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LCS70005 The Hottest Secretary By Donna Allen

CHAPTER ONE

Holding up the weight of her heavy tits, twenty-six-year-old
Karen Driscoll looked at her nude image in the mirror.

She was hot. Anticipation always did that to her-her nipples
started tingling, her pussy juiced up, and her body demanded
relief of the tension. Tomorrow she would start a new job as a
secretary with an insurance company, and the excitement of it had
the tissues of her cunt congested and on fire.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her tits were like two
melons topped by hard red strawberries. Her stomach was trim from
daily exercise. Her hips and ass were full and round and womanly.
The dark hair covering her cunt mound made her pussy deliciously
prominent. Cupping her tits in her palms, she squeezed them to
make her nipples pucker out.

I deserve the best, she thought. She had a crummy little
apartment in a building without very much class and she knew she
deserved more than that. A woman with her looks ought to have
clothes and money. Four years in her previous job had led
nowhere. She'd been too meek. Now that she had a new job, she was
determined to get to the top. She was determined, in fact, to
marry the president of Fidelity Insurance, a man she'd never even
seen!

Slipping a hand down between her legs, she cupped her pussy to
feel the heat of it against her palm.

It was mid-afternoon, the sun bright and cheery, but the balmy
weather somehow made her sexually desperate.

She'd had lovers, but most of the men she knew were jerks. Their
idea of a hot date was a gallon of booze and, if they could make
it to bed, a quick fuck before passing out. The next morning they
would rave about what a great time they'd had. She was tall and
leggy and she had beautiful tits and a great ass. She was tired
of jerks. She hoped the men she'd meet at Fidelity Insurance
would be more interesting. She'd be working for Don Graham, the
advertising manager. Somehow she would get to know the president.
Somehow she would get up there at the top.

In the meantime she had a dripping pussy.

She walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Picking
up a mirror, she spread her legs and held it between her thighs.
She looked at the red gash of her cunt reflected back at her.

Slipping two fingers between her cuntlips, she pried them apart
to reveal the sticky fluids coating the tender tissues of her
cunt. , It's like a mouth, she thought, a hungry mouth.

She moved her fingers around in her cunt, feeling the smooth
walls and getting more and more aroused. Sometimes she thought
her need for sex would drive her crazy. She seemed to need it all
the time. She was hardly ever satisfied.

When she reached the top and married the president of the
company, she would be rich enough to have anything she wanted. If
she wanted lovers, she'd have them by the dozen. She'd have
someone's tongue in her pussy any time she wanted it. Men would
climb all over each other for the chance to suck her cunt.

She pulled her douche bag down from a shelf. In a fit of need,
she grabbed the nozzle and pushed it into her pussy. The nozzle
was much too small. She had to churn it in her cunthole as though
she were mixing butter. Her wrist whipped around in a circular
motion. It was no good. She finally pulled the nozzle out and
tossed the douche bag away with a frown of impatience.

The janitor, she thought. She had seen him through the window. He
was in front of the building trimming the hedge near the
sidewalk. He was old and grubby in his grimy striped overalls,
but he had a cock. She hurried out of the bathroom. "Mr. Cooper!"

She called to him through the open window, a towel covering her
naked body.

Cooper stopped moving and swiveled his head until he located her
window. He stared at her with red bleary eyes.

"I've got a dripping faucet!" Karen shouted.

Actually, a dripping cunt, she thought. God, she was hot! Even an
old man like

Cooper looked good. He looked like a bum. She wondered if he ever
washed.

Ten minutes later Cooper shuffled into the apartment smelling of
piss and whiskey. He blinked his bloodshot eyes at Karen's
towel-covered body.

"Faucet?"

"Kitchen sink," she said, "Come on, I'll show you."

Show him she did. As they stood side by side at the kitchen sink,
she gradually turned and pressed against him so that the swell of
her tit pushed into his arm.

"Never mind the faucet," she said with a caressing voice.

"Huh?"

"How old are you, Mr. Cooper?"

"Sixty-two. Why?"

"Can you still get it up?"

"What the hell does that mean?" he asked incredulously.

"Would you like to fuck me?"

"Jesus H. Christ!"

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. She wondered if
any of the other women in the apartment complex had ever
propositioned him like this.

"Get your clothes off," she said casually.

He wheezed and looked at her with questioning eyes. "You sure
about this?" "What are you afraid of?" "I could lose my job," he
whined. "You call what you do a job? Anyway, I'm not going to
make any trouble for you, if that's what's worrying you."

A squeal came rattling out of his throat when she dropped the
towel. His eyes glued to the jiggling of her heavy dark-nippled
tits, he quickly stripped off his clothes with trembling hands.

His bluish-knobbed cock was only half-hard, but as soon as she
took it in her hand, she felt his prick stiffening. She jiggled
his balls. They were big, but they hung very low in a loose sac
that looked as though it had been stretched by all the years of
use. With a sac so loose, she could really feel the weight of his
balls on her palm. She wondered when the old geezer had last
dropped a load.

"On the bed," she said. "I'll ride on top." When she passed her
hand between her legs, her cunt felt like a hot slimy swamp.
Cooper's cock looked big enough to do the job, but she wasn't
taking any chances. She would ride him and make sure she got what
she needed.

After he stretched out on his back, she straddled him and leaned
forward to hang her tits over his face.

"Suck my tits," she ordered.

"You bet your sweet ass!" he cackled. He opened his jaws wide and
she dropped a tit into his yawning mouth.

"Oh, yes, that's good! Suck it hard, you old bastard!"

She tugged at her free nipple with her fingers, twisting and
turning it to the rhythm of his sucking. When she finally pulled
her tit out of his mouth, the nipple he'd been sucking was
swollen and raw.

"Christ, you almost bit it off!"

"Isn't that what you wanted? Shit, lady, I'm just doing what you
told me to do."

"Your cock's not hard yet, Mr. Cooper. How are we going to fuck
with a soft prick?"

"Stick your finger in my ass."

"Yuk!"

"Ain't you ever done that before? My wife used to do that to me
all the time. My cock won't get hard unless you do it."

"Maybe we ought to get your wife here."

"She's dead."

"I'm sorry."

"What for? She was a miserable bitch. Yeeeow! Easy, woman, you've
got a big finger!"

Drilling her finger into the hot grip of his tight asshole, she
massaged his shit-tube and chuckled as his cock rose up hard and
long.

"That's better,*' she said. "Now just lie back and relax while I
fuck you silly!"

Raising her ass, she shifted down his body until his cockhead
rested against her cuntlips. Her pussy was drenched with cunt
juice, wet enough to take him without any difficulty. She flexed
her pelvis and his stiff cock slid smoothly into the dripping
hole of her cunt.

She began moving with a slow rhythm, stabbing his cock deep into
her pussy. A soft moan came out of her throat at the end of each
stroke.

"Oh, God, it's good! You've got a wonderful cock, Mr. Cooper!"

He moved his hands up to her swaying tits and began squeezing and
rubbing her thick nipples between his fingers.

She rose up until the head of his blood-engorged cock touched her
clit, and then she dropped down to take his prick deep inside her
juice-drenched cunthole.

"I love to fuck!" she crooned. "Don't you?"

"You bet your sweet ass!"

"You're the best judge of that," he said. "How does it feel?"

"It feels marvelous, Mr. Cooper! You're the oldest man I've ever
fucked and your cock feels as good as any of them!"

She changed directions. She began sliding back and forth,
impaling herself on the solid bar of his cock, her thick juices
oozing out of her cunt to drip over his leathery ball-sac.

"I guess you were surprised about my coming on to you like I
did," she said. "A few years ago I'd never have done something
like that. I was too inhibited. It's stupid to be afraid, isn't
it, Mr. Cooper? I wanted to fuck you and you looked like you knew
how. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"Never mind the sermon!" he leered. "Just keep moving your ass!"

Flinging her head back, she uttered a guttural cry as her climax
arrived.

Cooper groaned, stiffened, and began shooting his load of hot
jism into her spasming cunt.

"Oh, God!" she cried.

She ground her cunt against the pulsing shaft of his cock. Her
body convulsed as waves of sensation invaded her. They rocked
against each other bound together by his pumping cock.

Finally relaxing, Karen leaned backward. She was too tired to
stay upright. She fell onto her back, her legs bending to allow
his juice-coated cock to flop out of her cunt and slap against
his stomach. She dozed off.

When she opened her eyes again, Cooper was sitting in a chair
watching her. The old geezer sure had stamina! She wanted to fuck
again, but she wondered if he'd be able to get another hard-on.
The smelly old bum might have a heart attack! I might kill him!
she thought.

She rubbed her tits. She saw the reaction on his face and began
kneading her tits, pushing them out at him. Her nipples thickened
and grew stiff again.

"Shit, yeah!" he wheezed. "You're some piece of ass, girlie!"

The blue tip of his cock began growing. He spread his legs
slightly and bent his knees as he stroked the base of his
swelling prick.

Arching her back, she pulled her feet back to her asscheeks,
raised her ass completely off the bed, and began to rock from
side to side with her knees spread wide apart. Her fingers
wandered over her thighs. Her hands moved up and down her body on
each side of her torso. She caressed her tits, fingered her
nipples and moaned with excitement.

Her eyes fixed on his thickening cock. She moved a hand down her
back to the crack of her ass. Her palm turned up, her middle
finger traced the outline of her dripping cumlips. Her fingers
parted the meaty lips of her cunt and slowly slid inside. She
rubbed her slimy cunt juice between her thumb and forefinger,
showing him how excited she was.

His bloodshot eyes fixed on her gaping cunt, Cooper wheezed and
pulled his lips back in a yellow-toothed grin.

Turning over on her stomach, Karen pulled her knees up under her
spread legs and showed him her ass. Her finger continued moving
over her wet cunt, sliding up and down the inside of each lip and
dipping briefly into the well of her cunthole.

Reaching up, she circled her asshole with a fingertip. Cooper
grunted with approval as she pushed her finger into her shithole
and worked it in and out.

"You're a hot ass bitch!" he growled.

She played with her asshole and taunted him. "Are you hard enough
to fuck me yet?"

"You need cock!" he cackled. "And I'm here to give it to you!"

In a moment she was on her back with Cooper climbing on her body.

He began kissing her tits. He sucked her nipples until they were
swollen again. Just as she reached the point where she was about
to scream if he didn't do something more, he shifted his mouth
down her body.

Her legs parted and he moved to a kneeling position between them.
His mouth moved down her belly as she grabbed a pillow and shoved
it under her ass.

He teased her by running his mouth all over her lower belly and
thighs until she was forced to grab his head and direct his lips
to her wet cunt.

"Eat me!" she ordered. "Suck my pussy!"

He went to work with a hungry, slurping sound, licking and
sucking at her like a demon.

Finally, pulling his mouth away, he roared. "Via. going to suck
your ass!"

Grabbing her hips, he turned her over onto her belly. He bent
forward and began moving his mouth over the firm mounds of her
asscheeks. His lips wandered over her smooth skin until she
squirmed impatiently.

A cackling laugh came out of his throat. Pulling her asscheeks
wide apart, he ran his tongue between them until the voluptuous
sensation made her shiver. His fingers massaged her puckered
asshole. He dropped spit from his mouth over the hole and
lubricated it with his finger.

"You've got a tight little asshole!" he wheezed. "We'll have us a
sweet fuck!"

Pushing a finger into her asshole, he reached his other hand
around to rub her stiff clit. He stroked and massaged her cunt
and ass until her breath quickened and she began pumping her hips
and groaning.

She tensed when the head of his cock replaced his finger. He was
smart enough to continue rubbing her clit until she was able to
relax.

"Do it!" she hissed. "Fuck my ass!"

A moment later his cockhead pushed in and the tight muscles of
her asshole gripped his prick. He continued pushing until with
one final jab his cock was buried in her ass to the hilt.

She groaned. The feeling of fullness in her ass was heavenly!

He slid his fingers into the steaming cavern of her cunt and now
she had both holes filled. As he began stroking her ass with his
thick cock, a fire spread throughout her body. She moved her hips
to the rhythm of his thrusting and moaned.

Soon she could feel his cock swelling inside her ass. Faster and
faster they moved, her groaning and moaning spurring him on as
though he were a cowboy riding a horse in a rodeo. His balls
slapped against her cuntlips, ready to unload their hot foaming
cum inside her rubbery shithole.

"Oh, Crist, here it comes!" he cried. "Give it to me! Fuck my
ass! Shoot it!" With a great heave of their sweaty bodies, they
groaned together and climaxed.

CHAPTER TWO

At the very moment Karen was having her asshole filled with a
load of hot jism, her new boss was busy with his wife.

Don Graham, advertising manager of Fidelity Insurance, dearly
loved his wife. Her name was Arlene. She was a delicate-featured,
blue-eyed blonde with long flowing hair that tumbled over her
shoulders. Her tits were solidly packed and her figure was
sensual. Her firm ass was a dream.

Arlene had been a virgin when they first married. Don's problem
was that after ten years of marriage Arlene still had all her old
inhibitions about sex.

She had never sucked his cock.

Six months before, at the end of a romantic evening on the town,
they had agreed that she would do it on his birthday. The day had
now arrived and Don was about to collect his present.

Arlene was on the floor in front of him, kneeling there, looking
up at him with an uncertain smile on her face.

He moved his hands to her head, took hold of her smooth blonde
hair, and slowly pulled her forward. She was obviously trying to
cooperate, but the inhibitions produced by a strict upbringing
made cooperation difficult. At the last moment she twisted her
head to one side to spare her mouth contact with the tip of his
rampant dripping cock.

"Oh, God!" she groaned. "I don't think I can go through with
this!"

"You promised!" he hissed. "Don't think about it, just do it!"

"It's perverted."

"Bullshit! You know that's not true. We talked about it. Come on,
do it!"

As he turned her head and pulled it forward, her lips grazed his
cock. This time she refrained from pulling away.

"Now lick it," he said. The sight of her sweet rosebud mouth so
close to his cock made his heart pound.

She pulled away to look up at him, and then she licked her lips
once, nervously, before diving forward.

At the first warm touch of her tongue on his bloated cockhead, he
almost shot his load.

She licked his cock lightly. As she became accustomed to it, she
licked with greater pressure.

"All over it," he said with his teeth clenched.

She began licking more of his cockhead, sliding her tongue over
it. He hissed with pleasure the first time she hit the underside
of the crown. His belly quivered as she moved her tongue down
over his cockshaft.

"Take it in your mouth," he said. "All the way.in."

She hesitated a moment. Then she leaned forward and his wet cock
was suddenly sliding into her warm mouth.

He felt his cockhead nudge the back of her throat. She almost
gagged as her lips closed tightly around his throbbing cockshaft.

She began sucking. She was half-hearted about it, but it was
better than nothing. He could hardly believe that Arlene was at
last sucking his cock. He looked down at her blonde head and
brushed some hair away so that he could watch her mouth moving,
hollowing, expanding, rising and falling as she sucked on his
prick.

All he could think of was the marvelous feel of her mouth moving
on his rigid cock. The hot wetness of her mouth overwhelmed his
senses.

Each swiping lick of her tongue on his cock took him higher and
higher up the road to an orgasm. He pressed his fingers in her
hair, felt the sweet softness of her neck as she sucked.

Was she more into it now? Was she getting turned on by her
sucking, or was he imagining it? Her tongue tickled and licked.
She seemed eager. Her hungry lips pumped his cock, sucking him
forcefully.

God, how sexy she looked! Her moist full lips seemed swollen with
sexual heat. He curled his fingers in her hair to control her
head as it moved.

"Don't bite!" he whispered, and she heeded him, making him spasm,
forcing him to stiffen and clutch at her head. A fierce pleasure
burned through him. His ass jerked slightly. His belly spasmed.

Then he began to come, pumping his jism into her mouth in a
series of hot spurts. She made gagging sounds deep in her throat,
but she managed to hold on without pulling back. When she clamped
her mouth down on his cock, his cum flowed out in one more salvo.
He saw her throat work frantically to swallow his cum and the
sight of that squeezed another shot of out of him.

Then it was over and he leaned back in the chair dazed by the
last moments of his climax. Arlene withdrew her face from his
crotch. Limp and wet, his cock dangled between his legs.

They Showered and dressed and had dinner in a cozy restaurant.
Don was surprised at how many young people there were in the
place. He was in high spirits. The memory of Arlene sucking his
cock made him hum with pleasure. He wondered how many of the
young girls in the restaurant were sucking the cocks of their
boyfriends. Why had he allowed Arlene to wait so long?

By the time they arrived home he was horny again. After the
babysitter left, he turned to Arlene and made her sit down on the
sofa. He smothered her silly giggle with a passionate kiss.
Working a hand up between their bodies, ,   he stroked her tits
through her blouse and bra.

"Oh, God, not again!" she protested.

"Why not?" he said. "This is one of my horny days."

She wasn't very cooperative. She remained passive like a dutiful
little wife. He found it exasperating, as he usually did, but he
ignored it.

Kissing her again, he pressed her head back against the sofa. He
put his hand under her dress and ran it up between her thighs.
Her warm sleek crotch was securely covered by her pantyhose and
panties.

"Take off your damn pantyhose!" he fumed.

Whimpering, apparently anxious to please him, she quickly kicked
off her shoes and stripped off her pantyhose. Pushing her panty
crotch aside, he stroked her velvety hair-fringed cuntlips with
his fingertips. Then he released her mouth.

She gasped, then said, "Ooohhh!"

"Feel good?"

"The children might come in."

"Fuck the children!" he snorted. "They're asleep!"

Sliding away, he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of
her and slipped his hands under her skirt. He grabbed the top of
her panties and pulled them down over her thighs and knees. She
groaned as he lifted her legs and pulled her panties off. With a
triumphant grunt, he shoved her knees wide apart.

"You're dripping juice like a waterfall!" he chuckled.

"Oh, God, Don, this is so sinful!"

"That's a lot of crap!"

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he boosted them onto his
shoulders. His head swooped down and his mouth jammed against her
steaming cunt.

She moaned at the initial contact.

His tongue swabbed up and down the outside of her pussy,
plastering her cunt hair against her puffy wet flesh. His tongue
wormed between her slick tasty cuntlips to glide up and down,
back and forth, across her quivering clit and all around the
throbbing mouth of her cunt.

Saliva drooled out of his mouth to mix with her hot sticky cunt
juice. His mind reeled as he inhaled the strong womanly smell of
her pussy. As his tongue flicked out, he concentrated more
intensely on the head of her clit. He worked his tongue around,
stripping her clit hood back as far as possible, then he grabbed
the slippery little nub between his lips and sucked at it
mercilessly.

Wildly excited, Arlene gasped and moaned in a frenzy as she
thrust her pussy against his hungry mouth.

He ate her cunt with voracious delight, keeping her clit between
his lips and continuing to suck and lick it until she heaved and
cried out in a climax. Then he backed off and straightened up. He
smiled at her dreamily, his mouth wet with cunt juice.

"Let's go into the bedroom," he said.

"Oh, God, you're acting sex-crazy!"

"Fucking is the basis of marriage."

"I don't believe that," she said. "You'll never make me believe
that."

"Yeah, well, I suppose they didn't tell you that in Sunday
school."

He urged her along into the bedroom and made her stretch out on
the bed.

"What are you going to do?" she whimpered uncertainly.

"Feed you a little cock," he leered.

Lifting a leg, his dripping cock swaying over, he straddled her
belly.

"I don't want to suck you again," she said tremulously. "Please
don't make me do it."

He grinned. He put his hands on her tits and jiggled them. Her
nipples protruded like berries between his forefingers and
thumbs. Shifting forward, he rested his balls against the base of
her tits.

She visibly tensed. "Don't make me do it!" she pleaded.

"You seemed,to like it enough before."

"It's not true! I don't like it at all. I think it's a filthy
practice. 1 promised you I would do it and I kept my promise,
that's all."

He had no idea whether she was telling the truth. He suspected
she was.

"Okay," he said. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to
do. Just take hold of my cock."

She hesitated, a puzzled look masking the fear on her face. He
took her hand in his and guided it to his rigid cock. He wrapped
her cool fingers around the bone-like column of his prick. She
gingerly squeezed him, testing the firmness of his cock.

"God, you're as hard as iron!" she exclaimed.

"Make me come."

"What?"

"Jack me off."

"But . . ."

"Come on, pump it!" he ordered. "Make me come!"

He took hold of her wrist and began moving her hand up and down
on his cock, the outer skin sliding against the rigid column of
his cockshaft. He finally stopped and she had sense enough to
maintain the rigid stroking. His large cockhead swelled forward
each time she stripped away his foreskin by pushing her
encircling hand down to the base of his cock.

"That's it!" he groaned. "Keep doing it. I'll tell you when to
speed up. Oh, baby, that feels good!"

Her eyes wide with fascination, her cheeks flushed, she continued
stroking his cock.

He suddenly tensed and pushed his hips forward. His cock quivered
close to her face, his bloated knob swelling even further and
turning red.

"Now!" he gasped. "Pump it faster! Squeeze it harder!"

Holding his cock in a firm grip, she began pumping it as rapidly
as she could.

His balls drew up tight, his mouth gaped, and he began to breathe
hard. He suddenly grabbed her pumping hand and tilted his cock
down. A moment later he erupted, his thick milky cum jetting from
the slit in his cockhead to splatter her belly and tits.

"Oh, Jesus in heaven!" she groaned. "I've got all your spunk on
me!"

He'd never come on her like that before and she was obviously
repelled by it. His domination of her body made him more excited
than ever. His cock simply refused to go down.

Maybe I'll fuck myself to death, he thought.

He found some cream in the bathroom and rubbed it into his cock
to prevent his skin from chafing. If he didn't fuck himself to
death, he might just have a heart attack. He didn't care. He
returned to Ariene with his hand slowly pumping his cock to keep
it hard. He grinned at the amazed look on her face.

"We're not finished," he said.

Ignoring her protests, he climbed on the bed and began sucking
her cunt again. His tongue worked up and down, lapping up her
pussy juice, tickling her clit and fucking into her tight hot
cunthole. He opened his mouth wide and took most of her cunt into
it, hair and all. He sucked and licked and drooled his saliva
over her pussy.

"Oh! Oooh! Ooooooh!" she panted. Her hips bucked out of control
as she climaxed under his slobbering mouth.

Rolling over her onto her belly, he licked his way from her
ankles up her calves and thighs, between her wobbly asscheeks,
and up the graceful curve of her back.

He could tell from the way she shuddered that she was dying to be
fucked. She was dying for it, but she wouldn't ask for it.

"Get on your knees," he said. "I'll fuck you from behind."

She never liked it from the rear. She always said She felt too
exposed. At the moment he didn't much care. He was going to have
his way with Jier no matter what.

He helped her into position, arranging her so that her tits were
pressed against the mattress and her ass was sticking up in the
air. Crouching behind her, he pushed his cock into the hairy
mouth of her wet pouting cunt. He corkscrewed himself deep into
her snug pussy. He curved himself over her back, massaging her
hanging tits with one hand and her clit with the other.

"I feel like an animal!" she wailed.

He chuckled. "I'm fucking you like a dog. Do you like it?"

"Don't talk!"

She twisted her ass as he slowly pumped his cock in and out. Then
he began pumping faster, slapping his belly firmly against her
ass, tugging on her clit and rolling it.

"I'm coming!" she gasped. "Oh, God, I'm coming!"

It's not the best, he thought. He knew there was better. There
were women who were uninhibited and who liked fucking as much as
he did. He wondered where they were. He wondered about his new
secretary. What was her name? Karen, wasn't it? She looked like a
hot piece of ass. He'd had ten years of Arlene. Maybe he needed
some diversion. Maybe his new secretary would play a game or two.

CHAPTER THREE

Karen's first day at her new job turned out be more eventful than
she anticipated. She dressed carefully. She wanted to get Don
Graham interested in her, but she couldn't afford the risk of
being too blatant about it and scaring him off. She debated about
her clothes and finally chose a blouse thin enough to show the
aggressive thrust of her nipples under a light-weight bra. High
heels made her legs look sexy and a flared skirt tight at the
hips attractively emphasized her ass. Graham was quick to tell
her how much he liked her looks.

"You're very attractive," he said.

"Thank you," Karen answered.

His eyes gazed up and down between her mouth and her tits. She
liked the way he looked at her mouth. Most men took her mouth for
granted, paying no special attention to it, and it always peeved
her. She thought she had a sexy mouth. A mouth, after all, was
almost a sex organ. She wore bright red lipstick to emphasize her
mouth and she hoped it gave Graham ideas.

She wondered what his cock was like. You could never tell much
about a man's cock as long as he had his clothes on. She imagined
what it would be like to hold Graham's balls and suck his cock
until he came in her mouth. Thinking about it turned her on and
made her pussy wet. Did he get the message? Did he look at her
red mouth and wonder what it would feel like wrapped around his
cock?

After only one day as Don Graham's secretary, Karen was convinced
she could quickly twist him around her little finger. The hunger
in his eyes was unmistakable and at one '.point, she even thought
she could detect signs of a hard-on in his pants. She went home
that evening confident of her eventual success.

During the next few days, they gradually became more familiar
with each other as they established a working relationship. At
the end of the second week they were friendly enough to engage in
mild flirtation. It was during the third week that Graham grew
bold enough to put his hand on her ass.

Karen was surprised. She thought it would take longer. She
thought he would first ask her out to lunch and soften her up
with booze. He was more direct than she'd imagined and that made
him more interesting.

"You've got your hand on my ass," she said. She pressed back
against his hand a little, just enough to let him know she wasn't
annoyed.

"So I have," he replied. "It's a nice ass."

"I'm glad you like it. I sit on it all day while I'm working for
you, so I guess that makes it a special place."

"I like the rest of you, too. You give me ideas."

"What sort of ideas?" Karen asked. "You're a maried man."

"Never mind that. I like pretty girls. When I see a pretty girl,
I get nasty ideas. I'd like to lick your pretty pussy."

Karen shivered with excitement. "That's not a nasty idea at all."

"Good. Then let's lock the door and have us a party."

Her eyes wide with surprise, she looked at him and laughed. "You
mean now? Here in the office? I'm dying to have you go down on
me, but don't you think it's a little risky doing things in the
office? On second thought, I don't care! It's exciting! No one's
ever done anything like that to me in an office!"

She decided to let him call the shots. She was amused that he'd
boldly offered to eat her pussy before he even had her clothes
off. She suspected he'd be good at it. The thought of haying her
boss's mouth on her cunt had her juices flowing into the
crotch-piece of her panties.

I'll come just thinking about it! she thought.

After he locked the door, he turned to her with a lusty gleam in
his eye. "We can't be in here all day, but a few minutes won't do
any harm."

"You sound like you've done this before," Karen said.

Graham shook his head. "I haven't, but I've thought about it. For
the past two weeks I've thought about nothing else except getting
your ass on that desk. Now hurry!"

Kicking off her shoes, she quickly stripped off her pantyhose and
panties and hoisted her ass up on the desk. Graham pulled over
his swivel chair and sat down in front of her exposed crotch. His
hot gaze devoured her lush, steaming cunt.

"That's a tasty-looking pussy," he groaned. A moment later his
face swooped down, his nose mashed against her clit, and his warm
tongue slithered into her brimming cunthole. "Oh, Godf that's
nice!" she gasped. She moved her thighs further apart, raising
her knees until her heels were pressed tightly against  her ass 
and  her pussy completely accessible to his mouth. Her sudden
movement caused a tightening of the elastic walls of her cunt and
a gob of cunt juice oozed into his mouth. Mewling with delight as
he sucked up her honey, he probed his tongue deep into her
cunthole.

"Suck it!" she hissed. "Suck it clean!" She loved the way he
slobbered over her oozing, slimy cunt. He had no inhibitions
about getting into it and slurping up her thick pussy juice with
lots of noise. That was the way she liked it. It was important to
hear the noise a man made when he sucked her cunt. Maybe what she
really liked was her sense of power over him. He might be her
boss, but there she was spilling her cunt juice over his face.
She had no doubt that he would assist her ambitions in the
company. He would, of course, want more than just a chance to
suck her pussy, but that would be no problem. She'd be more than
willing!

Now his exploring tongue was plunging in and out of her slick wet
cunt like a small cock. He finally pulled his tongue out of her
cunthole and moved it up to massage the quivering nub of her clit
snuggled between her swollen drooping cuntlips. His lips grabbed
her clit, slipped over it, and began to milk it with firm
strokes.

"That'sgood!" shecried. "That's the way I like it! Keep sucking
my clit!"

She gyrated her ass on the desk top, but he kept his mouth locked
against her pussy without missing a stroke. His tongue vibrated
on her clit and at intervals moved down to her cunt hole as he
sucked and slurped at her oozing cunt juice.

Convulsed by a sudden spasm, she lifted her head high, arched her
ass off the desk, and frantically bucked her cunt into his face.

"Oooohhh, God, I'm comiinngg!"

She mashed her clit against his mouth and tightened her thighs to
squeeze his head. A long whimpering moan rumbled out of her chest
  and   she   began   shuddering   uncontrollably.

When her orgasm was over she eased her asscheeks back against the
desk top and lay limp. With a soft smile she opened her thighs
wide to let Graham finish sucking up her gushing cunt juice.

Karen and Don Graham did not get a chance to fuck until the next
day. Graham reserved a room at a nearby hotel and they met there
after leaving separately from the office. Graham's face was
flushed with excitement.

"Let me undress you," he pleaded.

She smiled. She touched one of his shirt buttons and then let her
hand drop to feel the hardness of his cock through the material
of his pants.

"Yes, I think I'd like that," she said. "Undress me."

He unbuttoned her blouse. His groping fingers passed over the
resilient bulge of a covered tit. She found it amusing that
although he had sucked her pussy the day before, he hadn't yet
had his hands on her tits.

"Nice," he said. "I've been wondering about these.'

"I like the way your hand feels."

He peeled her blouse off and tossed it on a chair. Then he
unzipped her skirt and let it slide down the length of her legs
and drop to the floor so that she could step out of it. When he
faced her again, he ran his eyes eagerly up and down her body.

"Christ, what a body!" he groaned.

"You're not fair," she laughed. "I think I ought to get to see
something of you, too."

When he quickly peeled off his shirt and pants, she was rewarded
by the sight of his cock and balls bulging in his jockey shorts.
He looked like he had all the necessary equipment. She could see
the shape of his cockhead outlined under the cotton of his shorts
and she found it exciting.

He moved closer to her and a moment later his hands were on her
back. His palms slipped down to fondle the curves of her
nylon-covered asscheeks. He cradled her in his arms, his hands
pulling on her fleshy ass. His hard cock pressed through his
shorts against her belly. The heat of his prick against her skin
was delicious.

Now his hands moved up to unhook her bra. As he released the
tension of the tight straps, her tits burst forth in all their
glory.

"Jesus, what tits!" he exclaimed.

She smiled and pressed her cunt suggestively against his
throbbing cock. They separated and she watched him strip off his
shorts. His cock swung out stiff and impatient, the blood-filled
knob bloated like a fat mushroom.

"Mmmmmm!" she purred. "He looks like he wants attention!"

She took his cock in her hand, squeezing it, running her
fingertips over his fat purplish cockhead. She used her thumb to
smear his cock juice over the velvety skin of his knob.

Sitting down suddenly on the edge of the bed, she pulled him
forward.

"Oh, Christ, yes!" he groaned. His cock swayed in front of her
lips. His hands cupped her cheeks, his fingers tangling in her
hair and sliding around to the back of her head. "Suck it!" he
whispered hoarsely. "I've been thinking about this."

She looked up at him with an impish smile. "Since when?" "Since
the first time we met." She laughed. "I suppose it's my mouth.
I've been told I have a sexy mouth. But I saw that picture of
your wife on your desk. She looks sexy, too."

"My wife is very inhibited." "That's too bad," Karen said softly.
She fingered his balls now, probing his nuts to test their shape
and weight. "It's too bad about your wife. I'm not inhibited at
all. I like sucking cocks."

Parting her lips, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed his
cockhead. His swelling knob jumped against her teeth as she
captured it. Listening to his moans of pleasure, she ran her
tongue around the rim of his silky cockhead and into the oozing
slit. A burst of flavor tingled inside her mouth as she tasted
his pre-cum. Her lips tightened around the head of his cock, and
then she pouted her lips, pulled them back, and plunged down his
thick cockshaft again to suck once more.

He started groaning when she began using her tongue. She exulted
in her power over him. She knew she would have no trouble
arranging a transfer to the personnel manager's office. That was
the next step in her plan to get to the president of the company.

"You give great head!" Graham groaned. "Really great!"

Her passion was beginning to mount. He had a fat juicy cock and
it was a wonderful turn-on sucking him. She squirmed her ass on
the bed as she felt the hunger in her pussy. She gobbled down the
length of his cock until his knob hit the back of her throat and
threatened to gag her.

He began pumping his hips slowly back and forth, fucking her
face, his throbbing prick stretching her lips and compressing her
tongue. She felt his cockhead pulse and swell inside her mouth.

Using her hand to hold the base of his cock, she began pumping
his cockshaft and sucking his knob at the same time. She closed
her other hand over his balls and gently massaged them.

"Oh, shit, that's great!" he cried. "Keep doing it!"

Bucking his hips and moaning, he pressed down on the back of her
head. She knew he was going to come in her mouth at any moment
and she looked forward to the taste and feel of his hot jism
cascading down her throat.

"Oh, yeah!" he gasped. "I'm about to blow, baby!"

His balls drew up tight in her hand, his cock bucked in her
mouth, and his jism began spurting out in thick hot gobs.

She swallowed quickly. His cockshaft became slippery on her
tongue and the taste of his jism overwhelmed her senses. She
continued to suck and swallow until he was empty and moaning.

When she finally pulled back, her lips tingled and her nostrils
were dilated with the pungent smell of his cum.

There was no real fucking during that first session in the hotel
with Don Graham. By the time Graham recovered from her blow job,
they had to get dressed and return to work.

"I guess I'll have to catch you another time," Graham said.

There was a certain lack of eagerness in his voice, and Karen
decided that whether or not he knew it, he was probably more
interested in cocksucking than in fucking. Was it because he had
a prudish wife?

Their relationship in the office changed. They had a special
intimacy between them now. They went through the motions of their
daily office routines, but the memory of the things they had done
together was always there. Karen was in a quandary. She wanted
Graham in her power, but she did not want him to realize her
ambitions.

A few days passed before Graham suggested another meeting.

"After work," he said. "I'll tell my wife I'm working late."

Karen agreed and at five o'clock they were once again alone
together in a hotel room.

"This time we don't have to rush things," Karen said.

When they kissed she could feel his hard cock pressing against
her cunt.

"I hope you're going to fuck me today," she said softly. "I
really need it."

"You're on!" he said. "There's time for the fancy stuff later."

They quickly peeled off their clothes. There was no need to talk
any more. They were there to fuck and they both expected to enjoy
it. Moments later Karen was on the bed with Graham kneeling
between her stretched out legs.

He lifted her knees up and back toward her tits. His eyes
glittered as he gazed into the red meat of her wide open cunt.

She could feel her clit elongate beneath his gaze. Her cunt was
wet and ready. Her nipples were hot and rigid. For the moment she
was no longer thinking about her ambitions. Her only interest was
to get some solid fucking.

"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Put it in!"

Moving forward, he centered his cock in the socket of her
dripping cunthole. His fat cockhead wedged apart her puffy
cuntlips, spreading them wide. She could feel the flared rim of
his knob as it pushed into the grip of her pussy. His prick
twitched and quivered as he lunged forward. In a moment the soft
elastic channel of her cunt was suddenly filled with his hard
cock.

Her body was contorted, almost to the point ' of pain, and it
added to her pleasure. With her ankles scraping against her ears
and her kneecaps pressing down on her stiff nipples, the length
of her legs down to her ass bore the brunt of his weight.

His thick cock churned in her cunthole. He rammed into her again
and again, his balls slapping wetly against her puckered asshole
as he fucked in and out of her cunt.

As her pussy frothed with juice, she felt his cock grow bigger
and his knob expand with each lunge of his body. She'd wanted a
good fucking and she was getting it!

"Here it comes!" he suddenly groaned. "I'm coming!"

"Shoot it!" Karen cried. "Give it to me!"

Grunting with each salvo, he pumped out his jism in spurt after
hot spurt. The image of his cum shooting into her cunt brought
her over the top to her own climax.

"Oh, Jesus, that was good!" she groaned.

Graham grunted in reply as he rolled off her body.   '

She let him rest a while. After cleaning up her pussy in the
bathroom, she returned to find him still stretched out on the
bed. His limp cock glistening with juice.

"Time to get clean," she chuckled.

Before he had a chance to open his eyes, she climbed over him and
shoved his cock into her mouth.

He groaned and pulled back his knees to open his crotch. She
knelt between his thighs and sucked tenderly on his soft prick.
When her fingers moved from his balls to the crack of his ass, he
seemed to know what she was up to. He squirmed to make it easier
for her to reach his asshole.

"Shit, yeah!" he groaned. "Do that!"

Karen laughed softly and tickled a fingertip over the tight ring
of his asshole. She doubted if his wife ever did anything like
this to him. Doing something his wife never did was just one more
way to have power over him. If he liked the way she sucked his
cock, he'd really flip when she reamed his asshole at the same
time. Doing a man's ass with her finger was like fucking him and
it never failed to turn her on.

Without any further delay, she pushed a finger directly up his
asshole.

Squirming his ass, he grunted. If the sharp edge of her
fingernail scratched him, he didn't seem to mind. When she had
her finger all the way in, she massaged the inside of his
shit-chute and continued sucking his cock.

He groaned again and began fucking her face by raising his ass up
and down off the bed. Each thrust of his hips brought her climax"
closer. Her cuntlips throbbed between her legs as she sucked away
on his meaty cock. Her finger pumped in and out of his hot
rubbery asshole.

When she pushed another finger into his shitter, he cried out.
Then, with a great heave of his hips, his cock exploded and he
began shooting his load of cum down her throat.

She came at the same time, her cunt going into spasms in response
to the sensation of his jism sliding down her gullet.

A seemingly endless flow of thick hot jism spewed out of the slit
in his cockhead. She lost some of it. It overflowed her lips, his
thick cum running down her chin. Gobs of it landed on her tits.
She continued reaming his ass with her fingers until she had the
last of his jism oozing out of his cock. When she finally
released him, he rolled away with an exhausted groan.

At the end of her first month as Don Graham's secretary, Karen
had him firmly under her control. He was completely hooked on
what she could do for him sexually. In the beginning they avoided
doing anything in the office, but they soon decided it was silly
not to take advantage of the convenience. Graham was overwhelmed
by the idea of having an attractive woman available for games in
his office any time he wanted her. His favorite game was having
her suck him off. Karen didn't mind. A quick blow job was usually
safe and always enjoyable. She liked the shape of his cock and
the heady taste of his jism. Hardly a day went by without her
getting a mouthful of his hot cum. The way his balls were always
full and his cock eager to get stiff, she wondered if he ever
fucked his poor wife at all.

When Karen brought up the idea of a transfer to the personnel
manager, Graham, as Karen expected, was not enthusiastic. He did
not want to lose her sexual favors. She tried hard to convince
him that nothing would change,that they would still see each
other, but he resisted her arguments. He had no objections to her
advancing in the company, but not just yet. Karen finally had to
plan something special in order to win him over.

At their next meeting in a downtown hotel room, she pulled a
string of wooden beads out of her purse.

"These will drive you crazy," she said.

He gave her a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm going to put these up your ass."

"Oh, Jesus,"

"You just lie back and let me do the work."

She was amused at his hesitation, but as she expected, he finally
yielded. Having her play with his asshole had always turned him
on and they both knew it.

After they had their clothes off, she had him stretch out on the
bed. She made him pull his feet back until his knees were up in
the air and spread apart.

"I'm going to blow your mind," she said, her eyes glittering with
anticipation.

She bent over him with the string of beads. Stretching out one
finger, she tickled his puckered asshole. Then she forced the
beads, one by one, inside the tight ring of his butt until only a
short length of string dangled free.

"How does that feel?" she asked.

"Like I've got to shit."

She laughed. "Just wait."

Hovering her mouth over his stiff cock, she opened her lips and
gluttonously engulfed his pulsing cockhead. Her tongue swirled
over his hot knob as she sucked. She gradually took more and more
of his thick blue-veined cock into the wet cavern of her mouth.

When she had his cockhead jammed against the back of her throat,
she suddenly pulled the string to pop two beads out of his
asshole. A deep groan came out of his throat as his cock jerked
in a spasm.

"Oh, Christ!" he rasped.

She lashed his cock with her tongue, sucking his blood to the
surface. She began bobbing her head up and down as her mouth
massaged his prick. She abruptly popped three more beads out of
his winking shithole.

"Oh, Jesus!" he cried. "Oh, you sweet fucking cunt!"

Now she began lengthening each bobbing movement of her head,
taking more and more of his cock deep into her clasping throat.

The spasmodic closing of her throat muscles soon pushed him over
the edge. Hot jism geysered out of his throbbing cock to fill her
mouth. When she suddenly pulled all the remaining beads out of
his asshole, he screamed in an agony of joy.

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!"

Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her mouth down on his
cock to force his rampant prick deep into her throat.

The muscular sleeve of her gullet pulled tight around his spewing
cock, sucking it in and down until she drained the last drop of
his jism.

Afterward, when he had his breath back and his senses recovered,
she pressed him once again about her transfer to the personnel
manager.

"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "Go where you want. Poor Charlie Farrell
doesn't know what he's in for!"

CHAPTER FOUR

Charlie Farrell was in a bind, torn between desire and restraint,
like a hungry dog staring at raw beef in a butcher shop.

What Charlie had in front of his eyes was his wife's ass. Wilma
was in the process of getting dressed and at the moment she was
wearing nothing but her bra. Charlie had no idea why she always
put her bra on before anything else. Maybe it was because she was
self-conscious about her huge tits. Her tits had been big when
he'd known her in high school, but now Wilma was in her thirties
and her tits were melons, huge melons topped by big rubbery
nipples.

She was self-conscious about them. She never believed him when he
said they were exciting. There was nothing in the world as
delicious as burying his face between those two mountains of
flesh. Sometimes he put his cock there. Wilma always got a kick
out of that. She would giggle and blush and rub her tits over his
cock until he shot his load all over her face and throat.

But as much as he loved her huge tits, the one part of Wilma's
body that Charlie loved most of all was her ass. She had the
fullest, curviest, most luscious ass he could imagine, and the
deep dark crack between her plump asscheeks was a valley of
erotic delight. Charlie's problem was that he was obsessed to the
point of madness by the idea of fucking Wilma in the ass, while
Wilma thought the notion was filthy and crazy and impossible to
manage. Assholes weren't made for cocks. She told Chairlie he'd
have to kill her first before he'd get his prick up her butthole.

Wilma had no objections, hwoever, to using her ass to tease and
taunt and turn him on. They were supposed to be getting dressed
to go ro a movie, but there she was walking around the bedroom
with her lush ass naked and begging for attention. Charlie
decided the movie could wait. The next time Wilma passed near
enough to where he was sitting on the bed, he shot his hands out
and grabbed her ass.

"Charlie!" she giggled. "We'll be late!"

He ignored her. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she
welcomed his hands. Nearly a week had passed since they'd done
any fucking and with all her maidenly modesty, Wilma did like to
get fucked, regularly. Once she got started, she was a
hot-blooded woman, a woman who would do almost anything except
let him fuck her in the ass.

Well, if he couldn't fuck it, he could kiss it! He pulled her
close, turned her around, and started planting biting kisses over
the smooth white skin of her meaty ass.

Wilma squealed. Charlie remembered the kids were at his mother's
house and he was thankful. He and Wilma had the house all to
themselves. As much as he loved his kids, they were a pain in the
ass when it came to his sex life. There just wasn't any privacy
with a house full of kids.

"We'll be late," Wilma said again, but her protest was only
half-hearted. Charlie knew there wasn't anything she liked better
than having her ass kissed. She always said it made her feel like
a woman, whatever the hell that meant. She pressed back now, and
then bent slightly forward to give him more territory to work
over with his mouth.

When he nuzzled his nose in the deep crack between her asscheeks,
Wilma groaned.

"Oh, Charlie, that's nasty!"

"Bullshit!" he said. The way she pressed her ass back against his
face, he could tell she loved it.

"Let's stay home," he said. "I'd rather fuck than see some stupid
movie."

Wilma purred. Charlie realized this was what she wanted in the
first place. Leave it to a woman to get you to do what she
wanted!

Clutching a cheek in each hand, he pried her ass open and ran the
flat of his wet tongue over the puckered ring of her asshole.

A mewling sound came out of Wilma's throat. Charlie could feel
her body tremble, His tongue working over her asshole always
drove her crazy.

"Come on," he said. "Lie down on the bed and let me do a good job
of it."

A shudder ran through her body. "I shouldn't let you," she said
as she turned.

"But you love it."

She avoided his eyes and blushed. "It makes me feel like a
woman."

Charlie swore under his breath. He arranged her on the bed on her
belly. She was still wearing her bra, but there was time to take
that off later. Kneeling between her legs, he bent down and once
again pushed his face into the crack of her ass.

When his tongue made contact with her asshole, she groaned and
wriggled on the bed. He pulled at her hips and she immediately
raised her ass up to give him better access.

She loves it, he thought. The bitch thought it was okay to have
his tongue in there but not his cock. Cursing himself for his own
stupid lechery, he stiffened his tongue and drilled it into
Wilma's hot puckered asshole.

The wail of pleasure that came out of Wilma's throat was ony half
human. Charlie imagined they must look like two animals-his wife
a cow squatting on the bed and himself a bull with his tongue up
her ass. In this position her tits hung down almost to the
mattress. Keeping his mouth glued to her savory asshole, he
reached his hands up along her back and unsnapped her bra. Her
tits spilled out like two heavy melons as Wilma groaned.

Grabbing two big handfuls of tit-flesh, he pushed his tongue as
deeply as possible into his wife's shithole. He began
tongue-fucking her ass, thrusting his tongue in and out like a
piston, his nose snorting in her ass crack, his mouth slobbering
saliva on her asshole and down the gulch to cover her drooping
hairy cuntlips. He felt a disturbance near his chin and realized
Wilma was now finger-fucking herself. He imagined her fingers
sloshing in and out of her steaming cunt. One finger or two
fingers? Her fuck-hole was so big she could easily take four
fingers in there and have room to spare. Christ, what a cunt she
had! Her cunt was so big and hairy and wet he was sometimes
afraid of it.

Maybe that was why he wanted to fuck her asshole. Her asshole was
small and hairless and dry. Not really hairless, though-she had
fine black hair growing around her asshole, an extension of the
rich growth of hair that covered her cunt.

Enough! he thought. He had to fuck something or he'd explode!

Pulling his mouth away from her ass with a wet smacking sound, he
reared up behind her and drilled his swollen cock into the
waiting hot pit of her cunt, Wilma moaned and Charlie answered
with a bellow. Moments later Charlie roared and emptied his
bloated bails.

"Now tell me about your new secretary," Wilma said.

Charlie opened his eyes. He was lying on his back, and when he
turned his head he found his nose jammed into Wilma's mammoth
tit.

"Huh?"

"Tell me about your new secretary. Is she pretty?"

"Sure," Charlie said. "All the girls in the office are pretty."

Wilma giggled and pushed her stiff nipple against Charlie's lips.
"Oh, you know what I mean. Is she sexy? Does she turn you on like
I do? A woman likes to know what her competition is."

Charlie filled his mouth with Wilma's huge rubbery nipple and
began munching. He thought about Karen Driscoll, his new
secretary. She came on like a hot piece. He wouldn't mind a roll
in the hay with that one!

"Your prick is getting hard again," Wilma cooed. "What are we
going to do about it?"

"Let me fuck you in the ass."

"Oh, no!" Wilma cried. "You forget about that! I don't want your
prick in there. It's against nature!"

"Jesus Christ, let's just try it!"

"No way! I'll suck you off if you want to do something different,
but no ass-fucking."

Heaving a sigh of resignation, Charlie turned over on his back
and waited for Wilma to get started sucking his cock. His
obsession with fucking her in the ass seemed to be getting worse
as the- years went by. He told himself he ought to do something
about it. There ought to be some women around who enjoyed getting
it up their butts, but how do you tell by just looking at a woman
if she enjoys having her asshole plugged?

Now Wilma was kneeling between his legs with her hard-nippled
tits hanging down like huge creamy melons. Leaning forward, she
positioned his turgid cock in the warm sweaty valley between her
tits and giggled.

"You've got such a nice prick, Charlie! I love it!"

Hefting her tits in her hands, she squeezed her melons together
to make a snug tunnel for his red dripping coek. She began
massaging his cock with her tit-flesh, looking up at his face to
see his reaction.

"You like that, baby? You like my big tits? I can see you like
them. I'm going to milk your prick and get all your sweet cum in
my mouth. God, your cock is hot!"

Charlie groaned. He loved the way Wilma babied his cock. She was
definitely a hot fuck. By the time she got around to taking his
cock in her mouth, he wouldn't last long. He'd blow his load of
cum in seconds. If ony Wilma wasn't so damn finicky about her
asshole!

The next day at the office, Charlie's obsession reached a new
peak. He found himself sneaking looks at every woman with only
one thought in his mind- what would it be like to fuck her in the
ass?

The thing about asses was that you couldn't tell much about a
woman as long as she had her clothes on. You could tell if she
had a big ass or a small one, but the shape and firmness remained
a mystery.

Charlie liked big firm asses with a deep crack between the
cheeks. He liked the asscheeks to be springy. He liked it when a
woman had hair growing in the crack of her ass and especially
around her asshole. Thinking about hairy assholes made his cock
twitch and his breath quicken.

Did Karen Driscoll have hair ringing her asshole? One thing was
certain-she was the most attractive secretary he'd had in a long
time. She was all tits and ass and luscious red mouth. She looked
as though she knew how to use her tight asshole to milk a man's
cock until he went insane.

Or maybe it was just a bullshit daydream and Karen Driscoll was
like his wife. Would he ever find out?

When he walked into his house that evening, Charlie had a roaring
hard-on. He found Wilma in the kitchen and came up behind her to
press his cock against her broad ass.

"I'm cooking dinner," Wilma said, but she squirmed her ass
against his cock to show him she didn't mind the attention. "Wait
until the children are asleep."

Charlie waited. By the time Wilma had the kids in bed, he felt
like a teenager getting ready for his first fuck.

"What's come over you?" Wilma asked. "We just fucked yesterday."

Charlie slid a hand under her dress and up between her thighs to
grab the bulging lips of her nylon-covered pussy. "Let's go in
the bedroom," he said.

Wilma was willing. The nice thing about Wilma was that she hardly
ever turned him down.

When they were in the bedroom, Wilma sat on the edge of the bed
and Charlie stood in front of her and fished out his cock. Wilma
responded with a throaty purr, like she always did when he
brought out his cock all red and stiff and dripping cock juice.
Charlie grunted with satisfaction as he pushed his throbbing
cockhead into her wet mouth.

Wilma bobbed her head up and down a few times on Charlie's cock
and then pulled her mouth away and looked up at him.

"Don't come in my mouth. I want you to fuck me."

Charlie grunted. "Let me fuck you in the ass."

"Never!" Wilma screamed. "You can fuck me from behind, but not in
my ass. But first let's do a little sucking. Let's get
undressed."

She rose up and pressed her body against his, pushing her big
tits against his chest and her round belly against his dangling
cock. She grabbed his cock again, circling her fingers around his
cockhead and reaching inside his fly to squeeze his balls.

"All those pretty girls in the office must drive you crazy,"
Wilma said.

Charlie muttered something noncommittal and began unbuttoning the
front of her dress. He wanted her beautiful tits in his hands.
They always made him forget other women. In a moment the white
bra bulging with her heavy melon-sized tits was under his eyes.

Wilma's hands were busy at Charle's waist. His belt flapped and
sagged, and the top button of his pants jerked open. She used
both hands to pull his pants and shorts down, and then she
lowered her head and kissed the knob of his cock.

"My honey's lovely prick!" she cooed.

Her tongue waggled from side to side on his rigid cock shaft,
then moved up and wrapped around his cockhead.

Charlie pulled her dress down her back and unhooked her bra.
Stuffing his hands in under the huge bra cups, he grabbed her
tits and mashed his palms against her hard nipples.

Wilma giggled and pushed Charlie's hands away, peeling off her
dress and bra. Except for the tiny wristwatch Charlie had given
her on her birthday, she was now wearing only her pantyhose and
shoes. Charlie smiled with approval at her huge tits and at the
way her long thick nipples jiggled when she moved. He ogled the
bulge made by her bush of cunt hair under her pantyhose.

"You're a sexy woman," Charlie said.

Wilma blushed. She raised her tits up in her hands and pointed
her nipples at his face. "Sixty-nine?"

"You're on!" Charlie chuckled. Sixty-nine always made Wilma wild.
He quickly stripped off his clothes while Wilma walked into the
bathroom to wash her pussy. When she came out again she was
naked, her pussy clean and sweet-scented and ready to be licked.

Climbing on the bed, they jockeyed into position. Charlie ended
up on his back with Wilma's melon-sized tits dangling against his
belly. Wilma pushed her bands under the backs of his thighs and
drew his legs up beside her cheeks. Her tongue scooped up the end
of his cock, then her hot lips closed around his cockhead like a
noose. The flat of her tongue pushed against the mushroom-shaped
knob and she began sucking.

Charlie had her ass over his face, her firm asscheeks looming
like big moons over his eyes. He gazed directly at her steaming
cunt, at her dropping thick cuntlips already juicy with her
arousal. He looked higher up and thrilled at the sight of her
sweet puckered hair-rimmed asshole. The dark hole winked at him
as Wilma continued slurping on his cock.

An old memory suddenly rose up into Charlie's consciousness. He'd
been five or six years old, playing one day in the living room,
when his mother had knelt down on the rug to find something she'd
dropped under a chair. He was no more than a foot or two behind
her, and when her dress hiked up to uncover her ass, he found
himself staring at her naked cunt and asshole. He'd been
mesmerized by his mother's hairy cunt and mysterious shithole.
The memory of the hairy bulge of her cunt between the underside
of her plump asscheeks had remained with him all these years.

He could smell Wilma's cunt now. She'd sprayed her crotch with
cologne, but the animal-like smell of her pussy was still there.
It came from the inside, out of her cunthole, wafting out between
her drooping cuntlips. The pungent warm smell of Wilma's ripe
pussy was delicious.

He grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt down onto his mouth.

Wilma let out a satisfied groan and squirmed her ass around on
his face until she found the best position.

"Come on, baby!" she purred. "Suck me out!"

One day she'll smother me with her sweet ass, Charlie thought.
His nose tickling her asshole and his tongue pushing into the hot
meat of her cunt, he began working her pussy the way he knew she
liked it.

Now Charlie could feel Wilma's fingertips wandering across his
ass to play with his balls. A finger felt around his asshole,
probed and sank in.

Wilma's thighs clamped tight against Charlie's face. Her oozing
open-lipped cunt mashed against his mouth. He reached up to grab
handfuls of her hot ass-flesh. His finger located her asshole and
slid inside.

Wilma squealed, unhappy at the finger in her ass, but finally
accepting it.

It's only a finger, Charlie thought. He wanted his cock in there,
not just a finger, but it was better than nothing. He'd had a
finger in Wilma's ass before. She said she didn't like it, but he
suspected she was lying.

Wilma's thick cuntlips pressed against the flat of Charlie's
tongue. Stretching and stiffening his tongue, he used it like a
small cock to probe her cunthole. His tongue was a cock and her
mouth was a cunt, a cunt with a roving tongue and gripping teeth
and a tight throat.

Pulling his mouth away from her juice-drenched pussy Charlie
called out, "Come on, let's fuck. Let's have a little of the old
in and out!"

His cock popped out of Wilma's mouth and his finger out of her
ass at the same time. She positioned herself on her knees at the
edge of the bed, her head and shoulders on the mattress and her
broad white ass raised up in the air. Charlie got to his feet
behind her.

"Give it to me!" Wilma moaned. She was hot and ready, her
cuntlips swollen and her cunthole oozing thick juice in a steady
stream.

Charlie gazed down at the majesty of his wife's cunt and asshole.
He loved Wilma, there was no doubt about that. There was also no
doubt about the fact that he had to take care of his obsession.

I've got to find a woman who will take it up her ass, he thought.
It was the only way.

With a sigh of resignation, he stuffed his throbbing cock into
Wilma's hot dripping cunt.

CHAPTER FIVE

All Karen knew about Charlie Farrell was that he had a big-titted
wife and an eye for the girls in the office. She caught his eyes
on her body more than once, and when he finally invited her to
lunch, it came as no surprise.

He took her to an expensive restaurant on top of one of the
hotels. It was all very convenient. If they ended up in bed,
they'd have a hotel right there. She suspected Don Graham had
told Charlie Farrell she liked fun and games, and she didn't mind
that a bit. It would just make everything that much easier.

In an intimate booth in the restaurant, they quickly became cozy
with each other. By the time the main course arrived, they were
holding hands and pecking at each other's cheeks.

"Tell me about your wife," Karen said.

She dropped her hand down to his thigh and gently squeezed to get
the feel of his muscles. He was an attractive man. She had made
up her mind that she would definitely go to bed with him as soon
as he asked. It was more than just her plans to move up in the
company-Don Graham was getting boring and she needed a good fuck.

She wondered what Charlie Farrell looked like without clothes.
She wondered about the size of his cock. He seemed to be a man
who took care of his body and she wanted very much to sample what
he had to offer. She would eventually get him to help her become
the president's secretary, but in the meantime, she might as well
enjoy herself!

"I've been married fifteen years," Charlie said. "Sometimes it
gets boring."

Karen gave him an understanding nod. "Variety is the spice of
life," she said.

"Yeah, it sure is. Say, do you mind if I ask you an off-beat
question? I mean, you won't get offended or anything, will you?"

Karen smiled. "Try me."

"It's a little far-out, I'm warning you."

"I've been warned. Now what's the question?"

He fiddled with his napkin and finally came out with it. "Do you
think its nutty for a guy to want to give it to a woman in her
ass?"

Karen opened her eyes wide. Then she giggled. "You mean fuck her
in the ass?"

His face flushed, Charlie shrugged. "I thought maybe you wouldn't
like those words. Yeah, that's what I mean-ass-fucking."

"I don't mind those words," Karen laughed. "They're just words,
aren't they? I think people ought to be frank with each other."

"Do you think ass-fucking is weird?"

Karen kissed his cheek, squeezed his thigh, and smiled.
"Speaking- as a woman, how can anything that feels so good be
weird?"

Charlie gasped and grinned. "Jesus H. Christ!"

Twenty minutes later they rushed off to one of the hotel rooms.

"Maybe I'm too easy," Karen said, her fingers unbuttoning his
shirt near a window overlooking the city.

"Listen," Charlie replied. "I've been dying to get into your
pants for weeks. You haven't been easy at all."

Karen smiled. She looked down at the obvious bulge at the front
of his pants, "Do I turn you on?"

"I like big tits and a curvy ass, and you've got both."

His hands moved up to cup her tits through her blouse and bra. It
was the first time he'd really touched her and they both remained
motionless to savor the moment.

"Fantastic tits," he said. "Grapefruit-sized tits are the best
kind."

Karen laughed and reached down to squeeze his hard-on through the
material of his pants. She fondled his cock and balls and
thrilled at the heat and size of him. He was weli-hung, a strong
man with more than enough cock to make her happy. She had more or
less promised him her ass, but if he got her hot enough, she
wouldn't mind his big cock hurting her a little.

She undressed for him. She first peeled off her blouse and bra to
give him the full effect of her naked tits. Then they moved into
each other's arms and their mouths merged in a deep kiss. They
sucked each other's tongues with wet slurping noises. He put his
hands on her tits again, but this time he lowered his head and
sucked each of her nipples in turn until they were long and
stiff.

Then he straightened up and dropped his pants. Karen's hands
scrambled at the waistband of his briefs and pulled them off his
ass. He had a gorgeous cock, thick and long, with a glistening
circumcised head and thick blue veins. His cock was broad and red
and hot-looking. She put one hand on his ass and the other on his
prick. Her fingers wrapped around his coekshaft and squeezed.

"Hurry," she said. "Let's get out of our clothes and get on the
bed!"

Moments later they were both naked and stretched out beside each
other on the mattress. Their lips welded in a hot kiss. His hands
probed and fondled her meaty ass.

"Mmmmmmm!" she purred. "Your hands feel good!"

She ran her fingers up and down the underside of his bloated,
throbbing cock. His balls were big and swollen, like chicken eggs
in a leathery wrinkled sac, promising a heavy load of hot jism.

Bringing his hand around from her ass, he fingered the lips of
her cunt.

"Go down on me," Karen whispered. "I love having my pussy
licked."

Charlie grinned. "You're sure not bashful about asking for it!"

He shifted his body to get his head down to her belly. With a
sultry look she flung one leg to the side to fully expose her
juice-drenched hairy cunt. Grunting at all the pink meat under
his face, Charlie kissed the inside of her fleshy thigh. Then his
face move up and he kissed her fat cuntlips./

"I love it!" Karen purred.

She raised up her ass to mash her cunt against his mouth. His
tongue sliding out over his lower lip, he began lapping her pussy
with broad strokes. She spread her thighs wider and raised her
ass higher as his lapping tongue swung from side to side.

Stiffening his tongue, he probed the slot between her puffy
cuntlips. Then he slid his tongue down and stuffed it into her
brimming cunthole.

"Ooooohhh! Oh, yes, I can feel that!" Karen hissed.

His hands gripped her ass and his fingers splayed out to clutch
her smooth flesh. She squealed at the first touch of his finger
on her tight puckered asshole, her hips squirming as he tickled
her sensitive shitter.

"You sure get on the target in a hurry!" Karen laughed.

Charlie grinned. "We've got to get back to work, don't we?*'
Looking down at his hand, he screwed his middle finger into
Karen's winking shithole.

"Oh, Jesus!" she groaned.

The feel of his finger was wonderful. She'd lost count of how
many times she'd had her asshole probed by fingers and cocks, but
the feeling of being stuffed and stretched was always terribly
exciting. She loved getting buggered, provided the man knew what
he was doing. The best man for the job was always a man who was
really turned on by ass-fucking. Charlie seemed to meet all the
requirements!

He was finger-fucking her ass now, piston-ing his finger in and
out of her asshole and slamming his kuckles against her ass at
the end of each stroke.

She groaned each time his digit pushed deep inside her shit-tube.
There was no pain at all, at least not with a mere finger. She
decided she really had two holes, front and back, cunt and
asshole, two cock-happy holes, always ready to be filled.

"Hey," Charlie grunted. "You really dig this, don't you?"

"It feels good!" she replied.

"How long have you been ass-fucking? I mean how old were you when
you first did it?"

"Sixteen," Karen gasped. "What difference does it make?"

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No, you idiot, I love it!"

"Can you come just by having a cock in your ass? I've heard some
women are like that."

"Oh, shit!" Karen cried. "Put your fucking cock in there! I can't
take this any more!"

Popping his finger out of her ass, he rolled her over on her
belly. His knees between her thighs, he pressed his chest on her
back and his cock in the crack of her butt. He pushed his weight
down against her body and groaned with excitement.

"I'm going to fuck your sweet little asshole!" he hissed. "Right
up the old dirt road! The first time I saw you wiggle your ass in
the office, I thought about getting a piece of it, and now is the
time! Every time you take a shit you're going to think about me.
That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Karen groaned. "Let me get on my knees, it's easier that
way."

When she raised up her body to a kneeling position, he curved
himself over her back, his cock sliding in the crack of her ass
and his hands jiggling her hanging tits.

"There's some hand lotion in my purse," Karen said, her breath
rasping with excitment.

Charlie laughed. "Fuck the lotion.' I'll use some spit!"

A moment later she felt something wet against her asshole and
realized it was Charlie's mouth. A shudder of intense lust
rippled through her body. He sucked her asshole with a wet
slurping noise.

"Oh, you fucking bastard, that's marvelous!" she cried.

He finally pulled his mouth away and rose up to massage her
asshole with the head of his cock. She could feel the heat of it.
The image of his plum-shaped knob pressing against her shithole
made her tremble. There was always a chance of getting hurt. She
positioned her legs and thighs in a frog-like crouch to loosen
her ass muscles. Now she reached back and pulled her asscheeks
open to invite him in.

A deep growl of frenzied passion came out of Charlie's throat
when he saw her hands pry open her ass under his eyes. He pushed
his cock forward, his cockhead slowly stretching the dark ring of
her asshole, his cockshaft slowly and steadily sliding into the
hot tunnel of her shit-tube. He was soon in up to the hilt, his
balls pressing against the bottom of Karen's hairy cuntlips.

She moaned. She felt as though she were skewered by a huge log.
The muscles of her ass sang with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
She could feel the lovely heat of his cock warming her insides.
She could feel his heavy balls dangling against her swollen cunt.

"Fuck me!" she sobbed. "Give it to met"

Drunk with the passion of the moment and the force of his
obsession, Charlie managed a grunt and began moving his cock
slowly in and out of her upturned ass.

"Oh, you sweet baby!" he moaned. "What a sweet little asshole!
You're so fucking warm and tight, it's the living fucking end!"

The slow piston-like movement of his cockshaft brought a small
delicious burning to her asshole. Mewling sounds coming out of
her throat, she tightened the cheeks of her ass and swiveled her
hips as he continued fucking.

Now he clutched her hips with his fingers, the air gushing in and
out of his lungs as he wheezed and shuddered with exertion and
excitement. He soon began gyrating his ass in a frenzy of lust,
grinding and corkscrewing his pelvis, slamming his crotch against
her wriggling butt.

"Fuck me!" Karen groaned, "fuck me hard!"

Their grunts and groans were counter-pointed by the smacking
sounds of flesh against flesh. Karen had sweat dripping off her
face and cunt juice streaming down the insides of her thighs. Her
wheezing and snorting were a match for Charlie's. Her meaty ass
serving as a pad for his pounding belly, she could no longer
distinguish between her cunthole and asshole. Her crotch was just
one big hole plugged by an enormous slab of cock.

She suddenly abandoned her doubled over position. The change made
her asshole tighten around his cock, and Charlie groaned with the
pleasure of it. Her ass swelled against his belly and her inner
thighs squeezed against his legs.

Then he made another, more forceful thrust and her ass rose up to
meet him. His cock sank deliciously into the depths of her
quivering asshole. Grinding his balls on her cunt, he cried out.

"I'm coming! Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Oh, baby, give it to me!" Karen moaned. "Give me all of it!"

As their bodies shuddered in the throes of mutual spasms, his
cock spewed out a flood of thick hot jism into the depths of her
convulsing butt.

The people in the office thought Charlie Farrell was a humdrum,
ordinary kind of guy, but Karen soon discovered he had more than
one kink.

He seemed obsessed with her ass. She'd always thought she had a
more or less ordinary ass, attractive enough, but Charlie behaved
as though her ass was the only part of her body that really
counted. He pinched and probed and squeezed and fondled it at
every opportunity, and he fucked her asshole often enough to
leave her poor little butthole feeling permanently raw. She'd
been fucked in the ass before, but only occasionally. It was a
new sensation to walk around feeling her asshole permanently
stretched. The craziest thing of all was that she loved it!

Her objective, of course, was more than a good bout of
ass-fucking. Her objective was to take the place of a quiet
thirty-year-old woman named Marylou Smith. Marylou was stodgy and
colorless and acted as if her entire world consisted of her steno
pads and her collection of pencils, but she was the president's
secretary and that made her important. Charlie Farrell did not
think Marylou would ever consider moving to another office.

"She's been there ten years," Charlie said. "I don't think the
boss gives a damn who he has as a secretary, provided she knows
how to type, but ten years is ten years."

"I'll do anything to get that job," Karen said. She wiggled her
hips and smiled at him coyly. *TII make it really nice for you,
Charlie."

In exchange for the promise of a wild fuck, Charlie agreed to
help Karen get Marylou's job, provided Marylou was willing to
move. The wild fuck was to take place in the office after work on
the following Friday. Charlie claimed the hotel bills were wiping
him out and he was too cautious to go to Karen's apartment. Karen
liked the idea of using the office-the element of danger made
things exciting. She had no idea that using the office would turn
out to be a lucky stroke.

When the day arrived for Karen to make good her promise to
Charlie, she found herself tingling with uncertainty. She had
promised Charlie she would do anything he wanted and she was a
little uneasy about what he would make her do. Or what he would
do to her. He was a strange man, Charlie was, and maybe a little
too strange for Karen's comfort.

Charlie, however, reassured her. "Just some solid ass-fucking,"
he said.

Karen ws relieved. She decided to thank him by making sure he had
a good time. When they were finally alone in the office, she
kissed him and pressed her pussy up against the bulge in his
pants.

"I'll do a striptease for you," she said seductively. "Would you
like that?"

"Shit, yeah!" Charlie laughed. "Show me what you've got, baby!"

It was only a game, but Karen always found it exciting to turn a
man on just by showing her body. Humming a tune as she walked
back and forth across the room, she wiggled her ass provocatively
and began undressing.

First came the skirt. Charlie whistled when she tossed the skirt
away and faced him wearing a hip-length blouse, see-through
pantyhose, and high heels. She was without panties and the
pantyhose material was sheer enough to show her bush of cunt
hair. She pumped her pussy at him suggestively.

"You like?"

"You've got great legs," Charlie smiled.

"And what about this?" Karen said, turning to show him her
pantyhose-covered ass.

"That's even nicer!"

Keeping her back toward him, she wiggled her ass and slowly
pushed down her pantyhose to expose her asscheeks.

"Jesus!" Charlie breathed.

When she had her pantyhose down to mid-thigh, she moved her legs
apart, leaned forward, and reached her hands back to pull open
her asscheeks.

Charlie groaned at the sight of her winking brown asshole.
"Christ, that turns me on!"

Striving to excite him to the maximum, Karen held the pose as
long as she could. When she finally straightened up, she moved to
him, ran her hands down the front of his chest, and probed his
crotch. She cupped his balls and massaged his cock.

"I love your big cock," she said.

Pulling his zipper down to open his fly, she grabbed his cock and
balls with both hands and brought them out into the air.

"Come on, fuck me!" she groaned. "I can't take this any more! I
need fucking!"

They abandoned the idea of any more games. They quickly stripped
off all their clothes. Karen giggled when Charlie suggested she
take his cock in her ass while sitting on his lap.

"It's worth a try," she laughed.

She sat on his lap with her back to his face and the mounds of
her asscheeks closing around his cock. They delayed penetration
in order to savor the full effect. She leaned her head on his
shoulder while Charlie played with her tits and cunt. He pushed
two fingers deep inside her cunthole and churned her juices with
a finger-fucking motion. Karen squirmed her ass with pleasure.
She finally lifted up a bit and Charlie pressed his swollen
cockhead against her asshole.

"Yes!" she hissed. "Give it to me!"

Her asshole was stretched open enough after the weeks of
ass-fucking to take him in easily. She had seven inches of hard
cock probing her shit-tube when the office door suddenly opened
and a woman stared at them with an amazed look on her face.

"Oh, my, excuse me!" the woman said. "I thought ..."

Without finishing the sentence, the woman slammed the door shut
and ran off.

The woman was Marylou Smith, secretary to the president of the
company.

CHAPTER SIX

Marylous Smith was a woman with gentle manners and a soft voice.
She was basically attractive, but she'd never learned the art of
wearing clothes. Some days her clothes were frumpy, other days
dowdy, and usually just plain drab. The fact that she was
flat-chested didn't help matters much. She had a trim figure,
however, and good legs, the sort of legs that look good in high
heels, which unfortunately she hardly ever wore. Her best feature
was her face, an attractive face even without much make-up.
Marylou's idea of doing her face was to put on a dab of lipstick
and powder her nose. Somewhere in her past as an Iowa farm girl,
Marylou had been taught that it was sinful for a woman to have a
shiny nose.

The day after the interlude with Charlie Far-rell, Karen invited
Marylou to have a drink with her after work. Marylou protested at
first that she hated drinking in a public place, but she finally
agreed to at least a glass of wine.

As they sat beside each other in a booth in a cocktail lounge,
Karen decided that Marylou looked like a spinster school teacher
instead of the secretary to the president of a corporation.
Marylou was wearing a low cut peasant dress with a sagging
neckline, her hair was tied up in a bun in the back and her lips
had hardly any paint.

"I suppose you were were shocked by what you saw yesterday,"
Karen said.

Marylou blushed. "Yes, that's true," she said. She seemed upset
that Karen had so directly brought up the fact that Marylou had
seen Karen stark naked on Charlie Farrell's lap. Karen had no
doubt that Marylou realized she and Charlie had been fucking up a
storm, but she wondered if this drab-looking woman was
sophisticated enough to be aware that

Charlie's cock had been plugging her ass. The question was
intriguing. Marylou just didn't look like the sort of woman who
indulged in ass-fucking. Karen tried to picture Marylou bending
over to have her asshole stuffed by a fat cock, and the image
almost made her burst out in giggles.

"Listen,'* Karen said quietly, "I know we ought to have locked
the door or gone to a hotel or something, but we didn't and
that's that. It's not like we've committed a crime, is it?"

"Of course not," Marylou said. "I'm not a child, you know."

"Then you're not upset or angry? You don't think I'm awful?"

Marylou blushed again, but this time a soft smile came to her
lips as she looked away. "It's true I was shocked," she said.
"But then I went home and thought about it and decided I was
being a hypocrite."

"A hypocrite?"

"A hypocrite because I was a little bit jealous of you. You
seemed to be having such a good time!"

Karen was astonished. All she could manage was a weak "Oh, my."

During the next hour Karen learned a great deal about Marylou
Smith. She learned that

Marylou regretted her sheltered and uneventful life.

"I always wanted to be a sexpot," Marylou laughed. "I guess I'm
just not the type."

"It's all in the mind, honey," Karen said. "A sexpot is just a
woman who likes sex. If you like it enough, you find ways to do
it."

"When I was a girl, I was told sex is sinful."

"You can't mean you're a virgin," Karen said. "I won't believe
that."

"Oh, no," Marylou said as she wiped her pretty mouth with a
napkin. "I've been married, you know. It only lasted a year, but
it was a real marriage just the same."

Karen chuckled. "A year is long enough for a girl to learn how
much fun a cock can be."

Marylou blushed and giggled, obviously thrilled by the special
between-us-girls intimacy. Karen saw how excited Marylou was and
decided to continue the direction of the conversation. It would
be amusing to see what Marylou was like when she was all hot and
bothered!

"I like them long and thick," Karen said matter-of-factly. "But
of course, it's the thickness that counts. I'd rather have a
short thick one than a long thin one, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, my!" Marylou gasped. "Someone will hear you!"

"There's nobody within twenty feet of us," Karen teased. "Getting
back to cock, Charlie Farreirs cock is gorgeous. You ought to try
it. I don't have a stake, you know. He's married anyway, isn't
he?"

"Oh, God!" Marylou groaned. "I need more wine."

"Not here," Karen said. "Come home with me and I'll cook dinner
for us."

After finishing a bottle of wine in Karen's apartment, neither of
them had any interest in dinner.

"I feel tipsy!" Marylou giggled.

They talked about sex again. Now that she had enough alcohol in
her to reduce her inhibitions, Marylou frankly admitted her
hunger for an active sex life.

"Something would be better than nothing!" she groaned. "Although
I don't think I could do anything with anyone in the office. Mr.
Newcomb is an old fuddy and he just wouldn't understand."

Karen wondered about Arthur Newcomb, president of the company. It
seemed strange to think of him as the man she was going to marry!
But she was so close to her objective now, it was beginning to
seem real.

"You need a lover," she said to Marylou.

"A girl gets tired of using her finger."

Marylou blushed furiously at the suggestion that she satisfied
herself by masturbation. Karen laughed when she saw the effect of
her words.

"Don't be silly, honey. We all do it. Let your hair down and
admit that you play with your pussy sometimes."

"It's very sinful."

"The hell it is," Karen laughed. "Speaking about pussies reminds
me that I have to pee. Hold the fort, honey. Corporal Karen will
be back pronto!"

Inside the bathroom Karen had a crazy idea and realized she was
drunk enough to do it. Stripping off her pantyhose and panties,
she peed, wiped herself, and smiled at her own devilish
conniving.

She returned to Marylou prancing on her high heels. Her legs were
now bare, but otherwise she was still dressed as before. If
Marylou noticed the difference, there was no sign of it.
Deliberately careless about the arrangement of her dress, Karen
slumped down on the sofa and pushed her hips forward until her
bare pussy was partially uncovered.

A soft whimper of surprise came out of Marylou's throat. She
stared at Karen's cunt as though she were hypnotized. Karen
looked down at herself and chuckled.

"It's just us girls," Karen said. "I like to be comfortable.
Anyway you've seen one of these before, haven't you, honey?"

"You're very . . . hairy," Marylou said in a subdued voice.

Karen discovered she enjoyed having the other woman's eyes on her
pussy. It was true she was hairy, but so were a lot of other
women- Marylou's cunt was probably cute and girlish. She wondered
if Marylou had a gay streak in her. Was that why she shied away
from men? Karen hadn't had a girl go down on her since her
sleep-over nights as a teenager. She wouldn't mind it at all. As
long as it was the other woman doing the eating, she knew it
could be fun. She couldn't imagine herself getting down there and
lapping the slime out of a woman's cunt, but there were different
strokes for different folks and as long as it felt good and hurt
no one, there was nothing wrong with it.

As usual, thoughts about having her pussy licked had turned Karen
on. She looked down over her belly again at her tangled bush of
dark cunt hair. The insides of her thighs felt warm and her pulse
was racing.

This will probably blow her mind! Karen thought.

She slipped a hand between her parted thighs, tickled her cunt
hair, and finally began fingering the pulsating lips of her
dripping pussy.

"My God, what are you doing?" Marylou gasped.

Karen smiled. "It's just us girls, honey. All the talk about sex
has made my little pussy all hot and bothered, anxious for
attention. I bet your pussy is as wet as mine is, but you're too
bashful to admit it. You can diddle yourself if you want to and
keep me company."

"I couldn't!" Marylou groaned.

Karen groaned also, for for a different reason. Her finger had
touched a particularly sensitive spot and the sensation was
marvelous. She gently pulled back the hood of her clit and rolled
the quivering little button around. With a soft moan she opened
her thighs wide and closed her entire hand over her cunt. She
rubbed her pussy, massaged her cunt lips, and vibrated the shaft
of her clit with rapid motion.

"God, I'm wet!" Karen hissed. "You're not mad at me for doing
this, are you, honey? Do you think I'm sinful?"

"I don't know what to think," Marylou moaned. Her eyes revealing
her fascination, she watched intently as Karen continued stroking
herself.

Karen felt wild and wonderful. She found it tremendously exciting
to have another woman watch her while she played with her cunt.
Prying open her cuntlips, she pushed a finger inside her cunthole
and bucked her hips to fuck her hand. Her pussy was sopping wet.
The noise made by her churning finger was loud and clear.

Unbuttoning the top of her dress, she slipped a hand inside to
play with her tits. Her nipples were stiff. She cupped and
squeezed each tit and continued moving her hips in rhythm to the
fucking motion of her hand.

"It feels so good!" Karen groaned. "I do it all the time. Nothing
that feels so good can possibly be bad, honey, at least not when
it comes to sex!"

Her teeth biting her lower lip, Marylou was obviously distraught.

"Are you turned on?" Karen said. "Does it turn you on to watch me
play with my cunt?"

Marylou nodded. "I wish I were as brave as you are," she said in
a trembling voice.

"Why don't you try, honey?"

"I don't know how to begin."

"Oh, honey," Karen said softly. "You can begin by taking off some
clothes and showing me that sweet little pussy you're hiding
under your dress.*'

Her eyes glued to the wet open gash of Karen's cunt, Marylou
moved as though she were in a trance. Kicking off her shoes,
raising her hips, she peeled off her pantyhose and panties in one
smooth motion. Then she hesitantly pulled back her dress and
slowly opened her thighs.

Karen smiled at the older woman's girlish blonde pussy. Marylou
had hardly any hair on her cunt and her cuntlips were clearly
visible. Poking its tender nose out between the ragged pink lips
was a surprisingly large clit.

"Lovely," Karen said. She was tempted to reach out and touch her
pretty pussy, but she had to be careful and restrain herself-a
sudden move might frighten Marylou away.

"Don't you think this is wrong?" Marylou asked tremulously.

"Don't be silly," Karen said. She was fascinated by the lush
apperance of Marylouy's cunt. Marylou's clit stood out like a
stiff miniature cock, its lewd size contrasting with Marylou's
sweet wholesome face.

Karen now recognized the intense hunger in Marylou's eyes,
Swiveling her body toward the other woman, Karen pulled her
cuntlips open and offered her pussy to Marylou.

Her face flushed, her breath hissing through her teeth, Marylou
gazed at Karen's glistening red cunt. Then she raised her eyes
and met Karen's.

"Go on, honey," Karen cooed. "I'd love it."

With a groan of despair and elation, Marylou swooped her mouth
down on Karen's dripping cunt.

One thing was clear right at the beginning-Karen was completely
in charge. She looked down at Marylou sucking her cunt and was
thrilled at the power she had over the woman. She stroked
Marylou's face while Marylou greedily sucked up the juices oozing
from her cunt. Marylou seemed to revel in her submission. An
intuitive flash told Karen that Marylou liked people to tell her
what to do. She wants to be ordered around, Karen thought, and
I'm here to do the ordering!

"Up, darling," Karen said. "Not so fast. I don't want to come
yet,"

With a sucking sound, Marylou pulled her mouth away from Karen's
steaming cunt.

"Oh, God!" Marylou moaned. "This is crazy!"

If she thought it was crazy, she made no effort to stop any of
it. She meekly obeyed when Karen ordered her to take off her
clothes. She stood before Karen stark naked.

She had small tits with wide pink nipples. Her ass was flat, and
except for the obvious presence of a pussy, she reminded Karen of
a boy.

Karen realized she'd be able to completely dominate Marylou. She
realized that Marylou enjoyed being submissive, maybe even to the
point of being somebody's slave. The idea of having a sex slave
turned Karen on. It sent a thrill of anticipation racing up her
spine.

"You don't have much in the way of tits," Karen said derisively.

Marylou looked down at her tiny tits and blushed. "I'm sorry,"
she said.

Karen had a sudden urge to thoroughly degrade her. Why not?
Marylou obviously wanted it, didn't she?

"Show me your asshole," Karen said.

"What?"

Karen chuckled and then spoke harshly. "Your asshole, honey. You
have one, don't you?"

A whimper came out of Marylou's throat. Turning her back to
Karen, she leaned forward and pulled her asscheeks apart. Karen
laughed softly at the sight of Marylou's puckered brown asshole.

"I know you were only married a short time," Karen said, "but did
that husband of yours ever fuck you in the ass?"

"God, no!" Marylou groaned.

"Too bad," Karen snickered. "There's nothing like six inches of
cock up your ass to make you feel like a woman. You don't know
what you're missing, honey. Put your finger in there and test it
out."

"But ..."

"Go on, darling, stick your finger up your ass. If you don't do
it, I'll do it for you. Is that what you want?"

Moaning with embarrassment, Marylou probed her asshole with a
forefinger. Karen watched a moment and then pushed Marylou's hand
away. Hissing her delight in subjugating the other woman, Karen
forcefully shoved her thumb in Marylou's asshole and her middle
finger in Marylou's cunthole.

"Your pussy is all wet," Karen laughed, "This turns you on,
doesn't it, honey?"

Marylou could manage no more than a groan in reply.

After thoroughly probing Marylou's cunthole and asshole with her
fingers, Karen pulled her hand away and wiped it on Marylou's
smooth white ass.

"That's enough," Karen said. "You can stand up straight now."

Marylou  sheepishly  straightened up  and

Karen came around to face her. Playfully pinching Marylou's wide
pink nipples, Karen kissed Marylou's cheek and whispered, "We're
going to be good friends, aren't we, honey?"

Marylou shivered. "I don't like to get hurt too much."

"I understand," Karen said. "You just do whatever I want and I
won't hurt you too much."

And so their twisted relationship began. For the next several
weeks, Marylou came to Karen's apartment -directly after work in
the evening. Karen amused herelf by having Marylou dress up in a
maid's uniform. She would order Marylou to clean the apartment
and cook dinner, but the real fun was having Marylou suck her
pussy. Wholesome-faced Marylou soon developed into a voracious
cuntlapper. She seemed to thrive on Karen's cunt juice, sucking
and slurping it up whenever she had the chance.

Karen did not mention anything about her plans to become Arthur
Newcomb's secretary. Then one day she decided the time had
arrived. After dinner she ordered Marylou to strip off her
clothes and lie down on the living room rug.

"Play with yourself," Karen said. Marylou was always most
obedient when she was really turned on, and playing with herself
while Karen watched usually did the trick.

Her eyes closed, her thighs wide open, Marylou rubbed her girlish
pussy with a steady rhythm.

Karen removed her clothes and squatted over Marylou's face.
Marylou opened her eyes and gazed up with adoration at the pink
meat of Karen's dark-haired cunt.

Leering down at Marylou, Karen said, "Get me clean."

As Marylou opened her mouth and wagged her tongue in invitation,
Karen lowered her crotch and began rubbing her wet cunt over
Marylou's face.

"You're a cuntlapping bitch!" Karen hissed. "1 want you to suck
my ass. Get your tongue in my asshole and ream me out!"

Marylou obeyed. Marylou always obeyed. In a moment Karen thrilled
at the sensation of Marylou's wet tongue slithering inside her
asshole.

"I want you to switch jobs with me," Karen said. "You'll be
Charlie Farrell's secretary. He needs a woman who will take it up
the ass and I think you'll do nicely."

Marylou's reply was a muffled groan, but Karen had no doubt she
agreed.

"Suck me, you fucking cunt bitch!" Karen cried. "I'm coming!"

Her body convulsing, Karen mashed her cunt against Marylou's
mouth. At the end Karen lost control and pissed on Marylou's
wholesome face.

If Marylou minded, she said nothing at all.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Arthur Newcomb chuckled softly at the picture on the television
screen. He was alone in his plush wood-panelled office. The small
television screen constructed into a desk drawer was part of a
closed circuit system. Its existence was known only to him. There
were actually four little screens, each one showing the interior
of a stall. They Were special kinds of stalls. They were the
stalls in the women's bathroom down the hall and at the moment,
one of the stalls was occupied. Brenda Miles, the assistant
comptroller of the company, sat oh the toilet in the stall
furiously frigging her cunt.

Arthur Newcomb was a small rosy-cheeked man with small piggish
eyes and a small dark moustache. He was fifty years old. He had a
great deal of money and no wife. As he watched Brenda Miles
strumming her pussy, he considered himself one of the happiest
men in the world. He had bizarre tastes and he was rich enough to
satisfy them. What more could a man want?

Brenda Miles was one of Newcomb's favorite performers. She was in
her early forties, a well-groomed efficient businesswoman. She
had a husband and three children and a comfortable house in the
suburbs. No one would ever suspect the remarkable show she put on
nearly every day for Arthur Newcomb.

Brenda was a taster. She liked to taste herself. Newcomb was a
man who thoroughly enjoyed the taste of cunt juice, but he'd
never known a woman who went for it with the zest of Brenda
Miles. She always masturbated like a machine-first rubbing her
clit, then pumping her cunthole with her fingers, and finally
sucking her juice-coated fingers. The same routine was repeated
over and over again, and since her clit massage was continually
interrupted by her finger-sucking, it always took Brenda ages and
ages to have an orgasm.

Newcomb decided he must be the world's expert on female
masturbation. He'd seen everything. There were times when all
four stalls were simultaneously occupied by women frigging
together like some crazy quartet. Most of them sat down while
they did it, but some of them liked to do it standing. There were
even a few who carried dildoes in their purses. Watching an
enthusiastic woman fuck herself with a dildo was great
entertainment.

Unzipping his fly, Newcomb fished inside and brought out his
half-hard cock. He slowly pumped his prick and watched Brenda
Miles slurping up her cunt juice. She had a full-lipped syrupy
cunt. From the look of her fingers, she was thoroughly juiced up,
and Newcomb imagined her drenched pussy was dripping cunt juice
into the toilet bowl as though it were piss.

She reminds me of that Goodwin woman, he thought. The image of
Elizabeth Goodwin's robust figure caused Newcomb to pump his cock
harder. He had a very special date with Elizabeth that very
afternoon. Thinking about it now made him shiver with
anticipation. A moment later an animal-like grunt came out of his
throat and his swollen cockhead erupted a geyser of white hot
jism all over his hand.

Elizabeth Goodwin reminded Newcomb of a battleship. Maybe that
was why he found her so attractive. She was a big woman with big
tits and a big ass. Newcomb was certain her tits were big enough
to close over his head and smother him to death. Thinking about
that made him tremble. When a woman made Arthur Newcomb tremble,
his cock immediately rose up ready for action. It made no
difference that Elizabeth was a crusty old bitch who liked people
to grovel at her feet. That was what Newcomb wanted. He wanted to
grovel at the feet of a strong-minded woman and Elizabeth Goodwin
was definitely strong-minded enough. The first time he met her,
he offered her a thousand dollars for the privilege of sucking
her pussy.

She refused, of course, at least the money part of it. She had
money of her own and she told him she didn't need his filthy
thousand dollars. But she'd let him suck her cunt if he'd let her
give the orders. She told him that the minute she set eyes on him
she knew he was a man who liked to be handled by a strong-minded
woman. Would he suck and lick her pussy and anything else she
wanted? Newcomb fell all over himself assuring her he would.

Now they were in his apartment and Elizabeth was turning to him
after a quick survey of part of his collection of porcelain dogs.

"Interesting," she said, "but I'm not here to look at your little
dogs, am I?"

"No," said Newcomb.

"You promised to lick my pussy. You weren't lying about that,
were you?"

"Of course not."

"Good," she said imperiously. 'Til need to use the bathroom
first, if you'll show me where it is."

Newcomb hesitated. He fidgeted, wrung his hands together, and
finally blurted out. "Are you going to pee?"

A flush of irritation came to her cheeks. "That's really none of
your business, but the answer is yes."

"Let me watch," Newcomb whimpered.

She stared at him as though he were mad. Then a glitter came into
her eyes and she smiled. "Why not? You'll see it all anyway,
won't you? My, my, Arthur, you have a dirty little mind, haven't
you?"

Inside the bathroom she teased him about the hungry look in his
eyes. Watching his face, she lifted her dress and slip, peeled
her pantyhose and panties down to her knees, and sat down on the
toilet. He had only a glimpse of the thick bush of hair below her
belly.

"You're a nasty man!" she twittered.

She pulled her dress up to show him her plump belly and fat
thighs. Then she opened her thighs to expose the top part of her
cunt. Enough was visible for him to see that she had the hairy
well-developed cunt of a mature woman, a cunt with a large pink
clit and thick brownish red cuntlips.

"Put your hand between my legs and I'll pee on it," she said with
a throaty chuckle.

Newcomb's heart pounded in his chest. The woman seemed to be able
to read his mind!

Moving closer to her, he leaned forward and slipped his hand
between her meaty thighs. The first feel of her cunt made him
tremble with lust. Her cunt hair was surprisingly wiry and her
cuntlips already slippery with her juice. A moment later a stream
of warm piss gushed over his palm.

"There it is!" she purred. "All for you!"

He waited until she finished, and then he drew his hand away with
his middle finger sliding between her cuntlips.

"That's enough of that," she said, pushing his hand away. "Take
my shoes off, and then get rid of my pantyhose and panties. They
just get in the way, don't they?"

When he had her shoes and underwear stripped off, she patted his
cheek and rose up. She planted one foot on the toilet seat and
calmly ordered him to clean her pussy with his tongue.

There was no chair in the bathroom and he had to get down on his
knees in order to carry out her wish. Now he had a close-up view
of her juicy cunt in all its glory. There was a lavish meatiness
about it that overwhelmed him. The warm womanly smell of her
pussy wafted into his nose and made him tremble with passion. He
groaned with pleasure at the bold display of ripe cunt and
curling hair. When he buried his face in her cunt bush, she
shivered slightly but otherwise maintained her composure.

"Rub your nose in it," she ordered. "I love it when a man sniffs
around in there! No one has done it to me in years."

He mewled and shivered and snorted against her succulent cunt. He
sucked the hairy folds of meat into his slobbering mouth. He
licked and wallowed in the abundance of slimy wet cunt-flesh.

She finally had to push him away with a protest that he used his
teeth too much.

"Let's get on the bed," she said. "I'd like to get comfortable."

Back in the bedroom, she removed her dress and carefully draped
it over a hanger in the closet. Newcomb marvelled at the way she
seemed in charge of things. She still had on a full slip and a
bra, but he could easily visualize her naked cunt under the slip.
Now that she had her dress off, her plump ass and huge tits were
emphasized. When he meekly asked her to uncover her tits, she
ignored his request and told him instead to fetch the pillow off
the easy chair so she could use it as a backrest.

"And bring a towel," she said. "I don't like a mess."

She finally settled down in a sitting position in the center of
the wide bed. She had the pillow behind her back and her legs
drawn up and opened wide to show her hairy crotch and gaping
cunt.

"My first husband used to suck my pussy for hours at a time," she
said coolly. "The man I'm married to now doesn't care for it very
much. I take a long time, Arthur, so be prepared. I like lots of
licking and sucking and a good deal of pressure on my clit. If
your tongue gets tired, use your nose, but just keep rubbing. I
also like some other things, but we'll come to those later. I
intend to thoroughly enjoy myself, Arthur. Now get down here and
show me if you're as good at this as I hope you are."

Crawling on the bed, he bent forward over her pussy and lowered
his head.

"Eat it!" she hissed.

In a moment he had the smell of her cunt juice filling his
nostrils. He kissed and licked, biting her musky flesh and
lashing his tongue deep into her dripping pussy.

Her pussy had a heavy odor of fish and vinegar that was much
stronger and more reciting than that of any woman he'd ever
smelled. The taste and aroma of her cunt were delicious. He
dipped his tongue inside her cuntlips to bring the wonderful
flavor of her cunt into his mouth. He lapped the entire length of
her meaty cunt with firm strokes. The salty flavor of her thick
pussy juice was a delight.

"Uuummm!" she groaned as he brought the tip of his tongue into
contact with her pink throbbing clit. She ran her fingers through
his hair and around his ears. He could feel the muscles in her
thighs ripple with excitement as he pulled her clit between his
lips and began to gently nibble at it.

"That's good!" she cried with approval. "That's the way! Chew it!
Yes! Yes! Lick it!"

The sounds of her arousal were music to his * ears. He scraped
his teeth over her clit and whipped his tongue back and forth
across her cunt-flesh until she was groaning like a mare in heat.
After a long while he tried to pull his head up, but she snarled
at him and pushed his head back down again.

"Stay down there!" she hissed. "Keep sucking!"

Newcomb shuddered and continued sucking. Her cunt became his
world. Her thighs were pressing against his ears, her cunt juice
covered his face, and the smell of her cunt filled his nose.

He'd known women who took a long time to come, but Elizabeth
Goodwin took the longest. His jaws hurt and his tongue flapped
around like a useless piece of meat. Finally, after almost an
hour of sucking, she had two small orgasms in quick succession.

"Now do the other hole," she said.

"What?"

"My asshole, darling. Lick my asshole. Don't be bashful."

"Jesus Christ!"

"Haven't you ever done it before? It's what 1 need to have a
really big one. You put your nose in my pussyhole and your tongue
in my asshole and sort of do both holes at once."

Pulling back her knees, she raised her crotch up under his face.
He gazed down at her wet cunt, at her cuntlips hanging loose and
, at the quivering pink bean of her clit, at the glistening white
juice collected at the mouth of her cunthole. Below, the gaping
canyon of her cunt, her asshole puckered and winked. He was far
from an expert in such matters, but he could tell this was hardly
the asshole of a young girl. It wasn't just the hair growing
around her asshole-young girls sometimes had that. The fact was
that her asshole looked used.

She's been fucked in the ass a thousand times, he thought. Did it
matter? He had an urge to do it. He had an urge to push his
tongue in there and make her moan in ecstasy. Having his tongue
inside her ass would represent her total domination over him. He
hardly knew her, and yet here he was slobbering over her crotch
like a trained dog!

"Do it," she ordered.

It was no longer possible to resist. With a grunt of unrestrained
lust, he lowered his face to the job. He screwed his nose inside
her wet cunthole. He lapped the raised ring of her asshole,
tickled it with the tip of his tongue, and then slithered his
tongue inside as far as he could reach.

A mewling sound of pleasure came out of her throat. She had her
knees pulled all the way back and her feet resting on his
shoulder blades. She slowly rocked her crotch back and forth as
he tongue-fucked her asshole.

"Oh, yes!" she hissed. "Get it in there! Ream me out! God, it
feels good!"

He could sense her rapidly building up to a climax. As she neared
the peak, she pushed a hand under his forehead to rub her clit.
Then she began a series of loud cries as her body tossed in the
final convulsion.

When he finally pulled his head away from her cunt, his face was
numb. She looked at him and chuckled. He found it hard to believe
he had just had his tongue in this woman's ass. She was not the
sort of woman people would think attractive. A man with his money
ought to be able to have young and pretty woman. Maybe he ought
to get himself a wife. He hadn't thought about getting married,
but maybe it was time.

"Get me another towel," Elizabeth said.

She wiped her crotch and then told him to bring out his cock.
With an expert hand she jerked him off into the towel and giggled
when his jism came spurting out of his cock.

Afterward, as they were dressing, she patted his cheek. "I think
I'll take that thousand dollars after all," she said. "I'm sure I
can find some way to spend it."

CHAPTER EIGHT

"I'll be happy to have dinner with you, Mr. Newcomb, but this is
the middle of the week and I'm a working girl. I must get home
early. Promise?"

Karen was delighted that Arthur Newcomb had finally asked her for
a date. Two weeks had passed since she had started working for
him, and she was beginning to think she'd lost her sex appeal!

Newcomb was a strange little man. He was.  Newcomb definitely
decided he ought to get married. Always immaculately dressed,
freshly shaved, and smelling of expensive cologne. He always had
a silk handkerchief sticking out of his breast pocket. His cheeks
were rosy, his moustache was precisely trimmed, and his eyes were
forever ogling the swell of Karen's tits. He seemed like a nice
man, but the nicest thing about him was that he was so rich!

She decided that at least at the beginning it would be best to
play hard to get.

"I'll have you home by nine o'clock," Newcomb said with a beaming
smile and one more glance at the thrust of her tits.

Karen had a sudden fantasy of Newcomb going down on her. She
wondered what it would be like to have that little moustache of
his tickling her clit. He had sensuous lips. It would be nice to
have his head between her thighs, to tickle his ears and run her
fingers over his scalp. What a gas it would be to have the
president of the company licking her pussy and sticking his
tongue in her cunthole!

Newcomb mistook the flush on Karen's cheeks as a sign of pleasure
at his dinner invitation. He had no idea of the erotic images
running through her mind. The images running through his mind
were as hot as the lava spewing out of a volcano! He had been
carefully watching her antics in the women's bathroom for two
weeks now. He had seen her do almost everything a woman does in
the privacy of a bathroom stall. She was a three-finger woman.
She used three fingers rapidly pistoning in and out of her pussy
to bring herself off in less than fifteen seconds. He was dying
to have her kneeling on a bed with her cunt and asshole staring
him in the face. The image of it drove him crazy!

They were both fully aware that the invitation to dinner really
involved more than that. There would definitely be some sex
afterward, but how far things would go was unpredictable.

They arrived at Karen's apartment after dinner in high spirits.
As Newcomb had promised, it was not yet nine o'clock. They had a
few drinks, a few laughs, and soon they were pecking their lips
at each other on the sofa.

In the midst of one of the longer kisses, Newcomb put his hand on
Karen's tit. Karen mewled her approval and reciprocated by
rubbing her fingers over the bulge of Newcomb's cock in the
crotch of his expensive suit.

His already half-hard cock immediately grew into a full erection
under the stroking of her fingertips. She quickly lost whatever
apprehension she had about moving too fast. Newcomb seemed
pleased.

"I like women who know what they're doing," he said.

Karen chuckled and teasingly pinched his cock. "Do you think I
know what I'm doing?"

"Yes."

"Then I suppose you like me."

"What's this?" "That's my nipple."

"It feels big. I like girls with big nipples." "Oh, damn, Mr.
Newcombl Let's stop playing games. Unzip my dress!"

"Call me Arthur," he said. "It sounds more friendly."

Moments later he had the back of her dress unzipped and her bra
unhooked. He drew his breath in between his teeth as he stripped
her to the waist.

"Jesus, what tits!" he said.

She pulled her shoulders back and smiled. "Do you really like
them?"

"Sensational!"

He put his hands on her tits, lifting them, squeezing them,
pulling on her nipples. Karen closed her eyes and purred with
pleasure. When he lowered his head to suck a long nipple into his
mouth, she groaned and rubbed his cock through his pants.

"Let's get undressed!"

Although she was in a hurry to have him fuck her, he backed off,
smiled, and without batting an eye said he wanted to lick her
pussy.

"It's been a long day," she said with a blush. "I need a shower."

"Never mind that," he leered. "I like them a little raunchy!"

Sweet Jesus! Karen thought. There was more to Newcomb than she'd
expected!

She quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes and posed her
body for him, showing him the swell of her meaty ass and the
jiggle of her tits. She hoped her body turned him on, and by the
response in his eyes, she guessed it did.

"How do you want me?" she said with a throaty voice. She found it
particularly sexy that he was still fully dressed with his usual
silk handkerchief sticking out of his breast pocket.

He had her sit in an easy chair with her legs draped over the
arms. He gazed rapturuously at her totally exposed cunt and
asshole.

"Christ, what a cunt!" he beamed.

Newcomb was impressed. Her cunt was a lush forest, her cuntlips
open and ready, her pink cunt glistening with her juice, her clit
stiff and protruding from its hood, her cunthole brimming with
white syrup. It was a steaming hot cunt made for eating and
fucking. The fact that there would be the added tang of sweat and
piss, the gamey flavor of a cunt after a long day, made the
prospect of sucking it that much more appealing.

Newcomb, you're an old cunt-hound! he thought.

So he was. Kneeling on the floor, he leered at her pussy and told
her how much she excited him.

"Go on, honey!" she said. "Get in there and lick it! Eat my cunt!
It's all ready for you!"

His eyes glittered as he gazed at her gaping cuntlips. The meaty
folds were wet with a sheen of whitish cunt juice. He could
clearly see into her cunthole.

"That's a deluxe cunt," he said with a smile of admiration.

"Well, eat it then!" she cooed. "Eat it! Put your mouth down
there and lick it good!"

"Christ, yes!" he said.

Leaning forward, he began rubbing his lips all over her crotch
and the insides of her thighs. Then he placed his open mouth
against the slit of her pussy and stuck his tongue out. His cock
jerked in his pants as he began licking the tender tissues of her
cunt.

"Ooohhh, God!" she groaned at the first touch of his tongue. "Eat
me, Arthur! Eat me!

Oh, honey! Lick my pussy till I blow my mind! Go on, Arthur, eat
it! Gobble my cunt and make me come! Gggnnnuuuggghhhh!"

Squirming on the cushion, she pushed her cunt against his mouth.
His hot breath blew against her cunt as he slurped from her
asshole to her clit. Her legs twitched and her belly trembled
with a series of small spasms.

A muffled snort came out of his mouth as he nuzzled into her
juice-drenched cunt and stabbed his tongue inside her cunthole.
Swirling his tongue, he sucked up the thick cunt juice now
flowing heavily from her pussy.

"Oh, Jesus, that's good!" she squealed. "Eat me! Lap my cunt!
Push your tongue in there! That's it, honey! Ooohhh, good! Don't
stop! Uuunnnggghhh! Eat my pussy till I go out of my mind!"

He hungrily sloshed his tongue around her cunt. He rubbed up and
down her juicy cunt slit and massaged the drooping folds that led
to her cunthole.

"Oh, shit, you fucker, eat my cunt!" she cried. Grabbing his
head, she pulled it to her crotch and pressed his face tightly
against her wet pussy. She gyrated her hips, bucked her pussy,
pumped her cunt against his mouth. "I want to come! Make me come!
Lick it! Lick it!" she cried.

Pushing his tongue as far inside her cunthole as he could, he
began twirling it around. His mouth made wet slurping sounds as
he reamed her cream-filled cunt.

"Oh, God, I'm going to come!" she gasped. She lifted her feet,
planted them on his back, and began undulating her hips and
mashing her cunt against his open mouth.

"I'm coming, Arthur! Eat me! Suck me out! Oh, God! Now, baby!
Now! Aaarrrrr-thurrr! Ggnnuugghh!"

He continued to lap at her squirming cunt until the tremors of
her orgasm had stopped. When she ceased moving and dropped her
feet back over the arms of the chair, he lifted his juice-covered
face and looked up at her. "Nice?"

"Oh, God, yes!" Karen groaned. "Super head, honey! I really dug
that!"

"You don't think I'm too old for you?" "Don't be silly! I like
older men. The young ones don't know how to suck a girl's pussy.
You're wonderful at it. You do it just right!" Newcomb was
pleased. He found Karen very exciting. There was a certain
deliberate sensuality about her that turned him on. She behaved
like a nympho and he loved it! On top of it all, her body was a
dream-big tits, big ass, and a ripe juicy cunt. He still had the
taste of her cunt juice on his tongue and the sticky feel of it
on his face.

"You can fuck me now, if you want to," Karen said with an impish
smile.

Newcomb nodded. His cock was threatening to burst through his
pants. His balls felt as though they were swollen to the size of
oranges. He quickly stripped off his clothes, and when he was
naked, he turned to face Karen with his stiff cock swaying like a
baseball bat.

"That looks like the answer to a girl's dreams!" Karen laughed.

Urging him to come forward, she gripped the base of his hard
cock, opened her mouth, and gluttonously enveloped his cockhead
with her lips.

"Jesus Christ!" he groaned.

She liked the sweet flavor of his cock. She sucked and slurped on
his thick prick, swishing her tongue over his swollen cockhead
and gripping it with her lips.

He put his hands on top of her head, burying his fingers in her
hair and watching her lips glide over his cock. He slowly hunched
at her mouth.

"Suck it!" he hissed. "Blow me! Christ, it feels good in there!
You've got a nice mouth. Your   luscious    lips    are   around
 my cock . . . wet and warm. Stretches your mouth, doesn't it?
You've left lipstick on me . . . luscious cocksucking mouth!"

Using her hand, Karen groped inside her juice-filled cunt. She
fucked her cunthole at the same time as she sucked him. She liked
the feel of his hot prick stuffing her mouth. His cock was thick
and juicy with a fat cockhead made for sucking. She thought of
taking his load of cum down her throat, but then she decided it
would be better if he blasted off the first time in her pussy.
Would she really succeed in becoming Mrs. Arthur Newcomb? God,
how marvelous it sounded!

She wanted to fuck now. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a
wet smacking sound and told him to take her on the rug.

"Do it from behind," she said. "I like it best that way."

A month passed. Karen eagerly became Newcomb's mistress. In the
beginning they tried to keep it a secret in the office, but
eventually everyone became aware of it. Karen didn't care-she had
no qualms about people knowing she was fucking the president of
the company. It also made it easier for them to fuck in Newcomb's
plush office.

Newcomb remained a puzzle. He wasn't half-bad as a lover. They
did all the things she liked. But something seemed to be holding
him back. There was also no talk of marriage, and Karen found
that disturbing. Her goal, after all, was to marry him, not just
have an affair with him. What was wrong?

The answer came one afternoon while they were alone in his
office. Karen was standing beside Newcomb's desk, enjoying the
feel of his hand under her dress and his fingers in her cunt,
when he asked her if she knew the game "horsey". She said she
didn't, but that she'd willing to learn. What she learned was
that Newcomb wanted to be ridden like a horse.

"With reins," he said. "We can use my leather belt."

A smile of satisfaction appeared on Karen's face. Newcomb was no
longer a puzzle. He was just a horse that needed a rider.

"Of course, darling," she said with a throaty voice. "I know all
about horses."

That evening in her apartment she rode him for the first time.
With his leather belt clamped between his teeth and her hands
holding each end of it, she could pull his head right or left and
direct him around the apartment.

They were both naked and sweating from their exertions after a
half hour of the game. Newcomb carried her weight on his back in
an obvious state of ecstasy.

"Giddyap, horsey!" Karen ordered. She whipped the reins and
spanked his ass. She enjoyed every minute of it. If Newcomb
wanted to be dominated by a woman, she was happy to do the job!

After riding his back until he was exhausted, she ordered him to
suck her cunt. He sucked and slurped and slobbered, groveling
between her thighs. She giggled triumphantly when he moved lower
down and began licking her asshole.

"That's the way, honey!" she chuckled.

"Clean my ass!"

Clean it he did. She made him tongue-fuck her asshole until she
got bored with it. When he finally complained that his tongue
hurt, she let him come up for air.

After that day the course of their relationship took a new turn.
During working hours she was his secretary, efficient and
respectful. In the evening she became his master and he became
her slave.

One night she picked up a young stud in a downtown bar and
brought him home. When Newcomb arrived, he stared dumbfounded at
the handsome youth.

"His name is Jerry," Karen said. "You can watch him fuck me."

She knelt on the bed. The young stud fucked her from behind while
Newcomb scooted underneath to suck her tits.

Jerry had a long thick cock and he fucked her slowly and deeply.
She told Newcomb Jerry's cock felt marvelous.

"It's a lovely prick," she said. "He really knows how to fuck."

Newcomb was surprised when he learned Jerry was only nineteen
years old. Karen wasn't surprised at all. He wasn't the first
nineteen-year-old she had picked up at that particular bar.
Nineteen-year-olds had very hard cocks and very good staying
power.

After Jerry shot off his first load into Karen's cunt, his cock
was still half-hard and she went down on him.

Newcomb stood behind the naked bent-over body of the dark-haired
secretary as she lapped and sucked the young stud's juice-coated
cock.

Newcomb could see the slash of Karen's pussy gaping wide open as
she bent forward. Her cuntlips were pulled apart by the angle of
her body. Streams of thick cunt juice and jism oozed out of her
dark hairy cunt. Above her cunt, the dark ring of her asshole
puckered in the valley between her plump asscheeks.

He hesitated a moment, debating with himself. As if sensing his
indecision, Karen wiggled her ass in invitation.

With a groan of submissive lust, Newcomb fell to his knees behind
her.

Her asshole and cunt were spread out under his face like a
banquet. He leaned forward so that his mouth and nose were a
fraction of an inch from the two inviting holes. He inhaled
deeply through his nose, savoring the aroma of her recently
fucked cunt. Then he moved higher, sniffing the familiar musky
fragrance of her asshole. Sticking his tongue out like a red wet
snake, he speared her tight asshole with its pointy tip.

A muffled squeal of pleasure came out of Karen's stuffed mouth
and she squirmed her ass demanding more.

The brown puckered lips of her asshole parted slightly to permit
the entry of Newcomb's tongue. He slid his tongue in about
halfway and wriggled it around inside her elastic shit-tube.

Karen shuddered with delight as Newcomb's thick tongue penetrated
her ass. Her mouth was completely filled with the juicy length of
Jerry's cock. Her lips were stretched wide, her tongue was
flattened, and her throat was tickled by his fat velvety
cockhead. She moaned at the heavenly sensation of having a cock
in her mouth and a tongue in her ass at the same time.

Rolling the thick cock in her mouth over her tongue, she sucked
gently at it as she licked. Newcomb's tongue continued reaming
out her asshole, and she pushed her ass back at him in an effort
to drive his tongue deeper inside.

The ring of her asshole closed tightly around the invading tongue
and the friction of his tongue's caress was increased by the
tightness.

She rocked slowly forward and back, forcing his tongue to move in
and out of her clutching asshole like a pistoning cock. At the
same time she also moved her head forward and back, alternately
swallowing and disgorging the thick juicy cock which filled her
mouth.

Her hand cradled Jerry's swollen balls in their lightly furred
sac. She rolled the two balls around, savoring their size and
weight, and then she moved a finger behind his ball-sac and
probed the tight entrance to his asshole.

God, how she loved finger-fucking a man's asshole when she sucked
him!

And how she loved having Newcomb kneeling behind her to lap at
her sweaty asshole like a puppydog! He might be president of a
company and all that, but at the moment he had his tongue up her
ass!

Now Newcomb was nuzzling her steaming asshole with his nose and
slithering his tongue down to her oozing cunt. He pushed his
tongue inside her cunthole and began tongue-fucking her pussy at
the same time as his nose burrowed in her asshole. She thrilled
at the voluptuous sensation of having both holes pronged with his
face.

She squirmed her ass, grinding her two holes against his nose and
tongue. She chomped on the fat cock stretching her mouth, sucking
on it wetly as though it were a popsicle.

She wondered if Newcomb could taste Jerry's jism in her cunt. The
thought of Newcomb slurping up the cum of the young stud was a
wild turn-on!

Newcomb, his face buried in Karen's upturned ass, was in a state
of high excitement. Since his cock was unattended, he closed his
fist around it and began jerking off.

A series of grunts and groans and moans heralded the arrival of
the trio at the apex of their pleasure. Jerry came first, filling
Karen's mouth with a. geyser of white hot jism. The mouthful of
tangy warm cum kicked off Karen's orgasm. When Newcomb felt the
contractions  of  Karen's  cunthole  around  his tongue and her
asshole around his nose, he increased the pumping of his fist and
shot his load on the rug with a force that felt as though he were
pissing.

That same evening, after Jerry had left, Newcomb told Karen he
was indebted to her for the most wonderful time of his life.
After sucking her cunt once more, he asked her to marry him.

CHAPTER NINE

Arthur Newcomb had his first heart attack less than a year after
he married Karen Driscoll. Some people nodded their heads and
said a man should never marry a woman twenty-five years his
junior. Other people snickered over the idea that Newcomb was
getting himself fucked to death, fucked and sucked and only God
knew what else. Karen looked like the sort of woman who could
fuck a man to death without batting an eye.

She quickly took to being Mrs. Arthur Newcomb, wife of the
president and major stockholder of Fidelity Insurance, an
attractive woman with a good body and a taste for expensive
clothes. She drove a new car, made new friends, and began a new
life. She met important people. One and all, important and
unimportant, they wondered what the Newcombs did in bed to turn
Arthur into such an exhausted shell of a man.

In the second year of their marriage, Karen realized she was
getting bored. Arthur's kinky little games were becoming routine
and tedious. She liked his subservience, the way he groveled at
her feet, the way he sucked her cunt and ass for hours and hours.
She enjoyed it, but never as much as he did. Even the boys she
brought home to fuck under his nose didn't do the trick. She had
a need for something far out, something really wild, something to
establish her complete dominance over Newcomb and drive him over
the edge. She thought she knew what that something was.

Maybe it'll kill him, she thought. The idea brought a brief pang
of remorse and then a vision of a truckload of hundred-dollar
bills falling on her head. She told herself she was a greedy
bitcfc and went ahead with her plans.

Then, as if to provide a sort of divine justification for it all,
she found out about the television circuit in Arthur's office and
his past habit of spying on the women's bathroom. For some reason
the idea hit a raw nerve and she went into an extreme rage.

"You're a filthy pervert!" she screamed.

Arthur trembled. He loved her this way- she was all fire and
passion and it turned him on.

Karen saw the lustful look in his eyes and sneered, "You want
fucking, huh? You want one of your crazy little games? Do you
have a hard-on, honey? Is your poor old prick aching to blast
off? You said you watched me piss the first day I started working
for you. Did it turn you on? Did you jerk off watching me?"

She left him alone and returned in a short while dressed in black
nylon-exotic black panties and a black garter belt holding up jet
black hosiery. Her black shoes had wicked pointed toes and
needle-thin heels. Her bra had holes at the tips and her long
thick nipples jutted through the holes like two pistols. She was
a vision of hot lust, a sex witch who brought a shudder of
uncontrolled desire to Newcomb's body.

"We do it my way, don't we, honey?" she taunted him. "My way or
none at all!"

"Yes," Newcomb whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, my love."

"That's better. Get your clothes off, shithead. Get your prick
out in the air."

When he stood naked, his cock rigid and throbbing, she looked him
up and down and smirked.

"You're drooling cock juice all over the rug," she said. "All hot
to trot, aren't you?"

She ran her fingers over his belly, over the bush of hair at the
base of his cock, and cupped his balls in her palm. He winced
when she closed her hand tightly and pulled his ball-sac.

"Hurt?"

"No," he said.

"I ought to hurt you. I ought to get even for your peeking at me
in the bathroom at the office. That was nasty, Arthur. Don't you
think you ought to be punished?"

Now her fingers moved over the length of his throbbing cock to
flutter over his bloated cockhead. She scooped up some of the
juice dribbling out of the slit. Her eyes glittering, she brought
her hand up to smear the sticky cock juice over his lips.

He licked and slurped and sucked her fingertips clean. Then she
wiped her fingers on his chest to get rid of his saliva and
patted his cheek.

"You're a good boy, Arthur. Are you clean?"

"Yes," he whispered.

She made him turn around and bend over to expose his asshole. She
rubbed the ball of her thumb over the ring of his asshole and
then pushed her thumb inside and probed around.

"Tight," she said. "Feel good?"

His only response was a groan of delight. She abruptly pulled her
finger out and wiped it on his ass.

"Get on the rug," Karen ordered. "On your back."

They were both lost now, lost in a jungle of dark desires. She
knelt over his face, reveled in making him strain his head up to
gobble and lick her nylon-covered pussy.

"Suck it!" she groaned. "Take the whole thing in your mouth! Suck
the juice out of my panties!"

She made him chew on the crotch piece of her panties until it was
soaked with a mixture of her cunt juice and his saliva. Then she
pulled the crotch of her panties aside and made him lick her cunt
until the hair covering her cuntlips was plastered down with his
spit.

"I ought to pee in your face," she hissed.

"You want that, don't you, honey? But not here, not on the rug.
We don't want piss on the rug, do we, darling?"

She climbed off him, wiggled her ass in his face, and walked away
to the bathroom. He crawled after her like an obedient dog.
Inside the bathroom she peeled off her panties and ordered him
into the bathtub. They had never yet come this far and they were
both flushed with desire.

"In the bathtub," she said huskily.

He meekly climbed into the tub and lay down on his back. After
kicking off her shoes, she climbed in after him and squatted over
his face with her wide-open hairy cunt only inches from his
twitching nose.

"Beg me for it!" she hissed. "Go on, beg me!"

A croaking sound of despair came out of his throat.

"Beg!" she cried.

"Please!" he whimpered.

"Please, what?"

"Please piss on me!"

With a long sigh of relief and exultation, she relaxed her
muscles and let loose a stream of hot piss on his face.

He groaned with such ecstasy she thought he shot his load, but he
hadn't come and he was still hard.

She helped him clean up. "Poor Arthur," she crooned. "You're so
brave. So brave and so sweet, just a regular little sweetie.
Everything is all right now. Let's go to the bedroom."

"Can we fuck now, Karen?"

"We'll fuck when I'm ready for it!" she snapped. "Get your ass
into the bedroom!"

She followed him down the hall, her eyes on his round firm ass.

"Wait for me on the bed," she said.

She made a telephone call. When she returned to the bedroom,
Arthur was curious but she said nothing. She crawled over him,
straddled his body and hung her tits over his face. She was still
wearing her cut-out bra and only her nipples were exposed. The
thick nubs were rigid and extended with her excitement.

"Suck my tits," she ordered.

He eagerly obeyed. She dropped a tit over his face and wiggled
the nipple into his mouth. He sucked at her like a baby, his
cheeks hollowing and mewling sounds of satisfaction coming out of
his throat.

When he had her nipple almost raw and hurting, she pulled it out
of his mouth and gave him the other one.

"You sure know how to suck a tit, Arthur!" she moaned.

Poised over him as she was, it was no trouble to direct her
steaming cunt down to his throbbing cock. In a moment she had his
thick cock pushed into the juice-filled channel of her cunt and
she lunged down to completely impale herself on it.

"Aaahhh, yesss!" she groaned. "That's nice!"

The feeling of control, of doing her own fucking, filled her with
a mixture of power and sex that made her almost wish she were a
man.

"Good, baby?" she asked, rolling her ass around, bending his cock
back and forth inside her cunt.

He shook his head off her tit long enough to answer. "Fuck me!
Fuck me, Karen! Fuck me good!"

"That's a good boy," she cooed, dropping her tit to fill his
mouth again. "Your cock feels good, Arthur. Lots of nice cock
filling me up. Big thick hard cock. I'll fuck you all night.
Shove it in there! Fuck my cunt!"

Pulling herself back from him, she cupped her tits in both hands
and squezed them while he strained upward trying to get them
again. She laughed at him and pushed her cunt down harder on his
cock. She deliberately teased him, holding back her tits from his
mouth until he started begging. She continued rolling her ass
around in slow circles as she moved up and down on his rigid
prick.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Who the hell is that?" Newcomb groaned.

Karen laughed softly. "A surprise," she said. She slipped off his
juice-coated swollen cock and patted his cheek. "You stay right
here until I come back, you hear?"

"Sure, honey," he moaned. "But for God's sake make it quick!"

"Karen, I'm nervous!" Marylou Smith said.

"Don't be silly," Karen laughed. "Arthur is like a little lamb.
He'll do anything I tell him to do. That's a pretty dress, honey.
You look adorable today. We'll get you dressed up in some sexy
things and knock his eyes out! Come on, we can do it in one of
the empty bedrooms. One advantage of money, darling, is that
there's always enough space. God, how I hate the thought of my
old apartment!"

Grabbing Marylou's hand, Karen pulled her down the carpeted
hallway and into a small guest bedroom. Getting Marylou involved
had seemed crazy when she'd first thought of it, but now that the
moment was at hand, Karen found herself flushed with excitement.
She loosened the belt of her robe to cool off. She chuckled when
she saw Marylou's admiring glance at her nude body under the open
robe.

"Get your clothes off," Karen said. "I've got some lingerie for
you. Arthur will go crazy when he sees you in it."

"You promised I'd wear a mask," Marylou giggled. "I don't think I
could go through with it if he recognizes me."

"Don't worry about that," Karen assured her. "I've got a mask big
enough to hide your whole face. He's never seen you without
clothes, so the problem is solved, isn't it?"

Marylou nodded as she stripped off her clothes. When Karen had
first told her what she had in mind, Marylou had been shocked.
Then, after thinking about it, she decided it was a
once-in-a-lifetime chance to get even with Newcomb for all the
little indignities she'd suffered while she'd been his secretary.
She tingled with anticipation now. She also found it stimulating
to peel her clothes off in. front of Karen. She remembered the
erotic sessions they'd had together.

"Sweet little tits," Karen said. She was tempted to throw Marylou
down on the bed and  gobble her girlish pussy,  but  Arthur
couldn't be kept waiting too much longer.

In a short while the two women walked into the master bedroom
where Newcomb was stretched out on the bed.

Except for a pair of shoes with high thin heels, Karen was nude.

Marylou wore high heels, smoky nylons, and a frilly garter belt.
Her small tits jiggled provocatively. Her cunthair was completely
shaved off to show the pink slit of her cunt between two fat
pussy lips. Her face was completely covered by a beaded mask with
two openings for her eyes.

"Jesus Christ!" Newcomb groaned. "What's going on here?"

"My surprise, darling," Karen laughed. "You can start by licking
her pussy!"

A few miles away, Don Graham was holding his wife's pretty
shell-like ears as he pistoned his cock smoothly in and out of
her widely stretched rosebud mouth.

Arlene gagged when his cockhead hit the back of her throat.

"Sorry, honey," Don said. "Just hold still and let me do the
fucking. You could cover your teeth a little more. That's my
baby!"

He used a slow rhythm. Arlene had only recently become used to
mouth-fucking and she couldn't take the full treatment yet.
Eventually he'd be able to fuck her mouth as though it were a
cunt, but for the time being he had to be satisfied with what he
could get.

"I ought to be getting a promotion soon," Don said. "Newcomb is
sure in a good mood these days. I suppose it's that new wife of
his. She's a real piece of ass!"

Arlene noisily pulled her mouth off Don's cock and looked up at
his face.

"I don't like the way you said that."

"Huh?"

"She was once your secretary. You didn't fool with her, did you?"

"Hell, no! You know I wouldn't cheat on you, honey."

The memory of Karen's hot mouth wrapped around his cock brought a
twitch to Don's cock. "Come on, baby, let's have that sweet mouth
again!" he said to Arlene. "I really dig fucking your mouth! Play
with my balls while I do it. Just keep jiggling them until I
blast off."

"Oh, Don, do you really have to come in my mouth?"

"Jesus Christ, what's a blow job without coming? Just a lousy
little suck, that's all! Blow me, damn it!"

Arlene obediently cupped her hand under his balls and jiggled
them on her palm.

"Use your tongue," he said.

"What?"

"Use your tongue on my balls, Arlene."

"Oh, God!" she wailed. "I know this is perverted!"

Moving her mouth close to the loose-hanging sac holding his
balls, she tilted her head back, lapped at his hairy nuts, and
finally sucked one into her mouth.

"Yeah!" Don groaned.

She rolled the ball around with her tongue, sucking tenderly on
its plum-like softness.

She's learning, Don thought. She would never be as good as Karen
Newcomb, but it was better than nothing. Arthur Newcomb was a
lucky old bastard to be able to have Karen suck his cock any time
he wanted it. Yes, sir, Newcomb was lucky!

On Tinley Street, Charlie Farrell was getting ready to do
something he'd been dreaming about for years. Wilma was unaware
of what he had in mind. She was kneeling on the bed with her ass
in the air waiting for Charlie to shove his cock inside her cunt.

"Luscious ass!" Charlie said admiringly.

Wilma giggled. Looking over her shoulder, she could see his huge
cock poised over her ass. He was rubbing it with his hands,
bringing himself to a full hard-on. She loved getting it
doggie-style-it was the best fucking of all.

Now Charlie hunched forward over her back and parted her
quivering asscheeks.

Wilma shifted to present her gaping hairy cunt to his hard cock.
She groaned as she felt the spongy head of his cock push into the
mouth of her cunthole. Then she gasped with frustration when his
cock was suddenly withdrawn.

"Charlie!" she cried.

Once again his strong hands spread her asscheeks apart. She tried
to hold them tensed together, but the pressure of his thumbs in
the crack of her ass was too great. Her asscheeks were stretched
apart until she could feel the cool air against her quivering
asshole.

"Charlie, what are you doing? Don't you dare!"

Charlie grunted. Her resistance added to his satisfaction that at
long last he had mustered the will to conquer her tight butt
hole.

"I'm going to fuck your ass," he said calmly.

"Never!"

"You're taking it up the ass, Wilma. I've been sticking my tongue
in there for years. It's time you had yourself reamed out with
something a little bigger."

She moaned. There was an unmistakable finality in his voice that
told her it was no use. She could feel the tip of his finger in
her asshole. She clenched her ass muscles tight in a desperate
effort to stop him. She could cry out or twist away if she really
wanted to, she knew that. Her ass was not really virginal-he had
sucked it and chewed it and probed it with his fingers. She knew
there would be pain at the beginning but pleasure afterward. The
idea of having his cock up her ass was strangely exciting and at
the same time intolerable.

Now Wilma relaxed a bit. Was Charlie really determined? Then she
felt a second finger push into her asshole beside the first.
She'd had two fingers in there before, but this time the
thickness seemed ominous. She imagined Charlie's cock was more
like three fingers than two. There was no way for his cock to get
in there without hurting her. She tried to pull herself up on the
bed away from him.

"Stop it!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"

"Bullshit!" Charlie hissed through clenched teeth. "You just
relax and it won't hurt."

"I don't want it!"

"Honey, this time I don't give a shit what you want. You're
getting my cock up your ass whether you like it or not."

A moan of pain and humiliation came out of her throat at the
realization that there was no way to stop him.

As suddenly as he had pushed his fingers into her asshole, he now
pulled them out again. Then he plunged them in again and began a
steady fucking motion with his fingers. He had one palm planted
firmly on the small of her back to keep her body fixed in
position. Turning and twisting, his fucking fingers drove into
her asshole to expand it and prepare it for the coming assault.

Sweet little asshole! he thought. In his mind he could already
feel the tightness of it grabbing and milking his cock.

The elastic ring of her asshole clung to his fingers as they
popped out with a sucking noise. He forced her legs wider apart
with his knees and lowered his face to lick wetly at the damp
crack of her ass. Swirling his tongue over the brown ring, he
covered the hole with a gob of saliva.

"Raise your fucking ass, Wilma!"

She raised her ass higher, pressing her tits against the pillows,
moaning softly at what she knew was the open invitation of her
exposed cunt and asshole.

His hands now grabbed her fleshy hips and held them steady. She
felt the head of his thick cock at the rim of her asshole and she
gritted her teeth as she made up her mind not to scream.

Moving his hands over the cheeks of her ass, Charlie pressed his
thumbs on either side of her wrinkled brown shithole.

"Just relax, Wilma. Just take it nice and easy."

She could feel him pulling her asshole open with his thumbs and
then probing the hole with the tip of his cock. The touch of his
cock was good at first, but then it became a hard, unstoppable
force.

"Oh, sweet Mary, mother of God!" she moaned. "Ooohhh!"

She bit on the pillow to muffle her cries. The tight resistant
ring of her asshole gave way before the steady pressure and
suddenly the head of his cock popped inside her hot shithole.

"Oooohhh, dear God!"

There was no escape. The intrusion of his thick cock in her
butthole vibrated through every fiber of her being. The rigid
shaft produced waves of agony as it pushed into her rubbery
asshole. His cock filled her ass like a wooden stake. In a moment
his coarse crotch hair met the softness of her quivering
asscheeks.

Charlie felt some easing of her muscles as he began slowly
pistoning his cock in and out. Her asshole felt marvelous. It
wasn't that much different from a really tight cunt, but the
psychological stimulation was overwhelming. He was violating
Wilma's hot muscular asshole, the asshole she had always denied
him. The sensation of victory was sweet!

"You've got a lovely ass, Wilma," he said. "Really wonderful!"

Her only reponse was a moan. She felt less pain now and the
beginning of a warm pleasurable sensation. The feeling of being
stuffed and stretched was there, but it was good. Her ass
instinctively moved backward to meet each thrust of his cock. Her
body tingled with excitement, her hips gyrating in circles, her
asshole tightly clasping his invading prick. The hot flashes
radiating out of her cunt brought home the fact that she was
totally conquered.

Now he rammed into her fast and hard, his swollen balls smacking
against her trembling upturned ass. Each mighty thrust of his
rampant cock brought a cry of pleasure from her throat.

He rammed again and again, stretching her asshole, gasping as he
bent over her back, finally quaking and grunting as he began
shooting his hot jism deep inside her shithole.

"Oh, God, help me!" Wilma groaned.

When at last Charlie reluctantly withdrew his deflated cock, his
thick milky cum oozed out of her asshole to stream down the crack
of her ass to her cunt.

As he looked down at his wife's fucked-out inflamed asshole,
Charlie thought about Newcomb and Karen. How lucky Newcomb was to
have Karen's ass any time he wanted it!

Lucky? At that very moment Arthur Newcomb was uncertain whether
he was in hell or heaven. He was kneeling on the bed with his
shoulders down and his ass in the air. His face was buried in
Karen's steaming juice-drenched pussy. Behind him a woman wearing
a mask, a woman who seemed familiar but still unknown, had a
rubber cock strapped to her thighs, pistoning in and out of his
tortured asshole.

Karen's cunt had a lovely pungent smell. He wouldn't mind
crawling in there and forgetting the world. He'd crawl right up
her drooling cunt and curl up in a good sleep.

"Keep sucking, Arthur," Karen said. "If you don't keep sucking
me, our friend will stop fucking you. You don't want her to stop,
do you?"

His reply was a great heave and a desperate gasp. His face buried
itself more insistently in Karen's dripping cunt.

Marylou giggled and continued pumping the rubber cock in and out
of his elastic asshole. She didn't care any more whether Newcomb
recognized her. She was having too much fun. She was having the
time of her life.

Karen stared down at Arthur's head and suddenly grew pale.

"Something is wrong," she said.

Marylou giggled again. "Maybe he's fainted. I'm sure fucking him
to beat the band!"

"No, something is wrong!" Karen hissed. "Arthur? Are you all
right? Answer me, Arthur! Arthur! My God, I think he's dead!"

Karen groaned. Marylou was too dumbfounded to make a sound. Like
the idiot she was, she continued fucking Newcomb's asshole until
Karen lashed her foot out and kicked her away. Karen patted
Newcomb's lifeless head and looked at Marylou with vacant eyes.

"I guess I've just inherited an insurance company," Karen said.
Then her eyes focused on Marylou and she smiled. 'Til be the new
president of Fidelity Insurance. If you'd like a new job, you can
be my secretary."

Marylou whimpered and nodded. "Is he really dead?"

Karen started laughing. "Dead! He's as dead as a doornail! He
died getting fucked up the ass and you and I are the only ones
who will ever know about it. You can keep a secret, can't you,
Marylou?"

"I guess so," Marylou said weakly.

"Good," Karen nodded. "Now get rid of that shitty-looking cock
and get down here and suck my cunt like a good little secretary."

The End

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