The longer the evening wore on, the more frustrated that the beautiful Nancy Sharp became.
The lithe, long-limbed young brunette with the captivating, mushroom-shaped blue eyes had not dated anyone since the painful breakup with her fianc', a prominent lawyer by the name of Ken Holt, which had left her both crushed and distraught.
Determined to make the most of her college education and get out on her own for the first time in her slightly better than twenty-two years of life, the stunning, blue-eyed woman began making the rounds of employment agencies in and around Los Angeles, hoping to secure a job that would prove both intellectually satisfying and monetarily rewarding.
In the one year following Nancy's graduation from college, she had held only one job, one that she regarded more as an embarrassment than a productive achievement. She had served as secretary to Ken Holt, a busy, young attorney whose courteous manner and aggressive, determined attitude had already brought him to the ranks of distinguished success. She had been quickly hired by Holt following a short interview. It soon became only too apparent to her that the suave young attorney was interested in her far beyond the realm of her secretarial duties. In fact, her secretarial duties often became secondary or non-existent while her personal responsibilities toward her boss increased noticeably.
The lovely long-limbed brunette was not a virgin when she met Ken, she had only had one brief affair with a young track star with whom she had become acquainted in college. Still she was exceedingly naive in sexual matters, particularly compared to other girls that she had known at school. It therefore bothered her when she was expected to travel with Ken on out-of-town assignments. During those quiet, tense moments when they would be flying thousands of miles above land in a jet plane, he would look over at her with great hunger, letting her know just how much he wanted her.
On one occasion he had become exceedingly blunt.
"I love you, I really do," he whispered.
"How can you know, Ken?" she had asked in a rattled tone. "We hardly know each other."
"You foolish dear," Ken smiled. "A person doesn't have to know somebody for very long to realize he's in love. It's an instinctual process, my dear."
"But instincts can lie."
"Not this particular instinct manifesting itself in this particular way," he shook his head. "No, it's the real thing. It's just that you're such a hard little cookie to get to know."
"My mother always told me to be wary of aggressive men," she said, trying her turn at humor.
"I'm aggressive, but in all the right ways," he smiled. "I can be a pretty persuasive guy, honey. You're gonna realize just how good a thing we can have if you just play your cards right."
She turned her head away and concentrated on the magazine article she had been reading, hoping that Ken Holt would not shake her up with any more revealing comments. She could still remember how savagely her heart had palpitated as she sat there stiffly in her seat aboard the whirring jet. She could not let him come on that strong and that fast, even if he was handsome, successful, and very much attracted to her.
In addition to what happened on out-of-town business meetings to which she accompanied her boss, Nancy became downright uncomfortable over gossip that was said around the office as well. Often when she would sit behind her desk with little or nothing to do, some of the other girls in the office, who were forced to work considerably harder than she, would flash looks of disgust. This occurred most frequently with the less attractive girls, who were convinced that male chauvinism was triumphing again with the young brunette reaping the benefits, being permitted to take it easy by her smitten boss while they were forced to sweat and struggle to earn their pay checks at the end of each week.
Nancy began traveling with Ken Holt on a number of business excursions, the viciousness of the office gossip concerning her, understandably increased. What bothered Nancy the most was that none of what appeared to be happening was as it seemed. She still remained very much the old-fashioned type of girl that she had been before she met Ken, a character trait that caused him to consider her a tremendous challenge, far more so than most of the young women whom were inclined to pursue him. Even though she got to know him better, Nancy would occasionally give in and allow the handsome Ken Holt to take certain sexual liberties with her. She made certain that the sex took place at infrequent intervals, and never while she was traveling with him on company business. Ken was unable to attain any success with her in the sexual realm until he actually proposed marriage, at which point she loosened her rigidity ever so slightly.
As she lay there in the tense quiet of her apartment, Nancy thought back to that unforgettable trip she had taken with Ken to New York just a few weeks after he had slipped the engagement ring on her finger, when they arrived in the Big Apple, they checked into separate rooms at the hotel, as was always the custom. As the lovely brunette finished unpacking her luggage she had stretched out on her bed to take a quick nap. She was interrupted in her pursuit of sleep by a loud, insistent knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she yawned impatiently.
"It's me. Ken."
"What do you want?"
"I'd like to come in."
"Just a second."
Nancy quickly threw a robe over herself, unlocking the door and letting her handsome fiance in. She caught a quick whiff of the heavy stench of bourbon on his breath, which told her that he had been doing a little drinking at the hotel bar downstairs while she had been resting, a state of affairs which no doubt enhanced Ken's boldness.
Ken Holt's anxious, quivering hands reached out and made a sharp grab for his beautiful woman's fiance. His arms locked firmly and decisively around her waist as his searching lips pushed forward, landing with solid impact against hers, probing resolutely.
She felt his hot, panting breath heavy against hers as she struggled to release her lips from his. Ken reached out and tugged sharply with his fingers, holding her struggling body in place and preventing her from releasing her lips from his. When a release was made, it was done by Ken, who removed his lips from hers. He reached out and made a quick grab toward Nancy's robe. He was quickly thwarted as Nancy skillfully sidestepped him, executing the deft footwork of a main-event fighter.
"What the hell's the matter?" a perplexed, angry Ken holt asked, his face reddening and his brow furrowing with obvious disgust. "I told you before, Ken, and I hope I don't have to tell you again, she replied in a shrill tone, overwrought with tension. "I'm not a piece of furniture."
"Ah, what the hell," he exclaimed disgustedly, throwing his hands into the air. "Are you gonna go into that again? Hell, you're engaged to me."
"That doesn't mean you've got a license to do anything you want."
"Hell, it's not like you've never done anything with me before. Why this Miss Goody-Two-Shoes act just because we're in a hotel room instead of my place?"
"It's just different, that's all," she shook her head. "We're not married yet, Ken. To go too far with you and start taking liberties in strange places isn't the way that I think we should behave. That's for married couples. I'm sorry but it's a principle with me. As I've told you many times, I'm not your typical run-of-the-mill girl. When you just burst into my room and take me by surprise like this. Well, I guess that it seems like we're shacked up or something."
Ken eyed her alertly, shaking his head with disgust, then mulling silently for several moments over his fianc''s words. He finally sighed, turned on his heels in disgust, and walked with an air of defeat toward the door.
"I'll pick you up for dinner in an hour," he snapped.
The movement that the door closed behind Ken, Nancy threw herself down on her bed and began to sob. She wondered if she had done the right thing. It was one thing to be strict, but, after all, Ken Holt was anything but a stranger by that point in time. As a matter of fact, she was then scheduled to marry him.
As she lay there in the privacy of her bedroom, Nancy thought about how much she hated it whenever Ken would place her in such an embarrassing position. Either she would have to stand up for what she believed in and reject him, or accept his hungry advances and be convinced in her own mind that she was considerably less virtuous than she ought to be.
The crying episodes and tense frustrations increased significantly as Nancy's relationship with an ever-demanding Ken Holt gradually disintegrated. It came as scarcely a surprise to the shrewd lawyer by the time that Nancy actually got around to removing the engagement ring he had given her from her finger and handing it back to him. It was no more than a formality, an inevitable formality at that, when Nancy also quit her job as Ken's secretary.
After the engagement break-up with Ken, Nancy Sharp fell into a state of despondent limpness for several long weeks. She finally decided that the thing she needed to pick herself up from the doldrums in which she was immersed was obtaining an interesting job and embarking on a new life apart from Ken, who had been such a dominating influence during the year that she had known him.
At one employment agency that Nancy visited in quest of work, one that was situated in the heart of downtown Los Angeles, she became acquainted with a thin, soft-spoken man named Cal, whose thick, horn-rimmed spectacles gave him the appearance of a college professor. After sending her out on various job leads for three days, he leaned over his desk and softly posed a personal question to her late one afternoon.
"I know it's tough going out on all these interviews and trying to make a fresh start," he began sympathetically. "Listen, you're really uptight and I can see it. I'm sympathetic. I like to think of myself as your friend. Can you think of me as the same?"
"Yes, you've been very nice to me."
"Fine. How about letting me take you to dinner tonight?"
After the invitation had been extended, she felt a certain tugging tension in her stomach. Nancy wondered if Cal was like so many of the other men that she had known. He seemed considerably different, and as he sat there before her, staring into her eyes. She felt that she could not say no to anyone who had demonstrated such past kindness toward her.
"Yes, I suppose that would be all right."
He looked at her with those familiar boyish eyes framed by the heavy rims of his glasses. Even though Nancy felt no romantic inclination whatsoever toward the kindly employment counselor, she did feel a certain measure of comfort around him and decided that it would probably relax her if she did take him up on his offer.
The evening soon became one of frustration for the beautiful and relatively innocent brunette as Cal quickly abandoned his demeanor, shunning his polite reserve and replacing it with a daring aggressiveness. Three pre-dinner vodka gimlets were all that it took to wipe a reserved look of dignity from Cal's face, replacing it with a red-eyed expression of hell fire desire. His eyes would mushroom with lust as he concentrated lengthily on the firm, creamy mounds of voluptuous breast flesh which were clearly observable against the outline of Nancy's bright blue dress.
Several times while they were consuming the main course of the dinner, the suddenly daring employment counselor allowed his long, thin left leg to extend forward and brush boldly against Nancy's thigh, causing her whole body to tense with fear and revulsion.
"Excuse me," he had said following every one of those occasions, but it was obvious from the mischievous twinkle in his eyes that his movements were completely intentional.
When it came time to order dessert, a tortured Nancy decided to make a quick move to terminate a frustrating, nervous evening.
"If you don't mind, Cal, I'd just as soon skip dessert," she told him. "I've got a headache and I'd like to get home."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Cal quickly replied, flashing her a look of sympathy. "Sure, I'll get the check right away."
During the drive in Cal's white Mustang back to Nancy's apartment he said very little, for which Nancy was thankful. She kept hoping that her subtle strategy of feigning a headache had gotten the point across to him tactfully yet firmly that she was not interested in him from a romantic standpoint.
Nancy did not object when Cal asked to escort her from the darkened shadows of the poorly lit street to her apartment, but what transpired afterwards unnerved her tremendously.
"How about inviting me inside for a nightcap?" Cal looked squarely into her eyes and grinned impishly as he inquired boldly.
"I'm sorry, Cal, but it's been a long day and I'm very tired," she handled the matter as tactfully as she could. "But thank you very much for the dinner. I appreciate your sympathy."
"Hey, you're trying to give me the brush-off," Cal snapped angrily, his eyes narrowing with mounting anger.
"I'm very sorry, Cal, and I'm not trying to give you the brush-off or be rude. I'm just very tired and have a headache. Good-night."
As the lovely blonde quickly tried to close the door, the irate Cal placed a foot inside it in the manner of a clever door-to-door salesman.
"That's showing a hell of a lot of gratitude for all I've done for you, you little bitch," he shrieked. "I've been working so damned hard to try and land you a job. This is a hell of a way to act."
"Please, Cal, it's very late and the neighbors will hear you."
"Screw the neighbors," he blurted loudly. "I'm in love with you and that's all that counts. Now let me inside."
The persistent job counselor made a quick but clumsy move toward Nancy, stumbling slightly as he pushed his body forward and sought to smother her in his arms. Nancy's heart pounded fearfully as she reached out and shoved Cal, causing him to lose his balance momentarily as he stumbled backwards.
"Why you..." his face became flushed with anger.
"Either you leave this instant or I'll call security," she warned, "and if there's one thing this apartment complex has, it's an excellent security force."
Suddenly the gravity of the situation began to dawn on Cal, despite the number of drinks that he had consumed. His body quickly stiffened as he took several timid steps backward.
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving," he told her in a hushed tone. "You don't have to get excited about it. But don't expect me to do you any favors either."
Nancy's heart still pulsated as she quickly closed her front door, padlocking it shut as she always did when she retired for the evening.
Yes, Cal was a nice safe guy, she thought. The hell he was. He was an animal, like so many of them. The kind of man who pantingly seeks to undress a girl, take every liberty, then ask questions later. She couldn't help but think of Cal as a less suave and considerably less handsome version of her ex-fiance Ken Holt. He was a man who was both all smiles and all hands. In the final analysis they were both men beset by naked animal lust and dominated by those persevering instincts.
Nancy was growing increasingly disgusted with the scores of men she was constantly encountering who were always seeking to put the make on her. As she entered her bedroom and began to slowly remove her dress, she noticed that her hands were still trembling. She silently cursed Cal for putting her in such a fearful state.
All these terrible memories and emotions were flowing through her as she lay there on her bed. She sobbed for several moments, then dried her eyes.
The more she thought about her seemingly never-ending job quest, the clearer it became to her that she had lost numerous job opportunities during the past few weeks. Her reason for losing so many was her insistence upon being treated as a woman and not as a sex object. When her perspective male employers would focus their alert eyes on her firm, jutting breasts, which flowed protrudingly over the top of her dresses, then cast their interested stares downward toward her sleek, long, exquisitely tapered and leanly sensuous ankles, she knew what was ultimately expected of her.
Perhaps they would ask a few questions about her typing speed or how quickly and proficiently she could take dictation, but she regarded such questions as no more than subterfuge. In the final analysis what they were looking for was somebody to get close to and relate to physically. She had been through one embarrassing professional-personal relationship with Ken Holt and was not eager to get involved with another. She could never forget the way that her less attractive and pensively irate female co-workers would stare daggers at her every time that she walked by. Out of the corner of her eye she would observe the conversations that developed as soon as she passed out of sight. Occasionally she could even pick up a few words.
They always involved the favors she was putting out for him. She wanted to scream out at the top of her lungs, telling them that they were liars and that virtually everything they were thinking was untrue, but what could she really say? What good what it do? They would believe what they chose to and, considering outward appearances, she recognized she could hardly blame them.
Some of her prospective employers had offered her jobs outright. Others had clearly left the impression that the job could be hers if she wanted. But whenever Nancy had even an inkling that they wanted access to her body, she would immediately withdraw, job opportunity or not.
As she eased her trembling seductive body downward into the bed and finished sliding off her blue dress, Nancy told herself that she would continue assuming the same attitude.
If men could not conduct themselves as gentlemen as far as her dealings with them were concerned, then she wanted no part of them, even where a good-paying job was at stake.
CHAPTER TWO
As Nancy lay stretched out in the middle of her bed in the still, lonely silence of late evening, she observed her semi-naked form in the large mirror which was situated across from her bed.
It took no less than a fleeting glance for Nancy to determine just why men hungered after her so unrelentingly and fervently. Her eyes first traveled to her face with her peachy smooth, creamy white complexion, accented by her mushroom-like eyes, which had unwittingly hypnotized so many thoroughly dazzled males. Her enriching red lips contained just the bewitching degree of thick sensuality to make a hungry man wonder what it would be like for her to pucker them determinedly and let them press with a seething erotic glow as they pulsated with pounding precision against his own quivering, thoroughly devastated lips. Her shimmering strands of radiant brown hair hung almost to her shoulders, making many a hungry, leering male long for just one touch, one opportunity to drive his fiery, charging fingers against the silky softness of her beautiful hair.
Her eyes then carefully appraised the rest of her, making it ever more obvious as to why hungry males were forever on the prowl for her, setting their traps with the same degree of cunning deadliness as a shrewd hunter zeroing in on his prey.
As they lay sprawled out on her back, her nubile milky white form was now confined only by a pair of filmy white lace bikini panties and matching bra. She couldn't help but take swelling pride in her exquisitely perfect shapeliness.
She recognized as she thought about it that there was certainly nothing to be ashamed about if she had a beautiful body and face. The thing that she intensely hated was the level of disrespect and animal lust that would generate within these men who were seeking to take every sexual liberty with her. As she thought once more about Cal, her fists clenched momentarily in rapidly accelerating rage. She could not help but think of Cal as anymore than a leering, panting animal.
Her pulse began to quickly rise as she thought back to what had happened earlier that night, culminating in her determined threat to call for security protection if he did not cease and desist his aggressive efforts.
Finally Nancy began telling herself to hang loose and forget about Cal. She told herself to instead concentrate on the moment at hand, more specifically her own watchful vigilance over her own sleekly sensuous body in the privacy of her bedroom.
Nancy's suddenly trembling fingers reached out behind her body as she sought to free herself from the confining material of her bra, enabling her firm white globes of hypnotic breast flesh to fall free and expose themselves unabashedly in the dimly lit bedroom.
While her quivering fingers fumbled for several tense seconds against the bra straps, Nancy's heart began to pound relentlessly once more, but this time not for the same reason as earlier. The frustrations she had encountered in her dealings with Cal were for the moment forgotten so that Nancy could once more fantasize as she was doing with increasing regularity in the past few days. The fantasy interludes related to the old days, which seemed like an eternity ago, but which were actually fairly recent. In short, the period in which she was involved with Ken. She had to laugh humorously to herself when she recognized that this period of her life ended barely a month ago.
But yet, looking from another standpoint, it seemed to encompass an eternity. With one quick, flicking movement of her fingers, Nancy's silky white brassiere tumbled with a rapid downward leap to the floor. She began to studiously appraise her sturdy, eye-popping white melons that had driven Ken and others like him into a state of unrelenting sexual frenzy so many times. There they were, jutting forward with unmistakable firmness, accented by her distended strawberry ripe nipples which cascaded out of her creamy white breast flesh in a spontaneous erotic symphony which had never failed to cause Ken's breath to suddenly shorten as he pursued her with ever accelerating sexual zeal.
She propped her rigid ivory lovelies upward promptly as her sleek white fleshy body continued to lie stretched out languorously on the bed, looking for all intents and purpose like a recoiling, dazzling, restless sexual animal waiting to spring into the proper direction at the appropriate moment.
As Nancy examined the shapely contours of her firm alabaster tits she couldn't suppress the smile that suddenly surfaced on her lips as she jiggled them slightly from side to side. That was what Ken had pantingly begged for time and again in the preliminary stages of sex, just before he lashed his aroused, recoiling body forward and prepared to thoroughly ravage and dominate every inch of her temperamental but always, ultimately tempestuous being.
Her shapely alabaster melons danced dazzlingly and unrestrainedly for several uninterrupted moments before she brought her cascading upper body movements to to a swift halt.
Nancy's darting eyes danced downward to her milky soft yet always firmly curvaceous, creamy legs. She thought of the many times that she had entwined them around the sweaty naked body of a panting Ken Holt, who would loudly announce just how much he needed her.
Instinctively the lower half of Nancy's beautifully proportioned body started to rotate with rhythmic precision in the same manner in which she had freed her jutting, firm boobs for the same kind of uninhibited exercise only a few brief moments earlier.
At first, she examined her slowly parting, perfectly tapered, smooth, velvety ivory thighs. While her body kept dancing from side to side, her eyes then focused on another part of her symmetrically perfect anatomy which had jolted Ken and scores of other leering males to an instant state of pure, uninhibited animal savagery. She stared at her shapely, firm ass cheeks, two perfectly proportioned, marshmallow-textured globes, separated from freedom only by the wafer-thin filmy strands of her silky white panties. Each time that she wiggled her protruding buttocks she remembered the numerous occasions when Ken had reached out and taken charge of things with his swiftly dexterous, powerful fingers as he grabbed hold tightly at her firm, silky, ever-trembling, creamy buttocks.
As Nancy's electrified body began to dart with greater desire and sensual awareness than before, her alert eyes observed the soil stains on her filmy panties and the tiny telltale droplets of cuntal wetness which has seeped ever so slowly from her panties and down her dampening left leg. Just one look at the moist tributary imprinted on her leg made her realize more than ever just how stirred up she was and how necessary it was to remove her panties immediately, freeing herself from the last vestige of confining influence separating her from complete thrilling and exhilarating nakedness.
Was she going stark raving mad? she asked herself for the umpteenth time in recent days. She would bet this thing, this compulsion, this overpowering desire.
CHAPTER THREE
The more aching that Nancy's relentless desires became, the more ungovernable her instincts grew and the less comprehensible the whole process became to her.
The compulsion that would seize her was to tear every stitch of clothing from her body and think about her handsome former fiance. On those occasions when she was not thinking of her erotically, she was denouncing him a thousand times over in her mind for being so crude and selfish, for putting his sexual urges on a much higher plain than his overall concern for her as a woman.
She kept thinking of how many times she demanded him to respect her first, last and always as a woman, and that anything short of that kind of treatment would involve something vile, rotten and dirty, something to be shunned, at least by somebody who was well bred and old fashioned, a girl like herself.
Yet here she was, going through the same increasingly familiar process once again. She hungered for her ex-fianc', and for every lust-crazy part of him. Little had she realized up until the time that their break had become final and permanent just how badly she apparently needed something in the form of physical release. Her steaming womanhood surfaced more boldly than ever in the absence of Ken than it ever had in his presence. After he had gone he became that much more sought after as a sexual commodity.
Her body stiffened and the simmering urges within her intensified as the lovely woman's fingers boldly moved down toward her pubic mound. Her quivering fingers grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of her lace panties with one sweepingly dramatic movement.
The voluptuous brunette let out a soft whimper as she quickly tugged at her skimpy panties. After the whimper faded out the only sound that she could hear in the otherwise stillness of late evening was that of her silky panties sliding slowly but surely down her alabaster, trim, smooth legs, which trembled with rising desire as her eyes focused on the initial appearance of her naked cunt, now free of the confining panties which had previously constrained it from attaining the unbounded freedom it now enjoyed.
Nancy examined every soft, silky shimmering strand of pubic hair in her seethingly moist pussy. Her wetly matted pubic hairs possessed the same glowing blond texture as the hair on her head, and after focusing on her pussy hairs for several long, intense seconds, her eyes continued to travel as she took a long, steady glimpse at the receptacle of pink glowing vaginal softness that never failed to keep the handsome Ken Holt in a steadily panting state of unflinching desire.
"Ohhh, I'm wet, so dripping wet, so wet," Nancy heaved a loud gasp after taking a long look at her fleecy wet pubic curls and the drippingly soft, inviting pink slit which resided just beneath them.
Overcome with naked lust, consumed with an overwhelming desire to please herself in this moment of intimate lustful privacy, Nancy's heart raced like a trip hammer as she reached down and let her erotically supercharged fingers slide smoothly against her gooey, viscous pussy juices, which covered her silky wet pubic hairs with sprinkled dampness.
"Oh, I'm on fire, on fire, on fire," she gulped seethingly. "I'm on fire and it feels so good."
The naked fires which seethed within the sweltering wet pinkness of her enchanted pussy rose to an ever-higher crescendo as the beautiful blonde extended her nakedly splayed legs, parting them with wicked animal desire, no longer caring about the low opinion she might otherwise hold of herself for letting herself go in such a wanton fashion.
The only thing that mattered to Nancy at that tense, swirling moment was satisfying her own burning sensuality, and she extended her sweltering, perspiration-laden legs a little more, her carnally inspired fingers wickedly slithering their way inside her gaping, drippingly wet pussy as she began to tickle her clitoris.
Nancy's trim, perfectly proportioned body jack-knifed back and forth in an ever-swelling crescendo of unimpeded lust as she whimpered and gasped, toying with her sensitive clitoris for several more sensuous finger strokes. She swiftly moved the swirling finger activity onward to the fiery crevices of her fleshy, hair-fringed fissure, which moved inevitably to the piercing moment when the juices would flow in a torrential downpour of naked passionate arousal from her sensuous slit and against her already dampened fingers.
"Oh, Ken, oh, Ken, ohhh, Ken, I need you," she cried out, closing her eyes momentarily as her flailing hips danced in a whirlpool of passionate frenzy while she moved closer to the moment as which the searing geyser of cuntal nectar would splash from her explosive cunt.
Nancy braced herself, her firm creamy legs dancing with uninhibited desire as the juices prepared to flow. After a series of wild moans in which her wiggling ass cheeks ground stirringly, the thundering droplets of seething female nectar shot like a bolt of lightning from her inflamed pussy, splashing frenziedly into her hand, then spilling their lewd liquid contents onto her legs and against the bed.
As her panting, lustful body began to squirm and Nancy's restless white ass cheeks continued their constant shifting, she reached down once again with her trembling right hand, now slickened heavily with moisture from the eruption of her wildly flowing pussy juices.
This time, as her surging alabaster hips moved quicker than ever and her searing creamy naked thighs parted some more, Nancy closed her eyes and began fantasizing about Ken in move vividly enriching terms than ever.
Graphic details of past encounters of the sexual kind began to surface in her swirling mind as she enjoyed each and every finger stab directed into her moist, invigorated, silky pink slit more than ever. As her squishy fingers kept on implanting sharply and deeply into her soggy, sizzling cunt, she conjured up images of Ken, cheeks reddened with naked lust, preparing to drive his surging, rock-hard prick toward her ever-willing, ever-wiggling pink pussy, which felt ready to gush from even the mildest form of contact with his slashing, unimpeded cock.
"I want you and I'm gonna have you," she recalled him calling out with steadfast determination so many times.
His tense, invigorated body pushed resolutely ward in snake-like earnestness as Ken resolutely wed his stout, steaming, probing male member vigorously between her swelling, nakedly splayed legs and toward her moist, itchy cuntal walls, which breathed their own sweltering fires of relentless desire.
Nancy's firm, glowing white ass cheeks raised upward in readiness for the impending attack by Ken's stiff, swollen male member.
She observed his body tightening some more. Her flouncing, trim white buttocks started to wiggle with greater rapidity and desire than befor as the beautiful Nancy got ready to receive his surging manhood up between her creamy white legs and into the forbidden pink portals of her already dewy, moist cuntal petals, which were egging for an orgasm, touched off by the sensuous inner tornado that she felt tugging incessantly at her hot clitoris.
As Nancy braced herself again, she watched a her erect lover reached swiftly downward toward his fiery crotch. She observed the swelling desire evidenced in his rising hairy scrotum, these permitted her eyes to shift quickly to his mammoth, blood engorged spear, which she knew was perfectly capable of overwhelming her with it brisk, stampeding, carefully controlled yet ultimately surging brutality that would alternately pain and please her as it launched into tempestuous sea of hellish phallic fury and unencumbered determination.
Ken urgently stroked the full length of his lust-bloated, blue-veined penis as he unswervingly fixed his widening eyes toward her gaping naked cunt, which throbbingly anticipated the first thrilling, jolting stabs that he would send her way Nancy thrust her wiggling body forward to meet Ken's first piercing movements after he briskly brought his smooth, masturbatory efforts to a grinding halt.
Ken rocked his hips with wild desire, letting his stirring blue-veined phallus drive with all its swelling fury into the inner tightness of her wetly accommodating pussy walls, which tightened ever dramatically in accompanying every pumping, lusty inch of his searing manhood as it shoved emphatically inside her.
I He liked the way that Nancy lasciviously twisted her scorching legs around his body, wiggling her perfectly rounded buttocks suggestively as she responded to every superb, well-timed drilling movement that he asserted with his blistering, incessantly driving, forceful phallic tool.
With every rocking effort that Ken's churning body made as the bruising contact continued, the quicker that his lover in turn would grind her hips and buttocks in perfect symmetry as the erotic symphony continued unabated.
Her increasingly scorching pussy walls tightened in response to the stiffly penetrating movements j that his forceful, thundering prick made into the moist inner depths of her womanly womb, and Nancy would periodically grimace in reaction to the driving attack that she continued to receive, one that would steadily build until the scalding droplets of thick white penis juice would spurt emphatically from Ken's swollen balls and splash resolutely from the sensitive tip of his sturdy prick and into her fiery, twisting cunt.
Yes, she recalled the pain so vividly, but yet there was something so invigorating about it that made the beautiful Nancy feel like her entire body was being cleansed, being thoroughly purged of everything but naked lust and raw, wanton sensuality. As he kept tearing away at her ravaged pussy lining, the act of forbidden wanton lust was assuming a unique beauty all its own, an undeniable beauty that her writhing, twisting, sweaty form would never deny or forget.
While Nancy kept thinking about the driving, rock-hard, resolutely determined prick that was slashing speedily into her searing cunt, her fingers continued to push and slash inside the wet, squishy confines of her lusty, naked mound.
She closed her eyes once more and heaved a prolonged sigh as her sturdy ass cheeks wiggled vigorously while the warm, wet droplets of her womanly fluid bolted in a flash from her wildly invigorated nest and into her hand.
As the burning, dripping droplets of squishy pussy goo kept on spurting down Nancy's legs her aroused body jerked quicker than ever as she imagined her lover driving his fleshy naked pole into the innermost depths of her captivated cunt as the thick, voluminous droplets of his splashing white sperm sprayed profusely from his emblazoned, tumid shaft and into her squirming cunt, which thereupon ignited the fires of its own in the form of a blistering, devastating orgasm.
Nancy's heart continued to pound and throb as she finally withdrew her thoroughly wet fingers from her mushy pink nest, which had sprayed a generous deposit of pussy juices.
Now that it was all over Nancy began to silently rebuke herself for acting like such a fool. She recalled how many times lately she had followed this same procedure. First she would get extremely agitated and excited in the privacy of her own silent bedroom, after which, when all was said and done and she had finished fingering herself to a grand climax, she would then rebuke herself for behaving in such a shamefully disgusting fashion. After going through an unpleasant ordeal with a man who had attempted to take cheap advantage of her earlier in the evening, it made her even more ashamed of herself for abruptly proceeding into her bedroom and fantasizing about her former fianc'.
Just how could she had acted so foolishly? she asked herself silently. She pondered what had brought her to such depths of passion in the first place. The one over-riding fact that she needed to constantly implant into her mind was that she was her own person and did not need anyone, most assuredly someone that she had broken off all contact with.
The one thing that she kept telling herself she had to achieve was complete independence wherein Nancy would not have to feel reliant upon anyone, certainly not disgusting men like Ken and, more recently, the revolting Cal.
When she had moved away from her family and the confining influences of the small Ohio town where she had been born and raised, a move she made immediately following her graduation from college, it had been with the solemn intent of achieving something on her own. Somebody like Ken, or for that matter the disgusting Cal, were interested only in thy exquisite configurations of her stunning female form and the radiant sensuality and imposing beauty of her face. They did not care one iota, she concluded, about the total entity of her womanhood.
Slowly the woman eased her body up from the bed. She flicked off the bedroom light, following which she stretched out once more in the bed, eager to obtain at least a few hours of badly needed sleep before resuming her pursuit of landing a job.
Just as Nancy was beginning to drift off to sleep, she told herself that she was going to find that job that had been alluding her, a job in which she would be allowed to prove her worth as a worker, and she had never been more determined to make the grade than she was at that moment.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning Nancy awakened early and took a long, comforting shower.
As she stood under the warm water, allowing it to circulate over her naked body, she thought back to all that had transpired the night before. She dreaded her terrible experience with Cal even more in the sobering light of morning than she had the preceding evening, as it was occurring. The thing that bothered her was that she had been spending a good deal of time on going out on job referrals made available through the particular agency with which Cal was associated. Many of the opportunities had been extended through Cal directly, and now, here she was, confronted with a highly embarrassing situation. Just how could she possibly face him again?
In addition there had been inexplicable behavior the preceding evening that she so bizarrely engaged in in the privacy of her bedroom, Nancy silently reprimanded herself once more for what she viewed as absurd, nonsensical conduct, then vowed that she would make the day she was about to face a successful one.
It was not until she finished a quick breakfast of sweet rolls and coffee and had climbed behind the wheel of her red Chevette that it dawned on her that perhaps she could have handled the situation with Cal a little more tactfully. The more she thought about it, the greater the degree of nervous apprehension that took hold of her body as she nimbly maneuvered her automobile onto a crowded freeway headed toward the downtown section of the city. A dense, thick blanket of smog was already hanging ominously against an otherwise blue sky. All the while the tension kept cutting through Nancy's stomach like a knife. Time and again the beautiful blonde observed the look of combined frustration and hatred that loomed on Cal's face as he was rejected by her.
She silently upbraided herself for being so stupid as not to see things completely through. Nancy nimbly moved her spry little red vehicle toward the center lane of the freeway. Here she was heading for the same employment office where Cal worked.
In the past he had extended every effort in trying to secure her a job. But now, after having been clearly rebuffed by her the preceding evening, she was afraid that he could have easily revenge on his mind.
For several fleeting moments a tense, apprehensive Nancy contemplated driving off the crowded freeway and forgetting what she felt might easily be a frustrating waste of time, driving into the center of the congested, smog-glutted city onto to face a stern rebuff from Cal as repayment for what she had done to him the evening before.
Nancy finally decided to see things through, concluding that she would not run away from a prospective struggle in which she felt that she was clearly in the right. Even though she could perhaps have been a little more tactful in rebuffing Cal, it was none the less his fault that he had come on so strong and had put her in such an embarrassing position. She had been overridden by fear and, as a result, had acted in a strong, forthright manner that left no room for doubt as to where she stood.
It was almost one hour from the time that Nancy had entered the crowded freeway that she arrived in the parking lot next to the employment office where Cal worked. Her knees felt a tremendous heaviness as she took a deep breath, then opened the door and entered the office.
She was stoutly determined to carry out her strategy successfully. Nancy intended to walk straight past the incorrigible Cal's desk, ignoring him completely, going instead to the other person in the office who had provided her with kindly assistance, a gentle, white-haired widow by the name of Mrs. Carson.
After catching a quick glimpse of Cal pouring diligently over some papers on his desk, Nancy quickened her pace as she strolled quickly past him, observing him carefully out of the corner of her eye. She saw him lift his eyes sheepishly as she strode past his desk, seeking to project as much confidence in her manner as she could, considerably more than she actually felt. His eyes then dropped back quickly to the sheaf of papers cluttered on his desk. The nervousness suddenly lifted within her and she could not help but feel that she had scored a victory of sorts over Cal, who did not even want to look her way.
Mrs. Carson smiled brightly as she observed the lovely young brunette approach her desk.
"Good morning, Nancy," she smiled enthusiastically. "Please sit down."
"Good morning, Mrs. Carson."
Nancy returned the kindly widow's smile as she slid her body slowly into a chair across from Mrs. Carson's desk.
"I have some delightful news for you," Mrs. Carson began.
"That's good. I can always use some of that."
"I noticed that you took a few accounting and business administration courses in college."
"Yes, that's right." "Have you ever had any professional experience in the bookkeeping area, my dear?"
"As a matter of fact I have. One summer when I was in college I had a bookkeeping job and did some accounting in an office."
"Excellent. That's very good," Mrs. Carson nodded.
"What's up?" Nancy asked anxiously.
"I spoke to a man late yesterday afternoon. A very nice, accommodating young man. He just came out here from the East. New York. He's starting an accounting firm. It's a very successful one and certainly not a ground-floor operation. You see, he had a very successful enterprise in New York, and now he wants to build it up even more out here."
"It sounds terribly exciting," Nancy smiled happily. "If there's anything I like, it's the challenge of starting at a new enterprise."
"Yes. You've got an opportunity to grow with the company. He said that what he's looking for is somebody who can fulfill a number of responsibilities. Operate in a quasi-public relations capacity. Somebody who can also do bookkeeping and handle secretarial work. He said that it would be a challenge for the right young lady. I immediately thought about you and took the liberty to tell him quite a bit about your background. He sounded very interested."
"That's swell. What's this man's name?"
"His name is Mario Pasateri. He has a suite on Wilshire Boulevard in Beverly Hills. " "A prestigious location, no less," Nancy said optimistically.
"Yes, you definitely have to say that."
An exuberant feeling overcame Nancy just thinking about the challenging new position. Even though she had anything but a wealth of experience in the area in which the job opening had surfaced, she always considered herself to be a quick learner. In addition, unlike so many of her female friends, she had a definite aptitude for business-related activities.
"There's just one drawback I can think of," Nancy frowned.
"What's that, my dear?"
"My age and experience level. Do you suppose either one would disqualify me from consideration?"
"I've already discussed that with Mr. Pasateri. You see, he is in his early thirties himself, and is quite a whiz. He isn't about to discriminate against a young woman just because she isn't quite twenty-three years old yet."
"It sounds wonderful."
"I also told him something else that definitely ought to help." "What's that?"
"I told Mr. Pasateri that you possess a great deal of maturity beyond your actual years. That impressed him a good deal. At any rate, Mr. Pasateri would like to see you this morning in his office. Are you available?"
"You bet I am."
"Very good. Then I'll call him up and arrange an appointment."
While an apprehensive Nancy waited pensively, the kindly, white-haired Mrs. Carson picked up her telephone and placed a call to Mario Pasateri's office.
"Good morning, is Mr. Pasateri in?" For several moments Mrs. Carson said nothing, listening to a man's voice on the other end of the line.
"I see. You expect him within the hour? All right, yes, you can give him a message. Tell him Mrs. Carson called from the employment agency and that I'll be phoning him again in another hour. Thank you very much."
Mrs. Carson hung up the telephone, then eased her slender body upward from her black leather chair.
"How about us going next door and having some coffee," Mrs. Carson smiled. "I didn't have time to get even a bite to eat before I left. I didn't get any Coffee either."
"Well, I had breakfast before I left home, but I'll have a cup of coffee with you."
"Why don't you join me for a Danish roll, too?" They have delicious pastry."
"I'm trying to watch my weight," Nancy smiled as they walked toward the door. "I had some sweet rolls this morning and I try to limit myself."
"You don't have a thing to worry about, my dear. Frankly, I don't think you have anything to worry about as far as the job offer is concerned either. I have a hunch that Mr. Pasateri is looking for somebody just like you. He seemed so successful. Just the kind of man who's destined to go places. Right away I thought about you for the job. You know how it is. In addition to thinking about qualifications, there's a personality factor involved as well. Don't you agree?" "I certainly do."
"I mean, there are certain vibrations that people get about other individuals. Certain vibrations will click and others won't."
"Yes, I understand exactly what you mean."
They walked into the small coffee shop next door. Nancy agreed to have a Danish roll with Mrs. Carson. The enthusiasm of the white-haired widow was rubbing off on Nancy, who was also beginning to believe that maybe this was the very break for which she had been waiting. If it turned out to be half as good a situation as Mrs. Carson related, she then would look upon all of the frustration of the past month as completely justifiable.
Following coffee and conversation with Mrs. Carson, the two women returned back to the office. As Nancy entered the office, she observed Cal walking past her. He made certain to beat a steady retreat to another part of the room, obviously seeking to avoid any kind of confrontation with her following the embarrassment of the evening before.
This time Mrs. Carson was able to get through to Mario Pasateri, who had just come into his office.
"Yes, how are you?" she asked cheerfully. "You do remember the young lady I spoke to you about yesterday, don't you? Yes, that's right. Her name is Nancy Sharp. You were impressed by her qualifications. I filled her in on some of the details relating to the job opening that you have and she's most enthused. Yes, she can come in this morning. Just when would you like to see her?"
"I can come in right now if that's convenient," Nancy whispered.
Mrs. Carson shook her head.
"How about eleven o'clock?" Mrs. Carson suggested.
There was a pause, after which Mrs. Carson resumed speaking.
"All right, fine. Thank you, Mr. Pasateri. She'll be at your office at eleven o'clock. Thanks again."
Mrs. Carson hung up the telephone.
"You know, when you've been in this business as long as I have, you have hunches about things," she smiled.
"What's your hunch about this?"
"I have a feeling that you and Mario Pasateri are going to be able to work compatibly with each other, and I think that you're definitely the type of person he wants for the job. It's sometimes a very tiring process, my dear, trying to land the right position, but I think you very definitely are seeing the right man."
"Perhaps we'll know more after eleven," Nancy said philosophically, rising from her chair. "Thank you very much for untiring assistance on my behalf, Mrs. Carson. I appreciate it. I really do."
"You're a very fine young lady, Nancy," Mrs. Carson told her. "I happen to think that you would be an asset to the right person in the right job. I'm going to do all that's necessary to plug away on your behalf."
"You've already done so much."
"I'll do more if needed. I have a hunch, though, that I won't have to. I really believe that you're going to get this job."
"Maybe so," Nancy Sharp smiled optimistically.
Nancy climbed into her car and drove to the Beverly Hills location where Mario Pasateri's firm has it's office. She felt tugging waves of apprehension in her stomach. The fact that Mrs. Carson was so optimistic about her chances of obtaining a position with Pasateri made her feel that much more nervous. She had dreamed for so long of locating the right position, and now she had the feeling as if she was going to be given a splendid opportunity. It was up to her, she concluded, and was hopeful that Pasateri would be impressed enough by her to hire her.
The address on Wilshire was a towering white skyscraper, she parked in the subterranean garage, then took the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, where Pasateri's office was situated.
As she stepped out of the elevator and walked slowly down the hall toward the office, Nancy thought once more about what Mrs. Carson had told her. This was a company that was seemingly destined to move forward by leaps and bounds. She wondered if she would be a part of that growth.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nancy's head began to spin nervously as she approached the office of Mario Pasateri.
She decided to stop at the water fountain across the hall from the office and take a long, reflective sip. Her reason for doing so stemmed from the face that her throat was parched. She did not want her conversational tone to be scratchy when she began talking to a prospective boss.
Upon entering the office, she observed a short, squatty, broad-shouldered man with a flattened nose. His black hair was rapidly thinning and his eyebrows were exceedingly bushy. She also observed heavy scar tissue above both eyes.
At first the man's appearance frightened her, but after he smiled brightly, she began to feel less nervous.
"Can I help you?" he asked in a high, almost bird-like shrill tone.
"Yes, I'd like to see Mario Pasateri."
"Your name would be, honey?"
"I'm Nancy Sharp. I believe he's expecting me."
"Oh, yeah, the chick sent over by the employment agency," the man nodded. "First door on the right, honey, and good luck."
"Thank you."
The moment that she entered the ornate office with the plush green carpeting and the sweeping, panoramic view of the city of Beverly Hills, the distinguished, handsome young man ui the gray suit rose from the chair behind his desk.
Mario Pasateri's hair was coal black. His dark, piercing eyes stared at Nancy Sharp for several moments as he quickly appraised her. The longer that he reflected on her, the more self-conscious that Nancy became.
She could not help but be overwhelmed by this man's dynamic presence, even before he so much as spoke a word. He was tall and rangy. His skin tone was light, almost ivory, in perfect contrast to his dark hair and eyes.
"I heard you talking to Rocky," he smiled, his voice low and resonant. "You're Nancy, correct?"
"That's right."
"How do you do, Nancy. I'm Mario Pasateri.
I've heard quite a few good things about you from Mrs. Carson over at the employment agency. Please have a seat." - Pasateri stared out the picture window of his expansive office. He asked the beautiful young woman several routine questions about her background, after which he astonished her with his abrupt suggestion.
"Listen, why don't we continue this interview in my limousine," he said. "I'm going out to the race track to talk business with a few people. As a matter of fact, you'll have a chance to meet a very prominent person."
"Who's that?" she asked, thoroughly astounded by his suggestion.
"You've heard of Sally LaPlante."
"Of course I have. She's a great actress and a beautiful woman. I've seen her pictures - just about ever one she ever made."
"Okay, you'll be meeting her."
"How exciting. You mean at the race track?"
"That's right. This producer she's going with is in on the business discussion. Then there's another guy who's gonna be there, too. He's a prominent businessman here in town. While we're talking business you can be conversing with Sally."
"Yes, I'd like that."
"Good, we'll have lunch over there."
"We're leaving right now?"
"Why not?" Pasateri nodded smilingly, rising once again from his chair and walking toward the door with a jaunty, athletic gait.
A few minutes later they were seated in the back seat of Mario Pasateri's black Cadillac limousine, being driven by his uniformed chauffeur to Santa Anita Race Track in Arcadia.
Pasateri talked about things in general to Nancy. She couldn't get over how unconventional an approach he was using as far as the interview process was concerned. Her other interviewers, even the men who were clearly interested in sex, made certain that they asked a series of questions about how she could perform in a particular job. She kept wondering just what Pasateri had in mind for her. Even though she recognized the possibility that he could be out for a good time, for some strange reason she didn't fear him as she had her other prospective employers. For one thing, there was something hypnotic about him that seemed to draw her to him almost irresistibly. At the same time this inner reserve that she felt generally when dealing with strange men was not a factor in the case of the handsome Mario Pasateri.
She enjoyed the luncheon conversation at the race track. While the three men huddled in quiet conversation relating to business details, Nancy enjoyed talking to Sally LaPlante about the motion pictures in which she had seen the beautiful redhead appear. The young small-town girl felt like she was on cloud nine talking to one of the screen's leading celebrities.
A few minutes after lunch had been consumed, Mario Pasateri leaned over and gently interrupted the conversation between the two women.
"I guess we'll be going now, Nancy," he said.
"You boys wrapped up your business details very fast today," Sally LaPlante looked at Mario and smiled. "I guess there couldn't have been much discussion about other things."
"We men are a little different than you gals when it comes to conversation," Pasateri laughed. "We just go right to the basic details and that's it. We got all the loose ends tied together."
"That's good," Sally LaPlante nodded. "I'm just sorry that the conversation with this delightful young woman is drawing to a close. If you have any good sense, Mario my dear, and I believe that you do, you'll hire her fast."
"She might not realize it, but she's already on the payroll of Pasateri Enterprises," Mario looked at Nancy and smiled.
Nancy's heart began to beat rapidly. She could hardly believe it. All this handsome man had done was to ask her a few questions about herself. In addition he had taken her to have lunch with a prominent movie star. So now here she was, a paid employee, and money had not even been so much as discussed.
For the next few minutes, after bidding Sally and the others good-bye, Nancy was stunned into speechlessness. She wondered if perhaps Pasateri was just joking when he told Sally that Nancy was already a member of his operation. As they climbed into the limousine, Mario Pasateri looked at Nancy and smiled.
"I guess the reason why you're so quiet is that you're wondering about what I said to Sally," he conjectured.
"I might as well admit it. Yes, I am."
"It's true. You're hired."
"Isn't this a rather unconventional way of doing business? I mean, we never even discussed the terms."
"That's what we're gonna do next."
"But how can you say that I've been hired when I haven't agreed to any terms and no terms have even been discussed?"
"Because I have full confidence in you agreeing to my terms. If there's one thing about Mario Pasateri that can't be denied, it's that he's very generous with his employees. If he thinks that somebody can do a job, then he's gonna make certain that they're paid very well. Don't worry about a thing, Nancy. You have a tendency to worry too much. The less you worry, the better of you'll be, particularly around me. You'll see that everything follows a well-organized pattern."
They drove back through ever-thickening traffic on Wilshire Boulevard. Nancy did not even notice that the limousine passed the office building where Pasateri Enterprises was located. The next thing she knew the limousine was rolling up the driveway of a spacious, two-story white Colonial mansion in a fashionable Beverly Hills residential district. She looked at the beautiful splendor of the dwelling, replete with ceremonial white pillars.
"Where are we going now?" she asked in bafflement.
"This is where I live," Pasateri smiled. "Please come in a little while. I want to ask you a few questions in my office."
Nancy climbed out of the automobile and accompanied Pasateri into the house. They walked up a flight of stairs toward a second-floor room. He opened the door and, just as he had said, it was an office.
It was a tiny room with sliding doors. He sat down behind the walnut desk. After Nancy had seated herself across from him, he looked into her eyes and grinned.
"You were wondering about money," he said. "Okay, I'll just give you your bonus right now."
"Bonus for what?"
"For joining Pasateri Enterprises."
The suave Mario reached into his pocket, pulling out an alligator-skinned wallet. He removed two bills from it, handing them to Nancy. Her hands trembled when she observed the denominations of the bills. She was holding in her trembling, sweaty hands two one-thousand-dollar bills.
"There must be some mistake," she gulped.
"No mistake at all," Pasateri smiled warmly. "You're getting a bonus. Do we have to talk any longer about terms?"
"I guess not. You haven't even told me what I'm going to be doing in my new job. We've hardly mentioned anything about work."
"Oh, that's simple. You're gonna be performing a variety of functions. You're gonna be serving as a receptionist, doing a little bookkeeping, things of that sort. But there won't be any problem at all. You can master anything expected of you."
Abruptly the sleek, athletic Italian jumped up from his chair, moving over toward the sliding doors. As he opened the sliding doors, Nancy turned her head and observed a large master bedroom, which had been interconnected to the office. The white sliding door had been the only barrier preventing the joining of the two rooms.
She stared at the huge master bedroom, which contained light blue carpeting and, in the middle of the room, a huge heart-shaped bed. The walls surrounding the bed contained large mirrors. Situated on the ceiling was a mural depicting a man who looked very much like Mario Pasateri having sex with a beautiful, red-haired woman who looked very much like Sally LaPlante.
"That painting," Nancy pointed upward with a trembling finger.
"It's as it looks to be," Pasateri laughed. "Yes, Sally and I have been old friends. Of course, that was painted in New York. That mural used to stay in the bedroom of my Long Island home, but I had it moved out here. It's a personal favorite of mine."
Suddenly everything was becoming so clear to Nancy. What surprised her, however, was that she did not feel the sense of panic that had overwhelmed her when she had dealt with Cal, or for that matter, even her fiance Ken Holt. The fact that she was not feeling any wave of revulsion made her even more fearful, wondering just what was happening to her.
"I don't understand any of this," she began to sob in a state of total helplessness.
"Relax, honey. I'm not surprised you're taking it this way. Hell, I could have gotten any one of a number of little whores from right off of the street if I just wanted a nice piece of ass. I want somebody I can really respect. You're not the kind of girl who spreads your legs for just anybody. I could see that right from the beginning. I consider myself to be a good judge of human nature and character. You're all right, honey. As a matter of fact, I really feel something for you. I did right from the beginning."
Suddenly the tall, rangy Pasateri reached down with his long right arm, allowing his fingers to stroke smoothly against Nancy's right thigh. Her whole body stiffened and her head began to spin. But yet, through it all, she did not feel like screaming or having Pasateri beg off. She wondered if it was the money, but realized that it wasn't. No, he did have some kind of hypnotic power, and every time that his dark, expressive eyes stared in her direction, she felt like melting.
CHAPTER SIX
Mario had turned on a soft, soothing instrumental FM station, which played romantic semi-classical music. The next thing she knew she was sipping from a glass of Scotch, staring at Mario with an ever-clouding vision. He kept on astutely staring into her eyes, his hypnotic personality continuing to make inroads on Nancy's quivering, palpitating heart.
She watched as he gulped down the rest of the contents from his glass. He walked over and took her by the hands, pulling her up from the chair on which she had been sitting. Moments later he glided her over to the bed, and soon they were sitting next to each other, staring into one another's eyes.
Nancy watched Pasateri's body tighten with ever-swelling anxiety. He reached down and let his fingers slide smoothly until they made their way inside of her dress. Pasateri let his fingers clamp down tightly as he pushed them with soft resiliency against her jutting, aroused breasts. The quicker that his fingers twisted and slid as they ground against the tightness of her tautening nipples, the louder that the gasps became that he emitted as he kept on staring into her eyes.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
"Oh, please, Mario, I'm feeling sick."
"No you're not. You're just getting excited. You want some action, honey, and you know it. If ever I've seen a woman who's hungry for it, you are. You're so beautiful. You want it and I'm gonna give it to you."
"No, I'm not," he smiled warmly. "Just lie back and enjoy yourself, honey. I want to make love to you."
"Oh, please. Please. I'm scared."
"There's no need to be. You're with a friend."
Even though the wild-eyed expression on Pasateri's face indicated that he wanted to move faster, he put a brake on his zealous desires, seeking to bring the beautiful blonde out gradually so that she would not panic.
Caution remained the watchword as the suave, handsome Mario reached up with his right hand, moving his fingers slowly as she brushed them through the wispy strands of her shimmering, lustrous brown hair.
"What nice hair you've got," he whispered. "You're such a beautiful woman."
Nancy drew her head back at that moment, lying on her back on the bed as she stared up at Mario. She could see that her resistance was gradually weakening. Beads of tense sweat began to surface on her furrowed brown. The expression in her eyes indicated to Mario that she wanted even more affection, even though she was outwardly attempting to convey just the opposite impression. As he looked down at her thick, flowingly sensuous red lips, he longed to sink his own lips against them.
His body tensed as Mario threw his lips forward, allowing them to land with thunderous impact against those of the beautiful but trembling Nancy Sharp.
Immediately Mario felt the tremors of sensual anxiety flow through his adrenalin-charged body. Nancy could tell that he was supercharged with the electricity of lovemaking as his warm lips continued to sink repeatedly against hers. He sucked in his breath as he desirously continued plunging his lips sturdily against hers, following which he then released them.
Thrusting his tongue forward, Pasateri recklessly pushed his body toward hers. This time he permitted his chest to salaciously rub against the warmth of her breasts. Even though they were both fully attired, Nancy could still derive a good deal of erotic pleasure just from that intimate form of electrifying body contact. When the thoroughly stunned and completely mesmerized blonde beauty failed to object, continuing to gaze up at Mario in starry-eyed fashion, the dark-haired man pushed his searing red tongue forward, allowing it to glide its way superbly inside of her devastated mouth, His tongue dazzled her with its quick, determined pyrotechnics. Searingly he allowed its Wetness to make itself profoundly felt as he pushed his tongue resoundingly against hers, enjoying each and every slashing stab that they shared as their hot saliva merged and Nancy felt his hot breath against her own.
Pasateri was allowing both torrid hands to circulate freely through his lover's beautiful brown hair. Up and down he moved his fingers with skill and dexterity, all the while inhaling the captivating fragrance of her exotic perfume.
When the searing tongue kiss came to an end Pasateri felt that the moment was at hand Convinced that Nancy was his woman, and that he had overpowered any resistance that she earlier felt, he reached down and began to unzip her dress.
"Please, darling, ohhh, please, I like you, but let's stop," she cried out desperately.
"Come on now, honey," Pasateri smiled. "Don't panic. You don't want to panic. You want to lie back and enjoy this. You want a man to make love to you. You want me to do it. You're excited honey. You really are. It's great that you are. We'll gonna have a fantastic time of it. You just wait and see. Just let yourself go a little."
Even though Nancy was making suggestions to the effect that he stop, the most disconcerting fact of all to her was that down deep she recognized that it was only a hollow gesture. There was certain air of diffidence in which she had expressing herself, cluing Pasateri in as to the fact that she really down deep wanted to have him make love to her.
His fingers fumbled periodically as he did his best to remove her dress as quickly as he could. His trembling, urgency-filled fingers were his own worst enemy. When he finally removed her dress he looked down at her dazzling ivory form. The only thing that stood between the beautiful blonde and total nudity were her black lace panties and matching bra. It was his firm desire to completely finish the job of stripping her naked before he moved on to the next phase of the action.
Pasateri kept staring at her gorgeous nubile body, observing that it was still extremely stiff. Despite the fact that he had long concluded that she actually wanted him, he knew that there was a battle going on inside this lonely and fearful young woman. He concluded that she undoubtedly felt she was being swallowed up in the big city, and she was in some ways lonesome for the little town in Ohio that had constituted home for her for so many years.
If there was one thing that Pasateri was determined to do above all else, was to loosen up this beautiful hunk of sensuous female before fully making her his own. He reached out and undid her bra straps, watching with unabated joy as her bra popped free of her firm, erotic breasts and landed on the rug.
"What a set of melons," he sighed breathlessly. Nancy could not help but be pleased over the fact that he admired the alabaster smoothness and captivating loveliness of her dazzling white breasts.
Her beautiful bosoms thrust out at him like two large, perfectly symmetrical tents.
The handsome Pasateri pushed his quick, steaming tongue forward, letting it connect initially with his lover's taut, pink left nipple. He teased her distended strawberry nipple With quick, proficient stabs, then began to extend his movements to the entire area of her pendulous, warm boobs.
His response was immediate as she began to gasp and gulp, her slinking body twisting sharply as he propelled his blazing tongue with sturdy, impassioned intensity. The more quickly that he drove it onward as he worked it against her searing breast, the greater amount of sweeping exhilaration that she felt. Nancy's body felt lighter than air and the tension that had dominated her earlier was no longer present.
Immediately the shrewd Pasateri noticed the contrast. The stunning young woman had looked fearful about lovemaking in the early stages, and her body had been as tight as a drum, but now he was getting her to relax, getting her accustomed to his style of lovemaking as she lay there sprawled out in the middle of the bed, gasping while his charging red tongue kept on driving sharply against her left breast.
Pasateri paused momentarily after finishing with her left breast, allowing the fingers of his right hand to move sweepingly up and down the shadowy valley which separated her pendulous bosoms.
After touching the dazzling valley between her breasts, he went back to work, this time spiritedly permitting his tongue to attack her right breast. Within a matter of seconds he had laved her in his warm, wet saliva, permitting his seething tongue to move with scorching uninhibitedness as it slashed and splashed against her fleshy white orb. The faster that his charging, rotating red tongue moved, the faster in turn that her body reacted. It thrust zestfully in a swiftly rhythmic manner, and as he kept on fastening his scorching tongue against the warm mound of flesh, he could hear gasping sounds emanating from her.
His fingers instinctively reached down and imbedded themselves against the elastic waistband. Once more the beautiful blonde's body tensed. It suddenly dawned on her just what she was going to do if the activity continued any longer. A crucial juncture was being reached in which she would be stripped of her panties. At this point the handsome, confidently virile man would be able to stare at anything, including her cunt.
"Take it easy, take it nice and easy," he whispered. "Nothing wrong at all with what we're doing. We're just having ourselves a good time. That's what you need, Nancy baby. You're as stiff as a board. Hang loose. It's better that way. Much better."
"Oh, I don't know. I'm not so sure," Nancy replied with a noticeable lack of confidence.
"Didn't you like it when I tongued your breasts?"
"Yes, but I wonder if we ought to go any further."
"I thought you were over all this nonsense," he reprimanded her with a soothing smile. "Come on now, honey. That's enough. You want to go all the way. You know you do. Don't try and he to yourself. Just lie back and enjoy it. Hang nice and loose."
His searing fingers continued to clutch at her panties. Eventually he began to tug at them, sliding the filmy material down her long, smoothly tapered legs as his desires intensified. Just hearing the erotic sounds of her panties scraping against her firm, trim legs, which trembled slightly, caused his pulse to speed up more appreciably.
"It won't be long now," he informed her.
Mario kept on gliding her panties down her smooth, alabaster thighs until they finally reached her ankles. By then his eyes were fully hypnotized by the beauty of her brown-colored pubic mound. He longed to reach out and provide her with intimate attention between her legs, something he was hoping would cause her to lose all sense of inhibition and completely remove her body from the tightness that it currently felt.
After removing her panties, Mario tossed them casually aside. He reached out with his right hand and began to slide his fingers soothingly against her warm pubic bush. He loved tickling her pubic hairs with his smooth, responsive finger strokes. The quicker that he drove his slashing fingers against the velvety warmth of her ever-wettening vagina, the louder that she breathlessly gasped, recognizing show much had happened in a brief period of time between them.
There was a certain magic in the way that Mario manipulated his sturdy fingers as they maneuvered soothingly against her warm, ever-wettening pubic bush. The quicker that his tingly fingers slid against her scorching slit, the faster that her sweepingly firm buttocks started to respond as they twisted erotically under the hot, captivating strokes that he sent against her slippery cunt.
After a few more strokes, the handsome Mario Pasateri decided to shove his fingers in all the way, to let them come into brisk contact with her pink, aroused vagina.
His stirring fingers moved sharply as he let them approach her vagina. As he tickled her clitoris, she heaved a louder gasp than ever, and by then her body was twisting with greater rapidity than ever.
"You like it," he smiled, "and we both know it. There's no reason to hold back anything, honey. You need it and you're gonna get it. Mario is coming to the rescue. He's giving this beautiful hunk of woman the kind of sensation that she really needs."
His fingers kept on swiftly driving with ever-intensifying speed. The more relentlessly that he ground them inside the sweltering moistness of her savory slit, the nearer he knew he was drawing her to a state of dazzling climax. Her head spun in an ever greater state of helplessness. Every now and then she felt compelled to speak out.
"Please, Marion, please, let your fingers go," she said. "Please, take them out of my pussy. Ohhh, it's too much."
"Quiet down, my beautiful little darling," he grinned confidently. "You want it and you know you want it."
His fingers continued to race stirringly inside of her sweltering, moist, puckered pussy. Mario was overjoyed at the way that her hips and ass cheeks were twisting as he kept up his quick, penetrating finger action. He was convinced that in just a few more strokes the juices would explode from her hair-fringed fissure.
"You're about to explode," he grinned. "You want it. Oh, damned, just look at the way your body's twisting."
"Oh, please, Mario. I'm so mixed up. I don't know what's what anymore. Oh, please, let go. Don't do it anymore."
"Come on now. We don't need anymore complaints. You know you love it. Damned, what a beautiful pussy."
Pasateri kept on running his torrid fingers inside of her moist, fur-rimmed twat as her quivering hips continued sliding back and forth. Her whole body was becoming immersed in a fine, misty sheen of perspiration as she pushed ever nearer to the moment when the droplets of her sweet, womanly nectar would splash from her aroused mound and into his hand.
"I've got you almost there," he smiled triumphantly. "Oh, damned, what a beautiful body. What a gorgeous mound."
Nancy heaved a few more sighs, then braced herself, her legs trembling with quivering anxiety as she awaited her impending orgasm.
Several quick strokes later the juices began to spurt from her moist mound. As the orgasmic flood tide flowed with great exuberance, she let out a loud, fervent gasp.
"You brought me off," she sighed.
"Of course I did, honey, and this is just the beginning."
"Please. Let's not go any further. We've done too much already. I hardly know you."
"There's no better way for two people to get acquainted than have a fantastic fuck," Mario winked mischievously.
While Nancy caught her breath as she lay stretched out on the bed, she observed Pasateri slide his body upward from the bed. Without saying anything to her, he promptly began to undress.
Her eyes were hypnotically drawn to his firm, excited phallus, which he toyed with as he let his fingers glide along the tip and base of it.
"Look how much you've excited me already," he grinned. "Just lie back, honey. Old Mario will take care of everything."
He threw himself down on top of the bed, landing with a lurid plop as his fingers once more returned to the sweltering confines of her hair-fringed fissure. His fingers tickled her clitoris several times, causing her body to jerk excitedly back and forth.
As he released his quivering fingers from her intensely wet, velvety twat, Mario determinedly pushed his head down between her nakedly splayed, slightly trembling, sweat-dampened legs. Upon picking up the musky scent of her womanliness, inter-meshed with the fragrance of her exotic perfume, he became hungrier than ever. Pasateri's stomach churned with rapidly developing anxiety as he prepared to launch into some quick sucking action.
He pushed his resolute tongue sturdily forward, letting it scrape against her warm, slightly trembling left thigh. Every time that Mario touched her with his sweltering tongue he noticed Nancy's entire body responsively twitching.
Recognizing the great sensitivity that the beautiful blonde possessed, Mario made certain that he exercised his stroke control in just the right way. He did not want to go too far too fast for fear that Nancy would get prematurely excited. He wanted to let things develop on a gradual level until he was ready to push her to the brink, at which glorious moment her prolific juices would spurt once more from her gushing pussy, this time into his mouth.
His jet-propelled tongue kept on astutely gliding, sliding with dazzling, sizzling joy and uninhibited desire as it kept pressing against her warm, milky thigh. He released his tongue from her left thigh, then exercised his rapid-fire, piercing red tongue against her right thigh. This time he stepped up his pace considerably, exercising his warm, sweltering, moist tongue more forcefully and eagerly than he had when he'd sucked her other thigh several moments earlier.
His piercing tongue kept on picking up the pace as it worked with ever-accelerating zest. The faster that he twisted with his stirring tongue, the closer that he inevitably pushed his lover to the point where her thunderous pussy juices would be pried from her hot, savory cunt.
When Mario released his tongue from her thighs, he reached down and let his quivering fingers slide smoothly over them.
"Nice and damp," he whispered. "I'm glad I was able to make a contribution."
"Oh, please. I'm so mixed up. I don't know whether I'm coming or going."
"You're just getting carried away in the throes of passion," Mario calmly explained. "You don't need to worry, my dear. Just lie back. Relax. Enjoy yourself."
Mario laughed joyfully. It made him feel good to know just how much this beautiful woman's body was quivering with desire over the prospect of his sinking, piercing red tongue pushing its way inside of her warm, fleshy, palpitating pussy.
Once again he picked up the scent as he pushed his tongue closer. His heart reverberated by leaps and bounds as he pushed his twisting tongue frantically forward, letting it slide zealously as he started to project it inside of her moist, exhilarated cunt.
Her dazzling hips flowed lustfully as his quick, plunging tongue pushed eagerly inside of her sweltering, pink, hairy slit. Every now and then he would withdraw his probing tongue from her fleshy joy pit just long enough to tickle her matted, curled pubic hairs with his tongue, hairs that had already been wetted from the combination of his earlier tongue efforts and her own juices.
"Ohhh, I don't believe any of it," she gulped. "I'm in a daze."
Mario listened as Nancy started to pant like a steam engine, kicking her legs zestfully as he sustained a rapid-fire pace. He kept pushing his naked tongue deep inside her savory, steaming slit as he manipulated her ever nearer the point when her juices would have to gush from her mound.
Mario reached down and made a quick grab for her wiggling white buttocks. His torrid fingers squeezed her fleshy ass cheeks with unbounded joy as his tongue kept burying itself within the confines of her sweltering, electrified twat.
"I don't understand it, ohhh, I can't get over it, ohhh, I can't get over these feelings," she panted, unable to comprehend just what was happening to her, but not wanting to do anything to in any way deter her handsome lover.
His spearing tongue kept on finding the mark, driving with cannonading fury as it pushed its way inside her hot, joy-ridden slit as the juices prepared to gush from her sizzling orifice. Finally the explosion could no longer wait. As his tingly tongue kept on connecting with every wet crevice of her throbbing, palpitating organ, focusing frequently on her sensation-ridden clitoris, the juices started to spill from her sizzling pussy and into his mouth.
Mario braced himself quickly, intending to suck out every deliciously delightful morsel from her gooey, exploding nest. As the juices kept on spurting torrentially, she flipped her grinding buttocks upward, her whole supercharged body twisting and sliding as the orgasm continued to spray, enveloping Mario's hot mouth.
When Mario eventually withdrew his tongue from her aroused pussy, he looked down at his bulging, blood-engorged member, the blue veins of which were swelling prominently. Nancy could see that his desire was overwhelming. Once more her body began to tighten fearfully Over the question as to just what he was going to do next.
Her eyes moved swiftly from Mario's thundering cock to his bloated balls, and as they did, her heart started to palpitate more frantically than ever.
Mario reached down and made a quick, fervent grab for her firm thighs. He let his surging fingers clasp sharply around her legs, and all the while he was preparing to propel his stinging, erect member inside of her.
Once more his alert eyes were captivated by the intriguing sound of her alluringly warm, wet nest. It gave him a feeling of accomplishment to know that he had provided her with so many quivering sensations, and that her sensations had in turn drawn her out sufficiently so that she was now willing to experience still more excitement.
His fingers began to carefully massage her warm legs, which he extended slightly. He let them move swiftly as he addressed them with proficient abruptness to her trim, ivory thighs. The harder that Mario squeezed, the softer that Nancy's sensual moans became as she anticipated just what was coming next. She was afraid to go all the way with Mario, despite the fact, that he did unquestionably wield hypnotic authority over her.
"Please, Mario, let's stop now, I beg of you," she called out.
"Quiet down now, honey," he grinned.
The fingers of Mario's right hand quickly found the fleshy opening of Nancy's pink, still-sweltering cunt. Her hips and legs tightened even more rigidly than before as he moved his fingers against her aroused clitoris.
Her jolted body began to instinctively react as her hips and ass cheeks ground against the crisp white bed sheets beneath her.
"Stop, ohhh, stop," she gulped.
Mario withdrew his emblazoned fingers suddenly from her moist, fury triangle. By then he could no longer be denied. His hard, aroused cock was eager to launch into some immediate activity.
His fiery fingers reached out this time and made a sensitive grab for Nancy's sharply protruding, shapely buttocks. It made him feel good to touch the smooth, trim outline of her fleshy ass globes as he simultaneously pushed his long, stirring cock forward as it began to drive ever closer toward the inviting pinkness of her searing mound.
"Oh, please, no, not that," she gasped. "Please, don't hurt me. Ohhh, don't do that. Please, don't fuck me."
"Quiet down, baby. I'm gonna push my prick inside your pussy. I'm gonna give you the kind of a fuck that you've only dreamed about. It's gonna become a reality right now, honey. I'm gonna drive my hard, dazzling cock inside of you. Ohhh, how much fun we're gonna have."
Her head spun and Nancy found herself becoming carried away in a sea of swirling passion. Almost in spite of herself she extended her naked trembling legs even more, heaving a deep gasp as she watched Mario's poundingly relentless cock surge its way for the first time inside of her lusty, wet vagina.
The profusely sweating blonde beauty jerked her hips aggressively in a state of overwhelming frenzy, her heart palpitating as she reacted noticeably to his every charging stab. It hadn't dawned on her until that moment as to just how badly she did need to be fucked. Maybe that was one of the reasons why she had been in such a nasty mood, and, also, why she had had those ever-increasing urges to lie in the privacy of her bedroom and toy with her vagina until the juices spurted from it.
As Mario kept on hammering away with his steamy, rifle-like cock, manipulating it steadily and self assuredly as it pushed its way inside of her torrid, wet vaginal canal, Nancy recognized only too well that there had been a great absence of satisfying sex in her life. She couldn't help but recognize how perceptive Mario had been. He had recognized everything, including her loneliness, and now there he was, panting like a steam engine, continuing to drive his swift, blast-furnace cock into the tightly compliant folds of her palpitating pussy.
Even though his crunching cock stabs were injecting a certain amount of pain inside of Nancy's restless, excited pubic mound, it was the kind of pleasure-pain syndrome that she could not help but enjoy. She could see that, in spite of what she had tried to tell herself, she enjoyed his stiff, blast-furnace stabs all too much.
His sturdy, ever-penetrating dagger kept on propelling itself ever deeper as it worked its way with unimpeded savagery inside of her palpitating slit. Determined not to orgasm prematurely, Pasateri every now and then slowed up his pace, looking into his beautiful lover's eyes while he did so.
Everything about the beautiful Nancy impressed him, including the way that her face would redden considerably during the course of the sweltering sexual activity. Sweat began to roll down both sides of his taut face as he gritted his teeth and kept on driving his sturdy, tumid shaft forward, pushing it resourcefully into the tight inner confines of her hot mound as she tightened her pussy muscles and wiggled and ground her buttocks against the bed sheets, listening to the incessant squeaking of the bed springs all the while.
Her beautifully tapered, nakedly splayed legs kept kicking relentlessly as she provided her lover with a willing and open target. Soon he was on the verge of a wild orgasm, and he knew that the thick, white droplets of his hot creamy sperm would be splashing voluminously from the end of his hot, enthralled penis and into her mound.
Pasateri could tell from the way that his lover's trembling body twisted that she, too, was on the verge of a climax. It was just a question of which one of them would bolt first.
"You're getting pretty hot," Mario laughed. "Keep edging your body up to me. That's it, move your ass cheeks, baby. Your butt's in motion, sweetheart, and do I ever love it."
"I'm on fire, I'm on fire and I can't explain it," she gulped.
"This type of thing defies explanation," Mario laughed. "Just lie back, baby. Lie back while I pump it to you with my big, long stick."
Nancy's body tightened and her quivering legs began to move with greater rapidity. Her body control assumed even greater proportions as she shoved her smooth white buttocks upward, continuing to meet the quick, relentlessly charging stabs of her fleshy, fiery, fluid-filled cock.
The fiery deposits of hot pussy juice exploded from her infatuated mound. All the while her hotly determined lover kept on driving his pistoning cock, blasting it forcefully as it pushed and stabbed inside of her palpitating slit.
Mario heaved several deep sighs, reaching out and slapping incessantly at his lover's buttocks, causing her to feel even more spine-tingling emotion as the juices gushed from her searing pink slit. Her hips kept churning eagerly, seeking to accommodate his every forward driving thrust.
Mario looked down and surveyed his ever-swelling testicles, never missing a beat as he kept on pumping and slashing with his stiff, torridly determined, sturdy cock.
Several swiftly administered strokes later, he felt the acute waves of tension surfacing in his bloating balls. Mario felt and observed a few preliminary droplets of penis fluid ooze from the tip of his aroused, sturdy staff. Pasateri kept looking down at his hot organ, recognizing how close he was to the level of a wildly uninhibited explosion.
"Ohhh, get ready, here it goes," he gulped.
Mario flashed a wide smile of triumph as he watched the splashing droplets of his white, volcanic sperm explode from the torrid tip of his aroused cock and into the smoldering confines of Nancy's tight, hot pussy. "What a feeling, damned, what a feeling," he gulped.
Nancy lay there in a state of dizziness. She reached up and mopped some sweat from her brow. She looked over at Mario, whose hypnotic eyes continued to stare at her.
"You're not gonna tell me you didn't need that and didn't like it," he said knowingly.
Nancy said nothing. She kept on staring into Mario's eyes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nancy had dressed slowly. Mario, who had slipped on a robe, fixed a glass of Scotch for each of them. After sipping the Scotch and talking some more, Nancy began to yawn.
"I'll have Harold drive you home," he smiled. "I'm kind of tired myself, honey. I negotiated quite a bit of business today. I settled some matters on the telephone before we even went out. It's been a long but very interesting day. I'm glad we got well acquainted."
"Do you want me to come into the office tomorrow?"
"Hey, that's right," Mario threw his head back and laughed. "I didn't stop to think about that. Yeah, you can start tomorrow. Come in at nine. Naw, ten will be fine."
"Fine. I'll see you at ten tomorrow."
Nancy barely said a word during the ride to her apartment. Harold the chauffeur was friendly enough, but he soon could see that the beautiful young blonde was wrapt deep in thought, and so he decided not to intrude.
Her head spun over what had happened to her. The very thing she had promised to safeguard herself against had happened. It had been her intention not to get involved in a romantic sense with her new boss, but yet there she was, giving into him the first day that they had met. She couldn't help but wonder just what had prompted her to go along with his every desire. But what surprised her the most was that she was unable to summon hardly anything in the way of opposition. This hypnotic air that he was able to project before her was something that she could scarcely comprehend. Every time the man shot his dark eyes in her direction she would virtually melt.
Nancy barely slept that evening. She kept thinking back to the wild, gloriously wonderful sex that she had enjoyed with Mario Pasateri. Yes, she realized, it was wonderful, in spite of the fact that she was trying to tell herself that it was wrong.
She hated to be confronted with another type of office situation like she had known before. Nancy remembered so well the angry gossip that surfaced as a result of her close association with Ken Holt, who ultimately became her fiance. She was regarded as the office pet, and her work load was considerably easier than that of any of the other girls.
The next day when she arrived at the office, however, she realized that there was no one there apart from Mario and the thin-haired, rugged man she had met briefly the day before. They were introduced by Mario. The other man's name was Rocky Miceli.
Mario said very little to her during the course of the entire day. She felt awkward every time that he walked from his office into the office where she worked, a spacious although less elaborately furnished area than that in which Mario worked.
The awkwardness extended from the fact that he had known her intimately, but yet, in the final analysis, she knew him so very little as a person. The two of them were only barely acquainted, but there she was, earning a good deal of money on a job that she was trying to master.
She occupied most of her time going over lists that Mario provided for her. There would be names of individuals and, next to the names, amounts. She was requested to tabulate the figures. Some of the names contained large columns of figures next to them. Sometimes she would be asked to subtract while, on other occasions, she would add.
When it was time for lunch, Rocky came into her office.
"I'm going across the street to the delicatessen to get some food. The boss wants a sandwich. Can I get you a sandwich, Nancy?" Rocky asked smilingly.
"Yes, that would be fine," she nodded. "Corned beef okay?" "Yes, that would be all right." "That's what the boss is having," he grinned. "What do you want to drink?" "A Coke will be fine."
"Fine. The boss and I are gonna have a little beer," he winked. "All right, see you in a few minutes."
"Wait just a second. I'll get you some money." "Come on, honey," Rocky Miceli laughed. "It's on us."
During the afternoon, it became increasingly obvious to Nancy that her boss was going to spend very little time with her. Most of the afternoon, just as had been the case in the morning, was consumed on the telephone.
She continued to pour over the figures. At a few minutes before five, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Looking up from her figures, she observed a smiling Mario Pasateri looking at her.
"How did the first day on the job go?" he asked.
"Fine. No problems. I hope that you're satisfied."
"Sure. Everything went well. Honey, I'm going to Vegas tomorrow. I might be gone a day, maybe two. Anyway, the office will be open and Rocky will be around. I'll be phoning Rocky, and if anything comes up that I have to talk to you about, I'll talk to you then. Other than that I've still got some more paper work for you to do. I'd love to be taking you to Vegas, but it's one of these quick trips."
"I see. I'll come in at the same time tomorrow then."
"Yeah, that'll be fine. And you'll be hearing from me."
"Have a nice trip." "Thanks a lot."
Mario turned and walked out of the room, returning to his office and closing the door behind him.
Nancy couldn't help but feel a strange unsettling in her stomach. She just couldn't quite comprehend what was going on in this office. The one thing, however, of which she was completely certain, was that it was not a conventional type of business arrangement. This thought kept plaguing her during the course of her drive back to her apartment.
The following day went routinely. She talked with Mario once on the telephone from Las Vegas. The rest of the time Rocky tended to her needs, providing her with both a sandwich at lunch time and periodic refreshment such as coffee and Coke.
At a few minutes before five, Rocky Miceli walked into Nancy's office.
"You can wrap it up for the night, honey," he told her, smiling amiably. "As a matter of fact, how about joining me for a beer? Mario's got some in the refrigerator in his office. How about it?"
"Well, I've never had much beer to drink," she laughed. It tastes kind of bitter to me."
"You just need to get used to it," he winked. "Hang on a second, honey. I'll be back."
Rocky, despite his rugged appearance, appeared to be highly jovial, an amiable man. She regarded him almost as an uncle or older brother. He seemed to be completely dedicated to looking after her every need, just as he had apparently been accustomed to doing the same thing for his employer Mario.
As they sat and sipped cold beer from cans, Rocky began to unwind and talk about himself.
"You know anything about boxing, honey?" he asked.
"Very little. I know it usually scares me to watch two people hit each other."
"When you're like me and you've grown up in the Bronx and you've had probably two thousand fights before you've hit your teens, you can get pretty used to it," he grinned.
"Maybe so. I guess it's all in a person's background. I shudder at the idea of having that many fights."
"Yeah, I guess you would. That's the way women look at it. They get scared off about something like that. I can see why. Women are built a little different than men."
"Yes, I guess we are," Nancy laughed.
Rocky immediately saw the humor in his remark.
"Sometimes I have a funny way of putting things," he grinned. "Anyway, I guess you wouldn't know about me then."
"I'm not sure I understand what you're driving at."
"Me, what I did for a living. For years I was one of the top middleweights in boxing."
"You were?"
"You'd better believe it. I was just one fight away from the championship. The damned guy who had the title just wouldn't give me a shot at him. They wouldn't give me a shot at all, in fact, until I was over the hill. I'd three, four too many tough fights by the time I got my chance."
"So you lost?"
"Yeah, I lost, but I still gave the champion a run for his money. Lost in a unanimous decision. It was pretty close until the last five rounds. But I slowed up then. Like I said, too many tough fights. Besides, by then I'd had just too much pasta. I was putting on too much weight and I couldn't make the limit. I had to dry out and it weakened me. It showed in the last five rounds."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'll bet you were a good fighter."
"I guess I show the scars of battle easily enough," he said, wincing as he pointed to his broken nose and the scar tissue over his eyes.
"I thought you were possibly a fighter, when I first met you."
"That's how I got acquainted with Mario," Rocky said. "Is that right?"
"Yeah, you see, I was one of his old man's best friends. His old man was a top fight manager. Mario was thinking about going into boxing, but between his old man and me we talked him out of it. Mario did a good job with the business in New York. Working for his dad. You see, his dad was in business along with managing fighters. I was the only one of his boys who ever got as far as a crack at the championship, even though he had some other good ones, too."
"This is most interesting."
"So anyway, after Mario's dad decided that it was time to let Mario handle a big office on his own and we decided to come out to the West Coast, he sent me out with Mario. I've been working either for Mario or his old man for twenty-five years."
"Mario certainly gave me a break and I appreciate it."
"The kid thinks the world of you," Rocky said, taking a sip from his beer.
"I think he's ... very nice."
"Listen, that Mario's a good-looking kid, and he's always done real well with the dames. Dresses real nice. Always got a nice car. Has a nice line and plenty of bucks in his wallet. But I have a hunch he might feel a little something special for you."
"You really think so?"
"You'd better believe it."
"What makes you say that?"
"Instinct, honey. A guy can tell when another guy's hooked on a woman."
Nancy turned her head away with embarrassment.
"Sorry, honey. I'm not trying to embarrass you," he said. "That's all right."
"I'm one of these guys who just says what's on his mind," Rocky grinned. "How's your beer?" "It's kind of bitter."
"You've hardly touched it. Well, that's all right. I was just trying to be sociable."
"I know you were," she replied, "and I appreciate it."
"Listen, I've got a couple of tickets for the fights tonight. They've got a good welterweight match over at The Forum. I've got two ringside seats. How about you going along with me?"
"As I said before, boxing isn't exactly a favorite pastime of mine," Nancy laughed nervously.
"Come on now. You aren't gonna turn down an old fighter, are you? I'll fill you in on a lot of inside information, really make the fights interesting for you."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Even though Nancy would have preferred going home, and in particularly, did not have any desire to attend a professional prizefight, there was something about the expression in Rocky's eyes that made her reevaluate things.
There was a certain boyish, pleading expression that emanated from him, as if he would be bitterly disappointed if she said no.
"Well, I guess we can go," she said.
"Great. We can have a quick bite across the street at the delicatessen, and then Harold can drive us in Mario's limousine. We'll be right on time for the first bout."
They went across the street and had some soup and sandwiches at the delicatessen where Rocky generally bought lunch for Mario and Nancy.
They climbed into the limousine. Throughout.
the drive to the fights Rocky would extend his arms and gesture animatedly about boxing, telling her with great pride how far he progressed up the middleweight ladder, almost to the ultimate pinnacle of a world championship.
"You should have seen the way I could bob and weave," he smiled, a nostalgic twinkle surfacing in his eyes. "Yeah, I used to jab and hook. Oh, damned, I was the best. You know, I've got some films of some of my fights. Mario brought them with him from New York. They were a birthday present from his dad. One of these nights we'll have to get together over at Mario's place and show them."
"It sounds very interesting."
"Yeah, maybe sometime next week," he smiled, obviously taken with the idea. "I want you to see me in action. Then, you can compare me to some of the guys you see tonight."
"Fair enough."
When Harold let them out of the limousine just adjacent to the front entrance of the stadium, Rocky took Nancy by the arm and led her through swarms of people, some of whom were standing and talking, while others were making their way inside the arena.
On numerous occasions Rocky was recognized.
It gave Nancy a funny feeling. Much the same kind of feeling that had surfaced within her when she had met the famous movie star, Sally LaPlante. It made her feel good to be with somebody who apparently was highly prominent in his own right, despite the fact that she wasn't at all enthused about the idea of watching two men go at each other in a ring with boxing gloves.
Several times prominent people, including a television star and a famous lawyer, said hello to Rocky. On those occasions he would beam with pride as he introduced Nancy. The pride appeared to be twofold. First of all he was happy that he was able to introduce somebody of prominence to Nancy. On the other hand he appeared every bit as delighted to be introducing a beautiful young brunette to his distinguished friends. Nancy got the feeling that Rocky felt elevated in the eyes of his prominent friends over being with somebody like her.
The seats were in the first row. At first Nancy couldn't help but wince every time that a loud blow would be landed. She would listen to the grunts and groans and whenever blood would surface on one of the fighters, she would be forced to turn her head away.
Rocky kept up a steady line of chatter, constantly explaining different facets of boxing to her.
"He shouldn't be clenching so much," he would lean over and whisper. "The guy's got an edge in reach. He should be using that left hand more. You know, sticking it out there, jabbing the guy. Hell, with my short arms I could never do that, but this guy ought to be doing it all the time."
After two of the fights had concluded, Nancy finally began to acclimate herself a little easier to what was going on. She noticed that now, whenever punches would land, she was not hit with an air of jarring tension, nor did she become sick at her stomach as she had on some of the early occasions when she had seen blood.
Before the main bout of the evening, Rocky excused himself.
"I'll be back in a second," he said.
Nancy watched as he mounted the steps leading up to the ring. With great pride he slid his short, stocky body through the ropes and into the ring. The moment that he stepped inside a chorus of cheers erupted from various parts of the arena. Nancy could see that Rocky was, indeed, a highly popular man. He waved to every section of the arena.
Several other boxers entered the ring as well.
The others were contemporary fighters, and all of them appeared at least a little awestruck by Rocky's presence.
The other fighters were introduced first, after which Rocky received an introduction. The roar was deafening as he proudly acknowledged it, waving to the spontaneously demonstrating fans, then wishing good luck to the two main-event fighters who sat nervously on their stools, waiting for the call to battle.
Rocky returned to his seat. The main bout started a few minutes later. He became more excited than ever, leaning over constantly and filling his young date in on all kinds of details concerning the pugilistic activity in the center of the ring.
The bout ended early when one of the fighters sustained a deep cut over his left eye. The ring doctor stepped into the ring, waving his arms and shaking his head, notifying the referee that the fighter could not continue. A number of the fans booed while the rest of them cheered.
"Too bad, really too bad," Rocky shook his head as he climbed up from his ringside seat. "You know, that kid was just getting started, too. If it hadn't been for that one punch. The one that split open his eye. Well, I think maybe he'd have won it if it hadn't been for that."
"I'll take your word for it," Nancy smiled as she climbed daintily to her feet. "You're the expert."
"You'd figure this fight game out like nothing. Heck, you'd probably make a good lady fight manager."
"Whatever made you think that?" she asked with surprise as they walked down the crowded aisle leading to the nearest exit.
"I just figure that you're one of these no-nonsense girls who gets things done. You're a hard worker. Sure, you could set the right kind of example. You'd make these guys toe the mark."
"Now I know you're kidding me," she giggled.
"I'm just trying to compliment you, Nancy. That's all."
Harold was waiting in the Cadillac limousine just a block away from the arena. They climbed in the car and, a few minutes later, they were parked in front of Nancy's apartment.
"I'll take the young lady up to her room," Rocky notified Harold as he opened the door.
"Very good, sir," Harold responded.
Rocky said nothing during the walk into her apartment. He remained silent as they took the elevator up to Nancy's apartment.
"I want to thank you for an enjoyable evening," Nancy said. "I thought I wasn't going to be able to make my way through it for a while, but finally I was able to."
"Oh, sure. No problem there."
After she pulled her keys from her purse she unlocked the door and entered her apartment.
Much to the beautiful blonde's surprise, her rugged friend entered behind her, closing the door.
"I thought it might be nice for me to stay just for a minute," he winked. "If you know what I mean."
"But, Rocky, Harold's waiting."
"That's all right. He waited before while we were in the fights. He can wait now. He's used to it. He's paid to wait and paid very well."
"Can I fix you a drink?" she gulped, becoming uncomfortable over the long, intense stare that blanketed Rocky's face.
"No thanks. I'd rather stare at this gorgeous scenery."
"Please, Rocky. I think you'd better go," she explained T trying her best to put an air of authority in her voice. But down deep she was afraid of Rocky, recognizing that he was the kind of man who was used to getting what he wanted.
"Naw, I don't want to go. You don't want me to go either. You know that," "Please, Rocky."
"Come on now. Let's stop talking that way. Let's have a little bit of fun. We should be good friends. Just like you're a good friend of Mario's."
"How would you know about Mario?"
"Honey, I'm no dummy," Rocky laughed, moving closer to the brunette. "I've known that kid ever since he was knee high to a grasshopper. I will tell you this, though, and that's that he's got the same tastes that I've got when it comes to women. We get along in a lot of ways."
"You're talking so crudely. I'm getting a headache just listening to you."
She began to sigh helplessly, wondering just what she could do to get out of her current dilemma.
"There's no need to worry about anything," he grinned. "Just relax, darling. Everything's gonna be fine. We can be good friends, tremendous friends."
Rocky moved even closer. His arms reached out and encompassed her entire body. He listened to the sounds of her heavy breathing. Rocky stared into her liquid eyes, observing an expression of terror. Her body was exceedingly tense. The ex-fighter recognized that he had to loosen her up, to get Nancy to relax.
"Honey, just hang loose," he said. "Everything's gonna be just fine."
He opened his mouth, pushing his hot, cannonading tongue forward.
With piercing enthusiasm the rugged ex-fighter pushed his tongue inside of Nancy's mouth. As tongue pushed against tongue, everything went blank within her befuddled mind. Her head spun dizzily as she kept on feeling his hot, hissing breath and his electrifying tongue as he pushed and twisted it sharply, letting it penetrate with enthusiasm as it ground inside of her mouth.
The rapid-fire tongue activity continued for several long moments. When Rocky released his tongue from Nancy's mouth, her knees went limp and, suddenly, she found herself landing with a lurid plop on the living room sofa.
"Just come to your friend Rocky," he laughed. "Honey, are we ever gonna have fun."
While her head continued to spin, Rocky threw himself down on the sofa. His fingers reached out and pushed with piercing impact inside of her dress. Before long his fingers were working with crisp agitation against her breasts.
"Damned, what a set of knobs," he swooned. "They're made to order for my fingers. Honey, what gorgeous knockers you've got. How I love this action. How I love pushing my fingers against your hot boobs."
His fingers pressed with authoritative quickness, driving and sliding as he worked them against her warm, infatuated ivory melons. There was something gentle yet stern in the manner in which he glided his short, stubby, but extremely powerful fingers. He was both dominating her with his savagery while he simultaneously excited her with a certain spark of gentleness.
Rocky's fingers would alternately glide and fasten. He pushed them with quick, spontaneous delight, enjoying every bit of piercing finger contact that he sent forth against the alabaster warmth of her tingly breasts.
Even though Nancy was trying to tell herself that this man was intruding upon her, and that she had no desire to have any sexual contact with him, down deep she could not help but feel that she was succumbing to him, and that her body was not far behind.
While his fingers kept on lancing and twisting against the warmth of her breast flesh, Rocky pushed his tongue forward once more. He let it slide and surge as it made its way inside of her mouth. He twisted it with flowing rapidity, letting it drive and slash as he worked it against the wet warmth of her scorching red tongue.
A few quick, twisting thrusts later, the rugged ex-fighter released his tongue from her mouth and his fingers from her breasts.
Rocky's burning tongue pushed forward once more. This time he surprised the panting, dizzy Nancy as he shoved his piercing tongue inside her left ear. He let it grind with authority, permitting it to slowly penetrate against the warmth of her ear. Once that he finished with her left ear, Rocky released his tongue and let it go to work inside of her right, and all the while her body began to instinctively respond. She was trying to tell herself that this was all wrong, but her body was not listening to her psyche. Her hips and legs twisted throbbingly, moving from side to side with stirring rapidity as his tongue kept on manipulating against her ear.
Nancy's head continued to swirl in a sea of madness and confusion.
She lay there, her body trembling, panting loudly as she looked up at Rocky through disbelieving eyes. Without saying anything to her to indicate his motivation, he reached down with his strong, sturdy fingers and began to unzip her dress.
"Please, Rocky," she begged.
"Quiet down, honey. You want it. You want it just like all the other beautiful dollies I've fucked, and baby doll, I've screwed some good ones."
Her body rocked under his tempestuous finger activity as he crudely pried her dress off of her. His next move was to reach down and make a quick grab for her bra. His eyes lit up with boyish delight.
"I want to see those beautiful boobs," he grinned. "Those same ripe melons that I touched before. Damned, you really are built, sweetheart."
She heard the sound of her bra straps unhook. He reached down and tugged at her bra, heaving several deep gasps, ultimately tossing it to the rug and watching with feverish ecstasy as he stared at the alluring sight of her firm, resilient breasts. Never had she felt them so completely and totally surrounded as they were at that moment, what with his strong, authoritative fingers gripping and twisting against them.
Rocky's fingers ardently twisted against her smooth, warm breasts, proceeding resourcefully until he reached down with both hands and made a swift grab for her crisp, white panties. His fingers fastened solidly against the fabric, and then quickly he began to glide them down her twitching legs.
"You've got a pretty pussy," he declared in a voice thick with sexual tension after sliding her parities down past her vagina. "I like those nice thick vanilla pubic hairs. Just the kind of pussy I love to play with."
Tossing her panties aside, the panting, sensually ecstatic Rocky reached out with his right hand and slid his index finger several times carefully and slowly against her sensitive clitoris. His talented movements prompted her to practically jump out of her skin as her body swirled back and forth involuntarily, her hips gliding steadily.
"You love that, don't you?" he asked, grinning.
"I do. Ohhh, it feels good. You did that just right."
"Then I'll do it again."
Rocky laughed, smiling triumphantly as he reached out once more with his index finger, prying it sensitively against her wet, sensation-laden clitoris. She felt as if thousands of volts of electricity were surfacing between her legs as he toyed with his finger, letting it probe and twist as he glided it first against her clitoris, then against the pinkness of her flushed pussy lips.
"I can't believe it," she gasped in a hoarse voice. "It feels so good."
Releasing his fingers ultimately from her vagina, Rocky's eyes widened as he stared hungrily down at her beautiful white naked form. His fingers reached down and curled erotically around her smooth, trim, twisting buttocks as he pushed his head down between her warm, lewdly splayed legs. Immediately Rocky picked up the invigorating scent of her moist pubic bush. Soon his tongue was moving with swift, circuitous precision as it began to glide against her already dampened, matted pubic curls.
His tingly tongue worked against her slickened vaginal hairs for several moments, and all the while the ex-fighter thoroughly enjoyed every sensation. The faster that he proceeded to drive his swirling tongue against her wet, excited pubic locks, the more eagerly she began looking forward to a driving tongue attack inside her sweltering twat. Despite the fact that she was still not convinced that she was doing the right thing, Rocky had an authoritative air about bringing her out sensually. His stroke technique, whether it was being employed with his fingers or tongue, brought her most uninhibited passions to the surface.
The faster that he let his tingly tongue push against her warmly invigorated cunt hairs, the louder that her gasping sounds became. Rocky could tell from the way her hips and ass cheeks were grinding against the sofa beneath her that she was enjoying everything that he was providing in the way of magnificent action.
His racing tongue kept up its speedy pursuit of his lover's erogenous zones. The tongue assault moved from her pussy hairs to other intimate parts of her vagina. He pushed his tongue sensitively against her clitoris, teasing her with it as her buttocks flounced against the sofa.
Soon he began grinding his tongue torridly against her vaginal walls, letting it slash and twist with zealous maneuverability and strength as he covered every sensitive crevice of her warm, dazzled slit.
Rocky's racing tongue kept up its steady pursuit of his lover's pussy walls. After a few more driving movements, his thoroughly hypnotized victim could no longer hold back the orgasmic flood tide that was surfacing deep within her seething womb.
He watched Nancy's stomach muscles contract as her ass cheeks ground flowingly from side to side. She began to shoot her juices into his mouth. As Rocky opened his mouth with great joy, he reached down and fondled her warmly resilient buttocks firmly. The harder that his fingers clasped around her twisting flesh, the better that she felt about being dominated by this half-beast, half-man.
"OOOH, swallow it all, Rocky," Nancy gasped loudly. "Darling, go get it. Yes, I know you want it."
Rocky continued his quick, fervent tongue thrusts. The only thing he could think of was capturing each and every searing droplet of Nancy's tasty vagina liquid. He gulped hard, making loud slurping sounds as he caught every captivating droplet of her warm fluid.
He reached down with his trembling right hand, tugging impatiently several times at his zipper. Eventually he reached inside his trousers and pulled out his steaming cock, which needed immediate action.
The hungry ex-fighter, his penis palpitating with steaming rigidity, reached down and fondled his lover's firm, ripe buttocks for a few strokes. His heart pounded with ever-increasing intensity as he pushed his flicking red tongue forward, lowering his head as he let it spear eagerly toward her left buttock.
Nancy loved the teasing sensations of Rocky's swift, talented, flowing tongue as it kept darting spiritedly against her twisting ass globe. As tongue pushed resourcefully against flesh, she heaved a series of loud, incessant gasps. Nancy was getting bowled over by the spirited timeliness of Rocky's rigid tongue as he employed it with grinding assertiveness, letting it crisply move against her rotating buttock.
He moved his tongue skillfully from buttock to buttock, after which he then removed his piercing red tongue altogether. By then he had another daring target in, sight, then puckered ring of her anus. He lowered his head, then propelled his quick, sturdy red tongue forward as it shoved up between her warm, twisting buns and into the ring of her hairless anal slit.
The quicker that Rocky let his surging tongue slide inside of her anal channel, the greater the amount of freedom that she couldn't help but feel. It wasn't until that point that Nancy recognized just how truly petrified she had been about sex. Mario had loosened her up a little, but now, in reacting to Rocky's solid, steadfast activity, she was finally beginning to learn to lose herself and let herself go with him.
His resolute tongue kept on sliding with cannonading restlessness into the sensitive inner regions of her tight anal slit. Rocky kept driving his tongue with great fervor as he pushed it all the way into the ring of her asshole. As he kept up his rapid-fire movements, her rhythmic body reacted with a sense of acute, ever-accelerating need.
Rocky kept vigorously tonguing her aroused asshole, and as he did he reached out and gripped her warm, silky thighs. After a few more spirited tongue strokes, he released his hot red digit from her aroused anus and decided to push his piercing right index finger up between her twisting white buns.
He took his sweat-dampened, thoroughly aroused lover by surprise as his finger charged forward, driving into the passionate inner depths of her rubbery rectum.
"You sure do have a tight asshole," Rocky laughed. "It's just the perfect fit for my finger."
With jolting sternness and effectiveness, Rocky kept on slashing resolutely with his torrid finger as he drove it deep inside her asshole. The quicker that his slicing finger stabbed against her anal passage, the harder that his ever-swelling cock became as his balls twitched with relentless desire.
Impressed by the way that the beautiful blonde's ass cheeks wiggled responsively to his probing finger strokes, Rocky drove his finger with a new-found fury.
"Rocky, it feels so weird," she said. "It hurts some, but it still feels great. I can't believe all that's happening to me. Maybe we'd better stop."
"We'll stop like hell," he laughed. "Over my dead body, baby. You know you want it."
Nancy thought about responding to his statement, even trying to rebut it, but thought better of it. For one thing she knew it wouldn't do her any good. She recognized that she wouldn't even believe it herself. No, it was only too clear to her that she wanted him, and that he was determined to receive as much in the way of wild sex enjoyment as any man could.
He removed his finger suddenly from her asshole, then glared down at her still quivering behind. Rocky's fingers reached out and slapped sturdily against her milky white ass globes, causing them to redden from his eager, slapping movements.
"What are you doing?" she asked in bewilderment, feeling a certain measure of smarting pain from his ass slaps.
"Have you ever had your ass fucked?" Rocky boldly asked.
"Heavens, no. I've heard that's strictly for animals."
"Sure, baby, animals like gorgeous blondes," he winked. "Nothing wrong with it. You can't knock it if you ain't tried it, right?"
"Please, let's not even think about it."
"I guess Mario didn't get around to slamming his cock up between your buns," Rocky laughed. "What a pity. What a terrible pity. For him."
"Please. Let's do something else. Anything else. Better yet, maybe you'd better leave right now. This whole thing is getting out of hand."
"Quiet down, honey. I can see that you've got to have a little lesson. You're gonna be thanking me when we finish."
"I doubt that very much. As a matter of fact, if you don't stop right now I'm gonna scream."
"No you ain't. You might yell a little, but nothing real bad. You want it. You might as well admit to me that you want it."
"No, I don't want it," she shook her head. "Please, let me alone. Not that. That's a savage act. It's strictly for animals. Like I said before. It's not for civilized human beings."
"Who the hell is civilized when it comes to wild piece of ass?" Rocky laughed. "As a matter of fact, it's about the only kind of refreshing action left for a person where you don't have to worry about acting civilized. You just let yourself go. Yes, that's the beauty of it."
Rocky moved his index finger stiffly once more, letting it gently probe inside of his helpless victim's twisting asshole.
When a grinning Rocky removed his finger from Nancy's anus, he reached down into her warm, inviting pussy. His finger dipped into her wet, sensation-filled clitoris, and from there he ran his fingers over her scalding pussy lips. In the process Rocky removed some of the juices that still remained from her wild orgasm.
"I'll slide this into your asshole," he told her. "That'll make you a little more slippery. Since that pretty asshole of yours is cherry, I don't want to hurt you too much."
Nancy's heart sank as a chilling fear overcame her. Every time she looked up at Rocky's hard, bloated cock, she couldn't help feeling intimidated. Yes, it was one thing for him to bring her to climax with his probing tongue, but it was something else for Rocky to exert animalistic impulses as he slashed his steaming stem deep inside her tight anal canal, which had never been entered by a penis in her entire life.
Nancy recognized the futility of arguing against what Rocky wanted to do. Nancy could see from the confident, determined expression on his face that he was not about to be thwarted. His stiff, aroused prick was going to push inside her asshole and that was all there was to it.
Even though it felt good to have Rocky spreading the warm, invigorating pussy fluid around inside the intimate crevices of her anal passage, Nancy felt no appreciation for the enjoyable sensations since she knew that soon enough she would be experiencing pain when his rigid, stiffly protruding cock made its way up between her warm ass globes and into her asshole.
Rocky reached down and made a quick grab for her warm thighs, tossing them over his shoulders, then grunting as he clutched his fingers tightly against her white bottom cheeks while he prepared to launch into his devastating, turgid cock attack.
Eventually he pushed his stiff, stinging organ forward, letting it begin to grind as he worked it determinedly into the tight anal passage of his beautiful lover.
She gritted her teeth and heaved a painful gasp, begging for him to at least slow up the pace and subject her to less anal abuse.
"Easy, take it easy," she gulped. "It hurts so much. I feel so much pain when you do this to me.
"That was an easy one," Rocky smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry. I'm gonna break you in gradually, sweetheart. By the time I'm through you're gonna be begging for it."
Crisply the determined Rocky continued to drive his long, intense member forward. He made certain that each subsequent stab contained more forceful contact than its predecessor. His victim's legs and ass cheeks quivered while tears of painful frustration rolled down her ever-dampening cheeks.
"Stop, please stop," she issued one final futile plea. "You don't want to hurt me, Rocky. If you really think anything of me, then please stop. Please don't do anymore."
"I think something of you, baby, but I also think something of my cock," he grinned. "I love the idea of pumping it into you. You'll love it, too. Just hang in there. Don't act like a baby. Just relax, sweetheart. Keep moving your hips around."
The harder that Rocky's penetrating contact became, the more piercing that the pain grew, but after a certain period of time the beautiful blonde noticed herself growing a little more accustomed to these strange sensations. Even though the crunching contact that he made with his flinging cock still hurt her, the pain was not becoming at least seemingly tolerable.
Never in her life had Nancy experienced anything quite like what was happening to her at this turbulent moment. Despite the fact that she was hurting from the savagery of Rocky's stiff, persistent penis thrusts, she still loved the feeling of knowing there was still a certain ecstasy that was surfacing within her over the knowledge that his surging tool was dominating her with its determined thrusts.
The grunting Rocky kept on wielding his blue-veined member, letting it grip sharply between her upthrust buttocks as he slashed with it, slamming it hard inside her relentlessly twisting bottom cheeks as he pushed that much closer to the juncture where his steaming juices would splash with voluminous desire from the end of his volcanic, semen-coated cock.
Rocky kept on digging his sturdy shaft that much deeper into her ravaged rectum until he finally found her sensitive anal ring. The harder that he slashed, the more helpless Rocky became to hold back the quivering flood tide of orgasm that he knew had to be inevitably released from the end of his burning tool. Even though he would have liked to hold things off for a little longer, the situation was long past the point of hesitation. The burning, itching, relentless desires that gushed throughout his body, focused particularly in the tip of his rangy cock and his bloated balls, informed him of just how close he was to the tremulous moment when the spraying white fluids would splash from the end of his mammoth, driving cock.
He felt his semen-bloated testicles scraping against the nether cheeks of his excited victim, who was now beginning to enjoy the pleasure-pain syndrome of which she was a part, while he kept on ramming his hard, skewering cock up between her twisting buns.
Following a few more slashing, determined forward assaults, the waves of helpless anxiety flowed more quickly than ever through his warm balls.
The thick white penis fluid started to spray, shooting from the end of Rocky's stiffly rigid cock. As the white thickness continued to spill out of him, Rocky reached down and slapped at his helpless victim's rhythmically twisting ass cheeks a few more times.
"Damned, what an ass," he grunted. "Ooooh, what a fuck."
When Rocky removed his cock from his helpless lover's asshole, she shook her head wearily.
"I still can't figure any of it out," Nancy admitted. "I liked a lot of it, even when my ass was just killing me. What pain. I doubt that I'll ever be the same again."
"Yes, you will," he assured her laughingly. "It'll just hurt for a little bit. You're a tough gal, honey, and you'll get over it. It's sensitive because you just aren't used to getting fucked there. I'm sure you remember the first time that you got your pussy fucked."
"One hardly forgets anything like that." "Yeah, and I'll bet you can remember the pain. Didn't it hurt like hell?" "Of course it did."
"Well, did it stop you from getting fucked that way again?"
"No, but don't try and extract a promise from me to give you more of what I just did."
"No need to get any promise. You're as oversexed as I am. Besides, I didn't really do it with your consent, did I?"
"As a matter of fact, you were a real beast about it."
Rocky slipped his now-satisfied cock back into his trousers. As he zipped up he threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"Yes, I've got a lot of the beast in me," he admitted proudly. "A lot of women have told me that they couldn't see any different between the way that I fought in the ring and the way that I screw."
"I can see what they mean. You're like the original battering ram." Nancy took a long, hard look at Rocky as he slid his body upward from the sofa and straightened it. There she was, stark naked, her lean, alabaster body slung over the edge of the sofa, half on it, half off of it.
"You've got as fantastic a body as I've ever seen," Rocky told her. "That damned kid Mario. Is he ever shrewd. He really knows how to pick a woman."
"I'm sure you do."
"I always tell Mario that if they're worth having, and usually he won't pick them if they aren't, then it's just a question of time before I'm gonna get around to fucking these same broads."
"Aren't we good for anything but fucking?" Nancy asked with just a tinge of irritation.
"Sure, some of you make damned good cooks," Rocky laughed robustly at his own joke.
"That's it? Cooking and screwing?"
"Maybe if you give me a week or two to think about it I'll come up with something else."
"It sounds like you have a very low opinion of us. First you do something to me nobody else has ever done and leave me feeling intense waves of pain. Then you tell me you've got no respect for me. Of course, I guess it figures. If you had that much respect for me you wouldn't have done what you just did."
"You've got it all wrong," Rocky shook his head. "I do have respect for you, honey. But you need a good screw just like anybody else. As far as the rest of it was concerned, hell, I was just kidding. Don't you remember me complimenting you on being a good worker earlier tonight?"
"Yes, I remember that."
"Okay, if you weren't good for anything but fucking and cooking, I wouldn't have said that, would I?"
"You might have if you were just trying to soften me up to get me in a good mood for sex."
"You're a good thinker, a damned good thinker, a shrewd gal," Rocky chuckled. "Yeah, I can see why you might think that, but it doesn't happen to be true. Take the old Rock's word for it. I've really had a lot of respect for you right from the beginning. I could see you had something special when I escorted you into Mario's office for the first time. As a matter of fact, I think I helped you get the job."
"How was that?"
"I stood outside the door for a few seconds there and kind of gave old Mario the high sign."
"When did that happen?"
"We've got a way of working these little signals out so that nobody except for the two of us knows. He thinks a lot of my judgment and I think a lot of his, so we're always trying to help each other out. I think the world of Mario and his father and they both think the same of me. Like I told you before, if I wasn't so damned loyal I wouldn't have worked for the family for so many years. It's been a great association."
"Apparently it has. I guess you live quite well."
"Nothing but the best," Rocky grinned as he walked toward the door. "Thanks for a great evening, honey. You're one hell of a terrific fuck, and coming from me that's quite a compliment since this cock of mine has been around."
"I'm sure it has. Spare me all the details."
Rocky laughed once more.
"You really are a quick-witted dame. I like that," he said.
"I'm sure Harold is angry by now. You've kept him waiting quite awhile."
"Like I told you before, don't worry about Harold. He's used to waiting."
"Probably particularly when you escort women up to their apartments."
"Yeah, especially then," he laughed. "Old Harold. Every now and then he gets jealous of me. Jealous of me for following up on Mario's interesting pussy."
"I hope that wasn't the only reason I was hired. You know, the one thing that I wanted more than anything else was to be able to prove myself on a job. I hate this idea of male chauvinism. Of a girl being hired just because a guy wants to go to bed with her."
"You worry too much," Rocky shook his head as he reached out and opened the door. "Nothing like that, honey. Nothing like that at all. Actually, if Mario didn't trust you and if I didn't trust you, you wouldn't be given the responsibilities that you have. Incidentally, while I think of it, you don't have to come in until Monday."
"Really? Why is that?" a surprised Nancy asked.
"Mario called late this afternoon. Just before I asked you to go to the fights. He told me to tell you that. He's got a little more work there than expected. It's taking longer than he figured. So he figures that you don't have all that much work to do."
"As a matter of fact, I don't, but I thought he was coming back in."
"Naw, he's gotten tied up a little. So then we'll see you in the office on Monday. Come in around ten."
"Fine. I'll see you then." "Good-night," Rocky waved.
As Rocky closed the door behind him, Nancy's head began to spin once more. Just what was she getting into? First Mario and now Rocky had subjected her to uninhibited sexual savagery unlike anything she had ever experienced. Also, she couldn't help but notice, there was a side of her that definitely enjoyed it.
CHAPTER NINE
Nancy spent her long weekend resting. Her mind occasionally became troubled as she focused on all of the events that had transpired since she went to work for Mario Pasateri. Her brain fell into a quandary trying to analyze just exactly where her thoughts had taken her. She could scarcely believe just how enthusiastically she had responded to the sexual overtures on the part of both Mario and Rocky. She thought about the fact that they had both in a large sense forced themselves on her, particularly Rocky, who wasn't about to take no for an answer in his pursuit of sensuality.
There was something else that troubled the beautiful blonde. Something strange was amiss. She found her feminine intuition telling her that she did not begin to know or understand the dimensions of the operation of which she was a part. For one thing, she couldn't help but observe how studiously Mario had avoided telling her scarcely anything about the details of his business. It was mysterious as well just what the figures concerned that she had been asked to work on. She was constantly tabulating figures, adding and subtracting, and where it all led she knew not.
The one thing that she told herself was that she must find out something about her boss. Certainly something more than his bedroom propensities. She had to discover just what kind of a business she was involving herself with, and once that Monday rolled around, she was more determined than ever as she arrived at the office at ten.
Additional suspicion was aroused on her part by a telephone call that came in while Rocky had gone across the street to buy some coffee. Mario had yet to return from Las Vegas, even though he had called earlier from the airport and was expected at any minute.
She answered the telephone.
"Pasateri Enterprises," she began. "Can I help you?"
The voice on the other line was that of a troubled, nervous man who alternately spoke rapidly and slowly. At every turn, however, his voice remained heavily laden with tension.
"Yeah, this is Harry Ames," the man said. "Can I speak to Mario, please?"
"Mr. Pasateri is expected shortly. If you'd care to leave your phone number I can have him get back to you, Mr. Ames."
"No, that isn't necessary," he blurted. "You see, well, I've got something really important to talk to him about. He's got my number. I just need to talk to him. You say he's gonna be in soon?"
"That's right."
"How soon?"
"I believe I told you that he's expected any minute."
"Yeah, maybe you did. Sorry if I missed it. Okay, then I'll be waiting for his call back."
"Any message to give him?"
"No, he knows what it's all about."
With that the caller hung up. Nancy made a notation on a tablet she kept at her desk for such purposes, even though she realized that she wasn't about to forget this man's name. There was something urgent in his manner that caused her to immediately take notice.
A few minutes later Rocky returned.
"I've go your coffee," he grinned. "Got it just the way you ordered it. Black, right?"
"That's right."
"Anything exciting happen while I was gone?" "Yes, a man called. He sounded like he was troubled."
"Who was it?" Rocky asked with great concern. "Said his name was Ames, Harry Ames." "That son-of-a-bitch," Rocky gritted his teeth. "What's the matter with him?" "Owes Mario money. The bastard. I'll set him straight."
"You're gonna call him? He asked to talk to Mario."
"That's all right. That's one guy I want to talk to. I'll take care of that right now."
Nancy watched as Rocky gulped down the entire contents from the paper coffee container. He crumbled up the paper cup, hurling it into a nearby waste basket. He turned on his heels and walked into Mario's office.
Even though Nancy did her level best to concentrate on the figures before her, she couldn't help but think about the mysterious telephone call and the angry manner in which Rocky had responded when he heard the name Harry Ames. She remembered what she had told herself. Nancy had decided over the weekend that she had to play things more cautiously. That meant finding out a little more about Mario Pasateri and his whole operation.
Nancy hated very much to put herself in the classification of an eavesdropper, she decided that she had no other choice. This time her feminine intuition was telling her that the situation might be urgent indeed. There was something strange about the secrecy relating to Pasateri Enterprises. Nancy had always been told by her father that whenever too great a cloud of secrecy exists over anything that trouble is generally the consequence.
She kept on letting her father's words reverberate in her mind as she got up from her desk and tiptoed slowly toward the hall. Nancy slinked toward Mario's office, stopping just a few feet away from it. She noticed that the heavy wooden door was tightly closed. That meant that there was no way for her to hear what was going on.
Nancy turned and walked back into her office, sipping the rest of her coffee, then sighing with frustration as she sat back down at her desk.
Just as she was about to get back to her work, she heard the door to the outer hallway open. A few moments later Mario Pasateri was standing in the hallway, looking into her eyes, grinning.
"Hello there," he began cheerily. "It looks as if my girl's busily at work. I guess I got myself a live wire in more ways than one."
"Greetings, boss. How was Las Vegas?"
"It can be a lot of fun, but this time I was just bogged down in work," he shook his head. "Oh, well, I'm back to the city. So how have you been?"
"All right. I was beginning to wonder when you were gonna make it in. You phoned earlier and said you'd be in right away."
"Oh, yeah. Well, I decided that I'd go home and just take a brief nap. Not much more than a catnap, mind you, but it got me rolling."
"The reason I was wondering was that you got a call."
"Yeah. Who from?"
Nancy decided to test Mario. Just maybe she could resolve this mystery through incorporating a little strategy. She wanted to find out if Mario was as concerned about Harry Ames as Was Rocky.
"A man by the name of Harry Ames called," she revealed. "Sounded troubled."
"I'll be damned. Hell, he ought to be."
With that her boss turned and walked away. Moments later he jerked open the door to his private office.
Nancy got up slowly from her chair, walking toward the door. As she stood in the hallway she observed that the door was still open. Apparently Mario was so eager to talk to Harry Ames that he wasn't even taking the precaution of closing his door. She heard the sound of Rocky's booming voice. It was the first time she ever heard him express himself so angrily. His sometimes squeaky, high-pitched voice contained almost a comical quality as he half-snorted, half-shouted. The comedy value was soon lost when she listened carefully to the content of his message.
"Ames, you'd better come clean," he growled. "You'd really better. For your own good. For your own damned good. That is, if you value your health."
There was a pause. Rocky spoke again.
"Mario, you're back," he said. "I'm on the phone with this scoundrel Ames."
"Give me that phone," Mario said with a tone of impatience."
"Ames, I hope you get the message," Mario said in a cold, blunt manner. "I don't care what your excuses are. I've given you enough extensions. Hell, you ran up all those race-track losses, and then you figured you'd get it all back by betting on Mohammed Ali. A lot of guys weren't even making book on Ali because he was favored by so much over Spinx. I did you a favor. So Ali lost. I mean, this is a business proposition. You've got to get that through your thick skull. Hell, you're a businessman. You ought to realize that we're in business, too."
"Damned right we are," Rocky roared. "Don't be talking so damned nice to the son-of-a-bitch. He's just like any other dead beat. The only thing that the bastard understands is force."
"Cool off, Rocky, I'm getting to that," Mario said.
Nancy immediately noticed the difference between Rocky's rattled, angry tones and those of Mario. Even though it was obvious that Mario was angry, his voice reflected a certain coldness rather than an explosive kind of anger. "Anyway, Ames, I'm through with giving you extensions. Yeah, yeah, I know the whole thing. You're depending on this deal or that deal and you'll have the bread by a week from Friday. I'm not gonna give you that long. As a matter of fact, I'm gonna give you just until this Friday. That's all."
There was silence. Nancy reasoned that the acutely frustrated Harry Ames must be speaking. Suddenly she heard Mario's voice once again. This time it boomed resonantly and confidently through the air. He was speaking a little louder than before, although certainly not as loudly as had his friend Rocky.
"Get this, Ames, and I mean really get it," Mario said authoritatively. "We're through with any playing around. That's all there is to it, I'm gonna sick a little muscle on you, Ames, if you don't come through on Friday. I mean I expect to see you in this office at ten-thirty. You got that? Okay, so you've got an appointment for then. You cancel that appointment. If there's one thing that I won't stand for it's a damned dead beat. You heard what Rocky said. You're gonna get a hell of an ass whipping at the very least. But it'll be a lot more than an ass whipping. It's something that you're gonna carry with you for good, that is, if you're around at all after this. I usually don't threaten in quite this way, but you just happen to piss me off. I'm not taking any of the crap you keep coming up with. I've given you enough extensions and you're gonna be here on Friday with everything you owe me. If you aren't. Well, as I guess you can figure out for yourself, Rocky can be a tough customer. If I want to use Rocky, that is."
"I want to take care of this one by myself," Rocky exploded.
"Who knows. I might use somebody else. Maybe some out-of-town boys. As you know, Ames, I've got plenty of contacts. Just keep that in mind. Do a little thinking between now and Friday and I think you'll see things my way."
With that Mario Pasateri hung up the telephone. Nancy's entire body trembled as she continued standing in the doorway, her fists clenched, tears rolling down both sides of her face.
"What do you think of that for nerve?" Mario exclaimed, never raising his voice. "He wants an extension. The damned little fucking worm wants an extension. Who the hell does he think he is?"
"He must think you're Santa Claus."
"Santa Claus. He must think I'm a retarded idiot. I mean, you've got to set some kind of an example with these dead beats, right?"
"Damned right," Rocky agreed.
The threatening talk in which Mario and Rocky engaged left Nancy feeling totally shattered.
She could see it all so clearly now as she sobbed hysterically, her head pushed against the wall and her hands held above her head.
Nancy felt several times as if she would faint. She was so distraught over the recognition that she was working for a gambling ring and one that apparently was tightly administered, even to the point of resorting to violence whenever need be, that she had forgotten about the conversation between the two men. Even though it lapsed into silence, she was not aware of that face or any other. The only thing that concerned her was that she was apparently in trouble. Here she had painstakingly avoided getting involved with other men for fear that she would be in the same kind of situation that had embarrassed her when she had worked for Ken Holt. So now she had involved herself in something considerably worse. Not only had she been successfully seduced by both Mario and Rocky, but, in addition, she had gotten involved in a criminal operation.
"She heard it!" she was suddenly jolted back to reality by Mario's surprised voice.
She blinked her tear-reddened eyes open, observing the frowning figure of Mario standing just a few feet away. Rocky came running toward them, stopping next to Mario, then shaking his head.
"She heard what we were talking about, Mario?" Rocky asked, looking first at Mario, then at Nancy.
"Perhaps she'd better answer that question," Mario looked into her eyes with hypnotic intensity.
At first Nancy was so stunned that she could say nothing. Her head turned away for several long seconds. Finally it turned back toward Mario. His deep-set anthracite eyes continued to stare pensively at her.
"How about it?" Mario asked in a calm, low tone. "Let's talk about it, honey. How much of that conversation did you hear?"
"I didn't hear anything, nothing at all," she shook her head tenaciously.
Even though she did her best to prevent it, some tears began to stream involuntarily down her cheeks. In addition, her body began to tremble, particularly her arms and hands.
"You're shook up about something," Mario said. "You heard us. You heard our conversation."
"You might as well admit it," Rocky said calmly. "We never keep any secrets in this organization."
"That's right," Mario confirmed with a vigorous nod.
"What are you gonna do to me?" she looked first into Mario's eyes, then into Rocky's.
Rocky looked at Mario. The two men exchanged perplexed shrugs.
"How do I usually treat a beautiful woman like you?" Mario asked. "What do you think I'm gonna do?"
"I really don't know," she replied.
"It's not gonna be like something in a gangster movie. I can assure you, Nancy, that I have no intention of going for my gun. Neither does Rocky."
"Well, a gun maybe," Rocky quipped laughingly, "but not the one you were talking about."
"That's old Rocky for you. His mind's never above his belt buckle for very long."
"Why should it be? It's more fun to keep it below the belt."
"You've got a point, my good man, you've got a point," Mario said. "Maybe that's why we've gotten along so well for so many years. At any rate, honey, eventually we would have told you all this. It's just that we were planning on breaking you in a little more slowly. We wanted you to get the hang of things. To broaden your perspective so that you could see things realistically."
Nancy half-walked, half-staggered over toward her desk. She heaved a deep sigh as she threw her body downward turbulently into her chair. Once again she began to feel faint. She wondered if she would pass out. Nancy kept telling herself to relax, to get a grip on things. It would only make matters worse if she did faint in front of these two men. It would demonstrate the extent to which she had been seized by panic.
"Sorry, it's just that this is awfully tough for me to take," she shook her head. "I've always tried to do the right thing. To be very cautious. So now look where I am."
"Don't let all that tough conversation with Ames fool you," Mario said. "Actually, we're not gonna rough him up too bad. The one thing we've got to get across to him and others like him, though, is that we expect people to abide by their financial commitments. If we allowed guys to get away with what he's trying to we'd all be in trouble. We'd never be able to run any kind of operation at all."
"I can see it from your standpoint," she admitted, "but maybe you can see the whole thing from mine. I'm just not used to living like this. I'm not used to getting involved in any kind of criminal activities."
"We're not gonna ask you to do anything other than take care of some bookkeeping. To answer a few calls on the phone. Just routine work of that kind," Rocky explained.
"I know that so far you've never suggested that I do anything wrong. But what did you mean, Mario, when you said that soon my perspective would change?"
"We figured that in time you could ignore the fact that we've got a gambling ring going. Hell, we're not really trying to hurt anybody. We're just making some money cashing in on a natural impulse people have. The gambling impulse. That's what I'm trying to get across now. I would have liked to have conditioned you a little more gradually."
"You mean brainwashing?"
"Maybe in a way," Mario shrugged. "After all, we all seem to be brainwashed in one way or another to start with. At any rate, I'm sorry you found out this way and I'm sorry that it's been such a jolt for you."
"These numbers that I've been typing up."
"Yes?" Mario eyed her alertly.
"I guess that these are debts. Is that right? People owe you those amounts?"
"That's right. Not only that, but we've also had you compile how much people had paid toward their debts as opposed to how much they owe. We've extended quite a few people. It's just this guy Ames had let things get out of hand."
"We shouldn't have extended him anymore credit," Rocky surmised.
"Yeah, that's true. The guy kept telling me that everything would be okay. On top of that he figured that Ali couldn't lose and that he'd get some of his money back that way. But when Spinx won, I guess the guy really flipped out."
"What did he do?" Nancy asked.
"He went out of town for a few weeks on a long drunk, when he came back he had more bills staring him in the face. He tried to run away from things and that's bad. That's one thing we're not gonna let anybody get away with. None of the people we deal with are gonna be able to do that."
"If they can pull that successfully then we're through," Rocky said.
"What about all this talk about hit men?" Nancy looked at Mario warily.
"I mentioned getting guys out of town. I wouldn't really have them do anymore than rough him up. I think that would take care of it. Hell, what good would it do to bump him off anyway? We'd never get our money back."
"On top of that, we don't like to play the game that way," Rocky said. "The only way we're ever gonna get that violent is if somebody pushes us into the corner and, I mean, really pushes hard."
"That's right," Mario concurred.
"I'm just so mixed up. I can't get over any of this. I'm sorry. I probably ought to just give you my notice today."
"Come on now, let's not be foolish," Mario said. He walked over toward Nancy's desk, reaching out and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You'll be all right. This has just been too much of a blow for you to take. I can see why, considering the way it happened. You heard us making with the tough talk on the phone. That rattled you. You're a nice, sensitive girl, so I'm not all that surprised. After all, you've got to remember that our world isn't as gentle as yours might be."
"I suppose that's so," she shook her head. "I don't know. Right now I can't seem to make heads or tails out of anything you're saying. It's just too stunning."
"Tell you what. Let's go for a little drive. Maybe have a drink. It'll loosen you up a little."
"I think probably the best thing for me to do is to go home."
"Naw, we'll go out for a little drive," Mario smiled. "Rocky will be happy to take care of the office while we're gone. Right, Rock?"
"I certainly will," Rocky said. "You know you can count on me."
"Yes, Rocky's been old faithful all these years. That's why I brought him out to the West Coast with me. The perfect guy to have around. The capable lieutenant.
"I ain't a college-trained kid like Mario," Rocky grinned, "but I'm sure as hell street smart. I've been around long enough to recognize con games no matter how they surface."
"You'd better believe it," Mario said, looking once again into Nancy's eyes. "This man is very shrewd. That's why I enjoy having him around. Anyway, like I said before, you need a little bit of a breather. I'm gonna see that you get it."
Nancy finally succumbed, deciding to go along with Mario's suggestion. By then she knew that she couldn't very well refuse Mario such a request. She was in too awkward a position. He was only too well aware of the potentially incriminating information that she had at her disposal. It made her wonder if he was concerned enough to want to engage in an act of violence against her. She wondered if perhaps Mario was the type who could kill someone.
Fearful thoughts continued to flood her brain as she rode down the elevator to the subterranean garage. They climbed into the black Cadillac limousine and Harold drove them through the streets of Beverly Hills. At first they drove past the lavish clothing stores and shops on Wilshire Boulevard, after which the chauffeur swung a right turn and headed into the residential section of the city.
"Where to, boss?" Harold asked.
"Drive around the pretty homes for a little while," he grinned. "I'll tell you where to after that."
"All right, Mario. Whatever you say."
Nancy said nothing. She continued to stare out the window of the spacious limousine. She could see the carefree faces on children who were playing in the school yard during their recess break. She kept wishing that she was in the same carefree position, far removed from the tensions that afflicted so many people in life, particularly somebody like herself, who was working in the midst of a gambling ring.
"Harold, you can drive us to my place," Mario finally suggested.
Nancy's heart sank. She wondered what would be in store for her next. Her troubled brain conjured up a terrible scene in which he would pull out a gun and shoot her. But would he want to do something like that in his own home? Or close to it? Of course, she didn't even know as if he was really leveling when he asked his chauffeur to drive them to his house. For all she knew this was some kind of cue. Maybe she was in more trouble than she realized.
She actually felt a measure of relief when she observed the picturesque, spacious home of Mario Pasateri loom in the distance. Harold negotiated a right turn into the long, crescent-shaped driveway. He pulled the automobile to a stop, after which Mario bounded out quickly; Mario elegantly held the door open for Nancy, who exited the car quickly. She still felt a little weakness at the knees, but certainly not as bad as before. Perhaps he wasn't going to do anything drastic to her.
"Just wait out here," Mario said calmly.
"Right, boss," Harold saluted dutifully.
Immediately Mario led his secretary into the bedroom. She watched as he removed his coat and tie. Mario walked slowly over toward the bar, and soon he was conscientiously engaged in drink mixing.
"I'm whipping up some Martinis," he smiled proudly. "You'll like my Martinis. I make the damned driest Martinis around. Everybody raves about them. You're gonna get your chance to try one and I predict you'll be raving, too."
"Maybe so," Nancy said.
"In the meantime, why don't you get more comfortable?"
"Thank you, I will."
Nancy slid her body downward into a comfortable easy chair.
"That isn't what I meant," Mario laughed, continuing to conscientiously mix a martini pitcher.
"What did you mean?"
"You should know by now. Come on now. You're a pretty smart girl. You mean to say you don't know what I'm talking about?"
"I'm not sure."
"Get your clothes off, honey. Relax. That's what I mean by getting comfortable around this house. The next time I guess you'll have my jargon down pat so that you won't be the least bit surprised, right?"
"Okay. Sorry that I misunderstood."
Even though Nancy continued to feel a certain amount of uncomfortableness around Mario, she also experienced a measure of relief. If he wanted her to remove her clothes then that meant he was more than likely thinking about having sex and not engaging in an act of violence toward her.
In a matter of minutes she had removed her yellow dress, after which she then stripped off her panties and bra. She stretched her long, lean form languorously in the middle of the huge bed.
"What a body you've got," Mario grinned. "These Martinis are really gonna pick us up. Just what the doctor ordered. Hell, I've really been going like crazy the last few days. I was organizing an office in Vegas. Of course, it's perfectly legal there. All the same, I'm the silent partner. I'm not gonna give the Feds any ideas about me. If they see me taking name credit in one place, even in a state where it's legal, then the next thing you know they're gonna be claiming that I'm doing that here. You get what I mean?" "I see your point."
"I guy like me can't be too careful in this business. After all, even my old man, as cagey as he is, got caught once and did five years time. He's told me so many times since to be careful, to not take any big chances. Particularly stupid chances. So that's the way that I've always played it."
A few moments later a proud, smiling Mario served up a Martini to Nancy. She wanted desperately to alleviate the tension that she felt, and so she quickly gulped down the entire contents of the glass. Her head spun crazily and she felt just a slight tinge of a headache. Mario looked at her and grinned.
"You really gulped that one down in no time," he said. "I'm lagging behind."
Quickly Mario finished his drink. He took Nancy's empty glass, then poured refills for the two of them.
Even though it was obvious to Nancy that Mario had mixed an exceedingly strong Martini, she was not about to play it cautiously. She was all too eager to let herself go, to relax, to stop thinking about all of the dangers that she was immersed in.
After the two of them had downed their second round of Martinis, Mario walked over toward the bed. He stared down lustfully at the beautiful blonde.
"Just look at those legs," he sighed. "So lean, so lovely. Just like the limbs of a dancer. You look terrific, honey. Am I ever gonna give you a good time."
She watched as Mario quickly stripped off his clothes. She observed with particular interest as he slid his shorts down his trembling legs. After stepping out of them, he looked down at his hard, dangling cock, which was exceedingly rigid and ready for instant action.
"I guess that tells the story on how I feel about you," he grinned. "Do you like the looks of that big stick?"
"It sure does look like it's ready."
"I'm always ready for you. You're the kind of gal I could fuck again and again, over and over."
She watched as Mario eased' his naked body downward onto the bed. Soon his fingers were pressing gently against the warmth of her firm alabaster breasts.
Nancy continued to lie silently in the middle of the bed, her legs lewdly and compliantly extended, wondering all the while just what her handsome lover had in mind.
She kept watching him as he threw his rippling, muscular body across her chest. Nancy listened to the loud, incessant gasps that he emitted as his mouth fastened quickly over her left breast. The beautiful woman could feel the warm, moist coupling as his lips closed tightly over her budding ruby node of flesh. Mario's seething mouth eagerly tantalized her sensitive nipple, which tautened appreciatively with each and every touch. Hungry slurping sounds emanated from his mouth more readily than before as her firm breast was vacuumed between his pistoning lips.
The booze had succeeded in at least partially reducing the panic-stricken feeling she had felt in the pit of her stomach for so long, from the time of the conversation involving Ames, but now that Mario Pasateri was supplying her with such excitement in the form of his tender yet exhilarating tongue ministrations, her emotional equilibrium was resurfacing. A new experience started to overcome her, one that was closely akin to what she had felt earlier with Mario, but this was even more fascinating and enjoyable. It started from her dazzling tit and rippled along her stomach, culminating in her searing vagina. A tickling sensation titillated her inflamed box as her cunt dampened and she started to ooze erogenous juices. Nancy could see that she was undergoing a gradual educational process.
Mario eagerly clamped his hand over her moist twat. His lascivious massage evoked stronger excitation in her firm, fiery loins. Her cunt juices began to flow with exceeding arousal. He moved his finger with superb expertise along her moist slit, stimulating the invigorated pinkish-red folds of aroused flesh. His stroking finger moved eagerly upward to her tiny button of joy. Just touching her sensitive, seething clitoris sent an electrical spark, bursting inside her. The lovely blonde was thrilled by the contact and once more she felt her heart beginning to surge at an ever-heightening crescendo.
Even though the thought occurred to her that she should protest this kind of violation of her body, she knew she was not about to do so. Now she was becoming more acclimated than ever, and this time she had not complained one solitary bit about when Mario had begun taking liberties with her. She recognized that Mario was the kind of man who possessed a charismatic magic, and whose every thought and deed could be successfully transmitted to her. She recognized only too well that, in the final analysis, she would never oppose this strong, handsome man. The longer that she experienced his company, the more thoroughly hypnotized she became. There was a blissful sort of intrigue involved with this man unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life.
A soft moan of joyous rapture rolled from her thick, impassioned red lips as Mario sucked on her fleshy breast and eagerly teased her dampened clitoris.
Her snatch was saturated from the quickly induced vaginal fluids. The friction on her budding node of quivering flesh started a bonfire of passion in her crotch. She could feel the heat penetrating her pores as the erogenous conflagration grew by leaps and bounds.
Mario smiled as he heard Nancy groan in ecstatic pleasure. He loved watching the way that her firm, trim thighs would spontaneously twist while he continued his stimulating activity, x His strumming fingers continued to maul Nancy's sensitive clitoris with eager, tantalizing friction. She could feel a rushing exhilaration speeding thunderously inside her squeamish stomach.
The speeding sensation soon reached a fever pitch and shot back toward her electrified cunt, which felt all kinds of quivering sparks of anxiety. The brunette wiggled her restless hips, grinding her firm buttocks against the soft, crisp white bed sheets beneath her, trying to comprehend the incomprehensible. Attempting to figure out just how and why she could get this excited with the tall, dark man who was absorbing her every sensuous thought.
Her body instinctively tightened, then began to suddenly convulse in the throes of a violent orgasmic explosion.
Nancy's face was dramatically flushed as she heaved a deep sigh. The sensuous brunette moved her pelvis in awkward coital thrusts at the orgasmic throbbing released a thick flow of surging love juice.
Mario allowed her several minutes to catch her breath following the devastating orgasm that he had induced through his spirited finger activity.
After she finally caught her breath, Mario reached down with his right hand and let it slide slowly and tenderly up and down her long, silky thigh.
"You're so firm," he whispered, withdrawing his hand. "At any rate, my dear, I've got to say that you completely enchant me."
"I do?"
"Naturally." "Why?"
"What a foolish question," he laughed, patting her on top of the head. "You've got lots to offer."
"But I'm sure you've known lots of girls with plenty to offer."
"Nobody with quite your uniqueness, my dear," he smiled.
As Nancy looked up at her lover with wide-eyed curiosity, he pushed his hard, surging cock forward, allowing it to intrude with ripping impact as it pushed against her sensitive vagina.
"What a body," he grunted. "What a cunt. A nice tight cunt. So many of these beautiful women I've screwed have been in there with so many guys. They get so damned loose it's sickening. But you, honey, you're tight. Damned tight. That's what makes it so much fun."
The determined, grunting Mario kept moving forward as his surging prick impaled her twat. Instinctively the beautiful, panting woman began to wiggle her hips, letting them move in a rhythmic side-to-side motion as he kept on driving his hard, thundering shaft into her, letting it imbed with a throbbing beat against her searingly moist cuntal flesh.
She was only too well aware by then of the warm, heavy moisture in her pussy. She had exploded already and was not that far from juicing again.
All the while Nancy could hear the heavy sounds of her lover's breathing as he remained on top of her, enjoying the lascivious sensation of fucking her warm, emblazoned cunt. Her vaginal flesh fitted in the tight grip around his eager, ever-throbbing phallus as he kept on tearing his scorching prick into her like a steady torpedo, moving it with unrelenting fury as it gripped pulsatingly into the tight warmth of her vagina.
The longer he fucked her, the more accustomed that Nancy found herself becoming to the presence of his steadily intruding prick as it surged inside the growing warmth in her cunt. She was immersed in a sea of lascivious intoxication that was overcoming her entire body. The phallic fury being unleashed by her lover's steadily rampaging cock was pushing her that much nearer to a warm and dramatic climax.
"OHHH, AHHH, I can't hold it back anymore," she sighed. "OOOOH, OHHH, it's shooting. It's gushing. I'm all wet, OHHH, I'm orgasming."
Her sweaty hips ground back and forth a few more times as the droplets of hot pussy juice exploded from her organ. All the while the inspired Mario increasingly stepped up his pace. At first he was eager to prolong his screw, and so he moved slowly, patiently sliding his lust-bloated, swollen cock into the tightness of her sensation-filled vagina. But now a wild inescapable intensity was inflaming him, invoking the necessity of driving his stampeding cock into her with more excitement than ever. The pressure of his surging penis movements produced new carnal thrills which circulated throughout his entire body.
When she had had sex with Mario the first time the beautiful blonde had been plagued intermittently by feelings of guilt. The guilt pangs were now a thing of the past as she flipped her hips wildly, flinging her buttocks upward and meeting his quick, stimulating thrusts with upthrusting movements of her own.
"That's it, fire back to me," he smiled. "I love watching that beautiful, overactive butt. It just shows how turned on you're getting. You see, this had got a lot to recommend it, honey. You knew you wanted it right from the beginning. I was determined to give it to you. It was the best thing that could have happened to you. You don't have that lonely look on your face anymore."
Nancy's twisting buttocks kept on grinding resiliently against the crisp white bed sheets beneath her.
Every now and then she would let out a loud erotic moan. Her body had become consumed in a blazing torrential heat, fever induced by the mutual lascivious lust that she was sharing with her rampaging lover, whose elongated, throbbing spear kept on driving with deep, searing rapidity inside her tight, thrashing vaginal walls.
For several moments Nancy's carnal ecstasy was interrupted by thoughts of guilt. She wondered just what her parents would think if they were able to see her right this moment. Then she thought about it some more and concluded that it was about time for her to be breaking out of her shell, and there she was, her trembling, sweat-stained legs moving with great dispatch as Mario kept slashing her with his driving penis, pounding her with pulsating desire while beads of sweat rolled down his ever-reddening cheeks.
Every time that she let out a loud, animalistic mewl, her rampaging lover would attack her with even greater fury. His fingers moved forward, pistoning with stirring rigidity as they gripped against her breasts.
"You're all sex, you just never stop," she sighed with an air of disbelief.
"Of course I am," he laughed. "You're such an enticing target. Damned, what a set of tits you've got. What a gorgeous cunt."
Nancy's smooth, trim hips rocked while Mario's shimmering shaft continued to plunge against her tight, elastic tunnel. He continued to shove his cock in and out with firm, deliberate strokes. His steaming prick scraped against the pulsating walls of her moist vagina and she kept on savoring the subtle sensuality of his pumping prong. The forceful bump of his excited pelvis pounded against the vee of her inflamed crotch. Deep in her warmly saturated pussy she felt the violent stabs of his incessantly probing cock.
Finally the stunning blonde was unable to contain herself any longer. Her lover's forcefully driving sexual ramrod provoked untold rapture within her. With vigorous abandon Nancy started to match his fucking motions, driving her hips more quickly than ever as instinctive reflex guided her every movement.
Her snowy white ass bounced gracefully against the bed. She gyrated her firm, twisting ass, tumbling her hips in sensual undulation. She wanted to repeat the thrilling exhilaration of her earlier orgasm, in which she had exploded her seething female nectars under the devastating friction that had been supplied by her lover's inflamed, talented fingers. The lascivious turbulence was brewing into a raging storm in her erogenous, sensation-dampened joy hole.
She started breathing deeply in passionate sobs. The twin mounds of her ripe, ruby-tipped breast flesh bounced up and down in methodical cadence as the action continued.
Nancy let out a series of voluptuous moans, enthralled in a state of complete sexual rapture while her determined lover's driving, turbulent cock kept on slashing deep inside her hot hole. She observed the sweat dampening his forehead and both sides of his face with even greater intensity than before. All the while he kept on stampeding with his sizable stem, letting it slash inside her slickened vaginal walls as her lover gritted his teeth and kept on gasping, pumping relentlessly for everything that he was worth.
"You wanted it all right," he grinned. "Look at the way that butt of yours is moving. Keep sliding it up to meet every thrust."
"Like this?"
"That's right. That's it. That's the way to do it. I love it."
The carnal exhilaration that permeated Nancy's entire being caused her to lose all sense of decorum and perspective. A perversely immoral personality seized total possession of her as she heaved a deep gasp, then cut loose with some loud, animalistic mewls.
Mario smiled confidently, responding to her lustful exhortations as he pumped his furious cock at an accelerating tempo. She could hear his breathing becoming increasingly more rapid. The exertion of his scintillating efforts made him heave a series of deep gasps as he sent his warm breath into her face. It felt good to have Mario breathing on her. Any kind of intimate contact with her rampaging lover thrilled her no end as her heart pulsated with ever-accelerating fury.
They continued driving their sweaty, thrill-strained bodies with frenzied coital movements. Nancy shifted her pelvis in tandem with her lover's blistering, energetic penis thrusts.
Their perspiring bodies thrashed in rapturous delight as Mario's elongated, blue-veined member pistoned in frantic thrusts, pushing ever nearer to the moment when the droplets of his hot, white orgasmic fluid would spray from the end of his rampaging, erect phallus. The furious brunette met his hurried strokes, matching them with her own frenzied pelvis gyrations.
Total and complete elation overcame her as Nancy kicked her legs appreciatively, her hips squirming with restless delight. His tightness was followed by shivering sensations that her impassioned boss demonstrated. She looked into his face. Mario's eyes were closed in sensual gratification. He made a slight gasping sound, then took a long, deep breath. The tight flesh of her ravaged cunt compressed about his sheathed cock, catching his sturdy penis con- Nancy could feel the orgasmic pulsations as his hot, thick phallus spurted out a load of voluminous juice, which gushed magnificently from the nub end of his solid, erect organ and against her sensitive cuntal flesh.
She felt the tingle of erotic delight dancing along her spine. Her hips and ass cheeks kept rocking, precipitating loud sounds as the bed springs His stirring prick remained stuffed inside her moist vagina until the final few glutinous droplets of his flaming phallus fluid had spilled from the end of his mammoth erect rod. His hard-on softened and Nancy stared at the withdrawn flesh.
Nancy caught her breath as she lay there on the bed, looking up at Mario Pasateri. Her dark-haired lover stretched his arms and legs. "What great exercise," he said.
"Is that what it is to you, exercise?"
"I hope you know better than that. It's exercise, but one hell of a lot more."
"That's good. I'd hate to think of myself as just something to give you exercise. Exercise bait." "No way. You're so much more. Say, honey. Do me a favor."
"What do you want?"
"Reach down and touch the tip of my cock," he smiled boyishly. "How about giving your lover-boy a nice little electrical shock."
Mario extended his firm, muscular legs, watching as his beautiful blonde lover reached down and began to move her fingers cautiously against the tip of his temporarily flaccid organ. His body quivered as he called out to her again.
"Okay, not bad for a start, but you can do much better than that," he told her. "Come on, really hang onto it. Start tugging at it, honey. Move you fingers against my cock."
She did her best to placate her lover. Nancy's fingers pressed and twisted with urgency, grinding against the tip of his cock. Suddenly it began to harden. As it swelled in Nancy's fingers, she felt a, surge of pride gush through her. It made her feel extraordinarily good to know that the handsome worldly Mario Pasateri was responding to quickly to her every touch. Never had she felt any more confident about herself than she did at that moment.
"Okay, now up and down my cock," he gulped. "Your fingers are moving just beautifully, baby. Keep it going."
She solidly implanted her fingers against his rigid cock base. He loved her smooth manipulations and soon enough Mario began purring like a kitten as he looked down at his ever-swelling testicles, which were ballooning with each and every stroke that his gorgeous lover applied. Soon he was past the purring stage. He gritted his teeth and began to feel wild waves of sensuality shooting through his whole jet-propelled body, in complete wild abandon.
"Okay, you can turn loose now," he told her. "What now?"
"What makes you think there's more?" he asked "With that erection you have. Are you kidding?"
"You're right, there is more," he laughed. "How are you at going down on guys, baby?" "I never have."
"What? You told me that you were engaged "I was, but I never went down on my fiance," she said with considerable embarrassment, her eyes shifting dramatically away from Mario's intensely hypnotic stare.
"My gosh, I can hardly believe it. No wonder it didn't last. That's awful. You say that you never went down on him?"
"No," she replied, this time with a tone of irritation.
"You don't need to get uptight about it, honey. I'm just surprised. After all, you're such a beautiful woman. You're absolutely gorgeous, in fact. That's really something. You never went down on him. Well, I guess that's going to be the next step in our educational process."
"Please don't try and humiliate me."
"No humiliation. It's something that you're gonna enjoy. You're gonna enjoy it because it's a lot of fun. You let yourself go. Then you get a nice reward. You swallow a thick load of hot juice. You'll love it, honey. I guarantee it."
"I'm not so sure."
"There's nothing to be afraid of. You've overcome some hurdles up to now, and you can overcome this one. That fiance of yours. He should have insisted on it. I take it he wanted it."
"He mentioned it a few times."
"So what happened?"
"I always talked him out of it," she told him with considerable discomfort.
"Okay, so we're gonna have some fun. I'm gonna show you the ropes."
Mario watched as Nancy flinched. There was something seemingly dirty to her about the act of sliding her tongue along a man's elongated, blue-veined member. She thought about how some of her giggly girl friends both in high school and in college had confided to her about how much fun it was to go down on a man's rigid tool. They had told her how much fun it would be for her to enjoy the same kind of action, but she had become angry and had told them that under no conditions would she ever resort to anything so cheap and dirty.
Now she was having misgivings. Here was the handsome Mario, who looked like he was ready to do anything and everything for her, and he was asking for that same forbidden act. He would have jolted her a lot more had it not been for her compliance up to then, having had sex with him on two occasions. She could see just how quickly he expected her to measure up as far as responding to his sexual urges was concerned. After all, she concluded, he was a handsome, wealthy guy with plenty of connections, and she was certain that he had sex with a lot of beautiful women. He definitely seemed to know his way around and was exceedingly sure of himself.
"Come on, start grinding your tongue against my balls," Mario said with just a tiny air of impatience. "It's not all that bad. As a matter of fact, like I said, you're gonna like it."
As Nancy's fingers held onto the nozzle-like tip of his spongy cock, she slowly slid her tongue downward toward his inflated, hairy testicles. While she examined his ballooning nuts, which stood out like mammoth globular ornaments, she once again began to feel a tense fear surging through her stomach. Confronting the unknown always seemed to shake her up, and all the while she kept telling herself to calm down, to listen to Mario, who had already provided her with so many glorious sensations.
"Come on, start running your tongue against my balls," he said. "You don't have to move real fast. As a matter of fact, I don't want you to. I want you to go nice and slow. Nice and slow. Follow a beautiful tempo. Easy does it with something like this. Just like when I was fucking your cunt. If I'd moved as quickly as I wanted to, it would have been over in no time and you would have lost so many benefits. So come on, honey. Move your tongue around. Stroke it real nice. Move it against my nuts. Give me plenty of beautiful action."
Her tongue fearfully eased against his testicles, stroking slowly as Nancy moved it back and forth against the hairy surface.
He nodded, reaching down with both hands and sliding his fingers torridly against her shoulders. It felt good to have Mario touching her in such an intimate manner. The longer and tighter that he squeezed, the more relaxation she felt as her tongue kept twisting and turning against the fervent flesh of his bloated balls.
Mario's legs extended and he began to heave increasingly heavier sighs as Nancy's tongue went to work with greater authority and passion than before.
"You're learning, you're learning like nothing," Mario laughed. "Just keep up those same movements. Do it a little while longer. Then I'll move you along to the next step. Of course you're a fast learner. You're a sharp girl. Keep it going, honey, I like the action."
After she had thoroughly bathed his bloated balls in her thick, juicy saliva, Mario suggested that they move on to the next stage of activity.
"All right, now up and down my long cock," Mario instructed her. "I want your tongue. It's gonna explode against my cock."
His body heightened with restless anxiety as he watched his beautiful lover reach down and slide her stiff, red digit assertively against his blue-veined hardness. His fingers slid soothingly through her shimmering strands of silky blond hair. He then gripped her scalp as her hot tongue kept on pressing and sliding against his scalding, infatuated pole.
Once more Nancy was learning quickly. It made Mario feel good to see just how rapidly she was picking up on the art of cock sucking. Under normal circumstances he would have preferred breaking in a girl a whole lot slower, but from the beginning he had sensed that this beautiful woman was different, that her sexual instincts were extremely acute. All she needed was somebody like himself to coax her into a world of wild sensuality, and there he was, providing her with just such a chance, and one that she was passing with flying colors.
"Keep it going, honey, you're really something," he complimented her, smiling as his legs twisted eagerly.
Mario's fingers clamped around his lover's head more tightly than before as Nancy's probing tongue moved with wild desire, sliding up and down his enormous phallus, which was pushing ever near to a state of enthusiastic orgasm.
His hips violently twitched as he heaved a deep gasp, watching Nancy maintain her swift, driving pace.
"That's the way I like it," he called out gaspingly. "You're really doing a job on my cock. I love your twisting tongue strokes. Keep up that action. Come on, get me off."
Mario released his fingers suddenly from her blond hair, then allowed them to slide up and down her back. It felt good to him to curl his fingers around her warm flesh.
He loved every quick, twisting thrust that the beautiful blonde applied as she rolled her steaming red digit up and down the long, hard base of his erect penis.
At first Mario noticed the extent to which her tongue quivered as she let it tread over unfamiliar ground. It pleased him, however, to observe how quickly she was able to acclimate herself to the realm of cock sucking. While her skewering red tongue kept grinding against his saliva-soaked stock, she simultaneously glided her warmly responsive fingers over his thick, leathery balls, which were bloated with a gigantic supply of creamy sperm that was anxious to make its escape from the tip of his hot, thundering joy stick.
Her fingers continued to maintain steady rigid contact with his testicles as Nancy moved her tongue up and down his hot, assertive cock. Soon he had reached that vaunted precipice from which there was no return. The flaming peter fluid would have to shoot in geyser-like spurts from the end of his wildly combustible organ.
"Squeeze my balls some more," he grunted. "I can't get enough from you. Darling, you're something else. What a suck artist you're turning out to be."
While Mario's ass cheeks flounced up and down against the crisp white bed sheets beneath him, he gasped and winced with erotic joy as the brunette sank her fingers even more tightly against the firmness of his excited testicles. The tighter that she squeezed, the better that he enjoyed it as he moved ever nearer to the state of a resounding climax.
A few quick, stirring tongue sensations later, Mario felt compelled to warn his beautiful lover as to what it would be like when the stampeding juices sprang from the end of his long, emblazed phallic instrument.
"I'll be shooting my hot sperm inside your mouth soon," he warned. "You've never tasted it before, honey. Just get ready. I want you to swallow the stuff. Whatever you do, don't panic. Don't spit any of the stuff out. It's a waste of delicious protein. Not only that, but it'll take a lot of fun out of the whole thing. Come on, just get ready. Keep your tongue pumping. I like that frantic pace. Move it. OHHH, damned, it's like a rifle. Like a volcano ready to explode. OHHH, I can feel that itch. I feel such a tremendous burning itch in my cock and balls. The juices have just got to spray. They're gonna spill out of the end of my hot pecker. Come on, OOOOH, AHHHH, get set. OOOOH, this is gonna be so great. I love it, OHHH, how I love it."
His excitedly quivering legs trembled as he reached out with both hands to let his fingers cling tightly to Nancy's scalp. He wanted to make sure that she had her head held firmly in place so that she would not spontaneously panic and slide her head and tongue off his cock once that the spurting flood tide of sensual juice began to explode from the end of his cannonading ramrod.
"Remember now, I don't want you to panic," he told her again. "Swallow it. Every drop of it. At first it's gonna jolt you. The unexpected always does. But hand in there, honey, because you're gonna enjoy it a whole lot more that way. So will I. Come on, swallow it all. AHHH, here we go."
His entire body tensed as, momentarily, it remained stiffly frozen. After that Mario's buttocks flounced once more, bouncing resoundingly against the bed springs as he heaved another deep gasp. His fingers clutched tightly as they held on to the silky strands of his lover's brown hair. The first few droplets of his steaming explosion spilled from the end of his rock-hard spear. Mario knew that it was only a prelude to the tempestuous sperm storm that would soon be following.
"Come on, just hang in there," he encouraged. "I'm gonna explode, honey. This is only the beginning. The hot stuffs gonna spurt. Damned, it's really gonna spurt. You want it, you want it, you need it. You need it bad."
Following the first few preliminary droplets that exploded from the end of his rangy, inflated dagger, Mario's body rocked in a deluge of overflowing juice that spilled from the end of his long, assertive instrument.
Once again Mario heaved a loud, deep gasp as the fiery droplets of his flaming fluid exploded from the end of his long, intense, gloriously alive cock.
Mario watched with great interest as his beautiful lover sought to capture every drop of the escaping, flaming explosion. At first he observed several gobs of his hot, white juice rolling down the left side of her face. He observed and listened to her cough several times while he did his best to reassure her, letting his fingers clamp down even more tightly than they had earlier as they hotly shoved against her head.
"Come on, you've got to stay with it," he said. "You've got what it takes, honey. You can do it. Come on, catch it all. You're gonna love the taste of the stuff. Eat my prick. Come on, go get every drop of the hot stuff. You've earned it. This is your reward. A nice liquid protein meal. Darling, come on, I really want it. I really need it."
His body tensed some more as several droplets of his blazing, thick, juicy cream cannonaded from the end of his sizzling spear. Again his fingers clamped down tightly against his helpless lover's head. Mario listened to the loud slurping sounds that emanated from the subservient Nancy as she sought to capture the escaping droplets of his seething phallic flood tide.
A smile of satisfaction creased his lips as Mario observed Nancy's tongue whipping frenziedly as she captured the final few droplets of his orgasmic sauce. When she released her tongue from his cock, she felt a calmness overcome her. It made her feel good to recognize that she had achieved practically everything that had been asked of her. As far as swallowing Mario's sperm was concerned, she had only wasted a few droplets.
"Are you ever great," Mario smiled. "You know, I think I'll take you to a nice restaurant a few blocks from here and we'll have a delightful lunch."
"I can hardly think about eating. In fact, I can hardly think about anything. This was too much."
"Like I said, you're a fast learner," Mario patted her affectionately on top of the head. "Are you worried about things they way you were before we screwed?"
"It's hard to say just what I think. It's not an easy thing to put into words. All I know is that I've never been in a situation like this before in my whole life."
"The world's full of all kinds of strange activities," Mario smiled. "That's what makes life interesting."
"I'm so afraid, though. I'm afraid for you, Mario. You seem like such a nice, decent guy, and I can hardly believe it when I heard you talking to that poor man on the telephone that way.
Threatening him."
"That's business," Mario shrugged calmly.
"You make it all seem so easy."
"Like I said, it's business. You can't really take it beyond that. I went over that before. I fold you that if I didn't protect myself by scaring the bejeebers Out of that son-of-a-bitch, who knows better than to try and get-out of paying a debt, that next thing I know other people are gonna be trying the same thing. Then I haven't got any business at all."
"Haven't you ever thought about making a living any other way?" she asked with exasperation.
"No, not really."
"You really haven't?"
"Not really. You see, I grew up in a syndicate operation. My father dabbled at managing boxers and he always wanted to have a world champion. Rocky Miceli was the closest he ever got."
"Just how good was Rocky?"
"Rocky was the best," Mario's eyes lit up with excitement. "I was his biggest fan. I'd fight any kid on the block, I didn't care how big he was, if I ever caught him saying anything against Rocky. Not that most of the kids did. Rocky was a favorite in the neighborhood. A hard-punching, gutty, well-conditioned middleweight. He was just unlucky. Didn't get his title shot until it was too late, and even then he almost won."
"That's exactly what he told me."
"Anyway, when my dad wasn't hanging around the gyms, he was at work in this gambling operation. It really mushroomed into a big thing. Of course he had to have the right connections. Connections mean everything in this business."
"Yes, and it's good to have plenty of muscle backing up what you do. Isn't that right?"
"You're catching on," Mario chuckled.
Affectionately Mario reached out and threw his arms around Nancy. Her body was drenched with perspiration. He pushed his lips forward, gliding them softly but meaningfully against her lips. When he finally released them, he looked into her eyes with admiration.
"I feel so much better now that you're on my team," he said. "With you, me and Rocky we could conquer the world."
"Have you ever thought about getting out of this, Mario?" she asked.
"Why do I want to do that?"
"You're taking such risks. No matter how you might look at it, you're still breaking the law."
"I guess I was the kind of guy who was born to live dangerously," Mario philosophized. "And I guess I never did anything more dangerous than have sex with this beautiful femme-fatale by the name of Nancy Sharp."
"Now it sounds like you're making fun of me."
"No, far from it. I've got nothing but admiration for you, honey, but in answer to your question, no, I guess that I'm too contented where I am. How else could I embrace this kind of lifestyle?"
"Does that mean everything to you?"
"It means a heck of a lot," Mario said pridefully. "I perform a service and I do it damned well. I don't threaten, bully or intimidate anybody to bet money with me, but when they do I give them a fair shake. As a matter of fact, I am pretty damned liberal. I took money on Ali from Ames when a lot of bookies wouldn't touch the damned thing. Blew the damned fight right off the boards. Hell, I perform a service."
"It looks as if there's no way anybody's gonna change your mind about your work."
CHAPTER TEN
During the middle of the week Mario surprised Nancy by walking into her office and announcing: "We will be leaving tonight. You can go to Vegas with me. We've got a suite in one of the finest hotels on the Strip. What do you say to that, darling?"
"This is all too good to be true," Nancy stared at her lover with starry-eyed appreciation.
"You're too good to be true. We're gonna leave Rocky here."
"You son-of-a-bitch," Rocky dead-panned.
"Somebody's got to look after the office."
"Yes, I suppose so. I'd sure like to be along, though. They've got a hell of a lightweight fight up there."
"I know. I've got a couple of ringside tickets. And wouldn't you know that I'm escorting the best-looking girl there."
"How would you know?" Nancy smiled demurely. "I've heard there are a lot of good-looking women in Vegas."
"Yes, but I've got confidence in you, sweetheart. Nobody's gonna top you. I don't give a damn if they're famous movie stars. Beauty contest winners. Showgirls. You name 'em, you can hold your own with them and then some."
"You certainly are good for a girl's ego," Nancy laughed.
"As far as that other matter is concerned, you can warn him one last time. Then we'll take care of it when I get in on Friday."
"That son-of-a-bitch Ames?" Rocky clenched his teeth tightly. "I'd like to get my old left hook out of moth balls and let him have it."
"Maybe you'll get the chance, provided you don't hit him too hard. Like I said before, we want the money, not his blood. Blood's not bankable. Only money."
"I found that out the hard way in my boxing career," Rocky looked at Nancy and grinned.
"I really hate it when you guys start talking so violently," Nancy shook her head. "You can both be so romantic at times, and then, all of a sudden you change. You're like a couple of Jeckyls and Hydes."
"You've got to get tough in a man's world, honey," Rocky said.
"Just the simple facts of life," Mario concurred.
That evening they took a champagne flight to Las Vegas. It felt good to Nancy to sip the bubbly champagne and look into those intensely romantic and always hypnotic eyes of Mario. As she finished sipping her final glass of champagne, and as the plane was beginning to land at McCaran Airport, he leaned over and planted his hand firmly and affectionately on her shoulder.
"I can hardly wait to get you alone in that big bed," he whispered.
"I should have known. You'd definitely have the foresight to select a place with a big bed."
"With a girl like you along it would be a criminal act if I didn't do that. Criminal neglect."
"What a man you are," she chuckled. "Always thinking about sex."
"Just as long as it's thinking about sex with one woman. You know, it's really quite an admission for me to make, but I really haven't had anybody else since I balled with you the first time."
"Really?" she looked at him with an expression of pleasure.
"I kid you not, sweetheart. Not a one, and I had some real beauties thrown at me on the last Vegas trip. I don't know what it was. I've been trying to figure it out. I guess. . . perhaps maybe I'm starting to feel more seriously toward you than I ever have any other woman. I just wanted you to be aware of this."
"It's only fair of you to tell me," she looked at him with ever-growing admiration. "I'm glad to know that you're a man of substance. I mean, you're not just a playboy out for a good time. You really can get serious with the right girl."
"I sure can with you. Getting serious with you is just like breathing. Fucking you is my life's blood. I can't believe how excited I get every time that I see those sensuous hips of yours, that seductive walk, those gorgeous legs, those beautiful breasts. Oh, damned, if I don't cut it out I'll juice right here in my pants. And I sure wouldn't want to do that."
"Not when there's that big bed waiting, darling."
"That's right, that's really right," he laughed.
The plane landed several minutes later. From there it was just a short taxi cab jaunt to the lavish Strip hotel where he had made the reservations.
In a matter of minutes from the time that Mario had signed them in, they were twisting their flowing bodies in lewd, naked delight.
Nancy loved feeling Mario's legs merging with her own. She extended her lewdly splayed legs, heaving a deep gasp as Mario's stiffly penetrating cock shoved forward, grinding with all its surging desire as he pistoned it deep inside her tight, resilient twat.
"What a fuck you are," he grunted. "Just keep moving those beautiful hips, honey. I can't get enough of you. Damned, I can't get enough of your beautiful body."
While his threshing hips and ass cheeks kept on gliding and as his stirring cock continued to grind pulsatingly inside of her flushed vaginal walls, the handsome Mario reached down with both hands and let his fingers grip tightly against her rampaging, twisting buttocks.
His fingers clenched tightly against the misty sheen of her perspiration-dampened ass globes. The tighter that he squeezed, the harder that his drilling cock kept on pounding as he let it slash and thrust deep inside her mound. Fervently he heaved lusty gasps and soon the tumbling droplets of his profuse white liquid splashed from the end of his long, towering organ.
"Another winner," he grinned. "It's a great screw every time out."
The following day was devoted primarily to business. That evening they took in a show, after which they made love one last time in Las Vegas.
The next morning they caught a plane back to Los Angeles. As they were entering the airport complex after disembarking from their plane, two tall, broad-shouldered men walked up to Mario.
"Pasateri, you're under arrest," the taller of them, a no-nonsense, blue-eyed, red-faced man exclaimed.
"Murphy, what the hell are you trying to say?" Mario growled.
"You're under arrest for suspicion of running an illegal gambling operation."
"Get off my back. Where's your proof, Murphy? You FBI guys are always bugging me. Where's your proof?"
"We have a witness who's willing to talk," Murphy said triumphantly.
"Oh, you do, do you? Stop bluffing me. Let the young lady and I pass."
"We're not kidding, Pasateri," the other man said, his face tensing dramatically.
"Now you, too, Simpson. You're getting as bad as Murphy."
"There's a man by the name of Harry Ames who had told us quite a bit and this in only the beginning," Murphy related. "Harry Ames?"
"That's right. I only mentioned the gambling. But there's so much more. Like the threats and intimidations that you and Rocky Miceli have been levelling against him."
"I don't know about any of this."
"By the way, Rocky's already in custody," Simpson exclaimed.
Nancy felt limp. She felt even closer to fainting on this occasion than she had when she'd listened to the telephone conversation involving Rocky and then Pasateri with Harry Ames.
"You're under arrest, too, young lady," Simpson exclaimed. "You are Nancy Sharp, aren't you?"
"Yes," Nancy said in a quivering, barely audible voice.
"Don't tell these clowns anything, Nancy. You've got a right to see an attorney."
"Smart boy. We'll go through the formality of reading you your rights."
"I'm so terribly impressed," Pasateri snarled sarcastically. "What are you arresting the girl for?"
"An accessory. She works for you, doesn't she? I understand she is involved in bookkeeping activities," Murphy said.
"But she doesn't know anything about this. She just computes a lot of numbers. Hell, this is pure nonsense."
"You'll have a chance to explain it in greater detail after we take you in," Murphy said.
When Nancy arrived at headquarters she was separated from Pasateri. At the very time when she thought that her entire life was at its lowest ebb she saw a familiar face walking toward her. It was none other than her ex-fiance Ken Holt.
"Ken, what are you doing here?" she burst into tears, then threw her arms around him. It was so good to hold onto a sympathetic body.
"I'm here to help you," Ken said. "I heard the whole story on radio. I'd like to be your lawyer."
"But is criminal law your field?"
"I used to teach criminal law at night in a law school in my early days of practice. On top of that I did work for the District Attorney for a short time. I happen to know the U.S. Attorney very well. I'm gonna talk to him about your case. This is after I've had an opportunity to fully interrogate you. For whatever it might mean to you, Nancy, you've never really been out of my mind. Or my heart. But whatever you might think, I'm determined to help you get you out of this mess."
Nancy threw her arms around Ken once more, delivering a solid, grateful kiss to his lips.
Ken Holt made good on his promise. Diligently he pursued her case, discussing the matter with the U.S. Attorney in her presence during a long, event-filled afternoon. Eventually, the U.S. Attorney decided that the case against Nancy Sharp was not strong enough to merit prosecution.
"We'll be calling you to the stand to answer questions about Pasateri and Miceli," the U.S. Attorney explained. "As for now, Miss Sharp, you may go."
Nancy heaved a sigh of relief as she walked out of the courtroom with Ken Holt. He threw an affectionate arm around her.
"It's time to get acquainted again," he smiled. "I'm going to see that you never get in trouble again, my dear."
