EMPLOYMENT SKILLS

    

			BY POC

 Don't take this job and shove it... Please! 





	"Ralph I'm really sorry to have to tell this, but I'm afraid

we're going to have to let you go. I don't have any other choice."



	Ralph Kurtman sat in the straight backed guest chair across

the desk from Howard Robertson letting the words soak in. Howard

had just told him he was to be laid off. As the words took root Ralph

became panic stricken. He couldn't afford to be laid off. No, Howard

couldn't do that to him, not after three years.



	Almost in desperation Ralph said. "Come on Howard. You

can't mean that. I mean....I've given three years of my life to this

company.....I know we've had some financial hardships lately.. but 

we'll snap out of it."



	"I'm sorry Ralph." Howard said with sad conviction. "You've

seen the forecasts. It doesn't look good. Hell man, I don't know what 

else to do. I really am sorry about this. If there were any other way, 

you know I'd take it."



	Ralph felt his throat tighten up and go dry. He never 

imagined this would happen to him. He felt devastated. Getting this 

job had been the best thing that ever happened to him. For the first 

time in his life he was earning a salary that allowed him and his wife 

Beverly to live comfortably. Hell, just a year ago they had even 

bought a five hundred thousand dollar home, if he were laid off they 

couldn't keep up the mortgage payments, and what about Beverly's 

new BMW? His mind yelled at him. "It just isn't fair. This can't be 

happening." No this couldn't be happening to him, not now. 

Everything had been going so good..



	Frantically he said. "What if I take a pay cut for a little while, 

Howard? You know, just until the company gets back on it's feet. Hell, 

you could cut ten.... or even twenty percent off my salary, me and 

Bev would manage somehow until things look up." He had become so 

panic stricken at the prospect of losing his job, that if Howard ask him 

to run stark naked down main street with toilet paper streaming out his 

ass looking like some human kite, he would have agreed if that meant 

keeping his job.



	"A salary cut won't solve the problem Ralph. You know that. 

We just have more people in marketing than the company can support 

right now with the current economy. After a year or two things should 

look different and...."



	Anger replaced some of the fear and Ralph interrupted his 

boss, "A year or two! And just what in the hell am I supposed to do in 

the mean time? Jesus Christ Howard! I don't have a huge bank roll I 

can count on! Shit! I'd be lucky to make it a month or two. After that 

I'm out in the street pushing a grocery cart and picking up aluminum 

cans!"



	"Calm down Ralph." Howard said holding his palms up. "I'm

sorry you don't have anything put away, but I can't be held responsible

for that, any more than I can be held responsible for the current 

economy dip. What in the hell do you expect me to do? Listen," his 

voice took on a softer tone, "the company will do everything in 

its power to help you find another position somewhere. Okay?"



	Ralph looked at Howard and knew he was full of shit. Christ, 

Howard knew how unlikely finding a position at even half his current 

salary was, yet there he sat on his fat smug ass telling him how the 

company would do everything in its power to help find him a new job. 

Ralph suddenly wondered  how he had ever considered Howard 

somebody he could trust, or as a friend for that matter. Hell, Howard 

was a least twenty years older than him, and they had very little in 

common other than the obvious of Howard's strong sexual attraction

toward his wife Beverly. That attraction didn't particularly disturb 

Ralph because Howard held a strong sexual attraction toward most 

good looking woman. Especially those associated with the company 

in one way or another, like female employee's, or employee's wives. 

Besides Ralph had gotten used to men looking at his wife, she was a 

knock out.  At twenty seven, (ten years younger than Ralph), standing 

five foot eight inches tall, long golden blonde hair, wide hips, tight ass, 

small breasts with very large and extremely seductive pointed nipples 

(easily seen in a swimming suit or evening gown), a tiny narrow waist 

and long shapely legs. Yes, she could turn the head of most men. 



	Ralph knew Beverly was faithful to him remembering her 

telling him after they had gotten home from the company Christmas 

party two years ago about how Howard had cornered her and pulled 

out on the top of her dress trying to look down at her breasts. Beverly 

had slapped his hand away but being shocked by his forwardness 

couldn't move and he grabbed one of her breasts while telling her, 

"Someday honey, your going to be more than willing to show me 

theses tities of yours." She twisted out of his grasp staying as far from 

his as possible the rest of the night. Ralph knew she had wanted him to 

do something about Howard's offensive act but Ralph made the 

excuse that Howard was just drunk and didn't know what he was doing,

which was only partially the reason the other being Ralph didn't want to 

jeopardize his job.



	Beverly hated Howard after that and had learned to out 

maneuver him from then on.





	Ralph thought about Howard's last question: "What the hell 

do you expect me to do?" then he blurted out the only thing that made 

sense to him. "Let someone else go."



	"Damn it Ralph!" Howard shook his head. "Do you think this 

is easy for me? Hell man, I was up all night trying to decide between 

you and James Lake. The only thing that turned the tables was that your 

the least senior staff member."



	"Have you said anything to James yet?" Ralph asked feeling

that lump in his throat again.



	"No. I felt it only fair I talk to you first."



	"Well listen Howard. Don't do anything yet. At least give me 

an opportunity to change your mind. Come over to my place for dinner 

tonight and we'll talk. Hell, what's the big difference if you do it today 

or tomorrow? You owe me at least that much. What do ya say?" Ralph 

sounded almost as if he were pleading. Which he was.



	"It isn't going to do any good Ralph. I've made up my mind. 

Your just going to have to adjust to it."



	"Come on Howard. What do you say? It's just one day. You 

can give me a day can't you?"



	"All right Ralph. But it wouldn't make any difference. One 

day."



	"Great! Beverly and I will expect you at around eight.



	Ralph left work early that day. He knew he would need the 

extra time to explain things to Beverly.



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CHAPTER 2 - Maybe my wife can help!



	On the way home Ralph stopped at the super market and 

picked up a rack of lamb, (a known favorite of Howard's), along with 

mint sauce, vegetables, potatoes, bread, butter, salad fixings and two 

bottles of wine. Ralph still held to the naive belief that, one way to a 

mans heart was through his stomach. At least it couldn't hurt.



	Ralph entered the house and set the grocery bags on the 

kitchen table. He stood motionless still knotted up over the prospect of 

being unemployed, when he heard Beverly behind him.



	"Ralph! Christ! You scared the hell out me. I heard noises 

downstairs, and didn't know what was going on. What are you doing 

home so early?"



	"Oh.. There's some shit going down at work...some real crap

honey...I don't know."



	Beverly could tell by Ralph's voice just how upset he was. She

walked over to him and put her arm around his waist. "It can't be that 

bad. What is it? Can I help?"



	Ralph looked deep into his wife's lovely eyes. "Yeah you can.

There's going to be a layoff at work and I'm on the hit list. I've invited 

Howard over for dinner hoping I might be able to change his mind. 

Shit baby, if this doesn't work I don't know what we'll do."



	"To hell with Howard!" She said squeezing him tighter. 

"You'll find another job. I can't believe him...after all you've done for 

that company. When your gone he'll find out just how much your 

missed."



	"It's not that easy Beverly. I'm not some young spring chicken

anymore. Christ I'm thirty seven, almost thirty eight. Who in the fuck 

is going to want a middle aged marketing manger? I'll tell you who. 

No fucking one! That's who! Aw Shit!" His voice had raised in volume

considerably.



	"Hey, take it easy Honey. Everything will work out. You'll 

see."



	"If only I can convince Howard, the fucking ax man 

Robertson to let James go instead of me. Jesus honey, James doesn't 

have half the responsibilities I have, he and Ellen bought their house 

over ten years ago, their mortgage payments are half of what ours are, 

and he's younger than I am, it'd be much easier for him to find a new 

job."



	Beverly took a step back looking up at her husband. "Who are 

you trying to convince? Howard or yourself?" 



	"Well all's fair...and all that shit. I picked up some lamb, it's

Howard's favorite, mind cooking, he should be here around eight."



	"No. I'll cook if that's what you want. But you know I can't 

stand the man. I hate it when you invite him over. He makes my skin 

crawl."



	"Well this is a special case. I'm fighting for my... our life 

here." Then his voice took on an almost apologetic tone. "I'd like you 

to dress extra special tonight.... you know something sexy... like 

maybe that black silk dress you got for our last anniversary. You know 

the one."



	Beverly shook her head. "Come on Ralph! He'll be playing 

hand jive with me all night. You know how he gets after a few drinks."



	"Come on yourself Beverly!" Ralph raised his voice. "This is 

important to me.....to us. I need you to be real nice to Howard tonight."



	"Damn it Ralph! I'm always nice to him. I just don't like him 

pawing at me all the time. God! He's so slimy."



	"Well.. put up with it.... just for tonight anyway. This is 

important."



	"What the hell are you telling me?" She had gotten angry 

now. "That I should let him feel me up!"



	"Aw hell honey." His voice clamed down. "It's just for one 

night. How bad can it be? Do it for me....for us."



	She laughed. "Now wait a second. Let me get this straight. 

You expect me to let that old bastard play drive-in movie with my 

body?"



	"It wouldn't hurt you to be a little friendly for Christ sake."



	"Friendly? You call that friendly? Hell, why don't we invite 

the neighbors over. We can all have a friendly little orgy?" She 

couldn't believe what he was asking her to do.



	"Listen Beverly," His voice change to a serious monotone. "I 

told you this is very important to me. I need you to be real friendly 

to him tonight." He had placed emphasis on the word "real".



	Beverly for the first time realized how earnest her husband 

really was. "Ralph." She asked. "What exactly do you mean by real 

friendly?" She had placed the same emphasis on the word "real" as he 

had.



	"Oh you know. It could really make a difference if he's happy 

when he leaves here. All I'm saying is do whatever it takes to make 

him happy. Come on, you know."



	"Happy! Hmmm...Wait a minuet." She folded her hands 

together and placed them under her chin. Looking up directly into her 

husbands eyes she said. "What if going to bed with me is the only 

thing that makes him happy? Are you telling me I should let him fuck 

me?"



	Ralph clamped his lips together for a second then answered 

almost in a whisper. "I'm sure it won't come to that....But.. If a..... just 

say...If a...that's the only thing that makes him happy....What's the big 

deal.. yeah....Sure..... How can it hurt? Why not.. Hell."



	"I'll bloody well fucking tell you why not!" She yelled.

"Because it's my body that fat slimy bastard will be penetrating not 

yours! That's fucking why not!"



	"Come on Beverly calm down." His voice was almost child  

like. "I don't ask that much of you. Do this for me. Do it for us. Come 

on baby I need you to do this. Besides, let's not worry about what 

hasn't happened. Jesus, lighten up. Im sure it won't come to that."



	Beverly lost all anger. Ralph suddenly seemed so very 

pathetic. For the first time she felt pity for the man she had married. 

She also felt utterly confused and honestly didn't know what she could 

or would do about the situation. It probably wouldn't come to her 

having to screw the old bastard....But just the fact that Ralph had ask 

her, hurt her more than her husband would ever know. In a calm voice 

she said. "Oh fuck you Ralph....Just fuck you. I'm going to see about 

dinner."



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CHAPTER 3- Look who's cumin to dinner 



	It was a little before eight when Ralph ushered Howard into 

his home. "How about a drink Howard? Beverly's still upstairs 

dressing. You know women."



	"Thanks Ralph." Howard answered pinching the bridge of his 

nose between his thumb and forefinger. "A drink sounds good right 

about now. It's been a rough day."



	'Rough day!' Ralph thought to himself. He doesn't know what 

a fucking rough day is other than shooting a ninety five in eighteen 

holes. But he asked. "Wine or Scotch?"



	"Its been a scotch day. Over a little ice."



	"Coming right up." Ralph said as he moved toward the wet 

bar.



	Ralph and Howard were on their second double Scotch when 

Beverly came downstairs. Ralph looked up and was pleased to see she 

had worn the black dress he had recommended after all.



	Howard looked up and could only say. "Wow!" Beverly was 

dressed in a black low cut evening gown fitting tightly across her flat 

stomach and accentuating her bra-less nipples. The dress slowly 

widened just below the waist line with the hem ending above the 

knees displaying her slim shapely calves which were covered in sheer

black nylon stocking having even darker black seams along the full 

length of their backsides. Two thin dress straps traversed over the skin 

of her smooth bare shoulders but were clearly not essential for support 

of her firm youthful breasts. Her long blond hair was off-set with a 

large black ribbon and three inch jet black spiked heals gave the 

appearance of her being even taller than she already was.



	She was absolutely striking dressed all in black contrasted

only by her light colored hair and a thin gold necklace with a diamond 

pendent in the enviable position to repose in her breasts cleavage. 



	Howard's jaw remained open, then when he found his voice

all he could say was, "Wow!" again.



	Beverly gave a knowing glance toward her husband then 

looked at Howard. "I'll take that to be a complement. Thank you. It's 

so nice to see you again Howard. How have you been?"



	Howard gathered some composure and said. "No matter how 

I've been, I'm better now after seeing you. You look absolutely 

stunning Beverly."



	"I thank you again." She gave a slight bow then looked at 

Ralph. "Mind fixing me a drink darling? The usual please."



	Ralph jumped up to mix the drink stammering over his 

words. "Sure...Right.. Right away."



	Beverly smoothed the back of her dress with her hands and 

took a seat across from Howard. Using skills only women and felines 

seem to have she gracefully crossed her legs. "Ralph tells me the 

company isn't doing very well. Only a temporary condition I should 

hope Howard."



	"Well..." Howard nodded as Beverly accepted the rum and 

coke from Ralph. Then he continued. "...I sure hope so. Hard to tell 

with the economy in the state it's in. You never know. It could break 

open at any time or remain flat for God only knows how long."



	"I'm sorry to hear that." Beverly said taking a sip on her 

drink. "Ralph is really concerned regarding his future."



	Her last comment seemed to make both Howard and Ralph 

uncomfortable and he looked toward Ralph before saying. "Yeah. I 

know. I'm really upset about the whole thing myself, but unfortunately 

there are some things none of us have any control over."



	Beverly still didn't know how the evening would progress or 

how she would react if Howard tried to come on to her, but for the 

moment at least she felt in complete control and was enjoying the fact 

that she had made both Howard and Ralph squirm.



	Ralph looked over at Howard's drink. "Refill Howard?"



	"Yeah...sure. Thanks."



	As Ralph refilled both his and Howard's glass's Beverly noted 

that both looked as if they were well on their way to intoxication. She 

stood up and excused herself telling them she had better get into the 

kitchen and check on dinner and toss the salad. The way they were

looking she felt it best to get some food into them. 

	

	After Beverly left the room Howard, definitely feeling the 

effects of three scotch on the rocks looked over at Ralph and said.

"Your wife really looks great tonight."



	Ralph feeling some of the same alcohol effects smiled at 

Howard and answered. "Why thanks Howard. But your right she does

look hot. You know I told her I wanted her to look extra special 

tonight seeing as you were going to be our dinner guest. I also told her 

to be exceptionally 'nice' to you." Strong emphasis had been placed on 

the word nice. "Tonight," Ralph continued. "consider yourself the 

king. Me and the misses are but your minions to serve."



	Although light headed Howard had caught the emphasis 

Ralph had placed on the word 'nice' and of him being king. He felt he 

understood Ralph's meaning and hoped he was correct. He had lusted

after Beverly for a long time and if he had interpreted Ralph's meaning

correctly tonight he just might have her. He felt a stirring in his groin

just thinking about it.



	"That's nice of you Ralph." He said unable to get the mental

picture of Beverly nude out of his mind. "You know I think I'll go see

if Beverly could use some help in the kitchen. You just sit and relax

Ralph, You've had a hard day, and who knows if everything works out

you just might have a better day tomorrow" He winked at Ralph then

said "If you know what I mean."



	Ralph just nodded and Howard stood up and headed for the

kitchen door. Ralph took a long pull at his drink feeling mixed 

emotions about what was about to happen. He had been the one that 

had asked Beverly to make Howard "happy", and he still wanted that, 

but a small piece of his mind wished Beverly would rebuke Howard's 

advances even if he had told her not to. He rolled the cold glass across 

his forehead as Howard pushed through the swinging door into the 

kitchen.



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CHAPTER 4- Kitchen help



	Beverly momentarily stopped tossing the salad and turned 

when she heard the kitchen door swing open. She saw Howard enter 

then quickly turned back to the salad. Her heart seemed to skip a beat 

with the feeling that it might be show time. She didn't know if she was 

capable of going through with it and then she visualized Ralph's 

pathetic face and how much he wanted this and she just didn't know.



	She heard Howard say to her. "Hi, just thought I'd see if you 

needed any help in the kitchen."



	"No thanks Howard I'm fine." She answered not turning 

around, afraid he would be able to read the disgust she felt in her face.



	"You sure?" He replied. "Ralph told me it would be all right

if I helped out in the kitchen."



	"I'm sure. Everything is under control." Her voice held just a

tinge of fright in it. "Why don't you go out in the living room and keep

Ralph company."



	"Ralph would rather be alone right now." He said as he 

stepped toward her. "Hell, he sent me into the kitchen."



	Beverly felt Howard place his hands onto her bare shoulders, 

then his hot breath on her left ear as he whispered. "Ralph also told 

me you would be extra nice to me Beverly. Your being nice could 

really brighten his futures outlook." Then he pressed his lips press 

tightly against the nape of her neck and she felt the friction of cloth on 

her skin as he slipped down the straps of her dress off her shoulders.  



	Beverly remained as petrified, still griping the salad fork and 

spoon in her hands. Her first reaction was to twist away freeing herself

from the animal behind her, but then remembering how frightened her

husband was of losing his job and she forced herself to remain calm and 

attempted to push the thoughts of what was happening from her mind.



	It became much more difficult for her to remain passive when

she felt the zipper on the back of her dress being drawn downward and

her dress top lowered exposing her breasts from confinement.



	Howard reached around Beverly's body taking her breasts into 

his hands. "Oh God!" He whispered while he kneaded the soft flesh 

and gingerly pinched her nipples. "Oh God!!" He whispered again. 

"You really do have nice tits Beverly. Really nice tits. I always 

knew they'd be hard and firm like this."



	Beverly felt a tear roll down her cheek and of all the silly 

things for her to be thinking she wondered if her mascara were 

running. 



	Howard continued feeling her breasts paying particular 

attention to her nipples as they involuntarily stiffened between his 

fingers. 



	The reality of the situation became a little clearer when she

felt his erection pressing against the small of her back and her mind

yelled for her to stop what was happening, But before she could react 

he said, "Remember when I told you someday you'd be more than 

willing to show me your tits? Well, today's the day Beverly. Turn 

around and show me your tits." She felt humiliated and her legs 

wouldn't move, then she felt Howard help her turn around and  she 

saw him looking down unable to remove his eyes from her exposed orbs. 



	She made a slight movement to her left thinking to get away 

and Howard tightened his grip on her shoulders, then lifting his eyes 

from her breasts to her face he calmly said. "I don't think that's what 

Ralph would want. Do you?"



	His words stopped her in her tracks. She knew that wasn't

what Ralph would want, but she didn't know if she could go through

with this. She was struggling with the conflicting thoughts when

Howard said in a quite voice. "Well Beverly. Is that what Ralph would

want?" 



	"No." She answered in a submissive voice.



	"Good girl Beverly." Howard said. "You know, Ralph is 

really going to be proud of you. It's not every wife that will stand 

behind her man no matter what the situation." Then he bend down and 

took first her left then her right nipple into his mouth. Beverly did not 

hear the sounds made by the salad fork and spoon as they struck the 

linoleum flooring.



 	He lifted his head forcing his mouth down over her lips. His 

hands raced over her body, squeezing, fondling, stroking. His tongue 

flicked over her teeth, and both his hands came down to her buttocks, 

squeezing and kneading through the fabric of her dress. His tongue 

force itself past her teeth and entered her mouth frantically exploring 

every crevice.



	He lifted her up by the waist bundling her dress high on the 

small of her back then set her down on the counter top. He raising  the 

front of her dress up  around her waist and stuffed as much of the 

material behind her as he could.



	Beverly had become momentarily brain numb but the cold

surface of the counter on her bottom revived some of the gray matter,

and she looked down realizing she was seated with her dress hiked up

behind her back completely exposing her black silk underwear and 

black lace garter belt with attached black nylon stockings. As she 

stared she tried to pretend that all the private things she was looking at 

belonged to someone else, but glancing up and seeing the hungry look 

on Howard's face as he stared between her legs she knew it was her 

private areas he was looking at.



	Beverly continually reminded herself she was doing this for 

her husband. She was doing this for Ralph. Without that reminder she 

felt she would surely go mad. She also told herself she had probably 

allowed things to go to far now anyway, Howard just might beat her if 

needed to get what he wanted, if the hunger in his eyes meant 

anything.



	She clamped her eyes tightly together when she felt Howard's

fingers grip the edge of her panties, then she experienced a wave of

nausea when he said. "There's something I've been curious about  

Beverly. Something I've wanted to know from the very first time I saw 

you Bev," and he pulled her panties to one side looking down at her 

womanhood. "Um! Yes, I knew it. You are a real blonde!" 

 

	She opened her eyes and became momentarily frightened 

when he reached over and retrieved the knife she had been using to 

slice lattice then positioned it between her legs. The close proximity of 

the knife to her skin kept her from moving but fearfully she said. 

"How....Howard..."



	Howard looked up and saw the fear expressed in her eyes.

"Beverly, Beverly." He said. "You don't think I would cut anything on

this beautiful body of yours do you? I just want to get theses out of the

way." and he yanked on her panties. Making certain to be careful he 

used the knife to cut across the crotch and waist band of her panties

then pulled them away from her body.



	"Spread you legs Beverly. I want to see all of you."  She didn't 

react immediately all of a sudden feeling so exposed, so he gently 

applied pressure to both her knees pulling her thighs apart. He moved 

his hand to her mound feeling the soft blonde pubic hairs slip through 

his fingers, then using his left hand to spread her pussy lips he slowly 

pushed two of his fingers into her opening. "Oh God! What a pussy. 

What a tight fucking snatch you've got Beverly." He said to her as he 

pushed his fingers in and out of her sex hole finger fucking her.



	Beverly felt completely degraded. Her legs were spread wide 

apart and this pig, this vile person she couldn't even stand had his 

fingers inside of her most personal and private place, feeling him 

pushing in and out, in and out, along with the humiliation of being 

forced to listen to him telling her how tight and wonderful she was

took her over the edge of caring about anything other than making

him stop. She was just at the point of push him away when he slid his 

fingers out of her vagina, then between very heavy breaths he said, 

"Oh.....Oh shit! I gotta...I gotta stop. I gotta stop now ....or....I'll come 

in my pants." 



	With one frantic movement he lifted her off the counter 

and stood her onto the floor. "Oh Baby!....Oh Baby... You've got me 

so fucking hard! I can't stand it..... My cock feels like it's going to

explode. Here...do me! Do me... quick!" He unzipped his pants 

quickly pushing them and his underwear down around his ankles.



	Beverly looked down at his ragging hard on and almost lost 

her stomach. She had to swallowed a small amount of bile that had 

come up.



	 His cock stood jutting out from under his protruding belly 

like some appendage with a life of its own. Under it hung a pair of 

huge hairy balls looking like some grotesque wasps nest. She didn't 

know if he was exceptionally large or not having seen very many

cocks, but he certainly looked much larger than her husband.



	 He was frantic and pushed down heavily on her shoulders 

with both his hands. "Hurry....Hurry! Get down!" He ordered, and she 

knew he wanted her to take him into her mouth. 

	

	As he push downward Beverly resisted but he pushed on her 

shoulders even harder, now putting his weight into it and Beverly's 

knees buckled and she found herself kneeling directly in front of his 

throbbing shaft.



	Without a moments hesitation he pressed the swollen rod 

against her lips. "Hurry! Suck it!" He said  placing his hands behind

her head drawing her toward him.



	There was little Beverly could do other than open her 

mouth and take him in. 



	Beverly was not the type of woman that overly enjoyed oral 

sex and reserved giving her husband a blow job for rare and special 

occasions, and had only done him a few times through out their whole 

marriage, yet here she was kneeling before a pig of a man feeling the 

bloated head of his tool contact the back of her tongue and tasting his 

pre-cum as it dribbled out of his cock's hole. 



	Suddenly her head was snapped backward violently when in 

his heated passion he drove his hips forward filling her mouth with his 

hot meat, then he started fucking her mouth hard and fast.



     	"Ohoo.. Gooddd..I never really thought I'd have your sweet 

mouth wrapped around my cock...Ohooo Beverly.... Oh Goodd..." He 

pulled her head back hard by the hair, leaned forward, and thrust his cock 

down into her throat.

  

    	Beverly felt the involuntary gag response when his prick 

passed beyond her larynx, then she began to struggle and thrash about

because he was so deep inside her his member had cut off her air 

supply. Even in her panic Beverly could actually feel her throat 

bulge outward as Howard's thick cock entered it. He pushed down 

harder until her face was crushed up against his hairy groin then he 

backed off freeing her air passage.



	In quick sharp breaths Beverly took in air from the corners of

her mouth not occupied by his hot meat which he continued to pound 

in and out of her mouth while holding the back of her head with his 

hands.

     	

 	Beverly was not subjected to his thrusting for very long, It 

took him less than a minuet and she heard his cry's of orgasm then 

almost immediately tasted his hot cum as it splashed over the roof of her 

mouth. "Swallow it!" he yelled between groans of pleasure. "I don't 

want any of it to get on your dress!" Beverly had never allowed Ralph 

to cum in her mouth, but she swallowed as he demanded, allowing 

his liquid lust to slide down her throat as he continued to fill her mouth 

with the vile fluid from his balls forcing her to swallow twice more.



	He finally finished and mercifully removed his softening cock 

from her mouth. He looked down at her. "Oh Beverly.... I've got to say, 

I've never been sucked off quite so good. I've never come so fast or so 

hard. You really are a hot bitch Bev. Here you missed some." He leaned 

down and used his finger to scrape some of his jissum off her cheek, 

then he pushed the finger into her mouth, brushing her teeth with it. He 

lifted her onto her feet, then reaching under her dress he felt between her 

legs rubbing around her mound and opening. "Did that get you all wet for 

me Bev? We're going to save this hole for later on. After dinner, you know 

as a little desert."



	In the living room Roger paced back and forth in front of the 

kitchen door. He just couldn't bring himself to look inside to see what 

was happening. He had became a little concerned at not having heard 

anything for such a long time, but he still couldn't force himself to 

look inside. Then he heard what sounded like Howard moaning and he 

couldn't stand it any longer and quietly pushed the kitchen door about 

an inch. 



	What he saw tore at his insides, his beautiful wife Beverly 

was down on her knees, her bared breasts pounding on her chest as 

Howard savagely drove his stiff shaft forward and back inside her 

mouth while holding her head ridged between his hands.



	When Howard yelled. "Swallow it!" Ralph almost burst into 

the room but he couldn't seem to get his legs to work and was forced to 

remain as nothing more than an eye witness as Howard's cock started 

to buck and his orgasm unloaded his balls into his dear wife's mouth.



	Some feeling returned to Ralph's leg's and he turned and ran 

to the wet bar quickly pouring himself a double scotch. He downed it in 

one gulp then immediately poured himself another and downed it just 

as quickly,  just then Howard entered the room and said to Ralph. 

"How about fixing me of those while your over there? All that work in 

the kitchen got me real dry."



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CHAPTER 5- Look who we're having for desert?



	It took Beverly several minutes to compose herself. She hadn't

imagined any man could degrade a woman as much as Howard had 

degraded her. He hadn't even wanted her to give him a blow job, he 

had just savagely fucked her in the mouth to the point of plunging 

completely down her throat. 



	She had learned one thing from the experience however, she

had become absolutely terrified of Howard Robertson. So terrified in 

fact, in spite of everything that had occurred she would see to it that 

Howard got his dinner, afraid of what he might do if he didn't get it.



	She readjusted her dress covering her breasts and zipping up, 

but there was little she could do about her underwear other that throw 

them into the trash, then she finished the salad and took the lamb out 

of the oven.



	By the time dinner was ready both Ralph and Howard were 

well on their way to being  completely drunk, Ralph even more so 

than Howard. Ralph sat at one end of the table and Beverly sat at the 

other. Howard had insisted on sitting closer to Beverly than to Ralph. 

Howard's appetite was not diminished after his rape of Beverly's 

mouth or the somber mood displayed by his dinner host's. Neither 

Beverly nor Ralph had much of an appetite.



	Beverly watched disgustingly as Howard nonchalantly stuffed 

himself. "Ummm.... This is great Beverly." Howard told her between 

bites. "You don't seem to have much of an appetite....Oh yeah. I 

forgot.. ...you ate in the kitchen. That must have filled you up." then 

she felt his hand slip under her dress fondling between her legs.



	"Well time for desert. Ralph you just sit there and watch. It'll 

be more fun that way."



	He stood up and motioned Beverly to do the same. After she 

was on her feet he said. "Take off your dress Bev. I want to get a good look 

at you."



	Beverly looked toward her husband for help, but all she saw 

was drunken self pity in his eyes and she pulled her dress up over her 

head dropping it to the floor. She stood completely nude with the 

exception of her garter belt, stockings and high heels. 



	"Oh yeah! Beverly!" Howard commented. "Turn around 

honey, let me get a peek at that sweet little ass of yours." Beverly 

turned thankful if for nothing else but for the moment not to have to 

look at either of the men. 



	"Nice! Oh yeah.. real nice! God! I can't stand it any longer. 

I've got to stick my cock inside that hot little hole of yours. I don't 

mind telling you, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, this is like a 

dream come true. Get over here and undress me so I can slide into that 

blonde snatch." He waved his finger at Beverly.



	Beverly once again looked toward her husband for relief. 

Surely he would put a stop to this horror now. "Ralph....." she pleaded

But he wasn't even looking toward her. His head was turned away starring 

off into space.



	Howard stepped forward took Beverly hands and placed them 

on his chest. "Hurry up sweetness. Get my clothes off! I want you so 

fucking bad!" 



	Beverly's fingers felt numb and she struggled for several 

minutes with the buttons on Howard's shirt before she was able to pull 

the shirt off of his flabby shoulders. He helped her pull his tee shirt 

over his head but waited patiently while she unbuckled his belt and 

lowered the zipper on his trousers. She hesitated momentarily before 

pulling down his pants, not wanting to have to look at his thick 

pulsing manhood again. "Pull um down honey, I can't fuck you this 

way." He told her.



	Beverly gave a quick yank downward drawing both his 

trousers and underwear along his fleshy thighs and calves.



	Howard stepped out from his trousers and unceremoniously

kicked them aside with his right foot. Beverly looked at the disgusting 

necked man that stood in front of her. He was a large man covered 

with fleshy fat over his arms and legs. His stomach hung immense and 

flabby, covering part of his pubic hairs. His upper legs were each, at 

least as thick as Beverly's waist, but the most revolting thing was his 

member, standing hard and stiff, pulsing grotesquely with each beat of 

his heart.



	He walked to the sofa and picked up a throw pillow. After 

walking back to where Beverly stood he dropped the pillow onto the 

carpet. "For your back." He told her. "Wouldn't want you to be 

uncomfortable. Lay down on your back and draw your knees up." He 

continued. Beverly looked toward Ralph again, but he had not moved. 



	Beverly laid down with the pillow positioned over the small 

of her back, then she drew her feet back toward her bottom. "Oh yes!" 

Howard said. "Now spread your legs apart and open that sweet flower 

of yours. This big bumble bee is going to pollinate your little bud."



	Beverly pushed her knees apart opening her womanhood to 

this vile man. "Oh! Mama!" He said dropping onto his knees and 

covering her body with his huge frame. 



	Beverly felt the head of his member pushing past her vaginal 

lips, and she turned her head to the side and began to cry. She wasn't 

lubricated and his thick shaft scraped painfully along her tender flesh 

as he penetrated deeper and deeper into her. His huge stomach felt 

sweaty and slimy on her skin making her flesh crawl. Then she felt 

his mouth suck in her right breast and his teeth gnawing on her 

nipple.



       With one final thrust he buried his shaft to the hilt inside of her 

bringing on another flash of pain, then he took on a rhythm sliding his 

cock forward and back. "You got yourself one tight bitch here Ralph. 

But she fucks like a log." Then her took Beverly's breast in one of his 

meaty hands and began to squeeze. "Come on cunt!" He said to 

Beverly. "Fuck me bitch! Don't just lay there like a stiff. Grind them 

hips into my cock. Give me a fucking ride. Work that fucking snatch!" 

He continued applying pressure to her breast until the pain forced her 

to drive her hips upward drawing his cock deeper into her. He released 

her breast but she continued the active hip action knowing if she 

stopped he would only hurt her again. "That's it! Yeah! That's better! 

Fuck me like the little whore you really are! Drive that pussy until by 

balls slap your bare ass!" Then he looked over his shoulder toward 

Ralph. "Hey Ralph! There must be a  bit of the slut in this wife of 

yours. She seems to like cock, well enough. She's all wet and slippery

now. Owooo... yeah..... pump it baby.... grind it....."





	Beverly felt dirty and humiliated, but she continued grinding 

her hips along the vile shaft that filled her. She wanted him to have an 

orgasm as quickly as possible and end the nightmare. She thrust 

upward taking on the rhythm he used fucking her. Natural boldly 

functions took over and lubricated the walls of he vagina relieving 

the pain of his penetration.



	He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I can feel you 

getting wet.....but if you don't have an orgasm before I dump my 

load in your pussy, I'll take you up the ass. But then maybe you like 

butt fucking. What do ya say? Wanta' take a quart of spunk in your

ass?"



	Beverly put everything she had into fucking him. She 

concentrated on Ralph fucking her....when that didn't work she 

pretended it was Richard Geer on top of her, plunging his hard cock in 

and out of pussy. 'Yes! Richard! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! That's it 

Richard fill me with cum. Give it to me! Give all of it to me! Don't 

waste a drop! Pump all of your cum into me!' She thought, her mind 

racing forward driving out all conscience thought of what was actually 

taking place and she felt the start of the volcanic eruption that 

exploded in her mind sending wave after wave of hot erotic orgasmic 

lava throughout her body.



	She thrust her hips upward, grinding against Richard's cock, 

she wanted more of him inside of her. She needed all of him inside of 

her. She wanted to feel his hot shaft deep inside her stomach and she 

was unable to hold back the moan of pleasure the escaped her lips. 

"Aaaaaaa...... Fuckkkkkk...... Ohooooo...." Then she heard Richard 

cry. "Aaaaaa!.... Yeah..... I'm coming baby. Here's my hot  load...... 

Ohooooo....." and she felt his hot sperm splash deep inside her 

cavity.



	Her orgasm ended and she looked up at the horror of Howard

filling her with his sex fluids. Howard thrust into her several more 

times until his balls were empty then he collapsed his huge bulk on top 

of her making even taking a breath difficult under his extreme weight. 



	Beverly pounded on his ribs with her fists until her rolled off 

of her.



	He stood up then reached down pulling Beverly onto her 

knees by her hair. "Suck me clean Bev. Come on babe" He said holding 

his soft cock between his fingers.



	Beverly feeling completely dominated opened her mouth and 

wrapped it around his cum slick rod. She slid her lips forward until his 

pubic hairs scraped her upper lip and his overhanging stomach pressed 

against he forehead.



	She sucked him in and out of her mouth several times tasting

herself as well as him until his cock glistened from her spit alone.



	"Your one hell of a piece of ass Beverly." He told her as he 

dressed himself. "Your every bit as good as I had have hoped for, that 

was one hell of an orgasm you had. I feel a lot better having got you 

off too." Then he looked toward Ralph. "Hey Ralph. See ya in the 

office tomorrow. I don't think you'll need to worry too much about 

your job for a while, and if things get tight again just invite me over for 

dinner."



	Howard walked to the front door then turned before leaving. 

"And Ralph. If Beverly isn't too tired.... have her give you a blow job. 

She can suck with the best of them. Good night, great dinner." With 

that he closed the door behind him.



	Beverly slowly stood up then walked around to face her 

husband. His face was streaked with tears and he remained starring at 

nothing in particular.



	As Howard started the car his mind raced to tomorrow night. 

James Lake, the other marketing staff member, who's wife was almost 

as good looking as Ralph's had invited him over for dinner.



	He could hardly wait.......



END