The subject of human-canine relations has baffled the most astute of behavioral scientists for generations.
Just why would a woman prefer having sex with a dog? has become asked with increasing frequency in our current "tell and do it like it is" generation.
Betty Clark's powerful The Secretary's Pet is a meaningful attempt to peer incisively into some of the mysteries surrounding the evolution of a sexual relationship between a beautiful young woman, namely secretary Alice Johnson, and her handsome pet German Shepherd, Wendel.
Alice, caught in the physically and emotionally demanding confines of New York City secretarial life, experiences two heartbreaking relationships with men.
In her moment of gloom, one figure remains powerful in her life-that of her dynamic, manifestly dedicated dog. A new type of closeness emerges in their relationship, as she pours love into him that she had formerly tendered in the direction of men.
Alice finds that Wendel possesses one important ingredient that so many men she had encountered had not-unswerving loyalty. They demonstrate the utmost in devotion toward each other as a physical relationship gradually emerges.
Later, when a male lover of Alice's discovers that there is a physical bond linking her to her handsome canine, a new crisis emerges in the life of the lovely secretary.
The resolution of the crisis, which builds to electrifying proportions preceding resolution, forms the apex of this stirring and adventurous novel.
To reveal anymore concerning the story would spoil the conclusion, which should be learned by the reader firsthand, but it would have to be said that the powerful theme treatment of this novel, cannot help but move and provide understanding for the reader, in a critical area of sexual life where greater knowledge is badly needed.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Byron Jones looked out the immense picture window of his office in the Empire State Building, and observed the late afternoon Manhattan traffic hysteria.
"Look at all that goddamn traffic," he said disgustedly.
"I don't know of another city in the world that has traffic as bad as New York," Alice Johnson, his lovely secretary and a newcomer to the city, put it. She had just finished the last in a string of five letters dictated to her by Mr. Jones.
"As a native son of this city, Alice, I've got to go along with you," Jones nodded.
The handsome, white-haired executive lifted his tall, lean frame out of his swivel chair and stretched his body. He extended his arms, then lit a cigarette, taking a long, reflective puff. All the while he studied the traffic below.
"To think I'll be out in that madhouse in a few minutes. It makes a guy think about selling his New Jersey place and moving into the city."
"I suppose it does."
"But enough of that. You're not here to listen to my complaints." Byron Jones ran his fingers through a wavy shock of his white hair, then forced a smile.
"I really don't mind."
"No, I guess you don't. You're a very good listener, Alice. Maybe that's one of the reasons why I've gotten along so well with you. Funny thing, but I relate to you better than any of my other secretaries, even though you've only been here for two months."
"Thank you, sir, I'm very happy to hear that."
"I speak only the truth. That's enough for today, Alice. I'll be seeing you in the morning."
"Very good, Mr. Jones."
She lifted her petite form from the straight-backed chair directly across from the chair where Byron Jones sat, and walked over toward a coat-hanger in the far corner of the room. She removed her gray coat from the hanger and slipped it on over her dress and blouse. It was the middle of November and the cold of winter was rapidly approaching.
"Goodnight, Mr. Jones," she paused at the door.
"Goodnight, dear. Be good now."
"See you in the morning."
"Right," he nodded, taking another lengthy puff from his cigarette.
Seconds later, Alice Johnson was on the crowded elevator heading downward toward the first floor. A group of young men who had come out of an adjoining office on the fortieth floor eyed her with interest. When she happened to look over in the general direction of the group, all eyes lit up in a uniform smile.
Alice, at bottom a very shy girl, quickly looked away. Yes, she was looking for a man, but not just any man, the right kind of man to whom she could relate. These young men, based upon what she was able to observe at a glance, were not what she had in mind.
As she got off the elevator and walked out into the chilly Manhattan streets, Alice felt a quick surge of melancholia. Her mother and father had convinced her some three months before, when she left her hometown of Newton, Iowa, that it would be difficult to adjust to the rigors of New York City life, but she did not realize how hectic things would be.
As she walked along the street, she received a number of attentive glances from men of all ages. She had the type of soft innocent beauty that definitely attracted men, particularly in a city like New York, where innocence was at a more of a premium than elsewhere. Her petite body was well put together, and she possessed a pair of lively, well-proportioned breasts. Her hair was a sparkling chestnut color, while her almond-shaped eyes were an expressive brown.
She had had only one truly serious love in her young life, that to her high school sweetheart, to whom she had been engaged for better than a year. Just prior to getting married, her sweetheart was killed in an automobile accident while enroute to a sales meeting in Chicago.
Crestfallen by the tragic loss of the man she loved, Alice went into an immediate eclipse. Since her life in Newton was inextricably linked to a handsome young man she loved, she saw his face as a reminder wherever she went. As she walked down the main street past the theater they visited so many times together, she thought about him. When she passed the corner supermarket where they often shopped together, she thought about him.
She attempted to reconstruct her life at twenty-one, and decided that a change of locale would be just the thing for her. As a result, she got on a bus and went to New York. No more than two weeks from the time that she got off the bus in the big city, she located employment with Byron Jones.
As she walked in the general direction of the Fifties, where her small apartment was situated, Alice Johnson was attempting to find a quick and convenient way to shake her melancholia. Since she had always enjoyed good food, and in that a good meal often put her in a good frame of mind, Alice decided to eat at a quaint restaurant in the upper Forties, where she had once dined with a fellow secretary.
By arriving early at the restaurant, she ensured herself of a good table, along with better service. Later, that same restaurant would be the same type of hectic madhouse that the streets outside currently were.
As Alice sipped a pre-dinner martini, her thoughts drifted back to the town she left behind. Her thoughts scurried from event to event in her childhood, leading up to high school graduation, and finally the period immediately prior to which she left Newton.
It was hard, terribly hard, she realized, to be alone in the big city. Yes, she had met a few people in the last three months. There were a number of people she spoke to and exchanged pleasantries with, but through it all she had the feeling that she knew no one.
Even at that very moment, as she sipped her drink, she was very much alone.
CHAPTER TWO
After concluding her meal, Alice left the restaurant, entering the darkness of early evening.
She contemplated her next move. She thought about going back to her apartment and watching television, but quickly decided that she needed to walk. Since starting her secretarial job, she noticed herself getting considerably less exercise than she used to when she lived in Newton. There she seemed to walk almost everywhere. Now she walked only to and from work. Even at that, when she was in a hurry, she would take a subway. Subways were rapidly becoming a panacea for her, and she recognized the need for getting a little more exercise.
An idea dawned on her as she reached the Avenue of the Americas. She thought it might be good to take a walk in Central Park.
She strode briskly until she reached the park, quickly losing herself in the hovering evening shadows. She walked past the ice-skating rink and continued in a steady, even gait.
Unknown to her, a man lurked in the shadowy background. He sized her up from behind several times, observing in particular the beautiful construction of her shapely buttocks, which were observable even through the coat she wore.
"What an ass," the man mumbled to himself.
He walked stealthily behind her, gaining steps gradually, not giving her the opportunity to even recognize that she was being followed. Underneath his trousers his huge cock scraped against his shorts.
When Alice reached a spot with trees and bushes shrouding the area to the left, the man grinned slyly. He knew the park much better than Alice, and now he had the opportunity he sought.
He quietly slipped into the bushes and moved at a quiet, effective clip, moving toward her.
It was not until he stepped out of the bushes and slipped a hand over her mouth that she saw him. He wore a thick black coat, the collar of which he pulled around his face. He wore a beard and had a surly look in his blood-shot eyes.
"You scream and I'll absolutely kill you," he told her in a soft but determined voice.
Delirious with fear, her trembling body attempting to free itself from his clutches. He was forced to abandon his hold on her mouth to hold her body in place as she struggled.
"Let me go, let me go," she shrieked.
"You keep up that screaming and it's curtains for you."
"Take every penny I've got and let me go."
"Hell, you're not carrying much money," he laughed, "besides I'm not interested in money, not from you. I'll mug some guy for that. You've got something else going for you that I'm interested in. I want sex. Let's go into the bushes. You give me a little pussy, and I'll let you go without so much as a hair on that pretty head being harmed."
His strong arms then pulled at her, attempting to force her into the darkened bushes with him.
"Let me go, let me go," she sobbed hysterically. "You want me to wring your neck? I'll do it if I have to."
"Please, please, don't hurt me."
Just as he had almost succeeded in throwing her into the bushes, where he was planning on raping her, a policeman assigned to patrol Central Park happened to hear the strange sounds.
As he moved in the direction of the noise, his shrewd eyes immediately spotted struggling Alice Johnson in the clutches of the fiendish man who sought to rape her.
"Halt, right where you are and let her go," the rugged red-faced policeman bellowed authoritatively.
"Guess this is your lucky night, bitch," the bearded man in the coat immediately removed his hands from her and ran away as fast as his legs would carry him.
Her body trembled and her heart pounded as the police officer, gun in hand, ran toward her.
"Stay right here, miss," he told her. "I'm tracking this fiend down."
The police officer disappeared into the general direction where the man had run. She continued to stand precisely where the police officer told her to, and no more than five minutes later the same officer returned. He was winded from the chase, and had a look of disappointment in his eyes, from the frustration of not capturing his victim.
"He got away. There are so many muggers and rapists running loose around here that it's tough to keep track of them all. And they know this place like the back of their own hand."
"I'm sorry to hear that, but I can't thank you enough for saving me. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come along when you did."
"Where do you live, young lady?"
"On Forty-ninth."
"Whatever caused you to walk around here?"
"I just felt like getting a little exercise after finishing dinner."
"You're liable to wind up getting the wrong kind of exercise around here, just like you almost did. This is no place for a young lady, particularly an attractive one, to be walking. Haven't you been hearing about what's been happening in this place?"
"I've read a few things," she shrugged. "But I thought that a lot was exaggeration. I've come to expect exaggeration in newspapers and on television."
"Nonsense. This is no exaggeration. This place is like a living hell. It's like guerrilla warfare twenty-four hours a day. It's been bad at night, particularly late night, for some time, but lately it's been real bad even during the day. I read in an article in the Daily News just yesterday that the Mayor is very concerned about this. It's just getting out of hand."
"I suppose I was very foolish."
"You certainly were. You're inviting disaster when you walk in this place. And to see that you don't get into any more trouble, I'm going to walk you home."
"Oh, thank you, but I don't think that's necessary. I guess I'll be okay."
"Nonsense. You're shook up and a police escort will maybe restore a little confidence." His eyes twinkled in a smile.
"Well, thank you. I'd appreciate that."
They chatted as they walked. The police officer asked Alice how familiar she was with the city. She informed him that she had only been living in New York for some three months.
"That explains why you just pulled the naive stunt you did," he nodded. "A lot of the people who get mugged, and a lot of the girls who get raped are either new to New York or are tourists. They just don't realize how bad things have gotten in Central Park. Hell, they're not just bad there, they're pretty bad all around here. And this used to be a very good section, mind you."
"Then it sounds like you're telling me that I should be careful walking nights wherever I am."
"That's exactly what I am telling you. I'd be careful all the time. As a matter-of-fact, I'd even like to make a suggestion."
"What's that?"
"If I were in your position, I'd get me a gun. You can use it for your protection. These characters will stop at nothing. They'll even burst into a girl's apartment."
"But I don't know anything about guns. I'd be afraid just to have one, much less use one."
"Then I'd like to make another suggestion," he continued persistently.
"Let's hear it."
"You can do the same thing that a lot of other girls in this town are doing, especially girls who, like you, don't want to use or keep a gun. You can get yourself a dog."
"Say, that's an idea," she nodded.
The more she thought about the officer's suggestion, the more appealing it sounded. After all, one of the things that was plaguing her the most concerning the big and often cold city, was the loneliness she felt. Not only would a dog afford her protection-he would also provide her with company.
"I'd consider what I just suggested, if I were you," the officer repeated as they pulled even with the gray three-story apartment building where Alice Johnson lived.
"I will," she promised. "I think it's a good idea. And I can't thank you enough for doing all you've done."
"It's all in a night's work, miss," he tipped his hat courteously.
"Thanks again."
"Don't mention it. Goodnight."
The next afternoon following work, Alice, who by then was completely captivated by the prospects of securing a pet dog, walked briskly toward a pet store several blocks from the Empire State Building.
"I'm looking for a dog who will afford me protection, but who is also very lovable and will make a good pet," she told the bespectacled, bald-headed proprietor of the pet store.
"I've got just the animal for you. Come with me, please."
They walked a few feet, then stopped in front of a cage, behind which was perched a handsome, brown-coated German Shepherd. He immediately jumped up on his hind legs and inserted his paws against the cage.
"Well, now, it looks like Wendel likes you," the proprietor smiled.
"What a handsome dog. How old is he?"
"Just four months. He's my pride and joy, and I'll be missing him once he goes."
"I like him. I really do."
"I was certain that you would."
The question was decided then and there. Alice bought Wendel, promptly putting him on a leash and letting him walk her home.
She noticed that suddenly a lonely despair which had been afflicting her to an ever-increasing degree lately, had evaporated. Now that she had this handsome German Shepherd as her own pet, she immediately began to feel better.
Now she felt as if she had at least one friend in the bustling, cold city of New York.
She took him inside her apartment for the first time, and ran her fingers affectionately over his shimmering coat.
"Yes, we're going to be great friends," she smiled.
Wendel greeted her words enthusiastically by wagging his tail.
Yes, things were suddenly looking up, she realized, and Wendel was directly responsible.
CHAPTER THREE
Alice looked up from her typewriter into the smiling face of the handsome, husky blond man who stood before her in a shimmering blue suit.
She was seated in the busy outer office directly adjacent to Byron Jones' private office. As Alice looked into his bright blue eyes and observed his curly blond hair, she noticed some of the other secretaries who worked in the office eyeing him as well.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes you can."
"How?"
"I'd like to see Byron Jones. I'd appreciate it if you could direct me to him."
"It would be impossible for you to see him right now."
"What a shame," he shook his head disappointedly. "Just when could I see him?"
"He's having lunch with some promotion people right now. He's not expected back here until two, and he has a very busy schedule today."
"Don't you think he could squeeze me in?"
"For one thing, sir, I don't know your name or who you represent."
"Sorry, I'll fix that right now. I'm Dennis Scott and I'm with Promotions Unlimited, from Los Angeles. I have something to talk to Mr. Jones about that would certainly be worth his while."
"Dennis Scott," her eyes took on a wistful look. "That name sounds familiar. It seems like I've heard it somewhere before."
"You probably have. I made quite a name for myself on the gridiron a few years ago."
"Yes, I saw you play once."
"Really?" His face lit up enthusiastically. "Against who?"
"I went with a few friends to Iowa City to watch your team play Iowa University. You certainly weren't very kind to my home state's school. You must have beaten us by about forty points. I remember it very well. And I remember you scoring two or three touchdowns."
"Yes, we won 41-0. I did score three touchdowns. It was one of my better games that year. As a matter-of-fact, I rummaged through the clippings of that game in my scrapbook just the other day at home."
"Weren't you playing professional football for awhile?"
"Yes, for apart of a year," he nodded, a bit glumly. "I broke my collarbone just as I was beginning to hit stride, and I was never the same again. Actually, four years of college football and a consensus All-American berth as a USC fullback was enough recognition for me. I'll tell you something I never even admit that much."
"Please do." She smiled, leaning forward and forgetting about the report that she had been in the midst of typing. She could not help but be drawn toward the husky, handsome man.
"I never liked playing football that much. It was a way through school and a way to get some recognition. Hell, I wouldn't have the job I do pow if it weren't for my football days. I'm almost sure of that. My boss, for instance, is a USC grad and a member of the Boosters Club. When I applied he remembered me right away and it was a snap getting in. Of course, I've had to work my way up through the ranks. But getting back to what I was saying, I've never like playing football that much. It's really very violent, and I don't like getting injured. It was a means to an end. If I'd loved it that much I could have made a comeback as a pro after my collarbone healed, but by then my enthusiasm was gone."
"I suppose you did the right thing."
"Sorry about changing the subject like this, but how about Mr. Jones? Isn't there some way he could squeeze me in just for five or ten minutes? That's all I need to make my pitch."
Alice paused momentarily before answering. The more she talked to Dennis Scott, the more she became drawn toward him. She remembered the young man she had loved. He had also been a football player, one of the best players at the high school they both attended.
"Well, to tell the truth, there is one period of the day that Mr. Jones keep reserved pretty much for himself. He calls it his late-afternoon breathing spell. He always has me juggle the schedule so things will slow down a little about fifteen minutes before five. I can't guarantee anything, mind you, but if you were here at fifteen minutes before five, there just might be a chance that he'd see you. But understand, it's squarely up to him."
"Gotcha," he winked. "You're an absolute doll. Well, I've got another call to make down the street. I'll be back at quarter to five. You can count on it."
Alice could not help but swoon a little as he picked up his briefcase and walked toward the door. She admired his broad shoulders, and the distinguished air with which his legs moved as he walked.
During the entire rest of the afternoon, her mind was never far removed from Dennis Scott. She kept wondering if he would return. She knew enough about human nature, particularly about salesmen, to know how erratic their temperaments often were. She knew there was no way of telling for certain until a few minutes before five "whether he was actually intent upon following through with her suggestion, but judging by the amount of determination he displayed in front of her just a few hours before, she was reasonably confident that he would return.
Alice was typing at her desk and it was twenty minutes before five as the girl who had the desk across from hers leaned over and said:
"You're in luck, Alice. Your Prince Charming is back."
"What's that?" she jerked her head up quickly. "He's right over there," the girl pointed, making it a point not to be so obvious as to let him see her doing it.
"Say, he came back after all."
"Greetings," he showed her his ivory-white teeth for a second time that day in the form of a wide smile as he approached her desk.
"Hello, Dennis."
"Is Mr. Jones in?"
"He certainly is. But he's not in one of his better moods. I'd frankly suggest trying some other day. How about tomorrow?"
"I'm afraid that's impossible. I'm on a tight schedule. I was squeezing this stop in between my other regular calls, hoping that I could get his ear. I really think he'd be interested in the promotional services we offer. Matter of fact, I'm sure he would, if I can just get to him. You see, I'm leaving in the middle of the morning tomorrow to go back to Los Angeles."
"That really is too bad," she shook her head. "Tell you what. I think I know the best way to interest him without you having even put yourself out."
She watched as he opened his briefcase and pulled out a bound pink folder with a sheaf of papers stapled inside. "I'd appreciate it if you'd just go in there and hand this prospectus to him. If he balks and says he isn't interested, which will surprise me if he does, then I'll admit defeat and forget all about it. However, if he reacts as I think he will, then he'll want to see me."
"I suppose it won't hurt."
"You're an absolute doll. Say, I never did get your name."
"Alice, Alice Johnson."
"Anyway, you're an absolute doll, Alice."
"Thank you," she smiled shyly. "Well, I'll do my best."
He handed the prospectus to her and she quickly disappeared inside Mr. Jones' office. She fervently hoped that Mr. Jones would find reason to talk to Dennis Scott. She was alive with excitement just from the electricity given off by being in his presence, and she hoped to get to know him better.
"Yes, what is it?" he said from behind his desk, looking up from a paper he had been studying.
"There's a young man out there who insists that I show you this promotional prospectus, Mr. Jones. He told me that if you're not interested by it, he'll go away."
"I'm awfully busy, Alice."
"I'm sorry."
"Well, if it will only take a few seconds."
Alice handed the prospectus to him, attempting to feign indifference. Actually she was smiling inside, and was hoping that Byron Jones would find reason to deal with Dennis further.
He thumbed through the prospectus carefully for the next five minutes, tapping a pen which he held in his right hand against the desk several times. Finally he closed the prospectus and looked up.
"This beats all hell," he shook his head.
"What's the matter, sir?"
"Hell, I spent the better part of the morning and afternoon talking with some people who are trying to sell me on a program, and right after I've almost committed myself, I see this prospectus which beats to hell what the other people were offering. Show this young man in. I'd like to talk with him."
As Alice went back to her desk, a smile beamed from her face.
"You can go in now," she told him.
"Like I said before, you're a real doll."
Dennis Scott remained in Mr. Jones' office until ten minutes after five. At that point Mr. Jones opened the door, shook the young man's hand, exchanged a few pleasantries, then shut the door after Dennis Scott had exited.
"Well, I've made my deal, thanks to you," he leaned over Alice's desk and smiled.
"Thanks to me?"
"Without you I would have never made it."
"But you had to sell it yourself."
"If you hadn't let me in, I wouldn't have had a chance."
"I was glad to help."
"You know, I've been running around so frantically this afternoon that I haven't even had time out for lunch. I'm famished. How about you having dinner with me?" His eyes looked at her softly. She almost melted every time that they met her own.
"Well, I guess I could have dinner with you."
"Great. When are you free?"
"That's a good question. I think I'm free now, although I'll have to check with my boss to make sure."
She entered Mr. Jones' office one more time.
"Mr. Jones, do you have anything more for me?"
"No, not at all. I'm sorry, Alice. I should have told you a few minutes ago that you could leave. I got so wrapped up with that young man that I forgot just about everything else. His company offers a terrific deal."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"See you in the morning, Alice."
"Goodnight, sir."
The moment that Dennis and Alice reached the street, Dennis thrust out his hand and hailed a cab.
"I'm staying at the St. Moritz Hotel. They have good food there. Would you mind eating there?"
"Not at all."
He opened the cab door and she got in. He then entered the back seat of the cab and sat down next to her.
As they rode in the busy afternoon traffic toward the St. Moritz Hotel, Dennis reached out and put his right hand over Alice's. She tingled with sensation from the act of having her hand come into contact with his.
The dinner was exquisite, particularly the conversation she received from Dennis, a very smooth talker. He talked briefly about his football career, then moved into a subject he liked much better, the line of work he was currently in. The more he talked, the easier it was to see how he had been able to succeed with her boss. He obviously had his heart and soul in his work.
"Would you like champagne with the meal?" he asked as the waiter moved in to take the order.
"No, you don't have to get that extravagant for me.
"It's my pleasure. Besides, we have something to celebrate. I made a big sale, got a bigger account with Mr. Jones than all the others I picked up this time combined. If that's not cause for celebration, nothing is. Besides, I'm on an expense account, and the boys in the accounting office won't question this expenditure in view of what I've just accomplished."
"You're a salesman all the way. Okay, I'll have that champagne with you."
Alice was-not accustomed to doing much drinking. Generally the most she would ever indulge in would be an occasional cocktail. The more champagne she drank, however, the most loosened up she tended to become. The more relaxed she felt, the more excited she became toward Dennis Scott.
He quickly sensed the developing level of excitement, and took the opportunity to touch her hand on several occasions. Each time he touched her, it caused her to become a little more excited than she had been on the previous such occasion.
By the time dessert was finished and the champagne bottle had been polished off, Dennis Scott decided that it was time to make his big pitch. His huge cock was throbbing against the material of his shorts as he continued to enhance his inner fascination toward young Alice Johnson.
"Would you like to come up to my room and talk for a little while?" he asked softly. As the words were flowing smoothly from his lips, he let the fingers of his left hand run gently over her right arm.
"I suppose I could, for just a few minutes. Then I'd better be getting home."
"Then let's go." He signalled for the bill, signed his name to the check, then left. On the elevator ride up to his ninth floor room, he felt himself becoming more strongly aroused than ever. His prick had been thrust out the full length beneath his pants.
They got out of the elevator and reached his room quickly. He slipped the key inside the door and they entered.
"You have a very nice room," Alice, walking a bit unsteadily from all the champagne she had had, told him.
But by that time Dennis Scott's mind was light-years removed from the beauty of his hotel room. All he could think about was Alice. He walked toward her slowly and planted his strong arms around her body. He let his arms come into contact with her smoothly, then permitted his mouth to drop down toward hers.
"I think you're a doll," he whispered.
A moment later his lips were plunging eagerly against hers. When she did not resist, and in fact encouraged by tightening her grip around his back, he kissed her a second time, followed by a third.
"I've got to undress you," he said softly.
"Oh, I love you."
Alice had never been an easy mark, and never in her life had she fallen so fast and gone so far with any man as she was then doing with Dennis Scott. She felt, however, an implicit trust toward him that would not waver.
She continued to feel it as he again swiftly unbuttoned her dress.
"I can hardly wait to see you naked," he said.
"I want to see you, too," she smiled naughtily, "with your All-American football player's physique."
"Now I'm not an All-American football player. I'm just a hot stud who happens to be in love with a beautiful filly."
"You can put it so beautifully."
"Don't judge me on my words. Judge me on my actions."
He skillfully removed her dress, then ran his fingers inside her bra and against her breasts. He let them slip and slide over the warm, solid crevices of flesh.
"What cute titties you've got," he said. "They're big, too, especially for such a little gal."
He then went to work on her bra, tugging at it until it came off.
Then there was nothing left but her panties, and his rapidly moving fingers easily pulled them off, after which he got his first look at her beautiful form.
"Damned but you're stacked," he said. "Even more than I figured you'd be. With a body like yours, it's a crime that you ever have to wear clothes."
"Thank you," she sighed.
He let the fingers of his right hand travel from her breasts down to her legs. He passed up her pussy on that occasion, deciding to hold out such action until later.
"Now it's time for me to undress," he said, "so just slide that beautiful little body of yours into bed."
He led her by the hand into the bedroom as a brother would a younger sister. He could tell that she had not had a good many affairs, which made her more appealing. He always considered the girls who had not played around that much, to be the best catches. He also considered them the best challenges.
Alice watched with wide-eyed fascination as he pulled back the covers. Then he walked over to her and took her by the arms. He leaned forward and kissed her lips several times, then led her toward the bed, easing her into it.
"Just relax there and I'll be with you in a second," he told her calmly.
She continued to watch him as he pulled off his suit jacket. He quickly went to work on his tie, then his shirt. In a brief flurry of finger movements, he had soon discarded his shirt and tie, then his tee shirt, which he wore underneath.
He slipped out of his trousers, then his shorts, kicking off his socks last.
He moved toward her, a hungry expression filling his face. Now it was perfectly obvious just where he stood and what he wanted.
As he moved toward her, he reached down and stroked his prick proudly several times. Her eyes remained fastened to his huge organ. She loved his body. He looked every bit the football player, complete with the rippling stomach muscles and the well-developed chest.
"You know what kind of power I believe in?" he asked her, throwing his right arm around her affectionately as he slid into bed next to her.
"What's that?"
"It's not white power, or black power, or any other color power. It's plain old ordinary penis power."
Alice found his remark funny, bursting into laughter. Observing her laughter was enough to make him laugh as well.
"Yes, I believe in penis power, and there's no place on earth my penis would rather be right now than somewhere in you," he told her frankly.
Dennis was breathing more heavily than before, a fact which Alice immediately noticed. She watched him slip his tongue into the voluptuous cleavage which separated her breasts. He stroked it in up and down fashion as would an enthusiastic young boy a lollipop.
He put his tongue to work next on her left breast, sucking all around it, then nibbling on it with his teeth. By the time he finished with her left tit, it was bathed in his saliva.
His next move was to go on to her right breast, on which he repeated the same action, letting the tongue slip and slide over it. He then nibbled on it.
Dennis was pleased to observe her instinctive happy reactions. Her body commenced flipping upwards to meet his spirited tongue thrusts.
"Those are great breasts, and I'll bet that beautiful pussy of yours is worth sucking on, too," he said after lifting his tongue from her breasts.
He let his tongue travel slowly but surely down the rest of her body, leading to her cunt. His tongue lashed against her stomach several times, focused upon her navel for several strokes, then wound up on her snatch.
"I'm going to eat that cunt," he told her with determination.
"Please be my guest."
"When's the last time you had it eaten?"
"I'd rather not say."
"That's your privilege. Now I'll go to work on it."
He allowed his fingers to manipulate over her ass cheeks. They probed searchingly, enjoying their contact with the firm folds of flesh. The tempo continued to build as he pinched the flesh several times, causing her body to quiver. The quivering movements got him all the more agitated in the cock and balls.
His tongue also remained agitated. It was desiring intimate contact with her vagina. He parted her legs with his fingers, then prepared himself for a quick onslaught.
He slipped his tongue over her moist mound several times, determined to break her in slowly.
"Oh, the way that feels," she said.
"Does it tickle?" he raised his head and asked her.
"Yes, and please go back."
"I can see that you obviously like it."
"Yes, yes. I really love it."
Now he was circulating his tongue more rapidly than before, allowing the tempo to continue to build. She sighed and her body swayed, particularly in the hips, as she enjoyed his spirited movements.
"You're absolutely burning me up in there," she gasped. "Just keep on sucking, I can't believe I'm this hot, I can't believe I could love anything this much."
Dennis, a very experienced man in the art of sex, allowed both hands plenty of latitude. With his right hand he went to work on her breasts, taking turns rubbing them one by one, every now and then pinching them.
As for his left, he put that to work roaming around her warm, fleshy buttocks' cheeks.
"You've got me in heaven, I can't believe anything could feel this good, keep it up, suck me," she gasped, completely carried away with what was happening. "Suck it, suck this cunt, I want it, suck me, dear."
Now he was working at top speed, delivering his tongue thrusts with rapier effectiveness. His tongue was like a darting bullet in search of a target. It was a beautiful target, her nice red well, her moist mound. It was as if it had been made for his tongue and it alone.
"I'm burning up, I'm burning up," she repeated.
Now her entire body was trembling. Sweat began to trickle down her brow and she closed her eyes and squinted as she neared the point of orgasm.
He continued drilling her, allowing his tongue to drive her into a whirlpool of ecstatic enjoyment.
As he pushed her ever closer to the ultimate precipice of orgasm, he reached out and slapped her buttocks' cheeks several more times with his hot hands. He did it in such a way that, although her flesh became reddened slightly, he was not really hurting her. The efforts amounted to no more than love thrusts, which they both enjoyed.
"Keep it up, I'm just about there, suck me again, Dennis, keep that tongue working, I love your movements," she shouted.
This time he allowed both hands to clinch her buttocks eagerly. He was set to receive her load. The juice then came bolting out of her aroused vagina and into his mouth. He swallowed it with the same degree of sophisticated enthusiasm, that a wine connoisseur would a bottle of aged vintage wine.
"You tasted delicious," he told her.
"I've never been sucked like that before."
"It's just one of the many fringe benefits you'll get being around me."
"I can hardly wait for some more."
"Take one look at this cock, baby. That's the best clue I can give you that more fringe benefits are on the way."
"You're so sexy. You even looked sexy that afternoon in your football uniform."
"But I'll bet I look sexier naked and with a hard-on."
"You certainly do."
"I'm going to slip this hot pecker into you."
"Oh, fuck me."
She could still hardly believe that she was letting herself go that much. If somebody had told her that morning that she would fall literally head over heels in love that afternoon and go to the hotel room of the man of her dreams without offering a bit of resistance, she would have thought such a person crazy.
But there was something in Dennis that caused her to completely let herself go, to do things with him that she would not have thought of doing with any other man within such a short period of time. It was a strange feeling that passed through her-it was like she did not know him, except sexually, but that, conversely, she had known him her entire life.
He played with her breasts, letting his fingers toy with them, allowing them a great deal of latitude. He pinched her nipples, this time a little more forcefully than before, as he anticipated going back to work.
"Get ready for this big cock," he told her.
"I'm ready for it."
"I'm gonna ram it up your cunt."
"Do whatever you want. I just want you to love me.
"I sure as hell do love you, baby, and I love this beautiful body that I'm fucking."
With a jet-propelled forward thrust, he let his cock slide eagerly inside her warm nest. It was inspiring to be inside her, the conquest of a beautiful new vagina.
"Oh, I'm in you," he exclaimed triumphantly. "That feels so good. Oh, it's so hard and long, I love the way it's jabbing me."
"Oh, keep those hips flailing. Keep them coming, baby, I want to fuck you and fuck you good."
"Oh, it feels so great."
He speared her with relentless zeal, letting his cock push forward. He was giving her a good stabbing without allowing his tool to push into her too fast or too hard.
"Just keep on fucking me," she begged.
Now he had her just where he wanted her. She was so hot that she was demanding it, eager to have him drive his hot, iron-like phallus into the deepest reaches of her moist snatch.
He drilled her with sparkling ease, pushing his prick high into her snatch.
"Give me a little of that hip action,"-he requested. "Just shake those beautiful hips a little, shake them up, give me a little action on the side."
The darting stabs continued as he stepped up the pace, moving his prick into her more briskly than before.
"Kiss me," she gasped.
"I will."
"Oh, it's so beautiful."
"Yes, it is."
He opened his mouth and let his tongue slip inside her. Their tongues met on a collision course, bathing in the glories of their self-propelled french love-stabs.
They were breathing more heavily than before, working their way down into the final stages of the love-making.
Now he was a panting, writhing mass of male sensuality as he drilled her with his sharp tool with several more penetrating efforts.
He let out one loud last gasp as the warm juice exploded out of the end of his hard rod. It flooded her love nest as she let out a sigh of her own.
"That was a pretty satisfying screw," he said.
"I can't believe it really happened to me."
"Was it too good to be real?"
"Yes, that's just how it felt."
"That's good, because that's the same way it felt for me."
By that time Alice decided it was time for her to leave. Besides, she realized, there would be no way for them to exceed or equal the level of sensation they had already enjoyed with their activity.
Dennis did not dress, except to put on his shorts and tee shirt. He then lolled in the bed as she finished dressing.
"I'll be leaving early tomorrow, but I'll be back soon. I hope we can get together then."
"I wouldn't think of letting you go after finding out how wonderful you are."
"The same goes for me."
They enjoyed one last tender lip kiss, after which she left.
"Here, take a cab," he thrust a bill into her hand.
"No, that's okay, I can walk."
"No, take a cab."
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
Alice arrived at the apartment a few moments later. Her lovable dog Wendel was there to greet her at the door.
"Hello, Wendel, how's my big man been?" she smiled.
He jumped up against her, placing his paws against her coat.
"Now I've got two wonderful men, you and Dennis Scott," she said happily.
It was the happiest she had been since her departed lover was around to make her happy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alice had fixed herself a television meal at home following a long day at the office.
Just as she was stretching out on her favorite easy chair, preparing to watch a television movie, the telephone rang.
"Hello," she began.
"Hello yourself, there," a man's voice wisecracked.
"Just who is this?"
"One of your many friends. Or should I say admirers?"
"You'll have to be more specific."
"That's a good answer." Dennis Scott burst into loud laughter. "How have you been, baby?"
"It's been better than two weeks since I last saw you."
"I know, I was planning on getting to New York last week but I got involved in some extra business in San Francisco. I got so tied up that I couldn't make it here until now."
"Where are you calling from?"
"The same place where we had our last fuck."
"That's putting it bluntly."
"You know, I just got in an hour ago. I went up to my room the first thing, took a nice warm shower, then dried myself. I started thinking about you and sat down on the bed, then my cock popped out all of a sudden. It was the perfect clue as to how I felt. I've got to see you."
"I'll be right over."
"Atta girl. I'll be playing with myself every second just waiting for you."
Her heart began pulsating. He sounded a little giddy, as if he had been doing some drinking, but she did not care. He was a beautiful man, the only man since her loved one's departure who had been able to make her happy. He was the first man who had been able to make her laugh and forget about the bleak past.
Since she did not want to take her dog with her for protection, and since it was pitch dark outside, Alice, who had taken recently to playing it more cautiously on the streets, took a cab over to the St. Moritz Hotel.
Once she got into the cab, she began thinking of why she had taken it. It was not a very long walk, and muggings did not occur very frequently in that area. Nor did rapes. But there was an ulterior motive, one which she began to realize once she really thought about it.
The real reason was that she was so worked up by the prospect of seeing her man again that she could not contain herself. Every additional minute away from him would be wasted, as far as she was concerned. She loved him and was determined to have him all to herself.
She thought about all the prospects for sex a handsome and successful young man like Dennis must have had in California, and it grieved her that she could not be with him all the time. Perhaps after she succeeded in bringing him to a liberating orgasm, she could discuss with him in earnest that evening the prospects for the future with them.
Alice arrived at the hotel, paying the cab driver, and rushing in through the front door. As she got into the lobby she remembered that in her excitement at hearing his voice again, she had not thought to ask him what room he was staying in.
She checked at the main desk, discovering that he was staying in Room 805.
She got into the elevator and rode it up to the eighth floor. She got out and practically sprinted toward Room 805. Her entire body was coming unglued with a burning anxiety.
She knocked at the door.
"Who is it?" she heard his voice.
"It's Alice," she quickly told him.
"Come right in, dear. You can guess where you'll find me." He burst into laughter following his remark.
Alice opened the door and entered the room. She made certain that she locked the door when she closed it. She felt a warm titillating excitement jolting throughout her body, producing magnetic chemistry, as she walked toward the bedroom.
She entered the room, observing him standing next to the bed with a bottle in his hand.
"There's my beautiful little baby," he laughed. "Come to your lover and he'll give you a big kiss."
He put down the bottle and extended his arms, preparing to meet her. He had a big grin on his face that caused him to take on the appearance of a big likable teddy bear.
Even though he had obviously had too much to drink for his own good, Alice did not mind. Generally, she did not take to intoxicated people at all, but this was different. He had a cute sensuality about him that, if anything, grew even more attractive while under the influence of alcohol.
He threw his arms around her tightly and delivered several steaming kisses to her lips. By then they were both heated up to their full levels of passion.
"Let's make wild love," he whispered.
"Why do you think I came here?"
"To make wild love, I guess."
Once more he laughed at his own remark. Then he thrust his tongue out and let it slide against her right earlobe. He then let it slip inside her ear itself, tickling it at its very base.
"That feels weird," she said.
"I deal in weird sensations."
"You're a weird and crazy guy, and I wouldn't change a thing."
"If that's the way you want me, I'm glad I'm that way."
Dennis ran his fingers over her breasts, then allowed his tongue freedom of access inside her mouth. It flicked with burning passion, continuing to accelerate as it worked its way around inside her warm mouth.
When he got her to the point where he was convinced she was as ready as he was, he ceased his activities suddenly.
"Would you like a drink before we get into the real rough stuff?" he asked her, as if giving her one last chance.
"No, I'm ready for the rough stuff now."
"You really are a game one."
"When I'm around you, I am."
"Like I said the first time we met, you're a real doll."
"But a doll you can fuck."
"That's what makes you better than those department store dolls."
Dennis reached out and slapped her thigh with his right hand. It seemed like every type of body contact with her, no matter how seemingly small it would be, animated him all the more.
Now his fingers were working authoritatively around her body. He worked her down on her back, contemplating further action. Just looking at that beautiful face and body once more was enough to provide him with the brisk sensuality that dominated him whenever he became involved with sex.
"Make me your woman, Dennis. Do anything you want with me."
"That's the way I believe in playing the game. All the way."
"Oh, lover, it's been so lonely being without you."
"Sorry I couldn't have made it earlier."
He let his fingers slip and press against her breasts one more time. Then he threw his arms around her and guided her downward into bed. He let his fingers slip up and down her warm flesh, as if to familiarize himself anew with the beautiful possession he held and dominated with his own hands.
"As always, you look good enough to eat."
"You're welcome to eat me anytime you like."
"That's the kind of talk I like to hear. You've heard of the Open Door Policy?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with us?"
"Well, I believe in the open cock and tongue policy. That's the one I like to follow."
"Aren't you cute?"
"I don't know about that. All I know is that I'm hot and ready to fuck."
Several smoldering kisses later, he manipulated his body around to where it faced hers directly. His tongue was not that far removed then from her snatch, and her tongue was located directly across from his peter.
"Reach out and play with that big cock," he ordered her soothingly. "Prove just how bad you want it."
He settled back and enjoyed her stroke technique. She slipped her fingers around his leathery cock, then let them glide up and down the lengthy surface.
"Now that's what I call cock-massaging," he laughed. "Now I want you to tickle my balls with your other hand while you're running your fingers over my prick."
"I'm ready to do anything you say."
"Oh, that feels just fantastic, you can really work those fingers," he lauded her, as her fingers explored his meat and balls.
As she continued running her fingers with brisk urgency over his cock and balls, he decided to retaliate by putting his own fingers to work, making his own unique type of sexual music.
He let his fingers travel enthusiastically over her snatch. He slid them with great eagerness, moving briskly yet rather slowly as he watched the tempo gradually build.
"I'm going to cause this pussy to explode," he said.
"You're already got it tickling."
"Just like you've got my cock and balls tickling."
"What great music we're making."
"We make a great sheet duo."
"We certainly do."
"You know what we're doing?"
"What?"
"We're making sheet music."
They both laughed, continuing their vigorous movements. They got to where they began matching one another on a stroke-for-stroke basis. The tempo became synonymous. As one of them would speed up action, so would the other.
The longer the fingers stroked, the hotter they became. Their bodies began to roll and their hips started to sway as the finger movements became more intense. Pretty soon they were both moving their fingers with every ounce of passionate excitement they could bring to bear.
He received great enjoyment by letting his fingers explore the inner reaches of her vagina. With every movement, he could sense the kind of excitement that was going on inside her body.
They were creating their own brand of stimulating sexual chemistry.
"Do you really like this kind of action?" he asked.
"I love it. How about you?"
"That's like asking a duck if he likes water. That's like asking a kid if he likes to go to the circus. That's like asking a cowboy if he likes horses."
"I get the point, I get the point."
"It feels so great letting this finger push into your pussy."
Now he was concentrating with his right forefinger, dabbing it into her moist love nest, enjoying every satisfying sensation. He loved it in particular every time that her body would twist and turn in rhythmic response to the movements he was generating.
"Oh, you really know how to turn me on," she said.
"Keep on turning me on with those fingers of yours. Give me a little more action around the balls. You shouldn't discriminate against a guy's nuts."
"Perish the thought of me discriminating against a guy's hot nuts."
"Keep the old nuts burning."
"Keep my cunt on fire."
"This is absolute heaven."
"I know what you mean. I'm going out of my mind."
"It's great we can do this to each other."
"Oh, how nice."
"That's the movement. Keep it up, I like that movement, I really do."
"I wouldn't think of stopping now."
"Neither would I."
By then each of them had worked up a sweat from the stimulating action. His fingers were ablaze over her racy cunt, and her fingers were attacking his cock and balls in a blistering manner. Since he had personally requested more attention in the balls, she sought out to satisfy him in that regard.
"That's it, you're jerking on those balls just right," he complimented her. "That's just the right motion. That's the knack, that's the perfect movement. Just keep jerking, twist those fingers just a little bit. It doesn't have to be much, just a little. That's it, you're turning into a real pro, you're getting to where you can really please me."
"Oh, keep that finger picking around my pussy. I really like that, too."
They kept up their brisk pace, continuing to stimulate each other. They both knew that, as the hot sensations continued multiplying within them, that the finger movements would have to cease shortly, being replaced by something more intimate.
"I don't want you to keep it up until I explode," he said, "as delightful an experience as that might be. I want you to stop so that we can get into some intense sucking."
"I'm willing to stop anytime that you say so."
"Let's make it now."
"Fine with me."
"Let's consider it done."
He removed the forefinger, which he had used to tantalize her pussy through his stabbing movements, and she released her fingers from his cock and balls.
Now they were both ready to continue their activities. The finger exercises had caused them both to become more excited, and their bodies were still quivering from the brisk action which they had supplied one another.
Now it was time to get down to the sucking. Now it was time for them to seek out each other's orgasmic juices, so they could receive the kind of beneficial juices that accompany love-making.
"I've dreamed for the last two weeks about this beautiful pussy, and the juice I would get from it," Dennis said frankly.
"I've got news for you, honey. This hot little pussy has been waiting for you all this time."
"It's a nice pussy, and I promise to take very good care of it."
"You know, I've been getting awful lonesome waiting for this hard dick of yours to show up."
"Interesting, because it has been asking about you."
"When my pussy gets together with your cock, there's nothing like it."
"I'm hip! It's the greatest fucking sheet music on the face of the earth."
"It's absolute heaven."
"That's better yet-it's heaven. It's out of this world. There's nothing in this world to match it." It made Alice chuckle to herself to think about the way things had been going from the time of that first sex episode with Dennis. In just a short time he had not only broken down her barriers of restraint in a way that they had never been dismantled previously, but he had also altered her own basic personality to such an extent that she was easily able to carry on in mad discourse with him.
"Now I've just got to get to that pussy."
"And I've got to get to your cock."
They went back to work immediately, proceeding briskly with their activity. That lengthy warm-up, the dramatic foreplay in which they matched each other stroke-for-stroke in a series of electrifying finger movements, had brought them to this point.
Now they were content to go all the way, to engage in a vigorous sixty-nine and collect each other's passionate juice.
They became so thoroughly enchanted with each other's instrument that they did not even look up to draw a deep breath. They were totally wrapped up in what they were doing, completely immersed in their sexual activity, totally oblivious to anyone or anything else. It was a case of throwing all caution to the winds and sucking to their hearts content.
Dennis led the way by allowing his tongue to burrow inside the hot asshole of Alice. All he had to do was flick his tongue within her ass several times. That was enough to cause her entire body to vibrate seismically.
Alice immediately got the point, deciding that Dennis wanted the same type of exciting activity. So she went to work thrusting her own tongue inside his anus. It marked another first for her, since she had never sucked out an ass before. Even though she had loved the man of her dreams, the man who had been killed in the automobile accident, they generally did not engage in oral activities. Occasionally he would go down on her box, usually when she asked for it, and once in awhile she would suck his cock, also usually upon request. But it was seldom that they allowed themselves to suck, with the uninhibited grace that she and Dennis were bringing to bear at that particular moment with their actions.
He kept up the ass-sucking until her body began trembling so noticeably, that he recognized that she would need some cunt attention fast. At that point he shifted his action abruptly to her hot snatch, licking around it and enjoying its moistness. In order to give her all the sensual thrills he could, he drove his forefinger high into her rectum to provide her with more stimulation.
Alice was more than happy to follow his lead once more. She quickly abandoned her own movements inside his ass, letting her tongue flip up and down the lengthy base of his warm, elongated prick. Her fingers of her left hand continued toying with his balls, while she used the forefinger of her right hand to thrust high inside his hot ass.
Dennis stuck determinately to his sucking, recognizing how close his lover was to explosion. She bolted her first load while he was sucking her and simultaneously running his hot finger high in her anus.
The orgasm precipitated a more exciting brand of sucking within Alice. Now she was stoutly determined, even more than ever, to taste his hot liquids in her mouth. She ran her fingers over his balls lightly, while her tongue slipped up and down the warm inflated cock skin.
They kept it up several more seconds, eventually achieving a mutual orgasm. At the very point at which the warm white semen came shooting out of the end of Dennis' hot stick, a load of pussy juice was escaping out of Alice's juicy pit.
"That's the best sixty-nine I've ever had in my life," Dennis declared emphatically.
"Me, too."
"We have a great sense of timing."
"Like you said, it's great sheet music."
"Like you said, it's heaven."
"It's heaven, and you're heaven." She reached out and tickled his balls, causing him to smile.
"All this exercise has me ready for another drink. How about you?" He looked over at her.
"Well, I suppose so." She actually did not want to drink at all, but wanted to please him more than anything else. Hence, she would agree to drink with him.
He poured a generous amount of whiskey into an empty glass. As for himself, he drank out of the bottle.
Now that she had given him a great time, succeeding to a degree that even she had not realized that she would achieve, Alice decided that it was time to get down to serious conversation. She had thought about the necessity of seeking out his intentions, and even though she was feeling a phantasmagorias lift, she recognized the importance of seeking him out.
"Just how much do you like me?" she looked at him with seriousness after taking a quick sip from her glass.
"I love you. You're a great fuck."
"I mean, how much do you really like me?"
"You'll have to be more specific. What are you driving at?"
"It's just this. I like you very much, and I just hope there's nobody else in your life. There's nobody else in mine, and I hope that yours is the same way."
"You've got to be kidding," his eyes narrowed as he looked at her strangely. He put the bottle he had been sipping from on top of a nearby table. "I do hope you're not serious, baby."
"Of course, I'm serious. It might shock you, but I was thinking you had serious intentions toward me.
"My intentions are completely sincere. You're a great fuck and I like to go to bed with you. As far as I'm concerned, you can sleep with me anytime I come to New York."
"How about other times?" she shot back peevishly.
"That's another story," he shook his head. "I've got a wife and kids back in Los Angeles, and even though I dig you, my wife just might not understand if you came knocking on the door late one night and asked if you could sleep with me."
"I don't believe it. This has to be another one of your jokes." Her face became pale and her eyes remained frozen on him. She kept hoping that she would detect a sign of facetious activity on his part, a tell-tale smile, or, better yet, unrestrained laughter.
"I'm not kidding at all," he shook his head in dead earnest. "I've been married since my sophomore year in college."
"Then how could you lead me down a blind path?"
"I wasn't leading you down any blind path. I just asked you to go to dinner with me one night, and one thing led to another, after which we ended up in the same bed together. Haven't you ever heard about salesmen before? It's a fact of life. You're living in New York, girl. Act a little more sophisticated."
"Why you rotten son-of-a-bitch," she erupted angrily.
"Hey, now, watch your blood pressure," he chuckled. "Did you really think this was one of those romances that was destined to wind up at the altar?"
"As naive as it might sound, I thought you had serious intentions toward me."
"Back where I come from, fucking is a serious enough intention. I don't know what more you want."
"I'm not a slut, and I will not be treated like one."
"Hell, if I thought you were a slut, I would have offered you ten bucks the first time I met you and forgotten about the dinner. I sure wouldn't have taken you to a classy place like the St. Moritz, even if I had taken you out. That is, if I'd thought you were a slut."
"You really know all the answers. You're very handsome, very smooth, and you dress very well. But underneath it all, you're a slimy, crawling bastard."
"Cut it out, now. That kind of talk never helped anyone."
"Maybe not, but as far as I'm concerned, it's the truth. I've never been so deceived in all my life."
"I never promised you a wedding ring."
"No, you didn't. Let's just say that I was pretty stupid to think all that I did."
She jumped up from the bed and laid the glass he had given her down on the table. It still contained a great deal of whiskey in that she had only had a few tiny sips. She dressed quickly as he stood next to the bed looking at her. Occasionally he would pick up the bottle and take a long swig from it.
"Now don't go storming off like that," he said, after she had finished dressing.
"Just what am I supposed to do?" she asked him squarely.
"Look, let me at least pay for the cab. Let's just consider this a misunderstanding. I'd like to keep on seeing you."
"You can go to hell," she told him briskly, walking quickly toward the door.
"Come on back here, don't be so mad."
She slammed the door and the tears began to fall as she headed for the elevator. She was thankful for one thing. She was on the elevator by herself going down. At least she did not have to suffer the additional humiliation of having some stranger watch her shed tears.
When she got outside in the cold, she did not even have the desire to take a cab home. She wanted to walk back to the apartment. She wanted time to let her head clear.
The more she thought about it, the better she realized just how naive she had been. Perhaps she had too much of the small-town Iowa girl in her.
Maybe he had been a son-of-a-bitch and a bastard, just as she had said, but she had to reluctantly admit that he had been perfectly correct in telling her that he had not given her any indications of a lasting relationship, other than that of climbing into bed with one another.
As difficult as it might be for her to swallow, she had to recognize that not everyone looked upon sex in the same manner she did. She would have thought it unthinkable to go to bed with another person had she been married, such as Dennis Scott was able to do. He had no compunctions about it, whereas she would have had many.
Alice remained in a crushed state as she reached the apartment and went inside. Her handsome German Shepherd dog, Wendel, who had been sleeping during her absence, shook his head as she came in the door. He got up from the rug where he had been sleeping and ran toward her, his tail wagging.
Seeing that beautiful dog running toward her, as friendly as ever, gave her a badly needed psychical lift. She had been dragged down into the dumps as a result of the disappointment with Dennis Scott, but now she realized she had one true friend in the world, her loyal dog Wendel.
"Hello, Wendel, honey," she talked baby-talk to him.
Wendel began barking in a friendly fashion, his tail wagging.
"Do you love me, Wendel?" she looked at him fondly.
He barked and wagged his tail, which she interpreted as a clearly affirmative sign.
He continued looking at her, and she soon recognized why. She had read and heard about how sensitive dogs could be about picking up on the emotions of others. Wendel obviously recognized that she was not feeling well about something, and was seeking to compensate by putting her in a good frame of mind.
"You're my lover," she smiled.
She reached over and petted him with her right hand. He responded by licking her hand and arm. The stimulating contact of his warm tongue thrusting wetly and sharply against her skin caused her to feel good.
"You do love me, don't you?" she smiled.
Upon realizing how she was taking to his attention, handsome Wendel jumped up on his hind legs and rested his paws against her arms. She held him up and became impressed anew as his tongue slipped and slid against her face.
He was showing her in every way he could just how much he thought of her. A bewildering thought then raced through her mind-she wondered just how far he would want to go with her, provided he had the chance. She recalled hearing about bizarre incidents of girls becoming so devoted to their dogs that they had sex with them.
Prior to then, she had always regarded such activities as deranged in the extreme. Now she was beginning to have other thoughts. As Wendel continued licking her face, she observed herself becoming warm and tingly all over her body. It was the same way she had felt toward Dennis Scott.
Once he stopped licking her and got back down on all fours, she decided upon a bit of experimentation, just to see how far Wendel would go.
She walked into the bedroom. Wendel followed closely behind her. His tongue was hanging loose outside his mouth, and he had an alert look in his eyes.
As Alice started to take her coat off, she looked down at Wendel. She got a look at his rock-hard prick. It was a huge, devastating tool. It was so red and inviting, so much so that she had a desire to touch it.
Alice decided to get out of her clothes as fast as she could. She wanted to get naked for Wendel, to see how he would react. Every now and then her eyes would shift toward that huge cock. The longer she looked at it the more impressed she became.
She got out of her clothes, and now wore only her panties and bra. She observed Wendel looking at her. His tongue was hanging out and his breathing had become heavier.
"Are you just like any other man, when you get right down to the nitty-gritty?" she asked.
It looked, judging by his reaction, as if that were precisely the case. He looked hot and sexy and ready to go.
Alice jumped out of her panties and bra quickly. Now she was standing naked before him.
Once more his tail began to wag. She noticed his nose beginning to pick up the scent of something. It flipped from side to side nervously. He then walked over toward her. Now it was becoming all to evident to her just what was causing the attention.
He had picked the musky scent of her pussy! As he came over closer to her, she began anticipating the same kinds of sensations she had received just a short time earlier from Dennis. But there was one difference-her dog Wendel was far more sincere than Dennis Scott ever was or ever would be.
"Does my baby really want some action?" she asked.
As if helping to answer her own question, she lowered her body into bed, lying on her back and running the fingers of her left hand eagerly over her snatch, which became immediately hot and moist. All she had to do for inspiration was to look down at that long dick between Wendel's legs.
She ran her fingers over her pussy long enough to collect some moisture. She then removed the fingers from her snatch and held them out in the direction of Wendel's nose.
"Do you like to smell pussy, baby?" she asked.
His tongue reached out and licked the juice off of her fingers. His tail wagged all the while. He was obviously enjoying himself, and seeing that he was made her all the happier.
"I can see that we're going to have loads of fun," Alice exclaimed.
Seeing Wendel enjoy her pussy juice caused her to feel great enthusiasm. Perhaps it had not been her imagination at work. Maybe Wendel was after some stimulating activity.
It was miraculous how fast she was able to put her sad past behind her. She might have been crushed earlier that evening, but now she could not fathom any of it. She was no longer feeling sad, her spirits were brightening as Wendel looked at her with intense, passionate concern.
"So you like to sniff and lick my pussy juice, huh?" she looked at her German Shepherd and smiled. "You're a very good dog, a real handsome fellow."
She let her fingers run soothingly over his fur. The longer she touched him, the more excited she became. It was an edifying experience unlike any other she could conceive of-she was enjoying stimulating soulful communion with her own pet dog.
Who said that a woman could not relate to an animal? she thought. As a matter-of-fact, she found herself better able to relate to Wendel than she could relate to a number of humans, particularly when they were like Dennis. The longer her fingers brushed against his coat, the more excited she became about seeing just how far Wendel would want to go with her.
She parted her legs, giving Wendel more than sufficient opportunity to look at her brown-haired love slit.
"Now you can look at my pussy, Wendel," she smiled.
She decided to give Wendel a free show. She moved her right fingers down between her legs, letting them slide around her moist snatch. The longer she kept it up, the faster her actions became, and the speedier she allowed her fingers to roam around the warm snatch, the more exciting the prospect of sex with her dog became.
"Come on up here and suck my snatch," she said. "Come on, baby, come up and see your lover. Give me lots of good loving."
She patted the bed, hoping to entice him into it with her. He immediately responded to her signal, leaping on top of it. She let her hips sway back and forth to attract more attention, then put her fingers to work once more over her hot nest.
"You're welcome to suck it any time you like," she said. She was giving her dog carte blanche to suck out her snatch, and was wondering if he would go ahead and do it. Much to her great joy, Wendel began sniffing her snatch. She could see that he was attracted to the smell of her womanly organ. He buried his cold nose against her pussy, sniffing eagerly.
Even though his nose was cold, she would not have thought of protesting. She could see that he was gradually feeling his way around, and it would probably only be a short time before he would be pushing ahead further.
"Suck it, suck that cunt," she encouraged.
The tongue was then let loose as Wendel flicked it around inside her warm mound. Her body vibrated to every thrusting stab, and she was happy that he was as aroused by her as he was.
"Just keep up that sucking, I love that movement," she said.
The more sucking Wendel got in, the better he liked it, and the quicker his tongue began to move. Soon he was stabbing and slicing with his hot red tongue in such a way that she forgot all about Dennis Scott and the sixty-nine they had enjoyed.
She felt that, when all was said and done, the dog actually put more sincerity into the act than Dennis did. Not only that, but he had a longer tongue, along with a native instinct on how to use it.
The efforts continued at a brisk clip until she reached the verge of orgasm.
"Stay with it, honey. Suck my juices," she encouraged.
Several darting tongue stabs later the juice began to fly out of her snatch and into Wendel's mouth.
"You're a great pussy-eater," she said with delight.
Now she was relaxed enough to go to sleep. Wendel had taken care of all that. He had brought her back swiftly from the sense of tragic frustration she had known following the argument with Dennis.
A great surge of peace dominated her. Things were much better now. She had received just the right kind of loving, and from a unique source-her own dog.
CHAPTER FIVE
No sooner did Alice arrive home the next afternoon, then Wendel was waiting for her.
Apparently spurred on by what had occurred the night before, Wendel was seeking to capitalize on the emerging development of a new relationship with his mistress. Up until the night before, she had done no more than to pet her handsome German Shepherd dog. Now things had reached a new state, what with Wendel sucking out her warm pussy. It had been in many ways a difficult day for her at the office. The thing that had been hardest for her to endure was having to talk to and face Dennis Scott once more. He put on a smooth act which was designed to patch up what had happened the night before, but she wasn't having any of it.
Alice remained firm in her judgment. She would not conveniently serve as a mistress for a handsome married man, a convenient sex escape hatch to be utilized anytime he came to New York. She would not have any of that, and she let Dennis know it immediately.
"Maybe we were a little premature in carrying things as far as we did last night," he told her.
"Not at all. We spoke plainly and to the point.' "Maybe a little too plainly."
"I think not."
"Well, I mean about this either-or stuff-either getting married or forgetting about sex. That's pretty immature, especially for this day and age."
"Call it whatever you want, by this time I don't really care what you think, but that's my feeling. I don't care to play around with married men. If that's being a prude, then so be it."
"You're awfully damn stubborn when you want to be."
"I stick to my guns when I feel it's in my interest to do so. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some typing to do."
"Oh, shit."
He stalked off angrily at that point, going into Byron Jones' office. She felt triumphant, like she had conquered a great hurdle. He had come back to tempt her and she had resisted.
Now she was home, and Wendel never looked better. She looked down at him and observed that huge throbbing penis. She wondered just how far she should go with him. After all, they had enjoyed the action of the evening before, when he had sucked out her love nest.
They could continue having a relationship on that level. But the longer she looked at that huge dick, which was poised and ready for action, the more she desired to go on to something else. She wanted to know what it was like at least to touch that huge pecker.
She got down on her knees and Wendel ran toward her. He thrust out that same long red tongue that had sucked her pussy so talentedly the night before, and let it lick her face. Now that he was touching her once more, she began feeling better about everything.
"You're a pretty sexy boy when you get right down to it," she told her dog. "Very sexy, just how far would you like to go? You're quite a guy, quite a sexy guy."
After Wendel finished licking her, Alice thought some more about how far she should go with him. The longer she looked at that long swollen dick, the more turned on she became. The more turned on she became, the more willing she also became to take chances.
She finally reached out with her right hand and grabbed hold of that long dick, which she had been admiring from a distance. She was eager to discern the reaction of the dog.
Much to Alice's surprise, he reacted even more noticeably than she would have anticipated. He began to pant hungrily, as the sex tempo within his strong body accelerated. His tongue hung out loosely from his mouth, while he panted at a rapid clip.
"So you like that, huh?" she laughed.
Now she knew that they would have to go all the way. There would be no getting around it. It was as if, even though they could not communicate linguistically, they understood each other all too clearly. They wanted all the sensation that they could supply for one another.
She thought it wise to run her fingers up and down the base of his long prick for a series of strokes. That way she would get the hang of what she was about to attempt, while giving him an opportunity to get even hotter.
As she ran her fingers up and down the long warm hard-on for several minutes, she recognized it was time to switch her attentions to something else.
Now it was time for her to make her most daring move yet! She leaned forward and let her tongue slip against the huge peter of the dog she loved. She let it slide up and down over the long base, allowing the sexual tempo to build.
Alice was sucking a cock and enjoying every stroke. She would have thought of such an act as perverted, even minutes earlier, but once the bounds of restraint had been severed, she was willing to let the chips fall where they may.
Wendel's tail wagged enthusiastically as her tongue strokes became more brisk. Up and down she let it fly, eager to eventually taste his warm juices.
Now she was drilling with great urgency, determined to taste him. He was eagerly accepting every sweeping up and down movement of her hot tongue, getting ready to unleash a huge load of juice.
When the huge thick stream of semen was unleashed, it was too much for her to swallow in totality. Some of the juice trickled out of the sides of her mouth, even though she was able to swallow most of it.
"That's my beautiful dog," she laughed.
She looked down at that big cock again and recognized that it had hardly gone down at all. It was still standing firm and tall, and she remained eager for action.
"Let me get out of my clothes," she told him.
She jumped quickly to her feet and went into the bedroom. He followed directly behind her. He was rapidly becoming her shadow.
Alice removed her clothing as he watched closely. His tongue hung out of his mouth, and his tail often wagged. He was apparently eager to get in some more action, she thought, and she was eager to please him in any way that she knew how.
Once she slipped out of her panties and bra, she lowered her body nimbly into bed. She let her hips rotate back and forth while she ran her fingers over her hot snatch.
"How'd you like to suck this?" she looked at Wendel and asked.
Wendel responded by throwing his head up in the air and barking several times. As he barked his tail wagged. He was getting ready for some more torrid sex activity.
"Come on up here, baby, and give your lover some of that good Wendel loving," she smiled.
He barked several more times, then jumped into bed with her. His tongue was eagerly alive and hopeful of brisk activity. Wendel let it explore her face, flipping it back and forth over her face until she was covered with his saliva, then he permitted it to attack her stomach.
"Give me a tongue bath, keep that tongue going," she said. "Just keep on licking with that hot tongue."
Once he bathed her body with his tongue, she became more excited for sex. She took her right hand and let it glide eagerly over her warm snatch. The tempo began to build, and soon her fingers were flying at a furious pace.
"Come on and suck my cunt," she told him with urgency.
His tongue converged upon her moist nest, slipping and sliding. Her body twisted and turned with every movement, enjoying the liberating sensations applied by his warm tongue.
"Just keep that beautiful tongue sliding," she said. "Keep it up, Wendel baby, keep on sucking me, keep on sucking your lover, lick that cunt, lick it, I really love it, lick it."
She shot a first time. He eagerly gobbled up the load. He went back and continued his brisk activity, hoping to receive yet another load of juice.
The second load followed quickly on the heels of the first, following which he went back yet for a third. That was also quickly consummated on the basis of several flaming tongue stabs.
"You're too much," she concluded, reaching over and petting him.
Now there was the sight of that long flaming cock staring her in the face once more. Again she was eager for some brisk contact with it.
She grabbed hold of it and pushed it toward her cunt. She wanted to find out just how he would manipulate his warm stick inside her flaming vagina.
She shoved the cock into her vaginal opening until, upon letting out a loud gasp, he managed to satisfactorily enter her. She heard his cock lock and knew that he was ready to undertake the brisk activities she had intended for him.
Wendel rocked back and forth, burying his hot joint deeply inside her mound. Her body twisted and turned, contorting with his every forward thrust.
Now they were doing it at top speed. He was fucking her and she was using her hips and ass to help him grind out a good fuck.
"Fuck me," she roared, "fuck me, Wendel, I want it, I want you to screw me, fuck, fuck."
The lightning stabs continued, and with them she felt all the sexier. The dog was letting himself go, driving his flaming peter deep inside her mound in just the way that she had wanted it. She was ready for him, and was doing all that she could to play along.
She knew that she was getting so hot that she would also explode. It was just a question of whether she could time her explosion with his. It would be great, she thought, to enjoy a stimulating mutual orgasm.
"Just keep up that fucking, keep it up, Wendel, I want your hot juice inside me. I want you to fuck me," she said, "fuck me, stick that hot pecker in me, fuck me, make me your woman, go after me, screw me, fuck me, fuck me, I want it."
Now that she had reached ecstatic heights, he was more aroused than ever. He wanted to provide the ultimate in benefits for his hot mistress. It made him feel so good to be able to fuck her.
Knowing that Wendel was having a good time screwing her made her all the happier. Her sweaty body vibrated to his touch. He kept on steadily ramrodding her with his flaming pecker, pushing himself ever closer to the big moment of orgasmic relief.
Her entire body felt tingly, and she felt herself drawing close to an orgasm of her own. She was hoping that she could hold off until he shot, since that way they would have the honor of doing it together.
"Just keep up those strokes, keep up that action," she encouraged. "Fuck me, keep that hot prick grinding, keep on driving it inside me, keep on fucking me, keep on screwing me, screw me, fuck me, stick your pecker in me, I want it, I want it."
Soon she closed her eyes and felt the warm juice shooting inside her. At that precise moment she let out a sigh as juice also spilled from her organ.
"Nice, very nice," she petted him.
Wendel had been a faithful lover to her. He had done all that had been asked of him and much more. She ran her fingers over his thick coat, expressing gratitude in the only way that she knew how.
Having sex with him could be a beautiful experience, she was finding out, and sex activity with Wendel did not carry with it the terrible disappointment that screwing with so many men did.
Wendel did not have an ego problem, like somebody on the order of Dennis Scott did. He was content to please her, and she similarly devoted herself to the subject of pleasing him.
She dressed quickly, then went into the kitchen. She fixed herself a steak, which she had been saving for a special occasion. She had thought that she might serve it for Dennis, but now she realized the best thing she could do would be to share it with her lover.
Alice therefore divided the steak up, cooking half of it for herself, and placing the other half of it down on the floor. It would give Wendel a well-deserved gift.
He deserved a thick, juicy slice of raw steak after all the wonderful sensations he had supplied for her.
"Eat hearty, my love," she told him.
Following dinner she polished off a large portion of wine. It was cause for celebration. She had finally found a faithful lover. Even if she did not meet any promising men who had genuine feeling for her, she knew that there would always be handsome Wendel waiting for her.
She went into the living room, sprawled out on the floor with her shoes off, and watched a movie. She found it fun lying on the floor since it meant that Wendel could be near her.
As she watched the television, he lay at her feet. She loved hearing and feeling the warm purring sound which he emitted.
She thought once more about Dennis Scott. She had given him just the kind of treatment he had deserved. After all, he had tried to use her. She looked down at Wendel, who laid at her feet looking so innocent.
"You're my lover, my only lover right now," she looked down at him and petted his head. "Do you like to be my lover?"
He looked up at her with contentment written all over his face.
The movie ended and she went to bed. Wendel went to sleep in the living room, curling up into a warm corner of the room. She tried to get to sleep, but it took her a great deal of time before she succeeded.
There was just too much to think about. Like Wendel, and just how far their romance would go.
She began wondering if maybe she were not perverted. Yes, it had been fun to fuck with her dog, but maybe she was still doing something that was totally wrong. Things could be fun and still be wrong. For instance, it had been fun to fuck with Dennis, but circumstances later proved that such activity was wrong for her.
The more she thought about it the more perplexed she became. It had been strange the way she was drawn step by step into the act of love-making with her handsome canine.
She finally got to sleep, and as she did she began dreaming. Dennis surfaced in her dream, displaying his warm hard cock. All of a sudden, Wendel popped into the picture.
She went over and kissed Wendel on the nose, ignoring Dennis. He pouted, angry at being ignored by her. It was a cutting blow to his ego.
Even in her dreams, Wendel was certain to appear. And, as in real life, he came across as the handsome, sensitive soul she always found him to be. She awakened in the middle of the night and thought about the dream she had had. She wondered if perhaps she were not cracking up. If she were, it seemed like such a pleasant way to go. Whereas sex with men had had such tragic ramifications, sex activity with Wendel seemed to produce nothing other than pure unadulterated joy.
She decided that it was high time that her life realized a little joy along with so much of the morbidity that she had been forced to endure. Maybe, thanks to Wendel, things were beginning to dramatically change.
CHAPTER SIX
"You're looking kind of in the dumps, dear," Sylvia exclaimed.
"What makes you say that?" Alice replied, a bit tersely.
"It just shows. For one thing, I notice you've been tearing up a lot of paper. That means you're jumpy and you've been making mistakes. I just get the feeling you've been working too hard, and you need a little something of an outlet."
"You're exaggerating. I'm just having one of those days, that's all."
"The thing to do is to explore the reasons why you're having a day like you are. I think you could stand a little change of pace."
"Just what are you driving at?"
Five o'clock was not far away, the end of another long work day. Sylvia had been observing Alice from her desk not far away. She liked Alice, but felt a little sorry for her, feeling that Alice was driving herself too hard on the job and not getting enough of some of the good things in life.
"I've got an invitation to go to a party tomorrow night. How'd you like to come along?" Sylvia asked her. Sylvia managed to get around quite a bit. She was a dark-haired attractive girl of twenty-four. Between her personality and looks, she was generally able to make a good impression. "Oh, thank you, but I don't think I'd better."
"And why not?"
"I'm busy."
"You're what?"
"I'm busy."
"That's a lot of nonsense. You're a little too shy for your own good, A party would do you loads of good. Besides, tomorrow's Friday and you don't even have to get up to go to work the next day."
"Where's this thing taking place?"
"A townhouse out in the Central Park section. Out in the 60's. It's being given by Alex Norman, the industrialist."
"Forgive me for asking this, but just how did you get to know Alex Norman?"
"I met him at a cocktail gathering in my bosses' place a few weeks ago. My boss was a fraternity brother of his."
"You don't say. What kind of man is he?"
"He's dreamy. Real dreamy. He just got a divorce recently, you know."
"Yes, I remember reading something about that. Just how well do you know him?"
"Not like you might think," Sylvia laughed. "We talked and we got along well together. So he invites me over to his place now and then. The thing I like about parties is that people go there alone and meet other interesting people. It's really a great scene, and he won't mind if I bring a guest along. I'd like to take you. And you'd like to meet him."
"Maybe I can make it."
"Of course, you can."
The following evening a cab pulled up in front of Alice's apartment at eight o'clock. Sylvia told her she would meet her then, and they could proceed by cab to Alex Norman's townhouse.
She felt very nervous about going to the party. She recognized that some of the most sophisticated people in New York City would more than likely be represented at the party. She wondered if she would belong, if she would fit in.
No sooner did she enter the sweeping living room with the high ceilings and the extraordinarily large fireplace, than she began to feel more nervous than ever.
When she observed how much more expensively many of the women in the room were dressed than she was, she began feeling inferior about her station as a little office secretary.
Sylvia introduced her to a small group of people with whom she was acquainted. The group broke up into conversation and Alice, who felt both bored and ill at ease, soon broke away and walked toward the fireplace, where she stood with a drink in her hand.
"I guess every group has a loner," she turned and observed a handsome man in a light blue suit smiling at her. He also held a drink in his hand.
"I guess so."
"You're a beautiful loner, anyway."
"Thank you," she said, her tone weighted with sarcasm.
"I take it you don't think too much of gatherings like these."
"No, I really don't."
"I agree with you. Neither do I."
"That's good." She smiled lightly. Suddenly she was beginning to like this handsome, dark-haired man, now that they had something in common.
"I don't know why I let myself get roped into going to these things," he admitted.
"I let a friend of mine talk me into going."
"You came with Sylvia, didn't you?"
"That's right," she nodded. "You know Sylvia?"
"A little. What is your name?"
"Alice Johnson."
"Glad to know you, Alice. I'm Alex Norman, the host of this drab affair."
Her eyes widened with astonishment and her face turned slightly pale upon the recognition that she was talking to the host of the party. Here she had been talking about what a boring time she was having, and she was making these statements to the man hosting the gathering.
"You don't have to feel funny about making cracks about the party," he put her at ease, sensing what was going through her at that point. "When I said I was bored by all this phony stuff, I really was. It's expected of me to give bashes like these. A lot of the people here are business contacts. The others are friends. Then there are a few that are social climbers and consider it a big thrill to show up at these stuffy little affairs, like your friend Sylvia. I invite her because she seems to enjoy escaping from her own world."
"That's right, she does."
He looked at her glass, which was almost empty.
"Looks as if both of our drinks could stand a little freshening. Let me take your glass."
"Thank you."
"Excuse me a moment."
She watched Alex Norman wind his way through several groups of milling drinkers as he headed toward the bar. Every now and then he would be intercepted, being forced to talk to groups of people.
Sylvia, who had been observing the conversation between Alice and Alex, walked excitedly over to where Alice was standing.
"Wow, looks like you're hitting it off beautifully with the host," she smiled. "Didn't I tell you it would do you good to come here?"
"We've been talking," she shrugged.
"He likes you, I can tell. You lucky gal."
"What makes you say that?"
"I could tell by that delighted little smile he'd wear. He doesn't do that with everybody. As a matter-of-fact, as you might expect from a wealthy industrialist worth millions, he has kind of a blase way about him. Well, he wasn't acting so blase around you."
"Maybe you're right." Alice smiled.
"Well, good luck." As Alex, holding a drink in each hand, began walking back to her, Sylvia quickly disappeared through the crowd to the group where she had been talking.
Alex and Alice shared a drink together, conversing some more. The longer they talked, the more Alex began to smile.
"Just what are you doing this weekend?" he asked abruptly.
"Not a whole lot."
"I have a very good reason for asking. I'm leaving on my private jet in the morning for Miami, where I'll be discussing business with some people over the weekend. I'd like very much to have you along with me."
"I wouldn't want to get in your way."
"If I thought you would be getting in my way, I wouldn't be asking you. I'd like to have you along."
"When will you be returning?"
"I'll be back Sunday night."
"I really don't know what to say."
"Have you ever been to Miami?"
"No."
"I think you'll like it. You'll have a chance to pick up a little sunshine. Something we haven't been getting much of around here lately. I have a suite at the Doral and there's plenty of room. Now what do you say?"
"Very well," she nodded. "I'll go."
Alice and Alex boarded the jet early the next morning at La Guardia airport. A stewardess served champagne to them during the course of the flight.
Alice was finding it difficult to believe that she was living on such a high level. One evening she was taken to a party. There she meets the host, who promptly asks her to fly with him to Miami. It might have been something that the jet set would take in stride, but to an old-fashioned girl like Alice, it was something else again.
She kept wondering what she would do if and when he made a play for sex. She was strongly attracted to him, and would have been even if he were not Alex Norman. Because she found him attractive, however, did not mean that she was willing to jump into bed with him at the drop of a hat.
She walked around the pool of the Doral in a bikini he had bought her. All the while he was transacting business in his suite. Alice drew many interested glances from men at the pool.
The business meeting broke up at a few minutes past five. At that point, Alex strode briskly into the pool area, stretching out on a folding chair next to her.
"This is the best looking scenery in Miami," he smiled as he appraised her beautiful form. "Last night it was the best looking scenery in New York."
"You have the smoothest way with words."
"Not always, but when I'm in the presence of something inspiring, I'm normally able to rise to the occasion."
"You're quite a man, Alex."
"You're quite a woman, Alice."
He leaned forward and their lips met. Their first kiss was a gentle one. The second time his lips brushed forward, though, they let them come to rest in a frozen position.
Their lips remained locked for several lengthy seconds. It was the kind of inspiring kiss that was destined to lead to much more.
No sooner did Alex break the kiss then he said: "Let's go back inside."
"Fine."
"You picked up lots of sunshine. Too bad we don't have a few more days. You'd pick up a beautiful tan if you had a little longer."
They got up and walked back into the hotel. The kisses had given Alex a huge hard-on. He had been aroused just by the sight of her in that bikini, and the kissing brought him to the point where he desired immediate sexual contact with the lovely girl he had mysteriously met at the party.
Soon they were in the suite, cuddling up next to each other in the huge double bed. Following a scorching kiss, Alex got up from the bed.
"Let's draw the drapes and have ourselves the highest measure of privacy," he said as he jumped to his feet and drew the drapes shut.
"I've just got to get inside your mouth," he revealed as he threw his arms around her.
"Do it, do it."
"Oh, you've got such a beautiful mouth. You've got such beautiful teeth."
"Kiss me."
Alex Norman carefully slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues converged, and they bathed in each other's saliva. Their tongues slipped and bathed eagerly together as the spirited tempo continued to evolve.
As the tongues continued sliding passionately together, their bodies began to heat up under the atmospheric conditions of their scorching kisses. They were in the midst of a prelude which they both realized would lead to a great deal more.
Alice was finding herself being totally captivated by her handsome and rich host. She felt that she could get carried away with him and do whatever was necessary to make him happy without ever lowering herself.
He released his tongue from her mouth and exclaimed:
"I've got to undress you."
"I'll let you."
"I'm glad you're in a cooperative mood."
"I only am with certain men."
"I know that," he nodded. "If you were the kind that did it with lots of men, I wouldn't find you so fascinating."
"I'm glad you realize that."
"I'm a student of human nature. I didn't become a millionaire because I'm dumb. I had a rich father."
They both laughed at his joke.
"Is that how you did it?" she smiled.
"No, that's just part of it. He died and left me a nest-egg to start with, but I was the one who was able to build it up."
"Oh, kiss me again."
He threw his strong arms around her body once more and allowed his tongue to work its way inside her mouth. Their tongues locked for several more passionate seconds, after which he released his tongue from her mouth.
Now he was ready to undress her. His fingers moved speedily as . he pulled off her bikini top, then her bottom. He pulled off the straps and was anxious to see her nude.
He stared at her with mounting passion after he had succeeded in stripping the bikini off of her body.
"What a warm and beautiful body," he exclaimed. "I just love to touch it."
He let his fingers work their way around her breasts and nipples. Then they applied themselves around the taut skin surrounding her stomach. Finally, his fingers worked their way down toward her snatch.
"What a nice little brown patch of hair," he smiled, letting his fingers play with the tufts of hair surrounding her snatch.
Finally he let his fingers work their way inside the pussy itself, moving at a brisk clip. As he did, her body began to tremble.
"Oh, keep up those finger movements," she implored.
"You like that?"
"Love it. Keep it up."
"Oh, you're getting nice and moist down there."
"I'll be even moister."
"That's good news for me."
"Keep those fingers going."
"You're so beautiful, so absolutely beautiful." He kept the fingers dancing inside her mound. By the time her body had become a series of trembles, he decided that it was time to go further.
Alex removed his fingers from her nest and let his tongue drop down toward her snatch. His tongue slipped and slid over the burning organ. Now that he had her where he wanted her, he was determined that he would suck her to climax.
"You're sucking me, you're driving me wild," she gasped.
He let his fingers roam over her buttocks as his tongue continued to converge on that hot pussy. He kept up the pace of the licking until she finally exploded in his mouth.
"Now I feel like taking off my clothes," he said, "now that I've experienced the joys of your beautiful mound."
"Go right ahead. I'll wait."
"I like your spirit."
"I like your sucks."
"That's good. If I have my way I'll be sucking you a lot more often."
He slipped out of his sport shirt and slacks quickly, then pulled off his shorts and tee shirt. Alice was impressed by his size. He sported a long, hard dick that was ready for immediate action. "I've just got to fuck you," he said.
"I'll do anything you want me to."
"Oh, you're beautiful."
"Kiss me."
He thrust his body forward, letting his lips slide against hers. They met resoundingly. His huge searing cock was ready for immediate sexual contact.
With blinding need he shoved his cock inside her vagina. He was breathing heavily as he ran his fingers across her breasts. He shoved his cock back and forth with knifing thrusts, generating piercing impact inside her nest.
"Grind it out, fuck me, I want it," she sighed.
Her hips ground back and forth as the rock-hard prick thrilled her.
They were making sizzling music, just the kind he had wanted to make with her right after meeting her.
It was not very often that Alex Norman found a girl with whom he could enjoy such immediate compatibility as he could with Alice.
There was something about her, her naive youthful innocence, that brought out the wild beast in him, as well as the curious side of him.
"It feels so good, so good," she said, "keep on fucking me, keep on grinding."
"Oh, you're so tight."
"Keep on fucking me."
"I will. Oh, you're great."
As his warm meat continued making searing impact with her flaming vagina, his fingers continued dancing over her breasts. Her hips danced eagerly to meet his meaty thrusts. All the while they both moved toward orgasm.
"Kiss me, kiss me once more," she said. "I'm getting close to exploding, I want your lips against mine."
"I'd love to. I'm getting ready to shoot, too."
"Oh, make love to me."
"I'm so hot I hardly know what to do."
Their hips swayed and their bodies quivered as they reached the final stages of orgasm. He continued plunging his erect cock forcefully inside her mound. He drove and thrust it with great vigor, determined to provide her with all the sensation he could muster. He loved her and wanted to demonstrate his love by providing her with stimulating cock movements.
Their lips were submerged in passionate excitement. They were locked firmly together as he drilled and stabbed in the final stages of the screw.
He released his warm load of hot white juice inside her. At that point she was also exploding. They felt a great sense of relief now that each of them had orgasmed.
"You're wonderful," he kissed her gratefully.
"So are you."
She returned the kiss. They then let their lips lock, after which their tongues began to stab one another.
"Just the kind of exercise I like to round out my day."
"Following a business meeting."
"You don't know how boring those things can be," he shook his head. "I sometimes think that I've earned my millions just by keeping my cool at all those meetings. It really drags you down sitting there and gabbing for that many hours."
"But a lot of men gab for hours and never make what you have."
"You know, you're right. I guess a guy can get spoiled. That's one of the big reasons why I like you."
"Why is that?"
"You're honest. I could tell that right from the beginning."
"How could you tell it?"
"By the way that you said a lot of these parties are nothing more than a pain in the ass."
"And you agreed."
"I try and be honest myself."
"What are you planning to do next?"
"I was thinking of going back to sucking your pussy."
"I think that would be great."
"Then gangway, baby, because here I come."
His tongue once more set sail for her moist mound. He let it flick back and forth. This time he started out at a much quicker pace than he had on the other occasion.
"You're absolutely tearing me up," she gasped. He ran his fingers this time around her ass-cheeks, supplying himself with some extra satisfaction as he sucked. She enjoyed his finger movements, letting her body slip and slide back and forth as his tongue tore into her with relentless ecstasy.
This time he was convinced that he would cause her to explode in short order. He couldn't help but miss, in that she was already practically there. The stimulating suck which he had provided earlier had put her into a vigorous love-making state. The screw up her cunt had made her even more excited, and now that he was sucking her, the adventure was becoming even more widespread and impressive.
"Oh, I'm about to shoot, keep on sucking, keep it up, drive me to orgasm, I want it, I want it, suck me, you're beautiful, keep that hot tongue in me, that's it, keep driving it, oh, that really tickles, I want it, suck me," she gasped.
As he continued letting his fingers play with her ass-cheeks, her vagina exploded one more time. He eagerly sucked the juice out of her snatch.
"That was magnificent sex," he said, patting her on top of the head affectionately.
"You can really drill with that tongue."
"How about my cock?"
"You can drill with that, too."
"Why don't we rest a few minutes? Then I'll take you out to dinner."
"That would be fine."
Alice was happy to have the opportunity to close her eyes for a few minutes and luxuriate in the newly-found glory that had come to her life.
Things were picking up. Maybe Alex Norman was the man that she had been looking for ever since her lover back home had died.
There was one thing that she knew for certain. He was certainly capable of entertaining her in bed.
As she lay next to him, the wealthy industrialist fell off into a deep sleep. He looked like a helpless little boy. She stroked his forehead with her fingers as he slept, feeling a deep admiration for him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Looks like you're in luck, dear," Sylvia leaned over Alice's desk and whispered.
"What's that?" she looked up from her typewriter. It was five o'clock, and she was looking forward to going home.
"You have an admirer. A very influential admirer."
"Who's that?"
"Look over there in the doorway, walking toward us."
Alice fastened her eyes where Sylvia was pointing. Her heart fluttered with nervous anticipation as Alex Norman, clad in an impeccably-tailored brown suit, walked toward her. He smiled and waved.
"You play your cards right and maybe you've hooked a millionaire," Sylvia said.
"If I do, you certainly share in the credit."
"That's right. You probably would never have met him without me."
"You're so right."
"I'll expect you to name your first yacht after me, darling," Sylvia smiled, walking away.
Alice laughed at Sylvia's remark and prepared to meet Alex Norman.
She watched as Alex stopped briefly to chat with Sylvia. She decided it was a perfect moment to go into Mr. Byron Jones' office and ask if she was through for the day.
"Any more for today, Mr. Jones?" she asked.
"No, you may go. Goodnight, Alice."
"Goodnight, sir."
When she returned to her desk, Alex Norman was standing in front of it.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Fine. How about yourself?"
"Just great. Feeling sexy, of course. That goes without saying, being around you."
"Your mind's never far from your genitals, isn't that right?"
"Where one woman is concerned, I'll certainly plead guilty," he laughed. She chuckled along with him. "Every time I'm around you I get instantly hot."
"It works the same way with me."
"Maybe that's why we've made such a great fucking combination."
"That must be it."
"You really know how to twist that body around in sheets."
"You're no slouch either."
Alex paused long enough in conversation to light a cigarette. One reflective puff later he continued.
"I had an appointment in the area, and naturally decided to work it around you. How about having drinks and dinner? I know a cozy little place not far away."
"That sounds wonderful."
"Then, after that, I hope that we can snuggle up somewhere in a nice soft bed."
"So that's what you've got in mind."
"When I'm with you, my cock stands on end. I'm not my own man any more. My genitals completely take over."
"I suppose I should consider that a compliment."
"It was intended as such."
"That's good."
They rode the elevator down to the first floor. A big black Cadillac belonging to Alex was parked in the parking lot several doors away. Alex's chauffeur was seated behind the wheel reading the racing form of the morning's newspaper.
"It feels like a long time away from you," Alex threw his arm around her as he held open the door for her.
"Yes, it's been almost a day."
"Away from you, baby, that is a long time." They got into the back seat of the car and Alex issued instructions to the chauffeur on where he wanted to dine. Twenty minutes later the chauffeur rolled the car to a stop in front of the tiny Chinese restaurant that Alex had signaled out.
"This is a nice quaint little place," Alex explained as they got out of the car. "I like the atmosphere. It's nice and quiet, and you get good service."
Following some cocktails and small talk, the dinner was served. The further along they got into the meal, the more noticeably hot for sex Alice observed Alex becoming.
Several times he leaned over and touched her hand tenderly. He then extended that movement by running his hand all the way up her arm. By the end of the meal, he was reaching underneath the table and rubbing his leg against hers. The friction set off by the body contact caused her to grow excited.
"You know what I'd like to do?" he asked after the meal, as they enjoyed a final drink.
"What's that?"
"I'd like to see your place."
"When?" she looked at him strangely.
"Right now. No time like the present."
"Oh, you won't like it. Don't be silly."
"Why don't you let me be the judge of that. I have a hunch that in some ways I'll like it better than my own place."
"You've got to be kidding. You mean that huge townhouse?"
"That's right," he nodded calmly. "My place is so big and gets so overcrowded with servants and assorted hangers-on, that it becomes more like a huge sprawling hotel. I'll bet you've got a nice cozy place where you can really relax."
"It's okay," she shrugged, "but I don't think that it's anything that will impress you."
"I'd like to be the judge of that."
"Suit yourself."
He paid the bill and they left the restaurant. As they walked back to the limousine, she became apprehensive. She wondered if her little apartment might be unsatisfactory to somebody like Alex Norman, in spite of what he said to the contrary. There was another consideration as well. She had Wendel there. She did not know how her canine lover, with whom she shared frequent intimacies, would take to Alex.
Dog lovers, she theorized, could be counted upon to manifest jealousy just like human lovers did. It would be terrible if Wendel should growl at Alex, she thought, or perhaps even bare his teeth. She did not want to do anything that could possibly turn Alex off, since, as Sylvia had told her, it was apparent that Alex was interested in her.
She thought about those questions during the ride from the restaurant to her apartment. She became increasingly nervous as they approached the apartment building. She gave orders to the chauffeur to stop in front of the building where her apartment was situated. As they got out of the car, Alice overheard Alex whispering to the chauffeur:
"I'll probably be in here a couple of hours, so if you want to go down the street somewhere and have a couple of drinks, feel free."
"Very good, sir," the chauffeur said.
As they walked up the steps of the building, Alex said:
"A very nice looking place. Looks nice."
"Yeah, it's okay."
She then took him up to her apartment. As she opened the front door, she heard the pitter-patter of footsteps. Wendel was running to greet her, as he so often did.
"Well, look at this strapping fellow," Alex laughed as they entered the apartment.
Alex bent over and petted Wendel, who wagged his tail enthusiastically.
"What a nice dog. You never told me you had a dog," Alex said.
"You never asked."
"He's a nice big fellow. What's his name?"
"His name's Wendel."
"A very distinguished name for a highly distinguished looking German Shepherd. Did you name him that?"
"No, that's what he was known as at the pet shop where I bought him. I like the name myself, so I let it stick."
"As well you should. He's a pretty distinguished looking guy, and I'll bet he makes quite a bodyguard for you. Helps chase off all these New York wolves."
"He does okay in that department."
"I'll just bet he does."
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.
"Don't mind if I do."
"Is vodka okay?"
"That's fine. I'm not fussy."
"Mixed with orange juice?"
"A screwdriver would be fine. A screwdriver capped off with a screw," he laughed, and she joined him as she walked toward the kitchen to pour the drinks.
Alice returned in a few seconds with the glasses in her hands. She handed a glass to Alex, who was seated in an easy chair petting Wendel. She was happy that the two of them were getting along so well.
"You've really got a charming place here. It looks very nice."
"I don't think of it as much alongside a place like yours."
"Like I said before, it gives you a few conveniences that I don't have."
As they sipped their screwdrivers, Alex became more carried away. His cock was throbbing hungrily inside his shorts, and he knew how important it was to achieve meaningful satisfaction.
As they neared the end of their drinks, he walked over and sat next to her on the sofa. He began by throwing his right arm around her. He then leaned his head forward and allowed his lips to come into brisk contact with hers.
"I love you," he whispered.
"And I love you."
Even though she attempted to appear relaxed by it all, Alice was very nervous. She did not know how Wendel would take to the idea of another man petting and kissing her. He had been the one man in her life, as far as he was concerned, and even thought he had been kindly disposed toward Alex thus far, she recognized how quickly that attitude could change.
"I've just got to get this hot tongue inside your mouth," he told her.
Alex quickly finished his drink, setting the glass down on the table. He thrust his tongue forward and allowed it to enter her mouth. While the tongues slipped and slid passionately together, he allowed his right hand to slip inside her dress, then her bra.
When his fingers began to make stimulating contact with her breasts, his tongue began to work more enthusiastically inside her mouth. He loved the dual sensations, and so did she. But Alice continued to remain aware of the possibility of an adverse reaction on the part of Wendel.
As the frenching and breast-massaging continued, Wendel, who had been lying contentedly on the rug in the middle of the room, suddenly raised his body to his feet. His tongue fell free and he began to pant as he observed what was going on just a few feet away.
Alice watched him out of the comer of her eye, wondering what he would do next. She became apprehensive as she observed him walking slowly toward them.
She feared the worst, nervous over the prospect of a confrontation. She was convinced that Wendel was in the midst of experiencing a frustration of a jilted lover.
As Alex removed his tongue from her mouth and his hand from her breasts, Wendel stood inches away from the sofa, staring at both of them curiously.
"Look at this guy over here," Alex pointed toward Wendel and laughed. "I guess he's got a little bit of the voyeur in him. I guess he's a regular canine voyeur." Alex laughed once more, then stooped over to pet Wendel. Much to Alice's relief, Wendel did not growl, or for that matter, even bark.
Alex quickly sprang to his feet.
"That old cock is so hard that it just can't take it any more," he said. "Come on and let's go into the bedroom."
"Okay."
She jumped to her feet and they walked into the bedroom. Alex flipped on a tiny lamp.
"Let's leave it at that," he suggested. "Makes it more romantic that way."
"Yes, it does."
"Oh, baby, I've just got to strip you."
He threw his arms around her and they embraced once more in the middle of the room. He kissed her lips. Once he released his lips from hers, he went to work removing her clothes.
"Do the same thing for me, honey," he whispered. "Take my clothes off. Let's strip each other, it'll relieve any inhibitions that might otherwise creep in. I've found it the perfect remedy."
"If you recommend it, then that's enough for me."
"That's my girl talking."
"That's your devoted lover talking."
"That's right."
Alice unbuttoned his shirt while he put his fingers to work prying off her dress. When he finally had her down to her panties and bra, he ceased his efforts long enough to look at her with amazement.
"You do have a beautiful body," he told her. "It's yours to do with as you see fit."
"That's the kind of talk I like to hear."
His fingers continued to pry excitedly around her breasts while she continued to undress him. Once they were both nude and ready for action, everything took on more significance.
"I've got to fuck you, I've got to get my rocks off now," he told her urgently.
His fingers rippled through her hair as his strong arms took hold of her body and guided her downward into bed.
"What I'm going to do to this body," he smiled. "Fuck me, I want it."
"We both want it, my dear, we both do."
Now his fingers were caressing her thighs. He parted her legs widely and allowed his sizzling cock to push forward at a bruising clip.
He was so aroused that he could not contain himself. There would be no period of foreplay, no session for gradually acclimating himself. He was already there and the necessity for orgasm continued to grow within him every minute.
"Fuck me, stick it in me," she said.
"Keep flipping those hips out there to meet me," he said. "I'm going to grind it into you."
His prick plunged with liberated exuberance. He could not sleep Sunday night for thinking about her. He had never met a girl whose body he found quite this appetizing, even though he had had many an opportunity to have even more than he accepted. There was something about that petitely beautiful form that he liked, particularly when it was in motion, such as it was then. She flung her body back and forth with sweeping movements, as his hard dick continued pounding away with relentless zeal.
"Keep those hips flaring," he said, "oh, I love those movements, it's so great, you're a great fuck, I love it, I just love it."
Now his fingers explored her breasts as he pushed more zealously toward orgasm. His breathing became heavier and he let out a series of gasps as he pushed his body ever forward, grinding and thrusting for all he was worth, as he pushed toward climax.
"Just hang on, because I'm going to shoot off my gun in you," he said frankly.
"Keep on fucking, I love it."
"Oh, this is so great. Nice and tight, just the way I like it."
"Keep the prick coming," she said. "Keep it roaring, keep it tearing into me, I want it."
Now he was beginning to feel those tingling sensations that he got immediately preceding an orgasm. He itched all over, being enveloped by an invisible sheath of flames, as he drew closer to the moment that he had energetically cultivated with his searing rod.
Relentlessly he charged forward, letting his huge cock make steady contact with her steaming womanhood. She was moist and trembling with anticipation, as they continued to roar down the homestretch.
"Just keep on fucking me," she urged.
"Oh, the way those hips are flying."
"The way that prick's stabbing me, I can hardly take it, keep on stabbing."
"Oh, it feels so great."
This time he allowed his clenched hands to hang on tightly to her buttocks. He wanted additional support as he wound his way down toward orgasm. Now he was puffing like a locomotive as he pushed forward to the big moment.
"Kiss me, I want your tongue against me when you shoot," she implored.
"Is that what you really want?"
"Yes, yes."
"Then that's what I'll give you."
He clutched her ass-cheeks fervently and worked his tongue inside her mouth. The tongues splashed eagerly as he drove passionately toward orgasm.
As their tongues bathed in passionate excitement, the hot white cum bolted out of the end of his hot peter and into her waiting mound.
"That was certainly worth waiting for," she sighed after he removed his tongue from her mouth and his cock from her vagina.
"It was certainly worth every bit of effort on my part."
"We really make some team."
"We certainly do."
Now they lay next to each other, enjoying the quiet interlude following an orgasm. Even then, though, Alex could not help but be captivated by her. His fingers tenderly rubbed her entire body, her breasts and stomach, her legs, and ultimately even her buttocks.
"Does that feel good?" he asked.
"Very good. You can keep that up as long as you want."
"That's the kind of encouragement I like." Everything was soft and still. In some ways, Alex preferred moments like this to those hectic moments when he felt like he just had to get his rocks off, such as he had felt just a few minutes earlier.
The big difference was that now he was in a position to savor every moment of the tender love-making. He did not feel a compulsive urge to divest himself of warm liquids in his body.
Alice also appeared content, and allowed her fingers to run through his hair and down his back. They were enjoying each other in a casual, methodical manner.
"Once I'm near you, that's all that seems to interest me," Alex admitted.
"Just keep on giving me plenty of loving."
"I will. I can feel that old peter getting good and hot again. I'll be shooting it soon."
"That's fine, because I want it. But give it a chance to build up."
"Don't think I won't."
Their lips met, converging with unrestrained joy. They were bringing much needed happiness into each other's lives.
"That body of yours is so damn sexy," he smiled.
"That cock of yours is the sexiest."
"You really think so?"
"I know so."
"Then I guess I'd better bring it back again, by popular demand."
"The demand never ends as far as my cunt is concerned."
"Do I ever love to hear talk like that."
He kissed her once more, this time letting his lips cling to hers for a lengthy period of time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wendel, who had been lying comfortably on the living room rug, became fascinated by sounds he heard from the bedroom.
He finally pushed his body upward and decided to go into the bedroom to investigate. The door was partially shut as he reached the bedroom. Just a crack was open, enough to enable him to open it.
He jumped up on his hind legs and pushed against the door. His efforts bore fruit as the impetus he supplied pushed the door forward and Wendel moved inside the room.
Alex and Alice were initially startled by the noise as his paws came into contact with the door. The moment Alex saw Wendel, however, he immediately burst into laughter.
"Looks like we've got a visitor," he remarked.
"That dog of mine is the nosiest thing on four legs," she shook her head disgustedly. She was lying in Alex's arms as they prepared for more stimulating sex activity.
"Hold on there, baby. No need getting mad at poor old Wendel. He's got a curiosity side to him, just like anybody else. He probably heard us carrying on."
"He does have very big ears."
"They're big and apparently pretty well tuned."
Fear dominated Alice at that juncture. She did not want Alex to know just how intimate she had been with her German Shepherd. She was apprehensive that, now that Wendel had entered the bedroom, her intimate relations with him would be revealed.
Wendel continued sitting on his haunches next to the bed. His alert eyes were focused on the caressing couple.
"I wish he'd go away and leave us alone," Alice said. "As a matter-of-fact, I think I'll bawl him out right now."
"Don't be mean to the old boy," Alex replied, "he's got feelings, too. Besides, he'd be a lot more loyal to you than a lot of humans you've known."
"Well, that's true."
"Sure, I know it's true. I've had dogs at various times of my life. When I was just a little kid, my closest companion was my Collie dog."
Alex released his arms from Alice and jumped out of the bed. Once more he showed his affection for the German Shepherd dog, petting him lengthily and flashing a big smile.
"Sure, Wendel's a good boy, he's a nice dog, a very nice dog," he said. Alice remained fearful. She wondered how quickly his love and respect for her would vanish if he knew the whole truth-that she had had vigorous sex with her pet German Shepherd.
As Alex continued petting the dog, Alice uncomfortably observed how his tongue was rolling around outside his mouth. His tail wagged with great interest and his eyes were focused squarely on her lovely nude body.
She hoped that he would not go so far as to jump into bed with her. She recognized how fatal it could be if the truth came to the fore. But at this point there was nothing she could do about the state of events. If Wendel wanted to make a mad dash, then there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
No sooner did Alex stop petting the dog then Wendel began barking.
"What's the matter, boy?" Alex smiled. "Do you want in on the action?"
She almost shrunk with Alex's comment. If only he knew the truth, she thought, if only he knew the absolute truth. She became so apprehensive that goose bumps broke out on her skin as she watched Wendel shuffle rapidly toward the bed.
"I wonder what he's up to?" Alex laughed.
Wendel glared at her nude body several seconds more as he stood directly next to the bed. The German Shepherd barked exuberantly several times, then executed a flying leap into bed.
Alice was powerless to do anything about it. He had moved so quickly that it was not possible for her to get off the bed. And that would have been her only alternative. Even that, she reasoned, probably would not have solved a thing, since Wendel would no doubt have pursued her further.
An aroused Wendel put his long red tongue to work on her snatch. He let it slip around eagerly, then removed it for awhile. Once he withdrew his tongue from her mound, he put his nose to work sniffing around her cunt.
"Will you look at that," Alex burst into boisterous laughter. "Old Wendel knows how to use that tongue. Next thing you know he'll be making me jealous. He can suck pussy as good as I can, maybe better."
Alice's face had turned pale with embarrassment as Wendel, after sniffing her snatch for a few seconds, returned once more to his sucking.
Alice desperately attempted to make him stop. She did her best to push his head away, but he was so determined that he let his tongue remain in her nest, where he continued to suck her. Her entire body trembled with fear as she anticipated that her relationship with Alex would soon be over.
"Don't give the old boy a hard time," she could hardly believe her ears as she heard Alex assert. "I know what it's like when you're hot for a gal's snatch. It happened to me with you in Miami. And you don't have to be ashamed to have me know that your German Shepherd gives you a good time now and then. There was a girl I went steady with for two years who had a big thing going with her Great Dane. Actually, I've got to admire Wendel's taste. And on top of that, I'd just like to sit here and watch what happens."
Much to her total astonishment, Alex lowered his body into a chair in a comer of the room. He was letting his fingers jerk up and down on his rod as he watched the action on the bed unfold.
Wendel's hot tongue pierced her repeatedly. She began to quickly adjust to his warm and inspiring movements. Just a few seconds earlier she had been afraid, but now she recognized there was nothing to fear. Alex not only didn't mind her doing things sexually with her dog, but he considered it entertainment, as adjudged by the enthusiastic manner with which he let his fingers slip up and down the base of his erect prick.
Wendel kept up his piercing tongue movements until she finally exploded. By then Alex, whose cock stood tall and erect from the finger movements he rapidly administered, jumped to his feet poised for more action.
"Wendel, down boy, down boy," he snapped his fingers, signaling to the German Shepherd.
The dog quickly responded to his cue, jumping down from the bed and running to him. Even though it was still embarrassing for Alice to have the man she loved watch her in sex with her pet dog, she could not help but feel relieved that things had gone so well as they had. For one thing, she discovered that Alex was anything but a prude. For another, she readily detected the close bond that was forming between the dog and Alex. She was happy they liked one another as well as they did.
Alex petted Wendel affectionately for several minutes. As he stopped, he removed his hand from Wendel's thick coat, then walked over toward the bed. Now he was stroking his throbbing cock once more.
"You two have got me all steamed up again," he explained matter-of-factly.
"Talk about playing the role of a voyeur."
"That's me. I've got a little bit of the voyeur in me, along with a number of other things."
"I like all the disparate parts of your personality."
"I hope you, in particular, like the way that I fuck."
"I do, do I ever."
He climbed into bed with her and straddled her body, parting her firm creamy thighs with his hands. He loved to touch her, and was determined to slip his thick prick inside her once more.
"Ram it into me," she whispered sexually.
"That's just what I'm planning to do."
"Oh, baby, let's make it last. Don't do it too fast. Time those cock-strokes just right, let's give ourselves plenty of time to enjoy this one."
"I can dig it. I wouldn't think of speeding it up."
His warm fingers continued moving searchingly up and down her warm legs as his thick organ surged forward, making its initial contact inside her hot moist mound.
He entered her with a quick decisive thrust, but then immediately slowed down the pace. He remembered her words of caution and agreed with them. He thought it advisable to let the act drag out for awhile, to enjoy every scintillating minute of their sex act together.
As for Wendel, his eyes were poised in the direction of the fornicating couple. The dog was enjoying his spectator's role, observing all that he could as the couple twisted and turned their bodies.
"Spill that hot juice inside me," she swooned.
"There's lots of it there, and you're going to get it."
"Keep on driving."
"Keep pouring the old hips and ass up to meet me. I love those wonderful movements."
He speared her with driving zeal, letting his elongated pecker drive energetically into her mound. With each stimulating forward thrust, he stepped up his pace a little more swiftly.
"Slow it up a little," she said, "we don't want to rush it too fast. That wouldn't be good at all. Let's really enjoy this one."
"Whatever you say, baby. Oh, when I drive that thing into your cunt."
Her pussy lips puckered and her cunt muscles tightened as he continued steadily driving his hot ramrod into her. His fingers roamed around her breasts and stomach as he continued penetrating her in short, powerful thrusts.
"Oh, I've got to step up the pace," he exclaimed. "I've got to fuck you faster and harder, I've got to get this juice out of me, I'm tickling all over, I feel it all over."
"Do it, I'm ready, fuck me."
His prick lashed forward with lightning skill. His thrusts became larger and harder as he pierced the inner regions of her warm, inviting pussy.
"Hang on tight, because I'm going to shoot," he said. His breathing had become extra heavy and his body began trembling as he neared the final stages preceding orgasm.
"Drill it into me a few more times."
"That's just what I'm going to do."
"Fuck me, my darling, dominate me."
"Oh, you're always so willing, and so beautiful." Several gasps later the warm stream bolted out of the end of his hot prick. As he exploded, he felt great tranquility coming to his body. Prior to shooting his juice, he had been in a stage of pent-up excitement.
"We did it again," he said, patting her on the buttocks gently.
"We certainly did."
No sooner did the action start than Wendel began stirring. He had remained still and attentive during the act, watching it as it proceeded, but now that it had ended he became restless.
Wendel barked several times, attracting immediate attention.
"It looks like our canine friend is getting restless," Alex looked down at the dog and laughed.
"I guess he is."
"Maybe he got a little jealous watching me fuck you."
"You can never tell about him."
"I don't want to make enemies with him, so I'll vacate my position on this bed. Besides, I'd just as soon like to see what he's up to."
Alex quickly got up from the bed, walking over toward Wendel. He petted him several times, then said:
"Go to it, old boy. She's up there waiting for you." Then he motioned toward the bed.
Wendel, always quick to catch on, executed a flying leap into the bed. Alice braced herself, preparing for whatever would come. She wondered how far the canine would want to go.
When she got a look at his hard, throbbing penis, a desire surfaced within her to reach out and touch it. She did, letting her fingers of her right hand glide slowly but surely up and down the entire base of his prick.
"My baby knows how to please both man and beast," Alex laughed. He slapped his knee buoyantly, as he sat in the chair and watched Alice let her fingers move up and down on Wendel's huge dong.
"Keep those fingers moving like lightning over that guy's prick. Make our canine friend happy."
The finger movements continued for several minutes. By that time she felt it was time for Wendel to fuck her.
"Stick that warm prick in me," she grinned, rubbing her snatch several times to make sure that he got the point.
As she parted her legs widely, she reached out and took hold of his big prong. She pushed it forward, driving it downward into her moist and electrically alive vagina.
"Now you can fuck me," she said excitedly.
The dog was ready and so was she. She manipulated the end of his dagger dick inside her snatch. Then the action commenced. The prick worked its way ever deeper inside her. Finally she heard the familiar locking sound of his prick, which told her that he had entered her to the hilt.
"Let's make some beautiful music together," she said.
"Go ahead and fuck her, Wendel, go ahead and shoot those canine juices into her snatch," Alex encouraged. "Go ahead and fuck her, drive that hot stick into her, give her all you've got, old boy, give her a good fucking."
The sizzling pace was greatly accelerated as his penis flared and roared, as it thrust deeply inside her steaming hot womanhood.
"Fuck me, drive your pecker into me," she said.
Her cunt muscles flared up to meet him as she ground her hips with precise enthusiasm. Alex was completely captivated watching the sight before him unfold as Wendel, with cock firmly in place, tore relentlessly into her vagina.
Alice reached back and, with trembling fingers, let her hands grip Wendel's strong back. Knowing that she was touching him and adding support to his efforts caused Wendel to perform all the more valiantly.
Now he was pushing eagerly toward an ultimate climax, letting his huge elongated pecker drive into her with all the manly force he could summon forth.
"Keep right on fucking," she encouraged, "keep drilling inside that mound, keep sticking it in me, keep fucking me, I want it."
A few strokes later the ending that she had dreamed about occurred. His hot juices erupted inside her flaming love pit.
"That dog really shoots juice," Alex said, getting up from the chair and observing the flow of hot white liquid into her nest. "Damned but he shoots. He really exploded in there."
"He turns into a sex maniac just like you when the occasion arises," she looked over at Alex and winked.
"I can see that. I wonder if I should be jealous."
"I hope you're not."
"I suppose that Wendel and I can learn to co-exist. I imagine he's been good company on cold lonely nights. And maybe on some warm nights as well."
"The nights get pretty warm when he's around."
"You don't have to tell me."
Alex watched as she removed Wendel's prick, which was stuck inside her snatch, out of her pussy.
Now Alice was in a position to feel totally relaxed. The one thing that she had feared Alex finding out about had occurred, but, as it turned out, the revelation did not hurt her in the very least. If anything, it actually amused Alex.
"I really love you, honey, you're a real swinger," he walked over toward the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"I'm just glad you're not jealous."
"No, just as long as I get more than my share."
"I promise that you will."
"Then I'm happy."
"You do come first, Alex, even ahead of Wendel. You come ahead of everybody."
"It does me a world of good to hear those words from you."
Their lips met one more time in a passionate kiss. After that Alex got ready to leave. He dressed quickly and left the apartment.
"I'll be getting in touch with you soon. You can count on that."
"Goodnight, dear."
"Goodnight, honey. Goodnight, Wendel."
He petted the dog one last time in the doorway prior to leaving. As the door closed behind him and Wendel ran over toward Alice, she said:
"You're really quite the exhibitionist when you get down to it."
He looked up and barked.
CHAPTER NINE
They sat at the bar and relaxed over drinks as the combo belted out some frenzied rock sounds.
Alex and Alice were enjoying the start of what promised to be a highly inspiring long weekend at Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas. They had been seeing one another with increasing frequency during the past month, and Alice was hoping that he was nearing the point of proposing to her.
"Just play your cards right, dear, and I think you've got yourself a live one," her friend Sylvia had confided to her at work.
"What makes you say that?" she asked her friend curiously.
"From the way that he acts around you and the way that he talks."
"How does he talk?"
"Don't spread this around, honey, but when he gets going, it's just like you were the only girl left in the whole world."
"Is that so?"
"So help me."
Alice had turned those words over in her mind many times since they were uttered. They once more flashed through her brain as she observed the handsome, wealthy, supremely confident young man sitting next to her.
For the moment he was lost in the loud music and his own thoughts. Seconds later, he turned and said to her, with a slight air of impatience:
"Why don't we go back to the suite? I'd like to talk to you."
"You want to talk?"
"That and some other things."
"I can hardly wait for those other things," she smiled demurely.
"You're okay, baby."
He slipped the fingers of his right hand down to her thigh, which he allowed himself to probe with delicate finger movements. Feeling his fingers on her flesh aroused her all the more for sexual activity.
He let the fingers toy with her skin for a few seconds, then withdrew them. He finished his drink and was ready to leave.
"Let's go."
"I'm with you."
He paid the bartender, throwing in a good tip, then they headed for the elevator. She could feel her pulse rising as they rode the elevator up to their fourth floor room. She wanted this hot man inside her once more. She forever longed for sexual communion with him. Whenever he was not around, during those long days at the job, she would think about him and about how much fun they had whenever they screwed.
They no sooner entered their lavish suite than he poured straight shots of bourbon into a glass from a half-empty bottle he had purchased earlier that same day.
"Drink up, it'll do you some good."
She took the glass from him and sipped lengthily. While she sipped, he pulled off his jacket, his tie, and his white shirt. Now he stood before her in his undershirt.
"I just wanted to talk to you before we got into the act," he said.
"What's on your mind?"
"One thing. Since we first met, our relationship has been growing by leaps and bounds."
"You can say that again," she grinned happily. The time she spent with Alex she considered the happiest in her entire life. She now felt as if she were coming truly of age as a woman.
"I wanted to check you out and see just how sincere your devotion was to me. I like the fact that you kept right on plugging at that secretary's job and didn't keep on asking me for everything under the sun, like a lot of beautiful women I've known have. Just before I met you, in fact, there was a girl I really thought a lot of. I was even thinking about marrying her. That is, until I felt she was starting to use me. When she reached the point where she was hitting me for money, sometimes three times a day, I ended the relationship."
"I don't blame you. Nobody likes to be taken advantage of."
"Precisely," he nodded. "That's what I had to find out about you. When I found out how loyal and wonderful you were, I held an overpowering love for you that was even stronger than the sensual love I felt every time we had sex together."
"You don't know how wonderful it makes me feel to hear that."
"Well, everything I've said is the documented truth. I guess I've been doing some beating around the bush, and I'm sorry if I have. But I just thought that everything I've said is important background information to fill in before getting to the main point."
"Which is?"
"I'd like you to marry me."
The words hit her with lightning impact. It was as if she had been struck by a thunder bolt without any conceivable warning. She searched desperately for words, but none came.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny paper box. He opened the box and removed a diamond ring, which he placed on her finger.
"Just think, in a little while you'll be Mrs. Alex Norman."
"I'm so happy I don't know what to say."
"If you're so happy, then why are you crying?" he smiled understandingly.
"They're tears of joy, I swear it."
"I believe you."
He leaned forward and allowed his soft warm lips to penetrate against hers. He held her closely as they continued to kiss for the next few seconds.
He released his Ups from hers, then said:
"Now I'd like to take you into the bedroom for a good screw."
"I've never been more ready."
"I should hope not. We've got plenty to celebrate."
"Yes, we do."
She looked down at her glittering diamond ring and pride swelled through her entire body. It was a wonderful, unsurpassable feeling.
They undressed one another in the silhouetted shadows of the bedroom. They stood adjacent to the huge bed, which they both looked forward to using with glee.
Once they were both undressed, Alex leaned forward and slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
They enjoyed the frenzied movements which they supplied for each other with their hot tongues. As their tongues continued stabbing one another, he let his fingers glide with precision ease over her breasts. Every once in awhile he would twist and pry at her warm nipples.
"Now I know just the thing to make both of us happy," he said after removing his fingers from her body. He was walking toward a dresser table, looking in the direction of a black leather traveling case.
"Now what are you up to?"
"Just get in bed, honey, and make yourself comfortable. Everything will work out just fine."
"You're really a man of mystery."
"I come up with a surprise now and then. Isn't it more fun that way?"
"Yes, I suppose it is. Maybe that's one of the things I like about you so much."
He removed a small jar of honey from the container. He opened the jar and walked back toward the bed.
"What are you doing with that?" she asked. "We're both going to get some great licking sensations."
"You don't say."
"I absolutely do say."
Alice watched attentively as he dipped his finger into the jar, pulled out a generous portion of honey, then slipped it inside her anus.
"Honey up the ass, I've never seen anything like that before," she laughed.
"Then I guess you just haven't lived."
"I guess not. You'll have to teach me what I don't know."
"I'll be glad to."
Once he finished dipping a plentiful load of honey into her anus, he dipped into the honey jar once more, this time pulling out a load of honey which he inserted into his own asshole.
"You'd be surprised how much more fun it is to suck honey out of a person's ass," he told her. "It gives you something of an additional thrill."
They positioned their bodies across from each other and hurled themselves headlong into the sucking. Just as Alex had said, it was a lot more fun sucking that way. Immediately she discovered that she had two incentives in sucking him in such a manner-the obvious one of getting him turned on, and the second of going after the honey.
Their asses spun excitedly as the tongues flipped back and forth. It was a stimulating occasion, and coming on the heels of his proposal as it did, it gave her all the more incentive to please him.
Their tongues stabbed eagerly as they hit every crevice, quickly sucking up all of the tasty honey. When they were finished sucking ass, they immediately set their sights on other targets.
He let his tongue slide energetically over her vagina, letting it splash with uninhibited joy as he went after a load of juice. All the while, she was letting her tongue race up and down over his lengthy cock.
They made blinding music together, matching each other stroke for stroke as they pushed themselves to the very heights of sucking ecstasy.
She shot for the first time a few minutes into the act. He ceased his sucking efforts just long enough to swallow her load. Then he immediately went back for more.
Now that she had had her cunt sucked to climax, she returned to the sucking with a greater sense of determination. Now she knew that she had to come through and give her lover the miraculous sensations that he sought.
She toyed with his balls just as he liked for her to do, letting her fingers move freely.
When she observed his body trembling more noticeably than before, she became all the more inspired. It caused her to put forward that much more effort into her sucking and finger movements.
All the while, he was letting his own tongue slide eagerly inside her wet nest. He attacked her red vagina walls with every ounce of passion he could put forward, drilling her with steady, insistent eagerness.
As his tongue pushed passionately around her nest, he thrust out the forefinger of his right hand and shoved it high into her rectum.
With his finger stabbing relentlessly high into her ass, she became all the more eager to provide him with magnificent thrills. Her sucking movements became even brisker than they had been, and her tongue slid up and down his long pole.
They moved speedily toward climax together. They shot at the same point, letting warm supplies of juice loose into each other's mouths.
"I really had a lot to shoot that time," he smiled.
"That was one of the biggest loads you've ever given me."
"I know. It's been building."
He got up from the bed and stretched his body. He poured himself some whiskey.
"Would you like some?"
"No thanks. I'll just take some more loving after you're through."
"Don't worry. I'm just taking a little break, but I'll soon be back for much more."
"Thank you."
He gulped down his drink. After putting the glass down, he made a movement back toward the bed. All of a sudden, as she watched him with eagerness, anticipating some more sex activity, she observed his face turn red, then white. He reached out and attempted to brace himself against the table.
"Oh, my God," he muttered.
Unable to hold himself up, his body crumbled and he fell to the floor. She jumped up from the bed and went over to administer to him.
"What's the matter, honey?" she asked.
"Call a doctor," he barely managed to whisper.
He then passed out. She darted over toward the phone and called the desk.
"Hello, there's an emergency in Room 450," she sputtered. "I need a doctor up here and fast."
She barely had time to do any more than throw on her robe when a doctor and his assistant arrived.
"We'll need a stretcher," the doctor said to the assistant.
"I'll take care of that."
No more than two minutes later, he was wheeled unconscious out of the room on a stretcher.
"What's the matter?" she inquired of the doctor.
"He's had a serious heart attack."
"What kind of a chance does he have?"
"Not a very good one, I'm afraid," the doctor shook his head.
CHAPTER TEN
Alex Norman died in a Las Vegas hospital Saturday afternoon.
Just like the doctor had said, his chances were not good. She was at his bedside when the end came.
She flew back to New York on Sunday. There was a feeling of emptiness welled within her which would not go away. The man she had loved had died, and at the very time when prospects had never been brighter.
Somehow she managed to make it to work the next day, although it was not easy. She took part of Tuesday off, that being the day that funeral services were held for Alex. In the final analysis, she had nothing to show for the relationship other than the ring he had given her. A strapping and vigorous young man of not quite forty years of age, Alex had not bothered to make out a will. Consequently, everything reverted to his mother.
When Alice arrived at the apartment on Tuesday evening, she made a vow that she would keep the ring as a treasured object, keeping alive a magnificent memory. But she would not ever wear it again.
Her eyes were still red with tears when she opened the apartment door and walked inside. Wendel, always faithful, was there to greet her. She burst into tears upon seeing him, remembering that evening when Alex had had such a great time petting Wendel, and watching the German Shepherd have sex with her.
"You're such a wonderful boy, so loyal," she told him.
Alice lowered her body to the rug, then petted her German Shepherd. He slipped his tongue affectionately over her face, licking her profusely. He could always sense when she was feeling bad, and he did his level best on those occasions to satisfy her.
After he finished running his tongue over her face, she got up from the rug and walked into the bedroom. At a time like this, she needed some kind of meaningful sexual release to eliminate the tensions she felt.
She climbed out of her clothes, then her underwear. He immediately jumped up on the bed, his nose picking up the scent of her pussy.
He sniffed her for several seconds, then began working his tongue energetically over her moist mound. That long red tongue which she was so accustomed to have licking her went to work at top speed, driving with forceful authority over every inch of her moist red vagina.
"Just keep on sucking me," she sighed, "I love it, baby, I really do."
He kept it up until she exploded twice. At that point she felt a little better. The hurt might still have been there, but at least her body now felt more relaxed.
"You did such a beautiful job," she looked up at the dog and kissed it. Then she ran her fingers over its coat. "Now I'm going to do something that will make you happy."
She reached out and tugged at his erect dick. She jerked on it for several long seconds, then decided that she would like to have it inside her mouth.
She shoved that huge dog dong into her mouth, letting her tongue work at a frantic up and down pace, as she let herself go and enjoyed the stimulating movements.
Alice needed relief, and she was getting it from Wendel. She could always rely on her wonderful canine friend to provide her with just the right kind of thrills. As she worked her tongue up and down over his long joint, she began to look forward to the warm load of juice which she was certain would be shortly forthcoming.
When it finally came, she was more than ready for it. The hot white stream exploded inside her as she did her best to catch every drop of the spray.
A few drops trickled out of the left side of her mouth, landing on the sheets, but aside from those drops, she managed to catch everything else which bolted her way.
"You're a wonderful dog, and I never know how to thank you enough," she petted and kissed him after the explosion had been unleashed.
As he lay next to her, she shut her eyes and went to sleep. She had not slept much ever since Alex suffered that sudden heart attack in the aftermath of a brilliant sexual interlude. She was in a state of exhaustion as she slept soundly.
Wendel watched her sleeping for a few minutes, after which he closed his eyes and also dropped off to sleep.
Badly bedraggled, Alice needed the sleep. She did not awaken until it was time for her to go to work the following morning.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the two weeks that followed the death of Alex Norman, Alice threw herself intensively into her work.
She felt that by concentrating hard on her duties at the office, she would be less likely to suffer. It was always in those free minutes around the apartment, when everything was quiet, that the memories of Alex would become haunting. So as a consequence she volunteered for overtime whenever the opportunity arose, and established herself as the busiest person in the office.
As for her sexual outlets, she devoted all her attention to her handsome German Shepherd dog. It was Wendel who continued to satisfy her, making it possible for her to get by without having to seek out the company of men. Even though many prospective suitors had presented themselves for dates, she turned each and every one of them down. She was simply too broken up at that point over Alex Norman's death. Furthermore, she did not know how long it would take her to rise above the doldrums.
On one of those occasions, when she was experiencing particularly morbid melancholia a little more than a week after Alex's death, Dennis Scott arrived in the office from Los Angeles.
"How's it going, beautiful?" he approached her desk cautiously, hoping that he could strike a quick truce.
"I'm keeping very busy," she said coldly.
"That's the spirit."
A long tense moment of silence followed. Dennis then realized that if the conversation were to be carried any further, the slack would necessarily have to be picked up by him.
"How about dinner and drinks tonight?"
"How about leaving me alone?"
"You don't have to get so sore."
"You don't have to bug me."
He realized then that it was a lost cause. He stalked off angrily, entering Mr. Jones' office for their conference.
At the very same time that she was in the doldrums, her boss appeared to be saddened by something as well. Alice noticed that he was, all of a sudden, inclined toward staying out for longer lunches. When he would return, she would often be able to detect liquor on his breath. Often he would return in a frame of mind that was considerably less than alert. She knew that something was wrong, but she did not think it was her business to inquire as to what was troubling him.
One evening after she had worked until a quarter after six, she finished her last letter and walked into his office. He was tending to stay later in the evenings as well, and this particular evening was one of those occasions.
"May I leave now, Mr. Jones?" she asked.
"I'd rather you sat down for a bit, Miss Johnson."
"Hope nothing's wrong, sir."
"There's a hell of a lot that's wrong, but it's not really your fault. Please sit down."
He motioned toward the familiar chair across from his desk where she took dictation. She wondered momentarily whether he really had some more work for her to do, and was perhaps applying a bit of subtle psychology by keeping her in the dark until he revealed his hand.
But when she took a close look at the troubled expression on his face, she was certain that it was something else. He lit up a cigarette and took a lengthy puff. He turned in his chair and looked out beyond the spacious picture window and into the bright flickering lights of Manhattan.
"I hope you really don't mind talking to me for a few minutes."
"Not at all."
"Say, listen, I really admire your courage," he looked into her eyes. "It must have been awfully tough on you after Alex died. I know you didn't confide any of this to me, or probably anybody else either, but you know how talk spreads in a place like this. I knew you were going with him and I was rooting hard for you, even though I had reason not to. I didn't really want to lose a fine secretary like you, but I wanted the best for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Jones."
"You can stop this 'Mr. Jones' stuff. It sounds like the army. Besides, we're beyond working hours now. I'd appreciate it if you'd call me Byron."
"Okay, it's Byron."
"That's better. Well, I've really admired you for the way you stuck to your guns. You've thrown yourself into your work like a champ, and you haven't looked for one bit of pity."
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it. There's something that's been tugging at my guts that I haven't talked to anybody about. That is, except my lawyer and a few members of my family. For some reason or other I've just got to get it off my chest to someone, and that might as well be you. My wife and I have broken up."
"I'm very sorry to hear that."
"It's just one of those things, and it's something that's very hard to put into perspective. One of these days you just all of a sudden find out that it isn't there any more. I mean the feeling that has grown out of all those years. It just leaves all of a sudden. Anyhow, that was the way it was with us. Neither one of us were even seeing anyone in particular. Oh, I've had a few affairs, more in the last year or so, than I had ever had in almost twenty years of marriage, and she admitted to having sex with a couple of guys. But that wasn't really what broke us up. We just all of a sudden found out that we didn't jell any more. It's funny how for years you can empathize with a person, and then suddenly there are changes. Once the changes take place that's it."
"I'm very sorry to hear about this."
"It's just one of those things," he shrugged. "So now I'm not living in New Jersey. My wife has the house, and as far as I'm concerned, she can keep it. I don't need it. She's going after the kids, and she'll obtain custody, so she needs a bigger place."
"I did wonder why you were staying later now."
"Yeah, I've been walking to and from work lately. I've been getting a little more exercise that way, except when it's really cold, and I don't mind it that much. But when the snow starts to hit, I'll probably be taking a subway."
"You just have to keep your chin up," she told him, "I found that out from experience. After I lost Alex I thought that my entire world was going to come to an end."
"You going anywhere in particular now?"
"No."
"How about having a drink with me?"
"I guess that would be alright."
"Good, good."
He stamped out the rest of his cigarette into a nearby ash tray, then got up and put on his jacket. He then threw an overcoat over the jacket, and put on a hat.
They walked together into the outer office, where Alice had hung up her coat across from her desk.
The office halls were deserted as they walked toward the elevator. They took the elevator down to the ground floor, then walked out into the chilly street.
"I can use a nice warm shot of whiskey on a night like this," he said.
"I'm not that much of a drinker, but to tell you the truth, right now so could I."
They stopped in a bar several doors removed from their office building. It was crowded with office workers, although they did manage to secure a table by themselves toward the rear of the bar.
They had two drinks, then left.
"Where are you living now?" she asked as they walked.
"Only a few blocks from here."
They walked four blocks. She was heading toward her own apartment building as well, and had walked this same route many times herself.
"Here's the place," he waved, pointing in the direction of a fashionable apartment building.
"It's very nice."
"It'll do. How'd you like to come up for a minute?"
"I'd better not."
"Give me a chance to show you around the place. It won't take long. Besides, you told me that you weren't going anywhere in particular."
"Very well, then, as long as it isn't too long."
"I promise you it won't be."
A uniformed doorman opened the door for them.
"Good evening, Mr. Jones," the doorman bowed courteously.
"Good evening," they said together.
They got inside the green carpeted elevator and listened to semi-classical music filtering out of a stereo system as they went up to his apartment on the sixth floor.
He let her in and showed her around the fashionably furnished apartment.
"It's very nice," she nodded.
"You haven't even seen the best part of it."
He walked over toward a window drawn with green drapes. He drew back the drapes and a picturesque view of Manhattan in the evening loomed out at her. In the near distance she could see Central Park.
"What a wonderful view."
"It's okay. You get used to it after it's been here awhile."
They sat and talked for a few minutes. Byron asked her if she wanted a drink. She politely declined. Eventually she noticed him becoming nervous. His hands began moving in a fidgety manner. The movements disconcerted her.
"Well, maybe I'd better be going," she jumped quickly to her feet.
"Don't go yet."
"I really must be going."
"Wait," he said urgently.
He walked over and threw his arms around her, spinning her around toward him. He let his hungry lips plunge forward. They trembled with anxiety, as did his arms, as he let his lips come into contact with hers.
She sought to struggle free, twisting her head away and attempting to shove his arms away. She finally succeeded.
"Please don't do that," she said. "It will only upset things."
"I'd love to make love to you. Why don't we go into the bedroom? Please give me this one chance."
"I'm afraid it just wouldn't work," she shook her head.
"Maybe you're right."
His head dropped with embarrassment.
"I hope you're not angry with me," she said.
"No, I guess not."
"Goodnight," she whispered.
"See you in the morning, Alice."
She left the apartment and he went back to his drinking. He would continue drinking until late evening, when a combination of sheer exhaustion and grogginess induced by alcohol would put him fast asleep.
Alice took a subway the rest of the way home. All the while she continued thinking about Byron Jones. She wondered if she had jeopardized her job by not going to bed with him.
It somehow struck her as wrong to go to bed with her boss in such a manner. In spite of the fact that she had been working for him for several months, she still felt as if she did not really know him. It was as if she had known Alex better after one brief meeting, than she now knew her own boss.
By the time she arrived back at the apartment, she was worried over the possible consequences of what would happen to her on the job. She had heard a number of stories from secretaries she had known, some of whom were in the same office, about getting fired for not playing ball with the boss. One of the girls had told her that she had been fired from two jobs in New York for that very reason. Both bosses had been married men who anticipated extra-curricular activities with their secretary. When the girl failed to produce, she was fired for obscure reasons conjured up by the bosses. She had known just as well as they had, the real reason.
As she entered the apartment, she was very hungry, but as her lover Wendel jumped to his feet and ran toward her, she soon forgot about her stomach. Seeing him almost always reassured her. It was when she had problems and was worried about something that his presence was particularly rewarding.
He had a way of making her forget how bad things were, and this was another one of those occasions. As she got down on the rug and wrestled with him, throwing her arms around him while he licked her face thoroughly and passionately, she became carried away with the moment.
"You're so beautiful, Wendel, I absolutely love you," she said.
As he continued licking her face, she reached out and kissed him on various parts of his face. They were getting carried away with one another, as they had on so many other occasions.
When she felt as if they had warmed each other up enough, she let go of her pet dog and jumped to her feet.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she asserted.
No sooner did she utter the word 'bedroom' than he immediately began sprinting toward it. He was able to pick up words quickly, and act upon them. His favorite word, not so oddly, was 'bedroom'.
He began sprinting around the bed, barking and kicking up his heels.
"Now be quiet, Wendel. We are living in an apartment building, you know," she warned him.
He finally stopped his barking and thrust out his tongue, letting it lick all around the outside of his mouth.
"I'll bet you'd like to suck my pussy," she laughed.
Just the thought of him going down on her once more was enough to inspire her to undress quickly. She speedily removed her clothes, then got into bed. She tantalized him by rubbing her left fingers over her snatch. Then she stuck out her little finger, running it around her moist mound.
"Look at what I've got here," she smiled.
His radar-like nose immediately picked up the scent of her pussy juice. He mounted the bed with one searing leap, moving swiftly toward her little finger, which she permitted to dangle in the air.
"Come and eat some pussy, Wendel, come and get the pussy," she teased him as she might have a little boy.
He sniffed around her finger for a few seconds, then reached out and let his long tongue lash against it. He was getting ready for some stimulating sucks, and she knew just the way to highly excite him.
Now she was letting her hips and buttocks grind out a fast tune on top of the bed. She knew that by utilizing those gyrations, she would get her canine lover good and hot.
Soon he was sniffing around her snatch curiously. That was followed by a brisk sucking session. His tongue was ablaze with excitement, determined to provide her with all the thrills he could conceivably muster.
"Keep sucking me, honey, suck me, Wendel, I want it, go after my juices, suck me," she gasped, "keep on sucking, faster, faster, I want it."
The speedier that she moved her hips and kicked her body upward to meet his thrusts, the faster that he tongued her. Soon his blazing oral electricity had its effect upon her.
"I'm going to shoot, suck me a few more times, Wendel, just a few more, baby, I want it," she cried out, "suck me, suck me."
She let out an exhilarating sigh as the juices shot out of her pussy and into his waiting mouth. He gratefully swallowed every drop, as was his general custom.
"One good turn deserves another," she said, reaching out and jerking up and down on his long, dog dong.
Alice began with slow, methodical up and down strokes over his prick. Soon, however, she began getting carried away. She felt that it was necessary to stimulate her canine friend as well as herself by moving at a faster clip. Up and down she proceeded to. move. The faster that her fingers worked up and down his rod, the better they both liked it.
"I'm going to eat this big rod," she told him.
It seemed strange to her now to think that at one time in the not too distant past she would have thought of sucking a dog's cock as a contemptible act, something that would have been resorted to by only the most disgraceful of sluts. Now she was finding out that it was just another way of deriving fantastic sensations. On top of that, she found she was deriving great sincerity along with benefits from doing it with her dog. The closer they got, the better they liked to screw. The more often they screwed, the closer the relationship that ultimately resulted between them.
By then she could hold herself back no more. Her hot tongue was working its way up and down briskly over that huge pecker. It was wonderful, she thought, to exercise her blazing tongue with speedy movements over that hot prick.
She could hear and feel his breathing becoming heavier. That meant that she was doing her job. The heavier the breathing became, the more turned on she knew him to be. And the more turned on he became, the quicker it would be when she got her shot in the mouth.
Her fingers felt around his ball bag as her tongue continued attacking his big dong.
He finally let loose with an electrifying explosion. It was like a volcanic lava flow, hot, fast, and very thick, as it poured relentlessly into her mouth.
"You're quite a man, Wendel," she petted him after it was over and she had swallowed his load, "and I never realize it more, than when you shoot one of your hot loads into my mouth."
She went into the kitchen and fixed dinner. Once more sex with Wendel had had a therapeutic effect on her. She found herself unworried by Byron Jones and what the ensuing course of events would be.
Alice realized that, in spite of anything, come what may, she would have a close friend in Wendel. She would always be able to rely upon him.
She thought of the saying about dog being man's best friend. She realized more than ever that he could also be a woman's best friend, and in a way that most men would never experience him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rather than admit defeat over a rebuff, Byron Jones pursued Alice with greater determination.
They had dinner frequently, and got to know each other in a way that they never had before. Slowly but surely a position of trust 'evolved between the two.
One enchanting evening, following dinner and drinks, after which Alice was in an exuberant mood, Byron Jones asked her up to his apartment.
"I'd better be getting home," she said.
"What's this about being in such a hurry?" he looked at her and shook his head. "We can chat and have a good time, but when it's time to go up to my place, you're in a hurry. Come on up and relax a bit."
"Oh, I suppose I could for a little while."
"Of course you could."
No sooner did she take off her coat and become comfortable as she sat in an easy chair, than Byron walked over toward the bar.
"I make a Mai-Tai cocktail that's out of this world," he boasted, smilingly. "I think this would be the perfect time for us to have one."
"No thanks. I'd better not drink any more."
"Loosen up and relax a little," he chided her gently. "Don't live in the gloomy past. We've both had problems in our respective lives, but the way to face them is to rise above them. And I feel more like rising every time I see you. Now I'm going to relax and fix myself a drink, and I want you to have one with me."
"You talked me into it."
"You need to hear some talking. Somebody's got to straighten you out. Relax, have a little fun." He mixed the drinks conscientiously, pouring the contents into two glasses. He lifted one glass behind the bar, and took a brief sip. Putting down the glass, he exclaimed:
"Not bad, not bad at all, if I do say so myself." He picked up the two glasses and walked over to where she was sitting. They sipped the drinks slowly and chatted amiably. The longer they chatted, and the more sips of the powerful Mai-Tai she took, the better she began to feel about everything.
"Baby, I have been acting strange lately," she admitted.
"A little. So have I. That's the way things go. But the important thing is that we can help keep ourselves out of the dumps."
"I'll drink to that."
Byron was so happy at the results of one round of drinks that he quickly poured a second. The longer that they drank the giddier the state they resorted to. As they both loosened up, Byron Jones felt himself becoming increasingly more confident.
"I really like you. I dig everything about you," Byron told her.
"Thank you. I like you, too."
"Oh, baby, why did it take us this long to get together?"
Now his hands were gripping her waist. He threw them around her body and brought his mouth forward with a quick powerful jutting thrust. His lips met hers with smoldering passion.
At first there was enough in the way of reluctance in Alice's make-up that she sought to break away from him. She found herself instinctively taking a step back, letting her body twist as she attempted to pry herself free of his grasp.
But she quickly threw off that sensation. She made a rapid adjustment to what was going on. And as she met his forward lip thrust with one of her own, she recognized just how much she had wanted to express herself in such a way toward Byron Jones.
"That feels good, so good that I'm going back for more," he sighed.
"Please kiss me again."
"Oh, my darling. I will."
"You're making me feel so warm."
Once more his lips pushed forward. Again they found her lips. This time she was more willing than on the first occasion. Her desires never wavered.
Once he withdrew his lips from hers, he decided that it would be wise to seek out the glorious sensations of her mouth. He allowed his tongue to work its way vigorously inside her mouth. Their tongues collided, and their bodies tingled with pronounced exhilaration.
The lip kissing continued at a frenzied pace for the next few minutes, after which he finally released his tongue from her mouth.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he implored. All the while he was clasping his fingers in his hands. He clung to her tenaciously, not wanting to let her go for anything.
"Do you really think we should? Should we go that far this fast?"
"Are you joking? It's been too long. Let's start making up those precious minutes that we've already lost."
They walked into the intimate privacy of the bedroom, saying nothing. Individually they undressed. Nothing needed to be said. It was apparent just where they were heading and why.
As she wiggled out of her dress, beautiful Alice wondered if she were truly doing the right thing. No sooner did the thought come and flash out of her mind than she felt guilty over even allowing such a possibility to project inside of her. She decided that, since the unmistakable tingle between her legs was definitely there, she should do no more to fight her obvious feelings.
Byron had undressed several minutes before Alice. When Alice ultimately removed her bra and panties, Byron Jones walked toward her, his cock hard and erect, ready for immediate activity.
"That body's almost too beautiful to believe," he said in a soft murmur.
When she got her first good look at his nude body, she was also impressed. He had taken very good care of himself. Even though his hair was white and he must have been close to fifty, Byron Jones had the trimness of a young athlete in the prime of life.
He reached behind her and ran his fingers down her back.
"That's a very intriguing spinal column," he grinned.
"Are you a doctor or something?"
"No, but I'm very interested in the anatomy of a beautiful female."
"And you feel mine fascinating?"
"Very definitely."
He let his fingers glide down all the way to her buttocks. He clinched his fingers around her ass-cheeks, and let his body press forward until his chest rested squarely against her breasts.
"I've never wanted to fuck anybody else more than I want to fuck you right now," he laid the cards on the table emphatically.
"Oh, darling, kiss me again," she swooned.
Once more, their lips met in mid-air like a sonic boom. He then withdrew his lips from hers and slipped his fingers around her waist. He then glided her toward the bed.
Now they were on the bed and Byron was letting his tongue work fervently around her breasts. It stabbed relentlessly, driving forward at a steady pace. The longer he kept up his movements, the more rapidly her body began to shimmer.
When he lifted his tongue from her breasts, he exclaimed excitedly:
"Let's sixty-nine. Let's do each other. I love the sensation of two-way sex."
"You make it sound so provocative."
"It is, particularly the way I do it."
Soon their bodies were stationed across from each other. They were ready to embark on their sexual adventure.
An electrified Byron Jones, completely carried away with Alice's beauty and the passions of the moment, made the first direct move by thrusting his tongue out and finding her box. He let the tongue flick several times at a methodical pace over the red vaginal walls.
"Oh, you're sucking me, I love it," Alice said. "I've got to make it up to you, by doing a great job of sucking your hot dick."
She hurled her tongue forward and let it slide over the end of his huge stick. At first she contented herself with sucking the very tip of his rod. Soon, however, he had gotten her so sufficiently worked up through the combination of his sucking efforts and his twisting body movements in response to her efforts, that she suddenly switched her focus from the very end of his dick to the entire lengthy base of it.
Now they were matching each other stroke for stroke as they moved steadily down the path toward orgasmic release.
Their tongues slashed with lightning zeal as they pushed each other toward the very precipice of orgasmic culmination.
They eventually shot, releasing their loads to each other at the same time. The hot white semen began spurting out of the end of Byron Jones' aroused prick. No more than two seconds later, pussy juice erupted from the snatch of Alice.
The productive results of their efforts made them both happy.
"Didn't I tell you that you should let yourself go?" he smiled.
"You certainly did."
"Aren't you happy we're playing the game my way?"
"Am I ever."
"There's one other thing I'd like to do to you, now that you've got me so hot I hardly know where I am."
"What's that?"
"I'd love to fuck you up your ass." He proceeded to illustrate his point by patting her on the ass-cheeks playfully.
"Sodomy's a little out of my line," she said tightly.
"Why's that? Have you ever tried it?"
"No, and I don't care to." Her eyes dropped. She did not want to make a scene, or in any way upset him, but nonetheless intended to remain firm on that point.
"It's not very sensible to resist something you've never tried."
"I've never tried hitting myself over the head with a hammer, but I still resist it."
"Now you're being silly. You should let yourself go."
"I've been letting myself go all night," she replied a bit petulantly. "It's just that I don't want to try anything that far out. I'm more of a conventional girl."
"Listen, a lot of people think that sixty-nining is sick. A lot of people think that the only way to have sex is in the traditional face-to-face fashion, with a guy ramming it up a broad's cunt. That was one of the big hang-ups my old lady had. I really think that might be the reason why we finally got tired of each other."
"Because she wouldn't perform enough sexual acts for you?"
"She got too damn fussy," he nodded. "She got to where she only wanted to do it one way, and not even very often at that. Well, I got pissed off. I'm a hot man, and I should be entitled to a good fuck now and then. Yeah, we had a few hassles about anal intercourse. I tried to tell her that it would add to our relationship rather than hurting it, but she just wouldn't listen."
"Maybe she was a little afraid of it, just like I am."
"Oh, shit. We live in an up-tight world. But you don't see these young kids getting turned off about all this stuff. Hell,, no! They believe in letting it all hang out, and that's just the way I am. That's the principle I live by, and I'm not about to change. My old lady had me up-tight all the time. Oh yeah, we both went through the whole route, the marriage counselor, the psychiatrist, group therapy sessions, you name it and we went through it. Well, it's my contention that a good stab up her asshole would have saved the whole thing."
"You really think that anal intercourse means that much?"
"Damn right, but it's more than that," he explained slowly. "It's a case of either letting yourself go and having fun with somebody whose body you dig, or sitting and moping and not doing a damn thing. Well, I've done enough moping and enough sitting around and crying. I'm through with all that. I really dig you, but if I can't let myself go, then apparently I'll have to find somebody who will let me do a little more. And don't think there aren't women like that around."
"There are women around who will let you do anything. Usually for a price."
"There's a price attached to everything in this life, whether you're getting it from your wife, a date, or some street-walker. I'm not trying to sound crude, but that's the way it is."
"You put it rather bluntly."
"I do, when I feel I have to," he said calmly. "So what's wrong with experimenting just once? If you find out you don't like it, I'll stop. But you've got a beautiful ass and I'd just love to take a stab at it. What do you say?"
"How careful will you be?"
"Careful enough."
He reached forward and threw his arms around her. He thrust her body forward, letting her breasts slide against his chest. Feeling those warm tits provided him with additional stimulation.
"Oh, that feels so good," he smiled.
He took the fingers of his left hand and let them glide over her face. He reached over with his right hand and grabbed a container of vaseline from a nearby table. He then applied both hands diligently to the vaseline, unscrewing the cap and digging some of it out with the fingers of his right hand.
"I want to stick these up your ass," he explained. "We've got to make it slip in there."
She watched him apply the vaseline smoothly to her anus. Then he applied it to his prick.
"Now I'm ready to go," he said as he placed the jar back on the table.
Before he let his cock plunge into her, he allowed his fingers to roam around her buttocks. The longer he stroked them, the harder and more eager his cock became to go to work on her asshole.
He threw his arms around her body once more, kissing her lips passionately. It was the final prelude prior to the act itself.
"Now you're going to get a real fuck," he promised her, slapping her on her buttocks with his open hands.
He thrust his rod eagerly forward, making contact with the outer portions of her anus. He was determined to let things progress gradually. He did not want to push too hard too fast, particularly since she was nervous about such activity to begin with.
"How's that, baby?" he asked.
"Not bad."
"I'm just getting warmed up."
"Don't kill me now."
"It might hurt the first few times, but it sure as hell isn't lethal. In fact, you'll be surprised at how much you learn to love it before you're through."
Now he was pushing forward harder, thrusting his meat into her with greater determination, letting it slip in further than before. He drove it spiritedly, shoving it into her with piston-like regularity.
"Just as tight as I figured it would be," he grinned, pushing forward with greater diligence. "Damn, but this is great, it's a great fuck, I love it."
Now he was gripping her ass-cheeks tightly as he ground out his fuck. He pushed his cock high into her ass, causing her to experience a little pain. But she did not mind it in the way that she was afraid that she would.
"I'm learning to like this," she laughed.
"Oh, this is so great, you're such a great fuck. Just keep those ass-cheeks wiggling, keep that body twisting," he encouraged. "That's it, I love that movement, keep it up, that's it, keep it up, keep twisting, keep that body spasming."
His encouraging words caused her to react in just the way he had hoped. Her body flowed at a rhythmic cadence, flipping back and forth with every piercing thrust his rod put forward.
"I'm going to drive it into you, I'm going to shoot my hot juice up your asshole," he told her sexily, squeezing her ass-cheeks as he shoved his prick forward.
"Oh, baby, don't stop now. I want it," she begged, "Keep on fucking, keep on drilling my asshole, keep on fucking, I want it, I want it, fuck me, drive it into me, I want it."
He was pleased that she had reacted as affirmatively and as quickly as she had. He had thought that, if she gave herself half a chance, she would enjoy the spirited sensations of a driving anal thrust. Now he had his huge prick in high gear, and the best part of the screw still remained-that point at which his hot peter would explode a load of warm juice into her asshole.
"Just a few more stabs and I'll be there," he told her.
"Keep it up, keep up the fucking," she gasped. "Oh, I will, it's great, I love it, what a tight ass, it's such a great fuck."
Seconds later he heaved a lengthy sigh, then said:
"I'm there, get ready, I'm itching so bad, oh, I'm itching, it's shooting, oohhh, oohhh, ooohhhh."
"I feel it, I feel you in me," she told him excitedly. "Oh, is that juice ever shooting into me, you're really pouring it into me."
Then they collapsed into each other's arms. They were both sweating profusely from the heat they put into the act.
He stroked her hair and said softly:
"Are you glad you did it?"
"From here on out, I'll listen to you."
"You won't go wrong that way. It has taken me almost fifty years of loving and one long marriage to really learn what life is all about. From here on out, I'm going to face life on my own terms. I'm going to see to it that I leave my hang-ups behind. When I do that I find I fare much better."
"I'm finding out the same thing."
Then they went back to kissing each other. They allowed their lips to collide several times, after which he broke their kiss.
"I hope we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."
"I hope so, too." she agreed.
"We both needed each other."
"I certainly needed something," she shook her head. "It's been rough for me to adjust since Alex died."
"I know, I went through my own adjustment problems," he said sympathetically. "But now that we've got each other, everything is looking up."
"I think so, too."
His fingers then went to work on her moist vagina. He started by probing slowly and softly, working himself up into a faster tempo.
"Does that feel good?" he grinned.
"Yes, do it faster."
"That's what I thought you'd say."
"Oh, that's it, speed it up."
"Boy, oh boy, that looks good enough to eat down there."
"Then I wish you'd do just that."
"Like I said, no more hang-ups in my life. When I want to do something, then I'm going to go ahead and do it."
"Now you're talking. Give my pussy some action, oh, you've got me going in circles, get down there and suck it, I want your tongue on my slit," she begged him.
"Okay, honey, hang on."
He thrust the forefinger of his right hand up her rectum, then let his head drop. He slipped his tongue over her hot triangle, working at a fast pace.
"You'll have me shooting in no time at this rate," she told him.
He stabbed her anus several times. It caused her body to quiver. But most of the quivering was reserved for the hot tongue-stabs which he provided her with, letting his warm tongue circulate energetically over her hot mound.
"Oh, that's it, bite on that clit," she gasped.
He nibbled on her clitoris, sending her into a state of ecstasy. Her body trembled in quick spasms as the tongue circulated vigorously.
"Keep it up, keep up the sucking, I'm about to shoot, oh, oh, oh," she said.
A few strokes later he received a warm and inviting mouthful of pussy juice, after which he smiled triumphantly.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The warm water made rippling contact with Alice's naked flesh.
She was in the shower, getting herself clean for Byron, with whom she had a date that evening. It was late on a Saturday afternoon, and she was feeling better than she had in months. The relationship with Byron had progressed to such an extent that they were seeing one another all the time. She was confident that, once the divorce between Byron and his wife became final, she would short become Mrs. Byron Jones. It was an opportunity that she relished greatly.
She turned off the water and stepped nimbly out of the tub. She dried her body thoroughly, feeling fresh, clean, and vibrantly alive. She wanted to be as clean and sexy as possible for her lover, so that she would give him a good time later that night at his apartment.
She finished drying herself off and strode into the bedroom. Wendel, who had been sleeping in the living room, suddenly awakened as he heard her bare feet transporting her into the bedroom.
He looked up and observed her sexy naked form. Immediately his interest picked up and he lifted his hulk up from the rug. He followed her into the bedroom, where she was running her hairbrush through her hair several times, as she stood before the mirror.
Wendel, who had not had sex with her for several days, had become horny for action. He looked at his mistress and began barking eagerly.
"Now what are you doing in here?" she turned around and looked at him.
She then realized how foolish her question had been. After all, they had been engaged in intimate relations on her bed many times. The more times that they did it, the more routinized Wendel became in his routine, but a magnificent way to have fun.
Wendel jumped up on the bed. His tongue was hanging loose and his tail was wagging. She was only too well aware of the symptoms.
"So you're hot, huh?" she smiled.
Her eyes then traveled downward toward Wendel's long penis. She spotted it and stared at the huge organ for the next few seconds. By the time she was finished looking, she was more eager than ever to engage in sex with him.
She put down the hairbrush and got into bed, spreading her legs. She was giving him an opportunity to make his pitch.
"Now just what do you have in mind, dear?" she laughed.
Alice had to do no more than spread her legs. Wendel made his intentions abundantly clear at that point. His nose began sniffing around her moist triangle. It had become wet just looking at that huge organ, which prompted her to become greatly excited.
"Are you going to suck me?" she laughed.
At first he did nothing more than run his nose over her mound. It served to get him good and hot. He was beginning to find the range and she was not about to stop him by then. By that time they were off in a world all their own.
"That's it, Wendel, baby, suck me," she implored, "Keep it up, keep up that licking, I want you to suck out my twat."
The tongue slipped with great fluidity over her mound, which twitched with excitement at every touch of his long red tongue. In some ways, she realized, she liked getting it from Wendel more than she did from a man. That applied particularly to the act of cunnilingus. After all, he had a long tongue and possessed the ability to use it in the proper fashion.
It slipped back and forth with great exhilaration as her entire body became unglued. It flipped back and forth with every sucking movement from his explosive tongue, which had already put her into an ecstatic frame of mind.
"Just keep up that sucking," she told him, "keep sucking me, I want it, keep it up, I love it."
He drove it into her until she orgasmed. Then he went back and licked some more, obtaining a second load of juice from her vagina. He then went after a third, quickly obtaining it.
"We're absolutely going wild together," she laughed.
The longer she looked at him, the bigger the impression his huge cock made on her. She recognized that, after having made her shoot three times, he would be eager to drive his pecker inside her snatch.
She was mesmerized by the beauty of that hot dick. She longed to have it stabbing inside her hot mound once more.
"I'll bet you're just dying to fuck me," she laughed.
Her right hand reached out and eagerly explored his cock. The hand pumped up and down eagerly over the huge stiff instrument. She loved feeling its warmth, and enjoyed knowing that she was making him happy by providing him with that type of finger contact.
"Does that feel good?" she asked. "I'll just bet it does, I'll just bet you want to stick that in my cunt, I'll just bet you're dying to fuck me."
She spread out her legs accommodatingly and pushed the huge instrument inside her mound. Back and forth he stiffly drilled her, finding the range, getting his momentum up for the fucking which lay ahead.
"Now you're getting there," she laughed, "just keep it up, Wendel, keep on fucking me, I really want it from you."
It drove into her spiritedly, the pace intensifying as the meat drilled effectively inside her.
"That's it, baby, keep up that fucking," she said, "drive it in there, drive it into me, please fuck me."
Several razor-sharp stabs later the juice shot out of the end of his stick and into her searing mound.
"You're such an absolute doll," she petted him after he had delivered his juices inside her.
Wendel was not through, however, and neither was Alice. He went back to sucking her, something they kept up for the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening.
When his tongue was not driving steadily inside her mound, she would pet and caress him.
Suddenly their enjoyable interlude was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.
"My God, could he be here already?" Alice muttered.
A quick look at the clock told her that it was much later than she had thought. It was six o'clock. He had said that he would be there at six-thirty, but it was not all that unusual for him to arrive thirty minutes early. Often he preferred having a drink before leaving.
The doorbell rang a second time, causing her to jump out of bed and sprint toward the clothes closet.
"Coming in just a second," she shouted.
Her fingers pulled on a yellow robe which was hanging from a closet hanger. She finally nervously tugged the robe free from the hanger, slipping it on.
She opened up the door. An immaculately-groomed Byron Jones, clad in a light brown suit, entered the apartment. He looked at her with surprise.
"What have you been doing? Looks like you've been fucking."
"Why do you say that?" she replied defensively.
"The way that hair looks, for one thing."
"Why don't you sit down. Would you like a drink?"
"Yeah, Scotch and water would be fine."
"Coming up."
She attempted to brush her hair back into some semblance of order as she walked briskly toward the kitchen. By the time she returned with the drinks, Wendel was in the living room. Byron was petting the dog.
"Here's your drink," she said.
"Aren't you going to have one?"
"No, I don't think so."
"You're sure acting nervous."
"Why do you say that?"
"It's just something that I can see."
He took several sips from his drink, then observed Wendel as he made his way over toward the sofa, where she was sitting. He barked several times, and moved between her legs.
Her heart pounded with embarrassment as she anticipated what might come next. Her worst fears were quickly justified as he began sniffing underneath the robe in the general direction of her pussy.
"He's picked up the scent," Byron Jones said. "Don't tell me!"
"What's on your mind?" she asked softly.
"I know the score, honey. You've been fucking with that dog. He doesn't act like he's unfamiliar with your private parts."
"You're just imagining things," she snapped. "Like hell I am. No wonder you're not ready to go. Well, if you dig him more than you do me, then go back to fucking your dog. I've got an ego, too. I'm not about to be playing second-fiddle to some hot canine."
He quickly finished his drink, slammed the glass down on the table, and jumped to his feet.
"Thanks for the drink." He growled as he walked toward the door.
As the door slammed behind him, she burst hysterically into tears.
Once more it appeared that true love had eluded her doorstep.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Alice had been so heartbroken by Byron's discovery, coupled with his angry departure from the apartment, that she did not feel like going back for sex with Wendel.
The German Shepherd was willing to engage in more, but she was not. She had a lengthy cry, then unloaded a straight shot of Scotch into a glass, from which she drank.
At first she had contented herself with the difficult thought that Byron Jones was now totally out of her life. She had even reconciled herself to the fact that he would find a reason to fire her as his secretary. It wasn't that she wanted things that way, but that she no longer had much faith in the fates, which had dealt her so many bad blows in the past.
The longer she sat and sipped, however, the more she decided that she should not let Byron Jones escape from her life without a lengthy conversation. She began to collect her thoughts. She finally decided that she should not feel defeated until she had at least one more conversation with him.
She took a second shower, then got into the same clothes she had been planning to wear for Byron that evening. She would go to his apartment and see if he were there. If so, she would have a chat with him.
She left the apartment and flagged down a cab in front of the building. A few minutes later she was in front of the apartment building where Byron lived.
As she got out of the cab and paid the driver, she thought that the chances were good that Byron would be at home. If she knew him as well as she thought, then he would be broken up about what had happened between them. If he were gone, it would probably be to a local bar, where he would drown his trouble in alcohol.
Her heart fluttered nervously as she rang the doorbell of his apartment. He answered the door a few seconds later.
"What do you want?" he immediately challenged her.
"To talk with you."
"Is there anything to discuss?"
"I think there is, and I think you owe me at least a chance to explain. After all, I have done just about everything you've asked me."
His forehead wrinkled as he contemplated her words. Finally, he let the door open.
"Come on in," he said sadly.
A bottle of Scotch and a half-empty glass sat perched on the living room table. As he walked past her toward the chair, on which he sat down, she smelled liquor on his breath. When she got a look at his eyes, she noticed a redness in them.
"You said that when you let yourself go and did the things you wanted to, your entire life picked up," she began. She paused a moment, then continued:
"Well, when Wendel and I first became lovers, I had nobody else. Now I've got you, that's true, or, at least, I did have you. Anyway, Wendel's still very good to me, and he needs some loving himself. I didn't see anything harmful in fucking with Wendel once in awhile. In fact, it makes me feel good. It keeps me in a high morale state."
"By letting yourself go, I didn't mean to do everything," he explained.
"Now you're saying to me just about the same thing I said to you, the time that you wanted to fuck my ass and I didn't want you to. Do you remember how I felt after that screw?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"Okay, then, is it all wrong for me to want to have some sex with a dog I happen to love, a dog who has brought me a lot of happiness at times when I was very lonely?"
"Maybe I've been wrong," he admitted.
"I just know that I don't want to lose you."
"Well, you can see from the way I look that I was a little shook up about things myself."
"We all make mistakes, but let's try and learn from them."
"I'll try."
"So will I."
"Now you've got me all steamed up. I want to have sex with you. Oh, I'll let you have sex with Wendel if that's what you want, provided that it doesn't interfere with the sex I want."
"Has it ever yet?"
"No, you've taken care of me pretty well."
"I've done my best."
"Let's go into the bedroom."
He insisted on undressing her this time. He always wanted to undress her when he was feeling particularly hot. At this moment, he was highly inspired and looking forward to some exciting sex stimulation.
Once he plucked off her bra, he allowed his warm fingers to roam over the beautiful crevices of flesh covering her breasts. He even toyed with her nipples several times, which caused her to become all the more excited.
"I want to fuck you more now than ever before," he said. Then his lips plunged against hers.
He stripped off her panties, then let his fingers slide over the ass-cheeks which he always loved to touch.
"Now I've just got to have you," he told her hoarsely.
His strong arms manipulated her body downward into the bed. His fingers then parted her legs as he prepared to go to work.
His first move was to let his head drop down between her legs. She had sprinkled some perfume around her vagina, just in case he wanted to go down on her.
"You smell so good down there," he smiled.
"Go down there and suck me. That's where the action is."
"You're telling me. And when I get through sucking you, I expect a good cock-suck back in return."
"I promise you'll get it."
"Great, baby, it's something to look forward to."
"My cock-sucks always are."
"Right!"
His teeth nibbled on her clitoris, causing her body to spasm. She gasped and quivered as his tongue went to work on her vagina. He slipped it around inside her nest with vigorous abandon, unleashing every ounce of his hot pent-up anxieties.
"Eat me, eat me, lover," she cried out.
He was inspired by the fervor by which she expressed herself, coupled with the fact that she referred to him as her lover. That was precisely what he wanted to be thought of as. He was so happy that she had come back and that they had reached a new understanding.
He wanted to go all the way with this girl, to make her his wife, once the divorce decree with his present wife was finalized.
The tongue drilled with sparkling adventure as his fingers worked their way up and down her warm body. He let his fingers travel over her stomach, her breasts, and her buttocks. Having him finger her caused her to become all the more excited at what was going on.
"Keep on sucking me, I want you to suck me," she told him.
His tongue continued to attack her with relentless zeal, as he pushed her that much closer to orgasm.
"Oh, I'm just about there, suck me, just a few more strokes, I'm just about there, do it, do it, do it!" she said urgently.
As the big moment came, he leaned over and gobbled up the hot pussy juice. Once more he had achieved great pleasure.
"Now you can suck my cock," he told her.
"Am I ever eager to."
"Toy with it a little while at first, play with it before you put it in your mouth," he instructed her.
"I'll do that."
She reached out and pumped up and down on his huge cock. Vigorous electricity circulated through his body as her fingers continued to apply themselves rigorously.
"The old sparks are flying," he told her. "Now you can put it in your mouth. Suck the cock while your fingers are toying with my nuts. I love that kind of double action."
"That sounds like real fun."
"Let's make it happen."
He reached out and toyed with her breasts, while her tongue went to work sliding up and down his lengthy shaft. Her fingers massaged his hot nuts, giving him fantastic thrills.
"Now you're on the right track," he told her, "keep up that sucking, keep it up, I want you to suck me."
Now she was drilling him for all she was worth, letting her tongue climb up his rod, then slide back down. The tempo was accelerating at a feverish pitch.
"Just keep up that sucking, keep it up," he said.
She worked at things steadily, enjoying every stroke, empathizing with him as he drew closer toward orgasm. His body shook as she delivered hot stabs up and down his huge rod.
"I'm bracing myself for the big explosion," he told her.
That explosion came a few seconds later. She was ready to swallow every drop of juice that squirted out of the end of his warm dick.
"If I have my way, we're going to keep up this kind of action forever," he told her.
"I want to make you happy more than anything."
"I know you do. It's obvious from the way that you satisfy me in bed."
"Glad you're able to tell."
"How can I miss?"
His lips plunged against hers one more time. At that sublime moment they both recognized that things could not be better. After many disappointments, they had found each other and were happy that they had.
She felt lucky to have a man like Byron Jones and Wendel, too.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Byron insisted on taking Alice out for dinner and champagne following work on Monday.
They had just finished off the main course, when he stated suddenly to Alice:
"Baby, how'd you like to get married?"
"Say that again," her eyes widened.
"How'd you like to get married?"
"That's what I thought you said. It's just that it sounded so good that I wanted to hear it a second time."
She reached across the table and kissed his lips, with an almost full restaurant looking on.
"I take it that that kiss was supposed to denote an affirmative answer," Byron smiled after breaking their kiss.
"You take it right."
"You see, I pegged it right by including the champagne."
"You certainly did. It fits in perfectly."
"Tomorrow after work we'll go to Tiffany's and I'll let you pick out a ring."
"You're such a great guy. Just one thing."
"What's that?"
"After we're married, will I still be expected to take care of responsibilities as your secretary?"
"No, I'm planning on keeping you two ways."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Just this. That I intend to keep you barefoot and pregnant. There's no way that I'm gonna have you work at that office."
"You're a pretty sexy talking guy," she laughed. "Yes, but as I think you've noticed," he responded, "I'm more than able to back up anything I say between the sheets."
"I can't quarrel with any of the fucks you've given me," Alice chuckled girlishly.
"How about going to your pad and having ourselves a good fuck?" Byron placed a hand under the table and ran his fingers up and down her smooth leg.
"When do you want it?"
"Just as soon as I can pay this check and we can get out of here."
"Sounds like you've got it bad."
"Just being in the same room with you gives me a permanent case of a swollen cock."
"My oh my," she shook her head jokingly. "Then that oughta make it tough after we're married."
"No it won't. It just means that I'll probably have to cut down on all my other activities, so I can spend all my time fucking."
"I'll drink to that," Alice laughed as she polished off the remaining few sips of her champagne glass. "I'm just curious, though. Why is it that you wanna go to my pad instead of yours? We usually fuck at your place. Besides, there's always Wendel around at my apartment."
"That's the big reason why I wanna do it at your place this time," he grinned broadly.
"I just don't understand. You mean because of Wendel?"
"That's exactly what I mean. I've been thinking about you and that dog, and you know, I'm the one who said to you that a person should experience everything he or she can when it comes to sex expression. Well, you know, I've never once seen a gal go to it with a dog. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I got. I know that he digs you, that was obvious."
"He was really in heat the other night," she recalled fondly with a smile.
"I think he's like me. He's in heat anytime that you're around. But I'm not jealous anymore. It was foolish of me to be jealous of him in the first place."
"It was flattering that you were jealous, though. If a person is jealous it means that he cares."
"I definitely care about you."
Byron Jones amply illustrated his point by running his fingers under the table a second time. On this occasion he let them sneak all the way underneath her dress, allowing them to tickle her pubic hairs.
"Cut it out, you're tickling me," she chuckled. "Besides, we're in a public restaurant. You want us to get arrested?"
"By all means. Just as long as they put us in the same cell, and just as long as it has a nice bed that we can share. The main thing is that we have a place to fuck."
"But they wouldn't put us in the same cell," she explained as his fingers continued to busily play with her twat. "In fact, I'd probably get tossed into some cell with some wild lesbians. Who knows, they might even wind up converting me."
"I couldn't risk that," he laughed, removing his fingers from her box. "Then let's get out of here and go to your place."
Several minutes later Byron had his arm around her in the back seat of a cab as they headed toward her apartment. His cock bulged in his pants with keen anxiety.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Give her the old lube job, Wendel old boy," Byron burst into laughter as he sat on the edge of the bed.
The hot German Shepherd was getting his kicks with Alice. His long, wet red tongue dug into Alice's pussy lining, with spirited determination.
Byron sat nakedly on the bed, pumping up and down on his meat with jackhammer regularity as he watched the erotic sight unfolding before his eyes.
"Damned but that German Shepherd knows what to do with a cunt," Byron slapped his knee with his open hand and laughed. "I'll bet he got a lot of good training from his mistress."
"He didn't need much," Alice put in as the German Shepherd tore into her flaming box with great zeal. "A lot of it came natural. It seems like he's just got that instinctive pussy scent."
"Boy, it sure gets me turned on watching him go to work. I can hardly wait to have my turn fucking you."
Back and forth that long red tongue explored, while her entire body quivered with every stroke. She was getting closer to that magic moment when she would explode.
"Keep it up, Wendel, keep that hot tongue in me, baby, keep on sucking, I want it, I want, I want it," she gasped.
Her urgings served to spur on Wendel all the more. Finally the act was completed, and the pussy juice shot out of her box and into his waiting mouth.
"He sure did one hell of a job," Byron nodded. "Now let me take over for him."
"Hold on a second," she cautioned. "By looking at that prick of his, I can see that he's got other work to do."
"You're right. It is hard as a rock. But where does that leave me? I've got a hard-on myself." Byron quickly emphasized his point by running his fingers up and down his instrument.
"You wanted to watch Wendel. Well, now give him a chance to get his rocks off," Alice implored. "Besides, maybe you'll learn something watching him fuck me."
"I probably will," he laughed.
Byron watched carefully once more as Wendel's sensitive nose immediately began poking around Alice's asshole.
"That's it, baby, suck out my ass," Alice urged, "put that hot doggy tongue up my cute asshole. Keep it up in my asshole, suck that ass out real nice, suck, suck, keep up that sucking, I want you to suck it, suck, suck."
At that point he went to work with his still flaming tongue inside her anus. It twisted and turned with great zeal as his spirited determination remained intact.
Alice's body flipped back and forth in appreciative reaction to his efforts.
"Keep on sucking, get me hot, keep me hot, suck me, suck me, suck me, I want it, suck me," she told Wendel excitedly.
Wendel kept up the ass licking for a few more minutes. When he withdrew his tongue, wagged his tail several times, and barked excitedly, Alice knew precisely what he wanted.
"So my doggy wants a nice hot fuck," she nodded, reaching out and petting him with great affection.
"Yeah, he wants to stab that big dick inside your box," Byron exclaimed, "and who the hell can blame him?"
"Now I'll help my precious Wendel get his big cock inside my cunt, so he can fuck me," Alice said.
She laid back and spread her legs out, guiding Wendel's long dong inside her, until it finally locked securely into position and he was ready to screw her.
"Oh, you're in me," she said with an air of celebrated triumph, "move that hot hungry dick around inside me, lover. I want it, I want you, I want that big prick slicing in and out of me, I just won't take no for an answer, fuck me, fuck me, push that razor-like stick inside me."
Wendel was immediately spurred on by Alice's sexy tones. His powerful frame moved in and out quickly, ramming his hot spear-like swollen dagger into the deepest reaches of her moist red vaginal walls. Her body flipped and slid as the huge rod pushed stiffly inside her.
"Feed him that vagina, lover, keep shoving that cute ass out to meet him," Bryon encouraged.
As for Bryon, he was jerking up and down on his stiff pecker as he watched the torrid action in front of him. It was making him all the more eager to jump on Alice, once that Wendel was finished, and give her a hot ride of his own.
"I'm really glad I decided to watch this," Byron laughed. "What a great experience watching a fuck like this! It's really something. Pour that pecker meat into her, Wendel old boy, keep that fucking, old boy, go after her, doggy boy, fuck her, keep slamming that prick into her."
Wendel, thoroughly gratified by the praise he received from all quarters, lunged back and forth several more times, pushing himself toward the big moment of truth.
"Oh, spill those juices in me, I want it, I want it, shoot your juices in me," Alice said.
Several seconds later Wendel erupted.
"Damned, look at all that juice," Bryon said with amazement, suddenly bringing his jerking movements to a halt.
The German Shepherd creamed inside her nest, after which he wore a contented look and appreciatively licked his mistress' cunt for a few seconds.
"Now I've got to get my rocks off," Bryon reminded Alice.
"No time like the present."
"I'm burning up," Byron admitted.
"Okay, down, down, boy," Alice called out to Wendel.
Wendel got down from the bed, curling up in a corner of the room and lying down.
"Let me at that meat," Alice said, grabbling ahold of his inflated cock and tugging at it several times in rapid succession with her aroused fingers.
"You gonna give me a hose job?" he asked.
"Yeah, you're gonna spill that cream in my mouth."
"That's the girl," he patted her head. "Go down on me."
Her fingers toyed with his inflated scrotum, while her tongue began tackling the wondrous glories of his huge dick. The tempo built swiftly.
"Damned but you can suck, oh, you keep that up and you'll be bringing me off in seconds," he praised. "Keep on sucking, suck me off. We're gonna make a great family, we are. We're a dynamic trio, an unbeatable one. Just Alice and me, and baby Wendel makes three. Yeah, our own blue heaven."
As Wendel's name was called his eyes looked up alertly and he scratched his left ear. He was very much a part of family plans, especially where Alice was concerned.
