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LCS70007 Secretary In Heat by John Kellerman

FOREWORD

The advent of a more liberal society has revolutionized the life
of the modern American woman, opening up new vistas both
professionally and personally. As with most social revolutions,
however, the changes are apt to be slow and sporadic, leaving
untouched many of those it hopes to reach.

One occupation, that of the secretary, reflects the uneven
progress of social change-women entering this field have long
been considered slow witted and easy, with little consideration
given to their true personalities of capabilities.

Living in this shadow and its traditions, the woman in this
story, Mandy Jameson, casts a new light onto a profession long
stereotyped. Both ambitious and adventurous, she finds herself
suddenly confronted by a sexual depravity which challenges her
curiosity.

SECRETARY IN HEAT-a chronicle of our times. The story of a woman
trapped in a tide of lust and passion.

-The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

Everything was going so perfectly it was almost scary. Mandy was
aware of the cab driver's glances in the mirror as he drove. Did
he suspect that she'd run away from home? She tried to remember
that she had to act confident. She was twenty three, not
nineteen. Who would know the difference? And after all, running
away from home at nineteen . . . no, twenty three wasn't any big
deal. Besides, she already had a job waiting for her and
reservations at the Central Hotel in downtown Bay City. No one
was going to say anything. In this bustling city, no one would
give her a second look. But what was that driver looking at?

"Central Hotel," he said, pulling to the curb. "Not the ritziest
joint in town, but not the worst either." While Mandy fumbled in
her purse, he leaned an arm against the back of his seat and
watched her, his jaws working a big piece of gum. "Where you
from, anyhow?"

"Out of town." Mandy was trying to think of how much to tip a
cabdriver. She'd never had that problem in Haysville. Haysville
didn't even have one cab.

"You know, if I had a chick like you working with me, we could
make a killing."

"I beg your pardon?" Mandy pushed a lock of blonde hair off her
cheek and looked at the man. He had quick, clever eyes and an
easy smile.

"You could make five hundred a day, easy."

"Five hundred?"

"Dollars baby. You know, bucks." His eyes scanned her again.
"Hell, I could line you up with some John in less than an hour
from right now. You need some extra cash?"

"I certainly don't know what you're talking about." Mandy pushed
a ten dollar bill at him and got out. The driver came around and
got her bag out of the trunk. He was digging her change out of
his pocket when Mandy grabbed her suitcase and started away.

"Hey, you gave me too much."

"You can keep it."

"Naw, you'll need it worse than I will." The driver took her arm
and forced a few bills into her palm. "How old are you, anyway?"

"Twenty three," Mandy said. She wished she'd told him it was none
of his business.

"Twenty three, huh? Like hell. More like eighteen or nineteen."

"Would you let go of my arm please?" Mandy realized she was
almost as tall as the man. For once in her life, she didn't feel
self conscious because of her size.

"Jesus Christ," the cabby said, shaking his head. "I know a
couple of big shots that would pay one fifty, maybe two hundred
for a go at you."

Mandy's cheeks reddened. She was getting the drift of things now.
"Let go of me!"

"Here, take my card. You never know when a young girl needs a
friend in the big city."

Mandy took the card just to get rid of the man. She hurried into
the hotel and put her bag down in front of the desk. She was so
flustered, she almost couldn't remember her name.

"Mandy Jameson. I've got a reservation."

When at last she was alone in her room, Mandy looked at the small
white card with just a man's name and phone number on it. She
almost threw it away. Something made her stick it into her purse.


"My first memento of the city," she said, lifting an eyebrow. "I
guess a girl really has to watch out for herself around here."

Mandy started a bath running and hung her clothes up to get the
wrinkles out. She had an appointment with her new employer in
three hours. She wanted to freshen up from her bus ride and put
Haysville behind her. She wondered if her folks would be worried
when they read her note.

Stripping slowly in front of the mirror, Mandy thought of what
the cabby had said to her. Instead of being angry now, she felt
flattered. He had actually been propositioning her! Did she look
that good?

"I guess I do," she sighed, turning sideways and arching her back
so that her tits rose high and firm on her chest. They weren't
humungus, but they wre nice and round with little pink tips that
sometimes got firm and tingly. They were firm and tingly now.
Mandy ran the flat of her hand down her belly and out over the
gentle curve of her hips. The small triangle of fluffy blonde
curls didn't quite cover her cunt. Her hips weren't overly wide,
but her ass was delicately rounded and jutted out in a sweeping
curve from the small of her back. Her legs were long. Very long,
very graceful. Except when she was walking or running. Then they
took on a coltish, slightly awkward look. Mandy hadn't quite
learned how to manage them yet. Her blue eyes sparkled as she
rubbed a finger back and forth across the bridge of her short
nose. "Darn freckles."

She opened a drawer to put away some panties and her mind froze,
her eyes opening wide in shock as she looked at the glossy cover
of the magazine lying there. Quickly, Mandy slammed the drawer
shut and put her undies in the next drawer over. Her mind
whirled. She was dizzy and short of breath. She realized more
than ever just how sheltered a life she had led up to this point.
Her preacher father and her busybody mother had forbidden her to
so much as think a wrong thought. She had never in her life
imagined that such magazines existed.

Gingerly, she opened the drawer again. "Oh, god in heaven." But
this time she didn't slam it shut. Her body felt so odd. Her cunt
was itchy and the wetness had started to seep out, darkening her
pussy curls, matting them together. The young girl on the cover
was sucking a man's cock! The full color picture was enlarged to
show the tiniest details. Like a droplet of saliva leaking from
the corner of the girl's mouth. And other things too terribly
wicked to think about.

Mandy had never in her life seen a cock. But even in this
picture, she couldn't see much. The girl had most of the prick
inside her mouth. Mandy was panting now, shocked but fascinated.
She pressed her thighs together instinctively and the pressure
against the satiny flesh of her cunt made her moan softly.

Using a pencil, Mandy turned to the first page. The same girl,
the same cock. But this time Mandy could see the whole,
incredible length of the prick. The girl, who couldn't have been
more than her own age, was using the tip of her tongue against
the head. It amazed Mandy and made her tremble. It was flared out
into a streamlined barb that was much darker than the rest of the
man's shaft. It was dark like a bruised plum. It glistened with
spit. The girl's tongue looked so soft. The man's cock looked so
hard.

"I don't believe this," Mandy gasped, using the pencil eraser to
turn another page. Again, she almost slammed the drawer shut. But
she didn't. She stared instead at the picture of the young girl
sprawled on her back on a bed, her knees bent and open. With a
glistening forefinger, the girl touched herself. Touched a little
lump of flesh that nestled , between the plump lips of her cunt.
Her face had a dazed, heavy lidded look to it. As if she were
experiencing the most wonderful pleasure. The other fingers of
her hand were cocked back daintily so that just that one finger
touched her slippery nub.

A tingle went through Mandy. She had one of those nubs, too. But
her mother had given her a lecture when she was a very young
girl. Not in any circumstance was Mandy ever to touch herself.
And especially not that little nub. For nineteen years, Mandy had
obeyed. But sometimes in the night, she awoke all hot and
shivery. And she knew it had something to do with that little
nub. Often, as the dream trickled through her half conscious
mind, she would squirm her pussy lips down against the mattress
and a lovely, weightless feeling would come over her. Then a
sharp, almost unbearable pleasure would knife through her
suddenly and she would writhe uncontrollably until sleep finally
took her again. In the morning, she had always told herself it
was a silly dream. That nothing had really happened at all. But
her panties were always damp, clinging tightly to her swollen
cunt after such a dream. Mandy had never had the courage to
mention the phenomenon to her mother.

But the girl in the magazine was doing exactly what Mandy had
been warned not to do. The girl was exciting herself like the
dream had excited Mandy. She was intentionally bringing on the
pleasure Mandy's mother had told her to avoid. Mandy quickly
turned the page.

The girl was shown in another pose, her finger still dipping into
the plumpness of her cunt. But another figure entered the
photograph. The man again, visible only from the waist down. The
girl's free hand was holding his cock as he seemed to be lowering
himself towards her. On the facing page, the man's cock was
closer to the girl's cunt. But her finger was still pressing that
little nub. Her face was twisted in an agony of pleasure.

Mandy's legs were shaking now. She was breathing hard and fast.
And she felt a hot trickle of juice leak down the inside of her
thigh. When Mandy saw what was on the next page, she slammed the
drawer shut, almost pinching her finger.

"I do wish they'd clean up the rooms better when somebody moves
out." Talking to herself, Mandy went into the bathroom and turned
off the bath water. She was outwardly angry at the pervert who'd
occupied her room before her. Another part of her mind was trying
to reconstruct what might have happened. Though it was silly, she
was imagining that the girl in the magazine had stayed there, had
done those very things right on her bed.

Mandy was in the water now, splashing her tits, rubbing soap
between her fingers. It was an unconscious impulse that made her
rub lather across her nipples. Usually, she squeezed water from a
washrag over them to avoid any unladylike behavior. But this
touch, this soapy friction made her groan as her clit throbbed
under the hot water. Yes, that was what the girls at school
called it, Clit.

"Ohhh, my," Mandy sighed, soaping her tits again. It felt too
good to stop. And after all, there wasn't really anything wrong
with a girl washing her own tits. It was odd how her mother had
always made her feel that it was.

By now her nipples were darker and longer and much more
sensitive. She lay back in the tub, letting her long, lanky body
float upwards. Her cunt mound broke the surface. She lay a hand
casually across one thigh, a fingertip dangerously close to the
spot where the girl in the magazine had touched herself, her
pussy!

"No, it's wrong." Yet even as she said this, Mandy realized she
was no longer under the influence of her parents. She was grown
up, on her own, in her own hotel room. In a little bit, she'd go
to meet her first employer. She was going to be a secretary,
going to make her own money and her own decisions. Her long, thin
finger moved a bit closer to the blonde curls of her cunt mound.

"I shouldn't . . . I'd better not." She pulled her hand away and
quickly sat up. She finished her bath as quickly as possible,
pulled the plug and stood on the bathmat, rubbing herself dry.
But she was trembling like a leaf. Her mind was flooded with the
images she'd seen in that damned magazine. Images of fucking and
sucking.

Sitting on her bed, Mandy shook baby oil onto her palm and rubbed
her legs. She worked the oil into her skin, pretending to be
occupied with this simple chore. But the slick feel of the oil on
her fingers had other things going through her head. She saw that
her cunt was more swollen that normal. Her clit already pooched
out a little. And it looked a bit dry. Mandy dumped more oil onto
her fingertips and took a deep breath.

Twice she withdrew her touch before the contact was made. A
droplet of baby oil fell against her clit and just the sight of
it spreading made Mandy shiver. She was afraid that the first
touch might be the beginning of the end. She was ready to feel
some awful, heavy guilt descend upon her.

Until at last she could resist the temptation no longer. Her hips
were already squirming as she pressed three oily fingers up
against her cunt and rubbed them up and down.

"Yuuuhhhh," she groaned, the sudden thrill taking away her
breath. She hadn't expected anything quite so intense. Her hips
rocked from side to side as she massaged the oil into her dainty
pink flesh. Her cunt folds bloomed outward as she rubbed. She was
getting very spongy now and very hot. The oil made slick, sexy
sounds as she worked it into the deeper crevices of her pussy.

"Pussy," she sighed, letting the strange word linger on her lips.
She'd heard the term but never in her life said it out loud. A
girlfriend had told her that men liked to call a girl's cunt a
pussy. Mandy let her middle finger dive down along the length of
her pussy. There were lots of little folds and bumps and hot
places. She caressed herself again like this, letting her
fingertip glide along the oil slickened flesh, feeling her body
respond to this gentle stimulation. It was heavenly! Was this
what her mother had warned her against? Was there some hidden
evil in touching your own pussy?

"Maybe I should stop." But when she tried to withdraw her
fingers, Mandy found she had lost the willpower to quit exciting
herself. And she was getting excited. Very excited.

"Ohhhhh, god ..." she panted, flopping back on the bed, her heels
hooked on the edge of the mattress, knees bent. She realized she
was in almost exactly the same position as the girl in the
magazine. She tried to mimic what she remembered, her forefinger
pointed delicately, her other fingers curled back. Her toes
pointed. Her knees spread.

"Uhhhhh," she moaned, her head swaying. Blonde hair fell across
her eyes. Her chest heaved. Oh, why did it feel so good? It was
really too good to stop now. Her fingers had a life of their own,
sliding, searching over the oily, swollen sufraces between the
lips of her cunt. "Mmmmmmm!"

Now Mandy was aware of a different smell in the air. It was
musky, her own sex perfume that the excitement was causing. She
moved her hips forward and back, her narrow back arching up from
the bed, then humping down into the mattress as she forced her
cunt upward. By now she was almost clawing at the overheated
flesh. Her pussy throbbed, flaming with an itchy pleasure she'd
never before experienced. It was an exhilarating, mind blowing
pleasure. And it never for a moment stayed the same. It just kept
getting better!

"Ohhhhh, I can't stand it much longer! Ohhhh, I never knew it
would be like this ..."

The bed thumped as her ass danced up and down. She concentrated
on her clit now. It seemed the most sensitive place of all. Her
fingers circled and probed. She squeezed her clit between thumb
and fingertip. She fanned it with all the fingers of her hand as
if she were strumming a guitar. The juicy, squishy sounds made
her buck. She was having a hard time breathing now. Her eyes went
out of focus.

"Whhhuuhh, ohhhhhh, god!"

An exquisite pain went through her cunt. No, it wasn't pain. It
was just something so good that it hurt a little bit. She rolled
her hips violently, her fingers hurrying to catch the tickle that
was driving her mad. She caught it. Suddenly, her body whipped
around as if she were being electrocuted. She kicked and
squalled, her ass lurching, pumping, plunging. She couldn't
scratch the tickle hard enough. Mandy thought for a moment that
she'd gone too far. She was going to die of some forbidden sexual
act. She was going to die in the throes of some erotic fit that
was too powerful for such a young girl to live through.

"Ohhh, ouch, woweeeee."

Her body twisted with the contortions of ecstasy. She smeared
baby oil up and down her cunt as her slim hips beat the bed. She
was drooling now, her pulse beating loudly in her ears. She
breathed like it might be her last moment of life. Her belly
sucked in under her ribs as tremors of pleasure went through her
loins.

At last she lay exhausted, her long, thin arms thrown out, her
legs open wide so that one foot dangled off the bed. She stayed
like that for a long while, breathing deeply and steadily while
her mind tried to explain the unexplainable. How could anything
ever feel that good? And this time she hadn't dreamed anything.
She'd made it happen herself.

When she sat up, she began to feel guilty. Had she sunk to some
awful depths of wickedness? She thought of the girl in the
magazine. A girl who would suck a man's cock. The kind of girl
who might accept the offer the cabby had made. Mandy wasn't that
type of girl at all. She felt horrible now. The sight of her oily
fingers made her wince.

"I don't have time to get all worked up. I've got an interview."
She jumped from the bed and made her way unsteadily to the
dresser. She couldn't goof up now. Her future as an independent
young woman depended on this job. Quickly, she began to dress.

"You can sit over there, Miss Jameson," the man told her. He was
on the tall side, with a trim, well cared for body and craggy
good looks. Mandy guessed he was something just over forty. He
was her new boss, Mr. J.W. Waltham. But she was a bit confused.
It appeared that she'd be working here, at his house. He had a
fully equipped office with a secretary already stationed outside.
Mandy began to wonder what her own duties might be.

"I read your references carefully, Mandy. You don't mind if I
call you Mandy?" Of course she didn't. "You can stay here in my
house if you'd like. There's a room upstairs. It might be better
since I'll be needing you at odd times of the night and day."

"I see."

"I'm in the investment business. I'll be expecting you to take
care of personal details that I don't have time for. Take calls,
reply to personal mail. Do a favor or two when someone flies in
from out of town."

"I see," Mandy repeated. She really didn't understand at all. But
Mr. Waltham was explaining.

"You see, I mix business with pleasure very often. I'll take a
client out to eat and we talk over business matters there. These
clients are often alone. And they're very appreciative of a
little feminine companionship."

"Oh."

"You'll be treated royally, I can assure you." He came around the
desk. "You can consider such duty like you might a date back in
your home town. Just be there for some lonely man to talk to.
You'd be surprised how much better the wheels of business turn
when a man has a pretty girl at his side."

Mandy rose and let her new boss take her hand. She was trembling
with the newness of all this. She'd thought only of an eight to
five desk job when she'd sent her application and picture. Now
she understood why Mr. Waltham wanted the picture. It made her
nervous.

"I'll show you your desk," he said. "And please call me Jimmy."
He squeezed her hand. "I insist."

"Yes, Jimmy," she said, her voice unsteady. She followed him
through a paneled door. The small room next to his own office was
more fitting for a queen than a young secretary. A plush rug,
expensive art hung around here and there, even statuary. There
was a long, leather couch, large enough to sleep on, a few more
chairs in matching decor.

"I hope this will do."

"It's lovely. I hope I live up to your expectations."

"I'm sure you will." Jimmy gave her hand one last squeeze. "A
word of warning about my son. You'll see him around. He's not
worth much and he'll probably try to waste your time. Just
remember your only duties are to me. You don't have to be nice to
him just because he's the boss's son."

"Yes, sir," Mandy said, trying to take all this in.

"Call me Jimmy. Remember?"

"Yes, Jimmy." Her boss leaned forward quickly and kissed her
temple. Mandy didn't know what to do, so she did nothing. But the
soft, lingering kiss went straight down her body. It was almost
as if her cunt had been kissed. She tried to hide the way her
breathing had gotten so ragged and wild.

"And I'll let you decide whether you want to stay here or
elsewhere. Think about it."

"For the time being, I'll keep my room at the hotel," she said.

"As you wish."

On her way out of Jimmy's office, she caught a look from the
secretary. It wasn't especially a nice look. Mandy saw envy in
it. She couldn't understand why. The tawny, dark haired girl
looked like a movie starlet. Her satin dress fit her like sin
itself, and Mandy felt a little dowdy by comparison. Jimmy
introduced the girl as Tanya. He called her his right arm.

In the hallway outside, he leaned close to whisper into Mandy's
ear. "You'll be my left arm, you see." Mandy had the funny
feeling that this rich and powerful man was a little crazy.

CHAPTER TWO

The first week went by quickly. Mandy tried to fit in around the
place. She learned what Jimmy wanted in the way of help. She
began to answer a pile of personal letters, most of them polite
acknowledgements of a favor. She was starting to feel a little
important. Maybe she deserved the plush office she'd been
awarded. After all, her job was important to her boss's success.
She delivered long distance messages in a cheerful, breathy
voice, just the way Jimmy had instructed her to do. He told her
she was doing fine. And on Friday, she met Jimmy's son, Tom.

He came in around lunch. Mandy had been about to go out when the
tall young man blocked the doorway, a crooked smile on his face.
There was no mistaking him. He looked a lot like his father.

"If I knew my old man had hired a new one, I'd have gotten her
sooner. College is such a bore these days."

"If you'll excuse me, I was about to go to lunch."

Without warning, Tommy grabbed her arms and pushed her against
the wall. His kiss smeared her lipstick and his hips rubbed
against hers. Mandy was too shocked to fight him. She could feel
the throbbing of something hard against her belly. Tom's hands
swept down her back, caressing the outward curve of her ass. His
touching made her feel giddy. At last, she had the presence of
mind to push him away.

"Your father warned me about you."

"I'll bet."

"I don't have to be treated like this," she said. "But you won't
say anything."

Tommy grabbed her again. This time, his hand went under her
skirt. She dropped her purse and pounded against his back. But
his lips were so hot and wet. He was sucking the air from her
lungs, it seemed. His hand, under her skirt, probing, petting . .
.

"Noooo! Ohhhhhh, stop! Don't ..."

His fingers edged along the elastic of her panties now. He
stretched the lace away from her thigh. Suddenly, she knew that
his finger wasn't outside the narrow band of nylon. He was
fingering her cunt!

"Nhhhuuhh," she groaned, still beating her fists against him, but
weaker now. Her hips rocked uncontrollably. It was too much like
how it had felt when she'd excited herself that first time. And
after that first finger fuck with the baby oil, Mandy had
abstained totally from any self stimulation. She'd put sex out of
her mind completely. And she'd hoped that the memories wouldn't
come back to haunt her.

But Tommy's finger moved gently across her clit now and it was
all too much to bear. She felt starved for this touching, as much
as she hated him for attacking her.

"No, not any more! Now leave me alone!"

But Tommy was strong. He had her pushed back against her desk
now. He forced her down onto it. A paperweight was swept off by
her struggles. A sheaf of paper flew across the rug. Tommy jerked
the hem of her skirt up suddenly, baring her damp panties and her
long, white thighs.

"You're crazy!" Mandy screamed, clutching for something to hit
him with. Tommy knocked the stapler from her hand before she
could use it. Then he hooked a finger under her panty crotch and
stretched it to one side.

"Christ, you're lovely."

Mandy tried to kick him, but Tommy had already thrust his head
between her legs and was almost breathing against her cunt. Now
that her panties were stretched aside to reveal her naked cunt,
he pinned her wrists to the desktop and pushed his mouth forward
suddenly.

One second Mandy was fighting like a wildcat. The next second she
was trembling as her back arched up from the desk and her head
flopped over the edge. Her long blonde hair swept across the
carpet as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn't move,
couldn't think. Because Tommy Waltham was eating her cunt! He
chewed her plump lips, dove deeper with his tongue. In all her
life, Mandy had never suspected that anything could feel quite so
sexy as having her pussy sucked.

"Uhhhhhnnn," she groaned, gathering her will to fight him again.
But her movements were awkward and uncoordinated. Her shoes
slipped off as she brought her feet back to kick her attacker
away. But the more she bent her knees and the harder she tried to
hook her heels against his shoulders, the more her pussy was
stretched open.

"Yuummmmmm," Tom breathed, his tongue lapping hungrily across her
feverish cunt flesh.

At last, Mandy hooked her heel at the front of one of the boy's
shoulders. But when she tried to straighten her leg to push him
away, she found she had no strength. His hungry mouth slurped up
and down her open cunt. She could feel his spit mingling with her
juices and running down the crack of her ass. Weakly, she tried
to pull her panty crotch back across her naked slit. Tommy
stopped her easily, pinning her wrist against the desk again.

"Ohhh, ohhhhhh, god! Please, stop doing that ..."

But he wouldn't. His mouth was so hot! It was slick, too, and he
seemed to be sucking the delicate pink flesh of her cunt deep
into his mouth. That feeling of suction made Mandy whimper
helplessly. Her ass began to move up and down.

Thrills knifed through her. Mandy realized that these sharp edges
of pleasure were being caused by Tommy's tongue. He would make it
very hard and push it up and down the deepest part of her cunt.
The constant, slick rubbing was making her lose all sense of
right and wrong. And when he licked her clit, she squealed
uncontrollably.

"Mmmm, god damn, you taste good."

"No, stop it! Please, stop it." Yet through all her
protestations, Mandy couldn't keep still. Her slim hips plunged
from side to side, bucked up and down. She'd drawn her heels back
again, hoping to kick Tommy away. But again, that position only
opened her young, hot pussy all the more. And with it open like
that, Tommy wallowed his mouth back and forth against her cunt
until she thought she was losing her mind.

The tickling pleasure she'd experienced before was throbbing
through her cunt. But a finger was nothing compared to what
Jimmy's son was doing to her with his mouth. He seemed to know
exactly how to make her feel hot. He nibbled on her inner cunt
folds now, drinking the slick juice that flooded out. The sound
of what he was doing was wicked enough. But the soft, sliding
friction drove Mandy ever closer to the brink. She could feel the
energy building up in her loins.

"Nhhhaaaaahh!"

"Yeah, baby, you like it, don't you?"

"No!"

Her thighs tightened. Her chest heaved. Her nipples felt like
they were on fire. Tommy was moving his mouth up and down rapidly
between her open thighs. She was being licked and devoured. Her
ass went rigid, lifting her pussy upward for the boy to feast
upon.

Mandy was experiencing the strangest mix of emotions. She was
shocked and ashamed of what was happening to her. Yet the more it
did happen and the longer it went on, the weaker became her will.
It was all so slick and itchy and maddening. Like her finger
games, only a hundred times better.

And even if she had possessed the strength to push Tommy Waltham
away, it was too late now. She gave a choked squeal and her ass
beat upon the edge of the desk. Then she was coming.

Tommy pushed her knees so wide she thought she'd split in two. He
licked and sucked and stabbed at her with his tongue until Mandy
thought she'd lost her mind. The pleasure swirled through her
mind like a hurricane. Her body lurched and twisted as the same
pleasure throbbed up and down her long legs, through the small of
her back and through the softness of her belly. She felt the
ecstasy everywhere! It was engulfing her, pushing her to the
brink of unconsciousness.

"Yuuuhhhhhh," she gasped, not even fighting him now. Her hands
rested on his shoulders as she tried to lift herself. But when
she looked, all Mandy could see was the boy's eyes and nose. His
mouth was hidden by her fluffy blonde cunt hair. She could see
him rooting around between the lips of her pussy. His nose
glistened with her juice. His cheeks were smeared with it. And
she was coming! Coming in a glorious burst of pleasure that made
her too weak to hold her head up.

"Ohhhhhh, Tommeeeeee!"

Mandy was glad she'd fainted. She hadn't completely passed out,
just faded a little. She could hear Tommy running water in the
little bathroom just off her office. He rubbed the damp rag
across her face. When she made whimpering noises, he put his
mouth close to her ear.

"You'd better keep quiet about this. You wouldn't want to lose
your job, would you?"

Mandy was angry and perturbed, but she couldn't think of what to
say.

"Tommy, listen, I . . . "

"I've got to get going. I'll be seeing you around." He gave her a
knowing wink. At that instant she hated him. She struggled to
pull her dress down. Her panties were still stretched to one
side, hooked over one swollen lip of her cunt.

"If you think you can get away with this, you're crazy!" she said
loudly.

"Remember my warning," he said, pointing a finger at her. She
felt suddenly as if she were the guilty one. Though she'd been
helpless to stop the boy's attack, maybe his father wouldn't
understand. And had she really tried her very hardest to stop him
in the first place? Tommy was still there, smiling at her now.

"You loved it. Don't be making up any silly little stories about
how you didn't."

"I didn't want you to do it!" Mandy cried, thoroughly mixed up
now. But Tommy was gone and she was there by herself, her mind
still swimming with confusion. At last, she went to the small
bathroom and freshened herself up. She held a wet washrag against
her cunt for a while until the swelling went down. She was still
breathing hard. It made her feel funny to think of what had
happened to her. She could still see Tommy rubbing his face up
and down between her thighs. God, he'd actually licked her there!
It was all a crazy dream. Now that she was alone again, Mandy
tried to convince herself that it hadn't really happened at all.

That afternoon wasn't an easy one. Though Jimmy didn't seem to
suspect that his son had been hanging around, Mandy was sure the
man must have sensed her guilt. Of course, she couldn't know this
for sure, but through the rest of the day, she hardly raised her
head from her work. Her cunt was still throbbing from the hot
licking it'd received. Her mind wandered aimlessly. But at last,
her workday was drawing to a close. She was putting things away
and cleaning off her desk when Mr. Waltham came in.

"Where are you eating tonight?" he asked.

"Oh, I'll pick something up before I go back to the hotel."

"Why don't you eat with me and I can drop you off there."

It seemed that a particular answer was expected of her and Mandy
guessed what that would be. "Thank you, I'd like to," she said.
Actually, she'd hoped to be alone. She was still afraid that her
manner might make Jimmy suspicious. She had not really recovered
from the attack of Jimmy's son. Her cunt still throbbed from the
hot, slick suction of his mouth.

The restaurant where Jimmy took her was elegant. Mr. Waltham
ordered wine. She pretended to be used to such things, though
she'd never had an alcoholic drink in her life. She was
fascinated by the floor show, a sultry singer and piano player.
Ritzy looking people passed their table. Mandy felt like a lost
child. But she was having a good time. The wine had made her
forget a little of what Jimmy's son had done to her.

"I just wanted to get you used to fancy places," Jimmy said. A
couple of nights next week I'd appreciate it if you'd have dinner
with a business acquaintance of mine." Jimmy poured her more
wine.

"Will we come here?"

"We might. I'm going to take you out shopping tomorrow. We'll buy
you some new things to wear."

Mandy felt like she was in the middle of a Cinderella story.
Wasn't it a bit strange for a girl who'd just started working for
someone to be getting all these benefits? But then she wasn't
familiar with the ways of the city. And after all, she was
Jimmy's personal secretary.

After dinner, they drove to a fancy apartment building. Jimmy
acted like he had a surprise for her. He handed Mandy the key to
the door after a long ride in the elevator.

"We must be all the way to the top," she said, pushing the door
open.

"It's the penthouse apartment," Jimmy told her. "And you can keep
the key."

"What?" She turned, her blue eyes wide.

"I'll consider it a business deduction," Jimmy said, guiding her
by the shoulder. "But you can come up here whenever you want. You
can even live here if you decide to."

Mandy sat on the couch, her eyes dazzled by the sumptuous
apartment. She thought of living here. The more she thought of
living here, the less inviting her hotel room seemed. Mr. Waltham
opened the refrigerator and brought out a bottle of chilled wine.


"I'm already dizzy from the wine at the restaurant," she said
when he handed her a glass.

"A little more won't hurt you."

A little more didn't hurt at all. Mandy was starting to get a
little drunk. Then she was a lot drunk. She remembered Jimmy
turning on the hi-fi, her hi fi he told her. She danced with him,
her body warm against his. He nuzzled her hair. It seemed a
little too intimate, but with the wine working in her blood,
nothing was really all that strange. Mandy had never been drunk?
It was a crazy, wonderful feeling. She couldn't believe that all
this was happening to her. A great boss, a wonderful job, and
this apartment if she wanted it.

"Can I move in tomorrow?" she asked.

"You can move in tonight."

"Oh, let's dance some more. My parents never liked me to dance."

Mandy's long legs flew across the rug. Jimmy was holding her very
close. She would have been uncomfortable if it hadn't been for
the wine. To have her body pressed so tightly against his. But
with her head swimming with alcohol, it was nice. Even when
Jimmy's hand slipped down to the small of her back, then slipped
down farther.

"I'm out of breath," she said, sensing a danger she couldn't
quite put her finger on. What was happening? Jimmy's eyes looked
so soft. He kept smiling at her like she was some kind of
priceless art object.

Mandy kicked off her shoes. She was dancing alone now, giggling,
whirling. Jimmy caught her wrist but she pulled away. She stopped
to drink more wine. Jimmy's hands were at her waist. He pulled
her back against him. She felt his hands sweeping gently down her
body. Her pert, plump ass pressed against him and she felt a
hardness.

Normally, Mandy would have been shocked and embarrassed. But the
wine seemed to dull that. She wasn't even afraid. She just pulled
away from her boss. It was getting late. She knew she'd better be
getting to bed.

"I feel so funny," she slurred. "I think I've had too much to
drink."

"You should stay here tonight."

"I don't have any of my things."

It seemed crazy. Her boss led her to the bedroom, opened a closet
and stepped back for her to see. There were nightgowns, all of
them new! They were the loveliest things Mandy had ever set eyes
on. Some were red, some blue, some pink. She was too dizzy with
wine to protest when Jimmy pulled one from a hanger and held it
out.

In the bathroom, she wiggled into it. There was a full length
mirror on the door and when she saw how she looked, she almost
pulled the gown off again.

"Come on out, I want to see how you look."

There were all kinds of warnings going off in her head. Something
wasn't quite right about all this. Alone with her boss in a fancy
apartment he was going to let her use. Modeling a sexy nightgown
for him. And it was sexy. So sexy that Mandy blushed at her
reflection despite the wine she'd gulped down. It cut low across
her tits, showing her youthful cleavage, almost showing her tits,
too.

The gown fit her waist like skin. Red satin skin. And it was cut
prfectly to cling to her slim hips, her fully rounded asscheeks,
even her thighs. It was a long gown, but the sides were slit well
above the knee. She was still looking at herself, hardly
believing the transformation when Jimmy jerked the door open.

"Beautiful," he said. He'd taken off his coat and his shirt was
unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His dark hair was mussed and
that softness was in his eyes again. A softness with a certain
hard edge behind it.

"Thanks for the wonderful evening," Mandy said, starting around
him. A hand caught her waist. She felt his fingers sliding over
her ass. Through the sheer material the touch was very sexy.

"You've still got your panties on. A girl should never bother
with panties when she's wearing something as beautiful as this."

"But ..."

"Come on Mandy, take them off."

"I . . . "

"Be a good sport."

Mandy was too drunk to argue. A good sport. Sure, she wanted to
be a good sport. Especially if her boss wanted her to be a good
sport. She hiccupped loudly and reached up under the slits in the
sides of her gown. She let her undies fall around her ankles and
stepped out of them.

Jimmy went down on one knee, picking her panties up like they
were some object to be worshipped. He pressed them against his
face, taking a deep, slow breath.

Mandy's nipples tingled as the gown slid across them. Her cunt
throbbed. She was remembering things again. Naughty things. What
was she doing here, anyway? It was wrong. She had to get dressed
again, had to get Mr. Waltham to take her back to the hotel.

"Come here, Mandy," he said. She felt herself puulled against his
chest. Her tits pressed against him. His hands pulled her ass
forward so that she felt his cock. Even inside his pants it felt
hard and hot. "Let's go to bed, Mandy. Right now!"

CHAPTER THREE

Mandy remembered running. She remembered heavy footsteps behind
her. She remembered an arm circling her waist, a hot mouth
opening against the nape of her neck. Shivers of excitement
jolted through her then, making her long legs wobble. She was
panting. She was being dragged back into the bedroom.

"Drink this," Jimmy said, pushing a wine glass under her nose.

"No."

"Drink it." Mandy drank. Hands were so hot.

Mouth was so wet on her shoulder. Why had she put on this gown in
the first place? To go to bed. Yes, it was sleepy time. But her
boss didn't seem to be much interested in sleep.

On the bed now her shoulders pushed down. Jimmy nuzzled against
her tits. She felt his tongue against her nipple. She pushed
weakly at his head but couldn't find any strength. Jimmy had one
shoulder strap down now as he eased the lacy top of the gown away
from her quivering tit. In the light from the bathroom, her tit
gleamed white and perfect, her pink nipple erect.

"No! Don't kiss me there!"

But Jimmy was kissing her. He was sucking her, his teeth teasing
her nipple until she could hardly get her breath. And under her
gown, his hands were moving, feeling, squeezing. Mandy squirmed
harder.

"Here, give me your hand," he gasped. "No!"

Her wrist was grabbed roughly and then she felt the hard, hot
length of his cock. She closed her fist, refusing to touch him.
He uncurled her fingers and made them wrap around his hot prick.

It was the first time in her life she'd ever done anything like
that! But having his hot, throbbing cock in her palm made strange
shivers go up and down her body. Mandy tried to make her mind
work. She was so drunk! And Jimmy was kissing her neck, then her
mouth.

His tongue went between her teeth before she could stop him. She
groaned as his fingers opened her cunt lips. Her gown was pulled
up around her waist now, revealing her long, perfect legs and the
fluff of blonde curls. Jimmy dug between her plump cunt lips,
revealing the glistening pink flesh inside.

Mandy gasped and tried to buck her way loose. Her weak movements
were useless. Her boss's finger petted her clit tenderly. The
tiny nub became a juicy finger of flesh that pulled away from its
protective hood. He kept rubbing her as he kissed his way down
over her tits, then her belly.

"Ohhhhh, god ... "

"What a beautiful, long legged bitch you are," Jimmy whispered.
"But you've got a few things to learn. You do want to help me in
my business affairs, don't you?"

Mandy didn't have time for an answer. Her body heaved upwards
from the bed as Jimmy's mouth reached her cunt. His tongue felt
like fire as he whipped it down along her open pussy. He began to
flick it rapidly across her clit, his thumb pressing in against
her cherry now.

Weakly, she tried to close her legs. Jimmy had wedged his
shoulders between them. She pushed with both hands at the top of
his head. He grabbed her wrists and held them while he continued
to feast with agonizing slowness at the sensitive flesh of her
pussy.

"Ohhh, ohhhhhhh!" Mandy gasped. Her head swayed, spilling her
long blonde hair across the pillow. It was like when Tommy had
done it earlier that day. Except better. Slower. More
tantalizing. She wished she wasn't so drunk. What was happening
to her will?

When she pulled her hand away from Jimmy's cock, he just made her
grab it again. She didn't like to hold it. It throbbed. It was so
hot! And the skin slid up and down too easily. She wondered what
might be under that sliding, warm skin.

Jimmy stopped licking her cunt and worked his way back up her
writhing body. His slippery mouth pressed and sucked her as he
went. He took his time at her navel, diving into it with his
tongue until even that felt sexy. Mandy knew her mind was not
working right. Her skin flushed with excitement as this strong,
handsome man fondled and stroked her tits and cunt.

He was lying almost on top of her now, one hand behind her back,
the other one touching the hand she held him with to make sure
she kept touching.

"Have you ever fucked before, Mandy?"

"No! And I don't want to. It's wrong. It's ..."

"I'm glad you feel like that. Because it's fun to show a girl
like you just how much fun fucking is."

His cock throbbed against her fingers.

"I don't want to!" Mandy pulled her hand away and pushed at
Jimmy's shoulders. He kissed her mouth hard and her struggles
grew weak. Why did it feel like that when his tongue went so
deep? Why was her heart pounding so fast?

His hips moved between her thighs. Again, Mandy felt panic. She
couldn't fight his strength. And the things he was doing to her
made her feel so helpless.

"Don't . . . ohhhhhh, Jimmee!"

Her cunt was being touched by something hot and hard. Something
that spread her cunt lips until the feverish, juice drenched
pinkness of her pussy felt the hardness, too. Mandy wriggled her
hips in fear. It was Jimmy's cock! He was going to . . .

"I'm going to fuck you, Mandy."

She was frantic! Her ass lurched from side to side as she tried
to avoid his cock. She pushed hard against her boss's shoulders,
but he merely knocked her hands aside and began to nurse hungrily
on one of her firm, white tits.

"No! Ohhhhh, god, don't do this to me!"

But Jimmy wasn't doing it quite yet. He was holding his cock in
his hand, petting the open flesh of her pussy. He petted upward,
then slowly downward. The sound of her juices smearing across his
exposed cock head made Mandy's back arch up from the bed.

"You can't . . . I'm a virgin ..."

He kissed her mouth then and her protests were smothered. Though
she tried not to let herself feel anything, it was like trying to
stop a waterfall, her flesh tingled. Her heart pounded faster
than ever. An itchy sensation burned across the swollen pinkness
of her cunt. It was the touch of Jimmy's cock that was doing it.
She couldn't escape his hot, throbbing prick.

Now the strong man brought her legs up. He wasn't in a hurry and
seemed unperturbed by her refusal to cooperate. But despite her
awkward struggles, Mandy was helpless to really stop him. He
pushed her knees toward her body until they were almost touching
her tits. This opened her young cunt wider than it had ever been
opened before. She could feel all her dainty, hidden pussy folds
revealing themselves. And Jim took advantage. He rubbed her
harder with his cock, tracing the plump lines of her outer lips,
the dainty squiggles of her smaller inner lips. He used a slow
circular motion to rub her clit. He rubbed it until she could no
longer think and could hardly breathe. "Enough . . . ohhhh,
that's enough."

"You know that's not enough," Jim gasped, his voice husky. He'd
hooked his shoulders under her knees to keep her legs back. And
she could feel his cock pressing harder into her cunt.

"No!" Mandy wriggled furiously. "Not there!

Don't push on me th th . . . ohhhhh!"

A sting of pain made her wince. She still worked her ass from
side to side, trying to spoil Jimmy's aim. But his cock tip had
nestled into the soft, red spot where her cherry was. And as a
trickle of something hot leaked down her ass, she knew that he'd
injured her already.

"Whhhaaahh," she babbled, trying hard to straighten her legs. But
Jimmy humped his back up, his hips driving forward. There was a
wet sound of penetration. His cock tip plowed her soft flesh open
and her pussy gave. There was another sting of pain. It lasted
only a second, and then she could feel his thick cock head
sliding into the circle of muscles that was her pussy hole.

The sensations was so unexpected and so new that at first Mandy
couldn't even cry out. She just lay there writhing, her eyes wide
with fear, her mouth open for the scream that never came.

"Nhhhaaaahhh," she whined, afraid to move violently now. Because
the feeling of being stabbed had grown more intense. She could
sense just how big Jimmy's prick was! It was stretching her until
it hurt. When she moved, his fat knob rubbed her in sides. And
that made her feel giddy and strange.

"Ohhh, you're fucking me," Mandy groaned. She'd never used that
word in her life, but now it had popped right out. And as she
said it, Jimmy dug his fingers into her ass and thrust again. She
quivered, her face going pale as the head of his cock speared
another inch into her slick, tight pussy.

Mandy could hardly bear to watch Jimmy's face. When he thrust
like that, his eyes glazed over and his mouth hung open as he
tried to get his breath. She realized with a shock that it was
her own cunt that was causing this. She could feel her muscles
spasming whenever he tried to get deeper. Her slippery pussy
would close down around his cock, the satin smooth surfaces of
her cunt smearing hot juice all over his shaft. But it was the
tip that she felt most of all. It swelled and shrank with a
throbbing rhythm. It was so big and fat inside her cunt, exciting
wildly.

"Ohhhhh, Jimmy, you've done what you wanted to do. Now leave me
alone."

"Baby, you're too sweet to and tight for me to stop now. I want
to feel how deep you go."

"Deep? You mean you want to put more . . . ohhhhh, no."

Again Mandy tried to straighten her long legs. But Jimmy braced
his shoulders against the undersides of her calves and thrust his
ass forward. There was another juicy sound as his cock opened
more of her twat. She was still bleeding, but there was no pain.
There was something else instead and that frightened Mandy even
more.

"Stop . . . I'm losing my mind!" she screamed.

"How does it feel, Mandy?"

"Awful!"

"No, it doesn't. Tell me the truth." He kissed her tit, his
tongue raking across her nipple until her back arched and she
trembled with lust.

"It's driving me crazy. It itches so bad!"

"Where?"

"My cunt! It tingles and burns and when you . . . ohhhhh!"

"Where else does it feel good?" he asked wickedly.

"My tits . . . when you lick them ..." Mandy realized that Jimmy
was getting the answers he wanted, that she'd been tricked. "No,
it's awful. You're hurting me!"

"Like this?" He gave her another inch. His cock swelled as he
drew it back agian. The barb of his tip seemed to be pulling her
insides out with it.

"Yaahhhhhh!"

"In and out," he gasped against her ear. "In and out of your
tight little cunt. God, you're hot! Hotter than any girl I've
had."

"Hot ..." Mandy babbled, her head swaying from side to side
savagely.

"I'm hot, too. Can't you feel me?" he panted.

"Yes! Too big! All swollen up inside me. Hurting me!"

"But making you wriggle. Why are you squirming like that, Mandy?"


"Can't help it . . . got to scratch the itch!" she shrieked. "The
itch?"

"Yesss! Ohhhhh it tickles so bad. It's making me feel like . . .
like	"

"Like what Mandy?" Jimmy's mouth covered her ear, his tongue
teasing the delicate whorl until she whimpered.

"Like when I can't stand it any more and then I kind of go crazy
and ..."

"Come. Isn't that what you're trying to say?"

"Yessss!" she howled.

"You're going to come if I keep doing this."

"Yes! Stop doing it. I don't want to come!" she bellowed.

To her surprise, Jimmy stopped moving. He lay down upon her, his
chest mashing her tits, his mouth warm and wet against her neck.
His hands were still, cupping her ass. He'd let her legs down a
little, but she couldn't get them closed. Her thighs were wedged
apart by his body. And his cock stayed deep, throbbing every few
seconds until Mandy wanted to scream.

"Mandy, you've started to squirm again."

"Can't help it!" she hissed.

"But you don't want me to go on fucking you, do you?"

"No! Take it out!" she gasped.

Again, Jimmy's reaction surprised her. He withdrew his cock
slowly, letting her feel every inch sliding out of the tight
grasp of her cunt. But when just the head was still inside her
hot hole, he stopped.

"You want me to take it out now?"

"I ... I ... "

"Why aren't you answering me? Why are you wiggling like that?" he
asked.

It was true. Mandy couldn't stop the side to side movement of her
ass. She was plunging, rolling her hips, rubbing the stiff,
swollen cock that was just inside her pussy.

"If I take it out," Jimmy whispered against her ear, "you won't
feel the pleasure any more."

"... won't feel?" Mandy babbled.

"No, and that tickle you were telling me about, you won't feel
that either."

"Ohhh, ohhhhh, god."

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Mandy?"

She bit her lip. Why had she drunk so much? Why had she let this
happen? Why had she put on that damned nightgown? Her hips
lurched and the tickle grew more intense.

"Do something to me!" she cried, flinging her head to one side.
"Ohhhh, god, do something."

"First, I want answers to a few questions. You're not really
twenty three, are you?" he asked.

"No."

"How old?"

"Nineteen."

"You ran away from home?"

"I'm legal age," she panted, her ass moving faster. Her hands
slipped down Jimmy's back until she could feel his ass. It was
firmly muscled, and to let her long, thin fingers slide across
each of his asscheeks made her moan with lust. Then she dug her
nails into him, her back hunching down into the bed as she
offered her wounded cunt to his stiff shaft for the fucking she
needed.

Jimmy covered her mouth with his and ground his body forward. She
felt the sudden penetration. Her eyes opened wide, then shut
tight in fear. It was going deeper than ever before! It was going
deep, deep within her cunt. And as his cock slipped into the
juicy slick paradise of her young pussy, her muscles rippled,
closing behind him.

"Nhhhuuhh," she groaned, moving like someone was branding her.
Her belly was hard. Her tits pushed up against Jimmy's chest. He
kissed her mouth harder, his hands under her ass again as he
thrust and stabbed and fucked her like a madman.

Mandy felt like an animal. All her life she'd been taught to be a
reserved, mannerly young lady. Her mother had always let her
believe that a refined female would never enjoy anything so
carnal as fucking. Even the word was cold and ugly. But why did
her body thrill when Jimmy whispered fuck against her ear like he
was now?

"Fuck me good, you little wildcat," he panted. "Oh, baby, it's
getting good!"

"Uhh, uhhhh, ohhhhhh, god!"

Mandy was aware of almost everything now. The expensive tangle of
silk around her waist, the tiny straps that Jimmy had pushed down
her arms so that he could pull the gown free of her tits. She was
aware of his belly against hers, too. And his chest hair excited
her nipples. She could feel the tension in her long, coltish
legs. She had one bent so that her foot touched the side of
Jimmy's thigh. The other was stretched out at a sharp angle from
her body, her foot dangling over the edge of the bed.

And all the while, she was aware of Jimmy plunging his ass. His
hips moved between her parted thighs. His cock moved between her
stretched cunt flesh. His prick probed so very, very deep into
her virgin pussy. She'd never guessed that anything could reach
that far! Her own, fevered depths surprised her and excited her,
too.

"Nhuuuhhh, it's making me feel crazy again, Jimmeeee!"

"Baby doll, I'm gonna lose it any second." He sucked her bottom
lips between his teeth. "I'm gonna come!"

CHAPTER FOUR

Mandy felt only a moment of panic. But it couldn't last. Because
the pleasure that was welling up inside her was far more intense
than being afraid of what Jimmy was going to do. She felt him
stiffen, his fucking movements grow wild. He fucked her with
furious energy, his cock pulling almost out of her cunt before
being rammed in full length. Her cunt turned from smoldering
excitement to flames. She rocked her hips with frenzied passion.
Her breath hissed in her throat. Her hands clutched Jimmy's back
as she let him do what he wanted, as she thrust against his
thrusts and rode his stabbing cock upward on a breathless spiral
of joy that never seemed to end.

"Ohhh, baby," he groaned. She felt his cock jerking. Each jerk
spurted fresh cream deep into her cunt. Mandy was only partly
aware of what was happening. Her eyes were out of focus. She was
simply a pleasure seeking animal now, wallowing in the glory of
the fuck. She rubbed her soft tits back and forth against Jimmy's
chest. Her mouth opened eagerly this time when he tried to kiss
her. When he sucked her tongue, she gave it to him. She was doing
all these things as if a strange spirit had invaded her body. She
wasn't behaving like her mother had taught her. She wasn't
herself at all. But she could act no differently. The ecstasy
that throbbed through her cunt was overwhelmingly powerful. She
was twitching and jerking, her body ravished by Jimmy's mouth and
cock. She heard her tight, lusty squeal, sounds she'd never
dreamed she'd make. Her pussy squeezed down around hardness. The
hardness was Jim's cock. Her cunt was milking his big prick
violently.

"Yeah, baby, ohhhhh, god, what a sweet little pussy . . ."

"Jimmeeeee!" She came, her breath locking in her throat. She
squirmed with delirious violence under the weight of Jim's body.
He cried out again as her cunt pulled at his hot cum. She lifted
her knees, unable to keep still, unable to control the raging
storm of lust inside her loins.

Her clit seemed to sparkle with bursts of pleasure. One after
another she rode the thrills, her hips working constantly to keep
the fire stirred up. Until at last she was totally exhausted. She
let her arms fall limply. Her legs stretched wide. And as she lay
there without moving, she was only aware of the slow, grinding
movements of the man on top of her.

"Yeah . . . good . . . ohhhhh, yeah, baby, what a sweet little
fuck you are."

Jimmy went on fucking her for another few moments, his movements
not as wild as before. His cock only rubbed her gently now,
sliding in and out in the cummy mess he'd spurted. She could hear
the squishy sounds when the edges of her pussy clasped around his
shaft as he went on fucking her. Then the full reality of it all
descended. She was aware of herself sprawled on the bed, the
nightgown pushed up to reveal her nakedness, her tits red from
where Jimmy had sucked on them. And she was aware of the hot cum
leaking down the crack of her ass.

Quietly, her eyes pinched shut, Mandy began to cry.

"Hey, none of that." Jimmy eased his cock free of her cunt and
reached for the wine glass.

"Here."

"I've had enough. I've had more than enough."

"No you haven't. Drink." She obeyed, the wine tasting like acid
on her tongue. But it did make her feel a bit better. She wiped a
hand across her eyes.

"That's better." Jimmy helped her sit up. A stream of cum oozed
from her cunt.

"Oh . . . you ruined me." She started to cry again. "I'm going to
have a baby."

"Don't be silly. You needed that fucking more than I did." Jimmy
grinned and petted the side of her face with his fingertip. "And
baby, I needed it bad."

"I didn't take this job with you so you could take me to bed."

"But I did. And you liked it," he said, grinning.

"I hated it." Mandy drank the rest of the wine and pushed the
empty glass at him. "I'm not going to work for you any more."

"Oh, but you are." Jimmy stepped to a desk and took something
from a drawer. Mandy didn't even know what it was until the flash
filled the room with light. Her boss cocked the camera and shot
again.

"No, not like this!" she cried, trying to cover herself. But the
first three shots had taken her unawares. She could almost see
them now. Her tousled blonde hair, her cunt leaking cum, the
nighty tangled around her body. When she tried to get up, she
almost fell. Jimmy caught her with one hand. She could feel the
cum streaming down the inside of one thigh.

"I just wanted a few shots for my private collection. I hope I'll
never have to use them."

"Use them?" She turned her blue eyes up.

Jim kissed the bridge of her short, freckled nose. "I wouldn't
want to have to send some to your parents."

Mandy let out a breath, sagging harder against her boss's
supporting arm. "It would kill them. It would destroy them."

"Then be a good girl and cooperate. You'll have plenty of
benefits, believe me."

"But what about . . . this?" She looked down at her poor little
cunt. White droplets of cum clung in her sparse blonde curls. A
sharp, musky aroma rose from between her thighs. Jimmy patted her
ass.

"I've got a little pill. When you come to work tomorrow morning,
I'll give it to you. You won't be able to get it anywhere else.
And if you don't take it tomorrow ..." He gave a little shrug.

"I'll be there. But be sure and have it."

"Of course. And don't forget. We'll be going out again tomorrow.
That business acquaintance I told you about."

Mandy looked down at her bare feet on the rug. "Oh. Yes."

"We'll make it a foursome. Tanya will go with me.

"Tanya. Yes," Mandy replied automatically. "I think you'll like
Brewster," Jimmy said, smiling lewdly. "Brewster?"

"Interesting man. He was a football player a few years back,
nearly a superstar. But he's opted for business now. And he likes
young blondes." Jimmy fingered her hair. Mandy felt a chill go
through her cunt. She weaved across the room and poured herself
another glass of wine.

"If you want to stay here, I'll have someone go get your things
tomorrow."

"That's okay. I can get them myself," Mandy said drunkenly.

Jimmy dressed slowly, watching her. She still had on the gown
she'd been fucked in. But somehow she couldn't find the energy to
change. She sat on the edge of the bed. Her nipples were sore
where Jimmy had chewed on them. And her cunt was beginning to
throb.

"I hurt," she whimpered.

"There's aspirin in the bathroom. If you need me, my phone number
is in the desk."

"Ohhh, I feel lousy. I'm so ashamed!" Mandy cried.

"Here's a little bonus so you won't feel quite so lousy," Jimmy
said. He put something on the desk and walked to the door. "I'll
see you tomorrow' morning."

When he was gone, Mandy crossed the room. It was a one hundred
dollar bill. New and crisp and fresh. She wished she was new and
fresh still. She left the bill where it was. She didn't even know
how to spend that much money. Her physical needs had always been
modest. Her parents had taught her to be frugal. She'd always
dressed plainly. Her meager allowance at home had always lasted
her. What could she do with a hundred dollar bill?

"I could get a plane ticket back home," she said out loud.

No, that was clearly impossible. Jimmy Waltham might be just the
kind of man who'd do what he'd threatened. And he was powerful
enough to stay out of trouble if she accused him. After all, it
would be just his word against hers.

Mandy rose and stood before the full length mirror in the
bathroom. She looked very tousled, very mussed. Her gown hung
crooked on her shoulder. It was damp down one side where all that
hot cum had leaked from her cunt. Her tits felt very tender. Her
nipples were swollen and sensitive to the lightest touch.

It would be easy to cry. Somehow, Mandy stifled her sobs. She
took a hot bath, hoping to scrub the sin from her flesh. But her
pussy reminded her what had happened. Every movement was painful.


She lay in bed staring at the ceiling. She wondered if she'd
survive the horror of the night. But the wine had made her
sleepy. She remembered wiggling under the satin sheets and
pulling a blanket up over her. Then she was asleep.

Jimmy met her as she came up the steps of his mansion. He gave a
nod and she followed him through the outer office and into his
own private chamber. Tanya had a knowing look on her face that
Mandy resented. Or was it just her guilty conscience working
overtime?

Surely Jimmy hadn't told her anything, had he? Her boss closed
the door behind her and opened a drawer. He shook a pill onto his
palm, returned the bottle and held it out with a glass of water.

"This'll do the trick."

Mandy hurried forward, her hands outstretched. But just as she
reached out, Jimmy pulled the pill away.

"Fucking you last night stirred my appetite," he said. Mandy
looked at him, horrified by his suggestion.

"Oh, Jimmy, I'm hurting. You were so big . .

"I understand. But I wasn't thinking of that." Mandy felt like a
frightened little girl standing there before him. Her mind was
still overwhelmed by what he'd done to her the night before. One
moment he'd known almost nothing about her. Now he knew almost
everything. His big cock had stabbed into the deepest, wettest
part of her pussy. His mouth had sucked her tits. He'd licked her
everywhere and knew that she was too weak to resist the lust he'd
stirred up. More than ever, she'd become his slave.

"Don't look so dejected," Jim said, rising. "I just wanted to
kiss you."

Trembling, Mandy let him pull her into his arms. His mouth was
gentle as he searched for hers. She tried to keep her mind
neutral, but strong hands slipped down her back and pressed the
soft swells of her ass. She moaned softly, letting his tongue
slide between her lips. The kiss ended almost before it had
begun.

"Remember last night?" Jim whispered against her ear. "Yes."

"Remember my cock sliding in and out of your cunt?" he asked
hotly.

Mandy squeezed her eyes tight. "Yes."

"Now that you've had a chance to think about it . . ."

"I didn't like what you did. You hurt me. And for all I know I'm
pregnant. If you hadn't taken those nasty pictures, I . . ."

"Here, I can see you're overwrought." Jimmy dropped the pill into
her hand. Mandy washed it down with a glass of water and felt
immediately better.

"I suppose I should thank you," she said, suddenly angry. "But
I'm not." Her mood didn't seem to affect her boss one way or the
other.

"Early this afternoon I want you to go with Tanya. She'll take
you to the right places to pick out some clothes," Jimmy said
coolly.

"Clothes?"

"I can't have you wearing last year's high school fashions.
Remember, you've got a date tonight.

It was hard for Mandy to concentrate on her work that morning.
But somehow she made it through. She was just putting away her
typewriter when she heard a knock. It was Tanya, waiting to take
her shopping. The sultry brunette looked a little bored.

When they were in the cab heading downtown, Tanya gave her
another one of her knowing looks. "So Big Jim broke you in last
night, did he?"

"What did he tell you?" Mandy blurted. She was mad.

"He didn't actually tell me anything. But I know how he operates.
He showed you the apartment, right? And then ..."

"How do you know so much?"

Tanya took a long breath, then sighed. "Because once I was a shy
little girl just like you. I saw Jim's ad  and  applied.   He 
seemed  to  like  the merchandise."

"He seduced you?" Mandy asked.

"He sure did. And he made me get to like it. Somehow I never got
the energy to leave. After all, the work is easy and Jimmy can be
generous."

"He told me I could live in the apartment. I don't think he'll
take advantage of me anymore," Mandy said.

"Want to bet?"

Mandy let the matter go. They were pulling up in front of a
classy looking shop. She followed Tanya inside. The next few
hours were a confusion of rustling silk and delicately sculptured
dresses. Mandy had never had such beautiful creations against her
body. She hated to take each one off. But Tanya was running the
show.

"No, that one makes you look too old. Try the red satin skirt."

More stores, more changing rooms. Mandy couldn't remember how
many dresses she'd tried on. It took two of them to cart all the
stuff now. The last dress she tried on pleased Tanya.

"That's what you'll wear tonight. It makes you look like a girl
who doesn't know what a bedroom is for, but is willing to try and
find out."

"You make it all sound so . . . dirty."

"What do you wear for panties besides those silly pink things you
have on now?"

"I didn't think my underwear was anybody's business."

"It's Jimmy's business, let me tell you. When he's got a client
on the line, he doesn't take any chances.

"For god's sake," Mandy protested. "I'm just going out to dinner
with this guy."

Tanya didn't reply to this, but Mandy didn't like her expression.
"Come on, I know a nice little naughty place where they have real
panties for sale."

When they got to the store, Mandy could hardly bring herself to
go inside. "It looks like the kind of stuff strippers wear."

"Listen, honey, nowadays even housewives are strippers. It's the
fashion."

Mandy wondered what her parents would say if they could see her
now. She felt a little sick at the idea. Tanya was going through
a bin full of skimpy little things that would hardly cover a ten
year old. She bought half a dozen expensive undies and tucked the
package under her arm. When she saw Mandy's disapproving look,
she laughed.

"Just following the boss's orders," Tanya said.

"He told you to buy me these things?"

"For sure. Come on."

Mandy caught Tanya's arm. "Listen, if I'm expected to entertain
this creep I'm supposed to go out with . . ."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll take your youth and inexperience into
account. Brewster's not such a bad sort. I wouldn't mind fucking
with him. I'm always curious about the big brawny types. I wonder
if Brewster's hung?"

Mandy hardly concentrated on Tanya's words. She felt the old
panic coming back. Like when Jimmy had gotten her drunk and
started fooling around on the bed. But as scared as she was,
Mandy knew she had to play along for a while. She couldn't have
those photographs sent to her parents.

They stopped at her hotel room and Tanya helped her pack.

"It'll be nice having a roommate for a change," Tanya told her.

"Roommate?"

"Sure, I live there, too. Last night Jimmy told me to be away for
a while. That's how I knew he was working on you."

"Your room must be the one at the end of the hall.' Mandy tossed
another armful of her things into a bag. Then she saw Tanya pick
up the dirty magazine, the one she'd hidden in the very top shelf
of the closet. The sultry brunette flicked through the pages.

"And here I thought you were an innocent young thing from the
sticks."

"That thing was here when I came. I didn't even look at it." But
her red cheeks had given her away.

"Jesus Christ, would you look at this cock!" Tanya sighed. "I
wonder where they find all these high school cocksuckers.''

Mandy was uncomfortable. She was glad to have another female to
talk with, but Tanya's language shocked her. She never knew what
the dark haired beauty was going to do or say next.

"I thought those pictures were disgusting," Mandy announced.

"Then you've never given head?"

"Given what?"

"You've never gone down on a guy?"

Mandy closed her bag and turned. "I don't have the slightest idea
what you're talking about." Actually, she was beginning to get
the picture. And the idea made her a little sick.

"Wow, look at this one!"

Mandy hadn't gone into the magazine more than a few pages. But as
Tanya thrust it at her, she had to look at the full color
picture. It was the same girl that was on the cover. But
something awful had happened. The man's cock was deep in her
mouth and creamy glops of cum were oozing from the corners of the
girl's lips. She had a goofy expression as if she were enjoying a
vanilla sundae or something. Mandy made a face. "I take it you
don't want this?" Tanya asked. "I don't read such things." They
left the hotel, Tanya with a sly smile on her face, the dirty
magazine tucked into her handbag. Mandy felt self conscious
taking her bag into the lobby of the plush apartment house, but
no one seemed to pay much attention. When she'd unpacked her
things and straightened her new room, she went to find Tanya. She
was shocked to find her roommate on the couch in the front room,
her skirt pulled up and her panties off. Her large tits rose and
fell under her blouse. She was reading the dir
 ty magazine while she fingered the swollen lips of her cunt.
Between the dark fur that lined her cunt lips, Mandy could see
the glistening pink of her pussy flesh.

Mandy stood in the doorway, too embarrassed to go in. She knew
Tanya hadn't seen her yet. She thought of clearing her throat or
making a sound of some sort. But despite his shock, she was
fascinated at what this older, more sophisticated woman was doing
to herself.

"Ohhhhh, shit," Tanya groaned, her hips moving, rocking,
thrusting. She peeled her lips open, her finger diving up and
down across her clit. The magazine slipped from her fingers and
hit the floor. Tanya had thrown her head back now, her glazed
eyes pointing toward the ceiling. Mandy didn't think the girl
would notice her if she was standing right by her chair.

"God . . . ohhhhh, god, that's nice."

The scene was terribly erotic. Despite Mandy's shameful memories
of the night before, she couldn't tear herself away from this.
Tanya's dark hair tumbled down over the back of the sofa. Her
pale blue panties were in a crumpled heap beside her. Her long
legs were spread apart, one straight, one bent slightly at the
knee. One of her stylish shoes had come off and Mandy could see
that the young woman's toes were tightly curled.

"Uhhhh, uhhhhhhh, yesss!"

And all the while, Tanya's fingers were busy inside the plump,
wet lips of her pussy. Her painted nails glistened with her cunt
juices. Even her knuckles were shiny with the flooding slickness.
Her hips lurched more quickly now, jerking up and down as she
rubbed her small, pink clit.

Mandy's own clit tingled in sympathy. She had the wildest desire
to reach under her dress and touch herself like that. She
resisted the urge. She felt bad enough peeking as this intimate
moment unfolded.

There was a strong scent of musk in the air now. And Tanya's
movements had become wild and hurried. She was panting hard, her
mouth half open. Her lower lips glistened with a trace of drool.

Her finger slipped down her cunt until she found her hole. Then
she was finger fucking herself, stabbing in and out as her body
wriggled like a snake on the couch. "Ohhh, ohhhhh!"

Mandy knew the girl had come. She continued to plunge her hips,
rubbing herself rhythmically all the while. Her breathing became
slower and deeper again. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to come
out of her sexual swoon. Mandy stepped back into the hallway and
tried to calm her pounding heart.

After a discreet period of time, she made enough noise to let
Tanya know she was there and then stepped into the room. Tanya
was just jerking her pants on and she gave Mandy a quick look.

"I had to use your book," she said, a trace of pink showing on
her cheeks as she made this admission. "Hope you don't mind."

"It's not my book any more." Mandy was surprised that Tanya would
even admit to such carnal activities. Yes, that's how her folks
would have said it. But finger fucking was really more
descriptive. Scolding herself for letting her mind wander, Mandy
suggested that they'd better get back to the office.

CHAPTER FIVE

When the phone call came, Mandy was just getting out of a bath.
She'd powdered her naked body before the mirror and turned to the
bed where Tanya had laid out what she was to wear that evening.
But she couldn't bring herself to touch the skimpy little undies
Tanya had purchased for her that very afternoon. She was still
trying to get the nerve to pick them up when Tanya tapped at the
bedroom door, then opened it and peeked in. "Looks like we'll be
staying here tonight," she told Mandy. "Jim and Brewster are
going to have dinner catered up here. It's going to be one of
those intimate little get together." Mandy didn't like the way
Tanya winked. Her new roommate came on in and stood there looking
at Mandy's long, lean body.

"God, you've got legs that just don't quit,"

Tanya said.

"They're skinny."

"No, they're beautiful. "They're just the rage now, long, coltish
legs like that." Tanya glanced at the bed where she'd put Mandy's
outfit. "Go on, put them on. They'll look adorable on you."

"I don't see where it makes any difference. Especially since I'm
just going to be Brewster's companion tonight and ..." But Tanya
had picked the panties up and was holding them out. Mandy held
them in her fingers. The skimpy red crotch band was edged with
black lace. And the black lace elastic that circled her waist was
just that, a band of elastic. There was nothing much to the
undies at all. There was only enough satin material to barely
cover her cunt and the crack of her ass . . . barely. But Mandy
wriggled into them, anyway.

"Wow!" Tanya said. Mandy didn't tell her that just wearing these
naughty underthings was making her feel weak in the knees and a
little breathless. She began pulling on the rest of her clothes.
She couldn't bear to see her reflection in the big mirror by the
bed. Again, she thought of her parents and what they might think
if they could see her now.

"When you're dressed, come on in to the front room. I'll fix us a
couple of drinks before dinner. It'll relax you."

When Jimmy and Brewster arrived, Mandy felt a little faint. She
was beginning to feel the effects of the martini Tanya had pushed
into her hand. She'd only taken a sip or two and put the thing
down, but she could feel it nonetheless.

Brewster was huge! He took Mandy's hands and they exchanged a few
polite words while Jimmy and Tanya went to the kitchen. Mandy
felt like she was talking to a bear. All she could see was his
looming chest and shoulders, his big hands and his rugged,
handsome face.

They danced. Brewster told her how much he liked her white skirt
and red blouse. Mandy didn't tell him that she had on a pair of
naughty panties the same color as the blouse. The big man treated
her like a lady. But when they danced, he pulled her so close
that she felt helpless and weak in his arms. Her heart never
stopped beating. She found her forgotten martini and drank more
of it to relax her.

The caterers brought in dinner and set it up. Mandy felt like a
princess. The gin was working on her and she'd decided that she
might as well have a good time. After all, that was what Jimmy
wanted her to do. Be good company for Brewster. She began to
think that maybe everything would be okay after all.

But as the evening progressed, she noticed that Tanya and Jimmy
had drifted out to the kitchen, then into the hallway. A door
closed, Tanya's bedroom door. The sound embarrassed Mandy, but
she tried not to show it.

"How dies it feel to be Jim Waltham's private secretary?"
Brewster asked. He was sitting very close to her, one arm looped
across the back of the sofa.

"It's not quite what I expected." Mandy cursed herself for saying
anything.

"You're not quite what I expected, either," Brewster said
huskily.

Mandy didn't want him to kiss her, but it was too late. Besides,
the way he took her in his arms didn't leave her much choice. She
was surrounded by muscle, her lithe body twisting in Brewster's
embrace until she was out of breath, her mouth wet from his
tongue.

"Nhhhooo!" she gasped, twisting her head away.

"Look, Jim told me about you. I'm not going to be rough with you
tonight. I know how old you are." Brewster grinned. "Most of the
chicks he fixes me up with don't think twice about flopping
across the bed. Maybe I've been needing a little challenge."

"Let's talk," Mandy said, her chest heaving. His kiss had started
her cunt juices flooding again. She tried to catch hold of her
runaway emotions. Maybe a little drink would help. No! She
couldn't get drunk like she had that first time with Jimmy.

"I want to kiss your tits," Brewster said suddenly. Mandy was
shocked past reason. She hadn't thought he was that drunk. Then
she saw that he wasn't drunk. He just wanted to kiss her tits.
She tried to get up, but she was dragged down on the couch,
Brewster's big hands slipping up her body. He panted hoarsely,
his fingers working a button of her blouse.

"No! Don't . . ."

It was too late. The big man had peeled the red satin away from
her shoulders and jerked it down. She could hardly move her arms
now. And his mouth opened as he lowered it down towards the
quivering white swell of her tit.

"Yhhaaaahh," she gasped as the wet heat surrounded her nipple.
Brewster held her as easily as if he were holding a caught bird.

"God, you smell good," Brewster hissed.

"Somebody might come in and see us," Mandy panted.

"Are you kidding? You know what old Jim is up to, don't you?"
Mandy pretended she didn't. "Well then, come with me and you'll
find out." Brewster seemed totaly out of control. Mandy could see
the embarrassment of barging into Tanya's bedroom with her blouse
half off. She tried to argue as Brewster pulled her down the
hall. But they weren't going into Tanya's bedroom. Instead,
Brewster opened a linen closet and pulled Mandy in with him. But
it wasn't just a linen closet. It was more, much more.

Mandy gave a little gasp as she realized they were looking
through the back of a mirror. The dim light in Tanya's bedroom
was enough to illuminate the bed. And that's where the action
was. Tanya was on her back, her legs drawn up so that her knees
touched her tits. Jim Waltham was lying with his head between the
sultry beauty's thighs. His mouth was pressed tightly into the
soft flesh of her open cunt. As he licked and sucked at her,
Tanya moved her ass in a slow, circular way, rubbing her juicy
pussy against her boss's mouth until his chin and cheeks
glistened. Brewster flipped a switch and suddenly the linen
closet was filled with the sounds of Jim's feasting on Tanya's
cunt.

"Get me out of here," Mandy hissed. It was dark in the linen
closet and she could feel Brewster's hot hands under her blouse
again.

"Let's just take this off," he whispered. It was too late to stop
him. Now he was working on her skirt. Mandy knew she couldn't
make too much noise or Jim and Tanya would hear. She wondered if
Tanya knew about this little room. Her skirt fell away.
Brewster's fingers traced the dainty lines of her panties.

"God damn," he said, turning on a very dim light that illuminated
their cramped quarters just enough for him to see her. "You're
wearing these things and you're telling me you don't want to fool
around?"

"I didn't buy them. Tanya . . ." Brewster's mouth covered hers,
smothering her protestations. His fingers petted her plump, firm
ass. His chest heaved as he inhaled the musky scent that was
filling the linen closet. Mandy realized her own overheated cunt
was causing the smell.

"Now you just watch what Jim's doing in there. I'm going to play
with you."

Mandy was turned so that her back was to Brewster. She was bent
forward slightly, her outstretched hands braced on a low shelf.
Brewster got down on his knees and squirmed his large body around
so that he was facing her panty covered cunt. More than
once,Mandy tried to get to the door. Brewster held her waist, his
eyes warning her not to try it.

She watched Jim as he wallowed his face deeper into Tanya's
swollen cunt. At the same time, she felt Brewster licking the
insides of her thighs. Then he pressed his lips against the satin
of her panties and breathed against her pussy. The heat made her
shiver. She tried to keep control of herself, but his mouth grew
hotter and wetter. He was licking her through the nylon. She
began to rock her hips ever so slightly.

"Ohh, ohhhh, stop it! I can't stand it!" She tossed her head,
blonde hair tumbling around her shoulders. Her nipples had risen
like nuggets of fire, each throb of her cunt making them tingle
with pleasure.

Brewster stretched the elastic of her panty crotch over to one
side and looped it at the edge of her cunt mound. She was so
swollen with passion that it clung there, leaving her hot,
dripping cunt fully visible.

"Let me go! Please, let me get out of here!'

Brewster's mouth touched her pussy lightly. He wasn't just
plunging in like Jim had done that first night. His lips barely
grazed her. His tongue tickled her tight blonde curls. As naughty
as she knew it all was, Mandy felt her body responding eagerly to
the big man's tender touches. She didn't want to feel like that.
He was a stranger, a sex crazed ex football player who wanted her
sexual favors. But his tongue was hard and hot as he ran it along
the edges of her cunt. Then he licked her hole. His big hands
closed around her asscheeks as he stabbed deep into her pussy.

"Ohhhh," she gasped. "Ohhhh, don't."

Mandy was being fucked by Brewster's tongue. He put it in slow
and worked it around inside her cunt. Her delicate insides were
being rubbed and excited. And while this happened, she saw that
Jim had stopped eating Tanya. He was slipping up over her body
now, his cock jerking up and down as he nestled it into her
juicy, blood swollen cunt.

"Ohhh, Jimmy," Tanya sighed. The hidden mike conveyed her voice
into the linen closet as clearly as if Mandy had been standing
right by the bed. "Ohhh, Jimmy, put it in me good! Fuck me good."


Jimmy's cock tip was swollen, the white skin pulled back to
reveal the darkened cock head. Mandy hadn't really seen it that
other time. But as it grazed Tanya's hot cunt, then sank out of
sight, she could almost imagine it going into her cunt. Yes, she
remembered it all too well. And as she remembered, Brewster's
tongue stabbed upwards, dividing her super sensitive cunt flesh
until she could keep still no longer.

"Nhhuuh, nhhhaaaahh," she babbled, her arms trembling as she
braced herself against the shelf of the secret room.

"You need this baby. You're all swollen up."

"But . . . I . . .

"Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I feel so weak and shivery."

"That's how you're supposed to feel." Brewster had gotten up and
was standing behind her again. His fingers petted her cunt. She
could feel him slipping between her plump lips, caressing her
silky, dripping surfaces. Her clit rose and throbbed against his
touch. Mandy was dimly aware of the fact that he had slipped his
clothes off.

Mandy felt like a bitch in heat. Thank god her mother and dad
couldn't see her. She was shameful and weak. She couldn't find
the will to stop this crude stranger from molesting her. His
finger rolled around her clit again and she arched her back
sharply, pushing her ass out.

"Let me gggooooooo."

Brewster hugged her close, his belly hot against her pert,
uplifted ass. One hand caressed her tummy while the other
continued to pet her pussy. He was reaching down over the front
of her body, his finger resting along the length of her cunt
slit. As he rubbed her clit, his fingertip searched for her
tight, young hole.

"Noooo!" she panted, but already she felt her pussy being opened.
Gently, Brewster began to finger fuck her. Her cunt closed
tightly around his knuckles, but he pushed deeper anyway. Then
Mandy felt something hot and slick against her ass. With shock,
she realized that Brewster was spreading oil along his big cock.
She shivered with fear. She hadn't even seen that thing while
he'd been undressing in the dim light of the linen closet. What
was he going to do with it?

Mandy whined and wriggled, trying one last time to push her way
toward the door of the linen closet. Brewster had no trouble
dragging her back.

"You promised you'd be easy on me!" she panted, her breath a
husky whisper now.

"I won't fuck you, baby. At least not in the way you're so afraid
of."

"What do you m m mean?" Then suddenly, she knew what he meant.
Brewster was holding her firmly with one arm around her slender
body while he guided the head of his cock against her asshole.
Mandy writhed frantically, but already his slick, streamlined
cock was opening her, sliding into her hot ass tunnel. "No!"

"Oh, yes, baby, you've got to learn a little humility."

"Ohh, not like this . . ."

With a quick thrust, Brewster entered her. Mandy's little asshole
tightened behind his cock. As Mandy squirmed in terror, she knew
that she must be exciting the big, strong man. She tried to keep
still then. But every time he forced more cock up into her ass,
spasms of excitement shot through her. As repugnant as she knew
this act was, it was making her clit throb. Brewster kept petting
it with his free hand to make sure she enjoyed herself.

To be trapped in his strong arms, to feel his hot mouth on her
neck ... it was too much for her to fight. She began to pant
faster. Her nipples were on fire and the rub of her abductor's
arm against one of them caused hot shivers to flash through her
feverish loins.

She was being fucked in the ass! That big thick cock was dividing
her inside, pushing so very deep into her body. It was awful, it
was perverse. But she couldn't do anything to make him stop. As
she watched through the mirror, Jimmy was really putting it to
Tanya. The dark haired girl had her heels dug into the cheeks of
his ass, her body lurching and squirming against the bed as she
cried out to urge him on.

Each time Jimmy thrust, Brewster forced more of his huge cock
into Mandy's ass. She whimpered pitifully now, caught up in
thrills that she couldn't ignore. When that special pleasure
surged through her, she was too weak to keep from responding.

"I've always dreamed of fucking a young one like you. And before
I'm through, I'm going to fill all your holes."

"Ohhhh," Mandy moaned. It wasn't because of what Brewster had
said. It was because of what his cock was doing. It felt huge
inside her! It was so big, she couldn't really tell which hole it
was in. She was so excited! Her hips thrashed one way and then
the other. Her firm, round tits shivered every time she moved,
exciting her nipples all the more. Her blonde hair hung down over
her face. But she could still see Jimmy in the next room, his
hands cupping Tanya's curvy ass while he plowed in and out of her
pussy. The girl looked very wet and swollen. She bit Jim's neck
as he fucked her and he bit her back.

Suddenly, Brewster shoved two fingers into her cunt and stabbed
them upwards. With a gurgling sound, Mandy went limp in his arms.
He fucked her slowly in the ass while his fingers penetrated her
tight, young pussy. To Mandy, it felt as if she were being fucked
with two cocks!

"Nhhhhyyyaaaahh!" she cried, her head swaying from side to side.
She fell back against the big man's chest, then jerked forward
again. And all the while she was being speared by his cock and
fingers.

Sometimes his fingers were pulled back as his cock went between
the cheeks of her ass. But sometimes he penetrated both her holes
at the same time. Her hot juices were gushing now. The slurpy,
squishy sound of her pussy being finger fucked was as sexy as the
musky perfume that was heavy in the air of the linen closet.

Brewter kept fucking her with his greased prick until she'd
forgotten who she was or where she was. Mandy had put her hands
down to touch his fingers. She couldn't help herself. She wanted
to feel them going up into her pussy. Then, carefully trembling
all the time, she reached back a little more until she could feel
his balls flopping forward. She touched his cock shaft, felt the
greasy surface. Then his balls filled her hand again and Brewster
closed his fingers around hers.

"Squeeze 'em baby, squeeze 'em nice and tight."

Mandy felt as if she'd lost her mind. She wasn't the same girl
with her ass full of cock. It had done something, made something
snap inside her. And with Brewster's fingers going in and out of
her tight pussy, the madness was magnified. Her slick, hot cunt
flesh squeezed his knuckles. Her cunt muscles rippled as she
clasped at the penetration, as she tried to pull his fingers in
deeper. It didn't matter what was put inside her holes, Mandy
realized. Her body always behaved in the same way. And though the
thought of being fucked in the ass was repulsive to her as an
idea, the real thing was overwhelmingly sexy!

"Ohhhh, you're doing such awful things to me!" she shrieked.

"And you love 'em, you little bitch." He chewed on the back of
her neck again.

Mandy knew it was wrong, but she was doing exactly what Brewster
had told her. She squeezed his balls, surprised at how big and
spongy they were. When she tightened her long thin fingers around
them, he groaned and stopped fucking her ass so furiously. Now he
just moved in and out very slowly, his cock tip throbbing against
her cunt walls.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh, baby, that's it, baby."

Mandy didn't realize just how exciting her fingers were squeezing
his balls. She didn't know that a man was very sensitive at that
particular spot. But she was beginning to understand as
Brewster's responses grew more frenzied.

Now he was finger fucking her deep and hard. When he thrust his
fingers inside her fevered pussy, she squirmed furiously against
the hardness, the touching.

"Ohh, ohhhh, I feel so weird!" she bellowed.

"Yeah, baby doll, just go ahead on . . ."

He meant come. Mandy knew he wanted her to slip over the line.
And she was so close ... so very close.

"Ohhh, ohhhh, I'm gonna faint!" she screamed.

Her fingers tightened around the big man's balls. She felt each
one of them slipping around inside his slick sac. She squeezed
harder and Brewster groaned deep in his throat. His cock felt
very rigid inside her ass. The tip was pounding like a small,
round bomb into the depths of her bowels.

"You beautiful little piece of ass," he murmured, his mouth wet
against her shoulder. Then the spurts came. Hot jets of cum
blasted into her ass. Mandy shuddered, squeezed Brewster s balls
a little harder, and then plunged her pussy up and down against
his stabbing fingers. She was coming, too. Coming wildly.

CHAPTER SIX

"Ohhhh, Brewster, I can't stand it!" Mandy yelled.

"Hold on, baby, just keep coming."

Brewster's hands dug at her young, firm pussy. His mouth closed
on her neck again. His big cock moved deep within her ass. Mandy
clung to his balls, her hips rocking, her breath coming in
convulsive puffs and gasps.

"Nhhhyyuuuhh," she moaned, the ecstasy too much to bear.

"Ohhhh, god damn." The ex football player was shuddering like he
was about to break into pieces. His cock tip had grown so huge
that it clung to Mandy's delicate cunt lips. It felt like he was
about to pull her guts out her ass! She squirmed, the slippery
sound of her greased crack making the moment all the more
intense.

And with Brewster's fingers still pushed up into her cunt, she
could writhe and buck against them, rubbing the fluttery,
incredible joy into a devastating fit of pleasure. She almost
blacked out as she tossed and shivered in the big man's arms. He
held her willowy body tightly, enjoying the slide of her tits
against his bicep, enjoying her musky, sex fired odor.

All the while, his big cock spurted hot, steamy cum. Mandy bucked
against him, her ass deeply skewered, her cunt finger fucked into
keen, breathtaking spasms. She couldn't seem to reach the end of
paradise. A paradise of rubbing flesh and stiff fingers and a
big, hot cock rammed deep between the white cheeks of her ass.

Then she felt the tension drain from her. The pleasure was less
now, her breathing a bit slower. She babbled grunts of lust,
cursing without knowing the meanings of half the words she spoke.


"Uhh, ohhh, ohhhhh, fuck me, just keep fucking me!" she gasped.
Though the most powerful part of her come was over, she wanted
more. She would always want more. As long as she was naked and
pulled tight against Brewster, she would always want. . .

"No!" she cried out, remembering what had happened. As she opened
her eyes, she could see what had happened in the next room. Jimmy
had rolled onto his back, pulling Tanya on top of him. She sat
almost erect, his cock still imbedded in the tight clasp of her
pussy. And the way she moved her hips caused Mandy to have a
moment of envy. Tanya seemed to know exactly what to do to please
a man.

"Why should I be envious of her?" Mandy hissed. She moved her ass
away from Brewster, pulling free. She couldn't bear to meet his
eyes. When she felt his hands slip from her body, she pushed past
him and got the door of the linen closet open. He reached out,
but she avoided his grasp and hurried naked down the hall. She
locked herself in the shower and let the hot spray hit her body.
She wanted to forget everything that had just taken place. She
wasn't going to slip into anything sexy ever again. She wasn't
going to become a whore for Jimmy Waltham and his friends.

But something strange was taking place inside her mind. Almost
all her thoughts now were of sex and sexual things. Even when she
knew that she would be left alone for the rest of the evening,
Mandy felt an exciting tingle in her cunt. She could not touch
her body without remembering other hard things and what they did
to her when they were jammed into her soft, moist openings. Even
being fucked in the ass had made her wonder about her own
carefully guarded modesty.

But she couldn't quit her job. Not yet. Not until she found a way
to get those photos from Jimmy.

At the office on the following Monday morning, she came in
wearing a white dress, her blonde hair done in an unprovocative
style, her face not made up at all except for a tiny smear of
lipstick.

Jimmy gave her a smile, but he didn't mention anything that had
happened the last time he'd seen her. At the coffee maker, Mandy
ran into Tanya and the sultry secretary gave her a wink.

"Where did you go all weekend? I thought you had pulled out for
good until I saw you hadn't packed your clothes," Tanya asked.

"I did a lot of walking and thinking," Mandy told her.

"I didn't get a chance to ask you how it went with Brewster."

"It went too far."

Tanya shrugged. "Well, I certainly had a nice time. You know,
Jimmy's been going out with me for almost six months and I'm
still not tired of him. He's got the most incredible cock." Tanya
giggled. "But then I guess you know about that."

"I don't care to discuss it," Mandy said curtly.

"I heard from Jimmy that you and Brewster were in the linen
closet watching us."

"I . . . well ..." Mandy blushed.

Tanya licked her upper lip. "I also hear that Brewster is mad
about you. Everything you did he liked. Even when you ran away
and locked yourself in the bathroom. It simply drove him wild."

"Oh?" Mandy didn't want to be interested. What did she care about
a big bully who'd shoved his cock into her ass. He was an animal.
Worse than an animal!

"When he knew the fun and games with you were over for the night,
he talked to Jimmy to get permission to go after me."

All this shocked Mandy past reason. She just looked straight
ahead and pretended it was some crazy fantasy, something that had
never touched her life.

"Yeah," Tanya continued, "and then he dragged me into your
bedroom and made me dress up in some of your things. Can you
imagine that? Those silly little schoolgirl dresses you had in
your suitcase. The damned things would hardly fit me, and my tits
were coming out of the top of your dress, but I got them on like
he wanted."

"I'm not really interested in any of this,"

Mandy said, trying to end the conversation. Tanya wasn't through
though.

"Then he pushed me down on the bed and kept calling me Mandy.
I'll tell you, I would have been pissed if Jimmy hadn't slipped
me a fifty dollar bill to go along with Brewster on his little
fantasy."

"He said my name?" Mandy asked, suddenly surprised.

"He sure did. Kept mumbling something about what a sweet little
ass you had." Tanya's dark eyebrows arched. "What exactly did you
two do while you were in that linen closet?"

Mandy hurried back to her office. There were lots of letters
piled up on her desk and she wanted to lose herself in her work.
Halfway through the morning, Jimmy called her into his own office
to take some shorthand. She did her job without looking up,
stopping him only once to let her catch up. Jimmy patted her on
the ass as she left the room, but she hid her embarrassment. She
wasn't going to let him know that all this was getting to her.
She wondered what Brewster had told him.

She was typing away on the letter her boss had just dictated when
he opened the door to her office and came in. His eyes were soft
and he put a hand on her shoulder as she went on working, afraid
to look up.

"I came to thank you for showing Brewster such a good time last
Friday night."

"It wasn't my idea that he should have such a good time." Mandy
bit her lip and tried to concentrate on what she was typing. But
she hit a wrong key and had to yank the paper out of the machine
and start again.

"On Sunday we closed an important deal, Brewster and I." Jimmy's
hand was still on her shoulder. He tightened his fingers some. "I
think you had a lot to do with it."

"I don't really care about your business matters," Mandy snapped.
"All I want is the photographs you took of me. Then I'm going
back home."

Jimmy behaved as if he hadn't heard her. He pushed a crisp
hundred dollar bill across her desk. "This is for you to buy
something nice. I guess my ideas of what Brewster might like in
the way of fashions was a little off. Why don't you buy things
that suit your own taste. He seems to have the idea that you're a
high school runaway."

"I don't want your money. I have the other hundred dollars you
gave me, too. I'm not going to spend it."

"Fine, you can save it for a rainy day."

Mandy wasn't having much luck with her typing. She stopped
finally, staring straight ahead as Jimmy's fingers slid down the
front of her shoulders. She was beginning to pant. Her heart
pounded. And the crotch of her underwear was clinging to her damp
cunt lips.

"I think it's time you had another lesson. The next time you go
out with Brewster, he might expect just a little more ..."

"I'm not going out with Brewster again!" Mandy snapped back.

"Oh, but you are, baby. Very soon, in fact. I don't think Tanya
really enjoys playing your part. And I'm certain that Brewster
would prefer you." Jimmy smiled. "Not that I blame him."

Mandy was pulled up from her chair and led to the long sofa
against the wall. Jimmy let her stand there while he took off his
shirt and tie, then undid his pants. He stripped slowly, folding
his clothes over the back of a chair. Mandy looked to the door,
realizing that her boss had locked it from the inside as he'd
entered her office. She began to tremble now and her palms were
sweaty.

From his pocket, Jimmy pulled an egg shaped object with a tiny
cord attached. The cord ended in a small flashlight sized object
that fit in the palm of his hand. It had a switch.

"Let's just call this a learning device," he told her. "You won't
even have to take off your panties if you don't want to."

"What are you going to do to me now?" Mandy whimpered.

"Come here, hold up your dress."

Mandy obeyed, her eyes flicking back to the door again. "You know
I can't disobey you. You really would send those photos to my
parents, wouldn't you?"

"Whether I really would or wouldn't doesn't matter," Jimmy
laughed. "You can't take the chance that I might."

As Mandy held her dress up, Jimmy stretched the crotch band of
her panties to one side and rubbed the egg shaped object back and
forth along her slightly swollen cunt. Her lips were so wet that
after a few rubs, the object was smeared with her slick juices.
Then Jimmy pressed it up against her hole. Mandy gave a trembly
sigh as her pussy muscles parted around the slick, hard thing. It
went into her easily and her pussy closed tightly behind it. Now,
only the tiny, white cord could be seen. But Mandy could feel the
egg. It was like having just the head of a man's cock inside her
cunt. Jimmy let her panties slip back over her cunt mound and
thumbed the button on the control he held.

"Ohhhhh," Mandy gasped, lurching forward. She clutched at the
wire as if to pull the thing out of her cunt. But it was too
late. Her fingers just fumbled around the edges of her panties as
the humming vibration sent waves of pleasure through her body.
She made soft, grunting sounds in her throat and her hips began
to move forward and back. Jim flicked the button again and the
pleasure stopped, leaving Mandy wide eyed and panting.

"You're completely insane," she managed to say.

"Didn't that feel good?"

Mandy closed her mouth tightly, unwilling to give him the answer
he wanted. Of course it felt good. So good that she'd nearly lost
consciousness for a moment from the sudden shock of unexpected
thrills. She moved her hips slightly and felt the plastic egg
sliding around inside her pussy.

"On your knees, my little blonde darling."

Only then did she notice Jimmy's cock. It was swollen and very
dark with blood. The tip was a dusky purple, his foreskin peeled
back to expose all of the heavy looking cock head. Mandy got onto
her knees. She was still fully dressed and it was odd to face her
naked boss, his uplifted cock jerking rhythmically all the while.


"You're going to learn how to suck a cock today."

"No!"

"Oh, but you will. And the important thing is, you're going to
love it!"

"Just the thought of putting my lips against . . . that, turns me
off!" Mandy shuddered and looked away from him. But she saw his
hand move, heard the click of the button on the battery case he
held. Inside her cunt a sudden tempest erupted. She tightened
around the vibrating egg, her pussy squeezing it with convulsive
spasms. The vibrations spread down along the outer surfaces of
her pussy. Her clit ignited, pushing back the protective flaps of
the hood that hid it. She felt her hot nub rise as the shivering
pleasure continued to surge through her loins.

"Put your hands on my cock now," Jimmy whispered: Mandy obeyed.
She grasped him with both hands, her fingers digging into his
rigid, feverish shaft. The switch was turned off and Mandy sucked
in huge lungfuls of air. She felt weak. Her mind wasn't working
right. She held on to Jimmy's cock as if she might fall from a
cliff if she let go.

"Now, I want you to bring your mouth down very slowly."

"No! I won't!" she yelled.

"Come on, Mandy, I don't want to use this little gadget too
much."

Mandy lowered her head. Jimmy's cock tip was only an inch away
from her lips now. She could feel the heat rising from it. She
could see the slitted opening in the center of the glistening
head. Yes, that thing was slick from Jimmy's pre-cum. As she
tightened more of her fingers involuntarily, she watched the
foreskin roll back another quarter of an inch, leaving that part
of his shaft shiny with sex juice. "Now kiss it."

"No! I can't. I don't want to . . . uhhhnnn!" The vibrating egg
had come to life inside her cunt again. It made her jerk her head
to one side. Her eyes rolled in her head. She couldn't focus
them. And when she tried to say something, her mumbles sounded
more like the sounds of an animal. As she looked at Jimmy's cock,
her attitude seemed to be changing even as she thought of what he
wanted her to do. His prick tip didn't look as disgusting as she
wanted it to be. In fact, it looked soft and velvety and very,
very warm. With a moan of excitement, Mandy pursed her lips and
pressed them against his cock head. Her spit mingled with his
juices to make a kissing sound as she rubbed her lower lip back
and forth across the swollen meat that throbbed just under his
prick tip. Jimmy's cock felt so alive! As waves of pleasure
spread outward from the depths of her cunt hole, she found
herself wanting to lick the huge, hot cock that jerked in her
hands. "Use your tongue," Jimmy groaned. "
 Ohhhhh, god," Mandy said, her wet lips caressing him as she
spoke. Her tongue flicked out. It made a slick sound as it
caressed the underside of Jimmy's cock head. Mandy, shocked by
what she'd just done, pulled her tongue away. But the egg went on
vibrating and she had an uncontrollable desire to lick him again.
This time her licking went farther back along Jimmy's shaft. He
shivered, thrusting his hips up, his cock stabbing against
Mandy's upper lip. It seemed natural for her lip to slide down
around the top of his cock head. But to do that she had to open
her jaws. With a moan of confusion and lust, she felt her boss'
prick entering her mouth. And at that moment, the vibrating egg
was turned off.

"Mhhhuuh," she gasped, thinking with uncertainty. What was
happening? How had Jimmy's cock gotten shoved in her mouth? Then
she realized he hadn't shoved all that hard. She was doing it,
she was sucking his cock!

"Nhhhaaahh," she moaned through her nose, trying to pull back.
But Jimmy had slipped a hand behind her head and was holding her
there, his cock surging powerfully against the soft pink pillow
of her tongue. When she looked up at him, he smiled and held the
switch up for her to see. His finger moved, the button clicked,
and again Mandy's pussy squeezed down around the humming egg that
he'd slipped into her juicy young cunt hole.

Now Jimmy pulled her head forward and back, letting his shaft
penetrate deeper into her mouth. At first Mandy tried to keep her
reason. But the vibrations in the depths of her pussy made her
want to suck something. And the hard, hot cock against her tongue
was the perfect size and shape to suck. She tightened her hps
around him, sliding them up and down as her tongue curled around
his tip. That egg was driving her crazy. It was like Jimmy's cock
head. A tingling, vibrating cockhead. And she had one in her
mouth, too. She sucked harder, ravishing the delicate surfaces of
his prick with her tongue.

Mandy hardly noticed when the vibrator quit exciting her. Her
pussy was throbbing so hard that it seemed like the tingling
excitement was continuing. And she couldn't seem to get enough of
that swollen knob of Jimmy's cock.

"Mmmmm," she cooed, her hps making sloppy, sucking sounds. Her
nostrils flared as she sucked. Her fingers squeezed Jim's shaft,
holding him steady while she rolled her head from side to side.
She was smearing her hot spit all over his cock. She bobbed her
head up and down, letting his head slide against the inside of
her cheek. And all the while, her tongue teased and petted him.
Her hips plunged while she did this. She felt very close to
coming.

"Good girl, you're learning fast." Jimmy stroked the sides of her
face as he spoke. His breathing had gotten faster and his belly
was tensed. Mandy noticed all this with excitement.

"Mhhhuuhhh," she sighed, feeling the tension build along Jimmy's
cock. The head had swelled out into a hot, blunt barb of meat.
She bathed it with her tongue, making soft, sucking sounds that
seemed to pull even more blood into the tip.

When Jimmy pushed it to the back of her throat, she choked for a
moment. But to have the whole throbbing length of his cock shoved
between her lips was devastatingly thrilling.

"Ohhh, baby! You're getting it good."

"Mmmmm."

"... you learned faster than I thought you would." Jim's finger
hovered over the switch. Mandy felt his body surging, felt his
cock lifting up into the roof of her mouth. The button clicked
and her cunt was suddenly filled with shivering pleasure. Her
clit rose again until its movements matched the flicking of her
tongue. She was going to come. And Jimmy was going to come, too.
He was going to come in her mouth.

As Mandy's body twitched convulsively, her head went down and
back, her lips sliding the full length of Jimmy's cock shaft. And
her tongue made a deep, warm trough for his tip to ride in. The
first hot spurts of cum spattered into her throat then and she
made soft, gurgling sounds as she wolfed the stuff down.

Jimmy watched her with excitement. He kept petting the sides of
her face, caressing her chin as the white streaks of jizz leaked
down. The vibrating egg was turning Mandy's pussy into a tingling
radiance. As she leaned forward with her hands circled tightly
around his cock shaft, her slim ass did a jerky, frenzied dance.
The tiny white cord dangled from between her cunt lips. Deep
inside her cunt, the egg went on humming. Juice was spilling out
of her cunt now, making a dark spot on the rug between her knees.


"Ohhh, ohhhhhmmmmm," she moaned through her nose, a bead of white
cum oozing from one nostril as Jimmy's spurting cock filled her
mouth to overflowing.

"Suck it, baby, suck it all down!"

"Mmmmmmm."

"Oh, yeah, baby, you got it good. Real good!" Jimmy screamed.

CHAPTER SEVEN

With Jimmy's cum flowing powerfully now, Mandy stopped bobbing
her head so much. She had to concentrate on sucking that creamy
jizz down her throat. It tasted so strange. Its slickness excited
her all the more. As if she needed any more excitement. Because
the vibrator that her boss had forced up into her pussy was
making her so weak with lust that she felt close to fainting.

Her cum slick fingers slipped away from his shaft as she crumpled
over. Her mouth came free with a pop and one last spurt of cum
hit her cheek. She fell sideways onto the rug. Her ass lurched
forward and back as she kicked her legs. Her body continued to
writhe with fucking motions. She couldn't think, couldn't even
cry out. She was going to come for the second time. She was going
to lose her mind it felt so good! "Uhhhh, uhhhhhhhh!"

Jimmy stood over her, his big cock dripping strings of cum onto
her thigh. With all her squirming around, Mandy's dress had hiked
up to expose her milky legs and she was dimly aware of Jimmy's
eyes on her.

"Please . . ." she gasped at last. "Please, turn that thing off n
n now!"

Jimmy flicked the switch. But no sooner had the egg stopped
buzzing inside her cunt that Mandy began to wish she'd stayed
quiet. She clutched for the cord that entered her pussy and
pulled the plastic egg out of her pussy. But the throbbing and
the maddening spasms didn't stop.

"Ohh, ohhhh, god!" Mandy cried, staggering to her feet. She
clutched at her cunt, her fingers sliding around the band of her
panties as she speared a finger up into the dripping softness of
her soaking wet pussy.

"Jimmy, help me." She wasn't even sure what she meant.

"I can't help much with this," her boss laughed.

He was pulling his pants up over his wilted cock. It was still
swollen pretty big, but had lost its stiffness. He stuffed his
shirt in and tightened his belt.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, I think I'm losing my mind." Mandy lurched
against a chair, knocking it over. Her cunt was throbbing like it
was on fire. She needed something. Something nice and hard.
Something that would slide in and out of her pussy.

Jimmy gave her a weird look over his shoulder as he moved towards
the door. He was winding the cord up, shoving the plastic egg
into his pocket. Mandy was all dizzy and out of breath. Her whole
body seemed to hover on the edge of that last come she hadn't
quite caught. She rubbed her finger up and down her cunt slit as
the juices dripped out of her pussy. "I hate you!"

But Jimmy didn't reply. He simply closed the door softly behind
him. Mandy staggered around her plush office, wishing she'd never
left her home town. But that was all behind her now. She had to
do something to relieve the itchy madness that would soon drive
her totally insane.

"Tommy!" she moaned, remembering. Jimmy's son. He might still be
upstairs in his room. He just might. She jerked her white dress
down and smoothed it. She tried to compose herself, hoping that
her cheeks were not too flushed or her eyes too soft and
yielding.

When she went into the outer office, Tanya was gone from her
desk. Mandy said a little prayer of thankfulness and hurried
across the large entrance hall to the stairs. She didn't want to
run into anybody just now. Her mind was burning with the one
thing she needed worse than anything else, cock!

The upstairs hallway was quiet, her feet hardly making a sound as
she went along the rug. She had knocked three times at Tommy's
door and had almost given up when she saw the knob turn. Tommy
was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist. He
looked at her with a crooked smile.

"The way you've been avoiding me, I didn't expect a visit this
early in the day."

"I've got to . . . talk to you," Mandy gasped. She came into the
room, feeling nervous now that she'd actually made her move. Her
cunt was throbbing more feverishly that ever, though. She turned,
her uplifted eyes trying to tell Tommy that she needed to be
held.

"Your father," she stammered. "He . . Tommy laughed out loud.
"That horny bastard. I'll bet he's been in your pants, right?"

Mandy didn't quite know how to react. After all, Tommy had done
terribly naughty things to her that first day. And here she was
back in his room, her emotions in a confused state, her mind
swirl "God, Mandy, you're so damned beautiful. I guess I was a
little crude that first time. I'm just so used to going after
every chick my dad hires. It's gotten to be a habit."

Mandy gave a sob and pressed herself against the slender,
handsome boy. She needed to feel contact, to feel loved. When
Tommy's arms went around her shoulders, she snuggled and moaned
under her breath. She knew she shouldn't be there, but it felt so
good to be comforted.

"Baby, you smell pretty warm ..."

"I ... I guess I'd better go. I don't really know why I came up
here." Her mind was clearing now. She realized that Jim's
vibrator had made her half crazy. She didn't have any business
coming to Tommy's room like this! And his cock was beginning to
push out the towel that covered his loins.

"Mandy, you're so nice and soft." His mouth pressed into her
neck. Mandy struggled to get to the door, but Tommy moved her
easily to his bed. His towel fell away. For the first time, Mandy
saw his cock. It was nearly as long as his father's, but more
slender. The tip of it was like a finely sculptured barb of
swollen meat.

"Ever since I first saw you, Mandy, I've dreamed of sticking my
cock way up inside your hot little cunt. When I was licking you,
I thought of how nice it would be to get between your thighs and
wrestle you around on the bed. And fuck you."

"I'm sorry I came and disturbed you," Mandy babbled, edging
towards the door. Tommy caught her wrist and pulled her close.

"Mandy, you're a funny girl. It's like you've got two
personalities. And these two parts of you are always fighting."
He kissed her mouth and the unexpected thrills made Mandy let out
a soft groan.

"Ohhhhh, I'm so mixed up!" she shrieked. "Wouldn't you like to
feel my cock sliding into you?"

"No!" Mandy yelled.

"Wouldn't you like to feel your cunt opening up? Wouldn't you
like to feel me spreading your thighs and kissing your tits and
..."

"Let me go!" she gasped, trying to gain control of her emotions.
Tommy's hand was doing something at her back. He was unbuttoning
her dress. He slipped it off of her shoulders, kissing each one
gently as her nakedness was revealed.

Her dress was puddled around her ankles now and still she
couldnt' make her muscles move. She couldn't seem to twist
herself free of this young man's arms. He was getting her bra off
now and his mouth traced the lace edge of it as he lowered the
bra past her nipples. Then he was sucking one, and she arched her
back and shuddered in the strength of his embrace.

". . . don't want to do this," she mumbled. Her cunt felt heavy
with blood. It pulsed damply against her panty crotch. Tommy had
hooked his fingers under the elastic now and was stripping her
undies down. Mandy squirmed, knowing it was too late now. He was
going to do things to her, things that would make her more
ashamed than ever. But didn't she want what he'd whispered about?
Hadn't she come up here to feel his hot cock sliding into her
big, juicy pussy?

"Tommy! I wish I knew what was right."

"This is right," he sighed, pushing her down on the bed. He was
on top of her before she could roll away. Their legs intertwined
and his mouth smeared hot spit across her lips. She tried to push
at his chest, but as his kisses weakened her, she let her palms
slide up along his shoulders, then down his back.

Tommy nudged her knees apart. Though she resisted, she let him
open her up. Once a boy was wedged between a girl's thighs, the
game was over. Mandy knew that he could anything he wanted now.
And she felt his cock pressing against her outer cunt lips. Her
pussy was so swollen that he entered her easily, his streamlined
cock head going into the mushy, pink heat of her cunt. Her plump
mound opened, and the lips inside opened too as he sank into her
with a juicy sound.

Mandy moved her hips from side to side. It was a sin to feel
anything so good! She gasped into Tommy's ear, begging his
forgiveness. He laughed, his hips thrusting. The sudden
penetration she felt made her throw her head back. Her mouth
opened and closed without sound. Tommy kissed and licked her
throat, his hands tracing the long, curvy lines of her body.

"Baby, you're so fine!"

"Ohhhhh, Tommy," she gasped. She was past reasoning now. All she
knew was the sliding slick friction of Tommy's cock going into
her cunt. Her satin smooth pussy clasped tightly around his hard
prick shaft.

"God damn, I knew it would be good, but I didn't think it'd be
this good!"

"You like me, Tommy?" Mandy asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

"I'm crazy about you." His tongue went into her mouth. Mandy
writhed, sucking on it like it was a cock. Her thighs opened
more. She gave herself up to the wild fucking. And it was getting
wild! Tommy was gasping and thrusting, his slender prick getting
very, very deep.

"Uhhhh, Tommeeeeee!" Mandy could feel his tip throbbing and
swelling. It glided in and out of her as she wiggled her ass
against the bed. Her nipples were hard and hot and as Tommy moved
against her, he lowered his mouth to cool their heat. But his
sucking only made them hotter.

Mandy clutched his head with her long fingers, guiding his hungry
mouth across each one in turn. "Ohhhhh, honey, bite me a little!
Bite me!" As Tommy chewed on her, his cock speared deeper than it
had been before.

Mandy hunched her back down into the bed, offering her young,
dainty pussy to this young stud. He took it, took every inch. His
cock head was a feverish knob of excitement now. She rolled her
hips wildly, her belly heaving. She knew that every movement
smeared her hot juices across his tip.

And her movements were rubbing her swollen clit against the base
of Tommy's cock, too! She felt her muscles tighten around him.
The trembling energy that Jimmy's vibrator had caused was surging
back. She was going to come quick and hard. She babbled something
against Tommy's mouth as he kissed her, his ass moving with a
steady rhythm. He was fucking her deeply. Mandy could feel each
exquisite stab of hot, hard cock. Her pussy seemed to flow around
it, pulling and milking at his rigid prick meat until Tommy
shuddered and clutched her ass like a madman. "Ohhhhh, I'm gonna
come!" Mandy cried. "Me, too, baby! Me, too!" For the first time
ever, Mandy knew what it was like to come in her lover's arms
just as his hot cum spurted into her pussy. They writhed
together, their hands fumbling, caressing, their mouths hungry
for each other. Mandy spiralled up in a storm of ecstasy, her
hips plunging viciously to rub that crazy itch that seemed to be
devouring her pussy completely. And as
 she plunged, she rode the hard spear of Tommy's cock. Her cunt
cum seemed to match her own explosive pleasure. "Ahhhh . . ."

"Ohhhhh, Mandeeeee!"

"Tommy . . . it's so hard! Your cock is so damned hard!"

They wrestled together, clinging as the exquisite convulsions
shot through them. Mandy had her hands on Tommy's ass and she
could feel each of his plunging thrusts as he fucked into her
cunt. They ground their pubes together as his prick went on
spurting the hot cum deep into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh, I've never felt anything like that!" he hollered.

"Tommy, me neither!" Mandy squealed. At last they were still,
panting with exhaustion. Mandy blinked and tried to prolong the
moment. But she could feel the awful thoughts leaking back. She
remembered what Jim expected of her. And she thought of Brewster
and his huge prick coming towards her, menacing her sweet pussy.

"Why are you trembling?" Tommy asked soothingly.

"Tommy, do you know what your father wants me to do? I mean, do
you know why he hired me?"

"I guess I do." Tommy petted her hair. "He likes to have pretty
girls around to help out with his business deals."

"But he wants me to do awful things with these men. Already,
Brewster has ..." She stopped.

"Brewster? He's made a pass at you?"

"Yes." Mandy left it at that. "When I first came here, I didn't
know what was going on. I was a virgin, Tommy." His look made her
angry. "I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. And I'd never
had much education about sex, and then all of a sudden it was
coming at me from every direction. That's why I'm here right now.
Your father ..."

"What did my father do?" Tommy looked pissed off.

"You told me yourself that he plays pretty fast and loose with
his secretaries." Mandy pushed a blonde lock off her nose. Her
blue eyes were wide and innocent. "Don't you think he's been
after me?"

"But you seem so young. I thought you were a prude when I first
went down on you. After doing that, most girls beg to be fucked."


Mandy's cheeks reddened. "I don't want to be what Jim wants me to
be."

"Then quit."

"I ... I can't." Mandy was trying to think of a way to tell Tommy
about the photographs. But if he knew about them, he would surely
think the worse of her. Up inside her cunt, she could feel his
cock melting. She tightened her cunt around him. He sighed and
kissed her mouth.

"I like you Mandy. I like you a lot. I've never felt this way
about any of my dad's secretaries before."

"What about Tanya? Have you ever ..."

"Naw, she thinks I'm just a kid. And anyway, my old man gives her
steady fucking. I know he doesn't approve of me fooling around
with his secretaries. If I ever tried to get in Tanya's pants,
he'd give me hell."

"Tommy, your father has ..." She couldn't finish.

"He did put it to you then?" Tommy said, his eyes lowering.

"I didn't want him to. If I'd known you and I would share
something like this, I would never have let him. I'm so ashamed!"
she shrieked.

Tommy rolled away from her and went to look out the window. For a
long time, he just stood there thinking. Mandy didn't push him.
She knew that with Tommy on her side, she might have a chance to
extricate herself from this sex trap she'd let Jimmy weave around
her.

"Why can't you quit?" he asked finally.

Mandy knew she'd have to tell him now. "He took pictures of me.
Dirty pictures. I didn't even know he had a camera."

"What were the pictures like?" Mandy put her face in her hands.
"Oh, Tommy, do I have to tell you?"

He cursed and walked back and forth in the room. "It's really
crazy. I've never felt protective before. I've treated girls kind
of like my old man treats them. But, god, Mandy, if anybody hurt
you, I'd kill them!"

"Then get those photographs, Tommy. Please!"

"I don't know. My dad's pretty secretive. I'll have to snoop
around."

She ran to him, cum streaming down the inside of her thigh. She
threw her arms around his neck. His fingers felt her ass, then
her cunt.

"I guess I kinda made a mess," Tommy said, his fingers wet with
his own cum.

"I'm glad. It's the first time I really wanted a man to spurt his
cream inside me! I'm not even afraid now. Not if you help me,
Tommy."

"I don't know ... I guess I could try." Mandy kissed him. Inside,
she felt as if she were now playing a dozen roles. How did she
really fell about Tommy? Maybe it didn't matter. If he could help
her wriggle out of her awful predicament that was what mattered.

CHAPTER EIGHT

It was still an hour before she would be through for the day, and
Mandy was trying to keep busy. She didn't want to think about the
web that seemed to be closing in around her. As Jimmy continued
to initiate her into the inner circles of his sexual operations
she was expected to perform more services. He taught her how to
suck cock, how to fuck, how to please a friend. Mandy shivered at
what her next duty might be.

When her buzzer sounded and she answered to find Tanya on the
line, she was afraid that the next episode was about to begin.
She was right. It was Brewster. Jimmy had left the mansion for
the rest of the day, but Brewster wanted to take Mandy out to
dinner. Mandy tried to make up an excuse, but as she stammered
over the intercom, Brewster came through her door and loomed over
her, hands on his hips, a sly grin on his face.

"I never did like trying to tell somebody what to say for me," he
said loudly.

"Why don't you t t take Tanya out. She's probably more eager to
go than I am."

"That may be true, but I want you."

Mandy swallowed and pushed a nervous hand through her hair. She
rose slowly and came around the desk. It seemed such a short time
ago she'd been on her knees in front of Jimmy, his hot cock
sliding in and out of her mouth. She could still taste his cum.
If she went out with Brewster, what would he expect of her? She
felt so small and weak and innocent.

"The last time we were together, you frightened me," she said.

"I'll promise I won't make you do anything you don't want to do,"
Brewster told her. His hand touched her shoulder. "Come on, I'll
bet you're hungry."

Mandy got her sweater and followed the huge ex football player
out of the office. As she passed Tanya's desk, she saw the smile
on the girl's lips.

Mandy felt as if she were being led away like a slave. And a
certain part of her trembled inside and was excited as she got
into Brewster's car. What made her feel like this? After all that
her parents had told her about the dangers of sex, how could she
agree to go out to dinner with a man who'd actually forced his
cock into her ass? Even the way he looked at her gave her the
shivers. She could see his cock stretching out against his
slacks.

The supper club was very fancy and Mandy found herself hungrier
than she had thought. But she stayed away from the wine. She
didn't want to lose control of her emotions. She wanted to keep a
cool head. It wasn't easy with Brewster touching her leg under
the table.

"You were born to be fucked and fondled he told her in a sexy
whisper. "You're like a statue in a museum, your tits, your ass."


"Please, Brewster, don't say those things. I'm just a young girl
trying to get along. You don't make it easy."

"You're not trying to tell me you don't enjoy sex?"

"Well, I . . ." Mandy pressed her lips together and straightened
her shoulders. "It depends."

"Depends on how big the guy's cock is?" Brewster asked, laughing.


"You're horrible." But as he told her this, Mandy remembered the
different cocks she'd seen.

Jimmy's was thick and large. Tommy's was as long as his father's,
but more slender, more delicate looking. The thought of it
sliding into her cunt gave her a shiver. She found herself
smiling, her cheeks flushed. Brewster laughed again. "See, you're
thinking of it right now."

"Of course I wasn't," Mandy lied. "The trouble with you, pretty
girl, is that you won't admit how you really feel. You won't
admit that it's natural for a woman to think of a cock stabbing
into her pussy."

"I think you'd better take me home," Mandy demanded.

"Not yet, baby. Not just yet." When the boy brought the car
around, Mandy felt a moment of panic. Before she got in, she
wondered if she could just start running. Maybe if she made
enough of a commotion, Brewster wouldn't pursue her. But then he
grabbed her elbow and pushed her in, closing the door behind her.
In a few moments, they were speeding away, the expensive
automobile almost soundless as Brewster guided it through heavy
traffic.

"Where are we going?" Mandy asked, her voice quivering. "You'll
see."

Mandy was more nervous than ever. She could almost smell
Brewster's lust. She remembered vividly all the ways he'd touched
her that first night. She knew his cock was huge. She hadn't
really had a good look at it, but it was the largest cock she'd
ever been fucked by. Now she was recalling some of the things
she'd done while Brewster had ass fucked her. She'd touched his
balls! She'd squeezed them like he'd asked her to. Mandy blushed
with shame to remember her own crazed actions. "I must have been
drunk," she mumbled. "What's that you said, baby?"

"Nothing. Where are we going?" They were down by the docks now.
Mandy could see the rigging of yachts along the marina. She
looked around as if seeking a path of escape. But things were
narrowing down for her with every passing second. Brewster braked
and came around to her side of the car. He blocked her path so
she couldn't make a break for it. She walked ahead of him towards
the large cabin cruiser. Brewster half lifted her, half carried
her aboard.

"I'm renting this boat while I'm in town," he told her. "I used
to do some sailing myself."

It didn't take half an hour for Brewster to guide the cruiser
into open water and head south down the coast. Lights moved past
on the shore as Mandy clung to the rail, her heart beating faster
now. She knew she was alone with Brewster, trapped on this boat.
She knew what he wanted to do to her. He'd only had his fingers
in her hot little pussy. He wanted to try something a bit more
intimate. He wanted to fuck her hot little pussy.

"Why don't you come up here?" Brewster called from the
wheelhouse.

"This is fine," Mandy called back.

"Then go change into something more casual," he said. "You'll
find a little present on the bed in my cabin.

"I'll just keep my dress on, thanks."

"Go change, Mandy, or I'll come change your clothes for you."

Mandy hurried down the steps to the cabin. A dim light glowed
from the wall. She glanced to the bed where Brewster had laid out
her surprise. She was shocked to see an outfit every bit as
skimpy as the panties Tanya had picked out for her that day in
town. The only difference was that now she had a matching top to
go with the bottoms. And as she picked the silky undies up, she
saw other differences. The panties had a string tie on one side.

Mandy was breathing hard by the time she skinned off her white
dress and slipped into these naughty little nothings. The bra was
of the sheerest nylon and cupped her firm, white tits tightly.
But her nipples pushed out the material as if there were nothing
there at all. With the red silk contrasting sharply against her
white skin, Mandy made her way back to the deck. By now, they
were moving through a warm breeze. Despite her skimpy attire,
Mandy wasn't chilly. But she was trembling anyway.

She didn't look around to where Brewster was, though she knew his
eyes were on her. The cruiser plunged slowly ahead, and Mandy
noticed that the sea was very calm now. She walked nervously
along the rail, watching lights from the shore. They were out
four or five miles. She turned suddenly when she heard footsteps
behind her.

"I put her on a heading. I know these waters so we'll be all
right for a while."

"Brewster, stay away from me." Mandy backed up until the rail was
against the small of her back. Brewster came over and stood there
without touching her. His eyes scanned every square inch of her
body.

"When I was in high school, there was a cheerleader who looked
just like you. I was in love with her so bad I was half crazy.
But she didn't want anything to do with me. I had a picture of
her that I jacked off to all the time. I even wrote poems for
her. But she married some other goon."

Mandy swallowed hard. "She looked like me?"

"Almost exactly. I know 'cause I used to sneak down to the
janitor's storeroom. He had cut a hole through the wall of the
girl's locker room so he could watch them shower. I cut classes
so I could watch that cheerleader taking off her clothes and
soaping herself up and . . ."he took a big breath and let it out
slowly. "I even watched her finger fuck one time. It turned me on
something awful."

Mandy lowered her eyes. She could hardly bear to meet Brewster's
hot gaze. She felt so naked, so vulnerable. But when he reached
out for her, she bolted. She jumped over a coil of rope and
hurried off down the side of the boat. Brewster cursed and came
after her.

"You can't go anywhere, baby," he hollered. "You can run around
in circles until you're exhausted, but you won't get away."

Mandy ran anyway. She ducked behind a life boat, then cut back
behind the wheelhouse. A big hand caught her wrist and she gave a
scream that could be heard a mile. Unfortunately, they were
almost out of sight of the shore by now.

"I've got my little cheerleader now," Brewster gasped, kissing
Mandy's blonde hair, his hands sliding down her naked back. She
squirmed and tried to pull away, but now his fingers caressed the
taut, red nylon that covered her cunt. It was damp and he knew
it.

Mandy was pulled own the steps to the cabin and tossed onto the
bed. Before she could slide away from his grasp, Brewster had
pushed his mouth down against her cunt. For the next fifteen
minutes, Mandy was slowly feasted upon, teased to the point of
madness. She kept trying to resist the shimmering pleasure that
rolled up her body. It was impossible. Brewster wasn't out to
just rape her and satisfy himself with a quick, hot come. He was
out to make her half crazy first. His mouth moved against her
silky panty crotch with ever slipping under it. He tongued the
edges, licked her thighs and belly, and fondled her tits.

Mandy was so excited by the time he pulled the little tie at the
side of her panties, she was rolling her hips in slow, hungry
circles. The drenched red satin was peeled away from the pinkness
of her cunt. Brewster gazed into the glossy heat between the lips
of her cunt as if he'd found the secret of the universe.

"No! Don't kiss me anymore . . . not there!"

His mouth pressed into her cunt, his tongue dividing each
delicate fold, his lips sucking out her juices. Mandy writhed,
her tits rising and falling under the tight clasp of her bikini
bra. Despite her intention to resist, her knees bent up, then
opened. She felt her cunt being stretched apart as she offered
the hungry man everything she had.

And he wasted no time getting to it. By the sloppy, sucking
sounds that came from between her thighs, Mandy knew Brewster was
making a pig of himself. He was eating her like she'd never been
eaten before!

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, my god! What are you doing to me?" Mandy squawked.


Brewster's tongue was so gentle, yet so hot! It explored the
hottest, most secret places along the length of her cunt slit. It
speared into her hole, smearing hot spit everywhere. And his lips
moved across her hot young pussy like the softest velvet. Mandy
plunged her ass up and down, smearing her juices against the
man's chin.

The skimpy undies were hanging from one thigh now, and Mandy had
almost forgotten she'd even had them on. Her mind was lost to the
incredible juicy pleasure Brewster's mouth was giving her slick
pussy.

"Uhh, uhhhhh, god!" she groaned, her head flopping back and
forth.

When the pleasure stopped, it took Mandy a few moments to regain
her composure. She was almost too weak to sit up. When at last
she focused her eyes, she could see Brewster standing by the bed,
stripping off his clothes. Another jolt of panic hit her, but she
was too weak to attempt to get away. And where would she go if
she did run?

"Oh god!" she cried, seeing his cock swing free. It looked over
eight inches long and was as thick as her wrist. She babbled
helplessly as the big man rolled onto the bed and caught her. He
pulled her against him, pulled her on top of his body. Mandy
could feel his muscled hardness against her tits, against her
belly and thighs. He was so strong that he didn't even work up a
sweat holding her. But the hardest thing of all was his cock. It
was pressed between her belly and his. It was throbbing hard.

"You've got to get used to it sometime," he whispered.

"No!" Mandy squealed, shaking her head so hard that her blonde
hair flew out over her shoulders. This little display seemed to
make Brewster want her all the more.

"Feel how long it is against your belly?"

"Yes. It's scary!"

"Touch it," he commanded.

"No!" Mandy yelled.

Brewster made her sit against his thighs and forced her to circle
her long fingers around his meat. Just to stare down at that
thing made Mandy's breath quicken. But it was frightening. She
estimated that it was probably eight or nine inches long. The
head swelled as she pushed the skin back. It was dark from
trapped blood and glistening with Brewster's sticky pre-cum.
"Jack it," he ordered.

Mandy jacked. She pulled the skin up so that it almost covered
his knob again, then stripped it down as far as she could.
Brewster groaned and moved his hips. She repeated this again and
again, watching the head grow even larger with every move of her
trembling fingers.

Brewster's balls looked heavy and hot, but she kept her hands
away. She remembered how strange those heavy eggs had felt when
he'd made her touch them that other time. Her hot cunt was
leaking juice now, making a slick smear against Brewster's left
thigh where she perched and wiggled. Yes, she was wiggling,
rubbing her parted cunt lips against him. She couldn't help
herself after all that licking. She had to keep some sort of
friction going or she'd flip out.

"Put your mouth on it," Brewster said forcefully.

Again, Mandy shook her head. Brewster's look told her she'd
better obey or else. She inched back along his thigh, her pussy
rubbing as she squirmed to get her head down. Mandy was panting
by the time she touched her pursed lips lightly to his swollen,
blood taut cock head.

"Damn," Brewster croaked.

Mandy didn't do anything but rub her lips around the surface of
his cock tip. Her spit mingled with the big man's juices until
everything was very slippery and sexy. Brester made funny sounds
in his throat for a while, then pulled her head away.

"Okay, baby, time for more fun," he announced.

"What? What are you gong to do?" she stammered.

Brewster pulled her up against his chest, her hard warm tits
pressing against him. She tried to push herself up, but he
wouldn't allow it. He moved her forward along his body, her knees
straddling his hips, then his waist, as Mandy crawled to where he
wanted her.

But apw she realized that in that position, with her knees pulled
forward like that, her pussy was stretched wide. And as her lips
touched Brewster's chin, he lifted his cock behind her. It
brushed upwards into the dripping, fevered slickness of her
pussy.

"Nhhhhooo," she groaned, her hips seesawing wildly. But moving
like this only rubbed the entire surface of her cunt across
Brewster's swollen cock head. The juicy, sexy sound took her
breath away. And the slippery friction across her clit made her
nipples stab out against the big man's chest.

"Ohhhh, please, don't fuck me! You'll kill me if you put that
thing in me!"

Brewster just laughed, his hands petting her ass, sliding close
to her parted cunt lips. Then he found her hole. Mandy made a
strangled sound as he pushed his middle finger suddenly into her
pussy.

"Ghhu, ghuuuuhh!" she gasped, her ass dancing as she felt the
glorious pleasure spreading. Brewster wound her long hair in one
hand, held her face up so he could tongue fuck her mouth. At the
same time, he finger fucked her tight, young pussy. After a few
seconds of this, Mandy was grunting like a hungry little piggy.
Her cunt muscles squeezed against his knuckles.

"Just think," Brewster whispered, "my cock will feel even better
that that."

"No . . . ohhhhh, I'm so scared." Yet despite her fear, Mandy
couldn't stop working her ass around. That damned finger just
wouldn't go quite deep enough! It wasn't quite big enough,
either. Ohh, it was driving her crazy!

Brewster teased her for a while, then withdrew his finger so
slowly that Mandy almost came unglued. She even reached back with
her hand and tried to make him stuff it in again. Brewster licked
her mouth, and when he pushed the tip of his tongue out again,
she sucked at it voraciously. Her fingers still fumbled at his
hand.

"Here," he panted, grabbing her wrist. "Grab this!"

Now Mandy's fingers clutched the thick, throbbing shaft of
Brewster's cock. She was so hot she couldn't think. She jerked
his heavy prick upwards, rubbing herself with the hot tip. She
rubbed up and down, her ass plunging to increase the friction.

"Put it inside yourself," Brewster whispered. "I ... I can't."

"Just think how good it'll feel to have that tight little cunt
stretched."

"No!" she shrieked.

"Just imagine my cock sliding up into you. You can take as much
as you want. I'm not doing anything but lie on my back. You're
running the show."

"Don't  want to ... I'm afraid!"  Mandy whimpered.

But even as Brewster said this, Mandy stroked her cunt again with
his big, fat cock head. And she was inching it closer to her
hole. Her muscles dilated rhythmically, yearning for his prick.
Mandy felt giddy. She touched her pussy gently, then pulled his
big prick away. A second later, she was rubbing her hole again.
"Go on, you little nympho, stick it in!"

"I'm not a nympho," Mandy blurted. She wasn't even sure what a
nympho was, just knew it was something she shouldn't be.
Especially if Brewster thought she was. But it did feel so good
to rub the edges of her hole with the head of his cock! As she
rubbed his prick across her cunt, it throbbed, swelling and
shrinking with a rhythm that seemed almost to match her hurried
pulse.

"Ohhhh, I can't stand it!" she panted, centering the spongy tip
against her hole. She tried with all her will to keep from
sliding back down Brewster's body. But before she could stop
herself, her willowy body squirmed atop him and she rocked her
hips. The pressure against her pussy grew as she pressed back
against the rigid shaft of meat she held with both trembling
hands. Her pussy flooded juice now and she could feel it over her
knuckles. Brewster's cock was so slippery, it was hard to hold on
to. But she dug her nails in and clung with all her might. Again,
her slim hips rocked from right to left. She inched back, one
knee bent and then the other. Now the pressure against her tight,
quivering hole was so much that it almost hurt. That swollen head
was stretching her larger than she'd ever been stretched before!
"... so big! Ohhhhh, it's too big!"

"Keep going, baby, just a little more . . ." Brewster's eyes were
wild with the pleasure he felt as her strongly muscled hole
clenched and spasmed around his hot prick tip.

Now Mandy wriggled in a frenzy of lust. She couldn't go on
teasing herself, only half pushing that thing inside her cunt.
She had the wildest need to stab it deep into her fevered pussy.
And she did! With a groan, with her head thrown suddenly back,
she gave a lunge, her back arching, then hunching up. There was a
wet, slick sound and a shimmering, breathtaking thrill knifed
through her body. Mandy made weak sounds of excitement as her
velvet slick cunt slipped down over Brewster's cock. It was
plowing her open, rubbing wonderfuly against the inner flesh of
her pussy. Her ass trembled and did a jerky, nervous dance. She
moved awkwardly at first, not quite sure just what was going to
happen to her now that she was impaled on the largest prick she'd
ever fucked in her life.

Brewster petted her narrow back, panting almost as loudly as she
was. Mandy was holding herself up on her elbows and knees,
rolling her hips this way and that as she tested the size and
depth of her cunt hole. As his gouging cock head brought pure
pleasure to her pussy, she drooled on Brewster's chest, her
fingers curling in the bedcovers, her long blond hair sweeping
down over her face to tickle the big man's shoulders. She had
been excited before. But nothing like this. Even when her hot
pussy had been eaten, even J   when she'd been finger fucked and
fucked in the ass at the same time. Nothing was as excruciatingly
thrilling as this! She seemed to be caught on the head of
Brewster's cock now. It had swelled even larger, its flared edges
catching at her cunt flesh until she could only roll her ass and
roll her pussy around in circles upon his juice greased knob. The
hot friction made the big man gasp as he pulled in |   air. He
bent his head down to capture one of Mandy's w
 hite tits in his mouth. She gave a weak squeal i   and arched
her back so he could get all of it. As his teeth edged into her
tit, as his tongue tortured her nipple, she let out another moan.
It was a low, animal like growl that started deep in her throat
and ended in her nose. They were fucking wildly now, her ass
never I  stopping, his hands clutching each firm, plump cheek as
she bobbed and plunged and fucked herself down another inch, then
another.

"Yuuhhhh, s s so good!" Mandy screeched.

"Baby, get all of it! Get every damned inch of it!"

"Uhhhhhh, Brewster! Ohhhhhh, it's going in so deep! It's so big
and hot!" Mandy breathed faster, her blue eyes wide with the
wonder of Brewster's cock. It was like a small animal inside her!
Throbbing and jerking against her clasped pussy. She bit her
tongue, her pussy muscles squeezing his cock. As the tense circle
closed, she realized that more than half of his prick was
imbedded inside her twitching, writhing pussy hole.

Brewster's fingers fanned out under the cheeks of her ass as he
guided her. She was still lying on top of him, her bent knees
spread on each side of his body, her nipples tickling his chest.
But now she was clutching his back with both hands, her ass
prancing excitedly as she continued to press back against his
throbbing stiff cock.

It was the sudden lunge that did it. Brewster moved his hips
upward quickly, jabbing the last few inches of hard cock into her
slippery hole. Mandy opened her mouth and made a gurgling sound
as she felt her womb filled with cock. She was full! She had all
of him now, her stretched cunt clasped tightly to every curve and
bump of his cock shaft. From the edges of her inner lips, her
juices leaked down to wet Brewster's balls.

"Now be still," he whispered. It wasn't easy to do what Brewster
said, but Mandy bit her tongue and tried to keep her young ass
from bobbing and dipping. Her pussy was convulsing with rhythmic
contractions as if trying to milk the length of the big man's
prick. But she managed to keep from moving.

"Just feel it inside you. Feel how hot and big it is. Now tell me
if you like it."

"Oh, Brewster, you make me feel all crazy inside. Yes! Yes, I'm
mad for it! I wish it could stay inside me forever! Inside my
pussy! Aaaaghh!"

"Your juices are soaking into my cock," he gasped. "And deep,
deep inside you, the head of my cock is pressed against your ..."


"Yes! I can feel it!" Mandy tightened up her pussy muscles.
"You're moving again," Brewster laughed. "I can't help it!
Ohhhhh, it feels like heaven!" His big hands clutched her
asscheeks, quieting her movements again. Mandy lay her head
against his chest and tried to catch her breath. Her flesh
shimmered with pleasure. Her heart beat fast and steady, each
pulse making her cunt radiate with hot thrills. She longed to
squirm against his hard cock again. But Brewster wouldn't let
her. He lifted her face and she gave a little cry as their mouths
joined. Then she was being kissed softly and deeply as the big
man stroked her long, lean body.

CHAPTER NINE

Gently, Brewster began to rearrange Mandy's legs. She relaxed,
letting him do what he wanted, her mouth still pressed against
his, her tongue dancing against his. Finally, both of them were
sitting up, her legs stretched out straight and straddling his
waist. She was sitting on his cock now and it seemed to go even
deeper than before as her bodyweight pressed her down upon his
meat. Her ass was perched on his thighs, her arms tight around
his back. They kissed again and again. His mouth was hot and warm
and soft. She grew hungrier, feasting on the stab of his tongue
as her pussy tightly clasped the huge, hot cock that impaled her
cunt completely.

"I ... I didn't know you could do it sitting up like this!" she
hollered.

"There are lots of ways you can do it!" As she said this,
Brewster fucked his cock harder. Mandy's blue eyes widened and
she pulled in a quick breath.

"Oh!" she gasped.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Yes!" She ran her tongue across her lips and squeezed back, her
pussy contracting around the base of the big man's cock. He
smiled and blinked.

"I like that, too!" he screamed.

"Kiss me again, Brewster," Mandy begged, her freckled nose tilted
up, her mouth open. Brewster kissed her slowly and deeply. Again,
she was unable to keep her hips from doing a slow, sexy dance.
Her pink pussy flesh smeared his prick with her juices as she
writhed.

"Ohhhhh, Brewster, I want to come so bad!" Mandy wailed.

"Then you must like to fuck now, am I right?"

Mandy bit her lip. "Yes! Ohhh, yes, I do. I guess I've wanted to
do this since the very first. I've been so mixed up." Her hips
plunged faster. "Ohhh, my god! Ohhh, I'm gonna faint if it gets
much better!"

She clung to Brewster's chest, her nails digging into his back,
her firm round tits sliding up and down against his body as she
jerked and twisted against the lovely shaft of rigid cock meat
that filled her cunt so completely.

"Nhhhyyyuuhhh," she groaned, losing all control.

"Okay, baby, just go ahead and get what you want."

"Need it so bad!" Mandy panted, her ass plunging, her open mouth
smearing wetly against Brewster's neck. "Need fucking so bad!"

"Go, baby, get it good!"

"Ohh, ohhhhhh, Brewster! Hold me tight! I'm gonna explode!"

It hadn't taken much to urge her tingling pussy into the final
throes of ecstasy. She felt the tickle turn into something too
incredible for words. The pleasure flowed through her pussy like
she was melting into Brewster's body. She was becoming part of
him. She lifted and fell upon his cock. She hooked her arms
around his neck so she could lift herself up, sliding her tight
pussy almost to the tip of his prick, then wiggling herself back
down until she felt his balls pressing against her open slit.

"... deep," she murmured. "Nice and deep!"

All the while, Brewster kissed her neck and ears and mouth. He
helped lift her, letting her pussy lips slip around his cock
head. Each time, his cock seemed to stab her deeper than before.

Mandy was coming like she'd never come in her life. She stretched
away from Brewster, her head thrown back, her blonde hair tossing
wildly as she writhed against him. The juicy, fucking sound
between her thighs was the prettiest music she'd ever heard. The
pulsing stretch of her cunt around his cock was sending her into
paradise.

"Ohh, ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" she moaned.

Her belly pulled in under her ribs as she came. She couldn't
breathe or think or worry about anything. She was completely
alive, every nerve in her body tingling. Brewster rose on his
knees, pushing her onto her back on the bed. Her knees went up
high as he began to plunge between her soft thighs. Mandy gave a
squeal as he sucked her nipples, his hands kneading her youthful
curves, his cock slamming and spearing and fucking her into
another world.

Mandy was totally free for the first time in her life. She dug
her heels into the small of Brewster's back, then rubbed them
down along his ass. She could feel every wild lunge. She could
feel the incredibly powerful fucking movements of his body. And
her pussy was stroked in a way that made her whole body shudder.
She came with wild screams of passion. She clawed the big man's
back. Her heels locked around his thighs as she plunged her cunt
mound up and down, her cunt squeezing the base of Brewster's cock
shaft.

Hot cum spattered into her pussy. She felt every surge, every hot
jet enter her cunt. She rolled her hips faster, her breath
screaming in her throat, her hands pulling at him, her cunt flesh
sucking at his cock.

They kissed, a sloppy, wild kiss. Their tongues lashed together
like snakes fighting. Mandy gave a little cry each time she felt
another spurt of cum boil into the deepest part of her wet pussy.


"Ohhhhh, Brewster, darling! Ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

It could have ended then but it didn't. Mandy felt herself rolled
over again to be on top. She wiggled against Brewster's chest,
keeping her itchy pleasure surging until, after dying away, it
came back again. She was coming for the second time, her tight
hole stripping the length of the big man's cock each time another
jolt of ecstasy went through her. And he was still so hard and
stiff!

"Nnnhhuuhh," she moaned, her nostrils flared with excitement. "I
don't ever want it to end!"

But it had to. Mandy was hardly aware of exactly what had
happened when her spasms finally ended. She found herself
stretched out on the bed, her cunt empty. She blinked and came to
full consciousness, her hand stretching out to find Brewster. He
was there beside her on his back, his big cock resting against
his thigh. It was glossy with cum and cunt juice. Though it
wasn't as big as it had been inside her, it was still pretty big.


Mandy whimpered and crawled over. His prick was heavy and
somewhat limp as she cradled it in her fingers and began to lap
the spilled cum from its dusky head. Brewster gave a moan and
caressed her head with lazy fingers.

"You're incredible," he sighed. "You learn everything very fast,
you know."

"You've been a good teacher."

"Then you'll go with me to Europe?"

Mandy swallowed down a string of cum and looked up at him. "Me?
Go with you?"

"Yeah, my deal with Jimmy is pretty well set up now, all the
loose ends taken care of. I'll be heading back to my chateau
outside of Paris. But I don't want to go alone."

Mandy remembered the photographs her boss had taken of her and
his promise to expose her to her parents if she ever disobeyed
him. The chance that Tommy might be able to get his hands on that
incriminating evidence was pretty slim.

"I can't go, Brewster. I just can't." she said sadly.

"You want to, don't you?"

Mandy nodded. "I never thought I'd say yes to you, but I would
go. I don't think I'll ever be the same after what you just did
to me."

"What did I just do to you?" Brewster asked with a smile.

Mandy turned her bright blue eyes up to him. "You fucked me,
Brewster. You fucked me like I needed to be fucked. I want to
spend the rest of my life fucking you."

"Then why can't you go with me to Europe? Is it some hold that
Jim's got on you?"

Mandy took a deep breath and nodded. "Give me until tomorrow.
Maybe I can say yes then."

"Listen, I'll say something to Jim if it'll help."

"You'd better wait for now," Mandy told him. "I've got to be
careful how I do this. There's a lot at stake for me."

Brewster rose and jerked on his pants. "I'd better get topside
and see if we're still on course."

"I'm coming with you."

"Great. We can have some fun while I teach you how to steer the
ship."

Mandy's mind cartwheeled. She could guess what Brewster had in
mind. And when they got to the wheelhouse, she found she'd
guessed right. While she clung to the big, brass wheel, Brewster
slipped his cock into her from behind while she arched her back
to push her pussy out to him. Slowly, wonderfully, he fucked her
like that until she could hardly focus on the ocean ahead. Her
hands clutched the wheel until her knuckles went white. Then she
came, her juices mingling with more hot cum. It was wonderful to
feel the sexy mess of jism and pussy sauce dripping down the in
sides of her thighs. She stood on tiptoes while Brewster rammed
and stroked her. It seemed he went on coming forever. And the rub
of her asscheeks against his belly was nice.

"Brewster, darling," she panted at last, "it's getting awfuly
slippery. My toes keep sliding around on the deck ..."

"Guess we spilled something," Brewster gasped against Mandy's
neck. She was bent forward, still clinging to the wheel. Though
they'd both finished coming, Brewster was still moving his cock
in and out of her pussy very slowly. "You've just got to go with
me to Europe," he told her. "I don't think I can do without you
now."

Mandy packed all her things that morning before leaving the fancy
penthouse her boss was paying for. She managed to hide her
activities from Tanya, not wanting word to get out to Jimmy that
she was about to make a break for it. Of course, she couldn't go
at all unless she was able to get her hands on those photographs.
But she was determined to manage that somehow. After Brewster had
fucked her the evening before she realized she needed him as
badly as he needed her. She wondered how long she could last
without his big, hot cock. Even before lunch hour rolled around,
she was having daydreams of being fucked by him. She was thankful
that her boss was out of his office. If he'd called her in for
some fun and games, she would have felt very strange. And to
refuse him at this stage in her plans might upset everything.

Brewster was going to stop by sometime in the afternoon for her
decision whether she would go with him or not. Mandy needed word
from Tommy before then. Had he been able to find what she needed?


It was after ten when she became too nervous to work on any more
of Jim's personal mail. She slipped out of the office and hurried
upstairs to Tommy's room on the second floor of the mansion. When
he opened the door, he gave her a smile and motioned towards the
bed. Mandy's heart jumped when she saw the pictures, some of them
enlarged. There were negatives, too.

"I got what you wanted," Tommy said, running a hand around her
waist.

"I'm so ashamed," Mandy gasped, picking one up. There she was
just like the first night Jimmy had fucked her. Her long legs
were sprawled open, her nighty tangled around her waist, her
pussy gleamed wetly in the light from the flesh. There was no
mistaking the smears of cum on her thighs, dripping from her torn
pussy hole.

"It turns me on," Tommy said, his hand tightening around her. His
other fingers worked the button of her skirt.

"No, Tommy, not now. I've got to destroy these."

"Look, I took a hell of a chance. I had to make it look like a
prowler had gotten into the darkroom," he said.

"I know you took a chance, and I appreciate it."

"You're going to let me fuck you tonight, aren't you?" The boy
pouted, his hand caressing the swell of her ass. Through her
clinging nylon panties, she could feel the warmth of his touch.

"Of course," she lied, hoping that by that evening she would be
with Brewster far away.

"But until then," Tommy smiled. "I'll need a little something to
tide me over."

"Tommy, really ..."

"Really," he whispered, kissing her ear. Mandy gathered the
photos and negatives, making sure all of them were there. After
putting them back into the envelope, she turned towards the door.
Tommy stood there blocking her way.

"Come on, Mandy, I can't wait until tonight. Can't we have a
little quickie?"

"Tommy, I . . . "

But before she could slip around him, Tommy pushed his hand under
her skirt and was trying to get the stubborn button loose with
the other. She was pressed back against the door. Tommy gave up
on the button and used both hands to jerk at her panties.

"No! Don't do that, Tommy, not now. I've got to get back to my
desk!"

"My old man isn't even here. Who cares if you're at your desk or
not?"

Tommy kissed her mouth and the envelope slipped from her fingers.
She was fighting him, but weakly. His fingers had already
stretched her panty crotch to one side and were exploring the hot
wet folds of her pussy. She moaned when she felt the head of his
cock being pushed against her cunt.

"Please, Tommy, can't we wait? Can't we . . . uhhhhhh! Ohhhh, my
god!"

His slender cock had slipped between her pussy lips and popped
against her muscled cunt hole before she'd had a chance to react.
With one quick thrust, half of his cock had been buried in her
feverish cunt. She wiggled a little, surprised by the sudden
stiffness inside her pussy.

Tommy's slender prick slipped in deeper as he grasped her
asscheeks and shoved against her. She was pinned against the
door, her feet spread on the rug, her hands clutching his
shoulders. She tried to keep him away, but the pleasure was
spreading fast now, making her pussy surge with thrills.

"So damned hot . . . " the boy gasped, spearing her again. Her
juices leaked down his rigid shaft and wet his balls. He dug his
fingers into her firm ass. "Oh, god, Mandy! I'm crazy about you.
I never knew I'd feel this way about a girl, but I do about you."


"Even after what your father's done to me?"

"To hell with him. You're going to be mine from now on. We'll run
away if we have to."

"Ohhhhhh, Tommy, ohhhh, it's going in deep!"

Mandy was surprised just how deep his slender cock could fuck
her. Since it went in easier, each thrust seemed to root in the
deepest, hottest part of her cunt. In a few seconds, she'd
forgotten about resisting him. Her hands slipped down his back
and she realized that her fingers were urging against his ass,
urging him deeper. Her hips rocked forward and back. She was
rubbing her clit against the base of his shaft while he licked
her mouth and whispered how crazy he was about her.

She flicked her blonde hair and let her emotions go. What did it
matter now if she had one last fling with the young man who'd
helped her out of her jam? She owed him that much. She was
beginning to realize just how much a man needed that soft, hot
hole in a woman's body. Brewster needed it bad enough to take her
with him wherever he went. She knew she had something, a certain
innocence and way of fucking that drove men wild. It was driving
Tommy wild right now.

"Ohh, god Mandy, make it tight! Ohhhh like that, yeah! Ohhh,
Mandy, I love you!"

Mandy plunged her hips faster, panting in Tommy's ear, then
lashing out with her tongue to send him into excited shivers. He
made sounds like a little lost boy who'd found comfort in his
mother's arms. But he certainly wasn't treating her like a
mother! Mandy smiled and petted his head and rolled her hips in a
wild frenzy of lust that caused her satin slick pussy to pull
strongly at the slender cock that filled it.

With a sharp cry, Tommy let go. She felt each upward lunge as his
cock bubbled over with hot cum. She was close herself, but she
didn't push herself to the edge. She made it good for Tommy
instead, lurching and rubbing and panting into his ear. He liked
that. His cock spurted rhythmically until at last he was finished
coming.

"Now eat me," Mandy said, pushing his shoulders down. She was
curious about just how much power she did have over Tommy.

He knelt on the floor between her spread feet, his cock dangling
before him. It was still very stiff and coated with her juices
and his spilled cum. Without hesitating, he buried his mouth up
against the soft, blonde fluff of her cunt. She heard the slurpy
sounds as he licked her cummy slit, his fingers clutching her
thighs as he worked his tongue between the swollen folds of her
cunt.

"Ohhhhh, yes, Tommeeee!" She hunched her back, pushing her hips
out so he would find her clit. It throbbed like a time bomb.
Every caress of his tongue inched her closer to what she wanted.
She was trembling how, her long fingers tangled in the young
man's hair. She was panting loudly, her breathing ragged and
wild.

"Uhh, uhhhhh, Tommy! Uhhhhh, there, lick me right there!"

Her nails clawed his scalp. She jerked his head up so that his
mouth feasted on that tingling, white hot lump of flesh that
would send her into orbit. Her clit had grown into an inch long
finger of tender meat, and Tommy pressed it between his lips.

"Nhhhaaaaahh!" Mandy cried, grinding her cunt in frenzied
movements against his open mouth. She came with exquisite spasms
that wracked her slim body. She came with the thrill of knowing
that Tommy was her slave now. At least when she had him on his
knees like this.

"Keep licking Tommy. Ohhhh, don't stop now!" she howled.

But it had to stop sometime. Maybe a girl would die if she came
for more than a few seconds. Mandy was sure that the human body
wasn't built to stand that much pleasure. But now that it was
over, now that her short journey into paradise had ended, she
pushed Tommy away and slipped her panty crotch back across her
freshly fucked pussy. Immediately, it was drenched with cum.

"I'll see you tonight then?" Tommy asked cautiously.

"Yes,  Tommy.   Just  come  over to  the apartment."

When she went back downstairs, the photos under her arm, Mandy
felt bad about what she was going to do. Tommy would be expecting
so much now that he'd helped her. And she was going to run out on
him. She decided to leave Tanya a note on her desk. Maybe she
could talk the dark haired beauty into giving Tommy sympathy when
he found that his blonde haired dream had vanished. It wasn't
that she didn't appreciate what he'd done for her. But she knew
that Brewster was what she wanted now. When he looked at her, she
felt already fucked. And when he fucked her, she died and went to
heaven.

When Brewster came into her office at three that afternoon, she
almost jumped across her desk to greet him. Mandy thrust her hips
forward and rubbed her hands up and down his back.

"Still love me?" she whispered, her bright blue eyes mischevous.

"Oh, god, yes." He caressed her firm ass. She'd cleaned up since
Tommy had fucked her that morning, but her pussy was still
swollen. It pressed out against the thin satin of her fresh
panties. She was wearing the little string and lace things
Brewster had given to her the night on the boat. And the red silk
halter was just visible under the edge of her low cut top. "And I
can see you're ready."

"Got my bag right here," she said, showing him where she'd been
hiding it.

"Then let's get the hell out of here before Jimmy comes back.
He's a friend of mine, but I think I'd have to fight him if he
saw me kidnapping you."

In less than two hours they were on board a transatlantic plane.
As the stewardess checked to see that all seat belts were
fastened, she gave Brewster a superheated look. He leaned to
whisper in Mandy's ear.

"I hope she doesn't think I could be tempted. Maybe she thinks
you're my daughter."

"I don't mind being your daughter," Mandy cooed, her hand finding
the lump in his slacks. Brewster held a magazine over where she
was touching, shielding her explorations from the other
passengers. "Ohhh, you're so hard."

"That's because I haven't fucked you today yet," he said lewdly.

"How can we here? And it's such a long flight." Mandy squeezed
again. His cock tip felt like a warm, spongy ball. She worked
down the tab of his zipper. It didn't take her but a second to
slip under his skivvies and curl her hot fingers around his
shaft. Brewster's eyes half closed.

"God damn, Mandy, you're a crazy little cunt."

"That's what you've been training me for, isn't it?" His prick
stiffened, straightening from the bind of his underwear. Now she
could massage the full length of it more easily. Her thumb and
forefinger formed a tight ring around his knob, moving back and
forth deliciously.

"Anybody looking at us?" Mandy gasped.

"Naw, the kids in the seat across the aisle are all glued to the
window." Brewster moved his hips. "And the stewardess is on her
way to the kitchen."

"Are you close?" Mandy sighed, hungry for him now. Hungry for his
cum.

"Five seconds," Brewster gasped, "... four . . . three ..."

With a final look around, Mandy pushed the magazine out of the
way, dropped her head down and fastened her wet lips around the
head of Brewster's cock. Before her eager tongue had licked him
more than half a dozen times, he let out a sigh and shuddered. A
hot fountain of cum boiled into her mouth. Mandy cooed happily,
gulping the thick curds down, her mouth sliding slicky over his
firm, throbbing prick tip.

"You lovely little wench," Brewster moaned, petting her head. "I
love you, Mandy." And even as she went on sucking, Mandy smiled.

The End

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