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