she began sucking as if she were going to swallow him whole, running her tongue wetly around and around the saliva-lubricated head, flicking the hot tip teasingly into the tiny open slit in the end of his swollen glans.
Yvonne could feel her sometime lover's cock throbbing in her mouth as if it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment in a great gushing fountain of sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never ending stream. Yes, she wanted that, wanted this big man seated above her to fill her with his cum, his liquid lust, but at the same time she wanted it, over with. Then she would be free, free to concentrate on the incredible sensations she was receiving from the fiery cock of her animal lover behind.
Bobbing her head up and down, the dark-haired young beauty sucked to bring Murdock to climax, sucked to draw the thick life-giving sperm from his penis until the mighty shaft died under her maddening tongue-lashing. Twisting and groaning above her, the half-crazed hotel clerk rained down obscenities on Yvonne's slaving head, watching with delight as her wide-stretched lips strained at his penis as though it were a huge stick of candy. On and on she worked, pinned between the two rutting males, the man in front and the dog behind. Little by little the very helplessness and humiliation of her position began to seep into her consciousness, causing strange masochistic sensations of further arousal to begin an erotic fluttering deep up inside her churning belly His face writhing in pleasurable agony, Murdock could feel the head of his cock jerk and throb under that knowing tongue as though his heart itself were beating inside. Each time he pulled his cock back on the outstroke, the tender pink flesh of Yvonne's inner lips was sucked out with it, clinging hungrily to his blood-engorged shaft as she worked, all her energy now concentrated on the task before her.
The big man stared with obscene delight over her laboring white shoulders, looking deep into his own dog's animal eyes as it fucked relentlessly into the shuddering female body before him. A great sense of power swept over Murdock and for a moment he felt that he and his dog shared the same cock, a massive and relentless engine that was skewering the dark-haired girl helplessly between them. Strange obscene thrills raced through his fevered mind. "Suck it, baby, suck it," he hissed, shutting his eyes and pretending for the moment that it was the untouchable young blonde from upstairs who was kneeling between his legs Goddamn, he'd like to have her like this, shoving it deep down her throat! Yeah, he'd pound it all the way down to her tonsils; pump his hot sperm into her throat and fill that snooty little belly of hers until she burst. Suddenly, almost by itself, Murdock's pelvis began a staccato jerking, ramming his aching hardness even deeper into Yvonne's insanely sucking mouth. The trapped young woman could feel it throbbing hotly against the insides of her cheeks, and she knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth! In a moment he was going to flood her with his lewd sperm!
Eager anticipation warred for a moment with disgust in the voluptuous divorcee's mind. A part of her wanted to pull away to stop this whole perverse thing, while another part hungered for the strange exciting taste of male cum that she knew so well. Either way, she wanted to get it over with, so that she could focus on being fucked by the dog behind her. Tightening her lips, she began to suck as never before, while all the time sharp bolts of fiery pleasure shot up through her naked cunt from her animal-filled cunt.
Groaning above her, his head flailing wildly, Murdock rammed deep one last time far back into Yvonne's massaging throat, holding her face in the prison of his heavy hands. All of a sudden his cock began to jerk, spewing hot jets of thick cream-like cum deep into her warmly milking mouth. Yvonne choked as she continued sucking, her Adam's apple bobbing madly up and down as she tried to keep up with the gushing sperm that streamed almost endlessly into the heated confines of her butter-soft mouth. She swallowed desperately, clasping her lips in an even tighter elastic ring around his ejaculating member, swirling her tongue around and around the bursting head. She wanted to suck him dry, to draw all his male strength from him, to fill herself with revitalizing semen. His groans of pleasure spurred her on to greater effort. On and on it went until the lovely brunette thought it would never end, but finally her burly lover's hands fell away from the sides of her head and his crazily jerking cock gave one last spurt before falling limply from her mouth. She gazed at it in temporary exhaustion for a moment, seeing the long rubbery string of cum that still connected it with her lips, wondering how such a huge thing could shrink so fast. But a sharp burning jolt from behind reminded her she still had one swollen male penis left to contend with.
Yvonne went completely out of her mind now that she was able to concentrate all of her attention on the wild sensations that Rajah's cock was pounding into her receptive vagina. She looked back over her shoulder at the humping animal.
"Oh God, fuck harder, faster! Come on, darling, fuck your Yvonne... cum in me... please... fill me with your animal cum...!"
The obscenely swaying girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of lust-deranged feminine flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in being dominated by this panting beast, overflowing with ungovernable desire, grinding her body back against the German shepherd's furry loins like another equally depraved animal. Leaning forward, Murdock watched in fascination, his depleted cock lying limply on his hairy thigh. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice between his mistress' rotating buttocks, glistening in the soft light as they ran slowly down the backs of her straining thighs. The unmistakable signal of fulfillment sprayed through Yvonne's steaming loins like the prickling of a million tiny needles, gnawing at the base of her belly with the lewd promise of frenzied orgasmic rapture. Moaning helplessly as she neared the jagged edges of her mounting climax, the panting divorcee rammed back ever harder onto the thick wet dog-cock that slithered mercilessly up between her widespread thighs, pounding deep past her curl-rimmed cuntal lips.
Abruptly the passion-stunned girl raised her sensuous face up to wail out a choking animalish cry from deep in her cum-flooded throat, her glazed eyes growing ever more large and unseeing.
"Oooohhhh... ooohhh... God, lover... I can't stand it! I'm going mad! Oh, fuck me, fuck me with your beautiful animal cock!"
The lewdly pleading voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh as the first wild spasm of her orgasm struck, and then Yvonne groaned and thrust her wildly convulsing loins back against the raging dog-penis in a desperate lunge. The timing was perfect. Rajah responded with a brutal forward stab just as his instinct-driven shaft began to jerk deep inside his human captive and spew its scalding animal cum in smooth liquid jets far up into her contracting cunt.
Again the maddened girl gasped out a long soul-felt moan, her tensed buttocks reacting convulsively to the lewd animal explosion filling her raging belly and loins. Her head was bobbing gently up and down now, dark hair hanging forward in a smoky cloud while a lewd combination of animal sperm and her own orgasmic juices overflowed from her obscenely sucking cuntal mouth and dripped in sticky white pools onto the floor below. Finally, the exhausted girl moaned softly and collapsed forward onto the carpet at Murdock's feet, Rajah's softening penis slipping wetly from her sperm-drenched cunt with' an obscene sucking sound.
The big dog stood for a moment above the supine body of the woman he had just so thoroughly ravished. And then to Murdock's perverse delight, the German shepherd's massive head lowered, and he began licking the remnants of his own cum from Yvonne's still twitching buttocks, completing the picture of depraved bestiality. Then, apparently satiated at last, Rajah moved to the far corner of the room and lay down.
For several minutes there was no sound in the room but the exhausted young divorcee's heavy breathing, then she slowly raised her head and smiled at Murdock.
"Never, never, never in my life have I had a fuck that could beat that," she said.
"You don't say?" the hotel clerk responded, a little miffed at the implied comparison with his own past efforts in this field. "Better keep it to yourself, though. People might make the logical connection and start speaking of you as a... bitch." He smiled as the barb went home, but Yvonne didn't seem to care. A wistful look came into her large dark eyes as she began to think back over what had just happened. "And that tongue... that glorious tongue... after the first touch of it I couldn't have stopped myself for anything," she sighed. "Well, I guess all you women are suckers for anything... " Suddenly Murdock's eyes opened wide as the idea struck him. Bounding to his feet, his penis flapping limply from out of his open fly he let out a whoop. "Hot damn, that's it, that's it!" he cried. "That's the key to little miss hard-to-get upstairs."
"Huh?" Yvonne asked blankly.
"Rajah!" the big man answered with a triumphant smile. It was a moment before his beautiful mistress caught on, and then she smiled too.
"Why you sneaky son of a bitch," she said.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Sue Walker sat morosely in her robe, wondering if she should get dressed. It was already ten o'clock, almost two hours after Dennis had left their temporary "home" for his bank, and most of that time she had spent sitting in the chair in this dingy hotel room trying to master her despair. This morning there had been a repeat performance of last night's love-making fiasco, but shorter and more frustrating.
Dennis had awakened with his usual erection. Sue couldn't fault him for lack of erections, it was patience he lacked, not potency. After a night of erotic half-waking dreams, his beautiful young wife was happy to fall in with his amorous plans, and in a few moments Dennis was once again between her eagerly accepting thighs, plunging his desire-hardened member deep up into her soft welcoming belly. But it was the same old story just as Sue felt her climax approaching, her husband sensed it too and became so excited that he came immediately, never giving the slower Sue a chance for her own fulfillment. There were the usual red-faced apologies on Dennis' part, and the usual sad acceptance from Sue. But then the young husband had to hurry off to work, leaving his blonde wife lying unsatisfied and unhappy in their bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
Sue didn't move until she heard the door shut behind the departed Dennis, then a stifled sob came from deep in her breast. For several moments the frustrated young wife remained in the bed, waging a tremendous internal battle to keep from satisfying herself with her own hands. This was something she had never permitted herself to do, no matter what the provocation. While her education and common sense told her that would be the sensible approach, some deeper part of subconscious, a remnant of her earlier training warned her of sin and guilt and madness.
Finally, not trusting herself, the young blonde got hastily out of bed and wrapped her robe around her trembling body, doing up all the buttons and tying the belt tightly around her waist. Then she sat in the chair, her hands nervously gripping the upholstered arms.
Little by little there began to seep into her mind the terrible realization that her marriage was in jeopardy, and for a reason that she hadn't known existed just a year ago. Like so many others faced with a seemingly insoluble problem, Sue wondered how it could be happening to her. Where had it all gone wrong? The beginning had been so beautiful.
Sue had been very carefully brought up, almost strictly, but in a fond' way. Both her parents were gently religious people and the training they had given their lovely young daughter had been responsible for some of her best characteristics her kindness, her gentle temperament. But they had failed her in one respect. Sex was never mentioned in her parent's household without surrounding it with an almost sacramental aura. The young Sue had grown up with the vague idea that when she eventually married something would occur between herself and her new husband on their wedding night that would be holy, necessary, and somehow slightly repellant. All animal desires and appetites were to be firmly but ruthlessly repressed. Sue had been such an obedient child that she had had little difficulty in following her parents' strictures in regard to the young men she eventually dated. Although occasionally a strange unbidden spark seemed to ignite somewhere down inside her when one of her more adventurous young suitors pressed his strong male body close to hers, Sue was able to quickly suppress it and regain control of the situation.
This had worked well enough for a while, but soon Sue found that her maturing body began to play little tricks on her, filling her with powerful longings she could hardly control, and that were all the more confusing to her because she had no idea what they were. The young teenager was completely ignorant of how the "sex act" of which she had heard so much was performed between a man and woman, and whenever some of the more knowledgeable girls in her class began making lewd comments on what such and such a boy had between his legs, Sue would shut out the obscene words, remembering her parent's warning that letting evil thoughts into your mind was letting the devil into your heart.
What a shock it was then to the innocent young girl when she took the mandatory sex-education course at her high school. To her incredulous horror she found out just what it was that men and women were capable of doing together. Never in all her life would the shocked young virgin have imagined that someday something was going to be shoved up... there! It came as even more of a surprise to her that eventually she began to think favorably of the idea of some young man doing exactly that to her. By the time she was in her senior year, only the constant reminder that she must keep herself pure for her eventual husband kept Sue from succumbing to the temptation of at least heavy petting. Deep shame at her inability to control her body and her emotions battled constantly with her awakening libido, stimulated by the free and permissive atmosphere of modern life.
And then she had met Dennis. The young blonde was a senior then, fully developed in all her radiant, lush, innocently seductive beauty. Dennis was a college student, home on vacation. Sue was swept off her feet by his boyish handsomeness, and soon after their first meeting the two young people began seeing one another constantly. Never had there been the slightest doubt in either of their minds that each had found their future spouse. To Sue's delight her parents had enthusiastically approved of Dennis, charmed as much by his quiet good manners as by his obviously promising future in banking.
The wedding took place a year after Sue had graduated, since both felt that it would be best if Dennis finished his degree first and got settled into his job. It was a difficult year for Sue, since she had now found the man she wanted to marry and could no longer war against her physical longings in the same old way. But Dennis too had old-fashioned ideas about the sanctity of marriage, and on those rare evenings when Sue was sufficiently aroused by his gentle caresses to throw her precious virginity to the winds, he would be the one to hold back. There was a see-saw struggle for continued chastity between them that abated from time to time when Dennis would sneak off for an evening to quench his lust in the body of one of his less inhibited ex-girl friends.
So it was with mixed emotions that Sue found herself finally in her nuptial bedchamber with her new husband. A kind of shy longing mixed with fear stole over her as she came out of the bathroom, dressed only in a flimsy diaphanous nightgown that she had purchased just for the occasion. Her mood of hopeful innocence made her all the more lovely and desirable to Dennis, and he led her immediately to the big bed. The blushing bride let him lift the sheer nightgown gently from her body and gave a little shudder of joy as he began to kiss her lips, her hair, her trembling young breasts.
As Dennis began to undress, the blonde nineteen year old virgin modestly closed her eyes and never saw the massive penis jutting forward from her husband's loins as he moved impatiently between her dutifully opened thighs. Then she was aware of pain, pain such as she had never experienced before. She cried out as Dennis filled her with his searing, desperate thrusts, and mercifully it had been brief. The young wife, the deflowered virgin went to sleep that night in the arms of her beloved, secure in the knowledge that she had performed as a good wife should.
Dennis made love to her frequently. After the first time it didn't hurt any more and little by little the young bride became aware that it was beginning to feel good. For some time Sue tried to deny the delicious feelings that her husband's rigid penis stroked into her, making herself hold still when her hips showed a tendency to rise to meet Dennis' thrusting loins, but one night circumstances betrayed her.
She and Dennis had just returned from a party, both a little drunk. At Dennis' insistence they made love, and for some reason Sue was more than usually aroused. At the same time, her husband's orgasm had been delayed as he rocked over her in a drunken semi-stupor. For the first time in her life the young blonde felt the overpowering building pressure of an approaching climax. With her conscience dulled by the alcohol, Sue had not resisted the wild explosion building deep inside her tensely trembling belly, but still, the shattering reality of her first orgasm had swept over her' with devastating surprise, taking her to heights she had never known existed. She tasted heaven and nothing less would ever do after that.
However, life wasn't going to be that easy for the newly aroused young wife. Despite a couple of minor instances, her husband's jack rabbit love-making failed to bring her to orgasm again. Remembering the ecstasy she had once fatally experienced, Sue strived time and time again to come to completion before her husband fell heavily forward on her hungering body, unable to carry her to the heights she 'so desperately needed. Guilt battled with desire within the young blonde's confused mind. Having always been taught that lust was wrong, in no matter what form, Sue began to suspect that there was something depraved in her natural longings. The very fact that her parents' stifling teachings had been imparted in a medium of love and affection rather than guilt and fear made her feel all the worse for her betrayal.
Now, nearly a year after her marriage, the young twenty year old wife had to face the fact that her first wedding anniversary might see her newly separated from her husband. What might have appeared as a sensible move to an uninvolved onlooker appeared as stark tragedy to Sue Walker, for the young woman truly loved her husband, and the thought of no longer being with him drove a red-hot knife blade of anguish deep into her troubled heart.
Yet, this daily sexual torture could not go on indefinitely, the tormented young woman knew. Every day her frustration grew and she knew that sooner or later something would have to give. While the thought of removing herself from the nightly agony of sleeping with a man who could not satisfy her filled her with black despair, the alternative of seeking illicit satisfaction with another man, of taking a lover, seemed impossibly repellent. How could she betray everything she held sacred by seeking mere loveless carnal satisfaction outside her marriage vows?
Finally arriving again at this too familiar mental impasse, the young blonde housewife got up from her chair to seek solace in the way that had become all too frequent to her of late. She headed straight for the liquor cabinet, and taking out a bottle of bourbon, poured herself a healthy shot. Sue quickly drained the glass and poured herself another. This time she sipped more slowly, feeling the liquor steal through her jangled nerves with its soothing warmth. By the time she had finished the third glass it was one o'clock and about time to face the day, and the slightly tipsy blonde dressed quickly and carelessly in casual clothes. She decided it wasn't worth it to clean up the place since a hotel cleaning woman came in every other day and did the heavier chores, so Sue thought she would just let things slide until then.
Last night Dennis had suggested that she spend more time out of the room, down in the hotel lobby with the other guests. Knowing in her mind what a dry exercise in futility it would be to search out companionship among the human vegetables who lurked downstairs during the day, the unhappy blonde nevertheless decided it would be better than spending another day cooped up in the drab hotel room. So she walked out the door and made her way down the stairs, a little shaky on her feet from the alcohol.
At first it seemed that the lobby was empty, but then Sue heard a movement from a comer and to her delight saw Rajah, the big German shepherd lumber to his feet. She had always liked the dog but had never had much of a chance to get to know him, since he was always downstairs and she was almost always in her room. But now, emboldened perhaps by the bourbon, the lonely young woman walked unhesitatingly up to the dog and held out her hand in a friendly gesture. Rajah responded in his usual affectionate manner and sniffed for a moment at her offered hand before licking it.
"Well... it's been a long time since I've had a gentleman kiss my hand," Sue giggled. Kneeling on one knee, she patted the dog's massive head, pleased with his friendly reaction. For a moment she thought it might be good for her to have a dog, but she knew this could never be while she and Dennis still lived in the hotel. Maybe for the time being she could spend more time with Rajah, she thought to herself. For his part, Rajah was pleased by the attention he was getting from this lovely sweet-smelling young woman. There was an air of goodness and gentleness about her that the dog's instincts could not fail to pick up. Besides that, the events of last night had made him more than usually receptive to the attentions of human females.
Both Rajah and Sue looked up as a large shadow loomed over them, and Sue could not repress a little feeling of annoyance as she saw that Mr. Murdock, the desk clerk, had approached unseen. She immediately steeled herself to meet his usual leering appraisal of her body but to her surprise his face was simply open and friendly.
"You and Rajah getting to know one another?" he asked. "Just a little," Sue responded cautiously. "You're lucky to have such a fine dog, Mr. Murdock."
"Thanks. You know, he doesn't always take to people the way he takes to you. You must have a special feeling for animals."
To her surprise, Sue found herself blushing at the compliment. It was true, she had always loved animals, but she hadn't had much time for them since her marriage. She was glad she had come downstairs. Mr. Murdock had always made her nervous, the way he openly stared at her body, but now she was wondering if maybe she had misjudged him. Perhaps her obvious interest in his dog had opened up another side to the man she hadn't known existed. After a moment's silence she said, "Thank you, Mr. Murdock. Yes, I do like animals, but who wouldn't like a beautiful creature like Rajah?"
"Plenty," he answered with a laugh. "All some people have to do is look at his size and they immediately imagine him as some kind of mad killer wolf. It pays off sometimes, though. Not many people are likely to try and break into the hotel when they see who's guarding it. The trouble is, the big lug would probably just want to make friends." He patted the dog affectionately on the head. It was clear that he really had a deep affection for the animal, and Sue remembered an old saying that anyone who liked dogs couldn't be all bad.
"I'm really glad to see that you get along with Rajah," Murdock continued. "Because it may solve a problem for me today, with your approval of course. I have to go take care of some business this afternoon and can't take Rajah with me. Do you think you could look after him in your room?"
Surprised by the offer, it was a moment before Sue could answer.
"Why, yes," she finally replied, "I'd love to."
That was true enough the prospect of spending the afternoon in the pleasant company of Rajah immediately brightened the outlook of an otherwise gloomy day.
"Fine, fine," Murdock said. "I have, to leave in about half an hour. Why don't you and Rajah just get used to each other down here, and when you're ready, take him up to your room."
For the next hour Sue remained in the lobby, petting and talking to the big dog. Murdock left while she was still there, and when Rajah saw him going out the door he whined a little, but it took very little effort for Sue to coax his attention back to her. Finally, a while later the young blonde stood up from her chair in the lobby and called the big German shepherd.
"Come on, boy," she said, starting for the stairs. For an instant Rajah hesitated, not wanting to be too far away from the door where his master had exited. But Sue patted her thigh invitingly with one hand and renewed her invitation. At that time she didn't realize why the dog so eagerly followed her.
Entering her room, the unsuspecting housewife held the door open a moment for Rajah and then crossed the room to sit in the one comfortable chair. She looked fondly over at the dog.
"You can't know how nice it is to have somebody here with me," she said to him, "Even if you can't talk. I hope you don't mind putting up with a running monologue, Rajah, old buddy." Hearing his name, the dog looked up inquisitively. He was happy to be here with this beautiful, friendly woman. There was. a certain sexual element that subtly impressed itself on the big shepherd, but it was buried far back in his mind. He had not yet seen or heard any of his normal cues naked female flesh, an open invitation, or the intoxicating exciting odor of hot genital secretions.
For some time there was very little sound or movement in the room. Both the young woman and the big dog sat quietly, silently enjoying one another's presence. Finally Sue broke the mood by getting up and pouring herself a drink. She took a sip and then looked over at Rajah.
"I think I'll change into something sensible," she said as if she were talking to a male visitor.
Putting down the glass, the young blonde took her robe back out of the closet and laid it on the bed, then started undressing. At first she did so unselfconsciously, but little by little she became aware of the dog's intent gaze as she took off each item of clothing. Without quite realizing why, she became slightly nervous, as if she were taking off her clothes in front of a strange man Angry at herself for what she considered a display of excessive prudery, the young woman turned her back on the dog. Sue was now stripped down to her panties, and she automatically bent to slip them down over her thighs. Since she had turned around, she could no longer see Rajah, and did not notice him rise quietly to his feet and approach her from the rear. The first notice she had of his presence was when the big dog shoved his cool damp nose up between her slightly parted thighs as she was bending down to pick up her discarded panties from the floor.
"Ahhh!" she cried out in shock as the inquisitive nose jabbed against her exposed anus. Straightening up quickly, the naked young wife turned towards her assailant.
"Naughty dog," she scolded, managing to feel ridiculous at the same time. Then, seeing the hurt look on the big animal's face, the young blonde knelt to take his big head in her hands. That was a mistake. Interpreting her friendly action for an invitation, Rajah's thick wet tongue shot out and lovingly caressed one of her naked breasts, forcing the soft pink nipple into immediate hardness.
Once again the young woman backed away with a little gasp as a warm tingling spread over her smooth white flesh. Rajah immediately moved forward, his big head thrusting towards the inviting golden "vee" that nestled so close there between Sue's full satiny thighs. Even though the horrified young woman immediately clamped her legs tightly together, she couldn't help but feel the sudden shock as Rajah snuffled over her tender forbidden treasures. All at once the mountainous sexual frustration that she had earlier been able to temporarily bury with the aid of bourbon began to take possession of her body again. The shocked young blonde's eyes glazed over for a moment and a strange paralysis froze her to the spot. For one split second she wondered how it would be if she let Rajah once again place his questing nose up against her moist tender and sensitive parts.
"No, no, no!" Sue exclaimed more to herself than to the dog, shaking her head angrily. How could she let such thoughts even enter her mind, she thought desperately. Snatching up her robe, the confused young woman wrapped it around her, not even putting her arms in the sleeves. Her first stop was the liquor cabinet again. With a full glass, Sue sat down heavily in the chair, squeezing her thighs firmly together. That was a mistake, as she immediately discovered. Her guarded position only pressed her pussy lips tightly together, inflaming rather than smothering the fire that had been smoldering there ever since last night. It didn't help a bit that Rajah sat right in front of her, an eager look in his big brown eyes, his attention obviously focused on her body.
At first Sue had thought that Rajah's invasion of her secret flesh was just a kind of natural canine attempt to get to know her better, in the friendly overeager manner of dogs everywhere.
But now it was clear that he had wanted to follow up his initial exploration with a direct assault on her nakedly exposed genitals. The nervous young woman couldn't know that in her already aroused condition, her body was beginning to send out strong scented signals to the dog's sharp nose as her aromatic secretions began to flow. All she knew was that she was filled with a kind of obscene thought of somebody, something, anything quenching this delicious torture deep up between her legs. Christ, why not the dog? she thought, but immediately her shamed mind was flooded with images of lightning from heaven striking her dead on the spot. Tilting back her lovely blonde head, Sue drained the last of the bourbon from her glass, and was rewarded with a temporary respite from her worry, as a kind numbness spread through her half-covered body. But soon that wore off, and the young wife knew she was going to have another drink.
Once she was on her feet heading back for the liquor cabinet with the robe still clutched to her breast, Sue knew she had made a mistake in standing up. With each step her thighs rubbed tightly over her swollen vaginal lips, stoking the fires of need even higher. Another drink helped, but at the same time as it deadened her feelings, it also lowered her inhibitions. Looking down at the eagerly waiting dog, Sue thought again, why not? This morning I was thinking of leaving my husband rather than take a lover. It wouldn't be the same as infidelity to let this innocent dog just maybe play with me a little... would it? He certainly couldn't tell anyone, could he? Suddenly a cold calculating gleam shone in Sue's liquor-glazed eyes. Maybe she could act as if she were going to do it but not really carry it through... oh, hell, she had to do something besides just sit here like an idiot, she thought. Maybe a nice bath would help.
Walking rather unsteadily now, Sue went into the bathroom and turned on' the water to fill the tub. She was careful not to bend over in front of Rajah but kept her side turned towards him. "You just stay there, big boy," she said with mock severity. Rajah had followed her to the bathroom but her words kept him from coming all the way inside. Instead, the huge German shepherd sat on his haunches in the doorway, watching with undisguised eagerness as his new friend readied her bath. When the tub was full and the water turned off, Sue could not help hesitating and she began to toss her robe aside. But then, in her liquor-clouded brain, she began to fantasize what she thought of as the ultimate seduction scene.
Excited by her own imagined depravity, the lovely young blonde slowly let her robe fall away from her alabaster flesh, giggling a little cruelly as she saw Rajah once again grow hopeful. But before the German shepherd could move, Sue stepped quickly into the tub and sank down under the soothing warm water. Feeling protected now, the blonde wife let the dog move close. For a moment she felt as if she could almost fall asleep in the water, but then her starved libido took over once again, filling her mind with thoughts that she could never have borne if she had not been partly drunk. The very strangeness of the situation had snapped some mental block inside her, a block that had been built by her parents and had held down her normal sensual development all these years. Suddenly, ten years of bottled-up images began to flash before her mind's eye images that she would have once hurriedly dismissed as horribly obscene. Images of twisting naked bodies, rigid angry red male penises, passion-distorted faces. At the same time, Sue became aware that the tips of her nipples were projecting up out of the hot bath water, and the contrast of the cooler room air brushing over their pink sensitiveness caused them to harden involuntarily. Never before so conscious of her nipples as she was now, the young blonde looked down in fascination at their turgid fullness and pushed them up a little further out of the water. Just then her eyes met those of Rajah's who had stealthily crept right up to the edge of the bathtub. "Oh God, lick them, Rajah," the young woman blurted out, surprising herself by her own words. At the same time, her hand reached up out of the water, dripping, and pulled the animal's head close to the painfully throbbing coral tips of her partly submerged breasts. Somehow she felt that this would be all right that the rest of her body would be protected by the water. While Rajah's massive head dipped obediently towards her waiting flesh, Sue watched in delightful apprehension. Then without warning, the hot thick canine tongue lashed out and stroked across the ruby jewels lying below it.
"Aaaahhhh," Sue cried out in ecstasy at that first searing touch. Her arm fell back in the water with a splash and she propped herself up in the water on her elbows, arching her back a little so that nearly all of her full-mounded breasts pushed up above the water. Stroke after stroke the long thick tongue laved over the nakedly trembling flesh below, sending waves of delicious ecstasy rippling sensuously through Sue's body. Rajah put his front feet up on the edge of the tub so he could more easily reach both the offered pleasure-buds, licking impartially at first one, and then the other. Adding to the sheer physical pleasure for Sue was the realization of the obscene strangeness of the scene her lying back in her bath while a huge dog licked at her breasts, just her breasts, because the rest of her was lying out of reach beneath the bath water, naked, visible, yet protected by its comforting liquid shield.
And the strangest of all' was the isolated power of the pleasure she was deriving from this unnatural stimulation. All feeling was concentrated in her swollen nipples and breasts. The heat of the water that covered the rest of her body had a soothing, deadening effect on her nerves, and for the time being, all Sue was aware of was her breasts. She was her breasts, reminded of their existence every time that hot wet animal tongue dragged over her trembling rock-hard nipples.
At the same time an' almost unbearable pressure was growing somewhere deep inside her belly, brought to life by the wild sensations in her taut young breasts, yet not satisfied by them alone. Bit by bit the now moaning young blonde knew that she would never achieve the release she so needed from Rajah's present licking, no matter how excitingly pleasant it felt. Indeed, it was beginning to worsen her original frustration. She had hoped to be brought to some general orgasm by this alone, by a kind of vicarious fueling of her vaginal fires from above. Instead, the localized nature of the pleasure she was receiving was becoming almost maddening, making her flinch now at each rough hot swipe of the big dog's tongue across her trembling white flesh.
Unable to stand it anymore, the desperate young wife let her heaving breasts sink down below the surface again into the warm sanctuary of the water. But her relief lasted only a moment. Already aroused from her husband's earlier lovemaking, the beautiful young blonde had now reached a fever-pitch of frustration such as she had never known before. All thoughts of possible guilt, all moral hesitations were forgotten, wiped from her consciousness by all the bourbon she had consumed. All she was aware of now was her body, and her body needed fulfillment. Her big blue eyes met those of the dog, who had been staring disappointedly down into the water that covered the soft feminine mounds he had been so happily licking. But his frustration was to be short-lived.
"You're going to have to be the one, Rajah. You're going to have to do it for me!" the young housewife said in a choked low voice. She stood up in the tub, splashing water over the floor in her haste. Slightly alarmed, the big German shepherd backed hastily away as Sue stepped from the tub, dripping, and began hastily drying her body. When finished, she motioned with her hands for the dog to go into the other room ahead of her. Following the confused animal, Sue went straight back to the chair and sat down or rather, almost lay down in it, her full round buttocks poised on the forward edge and her head and shoulders propped up against the back. Aware now only of her own need, the hopelessly excited young woman hooked her knees up over the padded arms of the chair, one on either side so that her thighs were spread wide apart, exposing the honey-fringed slit in between to the whining dog's eager gaze.
Without the slightest sense of shame, the normally restrained young wife reached down and spread apart her already tight-stretched cuntal lips, so that the wet pink inner folds were completely revealed to the excitedly watching dog. Never before had the big animal had a woman offer himself to him in just this way, and his bright eyes took in the whole scene avidly, not knowing quite where to start. Not all that familiar with the human anatomy, Rajah stared curiously at the tiny, nakedly exposed clitoris, already standing out rigidly like a miniature penis. Just below, surrounded by soft pussy flesh, the pink-petaled vaginal opening, moist both from the remains of the bath water and Sue's already copiously flowing cuntal secretions. But it was the tightly puckered little ring of her anus that most attracted the waiting animal, and he looked questioningly from it up toward his beautiful human friend's passion-softened face.
Seeing the animal's questioning look, the panting young blonde knew she couldn't wait any longer. "Please, Rajah, please! Lick my cunt... make me cum... ! Almost as if in a dream, the once-innocent unsullied twenty year old heard these obscene words coming with desperate urgency from her own pleading lips. The color of her half-glazed eyes changed to a softer, deeper blue as she saw the animal cautiously stretch his neck forward, his shiny black nose dipping towards her openly waiting slit. But as much as she wanted to feel something pressing into her hot flesh, the cold reality of that snuffling nose drove the breath from her lungs as it jabbed wetly against her naked and unprotected anus.
"Uuunnnnnhhhh," she groaned, and her buttocks made an automatic attempt to twist away from the dog's first attack, but her position in the chair made escape impossible.
After that it didn't matter, for once again Rajah's pleasure-giving tongue snaked out, digging deep into the soft moist flesh so fully exposed before it.
"Oh God," Sue blurted out the moment that irresistible tongue shot deep between her widespread buttocks to lick wormingly up and down the smooth fleshy split around her anal opening. For a while she lost track of time as the blissful titillation went on and on up between her high-held thighs, knowing only that she never wanted that rapturous animal tonguing to stop. Propped lewdly in the chair, the moaning, gasping young wife felt the wet searing licking move up over her pulsating cunt-lips, tracing the thin hair-lined edges until it lapped finally over her hotly trembling clitoris. Again and again it happened, the fire-filled tongue spreading through her softly yielding cuntal flesh like a knife through melting butter, occasionally darting in a lunging curl far up into her wildly craving vaginal mouth. The lust-crazed young wife moaned and spasmed with ecstasy beneath the lingual stimulation, her liquor-hazed eyes lustfully feeding on the incredible obscene spectacle taking place between her widespread legs below.
Oooooohhh... she would cum a dozen times, the lewdly sprawled housewife thought giddily as the long hot tongue jolted incredible sensations through her smoldering nakedness.
The twisting darting tongue snaked out relentlessly, again and again between Sue's quivering white thighs, mercilessly splaying aside her fevered cuntal lips and sliding deep into the wetly flowering vaginal opening.
"OhGodohGodohGodohGod," the naked blonde stammered in helpless submission before that enslaving tongue. Her back automatically arched up to thrust her steaming genitals toward Rajah while the back of her head pressed into the chair. For long moments at a time the pleasure-wracked girl held that rigid position, her lovely eager young body curved like a drawn bow, full firm breasts thrust out high and trembling in front of her, softly flexing thighs spreading further and further apart in a mindless attempt to open up her body to the maximum, begging for the animal's slavering tongue to drive deep, deep up inside her hungering belly.
And it did, again and again and again. Rajah ardently stroked his hot fleshiness up into that glistening pink slit, his own loins beginning to burn now as the sensual feminine odor of Sue's rising passion flooded into his nostrils.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, darling" Sue moaned over and over again, her hips beginning a slow revolving motion up against the slaving dog's furiously licking tongue. Reaching up with her own hands, she began to pinch and roll her wildly throbbing nipples between her fingers, sending increased tingles of sensual delight surging down throughout her entire writhing body. "God, God, keep licking... licking. It feels so good. I-I'm going to cum in just a minute... faster, faster, baby... ohhh... " The helplessly inflamed girl's ravings became a delirious chant, keeping time to the dog's continuous lavings of her blood-engorged cunt. She knew she was about to cum - she could feel the fragile bubble browing deep up inside her already spasming belly. Yes... just another few seconds...
But Sue had not been the only one aroused by the obscene licking of her lewdly presented cunt. All the while Rajah was acutely aware of the growing pressure in his own loins. Although the big animal loved the sweet musky taste of the passion soaked genitals before him, at the same time he wanted to do with this lovely young human what he had done last night to Yvonne. But that would be impossible with Sue lying back in the chair. Regretfully, yet hopefully, the big German shepherd backed away, waiting to see if Sue would offer herself to him in the only way he knew on all fours.
"My God!" Sue cried out in horror as Rajah moved away from her. "What happened to that wonderful tongue?" Sitting up halfway in the chair, the liquor-dazed blonde girl pleaded desperately, wondering if once again she would be brought to the edge of fulfillment only to be abandoned to her frustration. "Please, Rajah," she begged, "Sue wants you to do it. Lick me just a little more... just a little... " Then her voice froze in her throat as Rajah backed away another step, his massive scarlet penis slowly emerging from the hairy sheath under his belly. Breathlessly the young wife stared at the size of the glistening shaft that dangled and swayed in ever-growing hardness before her unbelieving eyes. For a few moments she could not think at all, fascinated by the sight of the canine penis presented before her in naked erection, slowly becoming aware of the sensations of pure sensual hunger that great organ was causing deep up inside her denied cunt. Slowly sinking down into that need, the mesmerized young woman realized with sudden horror the terrible nature of the idea that was building in her mind. An idea too obscene for even the most depraved mind.
She wanted Rajah to fuck her, yes fuck her with that huge beautiful cock, the cock that she had helped harden by the power of her own sexual abandon!
A desperate struggle began in the girl's confused and over stimulated mind. Why not? she thought. Who would know? And then it occurred to her that she would know, and such a memory might be more than she could live with. . Shame grappled with sexual hunger as the frustrated young wife tried to think rationally, but she was far past the ability to reason. It was now or never, her nerves screamed, and with a helpless little whimper the naked young blonde slid out of the chair until she was kneeling before the hungrily whining dog. Their faces were so close that Rajah automatically licked her nose, and the exciting odor of her own sex-juices that still clung to the animal's muzzle turned the trick, igniting an overwhelming spark of pure lust inside her spinning mind. That and the sight of a drop of seminal fluid that glistened like a jewel at the tapered point of his scarlet shaft, promising to fill her with pleasure and fulfillment!
With a moan of complete surrender, the young blonde housewife turned her back towards Rajah and dropped to her hands and knees, lewdly presenting her buttocks to the waiting animal like a bitch in heat. All hesitation gone now, excitedly aware of the stimulatingly obscene nature of the act she was about to perform, the inflamed young woman looked back over her shoulder and hissed, "Come on, Rajah, do it to me. Put your beautiful cock in my cunt and fuck me till I can't stand it any more. " Rajah immediately understood her tone if not her words, and the big animal stalked forward, his huge penis jerking and dancing beneath his hairy torso as he moved. And if Sue's verbal invitation had not been enough, the dog could not have mistaken her obscene gesture as the girl lewdly reached her own fingers back to spread her trembling cuntal lips wide, presenting the wetly flowering vaginal opening naked to the eager animal.
The big German shepherd easily mounted her proffered white buttocks, his strong furry forelegs gripping tightly around Sue's sleek smooth torso. But the inexperienced girl didn't realize she' would have to guide him in. Even though all instincts told the excited Rajah to bury his aching cock deep up between Sue's expectantly quivering ass-cheeks, he couldn't find the entrance. Time and time again the bevel-shaped tip of his penis slid harmlessly past her hair-fringed vaginal opening, rubbing just hard enough to drive both girl and dog to incredible new heights of frustration.
Sobbing with desire and embarrassment, the kneeling young blonde finally reached one hand back between her thighs and took the stone-hard penis in her fingers. Rajah whimpered as he felt the warm pressure against his pulsating stiffness, but when he made no move to pull away, Sue guided the rigid scarlet shaft slowly forward, inserting it finally between her tautly swollen pussy-lips, sliding the sharp tapered tip sensuously up and down first as she made sure it was well lubricated with her own sex juices. Then the panting young girl tremblingly planted the point of the organ that burned so hotly against her fingers right up against the entrance to her tight young vagina and braced herself for the shock to come.
"Come on, Rajah," she gasped back over her shoulder. "Ram it in! Fill me with it!" And that's just what Rajah did. Sensing finally that he was at the entrance to his long-sought goal, the powerful German shepherd only did what nature demanded. He lunged forward, fucking his lust-swollen hardness deep into her whitely churning belly.
Mercilessly that huge pole of scarlet hardness tore into the quivering pussy before it, never stopping until the dog's sperm-bloated balls crashed against Sue's tightly clenched vulva. As soon as the animal sensed his complete penetration of the kneeling girl before him he began to ram into her with relentless jack hammer drives, machine-like as he animal fucked the helplessly cringing Sue.
"Aaaaaaagggggh, uuuuunnnnhh," the stunned girl managed to gasp out, amazed at the sudden explosion of pain in her instantly filled pussy. Instinctively she tried to crawl forward to escape the first relentless penetration but found she could not shake loose Rajah's powerful forelegs that clamped vise-like around her body. As she tried to move forward, the dog followed, dancing along on his hind legs, never missing a stroke as he continued to fuck into the pain-wracked young wife's wide-splayed cunt.
Caught up in their own drama, neither Sue nor the dog noticed the tiny peep-hole in the ceiling slide silently open, a glittering eye behind it staring down at their shameless depravity.
CHAPTER FOUR
After leaving the hotel, Karl Murdock went straight to a neighborhood bar and made himself comfortable on a stool. He sat for nearly an hour, not wanting to go back too soon and find Sue still in the lobby with the dog. Finally he decided to chance it and walked back. As he entered the lobby, he was relieved to see that it was empty. Going upstairs silently, the big man headed straight for the attic. Once inside he moved even more cautiously, but in a moment it was clear he hadn't needed to be so careful. From the volume of the moans and cries below, he knew he could have done a tap dance and Sue Walker would never have noticed.
Eagerly the big man opened the peep-hole, expecting a lascivious scene but getting much more than he had bargained for. By then Sue was sliding off the bed and getting on her knees in front of Rajah, and Murdock had to choke back a gasp as his watching eye once again took in the pink and ivory perfection of Sue's naked young body. As she knelt before the dog, Murdock could see that her blue eyes were wild and shining with passion, and the soft golden pussy curls nestling between her tender young thighs were soaked through with the moisture of her excitement. My God, he had almost been too late! He'd expected the seemingly innocent young woman to resist for a long time before she fell prey to the dog's innocent seduction. In fact, he had rather doubted the plan would work at all, but here she was, his long-lusted after tenant, dropping on her hands and knees before his dog, her tightly swelling ass-cheeks raised up in lewd supplication, begging Murdock's pet to fuck her.
Murdock hardly dared breathe as he watched awe-struck through the narrow opening in the curtain. Unbelieving, he saw his German shepherd mount the girl's obscenely presented buttocks, knowing it was going to be painful for that huge dog-cock to fit into the tiny pink opening Sue was offering back to the wildly aroused animal.
For one long moment he saw the dog's swollen red penis poised against Sue's tight young cunt, held there by her own trembling fingers, and then without warning it disappeared from view, driven deep into the squirming flesh before it by the powerful animal. It was no surprise to Murdock when the crouching girl cried out in pain the only wonder was that she had been able to take that huge fleshy pole at all. Murdock reached for the camera he had hidden in the attic the night before and began excitingly taking pictures. By God, he thought, these were going to get him what his own dog was getting, wait and see!
Down in the room below, having tried to no avail to escape the terrible impalement of Rajah's driving cock, Sue Walker knew there could be no turning back now. She would have to go on to the end no matter how much it hurt, go on until Rajah emptied his lewd animal sperm deep up into her cock-stuffed belly, her feral passion finally satiated.
The pain-wracked young wife tried to spread her thighs wider, hoping it would give the panting dog easier access to her cruelly stretched vagina, and it did help a little. Even so, Sue could feel that huge fleshy engine ramming like a rubbery pile-driver again and again up into hitherto unused depths of her vagina until it felt as if her pelvis was going to be split wide apart. Low shuddering pain-filled moans escaped in a continuous stream from her lips pulled back tightly over glistening white teeth. Wham, wham, wham, those hairy animal loins thudded resoundingly into her widespread buttocks, each advance from the rear ramming that merciless scarlet spear another fraction of an inch deeper into her soft plundered pussy flesh.
Then to her surprise, the whimpering young wife found that it didn't hurt anymore. In fact, it was beginning to feel good. Little by little the pain-filled expression on the girl's fine-boned face turned in to a blind stare of passionate acceptance as she crouched in helpless submission before the madly humping animal. Then, almost without warning, the blonde housewife felt her hips begin a mindless automatic motion back against the deeply invading dog-penis and in another moment the liquor-crazed young woman was twisting her buttocks in lewd circles of abandoned passion, mewling and moaning in lascivious pleasure.
Oh God, she thought, this was how she had always wanted to be fucked endlessly, hard, brutally. That mindless driving penis behind was filling her with more pleasure than she had ever thought possible. Enchanted, she tried to look back under her body to watch that steaming rod of lust-quenching animal flesh disappearing up into her grasping cunt, but she could only see Rajah's hairy canine balls as they swung repeatedly against her tender clitoris, causing her additional jolts of lewd pleasure. Dropping down to the elbow of one arm, the straining girl reached her other hand back between her legs to her own pussy and let her fingers encircle Rajah's red slippery cock as it flashed in and out between her sensitively swollen cunt lips, at the same time digging her thumb knuckle gratifyingly hard into her own passion-drenched cuntal flesh.
Sweating, panting, moaning, the gyrating girl felt a rush of obscene pleasure come over her as she was hit by the full realization of what she was doing. Somehow the very thought of crouching lewdly on the floor, offering her pure young body to a panting animal added another dimension of lust-filled depravity to the sensations and emotions that were already ravaging her wildly aroused inner depths. God, how utterly... obscene, the formerly innocent young wife thought to herself in amazement while ever growing pleasure radiated through her shamefully used body.
Watching from above, Murdock too was aroused by the sheer depravity of the unnatural scene as he saw the thick scarlet dog-cock disappear with ferocious regularity up into his young blonde idol's squirming pink pussy-hole, continuing to take pictures while he ground the hardening cock inside his trousers down against the floor.
"Oooohhh, oooohhh, oooohhh," he heard the girl chant in obvious pleasure as she moved her buttocks back against Rajah's driving loins. She was obviously completely enraptured by the lustful animal-fucking she was receiving from behind. With no conscious intent, Murdock found that he was pressing his own lecherously swollen cock-shaft up and down against the floor in the same tempo as Rajah's cock fucking rhythmically into the girl's tight pink cunt. Murdock could see it all, since Sue was turned slightly away from him, could see that merciless glistening shaft sawing relentlessly in and out, drawing forth her soft, clinging pink vaginal flesh on the outstroke and ramming it back inside each time the big animal lunged forward. But the most exciting thing to the watching desk clerk was the completely wild committed way that Sue moved her own voluptuous ass-cheeks back to seek fulfillment from the hard red shaft of' dog-flesh plunging deep up into her hotly seething little belly. Never in his whole life had Murdock seen a woman so passionately involved, so lost in lust, and he knew that he must have her, no matter how long it took. The irony of his lying here on the floor of the attic with that red hot little piece of tail just scant yards away in the room below, forced to satisfy herself with an animal, almost made him smile. It hardly seemed sensible to the watching man's tortured titillated brain that he should be up here fucking a wall while his goddamn dog was humping the wildest piece of tail this side of the moon Murdock gritted his teeth, knowing that he would just have to accept the fact that he must wait. He forced himself to go on taking pictures.
As each new thrust from the slaving Rajah jolted further delights into her already passion-flooded body, Sue found her mind wandering back to the times when she had gone out with young men before her marriage. On several occasions, when they had pressed their affections on her, the young virgin was able to feel their erect penises through their trousers. At the time, the innocent young girl had been disgusted and sickened, but now she began to feel a strange regret for all the cocks she had passed up. If she had only known how wonderful a cock could feel, plundering her cunt... cock... cock... cock, the young wife thought to herself, eyes closed in dreamy ecstasy. How different it all seemed now! Under the constant stimulation she was receiving from Rajah's massive penis, the kneeling blonde dreamed of a world populated by innumerable cocks, enough to keep her satisfied the rest of her days.
Rajah too was happy. Looking down over the smooth glowing white back before him, the faithful. animal kept his mind on his task, redoubling the force of his wild thrusts into the sweet-smelling young human who had opened up to him her lovely soft body. "Oooooohh," Sue cried as the ever-swelling animal cock pounded ever deeper up into her, and "Ooooohhh," again. For a moment the young girl's eyes unfocused a little as though seh were looking into distant mists. A burning tightness was growing deep up inside her womb a tightness that she knew would soon explode into orgasm. It was just as well, for Rajah wsa beginning to tire, his tongue lolling from hi open mouth. The big animal put out one last great effort, wondering in his animal mind how much longer he could keep it up. Already: tickling burning feeling was torturing his hairy cum-bloated testicles.
Wanting to get the full benefit of the animal' tremendously enlarged shaft, the moaning girl thrust her buttocks back just as Rajah rammed sharply forward. The wildly excited Sue could feel that rock-hard pole smashing past her tender pussy-lips on its way toward her ultimate inner depths.
That was the final trigger Sue needed and suddenly she felt as though she had been hit in the belly with a fist as all her muscles contracted at once in spasms of wild delight. Her buttocks flexed and hollowed, giving power to her clenching pussy as it pulled' wildly on Rajah's near-bursting cock. All this was too much for the already fully aroused dog and suddenly his hot animal cum began to jet far up into Sue's madly squirming cunt. The gasping girl had one split second to think how different it felt from her husband's orgasms more like one long hot squirt that seemed to drill a hole right through her quivering, yielding insides, and then Sue's mind exploded in a great flare of colored lights from this last incredible stimulation and she started to cum all over again.
From above, Murdock's eyes bulged in amazement as he watched his dog empty his savage balls into the wildly gyrating body of the young blonde who knelt before him in total abject depravity, wailing and thrashing as she pressed her hungrily milking cunt back against the spurting animal cock as if she were afraid to let one drop of the milky fluid escape. The thick liquid gushed out from where her snug little cunt clasped tightly around Rajah's jerking member, running in sticky trails down her convulsing thighs. Finally, with one last quiver, Sue's sperm-flooded body went rigid in final release, and the exhausted girl fell limply forward onto the carpet, Rajah's diminishing cock slipping from her battered vagina with a soft, wet swishing sound.
For long moments Murdock remained looking down from the attic peep-hole above, wanting to impress this scene on his mind as his camera had already fixed it forever on film. As he stared down at the disheveled gasping body of the voluptuous girl lying on the floor below, the secret watcher could not keep his eyes from feasting one last time on the glistening naked beauty of her sensuously swelling hips and thighs, especially where he could make out the bright pink ribbon of cuntal flesh peeking out from between her wide-splayed thighs. For a moment Murdock was almost overwhelmed by a desire to rush down into the room and ravish her where she lay, but he struggled to bring himself under control. The pictures in the camera would accomplish that for him soon enough, he knew. So far his plan had gone flawlessly, and there was no reason to doubt that the rest would work just as well. The hard part had been accomplished. Sue Walker had actually let his dog make love to her. The rest should be a smooth flow of events that would inexorably bring the forever compromised young wife under his power.
Permitting himself one last glimpse, Murdock then quietly closed the peep-hole and stole away across the room, content to give Sue Walker a chance for solitude... and remorse.
CHAPTER FIVE
Several hours later that same day, early in the evening, all the tenants of the hotel were seated in the dining room for their evening meal. There weren't very many, and only a few tables were in use. At one of them, Dennis and Sue Walker were silently eating. The young banker had had a bad day at work and coming home had found his wife even less communicative than the evening before. She seemed hesitant to meet his eye, almost furtive, and he wondered if she wasn't keeping something from him.
As usual the dinner wasn't particularly good, which didn't help dispel the mood of gloom that layover the Walker's table. Being an enterprising young man, Dennis tried to see if he couldn't make things a little better.
"Do anything interesting today?" he asked. In response, Sue's head jerked up, fleeting terror in her eyes.
"No... no, nothing in particular. But I did take care of Mr. Murdock's dog for him for awhile." Dennis was surprised, first by Sue's overreaction to his question and then to her flat lifeless answer. But not being a deep thinker, he dismissed the matter from his mind, passing it off to the usual unexplainable female moodiness. Instead, his question turned his attention to his own day at the office.
"I wish I could have such an easy time," he said, never loathe to talk about his work. "By lunch time I felt like I wanted to chuck the whole thing and go off and live in a cave somewhere." He waited, thinking Sue would respond to his cue by showing her usual interest in anything connected with him, but the young blonde was toying absent-mindedly with her napkin, her eyes on her plate. Nothing daunted, Dennis went on.
"It was that damn Tom Peterson. You know how he's been gunning for my job. Well, he found a way to take credit for some work I've been doing, and not only that, made it look as if I'd botched the whole thing. Some day I'm gonna slip arsenic into that S.O.B.'s coffee, God knows he drinks enough of it during the day... Hey... ! Are you listening?" Sue looked up quickly at his sharp tone, a certain dull resentment in her eyes. "The least you can do is pay attention,". Dennis went on, "Especially when I'm talking about things that concern our whole future."
A sudden rush of anger suffused his wife's face. "Our future?" she said. "You mean your future. I can see the only future for me is going to be to stay in some dank miserable place growing moss while you spend all your time plotting how to become Mr. Big."
Now it was Dennis' turn to become angry at the seeming unfairness of Sue's cutting remark.
"Well, if you feel so neglected, why in hell don't you go out and do something to make your life a little more interesting. Other than bitch about your sex life, that is."
As soon as these words were out, Dennis was sorry he had said them. For one thing, his voice had risen so that what should have been a private argument could be heard allover the room. Besides that, he was suddenly contrite as he saw big tears form in Sue's eyes. Without another word, the young blonde got quickly to her feet and rushed from the dining room, leaving her surprised husband sitting in embarrassment at his table. For a moment he thought of following his distraught wife, but then resentment and stubbornness made him keep his seat. By God, he thought, these feminine hysterics weren't going to get him eating out of anybody's hand.
Almost running, Sue headed across the lobby straight for the stairs. Unfortunately for her she had to pass the desk where Murdock had already returned from dinner to sit at his usual post.
"Oh, Mrs. Walker," he called. The upset young woman almost ignored him, but her actions with the man's dog earlier in the day made her feel in some strange way that she was now in his power.
"Yes?" she said, pausing in her flight.
"Just wanted to thank you for taking care of Rajah," Murdock replied, the old insolence once again back in his voice. Despite his desire to proceed with caution, the big man couldn't resist a few jibes. In a way he felt the woman was almost his, he had seen her in such intimate acts, even if she hadn't known he was watching. "One thing I wanted to ask," he went on. "How did you get him so tired out? All he wanted to do was sleep this afternoon." He watched with sadistic pleasure as fear of discovery flickered once again in the young woman's dark blue eyes. Not wanting to go too far, Murdock continued. "I sure would like to know your secret. It was nice not having the big ape running around getting into everything. Maybe he just likes to have a woman's company from time to time."
"Maybe that's it," Sue said tightly... "I don't mean to be rude, Mr. Murdock, but I have a terrible headache and want to go up and lie down, so if you'll excuse me... " Without waiting for an answer, the distraught young woman started up the stairs, glad to get out of range of the desk clerk's cynical gaze. For an instant she wondered if he could know, but that was too ridiculous. The whole horrible thing had been done in the privacy of her own room, she thought. Nobody could see her but God and her guilty mind quailed at even this horrible thought.
Watching her go, Murdock gleefully reflected that her, obvious shame-filled reactions were playing right into his hands. She would be like soft putty when he put his little proposition to her tomorrow.
Meanwhile, back in the dining room, Dennis Walker forced himself to finish his meal slowly, as if he were unconcerned about his wife's flight. But his smoldering internal anger made the food taste like acid. Looking up a little belligerently, he asked the old waitress to bring him a bottle of wine, and when it came he drank it quickly, the whole bottle in fifteen minutes. The soft glow that came over him only served to point up the justice of his grievances. For a year now, despite his youth, Dennis had been working single-mindedly for one thing to be in a position to manage his own bank branch. Straight out of college, the ambitious young man had immediately gone to work for his present employer, the most prestigious bank in the city. From the very first he knew that the one absolutely imperative step towards his goal was to first become a vice-president at the branch where he worked, and being young and impatient, Dennis wanted to become the youngest vice-president in the bank's history.
It had all gone well at first, and for awhile the future looked bright and secure. Soon he would be going back to college for a master's degree at the bank's expense. But even though Dennis was young, he wasn't too naive to know that things had gone a little too smooth. Life wasn't as simple as he'd thought, and he soon began to find out.
Several months ago the bank had come under the direction of a new branch manager, a man who didn't look at Dennis through the same fond eyes of the former manager who had hired him. He was no longer a favored prot�g� but just another bright young man working to get ahead. This apparent drop in status had hurt Dennis' pride, although he didn't have as much to worry about as he thought. His record was good, and if luck was with him, he might eventually get his coveted goal, but perhaps not as soon as he wanted.
Another fly in the ointment was young Tom Peterson. A fairly new addition to the staff, Tom was just as ambitious as Dennis, and for the first time in his working life, Dennis found himself with competition. Peterson would, probably not have been as much a threat if Dennis had not risen to the bait and engaged in endless wrangles with the other man rather than using his higher position on the staff to maintain an air of detached superiority. Not owing either of the young men any special favors, the new branch manager had become a little irritated by the way the feud between his two subordinates had a negative effect on the smooth running of the bank. Once he had even curtly reprimanded Dennis, an experience that had shocked and disheartened the rather spoiled young man.
Then there was the damned house Dennis was having built. Believing that it would make him look better in his superior's eyes, he had set out to construct an establishment that would, in his view do justice to the life style of a young vice-president. The trouble was that it was very expensive and was taking much longer to build than it should have. This meant that Dennis had to use his shortened resources to stay in this miserable hotel, since he couldn't afford anything better. So in the end, instead of looking like a prosperous young up and comer, Dennis was 'now living the lifestyle of a second, rate traveling salesman. If that miserable house wasn't finished soon, Dennis thought bitterly...
Which brought the morose young man to this evening's problem. For a moment he tried to blame his trouble with Sue on the fact they had to stay in the hotel, a place that clearly made her uncomfortable. But then he had to admit inside himself that the trouble went a lot deeper than that. It hurt him to think about it, but the problem seemed to be that old bugaboo, sex. Before his marriage, Dennis had been a young champion with the girls, sleeping with dozens, thinking of himself as some kind of potent stud. His meeting with Sue had changed all that. For reasons he could never explain to himself, the young Don Juan was awed by the lovely young blonde's air of virginal purity. He'd treated her like fragile china during their courtship, waiting for that day when they could legally make love as man and wife. For months he dreamed of the pure love life they would share together, and at first it had not been at all bad, from his point of view. Sue was the paragon of virtue for whom he had always hunted, seemingly far above mere hungers of the flesh. But she had slowly changed over the course of the last few months', ever since that night when he had stupidly got drunk and made love to her like a rutting animal. Bit by bit she became more demanding while the horrified young man became ever more unable to give her what her awakening body needed, although this was not the way Dennis consciously thought of it. All he knew was that somehow Sue was being unreasonably demanding and unlike herself. If this kept up he was afraid there was going to be some real trouble between them.
Finally, wanting to get away from the desultory chatter from the others in the dining room, Dennis got to his feet. He noticed the wine had made him a little drunk. For a minute he could not help comparing his present state with the way he felt when he drank whiskey, with the high from the wine, a reasonable decent burgundy, somehow deeper and mellower than the lighter, more powerful feeling he got from the stronger stuff.
Not wanting to go back up to the room yet to face Sue, Dennis languidly strolled around the main floor, exploring little comers that he had not yet got familiar with. Suddenly remembering that there was an old glassed-in room off to one side, probably at one time a solarium, he determined to go there where he could sit undisturbed. It took him only a moment to find the old-fashioned door, and letting himself into the room, he shut it behind him. There was no need to switch on the lights, because the moon was almost full that night and flooded in through the tall floor to the ceiling windows, creating contrasts of light and dark where the cool silver beams tried to force their way into the ancient shadows. Moved by the silent beauty, his head buzzing a little from the wine, Dennis' stood for a minute looking out at the moon-flooded garden, all his worries temporarily forgotten.
"Evening, neighbor," a low throaty voice said from somewhere in the room. Dennis jumped at the unexpected sound and spun around.
"Who's there?" he demanded.
"Just me, little Yvonne Foster," the disembodied answer came floating back. His eyes a little more used to the light now, the startled young man could make out a figure sitting in one of the old overstuffed chairs. The patterned moonlight had dappled Yvonne's body, making her blend in with the cluttered objects in the room as if she had been camouflaged, but Dennis was soon able to distinguish her features, glowing faintly in the eerie light under her dark mantle of hair. "Why don't you sit down?" Yvonne continued, motioning toward a couch across from where she was sitting, and seeing no reason why he shouldn't, Dennis sat.
Neither one said anything for a moment, giving Dennis a chance to covertly scan the lovely older woman sitting so near. He had always been a little entranced by the aura of earthy sensuality that emanated from Yvonne. For some reason the dark-haired divorcee always seemed to have a lot of flesh showing, even though her dresses were never garish or tastelessly cut. The one she had on now was not particularly low in the front nor short, but Dennis could not help noticing that enough soft breast and thigh showed to make his heart beat a little faster. The silvery indirect light in the room seemed to create areas of mysterious shadow over the young woman's form that emphasized rather than hid her natural charms. Despite his considerable experience with girls, Dennis discovered his throat was a little dry. This was no girl, this was a woman.
"What brings you to my little cave?" Yvonne asked again in that odd husky voice.
"Your cave?" Dennis said. "Oh, if I had known you were here I wouldn't have barged in."
"Don't be silly," Yvonne laughed. "I just call it my cave because it's my thinking place. For some reason, no one else in the hotel ever seems to come here. Do you need to do a little thinking too?"
"No... well, yes. I mean... I just thought it would be quiet in here."
"And it isn't, is that what you mean? Who's cave is it now?" Once again Yvonne laughed. And then she added in a quieter way, "Maybe something's bothering you?"
Dennis made no answer for a moment. He never liked discussing his problems with strangers, but there was something about this mysterious woman that made him feel a little less self-conscious. "I suppose there is something bothering me," he said. "Oh, hell, you'd have to be deaf to not have heard the argument I had with Sue" Yvonne remained quiet for awhile, and just when Dennis though that she was going to let the matter drop, she asked, "How long have you been married?" The question surprised Dennis, but he answered.
"Almost a year."
"Ah, just long enough. You see, I couldn't help hearing the key word in your little marital tiff - sex. There's an old saying, something to the effect that marriages are made in heaven and broken in bed. Having problems, huh?"
The conversation was making Dennis a little nervous. He didn't like talking to anyone about his sex life with Sue, however, maybe it would help. "N-No, not really," he said a little too fast, "she and I just have different ideas on the subject."
"Most people do," Yvonne answered, "but they can learn about one another, and change their ideas about sex in ways that matter. Sex is a delicate thing, and at the same time unbelievably strong.
The last thing Dennis would have expected from this sensual woman was a philosophical discussion. Perplexed and a little irritated, he asked, "You sound like you know a lot about sex."
"I do," Yvonne replied. "It's the one thing in the world I know most about." She leaned toward him in her chair, her dark mysterious eyes looking straight into his, half hidden in dark shadow. For some reason he found his attention riveted on her ripely swelling bosom, just inches away. "Would you like to learn about sex from me?" she asked softly.
Dennis felt like someone had dropped a bomb on him. This lovely woman actually seemed to be propositioning him! But no, he must have misunderstood. Maybe she was just referring to his trouble with Sue. The young husband got quickly to his feet, not able to look into those smoky eyes so close to his own. Yvonne stood up too, the tips of her magnificent breasts brushing against his arm as if by accident. But it was no accident, because the sultry brunette made no move to pull away, and Dennis felt as if those soft yet firm cones were burning holes through his clothes right into his flesh.
"It sounds to me as if you and your wife have some problems, serious problems," Yvonne said, never letting her gaze waver from Dennis's hopelessly trapped eyes. "Perhaps I can help you. I know many things I would be happy to share with you. Why don't you come by tomorrow. I'll be in my room all afternoon."
Finally the beautiful divorcee turned away, her breasts seeming to dig hot furrows in the young banker's arm. She moved slowly toward the door, then turned. The moonlight was full on her now, bathing her soft satiny flesh in its magic glow, but sinking into her dark eyes and hair without reflection, so that her eyes seemed to be bottomless pits, her hair the night itself.
"You will come tomorrow, won't you?" she asked once again, her voice seeming to beat into Dennis's numbed brain.
"Y -Yes," Dennis heard himself say to his own surprise. And then, knowing all at once that he would come he said again in a firmer voice, "Yes."
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning was a busy one for Karl Murdock. First he took care of his hotel duties, not wanting to have anything left undone for the afternoon. Finally, about noon, he left the hotel to go see a photographer friend who was developing the pictures he had taken yesterday. About a half hour later he came running breathlessly up the stairs to knock insistently on Yvonne's door.
"Wait'll you see what I've got here," he exclaimed as the dark-haired beauty opened the door. Without waiting for an invitation he rushed past her and slapped a flat packet down on the small table. "The opening wedge that'll worm me right into Sue Walker's sweet little cunt," he said dramatically, waving his hand towards the packet.
"Don't tell me, let me guess," Yvonne said acidly. "It's full of thousand dollar bills. You're going to buy her."
Murdock flushed a little. "Well, I suppose in a manner of speaking I am going to buy her, but not with thousand dollar bills," he said, unwrapping the package. "Somehow I don't think thousand dollar bills would do it, but these will." He handed Yvonne a stack of glossy color photos. The lovely divorcee began casually thumbing through them, seemingly betraying no emotion, but Murdock thought he could see her eyes widen a little.
"You're going to blackmail her?" Yvonne half-stated, half-asked.
"Not for money. I just want her to share with me what she seemed so happy to give to my dog. "
"I don't know what to make of you Karl. You're either a real bastard or an overgrown kid. "
"Why not both?" he answered. "Anyhow, I'm going upstairs to put into operation the final stage of secret plan F. I'm sure I don't have to tell you what the F stands for." Murdock actually giggled, he was so excited. "Tell you what, baby. To show you what a good guy I am, I left the attic door unlocked. If you want to go up and watch, feel free. And here! Keep a few of the pictures. I've got lots."
"I'm overwhelmed by your generosity. Now take your filthy pictures and go do your thing before I die of boredom." In spite of her sarcastic words, Yvonne had one of her periodic realizations that she had a lot of affection for Murdock. Sometimes he was just like an overgrown boy. She rather doubted that Sue Walker would think so, however. With one last jaunty wave Murdock went out the door, his precious photographs clutched in one hand, all except a few he left lying on the table next to the bed. Yvonne listened a moment to make sure he was actually going up the stairs, then she went to the phone and began to dial a number.
"Hello, Farmer's Bank? I'd like to speak to Dennis Walker please... " A few seconds later... "Hello, Dennis... this is Yvonne... I have some news for you that I think you'll find interesting, can you come over on your lunch hour?... Fine... See you in about a half-hour then." The dark haired divorcee hung up the phone, a strange smile playing over her lips. The day was going to be full of surprises... for everyone... even Karl Murdock.
Meanwhile, upstairs, the unwitting victim, Sue Walker, was once again sitting in her chair, lost in thought. This time there was no glass of bourbon in her hand; she was past needing that. Over and over again the terrible, obscene, wonderful events of yesterday whirled through her head, filling her one moment with shame and guilt and the next with hot prickles of desire. The unhappy young housewife was beginning to be afraid she was losing her mind, or perhaps even worse, her body. To her confusion, the rock solid certainties of her moral upbringing were slowly crumbling before an earthquake of ever-growing physical needs, and she didn't know how to reconcile the two. It should have been easy, she knew, because, after all, she was married and should be able to look forward to sexual satisfaction from her husband, but it just wasn't working out that way. Why oh why can't I be the way I know I should be? the anguished young woman asked herself.
But it was no use. She could not deny the all-consuming hungers that had slowly taken over her body in the last few months. She must satisfy them or go mad, and perhaps part of the madness was the ease with which she had given herself to a dog only yesterday, an animal, a rutting brute. Perhaps if she were not faced with the nightly temptation of sharing the same bed with her husband, a husband ready and willing to make love as often as any woman could want, but who just didn't seem to understand her need for the same eventual culmination he enjoyed... For the first time the young blonde wife began to think of a marriage counselor, someone outside of her union with Dennis, a neutral third party that could perhaps translate their emotional needs to one another.
The unhappy young woman's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a soft yet firm knock on the door. Who could that be? she wondered.
This was the first time anyone had ever come here to see her in the hotel. After a moment's hesitation, the young blonde rose from her chair and went to open the door.
"Oh!" she said in surprise and perhaps also a little dismay as she saw that it was Karl Murdock who was standing there, a curious expression on his face.
"Hi," Murdock said brightly, "do you have a moment?"
"Well, I... " Sue knew the polite thing would be to let him in, but some instinct told her it would not be a good idea. "Do you want something, Mr. Murdock?" she asked hesitantly.
"Maybe," he said, smiling crookedly. "Then again, perhaps I have something you might want."
For a moment Sue stood irresolutely in the doorway, then said. "Do you think you could come back a little later, when my husband is home...?" Yes, her instincts were indeed working.
"But that's just what I want to talk to you about," Murdock said, "your husband. And it's better if I talk to you when he's not here."
"Why what do you mean by that?" Sue asked in genuine surprise.
"'It's just that I know his job is in danger, and it has to do with you. Can I come in?"
"His job is in danger?" Sue hesitated for another moment, puzzled. For some reason she didn't want to let Murdock in, but at the same time she knew how important Dennis' job was to him, and as his wife it was her duty to support him in any way she could. Any other differences she may have had with her husband were immediately submerged by her loyalty to him, her provider and protector. "All right, come on in, Mr. Murdock, but I want to know what you mean."
Grinning broadly, Murdock strolled into the room, looking around him as if he lived there. In a way he almost felt he did, he had been privy to so many passionate scenes from his spy-hole. Without waiting for an invitation, he sat down in the only chair. Sue perched nervously on the edge of the bed. She didn't like having this man in here. "Now what are you getting at?" she asked.
"Well, it's a complicated story," the big man began, leaning back in the chair, not trying to hide his obvious interest in the healthy young body before him. "Like I said, a lot of it has to do with you. I want to fuck you."
For several seconds the innocent young blonde made no response, certain that she had not understood the hotel clerk's shocking words. But slowly the realization came to her that this vile grinning man had just delivered her the most brazen proposition she had ever heard. Angry red spots appeared in the young woman 's cheeks and she got quickly to her feet.
"I think you had better go, Mr. Murdock, the sooner the better."
"But what about your husband's job?" the big man responded, making no move to get up from the chair.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, and if you don't leave, I'm going to call for help."
"You're that sure you don't know what I'm talking about?" Murdock mused, looking thoughtfully dawn at his nails. He sensed it was best not to build the tension too fast or she might indeed call for help. "It's really very simple," he went on. "He works in a bank, and banks are very conservative places. They like to think that they have only the best people working for them people above reproach. This even extends to the company their employees take, let's say their wives. Are you the kind of wife a bank would be proud of, Mrs. Walker?"
Sue suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Somehow this beast knew about her. For one insane moment she wondered if the dog had told him, but she immediately rallied. All he could know would be speculation.
"Get out, Mr. Murdock," the young blonde said again, her face no longer ladylike. "Get out before I call the police." She tensed her body, actually ready to cry out for help when suddenly, without rising from the chair, Murdock tossed a flat packet next to her on the bed. The surprised young wife froze for a moment wondering what was happening. She made no move towards the packet but neither did she call out.
"Before you ruin your husband's career, why don't you just look at these photographs, Mrs. Walker." Sue sat for a long moment, thinking furiously. She supposed that this horrible man opposite her had trapped her husband in some kind of foolishness and intended to use it to force her to do his will. Reluctantly her hand went out to the packet. She weighed it for a moment before slowly unwrapping the paper, seeing the glossy surfaces of photographs inside. She steeled herself, aware that it had never occurred to her that Dennis might be unfaithful. Finally daring to look at the pictures, the young wife hoped they wouldn't make her sick. Then she froze in horror. They were pictures of her and Rajah!
Unbelievingly the young woman stared at the first picture. She recognized her own passion-twisted face, staring back over her shoulder as Rajah hovered above her, his long hard penis poised next to her lewdly spread buttocks. Numbly, automatically the stunned young blonde flipped through the other pictures, all of the same subject herself posed in lewd connection with the rutting German shepherd. The sickened young woman forced herself to look up at Murdock.
"You-you beast! You set this up!" she exclaimed in sudden understanding.
"Came out pretty good, didn't they?" Murdock asked blithely. Then his voice grew more serious. "You want to know why? I already told you, I want to fuck you. You turn me on. I've wanted you ever since you came to the hotel. And I know you're not getting what you need from your husband, so how about it? Forget those pictures, they're yours. Let's make love, the kind of love both of us need."
For a moment the amazed young wife was captivated by Murdock's bizarre words, then a sudden feeling of revulsion came over her as she realized how completely she had been manipulated.
"I told you before, get out of here, get out of here now! What makes you think I'd make love to a sneaking schemer like you?" An angry flush mounted to Murdock's face. Reaching quickly forward he ripped the pictures from Sue's hands.
"All right, baby, if that's the way you want it," he said angrily. "But it's gonna be the end of your husband's career. Maybe I'll have enough copies made to sell them on street corners all over town. Your parents live here in town, don't they? I bet they'd be happy to see their little girl's made it to the big time. But the first stop is going to be the bank. Your husband's going to have to kiss his job good-bye, and that new house, too. Can't you just see his face when he takes a look at these pictures?" Playing his part to the hilt, Murdock turned abruptly towards the door and reached out for the knob.
"Wait!" Sue's desperate cry rang out after him, and he knew he'd won.
"Wait for what?" he asked, turning back to the trembling young woman.
"Please, p-please, give me a minute to think."
"Okay, I never meant to be unreasonable," Murdock answered and went back to the chair, settling himself comfortably.
"I-I could raise some money," Sue said hopefully, "buy the pictures from you. How much do you want?"
"What do you think I am?" Murdock asked disgustedly. I told you what I want your tight little ass. You made it clear a long time ago just by the way you treated me that I didn't stand a chance, but now maybe things have changed. C'mon," he rapped out, "what'll it be, one easy little fuck or the end of the world for hubby and you?"
"I... just another moment, please," the distraught young wife begged. Moving quickly to the liquor cabinet, she nervously poured herself a drink, embarrassed by the way the bottle clattered against the glass. Without even taking a breath she gulped the first glassful down her throat and poured herself another. The second made her gasp and choke, but it also spread its soothing merciful warmth through her tightly strung young body. Feeling more in command of herself, the cornered young housewife turned towards her tormentor. "And if I... do what you say, will you give me the photographs and the negatives?"
"Sure, why not?"
"But what's to keep you from holding back other copies?"
"You take your chances, baby. Now come on, let's stop this charade. You're in no position to bargain. For Christ's sake, you'd think I was asking for your left arm instead of just a little fuck. Quit stalling. Is it yes or no?" Sue stood in indecision for a moment. "I'll do it," she finally blurted out, looking down at the carpet.
"Great, I knew you had sense. Now how's about pouring me a drink, Mrs. Walker, or should I call you Sue?" Shuddering at his familiar use of her name, the despairing young woman obediently poured both of them a glass of whiskey. God knew, she needed hers.
"Cheers," Murdock said, downing half of his. "Now how about getting out of those clothes, or do you need help?" The young wife's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. Talking about her possible ravishment by this brute had been bad enough, but now she was faced with the moment of truth, the moment when she would have to bare her trembling young body before him and surrender it, his to do with as he willed. Despite her agreement to go ahead with his horrible plan, Sue was unable to will her hands to begin stripping the protective covering from her body. Shrinking back against the wall, the young blonde watched Murdock begin to take off his clothes. She could not help noticing as he impatiently threw his shirt onto the chair that he was very powerfully built, not in the same slender athletic way as her husband, but broader, more blocky.
Sue wanted to close her eyes and shut out the horror, but she was too frightened that the desk clerk would move toward her without her knowing it. In just a few seconds he stood naked before her, his thick hard cock standing out beneath his belly like the blunt shaft of some heavy medieval weapon. Turning to face her with a lewd grin on his lips, the triumphant Murdock began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over his hard bulbous cock-head. "Like that, baby?" he asked, obviously enjoying the brutal torment he was putting her through, a sadistic little spark in his eyes. Never had Sue felt more trapped.
"Your husband never had anything like that to stuff in you, did he?" Murdock chortled, gleefully watching the contorted expressions of fear paralyzing her lovely young face. He was a little angry, irritated that he had had to resort to the pictures to get what he wanted from this reluctant blonde. By God, he'd make her pay a little for his humiliation. What right did she have to run around with an ass and breasts like that and then deny them to him, Karl Murdock? Hell, she'd even fucked his dog!
At first the big man's cock had been only partially erect, bobbing and swaying before him, pointing out from his hairy loins at a ninety degree angle. But under his fond massaging the fleshy instrument was quickly growing, jutting higher and higher, almost seeming to aim itself right at Sue's horrified eyes. Still back against the wall, the young blonde could not keep her gaze from dropping repeatedly to the huge fleshy tool Murdock held so lovingly in his hand. My God, it was thick!
In spite of her fear the mesmerized young wife found herself wondering how a woman could take such a huge thing up inside her vagina without being split completely apart. She thought Rajah's penis had been big, but never before in her life had she seen anything to match this, and she cowered back as Murdock started slowly toward her.
"Don't touch me," Sue finally managed to stammer out through her paralyzing fear, knowing even as she said the words that it was too late for escape, that she had already given this horrible man permission to ravish her helpless young body.
"Are you gonna take off those clothes or do I have to do it for you?" Sue stood motionless, all hope gone. There was nothing she could do against his superior strength. She was alone and completely at her blackmailer's mercy. With a quick jerk he drew her up against him, cupping her face in his powerful palms. Grinning triumphantly, he pressed his wet lips tightly down over hers and thrust his tongue roughly into her mouth. The trembling girl stood limply in front of him, feeling his hard penis digging painfully into the soft flesh of her stomach. A last faint thought of trying to tear herself away from him flickered feebly through her mind, but faded with the pain of his fingers digging into her cheeks.
"That's a girl," he breathed into her mouth. "I'm gonna do it to you nice and easy."
The trapped housewife was dimly aware of Murdock's hand leaving her face to begin working her dress up over her head. Listlessly, she let him raise her arms and a moment later found herself dressed only in brassiere and panties. Then his big hands were at the back of her brassiere, opening it with one quick jerk, and Sue gasped as she felt the rush of cool air against her suddenly revealed skin, hearing Murdock murmur a lusty sigh as the brassiere dropped to the floor and her full, soft-mounded white breasts burst free. Dropping to his knees in front of the young blonde as she swayed above him, the grinning clerk hooked his fingers in the narrow elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them slowly down over her quivering buttocks, letting them drop to the floor around her ankles.
There was nothing left. She stood before him completely naked, a helpless offering to his lust, while he knelt panting in front of her. As she felt his lips press tightly against the fear-knotted flesh of her belly, Sue swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance. The sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of her spine and she automatically reached forward, locking her hands in his hair to keep from falling. Hoping that this was an early sign of her surrender, Murdock dropped his lips down to the apex of her milk-white thighs, spreading the curly blonde pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into her moist vaginal slit.
I Sue jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with her tiny sensitive clitoris, losing her balance completely and falling forward over Murdock's shoulder. Without a moment's hesitation, then:, Murdock rose with his load and carried her over to the bed, where he dumped her unceremoniously flat on her back. Her legs opened wide as she landed, and instantly the surprised girl kicked to close her legs but Murdock quickly jumped forward, clamping his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs to hold her there with her legs spread wide apart and her eyes open in abject terror.
Struggling futilely to close her legs, the helpless girl could see her attacker crouched on all fours down between her wide-splayed thighs, grinning up at her between her high upstanding breasts like some beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless victim. Her moist pink cuntal flesh was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice, and the terrified girl could only lay frozen to the mattress, her humiliation complete as she watched Murdock's tongue slowly circling his lips in obvious anticipation of the feast spread open below.
"Great jumping Judas, I can't believe it," he rasped, obviously overwhelmed at the sight of the beautiful girl lying trapped and naked under his hands. At last his dreams were to be realized. Where to start? What to do with all this sudden longed for wealth? Once again placing his palms flat against the insides of Sue's thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft blonde-rimmed lips of her pussy, the big man exerted a slow torturing outward movement and slowly drew apart the glistening pink flesh, exposing even more of the lust-inciting slit to his fascinated gaze. For a long moment Murdock stared down, like a man lost in the desert staring into a well, and then with an animal-like groan he dropped his head and buried his long slippery tongue full length into her warmly throbbing pussy.
The horrified young wife's head jerked up, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. At the same time her buttocks ground down into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape the lewd assault on her unprotected genitals.
"Oh God! Oooooooh, ooooooooh!" she whimpered under the depraved attack. Horrified, the unbelieving young wife raised up again to watch Murdock's head rocking up and down in greedy feast between her wide-held thighs below.
"It can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself in undisguised humiliation. Her head fell back on the mattress and flailed helplessly from side to side as her ravisher's tongue speared without mercy in and out of her involuntarily dilating cunt. Then Murdock's hands groped up over her white quivering belly to dig harshly into her tenderly-fleshed breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them with unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like over her widespread pussy, his eyes remained wide open, watching up through her proud, high-set breasts with arrogant delight as her face contorted in helpless reaction. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of her body's total surrender to his obscenely working tongue and lips.
The moaning young wife lay frozen in abject submission under the depraved attack her helplessly trapped body was being subjected to. There was nothing she could do and great tears of shame and humiliation welled up in her eyes. Random pictures of her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the horrible wet sounds Karl Murdock was making at her loins. Oh God, how could she ever face Dennis again after allowing her body to be used by this horrible man crouched on all fours down between her cruelly spread legs? He was debasing her as she had never thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imaginings and there was nothing she could do but lie there beneath him and accept any degradation he wanted to force on her without so much as a scream in protest if she wanted to get those incriminating pictures back. And no matter what the reason, it was inexcusable for a woman to be unfaithful to her husband. Oh God, she was shamed, ruined! Why oh why had she been so weak? Why had she let her body lure her into that unforgivable act with Murdock's dog? But there were no excuses to calm her tortured conscience, and the sobbing young woman had never felt so alone and helpless in her life.
Murdock kept his eyes locked on his victim's face while continuing his torturing tongue-thrusts just inside the mouth of her vagina, watching with cruel satisfaction the helpless tears running over her cheeks. The goddamn little bitch! This would teach her to treat him like dirt. So, she thought she was too good for him, even though she wasn't so squeamish about his dog. Well, he'd show her. Before the night was over she'd be crawling to him on her knees begging for more fucking, and by God she'd get it!
Chuckling softly to himself the big man brought his hands down under the backs of her knees, and then lifting her legs, he pushed them up over her body so the thighs touched her breasts and exposed the whole flattened plane of her loins to his lustful assault. This would get her, he grinned, and flicked the tip of his tongue into her tightly puckered little anus which nestled just below the saliva-wet slit of her cunt.
The unexpected searing contact against this sensitive rubbery opening brought a long low anguished moan from Sue's tortured lips. Clenching her eyes shut and baring her lips back over her teeth, the shocked young woman fought against the electric sensations that went racing out of control through her jackknifed body.
"Oooooooooh God, don't, please don't," she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks down and away from the hotly flicking tongue that speared without mercy at her defenseless little anus. Murdock's answer was a lewd chuckle and a further stab into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," Sue cried out again as goose bumps rippled up across her heaving belly and softly quivering breasts. To her growing horror, she began to realize that much as she was repulsed by the things Murdock was doing to her, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were starting to ripple deep up in her belly. Oh God, she thought in despair, that would be the ultimate humiliation to have her body actually respond to .this monster's obscene caresses. Gritting her teeth she fought heroically to prevent that from happening.
But it was hopeless. Sensing his victim's determination, the gloating man circled her throbbing clitoris with his lips and began eagerly sucking it, giving occasional lust-inspiring nips with his teeth. And without warning the struggling girl felt a wet burning sensation of unbelievable proportions burst over her loins from this final lewd stimulation, sending a bolt of wild pleasure careening insanely over her shuddering nerve-paths. Sue's back arched automatically and a low gurgling moan came from her parted lips. Then the violent surge of pleasure overwhelmed her again, even more overpowering this time, making the young blonde's muscles spasm uncontrollably. Sobbing bitterly before this final attack, the horrified girl felt her traitorous body begin to desert her. In spite of her determination to resist, Sue's buttocks jerked involuntarily upward toward Murdock's face, sending more waves of irresistible sensation coursing over her already raw nerves.
"Oh no... no... I can't, I can't!" she cried out as the cruel realization of her final loss of control struck home, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought that not only was this perverted act being forced on her, but she was suddenly beginning to enjoy it! Clenching her teeth tightly together the young wife fought with all her strength against the flashing sensation-sparks shooting between her legs, threatening to burst into sudden all-devouring flame. But it was a losing battle as the expert Murdock sucked and licked and slavered ceaselessly at her naked loins.
And then... after a long moment of desperate struggle within the young blonde's tortured and confused mind... the dam burst!
The betrayed young blonde's shamelessly aroused body jerked twice and then began a slow abandoned movement up against that pleasure-giving tongue. At the same time her hands reached forward to tangle in Murdock's hair, pulling his slavering mouth deeper into her quivering, widespread cunt. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of desire racing wildly through her flesh like tiny licking little tongues of fire. Murdock looked up once in triumph, never letting his mouth break contact with his young captive's wildly spasming pussy. She was lost now, he thought to himself, excitedly watching the pleasure-pain contortions twist over her lovely face, eyes clenched, her full red lips bared back over gleaming white teeth.
Yes, it wouldn't be long now, he thought, until he rammed it deep up into her steaming cunt and shot his eager sperm all the way into her soft white belly. By God, she wasn't too good for him any more, just a little bitch screaming to be fucked by any cock that came along. Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it all right... and get it good!
Unaware of her tormenter's thoughts, Sue squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of his flicking tongue until she thought her pounding heart would burst through her ribs. A hot, growing pressure was building somewhere deep up inside her heaving belly and the young woman sensed she was soon going to cum. The panting young wife let it approach nearer with trembling anticipation, her hands frantically guiding Murdock's head deeper and deeper between her twitching thighs. Oh, oh, it was almost here, just another second, a few more scorching swipes of that marvelous tongue... and then nothing.
"W -What?" the surprised young woman exclaimed, lifting her head to see what had caused the terrible absence between her legs, and she saw to her disappointment that her ruthless blackmailer had ceased his licking and was grinning down at her from above. Sue twisted in overpowering frustration. Forgetting that only a few minutes before she had been sickened at the thought of this man's touch, she now found that she needed him more than anything to quench the fire burning out of control up inside her love-denied cunt. Writhing helplessly in passionate hunger, the frantic young blonde pleaded.
"Oh God, why did you stop? Why didn't you finish? Please finish... I almost... "
"Hold on, baby," Murdock leered, "I got just what you need."
"Oh, please hurry, please hurry," Sue begged, hardly knowing what she was saying, aware only of the sudden craving that had made her body almost a stranger to her. She pressed her thighs tightly together to try and contain the fire that burned within but the pressure against her passionately swollen cuntal lips only made her need greater. "Okay, baby, now I'm gonna fuck ya," Murdock breathed hoarsely and moved up over her body. Sue lay still, her thighs opening again as her breath rasped painfully in her throat. Once more her eyes fixed on that huge fleshy pole jutting from beneath Murdock's belly and her stomach quivered as though it were already sunk deep up inside. Paralyzed with desire, the young woman watched the huge blood-inflamed penis approach nearer and nearer. "Oh, oh, I want it. Fm me, fill me with it," she moaned.
"Damn, I got a hot one on my hands," Murdock moaned in reply, slithering his lips one last time over her sensitive body. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. You're gonna twist and squirm when my prick sinks into your belly. You're gonna beg and scream for it." Sue lay frozen under his obscene words, their very lewdness strangely exciting her, little tremors of lustful expectation rippling over her naked flesh.
"Open up, baby, I'm comin' in," Murdock cried out in triumph. One last little flicker of apprehension struggled in the young wife's whirling brain. She knew she was doing wrong, committing an unforgivable act, but she just couldn't help it. She needed this man. She needed his cock! Obediently she opened her thighs wider, catching her breath as Murdock levered up over her, his arms stiff. Reaching down with one hand, the big man guided his hard throbbing penile length forward with his fingers and parted her fleshy vaginal lips with the rubbery head. The waiting young woman could not keep from shuddering with delight as she felt that first soft electrical contact against the edges of her moist pussy. Turning her head to the side and shutting her eyes, she lay still for what seemed an eternity in utter subjugation below Murdock. It was out of her hands now, no more decisions to make. Whatever would happen would happen.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh," she breathed as she felt a harsh pressure against her tight little pussy. Murdock pushed.
"Aaaaggggghhhhhh," Sue moaned as the heavy, blood-swollen tip of his cock slipped through, cruelly stretching the tight little opening, in spite of all the secretions gathered excitedly there, until she felt as though her thighs would split apart from the relentless pressure. Suddenly, with that sharp searing pain, all the passion fled from Sue's body and she only wanted to escape the horrible impalement that lay ahead.
"Oh, please no! Please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me," the frightened young blonde whined in an unconscious plea, her eyes opening wider with fear as she saw Murdock's sadistic grin. Oh God, he was killing her and enjoying it, she thought as she writhed helplessly beneath that slow relentless penetration of her vagina. Suddenly she saw the grin fade from his face, to be replaced with a look of sheer raw lust.
Christ, the big man thought to himself, he couldn't stand it any more. The sight of this snooty young blonde helplessly spread-eagled below him, his massive rod of flesh disappearing persistently up into her golden pussy-hair drove him wild. He had to fuck her Now! And with that he fell forward, his weight smashing her breasts back hard against her chest, at the same time driving his hips forward so that his long thick cock tore into her pussy like a raging freight train, pushing moist soft cuntal flesh before it in rippling waves of submission. It slid in with one smooth rush until his hairy balls smacked heavily against her tightly clenched ass-cheeks.
"Oh God, oh God," the tortured girl cried beneath him. Never in her whole life had she been so filled, filled beyond endurance. Murdock's cock felt as if it had ripped her vagina into a thousand shreds when he speared so mercilessly into her not caring how much he might hurt her. And now his impaling rod lay sunk lewdly deep in her pain-wracked belly, filling it to the bursting point. There wasn't one tiny ridge on that fiery shaft that the whimpering young woman could not feel as it pressed into her, enclosed in her warm wet pussy like a hand in a well-fitting glove. The terror-stricken young wife lay still, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring, aware of Murdock hovering motionless above her. Neither made a sound, both of them aware of the swollen member connecting their panting bodies. Then, without warning, Murdock jerked another inch up between the young wife's trembling legs sprawled out wide on either side of his massive bulk.
"Uuuhhhhhh," she groaned breathlessly, her face contorting with the new pain.
"Told you I'd stretch out that tight little cunt," Murdock taunted her, and once again he shoved a little deeper.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhhh," Sue almost screamed this time, the cords in her neck standing out.
"It'll go a lot easier if you just stop fighting it," Murdock said above her. "Just relax, let yourself open up." And the big man thrust forward once again. Willing to try anything to escape the terrible pain, Sue forced herself to relax as much as she could, and sure enough, it hurt a little less.
Sensing the loss of Sue's last remaining ounce of resistance, Murdock impatiently clamped his wet lips down over hers and began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. From the way she had responded to his tongue, Murdock knew it shouldn't take long now to turn this relatively innocent young woman into a raw squealing mass of helpless desire. She might like to think of herself as a sweet faithful young wife, but underneath that sexual conservatism there obviously lurked a latent hot streak. Well, Murdock vowed, he was going to turn on that hot streak, and he hoped that it would get him many a repeat performance of this afternoon's lewd work.
Underneath him, Sue's body began to involuntarily react. But then she thought, why not? There was no longer any reason to fight the obscene desires flaming through her veins. The battle against lust had been lost long ago, and even the humiliating thought of her total surrender sent perverse chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Karl Murdock's cock skewering wetly into her widening cunt. Her whole body began to twitch and writhe beneath him and she began to moan incessantly up into his mouth. Low hums of servile acceptance spilled from her in torrents and her face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead under her disheveled blonde hair.
Murdock slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the soft cheeks of her sensuously moving buttocks, harshly digging in his fingers. He remembered with lust-inciting clarity the many times he had stared up the hotel staircase at this lovely ass, and the realization that Sue's buttocks were now his to do with as he wished drove him to an incredible frenzy. the young wife's tender flesh was flexing under his fingers, and he jerked her buttocks harder up into his loins, feeling Sue's thighs open a little more in response, her moist cunt flowering open to take more and more of his cock.
The abandoned young housewife realized the pain was gone now and her legs on either side of that madly impaling shaft were jerking and quivering uncontrollably. Keeping her eyes closed and working her tongue up into Murdock's mouth, Sue mewled soft velvety sounds of pleasure as she writhed passionately beneath her tormentor. Nothing was in her mind now but the delicious sensation of lying beneath a man who was fucking her, and she wanted to give him back the same pleasure he was giving her.
Reveling in his mastery of the moaning young woman below him, Murdock moved suddenly into longer smoother strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on 'the outstroke, and then he would thrust forward into her uplifted buttocks again until his cum-inflated balls slapped harshly against her unprotected anus. Sliding one hand down between their sweat-soaked bodies, the slaving hotel clerk let his fingers feel his own swollen cock sliding smoothly in and out of Sue's pussy, caressing the moist hair-lined folds that clung tightly to his rampaging hardness, feeling her sensuous cuntal softness pulling and giving with each long hard jack hammer thrust up into her roiling depths. He fondled her pussy lips without slowing the strokes of his plunging shaft, bringing wilder moans of lust-enraged acceptance from her passion-twisted lips, feeling her vaginal orifice flower open in greedy desire as it tried to swallow the whole of his madly driving hardness.
Murdock quickened his thrusts as the girl's sex-maddened body thrashed wildly below him, making each stroke hot and pulsating and deep. She was getting ready to cum, he could feel it as her legs jerked up on either side of him, her back beginning to arch. Reaching down to put his hands behind her knees, he forced them up and over so that her kneecaps were pressed tightly into the mattress on either side of her head, rolling her into a helpless ball of primordial lust. Now the shamelessly panting young wife's wide-stretched pussy was completely open to him as his pile-driving loins smacked brutally into the hot fleshy slit.
"Oh, oh, oh," Sue chanted. rhythmically beneath him. This was how she wanted to be fucked, she knew it now hard and deep and brutally, the way Rajah had fucked her yesterday. Yes, yes, yes, she wanted to be used and shamed and beaten. And most of all, she wanted to cum, cum endlessly.
Groaning with his own lust, Murdock quickened his strokes, boring far up into the hidden recesses of Sue's cunt, searching out the most secret comers of her womb. Her breasts below heaved and quivered up against his chest, the tiny hardened nipples digging lewdly into his perspiring flesh.
Then suddenly she shivered under him. Looking down, Murdock saw her glazed eyes open in a blind, frightened, uncomprehending stare.
"Oh," she shrieked. "Oh God! I'm cumming... cumming... CUUUMMIINNGG!"
All at once Sue's twitching cunt opened up and a warm wet flood gushed out around Murdock's pistoning cock. He thrust faster, digging deep, wanting her to remember this all her life. The wailing, bucking girl jerked upwards toward him several times, her cuntal lips nibbling and sucking at his penis as if she were trying to milk the life out of it. This final added agony drove Murdock to new heights of passion and he made one last desperate thrust into the mass of convulsing flesh beneath him, feeling a sudden white-hot explosion deep in his drum-tight balls. A stream of molten semen shot madly the length of his wildly vibrating cock, jetting far up into the climaxing young wife's hotly shuddering belly. The combined heat of their cum mingled for a moment far up inside her womb and then gushed whitely back out around the base of his still pistoning cock.
Sue shuddered one last time, lost in the joy of her orgasm, feeling as if she had been rocketed to some fabulous new universe, all shooting stars and fiery suns. She hung in this magic land for a moment and then suddenly went limp, her legs splaying obscenely out on either side of Murdock's still heaving body. Completely satiated at last, the young housewife lay for a moment in her own private paradise, not wanting to remember where she was or with whom.
Finally, feeling Murdock stir above her, Sue forced her eyes open and stared up into the hotel clerk's smiling face. He was clearly about to say something, but suddenly they were both startled by the sound of furious pounding and yelling on the door of the room.
"My God," Sue cried out in horror, recognizing the voice that was cursing and shouting her name, "It's my husband!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Dennis Walker received Yvonne's phone call he sat for several minutes at his desk, trying to decide just what he should do. True enough, he had promised to go see the beautiful young divorcee, but what could keep him from changing his mind? He owed her nothing.
But then he realized the reason he had agreed to see her in the first place was because he wanted to. Even with this admission, Dennis didn't let himself dwell on his true reasons, but rationalized that it had something to do with working out his marital problems. So, after making some vague excuse, the young man left his office and headed for the hotel. Once there, he hesitated on the stairs, reasoning that if he ran into his wife he could just tell her he'd come home early. But there didn't seem to be a soul in the hotel, and he reached Yvonne's room without incident. The nervous young husband tapped lightly at the divorcee's door, almost hoping there would be no answer, but it immediately opened and he found himself staring at the dark-haired beauty.
The first thing Dennis noticed was that she was wearing a robe, hardly the thing to be welcoming guests in, he thought. Realizing it was too late to back out now, Dennis went in, hearing the door close behind him with a kind of finality.
"Hi," Yvonne said in her usual low exciting voice. "Have a seat." He sat, and without even asking what he wanted, Yvonne went over to a cupboard and poured them both a drink. "Glad you could make it, neighbor," she said, handing him an almost full glass. Dennis found himself wondering if she was wearing anything underneath the robe. From the way it clung to the curves and hollows of her voluptuous body, he doubted it. Deciding to ask her why she had called, Dennis started to speak, but she beat him to it.
"Tell me about your troubles with your wife," she said.
Dennis hesitated a moment. "What's to tell," he answered. "We just have our little differences. "
"Sexual?" she asked.
"I suppose so." Dennis was getting nettled by the woman's prodding and decided to shock her. "She has trouble cumming," he said.
"You sure you don't have trouble making her cum?" Yvonne shot back. For a moment Dennis became angry, then, looking into the dark, all-knowing eyes across from him, his defenses crumbled. "Right," he said, "I guess I don't last long enough." Christ, why was he saying these things to this woman, almost a stranger?
"Well, when you make love to her again, does she still have a hard time?"
"Again?" Dennis asked in confusion. "Well, you know, I make love to her once, and then... "
"Ah," Yvonne, said, shaking her head knowingly. "I get the picture. Didn't it ever occur to you that... that... she" paused then grinned. "I think you need a lesson." The lovely divorcee came nearer to the confused young husband, her voice growing lower and more confidential.
"There's nothing wrong with a young man cumming right away," she said, fixing him with her eyes, "but then, don't you think he owes it to the woman to let her have a chance to catch up?"
"W-what do you mean?" he asked, shrinking back a little as Yvonne knelt right in front of his chair.
"You're young and virile," she answered. "You should be able to get it up more than once, and the second time would probably turn the trick. Let's just see."
And before the amazed young man could move, Yvonne reached forward and expertly unzipped his fly. The next thing he knew, her fingers were smoothly extracting his penis through the opening. With gaping mouth, the stunned young man saw his own cock lying in Yvonne's palm, pulsing gently as it began to quicken into life.
"My, you react fast," she said. "Let's, see how long it takes you to cum." Still sitting transfixed in his chair, Dennis watched in disbelief as the beautiful brunette slowly lowered her head towards his eagerly throbbing penis, which was jerking larger with every passing second. Jesus Christ! He'd been in this room for less than three minutes, and now a woman who's sheer beauty and sensuality had always made her seem as remote and unavailable as the Sphinx was about to put his naked cock in her mouth.
"Hey, wait a minute," he said, but then his voice choked off as his lovely torturer's tongue shot out and stabbed against the tiny opening in the head of his penis. Under that incredible stimulation his rapidly growing shaft of flesh burst into its full glory, rearing up before Yvonne's beautiful face.
"Mmmmm, it likes me," she crooned, then ovaled her full sensuous lips and slid them moistly over his lust-swollen cock-head and began to suck softly. Staring down in amazement, the surprised young man looked in awe at the lovely head poised over his aching loins. He knew he could probably just reach down and push her away, but at the moment that seemed like an impossible idea. Instead, his eyes half-closed as overpowering feelings of pleasure began to ripple upward from his hotly trapped penis.
"I-I, we shouldn't be... " he began, and then with an incoherent groan, the young husband reached down to wrap his hands tightly in the thick lustrous hair that spilled over his loins. With a jerk he pulled Yvonne's warmly sucking lips further onto his pulsing hardness.
It didn't take long, maybe less than a minute, and then, true to form, Dennis could feel the familiar bliss-filled churning in his balls.
"Jesus H. Christ," he groaned, "I'm gonna cum. Don't stop sucking!" Then his rigid staff began to vibrate as the first hot jets rushed its long swollen length. Dennis would never have admitted it, but his cock had never been in a woman's mouth before, so he was unprepared for the incredible sensation as Yvonne worked madly on his spouting shaft, working him to heights of passion that were almost unbearable in their intensity. As his head arched back in ecstasy, he was able to see out of the comer of his eye the almost ludicrous picture of Yvonne's cheeks ballooning out from the pressure of his gushing sperm, and then hollowing as she swallowed madly. It seemed to go on for an eternity, and then the depleted young husband slumped back in the chair, his exhausted penis deflating in Yvonne's mouth. The smiling divorcee let the limp organ slip wetly from her mouth, at the same time licking the last traces of his warm saline sperm from her lips. "You win the hundred yard dash," she said maliciously. "I see what you mean. A girl would have to be a sprinter to keep up with that." Her words deflated Dennis, who thought she was making fun of him, but the lovely woman got lithely to her feet. "Now, it's time for the resurrection," she said, and slipped the robe from her body. Even though she did it quickly, Yvonne managed to impart an unbelievable aura of grace and mystery to her disrobing. Even though he had just cum, Dennis could not help uttering a gasp of appreciation as he saw the voluptuous body bared so sensually before him. For a moment his tortured eyes couldn't decide whether they wanted to focus on the proud dark-tipped breasts or feast on the softly shadowed treasures that nestled up between Yvonne's smooth ivory thighs.
Walking up to the seated gaping young man, her naked hips swaying provocatively, Yvonne reached out for one of his hands and then pulled him unresistingly to his feet. As soon as he was standing before her, she moved close and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Even before she pulled the garment completely from him the brazen seducer leaned forward and traced her stiffening nipples in tiny circles over his naked chest. Immediately the gasping young husband felt a faint lurching in his loins. Even though he knew he should resist, Dennis made no move to stop Yvonne as she began undoing his belt. Before he knew it, his trousers were in a heap around his feet.
"Kick off your shoes," Yvonne ordered. Dennis removed his shoes. He was now standing wearing only his shorts, and while his penis was not exactly erect, it was also not as shrunken and lifeless as it had been a moment before. His lovely seducer began to slowly work the tight shorts down over his hips, letting the elastic band rub for a moment over his still dripping cock.
Once the thin garment was down around his ankles, Dennis automatically kicked them free, at last standing completely naked, his reviving cock at half-mast. Without a word Yvonne came into his arms and at last he felt the warm naked length of her pressed against his trembling flesh. Reaching down, she took his virile young penis in her hands and forced it up between her tightly clamped thighs, into the little "vee" where they joined to her lovely swelling hips.
Rocking back and forth, the shameless brunette began to pull at his newly throbbing staff with her whole body, while at the same time reaching up to bend his head down to hers. For a long, long time their wetly heated lips met, tongues darting together inside the moist caverns of their mouths. Finally Yvonne pulled back and smiled up at him.
"I think we can start over again," she said. And sure enough, Dennis was acutely aware of his mightily pulsating penis that disappeared into Yvonne's soft dark cunt hair. He felt it must be reaching clear out the other side beyond her buttocks, it felt so big. Never had he been more aware of his hardness. For a moment the young man wondered what this beautiful woman would do to him next, then a sudden feeling of power swept over him.
Hell, who was the man here, anyway? He thought. Without warning, Dennis pushed her backwards so that she stumbled back against the bed and fell on it full length, her legs slightly parted. Without a doubt she was aroused, Dennis thought, as he stared lecherously at the pale pink cunt lips gleaming wetly through her dark pussy hair. Following her to the bed, the emboldened young husband forced her long graceful legs further apart and knelt between them, expecting to see her face raised towards him in fright on revulsion, but instead he received a glittering smile.
"Now you know that you can always get it up again," Yvonne said throatily. "Now for Christ sakes, when the hell are you going to fuck me?" These last obscene words seemed to snap something inside Dennis, some restraint that had characterized his sexual life ever since his marriage. Crawling forward on his knees, the maddened young man lined his bulbous cock-head up with Yvonne's wetly waiting cunt and shoved, without waiting for the slightest preliminaries. As his massively pulsating penis disappeared up inside Yvonne's wetly clasping pussy, Dennis got his reward as he watched the sudden look of shock and pain come over the seemingly invincible young divorcee's face. By God, he thought, this'll teach the little bitch a lesson! Man was always the master in the sex act, and his power to hurt her at will was the best proof. Without waiting for her to get used to his huge invading presence, Dennis began to repeatedly ram his powerful young loins forward, sinking his shaft mercilessly into her hotly quivering cunt.
But to the rutting young husband's amazement, Yvonne's groans of pain almost immediately changed to wild cries of pleasure. Her beautiful legs snaked up around his sides, ankles locking behind his back, and with a sudden sense of triumph, he knew he had a real woman thrashing beneath him. Determined to uphold his end of the fierce battle raging between them, Dennis began to ram a series of piercing thrusts into Yvonne's eager little pussy, expecting her to flounder beneath them just as Sue did. But to his amazement, he had only made about four or five strokes when Yvonne's back suddenly arched, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Here I cum, lover... number one... oh God, God, GOD!" And under the young man's amazed gaze, his paramour suddenly turned into a berserk raving animal, her sleek strong body spasming out of control. For a few seconds Dennis had the impression he was riding a bucking horse and that he would not be able to stay on top, but digging in his toes, the straying young husband determined to ride it out and kept his rigid penis buried as far up inside Yvonne's madly writhing belly as he could manage. He looked in awe down at the divorcee's face, which was transformed into a thing of radiant beauty or depraved ugliness, depending on one's point of view. At one point she looked as she had the night before with the moonlight on her face.
Hardly had this first orgasm spent itself than another began, wilder than the first, as if the crying moaning woman had been saving up a lifetime of denied passion. Half mad with lust, Dennis jerked his thick aching penis from her all-devouring cunt and rolled her roughly over on her stomach, then reached beneath her waist to jerk her to her hands and knees. Yvonne's softly curving buttocks loomed' before the young man's eager gaze like twin fleshy moons, and he quickly slid his hand up between them to find her passion-dripping slit, followed closely by his relentlessly probing cock which he slammed home again far up into her belly with a vengeance. He fucked her that way, holding onto her wantonly writhing hips while she buried her face in the blankets to stifle her insane cries of pleasure. On and on it went, Dennis feeling all-powerful, ready to reduce all womanhood to mewling, sobbing, moaning creatures, ready to fuck all night, when finally Yvonne collapsed in front of him, his long gleaming shaft sucking free of her satiated pussy.
"Mercy, please... I'm all fucked out," Yvonne begged. And she looked it. Her ribs were heaving as she struggled to take in enough air. For a moment the young Hercules knelt above his ravaged mistress's supine form, filled with triumph. Then he became aware once again of his rigid penis.
"You may be all fucked out, but I'm not," he snarled and tried to lift up her buttocks again.
"No, wait. You'll kill me," she begged.
Quickly rolling over the lovely brunette slowly spread her legs, presenting her red swollen slit up to his hungry gaze. "Let's do it another way," she said. "Put it in, but hold still." A little confused, but still willing, Dennis did as she asked. When he once again had his painfully swollen member sunk up to the hilt between her wide-stretched pussy-lips, he discovered the reason why. All of a sudden he felt a powerful tug on his cock as Yvonne contracted her trained vaginal muscles. Sinking his shaft a little deeper, he met the next one halfway.
"Uuuuuungh," he moaned, almost tempted by the incredible feeling to begin ramming wildly once again into Yvonne's naked body, but she seemed to read his mind.
"No, hold stilI," she commanded. "Let me do it for you." The contractions began to come regularly now, and it felt to Dennis as if a warm, hot, wet sheath was milking the life out of his delighted genitals. "What if I stopped now?" Yvonne asked tauntingly, "stopped without giving you a chance to cum. Do you understand your wife a little better now?"
Dennis was too far gone in sensual bliss to pay too much attention to his beautiful torturer's words. All he knew was that with each new hot squeeze around his thick bloated shaft, he was a little closer to cumming. Finally, he felt that old familiar churning deep in his balls and knew this was going to be one orgasm he would never forget. Just as the hot searing flood began to rush the length of his madly jerking member, he pulled it almost all of the way out and then thrust it brutally back into the obscene sucking depths, feeling his wildly throbbing cock swell to unbelievable proportions as it began spurting its white hot load far up into Yvonne's womb.
This last powerful jab and his the erotic feel of the hot cum jetting into her depths triggered off one last orgasm for Yvonne, and both the lovely divorcee and the newly adulterous husband thrashed together for long moments, spilling their passion juices in sticky pools onto the mattress below. At last it was over, and the two sweat-slippery exhausted bodies collapsed together. For about five minutes neither moved, both needing to regain their breath, then Dennis rolled from Yvonne's satiated body, winding a little as his battered cock slid out with a lewd sucking noise from her still slightly palpitating cunt. "Never in my life... " Dennis began, "Never in my life have I had anything to match that. How will I be able to go back to making love to my wife?"
"Don't you think you're being a little unfair?" Yvonne asked. "She looks like quite a woman to me, and from what you say, she must like to make love."
Dennis screwed his face up as if his next words hurt a little. "Sure, she likes it in a kind of passive way. I guess my problem was that I married too innocent and inexperienced a girl. I just feel I can't really cut loose with her."
Yvonne shook her beautiful head in amusement. "You just don't know that girl at all. What would you say if I told you she was a real ball of fire; needing a hell of a lot more loving than she's getting?"
"I'd say you didn't know what you were talking about," Dennis replied, nettled once again that this unbelievably bold woman was prying into areas' where he felt she had no right. "Want me to prove it to you?" Yvonne asked. Dennis stared at her, a little twinge of apprehension starting up deep inside his brain, but then grew stubborn. He shrugged as if saying she could do as she pleased, then watched with poorly concealed interest as the lovely dark-haired beauty reached out one naked arm and picked up some of the photographs Murdock had left behind. She handed them to Dennis without a word. It only took the young man a moment to see that they were among the most obscene pictures he had ever seen, photographs of some young blonde being fucked by a huge German shepherd. Then suddenly his whole body tensed and his eyes bulged as he took a closer look at the lewd blonde in the photographs.
It was his own wife!
Dennis never knew how much time went by. Finally, he cleared his dry constricted throat and managed to half-whisper to Yvonne, "Where did you get these?"
"A friend gave them to me."
"They-they must be a fake," Dennis managed, but was cut off by Yvonne's next words, which almost totally destroyed him: "And did you know that right now she's upstairs fucking Karl Murdock?"
"What?" the horrified young man shouted out in surprise. Then Yvonne saw she had gone too far too fast, for Dennis's face began to darken with rage. Without a word the young man jumped to his feet and started for the door.
"Wait!" Yvonne cried out, "You don't have any clothes on," and that comment may have saved someone from being murdered. For the moment at least it focused the enraged husband's attention on something besides his wife's shocking infidelity. But before he could actually begin pulling on his clothes, Yvonne moved quickly to the closet. Taking out a man's dressing gown that she always kept there for unexpected guests, the worried brunette tossed it to Dennis, then pulled on her own. "Come with me," she said as calmly as she could, "and I'll show you." Too confused to know what he was doing, the betrayed young husband instinctively obeyed the firm words of command. Looking rather conspicuous in their matching robes, the two recent lovers started up the stairs. Yvonne halted for a moment outside Murdock's door, hearing Rajah whining within. She decided maybe it would be better if he came along, just in case Dennis got totally out of hand.
"Is that the dog in the pictures?" Dennis growled dangerously.
"Yes, but you certainly can't hold it against him," Yvonne responded. Then all three continued up the stairs, Rajah frolicking along awhile until he managed to pick up the sense of oppressive heavy feelings, then he continued in a more cautious manner. A little surprised that Yvonne didn't lead straight on to his and Sue's room, the brooding young man nevertheless followed her up through the narrow attic door. Looking around for a moment, the lovely divorcee soon found the peephole and slid it open, pressing her eye close to it. For a long moment she watched, then motioned for Dennis to take a look. Not quite understanding what was happening, the young man glued his eye to the hole and then his whole body stiffened.
To his horror he was looking down into his own bedroom, where Karl Murdock was fucking the hell out of his wife! The two new voyeurs had come up to the attic in the last couple of minutes of Karl and Sue's final orgiastic mating. With unbelieving eyes, Dennis saw his supposedly gentle little wife screaming and thrashing in abandoned pleasure, obscenely encouraging her ravisher into ever new depraved acts.
Just then, both Murdock and the young watcher's wife started their orgasms, and Dennis could not believe the incredible effect it had on Sue. Frozen by shock, the sickened young husband could not take his eye away from the hole until all was over, and the exhausted duo below lying together in com-soaked bliss. Then, uttering a low sulfurous oath, he bolted for the stairs and a moment later was insanely hammering on the door of his own room, cursing and crying out his unfaithful wife's name.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As soon as Sue Walker heard her husband's voice through the door, her face turned white and she looked wildly around for some way to escape, but it was hopeless. Dennis was pounding on the only exit. .
"Oh, my God. It's my husband. What are we going to do?" she wailed to Murdock, and to her amazement the big man got up, still naked and strode straight to the door, opening it. "No!" Sue shrieked and tried to cover herself as Dennis came flying into the room, closely followed by Yvonne and the excitedly barking Rajah. Dennis stared for a moment at his terrified young wife as she scrabbled ineffectually to cover her nakedness with the edge of the bedspread.
"Whore!" he shouted. "Tramp, slut, pig! So this is what you do when I'm slaving away at work." For a moment Murdock ran his eyes appraisingly up and down the enraged young man, noticing the robe he was wearing.
"Pretty fancy clothes you wear at the bank," he observed cynically.
"Why you bastard, I ought to... " Dennis said, starting' toward Murdock, fists raised, but then thought better of it as Rajah started barking thunderously, seeing his master threatened. Unable to vent his rage in this direction, the frustrated young man stood for a moment and then decided the only outlet left to him was his pitifully cringing young wife. Striding roughly forward, Dennis ripped the bedspread from her lushly ripened young body. "Christ, you'd fuck anything," he snarled.
Sudden tears spurted from Sue's eyes. "Please, Dennis, you don't understand,'" she sobbed. "He made me do it. He said he'd cause you to lose your job."
"And what did the fucking dog, do?" Dennis roared back. "Threaten to report you to the S.P.C.A.?" Sue fell silent then, knowing she would never be able to make him believe. She was lost, ruined. The heart-broken young wife wished there was some dramatic way she could kill herself, right then.
Dennis fell silent a minute, not knowing what to say next. Instead he stared down at the lovely young woman he had been married to almost a year, realizing how little he had known her. What in hell had gone wrong? Was it her fault or his? The first faint glimmerings began to start in his mind that perhaps he had forced her into a role that did not really reflect her personality.
Maybe he had married her as a symbol and not as a woman; a lifeless, bloodless symbol of inhuman purity to make up for some guilt he himself felt, maybe some hidden dark experience out of his childhood; some forgotten Freudian horror. Maybe that was why he had so much trouble making love to her. One doesn't expect a statue, an ideal to respond with moans and cries and orgasms. Well, something in him had never permitted her an orgasm; something that caused his body to automatically end it when he sensed her growing passion. As he stood there, his mind opened for a moment, a sudden strong intuition, an inspiration almost, came over the pondering young husband. He stepped forward quickly, ripping the robe from his body.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he said in a tight voice. "I'm going to find out what everyone else, sees in you."
"Oh, no, no, not here," Sue choked. "Not in front of all these people." She waved feebly toward Murdock and Yvonne and Rajah, all standing near the door, watching quietly.
"Why not?" Dennis said. "We're all one big happy incestuous family." And with that he reached down and unceremoniously pried apart his wife's shaking legs, appalled for a moment by the thick cum still oozing from her cunt. He had never followed another man before, and had certainly never expected to do so with his own wife, but something drove him on. "Goddamn, open up," he barked, and the frightened Sue hurriedly shrank back. Never' before had she seen her husband like this; so commanding, so strong, so frightening. It slowly began to occur to her that he might be capable of hurting her, but still, the embarrassed young woman hesitated, casting a furtive glance towards the onlookers. That was a mistake. Enraged with his straying wife's obstinacy, particularly after he had caught her in bed with another man, Dennis began raining down blows on Sue's cringing thighs. Rolling her roughly over he repeatedly smacked her firm rounded buttocks resoundingly with the flat of his hand, instantly turning the white satiny flesh a bright red.
"Oh, oh, oh, stop! You're killing me!" Sue screamed struggling to escape, but then, as if by magic, the pain of the blows gradually kindled a spark of sexual hunger deep up inside her belly and thighs. Her screams turned to moans, and her rounded thighs slowly opened while she ground her throbbing young cunt into the mattress in time to the exquisitively painful blows. Looking down in amazement at his obviously aroused wife, Dennis decided for the tenth time, in the last few minutes that he definitely did not know her, but one thing was clear; she was ready to fuck!
Roughly rolling over the panting Sue, Dennis quickly positioned himself between her now widespread legs, holding his thick, fully erect penis in his hands as if it, too, were something he was going to beat her with.
"Oh, lover, fuck me." Sue pleaded, her ass-cheeks grinding up off the mattress. Needing no further encouragement, Dennis fell on her sensually writhing body, worming his cock into her wet, hair-lined slit until the head popped up inside her hungry pussy. From the very first thrust Dennis knew he had a tiger on his hands; a mewling, straining, clawing she-wolf who made Yvonne look like a frigid old maid.
They had been fucking for only a few seconds when Dennis wondered if he was going to be able to handle his wife's long-suppressed needs all by himself. For a moment he thought of enlisting Murdock's aid, but then a sudden idea struck him like a thunderbolt.
The very depravity of the plan that flashed through the young husband's mind caused him to stop short in his fucking, stunned by his own obscene audacity. His passionately twisting wife immediately noticed that he was no longer ruthlessly plunging his cock up into her burning depths and asked pleadingly: "What's the matter, Dennis. For God's sake, don't stop now like you always do."
"Don't you worry, baby, you're gonna get all the fucking any woman could want. But first I want you to wrap your arms and legs around me." Sue obeyed without question, and then gasped out in surprise as Dennis quickly rolled them both over, until she was sitting on top, straddling his loins with his long throbbing staff of flesh impaling her cunt from below. Never having made love in this position before, the pleasantly surprised young wife began lifting her nakedly rounded buttocks up in the air and then sliding down on Dennis's long thick penis, delighted at the new sensations she could work into her own fiery pussy. Then she felt Dennis's strong young hands pulling her shoulders down while his loins pushed her own hips high up in the air.
"Yvonne," the young husband called, "Get Rajah over here." The dark-haired divorcee hesitated a moment, and then when she saw what Dennis was getting at a lewd smile came to her face. "Well, I'll be damned," she heard Murdock mutter next to her.
"What's... what's happening?" Sue asked in surprise.
"We're gonna have a little company," Dennis answered. "Rajah's joining us." Still the confused young woman did not understand. But a second later she felt a familiar cold nose sniffing at her backside as Yvonne led the willing animal up to her obscenely raised buttocks. She knew then that the big animal meant to fuck her, but everything was filled back there except her...
"Oh God, no. You're not going to let him take me there! He's too big, he'll rip me wide open."
"Now take it easy, honey," her panting husband soothed. "Remember, you're cunt was virgin once too. You'll get used to it." The terrified young blonde vainly tried to struggle up from her husband's tight embrace, but his arms were too strong. And then Rajah's hairy forelegs settled once again familiarly around her quaking hips, pinning her from behind.
"Oh, please, please. Dennis... Rajah... Don't hurt me, lovers," the young wife pleaded. But it was far too late now. No one in the room would have had the courage to pull Rajah away, now that he had already mounted the woman he wanted. The big dog stood a moment, shuffling a little closer on his hind legs, his bright pink tongue lolling excitedly from his mouth. Already the watching Yvonne and Murdock could see his huge scarlet cock sliding wetly from under his belly, ready to thrust into the fearfully puckering anus of the defenseless young woman pinioned before him.
Sue felt the hot tapered point trail over her quivering buttocks, finally catching for a second at her tight rubbery little anal ring. Anuses were really much more conveniently placed for the dog, easier to locate than the hot little mating-holes that nestled underneath almost out of sight.
Sensing that pointed threatening presence jabbing at her anal opening, the shaking young blonde tensed, knowing there were never any gentle moves from Rajah, and sure enough, as soon as the big German shepherd sensed a receptive cavity before him, his powerful loins jerked forward, worming the tip of his monstrous fleshy pole just up inside. Immediately the excited animal began his usual machine-gun thrusts, pounding into the cringing white buttocks of the loudly moaning female.
Wham, wham, wham, the huge cock thundered forward, each mighty thrust driving it another inch into the young wife's hot rubbery depths. She held stock still for a moment, her eyes widening in shock and pain, almost paralyzed by the terrible shaft that was being hammered into her bowels.
"Aaaaggggghhhhh," she screamed. "He's killing me. Dennis, help. Get him out of me." Her husband's only answer was a mighty thrust of his own swollen penis up into her momentarily forgotten pussy, sending incredible waves of sensation flooding through her. For a moment this new stimulation made her forget the alien presence tearing apart her tender backside, and the desperate young woman decided to concentrate on letting the one fight the other. She found that by worming her wetly clasping cunt down as far as she could on her husband's long rigid penis, that the agony in her cock-stuffed rectum was almost cancelled out. And in another few seconds she began to receive little messages of pleasure from Rajah's pistoning animal penis too, as her anal muscles slowly relaxed and stretched, allowing the big dog easier access to her rectal depths.
After a moment's experimentation, the happy young woman found the two huge penises pounding up into her innermost depths were now fucking into her in synchronization, and she pressed back to meet their rhythmic forward rush, feeling as if some great molten ball of fire was regularly filling her belly, only to wane, then fill her once again.
"Oh, lovers... beautiful cocks... pound into me... fill me, fill me," the suddenly raving young blonde moaned out.
Standing a few feet away, the still naked Karl Murdock found his temperature rapidly rising as he stared at the obscene trio before him. Looking over at Yvonne, he saw that the lovely divorcee was also aroused. She had opened the front of her robe, bending a little forward, and the fingers of one hand were buried deep up between her thighs, disappearing into her soft brown pussy-hair. For a moment the big man was tempted to take his lust out on the obviously ready woman; his cock was once again throbbing into full erection. But an idea had slowly been taking charge of his mind while he watched the lovely Sue being fucked by Dennis and Rajah right before him. He wanted to be a part of this lewd scene.
Walking forward, his distended penis swaying like the boom of a sailboat, the excited hotel clerk moved right up in front of Sue, facing her as she crouched over her husband. "Got something for you here, baby," he said, positioning his massive stalk less than an inch away from her passionately parted lips. For a moment the young blonde seemed unable to focus her eyes, so powerful were the spasms of pleasure coursing through her body. She had never sucked a cock before; in fact, had never let the idea enter her mind. Now, impaled between her husband and a rutting beast, anything seemed possible to the lust-filled young woman.
"C'mon," Murdock urged. "Put it in your mouth and suck on it like you were sipping soda through a straw." For a moment the young wife didn't seem to hear, then her hand slowly reached up towards the purple-veined shaft, hesitated, then wrapped tightly around it and squeezed, forcing a single shining drop of semen out the end.
"Uuuuunnnnnh," Murdock groaned as exquisite little shafts of pleasure shot through his eagerly pulsating cock at Sue's firm touch. Christ, I think she's going to do it, he thought gleefully. And sure enough, Sue stretched her head forward as far as she could and took the proffered instrument in her mouth. Murdock did the rest, unable to resist once he saw her full sensuous lips close over his jerking member. Reaching forward, he tangled his hands in Sue's long blonde hair while at the same time ramming the whole of his lust-swollen penis into her hot saliva-filled mouth.
Sue began to go to work in earnest, as if she had been sucking cock all her life. It was hard for a moment to synchronize her sucking with the heavy pounding up her forever stretched genital passages, but in a moment she found herself being pitched forward onto Murdock's long stiffened cock every time Rajah and Dennis rammed into her from behind and below. Strange masochistic pleasures seeped into the pinioned young woman's whirling mind as she was buffeted like a rag doll between the three panting males, a helpless receptacle for their collective lust.
Never one to be left out, Yvonne stood open-mouthed for a moment, watching the incredible quartet before her, then pulling her own Jabbing fingers from her pussy, the lovely dark-haired beauty whipped the robe from her body and stepped forward in all her naked glory.
Carefully lifting her left leg, she stepped over Sue, straddling her neck and facing the puffing whining Rajah. Thrusting her hips lewdly forward toward the humping animal and at the same time pulling apart her dripping pussy-lips with her fingers, the young woman called out: "Come on, Rajah, lick my cunt. Lick me, darling dog, until I go out of my mind." The big German shepherd almost smiled in his joy. It was one thing to have the pleasure of fucking into the tight little nether hole high up between Sue's jerking buttocks, something he had never done before, but at the same time to have a warmly scented female flesh offered him seemed an unbelievable dream. Eagerly the panting German shepherd's tongue shot out, digging far up into the hot slit before him, causing such a bolt of bliss to shoot through Yvonne's softly curved loins that her head shot back and then began to twist wildly from side to side, her thick dark hair flying in a rich cloud about her lovely face.
For a timeless moment the five celebrants were locked together in an obscene tableau, filling the room with the sounds of desperate gasps and the wet sluicing of passion-filled orifices. And at the center of it all was the lovely, previously innocent Sue. Never before in her whole life had the young blonde been so filled. Every opening in her body was stuffed with cock, and brushing sensuously against her tender sides were Yvonne's long sleek legs. She wondered how it would all end. Wondered how it would feel when those massive threatening penises began to spew their hot loads into her receptive body. Suddenly she dimly sensed a wild scream from above as Yvonne began to climax, driven to wild frenzy by Rajah's hot lapping tongue. She felt the ivory columned legs on either side of her jerk and tremble uncontrollably and then Yvonne's hot pussy juices came cascading down on her naked back.
About the same time, Murdock's big cock between her wetly ovaled lips started to swell to enormous size, and the frightened young woman knew that he was about to cum in her mouth. How would it taste? she wondered in sudden panic. Would she be able to take it all? Knowing she could never escape from Murdock's powerful hands clamped at the sides of her head, the gasping, sucking young wife realized that for better or worse she would now find out. Murdock's loins jerked forward into her face, driving his wildly jerking cock almost all the way down her throat while the big man uttered a loud cry of rapture. Then Sue had no time to think. All she could do was swallow as fast as she could as a hot torrent of thick spicy semen flooded into her mouth. Choking and coughing, the madly sucking young woman tried to do the best .she could, but there was so much of the burning fluid that it gushed back out her mouth and dripped in long white strings from her chin. Then Murdock was falling back away from her, his already shrinking cock sliding wetly from between her lips.
Filled with a strange vigor from the lust-inciting fluid that Murdock had pumped into her, the shamelessly aroused young wife crashed back against the two cocks behind just as Rajah finally began emptying his animal sperm far up into the hot rubbery depths of her rectum. The hard jets seemed to touch off some delicate trigger inside the already self-maddened young woman.
"Oh, God, fill me lovers," she cried out. "Fill me with your wonderful cum." Sue jerked back against the spouting dog-cock several times, drawing the milky liquid from it, choking it with her rectal muscles, making it collapse in weary exhaustion, all the life drained from it. As the shrinking scarlet organ flopped uselessly from her tight anal opening, the young wife now found herself alone with her husband, his the only cock still invading her wildly aroused young body. Knowing that her own orgasm was only seconds away, the berserk young woman began to raise her suddenly freed buttocks high in the air so that almost all of her husband's wetly gleaming hardness slid out of her steaming pussy, then repeatedly crashed heavily back d own, as if trying to drive the huge pleasure-giving shaft all the way through her body.
"I-I'm cumming, Dennis, darling... cumming... cummmm... AAAAHHHHHHHHH... " The tired young husband smiled up as his lovely blonde wife screamed out her passion above.
"I've been saving something for you," he said with undisguised glee, and then his own sperm shot heatedly up from his balls to race' the length of his long pistoning cock before finally mingling far up inside his wife's churning depths with her own gushing secretions. For endless moments the young married couple strained together in final bliss, joined together by the hot life-giving fluids that flooded out over their tightly locked loins. When it was over and the sweat-streaked bodies of the young couple lay still, their arms remained locked around one another in loving embrace; they were finally joined together in mutually shared bliss.
Murdock had meanwhile slipped on his clothes, and he handed Yvonne her robe.
"Come on," he said gently. "I think we're intruding on something private." And signaling to his dog, he led the way out the door.
