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My Sensuous Secretary ....(68k)    by Jill Davies

FOREWORD

Frances Millburn wanted to be a star. She had tried one way of getting there, namely through hard work. And when that failed, she decided she would have to get there in a more roundabout fashion.

Firstly, she got herself a job, just to stay alive till she hit the top. The day she began work mere, her boss seduced her. Or did Frances seduce him? She was hot and pretty, an unbeatable combination in any office.

Her sexual antics soon became legend in the building, and many men took to following her around. Frances didn't mind in the least. Her lust knew no bounds, and the more men there were, the better her chances for finding satisfaction.

Eventually, she found herself a rich and handsome man who was only too willing to introduce her to the better side of life. While people there liked to screw as much as anywhere else, Frances found they liked more variety.

She was a hit, and when Richard Jansen took an interest in her, it seemed as though she was made on all levels. She had connections, a great lover, and the future lay at her feet.

There was only one problem: Frances had to have every man she saw. Her incredible appetite drove Richard to distraction. He just couldn't keep up!

CHAPTER ONE

I had tried every way I knew to get myself into a comfortable position. Stardom, however, eluded me. All those months and years of hard work counted for nothing when your agent decided he didn't want to see you again, and the theatrical connections you have are suddenly broke and out of sight.

All in all, I didn't think it was a life for a girl like myself. Frances Millburn, alias Fran Mills, star of a number of intelligent but un-box office productions, now found herself in the position of being broke and without prospects.

There comes a time in every girls life when she feels the need to do stock-taking. I was doing mine. And the inventory was none too pulsating. In debt, broke, hungry, good-looking, but hungry for sex, and my apartment was bare.

When you're in the middle of your twenties, that ain't good! By that time, a girl's supposed to be on the road to somewhere, preferably arrived already. The girls I'd gone to school with were all married, dropping babies like dandruff, and driving about in long station wagons. Me, my damn sandals were worn out from walking! Not that I'd want to be in their place! But I would like a little comfort now and then. Like a meal.

I lived on the lower East Side of New York, which is not exactly heaven, but I -managed. I got tired of it, I got tired of the whole scene. I was in debt, mostly bills that I had gotten during school. I graduated from school with a degree in theatre and acting.

One night, I had a TV Dinner, and I watched the roaches crawl up and down my walls. I was pretty depressed. I hadn't had an acting job in almost a year. I had done several showcases, but that was it.

I was depressed about the way I was living, and about the fact that I had spent several years studying to be an actress, and hadn't been able to do what I wanted. I was really pretty down.

I had no idea what I was going to do, and I knew that I had to decide on something soon, or I was going to starve. That was when I decided to go out into the straight world and look for a good office job.

I really didn't want to work in an office, but I figured it was better than starving. So I did it. I got hold of a newspaper the next day, and I started calling the various places. Most of the jobs were filled even before I called, which I thought was pretty .early. I called at nine, but even then the jobs were gone.

I was getting depressed. I finally called up Metropolitan Media.

"Name please?" said the receptionist.

"Frances Millburn," said I, deciding not to use my stage name.

"Any experience?"

"Well, yes," I lied, but I figured that I could pass the typing test. I also had my own system of shorthand.

"Good, come in tomorrow morning at ten. All right?"

"Fine."

"You'll want to see Mr. Winsome."

"Thank you." I was very excited. I wanted that job very much, I would have done anything to get it. I had no scruples when it came to survival. I figured that the big thing was my existence, and no matter what was asked of me, I would do it.

I got up that morning bright and early, and put on my best and sexiest dress. I figured that my good looks might pull some weight. I checked myself out in the mirror. I combed my blonde hair, put a little touch of rouge on my cheeks, and used a very pale bit of lipstick on my lips.

My breasts aren't huge, but nice and firm, and with the low neckline of my dress, they showed nicely. My tummy is flat and firm, and my long legs flare nicely at the hips. I looked like a nice lay, and that was the image that I wanted to give. Mind you, I didn't want to look cheap, just desirable. I thought that I had achieved that rather well, and then I caught my subway and headed uptown.

The offices of M.M. were very plush. There were original oil paintings on the wall. The lighting was very tasteful, everything smacked of the corporate man and the executive life. I was titillated by the possibility of having a decent job.

"Miss Millburn?" asked the receptionist.

"Yes."

"You're exactly on time, would you fill out these forms ? Do you need a pen?"

"No, I have one." I took the forms and went to a table. I wrote down my name, address, social security number, and phone number. I filled out all the forms. I lied on the question about experience. I filled in fictitious places of employment, and did not tell them about my prior life as an actress. I knew if I mentioned that I had acted, that that would easily blow my chance.

Most corporations will not hire ex-theatre people because they're not fully convinced that the "ex" will stay that way. I checked "no" in the box beside the line that asked, "Have you ever applied with us before, if-" I finished filling out the forms, and then I returned them to the receptionist who took them and told me to wait.

I waited. I waited some more. Finally, a young stocky man came out and addressed me. "Miss Millburn, will you please come in. I'm Mr. Winsome."

"How do you do?"

"Well. And you?"

"Fine, thank you." We walked into his office and my eyes almost dropped out. There was this huge room, filled with potted plants and oils on the wall. The view from the fifteenth floor was on Central Park. The whole thing was exquisite. I sat down in a lovely black leather chair.

"I see you have experience. How long did you work at Astrotronics?"

"A year."

"That was in Detroit?" "Yes."

"I've never heard of them. Are they big?" "Well, yes, no."

"You seem rather perturbed. Don't you know if they're big or small?"

"They had large offices, but I didn't have anything to do with their records, so I didn't know how well their business was doing." I was worried that he might catch on to the fact that I lied.

"Curious that I haven't heard of them before."

"Well, perhaps they aren't known outside of Detroit."

"Possible." I was getting more uptight. I squirmed in my chair. I wondered what I was going to do if he caught me lying to him. Was that against the law?"

"Miss Millburn, what about Bingham, Bascomb, and Barley. Were they located in the same area?"

"Yes."

"I haven't heard of them either. That's strange. You see, we have a branch office in Detroit." I tried to gulp without his noticing.

"Would you like some water?"

"Yes, I would appreciate that."

"You all right?"

"Yes, Mr. Winsome."

"Before we go on, I'll have to ask you to take the typing test. Miss Harris will show you the typewriter. Can you work an electric?"

"Yes." I went out into the next room and returned about ten minutes later with a typing speed of eighty words per minute with no errors. I showed the test to Mr. Winsome. He seemed rather impressed.

"You did that very well. Are you ready to take the steno test?"

"Yes." He handed me a pen and pad.

"Ready. Take this down, dear Ted Lacy, we are sending you a shipment of the requested parts, in particular, the electro-super thoogie, and a large shipment of zingers, a-e-io-u. Testing the requirements of the last dog which jumped over the sleeping fox. All systems go, go Metropolitan Media. Enclosed is a list of hydraulic shaft elevators, your friend, Ned Winsome."

. I took down the message exactly as he had said it. He then asked me to type it up, and I did that too. He was very impressed when I handed the letter to him.

"Excellent, Miss Millburn. Most applicants muff that test, because of the nonsensical things that I say, but you did splendidly. Now let's see if you can take down a serious letter." This time the letter was much longer, and very complicated, but again, I passed the test with flying colors.

"Once again, I must commend you. It's unfortunate that we can't employ you." I almost cried.

"Why?"

"Surely, you know?" "I'm sorry?"

"Well, as I said, we have a branch office in Detroit, so I took the liberty of verifying the existence of the companies you said you were employed at."

"Oh," I moaned.

"The fact is, they don't exist. Since we specified that the facts on the form must be true, we cannot hire you. I'm sorry."

"But--" "Why did you do it?"

"Well, I need this job, but I don't have any office experience." "You don't?" "No."

"But you did so well." "College. I had to write several papers and I learned shorthand."

"Well, you did rather well." "I need this job."

"What have you done for work? You've been out of school for five years." "Yes. I was in theatre." "Ah, an actress." "Yes."

"And you thought that we wouldn't hire you because you had been in the theatre?" "That's right."

"Well, you should have asked."

"But I didn't have any experience."

"In this case, with your excellent abilities, you didn't need to have any experience." I was very mad at myself for not having done things the honest way. I was sick to my stomach. I knew that I would go home to my crummy apartment and eat the last bit of food I had and then probably starve.

I didn't want to sponge off of anyone, not even my best friends. For one thing, most of them were in the same state of financial stress as I was, and even if they hadn't been, I found the whole thing distasteful. I decided that I would try and use sex to get the job, at this point I was desperate. I got up and walked over to him, placing both hands around his neck.

"Gee, Mr. Winsome, isn't there any way that I could earn that job?"

"Well, uhhh." I rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'd do just about anything to get that job. I don't have any money and I used up the last of my unemployment checks."

"Well, why don't we discuss this over lunch. I'll meet you at the Flaming Duck at about one." He dismissed me and I walked out of the office. The receptionist smiled at me on the way out.

"Did you get the job?"

"He wants to think about it."

"Oh, well listen, honey, that guy is a letch, be careful." It was eleven when I left the office. I had two hours to kill, so I walked around town looking in the windows, shopping with money that didn't exist, and hoping that I could get the job.

I met Mr. Winsome at the Flaming Duck at one. He waved to me and escorted me to a table in the corner of the room. I was very impressed by the rich atmosphere of the restaurant.

"Order anything you want, my little dove." I did. I ate better than I had in about a year. I was stuffed to the gills by the time we left. He called a taxi and we got in.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To my apartment for a private interview. I'm not expected in the rest of the day. We have all day, and all night, if necessary, to discuss the possibility of your getting hired."

I knew what was coming, and I wasn't worried at all. I wanted that job, and I was willing to do anything to get it. His apartment was just as plush as his office and it was much more livable. He showed me to a spacious couch, served some drinks and then sat beside me, placing his arm around my neck.

"I'll tell you what, my little lady. If you'll do certain favors for me, I'll return the favors. Understood?"

"I think so."

"Good." He turned and kissed me. I kissed him back. We were soon embracing passionately. One of his hands was in the top of my dress. I was aroused by the way he was feeling my tits. He found my nipple and rubbed it.

I breathed deeply, exhaling a lot of air. I wanted him, not so much for his beauty, but because I was horny for the job, and for some sex. I hadn't been fucked in about a month.

I was on the pill, so I had nothing to worry about. I wanted to take out his penis and rub it into my cunt. I was hungry for him, and I had no shame about what I was doing. I kissed him, and slid my tongue into his waiting mouth.

"Hmmmmmmm, that's very nice," he said, as he fondled my boob. "Very nice." I kissed him on the throat, flicking my tongue at him. I worked the tongue up and down his throat. He murmured as I did. I was getting hotter, and I knew that I would soon be on my back with his cock in my pussy.

I ran one of my hands down to his crotch and I found his stiff member. I slid my hand over the bulge in his pants, and I patted the package. I began to stroke it up and down. He gasped as I worked the finger up and down on his thing. He was very aroused by the way that I was playing with him.

I was ready for a good fuck. I could tell. My cunt was creaming like crazy. I was ready for his stiff rod, and I was eager to have it in my body. I rubbed\his shaft a few more times.

In the meantime, he was fondling my boobs some more, and he was working his hand down to my cunt. He cupped his hand over my Venus mound and he started to squeeze and then release. I was pounding as he worked his hand up and down on it. I wanted him badly. I looked at his face. He had a rugged pockmarked face, with dark eyes.

He was not an attractive man. He was stocky, but not fat. The weight and muscles were well distributed on his big-boned body. I wondered how long his cock was. I had this thing for big cocks. And the bigger the better.

I worked my hands up and down his body, kissing him a few more times. I could no longer control myself and I pulled down his zipper. I pulled his cock out and worked it in my hands. He was gasping as I worked the cock up and down in my hand.

His prick was circumcised. The head of his rod was turning purple and a bit of juice had formed on the orifice at the tip of his cock. I ran my fingers over the head.

His cock was plenty long, a good seven or eight inches. I knew it would fit nicely into my cunt. I worked my hand on it some more, and while I was doing that to him, he was fondling my boobs.

He found my nipples and he tweaked them. He grit his teeth together as I gripped his cock and pulled on it. The head of his cock darkened some more, and I worked my hands up and down on it. I loved the way that he felt in my hands.

The flesh of his cock was so very smooth and spongy. I played with him some more. He was gasping as I pulled on his cock. I gasped several times as I worked my hand up and down on him.

I pulled on his thing some more. He screamed passionately, and begged me to pull his pants off. He stood up and I wasted no time in undressing him. His cock bobbed up and down, and I felt compelled to give it my fullest attention.

I went down on my hands and knees and pulled the thing into my mouth. I sucked on the head of his cock. He was gasping as I did. I pulled on it some more and then I started to squeeze his nuts in my hot hand. I worked my fingers over the base of his cock.

He was very aroused by the way that I was playing with him. I pulled on his cock some more. I loved the way that it felt in my mouth. I flicked my tongue up and down his shaft. I sucked on the head of his thing, and then I licked the aperture. He was gasping and panting as I sucked on him. I thought that he was going to come in my mouth very soon.

I pulled the cock out of my mouth and then bit on the top of his dong. He yelled, and then he slammed the thing into my mouth again.

I pulled on the cock with my lips. I was very hungry, and I wanted to have his come in my mouth. I was eager for the taste of his spunk. I licked the head of his cock several times. I pulled the cock out again, and rubbed my lips up and down his stem. I bit gently into the rubbery flesh of his dick. He was whimpering as I fluttered my tongue up and down on his dong.

Finally, his wad burst into my mouth. I sucked deeply on the cock, hoping to drain him of all his seed, then he pulled his limp pecker out of my body. He undressed me quickly, and he kissed me on the boobs. He pulled my nips into his mouth. He worked them up and down in his mouth.

I was panting ferociously as he worked them in and out of his mouth. He moved his tongue down my body, and fluttered his tongue into my navel. I was panting heavily as he flicked his tongue in and out of my navel.

He moved his tongue down some more, and then he fluttered it into my cunt. I screamed as he shot his tongue into my twat. He licked around my mound. He pulled on my cunt hairs. He pulled the folds of my pussy into his mouth. He sucked on the wrinkles and then he found my clit.

He sucked my clit, with me writhing and thrusting my cunny out to him. He clamped his mouth down on my twat, and he slid his tongue into my clit some more.

I was tensed with my body arched. He slipped his hands under me and he worked it into my ass cleft. He found my anus and he shoved his finger into it.

I screamed as he worked his finger into my asshole. I thought that there was no finer pleasure than to be eaten while my anus was being fingered. I loved every second of it. He fingered my sphincters and he pulled on my pussy flaps.

I was dying as he worked his finger into my anus some more. The intense pleasure was more than I could take, and I knew that I would come soon. I was humping and pumping my twat into his mouth.

He rubbed his lips into my cunt some more. I grabbed the pillow that was underneath my body and held on for dear life. He worked his mouth onto my twat some more and then I started coming.

I jerked wildly, like a person in the throes of a convulsion. My body spasmed, and spasmed again. The sensations of heat and cold surged through my body. I could hear the wet slap of flesh as he worked his mouth on my beaver. I thrust it up again, and came some more.

I closed my eyes and I saw a thousand different colors shooting off in my head. My body was enmeshed in the wondrous glow of sex. Every fiber of my body was singed with sexual desire. My quim was quivering with intensity. I felt as if I was a goddess of some sort.

My body hummed as I experienced the orgasm. I was enraptured by what was happening to me. I tensed my body again, and tossed my cunt up to his waiting tongue. I was held in his hands, and his finger was pushed into my anus once again. I thought that I was going to die from sheer pleasure. He ground his mouth down on my quim once again.

He pulled his mouth away again, and this time for the final time, and then the sexual feelings, the supreme sensations ebbed from my body. I lay there on the couch, drenched with the sweat of sexual activity.

The fuck that he had given me had been fantastic. I had loved the way he had lapped my cunt and I wanted him to repeat it, but before I could ask him to do that he said to me, "Do you still want the job?"

"Of course."

"You fuck real well, or at least you suck real well, and I want to fuck you. Will you blow me so that I can shove my staff into your wonderful twat?"

"Yes." I pulled his thing into my mouth and worked my tongue and lips over it until it was stiff. Then he had me spread my legs and he mounted me.

He shoved his cock into my quim and I was seized by the wonderful sensations of fucking. I was glad that we were not finished. I was ready for more, and I wanted to fuck all night. I felt like sucking until the next day.

He moved his hard body over my soft one and we heaved our thighs and groins together. His tool slid into my body and he rotated his hips so that the cock made circular movements in my body. I was very aroused by what he was doing. I was enmeshed in the enjoyments of sex. He pumped his thing into me some more and I heaved my body up as he did.

He crammed his thing into me and I met each one of his thrusts with one of my parries. He fucked me good, his cock filling my quim to capacity. I marveled at the way that he fucked me. He had his hands on my ass again, and he pumped the hell out of my cunt.

I thrust up my groin and then I came again. I was falling into a vortex of sheer pleasure. I fell spasmodically into the focus of pleasure and ecstasy. I was falling as fast as I was being pumped, and then I felt a gushing of come into my quim and I felt Ned writhing as he fucked me harder.

Finally, we stopped. "Well, kiddo, you got the job. But if you don't mind, would you fuck me some more? You're the best."

"You got spunk and I like that. You'll get three hundred dollars a week." That was more money than I knew what to do with. I had never had that amount of money in my entire life!

"I know you can handle both the required parts of the job, and also the 'social' part. We have a mighty horny firm, and I hope that you'll be willing to play around a little."

"Yeah, don't worry about that. I love to fuck and if the rest of the guys are half as good as you, everything will be ducky, or should I say fucky?"

"Whatever, but I think we will get along very well here. Welcome to Metro Systems Media."

Two mornings later I reported to work. The receptionist showed me around. I was to be Mr. Winsome's private secretary. The work itself was not difficult, but I had a difficult time adjusting to the social requirements. I was ranked above the office girls, and the office boys, and was not to mingle with them socially. There were some people on my level and some who were above me.

I wasn't really on Mr. Winsome's social level, but because I was his secretary, that made things a little different. The managers of the different departments and the other executive secretaries were on the same level.

The second day of work I was asked to go out with a manager from the Sales Department. He was very attractive. He had dark hair, a good build and a gaunt face, but one that appealed to me, and he was about thirty.

He asked me over to his apartment, and it didn't take me long to get the idea. I was soon in his bed with him on top of me. The fuck was very good, better than Ned Winsome's. He really knew how to use his equipment, and I shot off about six times.

The next night, I had a different date. But the evening 'climaxed' the same way. He pumped me until I thought I was going to be raw in the cunt department. He had a wang that I couldn't believe. It wasn't such a long thing as it was thick. He worked it in and out of my quim and I pumped away, trying to please him.

I was beginning to realize that my appetite for sex was about to be sated. I fucked every night of the week. A different guy fucked me every night. One night I even took on' two good friends. That was a real gas! They were both hung like horses, or so it seemed, and I was beginning to wonder if a big dick was one of the requirements for employment.

The two of them fucked me at the same time. I had never done it that way, and it was a great experience. They both worked on my body, kissing and fondling me, so that I was very aroused.

Then one of them spread my cheeks and pumped my ass, with his cock ramming my asshole, and the other worked his prick into my cunt. The sensation of being fucked by two guys at the same time was really something. I thought that I would die from sheer pleasure. They filled me with their cocks, and I could feel both of the rods in my holes. One guy was working his thing in and out of my anus, and the other guy was fucking my cunt. I was about to explode. I loved the way it felt! I was thrashing about on the bed.

I pulled on my hair as they fucked me. Our bodies kept time together. We rubbed our bodies together and I was filled with the wonderful sensation of fucking. My membrane which separated my anus from my cunt felt like it was going to be ripped apart. I thrust out my ass and he would pump the hell out of it. The three of us all came together and I was filled with a sense of awe.

I had everything I wanted. I had money, more money than I had ever dreamed of, and I had sex! I had more sex than I'd had in a long time. Oh, my sex before the job was all right. Adequate. But there would sometimes be a month between screws. This was very annoying. I had an incredible need for fucking and if I didn't get it I would often think I was going crazy.

The only other thing I wanted was to move. I finally did that. I found a nice apartment with three large rooms and two small ones for two hundred a month. I moved from the lower East Side to the West Village.

Everything was going better for me than it had in years, and I could hardly believe it. If anybody had told me that things would get better, I would have laughed myself silly. But they did get better.

CHAPTER TWO

Around the middle of the second week, I met someone that was to have a profound effect on my life. His name was Hank Burns. He was a very impressive man. He knew lots of things and he had lots of connections.

The day that I met him I was amazed at the effect that he had on all the girls and even most of the men. He had dark red hair, and the day I first saw him, he was wearing a light blue suit, with a yellow striped shirt, and a solid red tie. I would have guessed that the suit was worth about four hundred dollars. It was a beautiful piece of work. He was very tall and he carried himself with an air of nobility. The whole office hushed as he walked in. The machines stopped typing, and everything was silent.

"Don't mind me, continue," he said. I was running an errand for Ned and I turned to Anita and said something to her.

"Who is that?"

"Hank Burns, vice president."

"Oh." He looked at us, started to frown and then smiled. He said nothing, and then he walked out again. I thought about the way he had smiled at me and I nearly melted. Then I told myself to behave and stop acting like a school girl. I went back to Ned's office. I had finished my task and he called me back in to take some dictation for him.

"So, Hank was in. Impressive, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"How would you like to fuck that hunk?" I was getting tired of Ned. He was turning everything into some kind of sexual suggestion. Oh, he was a nice guy, but I was beginning to find him obnoxious.

"You know I could arrange for you to meet him."

"Oh?" I tried to act disinterested, but my cunt was throbbing. I really did want to fuck him and I guessed that most of the other girl had the same desire.

"Yeah, I know Hank and his wife, Amy, pretty well." At the mention of his wife, I felt my hopes crash to the floor. I had the feeling that he was a loyal husband.

"Hey, don't let the mention of his wife depress you. You can still score."

"Well, I don't know."

"He does it all the time." That statement made me feel pretty cheap. I was just another lay, or that's the way he made it sound.

"I'll tell you what. I'll have him in this office tomorrow. Would you like that?" "Yes."

"Okay, it's done. I'm not a VIP around here, but I've got some pull. Do you know that he had contacts on Broadway? He might be able to help you out with your acting career."

For a second I felt a flutter in my heart. I wanted to go back to the theatre. Then I thought about it some more. I thought about the frustrations and depressions. I thought of the months spent in rehearsal, only to have the show close in a week, and all the other rotten things that went with the glamour of theatre.

Was it worth it? I didn't know, but I did know that I wasn't going to take any more risks. If this guy did have contacts, I still wouldn't quit my job unless I had a sure thing.

The next day I met Hank. "Hank, this is my secretary, Miss Frances Millburn."

"How do you do, Mr. Burns."

"Fine, but please call me Hank. Everyone else does. At least they do behind my back." He looked me over and from the way that he smiled, I got the idea that he liked what he saw. I got the idea that he really wanted to crawl into my panties.

He glanced down at my crotch and then he looked up again and stared at my tits.

I was a little embarrassed with his inspection, but at the same time I was thrilled. "She's a great little lay," said the coarse Ned.

I flushed deeply as he made that comment. I didn't want to be thought of as being loose. Hank looked me over good and then grinned. "I'll bet she is. Are you?"

"I wouldn't--" "Oh, come on, Fran, you know you're the best!" said blabbermouth Ned.

They bantered about for a while and I just sat on the sidelines. There was the second man on the totem pole of Metropolitan Media trying to get me away from one of his executives! Well, well, it looked as though the wind was turning in my favor.

In the end Ned agreed to let Hank borrow me for a weekend. "But I have to have her back on Monday," said Ned, with an attempt at a grin. "After all, I saw her first."

"If you think I'd pull rank on you, Ned, you're damn right," said Hank with a dazzling smile.

CHAPTER TWO

Hank made the date and he was punctual. Right on time, he pulled up in front of my place and I nearly fell over my feet trying to get down the stairs before he could slip away. Not that he would have. I just wasn't in the mood to take chances.

While he drove me out to his home, I couldn't help but think how drastically my fortunes had changed since getting this job.

This was the way to do it. Use your wits and especially your body, and you can't help but get ahead.

He talked fluently and amusingly on the way, then he swung his car into the driveway of a mansion. Of course, it was nothing to him, but to me so much affluence was almost obscene! Gardeners, maids and a butler appeared from nowhere.

His collections of rare objects, books and coins must have tipped the scale at several million. Then he showed me his yacht. We walked through the house, and finally he showed me into the library. Here he kept his collection of tin soldiers, complete armies of them. He liked them best of all, though he didn't neglect to show me the other things. There was a collection of miniature cars and swords and medals. This was all in the parlor. He hadn't shown me his other rooms, and I was curious as to what things were in them. I knew that he must have had millions of dollars.

I found out later that he was worth about twenty million and his wife was worth a great deal too, but of the two of them, he had most of the money. Some was inherited and some was earned.

He showed me into his den and there, on the walls, were trophies from various hunts.

There were two elephant heads on the walls and a tiger, a Hon, and various other animals.

I could hardly keep from rubber-necking. I was simply astounded at everything he owned. He had so much money, it just didn't seem possible.

I wanted to pinch myself, and ask myself if this was really happening, but I knew that it was. We finally ended up in the living room, which was decorated in modern furniture. Everything about the house was impeccable. The painting on the wall was an original by Pollock. There were several other paintings by modern abstractionists. There was a Kleiner, and a Sindar.

I knew then, sitting there and sipping a drink, that I was going to fuck him without any kind of inhibition.

"What do you think of my chateau?"

"Fabulous."

"Really, it's nothing."

"Uh, I find it quite impressive."

"You shouldn't. This is just my summer home. My estate is much nicer and my apartment in the city is also something that I quite like. My wife does too. You do know that I'm married."

"Yes."

"Ned, I suppose?" "Yes."

"Crude bastard, but he does do excellent work. One of the finest employees that we have."

"Yes, well I really don't know about that."

"I respect him for his abilities, but he can be quite crude. Especially when it comes to matters of a sexual interest."

"Oh, well, he does bother me sometimes."

"Understandable, quite understandable. He does have good taste in secretaries." He gave me a sexy grin, which sent shivers up and down my back.

"Thank you."

"You're a beautiful girl. You look damn familiar. Were you ever on the stage?"

"Well, once or twice." It was more like fifteen or twenty, but I didn't want to be rash.

"I thought so. What was your stage name?"

"Fran Mills."

"Yes! Were you in "Barney's Bear Island?" It had been a short lived off-off Broadway show.

"Yes."

"That was at the Third Street experimental theatre?"

"Yes, I played the naked lady." "Yes. I remember that part quite well." "Thank you. I did enjoy that character." "What else were you in? No, don't tell me." "You want some help guessing?"

"No. 'Macbeth?' The musical number, with Lady MacBeth played in drag?"

"Yes. I was Macbeth in that show. The director wanted to invert the roles and see what that would do."

"Quite interesting. But you were in other things. Didn't you play the old lady in 'Dita's Doam?'" "Yes." I was very excited. He was really remembering me and telling me that I was good. Oh, he was going to get a fine fuck. I was going to screw him until his eyes popped out.

" 'Oedipus Rex?' " "Yes."

" 'The Miser' ?" "Yes."

"You've done a lot of fine work. What are you doing working for my firm?"

I told him my story about how rough my life had been. "Fran, I have lots of contacts in the theatre. I know several producers and directors who might be interested in you. Would you like that?"

"I don't know."

"You've lost some interest?"

"I just see the realities of it now and not all the glamour."

"Well, I couldn't guarantee anything, but I could get you appointments with my friends.

Why don't you think about it."

I thought about it. I wanted to go back to the stage, but at the same time, I really didn't. I was happy with the money that I was making and with the people that I was meeting. I promised myself that I would give it some more thought before rejecting him, but I knew that I had to have something to guarantee me a permanent job in the theatre before I left what I was doing.

"Fran, would you like to go out to my yacht?"

"I've love to."

"Good." We walked out to the wharf, and then we went to his yacht. I felt the spray of the ocean on my face, and my hair was blown around. Hank picked me up and carried me on to his yacht. His crew cheered as they looked at me and then one by one they left the upper deck and went below. I looked around. I looked out into the ocean, and then I looked back towards the house where we had been.

An exhilarating feeling came over me. The sky was cleared of clouds, as if someone had taken a broom and swept the sky clean. The water lapped against the yacht. How should I describe the way I felt. I knew what it was like to have money, or at least, I was getting a glimpse.

There was his house on the shore and here we were in his yacht. I saw nothing but dollar signs as I looked at the shore.

The yacht was moving out now. We pulled away from the wharf and headed out to the ocean. I walked around the yacht getting ideas. I thought about ways of getting his money. My thoughts were not based in reality, but a futile fantasy to have money. I thought it would have been great to have that much money. It seemed unfair to me for one man to have so much.

We went down to one of several rooms. He showed me some trophies he had as a result of sailing. I admired them and then he put the make on me.

He grabbed my arm and he clamped his mouth over mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I pulled on it briefly, and I decided to let the tongue go back into his mouth. He embraced me and rubbed his chest against my breasts. We kissed again and then I rubbed his neck with my fingers. He seemed to like it. I moved my fingers up and down his shoulder bases. He panted a little as I worked my fingers. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to give him lots of attention and I wanted him to fuck me.

It was very important to me that Hank fuck me. I could explain exactly why, but I knew that it was unimportant. I embraced him again, rubbed my tits into his chest and rubbed his head. I was dressed in a black bikini and he had nothing on except a pair of white trunks.

I could see the bulge of his cock. I ran my hand to his crotch and started to massage it. He groaned as I rubbed my hand over his penis. I moved my hand up and down, and he seemed to like what I was doing to him.

I kissed him on the lips as I worked my hand up and down his rod. I wanted to make the shaft long and hard so that I could take it into my cunt. I was eager for his cock.

I kissed him on the face some more. I rubbed my breasts into his chest and then I pulled off my top. My breasts bounced out and he put his hand on them and started to feel them. He worked his mouth over them. He kissed my nipples and my soft flesh. He sucked on them, creating a creamy feeling in my cunt. He worked his mouth over my tits some more and I was heaving and panting. I was very hot and I wanted nothing more than to fuck.

Hank put his hand on my breast and he pulled the nipple away from the tit. He pinched it and I screamed a little, even though I was very aroused by the way that I was feeling. I loved the feel of his hands on my breasts.

Hank ran one of his hands down to my bikini bottoms and he placed a hand in my pants. I was excited by the feel of his hand on my Venus mound. He squeezed my swollen lips and he ground my pubic hair with his fingers. He worked his hand up and down in my box. I was panting as he did. I loved the feel of his hand on my crotch, and I thought that I was going to die as he worked his finger up and down my cunt.

I had him pull down my panties so that he could get at my cunt and I pulled down his trunks so that I could work on his dick. I held the prick in my hand and pulled on it. I worked my fingers up and down the stem. Hank was heaving and gnashing his teeth as I rubbed his cock with my hands.

We were lying on the floor in his yacht, kissing and stroking each other. Flashes of heat and eroticism surged through my body. I felt as if I were glowing. My body seemed very excited by what I was doing, and there was no denying that I was enjoying it. I pulled on Hank's prick some more and then I leaned over and kissed it.

I thought about eating him out, and then I decided not to.

I was just going to play with his prick for a moment, in my mouth, and then I would pull on it. I picked it up and I put the hardened muscle into my mouth. Then I sucked on the tip of the prick. I worked it in and out of my mouth and then I pulled it out.

Hank was gasping as I finished working on his cock. He told me that he thought I was very good and I told him that our day had just begun. I was really eager for fucking.

He kissed me on the breasts and then he worked his mouth down my body. He finally got to my pussy. He put his mouth on it and started working on me. He worked his mouth on my cunt lips for several minutes. He pulled my folds into his mouth. He shot his tongue into my hole and I started squirming and writhing. He worked his tongue in and out of my snatch. , It didn't take me long to come. I spasmed, and my muff was drenched. I could feel all the juice leaving my body. He worked his mouth and lips into my muff once more and then he removed his mouth. I loved the way that he made me feel, but I knew we weren't through yet. I wanted to have some more action. I wanted to fuck all night! I was willing to take the whole crew on. I was quite sure that I could take on the whole crew. I had great confidence. There was one thing that I did very well and that was fuck. I could fuck beautifully! There was no one that would deny that fact I was ready for Hank when he came, but instead of fucking my cunt he did something else. He grabbed my ass and he placed his head between my cheeks. He worked his mouth onto my anus. He was rimming me! I had only been rimmed once before.

He worked his mouth up and down my crack, his tongue flickered here and there, touching the soft flesh of my rump. He bit into my cheeks and I would cry every now and then. He sucked on my cheeks and I was so very excited by the way that I was being touched.

He worked his mouth all over my butt. He bit my ass several times. I was very aroused by what was happening, and I wanted to have my muff shoot off. He worked his mouth on my flesh and pulled at it until I was writhing and gnashing my teeth. He shot his tongue into my anus.

He worked one of his fingers into my cunt at the same time. He was eating my asshole out and fingering my cunt. He was making me feel very good and I liked the way that he was feeling me. He worked his finger in and out of my cunt and he worked his mouth up and down my anus. I was panting as he finished fingering me. He worked his finger into my cunt once more and then I came! He was doing some very nice things to me. He worked his finger in and out. I fell into a swirling light of sheer pleasure.

I was turning over and over as I reeled in the throes of fornication. I thought that my head was going to fall off. He worked his mouth on my anus once more and then he pulled his mouth away.

I gasped as he stood me up. His cock was still nice and big and he pulled on his own dong as he looked at me. I was very amazed at the way that he looked at me, and then he had me squat down on all fours, with my ass high in the air.

He ran his hand on it again, and then he slipped his finger into my cunt. He pulled the finger out and then he shoved the finger into my anus. He moved the finger around as if he were trying to widen my anus. He pulled the finger out and then he got on top of me.

I thought that he was going to fuck me doggy-style, which was one of my favorite styles, but instead of that, he worked his cock up- into my cunt, not into my anus. I screamed, with surprise, pain and pleasure. I had never been butt-fucked before, but this was more than just that. He pounded the thing into my anus and I loved it! I was amazed that it felt so good.

He rammed the thing into me. He could play with my back and I found that very much fun. I was imagining that he was doing all kinds of things to my body. He worked his prick into my asshole. I was feeling pretty good. He worked it in and out of my anal passage. I was heaving as he worked it in and out of my body. I liked the way he was making me feel.

I thought about my life and the way I had struggled to make it and I knew that nothing good had happened until I sacrificed that which meant the most to me. It was at that point that things began to happen. I got this job and I got Hank.

Hank was still banging around in me. I could not explain the way that it felt. It was nothing more than intense pleasure, yet, it was more. He shoved his snake into my abyss some more, and I loved it! He worked his thing into my body and I thought that I was going to come or die. I thought that both reactions were the same thing. There was a release, and then finally, rest. I wondered how many times one could die and if all the people who were walking around on this planet were dead, or if a few of them were alive.

I was having some strange thoughts as I was fucking. I related everything to nothing and nothing to everything. I worked my mind into a frenzy as my body was humping and pumping. I wanted every part of me to burst when the orgasm began.

I was feeling my body strain as he fucked me some more. He pounded his cock into my body and then I could feel myself going. I thought that I was going to explode. I knew that it was going to be sensational, so I really didn't think about coming back. I just wanted to explode. I wanted my, cunt to erupt. I wanted to feel my body tremble and shake and then erupt. That was all that I wanted.

In the meantime, I was feeling myself growing. I was zooming over the edge and then it happened. I was shot into a million different little pieces. My body melted, and was pulled together again.

And everything was really happening so fast that I couldn't get it together. I was swirling and falling and bursting into space. My body hummed and tingled. I loved the feeling of my climax. I was a shooting star. I burst into the heavens and then I slowed down.

In the meantime, Hank was having an orgasm, too. His body trembled and then he shot me full of hot semen. He let the stuff pour into me. I liked the way it felt. He seemed to be able to just let the sperm come whenever he felt like it. I could feel the hot load splash into me. I held it there, and then I got up and went to the bathroom. He kissed me on the back as I left the room. He waited for me as I returned and we went for a swim.

After the swim was over we went back to his house. He took me down to the billiards room. "Do you play?" "I did at one time."

"Good, join me in a game," said Hank. We busied ourselves with racking the balls up. He re-explained the rules to me and then we started.

"You're a pretty good player." I was winning. It was really just luck, but he was impressed. I shot into a side pocket without a hitch. The ball fell nicely into the pocket. I slammed another ball into a corner.

"Where did you learn to play?"

"College."

"College?"

"Yeah. One of my boyfriends. Always took me to pool halls. They were awful dates, but he taught me about playing pool."

"I'll say." I sank three more balls in succession, and then I missed. Hank did some more shooting. I was enjoying myself. I went to the bar and fixed myself a drink. I gulped it down and then I had another. I fixed Hank a drink and we played some more. I racked up a few more points. In the end of the first I won. He won the second game. Then he took me upstairs to a private room and he screwed me again.

This time he fucked me the regular way, after all, my anus was a little stiff. He worked his prick in and out of my cunt. I loved it! He worked his cock in and out of my soft poozle and I loved the sensation of his cock in my body. He pounded and rammed the thing in and out!

I was lying on the bed, writhing and thrashing about as he fucked me. He answered my thrusts and pumps. Our groins were keeping perfect time. I was very aroused by what was happening. He was fucking me and I was responding as well as I could. I moved my body in time with his. I was trembling as he worked his thing into me. I was thrilled by the pulsing of my body. He worked his cock in and out of my quim.

Every movement was fluid. He worked his shaft into my body. He pounded his thing into me. He worked his body up and down, and I loved the way he made me feel. I thought that he was terrific! I was trembling and writhing as he worked his thing into my body. I was thrilled by what he was doing to me and I wanted him to know that I was appreciating it. I thought that he was really something.

I pumped him fast! I answered each one of his thrusts with one of my own. I loved the wet, sloppy sound of our thighs slapping together. The smell of our bodies filled the air. I breathed deeply. I wasn't going to let these movements leave me forever, without noticing them.

I was aware of every movement, every second that happened. I was in a state of physical ecstasy as he pumped his rod into my quim.

I began to spasm. I could feel my body shooting off. I was falling into a vortex of pleasure. I was falling, and falling, and then I bounced back, almost suspended in something that was transparent, but it was moving, and breathing, and I could hear screams, screams of passion. I opened my eyes, and I saw Hank's sweating face as he rubbed his body on top of mine and he shoved his dick into my cunny.

I heaved myself once more, and then everything was released. I screamed with relief and passion, as my body shook and gave totally away. Soon, Hank joined me in my pleasure.

During the weekend there was only one thing that bothered me, and that was Hank's wife. I never saw her, but I had the uneasy sensation that we were being followed. I was to find out later that we were being followed by one Bernard Wells, private investigator.

The entire weekend that Hank and I spent together we were watched by Bernard Wells. Hank's wife, Amy, had employed Bernard, because she wanted a divorce from Hank. Hank was aware of the fact that his wife and he were not getting along well, but he had no idea that she wanted a divorce. All this was revealed later.

As it turned out Amy was having an affair with Richard Jansen, the president of Metropolitan Media. She wanted a divorce for a number of reasons. One, their marriage was on the rocks. Two, the alimony that she could get from the divorce was incredible. Three, she would marry into more money. But in order for her to do any of this, she would have to establish grounds for divorce, without exposing herself. Obviously, since she was having an affair with Richard, Hank had grounds for divorce too.

That was where Wells came in. It was his job to give photos, and other evidence that Hank was having an affair. The weekend that I spent with Hank was never interrupted. As it turned out, Wells never got the evidence that he needed. He only had proof that I was seeing Hank, but nothing else. There was no real proof that Hank and I were sleeping together.

Most of the evidence that Wells had was circumstantial. There was nothing to prove that I was doing anything beyond being Hank's private secretary. Had I known at the time the circumstance involving the private eye, and Hank's wife, I would have never gotten involved with him in the first place. There was simply too much at stake, and I wouldn't have wanted to cause him any problems, but as it was we knew nothing at the time.

Hank was a marvelous lover, and a great friend. After that weekend was over, we would frequently go to the theatre together. He took me to see several Broadway, and off-Broadway plays. I enjoyed seeing the shows. There was something great acting on the stage, and I was thrilled by what I saw, but I was also disturbed.

There was a terrible itch in my system, an itch to return to the theatre. I missed it terribly. I wanted to go back to the stage, and act again, but I kept thinking about all the money that I was making. I had managed to save up a good deal of money. I was quite happy. At least I was happy financially.

I tried to recall what had made me go into the theatre in the first place. I was a Piscerian. That wasn't the only factor, but because I have always believed in the astrological science, I thought that my sign had something to do with determining my destiny.

A goodly number of actors and other theatre people are Piscerians, there is no doubt about that. I had more going for me than that, however. My mother and father had been involved in vaudeville. They had been the?] famous team of Flo and Eddie. Flo and Eddie, a song and dance team. They told corny jokes, and they sang corny songs, and did corny dances. They were real theatre people, with one night stands all across the country. My parents didn't have me until very late in their marriage. They were always too busy traveling from one town to the next. They had gone into the hardware business before I was born. I guess things got too rough for them, but they kept all their memento s in a large trunk in the attic.

By the way, the name of the hardware store was Flo and Eddie, too. They had several trunks in the attic, in Des Moines. I used to go up there as a kid, and dig around in all the old costumes and things.

I would dress up, and then go downstairs and do an act for my parents. They thought that I was really something. They were always telling me that I should be an actress.

"Frances, you got a lot of talent, your mother and I are very proud of you, and we want you to go on the stage." They taught me voice lessons, dance, and mime from the time that I was about five. They also taught me about make-up, costuming, and business. They crammed everything that they knew into my head. They were unrelenting, but damn fine teachers. They were very proud of me, when I graduated from college at the age of twenty.

"Honey, we're real proud of you. You got your degree in three years, that's real good. You make me and your father look real dumb, but then we never had no schooling."

"What are you going to do now, Frances?"

"Well, I think I'll go to New York."

"And try to make it?"

"Yeah."

"Honey," my mother said, "you go to that city, and you show them what theatre is all about."

"You work up the best song and dance act in the world."

"I don't plan to do song and dance, that's kind of out of style."

"It is?"

"Yes."

"What are you going to do?" asked my father. "Act." "Act?"

" 'Hamlet', 'Macbeth,' the classics. Real drama, that's what I want to do." "No soft shoe?" asked my father. "No."

"Drama, that's good, honey," said my mother.

"Yeah, that's good, just like the Barrymores," said my father. "You go to New York, and you show them how, and if you get a chance, look up an old friend of mine, Fred Friendly."

"Fred Friendly?"

"He's a magician, or at least he used to be," replied my father.

This conversation came back to me one night, as I was sitting with Hank watching a new musical, called "Bright Rainbow," which was all right, a little sloppy, but all right, and I kept thinking about the first days that I got to New York, and all the wonderful and funny things that had happened to me. I really couldn't concentrate on the play that night.

I thought about the time that I called on Fred Friendly. I was given the address of an old building on the Upper West Side. I rang his door buzzer. "Who is it?"

"Frances Millburn."

"Don't know any such person, go away."

"Is that the great Fred Friendly?"

"Well-who are you?"

"Daughter of Flo and Eddie."

"Flo and Eddie! Come in." The door buzzed and I walked in. I walked up three flights, and then I walked to his door. A wizened old white-haired man came to the door. "Come in, dear."

"How do you do? My father said that I should see you." "How is Bill?"

"He's fine, and so is mother." "Hatty, sweet girl." "Yes, I love mother dearly." "Wonderful person. Do they still own the hardware store in Des Moines?" "Yes."

"How's the business?" "Fine, they're doing real well." "Glad to hear that, I'm doing pretty well myself, wanna see a trick?" "Well--" "Good." Before I knew it, he had produced a dove out of the air. He put the dove down on the nearest magic table and produced another dove, then another and yet another. I applauded him.

"Thank you, my dear, and now for my most famous trick, yes, this is a trick that I performed for the crowned heads of Europe. Nothing in this hand, and nothing in this hand, voila, a silver dollar." He picked up a metal bucket, showed that it was empty and then dropped the silver dollar into it.

"Again, nothing in this hand, and nothing in this hand, voila." Another silver dollar appeared at his finger tips. He did this several times, dropping the silver dollar into the bucket, and making another one appear at his finger tips. I was amazed as the old man danced around in the room, producing silver dollars out of the air. He produced a dozen all together.

I applauded him again, when he finished. I thought that he was really something. He was really wound up now, and he wouldn't stop.

"Watch closely now, and I'll produce a white rabbit out of this hat." He displayed a black top hat, and then from its interior produced a white rabbit. He made another magical pass around the hat and brought out another rabbit.

After that trick, he had me pick a card from a "carefully shuffled deck, you may inspect the deck if you wish. Yes, no wires, no strings, a deck of fifty-two playing cards nothing unusual about it." He then proceeded to make all the cards in the deck duplicates of the card I had chosen.

Once more he had me pick another card, which he made vanish into thin air. I was amazed at everything that he was doing, but after three more hours, I was beginning to get bored.

"Mr. Friendly, what do you do for a living?"

"Call me Fred. I own a large chain of magic stores throughout the country. Once a year, we hold the National Convention of Professional Magicians, and I get to do my act. I always get a standing ovation."

"I'm sure you do." "Now, what can I do for you?"

"I'm not sure, but my father made me promise to look you up."

"Good, that was very kind of him. What do you want to do?"

"I'd like to be an actress."

"An actress, eh? Yes, who doesn't want to get on the stage these days? In my day it was different. You only went into the theatre after you had discovered you were not suited for any of the respectable occupations. But now, now young people prefer to be an actor to being a doctor. I don't understand this at all. Personally, I'm glad to have left it all behind."

"Can you help me, though?" I insisted. "I mean, do you have connections with the theatre at all?"

"Oh, yes, a few. But they're probably dead, now that I think of it. That's the trouble with growing old. The friends you had die off before they can be of any use to you. If you're going to make your bundle, my girl, make it while you're young."

Somehow he managed to get the name of Barry Mason to me in between his rambling comments on life. I made my getaway as soon as I could and headed for Mr. Mason, to see where he would take me.

CHAPTER THREE

Barry Mason lived in a luxury apartment on the Upper East Side, and that certainly made me more optimistic. He had known my parents well, and he invited me over for dinner with him.

Over dinner he told me a little about his artistic endeavors. He told me he made films. When I inquired about the nature of these, however, he became very taciturn, and he said he would show me one of them after we had finished eating.

That was fair enough. He told me I looked as though I might have a lot of talent, and that he would give me a screen test any day I wanted it. I could hardly believe my ears. It sounded too easy. And, when the projector got rolling, I saw why it was so easy.

The kind of movies Mr. Mason put out were peopled by men and women called Barge, Stash, and Lips. Not that I minded watching the film. It was called 'Hot Nights,' and it opened on Barge caressing Lips passionately, exposing her big tits, and showing her cunt to the camera, while she tried to get out of his clutches.

Barge wouldn't let go, though, and undressed her completely with lustful, awkward movements. His cock was poking into the camera, making me feel weak in the knees.

He grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth, while poking his rod at her cunt. I just sat there in the blue flickering room and watched the film. I really didn't know what to do. The clever thing would have been to leave, but I was thinking at that point. I was very disturbed by what I was seeing.

Lips pulled away from him and slapped his peter, but that only aroused him more. He ran to the door and locked it. There was no escape for her. He pulled on his cock a few more times, and then pointed at it, and at her mouth. She mimed screaming, and then he pointed at the door and demonstrated that no one could hear her screams.

She screamed again, and then he grabbed her and pushed her to the floor, and stood over her with his dong pointed at her mouth. Reluctantly, she came up and pulled the thing into her mouth.

I was getting a bit aroused by watching the movie. Perhaps that had been Barry Mason's intentions. He placed a hand on my thigh as I watched the characters on the screen. The girl moved her lips up and down his long stem.

I tried to control myself, but I could feel my twat moistening. I had never had sex with anyone, but I had often masturbated. It was one of my fantasies to be raped by a well-hung stud. She kept working her mouth over his rod. I watched as the thing went in and out of her mouth. I could hardly take my eyes off the screen, but I did manage to take Mason's hands off of me.

He didn't seem to really care. Lips kept her mouth on the immense organ. Then, the door burst open, and in came Stash, dressed in a cape. He strutted across the room and punched Barge in the stomach.

I watched as Barge fell down. Lips jumped up and embraced Stash, lipping the words, "My hero." I expected the movie to end there, but I forgot to take into consideration that no one had orgasmed yet.

Stash looked her over carefully, and then decided to take advantage of the situation. He kissed her on the lips, but this time she complied. She Frenched his mouth, and quickly removed his clothes.

His organ was big, too, but not quite as big as Barge's. She kissed him on the head of his member, and then she sucked on his cock for a few minutes. The next thing that happened was that Stash mounted her. He slid his cock into her cunt. There was a lot of pumping.

At that point, Stash awakened. He took a quick survey of the scene, and then he pulled on his prick again. He went around to the girl's anus, and there was a close-up of her asshole. The next thing that we saw was the rod sliding into her hole. She seemed to scream, but without pain. She humped both tools madly.

Mason's hand went back to my thigh again, and I discreetly moved. I was beginning to hope that the movie would be over soon. Suddenly, Stash pulled his rod out of the cunt, and the come spewed out of his rod and onto her stomach. The other guy, Barge, soon pulled his shaft out and the come squirted at the camera.

For a moment, I thought that the load was going to shoot into the room. I shuddered. The screen went white and the movie was over.

"What did you think?"

"Uh."

"You going to tell me that you didn't like it?"

"Well." What could I say? He had been nice enough to give me a meal.

"Don't worry, all you have to say is that you don't think it's your kind of genre."

"I don't think I could do that."

"Okay, but if you ever get hard up for money, we pay two hundred bucks a film. We can shoot three films a day."

"Well, thanks for dinner." I ended up going to Friendly, and he apologized for Mason. Friendly got me a job working for a professional magician. That was the first guy that ever laid me. His name was John Hall. John was a beautiful man and I fell in love with him.

I was with his show for about a year, and then things started happening for me. I had to quit his show so that I could join an off-Broadway show. I did that show for three months, joined the actor's union, and things started happening.

For a while everything went well, and then they got bad. All these thoughts came back to me as I watched the show. The curtain came down and Hank and I left.

"What did you think of 'Rainbow'? " "Pretty good."

"You really weren't watching it, were you?" "No, I'm sorry."

"What were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about theatre and my first few years in New York."

"And what was it like?"

"Sometimes funny, sometimes sad."

"You want to go back?"

"Shit, I don't know. There are times when I really want to go back and there are times when I know it's foolish."

"If you want to try it-" "Not now. I think I'll wait."

"Okay, but any time you want to try it, let me know. I know some pretty big people."

"May I ask a question?"

"Certainly."

"How come you know all these people?" "I'm an angel."

"You mean you back some of the shows?"

"Yeah, an angel."

"I should have known."

"I've made lots of money that way."

"Have you lost much?"

"No."

We drove to a hotel and he told me that we were. going to have an evening of fun in his room. We went upstairs to a large suite. He showed me various well-known parts of New York.

"You wanna fuck?"

"You wanna screw?" We both laughed and then embraced. He pulled my mouth close to his and then he slid his tongue into my mouth. I gasped as I pulled on the tongue with my lips. I was very aroused by what he was doing. I thought that he was really something. I loved the way he kissed me. I loved the way he embraced me. His lips mesmerized me. His eyes hypnotized me. I was his. Anything he wanted was his. I love him, but I knew that it was not going to last. I knew that there was no way. I knew he was going to leave, that we would have to separate, but we lived for the moment.

I thought that he was really marvelous. He embraced me again, squeezing my tits. He held me close, and I sucked his ear. I was filled with chills up and down my body. I was shuddering as he licked my throat. I was very hungry for him. I wanted to have his mouth on mine and I wanted to have him kiss me and kiss my cunt.

I rubbed my breasts up and down his chest. He was panting! I thought about how good he was and I thought about my first lover, John.

Magic John had done so many things for me. He had shown me the way to make love.

As Hank kissed me I thought about John. John had been tall and lean. His face had been gaunt and mysterious. He had a little black goatee, and black shaggy hair. He looked just like a magician.

In bed he was really something. There was nothing that he wouldn't do to give me pleasure. He would lap my cunt out if I wanted it. He had never rimmed me, but then I had never asked him to.

He could fuck me like no other. He would let me come four or five times before he shot his wad. He was fantastic! He gave himself totally, never thinking about what he got out of the fuck.

He was the most pleasurable lover I ever had. He made fucking transcend the humping and pumping of the animal act into something nearly spiritual.

He had a great prick and he made the act of fucking very sensual. When I made it with him, I seemed to be more aware of sounds, tastes, smells, and other senses. My sensations were intensified. I was aware of almost everything. He was really amazing, and I loved to have him.

He turned me on to sex. He showed me what can be done to intensify every moment.

He once made love by moving nothing but the genitals. I would contract and release my cunt muscles and he would tighten and release his cock. The pleasure was immense.

We both came at the same time. And we repeated that technique many times. He made love to me so well and as Hank moved his hands over my body I thought about John. I thought about the way he had kissed me and the way he licked my tits.

Hank was working his hands over my tits. We were still both clothed and he kissed me on the face and inserted his tongue into my mouth. I pulled on the tongue with my lips. He whirled his tongue in and out of my mouth. I was very aroused by the way he was licking me.

He unbuttoned my blouse and kissed my tits. He pulled on my nipples. Each movement of his mouth heightened my arousal. My quim was trembling with excitement. I wanted to come. I wanted to have my beaver explode.

He pulled my tit into his mouth and almost swallowed my entire boob. He worked his mouth over it quickly and I moaned passionately. His tongue fluttered against the jugs. He worked his mouth and lips quickly over my boobs.

Hank worked his mouth down my body. He pulled the flesh into his mouth. He kissed each of my ribs and the sensations were tremendous. I loved the way that he was kissing and licking me.

He pulled on my boobs with his hands. He tweaked my nipples. I thrust my body up and he slid one of his hands under my ass. I was very aroused as he pinched my cheeks. I didn't expect that and I gasped as he did. The next thing that he did was to nibble on my ribs. I moaned as he worked his mouth over my ribs. I loved the way that he touched each and every one of them. He rubbed his lips up and down my chest.

He worked his fingers over my skirt and pulled it off and then he pulled off my slip and my stockings and panties. I was nothing but a bundle of intense sexual zones. Everywhere that he kissed me seemed almost like he was kissing me on the cunt. I could feel my pussy moistening like hell.

He cupped his hand over my mound and began to squeeze it. I found that to be incredibly arousing. I was shaking so intensely! He worked his mouth over my chest. I wanted to have his mouth on my cunt. I wanted to have him eating me out. I was very aroused about that. I wanted him to make me come.

I did nothing for him, but to lie on the bed and let him attend to me. I wanted to do things for him, but he seemed to enjoy the way that he was working me over. I was almost in a state of sexual hysteria.

He kissed me some more and flicked my throat with his tongue. I was pulsing and pounding. I could think of nothing but his cock and my cunt. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to come in gallons. I wanted to explode into a million different pieces.

He kissed my tits again, and worked his tongue down to my navel. He fluttered his tongue into my navel. I arched my body as he did. He worked his mouth over my navel, licking around it.

I was throbbing. I was sweating. Everything, every fiber of my body was aroused. I could think of nothing, but having him and having his cock. I wanted to fuck for hours. I wanted to have him on top of me, driving his cock into me. That was all I thought about. I thought about his making love to me. I thought about him and I saw John. I felt John's tongue on my body.

The tongue was coming closer and closer to my beaver. He worked his tongue around my twat. I was arching and heaving my body.

"Please, Hank."

"Not yet."

What more could he do for me? I didn't know. I was very hot! He ran his hands over my body. I was trembling as he touched my back.

His tongue went across my slit. "Now eat me. Fuck me! Please!" "Not yet."

I was really in for something, but I didn't know what. I was shaking with fever as he worked his tongue down further. He worked his tongue down to my twat. He licked and licked!

I was so damned hot! I felt as if I were roasting in hell! He moved his tongue down some more. He moved his tongue to my legs and licked down. He licked my knees. I screamed and then I came!

I couldn't believe it, when I started heaving and spasming, but it was true. He was making me come! He bit my other knee and I came again. He worked his mouth down to my toes and he licked every toe. He would put the toe into his mouth and work it over. I loved the way he was getting me aroused. I was trembling and shaking. I came four more times. Still, he had not eaten my cunt. He turned my body over and then he put his mouth on my asshole. He started licking my asshole out. I was really coming as he darted his tongue into my hole. He licked it out and I felt the come surging through my body.

Finally, he worked his mouth down to my cunt and he ate it out. He pulled the folds of my pussy into his mouth and he ate each fold. I trembled as he pulled and sucked on body. I loved the way that he worked his lips over it.

I spasmed and shot again. Finally, he stopped and undressed. He pulled his cock out and he inserted it in every hole. He rammed his cock into my cunt and then into my mouth and then into my asshole.

But he didn't come. He came by putting his prick between my tits and jerking himself off. His come splattered against my chin. The come oozed down my chin and down to my breast. I swooned then from sheer sexual exhaustion, but that night we fucked about four or five more times.

Things went on very well for about three months. Looking back on it I never knew how we evaded Wells. The only logical reason for his not being able to take pictures of us was either he didn't have a camera, which was dumb, or he never had the chance, which was incredible.

I have no idea how many times Hank and I fucked. But we did it lots of times. We fucked almost anywhere. We once fucked in his office. While we were fucking we bumped into the desk and a paper weight shaped like the tallest building in the world came crashing down on Hank's rump.

Boy, did he ever scream. Luckily, there was nothing more than a bruise on his ass. Granted, it was a big bruise, but it was nothing more than that. I think it was a damn good thing. There would have been some kind of brouhaha if it had been worse.

I made sure that he had his rump checked out. He went to he doctor and had it looked at as soon as we finished fucking. There were no broken bones, just a bruise. The doctor was very curious as to how he got it and he made up some incredible story about the stars being wrong for him that day.

Anyway, except for things like' that, everything went along smoothly. There was nothing major, for a long while, but then it happened. When it did, the shit hit the fan, so to speak.

I really couldn't believe it, but anyway, this is" what happened. Hank told me to take a message to Richard Jansen, the president. I went to his office and there was no one around. At least I didn't think there was. Then I heard sounds. I couldn't make out what it was so I went closer.

That was when I saw it happening. Richard and some woman, who I later recognized as Hank's wife. They were on the floor, nude. I didn't know what to do, so I decided to stay and watch.

I watched Richard, who was a very attractive man, with his arms around the woman's waist and his mouth on her tits. He pulled on her nipples with his lips.

I had never watched anyone ball before and it was rather erotic. I could feel my pussy cream as I watched them. They rolled around and kissed and fondled.

I thought that the whole thing was very exciting. I watched with attention. I noticed that Richard's cock was very erect. Amy, who wasn't a bad looking blonde, worked her hands up and down his cock. She squeezed his balls. He was trembling with arousal as she worked her hands over his nuts.

I watched as he kissed her on the lips, and ran his hand down to her cunt. I thought about my own pussy and felt a slight tingle. I really wanted to get screwed. I thought about running back to Hank and fucking him, but I didn't know what to do. I decided to wait until the whole thing was over. Besides everything else, I was enjoying the sight.

The movements were liquid and graceful. They kissed and he squeezed her tits with his hands. He ran his hands up and down her body.

He slapped her ass. There was the sound of flesh being slapped as he brought his hand down on her. I watched as the hand went up and then came down on her ass again.

She pulled on his cock, and then he kissed her on the face and started to finger her. The man put his finger into her cunt. He moved it back and forth. The finger slid into her twat. I watched with my eyes glued to the people on the floor. I thought that it was really something.

She was murmuring as he fingered her bush. I loved watching her. She was very graceful and she kissed him as she gasped with delight. I was beginning to breath hard. I was breathing very hard and I thought that I was going to come. A glow seemed to take over my body. I was hot!

I wanted to strip off my clothes and join them on the floor. I thought about that cock in my cunt. I thought about the thing pounding in my body. I thought about the hot, spongy cock. I thought about it moving in my cunt. I wanted to come, but there was nothing that I could do.

Somehow, I. was not really shocked by seeing another man's wife on the floor with Richard. It didn't really bother me. There was no reason why it should. Hell, I had been fucking Hank for about four months.

I had no place to talk about morals. I watched them as they oohed and aahed. I watched as they nibbled on each other. I could feel my twat pounding. I wanted to fuck very badly.

I thought of nothing but what I was watching. I watched the finger slip into the hole, and then pull out again. He put three fingers on her. He had one on her clit, one on her hole, and the other seemed to be in her anus.

She was heaving and writhing her body. She took quick gasps as she shuttered in ecstasy. I was very turned on by everything. I loved the way she flicked her tongue out of her mouth as he fingered her. She heaved her body up, and thrust her cunt out, and he worked on it some more. He brought his hand down on her. He frigged her twat as she writhed her body.

Suddenly, she got very violent and started to shudder spasmodically. She lifted herself up and shook. She screamed and she was obviously coming. She rolled her body back and forth.

"Yes, so good, so good!" Her body shook and then he pulled his finger out and mounted her. His cock was glistening as he forced it into her. He crammed his cock into her cunt. I pretended that I could feel the cock working in and out of me.

I wanted his cock so badly. He started to work himself faster. Their bodies moved together in perfect time. It was like a wonderful dance. Each movement had been perfectly choreographed. They worked their bodies back and forth.

They slammed their groins together and gnashed their teeth as they fucked. They fucked faster and faster! They bumped and ground away at each other. Richard rammed his cock into her faster.

Amy heaved her box up, and slammed it against his cock. They were fucking beautifully! They were glistening with sweat. They worked their bodies together, faster and faster. I knew that they would be coming soon. My own body was beginning to burn with love heat.

Amy and Richard were writhing on the floor, like a giant amoeba, they seemed almost to slither, as they fucked on the floor. I could feel my pussy pounding and begging for attention. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. I wanted to finger myself to ecstasy. I gritted my teeth, as I tried to control my own passion.

They made a smacking sound as they rubbed their two bodies together. They thrust then-groins together. I could see that they were fucking with nothing but their groins. I listened as they rubbed themselves together. I was very aroused by the way that they were fucking.

I noticed that Richard was beginning to strain himself as he shoved his pecker into Amy. He was pumping his popsicle into her red-lipped beaver trap. He pounded his pulsing powerful purple peter into her titillating, thrilling tumescent twat.

They fucked for what seemed to be several more minutes. In the meantime, my quim quivered quietly, but it was enough to make me want to scream. I could think about nothing but sex. I seemed to be driven, by one goal, one need, and that was to fuck and be fucked. I ran one of my hands down to my cunt, and I cupped it over my mound. I could hardly wait to start, and I squeezed my fat cunt lips. I worked my fingers on to the separate folds of my tangy twat. I pulled on my cunt as best as I could, which was difficult, because I was clothed. They fucked some more, Amy and Richard, and then suddenly, they were groaning, and heaving, gasping, panting, and I knew, yes, I knew that they were climaxing. Richard and Amy, climaxed, their bodies were wet with love, their bodies were filled with love. They desired each other, and were fired on by one another. They rocked their hips together, making trips together, and sucking, and fucking. They seemed to love each other, and they clung to each other for need and desire.

They were writhing and groaning as they came. I was so very hot from watching them, that I wanted to fuck Hank. I left the room, as soon as they stopped moving. I had been very lucky; I was never discovered,! hurried to Hank.

"Hank, Richard and Amy are fucking in his office."

"What?"

"Your wife and the president of this company are fucking on his office floor. I saw it with my own two eyes."

"You did?"

"Yes."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Er, I thought that you would know."

"This is all very interesting. I wonder if she wants a divorce, probably, if she has her eyes on sexy Richard. But she might not know that she has grounds for divorce. Perhaps, she has found out about me and you."

"I hope not."

"Me, too, Hmmmmmm! I wonder if she has someone checking on us. We know that I have grounds, and it would seem to me that she would at least suspect that I'm playing around, which would be her grounds for divorce. I'll have to check this out with a friend of mine."

I wondered how he was going to check it out, but I decided not to bother him with some dumb inconvenient questions. For the time being, I thought it was better to keep quiet, and let him tell me what he wanted to.

There was only one thing that I wanted to do, and that was to screw him. I felt an urgent need in my crotch to have his cock in my body. I went to him, and kissed him on the face. I shot my tongue into his mouth, and rubbed my tits against his chest.

Oh, I wanted his prick in my cunt. I could think of nothing else, but to fuck. I wanted to screw, like everything. My body was trembling as he whispered into my ear, "Not here, let's go somewhere else."

I decided to take him to my apartment. We would have lunch after we finished fucking. I was very aroused, and ready for his body. I wanted to fuck like everything. I could think of nothing else, but fucking. That was all that I wanted to do. There was nothing else that filled my little brain. My cunt was throbbing, and I wanted to attend to it quickly.

We went out to Hank's car and drove to my apartment.

We got to my apartment, and I let him in through the front door. I kissed him on the mouth, and he closed the door behind him, and locked it, and then he kissed me back. Our lips moved up and down on each other. I could feel my quim quiver, and I wanted to get fucked by him.

I led him into my bedroom. I put some sexy music on the record player. I moved over to him and placed one of his hands on my neck, indicating to him that I wanted him to kiss me. He rubbed his hand up and down on my neck, making my neck feel very good. I liked the way that he worked his fingers into my neck.

I kissed him on the lips, sending my tongue into his mouth. I worked my tongue up and down in his mouth. He was gasping and panting, as I whirled my tongue in and out of his mouth. I flicked my tongue at his throat, and then I went to his chest and I removed his shirt. I pulled each button through the hole, and then pulled the shirt off.

I looked at his naked chest, and I fluttered my tongue out at his chest. I worked my tongue up and down his chest. I kissed him several more times on the chest. I ran my tongue over his nipples. I worked my tongue over them, sucking on his tits. He was very aroused, he grunted as I licked and sucked on him some more. I worked my mouth onto his chest, licking each one of his nipples. He panted, as I tongued the sensitive spots. I kissed him on his chest some more, but he wanted more than just a kiss on the chest. He pushed my head down, and I saw what he wanted. I undid his pants, and pulled out his cock, his pants dropped to the floor, and piled up on his feet. I went down on the cock. I pulled it into my mouth. I worked the thing in and out of my mouth.

I loved the taste of the rubbery cock. I liked the way that it filled my mouth. I worked my lips up and down on the rod. I pulled the thing into my mouth, and sucked on it, long and hard. I was very aroused, by the way that it tasted.

I could feel my pussy cream. I was feeling my twat twitch, and I wanted to have something to put in it. I wanted to have the cock that I was chewing on in my twat.

I was feeling very hot, and very excited. I pulled on his cock some more, and nibbled on the head of the tool. I worked it in and out of my mouth. I pulled on it, and then I slipped my tongue in and out of the aperture. I flicked the tongue into it. I thought that it was really great. I heard him moan and groan as I worked my tongue into the cock. I worked my mouth up and down on the cock, and I licked the tip of his peter.

I moved my hand down to his nuts, and I squeezed his nuts with my hands. I moved the nuts in my fingertips. He was groaning and heaving as I gently pulled on his balls. I was very aroused, and I took my mouth down to his nuts and sucked on them. I worked the nuts in and out of my mouth. I blew on the nuts, and then I turned my attention back to the cock. I worked my teeth down at the base of the cock. I kissed the cock, and I rubbed my lips up and down on it. I loved the taste of the peter, as I worked my mouth up and down on the shaft. I was very aroused by what was happening, and I wanted to please Hank. I worked my mouth onto the cock as best as I could.

I rubbed my lips up and down the shaft, and then fluttered my tongue all over it. I worked my tongue all over the shaft. I loved the way that it tasted, and I thought that he would be coming soon. I wanted to have him squirt his load in my mouth.

I gripped my fingers into his ass, and pumped my mouth up and down on his thing some more. I worked my lips on to them. I loved the way that I was feeling, and I hoped that Hank was feeling the same way.

My head bobbed up and down on the cock, and I thought that it was really a nice job of cock-sucking that I was giving him. I nibbled on his head slightly, and he groaned as I worked my teeth gently into his cock flesh.

He writhed and thrashed as I worked my hands up and down the rest of his body, and the last thing that I did to him, that really aroused him, was to put my finger into his asshole. He squealed as I worked my finger in and out of his asshole. I moved my finger into him as quickly as possible. He gasped as I crammed the finger into his hole.

I pulled on his cock some more, as I frigged his ass with my finger. I worked the finger into his asshole. I sucked on him some more, drawing the cock into my mouth some more. I worked the thing all the way into my mouth, and down my throat some. I moved my lips all over it, and I thought that it was very good.

I was heaving, and panting as I worked the thing into my throat some more. I pulled on the cock with all my might, making the cock fill my mouth with its bigness. I worked the thing in and out of my mouth, feeling the smoothness. Suddenly, he spewed his jazz into my mouth.

I swallowed the spunk greedily, and sucked on his pecker some more. I worked the thing in and out of my mouth, and then pulled it out. I stood up, and he kissed me on the mouth, shoving his tongue into me.

I pulled in the tongue with my lips, and then I rubbed my body up against him. I thought that he would be very aroused, by the way that I was touching him. I worked my hands up and down his body. He grabbed me, and started to strip me of all my clothes. I felt my pulse rise as he stripped me of my skirt, blouse, slip, and panty hose. I was trembling as he was kissing my boobs. He worked his lips up and down on my tits. He sucked on nipples. He worked his mouth and lips on my boobs. He kissed me and flicked his tongue on my boobs. I loved the way that I was feeling. I thought that he was really something. I was feeling fantastic.

He sucked on my tits, and pulled them into his mouth. I was feeling very good, as he worked the things into his mouth. I writhed and groaned as he worked his mouth over my body. He panted as he pulled my nips into his mouth, and tongued them. Hank was giving me lots of loving attention, and I thought that it was very good. I loved the way that he was treating me. I thought that he was really something. He worked his lips up and down my body, and then he sucked on me some more. I thought that I was going to die as he kissed me. I was very aroused, as he worked his mouth over my tits.

I was heaving and groaning. I thought that I was going to die from the sheer pleasure that he was giving me. He worked his mouth all over my tits, and then he went down on my navel. He worked the lips up and down on my stomach. He sucked on my belly. He worked his mouth over them. He pulled on my flesh, and I was heaving and panting as he did. I thought that I was going to die from the pleasure of the moment.

But he had hardly begun. He worked his mouth down to my cunt, and then he flicked his tongue out at my mound. He worked his mouth and lips around my mound, I was panting and heaving as he worked his lips over my muff. I thought that I was going to come soon. I wanted to feel the explosion in my cunt. I wanted to feel myself blown into a thousand different pieces. I was heaving and panting as he started to lick my slit like a puppy dog.

He took long deep licks on my cunt. I was heaving and thrusting my cunt out, as he worked his tongue over me. He moved his tongue back and forth on my bush. I was very aroused as he did so, and I wanted to scream from the sheer moments of pleasure. I thought everything was really fantastic. I loved the way that he was working his mouth over me. I thought that he was wonderful.

I was feeling my quim tremble and quiver. I wanted to give myself into the moments of pleasure. I wanted to feel my body explode and shatter. I loved the way that he was working on my body. He kissed me. some more, and then he worked on my cunt some more. He pulled the pussy folds into his mouth. He sucked on them, and I was feeling fantastic. I thought that I was going to explode. I loved the way that I was feeling. I thought that he was really great.

I heaved my cunt up, and he licked my twat hungrily. He worked his lips and tongue up and down my body. I thought that I was going to explode into a million different pieces as he worked his mouth over me. I loved the way that I was feeling. I thought that everything was fantastic.

I was feeling myself sink into a sensual world. Everything was interpreted through a sensation. There were colors and lights, and sounds. Everything was whirling around me. I thought that everything was fantastic. I felt myself sinking and falling into an incredible vortex of pleasure and desire. I could hardly keep from swooning.

I controlled myself from swooning. I let the pleasure of the moment slide by me. I was shaking from sheer sexual torment. I was feeling so many different things happening in my body. I wanted to control everything that I felt, but I knew that it was impossible.

I thought that I could feel my quim bursting. I felt the drive and the build-up as he worked his tongue on my gash some more. He worked his tongue up and down my body. I was very aroused by the way that he was licking me. I thought that he was really something. I loved the way that he was feeling, and I thought that he was tremendous. I could hardly keep from screaming.

I thought of nothing, but his tongue and my pussy. I could see his tongue smacking and slurping up the hot moist twat. I could see the dark red flesh, moist and slimy looking. There were blonde hairs all over the cunt. I could see the mound. He was making a circle around it with his tongue, and then he rubbed his mouth up and down my twat.

He worked his lips on to it, and he pulled on my clit. He took my clit into his mouth, and he worked his lips up and down on them. He sucked a long time on my cunt. I was very aroused as he worked his mouth up and down on my pussy. I shook as he worked his mouth on me some more. It seemed like he would never stop licking me, and I really didn't want him to. Hank sucked as hard as he could on my twat.

Explosion! Eruption in my cunt, and I was falling, bursting, spinning! Faster, faster. I need more, I need more, lick me more, were my thoughts. I love you, kiss me suck me, lick me. Don't quit, never quit. There, kiss me there.

Please, yes.

I could see a thousand different stars exploding in the heavens. I could feel the lava from the volcanoes that were exploding in me, and running out of my cave. I was Mother Earth. I was Mother Cunt. Fuck me, fuck me. Fertilize my fields.

Kiss my hills, lick my ruts and furrows. Suck on my cave. I am yours, and you must fuck me. I make the rain come from the heaven, spilling and swirling, like sperm on a naked belly.

Fill me with love, and hot squirting juices. I tremble, as I fall. I need you, Hank, John, a thousand different faces. Filling my mind, I look at you, think of you, fuck me, fuck me faster. Work your dick in and out of my body. Please fuck me, please. I'm coming, coming. I know that I'm coming. I feel myself exploding, erupting.

Snow flakes, something makes me think of snow flakes, and I smile. How long does one climax last? This one was a century. Long and delicious, I fell. Swirling, heaving, softness. Flesh kissing flesh, I hurl myself into a web of nerves that are snapping and popping.

I fell deeper and deeper. There was a drum beat. It was a drum beat, I think. Pulsing, pulsing. There was the heat of my body transcending -me. Transcending Mother Cunt. I was nothing but a cunt.

I was a giant hairy cunt. My head was a clit. I was covered with the hot mingling juices from his mouth, and from my quim. I wanted his prick to come sliding into me. I wanted to have it work itself in my body. I wanted to have it fill me with wonderful juices.

I wanted to fall further into the utter pleasure that I was knowing. There was no end to what I was knowing. There was depth here, almost endless depth. I could feel so much. Girls, thousands of girls spun around in my head, kissing me sucking on my body. I thought that the sensations were strange.

The beat, I could hear that beat again. Boom. Boom. Boom. I was falling nearer, and nearer to it. I could feel it gathering around me. I was becoming the center of the beat. I was booming.

I was it, the center of the universe, the center of everything. I was there booming and beating, and feeling so above everything. I knew that I was in control, even if it was just for one moment. One small fraction of a second all this happened. Everything was falling and happening so swiftly. Everything was building.

I was falling and spinning, I looked at myself. I asked myself what was going on, and there was no real answer. I could feel myself being torn into a thousand different pieces. I was going faster now, faster.

Yes, I was chasing the speed of light. I was following it, almost on its tail. I wanted to take it home, to keep it. The light went by me, whoosh! Whoosh! I was trying to keep everything together.

Such pleasure, such incredible sensations. I loved the feel of his wet tongue on my quim. I thought that it was really great, the way that he was licking me out.

Had he stopped? Could I tell, not really. I was still coming. I thought that I was going to burst into flame. I fell shaking and trembling. I was spasming. Everything was so intense. I could not get over that. The intensity of the orgasm was fantastic. I could feel myself, cunt, my soul, being ripped apart. I was a giant cunt that was being torn apart. My body was feeling the huge force of the orgasm. I thought that I was being shattered by what I was feeling.

I loved the way that my body was quivering. I thought that I would never get over it. I loved the way that he was licking out my quim. I could not believe how wonderful I felt. I thought he was really something. He worked his mouth up and down on my body.

Then he stuck his tongue up my cunt with all of his might, and I blew up into an orgasm that had me rocking and reeling all over the bed in a blind eruption of ecstasy., All of the sensuality he had piled up inside of me, all of the frustrations I had recently experienced, and all of my natural needs, came undone and poured out of me in one fluent rush. I was free, at peace, and level at last.

CHAPTER FOUR

We took it easy for a while, waiting for each other to recover. Suddenly he was on top of me, thrusting his great dick up my sodden cunt and triggering me off again. It was as though I hadn't been fucked in months, he made me feel so horny!

Hank made love to me like a man should, demolishing me terminally. He spent the night at my place, and I was very happy that night, thinking that at last I was involved with a steady man all of my own.

Visions of our future together swam before my eyes as I lay awake next to him in the warm darkness of night. I could see us out sailing, fucking in the middle of Long Island Sound, or driving and fucking on Highway 69. Just me and Hank, fucking and living, living and fucking.

But that just goes to show how quirky fate can be. No sooner did I regain my confidence in the future, than everything started to unravel again. When Hank told me the news a few days later, I had a premonition of sorts--too vague to be taken seriously, yet it nagged at me for days after.

I could tell he had more than sex on his mind when he walked into the office and perched on the side of my desk. He lit up a cigar first, then started to tell me the story: "I was walking down the street, and I looked back, and I saw someone as he combed his hand through his red hair."

He took a deep breath and went on, "I walked a little further, and looking back, there was that guy again. I got into a subway, and went downtown to Canal Street. About fifteen minutes later, while having lunch in a Chinese restaurant, I noticed the same guy was sitting there, the guy had followed me."

"What did you do?"

"I made it back here, to the office, and called up an old friend of mine, James Vincent. He's a private eye, one of the finest in the business."

"What is he going to do?"

"I'm putting him on the trail of the guy who is following me. I want to find out what is going on, although I have a pretty good idea."

"What's your idea?"

"I think Amy is behind all of this. She probably wants to get a divorce from me, and she's hired this guy to keep tabs on me."

"What are we going to do?"

"Wait."

"Wait?"

"Yeah, we'll just wait and see what happens."

That was what we did. Hank and I didn't see each other, except in the office, for about two weeks. He didn't want to take any chances. He was very afraid that Amy's detective might get some incriminating evidence on the two of us.

He didn't want to take any chances. He wanted to be very cool about the whole thing. Which was a pretty good idea.

In the meantime, I got very horny. I had stopped seeing anybody else, because I was known as being Hank's girl. Nobody would ask me out.

I got really horny one day at work. I was sitting at the typewriter, thinking about fucking. I couldn't keep my mind on the work that I had to do. I kept gazing off, and getting strange errors, like: "Dear sirad, we would aoorcieate youur copperation in-" I just couldn't think.

My fingers stopped typing, and I thought about sex. I remembered something that I had read. Something about how easy it was for women to masturbate.

According to this thing that I had read, all one had to do was to place her feet next to her crotch, and rub her foot on to her cunt, stimulating the clit.

I thought about trying it. I slipped my shoes off, and brought my feet up to my lap. I placed my feet next to my cunt. I started swaying back and forth. There was no one else around, so I was not afraid of being seen.

I rocked myself back and forth, my feet were firmly tucked up against my twat. I could begin to feel a tingling sensation in my box. I liked the way that I was beginning to feel. There was a warm surge through my body.

I ripped out the sheet of paper in my typewriter, and started over again. I started pounding the keys as quickly as possible. I wanted to get the assignment finished, so that I could go home, and watch television.

I rocked faster and faster. My body was starting to glow, as I worked my heels onto my clit. I was feeling the wonderful sensations course through my body. I worked myself up faster and faster.

I closed my eyes and started to think about fucking. I thought about Hank. I saw him standing before me, with nothing on. He had a hard-on, and he worked his prick back and forth in his hands. He pulled on the pecker, and I worked my feet into my crotch.

I watched as he came towards me. He removed my clothes. He started stroking my breasts. The flesh was so warm and soft. I loved the feel of his hand on my boobs. He stroked me some more, pulling on my nipples with his fingers. I could feel the surge working through my body.

I was trembling a little bit. I was beginning to shake as I worked my feet into my cunt some more. I was stimulating my clit. I could feel my cunny cream, as I worked my feet up against myself.

I was feeling the tingle of arousal rush through my body. I was feeling myself hum, as I worked my feet into my twat. I rocked myself back and forth feeling better and better. I forgot about the typewriter, I forgot where I was, I just thought about Hank's incredible prick and I let things go. I was feeling very fine.

I loved the way that my body buzzed. I was working my feet into my crotch some more. I was rocking faster and faster. I opened my eyes and looked about the room, and then I closed my eyes again.

I thought about Hank. He was touching my body. He kissed me on the lips, and he shot his tongue into my mouth. It was very good, very smooth, and very wet. I could feel every fiber of my body.

Everything was so very intense. INTENSE. I was aware of myself floating around, rubbing my feet into my twat. I could feel my fat Cunt lips being ground by my feet. I rubbed my feet into my twat some more.

I was spinning again. I could see Hank, he was kneeling before me. He put his mouth on my twat. He kissed my twat. I was reeling, and enraptured by the sensations of his lips on my cunt. I was spinning, I was rushing onward, as he worked his mouth over my cunt. I could see his prick. Every part of my day-dream was disjointed. I saw things that I wouldn't normally see.

I saw five pricks, I saw five Hanks pulling on their meat, and at the same time, I knew that Hank was eating my cunt. He chewed on my pussy folds. He was working his lips on to my cunt. I loved the way that he was sucking on my lips.

I could feel myself pulsing and rushing towards the orgasm. The intensity was twisting my mind. It seemed like I was spinning and whirling. He worked his lips on to my twat some more. I thought that I was going to shoot, but I didn't.

Again, I jerked my eyes open. I looked around the room. The typewriter seemed to be some kind of alien creature. The keys were teeth. I saw the typewriter smiling as I jerked myself off. I was falling and spinning.

The vortex was coming towards me. I thought that I was going to be eaten by the vortex and the typewriter. My eyes were slammed shut.

I saw Hank again. He was on top of me, and I was nude. He worked his rod in and out of my quim. His tool felt so very good in my quim. He was rocking himself back and forth on me.

I was feeling the room close in on me. I was spinning. My head was dizzy. I was very aware of the wetness in my crotch. I felt slimy. I rammed my feet into my crotch and swayed back and forth. Faster, and faster I went, working my feet into my twat.

Hank crammed his hot rod into my parking place. I was writhing and thrusting my quim out as he fucked me harder. His tool explored every nook and cranny of my body. I was very hot, and I thought that I was going to erupt into a million different itsy bitsy pieces.

He worked his cock into me some more. I watched as the other pricks exploded throwing hot globs of gism at me. I wanted to suck each of the pieces of spunk into my mouth. It was a soft rain of come on my hot body.

I thrashed about as he fucked me some more. He worked his thing into my twat. I was falling again, faster this time, and it seemed like I would be coming very soon.

He worked the thing into my quim. We undulated up and down. The softness enveloped our bodies. We worked against each other, giving each other wonderful sensations, wonderful caresses.

He rubbed his hands over my boobs, and I thrust my quim out, which he met with his hard staff, He crammed the tool into me some more.

We were rocking back and forth, pumping like hell. I thought that the fuck would end soon.

I opened my eyes, and looked down at my crotch. I noticed that my feet were placed very tightly against my cunt. I swayed back and forth some more. I worked my feet into my cunt, and I loved the way that I felt.

Faster we worked, our bodies together, faster and faster. I was humming now, my eyes closed. I knew that I would soon be there. I was getting so close. Everything was growing and growing. The sensations increased as I worked my body up and down on my feet.

Hank fucked me faster, and then he shot his wad into my cunt, but he was soon replaced with another Hank who did the same thing, he worked in my twat the same way.

He twisted his cock in my body. I was being twisted and turned. The rod worked into my cunt some more. I thought that I was going to come soon. I loved the way that I was feeling.

Everything was so very vivid. I could feel the light of the orgasm approaching. It swelled. The beat increased, faster, I rocked, telling myself that Hank was fucking me. I worked my body up to a state of frenzy.

I was so very close to the orgasm, but so very far away. I knew that if I let myself stop straining that I would stop fucking my cunt, and that the orgasm would never come. I wanted it to come. I wanted to feel myself exploding and falling into the sexual abyss.

I loved the way that I was working my feet into my crotch. Everything was so good. I felt so very hot, so very good. I was very aware of the wet sensation I felt as my body was being hurled towards the orgasm.

I was getting so close, my body was glowing, glowing like a meteor. I was rushing towards the earth, rushing, falling. Then the impact, explosion. My body seemed to be yanked apart. I was floating, floating around in the air, and then I slowly came back to earth once again.

I opened my eyes and felt drained.

I finished typing up my assignments and then I punched out and started towards home. It was during the five o'clock rush and I decided to take a taxi.

There was a bar not too far from my apartment, and I thought about going there and getting a drink. I thought that I needed one. I went to a booth and ordered a scotch on the rocks.

The drink was brought to my table. There was some music which sounded like it came over the intercom system, and I sat back and tried to relax. I let myself sink back into a state of stupor.

"Hello, hello." I opened my eyes and saw a very attractive man. He was about my age, with dark wavy hair, and blue eyes. The eyes were very intense.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"May I join you, Frances?"

"How did you know my name?"

"P.S. 304." "Huh?" "P.S. 304." "I'm sorry?" I said. "Do you remember Mrs. Hamburger?" "The English teacher at my high school! Who are you?" "Harold Links." "Harold!"

"Frances, now do you know what I'm talking about?"

"Yeah. How are you?"

"Pretty good. How's Flo and Eddie?"

"Don't you know, my parents died about a year ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"That's all right, you didn't know."

"They had nice hardware."

"Yes, I suppose."

"I'm just in the city on business."

"I live here now. Did you know that?"

"There was some rumor that you were a big actress in New York."

"Well, I did some stage work, but I'm not a big name."

"Yeah that was the rumor in Des Moines." "You married?"

"Yeah, her name is Helen. Helen had Harold, sounds cute doesn't it?" "Yeah, any kids?"

"Three."

"How long have you been married, Harold"" "About four years."

"I met her at college and we got married." He was to tell me later, that it was a shotgun wedding. She was three months pregnant when he married her.

"You married, Frances?"

"No, and I don't act anymore, I work for Metropolitan Media."

"No shit?"

"No shit, Harold, why?"

"I work for Universal Machines and Systems Inc., your competitor. I work as an accountant."

"Small world, Harold."

"Sure is." We looked at each other, and I thought back about high school days. Harold had dated me a few times, tried to lay me, but never got anywhere. I wondered what he was like in bed. I thought that he was probably very selfish. I could imagine him popping his gun too early. No wonder he had three kids.

"Happy, Harold?"

"Yeah."

"What are the kids' names?"

"Ella, Edward, and Eric."

"You and your wife go in for alliteration?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Harold, it's such a surprise to see you."

"You, too." There was a long pause, he took a cigarette out of his suit pocket and lit up. He exhaled a puff of blue smoke.

"Have you had dinner yet, Frances?"

"No."

"Would you like to join me for dinner?" Was he trying to pick me up? Did he still have the yen for my twat even after six years or so? I thought that he probably did.

"I'd be glad to." Hell, I was lonely. I hadn't seen Hank, except strictly on a business basis. I was horny for a good time, and a fuck. The previous masturbation had only gotten me hornier.

"Do you remember the time that Mr. Bendel, the chemistry teacher burnt his tie in the Bunsen burner?"

"Yes." The whole incredible scene came back to me in a surge of nostalgia. I hadn't been back to my home town in a long time. I hadn't been able to go to my parent's funeral because I had been very broke.

"I had forgotten aU about that until you mentioned it, Harold."

"There he was standing there telling us to be very careful about using the burner, when he lit it, and his tie went up in flames."

"How about the time, that he was doing a test on white mice, and one of the mice bit him on the finger and he got rabies?"

"Poor Mr. Bendel, he got married, you know?" "Really?"

"Didn't work out, though, after about a year, she ran away with the milkman." "Incredible."

"Harold, you ever get nostalgic for that place?" "Yeah."

"Where do you live now," I asked. "San Francisco. I work in the branch office."

"What's your business here?"

"I can't tell you, because it's a secret."

"Oh, strictly off the records?"

"Afraid not, you work for my competitor."

"Oh well."

"Listen, I know a great place that we can have dinner."

"Where?" ' "The Orange Grove."

"I hear that's a very nice place."

"I eat there, whenever I'm in the city." We left the bar and caught a taxi and went to the restaurant. It was a very nice place, the atmosphere was nice and fanciful, and we had a great meal. I had sauerbraten with potato pancake, and cabbage. Really a good meal.

After the dinner, I decided that I should test Harold and his fidelity to his wife. "Harold, would you like to come up to my place?"

"Yeah." The lust in his eye was very obvious. I could feel a slight twitch in my cunt. It would be fun to fuck him. I had turned him down all during high school, and it was about time that I gave in.

"What would you like to drink?" I asked as I made myself comfortable in the apartment.

"Rum and coke, do you have that?"

"Sure, coming up." I fixed us some drinks, and then I put on some nice soft jazz. I had most of the lights off in the apartment. I could feel my craving for him increase. I wondered if he would really try and make it with me. I was sure that he would.

I decided that I had set up the situation, and that now it was his turn to try and seduce me. I was very excited by the whole thing. I wanted to have his cock in my cunt. I wanted to have him fuck the hell out of me. I thought about him some more, and I thought about his cock. I really wanted to have his peter in my quim.

I was sitting next to him on the couch. He moved closer to me and he kissed me on the cheek. I didn't do anything.

"Frances, my wife doesn't understand me."

"Why not?"

"She doesn't really know me, not like you know me."

"I don't know you at all, Harold, it's been years."

"Still, you know me better than my wife."

"Are you unhappy with her?"

"Yes."

'Then why did you marry her?"

"I had to."

"Oh."

"Please, Frances be good to me."

"Maybe, Harold." He kissed me again, and embraced me. His mouth worked over my mouth. I was impaled by his tongue. He flicked his tongue in and out of my mouth. I felt the sensations throbbing in my cunt.

I wanted him, there was going to be no rejection of him. I wanted to have his cock in my hot cunt. I wanted to have him pump the thing into me.

I ran my hands over his chest. "Harold, take me."

"Oh, Frances, you don't know how much I've wanted you."

"Please Harold." He kissed me again, his tongue going deep into my mouth. I was trembling as he took his mouth away from me. I wanted him so desperately.

He reached out and fondled my tits. He stroked my boobs and I felt an urge to have him. I was dying for his touch. I wanted to feel his cock. I wanted to be nude, with him on top of me. I wanted to have him fucking me forever. I was so very horny. I wanted his cock so badly.

Harold kissed me again, and then he worked his hands over the buttons on my blouse. He pulled my blouse off. I had on a black bra. He kissed me on the boob. He pulled the soft succulent flesh into his mouth, but the bra was covering the rest of my boobs, and he couldn't get to them.

He placed his hand on my back and he moved the hand up and down my spine. I was thrilled by the way that he was touching me. He worked his hand up and down my back. I was heaving as he kissed me, and felt my back. He worked his hand up and down my spine.

I felt incredible. I was very aroused. I could think of nothing but fucking. I wanted to be fucked forever. I wanted to have him cram his thing into my muff.

I was perspiring as he stroked my back. He touched each of the bumps on my back. He moved his hand up and down my back, and I loved it. Every fiber in my body was attuned to what he was doing to me. He dug his nails into my back, and I arched my body.

I thought that the sensations were wonderful. I loved the way that he was making me feel. I wanted him so very much. I wanted to have him forever. I wanted to be underneath his body as he pumped his organ into my box. I thought about him, and I could feel my pussy cream. I thought about his tool and the way that he could use it on me. I thought about John, and I thought about Hank, would they mind if I fucked someone else?

He undid my bra, and led me to the bedroom, he had me he on the bed. He was still completely clothed, and he worked his mouth over my boobs. He pulled the globes of flesh into his mouth. He worked on each one of the breasts. He pulled the breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue on to it.

I was arching and panting as he licked my nips. I was very aroused. I was reaching a point of sexual frenzy. I wanted to feel his thighs come crashing down on mine. He was working his mouth over them.

He touched each one of my nipples. He pulled one of the nipples into his mouth, and started sucking on it. I was very aroused as he did. I was nice and wet. I thought that he was really something.

I thought that his mouth on my boob was very erotic. I was growling and heaving up my body. I was panting. I was grinding my teeth together as he kissed me on the tit again.

He worked his mouth down to my belly. He kissed my belly, and I gasped as he did. He ran his fingers over my ribs. He worked his fingers into my ribs. The sensations were very erotic. He was pounding and seething as he kissed and licked on me. He poked my ribs again, and I thought that I was going to come just during the foreplay. I could hardly wait for the fucking to begin.

"Now, please, Harold."

"Not yet."

I was so very aroused, and he was going to make me wait some more. It seemed like my whole body was straining to control myself from coming in my pants.

I could feel my twat creaming. I knew that my cunt was sopping. I wanted to have the fuck how. I wanted to be screwed. I didn't think that I could wait much longer.

He pulled down my skirt and took off my panty-hose. I was nude now, and he mounted me. He kissed my mouth several more times, and he shoved his hands underneath my ass. He lifted up my ass, and slid his cock into my box.

I gasped as he penetrated my cunt. He worked his tool into it. I was heaving and thrusting my box up. He came down on my quim again. I felt the rod slide into my body. I was reeling with the wonderful sensations of sex. He worked his cock into me as quickly as he could.

Every sensation was wonderful. I loved the way that he was making me feel. I could feel myself falling into the pit of sensuality. It was rushing on towards me. He was pounding his thing into me quicker and quicker. I could feel my body swelling and growing.

I felt intense again. My body was feeling so very good. He worked his thing into me some more, and I loved the way that he shoved his thing into me.

Who was fucking me? I had forgotten. I thought about calling out. John? Hank? Harold? Who was Harold? I could feel someone working in my quim. I could feel the cock being shoved into my body. I was falling again. Everything seemed to blank out. I was rushing towards the orgasm.

I wanted it to come, and for me to come. I could feel Harold working in my quim. I was feeling so fine. I thrust my pelvic region up again. I felt the cock slide into it. I was feeling so good. I loved the way that he was making me feel.

I crashed down, as the orgasm exploded into my quim, shattering me, ripping me apart. I then floated, after the spasms racked my body.

Harold came soon after that. Soon after he was finished he got up and dressed, thanked me, and then he left. I never saw him again. He had screwed me. He had told me things that he didn't mean and then he had left me, just like that.

It was probably the same routine he used on every woman that he met. He might not have been married for all that I knew, that could have been a game. "My wife doesn't understand me!" The gall of the man!

I was incensed, but I was also depressed. There were times, when I wondered exactly what and who I was. Was I nothing more than a good lay, a cheap thrill? Was that my standing with my Hank? Did he think that I was nothing more than an expensive entertainment? I resented being treated like that.

I got to thinking about the thousands, the millions of women who could have made it to easy street on the strength of putting out for people like Harold Links, if only they had charged them.

So that's what I was in truth: another dumb bunny with a cunt between her legs! Nothing more. Shit! And there were women out there, too, who fucked everyone, then retired on the profits, maybe to open a chain of flower shops to get rid of the smell!

And Hank-he was probably using me in the same way. Well, the honeymoon was over as far as I was concerned, and Mr. Hank Burns had better do some fast talking, or I would take my revenge! I gritted my teeth. I was determined!

CHAPTER FIVE

I was to find out that Hank Burns hadn't risen to the top of the business world by good luck alone. Much as I tried to pin him down, he avoided any confrontation. In fact, he kept me dangling as always, and ignored my struggles.

Just as I started to think it was all futile, and I ought to quit Metropolitan Media to get a fresh start somewhere else, several new developments stopped me dead in my tracks. The germ of an idea lodged itself in my head, that of using the cards I had. And then James Vincent, the private eye hired by Hank to check on the private eye hired by his wife, came back with some interesting news.

"This guy Bernard Wells has been keeping close tabs on you two," said James Vincent, "but so far he's got nothing. Obviously, your old lady's got her eye on some quick alimony."

"And Richard Jansen," Hank said glumly. "Well, what can we do about it."

"I'm going to keep on sleuthing," said James, putting his coat back on. "I'll give you a call when there's more evidence. Perhaps then we can work out a course of action."

About three days later there was another meeting in my apartment.

"Here's what we know. Wells was never able to get any pictures of you two involved in intercourse. That was what he wanted to do, of course."

"How did you find out?"

"We tapped the phone."

"Isn't that illegal," I asked naively.

"Yes, but we still do it. Now, Wells has no idea that you have a tail on him. He has no idea that you have any idea of his existence. Amy told him to keep an eye on you two. I would suggest that you stop seeing each other outside of work. And don't do anything at work either. The walls have ears, or they could at any rate.

"Just keep cool, act as if nothing has happened that is the best thing to do. Use your knowledge of him for your advantage.

"If he follows you, let him, don't try to lose him, that would make him suspect that you know about him, which might blow the whole thing. We have already gotten some pictures of Amy and Richard together, that plus the testimony that Frances can give would win any case for divorce."

"Good, you have done excellent work, James," said Hank.

"I have some more to tell you, we have evidence that Amy's full intention is to get a divorce from you, marry Richard, and get alimony. That's why she is trying to prove that you two are having an affair, so that she can have grounds."

"You verified all this?"

"Yes."

"Good, Frances, I'm sorry that we have to stop seeing each other, but I'm sure you can understand." Sure I could understand, he didn't want to lose his money. Damn! He was a cold bastard. All he cared about was his money. He just didn't want to lose any of it. He didn't give a fuck about us, the two of us, just his tin soldiers, his yacht, and his summer home.

For that matter he really didn't care about his wife either. All he cared about was himself. I was sickened by the thought of a conceited man. I was basically no concern to him. I was just a good lay.

Was I destined to be nothing but a good lay the rest of my life? Wasn't anyone ever going to care about anything besides my cunt? Hank was just like Harold. They only thought of their own rocks.

"Sure, I understand, Hank, I won't see you again, you want me to stop working for you?"

"No. But our relationship is nothing more than a business relationship from now on."

"That's the way you want it?" I asked, giving him another chance.

"Yes." I was really pissed off. I asked the two of them to leave, and they understood and walked out. I sat in the room, thinking about what happened. The whole thing was over. Well, if that was the way he wanted it then that was the way that it was going to be.

I could be cold too. I turned on the record player and listened to a jazz collection. I tried to keep my mind off of the relationship that was no longer there. I got up and walked around the room.

I tried to think about what was happening in my mind. I tried to pull all the things together in my mind. I was still attractive, and I still had the job. I was going to show that jerk, exactly what I was like.

I was going to do something big. I didn't know exactly what to do, but I wanted to do something big. I wanted to see what was going to happen. I wanted to have everything defined so that I could take some kind of definite stand. I thought about quitting and going back to the theatre, but I knew what that would entail.

I would have to give up my apartment, and my financial freedom, and I really didn't want to do that. I wanted to be independent. I wanted to be my own woman. There had to be something that I could do. I wanted revenge of Hank. I wanted to tell him to get fucked, but in such a way that it would be very subtle.

I had no plan in mind, there was really nothing that I could do. I was going to think about the various things that I could do, and find one thing that appealed to me and do it.

I decided to keep my job at Metropolitan Media. I would start seeing other men, and try and forget about Hank. There was no reason why I couldn't live without Hank.

A week passed, and my life went on, nothing really exciting happened. There were mornings on the subway, when I would sit there with my head in a cloud, thinking about nothing in particular.

One morning on the way to work, I started thinking about my life. I dreamt-was it really dreaming-about riding on a subway.

Signs, colors of all sorts. People got in and got up and got out. Then it was repeated. Noises, smells, all permeated the tight, sardine-can subway. There was a rumbling through the tunnel, we were in a tunnel.

When we came out, we were in Queens. I couldn't figure how we got to Queens. I had been very alert, and I didn't see how I had fucked up, but somehow I had. I decided to get off the subway. I waited for a stop. There wasn't any stop. The subway wouldn't slow down, or stop. I was very angry, but I decided not to rock the boat. I sat down again and waited.

Waiting, like a caterpillar for the metamorphosis, I sat perched upon the subway chair. Riding, down into the tunnel, was there a tunnel, darkness ebbed and then returned lapping over the train, as we rode into the darkness.

I had no idea where I was, where anything was. There seemed to be no up or down, nothing, seemed to matter. Wait! I was in a subway, riding, yes, riding to something, my destiny? My death? Were there things waiting for me at the end of the tunnel?

Was this the tunnel of death? Crack, went the cars, shooting down the railway. Zwoosh. Riding, into the tunnel of death, we rode like the six-hundred.

"Miss Millburn, please, Miss Millburn, please." I could hear someone calling my voice. I wanted to go to that voice, but I didn't know where it was.

"Miss Millburn, please, will you please come to room 808."

The subway stopped and the doors opened. I was there. Where? There. I walked out of the train. I walked down a corridor. There was no one about. White walls gleamed. I had a feeling of sterility. I walked down the long hall, looking for the proper room. Room 808. I looked up and down.

There was no one around. The room was quiet. I could hear myself walking down the hall. Dead silence. The white of the walls glistened as I continued to move down the corridor.

Room 808, it was just before me. There, I could see it. I walked to the door, and I put my hands on the door knob. I turned the knob. I could hear nothing, inside the room. I turned the knob, and it seemed like centuries before I could get the door to open.

The door opened, and I walked in. It was black in there. Totally black. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. There was no way, it was just too dark. I sat down, on the floor.

A light came on, the door slammed shut, and I was back in the subway.

"Mommy look at the woman, she's sitting on the floor. Why is she sitting on the floor?"

"Don't make fun of the poor woman, Eric."

"But Mommy!"

The words rattled about in my head. I tried to finger what was going on. I wanted to know where I was. The subway stopped, and I got out of the car, and ran for the nearest exit. This was a real station, not like the other one, which was white, and sterile. This station was brown and gloomy. Filth seemed to crawl up the walls. I couldn't believe the mood of depression that was caused by the filth. Filth, stench, reeked in the station.

I got out of the station as quickly as I could and breathed the fresh air. I took in deep draughts of the air. I looked around for something and there was nothing. I was standing in the middle of a prairie. I was looking around for some logical reason, why someone would build a subway station in a prairie. I didn't know what to do-having never been in a prairie before-so I started walking.

I walked for about an hour, but only saw more prairie. The sun was up, and it glared down on my body. For some strange reason, I was dressed in winter clothes, but it was very warm here in the prairie.

I started to undress. I rested by a stream, and took all of my clothes off. I left the clothes by the bank, and decided to go for a swim.

I swam into the water, and then I dived underneath. I was an otter, graceful and sleek in the water. The water passed around my body as I made my way down to the bottom of the stream.

There was a large rock there. I sat on the rock, thinking about my life. It occurred to me that I had been down there a long time, and that I wasn't having any problem with my breath.

I wondered why. Surely, there was some reason that I didn't need air. I had always needed air, before, not now. I seemed to have no use for it.

I was going to look around and see if there was anything that I could do, for I was getting bored. I swam to a cave. There was darkness again.

The darkness screamed in my mind. I was suddenly very scared. I wanted to swim out of there, but I couldn't. I wanted to leave that hole, that was closing in on me, but there was no way. Or was there? Up above, I could see some light, I swam into the next room, and found that there was an air pocket. I came out of the water, and took in deep breaths of the air.

I decided to lie down on the floor. The surface was soft and very comfortable, and it didn't take me long to go to sleep. I was soon sleeping soundly. I got a good nap, and then I woke up. I looked around and decided that I was hungry. I was really starving.

I sat down on the floor again, and suddenly, there was a bowl of food before me. I reached down to the bowl, and picked it up in my hands. It was chicken soup. I drank the chicken soup, and felt myself refreshed. There is nothing like chicken soup to pick one up.

I looked around the room some more, and decided that I was going to leave. I walked towards the light, and then the light ray was directly over my head. I looked up, hypnotized by the rays of light that came down from the heavens and I started falling.

I was falling, down, down, down. Where was I going? Darkness all around me. I felt like I was shut in somehow, but there was a feeling of freedom.

Suddenly there was blinding light. The skies were a brilliant blue. I was standing on a cloud, when a bird came by. The bird looked at me, and said, "Hello, what's your name?"

"I'm Frances Millburn, and you?"

"Goby, the king of birds." "You are Goby?" I acted like I knew who Goby was..

"Yes, and you, my simple sister, you shouldn't be up here in the clouds." "And why, pray tell?"

"This is the dominion of the birds, not people."

"Listen, Birdie, how would you like to have your beak blown." "You wouldn't dare."

"Listen your royal feathers, I would gladly blow that beak of yours, if you will let me stay."

"I must know the reason why you want to come to my kingdom." "Oh, that, well it all started when I got off a train in Queens."

"What?"

"Queens, I got off the wrong subway or something."

"How do you know about the Queen?" "Listen, Buster, I use to live there." "You did?"

"Yeah, you wanna blow job?" "Uh, yes."

I had never gone down on a bird before, but I decided that I would do it just for kickers. I was looking for his dick, but it occurred to me that birds don't have dicks, so I had to satisfy him and me, with his beak.

Strange, once I put the beak in my mouth, it seemed to feel just like a prick. I moved my mouth up and down on the prick-beak. I ran my tongue up and down the length of it.

The bird was peeping and tweeting all over the place. I rubbed my tits into his down, and he seemed to like it. This was a very large bird. He was taller than I and he had yellow feathers, bright yellow feathers.

He crowed as I worked my mouth up and down his beak. I was having a fine time, working my mouth up and down the prick. It was a prick now. It was a great big prick and it filled my mouth, and it tasted good.

I was working my lips over the purple head. I pulled on it with my teeth. I started to nibble into the head of the cock. I pulled on it, as I worked my mouth and lips over him. I was very aroused, by what I was doing. I thought that I was going to come soon.

My pussy was creaming as I worked my lips over the cock. I had no idea who the cock belonged too, all I knew was that this was a good cock, and it tasted pretty good. I pulled on it a few more times.

I ran one of my hands down to my crotch, and I started fingering my cunt. I loved the way that my pussy felt. I worked my finger in and out of my quim. I was shaking as he worked his prick in and out of my mouth. I pulled on the prick some more, and I worked my finger in and out of my pussy as quickly as I could.

I was heaving and writhing as I worked his dick in and out of my mouth. I was sucking on the mother-fucking bird. This fucking bird was like the capitalist symbol of the world, and I was going down on the fucker.

I pulled the cock out of my mouth, and started working my lips over it. I worked my mouth down to the base of his cock, and I started nibbling on the cock. I worked my tongue up and down on the cock. I was very aroused, by the way that I felt. I thought that I was going to come soon. I was very aroused, by the feelings that I was being given by my own finger.

I worked the finger in and out of the twat as fast as possible. Everything whizzed by, or at least it seemed to. The prick was glistening with secretions. I liked the way the head was shaped, it was a circumcised prick. I held it in my hand for a moment and squeezed it.

I worked my hand down to the balls of the person-was it person? -- that I was working on. I squeezed the balls in my hand, and the creature above me gasped. I worked my hand over the nuts some more, and I fingered myself into a mild hysterical state. I was laughing as I worked my finger in and out of my muff. I thought that there was something terribly funny about fingering myself.

The penis in my mouth started to squirt. The gism gushed into my mouth. I nearly choked on the load of gism that filled my mouth. I worked the cock into my mouth a few more times, and then I pulled the tool out.

I was still fingering myself. Masturbating on a cloud is a very nice way to go. I was working my finger in and out of my box, and thinking about the way that I was feeling. I was working the finger in and out of my box as quickly as possible.

I thought that it was really something, to be fingering my twat while on a cloud. I moved my hips back and forth as I worked my finger into the hot moist fur pie.

I was undulating my body. Sleeping on a cloud, is like sleeping on a water bed, kind of. The undulations were nicer. I rocked my body back and forth.

I felt the finger go deep into the sheath of my cunt. I felt every sensation as I turned myself on. I was working the finger in and out of the beaver. My pussy was pulsing and palpitating as quickly as possible. It all seemed purposeless to me, but nonetheless I was still there with my finger up my cunt, so to speak.

I moved it in and out, and let the vibrations riddle my body. I was heaving and sighing as I worked the finger into my cunt some more. I loved the way that my body was feeling. I thought that I was really something. I was straining as I neared the climax.

Every fiber of my body seemed to be turned up, as I neared the climax. I was working my finger into my muff in a frenzy.

My body exploded into a zillion different particles as I shot through that orgasm zone. I was ripping right through it, letting my cunt go wild. I was really into it. I thought that would die from the sheer pleasure that I had given myself.

It was over, and the orgasm and the memories of such drained away. I was now on a beach, the bird had gone. Up came a man and his family. There were about four of them A husband, wife, and two kids, one of each sex.

"Hello," I called.

"Hello, look, you're nude." The father was pointing at me, but then I turned right around and said something to him. "Look you're nude, too." And he was. "That's different," he said. "I should hope so," I replied. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. "Cunt and dick." "You can't say those words." "Why not?"

"I'm a married man, and these are my children, they can't have their ears tainted at such an early age."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Obscene," spoke his wife, "that's why."

"You know," he said, "we have to be careful about who moves into our neighborhood, we are sorry but we can't let just any old dirty mouth come into our block."

"That's right," agreed his wife, "we just can't let anyone move into the neighborhood." "I don't see why not." "It's just not done." "Pick a number, any number." "Why?"

"Yours is not to reason why, yours is but to do or die." "Why?" "Because."

"Get her out of the neighborhood." "Tramp, slut."

"Whore, punk."

"Lynch her. lynch her." I was running down the beach, with several people after me, they were carrying torches. They chased me down the beach, but couldn't catch up with me. I was feeling my muscles react to the things that I was requiring of my body. I was doing very well as I ran down the shore.

"Fuck her."

"Find her."

"Feel her."

"Get that bitch."

"Which way did she go?"

"That way " "After her, man."

"Cut her off at the pass."

"Pass her off at the cut."

Will they get me, as we approach the climax of my dream? Will they? Will I be able to survive? Yes. Everything will be cool, if we can just keep it together. If we don't lose our heads, and lay off the heavy shit.

'That's right men, tonight we are going to bomb Hanoi. Now, I know you are all very interested in what's going to happen up there."

"Sarge, who's going out on this mission?"

"Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison, maybe McCartney."

"Thanks, Sarge."

"That's all right fellows."

"Anything else we should know?"

"Yes, everything will be cool, if we can just keep it together. If we don't lose our heads, and lay off the heavy shit."

"That's all?"

"That's right now let's go on out there and show them what kind of drive we have. Right?"

"Right!"

I was standing in the middle of a briefing room, and for some reason none of the men in it noticed me. They didn't even recognize my existence. I Was a bit pissed. Was there something wrong with the way I had fixed my hair?

"Yoooohoooo," I said, but no one heard. "So that's it men, let's go out there and show them our stuff."

"For the good of the country." "Which country?" "Our country?."

"Dig it." A flash in time, or was it a flash in space? It jolted down into my brain.

I was now back in the plain or prairie. I stood there all alone, wondering what was going to happen to me. Was there anyway out of this Oz? Where was Kansas, or was this Kansas, and I was from Oz?

"No reason to worry, my friend, eventually everything will work out, why don't you sit for a spell and tell me everything that you are willing to tell me."

I turned to look for the speaker, but I could find no one. "You're not looking in the right place said the voice."

I looked up and it was a cat, a Chesire cat. The cat seemed to be floating in mid-air. I went to him and walked underneath him. He looked down at me, and said, "Curious?"

"Why?"

"Because, I would like to know why or how you can do that." "What?"

"What you are doing." "Me?" asked the cat. "Yes, you."

"Call me Macavity, will you, and I will call you Girl."

"I have a name."

"Good for you."

"Don't you want to hear it?"

"Not particularly."

"Why not?"

"Names get to be boring after a while. Everybody has a name." "Are you sure?" I asked. "Positively, I think." "You think?" "Of course, I think."

"What?"

"Never mind, Girl." "I'm Frances."

"I don't care what you are, I think you should get some clothes on."

"But don't you find me sexy?"

"Yes, but there is nothing I can do about it."

"Oh, I guess not."

"I'm a cat you know, and cats and girls, well-" "I understand, Macavity." "Good."

"But how do you do that?" "What?"

"That floating thing." "Oh, that." "Yes."

"Simple, Girl, you have to be made to accept the things that I'm doing. This is a very weird place you are in, do you know that?"

"I figured as much."

"Oh, yes, terribly strange. You wouldn't believe some of the things that go on here." "That bad?" "Horrendous." "Really?" I asked. "Yes."

"Hmmmmm."

"Do you see what we are doing?"

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, we are talking about nothing." "I'm sorry," I said. "Don't be sorry." "Why not?"

"There's no point to it, that's all. There's not much of a point for anything." "Oh."

"What time is it?"

"What is time?"

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

"Ah, yes."

"Well?" I asked.

"About five after the hour."

"What hour?"

"How should I know?"

"But you said-" "On this bus we are all made."

"What bus?"

"You figure it out," said the cat.

"I can't."

"You must."

"But-" "Yes, just so."

"How?" I asked.

"Easy."' "Hmmmmm."

"Perhaps."

Macavity vanished into nothing. Suddenly, I was standing in a subway station. People were moving around me. I was dressed in my heavy winter clothes.

"Sir," I asked, "Is this the downtown train?"

"Yes."

I had let my fantasy take my mind away. I had let everything go, and now I looked up and saw that the train was at my stop. I still hadn't figured out what to do yet, but I knew that I was going to do something, and with that conviction, I left the train and walked out of the stop.

I had a plan. I had decided that I would go after the president, Richard. Was that so strange of an idea? In order to do so, I was going to have to do some detective work.

I became involved in my investigation. I made a point of following Richard and Amy, whenever I had the chance. I wanted to find out what they did. I had already caught them fucking, and that supplied the basis for my investigation.

Every night after work, I would try and find out where Richard and Amy were. If I could discover where they were going, and if it was some place readily accessible, I would go there. I followed them to a restaurant one night. I managed to sit in a booth not too far from them. I could hear them talking.

"We can't go on meeting like this," said Richard.

"I love you."

"I love you, but this is insane, we have to stop meeting like this." "I don't see why!" "What if your husband finds out?" "Oh."

"He might divorce you. I know you want to marry me, but I thought you wanted to get alimony from him, and you can't do that if he has grounds. Did your friend Mr. Wells ever get the goods on him and that girl?"

"No, not yet, and he tells me that they haven't talked to each other in weeks."

"Maybe something is up."

"Like?"

"Maybe they found out that you put a tail on them."

"How could they?"

"Amy, you may underestimate your husband, but I don't. He's a pretty clever cookie." "Hank?"

"Yes, Hank. He's the real brains behind Metropolitan Media." "Hank?"

"Yes. If your detective slipped up a little-" "Wells would never slip up."

"How do you know?"

"He's a fine detective."

"Amy, he's human."

"What does that have to do with it?"

"Because he's not perfect, he can fuck up."

"He wouldn't dare."

"Of course not, not deliberately."

"You mean-" "Yes, he can made a mistake. Don't forget he doesn't have any evidence, and that could be because he fucked up."

"Hmmm. I hope you are wrong."

"I could be, but he hasn't gotten any evidence, and with Hank and Frances splitting up, just at this point, well it looks pretty bad for you and me."

They talked on for some time, and arrived at the same basic strategy as Hank had adopted. Richard, I realized as I eavesdropped, was a very smart cookie. Not so his female companion. Amy Burns had trouble differentiating between her ass and her elbow.

I listened very carefully to all they had to say. When Richard told Amy only to meet him at his apartment, I figured that might make a good story to tell James Vincent and Hank.

CHAPTER SIX

But when I had left the scheming lovers behind, I realized that I'd be dumb to tell Hank and James this news. What the hell! Hank had treated me like dirt. He had to pay for that.

Being female makes it easier to bear grudges. I can keep one for ninety years without the edge wearing off it. And Hank was in for a real treat.

Now that Amy and Richard were on the run, I figured he would probably be an easy catch for a girl who offered him only sex, no complications. After all, his nerves were probably worn to a frazzle by this time. What could be nicer than simply to fuck somebody!

And if I succeeded, I didn't need Hank anymore. The biggest point of my plan, though, was to drive Amy back to Hank, so the two of them could suffer each other. That would be justice of the poetic variety!

Besides, Richard was quite a package for any woman to win! Handsome, of athletic build, wealthy, and he had the look of a man who knows what women need. The more I thought about Richard, the less Hank played on my mind.

I started my plan the next day at work. I walked near Richard's office, during my coffee break, and he was coming out of his office as I passed him, just at that point I bumped into him.

"Excuse me."

"Oh, Mr. Jansen."

"Sorry, Frances, but I didn't see you coming." "Would you like to?" "What!" "Nothing."

"I thought you said something, something er-" "What?"

"Never mind, I must have misunderstood."

"That's a shame, we should try and understand each other. Makes for a better working relationship, and I want the affairs of the office to run smoothly."

"What did you say about affairs?"

"I said that I would want them to run smoothly."

"Oh, yes, most assuredly, everything must run smoothly."

"Well, I'll see you later."

"Oh, yes." I walked off the the coffee pot, I had give him something to think about. I had tried not to be too obvious about what I was doing.

I really wanted to get into his pants. I wanted that cock of his in my hot little hand. I wanted to work the thing back and forth in my hand and have it shoved in my cunt. That was what I had in mind, but it was more than just a fuck that I wanted, I wanted to be his mistress. That was very important to me, because that meant money.

Money was what I wanted, that and social importance. The next day, I went into his office, I was called there by him, it seemed that his secretary was out, and he needed to have someone take dictation.

"Will you take this message for me?"

I smiled, sat in the chair, and arranged myself so that I gave him a beaver shot. "I take anything you want me to take."

"Ahem."

"I'm ready, Mr. Jansen."

"Yes, well-" He tried not to look at the beaver shot that I was giving him, but his eyes kept going back to my crotch.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

"I'm having a difficult time thinking."

"Would you like a neck rub."

"No, I don't think so."

"It might help, you know those kinds of things are good for headaches, and lack of concentration." "Well, maybe."

"All you have to do is ask."

"Would you mind?"

"Not at all." I went over to him and placed my hands on his neck. I rubbed the flesh of his neck up and down. While I was doing this, I glanced down at his crotch, I noticed that a bulge was beginning to form down there. I worked my hands up and down on his neck as quickly as possible.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Yes. You do that very well."

"That's not all I do."

"Ahem, what do you mean?"

"I do other things well, that's what I mean, what did you think I meant."

"Uh, nothing. Never mind." I rubbed his neck some more, my fingers poking into the folds of flesh around his neck. I moved the skin back and forth.

I was wondering if I was coming on to strong. I decided to be more subtle. If I could be more subtle, I might be able to get my way more readily.

I thought that perhaps I was being too strong with him, too forceful. I didn't want to blow anything. I was very leery of making myself too available. I had a feeling that the kind of woman that appealed to him was the silent type, the devious type.

I was going to be devious, maybe that was the way to his crotch and his pocket book.

"You can stop now, if you want to."

"I don't mind giving you a back rub."

"Well-" I rubbed his neck some more. I worked my fingers into the throat and neck muscles.

"Would you like me to go down on you?" "What?"

"Would you like me to go down on your neck, do your shoulders, your back?" "Oh."

"Would you, sir?"

"Please do." I massaged his shoulders, and then I started massaging his back. He groaned as I worked the muscles over in my hand.

"Where did you learn to do this?" He asked.

"My father had back trouble and my mother and I use to take turns massaging his back."

"It's really good."

"I'm glad to be of service to you, sir." "Yes, well-" "Just a few more times, and then if you don't mind, I'll stop."

"Fine, besides we really have some important work to do, can't worry about my body."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about your body at all. Oh, feel these muscles, so nice and hard, you must be hard all over." I glanced down at his crotch again, and discovered that I was right.

He was starting to tremble. "Sir, is something wrong?" "Oh, no."

"But you are shaking."

"Nerves, I guess."

"You know what you need?"

"What?"

"You need to go home and go to bed."

"Hell, I can't do that."

"Sure you can, you are the president here. Nobody gives you enough time off, you really should relax some more."

"You really think so?"

"Yes. You are a very important man here, just imagine what would happen if you had to go to the hospital. Why this place would be in shambles, without you here to control things, you really ought to see a doctor about those nerves."

"Yes, maybe I should."

"Yes, take good care of yourself, you belong to me." I sang a couple of bars of a song.

"What did you say?"

"I was singing a song sir, 'Take good care of yourself, you belong to me. Baby it's cold outside-' I sang him the rest of the song.

"I didn't know what you were saying and I thought that you were saying that I belonged to you."

"No, silly, I was just singing a song." "You have a nice singing voice." "Thank you, I used to sing." "Really?"

"I use to be on the stage. My parents were in vaudeville." "Who were they."

"Oh, you're too young to remember them." "Do you remember them?" "Heavens no, by the time I was born they owned a hardware store." "Oh, well, who were they?" "Flo and Eddie."

"No!" "Yes."

"The Flo and Eddie, song and; dance' team?" "Yes."

"I never saw them, but I have some posters from old theatres, and on one of the posters, that team is advertised."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"That's really strange." "It's a strange world." "Yes, sir, it is."

"Did they teach you, how to sing and dance?"

"Yes, and they taught me mime too." "Would you mind singing a song for me?" "Not at all."

He requested a song, and I had fun singing it for him. I sang the song as well as I could, and when I finished he applauded me. "Very good. What else do you do?"

"Anything."

"Ahem, I mean for the stage." "That's what I meant." "Oh."

"I was a magician's assistant for a year." ' "Really, I use -to do magic, when I was a kid. I had one of those kits that some kids get for Christmas. I had every one of those tricks down pat. I could do anything with the trick deck."

"Did you ever do slight of hand?"

"Yes. Watch." He took a quarter out of his pocket and transferred it to the other hand. I watched for any trickery, but I couldn't see anything. The quarter vanished. The quarter was not there.

I clapped my hands, "Hey, that's really good."

"You want to see some more?"

"Well, sure." He reached into one of his drawers and started doing tricks for me. He did several.

"That's great, tricks like that always give me joy." I made sure that I emphasized "joy" just enough to see if it had any effect on him. It did, he lost his nerve. He was beginning to shake like everything.

"What's the matter, Mr. Jansen."

"Nothing, really. Let's get back to work." I worked for him the rest of the day.

For the next week or so, I did that kind of thing to him and then I decided to get bolder. I was in his office again.

"Mr. Jansen, could I talk to you about something personal, something that I feel bad about?"

"Well, yes."

"I'm glad, I really need to talk to someone, someone that might understand."

"What's the problem."

"I want to confess something to you."

"Well?"

"I had an affair with Mr. Burns." "Oh." He flinched.

"He called it off, because, he didn't want to cheat on his wife. He was very noble about it, but I felt terrible. He's got a beautiful girl for a wife, and I hated doing that to her."

"Yes. You two were very good about doing what you did. Yes, very noble."

"Yes, but now I'm very lonely."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

"Uh, well. What can I say?"

"Can I be honest?"

"That's the best thing to be."

"Well, since you are unattached, I was wondering-" "That's none of your business, you know that."

"But-" "None of your damned business, now, I'm sorry, it's just that-never mind, I really don't want to talk about it."

"Maybe you don't but I do."

"What?"

"I caught you and Amy screwing about four months ago. I was standing over there, watching the whole thing."

"Why you little-" "Now listen, here's what I want. I want you to drop Amy and have me for a mistress. I can give you the same thing that she is, and I'm younger too."

"But-" "Don't you find me desirable?" "Well, yes."

"Then I can't see why you wouldn't want me."

"I'm already involved."

"Do you think she really cares about you?"

"Yes."

"Well, you are wrong."

"Her one concern is security. She wanted a divorce so that she could get alimony. She wanted to marry up while divorcing money. Her big concern is money."

"I don't believe you."

"It's the truth."

"Are you sure?"

"When are you seeing her again?"

"Tonight."

"Where?"

"At my place."

"Meet her somewhere, where I can be near." "Why?"

"Ask her if she's interested in money, or get it to the point that her honesty will make her answer the question. I don't care how you do it, and if I am wrong, I'll quit this job, and vanish from your life."

"What if you are right."

"Then I'll be your mistress."

"I don't know."

"If I am right, would you still be interested in her?" "No."

"Then you would want somebody new, wouldn't you?" "Probably."

"You admitted yourself that you found me desirable." "That's true."

"Listen, your money attracts me to, but that's not the only reason." Oh, it had been initially, but it wasn't any longer.

"I'm very attracted to you."

"That's kind of you, but-" "No, it's the truth."

"Well, we'll see what happens tonight." Everything was agreed upon. They were gong to meet at a certain well-to-do restaurant.

I managed to take another booth right behind them. I was there to make sure that he went through with it. He did.

"I thought you didn't want to meet this way any more."

"I decided that I was tired of meeting in my apartment, that's all."

"You don't mind, I really like the change, you aren't doing this for me, are you?"

"Well, no, not really?"

"Good I wouldn't want to be selfish."

"How's Wells doing?"

"Poorly. Hank and the girl have stopped seeing each other "Oh, that's too bad." "Yes, yes it is."

"Did you want the divorce for money?" "What?"

"Was money your motivation for the divorce? Well, was it?" "Uh, not entirely." "But mainly?" "Why do you care?" "Just curious."

"Well, of course they money interested me."

"That brings up another question."

"And what is that?"

"Why do you want to marry me?"

"I love you."

"What if I said I wanted to call it off." "Why?" She seemed to be perplexed. "Just suppose." "I would be mad." "Because of a broken heart?" "Yes, of course." "Of course."

"I don't like the tone of your voice." "What's the matter with it, Amy?" "You suspect something." "No, I don't."

"Yes, you do. And whatever it is it's not true."

"Honey, how could I be suspicious of you?" "I don't know." "You see?"

"Richard, you're confusing me."

"Not intentionally."

"Richard, what's the matter."

"Your main reason for getting the divorce was money, why wouldn't you marry me for the same reason? You know that I have more money-hungry woman?"

"Are you accusing me of being a money-hunger?"

"No, I was just supposing."

"It sounded unkind."

"Sorry, Amy."

"Damn it, I wouldn't marry you for your money." "You sure?" "Of course."

"Amy, money is not your concern?" "No dammit. Why are you doing this. I don't care about your fucking money." "There's no reason to get upset." "I'm not."

"You sound upset." "I'm not." "Yes you are." "No, no."

"You want my money."

"All right, so I do, so what?"

"You admit it?"

"Yes, yes."

"Well, that's it."

"Why, we could be happy?"

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you." "You have to." "No, I don't." "Please, I'm sorry."

"No, I'm leaving, Amy." He got up and walked Out. I met him at his apartment later.

"You were right, Frances."

"Yes. I'm sorry, I almost felt bad about what I did."

"Don't."

"I didn't mean for it to get that far." "Everything is all right." "You sure, Richard?"

"Yes." He kissed me, and we started making out. He embraced me and pulled me to him. I kissed him on the face several times. I slid my tongue into his mouth. He was panting as I ran my hands down to his legs.

"Hmmm, that's good."

"You like that, Richard?"

"Yes, kiss me." I kissed him again, and this time, I positioned myself so that I could rub my body up against him. I rubbed my crotch against his, and felt the bulge of his cock. He was aroused by what I was doing.

"Yes." Richard closed his eyes and kissed me on the mouth again, his tongue flicked over my throat, and I felt desire awaken in my cunny. I wanted him badly. I wanted his cock in my cunt.

I wanted to have him on top of me, with his prick in my cunt.

He led me into his bedroom, and he closed the door, he kissed me on the face, and he sucked on my tongue. I was very aroused, by the way that he pulled my tongue into his mouth. I panted as I worked my tongue into him. I was very aroused by the whole thing.

I wanted to have him fuck me, very badly. I never wanted him to stop fucking me. He undid my blouse and slipped it and my bra off.

He cupped my boobs in his hands. He kissed each one of them, and the nipples erected. I was very aroused, and my cunt was really juicing. I wanted to have him so very bad, that I could taste it.

He rubbed his fingers over my nipples. They were hot and aching for his fingers. He ran his hands up and down my chest. He rubbed his fingers onto the soft succulent flesh. I heaved my breasts up, as he worked his hands over them. I was perspiring from the lust and need for him.

He worked his hands down me some more and removed my skirt and panty-hose. I was nude before him. He kissed my boobs again, and then he worked his mouth down to my cunt. He kissed it quickly and then he started undressing. I wanted to see his manhood.

I was eager to take it in my hands and massage it. As soon as I saw it, I reached for it and started to stroke it. He panted as I moved my hand up and down it.

"Richard, I want you."

"You shall have me."

"Kiss, me darling." He kissed me and then he mounted me. His cock was hard and throbbing and I could feel it, sliding into my cunt.

I thrust my cunt up as he moved it into me. I was trembling with passion as he speared my cunt. I felt my body racked with passion and pleasure. He shoved his cock into me some more. I was very eager for his cock. I thought that it was really something.

He pounded his thing into me. I undulated under him. His cock filled my pussy and I gasped as I neared the climax. My pleasure was sheer and powerful as he pushed me closer to the orgasm, and then I came. I quivered and spasmed as he shoved me over the abyss into pure pleasure.

Richard and I started a wonderful affair. It was successful in many ways, more than I had hoped for.

"Frances, come into my office for a minute, will you?" asked Richard.

"Yes," I said, as I closed the door.

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"Hank and Amy are getting back together. She called me to tell me, that I was terrible, and a number of other things, and that she was going back to Hank."

"Wonderful."

"Not really, they can't stand each other, but maybe it will work out."

Personally, I hoped that they would end up spending the rest of their lives together in utter misery. I had succeeded in doing what I wanted.

"What does Hank think about that?" "He doesn't seem to be overjoyed." "Probably not, she struck me as being a bitch."

"Yes, but a shrewd one." "Most of them are shrewd." "I suppose."

"Yes, believe me, a woman who wants, usually gets, and if she doesn't,' she can be hell to live with."

"You know?"

"Speaking on behalf of my sex," I said demurely, "I must say that women are capable of peak of unpleasantness as yet unsealed by any male."

He gave me a peculiar look, and became very thoughtful.

CHAPTER SEVEN

When Richard took me out, nothing was good enough for me. He really knew how to treat a woman. The finest restaurants, the best theatre productions, expensive clothes and outings, all for little me.

Of course, I gave up work, and moved in with him. He assured me his intentions were honorable, that he would marry me if things settled down between us. But he explained that he had never married precisely because he had never learned to trust a woman entirely.

So my next task was to gain his trust. It was difficult-not because the job was beyond me, but because temptations were so legion that I didn't even trust myself. Suddenly I found myself surrounded by film producers, stars, and the big men of the stage, all of them treating me as an equal.

The prospect of going back to the stage still haunted me, and if someone had come up to me then and had offered me a role in exchange for a fuck, I would have spread 'em right there and then.

Luckily, that didn't happen, and Richard and I became very close. He was a wonderful lover, sensitive, considerate, and experienced. He knew a lot about women, how to treat them, and how to bring them out of himself, if what he was doing to me was anything to go by.

One of the more interesting things about Richard, was that he was an impulsive lover. There was one time in his office: "Frances, come here a minute and take this message for me, will you?"

"Certainly, Richard." I sat down in the chair, and started to take the message, suddenly, I found that he was kissing me on the mouth.

"Richard, what about the letter?"

"Not now, this is more important." He kissed me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He worked his tongue all the way into my mouth, and I was very excited. He moved his tongue in and out of my mouth.

I started to pant. He pulled me over to the lounge that was in his office. He impaled into my mouth and sucked on my lips. I was breathing hard, and ready for his mouth and lips. I kissed him on the mouth, and everything was really groovy.

He was so wonderful He worked on my mouth some more, and then ran one of his hands down to my breasts, and touched them.

I was reeling in pleasure as he stroked my boobs. He worked his fingers up and down my chest. I was oohing, and aching as he did. I thought that the way he treated me was really something, and I wanted to fuck him, to show him my appreciation for the way that he was making me feel. I was thrilled by the movements of his tongue on my throat. He worked his tongue up and down my throat and neck. I was panting heavily as he kissed me on the shoulder blade. As he was kissing and mouthing me, his hands were working over my tits, and this was all taking place in his office.

I remembered the time, that I had seen him and Amy on the floor fucking, and I wondered if anyone would come into his office, while we were busy. I thrust my pelvis out to him, and he loved it. He thought that I was really dynamite, and he sucked on my neck some more. I was very aroused, and my quim was drenched with love juices.

I was very excited by everything that was happening to me. I wanted him to know, exactly how thrilled I was. I ran my hand down to his cock, and I squeezed it, and he gasped as I did. I loved Richard, and the way that he reacted to the way that I kissed him.

I worked my lips up and down his mouth and throat. I thought that he was really something, and I brushed my tits against his chest.

We were lying on the divan, he was straddled partially over my body, and partially off of my body. He worked his tongue into my mouth, and one of his hands worked on my boobs. He kissed me some more, and I was very aroused by what was happening. Richard worked his mouth on to my neck, he clamped it down firmly, and started to suck.

I was rubbing his prick with my hand. I worked my hand up and down his crotch. I thought that he was really something. Richard murmured as I fondled his prick. I moved my hands all over him and he whimpered. I thought that he was going to explode from the excitement.

I kissed him several times, and then he started to unbutton my blouse. He got my blouse undone. He pulled it off of me, and then he started kissing my boobs. I rubbed his cock some more, as he kissed my boobs. I was very aroused by what he was doing.

Richard worked his mouth on my boob. He kissed and sucked it as hard as he could, which gave me shocks of pleasure. I was very aroused by what he was doing, and I wanted to have sex with him.

I wanted to be on top of him, with his cock working in and out of my quim. I wanted to have him fucking me and I thought that he would be really great. I loved the way that he was fondling and touching me. I felt my body on fire with passion. I really wanted to fuck.

I kissed him some more and he kissed me back.

I undid his shirt and I started kissing his nipples. He seemed to like that and I started biting his breasts. He was pounding and writhing as I worked my lips up and down his body. I worked my lips on his nipples and then I bit them. Sometimes he would scream and sometimes he would gasp.

Richard moved his hand down to my crotch and he cupped his hand over my cunt and squeezed his fingers on my cunt as I gasped with pain. I really was soaring to the heights. My body was trembling as he kissed and sucked on me. I was very aroused by what was happening.

I wanted to have my body shoot into a thousand different pieces. I thought that the whole thing was very exciting. He kissed me some more. He rubbed his hand on my cunt and I thrust upward.

I worked my hand into his crotch. I was feeling him and fondling him. He was very much excited. He bit my throat and he kissed me.

I loved the way he was feeling me. I thought that he was really something and I loved the way he was making me feel. He worked his mouth up and down my tits. He slipped his hand into my pants. I was wearing slacks that day and he cupped his hand over my muff.

I thrust my cunt up as he worked his fingers over it. I was drenched with sweat and aroused juices. My pubic hair was matted. I was heaving my body up and I loved the way that he was working me over. I thought that I was going to come soon and that was what I wanted to do. He bit my neck once more.

He bit into my neck again and I thought that he was really good. I loved the way that he was working me over. I was very aroused as he started to finger my cunt. I was thrilled by the way that I was being fingered. I thought that he was really good to me and I wanted him to give me all the pleasure that was possible. He worked his finger into my cunt some more. I wanted him to strip me of my clothes. "Undress me."

"Yes, my love." He took the rest of my clothes off and he was fingering me and frenching me with his tongue. He worked his tongue into my navel. He didn't lap out my cunt, but he just worked on my muff with his finger. I was feeling myself cream as he worked his finger into me some more. I thought he was wonderful!

He kissed me on the neck as he shoved his finger into my quim. He worked his finger in and out of my cunt. I was heaving my body up and I thought that I was going to die. I could hardly stand he way that he was kissing and fingering me.

He pushed his finger into my box some more and I started to come. I was heaving and writhing and I came! My juices splashed onto his finger. He worked his finger into me a few more times and then he pulled his finger out of me. I was very aroused by what he was doing to me. I thought that he was really something and I loved the way that he worked his finger in my cunt.

He moved his mouth onto mine and then he kissed me once more. He rubbed his hand onto my cunt. I was very aroused by what was happening and I came again. Finally, my body began to cool. He kissed me on the tit and then he got up and pulled his clothes off. He kissed me on the mouth and then he rolled onto the bed. He was lying on his back and I pulled myself over to him and kissed him. I worked my lips on his. I kissed him over and over and then I' pulled myself onto his body.

He grunted as I slid my hot quim onto his hard and throbbing rod. He worked his cock in and out of my body. I rocked myself up and down on his cock. I was very aroused as I slid up and down on his thing. He was really something and I loved the way he was letting me fuck him.

His cock was straight up and all I had to do was to move up and down his cock. He had his thing impaled in my body. I was very aroused by what was happening and I wanted the pleasure to last. I worked my body up and down while he thrust his cock up. I worked on him as much as I could. I thought he was really a great fuck.

My body was trembling as he fucked me some more. He was cramming his cock into my body. I writhed and panted as he did. I Was twisting and thrashing 'about as the cock moved up and down in my quim.

I worked my body on his peter some more. I slammed myself down on his prick. He thrust himself up, and I came down on him again. I was working my hot moist cunt around his body. I was very aroused by the way that we were fucking and I wanted to come.

I thought about the intense feelings of my body, and the way that the cock felt as he worked it in my box. I was humping and pumping myself against him. I slammed my thing onto his cock.

I slipped my hands underneath his ass, and then he slammed his thing into me some more. I was heaving and panting as he worked his thing into me some more.

I thought that I was going to die soon. I loved the way that he and I were fucking. He worked his cock into my quim, and I thought that I was going to come. I could feel my body pounding and pounding. I was heaving and screwing him as fast as I could.

I slammed myself down on his cock. I worked my body onto his prick. I was very aroused by the way he was fucking me. I thought that he was really something, and I loved the way that he was feeling. He worked his thing into my body, and then it happened.

I was jerking and spasming, and my cunt was creaming. I could feel my spunk oozing out of my body. I was falling down into the vortex of sheer pleasure. I was spinning and falling, and I thought that I would never make it out of the pit of darkness.

But there was no need to make it out of the pit of darkness, because it was whirling about, creating light, and I was falling nearer, and nearer to it. The sensations surrounded my body and pulsed throughout me. I was gasping and panting as he worked his cock into me a few more times.

He was still fully erect, because he had not come. He worked his thing into me some more, and I was feeling the intensity of my body grow, and it got to be bigger and bigger.

I was falling as fast as possible towards that light at the bottom of the pit. I whirled and spun as I fell. I was going faster and faster as I was falling into the cavity. I thought that I would never make it out.

I was a meteor falling through space. I was falling and whizzing through space as I reached my orgasm. The pleasure of the fuck was incredible, and as I hurled into the vortex of pleasure, I thought about my lover Richard, and how much I loved him.

I came shooting and rushing into the vortex.

Within a few seconds the whole thing was over I was still working him up and down on my cunt. I loved the way that he had brought me to the orgasm.

He was still fucking me, and then he began to whimper and grit his teeth. I worked my cunt faster on to his cock and he started spasming, and sperm shot into, my body. The spunk made throughout my body. I was very aroused by his orgasm enough so that I would come again.

Then we parted, and we got dressed. There was a telephone call, and he went to his desk and answered the phone. I got up and took the rest of the message for him. I went to the typewriter and typed the message for him. He talked on the phone, and it was like nothing had happened.

I worked for him at first but then he decided that he would like it more, if I was not working. He would support me, and there would be no worries. I had already moved in with him, and the only thing that he wanted me to do, was simply to stop working.

That was exactly what I did. I was glad to stop working and I told Richard to slow down.

"Don't forget that you're important, Richard. You shouldn't push yourself so hard, take it easy."

"Well, maybe you're right."

"I definitely think that you should relax, and try and get some constructive things done for your own sake."

"I'll try."

"Good." About three weeks later we left for the Riviera in France. We had a marvelous time. We spent about a month and a half there. While Richard was gone Hank was in charge of the company.

Richard did a lot of things while he was there. For one thing he got in more exercising than he had had in a long time. He swam about a mile a day, and he would do some jogging too. Night was more fun, and he would go to parties, and at nights we would go to the casinos and gamble. I watched Richard lose five thousand dollars in three hours at baccarat. We didn't really care about money.

We were in the jet set pretty much. There were some real wild parties. There was this one party that took place at this old castle near the Mediterranean. It overlooked the ocean.

The castle was very beautiful, very romantic looking and I fell in love with it the very first time that I saw it. I thought that it was a fantastic place, and it fired my imagination as I saw it.

The party was to last for a solid week, and we were all told to bring nothing, that everything would be supplied.

The party was thrown by an eccentric, but very wealthy old man, who lived at the castle and gambled at some of the casinos.

His name was Roy Stanley, and he had made a fortune from publishing underground book, predominantly pornography, but he really didn't seem to be a dirty old man. He was very polite, very decent chap, who had long white hair, and pale blue eyes. His skin was pale and wrinkled and he was old, but not attractive. He didn't not look like the kind of person who exercised in the day much, but rather he was the kind of person who left all of his activities to the night.

Richard and I drove up to the castle in a rented English roadster. We arrived after dark, and the sky was clouded over, so that only a few rays of the moon escaped to the earth. I was entranced as I looked at the castle. It was a very impressive place to look at.

I could hardly take my eyes off of it. We drove up to the gate and showed our invitations, and then we were allowed into the rest of the place. We parked our car next to many elegant looking autos. We got out and went to the castle entrance, we were met by a butler and showed into the rest of the place. He took us to our rooms, and then he took us to Roy.

"Good evening, so glad to see that you both could make it. The next seven days are going to be filled with all kinds of pleasure. You must have something to drink, and something to eat. Yes, very good, come on." He showed us to a buffet table, and we helped ourselves to food and drink. He let us then, and went to someone else's side.

"He seems to be having a good time," I said to Richard.

"Yes he does."

"I wonder what is going to happen."

"I don't know, but don't be shocked by anything that happens, and go along with the flow, all right?"

"Yes," I said, and then worried, he made it sound rather ominous.

"Darling, don't worry, nothing terrible is going to happen, but I do think that we might have a good deal of sexual activity about, and I wouldn't be surprised if the old man required us all to be nude, from now, until the end of the party. Would you be willing for that kind of thing?"

"Sure."

"What if I fucked someone else, would you get angry?"

"I don't think so. What would happen, if I fucked someone else?"

"I don't know, but I don't think I would get mad, maybe a little jealous, but I would try and control that."

"Yes, I thought you would say that, and I want you to know that I love you for the way that you are." We kissed and then turned our attention to the party.

There were many celebrities there. There was no one there who didn't belong. All the people at the party where very much "in." Rex and I decided to mingle with the people.

I found a rather attractive Frenchman, and I decided that I would go talk to him. In the meantime, Richard spotted a Swedish number that interested him, and he went to talk to her.

"I don't think we have met," I said to the Frenchman," my name is Fran Mills."

"Hello, my dear I am Pierre." I looked at him startled for a moment, and then I knew who he was, he was one of my favorite foreign actors. I gasped as I realized who it was.

"You are in the movies, aren't you," I said calmly.

"A few movies, yes. Nothing great, you know."

"I have seen several of them, and I really like your movies."

"Many people, I am popular with, but it ees not my art, which ees the reason for my appeal, but rather my face or my body, or somezing like that."

"Oh, have you ever been on the stage?"

"Yes, three times. Ees not for me, you know. I cannot go on the stage without zee butterflies, and my head she ees dizzy."

"Yes, I use up have that problem."

"Were you on the stage?"

"Yes, at one point in my life."

"You are a beautiful girl, what are you doing tonight, you could come up to my room, and I could show you things that many Americans don't know about the art of love."

"Why Pierre, that might be very exciting, but I would like to think about it first."

"Of course, I notice that you were with another man, and I wouldn't want to cause any problems. He ees a rich man from America, no?"

"Yes."

"What does he do?"

"He's a president of several different companies."

"Oh. Do you love him?" "Yes, I do."

"Oh, but would you come to my room anyway?" "Maybe."

"How can you do that if you love him?" "That's why I can, because I do love him." "Crazee, I do not understand." "Pierre, perhaps I should explain it some time, I will do that." "Now?"

"No, we are going to be here for a week, I can see no reason to rush things. Beside, Richard, thinks that there is going to be some kind of orgy anyway."

"You think so?"

"I don't know, but Richard believes so."

"It is possible, Roy, ees known for his erotic concern."

"Yes, so I understand."

"He is a great lover, one of the greatest lovers of all time, if he invited you to share his bed, you must do so."

"Well-" "No, you must, it ees a great experience, so I am told." "Well, okay, but he hasn't asked me." "I'm sure he will."

At first thought, I had no desire to make it with someone as old as Roy. On the other hand, if he was really that good of a lover maybe I shouldn't pass up the invitation. I had some more to drink, and eventually found Richard, who was in the corner talking to another girl, a redhead.

There was a band out of the terrace that was playing dance music, sometimes fast, and sometimes slow. Suddenly there was a drum roll, and Pierre got up, on a platform.

"Attention, attention, please. The next seven days are to be spent in pleasure, and it is my attention that this pleasure be more than just eating and drinking. Would you all go to your rooms, and undress and then come back. Thank you, and remember to enjoy yourself."

Within a few minutes the ballroom was empty and everyone had exited to go to their rooms and undress. Richard and I went to our room and removed our clothing, and then we came back.

It was quite a sight to see around a hundred nude bodies. There was not one person who had an unattractive body.

I looked over a Pierre who had a splendid body, and he was totally nude, smiling at me. I tried to avoid his glance, but I couldn't. I went over to him and talked to him for a few minutes, he asked me if I was interested in fucking him, and I told him that I would but not at this moment.

While, I was talking to hint, Roy came over.

"My dear, you have such a fine body, would you like to show me your abilities, your loving ways?"

"I--"

"I would be deeply hurt if you rejected me." What could I do? So, I decided then and there to let myself go and have a wild week. He and I went to a platform which had a bed on it, and we started making out, several of the other people started pairing up and going to the floor.

Within a few minutes we were all writhing and humping as the band played on. I was having my muff fucked by the penis of Pierre who proved to be a really fine lover. He was soft and loving, and he made sure that I felt as much pleasure as he was taking from me.

He shoved his prick into my cunt, and I gripped his pecker with my vaginal muscles. He pumped his thing into my quim, and I thrust myself up. I was very aroused, and giving him a good time.

I glanced around the room, and found that Richard was fucking the Swedish girl. We were all fucking and working our genitals together. I was rushing towards a momentous orgasm, but then as I approached it, Roy slowed down. His pace became slower, and he put his prick into me less quickly. He worked his thing into me, and I was shaking as he did. He took his time, and made each movement delicious. The prick soothed my body as he tickled my clit with it. I was very aroused, and moved my legs further apart so as to give him all of me to play with. Subtle and swift, he worked my clit into the slit in his knob, reversing our roles in life for just a second.

Then, as if intimidated by his own slip, he plunged his dick into me and slammed it up to me so hard that he touched bottom. I cried out and wrapped my limbs around his undulating body. Again and again, he sent his mighty cock reaming up my palpitating cunt, till I broke up into a total orgasm!

I clutched him to my heaving bosom, so tightly that he could hardly breathe. My passion was surging through my body as if there was a tidal wave happening inside of me. And then, as it gradually settled, I released him.

Pierre pushed it home a few more times, then released his own orgasm. It was like a douche of warm cream, gentle and sensual, setting off yet another orgasm to ripple softly through my body.

CHAPTER EIGHT

It seemed as though that massive sex party had done something that gave a total uninhibitedness to both Richard and me. We were no longer as uptight about fucking with strangers, and I was able to countenance his occasional peccadilloes without any repercussions.

The new freedom it introduced into our lives together, allowed us both to give expression to all of the variety of sexual impulses we experienced. Most of our sexual drive was spent in our own bed. But for those kinks, those tiny perversions, we had to go further afield.

It worked out so well that Richard soon proposed to me. "You're the only girl with whom I feel completely free to be myself," he told me on that memorable occasion. "It is as though you understand me! And that, in itself, is so rare and precious, that I would not want to be deprived of it, you see?"

"I know what you mean," I smiled, hugging him fondly, "since I feel the same about you. Of course I'll be your wife, Richard. I would have married you months ago if you had asked me. But I was able to be patient."

"I'm so glad!" "When do you want to take the plunge?"

"How about in two weeks, Frances?"

"Great." It was that simple, we got married the designated date, and then we went to London for our honeymoon. It was very happy married, and I promised to be a good wife. We both vowed to be faithful to each other, and I knew that I would. We talked about having children, but decided against it. I had no need for children, and either did Richard.

"Frances, I think kids are a pain in the ass."

"I agree with you."

"I would have hated to be my father, you know?"

"Yes. I would have hated to be my mother. I would have really fucked me up."

"Hmmm. But as it is you turned out to be a pretty good kid."

"Thanks."

"Oh, think nothing of it." "Kiss?" He kissed me.

London, England was very exciting. We spent several months there. I loved London, it was so very proper, but yet not proper. There was a strange mixture of the old and the very new. We saw most of England taking in the sights and sounds of the great country.

One week we went out into the country, the rural area of England, Middlesex. There were quite little cottages, the whole thing was like something out of a story-book. I was enamored with the simple life.

Everything there in the countryside was so pure, natural. I really loved it! One of the finest fucks that Richard and I ever had was near a small pool out in the country.

It was during the summer, and although not hot, warm, very pleasant, and- Richard and I decided to take a picnic in the country. We walked for several miles, and then found this wonderful little pool.

There were several trees around it. The shade was very nice. There was no one around at all, and we decided that it would be the ideal place for lunch. We sat down near the tree and had lunch. I had brought along a basket full of good things to eat, and we had a fine meal.

Then after we had finished eating, we decided to take a nap. We spread a blanket out on the ground and started to sleep. Richard put his arm around me, and we fell into a pleasant sleep.

I dreamt of many things, knights and kings, and elves. I saw men with feathers in their caps chasing dragons. I was a damsel in distress, and Richard the powerful came to my side. He whipped out his sword and killed the flame-throwing dragon.

The dragon crashed to the ground, with a thud, and then he carried me off to his castle. There were many knights around, and as he carried me into his castle, they shouted, "Hail to the Queen, and Hail to Sir Richard, the powerful."

From somewhere way off, I could hear a minstrel playing his instrument, the tune was light and fanciful. He sang a lay about the killing of the dragon. Sir Richard took my hand in marriage.

I was his lady and he became the King. He was cherished by all the people who lived around the village. He was the most honored king in the country. Soon King Richard took over the land, and spread his Kingdom to all the corners of the country.

After such a pleasant dream, I awoke and kissed Richard on the lips. He woke up and embraced me. He kissed me passionately on the lips and we started humping each other.

He pulled himself over on me, and he rubbed his crotch into my crotch. I could feel my juices begin to stir in my cunny. I wanted to have his cock in my cunny. I was aching for him. There was something ideal, something natural about making love in the country, under a tree, with a light breeze blowing.

I kissed him on the mouth, and slid my tongue into his mouth. He pulled on my tongue, and I felt the sensations surge through my body. I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to have his rod moving back and forth in my twat. I was ready for the fuck. I thought that he would be a better lover than usual, which was really something, since he was normally a very fine lover. My twat itched for him, and I kissed him on the mouth, and thrust my quim up to him. I rubbed my body against him.

I was aroused by what he was doing, and thought that he was really fine. I loved his giant prick. He kissed me on the mouth, and I offered him my twat in return. We rubbed our groins together, creating friction, that made us hot.

I wanted him, and I wanted his body, and whatever I wanted, I would get. There was no doubt to my mind, that whatever I wanted I could have.

I arched myself against him, and he answered my thrusts with thrusts of his own. My body was humming as he grazed my crotch with his prick. I could feel the member brushing against me, and I was very turned on.

I was ready to fuck the hell out of him, and I reached down and slipped my hand into his pants. I found his cock and I pulled on it.

As I pulled on his cock, he groaned with passion. I was having my affect on him.

"Oh, Frances, I want you so badly."

"And I want you." We humped some more, and then he rolled off of me, but I kept my hand on his peter. I pulled on it some more. He undid my blouse and my bra, and he put his mouth down on my breast. He nibbled my succulent flesh, and I whimpered as he did. He was making me very hot. I could feel my muff creaming as he licked my nipples. My nips were fully erect.

He pulled his shirt off, and rubbed his chest against mine. We rubbed our chests together a few more times. I could feel the flames of my cunt leaping up out of my body. I was very aroused, and ready for him.

He kissed me some more, his mouth coming down on my breasts. It was like he was trying to make a meal out of my boob. He worked the boob into his mouth. I could feel the heat of my body surging up as he worked his mouth over my big tit. He worked his mouth on it for several minutes.

His hand went down my body and to my cunt, he was slipping his hand into my pants. He found my cunt, and started fingering it. I was heaving and panting as he worked his hand down to my crotch.

I thought that he was really a fine man. He rubbed his fingers into my cunt. I was shaking as he worked his finger into my cunt hole. I could hardly take it, I was so hot. He worked his hand into me some more, and I loved the way that he was treating me. I thought that he was really something.

My pussy was pulsing as he kissed me on the tit, and pulled the flesh into his mouth. He munched my boob some more. I was very aroused by the way that he was eating my boob. I thought that I was going to expire from the agony, the sweet agony of arousal.

He worked his mouth on my tit some more. I helped him to undress me, and to undress himself. I looked down at his cock and was happy to see that it was fully erected. I touched it, pulled the loose skin up and down on the cock. My hands went to his balls and I fondled them too. He was so very hot, panting with lust. He wanted to fuck me, and I thought that I would gladly give into his desires.

He mouthed my tits some more. He pulled the flesh into his mouth. He kissed the sweet flesh of my tits. I was groaning as he did. I thought that he was really wonderful. We were both nude now, under the branches of the tree. He started kissing and licking my body some more.

He started at my mouth, and began to work down. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I panted as he did. He worked his tongue in and out of my mouth. I thrust up my butt as he mouthed my body. He kissed me on the tits, some more. He pulled the flesh into his mouth. His lips were clamped over each nipple and he had no problem pulling the tit into his mouth.

I was burning with passion. I let him do whatever he wanted to do to me. I thought that he was wonderful. He worked his tongue and lips down to my belly. He fingered my ribs, and the sensations that he gave me were almost too powerful. He fingered each rib, and he licked them as well. I was heaving my cunt up some more. I thought that he was really fine, as he kissed me, and worked his lips over my body.

I wanted him so badly. He fluttered his tongue into my navel, and I arched my body as his tongue came down on me. I thought that he was really something. He worked his tongue into my navel. I was feeling the passion surge through my body.

I was feeling the need for Richard's penis in my cunt. He worked his fingers over my ribs and then he slid his fingers under my ass. He kissed me on the face, and worked his fingers into my ass cheeks.

He kneaded the flesh, and I was very aroused as his fingers poked into my rump. I was soaring into the heat of sexual arousal. I thought that he was fantastic. He worked his fingers into my body, and I heaved myself up thrusting my cunt out.

His tongue came down on my navel, and then he licked his tongue further down. He paused with his tongue on the flesh just above my quim. He worked his tongue over it, and I was feeling my twat creaming and juicing.

I wanted to have him fuck me. I loved the feel of his tongue on my twat. He now brought his tongue down to my mound, and he licked around it. He worked his tongue around my quim, and I was very aroused by what he did to me. I needed to have him lick me to orgasm, but he flicked his tongue down further, and did not really stop at my pussy. He licked my loins some.

He fluttered his tongue against my loins, and I felt my cunny cream some more. The dew of my pussy, dripped, as he licked my loins.

Still, he did not stop, and he worked his tongue down to my legs. He fluttered his tongue against my knees. I arched my body as he licked me some more. He whirled his tongue against my knees.

His tongue went further down. He got his tongue down to my feet. He licked the arches of my feet, and he licked me some more. He licked the upper part of my foot, and then he worked his tongue down to my toes. He kissed each toe and then he started licking on my toes.

He sucked on my toes and I was feeling my twat creaming some more. I was very aroused, and I loved the way that he was working his tongue over my feet. Richard was giving me some more attention. He pulled the toes into his mouth, and I was feeling my body reach the heights of arousal.

He worked his tongue over each of the toes. He rubbed his lips against the toes. I was feeling myself getting very hot. I was more aroused than I had ever been.

I had the feeling of being very liquid. After all, sex is a very wet activity, and the wetness of our love-making was incredible.

He sucked on my toes, and I was arching and tensing my body. He worked his tongue over them a few more times, and then he started back up my body. He licked the upper part of my thigh and then he turned me oven He worked on the back part of my body. His tongue took long graceful dives down my legs. He whirred his tongue into the hollows of my knees and then he went to my ass. He slapped my ass once or twice, and the sharp stinging added to my already aroused state.

I was feeling my twat twitch some more as he put his mouth on my rump. Richard bit into my ass, and I thought that I was going to shoot my wad off. He worked his lips and teeth into my ass cheeks. He bit them, and sent me soaring to the heights of erotic passion.

He kissed my sore ass, a few more times, sore from his slapping, but yet, I was aroused, and then he worked his mouth down to my asshole. He spread my cheeks, and darted his tongue at my anus. The tongue worked around my asshole, and I thought that the pleasure was wonderful.

He darted his tongue into my anus. He sucked on my sphincters, and I was so very hot. I was pounding and pulsing as he worked his tongue into my dark crevice. I loved the sensations that he was giving me. He crammed his tongue into my asshole, and I was reaching for the climax.

As he worked his tongue into my anus again, I felt myself being thrown into the throes of passion and lust. I was feeling my body hurled into the vortex of pleasure. I was creaming and shooting off. I was trembling intensely as he licked me a few more times, and then he pulled his tongue off of me. He worked his tongue up my body some more. He licked my spine, and as he licked my spine, each bump on my backbone was flicked by his wet tongue. I was very turned on by the licking of my back.

He worked his tongue up to my neck and kissed me a few times, with his tongue shooting out and licking me. Then he sucked on my ear lobes, and finally he frenched my ears.

Each bit of affection that he had shown me, every moment he had made had filled me with passion. I found him to be a very good lay, on this sunny afternoon. I felt the urges for more sex. I wanted to be screwed.

After he finished licking me, he mounted my body, he slipped his cock into my cunt. I was begging for it, and he gave it to me. He slammed his cock into my quim. I was thrusting my cunt up as he fucked me faster.

I was very aroused by the way that his cock was working in and out of my muff. I thrust my cunt up some more, and I thought that he was wonderful.

We moved our bodies together in time. He brought his cock down into my quim, and I thrust myself up to him, and kissed him on the mouth as he pumped himself into me. His cock worked in and out of my quim. I was thrilled by each movement of his body, and I was feeling my body pulse as he did. I felt very hot, very aroused by the way that he. was fucking me.

We rolled onto the grass, the blades flicking against my flesh, which was somehow very pleasurable. I felt each blade of grass against my body, and I loved the way that Richard was fucking me.

He pounded his peter into my quim some more. I was feeling so very high, so intoxicated with love-making. He pushed himself into me some more. I was writhing and heaving as he did.

I could feel myself approaching the orgasm, and I knew that it would soon be over. I wanted to feel the intensity of the fuck some more. He slammed his thing into me, and I heaved my cunt up to him. He worked his pecker into my body, and I was heaving and puffing as he did.

We raced faster and faster, his cock working in and out of my pussy. I thrashed about as he fucked me some more. I loved each movement he made, as he fucked me. I was feeling myself pushed to the heights of the fuck.

Then he started to slow down, he was making his strokes more deliberate, more delicious. He moved slowly, fucking just the clit, as he had pulled his cock nearly all the way out of my body. I held my legs with my hands, spread far apart, and he fucked me with his rod.

He would make a few fast movements, with the head of his cock, and then he would slam his thing into me, then he would pull it out, and graze the head of his penis against my clit, giving me full pleasure.

I was writhing and groaning as he fucked me with his cock, and loving each moment that he was inside of me. He slammed his thing into me a few more times, and then he shot his wad off into my pussy.

"Shit, yes, yes, yes, I feel it, it is so good. Coming, I'm COMING!" His semen spewed into my quim, and my body seemed to suck it in. I was feeling myself hum as he worked his cock into me some more. I was very aroused by each of his movements.

I thought that he was great, and I let myself go, shooting my load. I was heaving and writhing as he pumped me "once more, and then we stopped.

The fuck was over, and we got up and went down to the pond. We jumped into the cold water, the water feeling so good and clean. We bathed our bodies in the wonderful water, and then we got out.

We fucked once more, took one more swim, and then headed back to our rented cottage. We were very blissful as we walked back to our home. The birds sang, and we drank in the fresh air of Middlesex. The air was light and wonderful, the trees were in full leaf.

We could hear the water bubbling as we passed a stream. Everything was so alive, so good, and it made one feel good to be alive. We kissed as we walked hand in hand. I was very happy, and Richard was very happy, and it was my desire for us to remain this way for the rest of our lives.

Of course, things didn't stay like that. Honeymoons are just holidays in life. In a matter of months, Richard and I were edging towards separation.

In a way it was my fault. Young men do something to me. And then, when my ambitions to go back to the stage reared up again, I began to ball anyone and everyone who had even the most tenuous connection with the theater. Richard wouldn't stand for that, and I can't blame him for that.

However, the time we did spend together was beautiful, and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I still like to look back on it, just to relish it for what it was: an oasis in the struggle for existence.

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My Sensuous Secretary ....(68k)    by Jill Davies





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