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Nonetheless, author Roger Grey depicts herein, with brilliant clarity, the interaction of his two main characters with the licentious club-owner, the club-owner's secretary, and the catalytic pit-boss into a social commentary of extreme importance given the current continuing emphasis on occupational "success" at any price. That such happenings are an almost daily occurrence can be documented for the price of a newspaper.
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-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Lloyd Duncan sat in the Circus Room of Hugh Warren's Big Top casino drinking double Scotch's. He gulped them down almost as fast as they came, each sending a shudder up his backbone... or what was left of it. He had a pretty good idea what it was Hugh Warren was going to say to him; "Big Joe" Meyer had been fairly lucid on that point when he said he'd talk to the boss about Lloyd's taking his place as pit boss when he moved up to the new place in Tahoe. Still, he only wished he had enough balls to just get up and walk out right then and there... job or no job. But, no, lily-livered coward that he was, he would sit right where he was at until Big Joe came to tell him it was alright to see the boss. The promotion meant a lot to him... Terri would just have to understand.
But God, just the idea of that fat-assed con artist, Hugh Warren, putting his dirty skimming hands on his bride of two months was enough to make the young husband go pale. Dear sweet Terri, eighteen years old this month, not even old enough to get in the club, for God's sake. Jesus, he might even make her suck his cock!
Things seemed to slant slightly askew as Lloyd stared at the world through the bottom of his fourth glass of Scotch, and he tried to console himself with what Big Joe had told him about it just being a one time deal, anyway... sort of like it was a hobby of the boss' or something to take the brides of his younger employee's to bed. Still, it was precious little consolation to the disconsolate husband of twenty-six; he could practically count every time they'd made love in the past eight weeks... and he'd been the first!
"Hiya, kid! Ain't interrupting anything, am I?"
Lloyd flinched at the deep-pitched voice of his immediate supervisor and started to spin around on his barstool to face him, but the mammoth hand on his shoulder helped him decide to settle for looking at the reflection in the mirror behind the bar. "Hi, Big Joe," he smiled sheepishly. "Wanna sit down an' have a drink with me?"
Joe Meyer could tell by the kid's voice that he was about two sheets to the wind already. "Ain't got time, kid," he smiled, tightening the grip on Lloyd's shoulder. "Neither do you."
If Lloyd Duncan had been drinking a gibson, he would have choked on the cocktail onion. "M-Mr. Warren's ready to see me now?" he slurred.
Big Joe's bearish head bobbed up and down in the affirmative.
* * *
In the kitchen of her tiny Reno apartment, Terri Duncan puttered over dinner, adding this and that to the spaghetti sauce, and still undecided about which green vegetable she should serve. With Lloyd working the day shift, it was almost like he had a "regular" job, and she wanted everything to be just perfect. Not that she minded his job; in fact it was completely the opposite. She found the idea of being married to a croupier de roulette romantic in the extreme... certainly a far cry from the coal miner she might have married if she'd gone back to Punxatawny, Pennsylvania with her parents.
Golly, it hardly seemed possible that she and Lloyd had been married for nearly two months already; it seemed like just yesterday that she'd arrived in Nevada for a Lake Tahoe vacation with her folks. Who'd ever have dreamed that after only two weeks she'd wind up marrying the first guy who'd asked since high school... no matter how devilishly handsome he was!
The young brunette housewife had only to close her lovely gray eyes to remember their first encounter, and to recall that for both of them it had been love at first sight.
It was an early day in April, and the buds on the few flowering trees that shared the lakefront with the towering ponderosa pines were already in bloom. The sun had been so strong, the temperature so high, that she'd felt all the cells of her body slowly lose their tension, relaxing after the long and arduous Eastern winter.
She carried her light cotton jacket draped over one arm as she walked jauntily along, allowing her naked white shoulders to soak up the hot sun. Oh, she felt marvelous! Sun, crisp mountain air, a tiny little village to explore with its quaint little shops of felt and chains and leather, vying for attention with the placid daylight facades of some of the world's most glamorous gaming establishments... she just knew it was going to be a marvelous vacation!
It was then that she noticed that someone seemed to be following her and she stepped up her pace. He was a young man, and a handsome one at that, but one could never tell, could one?
"Excuse me, Miss," the calm sure voice spoke abruptly behind her, "did you drop this?"
Without breaking stride, Terri tossed a quick glance over her shoulder and saw that he was holding out a green twenty-dollar chip. "It's not mine!" she snapped.
"I'm not even twenty-one!"
"Oh... Well then, it looks like we've found ourselves a bonanza, pretty lady... How 'bout lunch?"
Terri stopped and turned to squarely face the persistent young man who was soon to become her husband. "Are you trying to pick me up!" she demanded coolly.
Lloyd dimpled famously. "Yes," he said.
Terri could feel her heart melting instantly against the onslaught of the young croupier's devastating smile. "W-Why me?" she softened. "I'm sure there are plenty of girls of age around here for you to attack."
"Yes, that's right," he admitted. "But I'm not a vulture if that's what you�_""
"It's not, as a matter of fact... I was thinking more in terms of wolf!"
Lloyd's handsome smile remained unbroken. "How 'bout lunch, anyway?... It'll give you something to tell the girls back in Punxatawny... I'm a professional gambler, you know." He stated his case simply, without a hint of brag in his tone of voice.
"H-How do you know where I come from?"
"Oh, that! I know the desk clerk at the Tahoe Pines, where you're staying... I saw you this morning in the lobby and thought it was worth a try."
Terri was oddly flattered that he had taken the time to find out about her, but her guard was decidedly still up. "Do you do that often?" she queried. "I mean, hang around hotel lobbys trying to pick up underage girls?"
"No, this is the first time."
"I'll bet!"
"How 'bout lunch...?"
Needless to say, she had lunch with him... and a date later that same evening... and a proposal within the week over the heartiest objections of her mother and pharmacist father.
Green Beans!
Terri rifled the cupboards for a can of green beans and, finding none, took off her apron and draped it over the back of a kitchen chair. She had just enough time to run down to Safeway before Lloyd got home. Thank God he was working a little late tonight!
* * *
"Y-You mean you want me to let you have my wife, Terri?" the young husband stammered as if he'd just now fully understood the arrangement.
"That's the price of your promotion, Floyd boy�_""
"Lloyd."
"That's the price, Lloyd... There's a lot of guys with more seniority than you got around here that should get that job, y' know... Don't you young punks know better'n to look a gift horse in the mouth?"
Lloyd felt slightly nauseous, a mixture of the rapidly ingested liquor in the bar, and the disgusting sight of his obese employer sitting there with his feet propped up on his desk, an enormous half-chewed black cigar planted in his liverish sixty-year-old lips. "But how...?" he managed.
Hugh Warren flicked an imaginary ash off the lapel of his tailored pinstriped suit as if that were the most important consideration of the moment. Then, staring blankly at the ceiling, "Floyd, kid, you just get her out to my place for the weekend, and I'll take care of the rest of it."
"B-But what'll I tell her for Christ's sake?"
"Tell her my maid's sick or something, and I told you to ask her to help out 'cause I got some important people coming... That's the way we worked it out with Lynda Fletcher and it worked like a charm... Best cocksucker in the State of Nevada, even if I did break her in."
Like a speeded-up movie, all kinds of lewdly obscene pictures started running through the young husband's brain as he thought of Hugh Warren running his pudgy thick-fingered hands all over Terri's naked body, touching her softly rounded breasts and flaring hips, putting his filthy hot penis between her slender white legs.
"Of course the whole thing'll depend on what she looks like," Warren interjected. "I only got Joe Meyer's word to go on, so you better fix it up to take her out to dinner at the Golden Empress tomorrow night so's I can get a look at her."
Lloyd swallowed dryly. "I-If I agree, Terri won't get hurt?" His voice was trembling as if it were about to crack.
"Naw, I ain't no goddamn pervert," the lewd fat man cackled gamely, a diamond-studded pinky absent-mindedly finding its way up one hairy nostril. "I've had a lot of practice breaking in these young tricks... She'll be suckin' and fuckin' to beat the band when I get through with her!"
Lloyd opened his mouth to reluctantly agree, but nothing came out so he settled for shaking his head.
"Good boy, Floyd!" Warren brightened as he got to his feet and extended his beefy paw across the massive desk. "Now, don't forget, tomorrow at eight, Golden Empress...!"
As Lloyd unsteadily found his feet and accepted his employer's hand, he couldn't help but notice the enormous bulge in the fat man's slacks, and the spreading stain of semen where the head of his erection should be. Jesus, he thought, nobody could have a cock that size!
CHAPTER TWO
Lloyd Duncan dabbed the last vestiges of spaghetti from his mouth with the corner of his napkin and sat back in slothful contemplation of the meal he'd just consumed. "That was really good, babe," he complimented. "In fact, it was so damn good I think I'll take you out to eat tomorrow night as a reward... Maybe even the Golden Empress."
"Really!" Terri exploded. "Oh, darling, that'd be just fab... We haven't been out to dinner in such a long time!"
"Actually," Lloyd continued, laying his napkin aside and reaching for a cigarette, "you might call it sort of an early celebration...." he let his voice tag off on a trail of smokey promise.
"A celebration? What celebration, Lloyd?"
"You may be looking at the new pit boss at the Big Top."
"Oh, darling... really?"
Lloyd nodded. "Real strong possibility, baby... Just as soon as Big Joe Meyer moves up to the new place this fall."
"That would mean a raise, wouldn't it, Lloyd?"
"How's twice as much as I'm making now sound to you?"
"Sounds like a lot, Lloyd... Golly, we could buy that house in Sparks and�_""
"Whoa! I told you it was a real strong possibility, hon... We'd better not spend the money yet."
"Yeah, sure, Lloyd... Gee, I love that house."
Lloyd couldn't help but smile. Hell, he thought, maybe it won't be so bad, after all... So she has to suck Warren's cock to earn the house of her dreams... Shit, she might even enjoy herself! Suddenly, the thought of his obese employer sticking that giant prick of his into his virginal young wife caused his own long penis to jerk in his pants. Hell, it won't hurt Terri to be nice to the boss, he rationalized. Maybe that's what they mean about a good woman standing behind every successful man.
Terri got to her feet and started to clear away the supper dishes then, and Loyd's suddenly sparkling eyes followed her every move. Sweet Jesus, it looked like those big balloon titties of hers were going to pop right through the thin cotton material of her housedress at any given second!
His lecherous eyes trailed down to her tiny handspan waist, lingered there for a second, then dropped to the flaring heart-shaped moons of her pert little ass. Idly, he wondered if his sixty-year-old boss would screw her there too. "Fuck the dishes, honey," he suddenly heard himself saying. "Let's go to bed!"
Terri was half-smiling when she turned to face her handsome croupier husband, her cheeks instantly flushing an embarrassing shade of pink. "Lloyd!" she reprimanded. "Your language!"
What a fucking paradox the bitch is, Lloyd smiled sheepishly. That goddam dress just barely covering her ass, them foxy white legs propped six inches off the floor on them goddam "fuck me" platforms...."Sorry, babe."
Suddenly, Terri was reaching behind her tiny waist to undo the sash of her apron. "See, darling," she cooed, "you can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar!"
Before Lloyd could even calculate an appropriate response, he was on his feet and scooping her up in his arms enroute to their tiny bedroom. Silently, even as she snuggled her face into the crook of his neck, Terri prayed that tonight would be the night... that she'd actually... she'd actually... She was afraid to even think it, she'd come so close to orgasm so many times without making it.
In a rush, they were clawing at each other's clothing, stripping unpretentiously as they fell across the bed locked in lewd embrace. Their tongues met in a dance macabre of unveiled lust, and before she knew it, he had her pushed flat on her back and was centering the head of his swollen flesh at the entrance of her hungry young pussy.
"OOOhhh, Goddd!" she moaned as she stared up at the pleasure-stricken face of her lusty young husband. "Oh, yesss, darling... YESSS!"
Lloyd began to fill her nubile young cunt in long slow strokes, rhythmic lunges that fucked into her tight, yet eagerly yielding, vagina to greater and greater depths until, at last, she felt the rubbery tip of his penis brushing hotly against her cervix, his sperm-filled balls slapping resoundingly against the thin velvet crevice that parted the gentle slopes of her white buttocks. The curious mixture of pleasure and unexpected pain left her virtually breathless... somewhere between heaven and delicious hell. Oh, dear God, yes! she thought wildly. Let this be the night!
At first, from her tiny wailing gasps, Lloyd was afraid that he might have hurt her. But then, he felt her begin to writhe and squirm beneath him passionately, and he knew otherwise. Her delightfully clasping young cunt, as if it had a mind of its own, initiated a voracious muscular squeezing along the full length of his deeply burrowing prick, her succulent strawberry nipples crushing hotly against his muscular chest. The smooth flat plane of her belly pushed feverishly against him, while her thighs clamped at his waist as she worked her now hungrily accepting pussy up and down the full hardness of his flesh.
"Oh, Lloyd... Lloyd, darling... please don't stop... don't ever stop!" Terri pleaded as his aching rod of desire-hardened penile flesh soared into her quivering vaginal sheath and her head began to flail excitedly from side to side.
Lloyd saw the tiny teeth marks appear on her ripe lower lip, where she'd nibbled at it. Then, she was sucking and biting at his own probing tongue as he thrust it into her moaning mouth. He saw the thin film of perspiration beading on her forehead beneath the tangled wealth of her ebony tresses, and the way her neck was straining as low hums of passion-filled abandon poured from deep within her very soul. Man! He'd never seen his lovely little bride cut loose like this before! And., he wondered if the mention of his raise had anything to do with it. The lewd sight of her enchantingly naked body, writhing and bucking beneath him, spurred him viciously onward. She was his now... to fuck any way he chose!
Terri cried out beneath him, twisting suddenly to escape the abrupt and unexpected pain of his assault as he slipped his hands beneath the firm white cheeks of her smoothly rounded ass and pulled her tightly up to him. The vicious smacking of his heavy sperm-laden balls against her tiny puckered asshole echoed lewdly throughout the small bedroom.
"AAAaaauuurrrggghhh! D-Don't hurt me, Lloyd... please!" she choked brokenly.
But Lloyd hardly heard her as he plunged ever harder and deeper in his mounting passion, screwing his hammering pelvis tighter into her soft pussy. Then, to his utter surprise, Terri began to arch upwards with her velvet hips to meet him, matching his punishing lunges with some of her own. Her eyes were actually glassy with her unrestricted passion as she suddenly raised them both inches off the bed in wild untamed cadence to her incessant moans beneath him, opening and closing her legs, scissor-like, high above his head.
Insanely, Lloyd fucked into her, cupping her naked trembling loins tighter and tighter against his pelvis and feeling her draw back her thighs until she was nearly bent double, her knees touching the sensitive erect tips of her nipples, causing her voluptuously milking cunt to flower open yet wider to receive him.
Terri tossed her head in mind-boggling bliss, the momentary twinges of pain she had known quickly giving way to the pleasure Lloyd was bringing her enraptured body. Her smooth firm thighs and buttocks quivered and twitched on either side of his virile young body, and her tongue slithered in and out of his receptive mouth in lewd parody of the actions below. There had never been anything to equal the pleasure she was enjoying this night!
"OOOooohhh! Harder?' she urged in a voice that was positively ragged with lust. "Please do it harder!"
Lloyd gaped down at her in a mixture of incredulity and utter amazement; her almost-frenzied licentious performance firing him wildly. God, if she performed half this well for Hugh Warren, he'd wind up a full partner! Half-a-dozen times already, he'd been barely able to hold back, to stave off the inevitable, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to do it again... that he'd collapse if he didn't find release soon, he stared downward to where his lead heavy cock was plummeting furiously in and out of his bride's hot little pussy, concentrating on the satin feel of the tight pink folds of raw flesh that clasped and clung to his meat as he thrust into her with lightning force. Oh, sweet Jesus, it was just too much!
In one last desperate effort, he attempted to step up the pace and deepen his stokes as Terri writhed frantically under him, grinding up and down his almost-bursting cock with an incredible fury, her long white legs jerking out of control, her toes curled under as she arched her back still higher. Lloyd pounded furiously, pressing his hands behind her knees and forcing them back hard until her head was enframed by them, lifting the plane of her naked cunt until it was wide open to his almost inhuman battering of her hopelessly exposed flesh.
"Oh, that's it, Lloyd darling... like that, LIKE THAT!" she cried, her mouth gone slack, her eyes rolling insanely in her lovely head. "Don't stop! My God, don't stop, darling!" she gasped, her angelic innocent face bearing only the slightest resemblance to the girl he knew and loved, her wild passion warping her features into a sensuously depraved mask of obscene lust.
"OOOooohhh... don't stop, Lloyd... no! Harder! Do it harder! Fuck me, darling... fuck me...!"
Lloyd's senses were a mass of confused lust, and he needed only to hear the lewd four-letter word tumble wantonly from Terri's lips to peak him. Whatever else she had said he hardly heard, but it didn't matter! His aching, screaming cock was going to shatter into a million pieces any second now! His balls would shatter like dropped crystal, splattering the walls of the room! He wanted to wail out as he ground hard into her rhythmically sucking young cunt in his efforts to penetrate the furthest sanctuary of her deliciously grinding belly! He watched her perspiring breasts heave and quiver beneath his brutal hammering... even saw their thick pink nipples distend as she flailed her head madly from side to side... and then it tripped! He was cumming... like an artesian well!
An odd expression contorted Terri's pixyish features. She felt the jerking and expanding of his sperm-laden cock and realized its meaning! He was going to cum! And, leave her unfulfilled again! How many times had he left her like this? How many, many times?"
"No!... Please NOOOOOOOO!... Not yet, Lloyd! Don't cum yet, LLOYD!" she begged, jamming her voraciously sucking cunt against the thundering, thrusting rod of his flesh as if to try to stop the unstoppable. "Wait for me!"
Lloyd wanted to hold back for her, but it was too late! The hot stream had already begun to charge the length of his cock, his throbbing balls pumping sporadically like some welltooled mechanism extracting oil from the bowels of the earth. He... she... both felt it spurt into her, he from the tip of his exploding cock... she, as the blood inflated head expanded and contracted, squirting its thick hot sperm like a jet of scalding cream against the walls of her desperately clasping vagina.
Terri screamed again and again. "No... no... my God, nooo!"
But her handsome young husband was too far above her at that moment, and though he heard her cries, he knew he could do nothing but revel in the delight of his hot sperm racing the full length of his cock as its stimulating ecstasy wracked his muscular frame.
And then, it was over. Unashamedly, the young housewife sobbed out her desperate frustration as-his rapidly deflating prick grew soft and slipped from her cum-filled pussy and he fell back in confused disgust with himself, his cheeks flushed, his mouth slack.
"Damnit, Terri... Baby, I'm sorry... honest I am, but I couldn't help myself!" he whined weakly, scarcely able to look at her. "I really tried to hold back, you believe me, don't you?"
Terri said nothing as she fought to regain control of her ragged emotions and quell the raging inferno of sensations that were tingling wildly in her unsatisfied loins. In all truth, she knew he'd done his best... and that it really wasn't his fault if she had such a hard time cumming. She looked at him, sitting there so dejected and ashamed, blaming himself for what she wondered wasn't her own inadequacy, and a feeling of warm compassion and love surged through her.
"I-It's alright, Lloyd," she whispered reassuringly, "I'll make it next time for sure!"
Yet even as he climbed out of bed and padded off toward the kitchen to get himself a beer, she wondered.
CHAPTER THREE
Lloyd and Terri Duncan stepped past the headwaiter holding there velvet rope, then waited for him to lead them to their table. Lloyd was waiting to see the look of surprise on her face when they were shown to the small circle surrounding the spotlighted stage where the floor show would be. It had cost him an extra twenty dollars to get it but, all considered, it was worth it.
As Terri wound through the narrow lanes among the other diners, Lloyd couldn't help noticing the envious looks he received from most of the men. He smiled secretly to himself as he watched his young wife's sensuous walk ahead of him. Terri wasn't as tall and long-legged as she looked in the form-fitting white mini-dress he'd made her wear, and his insistence on the upswept black hair-do accented the effect even more. He enjoyed the way her tautly rounded buttocks undulated smoothly under the white satin material. Her waist was so narrow and wasp-like that he could encircle it with his hands, but her gently curving hips flared out enticingly to the sides.
When they reached the table, she turned to face him as the Chinese waiter in his red dinner jacket pulled the chair out for her. She had refused to go out with her husband in the low-cut top he had wanted her to wear, and she had altered it so that only the tantalizing promise of her firmly ripened breasts was visible. Even so, he thought as she sat down with a slightly surprised expression on her lovely face, she's easily the most exciting woman in the place.
Pleased though she was at being the center of so much attention in the expensive supper club, Terri nevertheless found herself worrying about how much the evening was going to cost. Just to get to the front table must have set Lloyd back five dollars, she figured.
The waiter brought them a brace of Black Russians and left them the menu. Before Lloyd could even pick it up to look, she glanced at the prices down the side, and her heart skipped a beat. She tried to smile at him when he raised his glass and put his left hand over hers in a gesture of continuing devotion, but she couldn't bring herself to answer his beaming happiness with full conviction... not at these prices.
Lloyd became aware of her faltering hesitation and he leaned over the table with a look of concern on his face. "What's the matter, honey?" he asked. "Don't you like Chinese food?"
Immediately, Terri felt guilty for being such a wet blanket. Lloyd was just trying to please her, after all... and there was the possibility of the raise. "Sure I do, darling," she brightened. "Chop suey's one of my favorite things!"
She suddenly felt better and downed the rest of her drink with him. The glasses were whisked away silently almost before she had set hers on the table, and she glanced meaningfully at the menu lying on the table, hoping Lloyd would take the hint and order the food soon. Another Black Russian would make four drinks in a little over an hour, and already she could feel her head beginning to spin. Besides, she knew even though Lloyd prided himself on his capacity for drink, he often was obnoxiously drunk before he knew it was happening, and she didn't want him to embarrass her in the Golden Empress of all places!
She saw with relief that he had taken the hint and was looking over the menu with great care as he tried to decide what they should have. The young housewife took the opportunity to take a good look at the man she'd so recently married. He was twenty-six, with a face that seemed even more boyishly handsome than it had when they'd first met, and his thick brown hair, cut stylishly in the new "shorter" style for men, barely covered his ears at the sides, and the tip of his shirt collar in back. God he was handsome, she thought proudly, and so "In" looking in the wide lapels of his vested sky-blue suit.
"What say we start with almond chicken, moo goo gai pan, and�_""
"Chop suey?" Terri queried hopefully.
Lloyd nodded indulgently. "And maybe some sweet and sour pork?"
"Sounds yummy, darling!"
He was looking at her with those warmly expressive eyes of his, his perfect white teeth flashing in a broad and easy smile. "I would've suggested crab, but I know how you'd feel about scooping it out of the shell," he teased in reference to her innate squeamishness. "It may not come up to Jack-In-The-Box, but it's amazing what the Chinese can do with all that crabgrass and stuff."
Lloyd didn't seem to notice her nervous mood as he took a long healthy swallow of his freshened drink. Terri sipped hers carefully, not wanting to get so tipsy that she couldn't enjoy the food when it finally arrived. Already, she was feeling a little lightheaded and drowsy, and she had no intention of complicating matters by draining her glass quickly and giving her incorrigible young husband an excuse to order up another round.
"Here's to the future, honey," he suddenly announced as he raised his glass in toast, "may it be as bright as your eyes are tonight!"
Terri accepted the toast with a gracious, "Thank you, darling," even though she felt her eyes were anything but bright at the moment... like maybe "glassy" would've been a better word.
Dinner was delivered with surprising haste considering the size of the evening's crowd, and as Lloyd dug heartily into the food on his plate, Terri glanced around at her surroundings for the first time since they'd entered the place. It really was an impressive establishment, she was forced to admit, and she supposed she was just being silly about the money; it wasn't like they went out to eat every night of the week, for heaven's sake. She let her eyes wander from one spotlighted table to another, without obviously staring at any of the chic and polished women who somehow managed to make her feel a little dowdy, even though her husband had assured her she was the prettiest woman in the place. Then, she looked across the circular separating expanse of the combination stage and dance floor, and suddenly realized that the man seated there in the smoke-filled haze had been fixing his attention on her for quite some time.
He seemed not to care that she had caught him with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar, continuing to stare in her direction with a lewdly suggestive smile playing over his rubbery thick lips. Terri felt herself blushing as she unconsciously returned his stare, just as she popped a forkful of almond chicken into her sensuously ovalled mouth... and saw the strange fat man lick his own ovaled lips in obvious relish over what she was doing.
The lewd expression on his pudgy white face embarrassed the young wife so much that she nearly choked on her food, and she was forced to gulp down a hearty swallow of her fifth Black Russian to keep from strangling. She tried to ignore him after that, but every time she put her fork in her mouth, she could sense that lizardlike tongue snaking out to wet those disgusting fat lips. She was used to men finding her attractive, to stare in appreciation even, but never, never had anyone ever appraised her in such a blatant display of obvious carnal interest. God, she felt like a side of beef in a butchers display case!
Oddly, she found herself wondering what the coppery-haired woman sitting next to him must be thinking. She looked about thirty-five, Terri surmised, and even though she had a beautifully striking face, it was made up with too much eye-shadow and pale lipstick to accentuate the softer highlights of the woman's rusty tresses. Somehow, the woman looked far harder and depraved than anyone her age should look, and Terri could see the outline of her ripely matured breasts under her tight black sheath. Indeed, she seemed just the sort of woman who would be with such a horrid fat man who had been staring at her... was still staring at her.
Abruptly, without a hint of warning, the redhead turned and looked directly over her naked shoulder at Terri. Caught by surprise, the young housewife saw that the hard-featured woman gave her a quick caustic appraisal before cocking her eyebrow insultingly and turning her back on her.
"What's the matter, honey?" Lloyd queried innocently. "You look like you just saw a ghost."
"That man!" she stammered brokenly. "That fat man across the dance floor... He's staring at me!"
"So? You're a pretty girl."
"He's not looking at me like I'm pretty, Lloyd... H-He's looking at me like I was naked!"
Lloyd turned and cast a quick glance over his shoulder. He knew perfectly well who Terri was talking about, but he had to play out his hand as carefully as possible. Getting Terri to go along with the plan was going to be difficult enough as it was. "That's just Hugh Warren," he shrugged with mock indifference, "my boss... He's probably just looking over here because he recognizes me."
"Who's that with him?"
"Oh, her?" Lloyd turned to look again. "That's Rita Collins, his secretary."
"Some secretary!"
Lloyd took another heart-soothing sip of his cocktail.
"Just ignore them, honey... Enjoy your dinner."
"Enjoy my dinner!" she stammered. "Lloyd, he's not staring at you; he's staring at me!"
"Okay, okay... I'll go have a word with him, alright!" He cursed himself again and again for falling prey to his weakness as he edged his way between the ring of closely packed tables and across the dance floor.
"Hi, Floyd," Warren said without smiling as Lloyd reached the table. "Enjoying your dinner?" He didn't offer to shake hands, to Lloyd's relief, and instead sat back in his chair, almost glaring up in his face. "You know Rita, I suppose?" he asked shrewdly, noticing Lloyd's glance sliding down her ripely enticing curves visible above the table.
"I've seen her, yes," the young dealer replied, slightly embarrassed by the cool, calculating gaze Warren's secretary was giving him, a suggestive little smile beginning to play at the corners of her full sensuous mouth.
"That the little wife?" the fat man asked, giving his head a little toss in Terri's direction. "Quiet a knockout. Why don't you ask her to join us?"
"Thanks anyway, Mr. Warren, but she asked me to speak to you about staring at her that way. She, uh, finds it a bit disconcerting," he explained lamely, not wanting to offend his powerful employer.
Hugh Warren suddenly changed his expression to one of anger, his complexion flushing an even more reddish color than before. He glowered across the dance floor for a long moment, his fists clenched tightly on the edge of the table, then he looked back at Lloyd, a harsh look of offended vanity clouding his expression.
"What the fuck is she, some kind of goddamn prima donna!" he snarled.
"It's just that she hasn't been around too much, Mr. Warren," Lloyd appeased quickly. "She doesn't mean anything by it... She's just shy, that's all."
Warren stared at him blankly for what seemed a long time, his piggish eyes reflecting the fact that his brain was busy weighing odds, calculating like the gambler he was. Then, he relaxed and snorted, "Them tits all hers?"
Lloyd's face flushed the color of the waiter's jacket. "Yeah, that's all her. Mr. Warren," he nodded.
"Go tell her I wanna dance with her when the band gets back from their break."
"But...." Lloyd started to protest, but found he lacked the courage.
"Good boy, Floyd... Now get your ass back to your table and tell that snotty little whore what I said!"
As Terri watched Lloyd crossing the dance floor, she could tell that something was troubling him. "Now you look like the one who's seen a ghost," she commented as he reclaimed his chair. "Is something wrong?"
Lloyd shrugged and motioned for the waiter to bring them another round of drinks. "They wanted us to join them, but I told them we had to leave pretty soon," he lied smoothly. "Whew!" Terri exhaled. "I'm glad you�_""
"Now, for the bad news," the treacherous young husband interrupted. "He... He made me promise we wouldn't leave 'til he had a dance with you."
"No!"
"I don't like it any better than you do, Terri, but�_""
"No!"
she repeated, shaking her head in emphasis. "Absolutely not!"
Lloyd studied her defiantly beautiful features for a few seconds before shrugging, "Well, eat hearty, kid... Tomorrow I may be looking for another job."
Terri felt her eyes brimming instantly. "He wouldn't do that... would he? I mean, just because I didn't dance with him?"
Lloyd studied her over the rim of his glass but said nothing.
"C-Couldn't you tell him I have a headache, or something?"
"Yeah, I could tell him that," Lloyd shoved his plate aside and reached for a cigarette. "And he could tell me, 'Sorry, kid, we don't need as many croupiers as we used to.'" Terri was flabbergasted. "But what about the promotion and the raise and everything?"
"It don't count for nothing if you insult the boss, babe... Love it or leave it."
Terri quickly downed the rest of her drink. "Okay," she sighed resignedly, "just one dance and then we go... promise?"
"Promise."
The next few minutes passed in total silence as they waited for the band to return from their break. Then, almost immediately, the frightened young brunette housewife could see the lewd fat man waddling cockily across the dance floor towards her. "Well," she sighed, getting to her feet, "here goes nothing!"
Out on the dance floor, Terri soon discovered her strength was no match for that of her husband's obnoxious employer. Hugh Warren held her so tightly against him that she couldn't breathe, her melonous half-naked breasts squashed nearly flat to his flabby chest, while below, to her utter mortification, his rapidly stiffening erection pressed firmly into the yielding softness of her abdomen through the thin material of her mini-dress. God, she couldn't even complain for fear of Lloyd's promotion!
"You're a real smooth dancer, kid," the lewd boss stated matter-of-factly. "If you're half this good in the sack, ol' Floyd's really got himself a honey!"
Terri nearly stumbled as the band seemed to fade away against the burning sensation in her ears. Indeed, she became momentarily aware only of the ragged breathing on her perfumed neck, and the length of his cock pressed hotly against the softness of her stomach. God, she couldn't believe the temerity of this man who was nearly old enough to be her grandfather!
"You got big tits, too," Warren added. "I like big tits."
Terri was never so relieved in her life as when the music finally stopped and the fat man ushered her reluctantly back to her husband at the table.
"What's the matter, honey," Lloyd queried needlessly as soon as Warren had wandered back to his own table. "You look as white as a sheet."
"I-I think I'm going to be sick, Lloyd," she gasped. "You want another drink?"
"I just want to go home, Lloyd... Now!"
On the way out the door, the young couple failed to note that Rita Collins' head was suddenly thrown back in outrageous peals of laughter over something Hugh Warren had just whispered in her lovely ear.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Take your time, Janis... just pretend I'm not even here!" Hugh Warren instructed the beautiful blond with a chuckle. "I'm gonna be working in here for a little while."
"Yes, Mr. Warren," Janis Holmes replied in her soft, shy voice, nodding sweetly as she bent down to dust a bookshelf a few feet away from where her new employer sat behind his massive teak desk.
His disturbing gaze seemed to bore right through the sheerness of her tiny black maid's uniform, and the young divorcee felt an icy tremor thrill up her spine. It was as if his lecherous little eyes were stripping her bare, and his assurance that she should pay no attention to him because he was "working," made her feel all the more uncomfortable in his presence. He wasn't working at all... just sitting there, leering at her... glancing up and down the length of her body with a strange sort of approval etched across his fat and ugly face! Her hand trembled predictably as she wiped along the tops of the row of books with her feather-duster, and she suddenly found herself unable to concentrate on what she was doing from one minute to the next.
Jesus, what an innocent-looking young bitch!
Warren thought to himself as he ogled his new maid's lush, girlish figure. Damn near as nice as that little black-haired slut I danced with last night at the Golden Empress! She was almost toylike, he mused, a foxy little twenty-two-year-old toy, with long platinum hair and big, fluttery sky-blue eyes. Man, he was glad now that he'd bought her that little outfit! It was a gauzy, see-through blouse and a kind of little girl's pinafore with a nipped-in waist and an abbreviated mini-skirt that accentuated every lovely inch of the girl's body, from the deep cleavage showing between her large white breasts, to the taper of her slender waist, to the softly rounded outward curve of her luscious hips sloping into her long smooth thighs and down to her calves and ankles. Jesus H. Christ, she was absolutely mouthwatering to look at!
Involuntarily, Warren sucked in his breath at the sight of Janis' sweet chasteness. There was no denying that there was something especially vulnerable about the girl, in that almost-naked expression on her face that made her look as if she required shielding from the world. She seemed so innocent, so untouched by the raw sophistication of a world famous haven for gamblers, whores, and toughs of every persuasion. But there was something else, too... something deeper and excitingly sensual that seemed to be just begging to be exploited to the fullest. Well, by God, he was just the man to do it! he gloated inwardly.
"Do you like it here, Janis?" Warren queried bluntly. "Oh, yes!" the little blonde answered quickly avoiding his piggish little eyes as she fought valiantly to control her discomfort around him. "I-I like it very much, Mr. Warren!"
"Do you like me, Janis?" he pressed pointedly as he continued to devour her lusciousness with his greedy eyes.
He couldn't get over her youthful smoothness, how unused and unmarred she was, even though he knew she'd been married for two years before she'd come to him looking for a job. "You didn't answer me," he repeated. "I asked you if you liked me!"
"I-I don't know what you mean, Mr. Warren," the blue-eyed lovely winced. Then, on second thought, "I mean, of course I do, Mr. Warren!"
"As a man, Janis...?"
Instantly, she saw the self-satisfied smirk on his round face as his eyes traced the contours of her throat to the tantalizing shadowed hollow between her full breasts. She hardly dared breathe, and wondered anxiously why he was putting her in such an awkward position by asking her a question that she obviously couldn't answer.
"Now, c'mon, Janis," the lewd man cackled gamely, "you understand plain English, don't you!"
"I... Yes... I mean, I understand English... It's just that�_""
"You honestly don't think I hired you 'cause of your abilities with a dust mop, do you!" As he studied her querulous face, he could feel the blood throbbing painfully into the large expanded head of his cock, and the tiny droplets of slippery clear seminal fluid that had already begun to seep in smearing contact against his beefy thigh. Then, surreptitiously, he opened the fly of his expensive gabardine slacks to ease the pain a little. "Don't look so gaddam nervous, Janis!" he reprimanded her. "This is the free enterprise system we're living in... If you don't like the job, you can quit!"
"But, I have to have this job!" she stammered, still pleading with her deep blue eyes. "You know I have a little girl to support!"
"That's right," Warren chuckled. "And the economy ain't so fuckin' hot right now, is it? I mean, if you walk out that goddam door, you may be months finding another job...." As he let his voice trail off on that sinister note, and with the massive teak desk shielding his actions, Warren slowly massaged the thick wealth of his foreskin back and forth over the slippery bulb of his cock. Then, as she glanced down at the floor in shameful horror, he slyly peeled back the flaps of his trouser front to fully release his hard thick penis.
"I, oh God, Mr. Warren... please." she whimpered. Don't make me do something awful. I can't... I can't!"
Warren's cock stood out in lewdly menacing erection under the top of the desk as he savored the thought of the obscenities to come, dwelling particularly on what a delectable sight it would be to see his stiff meat squirting out its load into Janis' sweet and innocent face, dribbling down over her bulging white titties, while she got down on her hands and knees before him!
"Sure you can, sweetie!" he offered.
Janis had never had a man talk to her that way before, not even her bastard of a first husband, and she was visibly shaken. But, that shock was mild compared to the one she felt as she watched her lecherous new employer get to his feet, his lewdly distended cock bulging out like a dripping crimson carrot from his milking fist. God, he was built like a horse down there!
"Well, Janis, what's it gonna be? Fuck or suck?"
"I-I can't, Mr. Warren," she lied pitifully. "It's... It's my period!"
"Suck," Warren answered his own question.
Any other time, she would have run like a frightened bunny to escape from such an indecent display of vulgar carnality, but now she was paralyzed, her feet rooted to the floor, oddly incapable of directing her bulging eyes from the penis poling out from the fat man's open fly. It was insane, hideously sinful... and she knew, sickeningly, that she had no real choice!
There was a glint of pleased amusement in Warren's lusty eyes when he saw the stunned expression on Janis' exquisite face. By God, look at her! the huge man smirked to himself as he moved ponderously around the corner of the desk. She's shaking so bad her tits are gonna pop right out of that dress!
"You might as well relax and enjoy yourself, baby!" he gloated as he stepped swiftly toward her, his pudgy fingers reaching out for her trembling breasts. "Don't?' she cried out in a sudden burst of courage. "Just because I've got Darla to think about doesn't mean I'm going to go to bed with you!"
With that, Janis suddenly struggled to escape his grasping fingers, but Warren had expected the effort and deftly hung onto her blouse so that it came away from her shoulders and slipped down over her arms. "Don't fight it, bitch!" he snapped sullenly.
She pulled frantically to get away from him, but his greater strength held her leaning forward in front of him, her firmly ripe breasts nakedly exposed from the blouse now lowered almost to her waist. Her arms were helplessly pinned to her sides by the sleeves of the garment, and she felt him wrap an arm tightly around her waist, forcing her body back against his. His free hand slipped around her naked shoulder, sliding across her midsection and rising to cup her right breast. He kneaded greedily at the resilient white mound in his palm, trapping the hardened sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised excitement from Janis' open lips. He pushed forward with his pelvis to wedge his covered hardness into the narrow crevice between her tightly clenched buttocks.
Then, the relentless employer crushed her ribs so tightly in his cruel embrace that she thought they would break, and he leaned back, forcing her feet up off the floor. She screamed loudly and kicked her knees up in front of her as he carried her with ease over to the crushed leather couch that dominated the far wall of the study. He was enjoying her vain attempts to resist, feeling her taut buttocks clenching and unclenching desperately around his hardness through the material of her skirt.
Finally, she had no more strength to continue the struggle, and she grew limp in his vice-like grasp, a warm and breathing rag doll, a play thing to be used in any way he wished. Her head hung forward with her chin on her chest, her long blonde hair falling away in cascades over her melonous white breasts.
"That's right, baby, you might as well give in," the fat man growled at her, his breath coming in short gasps from his effort. "Nobody's going to help you now!"
Without warning, Warren threw her forward onto the couch and fell on top of her. As he lay there with his heaviness pinning her to the cushions, he used the freedom this gave his hands to remove his slacks, yanking them from under his enormous body. Then, his hands reached down to the hem of Janis' skirt and slipped it slowly upwards between them, crumpling it in a tight ring around her waist.
Now, his distended hard cock was pressed right up into the naked warmth between her tautly squirming buttocks, its thin clear seminal fluid seeping out to make a wet trail on her creamy white ass-cheeks.
The helpless young maid jerked and moaned as she felt his probingly hot shaft come into contact with her naked buttocks from behind, and then she felt one of his hands trail a slow teasing path down her side and insinuate itself under her ruthlessly pinioned body to pinch at her quivering belly beneath. The fat man forced his pudgy searching fingers between her down-grinding belly and the leather-covered cushions until he could feel the thin curly tangle of pubic hair on the little mound at the base of her stomach. He played with it for a moment and then suddenly curled his hand down into the moist narrow slit up between her thighs, the nail of his extended middle finger scraping gently over the tiny bud of her hotly throbbing clitoris, sending chills of unwanted sensation thrilling through her body.
Janis felt a sudden surge of renewed energy to resist when his hand curled still farther into the juncture of her loins, parting the slightly moist lips of her pussy to teasingly snake its way inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks jangled through the struggling blonde's nerve-endings as she thrashed and twisted under the weight of the body above her. The rigid thickness of Warren's excited cock was now pressed deeper up into the sweat-moistened crevice between her ass-cheeks, throbbing as though it had a life of its own. Janis unconsciously ground back up against it in her panic, causing her tiny puckered anus to feel the direct contact of its bloated pulsing tip, and she flinched away from its hotness back down onto his hand. Warren began a gentle rocking motion forward against her ass, obscenely matching the rhythm with that of his finger fucking into her warmly encasing vagina below. He could feel the exciting swell of her shivering buttocks around his hotly probing cock and the wild sensation almost caused him to shoot his seething sperm over her squirming white flesh. But, he wasn't yet ready for that variation.
Pressing his flat palm hard into the small of her back to keep her from raising up, he pulled his other hand roughly out from under her thrashing resisting body and tangled his fingers, wet with her vaginal juices, in her hair. Holding her fast to the couch with the pressure of his hand, the sadistic grin on his face widening, he lifted her contorted face by the hair up off the cushions. At the same time he scrambled over her on his knees until his loins were aligned next to her face, thrusting forward to ram his thick turgid cock up against her tightly compressed lips.
Janis had her eyes clenched shut when she felt her mouth being forced open by something hard and rubbery pressing between her lips. She tightened the hinges of her jaws, but the force was relentless, and then she couldn't believe it when his lustfully swollen penis, thick and rounded at the bloated tip, slipped in between her teeth, intruding firmly until it was sunk deep in her gaping mouth. She was nearly choking on the hotly pulsing thickness, yet she pretended not to know what it was holding her teeth apart and forcing her tongue out of the way, but she couldn't ignore the insistent mouth-filling presence. She wanted to bite down hard but she was afraid the fat employer would hurt her if she did, and she thrashed with her shoulders to try to break away.
Warren tightened his fingers in her blonde hair and shoved down harder with his other hand until it seemed he would snap her spine, his lewdly throbbing cock pushing in all the way to the very entrance of her throat. He started stroking in and out of her face, looking down to enjoy the clasping oval her unwilling lips made around his thickly rigid shaft. The hot wetness of her saliva made him groan in ecstasy above her.
"Suck it, Janis baby... Use your tongue!" he commanded her with a gasp.
The harshness of his tone and the back-bending pressure of his hand caused the young maid to open her eyes wide in fright so that she could now see the bulging thickness of his rod skewering into her face, the mass of salt-and-pepper pubic hair actually touching the end of her nose as he pumped into her painfully filled mouth. Her neck twisted to one side was hurting so badly she thought she would faint, and secretly she hoped she would�_"to blot out the horror of what was happening to her.
It can't be, it can't be! she repeated over and over in her fear-clouded mind. But the incessant gagging pressure of the cock slipping in and out of her burning lips did not let up, and she responded to the tearing of his fingers in her hair by reluctantly sliding her moistly ministering tongue over the bulging vein on the underside of his shaft.
"That's it, baby," he groaned down at her, easing the grip of his fingers in her hair a little. "Suck it good, and I'll treat you nicer."
Then, he moved the base of his hand across the plane of her cheekbone to press down on her bulging cheek and increase the pleasure she was giving his obscenely impaling cock. She was grunting involuntarily with each inward stroke he made, increasing his sensations a hundredfold by the animal-like sounds she was making around his hotly pulsing shaft. Experimentally, the lustfully aroused gambling casino owner eased the pressure of his hand on her lower back, and when she automatically tried to buck her body up from the couch and escape his cruel impalement of her mouth, he slapped her back down hard, bringing a low groan of helpless agony from her lips locked around his mouth-fucking cock.
Again, slowly, he lifted his hand, and this time she did not make the attempt. He then brushed his now-free left hand over her trembling rounded buttocks and slipped his extended middle finger lightly along the clasping crevice between them. Without a word, he reached under her and loosened the gauzy blouse to pull it away. When it caught at her bent elbows, he jerked at it until she felt it would break her arm so that she reluctantly struggled to help him get it off. Finally, it came away, and then he uncovered her other arm, carelessly throwing it onto the floor beside the bed. Now, she was completely naked under his lewdly sadistic gaze, and she groaned again as he ran his fingers all over her exposed tingling flesh, pausing to tease for a moment at her tightly puckered anal ring.
"Don't think you can escape me now!" he warned her in a husky lust-thickened voice.
He watched her look up at his face with her terror-stricken blue eyes as if to say she had given up and whatever he wanted to do to her was unavoidable. Then, as he released his grip on her hair, she continued to swirl her tongue in servile acceptance around the tip of his smoothly pummeling cock. Warren reached down with both hands and, in one swift motion, flipped Janis over onto her back. His hard throbbing shaft remained firmly lodged in her succulent mouth as he moved over with her, straddling her face, his pudgy knees planted firmly on either side of her lovely blonde head, his eyes still locked on the prostrate nakedness of her lush young body.
He kept stroking his still-expanding rod in and out, leaning forward then to grasp with his hands under her knees and raise them up and out to the sides, obscenely exposing her narrow pink slit to his lascivious gaze. He felt the young maid's mouth hesitate momentarily on his cock as though she might resist this further assault on her defenseless body, and he immediately pressed his palms into the firm inner flesh of her thighs, spreading them farther apart and holding them there by sheer animal force. He dropped his head with a bestial growl of delight and began to lick at her now-open pussy. He could feel the softness of her fine pubic hair against his lips as he flicked his tongue along the full length of her well-spread channel with lingering delight..
Janis jerked from the sudden electric contact with her sensitive cuntal flesh, unexpected thrills of pleasure welling up uncontrollably inside her quivering white belly. Then, she felt Warren's extended fingertips stretching the wet outer flanges away from the glistening furrow of her inner softness, and his hot thick tongue driving excitedly through the tight elastic ring into her weeping sex. The sudden, searing joy emanating from his probing lingual digit caused her to involuntarily bite down and scrape her teeth over the velvety skin of the rigidly throbbing member in her mouth, and he groaned in mixed pain and pleasure at the shock that spread to his semen-swollen testicles below.
Warren felt the response he had been waiting for when Janis slowly began to undulate beneath him, screwing her loins up tight against his sucking face. He thrust the pointed tip of his hot tongue as deep as he could into her expanding moistness, his liverish thick lips nibbling at the quivering outer folds of her pussy each time he drove his stiff oral member as far as it would go up inside her. Jesus, what a hot fucking bitch she's turned out to be! he mused in smug silence. I hope that little wife of Lloyd's turns out to be half this hot!
Janis felt like a cheap shameless whore. Here she was spread-eagled on her back under a man so fat and ugly she wouldn't have given him the time of day in public, his mouth performing indecent acts on her helpless vagina, his thick cock pumping relentlessly into her mouth... and she was enjoying every goddam second of it! She groaned heavily around the thrusting thickness of his cock in humiliation and debasement of the cutest sort, but she continued to suck him, increasing her efforts to give him pleasure without understanding why. In masochistic abandon, she began to rock her open loins up and down under the fat man's nose, grinding her quivering white buttocks lewdly into the couch cushions with each downward stroke, then arching boldly up again to meet the latest spearing thrust of his tongue. Her hips and thighs began to tremble uncontrollably at the wildly erotic feelings he was sending through her body, and she wished the whole world could suddenly see her squirming and thrashing like a madwoman, her naked legs kicking up in the air toward the ceiling and jerking insanely above her boss' ugly head.
The lecherous club-owner didn't hesitate, but shoved his head forward the necessary extra inch to burrow his tongue into her puckered anal rim above, bringing deep-throated groans from his startled young maid's chest. Then, he began to alternate between the twin orifices, until the thin ridge of smooth flesh between them was slippery with a mixture of her own prodigiously flowing juices and his saliva. He could tell from the way her straining belly was beginning to jerk beneath him that she was nearing climax, and he took his hands from her thighs and moved them up to her hips to grasp her lusciously rounded buttocks in his pudgy fingers, digging harshly into them with his grubby nails as he pulled her tighter up to his mouth.
He could feel her hotly quivering clitoris vibrate under his sucking lips like a tiny cock of its own, about to ejaculate into his mouth. And then, her cum-juices began to flood out copiously over his fucking tongue and she moaned and grunted her heartfelt release around his pistoning penis.
Janis Holmes was sucking with complete abandon now, almost out of gratitude for the intense pleasure her lecherous employer had forced upon her. Her hands, which had been lying loosely on the couch beside their obscenely coupled bodies, suddenly took on a life of their own as they reached up to play over Warren's pumping and hollowing ass, instinctively dropping down to massage his beefy balls and the base of his prick until the obese man could hold back no longer.
Warren increased the speed and power of his thrusts into the young maid's mouth until it seemed to her that she would surely choke on his stiffly poling cock. Then, he felt the hot load of his cum boil up out of his balls and began to spurt in endless streams into her repeatedly swallowing throat. On and on came the wild gushes of thick white sperm spewing hotly into Janis' throat, making her head bob up and down as she struggled to keep from choking on it, the burning liquor searing all the way down into her belly.
Finally, with one final jerking spasm, it was over, and his deflated cock began to slip softly from her mouth as he fell to his side on the couch. Yessir, he thought, I just may include this little rabbit in my plans for the weekend.
CHAPTER FIVE
Terri Duncan stared unseeingly ahead at the flickering images on the screen. The television was flickering soundlessly... she had turned it down because she couldn't stand the noise. She had had two rum-cokes already and felt she could do with a third, but she had the beginnings of a nagging headache and she was afraid another drink would only aggravate the situation.
It was already ten o'clock and the pretty brunette hadn't heard a word from Lloyd. Anger and resentment had faded to worry, and even now, worry was abating and she was beginning to feel infuriated again. Surely if anything had happened to her husband the police or someone would have gotten in touch with her. She thought of the beautiful ham she had prepared with a special honey sauce. Now it was hard and dry in the oven and the sauce was reduced to less than half its original amount. Where is he? she kept asking herself. He should've been home hours ago!
A shiver of apprehension curdled through her and she wondered again if she should call the cops. Maybe even now, Lloyd was lying hurt somewhere, in a hospital, or worse still, maybe even...
Her straining ears caught the familiar sound of their three-year-old Camaro turning into the apartment parking lot. Oh, thank God he's home!
Still concerned, she waited at the front door until he entered.
"Lloyd, is everything all right?" she called as he brushed past her.
"Why the hell shouldn't everything be all right!" he snapped in response.
The rough reply stung Terri like a whiplash. Her concern faded and was immediately replaced with cold seething anger. He sounded as if... as if he were drunk!
A spasm of guilt convulsed Lloyd when he saw his little bride standing there and heard the concern in her voice. But he couldn't stop himself from making his cruel retort. It was as if, fortified by the booze, he was blaming her for his problems. He was sure she'd be furious with him for being late�_"she had every right to be�_"and he had no excuse whatsoever. He certainly couldn't tell her outright what he'd been up to. Misery and guilt had consumed him as he sped home, hoping that the cops wouldn't come his way. He'd had far too many drinks at the club and his head was feeling rotten, not to mention his wallet. Christ, he must have blown about thirty dollars on their goddamn second-rate drinks. What a stupid ass I am! he kept telling himself as he bleakly considered just how he was supposed to tell Terri she was supposed to spend the weekend at Hugh Warren's. It was that that had set off the round of drinking in the first place.
When she'd opened the door, he had been prepared for anger, abuse, a tantrum. But not for concern and worry. Now he'd blown it completely with his crude answer.
"You heartless bastard!" Terri screamed vehemently, not caring which of her neighbors might be listening. "How dare you come home at this hour of the night and in a state like this?"
Her gray eyes were blazing, her rage registered plainly on her anger-distorted face. Lloyd pushed his way past her and walked into the living room.
"You gotta right to talk!" he slurred defensively, "screaming like a witch at the front door... What'll the neighbors think?"
"I don't care what the neighbors think, Lloyd, and apparently, neither do you."
"Mind your own fucking business! I'm a free agent... I don't have to report my comings and goings to you! You're not my keeper!"
"No, I'm just your wife!... I've got a right to know where you've been. I've been worried sick about you and all the time you've been boozing it up in some sleazy dive!"
"Horseshit!"
"Wha...!"
"Horseshit," he repeated. "I'm not going to stand here and argue about... especially since you damn near cost me my job last night by snubbing my boss!"
"Me!" she blurted. "I went out there and danced with that dirty ol' man, not you!... You didn't have his big fat penis poking you in the stomach while�_"" It was then that he hit her.
It was a reflex action and Lloyd didn't know what he was doing until he saw Terri reeling backwards on the sofa. But he just couldn't take her jeering any longer.
Terri stared at him with hate in her eyes, her jaw and cheek stinging from his blow. She knew she shouldn't have said those things to him, but they were true. Sure, that had been part of his attraction for her initially... his boyish good looks and his youthful enthusiasm for everything. But sometimes... if only he were a little more mature. Now she had spoken her mind for the first time since they'd been married, and look what happened!
"Honey, I'm sorry. I guess I lost my head."
"Stay away from me!" she hissed venomously, cowering away from him. Lloyd could feel the hatred emanating from her body and it kindled something cruel and implacable inside him. His eyes narrowed and a dull angry flush suffused his cheeks. He'd had enough. Terri had told him what she really thought of him and now she was acting as if he was dirt!
"Okay, I've had enough of your little game. Just because I'm a little late for goddam supper�_""
"A little late!" she blurted. "Go take a look at that mess in the oven, 'a little late'!"
"Shut up and get me a beer."
"What!"
"I said, 'shut up and get me a beer,' goddam it!"
"Get it yourself, Lloyd!... I'm not your slave!"
Infuriated beyond control, the drunken young husband sprang at his bride of two months like a cat, grabbing her lustrous black hair as if he were about to pull it out by its roots and forcing her face towards him. "Listen, you stuck-up little shit, you think you can talk to me like I was a goddam clown or something? And treat my boss, your bread and butter, like he was filth?... Well, I got news for you, Terri baby; you're gonna learn to be a proper wife come hell or high water... starting this weekend!"
Terri's gray eyes widened in terror. "W-What do you mean, 'starting this weekend'?"
"I mean, Hugh Warren's maid took sick, and he's got some important people coming from back East, and I said you'd be happy to fill in for her!"
Terri was dumbfounded. "Y-You said that...? Without even asking me how I felt about it...?"
"That's right, baby," Lloyd huffed indignantly. "It's about time we got it straight about who's wearing the pants in this family."
"I won't do it," she whimpered.
"What!" he demanded, tightening his already painful grip on her hair.
"I said I won't do it, Lloyd!" she snapped defiantly. "Not after the way he acted at the Golden Empress... I-I don't care if you ever get a promotion, if that's the way�_"" Suddenly, his hand shot out again to cut her off in mid-sentence. "Listen, little Miss just-turned-eighteen, I'll tell you the way things are going to be around here, and I don't want no goddam sass out of you, either!" Then, he was jerking her roughly to her feet by the hair. "Now, get them goddam clothes off and be quick about it!"
"Y-You're crazy, Lloyd!" she spat in a last gesture of defiance. "You... You need help!"
"I'll show you who needs help," he mocked cruelly, releasing her and reaching for the buckle of his belt to undo it. "Now, you gonna cooperate, or not!"
Too frightened now to do otherwise, the trembling teenage bride reached behind her back to undo the zipper there, her mother's last words to her just before the wedding echoing prophetically in her recent memory. "Terri Lynn O'Brian," her mother had said to her, "your father and I sure wish you'd forget this foolishness and come back to Punxatawny with us... No good can ever come of this marriage... You and that young man are from two different worlds; it'll only end in heartache...!"
With her flimsy cotton housedress now puddled at her feet, Terri stood there trembling in her white nylon brassiere and panties. Lloyd was so strangely silent that she didn't know what to do next... and he was staring at her so... evilly! "Well, bitch? Are you gonna take off the rest of it, or do I have to do it for you?"
Mortified beyond all understanding, Terri reached again behind her to unclasp the fastener to her bra, but something stopped her before she could complete her task. "Lloyd," she stated flatly, "you can go to hell!"
Instantly, almost as if he'd been expecting this last measure of reluctance on her part, Lloyd whipped the wide leather belt from his slacks and folded it menacingly in half. "Take off those bra and panties!" he snapped in final warning.
Terri shook her head violently, tears of rage streaming down her satin cheeks. "No!" she choked.
Lloyd's free hand shot out to her slender wrist then, twisting her easily around as he forced her arm painfully behind her back, the other hand raising the belt high in the air in a threatening gesture.
"Stop it, Lloyd," she whimpered, "you're hurting me!"
"I'll hurt you alright, bitch!" he spat, and suddenly the belt came down across the quivering nylon-covered globes of her beautiful dimpled buttocks.
"AAAuuuRRRgggHHH!" she screamed. "Don't Lloyd... please don't!"
The belt lashed out again to leave a faint crimson welt beneath the nylon panties. "You gonna cooperate, slut!" Terri said nothing, and he lashed out again and again. "Huh? I can't hear you, Terri...?"
"Y-Yesss!" she hissed through agony-clenched teeth. "I-I'll cooperate...." she let her voice trail off on a stream of tears as her lecherous young husband reluctantly released his grip on her painfully twisted arm.
Reluctantly, Terri unclasped her brassiere and let her fearfully heaving breasts swing free, and then she eased her brief panties down over her hips and long slender legs until she finally stood there naked before him. She couldn't bring herself to look at Lloyd. She felt more ashamed and humiliated than she had ever been in her life and she was awaiting with trepidation her drunken husband's next move.
"Well, why don't you get on with it?" Terri sighed resignedly, unable to bear the silence any longer.
"I can tell you're really looking forward to fucking," Lloyd snickered as he stumbled closer to her.
Terri cringed backwards, suddenly unable to stand the thought of his hands on her naked body.
"Come here, you fuckin' bitch... I'll show you who's boss around here!"
He pulled her roughly up against him and ground his mouth down on hers in a tight demanding kiss. Terri struggled wildly in his unwelcome embrace, her fists hammering against his hard-muscled chest.
"By God, I'll teach you!" he gasped as he flung her face downwards on the sofa. His pride had been mortally wounded and now his anger was uncontrollable. His only thought was to punish the woman who had humiliated him by puncturing his ego.
Terri's body was wracked with helpless sobs. Fear convulsed her and her heart was hammering in her chest. She knew that she ought to do something to placate him, but she couldn't bring herself to try it. Anyway it probably wouldn't work... it was too late for that! He was in an ugly unpredictable mood and a lot of it was her own fault. Oh God, why didn't I leave well enough alone?
Her heart nearly stopped when she felt his hard clawing hands on her body again. He kneaded her flesh roughly, running his hands along her sides and dropping to the smoothly rounded half-moons of her buttocks, pulling them crudely apart, straining the dark trembling crevice unbearably. His wife's moans of fear and pain only incensed him further, banishing any tenderness that was in danger of creeping into his drunken brain. A deep ache gnawed incessantly at his loins, and his cock felt as if it were on fire, and his testicles felt heavy and full.
His hands furiously kneaded her quivering flesh while his brain became more and more inflamed with lustful anger and lewd desire. Lewdly he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, all the way to her wetly shivering cunt, and she pulled back instinctively from his unwanted touch as his fingers tightened even harder on her quivering pussy flesh. "Keep still and take what's coming to you, goddamn it!" he snapped.
Terri saw him fumbling with the zipper of his fly and a surge of terror shuddered through her. Oh God, he's really going to go through with it... !
"Please, Lloyd, let's talk about it," she pleaded.
"It's too damn late for that."
Pulling out the throbbing length of his cock, the treacherous young husband guided it towards the cringing split between her satin-smooth ass-cheeks. The huge bulbous head was flushed purple with the suppressed blood of his lascivious desire, and as he trailed it along the moist dark crevice, a chill of forbidden pleasure lurched through his liquor-sodden body. His middle finger began the circle luridly around the crinkled hairless opening of her anus and his eyes bulged with perverted excitement as he stared at the tiny brown orifice. He began to prod at it, jabbing his finger against its rubbery resisting surface.
"Oh please stop that, Lloyd... don't do that," she begged, outraged by what he was doing to her.
But, her plea was like a green light to the drunken young husband, and without further hesitation he rammed his middle finger into the tightly clenched ring.
"Owww!... Please stop... pleeease!"
But Lloyd was oblivious to her cries as he screwed harder into the dark tight passage, feeling the ridged inner membrane closing in like a rubber band around his intruding finger. Desperately, Terri tried to wriggle her impaled buttocks free of his finger, but her every frantic movement only served to allow him deeper illicit entry into her forbidden depths. Shame surged through her, and her face crimsoned from the realization of what her husband was doing to her. He's gone crazy, she told herself again and again and it was her only consolation. Nothing else could explain his obscene gesture... something she had never dreamed he'd ever do to her.
Christ, she's really tight, Lloyd thought as he finally began to withdraw his finger from her virginal rectum. His cock was now pounding heavily, the surface flushed and quivering and little pinpricks of licentious pleasure were stabbing at his feverish flesh. His liquor-soaked brain urged him on to put into practice the salacious thoughts which were fermenting in his deepest consciousness and he was filled with uncontrollable bravado. All he wanted to do was subjugate his wife in the most debased way possible, to make her realize that she had underestimated him completely.
Terri crouched on the sofa in an agony of fear, the pain in her ravaged rectum burning throughout her loins. She didn't know what her husband intended to do to her... nameless imaginings tried to surface in her dazed brain, but she extinguished them. It was better not to think about anything, but just try to bear whatever humiliation he was bent on heaping on her. Then, once again she felt his hands crawling over her trembling buttocks and felt them being pulled and forced apart cruelly.
"Oh please, Lloyd, you're hurting me...." Her husband smiled sadistically, his lips drawn taut over his strong white teeth.
"You ain't felt nothing yet, baby!"
Terri's blood ran cold and her heart nearly stopped. What did he mean? What punishment had he yet in mind for her... ?
Then she felt the unmistakable contact of his hard spongy cock-head against her finger-spread asscheeks and a chill of paralyzing horror ran through her vulnerably pinioned body. Oh dead God, no, he can't be thinking of that... it isn't human... he'll hill me!
Lloyd positioned his massively swollen cock at the tiny shivering aperture of his wife's anus and he felt perversely exhilarated at the sight of the appalling difference in circumference. He flexed his hips forward in an exploratory nudging and he hear his defenseless wife whimper with new pain.
"Oh please don't, Lloyd... don't do this to me!"
"Quit whining, bitch... the time has come for you to pay for all your insults...."
"But please, darling, not this way."
"Why not this way? Getting fucked in the ass is the only way to deal with someone like you!"
Oh God, then he is going to do that... Oh, someone help me... he'll split me in two!
His eyes nearly popping out of his head with sadistic pleasure, the young husband tightened his savage grip on his wife's hips and surged forward with all the strength of his pent-up anger.
"AAAUUURRRGGGHHH... OH GOD, STOP!" Terri cried out as a sheet of blinding pain enveloped her. Desperately, she tried to pull her imprisoned buttocks down and away from the savage attack, but escape was impossible. She was a slavish victim to her husband's cruelty and there was nothing or nobody to save her from this awful outrage. She sobbed piteously as her husband thrust harder against her futilely resisting anus. Pain exploded in blinding bursts throughout her distorted body and she suddenly wished she could die, anything to be spared from this terrible crime that he was so wantonly perpetrating on her.
Lloyd's face was flushed from his exertions and he was beginning to think that he could never storm the barricade of her virginal asshole, but he couldn't admit defeat. Summoning up all his strength, he charge forward like a rampaging bull and finally succeeded in embedding his blood-bloated cock-head in the tight, clinging opening.
"Oh God, you're killing me! YOU'RE GOING TO SPLIT ME IN TWO!" Terri groaned as she felt her rectum cleaved by the ruthless penetration of Lloyd's lust-engorged cock.
"Quit fighting it, for Christ's sake!" he gasped between clenched teeth as he strove to insert more and more of his passion-hardened penis in her warm rubbery rectal depths. He hadn't realized it would be quite this difficult to fuck her in the ass. Still, he was glad he'd decided to, because he knew it was really hurting her, and it would amply pay her back for her insults and abuse.
Terri felt as if she'd been crippled for life. Her loins were on fire with the pain and she was sure her rectum was torn and bleeding. But her physical lacerations were nothing to the anguish she was suffering mentally. She felt bathed in shame and degradation, sure she could never look the world in the face again�_"and all because of her husband's brutal temper and perverted instinct. He was acting like some kind of animal and making her the defenseless victim of his illicit desire. Never in all her life had she dreamed of such a thing happening to her.
"Oh, dear God, why can't you leave me alone?" she moaned aloud, tears running in streams down her cheeks.
Lloyd heard her sobs and felt intoxicated with the evidence of his masculine power. Inch by inch he was succeeding in sinking his blood-heavy cock up into her sorely stretched back passage. He could feel the bruised inner flesh slowly giving way to his superior strength and in a few moment, it would be all the way in!
He gasped triumphantly as the sperm-laden sac of his balls slapped wetly against the cheeks of her helplessly upturned buttocks. "There!" he grinned evilly. "Now, who's boss?"
Terri cringed from his obscene words as much as from the overwhelming pain of his complete impalement. She was past caring now anyway. It was no use resisting. Struggles were futile against his liquor-goaded power and nothing could turn him from his lascivious desire, she realized. She could only endure the mortification he was heaping on her, just as he had to bear the terrible pain he was causing her by this savage assault on her rectum.
Lloyd held his lust-inflated cock inside her for a moment, feeling triumphantly victorious, excited by the sight of his wife completely powerless against his wishes. He had subjugated her and now she knew who was boss. He had degraded her in a way which she'd never forget and because of it he could always maintain his superiority over her. He began to withdraw his long hard cock, easing it slowly out of the still dry passage, wringing fresh moans of pain from his defenseless wife. With just the lust-bloated head still embedded in the tight sphinctral ring, he rammed forward again, this time regardless of her futile resistance. A tiny amount of inner secretions helped him to establish a slow laborious rhythm as he began to fuck in and out of her ass with savage sadistic strokes.
Terri had attributed his heartless actions to the drinks he'd taken all evening when he'd been out, but now it was obvious that her own reaction to his behavior had a lot to do with this final outrage. Oh God, she thought, why didn't I listen to Mother... !
Lloyd continued to battle against her upraised buttocks, sweeping her thighs aside with each flesh-splitting instroke. Suddenly, she wanted him to spew his white hot sperm into her forbidden depths. That, she knew, would be the only way she could be free of him. "Go ahead, you bastard!" she screamed. "Kill me!"
Lloyd felt all his anger and passion and lust converging on the tingling center of his balls. His head was filled with a strange roaring and he felt as if his blood was cascading hotly through his veins. "Move that goddamn ass of yours...." he commanded roughly as he pounded against her sorely strained backside in a fiercely gathering momentum.
And then, he was cumming in her ass!
The hot sticky fluid of his sperm shot along the jerking tube of his cock and erupted in a boiling torrent in the raw, seared depths of her helplessly flooded rectum. Terri flinched from the burning pain of the salty liquid as it seeped into her torn back passage and flowed into the secret forbidden recesses of her bowels. This then was the final ultimate insult and she closed her eyes tightly in a futile effort to block out the sickening reality. She was utterly degraded now and nothing would erase the memory of these shameful moments.
She could still feel Lloyd pumping into her from behind and hear his labored, grunt-like breathing as he emptied his lust into her forever stretched rectum. She would never be the same again and she was sure she could never forgive her drunken, heartless young husband for what he had done to her. Then, with a gasp of heartfelt relief, she realized that his rapidly deflating penis was at last slipping from her cum-filled rectum.
"There, baby!" he taunted. "Now, I guess there'll be no more backtalk about helping out the boss this weekend!"
Oh, I'll help him alright, you sonofabitch! she thought venomously. You want me to be nicer to Hugh Warren... Well, I'll show you just how "nice" I can be!
CHAPTER SIX
Saturday morning, at a little past eight o'clock, Terri Duncan bounced briskly along the springy forest path on her way to work at Hugh Warren's imposing lakefront mansion. There was an exhilarating breeze gusting in across the lake, fragrant with the scent of pine and refreshingly crisp. If only she were going there under different circumstances... she mused idly, half-afraid to complete the thought.
She could see long, luminous white clouds trailing their reflections across the mirrored surface of the water like wisps of smoke. And, she saw a trout flash somewhere offshore like an iridescent rainbow streak. It was all so wondrous, and calm... almost as if whatever powers there be had conspired to make her unwholesome task a little less distasteful!
A few minutes later, Terri entered the Warren mansion through the rear door leading to the kitchen, and was immediately confronted by a beautiful blonde girl about her own age, who announced, per Hugh Warren's prior instructions, that she was his visiting "niece" from San Francisco.
"How do you do," Terri responded, forcing a pair of pretty dimples and wondering defeatedly if she oughtn't curtsy or something.
"You're early, Terri," Janis brightened with a dimpled display of her own. "We weren't expecting you 'til nine or ten at the earliest."
Lloyd dropped me off at the road on his way to work," Terri explained. "You want me to start with the silver?"
Janis Holmes laughed openly. "Whoa, girl!" she said, raising her hand in a mock gesture of defense. "Mr. Warren just wants you to stand around and look pretty mostly. Maybe serve a few cocktails when the guests arrive later, but nothing as heavy as polishing the silver!"
Terri shrugged indifferently, oddly curious as to why the beautiful young blonde had called her uncle "Mr. Warren," but saying nothing about it for fear of being out-of-place. "What do I do then?" she queried. "In the meantime, I mean?"
"Well, you can start by trying on a few uniforms... I'm sure we've got something around here that fits. Mr. Warren, uh, I mean, Uncle Hugh goes through a lot of maids...!"
I'll just bet he does, Terri thought as her cheeks flushed hotly with the recent memory of Hugh Warren's giant cock pressing into her abdomen at the Golden Empress.
"C'mon, kid," Janis chirped happily, "I'll show you your room!"
Like an obedient puppy, Terri Duncan followed Janis through the main part of the house and up the stairs to the second story, and her quarters.
"The uniforms are in the closet, kid," the young blonde announced. "Just take your time trying them on... I'll be back later to check on you." Then, she spun around on the heel of one enormous platform pump and left the timorous young housewife on her own.
No sooner had the door shut behind the young blonde, than Terri was shrugging out of her long tweed coat and draping it across the edge of the bed. Well, she thought as she reached for the zipper at the side of her short skirt, it's a nice room, anyway.
* * *
In the adjacent room, Hugh Warren, down on his hands and knees like a voyeuristic schoolboy, stared excitedly through the keyhole of the connecting door, his enormous red penis jerking thrillingly in his sweaty hand. God, what a luscious-looking piece of ass she is! he drooled exultingly as he watched Terri strip quickly out of her skirt and blouse. It's been at least three weeks since I've had my hands on a pair of tits as big and firm as those white babies!
He watched closely as the unsuspecting brunette bride of two months folded the garments neatly and piled them on top of her discarded coat, then hooked her thumbs into the tiny elastic band of her white panties to tug them smoothly upwards so tightly that the gleaming black bush of her pubic hair showed plainly through the gaping mesh at the crotch. Then, satisfied with their smoothness, she bent forward to adjust the straps that connected her sheer taupe nylons with her black garterbelt, all of her previous efforts going for naught as the legbands of her panties rode indecently up into the satin crevice of her shimmering white buttocks.
Still wearing her low-cut bra and ultrahigh platform shoes, Terri walked to the open closet and began to run her fingertips lightly over the tips of the dozen or so hangers that held the various maid's uniforms from which she was to make her selection. There were only two or three styles, all too short and skimpy for her tastes, each in at least three different sizes. And none of them had a bustline larger than a C-cup, she noticed fretfully. Somehow, she was supposed to crowd a pair of 39-D's into one of those skimpy costumes... and the ones with the biggest bustlines, were also the ones with the shortest skirts!
It took the young housewife several minutes to make her selection�_"a lace-trimmed, French-style, black-nylon affair with a little ruffled cap to match�_"and to realize that the plunging neckline, dropping nearly to the navel, positively forbade any thoughts she might have been entertaining about wearing her bra with the ensemble.
Warren's pudding-thick scarlet cock pulsed hotly in his palm as he watched Terri return to the bed, laying the skimpy outfit across the foot of it, then reach up behind her to grapple with the hooks of her bra-straps. With almost tortuous slowness, the young brunette unfastened each of the several binding hooks, her melonous white breasts jiggling delightfully with her efforts. Then, at last, she slipped the garment from her narrow shoulders, the generous alabaster orbs, sagging only slightly despite their utter enormity, swinging freely to the sides like the hinges of a well-oiled gate.
"Hi, I'm not inter�_""
"Shhhhhh!"
Warren cautioned the intruding voice over his brawny shoulder. "Just get your fuckin' clothes off and get on the bed; it's almost time!"
* * *
Oblivious to her unseen "audience," Terri slipped into the tiny French maid's costume, tugging at the hem of the short skirt for a good five minutes before she realized that it wouldn't go down any lower than the exact juncture of her thighs without baring her nipples, squeezed out as they were, like toothpaste from a tube, above the abbreviated neckline. Good grief! she mused as she caught her reflection in the mirror over the dresser while pinning on her cap. I can't wear this... Compared to this, Hugh Hefner's "Bunnies" look like choir-girls! And then, just as she was about to return to the closet to make another selection, she heard what sounded like a human cry coming from the adjoining room. Quietly now, turning slowly towards the connecting door, she listened intently to see if she could recognize its source. And then, she heard it again.
It was a husky male groan!
Good heavens, who could be in there at this time of morning?
she wondered. What was going on? She straightened up and walked bravely toward the door. When she was a mere four or five steps from her destination, she heard an even louder groan... a woman this time!
My God, someone is hurt in there!
Terri thought, her first reaction being naturally to rush forward and throw open the door as fast as she possibly could. But then, as she reached out to grasp the door handle, a cry of pleasure reached her ears and caused her to freeze again.
She stood there for an endless moment, wondering what she could do as she listened for more sounds with every ounce of her concentration, her eyes glued to the floor. Gradually, she was able to make out other noises beyond the door, even though her own heart was pounding so loudly it was difficult to tell at first. She could hear heavy, rushed breathing, punctuated by occasional grunts and moans of what almost sounded like... like passion! Her whole body tensed automatically as a nearby male groan suddenly erupted to join the other human sounds inside the room. This one came from only a few feet away from where she stood, petrified, her perfect white teeth chattering slightly from the fright and incapacitating confusion she felt. Her heart almost stopped and she hardly dared to breathe as the closest male groan resounded in her ears again. Finally, curiosity won out, and she slowly dropped to her knees before the keyhole.
As her eyes adjusted to the brighter light that streamed in from the next room, Terri was able to make out a tall male form standing far to the right. She blinked several times to clear her vision and sharpen her focus on the hulking form. Oh, my God! her startled brain recoiled. It's... It's Big Joe Meyer!
The burly, fiftyish pit boss of the Big Top was standing completely naked, holding his enormous erect penis tightly in both hands. The long hard shaft looked like the pulsing limb of a tree as it glistened along its incredible jutting length. God, it made Lloyd's penis look like a little boy's in comparison! His hugely protruding member was at least ten inches long, maybe longer, and even his mammoth hands could barely encircle it savage-looking girth!
Terri saw that the bald-headed pit boss' eyes were glassy as he stroked his naked flesh up and down in rhythmic cadence to the wet sucking noises she could now hear coming from the bed on the far side of the adjoining room. She couldn't tell who was making the sounds yet, not without altering her angle and risking the chances of her being overheard. Indeed, Meyer was so close to her that she was almost afraid to even breathe for fear that he would hear her.
Terri knelt shaking from head to foot, her knees seemingly glued to the thickly carpeted floor, watching in horrified fascination as the pit boss' fingers skinned the thick wealth of his foreskin rapidly up and down the uncircumcised length of his cock. Her breath caught in her lovely I throat each time the huge bulbous head of it came into view, like a giant monster crawling from its secret lair, and she was so close she could actually see that it was wet and slimy at the tip from the steadily oozing stream of pre-coital syrup that boiled up from his evil red balls. Big Joe's breathing came thick and labored now, and Terri could see thin white flecks of spittle joining each other to grow heavy and run from his liverish lips as he stared with trance-like fixation at the bed just out of her line of vision. His penis frightened her so much it was almost as though she was seeing one for the first time. It was monstrous, and she couldn't even imagine having something that huge up inside her body... God, a "thing" that size would absolutely ruin her for any normal sized man!
In her dazed state, the little brunette housewife thought she saw an almost imperceptible flick of the of the shiny-headed man's beady eyes in her direction. Oh, dear Lord, what if he should turn to and discover what she was about!... How could she ever explain how she came to be watching her husband's supervisor in the obscene act of masturbating... ?
Terri breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she saw Meyer turn slightly away to gain a better view of whatever was happening on the nearby bed. Then, as the tempo of the delighted utterances that emanated from the adjoining quarters grew increasingly bolder, she could no longer resist the temptation to find out who, besides Big Joe Meyer, occupied the room. Stealthily, like a hunting cat, Terri straightened her aching knees until she was standing virtually upright again, then reached out to timidly touch the door handle as if it was something hot. She turned the knob an excruciating fraction-of-an-inch at a time until, at last, it popped silently free of its casing and she was able to push it cautiously open a painful degree at a time. Her heart felt like it was lodged in her throat, and her whole body was trembling fearfully beneath the barely-covering fabric of her maid's costume as she was finally able to discern the two figures on the bed that dominated a distant wall. It took her impassioned young brain an extra moment to register what her eyes had already communicated to it an instant before.
Right before her very eyes, clearly illuminated in the bright daylight that poured in through the open windows, she saw Hugh Warren and his own "niece" lewdly coupling on the bed, their naked bodies thrashing wildly as their loins smacked wetly and wantonly together!
Terri felt the blood draining from her head, and she had to fight for a moment to remain on her feet as waves of blackness crossed over her consciousness from the sudden unexpected shock of catching the incestuous performance going on under the same roof with her. It was what she had been watching Big Joe Meyer gazing so intently at before she had opened the door to get a better look.
"OOOhhh, fuck me... fuck me!" Janis suddenly rasped up at her obese employer as she ground her pelvis forward tightly against the man's fat loins.
The foot of the bed was pointed directly at the doorway, and Terri could see her husband's employer's hard, thick penis disappearing and reappearing with each vicious thrust and withdrawal that he made into Janis Homes' willingly sucking vagina. It was the first time Terri had ever seen other people actually making love, and she was frozen to the crack in the door, unable to move, as she watched with detached amusement and mixed revulsion the ravishment of the stunning younger woman's white body by her own dirty "uncle."
The young brunette couldn't help but notice how the blonde girl's legs were splayed out widely on either side of her "uncle's" portly body, occasionally kicking high in the air. Then, she folded them around Warren's driving flabby buttocks, her trim ankles locking behind his massive thighs in her efforts to pull him into her with all the strength of a she-cat. Terri could see the muscles standing out in bold relief on the girl's inner thighs, as she struggled in her all-consuming efforts.
Hugh Warren dropped his enormous hands down lower to cup his blonde maid's naked white buttocks with savage strength, cruelly gouging his pudgy fingers deep into the soft flesh there. He squeezed the smoothly rounded globes together, forcing the dripping inner walls of her vagina yet closer around his plunging girth, and Terri found herself straining for a better look at the thin ragged edges of the blonde's vagina clasping hungrily around the pistoning shaft as though it were a starving mouth nibbling greedily at the feast of hardness.
The beautiful young wife could see the soft golden hairs that surrounded the parted lips grazing teasingly along the corded ridge that ran the full length of the underside of his penis. It was an obscene, but fascinating sight, that caused an unwanted flutter of sensation in her alert nerve-endings and made her legs shake more violently than ever. Janis' hotly quivering buttocks were grinding faster now, and their mewls and groans of pleasure were becoming increasingly desperate as Terri stood gazing at them through glazed, almost uncomprehending eyes, as if she were hypnotized by the lewd spectacle taking place in the other room. Warren's impassioned young maid made wilder and more demonic thrusts; thrusts that were met with equal fury by the fat con-artist's pelvis, smacking down hard into her, slamming her nakedly writhing body back down into the mattress with each powerful stroke. The loud, slapping sounds of their stomachs echoed lewdly throughout the room as Janis curled and uncurled her legs in frantic final desperation around the fat man's hips, flattening her curvaceous body down into the wildly squeaking mattress with each bone-jarring thrust.
Terri's already-labored breathing increased apace as she continued to observe the shameless pair's mindless fucking grow more viciously demanding with each passing beat of her heart. Both of them were puffing heavily, and the mesmerized young bride of two short months could see small rivulets of perspiration trailing down Hugh Warren's flabby ass-cheeks as he labored over Janis' frail blonde body. Small beads of the same passion-borne sweat dotted the little maid's brow, and her well-set blue eyes flickered open and shut, glassy and unseeing, as she bucked upwards to meet her employer's punishing thrusts.
As she stared intensely at her husband's lecherous boss and his "niece," Terri Duncan suddenly realized that the tiny rustlings of sensation in her own tortured limbs had become undeniably pleasurable during the last few minutes. Despite the fact that she was loath to admit it, the delightful teenage bride knew that her own sweet vaginal lips had parted slightly beneath the hem of her too-short skirt, and were throbbing moistly against the cool nylon mesh of her panties. She felt a tingling erectness at the very tips of her succulent strawberry nipples, half-spilled as they were, above the lacy edge of her low-cut bodice, and the cheeks of her satin white buttocks dimpled and flexed involuntarily in time to the efforts before her. Oh, my God! her mind suddenly burned in horror. Had she actually allowed herself to become sexually stimulated by the incestuous act being consummated in the adjoining chamber?
It was as if her very nerves were threatening to betray her. She stood quivering from head to dainty toe in the doorway, her right cheek pressed firmly against the cool painted surface of the doorjamb, her magnificent white breasts rising and falling rapidly with every panting breath she took. It demanded all her remaining strength to resist the urge to drop her hands to her own fevered sex, the incredible sensations of surreptitious delight causing her thrilling clitoris to seep and throb until her skimpy panties were soaked clear through at the crotch. She hadn't been this excited since her honeymoon with Lloyd, and even the very level of corruption the incestuous act represented seemed only to enhance her empathic ardor.
"OOOhhh, yess! I'm almost therrrer!" the young blonde whimpered obscenely in the joining room. "Fuck me... Oh, God!"
A fleeting resentment came over the young brunette wife as she thought back on her own husband's sexual technique... or lack of it. Except for the other night, when he'd taken her anally against her will, he was almost simpering in his style of lovemaking... Not at all like this bull of a man, Hugh Warren. And always... always, Lloyd was to quick to cum. Indeed, as she thought back on it, she had probably come closer to having an orgasm when her husband had taken her anally than any other time in their brief marriage. At least he 'd acted like a man, and not an apologetic little boy... A real man, like... Hugh Warren...
"AAAuuuRRRgggHHHH!... I'M CUMMMMMMING!" Janis Holmes bellowed suddenly from the bed as her buttocks churned out the luxury of her completion on the bouncing mattress beneath. "FUCK... SHIT... CUM... SUCK...!"
At the same time, Terri heard a responding grunt that seemed to emanate directly from the fat man's exciting red balls, and she knew, almost disappointedly, that he was cumming too.
The rich, creamy-thick sperm began to jet out from the musket-flanged glans of Warren's delicious-looking penis in never-ending squirts of lingering delight, filling the young "niece's velvet slit to capacity, and spurting back out to soil the mattress through the milking, well-stretched lips of her pussy. Terri's desire finally overwhelmed her then, as her hands dropped mindlessly downward to raise the tiny hem of her skirt, her fingers stealing silently inside the elastic top of her little panties. Slowly, still careful not to make a sound lest she be discovered, she began to rock gently forward from the waist, massaging the dripping, swollen bud of her clitoris with the well-manicured tips of her nails. She was so totally, utterly absorbed in what she was about that she didn't notice the shadowy hulking form moving stealthily up behind her until, suddenly, a massive arm shot out to grab her arm, twisting it tightly behind her back in a powerful, viselike grip.
"OH!" her mouth ovalled in a startled gasp. She had been caught completely off-guard, and it was only with the utmost effort that she quickly, and quietly, withdrew her probing hand from beneath her crotch-length, black-nylon skirt.
Gradually, almost reluctantly, the hand loosened its powerful grip enough so that she was able to straighten up and relieve the pressure where her shoulder had been crushed against the doorjamb. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, her mouth dropping open in horror as she realized that it was Big Joe Meyer who held her. "Wha...." she started, deciding to let it drop when her mouth couldn't find the necessary words of query.
The gorilla-like pit boss was still stark naked, his hairy nostrils were twitching with excitement, as though he were some kind of wild animal catching the maddening scent of a bitch in heat... and she was the bitch!
"So you been doin' a little peeking, huh?" he cackled lewdly, his eyes dropping to her crumpled lap. "Well, it looks like I caught ya with your hands in your 'cookie jar'!" There was a twisted grin on his ugly face as he brought his eyes back up to Terri's hotly blushing face.
Terri dropped her own eyes to avoid his leering gaze, and saw with a rush of panic that Meyer's gigantic cock was standing out even further from his sinewy loins than before. Even worse, she could see the tremendous prick growing longer and harder even as she stared at it, its thick blood-engorged head throbbing mightily as occasional droplets of semen oozed from the eyelike hole at the end and dropped down in gleaming white strings to the carpet below. She looked down lower then and caught sight of the huge testicles sagging between his hairy legs like they were weighted with balls of lead. My God, she panicked, they re as big as baseballs!
"Like this big fat cock of mine, sweetness?" Big Joe snickered lewdly, with a little emphasizing pivot of his hips.
Terri couldn't answer or even object to the obscene question as she felt her cheeks flush to a burning crimson with the realization that he had seen her looking down at his genitalia. Oh God! she groaned to herself. What if Lloyd finds out I've been looking at Mr. Meyer's penis! Not only had the bald pit boss caught her red-handed in the act of masturbating, now he knew she had been staring openly at his quivering erection and the sperm-filled testicles hanging below.
"Okay, princess, let's go," her naked captor grunted, his ugly face split by a satisfied grin as he tilted his head toward the interior of the next bedroom.
A spasm of fear traveled through the frightened young bride when she realized what he intended to do with her. She was deluged with terror at the very through of facing Hugh Warren like a common criminal, while Meyer charged her with the list of "immoral" crimes she had committed in the last few minutes... crimes that he, himself, was guilty of! She didn't know how he'd managed to slip out of the adjoining room unnoticed in order to surprise her, but she'd have given anything if she could only erase the past twenty or thirty minutes of her life.
Meyer nudged her rudely with his shoulder, scowling to show his impatience with her as he tilted his head again toward the door leading to the other room. "Come on, baby... move!"
"No, please! I can't go in there... Not now... Lloyd will lose his job!" she whimpered in protest.
Terri knew that her strategy had failed when she saw that Meyer was glaring at her in such a hateful way, the sullen anger in his face causing her to fear that he might ball his free hand into a fist and smash it into her face at any moment. She winced with pain as he cruelly tightened his ironlike grip on her arm, bruising her flesh, and then pushed her roughly through the connecting doorway between the two bedrooms. He held her in front of him at arm's length as they walked across the room, the beautiful brunette's heart pounding fiercely in her throat as they approached the bed where Warren and his "niece" lay staring up at the ceiling, still recuperating from their torrid bout of sex.
Terri throttled the panicky impulse to escape from the naked pit boss, knowing intuitively that her efforts would prove to no avail. Big Joe's pulse quickened, his nostrils twitching again, as her full rounded buttocks swayed enticingly before him, each satin cheek making a provocative circling motion under her skirt as she walked, causing his great shaft to jerk still higher.
"Well, well, well," Hugh Warren chuckled ominously as the pair of them reached the bed, making no effort whatsoever to cover his naked obesity, "what do we have here, Joe?"
"A little present for ya, Boss... I caught her fingering herself while she watched you and the blonde goin' at it!"
Despite his recent round of lust, Warren felt a tiny tingle in the head of his deflated red penis. "Is that right, young lady? Is what Big Joe's tellin' me the truth?"
Terri was tempted to deny it; after all, it was just his word against hers, but the sudden increased pressure on her already sore arm caused her to bite her lower lip and bob her head in the affirmative.
With considerable effort, Hugh Warren pulled himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "I wonder what ol' Floyd's gonna have to say about that?" he reprimanded playfully.
"Y-You're not going to tell him... are you?" Terri queried brokenly. "I mean... couldn't you just send me home with a headache or something? Why does he have to know the truth?"
"I like your uniform," Warren stated indifferent to her pleas. "Hike the skirt up a little and turn around so's I can see that pretty little butt of yours." Then, addressing his number one employee, "Back up a bit, Joe... Let the little lady have some room to work in."
Terri blinked incredulously. Could it be that he hadn't heard a word she'd said?
"Well, baby?" Warren hissed thickly, as if in response to her silent query. "Do you cooperate?... Or do I tell your pretty-boy husband what you've been up to?"
Terri's mouth went suddenly dry, and it was all she could do to stammer, "What?... I-I don't understand."
"I think you do, Terri," the lewd man winked, dropping back on his elbows. "You don't tell your ol' man what a dirty ol' man the boss is, and I don't tell him his little wife's in the habit of playing hide-the-finger in public...." he let his voice trail off on that ominous note, then turned again to Meyer. "Joe," he said, "why don't you help the little lady off with her panties?"
"I... I'll do it myself," Terri heard herself suddenly stammering, fearful of having the giant pit boss put his hands on her again.
Warren's untiring cock perked yet a little higher. "Excellent choice, Terri," he winked again.
Slowly then, very slowly, the young brunette housewife hooked her thumbs into the top of her panties beneath her skirt and slipped them down until they hung from her knees like a pale flag of surrender. Her face, streaked with silent tears of outrageous indignation, flushed crimson with embarrassment at the thought of exposing herself to these lecherous men... each nearly old enough to be her grandfather!
"Well, don't just stand there, Meyer!" Warren cackled. "Gimmee a report on that foxy little fanny of hers!"
All Big Joe had to do was put out his hands; he didn't even have to stretch. His hands and fingers began touching Terri, first high on the shoulders and back, then ran down over her spine and finally grasped both cheeks of her smooth, white buttocks firmly and squeezed. Over and under and around Terri's creamy buns, he played, for long delicious minutes that caused the mouth in the head of his naked penis to flange open in a pearl of jism. It seemed to go on forever, to the humiliated young wife, although the actual time span was just a few minutes.
Hugh Warren was getting all hot and horny again just watching his bald-headed employee's worshipful fondling of the newlywed's ass. His own fat cock, still glistening in the bright light from his and Janis' combined juices, throbbed ponderously upward one ragged jerk at a time, until it stood once more at full mast. "How is it, Joe?" he grinned broadly. "Is it as smooth as it looks?"
"Like warm satin, Boss," the pit boss replied enthusiastically. "There's a couple of welts on it, though... sorta like somebody took a belt to her snotty young ass."
Warren's cock soared another inch-and-a-half. "Sounds delightful, Joe," he commented. "Maybe we'll try something like that a little later on, ourselves!"
Terri's jaw fell slack. "B-But... why?"
"Why what, bitch?"
"Why would you want to spank me?"
"I didn't say we would, Terri... I just said we might."
"B-But I haven't done anything... I mean, I'm doing like you said!"
"It's more fun to take a strap to 'em when they ain't done nothin' wrong," Joe Meyer interjected. "Ain't that right, boss?"
"That's right, Joe... Now, bring the little slut over here where she can suck me off!"
* * *
Lloyd Duncan's head was pounding dizzily as he watched the roulette wheel spin for the umpteenth time that morning, each little click of the ivory marking ball sounding like a cannon going off inside his head.
"Anything wrong, Tiger?" a sweet feminine voice piped suddenly over his shoulder. "You look like you're about ready to pass out... Say, you're not sick, are you?"
Lloyd recognized the voice immediately as belonging to Rita Collins, Hugh Warren's red-headed secretary and "third eye" around the Big Top. "Naw, I ain't sick," he said without turning. "Not physically, anyway." The little ivory ball dropped into its chosen slot and Lloyd brought the wheel smoothly to a halt. "Eighteen... Red... and Even," he announced.
"You're worried about that little wife of yours, aren't you?"
This time, he turned to face her. "Jesus Christ, did that fat son-of-a-bitch tell the whole fucking Club?"
The redhead's face broke into a broad grin. "Shhh, she cautioned conspiratorially. Then, "No, he didn't, as a matter of fact."
"I'll bet!" the young husband snapped sarcastically, his eyes dull with crestfallen pride. "Next, he'll be wanting me to sign a statement so's he can mimeograph copies and put 'em in everybody's pay envelope?"
Rita stood patiently by while she waited for Lloyd to make his payoffs and rake in the winnings, then began anew, "Will you simmer down, for God's sake! Hugh only told me what he was up to so I'd know where to find him if there was trouble or something... Get off your high horse, kid; there's no angels in this screwed up town!"
Lloyd gave the wheel a vicious spin and fumbled for a cigarette. "Only Terri," he mumbled almost incoherently. "At least she was before I handed her to Hugh Warren on a silver platter!"
Rita cracked another droll smile. "Whaddaya want to bet she's having the time of her life right now?"
"You don't know Terri!"
"And you don't know women, Lloyd Duncan... Now, why don't you just close down this wheel and we'll take a run out to The Village?... You don't seem to be doing much good, anyway...!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Even as he pushed the frightened young teenage bride toward his waiting boss on the bed, Big Joe Meyer's beefy hands remained locked on the dimpling half-moons of her ass. With the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he spread the fleshy outer lips of her vulva, then unceremoniously thrust his middle finger in to the palm before the parted flesh had time to close. Terri inched slowly toward the bed on her enormous platform shoes, holding back her breath, still unable to offer more than token resistance, or even to deny that the sausagelike digit that dipped and probed into her hop pink cunt from behind was curiously thrilling.
As she watched Hugh Warren, now stroking his mammoth red penis into final hardness, inch backwards on the bed until he was again sprawled lewdly on his back with his legs obscenely splayed, she noticed that the enormous room was curiously mirrored. She couldn't help but suck in her breath at the lewdly exciting sight she presented in her too-small maid's outfit, with Meyer's rough and callused hands probing under her short skirt from behind, and the tips of her baby-pink nipples oddly stiffening to the point where they peeked over the edge of the lacy bodice. And then, her widened gray eyes fell forward again, to rest on the dripping hardness in her husband's boss' gnarled hand.
God, he's even bigger close up! She gasped, feeling an inexplicable tremor in her clitoris. I wonder how his niece can take it all!
Hugh Warren was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of his young brunette ward for the weekend. Her firm, sleek body was an exciting combination of feminine pulchritude and school girl innocence made even more alluring by her partially attired state. He couldn't even remember how many of his junior employee's wives he'd fucked and sucked in the twenty-seven years he'd been in the gambling business, but damned if he'd ever had anything as sweet as this!
"Get down between my legs!" he suddenly ordered the trembling eighteen-year-old. "On your hands and knees... like a bitch-dog!"
As her knees touched the edge of the enormous round bed, Terri stopped and reached down reflexively to remove the panties that had slipped down to her slender ankles to impede her forward progress. Intuitively, she knew that whatever they intended to do to her could be best accomplished without that flimsy garment. She could still feel Meyer's persistent fat finger fucking into her now-slippery pussy from the rear, even as she clambered up on the bed on her hands and knees and began to crawl towards the mountainous hairy paunch that belonged to Hugh Warren... and the ceiling-directed knob of his scarlet cock that reminded her uncannily of an upraised midget's arm with a balled fist at the end.
"Lick it first, you little shit," the filthy sixty-year-old cackled in a voice gone high with mounting lust. "Lick it, and then suck its head... And, don't forget my balls!"
It was with a sickening realization that young Terri Duncan knew that she wanted to do just that. I must be sick, her tortured mind recoiled in desperation. But, I can't help it; I want to suck his thing for him!... Oh, Lloyd, you heartless bastard, why do you insist on making a little whore out of me... ?
Terri lavished the fat club-owner's quivering shaft with the warm velvet surface of her tongue, lathing and flicking with the tip from balls to cock and back again, while behind her, Big Joe slipped his finger from her pussy and pressed forward with his own turgid hardness, sandwiching it firmly between the lightly veined whiteness of her ass-cheeks. She could feel every ridge and pulsing capillary along the thickly corded surface of the pit boss' penis, and a knot of excitement welled up in her little belly to spill from her busy lips in a startled mewl of unexpected delight. It was as if her first taste of Hugh Warren's pungently malodorous flesh had triggered a flight of demons through her very soul. She was being forced to do all the things she'd secretly wanted to do since adolescence... and loving every hideous second of it!
Quickly, she trailed her tongue back over his bloated red scrotum and along the heavily throbbing shaft to the lewdly bobbing head, promptly and unceremoniously capping the leaking purple ball with her mouth as if to prevent any further escape of the prodigiously oozing syrup that dribbled up from his hot nuts. Oh, dear God, how she wanted him to cum in her mouth... ! She began to suck in earnest now, her head bobbing slickly downward until she could actually feel his prickly salt-and-pepper pubic hair tickling her passion-flared nostrils, then up again until only the tips of her lips remained, pursed into a beelike suck as if she were drawing his hotly flowing pre-cum through a fleshy straw.
Warren raised back up on his elbows again, luxuriating in the visual as well as the sensual feel of her heartfelt nursing of his cock... a cock that had been treated to such heartfelt nursing of cock... a cock that had been treated to such heartfelt nursings since before she was even born. He watched her satin cheeks alternately hollow and bloat as she bobbed, and he could see her eyes widen and glaze beneath the flowing dark curtain of her hair. Then, on an impulse, he leaned down and shoved his fat hands into the cups at the bodice of her costume and pulled her spilling breasts completely out, so that the tips of her succulent strawberry nipples could be free to dance and crush against the wiry-haired surface of his upper-thighs. "Now, baby," he hissed down at her, "Beg for it!"
Behind her, Big Joe Meyer could feel the obedient little housewife pause momentarily in her suckings as Warren's cruelly rendered words registered devastatingly in her brain. Then, as her whole body suddenly broke out in goosepimples from head to pink-lacquered toenails, she raised her lust-distorted face and whispered, "OOOhhh, yesss! Cum in my mouth, Mr. Warren... please!" Her lewd admission was nearly more than the wicked pit boss could stand as he stepped up the pace of his thickly veined rubbing in her fleshy rear furrow. He could feel the softly weeping petals of her sex flower deliciously open around his pulsing shaft on the underside, clasping and lathing with her vaginal lips in lewd parody of her sucking of the obscene club-owner. Jesus, what a horny little sexpot this'n's turned out to be! he shivered delightedly. Who'd ever a thought that punk, Lloyd Duncan was hidin' somethin' this hot to trot at home!
Next to the lewdly writhing trio on the bed, Janis Holmes, too, was again becoming aroused at the sudden turn of events. Almost idly, her hands dropped to the juncture of her naked white thighs and began to rub and pinch along the satin surface there, her own beautiful blue eyes bulging halfway out of her skull with rekindled passion. She could still feel Hugh Warren's half-pint of seed pouring from her womb to soil the bed, and still she wanted more! "What about me, Mr. Warren?" she heard herself pipe from somewhere deep in her blackest soul. "I want it, too!"
For a moment, Warren was tempted to ask her if she wanted to share his cock with Terri Lynn, but decided instead to amuse himself with further visual delights. "There's some dildos and vibrators in that cabinet over there, Janis," he advised with an appropriate nod of his hoglike head. "Go find yourself something that turns you on!
Janis nearly flew to the indicated piece of furniture, throwing back the double doors to feast her eyes on the most glorious collection of artificial cocks she could imagine. There were wooden ones, rubber ones, plastic ones with bulbs one could fill with the liquid of one's choice... and vibrators of every size, shape, and description. Oh, my! her mind registered delightedly with the difficulty of her choice. Oh, my! Oh, my... !
"Try that big black bastard on the bottom shelf," Hugh Warren offered encouragingly from the bed behind her. "I didn't clean it the last time I used it, but it's got new batteries!"
Janis reached out for it, her fingers recoiling instantly at the still-tacky feel of its polished plastic surface. God, she thought drolly as she overcame her initial revulsion and took it reverently in her hands, I wonder who the lucky bitch was that time! And then, for reasons even she herself couldn't explain, she brought it to her lips and began to lick it clean. As far as she knew, the yet-pungent juices could've belonged to just about anybody... apart from the few curly hairs that still clung to its surface, even her own little Debbie!
"Get back over here where we can see you, Janis!" Warren snapped impatiently. "Maybe you can show little Terri here a few more tricks!"
Still licking the foot-long, black plastic cock with lingering affection, the young blonde maid returned swiftly to the bed and squatted down on her haunches next to the laboring threesome. "What do you want me to do with it?" she queried hotly between laps of her tongue. "Do you want me to screw myself with it, or shove it up my asshole?"
"Suit yourself, precious," the fat man grinned. "The switch is on the bottom."
From the corner of her eye, Terri could see the young "niece" flip on the switch to the operative position, then take the soundlessly humming device in her fingertips and rub it lewdly up and down in the golden fleece that lined her hot pink furrow. Then, deciding, she centered the tip of the vibrator at the entrance of her ass, and not only shoved, but half-sat down on it as well until it disappeared entirely from view.
"How's that feel, Janis?" Warren queried hotly.
"Oh! It's wonderful...." she panted. "B-But I still don't have anything in my pussy!"
"How 'bout my tongue?" offered Warren.
"But I can't! I mean, the vibrator will slip out of my asshole!"
"Terri'll hold it there for ya... Won't you, Terri...!"
"MMMfff... Oh, yesss!... MMMfff!"
Quickly then, as Janis assumed the required position astraddle the fat man's face, Terri reached up with the fingers of one hand to grasp the half-inch of black plastic that had slipped back out of the blonde's clinging rectum. Slowly, voluptuously, her lips still locked like a garter around the con-man's leaking girth, the teenaged housewife began to draw and shove the vigorous pseudo-cock in and out of her blonde peer's anus.
At the same time, she could feel the ball of Meyer's cock in the crevice of her own ass pulse and throb like the heart of a wild beast. Oh, Jesus, she screamed in silent frustration, why doesn't he shove it in me!
* * *
Rita Collins looked at Lloyd Duncan speculatively, as though trying to decide how much farther she could push him before taking him to the next phase of the plan. She couldn't be sure how he would react when he learned exactly what his wife had been subjected to, and she wanted to enjoy his handsome youth and physical strength for herself. But then, with a sigh, she made up her mind to see it through, come hell or high water.
"Hey, where do I park this thing anyway?"
"Park behind the house, sugar," she winked promisingly at his unseeing profile. "And keep quiet when we get inside, for Christ's sake!"
After bringing the three-year-old Camaro to a silent stop at the rear of Hugh Warren's palatial lakeside residence, Lloyd climbed out quietly from behind the wheel and followed Rita in through the kitchen entrance and up the stairs to the same second-story bedroom where Terri had changed into her maid's uniform. His heart was pounding wildly in his throat as he stayed close behind Rita's well-turned ass, taking each step of the stairs as if it were made of eggshells.
"Now remember, you promised not to say anything until they're finished," she cautioned as they reached the landing at the top.
Finally, satisfied that the nervous young husband understood, the redhead opened the door a little wider and slipped silently into the room. Lloyd followed close behind, his heart drumming madly. He couldn't imagine what Rita's mysterious actions were leading up to.
And then, through the still-open connecting door, he saw Terri!
His lovely young bride was up on her knees in the middle of a huge bed surrounded by mirrors, her mouth filled to the brim with his boss' thick scarlet penis while he buried his own ugly face into the crotch of a beautiful blonde. And behind, lewdly rubbing the ball of his own lust-purpled cock in the milky crevice of Terri's ass was... was Big Joe Meyer! Indeed, the leering, bald-headed pit boss was holding his rigidly erect prick firmly in his right hand, preparing to insert it into the moist pink slip of her vagina from behind.
Lloyd gasped in disbelief. This couldn't be his innocent, inexperienced young wife waiting expectantly on her knees for the long thick rod pressed into the crevice of her upraised buttocks. Not the naive reluctant little bride who'd so bitterly resisted all his precious attempts to get her to suck his cock... It just couldn't be!
Suddenly, Terri lifted her face from Warren's dripping cock a few inches to look back at the man behind her as if to see why he was hesitating. Now, Lloyd no longer had any doubts that she was, in fact, his wife. His stomach muscles knotted and he was about to cry out in anger when he felt Rita's hand tighten on his wrist as she gave him a threatening glance. He stopped, fighting down his sense of outrage at the scene taking place on the bed just a few feet away.
To all outward appearances, no one in the adjoining chamber had noticed them enter the room. Terri's buttocks jerked temptingly backward, wanting desperately now to be filled with the pit boss' giant cock. After the way Lloyd had treated her a couple of days ago, she felt entitled to a little fun.
"Reach back and put it in," Meyer barked suddenly in anticipation.
"I-I can't reach it, Mr. Meyer!" Terri whimpered brokenly.
"Put it in, I said!" he growled down at her, digging his fingers still harder into the flesh at her tiny waist.
In desperation, she reached back between her legs and closed her trembling free hand over his penis, her entire weight now supported on her breasts. The excitedly-throbbing cock-shaft felt even larger than it had looked... She would never be able to take it!
Lloyd stood with the boss' secretary near the open door, watching the entire scene. He felt his cock jerk slightly from the lewdly inciting picture in front of him as he saw Terri's little hand close pitifully around the bald-headed man's thick penile shaft, holding it poised barely an inch from the upthrust entrance to her fleshy pink cunt. The exciting tableau was reflected from various viewpoints in the surrounding mirrors and the treacherous young husband felt a sinking sensation of jealousy and desire mingle in his stomach as he groaned softly under his breath.
Meyer again squeezed her satin flesh, this time bring a soft squeal of pain from Terri's glistening lips. Placing the rubbery throbbing cock-head against the elastic opening of her vagina, she felt the passion-bloated glans begin a slow prodding against the slightly open lips of her trembling pussy, parting them and forcing its way inside the tight restricting ring of flesh that protected the entrance to her secret inner passage. There was a great stretching feeling in her loins as though the tender lips were being pulled asunder, and then suddenly she felt her velvety cuntal ridges swept apart as Big Joe's swollen penis soared up into her hotly throbbing vagina like a battering ram of old.
"AAAuuuggghhh!"
she choked from around the pulsing red cock in her mouth. Her wildly spasming vaginal walls were on fire. The lust-swollen penis penetrating her fearfully squirming cunt felt like a thick drill tunneling deep into her belly through the involuntarily contracting inner passage. She struggled and swung her cheeks in a vain attempt to escape the ruthless impalement. It was no use. Meyer pushed relentlessly forward, skewering her right up to the hilt, making her a hopeless prisoner of his rigidly pulsating cock like a mounted insect pierced through by a pin. Her lips, still lust-incitingly stretched around Hugh Warren's poling cock, contorted in pain and torment from the outward pressure of the pit boss' deeply imbedded cock-shaft behind. He slipped it back out a fraction of an inch and then groaned huskily as he shoved it forward again up into her pussy depths as far as it would go. She felt its pounding rubbery tip bump up against her cervix at the same time as his heavily bloated testicles slapped up hard against the softness of her pubic mound below.
The impaled bride's husband watched, his eyes wide-open, as the long thick rod disappeared up inside Terri's tight, widely stretched vagina. Lloyd moaned softly in unconscious vicarious pleasure as he imagined the enveloping moistness clasping around the pit boss' cock buried deep up inside his hot young wife. His own cock jerked wildly inside his slacks, the head of it popping obscenely out through the opening in his shorts to brush against the scratchy wool from within.
Rita Collins couldn't help but notice the young husband's hardness thrusting stiffly out in his pants and, with a tiny mewl of appreciation, she grasped the jerking lump in her hand, slowly massaging the pulsing knob with her fingertips until she could feel the moisture beginning to saturate the woolen material. "Do you want to join them?" she whispered. "Or, just watch for awhile?"
"Uh... I-I think I'd like to watch for awhile."
"Good choice, handsome," Rita commented, her hand drifting up to the buckle of his belt.
"W-What are you doing, Rita?"
"Just taking off your pants, lover-boy... You don't want to be bothered with a lot of bloody fucking details when the time comes, do you?"
* * *
There was no further thought of remorse in the young wife's brain as Terri bucked back and forth between her two aging "captors" like a fleshy shishkabob, impaled from both ends and loving every second if it. For the first time in her young life, she felt freed completely absolved from guilt at enjoying the act of making love. No, not love... fucking. There was no other word for it, but fucking... and sucking... and, oh God, it was wonderful! Her hand was pumping the buzzing shaft of the black vibrator in and out of the blonde girl's asshole with almost sadistic abandon... the exact same way she'd like it to be done to her if the tables were turned. At the same time, she drove her feverishly sucking little mouth down so hard on Hugh Warren's liver-thick cock that the head of it lodged tightly in her throat before she was wont to raise her delighted face. And God, there was just no describing the feel of the pit boss' cock buried in her slippery pussy to the balls while he fucked her like a dog!
Big Joe Meyer gloated in obscene triumph as he felt Terri buck her naked teenage ass back tight against him with every forward stroke. Her little velvet pussy was rippling and drawing along the mottled surface of his lengthy penis like a berserk milking machine. Quickly now, he moved into longer, smoother strokes that brought his lust-swollen flesh almost all the way out of her cunt on the outstroke, then thrust forward again and again and again into her uplifted hindquarters until her could feel the sharp slap of his hot balls against the pulsing knob of her clitoris.
"Oh, Mr. Meyer... that's sooo good!" she gurgled around the poling cock in her mouth. "Oh, you can fuck me anytime you want!"
"Anytime bitch?" he queried lewdly, with a particularly vicious forward lunge.
"Anytime at all?"
"AAAuuurrrggghhh!
Oh, dear God, yesss, Mr. Meyer... Day or night... MMMfff... and I'll come running with my panties in my hand!"
"What about my friends...?"
"Them, too... MMMfff... Just tell me the address and what you want me to wear...." her voice trailed off on a gurgle as she whipped her tongue around the head of her husband's boss' cock in a cleaning swipe, trying to swallow as fast as Warren was leaking but finding it a virtually impossible task. She didn't even try to comprehend what had happened to her body in the last forty-five minutes or so, one new wave of passion after another coursed through her lust-tortured body to blot out any attempt at instant self-analysis. She was aware only of the fact that the initial pain of Big Joe's entry had gone entirely, replaced in full by the most stimulating and perverse sensations imaginable. God, she wondered if she'd ever be able to enjoy straight sex again after this... The mere idea of being forced to fuck all manner of cocks thrilled her to her very core. If this be evil, she mused delightedly, then I'm Satan's little sister!
As the pungent odors of Warren's lust-engorged cock slithering in and out of her mouth stung her flared nostrils, Terri began to run her tongue faster and faster over his hotly pulsating shaft and leaking, bulging glans-head. She might be sick, at least her parents back in Punxatawny might think so, but she never wanted it to stop! Her pussy contracted hotly around Meyer's thick prick in her rear in a series of uncontrollable spasms, and suddenly she knew that her first climax lay not more than a few more strokes away!
"Suck me, Terri, suck me harder!" Warren yelled around his own probing tongue in the young maid's pussy. "I'm almost there!"
In her own maniacal quest for fulfillment, the bride of eight weeks sucked the fat man's cock like a wanton slut, and the thickly swollen instrument disappeared half-way down her contracting throat as he drove upward, sinking in to the wiry hair at the roots. His sperm-bloated testicles danced lewdly beneath, slapping in unison with his thrusts against her upraised chin. And, then, his balls erupting like molten rockets, Warren jerked his cock suddenly away from her roundly sucking lips, holding it in his hand not two inches away from her ovalled mouth.
"Oh no, Mr. Warren! Please, I want it!... I've got to have it!"
Before she could lean forward far enough to recapture it in her mouth, Warren's angry red cock began to spew its lewd, sticky cum directly into her searching oral cavern. The thick, ropy squirts streamed hotly from the dancing tip, filling her waiting mouth to the brim, firing and misfiring as it shot not only into her mouth but her hair as well, and her forehead, and her cheeks, and finally popped right back into her sucking oral sheath again for its final half-dozen or so explosive bursts. And then, the air seemed to shatter with the explosive screams of the young maid astride the fat man's face as the pretty blonde reached down to jerk the vibrator from Terri's hand, rifling it in and out of her own ass now, as her prodigiously glowing juices poured into the copiously swallowing mouth of her employer.
As the pair before her panted out their completion and fell away, the young brunette housewife was able to concentrate fully on her own needs at the hands of the bald-headed pit boss fucking into her hot channel from the rear. She began to buck and writhe full force now, raising back up on her elbows so that the tips of her spilled-out breasts danced and quivered along the surface of the well-worn mattress. Fleetingly, she wondered just how many young wives the lewd Hugh Warren had taken on this very bed... Surely, they must've numbered in the hundreds... Even if he'd only had one new wife a week for the twenty-seven years Lloyd had told her he'd been in the business, that would be... Good Lord, I'm number one-thousand-four-hundred-and-something! And, drolly, she wondered what her mother would say if she knew that.
"Oh... Oh! Ohhhhhhh!" she chanted blissfully, undulating her magnificent, curvaceous buttocks eagerly back against his powerful lunges. She wanted the lewd pit boss to cum in her... wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything before in her life. She dropped her shoulders to the bed then, so that her buttocks were presented to him high in the air and his long, thick cock could fuck at will into her hot pink pussy. Her soft gray eyes were glazed with erotic rapture and she ground happily back against the violent intrusion, feeling the bald man's penis-head expand like a bloody fist against her tender cervix as if to mark the imminence of his pending release.
He's going to cum in me!
her young mind registered hotly. And, automatically, she reached back between her legs to graze and caress Meyer's churning balls, squeezing them with lingering affection, enchanted with their rubbery hairy feel. Her passion-flushed face, her little maid's cap now resting almost comically askew, was turned so that the enormous man could see the effect his pony-sized cock was having on her. He watched his lips open and close in the all-consuming torment of deliciously mounting rapture spiraling through her body, and he felt her clench the lips of her milking little pussy around his flesh on every out-stroke as if reluctant to let him go.
For Terri, there was nothing but overwhelming, previously inexperienced pleasures steadily building deep within her. God, she was almost there! "OOOooohhh! UUUggghhh! Fuck it, fuck it!" she screamed. "Fuck it hard... harder! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!... I'm CUMMING!
Her hips pounded backwards resoundingly as Meyer's furiously plunging prick worked brutally deeper and deeper into her now-creaming cunt. Terri had never realized the delightful abandon she would know with a man... Nor, such carnally beautiful sensations as she did at that moment, with her body quivering and convulsing wildly in her orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on in endless waves of sheer ecstatic bliss. She was gone; utterly in another world beneath this magnificent cock that continued to cause wildly exploding sensations of enchantment in her belly and loins.
"OOOhhh... ooohhh!" she moaned in her overwhelming rush, her senses blurred by the engulfing ecstasy of the moment. Dazedly then, she felt the bald-headed pit boss thrust so deeply into her heated vaginal channel that she thought surely it would pierce her lungs... God, he must be dimming, too!
She felt his strong loins jerk convulsively against the cushion of her lewdly upraised buttocks, and then a great surge of hot, swirling sperm flooded deep into her very womb, filling her quivering tenderness to the point of bursting before gushing back out again to drip from the ivory columns of her inner thighs. The young housewife heard him gasp again and again... until, at last, he grunted one final moan of release and fell heavily across her back, knocking her flat on the mattress. Oh, God! she thought. I'm cumming again! And then, the world went black.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Terri?... Terri, wake up and see who's here...!"
Terri stirred restlessly on the mattress, unwilling just yet to succumb to the intruding, unfamiliar feminine voice that belonged to the arm that shook her. She was having a dream... a very pleasant dream, where she was naked and alone in a room full of naked men, each sitting on a wooden chair set in an enormous circle, and she was going to each one in turn... allowing them to do what they wanted with her willing young body... and each was a little bigger than the one before it... !
"Terri!"
With a reluctant groan, the young brunette housewife cocked one gray eye Wearily open and tried to focus on the persistent voice. Whoever it belonged to had red hair... and was naked... and... God, it was Hugh Warren's secretary; the very same girl he'd had with him at the Golden Empress! Suddenly, she shot bolt upright, rubbing the backs of her battered thighs as she tried to focus now on the shadowy, equally naked male figure that stood behind the redhead and slightly to the side.
"Lloyd!"
"Hi, babe!" he snapped cruelly as he stepped quickly forward. "That was really quite a show you put on a few minutes ago!"
He stared down into his wife's frantically searching face, and the unmistakable question in her eyes, his own expression a mixture of lust and abhorrence. He saw that she was pleading with him to forgive her, but the only compassion he felt at that moment was towards his own cock.
"L-Lloyd...?" she queried hesitantly. "Honey, I... I can explain, if you'll just�_""
"Shut up, whore!" he snapped sullenly. "When I want your explanation, I'll beat it out of you!"
Terri's eyes clouded instantly. How could he say that... when he himself had set the whole thing up? "Lloyd, I only did what you wanted me to!" she demanded pathetically. "I didn't exactly volunteer, you know!"
"Well, you sure as hell made the most of it!" he shouted bitterly.
And, suddenly, the whole bizarre situation seemed almost laughable to the carnally-awakened young wife. Not only was her husband railing against the very adulterous situation he himself had instigated, he was standing there with a tremendous hard-on, while Hugh Warren's redheaded secretary jacked him off. It was absolutely ludicrous! She looked him straight in the eye then, in an uncharacteristic show of bravado that left the young husband slightly unnerved. "Oh, I get it now," she stated flatly. "As long as I hated it, it was okay... and, and�_""
"Listen, damnit�_""
"And, if that's the way you get your kicks, you're sick!" She was half-shouting now, tears of outrageous indignation streaming down her downy cheeks.
"I guess you're going to try and tell me you didn't enjoy it!" Lloyd taunted, impervious to her, for once, superior logic.
"Alright, stop it!... I mean it, Lloyd... shut-up!" Terri was tortured by the half-truths pouring heartlessly from her handsome young husband's angry mouth. No, she hadn't wanted it... but she had enjoyed it!
Lloyd stepped forward then, jerking her head back hard by the hair, his chest huffed up importantly as he drew back his hand to hit her. Then, hesitating, he felt Rita's slender fingers close around his wrist as she whispered a husky, "There's a better way, Lloyd Duncan."
Lloyd stared at her uncertainly. "What do you mean, 'a better way?'"
"Give her a taste of her own medicine, lover-boy," the redhead supplied. "Screw me right in front of her."
Lloyd's brow furrowed deeply as he mulled over the lewd suggestion that had tumbled from his boss' secretary's lips. "Okay," he said at last, "you're on!" He could feel the redhead's grip tighten around his poling cock as she used it as a handle to pull him onto the enormous round bed.
Terri watched the scene unfolding before her eyes with horrified fascination. She couldn't believe that Lloyd would actually, willingly, make love to another woman right in front of her... no matter what else he might have done. Her mind reeled with a mixture of jealousy, anger... and an inexplicable thrill of perverse excitement. God, she thought, I must be as bad as the rest of them!
She stared at the full, luscious body of Rita Collins now stretched languidly out on the bed beside her, her coppery haired pubic wedge naked for all the world�_" especially her husband, Lloyd�_"to see. Her arms were held out to him in near-supplication, the twin nipples of her soft and pliant breasts distending and stiffening rapidly in her mounting excitement. Lloyd stood for a moment in uncertainty, suddenly unsure whether or not he should go through with it; if, perhaps, he weren't punishing his errant bride too much. But then, the moistly parting lips of Rita's pink cunt thrust all other considerations from his mind.
As the young husband stepped forward to claim his prize, Hugh Warren, still lewdly sprawled on the far side of the bed, felt his own incorrigible cock stir again, as it always did at the sight of his hot-blooded young secretary about to give herself to the husband of one his little cunts. His pudgy hand dropped automatically to the rapidly swelling hugeness and began to massage it voluptuously into its former gargantuan proportions, his eyes never leaving the developing action on the other side of the mattress. He chuckled ominously as he heard Rita moan with pleasure, running her long-nailed fingers�_""witch fingers" he called them�_"through Lloyd's thick hair, urging him to do what he wanted with her.
The young husband responded by extending his caresses until his own curiously probing fingers were playing along the tight curls of her rusty thatch, idly letting his fingernails scrape across the unguarded surface of her weeping clitoral nub, and smiling as his ears caught the unmistakable moans of passions issuing from the redheads lips. He turned his head slightly and gazed at the defiant look of indignation etched across his own wife's perfect face, as she, in turn, sat hypnotized by the adulterous display she was witnessing.
Seated in an overstuffed chair in a far corner of the room, Big Joe Meyer sat nakedly watching with Janis Holmes balanced delightfully on his hairy knees. He, too, was enthralled by the scene before him... particularly by the sudden glint of arousal that sparkled in the young wife's wide gray eyes as she watched. He offered no protest when the young blonde maid reached down between his thighs and began to rub the deflated purple head of his cock between the still-dripping lips of her pussy.
"Oh, God... baby! I want you now... ! Rita rasped thickly as she pulled Lloyd down on top of her, raised her finely chiseled face and locked her mouth tightly against his. Her trembling, red-lacquered fingers slid down between their naked bodies to grasp and squeeze with voluptuous slowness the quivering length of his prick.
Lloyd gasped at the coolness of her long slender fingers, crushing his lips down hard against hers, their tongues locked in a dance macabre of unspeakable lust. He knew that Terri was watching only a few feet away, and he ground his body down hard against the redhead in an almost contemptuous display of his utter disregard for her feelings in the matter.
"Oh, Christ!" he blurted suddenly. "I want to fuck you, too, baby!"
"How, lover-boy?" Rita queried hotly around the parrying thrusts of his tongue. "Tell me how!"
"Hard! Deep and hard!... Right up you sexy fucking guts!"
"Oh, God," she sighed, "I can almost feel it already!"
Lloyd Duncan groaned above the hot redheaded secretary as he felt her moving the head of his cock up and down between her legs, parting the softly curled hair of her vagina with the pulsating, blood-filled head. The coppery curls grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't stand another second of this torture. Flicking his hips forward with a sudden thrust, the young husband drove his desire-swollen member abruptly up into the gaping hot mouth of Rita's tantalizing pussy.
"OOOhhh!... Baby, that's sooo goooooood!" she groaned as his long cock raced up her cunt to the full depths of her belly, suddenly hitting bottom, his balls slapping hard against the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
He thrust still harder, screwing his pelvis up tight into her loins so she couldn't escape if she'd wanted to. He deliberately made his cock throb deep inside her and was rewarded by another low moan from between her tightly clenched teeth. "Jesus, you're good, Rita," he stammered. "Hot and creamy and smooth...." his voice trailed off in a series of short pants.
Tears brimmed fully in Terri's eyes as she watched the naked secretary begin to rotate her pelvis beneath Lloyd's deep-sunk cock. She was seeing for the first time, with her own eyes, her young husband having sex with another woman, and she was so engrossed in what she was witnessing that she barely noticed Hugh Warren's beefy hand sneaking along her back.
"You might as well take this off," the lewd fat man suggested abruptly, indicating what was left of her little maid's uniform. "You're half hanging out of it, anyway." Hugh Warren waited a few seconds for a response. "Do you want to leave?" he queried knowingly.
"H-Huh...?"
"Do you want to go home?" he repeated.
"No... I don't think so," she managed after a brief pause. "I think I want to remember this for the rest of my life."
"Warren's pudgy fingers tugged impatiently at the zipper at the back of her dress. "Well then, let's get this thing off, shall we? It's just going to get in the way later."
Terri shrugged indifferently, reaching back to help him with the stubborn catch. "Sure, why not?" she said. "I don't think it makes any difference now... Nothing does."
Lloyd ground his pelvis into the squirming secretary beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins and thrusting them both off the bed a few inches from the force of her upward lunges. Her mouth hung open and her head flailed from side to side in wild abandon.
"Oh, fuck me hard!" she moaned, already delirious with pleasure. "Shove your finger in my ass! Do it, quick!"
Reaching under her, Lloyd searched with his middle finger for her anus. When he found the tiny puckered opening, he lubricated his finger with the fluids that had trickled out around his hard driving cock and began to probe at the cringing little asshole. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic ring fell before his attack and his finger slid in to the first knuckle. She cringed away, squirming beneath him to escape the initial pain of his entry. He pushed harder, sinking it into the second knuckle.
"AAAuuurrrggghhh... yesss!" she shrieked, screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was buried to the palm of his hand.
Experimentally, the young husband rotated it inside of the velvety depths of her rectum, feeling the thin wall of flesh that separated her two passages and the underside of his cock as it slid in and out of her. He began to pick up the same rhythm with his finger, sawing it in and out, skewering her with the lewd double fucking. To his delight, she again picked up the tempo, bucking madly and opening her legs wider to give him greater access to the dual ravishment of her loins. He could tell that she was near a climax as she began scissoring her legs open and shut in time to his long, hard thrusts into her and he began ramming harder, impaling her asshole with his finger to excite her more. He heard her gurgling and gasping beneath him and he drubbed into her with all his strength.
"Oh, I'm cumming!" she gasped frantically. "Fuck harder. Oh God, Lloyd, fuck me harder, I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
She drew back her thighs tighter until the whole of her wide-stretched pussy was offered up to him to fuck into as hard as he wanted. Her slim ankles locked over his shoulders and her pelvis writhed beneath him in a jerking dance of wildly abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth slipped open, her unseeing eyes rolling up toward the ceiling. A low, strangled scream suddenly forced itself from between her contorted lips and she screwed herself up on Lloyd's thickly ramming cock, locking herself to him with her thighs while her loins jerked spasmodically against his naked belly. A moment later, she collapsed limply beneath him. She lay still, except for the last trembling of her vaginal muscles around his rampant cock. He thrust deep into her, then lay quiet until she regained her strength.
"Looks like ol' Floyd's quite the lover," Warren whispered in Terri's ear as she sat beside him, trembling with shock and horror.
The young wife just stared as if paralyzed at her husband's still rigid cock, lying quietly now in Rita's dripping cunt. She moved suddenly as her eyes rose to his face, and found his eyes staring at her with a look of defiance, and even challenge.
"What's the matter, Terri?" he said brutally, "don't you like to see me enjoying myself?"
Terri was taken aback at the coarseness of his innuendo, and could only manage to shake her head no, slowly and unconvincingly.
"Well," her husband continued, still cutting her with the sharpness of his sarcasm, "that's too fuckin' bad!"
"Lloyd, I�_""
"Mr. Warren looks like he'd be happy to entertain you again... Wouldn't you, Mr. Warren?" He glanced contemptuously at his employer. "And since you two seem to enjoy each other so much, it would be a shame if you let my presence inhibit you. After all, Rita and I aren't done yet by a long shot. Are we, baby?"
"No, lover-boy, not by a long shot," the Titian-haired secretary responded. "Why don't you roll on your back and let me give you a little something to remember me by?"
With an evil grin on his face, and his eyes not leaving his shocked wife's face, Lloyd extracted his swollen cock from Rita's glistening pink furrow and rolled away from her onto his back, lying tensely with his obscenely bobbing hardness aimed straight up at the ceiling overhead.
He folded his arms behind his neck so he could watch as she reached out and began stroking him, sliding the loose outer flesh of his rock-hard shaft up and down in a mesmerizing rhythm that increased the ache in his balls almost beyond endurance. Then, she scrambled to her knees and leaned over his loins, her face a scant two inches from the blood-engorged head of his lust-hardened cock.
Her head dropped slowly and then her pointed tongue was flicking teasingly into the wetness of the tiny opening on the tip. Lloyd sucked in his breath as chills rippled along his spine. She dipped lower, enveloping the entire sensitive head of his penis in the moist, warm pressure of her lips. As her mouth tightened around it, he involuntarily thrust his pelvis upward, pushing more of his tingling male flesh up into the hot wet cavity of her sucking mouth.
Terri could hardly breathe. She could hardly believe what she was seeing as Rita Collins lowered her head to Lloyd's hot scarlet cock. "Rita's going to suck him off," Warren breathed heavily in her ear.
"Oh, God," the young bride moaned, tears brimming in her eyes. The awful sight of Lloyd's penis disappearing into the redhead's hungrily ovalled mouth was just too much for her to stand.
The sounds coming from them made her shudder�_"wet sucking noises, punctuated occasionally by small mewls and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She wanted to get up and run, but knew her legs would not support her. She could do nothing but sit there and listen in torment while that woman made love to her husband. Suddenly, she was aware of Hugh Warren's hand, softly massaging one of her breasts. He gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft, rubbery nipple, sending a flash of pain and, unexpectedly, pleasure shooting down the full length of her spine.
Frantically, she twisted against him, coming to face again the lewd spectacle of the voluptuous secretary sucking her husband. In her abrupt panic, the sight caught her by surprise and she stared for a moment, fascinated by the obscene act they were performing. Instead of the absolute revulsion she should have felt, she could feel a strange light-fingered quivering up between her tensely trembling thighs. She clenched her eyes shut again, but could not block out the lewd, inciting picture. The soft moans and wet sucking sounds forced themselves into her ears, magnifying the obscene image many times over.
As she felt her body begin to betray her for the second time that day, Terri uttered a low, helpless groan which was quickly choked off by Warren's liverish lips pressing hard against her own. His tongue snaked lewdly into her tender mouth, causing her to squirm frantically in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion stealing over her. She tried to get away from him, but the fat man's strength proved too much for her to handle.
"Did ya see that?" the obese club-owner whispered, pulling her tightly to him as he whispered into her ear. "He fucked her, and now she's suckin' him off!"
"Y-Yes, I... I see," Terri mumbled, his strange words lewdly exciting her. "She's... She's sucking him."
Warren turned her abruptly around to face him, suddenly grinding his pelvis tightly against her, sliding his pudgy hands down to the softness of her boyish buttocks and pulling her loins tightly to him until she could feel the heat emanating from his enormous hairy paunch. "I think you oughta pay him back," he cackled as he kissed her throat.
"Oh no, please, we can't... not again!" she whimpered, and her body stiffened as she felt her husband's boss begin to massage the soft white cheeks of her ass from behind in his efforts to draw her still closer to him.
The teenage bride clenched her eyes tightly, fighting with all her inner strength against the sudden quickening sensations in her loins. But, the soft caress of the club-owner's fingers against her nipples, and the hardness of his penis crushing against the baby-softness of her abdomen brought soft moans of helpless submission to her lips. She gasped and held her breath as she felt his fingers in contact with her naked flesh, squirming back, whimpering hopelessly, as one thick fingertip found the sensitive flesh of her rising clitoris. Gently parting the soft, resilient pubic hair, Hugh Warren dipped his middle finger into the wetly trembling passage of her yearning cunt, teasing the hardened bud of her clitoral nub. It was dripping with unwanted desire... desire that suddenly saturated her entire being and threatened to overwhelm her. Tears of humiliation cascaded down Terri's cheeks as, to her utmost horror, she found herself again reacting to the maddening caresses of her breasts and pussy, a pulsing knot of itching compulsion spreading through her now-squirming loins.
"Spread your legs, sweetie," Warren commanded harshly. "Spread them long motherfuckers as far as they'll go!"
"Oh God, no... please!" she pleaded through her mixed tears and desire.
And then, she felt the aroused club-owner drop his thick lips to her nut-brown pubic wedge and gently spread the softly curling hair with his tongue.
"No!" she resisted stubbornly. "It's not right, Mr. Warren!"
Warren glanced up at her and smiled. "You mean to tell me ol' Floyd ain't never sucked your cunt, baby!" he laughed incredulously. "Well, I'm gonna tongue-fuck ya 'til ya walk with a limp!"
Terri groaned in helpless submission as his incredibly lascivious words made her tremble with a strangely wanton desire. She shuddered in unwilling arousal as she felt him parting her pubic hair and slowly draw his tongue along the shimmering satin surface of her vaginal tract. Next to her on the bed, she could Lloyd lifting himself up on his elbows to get a better look at Rita's contorted face wrapped around his massive swollen cock. And then, she felt Warren's tongue dart hungrily, deeply into the warm throbbing walls of her pussy.
The sight of his swollen rod of lust-hardened flesh sunk halfway up between his boss' secretary's lips increased Lloyd's pleasure a hundredfold. Still wet and glistening from the juices of the redhead's cunt, it gleamed like a strip of fresh liver as he felt her lipstick-coated lips nibbling along the rippling surface in her efforts to absorb the remaining exposed inches she had yet to take in her throat. He could feel the softness of her educated tongue swirling maddeningly around the gaping head as she reached up to firmly hold him at the base with her trembling hand, her long-nailed fingers dropping down to tickle the Prickly surface of his balls. Jesus, this bitch can suck cock! the young husband thrilled. If Terri can learn to give head like this, I may launch her on a career of her own!
Rita sensed Lloyd's throbbing reactions and began to suck his thickly swollen cock a little harder, the edges of her perfect teeth scraping gently along the pulsing length of his penis shaft to leave tiny white trails of bloodless evidence where they had left their mark beneath the thin skin at the surface. From the corner of her eye, she could see Terri's startled face as she watched, and somehow managed a wicked smile around the turgid girth of the girl's husband's cock. Look and learn, sweetness, she dropped one curling eyelash. Here's some tricks you can use on the next guy you suck... whoever that turns out to be...
Terri gasped, twisting uncontrollably as Hugh Warren's tongue flicked out like a lizard's against the quivering erect knob of her slippery clit, then drew back through the surrounding fragrant fur and coralline flesh to begin another prolonged lap that would end in a delicious stab that felt as if it had reached her very soul. And then, just when she had begun to love it, the lewd man raised his moisture-slickened jowls and beamed, "I'm gonna cornhole ya now, baby!"
"W-Wha...?"
"I'm gonna cornhole ya," he repeated. "Fuck ya in the ass!"
His lascivious words sent a new flurry of excitement through her lust-heated loins, but, damn, she wanted something in her cunt, too!
"C-Cant we do it the regular way, Mr. Warren?" she pleaded. "My pussy's sooo hot!"
Hugh Warren's jowlish face broke into a satanic grin as his eyes caught sight of the well-used black vibrator lying abandoned in the middle of the enormous bed. "Here ya go, sugar, try this on for size!"
He picked it up and handed it to her, and Terri held the object reverently as she rolled immediately over on her hands and knees and assumed the required position. "Like this, Mr. Warren?" she queried.
"Yeah, that's fine, baby... If you ain't gettin' tired of doin' it like a fucking bitch dog."
"But I like playing bitch, Mr. Warren," she confessed from the bottom of her blackest heart. Then, in an offhanded reference to his utter obesity, "Don't sows do it this way, too?"
Warren moved up tight behind her, smiling broadly as he felt her free hand reach back between her thighs for his cock, her slender fingers barely encircling its supreme thickness. He felt her shake as she realized again its tremendous size, and he quickly reached down and grabbed it away from her lest she have second thoughts about taking him up the ass.
Terri felt the huge rubbery head moving up and down, parting the sparse hair of her cunt, dipping in slightly until she thought that perhaps he was having a change of heart about the object of his desires. Then, she realized that he was merely wetting it for the still-greater penetration to come. God, she'd barely taken Lloyd the other night... How was she supposed to take this gorilla-sized appendage back there!
Warren levered forward from the hips as he centered the bulbous tip of his penis at the quaking entrance to her once-used rectal channel. Then, drawing a deep breath of determination, he began to press irresistibly inward, an excruciating fraction-of-an-inch at a time, until the entire fish-mouth head and an accompanying inch of shaft were lodged firmly in her anal passage. "Don't fight it, baby," he advised her unnecessarily, "I just want to sodomize you... not make a cripple out of you."
"Nooo, please... I can't take it!" she babbled. "It's... It's bigger than I thought it would be back there!"
Hugh Warren could barely contain the excitement Terri's anguished pleas were bringing him as he laboriously continued to press into her, this time by whole inches. And then, with a grimace of forgotten patience, he rammed forward unmercifully, his enormous weight, nearly three-hundred-pounds of it, forcing her shoulders to the mattress and knocking the wind out of her lungs. He could look around now and see their reflections vanishing into infinity in the elaborate network of mirrors that covered most of the surrounding walls; the lewd contrast of his hairy enormity next to her, but for the enormous platform shoes, total nudity filling him with unsurpassed lewdness. His long red cock plunged thickly into her moist, unyielding anal tract with a vengeance, pushing the soft fleshy folds of her intimate interior in rippling waves before it until, at last, he felt his big hairy balls slap resoundingly against the dripping mouth of her vagina.
"Oh God, stooopppppp...!" she wailed. "You're... killing me!"
The young wife's ass began to jerk and buck like that of an unbroken mare as she sought desperately to dislodge the intruding lust-purpled shaft that threatened to bore right through her stomach. Still, no matter how hard she tried, her strength was no match for the wicked club-owner's. There was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent the lewd event. She was going to get "cornholed" whether she liked it or not!"
In a far corner of the room, totally forgotten now by the foursome on the big round bed, Janis Holmes rode valiantly up and down on Meyer's cock in a sitting position while he, in turn, reached around front of her to maul and squeeze her pearshaped breasts with utter disregard for her comfort. The twenty-two-year-old blonde was thrilled, deeply thrilled, with the events of the morning, and her excitement seemed to pour from her hot young cunt and through the big man's cock as he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck beneath her shimmering golden tresses.
"You like it, don't you baby?" the bald-headed pit boss questioned knowingly. "You like what they're doing on the bed... What we were doing... You like it dirty, don't you?"
"OOOhhh, yessa!" she hissed breathlessly. "I love it!"
"How dirty?" he persisted.
"The dirtier the better," she panted, not knowing what he was leading up to, but thrilled with the dripping lewdness in his voice.
"The boss tells me you have a very pretty little girl," he answered her unspoken question.
Janis didn't know why, but her hot young cunt seemed to flower a little wider around the big man's cock. "Yes," she responded curiously, "Debbie's a very pretty little girl."
"I'd like to see her."
Still pumping lewdly up and down the pit boss' leaking foot-long cock, her slender fingers tightly gripping his hairy thighs for support, the young mother choked, "But she's too young!"
Meyer chuckled lewdly, his cock soaring another inch as he realized her tone wasn't in the least offended, merely doubtful in a highly conspiratorial sort of way. "They're never too young," he stated matter-of-factly. "She can suck, can't she?"
Janis felt as if her guts had suddenly turned to pudding. "OOOhhh, yesss!" she cooed. "She can suck and suck and suck...!"
Terri's initial anguish was such that she was barely aware that Meyer and Janis had gone upstairs to the playroom. Her belly had never been filled so completely in her life, and Warren's big fat cock felt as though it had ripped her asshole to shreds. She could feel its every fleshy ridge, cruelly stretching her insides as she flexed her rectal muscles automatically around it. But, the throb of her soft inner flesh only seemed to incite the lewd club-owner still further and she felt him reaming ever deeper into her vainly resisting teenage rectum. Helplessly, she clenched her perfect teeth and endured it.
Beside them, Lloyd groaned brokenly as he lifted his head higher off the bed to watch Rita's sucking face, her lips widely stretched with the thickness of his aching cock buried deep in her steaming oral sheath. She was massaging the resilient softness of his testicles as she sucked smoothly up and down the entire lust-purpled shaft, the sight of it causing Lloyd's loins to jerk lewdly upwards from the pelvis, as if he were trying to strangle the willing secretary. Practically all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made, engorged with his fiery young blood, a pulsating shaft like a creature with its own separate existence beyond his conscious control.
Rita was elated by his throbbing reaction and began to suck him faster, harder, jerking his muscled loins up tight against her face as she continued to devour him with her lushly coated lips. Her entire being was caught up in the spirit of the moment, but then, she suddenly wanted more! Quickly now, she twisted her supple body into a new position, elevating her shimmering alabaster buttocks up on her trembling knees, as she thrust it lewdly back towards the tortured face of the sodomized young wife beside her.
"I think she wants you to eat her," Warren observed calmly as he noticed his secretary's sudden shift of position.
"W-Wha...?" Terri choked, nearly engulfed in the pain that emanated from her asshole.
"Eat her!" the lewd man snapped, slapping his beefy hands down hard on the girl's already-tortured ass. "No!!!!"
Terri raised her face up off the mattress a few inches, her nose but a breath away from the snowy perfection of the redhead's unblemished behind. She could see the wispy little tight curls of pubic thatch peeking out enticingly from the juncture of the secretary's thighs, and a sudden lump formed in her throat at the thought of what they expected her to do next. Could she? she wondered, even through her numbing pain. Could she really thrust her tongue up the cunt of a whore like Rita Collins?
"Eat me, goddam it!" the redhead gurgled suddenly around the turgid shaft of the girl's husband's penis. "What are you waiting for!"
Even through her anal discomfort, Terri could feel an exciting quickening of her pulse as she inched forward slightly, with Warren still in tow, to give the redhead's beckoning white buttocks a preliminary peck. The secretary's naked flesh was hot and flushed and sweet with expensive perfume, and inexplicably, the hot young wife allowed herself the luxury of letting her lingual member lathe in experimental circles all over one satin cheek.
"Stick it in!" the redhead gurgled passionately. "Stick your tongue in it!"
Terri's stomach did an anxious flip as she lowered her pretty face slightly to part the coppery bush of Rita's pussy with the tip of her tongue. And then, fired with devils she hadn't even known existed, the young wife stabbed deeply, her slippery intrusion bringing a delighted moan from the secretary's sucking throat. Oh, God... it's good! she suddenly realized. Hot and smooth and gamey... but clean, in a peculiar musky sort-of-way! And then, as she allowed her tongue to slither voluptuously in and out of the redhead's hot pink cunt, she realized that in spite of�_"indeed, perhaps because of�_"her sudden change of attention, the deeply embedded cock in her ass almost felt good in there!
"Oh, suck it... Suck it!" Lloyd gasped through clenched teeth. "Suck my hot cock!"
Rita's body was starting to gleam from the sheen of perspiration forming over her satin skin, and Lloyd felt a strong pressure building up to an unbelievable pitch in his hot young balls as he watched her buck lewdly back onto the thrusting tongue of his beautiful brunette bride. He knew it wouldn't be long now; his cock felt like it was ready to explode. He thrust deep back in her throat now, in lewd parody of the pace his fat boss was fucking into the ass of his little wife. Fuck it, he thought, fuck it all!... So my wife's a whore and I'm getting sucked by the boss' secretary... Fuck it!
Terri didn't even try to comprehend what had happened to her body, the new wave of arousal that was saturating her entire being. Her tongue slid hotly, smoothly in and out of Rita's dripping grooved channel while she began to buck back in earnest now on Hugh Warren's big bull cock. And then, delightfully, she remembered the dildo in her hand and, flicking the switch in the handle as she'd seen Janis do earlier, she thrust it promptly and unceremoniously back between her trembling legs.
The huge plastic cock rippled smoothly into her weeping vaginal tract like a living thing, all the way to the hilt, its lewd vibrations causing little rippling sensations right up to her very womb. Warren, too, could feel the delightful sensations, even through the connecting flesh that joined her hot pussy with her asshole, and the electric thrills drove him to new heights of lustful abandon. He could feel his own release, his third that morning, beginning to boil in his balls as he watched Terri close her eyes and thrust her tongue in slavish delight up Rita's coppery fringed cunt. The cords in the young wife's neck and thighs were standing out boldly in the fervency of her desire, and it was equally obvious to the lecherous club-owner that both she and his redheaded secretary would both be climaxing soon. He moved into longer, smoother strokes then, strokes that brought his lust-purpled cock nearly all the way out of her clasping rectal sheath on the outstroke, then thrusting forward powerfully from his weighty hips to re-impale her to his balls.
"Oh, Mr. Warren," the hot wife gasped, her voice strangely muffled by the fluted coralline flanges of the redhead's cunt, "it's so good!"
Warren worked his cock around and around inside of her, feeling the muscular ridges of her asshole sucking purposefully at his swollen hardness as he crashed and pounded like a madman. Damned if she isn't cumming, he mused as she stiffened beneath him. The little bitch beat us all to the draw this time!
"Oh... Oh!... OH!" the little brunette purled as her second orgasm hit her. "Ohhh... it's wonderful...!"
With a deep-throated moan of delight, Terri's body quivered out the throes of her release, her hand busily plunging the humming black dildo in and out of her pussy, while her tongue worked Rita's cunt to a virtual froth. And then, deliciously, she could feel Warren pump once, twice... and then her ass began to fill with sperm.
As if the young wife's orgasm had triggered its lewd response through the electric tip of her tongue, Rita too, began to tip delightfully over the brink. She sucked like a demon as she felt the first bolt of her climax rifle through her abdomen. She was determined that all of them would make it together, if she had to suck Lloyd's balls right out of his prickly scrotum to do it!
"Oh, sweet fucking Jesus!" the young husband bellowed suddenly as the redhead's knowing fingers began to milk the seed from his nuts. "I'm cummmminnnggg tooooo!"
Spurt after endless spurt of both men's rich thick cum pumped into the chosen orifices of the girls they fucked and were sucked by. Rita gagged and coughed spasmodically as she swallowed to regain her breath, but kept sucking wildly as the young husband continued to empty into her mouth. And then, little by little, the now-satiated penis began to slip noisily from her mouth and, as she herself disengorged her cunt from the still-probing lingual digit of the young brunette to fall back exhausted on the mattress, she could see Hugh Warren thrust and hold, his eyes rolled obscenely back in his piggish skull, as he drained himself of his final half-cup of jizz.
A stillness crept over the room then, punctuated only by heavy breathing, as the four naked people lay panting in their efforts to catch their collective breath. Terri had somehow managed to escape from under Warren's massive form when the fat man had finally collapsed himself, and she was now laying on her side, her head propped up on one elbow as she looked happily at her treacherous young husband and piped a lighthearted, "Thanks, darling... I really needed that!"
Inexplicably, Lloyd just glared at her coolly, then got up from the bed and went into the adjoining room to reclaim his hastily shed clothing. Even he didn't know for sure what he was planning to do, but he knew if he didn't get out of that madhouse soon, he'd go nuts.
Terri blinked curiously as she watched her husband leave, only to return a few minutes later, fully dressed. "Go get your clothes on, Terri," he snapped abruptly, "we're getting the hell out of here!"
Terri looked at his tight featured face and protested, "But, darling, it's early... We can't go now; Mr. Warren hasn't even spanked me yet!"
"Goddam it, let's go!"
"I don't want to go home, Lloyd... You can come back and get me later, and�_""
"Fat fucking chance, bitch... And I wasn't talking about home anyway; I was talking about putting you on the first bus headed for Pennsylvania!"
An icy silence permeated the room then, as the young wife's eyes brimmed again with tears... tears that oddly never fell... tears that suddenly turned to peals of ironic laughter as she watched her red-faced husband spin around on his heels to leave.
"Don't worry about that punk," Warren assured her as the door slammed furiously behind him. "If Floyd tries anything cute, I'll have his balls cut off and stuffed for ya!"
"And besides," Rita added, "his cock wasn't all that big, anyway."
Terri smiled warmly. "What time are your guests arriving, Mr. Warren?" she queried. "This is one party I think I'm going to enjoy!"
CHAPTER NINE
Lloyd Duncan couldn't have found a better place to forget the past than a lumber-mill in Grants Pass, Oregon. It was a far cry from the relatively posh existence he'd been leading as a dealer back in Reno, but the hard work, yes even the blisters on his hands, were like a healthy balm to him... a healthy purge for all the demons that had assailed him.
He didn't really regret leaving Terri; not after the kind of whore she'd turned out to be. But, there were still times, when work was finished and he lay dozing on his bunk listening to the "jacks" and "toppers" swap tales taller than the Douglas firs they cut, that he could hear her biting laughter as if she were in the same room with him. After three months, it was just as clear as it had been that fateful day when he'd learned just what a selfish slut she really was.
It was a good thing, really, since he had himself a new girl now. Her name was Wanda, and she worked at a little diner on the south edge of town. No, she wasn't as pretty as Terri... but then, she wasn't a whore, either.
If there was one thing Lloyd Duncan couldn't stand, it was a whore.
* * *
Terri braked the rented car to a ragged halt in front of the crudely lettered sign that read: JACKRABBIT RANCH V2-MILE. It was right where Rita had told her it would be, and a smile... small but self-assured, etched its way across her pretty face as she dropped the vehicle back into gear and turned off on the dirt road indicated by the accompanying proverbial arrow.
The road was bumpy, but well-worn, and the young brunette divorcee had only gone a little ways when she caught her first glimpse of the house that was to become her "home" for a long time to come... Or, cum, as the case might be. There were already several cars and pick-up trucks parked out front, even though it was still early in the morning, but the young brunette was lucky enough to find an empty slot right in front of the front door. "Well girl," she sighed aloud as she opened the door to go inside, "here goes nothin'!"
The skinny man with the toothpick looked the young girl up and down with critical approval and announced, "Well, we got ten broads workin' here now... But I guess we got enough business to handle one more... At least with tits like those." Terri breathed a small sigh of relief as he continued, "I reckon I can show you on back to the boss now... You sure you're of age?... Prostitution's legal in Nevada, but you gotta be of age!"
"I'm of age," Terri grinned broadly.
The man with the toothpick shook his head incredulously. "Well, it's up to you, I reckon," he thought aloud. "But it beats the hell outta me why a classy dame like you would want to be a whore."
"I like to fuck," Terri explained. Then, glancing obviously toward the rising lump in the caretaker's filthy overalls, "And suck, too...!"
CHAPTER TEN
Bill Jameson sat in the Circus Room of Hugh Warren's Big Top casino drinking double bourbons. He gulped them down almost as fast as they came, each sending a shudder up his backbone... or what was left of it. He had a pretty good idea what it was Hugh Warren was going to say to him; "Big Joe" Meyer had been fairly lucid on that point when he said he'd talk to the boss about Bill's taking his place as pit boss when he moved up to the new place in Tahoe. Still, he only wished he had enough balls to just get up and walk out right then and there... job or no job. But, no, fucking punk that he was, he would sit right where he was until Big Joe came to tell him it was time to see the boss. This promotion, and the salary that went with it, meant a lot to him... Donna would just have to understand.
But, Jesus, just the thought of that fat-assed son-of-a-bitch, Hugh Warren, putting his filthy fucking hands on his wife of six years was enough to make the twenty-nine-year-old husband go white. Sweet fucking Donna, just turned twenty-five last August, the mother of his twin daughters, for Christ's sake. Jesus, he might even make her suck his cock... or flick her in the ass!
Things seemed to slant slightly askew as Bill stared at the world thought the bottom of his third glass of bourbon. And then, he felt Big Joe's familiar heavy hand on his shoulder. "It's time, Bill," the big man laughed. "The Boss is ready to see you now!"
* * *
"Y-You mean you want me to let you go to bed with my wife, Donna? the young husband stammered as if he d heard it for the first time.
"That's the price of your promotion, Phil ol' buddy�_""
"Bill."
"That's the price, Bill... There's a lot of guys with more seniority than you got around here that should get that job, y'know... Don't you young punks know better'n to look a gift horse in the mouth?"
Bill felt slightly nauseous, a mixture of the rapidly imbibed bourbon in the bar, and the disgusting sight of his obese employer sitting there with his feet propped up on his desk, an enormous half-chewed black cigar planted in his liverish sixty-year-old lips. "But how...?" he managed.
Hugh Warren flicked an imaginary ash off the lapel of his tailored white suit as if that were the most important consideration of the moment. Then, staring blankly at the ceiling, "Phil, baby, you just get her out to my place for the weekend, and I'll take care of the rest of it."
"Jesus Christ, Mr. Warren... What am I supposed to say to her?"
"Tell her my maid's sick or something, and I told you to ask her to help out 'cause I got some important people coming... That's the way we worked it out with Terri Duncan and it worked like a charm... Best assfucking in the State of Nevada, even if I did break her in."
Like a speeded-up movie, all kinds of lewdly obscene pictures started running through the young husband's brain as he thought of Hugh Warren running his pudgy thick-fingered hands all over Donna's naked body, touching her softly rounded ass-cheeks and flaring hips, putting his hot penis between her soft white breasts...
"Of course the whole thing'll depends on what she looks like," Warren interjected. "I only got Joe Meyer's word to go on, so you better fix it up to take her out to dinner at the Tres Caballeros tomorrow night so's I can get a look at her."
Bill swallowed dryly. "Y-You're sure Donna won't get hurt? I mean, if I say okay?" his voice was quavering as if were about to break.
"Naw, I ain't no goddam pervert," the lewd fat man cackled gamely, a diamond-studded pinky absent-mindedly finding its way up one nostril. "I've had a lot of practice breaking in these young bitches... She'll be suckin' and fuckin' to beat the band when I get through with her!"
Bill swallowed dryly. "Alright," he half-whispered, "y-you're on."
"Good boy, Phil!" Warren brightened as he got to his feet and extended his beefy paw across the massive desk. "Now, don't forget, tomorrow at eight, Tres Caballeros...!"
As Bill unsteadily found his feet and accepted his employer's hand, he couldn't help but notice the enormous bulge in the fat man's slacks, and the spreading stain of semen where the head of his erection should be. Jesus, he thought, nobody could have a cock that size!
* * *
"What's the matter, Donna?" Bill queried innocently. "You look like somebody just took a shot at you."
"That man!" she stammered brokenly. "The fat one, over there by the bandstand... He's staring at me!"
Bill turned and cast a quick glance over his shoulder. He knew perfectly well who Donna was talking about, but he had to play out his hand as carefully as possible. Getting his pretty blonde wife to go along with the plan was going to be tough enough as it was. "That's Hugh Warren," he shrugged with pretended indifference, "my boss... He's probably just looking over here because he recognizes me."
"Who's the redhead he's with?"
"Her?... Uh, that's Rita something-or-other... His secretary."
"I'll bet!"
Bill took another calming sip of his drink. "Don't pay any attention to them, Donna... Enjoy your enchiladas."
"Bill Jameson!" she stammered. "He's looking at me like I was sitting here with my breasts hanging out, and you tell me, "Enjoy your enchiladas, Donna'!"
"Alright, goddam it! I'll go have a word with him, okay?" He cursed himself again and again for falling prey to his own weakness as he edged his way across the tightly packed ring of tables that surrounded the dance floor.
"Hi, Phil," Warren said without smiling as Bill reached the table. "Enjoying your dinner?" He didn't offer to shake hands, to Bill's relief, and instead sat back in his chair, almost glaring up in his face. "You know Rita, I suppose?" he asked shrewdly, noticing Bill's sidelong glance in her direction.
"Yeah, I've seen her around the club," the young dealer replied, slightly embarrassed by the cool, calculating gaze Warren's secretary was giving him, a suggestive little smile beginning to play at the corners of her full sensuous mouth.
"That the little woman?" the fat man asked, giving his head a little toss in Donna's direction.
"She's a real cutie. Why don't you ask her to join us?"
"Uh, thanks anyway, Mr. Warren, but... Uh, she had a headache, and�_"" Warren saw easily through the young employee's stammered lie. "What the fuck is she, some kind of goddamn prima donna!" he snarled.
"Uh, no... Donna ain't been around much, Mr. Warren... I mean...." he let his voice train off for lack of anything suitably convincing to complete the sentence. �_" The fat man glared at him icily for a long moment. "Is that all her on top?" he said at last. "Then) tits ain't the kind you blow up are they?"
Bill's face flushed as red as the taco sauce that had dribbled down the fat man's tie. "Uh, yeah... that's all Donna," he forced a smile.
"Go tell her I wanna dance with her before you go!"
Bill started to protest, but realized the uselessness of his reaction when Warren focused pointedly at the wife across the room.
As Donna watched her husband inch his way back to their table, she could tell that something was troubling him. "Now, who's getting shot at?" she laughed nervously.
Bill quickly drained his drink and ordered another before he got around to answering, "They, uh, wanted us to join them."
"Oh, Jesus!... What did you say?"
"I said you had a headache."
"Whew!"
Bill fumbled nervously for a cigarette. "Uh, Mr. Warren wants to have a dance with you before we head for home," he half-whispered around the initial puff.
"Horseshit!"
"Hey look, Donna, I don't like it any better than�_""
"I won't do it, Bill! He's... He's repulsive!
Bill studied his pretty blonde wife's petite features for a brief second before shrugging, "Well, clean your plate then, babe... We'd better get home and tell Alice and Kendra that daddy's looking for another job."
Donna felt her cheeks coloring hotly. "He wouldn't!" she stammered. "I mean, just because I didn't want to dance with him...?"
"Wouldn't he?" Bill said over the rim of his freshened glass.
"N-Not, if you told him I was sick," she blustered.
"Oh? And what do I do when he says, 'Sorry Bill... Uh, we got more blackjack dealers than we can use right now'?"
Donna quickly downed the rest of her drink. "Alright, I'll do it then," she sighed resignedly. "But just one dance, okay?"
"One dance, Donna," the treacherous young husband echoed.
Out on the dance floor, Donna soon discovered her strength was no match for that of her husband's obnoxious employer. Hugh Warren held her so tightly against him that she couldn't breathe, her generous white breasts squashed nearly flat against his flabby chest, while below, to her utter horror, his rapidly stiffening cock pressed firmly into the yielding softness of her stomach through the thin material of the tiny dress Bill had forced her to wear for the occasion. God, she couldn't even protest for fear of her husband's promotion!
"You're a real smooth dancer, Donna," the lewd boss stated flatly. "If you're half this good in the sack, ol' Phil's really got himself a hot piece!"
"Mr. Warren, please...!" she gasped despite her better intentions.
"Please?" the fat man laughed. "Hey, a good-lookin' piece like you shouldn't have to say please to nobody!"
Donna bit her lower lips to keep from scratching out the lewd man's eyes... even as he pulled her belly still more insistently against his erect penis.
"O' Phil tell you the terms of our little deal?" he queried hotly into her burning ears.
"W-What deal!"
"The deal where I pay him three grand a month when he gets his promotion... If, you let me fuck you once in awhile."
"T-Three thousand!" she repeated, rolling the magic figure off her tongue like a piece of candy.
"Throw in the kids, and I'll make it four."
"No!"
"No?... You don't like the terms, baby?" he pressed his cock hotly into her belly again.
"I mean about the kids," she blurted. "You can fuck me, but not the kids." She knew she must be blushing a beet red, but she ground her pelvis back responsively now against the strange hot cock that had suddenly appeared somehow exciting. Three thousand a month was a lot of money... !
"That's okay, baby... you can always change your mind later if you want the extra thou." He reached up quietly between them then and squeezed her pliant breasts with his pudgy fingers. "You got big tits, too," he laughed. "I like big tits."
Donna was never so relieved in her life as when the music finally stopped and the fat man ushered her reluctantly back to her husband at the table.
"What's the matter, honey," Bill questioned needlessly as soon as Warren had wandered back to his own table. "You're as white as a sheet!"
"I... I don't feel too well, Bill," she gasped. "Could we go home now?"
"You want another drink, baby?"
"I want to go home, Bill... Now!"
Never, not in her whole life, would she ever have been able to imagine herself actually getting sick with desire over a fat man's cock.
As the Jamesons made their hasty exit through the front door, Hugh Warren leaned over and whispered hotly in Rita's ear, "She jumped on it even quicker than that Duncan bitch!"
The young couple failed to notice that the red-haired secretary's head was suddenly thrown back in outrageous peals of laughter.
