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Her Husband's Boss (MF, wife)
Originally published by TheEditor



                            Chapter 1

     Maxwell Alexander eased back in his plush desk chair and swung around
toward the massive grey-tinted window behind him.  Only two weeks ago, he
had been able to gaze down unblinkingly through the golden May sunlight to
the traffic-clogged Los Angeles intersection five stories below, but
summer had come scorching in on the heels of spring and now the air
shimmered with heat and a hazy blinding glare.  The sky seemed to drop
down suddenly thick with smog, like a stifling shroud over the sprawling
city.  The newspapers had been reporting that the level of air pollution
was critical and had already reached the danger point twice during the
past week.  As usual, the papers had blamed it on the complexes of heavy
industry that surrounded the city and editorial writers were crying out
for more stringent anti-pollution measures.
     With an impatient snort, Max turned his chair back around toward his
broad mahogany desk and picked up the latest copy of New World Steel,
Alexander Steel Company's bi-weekly magazine.  He grinned perniciously at
the striking cover photograph that met his gaze---a shapely, long-legged
blonde sunbathing next to a sparkling bright blue river with a few
gleaming white smoke-stacks rising over the trees in the background,
gently puffing out pale balls of smoke into the unsullied sky.  The
caption read: "Pollution---What's All the Fuss About?"  Even though the
picture had been taken months ago, it still amused him to think of how he
had been keen enough to take advantage of a steelworkers' strike to scrub
down those smoke-stacks and then burn tons of newsprint in the huge
furnaces to produce that innocent-looking white smoke.
     The "clear blue stream" had been a bit more of a problem, considering
the sulfurous waste that was being constantly dumped into the river by the
steel mill, but, just as the photographer had said, "There's nothing you
can't do with the right camera filters, and good equipment."  Sure, it had
been expensive and time-consuming, but hell, he thought smugly, it was
well worth it.  It was exactly this kind of clever, creative thinking that
kept him in his position as president, and major stockholder, of Alexander
Steel, the booming company that his uncle Morton Alexander had founded.
     Yes, he mused proudly as he chewed off the end of one of his
expensive Havana cigars, he deserved every damned Wing he had ever got.
After all, it had taken him years to reach his present position, and by
God, he had had to scheme and connive, in ways that few people could
really appreciate, to gain control of this industrial empire.  In a rare
moment of humility, he found himself thanking the gods of fate that he had
become so thoroughly successful, had become a man who was wealthy and
powerful enough to avoid the unpleasantness of the smoggy Los Angeles
summer by remaining safely ensconced in the comfort of his lavishly-
decorated, air-conditioned office.
     Puffing reflectively on the lighted cigar, he flipped through the
glossy magazine to the pages that outlined Alexander Steel's profits for
the last fiscal quarter.  Though he knew every figure by heart, he could
not help but let out a low, satisfied chuckle at the sight of the marked
increases in orders and profits that would make him and the other
stockholders many millions of dollars richer this year.  In the ten years
that Max had worked under his aging uncle, Morton Alexander, he had
learned the business well, so well that the old man had had almost no
choice but to promote his enterprising nephew up to a vice-presidency, the
position of power from which Max had gradually taken complete control of
the company.  That had been almost five years ago, Max recalled
nostalgically, and the promotion had been Uncle Morton's single grave
mistake in an otherwise brilliant business career.
     Max never tired of remembering the details of his relentless climb to
power and wealth.  Because of his nephew's extraordinary business sense,
the usually shrewd old uncle had tended to ignore Max's occasional
unscrupulousness and the new vice-president's obvious impatience with
ideas that ran contrary to his own.  Max had a tendency to interpret
everything around him in terms of dollars and cents in his own pocket,
which after all, the old man thought, might be a good thing from a
stockholder's standpoint.  At first, the younger man's trenchant
greediness about business matters had disturbed Uncle Morton a little, and
the aging steel magnate would be tense and shrill after a few hours around
him.  But gradually, Morton Alexander learned to relax around his eager
nephew and had come to regard the young man's impatience and demands as
nothing more than healthy ambition.
     Cautiously, and then with less care, the uncle had started to accept
Max's advice on crucial new issues concerning important company policies
and had eventually entrusted him with the handling of entire projects
without feeling the necessity to oversee them or examine the end results
of his power-hungry nephew's administrative efforts.  Ultimately, with a
great surge of confidence that Max would be able to work even more
effectively with additional responsibility, the old chief executive had
brushed aside the violent protests of the other board members and had seen
to it that his ambitious junior relative was elevated to a full vice-
presidency.
     That had been the beginning of the end for Uncle Morton.  He had sown
the seeds of his own downfall as the reigning head of Alexander Steel
Company.
     It had been only a matter of time until, little by little, Max had
thoroughly usurped his uncle's power and had phased the older man out of
the company altogether with only a comfortable token pension and a
relatively insignificant vote as a minor stockholder.  The other
executives who had been troublemakers in Max's eyes---the ones who had been
foolish enough to show any opposition to his ruthless rose to the
presidency and full command of the company---had been forced into either
complete administrative slavery or dishonorable resignation with a bare
minimum of compensation for their years of service with Alexander Steel.
One by one, the vacant posts had been filled with fresh personnel that the
new dictator had screened personally---a staff of people who filled all the
necessary qualifications and were willing to accept low starting salaries
with promises of handsome incomes in the future if they somehow managed to
meet his high expectations of them in their various fields.  No one had
been able to stop Max from having his way as the president of the big
corporation, and he knew that there was not a single employee who could
justifiably criticize his effectiveness as a businessman---if one of them
should even dare to think of criticizing him.  As merciless and
underhanded as he often was with other rival companies, and sometimes with
his own customers, he had built Alexander Steel's quarterly profits up to
all-time record highs.  And even more impressive at least as far as the
employees were concerned, he had introduced incentive programs through
which everyone, from an ordinary laborer to a vice-president, could earn
attractive bonuses if they were able to fulfill the production and sales
quotas that he had posted on bulletin boards as being "Normal Standards,"
but which veterans of the industry considered beyond the capabilities of
the huge plant as well as beyond the range of the available market.
Nevertheless, sales and production continued to soar and, occasionally,
much to the surprise of the company skeptics, Max's secretaries posted
bonus lists throughout the plant.
     In short, Max Alexander was an undeniable success in the world of
business and, moreover, he enjoyed his position far too much to feel the
smallest pang of remorse for anything he had had to do to become what he
was.  To the contrary, he often found himself almost wishing that he had
not gained the pinnacle of his career quite so rapidly and completely ...
that there was still some challenge left in his life.  Ironically, Max's
knack for organization had made the company operate so efficiently that
there was little for him to do now but count up the profits and amuse
himself with an occasional new project---such as New World Steel, the
company magazine that now lay before him on the desk.
     The magazine, which had started out as a half-hearted effort to keep
up with production trends started by other large companies, had become
Max's pride and joy, an attractive, glossy testament to the success of
Alexander Steel ... and it's president!  The ruggedly handsome middle-aged
executive thumbed proudly through the smart little publication, nodding in
pleased agreement with everything that his young editor Henry Cummings,
had included so far.  It had taken Max a good while to clear all the fancy
intellectual notions out of the recent college graduate's head, but
finally he had trained the boy satisfactorily.
     The magazine was exactly as Max wanted it now, packed with colorful
photographs of new plants and operations as well as busty, well-shaped
girls to keep the stockholders interested in the meat of the articles.
Yes, young Cummings was certainly coming along and, if he continued to
remember who was buttering his bread, the boy might possibly have a
brilliant future at Alexander Steel.
     Max turned another page of the publication and suddenly the
expression of smug-faced complacency began to fade from his craggy
features.  Below the thick mass of greying brown hair, the fifty-three
year-old executive's face darkened and his broad chest began to heave
beneath his expensively-tailored shirt and suit jacket until his
appearance was that of a lion on the verge of roaring out its fury.  On
the desk before him the magazine lay open at its last page, the headline
of which read: "A Message from Max" ...
     "Goddammit, Cummings, where's my picture?" the enraged bull-like man
bellowed out in his spacious office.  "How in the hell could you forget
that?"
     Then, remembering that the palatial office had been thoroughly
soundproofed as a result of his own orders, and that no one but he could
hear his indignant fury, he rose quickly from his chair and leaned over
the highly-polished expanse of desk to jab impatiently at the buzzer that
signaled his receptionist in the next room.  His tall, still-muscular
frame seemed even more ominous than usual as he bent over the call-box,
punching his forefinger brutally down on the button until a red light
suddenly lit up on the console.
     "Yes---yes, Mr. Alexander," a nervous female voice finally chimed in
from the speaker on the machine.  "I-I was just away from my desk for a
minute ..."
     The girl's obvious terror pleased Max in his sour mood and he found
himself smiling evilly as he roared back in to the speaker, "You're damned
right you did, blondie!  And tell your friends at the water-cooler to
break up the tea party and get back to work right away!"
     "Oh, yes, sir," she squeaked timidly.  Max grinned to himself
sadistically as he imagined his deliciously built ash-blonde receptionist
cowering at her desk, making frantic gestures to his small battalion of
secretaries that they should return to work immediately.  He required a
fairly large number of girls in his personal secretarial staff because
some of them were dead weight and had been hired solely for their looks.
Well, what the hell, he thought defensively, what was the good of being
president if he could not indulge himself in a few harmless amusements at
the company's expense.
     "Uh, Mr. Alexander, sir," the timid female voice from the speaker
broke in again, intruding on his thoughts.  "Did you want me for anything
else, sir?"
     His fury of a moment ago renewing, Max was just about to instruct the
girl to summon Henry Cummings to his office when his wandering gaze fell
on the page opposite his own "message" in the magazine.  Almost against
his will, he stared feverishly at the page headed "New Products" and at
the picture of a buxom, round-hipped brunette girl seductively caressing a
huge roll of glistening heavy-duty steel wire, one of Alexander Steel's
newest lines.  Though he tried to maintain his waning anger at the young
editor, Max could not help but appreciate Henry Cummings' unerring taste
in female flesh.  Max wondered for a long moment if the magazine editor
interviewed his models personally.  Christ, the very idea of all those
gorgeous young women clustered in Henry's tiny office, like a whole
gardenful of flowers just waiting to be plucked by any man with balls
enough to do it, made the steel magnate leer licentiously.  It was no
wonder that Henry sometimes forgot a thing as simple as including the
boss's picture with his address to the stockholders, Max mused with a
chuckle.  Hell, the poor kid probably had had a hard time managing to
think straight all the time.
     "Did you say something, Mr. Alexander?" the receptionist asked at the
sound of her employer's muffled laughter over the intercom.  Max sat there
in silence, continuing to stare at the juicy female morsel in the
photograph, his temple beginning to pulse and throb.
     "Aw, hell, buzz Miss Stillson in her office and have her come in her
at once," Max finally ordered.  "And tell her to make it snappy."
     "Yes, sir," the receptionist's voice came back, a tone of frightened
obeisance causing her to squeak a little.  It was not two minutes after
the intercom had clicked off that a small door marked "Private" sprang
open on the far side of Max's office.
     "Honey, you know I'm right next door, you don't have to go through a
third party," a gorgeous raven-haired woman purred as she stepped into his
office, clad only in a revealing sea-green negligee fringed with almost
incongruous-seeming lace at the cuffs and down along the deep vee of the
neckline.  "I could hear you bullying that poor girl out there even over
the sounds of the baseball game on my radio."
     "Dammit, June, you're on my payroll as my public relations assistant,
and you really ought to be dressed by this time of the day," Max grumbled
with mock sterness as his glittering eyes hungrily scanned the generous,
sexy contours of June Stillson's nearly-naked body.  Although Maxwell
Alexander's ravishing dark-haired mistress was in her late thirties, her
provocative, voluptuous body was always enough to send his blood pressure
soaring, and now Max rapidly forgot the younger girls on the pages of the
company magazine.
     He added with a leering grin, "What if one of my secretaries came
into your office, baby?  Now what kind of public relations work would you
be doing in that kind of outfit?  Christ, June, who do you think you are?"
     "I'm just me, Max, and I'd be doing the same kind of work I always
do," she replied with a confident smile as she began to stroll casually
toward him, her full outward-curving hips swaying seductively beneath the
sheer fabric of her negligee.  "Don't worry, anyway, because I always keep
the door locked when I'm like this.  I just had a feeling you might want
to see me this afternoon, so I dressed for the occasion."
     Smiling at him cleverly, the statuesque beauty peeled the thin
garment slowly from her sensuous body and, dropping it to her feet, did a
small pirouette in the center of the spacious office before she walked
nakedly to his desk and leaned her smooth rounded buttocks back on the
hard wood edge, wriggling back along the top until she perched gracefully
in front of him.  Her deep amber eyes flickered smokily with suddenly-
ignited lust as she stared expectantly into Max's hard but handsome face.
     "By God, you really want it, don't you, baby?" Max growled excitedly
at the beautiful woman whose buttocks were already moving slowly in tiny
little circles of anticipation on the highly burnished wood surface of his
desk, a scant few inches from his leering face.  "You little whore, I'll
bet you don't think about anything but cock all day long."
     "Do ... do you want me to think about something else?" June asked
quietly, her sultry face suddenly changing to a clouded expression of
uncertainty and confusion.  "I always do anything you say, Max.  With
anyone."  In her anxiety, her golden-eyed gaze darted nervously around the
room.  "Do you have some business friends you want me to entertain now?  I
will, sweetheart.  I'll do anything for you.  I always have ... God,
without you ..."
     "That's right, baby, without me you'd be right back in the gutter
where I found you," Max chuckled cruelly, delighting in her obsequious
show of absolute dependence on him, whatever his whims.  That was the way
he liked his employees ... especially his women ... answering gratefully
to his every beck and call.  "But don't worry.  I think you're going to be
with me for a long, long time," he added expansively, "because we
understand each other, don't we?"
     Relief registered clearly in the handsome woman's facial features and
then, once again, desire kindled in her eyes.  "You bet, sweetheart," she
purred throatily and ran her slim fingertips lightly and teasingly down
the front of his white shirt until they rested inquisitively on the buckle
of his belt.  Her long thick eyelashes trembled excitedly as she asked in
a soft tremulous voice, "Do you have any ... public relations for me to
carry out today?"
     "No, but I've got some private relations for you," Max barked
harshly, suddenly impatient with the wastefulness of mere conversation.
He rose hastily from his overstuffed chair and began to pull at the
stubborn fastenings at the fly of his trousers.  "My big old cock has just
been waiting for the feel of your sweet lips around it, baby, and it
doesn't want to wait any longer."
     His lust-bright eyes fastened greedily on June's naked, tantalizing
body as he pulled down the zipper of his trousers and jerked free his
suddenly-hardening cock from the confinement of his undershorts.  The hot-
blooded brunette had been Max's live-in mistress ever since the high-
powered executive had become bored with a life of all business and damned
little pleasure, and he had discovered her one night where she worked as a
cocktail waitress in a flashy nightclub bar.  Though he had never claimed
to be faithful to the willing, uninhibited brunette, the sexual
electricity between them had never faded and now, as his appreciative eyes
played lewdly over the exciting curves and valleys of her lush body, he
felt ripples of hot desire rushing swiftly through the sensitive nerve-
ends of his skin.  His long, purple-veined penis jutted out of the opening
in his grey flannel trousers and began to rise stiffly up below his slight
paunch as he stood at the back of his desk staring down at his mistress's
white, cream-like contours, displayed nakedly before him.  His gaze rested
hotly on the sight of her plush, full breasts, the narrowest of valleys
running between the magnificent firmness of the twin globes.  His thick
heavy cock jerked higher as his eyes dropped lower to take in the milky,
voluptuous hips that led down to the delicious sweep of long slender legs.
Between the shapely, breath-taking thighs that draped enticingly over the
edge of the desk, Max could see clearly through the soft pubic hair
covering her ripe loins to the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit
glistening wetly in the afternoon light filtering through the tinted glass
window
     "Now, baby," he suddenly groaned, hoarse with mounting need.  "Come
over here and give me some of those sweet lips, the way I taught you."
     With a soft moan of pleasure, his naked mistress wiggled across the
desk, then leaned on one elbow until her beautiful face was poised
directly in front of him, within inches of his now hard, pulsing shaft of
flesh rising menacingly up from the unzipped front of his trousers.  Her
long, red-lacquered fingernails scratched lightly over the heavily-veined
surface of the rock-hard prick, causing it to jerk convulsively as the hot
air of her breath blew softly on it.  Max's breath quickened even more as
she began to expertly massage the massive cock, lovingly, up and down
until one glistening drop of pearly translucent fluid seeped out from the
broad, mushroom-shaped head.  She then moved her slender fingers down
lower to his sperm-bloated balls, cradling their softness in her palm.
Max groaned and gritted his teeth at her expertly tender ministrations of
his stiff cock and large drooping testicles.
     "Do you like it, sweetheart?" she asked coquettishly, fully aware of
the heated effect that her naked female body and the teasing touch of her
fingertips was having on him.  "Does it make you forget all about those
nasty business problems that always bother you?"
     "You know damn well I like it, bitch," Max growled, irritated by her
mention of the business annoyances that he was trying so hard to forget.
"Don't tease me, goddammit.  Just suck my cock!"
     Suddenly, he moaned and jerked his anxious loins forward
involuntarily as the delicious wet warmth of her parted lips closed over
the sensitive, blood-swollen glans of his penis.  He moaned louder and
reached down to tangle his fingers tightly in her dark wavy hair, guiding
the rhythm of her now-bobbing head below.
     God, how he had needed this!
     Max looked down to watch the beautiful woman's penis-filled face, her
soft lips stretched wide with the thickness of his aching cock buried at
least halfway up in her sucking mouth.  June sensed his increasing
excitement and began to suck harder, twirling her smooth red tongue
titillatingly around the moist stickiness of the bulbous head.  As he felt
the tips of her teeth digging gently into the rubbery, resisting skin, he
turned his head to gaze sideways into the huge mirror that filled the wall
beside his desk for a better view of his gorgeous, willing mistress's face
as his turgid, hard rod began to saw rhythmically in and out of the
brunette's wetly ovaled mouth.  Christ, just the sight alone was enough to
drive him insane, causing his loins to tense more and jerk up into her
laboring face until the reflected image he saw looked as though he were
ramming his long, hard prick more than halfway down her slender throat.
Practically all of his thick fleshy penis now seemed to disappear with
each new powerful thrust he made until finally only a short stretch of it
showed shining wet and white, protruding from her distended lips.  She was
gorged with his fiery blood-filled flesh, his pulsating length like a
savage creature with its own existence and needs that had taken control
over his body and mind.
     Jesus, he swore to himself, the bitch could really suck cock, as
though she had been born with one in her mouth and had learned to treat it
as part of herself.  Sure, he often desired other women---the younger and
more innocent the better---but he could always depend upon June to deliver
the kind of pure satisfaction he wanted ... like this ... and without any
bothersome preliminaries.
     June's experienced tongue worked with a nerve-tingling swipe of its
tip on each out-stroke and was making his cock-head throb and lurch as if
a live electric wire were being touched against it.  The impassioned
middle-aged steel executive was completely mesmerized by the lewd
spectacle in the mirror, watching the pink moist flesh of her tightly
compressed lips being focused on the labor of giving him this obscene
pleasure.  Her full, heavy breasts bobbed and swayed against her rocking
torso, and the very sight of it incited him to increasing heights of
brain-reeling passion.
     "Keep on, keep on sucking my cock," Max hissed through tightly
clenched teeth, wishing that all of his employees could give him as much
pleasure as this one, this mature, full-bodied woman.  Shit, if the editor
of the company magazine were a woman and not Henry Cummings, how he would
love to shove his stiff prick deep down in her throat, as far as he
humanly could, to teach her a lesson she would never forget, so that she
would never again forget to include the face of Maxwell Alexander in any
future issue.  The thought of the missing picture in New World Steel
filled him with a renewed momentary anger and he wound his hand brutally
in his mistress's soft brown hair, driving her face down viciously into
his thrusting loins.
     "Suck harder, suck faster, goddammit," he snarled down at the woman
slaving between his wide-spread, trembling legs.  Her ripe body was
beginning to gleam from the light beading of sweat forming on her ivory
skin, and he was gloating and enjoying the sight of her lying
subserviently on the desk, her lipstick-ovalled lips wrapped tightly
around the thick roundness of his stone-hard cock as he stood over her,
lunging his hips furiously into her lovely twisted face.
     He could feel a powerful pressure building relentlessly up to a fever
pitch in his painfully full balls, and he knew it would not be long now.
His huge cock felt like it was ready to explode and spew the hot creamy
sperm in his bloated testicles in all directions, everywhere in the room.
     He drove his pelvis heartlessly into her face, even more cruelly now,
and heard with delight the mumbled cry of protest that came from her as
his long hefty prick drubbed deeper and deeper into her tortured, warm wet
mouth, driving far down into her working throat.  But he heeded nothing in
his quest to end this exquisite agony, the ecstasy that was building,
building, building to the peak of spectacular relief in his burning loins
and within his balls.
     Suddenly he felt a great upheaval in his lust-swollen testicles as
the boiling white sperm began to race in a hot stream up the length of his
thrusting cock.  His own lips pulled back over his teeth in an ecstatic
grimace and he gasped hoarsely as though in excruciating pain.  His thick
fleshy penis began a sudden wild staccato jerking that, without warning,
flooded his beautiful mistress's hungrily sucking mouth with burst after
burst of heatedly sticky cum, ballooning her smooth cheeks outward with
each bullet-like spurt, so that she had to swallow quickly to keep from
choking, yet still mewling and crooning at his driving loins.
     "Don't stop, baby, suck it, suck it!" he rasped as he tightened his
hands in her tawny hair and convulsively slammed his pulsating cock
farther and farther into her lipsticked mouth and deep down into her
distended throat.  The naked woman obeyed and continued to suck insanely
as he shot his lewd sperm into her, filling her mouth, almost drowning
her, until at last he gave a shuddering sigh and pulled himself back and
out of her lips for one final thrust.  But he missed her still eagerly
sucking mouth by a fraction of an inch when he lunged forward again.  The
blunt inflamed head rammed against the side of her face by mistake,
leaving a long sticky trail of hot cum smeared lewdly along her upper lip
and her right cheek.  Undaunted, June twisted her head and maneuvered her
voracious mouth to seize the base of his hard-throbbing staff of flesh
between her teeth, like a dog with a stick.  Then, grasping his scrotum
with her fingers, she lifted her head to guide the glistening tip back
into the warmth of her open mouth, squeezing up on the cock with her
fingers to milk out and devour every last drop of the delicious white
fluid.
     Little by little, his sated penis deflated between her ovalled lips
and, at last, Max collapsed back into his chair in exhaustion, pulling his
prick from her lips with a wet little slurping sound that resounded wetly
in the stillness of the office.  A great sigh of relief escaped his lips,
and June lay back happily on the desk, a loving, contented smile spreading
across her beautiful, cum-smeared face.  She lay there for a few moments,
catching her breath, then sat up again on the edge of the desk.
     "That's something you can't get in a board meeting, isn't it, Max?"
the perspiring brunette asked with a proud little smirk, a sparkle of
female triumph in her brownish-yellow eyes.  Catching sight of the
magazine that lay crumpled beneath her rounded thigh, she picked it up and
added with a silly giggle, "Why don't you have Henry do a story on my
blowjobs, Max?  Think of the publicity you'd get!"
     At the sight of the copy of New World Steel, Max's face darkened and
he felt his irritation returning anew.  He knew that it was no use trying
to explain to June what that irresponsible punk, Henry Cummings, had done,
for she would only laugh and tell him he was being too sensitive.  Still,
though, it was his magazine and his company, and he had a good mind to
teach that young editor a lesson.  Perhaps June might have some ideas, he
mused inwardly.
     Just then, his angry thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of the
intercom.
     "What do you want?" he barked gruffly into the console, abruptly
motioning to June to get off his desk.
     "You have a visitor, sir," the receptionist's half-frightened voice
informed from the speaker.  "I wouldn't have bothered you, sir, but she
said it was personal and very important.  She says her name is Mrs.
Cummings---Mrs. Henry Cummings.  Isn't Henry Cummings the---?"
     "I know who he is, dammit," Max interrupted impatiently.  At the same
moment, however, a strange light of interest began to fill his crafty
eyes.  "Personal, is it?  Well, ask her to please wait for five minutes or
so, and then send her on in."
     The red light on the console blinked off and Max looked up to see
June standing before his desk, her hands placed defiantly on her full
hips, hurt glittering in her amber eyes.
     "Max, I don't try to tie you down, but after all, this is my
territory!" she angrily protested.  "Can't you take that girl somewhere
else?  I mean, after what we just did, that makes me feel awful!"
     Max chuckled at her words, then broke into laughter at the pain-
stricken expression that immediately came over her face.  "Oh, but baby,
you don't understand," he finally managed to say through his cruel mirth.
"I don't even know this broad, but I do have a little score to settle with
her husband," he added a bit more soberly, smoothing back his slightly
greying hair with the palm of one hand.
     Reaching across the desk, he gave June a quick reassuring pat on a
generously rounded buttock cheek, then turned his thirty-four-year-old
mistress around and shoved her gently toward the door through which she
had entered his office earlier.
     "Don't worry, baby," he consoled her jovially, "this is just
business.  If anything comes up, I'll make certain to call you in."
     June shot him a long, unbelieving glance and started across the room,
pausing only to pick up the flimsy negligee that she had dropped to the
carpet when she had first entered the office.  As Max watched the
provocative sway of her smooth, cream-like buttocks on crossing the room,
he felt a brief moment of regret that he had not had more time to spend
with this always-exciting woman.  She was so damned dependable.  But then,
just as quickly, he marshaled his thoughts back to matters of the
immediate moment.  He quickly zipped up his trousers, then, and sat back
down in his chair, beginning to speculate over what Mrs. Henry Cummings
could possibly want with him.  Whatever it was, Max was going to make
damned sure that that young editor, bright as he was, never forgot to put
the company president's photo in the magazine again.



                            Chapter 2

     "Mr. Alexander is engaged right now, Mrs. Cummings, but he'll be free
to see you in a few minutes, if you'll be kind enough to wait here."
     Lost in her own thoughts, Kathy Cummings was startled by the sound of
the blonde receptionist's voice, but after a moment, she murmured
absently, with embarrassment, "Oh yes, of course, I'll wait.  I know he's
a very busy man."
     By the time Henry Cummings' young wife had collected herself
sufficiently to speak, the pretty receptionist had already returned to her
desk and was answering one of the insistently buzzing lines on the
switchboard in front of her.  With a fleeting, nervous glance around the
spacious, modern waiting room, Kathy ascertained that, curiously, there
was no one else in line to see the president of Alexander Steel.  She
stiffened with irrational apprehension as she wondered again exactly what
she would say to the powerful mysterious man who was her husband's boss.
Now that she was here, sitting in the very building in which Henry worked,
the nervous young woman wondered if perhaps she had made a foolish mistake
by coming here.  For the flash of an instant, she was tempted to turn
right around and go back home again, to its relative safety, but the
mental image of her and Henry's home made her remember exactly why she had
come downtown today ... and why she would not go home until at least some
small step had been taken to set their marriage straight again.
     But what on earth would Mr. Alexander think when she attempted to
explain why she wanted to get a job, she wondered nervously.  How could
she ever make him understand that perhaps the very future of her marriage
with Henry depended upon whether or not she could really prove herself to
be a contributing, productive member of their marital partnership?
     Kathy shifted anxiously in her chair, picked up a magazine from a
nearby table, then quickly put it down again, deciding instead to make a
last-minute check of her makeup in a tiny mirror which she withdrew from
the expensive shoulder bag now on her lap.  It would not do, she knew, to
walk into Mr. Alexander's office with smudged lipstick or a grimy face
from the long bus ride she had made from their suburban home into the
industrial section of Los Angeles.
     It took Kathy but a minute to pat her long, shiny strawberry blonde
hair into perfect place and then apply just a touch more of pale beige
lipstick, adding a slightly more pinkish color to her already full,
sensuous lips.  The thin line of eye makeup around her wide brown eyes was
still perfect, though, and she knew from experience that, no matter how
determinedly she powdered her face, the light smattering of golden
freckles across her nose and part way down her cheeks would show through
anyway.  Even though she was almost twenty-two years old, those puckish
freckles gave her the appearance of a teen-aged tomboy, despite her
alluring curves, but she had learned to live with them over the years
consoling herself with the memory of Henry once having said that they were
"cute" and made her actually prettier.  Despite what was to her the
annoyance of the freckles, she could see in the little compact mirror that
she was indeed a very attractive young woman, the kind of young woman
whose sweet, almost childlike facial features were a direct contrast to
the delectable, curvaceous symmetry of her sensuous-looking body.  The
long, lucent swing of her shoulder length reddish-blonde hair tended to
sophisticate her pixyish beauty, so that she almost looked her age.
     Replacing the mirror in her handbag, the exquisite young wife shook
her golden hair ruefully.  It was disconcerting to look always so cherubic
and inexperienced, especially at times such as this afternoon, when she
was determined to impress Henry's formidable boss with her maturity and
potential efficiency---impress him enough to land a decent job.  With an
involuntary gesture of nervousness, she reached down to smooth out the
short skirt of her crisp, navy-blue cotton dress over her silky, suntanned
thighs, hoping that the prim little frock with its lace cuffs and collar
was proper and demure enough to help her in her plan.  It was the longest
dress she owned now, one left over from high school days, and yet it still
exposed a fairly daring expanse of shapely, sun-browned leg well above the
knee, and its slim figure-hugging design did little to hide the lush
contours of her body, the high-set, swelling breasts and firm, circular
buttocks that accentuated her tiny girlish waist to such good advantage.
Well, so what if she did look a little daring, she rationalized, it could
not hurt her chances for the job---though, God knows, it had not been doing
her much good in her own home.
     At the thought of her dismal home-life with Henry, her bright,
ambitious husband, the slight, satisfied smile that had begun to play
across her perfectly-formed lips faded away and her high, clear brow
wrinkled with anxiety.  In the six months since her marriage to Henry, the
beautiful strawberry blonde had been forced to arrive at the conclusion
that something was basically wrong with their relationship, something
serious, and until last night, she had been unable to put her finger on
precisely what it was.  Now she knew and the realization had spurred her
on to the desperate action she was taking today.  She would get a job and
show Henry once and for all, that she too had a mind, a mind probably just
as good as his, and that she was perfectly capable of making some
decisions concerning their marriage---even if she did occasionally make a
mistake.
     The mere memory of what had happened after dinner last night made
Kathy's heart race furiously and she felt the blood rushing to her pretty
face at the humiliating recollection of her own husband's cold, objective
lecture about her "irresponsible conduct" ... as though she were some sort
of capricious school child who needed to be rapped across her knuckles for
naughtiness.  All she had done was take advantage of a "once-in-a-lifetime
sale" on needed household goods in a local department store, considering
very carefully before she had bought the bathroom scale and ... well, an
electric blender.  They were things they should have and no doubt would
have bought sooner or later anyway, but Henry had acted as though her
decision had driven them to the verge of total bankruptcy.  The whole
thing was almost too silly to take seriously.  After all, Henry made more
than enough money to live on---and, really, who needed a bank account
anyway after less than a year of marriage?  Seriously, who did, she fumed
to herself, thinking with resentment of her husband's cautiousness.
     "Why do you always have to be such a grouch?"
     Kathy started at the sound of her own voice and, realizing that she
had spoken her thoughts aloud, looked furtively around the waiting room,
afraid that the receptionist or someone else might have overheard her
voiced complaint.  But the reception area was still deserted except for
the busy blonde at the desk, who was working the switchboard and writing
out messages, oblivious, it seemed, to Kathy's presence in the room.  Her
embarrassment quickly waned and was replaced by defiance again.  What if
someone had heard her, she angrily asked herself.  Perhaps, somehow
someone might have figured out who she was talking about and told Henry
what she had said about him.
     She hardly had the nerve to tell him anything and the fact that she
always became so intimidated in his presence made her madder than ever,
when she actually stopped to think about it in the light of their latest
disagreement.  All she ever said was, "Yes, darling,"  "No, darling,"
"I'm wrong again, darling," even when she knew perfectly well she was
right---at least part of the time!  Well, this time she was going to
surprise him, really shock him, and be right for a change.  As soon as she
had a job, they would have so much more money that they would be able to
afford a truly nice house as well as a healthy savings account ... and
maybe that would do something badly needed for their sadly disintegrating
sex-life.
     Kathy sat up straight in her chair and her hand flew to her cheek in
horror that she had even thought such a thing.  For a moment she wondered
at her own audacity at daring to even mentally criticize her own beloved
husband's judgment in matters which she knew so little about.  After all,
except for a few sessions of back-seat petting in college, she had been
virtually innocent when she had married Henry and he was the one male in
her life who had ever taken the time and trouble to be patient and teach
her what bit she knew about physical love.  At least he had in the
beginning.  But now that she was finally beginning to lose her fears, to
relax and truly enjoy the sensation of her husband's hard penis pistoning
in and out of her most secret place, instead of being frightened to death
as she had been when they were first married, Henry seemed to be losing
interest in her sexually.
     There, she was thinking the same thing again, the pretty blonde
realized with a sense of self-irritation, she had decided early in their
marriage that it did her no good at all to question Henry's judgment in
matters like this and yet ... and yet, there was obviously something
wrong.  Her chocolate-brown eyes clouded over with regret as she
remembered the nights, seemingly so long ago, when Henry would spend hours
coaxing her to do things that seemed so terrible, like actually touching
his hard, lustfully throbbing penis before he put it into her, and he had
always been right.  They never hurt her and Henry had always provided both
of them with a strange extra enjoyment.  That is, all except for the weird
things that he could never convince her to do, things that she had heard
about in school but did not really think normal people did.  Lately,
instead of talking about them, he became angry when she refused to let him
perform those perverse acts with her, and angrier still, when she refused
to do them to him.  It was not as though she had not tried sometimes.  God
knows, she always wanted to keep him happy and in love with her, but she
just couldn't force herself to go through with them, not and feel normal.
Even now, in the business-like atmosphere of Mr. Alexander's waiting room,
she felt herself quivering with revulsion at the memory of one night, not
long ago, when Henry had tried to push her head down under the sheets and
then the coldness with which he had treated her afterward, when she had
tearfully refused to obey him.  Why wasn't he more understanding, she
sadly wondered.  Why couldn't he realize that she had fears and doubts
just like anybody else?
     "Mrs. Cummings, Mr. Alexander will see you now."
     "Th-thank you," Kathy muttered as she rose automatically, flustered
by the sudden presence of the blonde receptionist a few feet in front of
her chair.  Though she knew it was silly, she could not help but be
embarrassed by the idea that she had been mulling over such personal
things, right there in the anteroom of Mr. Alexander's office.  Suppose
his receptionist had been able to tell what she had been thinking by the
look on her face?  It was ridiculous, she knew, and yet Kathy felt
relieved as she stepped into her husband's boss's office and heard the
door shut quietly behind her.



                            Chapter 3

     "How do you do, Mrs. Cummings," Maxwell Alexander greeted smoothly as
he rose courteously from his chair and extended his hand to the desirable,
fresh-faced young blonde, a wide charming grin on his face.  "It's
certainly a pleasant surprise to see---I mean, meet you this afternoon.
Now tell me, please, what can I do for you?"
     "Well, Mr. Alexander, it's a little complicated," Kathy admitted
slowly and rather shyly as she glanced covertly at the ruggedly handsome,
middle-aged man who had seated himself again after making certain that she
was comfortable in her own chair.  From Henry's occasional descriptions of
his boss's appearance and temperament, she had expected Mr. Alexander to
look like a little old wizened man and not at all the hearty, he-man-like
individual seated before her.  "You ... you are Mr. Alexander, aren't
you?"
     "Yes, the very same, my dear," he informed her with a broad chuckle.
Max's gaze intensified as he drank in the sight of Henry Cummings' young
wife's lush, girlish figure, the birth of a notion sparking in his
narrowing eyes.  God, what a juicy little bitch, he thought with salacious
delight.  Her long coppery-gold hair and big fluttery brown eyes were like
something out of one of his wildest fantasies and her body, hell, his
mouth was watering just looking at it.  It was sensationally ravishing, an
erotic dream, and he fully intended now to make that dream come true.
God, how had that punk Cummings ever managed to land a sexy dish like
this, he wondered in speculative astonishment.  Max's mind was already
working on the interesting possibilities of getting a devilish revenge
against his forgetful magazine editor as well as reaping the sexual fruit
of the fool's savory little wife.  He smiled suavely and murmured
suggestively, "Well, I'm sure I have enough time for a lovely young girl
like you.  Here, why don't you sit down over there, on the couch, where we
can be comfortable during our chat?"
     "Thank you, Mr. Alexander," Kathy replied in a soft but uncertain
voice as she rose and followed the important, older man to the plush black
leather couch that lined the span of almost one entire wall of the huge,
sumptuously decorated office.  Her thoughts reverted automatically back to
Henry's words about this man, his employer, that he was "a powerful,
dynamic leader of men," but all she could think of at the moment was how
Max Alexander's penetrating gaze threatened to bore right through her
clothes to her bare flesh when he stood for what seemed an eternity beside
the couch, above her.  She felt a cold shiver of apprehension course
through her, as though his piercing eyes were stripping her bare, and the
ever-fatherly, too-friendly, tone of voice he used with her made her feel
even more uncomfortable and worried.
     "It---it's very kind of you to see me without my having made an
appointment," she excused herself, carefully avoiding his eyes as she
settled herself more sedately on the sofa, struggling not to betray her
discomfort around him.
     "No, not at all," he reassured expansively.  He recognized the sudden
fear blazing clearly in the beautiful girl's brown eyes when she caught
him blatantly inspecting her stunning, voluptuous body and he realized
with lecherous delight that she was no doubt just as young and innocent as
she seemed to be.  Christ, what else should he expect, since she was
married to Cummings, he concluded sarcastically.  And that was all the
better for him, the boss, for what could be more fun than introducing this
perky-looking, hot little piece of exciting ass to a couple of things that
she could take home to show her husband?  He would make Maxwell Alexander
a name that her husband would remember for the rest of his life.  But
first, Max decided, he would have to make this sweet young bitch feel more
at home with him, not so touchy and afraid.  He could hardly wait to get
his eager hands and mouth on those ripe alluring curves of soft flesh and
bring her to a grand pitch of abandonment and ecstasy that would make her
beg, beg for what he had to give her---good hard cock!
     But she had to be ready, he reminded himself and for the time being
he would have to be content just to relish the youthful choiceness of her
tender, intoxicating body from a discreet distance.
     "Forgive me for staring at you, my dear," he said softly with the
same sly practiced sincerity that he used so often with the more difficult
members of his board of directors.  "I don't know quite how to say this,
but I certainly never expected Henry's wife to be so ... so attractive ...
and intelligent, too, I imagine."
     "Oh, thank you for being so kind, sir, but I'm just a plain housewife
and probably don't deserve so much praise," Kathy demurred, yet was
secretly pleased that the handsome mature man had immediately discerned
the very thing that she had been trying so hard to show Henry.  It was
rewarding to be flattered so generously and the conversation was going so
easily that she could not resist the temptation to get directly to the
point.  "Most men don't think a mere wife needs any brains to function,
but I'd like to show Henry that that's not really true."
     "Oh, that's too bad.  I didn't know you two were having any trouble.
I'm afraid I can't understand how any man could possibly underestimate a
charming woman like you.  You can tell me about it, if you want to ...
And please, call me Max," he said good-naturedly, tilting his face
downwards to conceal the little smile of triumph that was twitching at the
corners of his mouth.  Holy Christ, he had already found the key to this
gorgeous girl's emotions---on his very first attempt---not to mention what
was surely the way into her pants!  There was no doubt about it, Henry
Cummings did not know how to handle his tasty young wife, but, by God, he,
Max Alexander, certainly did ... more than she knew ... and he would keep
on understanding her so well that she would still be thanking him for his
kindness when he gained control of her luscious body.  "Now, would you
like to have a bit of refreshment with me?"
     "Well, I ..." Kathy blushed faintly as she tried to make up her mind
about the wisdom of accepting a drink with Henry's boss.
     "Oh, come on, we can talk more easily if we're relaxed," Max
encouraged, a sudden flash of inspiration triggering his scheming mind on
to fresh designs.
     "Umm, well, yes, I guess I'd like a small one," she heard herself
say, even though she had never imagined that she would become friendly so
quickly with her husband's employer.  Though it was already well into the
afternoon and Henry would be getting off work in a few hours, the
delicious strawberry-blonde decided courageously that it could not hurt to
talk with this obviously warm-hearted man for a while longer.  After all,
he had immediately understood her predicament, the kind of problem she was
having in her marriage, and she definitely needed someone to commiserate
with her anyway.  Besides, she was almost positive now that she would get
the job whenever she worked up the necessary bravery to ask for it.  It
would be nice to become friends with her future employer---perhaps even
convenient.  "Uh, Max," she began hesitantly, using his first name for the
first time as she watched the tall, brawny man walk quickly toward a
Chinese lacquered cabinet on the other side of the commodious office,
"please don't make mine too strong.  I ... I haven't had much experience
at drinking."
     "Don't worry yourself, because I'm just going to give you a bit of
rare French liqueur.  It's special, some stuff I had imported," Max
assured her, still grinning.
     And you, my dear, are going to find out just how special it is in a
few minutes, Max chortled to himself with a vulgar grin as he withdrew a
crystal decanter from an ornate liquor chest in the corner of the room.
As he reached inside for two cordial glasses, the gloating executive
peered surreptitiously over his shoulder, slyly feasting his eyes on
Kathy's exciting, sensual body like some sort of monarch about to enjoy a
ritual sacrifice.  He could barely wait to see the effect this drink would
have on her, to watch her, to watch her sweet, innocent face when she
first began to feel the effects of the potent aphrodisiac on her nervous
system.  This licorice-flavored liqueur was generously spiked with
absinthe and Max knew from his own lewd experience that there was not a
single woman in the world who could successfully resist its legendary
lust-producing powers.  He poured an ample portion of the liquid in the
glass he planned to give Kathy and then measured out an equally large dose
for himself, just in case he might need a bit of extra stimulation after
his delightful session with June earlier that afternoon.  But he doubted
he would need it, not with such a fresh, naturally-arousing young morsel
of female flesh such as Kathy around.  Hell, he could already feel his
prick beginning to jump impatiently in his trousers, just at the idea of
ramming it in someone as young and magnificently formed as Kathy Cummings
appeared to be.  The fact that she was married to that intellectual kid,
Henry Cummings, who had slighted him so rudely in his own company's
magazine, made the prospect all the more pleasing to think of.
     Actually, he was not even really interested in his revenge anymore,
Max decided with a feeling of irony, as he turned from the liquor cabinet
and walked back briskly toward the opulent leather couch.  Seducing young
Cummings' pretty wife had been merely an intriguing idea at first but now
he was much more excited by the nearness and fragrant scent of the naive,
full-breasted girl seated on the couch before him.  He had fucked a lot of
women in his life but seldom did a man find an opportunity to get his
hands on anything as sweet and fuckable as the thrilling, tawny-haired
young housewife who was now smiling up at him gratefully as he handed her
the brimming glass of aphrodisiac he had poured and she unsuspectingly
accepted.  The beautiful Mrs. Cummings might even try to play hard-to-get,
at least at first, and that would make it all the more fun, watching her
being slowly subjugated despite all the moral values and idiotic
principles that she had obviously built up into a kind of fortress during
the relatively short span of her life.  Seeing  them all crumble in one
cataclysmic fall, when he rammed his stiff cock deep between her soon-to-
be wide-spread legs, would be a pleasure that was well worth working for
and one that should not be bought too easily.  It might cost him a pretty
penny to purchase a rare aphrodisiac like this, and to maintain an office
as impressive as this one, but that was a cheap price to pay for the
ultimate thrill of that one final irreparable lunge of his penis into a
tight, obviously little-used pussy like hers.
     Max pictured the almost angelic-faced blonde lying flat on her back
with her long, splendid legs pried wide apart and just the thought of the
helpless mewling grunts of pleasure he would force from her soft, pink
lips goaded his limp prick into aching hardness inside his trousers, so
that he was obliged to sit down hurriedly beside her before the throbbing
bulge betrayed his true intentions.
     "Oh, I really do like this drink," Kathy beamed with a smile of
surprise after she had lifted her glass and taken a small experimental
sip.  It tasted like liquid licorice and went down very smoothly, like
velvet.  She lifted her glass again and took a longer sip, relishing the
satiny sweetness.
     "Now isn't that better, my dear?  Drink up," Max chuckled, smirking
to himself as he raised his own glass and drained it with one great gulp.
He watched the innocent wife finish off the contents of her glass and had
to resist the temptation to pour them each a second portion.  But he knew
he had to be careful.  After all, the little lady would be going home to
her husband that evening and Max found himself wondering sardonically if
the forgetful punk would even know what to do if his choice little wife
suddenly began to behave like a sex-crazed slut.  It would be interesting
to observe some other time, he thought, but for now he would have to watch
his step until he had her completely under his influence, which, if he had
his way, would not take very long to accomplish.
     "So then, tell me about your problems, Kathy," the older man said in
a fake but convincingly paternal tone of voice as he settled his husky
frame back into the softness of the black leather sofa, his hip a scant
few inches from her sleekly formed thigh.  With studied nonchalance, he
slipped one arm up on the cushions behind her shoulders, leaning closer
toward her as he added jovially, "I can't imagine any problem with Henry
that you couldn't handle with just a flutter of those eyelashes of yours."
     "Oh, Max, this is serious," she protested almost gaily, giggling in
spite of herself.  Strangely, she was already beginning to feel the
effects of the drink he had given her, a warm, euphoric lightheadedness
and slight tingling sensation all over her soft ivory flesh, and suddenly
she was no longer as afraid of this wealthy imposing man who was now
sitting so close to her.
     Having made up her mind to be absolutely frank with Max, she looked
down at her hands clasped in her lap and slowly announced, "Henry doesn't
take me seriously at all, Mr. Alexander ... I mean, Max.  No matter what I
do, to him I'm either stupid or just plain wrong, and to tell you the
truth, I'm getting awfully tired of it.  I want to show him that I have a
good mind and am perfectly capable of using it!"
     "Of course, my dear, of course you can," Max soothed as he reached
over and patted her arm to confirm his words.  "And I'm sure that
together, you and I will be able to figure out a way to show him that
you're not someone who deserves to be sold short.  As a matter of fact, if
you weren't married to Henry, you'd probably have a career of your own
and, if you don't mind my saying so, there would be quite a few men after
your beautiful young body."
     Kathy shivered slightly from the abrupt change of tone in his voice
and at the unexpected boldness of his somehow clammy touch.  Before, he
had been gracious and rather fatherly, protective in his understanding of
her marital troubles with Henry, but now, suddenly, he had changed in a
matter of minutes.  And she also detected a certain brazen confidence in
his manner that frightened her and for some reasons made her feel even
more apprehensive than she had felt when she had first walked into his
office.
     She picked up her glass again, hoping to find more of the comforting
warmth that the liqueur had given her, but she found that her glass was
empty.
     "I think that one of those is enough for you," the middle-aged
company president advised her with a deep laugh as he caught her staring
down unhappily into her glass.  As the exquisitely-shaped young blonde
looked up at him in confused dismay, he grinningly added, "Well, we
wouldn't want you to go home drunk, would we?  Your husband might think
that you were out doing something naughty this afternoon, instead of
staying home to be the good little housekeeper he thinks you are."
     "Yes, while he's interviewing all those beautiful models all day in
his office," Kathy said bitterly, unknowingly echoing Max's own thoughts
of earlier that afternoon.  Sitting up straight then on the plush couch,
she suddenly shook out her long, glistening red-gold tresses in a gesture
of angry defiance.  "Maybe I should do something naughty for a change, to
show him that he can't always take me so much for granted.  I'm not just a
piece of furniture in his house, you know!"
     "I'll say this, dear---if you were, I'd like to buy out the store
where he bought you," Max smiled, nodding his head up and down.  "In any
case, believe me, you're much more beautiful than all of those other
gorgeous girls who keep floating in and out of his office all the time."
     Clucking softly, he reached over and draped his arm around her wispy
waist, tightening his hold as he pulled her close back against his broad
muscular shoulder.  She little realized what she was doing as she allowed
herself to fall limply back against him, all the fight taken out of her by
Max's last words about her husband's constant contact with the lovely
models.  She had never dared to ask Henry who actually found and hired all
those girls in the magazine but now a terrible suspicion began to form in
her mind about why their own sex life was suffering so much.  Good God, if
a man had dozens of beautiful sexy women in his office every day, why
would he bother to care about his devoted wife who was always waiting at
home for him?  Why would he take the time to discuss strange and unusual
sex acts, though, when he could undoubtedly find all the variation he
wanted right in the privacy of his own office?  Surely they would gladly
do all he asked, and more, even worse perverted acts than his own dumb
little wife could think of, the blonde reasoned in a sudden fury of
jealousy.  Maybe, just maybe it was because Henry was even more of a
stranger to her than she had imagined lately; maybe he got some sort of
evil thrill out of having a faithful wife as someone he could always count
on and a stable of pretty girls at the same time.
     The hurtful humiliation that had plagued her ever since their
argument the night before, was suddenly magnified a thousand-fold and a
slow, biting anger seethed inside her, burning away the tears that had
begun to form from the shock of the notion that had just occurred to her.
     But her thoughts were brought to a swift halt as Max slipped his hand
slowly up along her side and cupped her delicate rib-cage warmly in his
palm, under her breast.  He could see the change in her expression as the
suggestive hint of the proposal of her also doing something naughty he had
planted in her slowly blurring brain took better hold and he waited,
knowing that at any moment the absinthe would begin its gradual
conscience-killing effect on her unguarded nervous system.  He knew it
would not be long now before this bewitching little creature was his, in
his own personal trophy bag.  She was not quite ready yet, but in a few
minutes at the most, the aphrodisiac and a little friendly persuasion on
his part would quell any resistance that she had left to frustrate his
plans for her.
     Kathy's wakening body stiffened momentarily as she felt the older
man's hand daringly caressing her full right breast, stroking and
squeezing the gently palpitating white flesh until a delicious fluttery
feeling began to take command of her nerves.  She flushed with guilt as
she felt a shameful fleeting desire to press the satin-smooth quivering
mound more solidly into her husband's boss' excitedly sweating palm.
Something strange was happening to her mind and body, something that she
was absolutely powerless to understand, and she squirmed her smoothly
rounded young buttocks nervously against the corded edge of the couch
cushion, trembling with disbelief as she felt the shocking electrical
contact against the soft hair-lined lips of her moistening pussy under her
navy-blue dress and silken panties.  God, it was horrible to admit, but it
felt better than anything she had ever felt in her life and, powerless to
restrain herself, she ground her hips down furtively with greater force
against the cushion edge as her breath began to quicken more and more.
Could she be drunk from that one innocent drink that Max had given her,
Kathy wondered with breathless perplexity as she felt the nipples of her
breasts grow twitchingly hard in unwanted physical arousal?  She had only
been joking when she had said that she should do something "naughty" and
now it was all she could do not to throw herself wantonly on Maxwell
Alexander and press her blazingly hot body against his.
     She shuddered and chilled from the sexual acceleration that thinking
something forbidden gives, even while still struggling to resist the
sensations of raw forbidden lust that were now pulsing maddeningly through
her surging veins.
     "This couch is almost like a bed, isn't it?" Max's low voice
insinuated into her thoughts.  "Are you comfortable, my dear?  How do you
feel now?"
     "Fu---funny ... I---I don't know ..." she answered in a strange other-
worldly voice, her girlish heart pounding savagely in her rapidly moving
chest.  She was aware of nothing but Max's brazen fingertips rubbing
lightly over her painfully erect nipples under her dress, stopping
occasionally to pinch each one to an even more stinging hardness and
causing a series of ripples of fantastic sensations to dance freely
through her alerted nerves each time he did it.  Her breath was steadily
quickening, coming in tight gasps as the burning sensation in her trim
little belly grew with maddening intensity.  She knew that she was in
trouble now, trouble of her own doing, but she also knew that she should
not allow Henry's boss to squeeze and knead her breasts this way.  Still,
though, she did not really want to estrange this warm, suddenly exciting
man who had, until a short time ago, been so gentle and compassionate with
her.
     "Please, Mr. Alexander, I m---mean, M---Max," she objected weakly as
she tried desperately to  ... I came to talk to you about ... about a job.
I have to ... to prove---"
     "You don't have to prove anything to me, baby," Max growled suddenly
in obscene delight as he saw the helpless confusion that was registering
on Kathy's vibrant young face.  "If that punk husband of yours isn't man
enough for you, there's someone here who is!"
     Max jerked her head abruptly toward him with his heavy hand and
pressed his muggy lips wetly to her, grinding his mouth tightly against
her mouth.  The terrified young wife groaned and struggled uselessly for a
sudden panicky moment, feeling his hand pressing then even more
demandingly into the pillowy softness of her ivory breast.
     "Relax, baby," he whispered into the fragrant warmth of her full-
fleshed young lips.  "Just let yourself go  ... and you won't be sorry."
     Uncertain of what she should do, Kathy let herself go almost
completely limp as he had commanded, surprised at the softness of his lips
pressing onto her moist mouth.  The thought crossed her befuddled mind
that this was the first time another man had kissed her since she had been
married.  She had practically forgotten what it was like and had to admit
to herself that he did know what he was doing, that he actually seemed
fairly accomplished as a lover.  In spite of what she considered was
valiant effort on her part to resist any emotional response whatsoever,
she could feel tiny, butterfly-like ripples of pleasure flitting suddenly
through her nervously quivering stomach.  Without conscious will, she
allowed her arms to entwine tightly behind his head, but then, as she felt
the short bristly hairs that grew from the nape of his thick, muscular
neck, so different from the soft, curling tendrils, almost silk-like, that
always hung over Henry's shirt collar, Kathy drew back reflexively in
startled horror.  What was she doing with this strange man, her own
husband's boss?  What on earth was wrong with her?
     "No, Max, no, we can't ... can't do this," she cried out in real
fright as she tried to twist away from his insistent, presumptuous
embrace.
     "Why not, baby?" Max whispered, breathing thickly, sliding one hand
down to the soft roundness of her enticing young buttocks and pulling her
loins forward rudely until her dress slithered far up her smooth creamy
thigh pressed tightly against the rough woolen fabric of his trousers.
"Your dear hubby is probably down there playing between one of his models
legs this very minute.  What's the matter, are you afraid to even the
score a little?"
     Kathy's desirable young body tensed as she felt Max begin to
recklessly massage the smoothly curved cheeks of her buttocks, squeezing
them and releasing them with a hypnotic rhythm that stirred her from head
to foot.  He twisted toward her, forcing her loins hard against his own
anxious loins, and ground ruthlessly against her, his mouth still locked
wetly to hers.  She gasped in astonishment and held her breath as she felt
the bulging hardness under his pants press demandingly into the tender
plane of her soft young belly.  The sweet licorice liqueur drifted laxity
through her bloodstream, intensifying the unwanted, uncontrollable
sensations beginning to course through her aroused body.  The blonde's
wide brown eyes clenched firmly shut as she fought the vile seduction of
her body with all of her strength, but the gentle urgency of his fingers
digging greedily into her flesh, and the hardness of his excitedly rising
penis pressing into her stomach through her dress, brought further soft
moans of helpless submission tumbling from her open lips.  Her very
wantonness and Max's slyly insinuated hint that her own husband might be
committing adultery with some beautiful model at this very minute in this
very building were slowly taking their full toll on the innocent girl's
tortured mind.
     "Christ, but you're stacked, baby.  I'm going to really enjoy this
little fuck."
     "Oh, don't please don't talk like that," Kathy whimpered like a child
as she felt the lewd but delicious sensations still tingling across the
alert surface of her skin at the sound of the indecent word.  "No one h---
has ever said anything like that to me! N---not even Henry!"
     "Always a first time for everything, love," Max chuckled lewdly,
dropping his hand down further between their tightly-clamped bodies to
stroke the lithe suppleness of her lower belly with a teasing lightness.
     "Oh God, don't touch me there!  You can't," she moaned, her awakened
body slack and defenseless from the strange erotic sensations that seemed
to be taking complete control of her innocent young being.  She jerked
slightly as she felt Max's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her
prim little dress up the front of her thighs.  She sobbed in dazed
bewilderment and tried again to pull away, calling upon all her willpower
to fight the blazing tongues of lust that were slowly overwhelming her,
the heated flames of forbidden desire licking downward from the pit of her
stomach to tease hotly in the moistly rising wetness between her thighs.
     "Sweetie, I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it.  It'll
teach that goddamned smart-ass young husband of yours to get his mind off
his models long enough to remember to put my picture in my own magazine,"
Max grinned, gloating.  "And whenever you get bored with what you're
getting at home, you'll always know, by God, where you can come to get
some real cock."
     Kathy gasped and shivered with apprehension as she felt the hem of
her dress being moved up to the tops of her golden-tanned legs and his
searching fingers come directly into contact with the tender sensitive
flesh of her satiny inner thighs.  Her thoughts whirled incoherently as
she heard her own hot breathing in the office, the silence growing
otherwise to be a noticeable thing as the minutes went by.  The sound of a
slight cotton-like rustle of fabric whispered with her breathing as the
hem of her skirt rubbed against the black, unyielding surface of the
couch.  God, it was driving her crazy!!!
     She edged her pubic mound slowly up closer to the illicit pleasure of
his hand, her hardened little clitoris beating invitingly against the
wetness of her panty crotchband.  Then, unexpectedly, one fingertip found
the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina between her slightly spread thighs
and pressed the protective nylon material wetly into it, parting the
fleecy, surrounding hair and making sudden exciting contact with the tiny
throbbing head of her inflamed clitoris.  It was wet and slippery from the
involuntary pangs of pure desire that filled her entire being and she
sucked in her breath noisily to hold back the shameful groan of pleasure
that was building deep in her chest.  She did not dare to make a sound,
for Max would know how weak she really was---that physically she was every
bit as lustful as he was.  She could do nothing but lie back against the
back of the couch, helplessly vulnerable, as he roamed his hands
deliberately over her hotly-responding body, taking obscene liberties with
her as he wished.  There was no way she knew to ward him off as in her
horror she realized that her aroused body was reacting on its own to his
bold caressing of her passion-seared buttocks and vagina.  Her panties
were now totally drenched up between her legs and her luscious white
buttocks were squirming without shame to the teasing manipulations of his
hand rummaging in her loins.
     "Please, M---Max you mustn't do this to me," she wailed admonishingly,
half-heartedly attempting to invest her tone with an authoritative note of
accusation.  But her own voice betrayed her, seeming to come from faraway,
a frail, shaky sound that was not at all what she had intended.  Her brain
was sinking in a swamp of vagueness and lassitude, and only the feverish,
burning palpitations in her full breasts and white loins mattered now.
She knew she was being taken advantage of, cruelly, but still nothing
mattered at that moment but the thriving sexual stirrings that were
steadily taking over her young mind and body.
     "All right, baby, if that's the way you want it," Max's sneering
voice sliced suddenly into her doped consciousness, "then maybe we ought
to forget the whole thing."
     Max rose abruptly from her side, his nostrils flaring with faked
anger.  He knew the aphrodisiac had taken its toll and that he was in no
real danger of losing her if he had his fun and tormented her a while
longer.
     Kathy was alone in that instant, lying sprawled on the black leather
sofa that belonged to a stranger, her own husband's employer, her arms
dangling down uselessly at her sides as she stared, bewildered, up at Max
Alexander standing above her, grinning down at her with leering, merciless
impertinence.  She could not wholly understand the full lascivious meaning
implied by his evil expression and could concentrate only on the fire now
blazing out of control up between her legs, making her almost-virginal
breasts swell and tighten more, the lean white surface of her stomach
contracting automatically in a slow tortuous writhing motion.  Her
breathing was labored, rising and falling with the effort of her
excitement.
     "Go on home then, you silly little bitch," he taunted, backing away
from her voluptuously quivering body with a scornful laugh.  "Go on home
to that cheating husband of yours and your brooms and mops, and forget
about the job you want ... the one in public relations I had in mind for
you.  Hell, that kind of job takes a real woman, not a sniveling young
homebody!"
     Kathy gaped up at him in wonderment, her lust-fogged mind unable to
comprehend the total meaning of what she was hearing.  Before, her
feelings had been an odd mixture of relief and disappointment when her
husband's boss had suddenly decided to deprive her of his thrill-provoking
caresses, but now she was becoming uncertain and wrenched by misgiving.  A
job such as the one he had mentioned was something she had dreamed of, a
sort of passport to a land of interesting people and adventurous parties,
a land that might make even Henry respect her as a real person.  God, it
would be so easy, she thought yearningly; so easy just to forget and let
go, to spread her legs wide and do what Henry's boss wanted her to do.
The way she felt right now, with tide after tide of mind-reeling desire
rising ever higher in her, dizzying and confusing her until she could
barely think, it might be a kind of relief to succumb to him to satisfy
this weird blazing inferno inside her youthful limbs.  Yes, she wanted to
have this middle-aged, imposing man standing over her; she wanted him
almost more than she had ever wanted anything in her life; but even in the
tempting stress of the moment, she knew that she could not do anything
that harsh and basically unfair to her husband.  No, she loved him too
much to ever let some fleeting affair jeopardize their life together.
     What could she have been thinking of when she allowed her youthful
body to respond so passionately to Max's lewd suggestions, she wondered as
she straightened her still-trembling form up determinedly on the couch.
She pulled down her dress to cover the white lacy panties that were
exposed to Max's view.
     "Don't think your brainy husband's position in the company is all
that secure, either," the executive grumbled brutishly as he watched his
delectable prey struggling with her conscience.  "Possibly, you would've
saved him his job ... something any real wife should be happy to do."  He
shrugged with feigned indifference, his voice fading as he turned away
from her expression of fearful attention.  She stared at him in meek
subservience, still unable to speak or show that she understood what he
was saying.  It was as though she had fallen into the grip of some kind of
waking nightmare and, finally, she smiled hopefully, wishing that her
tormentor would relent and admit that the whole thing was merely a joke.
But the stony glare on his face convinced her that no reprieve was in
store.
     Oh God, would Henry ever understand, ever trust her again if he
somehow found out about this, this silly attempt to prove herself as a
woman?  No, she decided, he would never be able to forgive her for this
idiotic mistake, not after last night's argument.  At this point, Kathy
could not even bring herself to object when Max sat down beside her again
and began with insulting calmness to unzip the side of her dress.  What
was even more humiliating, she knew that she really wanted him to---that
she wanted to be naked and have her lust-crazed body kissed and caressed
until the unwanted fires in her blood were mercifully quenched.
     She gazed down miserably at the thickly-carpeted floor, the chasm of
torment between her shame and drug-induced desire making her eyes fill
with tears of embarrassed frustration.  All her young life she had been in
control, at movies and even in the back seats of cars when boys had tried
to take advantage of her---to use her lush body---but now she was
defenseless against this sadistically-smiling man ... and worse yet,
against herself also.



                            Chapter 4

     "So you want a job, eh?" Maxwell Alexander hissed down into Kathy's
beautifully pathetic face?"  With one single hard downward jerk he ripped
the zipper of her dress all the way down to the split of cleavage at the
top of her ass-cheeks.  She could feel the cool rush of air against her
naked skin as he stripped it rudely up and over her urgently-clamoring
buttocks.  Next came the fastenings of her brassiere and she heard him
utter an appreciative sigh of obscene approval as he jerked it away and
her ripely huge young breasts burst into view.
     Now that it was really happening, she could not quite grasp the whole
meaning of the older man's crudeness ... his threats ... his cruelty.
     Suddenly, Max dropped to his knees in front of her as she teetered
above him, hooking his fingers in the elastic band at the top of her
panties as he pulled them with teasing slowness down over the softness of
her full, round buttocks until they bunched in a skimpy, silky ring down
around her ankles.  Completely naked now, Kathy rose and stood before the
big man in all her prick-stiffening beauty, like a Venus, gazing down at
him on his knees in front of her.  She saw a wickedly satisfied smile on
his face and felt herself sway dangerously, almost losing her balance when
she felt him breathe hotly against her butter-smooth tummy and then press
his moist lips wetly against the white, bare flesh just above her pubic
vee.
     God, what bliss! ...  The wet touch of his tongue sent a responsive
shiver through her and she reached down with both hands to hold on as well
as she could to his head to keep from falling.  Mistaking this as a sign
of submission, Max dropped his lips lower to the soft blonde pubic hair
surrounding her vaginal slit and kissed the slight moistness gleaming on
the excitedly pulsating lips.  She jumped with alarm from the sudden
shocking contact and lost what balance she had, staggering backwards
toward the couch.  The edge of the cushion caught her just below both
knees and she fell, sprawling almost flat on her back on the soft black
leather, her legs opening wide as she landed.  He leaped forward and
caught her in that position as she tried feebly to kick and close her
legs.  The panting bulky man crawled up on the couch, running his hot
tongue over his lips to savor the sweet young pungency of her female aroma
left there, kissing her nakedly stripped flesh like a conquering warrior.
     He crouched between her legs on his knees and elbows as he leered
lewdly down at her, his white, even teeth showing through his lewdly
grimacing lips as he grinned down at the delicious feast of her youthful
squirming nakedness.  Holding her legs with his hands, he pressed his
knees out against her ankles and leaned down further to the place his
sweat dampened palms against the delicate tender whiteness of the insides
of her thighs.  She wanted to put up a struggle, some sort of real
resistance against this indignity, but she seemed to be totally unable to
push him away and so just lay there with her eyes open wide in abject
terror.  She could not fathom her behavior or why she could even bear to
have this foul beast in the same room with her, let alone touching her
secret place with his mouth as he had a moment ago.
     She could see him haunched down on all fours between her wide-spread
thighs, grinning up at her between her lush upstanding breasts as though
he were a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken
victim and devour it in a savage sexually driven feast.  Saliva dripped
from his open mouth and fell on her narrow, slightly wet, vaginal split,
mingling with her own juices there.  She could sense it trailing down
between the smooth soft cheeks of her buttocks in a teasing little
tickling sensation.
     "You're going to love this, baby," he hissed.  She could feel his
sweating palms press outward against her creamy white inner thighs,
holding them wide apart.  Her fearfully cringing vagina was totally naked
to him, open to do as he willed, and she watched with a small gasp as his
head lowered slowly, slowly, and then his breath was coursing hotly over
her genitals again.
     "Oooooh, pleeeeease!" the beautiful young blonde jerked as his lips
closed moistly over the soft furry mound at the base of her belly.  His
face disappeared from her view into the soft pubic region as he planted
maddenly tortuous kisses on the still defensively closed little opening,
his tongue flicking out like a tiny snake into the sparse blonde pubic
hairs on the quivering cuntal flanges, tickling and nipping at them with
his teeth.  The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive,
throbbing opening of her inflamed vagina brought a gasping moan from deep
in Kathy's throat.  She had never let anyone do this to her and, though it
sent strange sensations of pleasure rippling out of control through her
body, she was certain that she should make some attempt to stop this
terrible, perverted act.  She clenched her brown eyes tightly shut and
tried desperately to screw her buttocks away from the hot flicking tongue
jabbing without mercy into her defenseless pussy, but his only response
was a lewd snicker and another spearing thrust into the hot, tingling
hole.
     In spite of her revulsion at the horrible thing he was doing to her,
Kathy felt her ripe young body beginning to respond with deep-rooted waves
of passion that rippled in her heaving belly, down to the throbbing flesh
between her thighs.  Even, in her drug-dimmed mind, she could barely
believe what she was doing and yet her buttocks jerked madly as the
darting tongue sent helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing
through her raw nerves.  The realization that she was actually enjoying
the obscene caresses of a virtual stranger, behind her husband's back,
came flooding back into her consciousness and she fought with all her will
against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into
uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness, but it was a
futile effort while Max Alexander sucked relentlessly at her naked wet
loins below.
     She felt his hands move sensuously up over her stomach to her full,
involuntarily throbbing breasts.  He pinched the pink little buds of her
nipples to painful erection, sending shivers of unwanted pleasure all
through her nerves, betraying her mind and conscience like invisible
Judas-like pin pricks of wonderful sensuality.  It was the result of her
fear, Kathy thought, grasping desperately for an explanation of the desire
rising in her; it was the emotional shock of being blackmailed and earlier
imagining her own husband making love to the ravishing models in his
office ... in this very building ...  Had he really cheated on her that
way?  How could she ever ask him now?  Kathy wondered despairingly as she
envisioned her marriage crumbling to ashes as a result of this terrible
afternoon.
     The terrified naked girl was hardly even aware of her present
surroundings and could not clearly remember all that had happened since
she had first entered her husband's employer's office.  Nothing registered
but the obscene currents of passionate fever racing in her blood along
with the potent French aphrodisiac that she had innocently drunk such a
short time ago.
     Her own hands moved down over his hands on her full breasts, pressing
them harder against the soft white mounds and then pushing them aside
impatiently so that she could cup them firmly in her palms.  Then, growing
bolder as the itch of lust increased in every atom of her young body, she
released her breasts and slid her hands down over her smooth, flat tummy,
her fingers finally coming to a halt on either side of his hotly nibbling
mouth.
     Her fingertips stroked tenderly for a moment at the flexing hollows
of her inner thighs and then moved in to slowly spread apart the fleshy
pulsing lips of her moistly throbbing cuntal furrow, allowing his eager
probing tongue complete access to the thin, vertical little mouth of her
pussy.  Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled
uncontrollably from side to side on the black rolled leather of the couch
arm as her husband's boss, Max's hot searing tongue shot out, its soft
flicking tip circling the erectness of the tremulously quivering clitoris.
     "Ooooohhhh," she moaned, her silken blonde hair shimmering in the
bright illumination of the golden sunlight through the penthouse office
window.  He sucked with his lips, drawing the soft warm folds of her
vaginal opening deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue
continuing its maddening licking against the straining pink nodule of her
sex.  She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot busy tip
worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet crevice, starting
at the top and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic portal of
flesh surrounding her vagina and lower into the valley of her now
rhythmically flexing buttocks where it paused momentarily to pay a wet
probing homage to the tight brown ring of sensitive rubbery skin circling
her throbbing little asshole.
     "Yesssss, oooooh yeeeeesssss," Kathy gasped now shamelessly
encouraging him as her whitely curved hips ground down hard into the
leather cushion, her whole lower body writhing out of control as whining
little animal sounds of rising desire escaped pitifully from between her
tightly clenched teeth.  Max labored like a madman between his young
editor's wife's widely gaping thighs, feeling the soft wet pubic hair
brushing tantalizingly against the cheeks of his face.  He felt a sense of
tremendous power he had never imagined possible, not even in his wildest
fantasies.  He actually had this almost virginal young beauty squirming
under his merciless tongue, loving it, begging for it, groaning louder
each time he drove the tip of his oral member deeper into the steaming hot
crevice of her vagina ...  Shit, this was even better than he had expected
and now he wanted to hear her beg for more, to plead for more of the
debasement that would undermine her very soul and enslave her completely.
Not even the powerful aphrodisiac had fired up the other girls he had
seduced to this pitch of excitement, he thought, relishing the fact that
the lovely blonde wife had no way of knowing that this was only the
beginning for her.  The brawny slavering millionaire realized that she was
too far gone to resist anything he might plan for her and in his mind he
began to luxuriate in the expectations of all the "Parties" and "gang
fucks" he would arrange for his business associates, once this lovely
little piece began work in "public relations."
     Max chortled obscenely as he felt Kathy Cummings' slender fingers
clawing at his thick, grey-flecked hair, trying to grasp his head in a
desperately driven effort to guide his male face to the palpitating
opening of her naked cunt.  He ran his tongue out farther into the soft-
rimmed flesh, flicking and swirling it for a moment in the moistness, and
then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the ragged, pinkly
throbbing pussy lips.  She responded by screwing her loins higher,
searching, and her hands locked her upthrust groin.  He allowed her to
force him this time and locked his mouth vice-like over the tight little
hole between her now hungrily squirming buttocks.
     As his mouth rounded out in a large "O" shape and his lips covered
the clasping viscous opening, Max thrust his tongue further in, bringing a
low guttural moan from the beautiful girl whose soft warm thighs closed
convulsively around both sides of his bobbing head.  He could feel the wet
young cuntal flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the
walls of the young woman's lewdly violated vagina opened and closed
spasmodically in a tiny, thirsty sucking motion, trying to pull the
maddening scarlet lance deeper and deeper into it.  It felt as though the
hungry nibbling pussy would pull out his tongue by the roots and devour it
alive.  Her hands were grasped tightly behind his head to pull him harder
against the tiny hard clitoris above, his nose eagerly breathing in the
pungent odor of her freely flowing lust juices.  The musky aroma of her
female arousal incited his cock to a hardness that he could hardly control
.. Jesus Christ, he was nearing the brink of insanity himself and was
afraid that his balls would suddenly erupt to splatter his impatient cum
all over his expensive, tailor-made trousers!
     Kathy's entire being was adrift in the fiery tide of the moment.
Every single muscle in her girlish body was tensed to the snapping point
as she strained her naked vaginal plane upward toward the thrilling wet
probe between her trembling thighs.  Oh God, it was more ecstatically
exciting than anything she had ever felt or believed could be!  She had
never realized that sex could be like this and her updrawn legs squeezed
open and shut around the tormenting head fastened hard on her flame-seared
hole, milking all she could of the pleasure it gave her.
     "Aaaaahhhhh," she groaned, the cords of her slender neck flexing as
she writhed.  The blonde splayed her legs even wider to grant him full
access to her delicious young loins as she frantically darted both of her
hands to his ears, tugging forward on them until he thought she would
virtually rip them off.
     Confident now of the complete surrender of her enraptured body, Max
suddenly forced his head from the clutching grip of her hands and stood up
beside the couch.  Kathy blinked dizzily at him, totally and agonizingly
aware that she had lost his pleasure-giving mouth.  Unconsciously, she
squirmed her now desperately wanting loins up in an arch in the air as if
someone would magically appear to drench the raw, animal fires that were
raging out of control within her hungry loins.
     Suddenly she realized that her husband's boss was stripping off his
clothes, dropping them piece by piece onto the carpet at his feet.  Less
than a minute later, he was standing over her, completely naked, his thick
pulsing penis jutting out like a gleaming white tree trunk from between
his hairy legs.  She stared openly at the heavily-veined shaft of flesh
rising with the ominous aspect of a totem pole from beneath Max's slightly
paunchy belly.  Her senses were now so riled that she could barely focus
her eyes.  The throbbing organ seemed to be at least twice as large as her
husband's, its broad head huge and spreading out even more as she watched.
She cringed inwardly, thinking that no woman could possibly take something
that monstrous and hard up inside her body ...  She would be split
asunder, torn, forever ruined and of no use to any man again, whether
husband or lover.
     "What do you think of this, baby?  Have you ever seen a cock as big
as this before?" he asked crudely, his lips curled back in a wicked sneer
as he took the massive penis in both hands and waved it obscenely at her
fearfully bulging eyes.  Kathy lay frozen under the appalling crudity of
his obscene words---and yet their very lewdness excited her more and more,
so that she was at a loss to understand her own reactions to what was
happening.  She could feel the increasing moisture seeping out her pussy
walls and crossed her legs to press them closer together, trying to ease
the burning sensation that was churning madly in the pit of her slim
belly.  Max's fervent licking and sucking of her inexperienced young
vagina had turned her entire body into a tense bundle of raw nerve-ends
that she was powerless to control.  She continued to stare at the
impassioned company president's hard cock as it grew even larger, soaking
up more blood and standing out further and further, a granite-hard pole of
flesh that was an inflamed pink right up to the collar of skin under the
head.  The head itself was purplish, larger in diameter than the base,
like a knuckleless fist at the end of an upraised arm.  He was enjoying
the insulting effect it was having on her as he pointed the semen-oozing
tip directly at her face.
     "Answer me," he barked.  "How do you like my nice big prick?
Wouldn't you love to have it shoved up between those pretty legs of
yours?"
     "I---I don't know ... It ... it's so big," Kathy stammered, hating
herself for not obeying her instinct to rise and flee from the office,
from him and the certainty of what was soon to happen.  But the potent
aphrodisiac he had given her, plus everything else that had happened so
far that afternoon to break down her defenses, rendered her incapable of
moving or wanting anything at all but what was in store for her if she
remained there on the couch.  Then, as though he had heard her thoughts,
he stepped proudly up to the side of the sofa and sat down beside her,
reaching over with both hands to seize her lush breasts and squeeze them
together like huge straining grapefruits.  She could feel small pin-pricks
of a wildly rising sexual excitement racing through the tips of them as he
rolled the light-brown ever hardening nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers.  She tried to turn away, reflexively, not wanting to succumb,
to make a last futile stand against the impending surrender of her wifely
honor, but the pressure of his strong male grip was altogether too much
for her in her present state of mind.  Nothing mattered but her feelings
and she had forgotten about being a proper young housewife, about her
husband, Henry, about everything except the sheer joy of having this
middle-aged man's nakedly lusting body sweating hotly against her tingling
female flesh.
     His hands dropped from her bulging white breasts to fondle the curved
young nudity of her hips and trace the lovely full convexities of her
sides.  She felt the gouging hardness of his huge cock against her thigh
as he leaned over her, his hands busy with their manipulations of her
lower belly and his hot mouth now clamped over one breast, sucking and
pulling at it, frequently pausing to nip and nibble with his teeth at the
erect bud-like nipple.
     "Now do you want it?  Now do you want some stiff prick shoved in
you?" he asked harshly, his voice sharp and rasping, glorying in making
the innocent young wife of one of his employees listen to their crudeness.
     "Oh ... I ... I'm afraid," the beautiful young woman responded
innocently, unaware that her very helplessness served only to excite him
more.  He knew that she was raging inside, that her body was exploding
with desire from his touch and the aphrodisiac she had trustingly
swallowed.  Despite her real fear, she could not tear her hot gaze from
the indecent sight of his enormous cock.  As she watched, it jerked
slightly higher, causing her to shiver and blush reflexively as she
despised herself for the surges of base desire that made her ache to have
him sunk deep up inside her eagerly waiting belly.  In a remote corner of
her mind, she kept repeating over and over to herself that she only wanted
this burly man, a man who was probably old enough to be her father,
because she had no choice but to appease him for fear of Henry losing his
job.  But even she knew in the foremost part of her consciousness that it
was only an excuse to herself and that sheer sexual craving was the real
force behind everything she was experiencing.  Erotic tremors ran up her
back at the sight of Max's fully erect prick standing out from his virile
loins like a massive cobra whose head fanned out menacingly at the end of
its pulsing length.  God, it was huge she marveled, unable to take her
eyes from the tremendous fleshy length.
     "Yes ... I want it," she finally murmured, training her smoky,
desire-clouded eyes for a moment on his face as he feasted on her breasts,
now flushed and swollen from the mauling of his mouth.  The candor of her
confession seemed to delight him and he wasted no time as he lifted
himself from her, grasping her shoulders to move her into a better
position, length-wise, on the soft leather cushions.  Using her huge,
firmly white breasts for leverage, he pulled himself on top of her, his
heavier weight along the length of her body squashing her down into the
sofa.  He came to rest directly between her helplessly pulsating legs,
forcing them wider apart with his own thick hairy thighs as he pulled her
tightly against him and dropped one hand down between them to take the
long hard throbbing cock in his fingers and guide it forward, using the
thick rubbery tip to part the wet fleshy lips of her now voracious
demanding pussy.  She flung her head to one side on the cushions, closing
her eyes and groaning in mingled excitement and despair as she felt its
first hot startling contact against the ragged pink edges of her moistly
glistening cunt.  She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying
there in utter wantonness beneath him, not even daring to breathe or move.
     "Oooooh, God, hurry!" she finally moaned, no longer caring what he
thought of her for allowing this indecent attack on her young, desirable
body.
     But then he pushed forward, splitting her cunt lips wider, and she
felt the first wave of pain from the cruel pressure of his inhumanely huge
cock on the tender outer walls of her pussy.
     "Oh, nooooo, waaaaiiiit---it's too big!" she cried as the thick tip
slipped further in, stretching wide the tiny, hair-fringed entrance until
Kathy felt as if her abdomen were splitting wide-apart from the relentless
outward force of his merciless probing.
     "Stop, please, for God's sake, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!"
She was almost screaming as she jerked open her eyes in agony and saw that
he had not even heard her and was lost in the perverted delight of
subjugating her helplessly-pinioned body.  Suddenly his no longer handsome
but now lustfully staring face twisted into a contorted expression of
sheer animal desire as he looked down at the defenseless girl lying
spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his large virile penis disappearing
inch by inch into the soft, blondly curling hair of her pussy.  He fell
forward then, his weight smashing her full rounded breasts tightly back
against her heaving lungs as he thrust his hips forward and rammed into
her soft hot belly, the long, thick prick gliding into cunt like a driving
telephone pole and pushing the delicate moist flesh of her cuntal walls
before it in helplessly rippling waves.  There was no stopping him and he
rammed on, deeper and deeper, until with a loud groan, his sperm inflated
balls smacked loudly against the wide held cheeks of her naked buttocks.
     "Aaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed beneath him.  She had never been so
utterly filled in her life and his bone-hard, heavily-veined cock felt as
though it had ripped her vaginal passage into a thousand tiny shreds as he
slammed into her without thought of mercy or injury to her tender insides.
And now it lay sunk deep in her belly, filling it to the point of
bursting.  There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could
not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her young pussy,
encased in the moist hot sheath like a great spike planted heartlessly in
its victim's stomach.
     "How's that, Mrs. Cummings?" he tormented, feeling her insides
opening to receive him deep in her womb.  She was whimpering and pleading
desperately now as he thought of her snotty little husband and began to
fuck ruthlessly into her, gritting his teeth with lust and luxuriating in
his awareness that she was compulsively following him, beginning to hump
in wild, spasmodic jerks beneath him.  She groaned as if in anguish,
shocking herself as she threw up her arms to wrap them tightly around his
neck, pulling his solid well-defined chest into the velvety softness of
her beautiful white breasts.  He plunged his long cock in and out, filling
and emptying her, sinking his long slippery prick back and forth between
her vaginal lips and on up to her cervix until she felt as though it would
tear up into her intestines.  Her mouth moved against her will, opening
and closing in response to each stroke of his cock, her shining titian
hair flowing out on the black leather and fanning like silken threads,
glinting subtle highlights of topaz and gold and rust as her head rose and
fell with her movements.  There was nothing that could stop her insane
race for fulfillment and Max Alexander fucked like a savage to end it for
both of them.
     "Oh, yes, oh yesssss," she breathed without thought of shame, her
entire being lost in the overpowering pleasure that had replaced the
initial pain of his impalement of her.  He slipped his hands down her
sides and grasped the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass, jerking them up
off the cushions to gain better access to the moist wet hole of her cunt.
Then, pressing further forward, he slid his palms down to her knees and
forced her legs up off the couch, wide, and pushed them brutally back over
her shoulders until her toes pressed painfully into the leather on either
side of her head.  Her tortured body was bent back double, jack-knifed,
the stress on her painfully strained muscles almost causing her to beg for
mercy.  The whole of her wetly glistening groin was opened to him as he
increased the power of his thrusts, driving in with long, hard lunges that
seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes, cramming
the very last inch of his cock into her with thundering lust, until fresh
ecstatic moans fell from her lips, resounding through the office like the
cries of a wounded beast.  Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back,
fixing hypnotically on the ceiling above the rhythmically groaning sofa.
     Max sweated above her, driving with longer smoother strokes into the
hotly steaming passage up between her drawn back thighs as her long
tapered nails clawed frantically at him, pulling him wildly into her.
Deliberately teasing her, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her
hungrily clasping young vagina on the back stroke, then thrust forward
again into her uplifted buttocks until he could feel the hard slap of his
testicles against the unprotected crevice of her anus.  Juicy wet smacking
sounds filled the office with each brutal fuck-stroke he made into her,
blending in tempo with the sounds of their hoarse breathing and the
rhythmic lurching squeaks of their naked, sweat-soaked flesh on the black
leather.
     Max placed his hands on either side of her and lifted himself so that
he could watch the young woman's exquisitely beautiful face.  It was
something he did not want to miss, the humiliating surrender of this
smooth, soft-bodied young wife who had bounced so innocently into his
private office just a short time ago.  Well, she was being brought to life
this afternoon and he could think of nothing nicer than having her hot
little cunt at his disposal whenever he wanted her.  He heard her sharp
gasps of pleasure as he fucked heavily into her, skewering her, and she
was loving it, fucking back shamelessly, urging him on with every lunge.
     "Oh, God, fill me, fill me!  Give me more!" she begged, gasping as if
she were close to death.
     "You love it, don't you?  You love cock just like any other whore?"
he demanded, ramming harder into her for emphasis.  "You're going to be my
little whore, aren't you?"
     "Whore?" she faltered for a moment, not certain that she understood
what her husband's boss was saying to her.  Then she realized that it was
true---she had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew
were right and was now no better than a slut from the street.  No, she
would never be the same again.
     "That's right, whore!" Max spat down at her, relishing the confused
mixture of pleasure and debasement he saw on her sweet face.  "From now
on, you'll fuck when I want you to---if you don't want your husband to know
what kind of slut you really are!"
     "Oooooh, yesss ... yesssss," she sobbed, out of her mind with the
humiliating truth of her confession.  She would have to submit to this
horrible man's every desire, just to hide from her husband the terrible
truth of her own weakness.  And yet, whore that she was, she didn't care
now.  Nothing was real to her but the sweet hot pleasure that made her
wave her hungrily gyrating young buttocks in uncontrolled frenzy up and
down, from side to side, spiraling her starving cunt along the full length
of his huge cock to gain every atom of sensation she possibly could.
     Max Alexander grinned smugly as he stepped up the viciousness of his
strokes until his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the ragged
pink flanges of her delicious little pussy, his huge, lust-hardened cock
fucking deep into the far hidden recesses of her heatedly writhing belly.
He felt the cords of her neck and thighs stand out and tense as she
squirmed under him, working toward her climax, aching now with all her
being to have the middle-aged man shoot his sperm into her soft heaving
stomach.  Just then, though, he decided to complete his conquest and
introduce her to something totally unexpected.  He slid his fingers down
over the tight skin of her firm white ass and found the tiny elastic-
rimmed anus cradled defenselessly below.  It was soft and warm and he
could feel its tiny crinkled lips working in time with the grinding of her
buttocks as she pushed against his pounding loins.  His finger shoved into
it with a quick hard movement and he felt the tender rubbery flesh
yielding before his attack.
     "God, oooooh," she gasped in painful protest at the unexpected
intrusion, the plea tumbling from her lips in surprise.  But he thrust
harder, taking pleasure in hearing her helpless little sounds of
subjugation.
     "Oh, pleeeeease, nooooo," she wailed, trying to twist away from this
indecent outrage against her defenselessly cringing asshole.
     He worked his finger around inside her, stretching the rubbery
softness wider and wider as he ground into it.  He slipped another finger
in then and felt the tight resistance give way as it moved into the warm,
fragile depths.  The deep guttural noises coming from her throat changed
slowly into whimpers of pain for a moment, then were replaced by greater
moans of pleasure as her slightly stretched anus gradually grew accustomed
to the strange unnatural penetration.  A smile of victory broke across his
lust-contorted face as he felt her begin to slowly screw her buttocks back
on his hand, grinding her obscenely filled rectum down voraciously now on
the buried fingers as he probed them methodically around in the warm
rubbery depths.  She was hopelessly impaled between his throbbing hard
cock in her cunt and his fingers shoved cruelly up into her asshole.  And
now, whimpering and moaning beneath him, she increased her twisting and
bucking movements under this double ravishment of her loins.
     He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheeks of
her writhing ass to where his hardened cock was pistoning wetly in and out
of her pussy and teased cruelly the wet, hair-lined folds clasping tightly
around his rampaging thickness.  He could feel their fleshy softness
pulling and giving with each long hard, jack-hammer thrust he made into
her.
     Suddenly he quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she
battered her body mercilessly beneath him.  He knew that she was his now,
completely, utterly, and Max had no intention of showing the least bit of
mercy or human compassion.  He wanted to hear her plead for his hot cum,
to beg to be filled with it, so that she would remember, long after this
day was over, what power he had wielded over body and mind.
     "Tell me, whore, tell me what you want," Max growled as he
deliberately slowed his stroking movements and teasingly ran his massive
length only half-way into her, "Do you want me to fuck you and shoot my
cum up into your snooty little cunt?"
     "Oh yes, pleeeeease!" the voluptuous blonde gasped, her pride
completely destroyed as she lay pinned and naked under his male weight.
The thought of begging a complete stranger to drive the huge cock into her
and empty his sperm-laden balls into her belly was unthinkable, but she
was beyond caring now and yearned only for her own climax, now so close.
     "I ... I can't," she said, hesitating to submit to this final last
degradation.  This, she knew, would be the final surrender and there would
be no escaping him ever again.
     It was the only thing she had left.
     By cruel treachery, he had taken everything else, her pride in her
fidelity to her husband, her self-respect, everything was gone now.  She
could not let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg as well.  And yet,
she knew she would.  Insane passion pulsed in her bloodstream like a lust-
lit neon sign, sending searing electrical signals through her nerves and
building her excitement to a crest that would surely drive her insane if
she did not find relief.  At last, closing her eyes so that she would not
have to face the sadistic delight in his eyes, she murmured:
     "Oh, please, for God's sake, do it!  Fuck me!  Shoot your cum in my
cunt!"
     Grunting with approval of her submission, the older, heavily sweating
man increased the tempo of his thrusts, grinding hard and deep into her so
that his rigidly pistoning cock bored far up into the hidden recesses of
her swaying young belly.  Her naked breasts heaved and quivered up against
the pressure of his sweating chest, the tiny hard nipples digging into him
like the buttons of a coat.  The fire of sheer animal desire flared madly
in his lunging groin and he too was now aware of nothing else in the world
but the exciting fact that this beautiful young girl, the wife of his
smart-assed magazine editor, was going insane beneath him, bucking her
satiny ass and kicking with her heels against his broad shoulders as he
fucked more and more savagely into her.  Of all the hot bitches he had
fucked in this very office, this one was among the best, if not the very
best, and this time, he planned to make sure that it would be a special
occasion.  This tender little piece was going to be doing everything he
wanted until the day her punk husband got wise to what was going on, if he
ever did.
     "Oh, ooooohhhhh, Goooooddddd! I'm cumming ... I'm cummmmming
nowwwww!" Kathy suddenly squealed in a high-pitched voice as she locked
her slim ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring, sweat
slickened torso.  Her passion-imprisoned body heaved and she held on to
him desperately, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a
pulsating rhythm that served to spew her orgasmic fluids out around his
still hard driving cock.  It trickled hotly down the wide-split crevice of
her buttocks, soaking his heavily slapping balls and the two fingers
buried all the way to the hilt up in her tiny puckered rectum.
     He felt her jerk up toward him, the lips of her hotly seething little
cunt working and sucking at his imbedded, marble-hard prick as though
trying to milk him dry.  Her breath was coming in short, panting gasps and
he frantically withdrew to thrust deep in again, feeling his own hot
boiling sperm suddenly race up from his balls, jetting from the tip of his
heavily throbbing cock and far on up into her soft quivering belly.
     Kathy's lust-crazed brain whirled in mindless sensuality as the
burning, powerful squirts of her husband's boss' cum surged into her,
filling her with warm sticky wetness and mingling with her own cum juices
in a wet pool of forbidden joy that the astonished young blonde had never
before imagined.  Then, after a long moment of gasping sighs, Kathy's
trembling, perfectly-sculptured body was drained of everything, and her
passion spent limbs collapsed loosely onto the cushions as Max's grip on
her buttocks slowly relaxed.  She shuddered for a second as he pulled his
fingers from her tiny stretched anus with a soft wet hissing sound, then
lay motionless, her body beaten and satiated as it had never been before.
Tears welled in her cocoa-brown eyes as a sense of shame and humiliation
rushed over her and she suddenly remembered where she was and just whose
thick penis it was that was still soaking deep in her warmly pulsating
vagina.
     "Please, get off me, Mr. Alexander," she said finally, attempting to
regain a little of the dignity that had been torn from her in the debasing
sexual experience she had just undergone.  "I ... I have to go home to
cook m-my h-husband's dinner."
     The mention of Henry brought fresh tears trickling from her eyes and
she wondered how she would ever explain her long absence to him.  No
matter what he might have said last night, she had no valid excuse for
allowing a virtual stranger to ravage her body this way and she silently
vowed that Henry must never, never know about what she had done.
     "Oh, of course, my dear," the older man smiled condescendingly down
at her misery.  "Here, let me pull it out."
     She closed her eyes to the sight of his lewd grin and quivered
slightly as she felt him lift his hips, slipping his now-soft penis from
her sperm flooded vagina with a soft, wet sucking noise.  A cool rush of
fresh air flowed over her loins when he rolled from her body, lowering his
spent body to the floor beside the couch, and she heaved a long sigh of
anguished relief.
     Kathy had heard no sound and had not even realized that someone could
have quietly opened the office door and slipped inside, until the sound of
a woman's deep-throated chuckle made her eyes flutter open once again.
The nakedly lying girl's mouth fell open in horrified dismay as she saw a
statuesque, raven-haired woman, clad in an expensive looking red knit
suit, lounging gracefully on the far arm of the leather sofa, her shapely
crossed legs resting a few inches from where Kathy's shoeless feet had
fallen limply on the cushions only a few moments before.
     "Oh, God ... oh no," Kathy sobbed in incoherent horror at the idea of
another woman, probably some business associate of her husband, Henry,
seeing her like this, limbs askew and her belly filled with the lewd
wetness of Max Alexander's expended orgasm.  Her well-used body lurched to
a sitting position and she pulled her long legs tightly under her,
crossing her arms over the front of her body in a vain attempt to hide her
nakedness.
     "Well, well, if it isn't June!" Max boomed heartily as he too noticed
the other woman in the office for the first time.  "As you can see, my
natural impulses got the best of me.  If you hadn't dressed, baby, you
could have joined the party!"
     "So I see," the gorgeous dark-haired woman answered calmly as she
wryly surveyed Kathy's still-cowering figure.  "You said this would be
interesting ... and I certainly hope it is, Max."
     Kathy's dark brown eyes widened in shock as she listened to the
conversation going on around her and she suddenly decided that this lovely
woman must be Max Alexander's wife.  Despite the fear that had filled her
only a second ago, she now felt only compassion for the mature beauty who
sat at her feet and she sympathetically remembered all the hurt and horror
she herself had felt at the idea of her own husband making love to the
gorgeous models he used in the magazine.
     "Oh, Mrs. Alexander, forgive me," the strawberry blonde sobbed out,
trying desperately to assuage what she imagined was the terrible pain the
older woman must be experiencing.  "I don't know what happened ... It was
all my fault ... I swear I'll never come into this place again ... I'll
never be going near your husband ..."
     "Oh, for God's sake, calm down.  Max is entitled to a little strange
pussy once in a while."
     "Please don't blame him ... I don't know how to convince you ..."
Kathy went on tearfully, then faltered as the brunette's coolly uttered
words penetrated her tortured consciousness.  The humiliated young wife
had been wringing her hands and staring down at the carpet all the time
she was talking, but now as she looked up beseechingly, Kathy saw that the
other woman did not appear upset in the least.  To the contrary, the dark-
haired woman's expression was one of slightly bored amusement.
     Confused, Kathy turned to Max for some sort of explanation but was
met with the sight of his bulky naked body doubled over in silent
laughter.  She watched in astonishment as he righted himself with effort
after retrieving one of his expensive Havana cigars from the pocket of his
fallen jacket.
     "I-I don't understand ... I should leave,"  Kathy murmured to no one
in particular and she was about to swing her legs off the couch when Max
reached out and placed his hand firmly on one of her smooth creamy knees.
     "Not so fast, baby," Max grinned sardonically around the fat cigar in
his mouth.  "Don't you want to meet your new boss, or have you changed
your mind about your job ... and your hubby's?"
     "My new boss?" Kathy repeated blankly as she tried to make her
exhausted mind operate efficiently once again.  "But I thought ... isn't
she your---"
     "No, darling, I'm the public relations department, the personal
public relations department," June interrupted smoothly, then chuckled at
the look of startlement and confusion that again crossed Kathy's sweet
young face.  "My name is June Stillson and I am the closest thing to a
wife Max has," she added slightly more threateningly and then looked at
Max.  "Is she going to be my assistant?"
     "You got it, baby.  You keep telling me that you can't handle all of
my business associates, so now you've got someone to help you share the
load," Max chortled to his mistress, his penetrating gaze roaming
insultingly over Kathy's still-unclothed body.
     "But Max, I---" June began.
     "You can have her do shows for the guys, just the way she performed
for you this afternoon."  Once again his eyes lingered approvingly on the
ripe young contours of Kathy's lush form.  "You have to admit, June, that
she did very well ... very well indeed."
     "All right Max!" June snapped bitterly.  Kathy's gaze darted up to
catch a gleam of unmistakable jealousy in the older woman's expression.
The youthful wife felt a sudden pang of apprehension about her future but
then quickly forgot it as the lovely brunette turned to face her with an
inquiring smile.  "Do you think you can handle it, dear?  Even Max, the
stud here, can't come up to some of the monsters we'll have to ...
entertain.  And sometimes they get a little strange when they're drunk ...
I just thought I should warn you."
     "You don't mean that I have to ... to make love with strange men?"
Kathy gasped in disbelief as she stared from one to the other of her two
tormentors.  As before, she was threatened by the cruel sarcasm that she
thought she had heard in June Stillson's voice and she wondered if this
was not some cruel trick they had contrived to humiliate her even more.
But she could see from the sadistic, gloating expression on Max's face
that it was all true.  She had been led into a vicious trap, like an
unsuspecting baby lamb, and there was no way out for her.  She knew it
now, just as she had known it when Max had called her a whore earlier,
when his vile erect cock had been spearing in and out of her obscenely
eager vagina.  She had made herself into no more than a common slut when
she had given in to the seemingly irresistible temptation this afternoon,
and now she would have to do whatever those two horrible blackmailers
wanted---if she wanted to keep her marriage intact.  There was no other
way, except to let Henry lose his job, and besides, she was certain that
Max would happily blackmail her with what had happened today in his
office.  She knew that her husband would never forgive her if he should
ever find out the awful truth.
     "I---I guess I have no choice," she said slowly, trying to blink back
the tears of pitiful frustration and shame that were filling her eyes.
The pretty little blonde stared hard into both June Stillson's and Max
Alexander's faces, trying to find some pity or compassion in their
expressions, but she found only two pairs of coldly amused eyes.  Their
demon-like indifference to her distress filled her with deep resentment
over the injustice of her situation but she could do absolutely nothing
but gaze  contemptuously back at them.  "May I go home now?  I mean, are
you finished with me yet," she finally asked icily.
     "Not for a long time, baby," Max quipped, leering hungrily again at
her naked body as she rose upright from the couch, stepping carefully over
his unclad body, still seated on the floor, to reach the crumpled heap of
her clothing lying on the plush carpet a few feet away.
     June scowled irritably and then turned toward the miserable young
woman, saying, "Pouting won't get you anywhere, honey, and I don't have
time to play games with you.  Take the job or forget it.  And remember,
nobody's forcing you to work for Alexander Steel Company," she added with
a sly, ironic grin of insolence and spite.
     "That's right," Max smirked evilly.  "Now, I think you ought to start
work tomorrow."
     "Yes, if you want me to," Kathy nodded humbly as with down cast eyes
she hurriedly put on her clothes, tears of stinging shame and resignation
spilling at last in tiny wet trails down her flushed cheeks.  "I'll do
anything to save Henry's job and ... and our marriage."
     "Don't worry, sweetie, you'll have to," Max rasped ominously as he
also rose to his feet.  "But right now, I'll give you your first paycheck,
in advance, just to make your new job look a little more attractive to
you.  As I recall, money was your problem, wasn't it?"
     Without waiting for her reply, the hulking executive strode calmly
back to his desk on the other side of the room, his long thick penis
dangling like a vulgar length of limp hose under his softening belly as he
bent slightly over to open a desk drawer and rummage around inside.  Kathy
saw a brief flash of green as he nonchalantly stuffed several bills into a
white legal-size envelope and sealed it with a swipe of his fleshy red
tongue.
     "There you are, kid," he said fliply, tossing the envelope toward her
across the broad expanse of shinning wooden desk.  "And if you want more,
you'd better come up with a convincing story about what you're really
doing on your new job.  I'd hate to be forced to tell my version of
everything to young Henry if he came storming in here, yelling rape."
     "Oh yes, I can just see it now---Henry Cummings' cute golden-haired
little wife trying to explain to him what she does during her afternoons,"
June exclaimed gaily, her interest renewing in the younger woman.  With a
wry teasing smile, she added, "You can tell him for me that if he ever
wants to get into the act, I'll be right up here in my office waiting for
him.  He looks a little green, but hell, he might be taught to be a great
lay."
     Her last mocking words were lost on Kathy, who had grabbed up her
purse and the envelope from Max's desk and hurried out of the room, a
muffled sob her only farewell.  After the door slammed shut behind her,
the silence in the office was broken only by the sound of Max Alexander's
self-satisfied laughter.
     "Dammit, Max, be quiet," his black-haired mistress hissed suddenly.
     "Why, baby, what's the matter," the naked, greying company president
inquired facetiously, a look of injured innocence clouding his face.  "You
said that I deserved a little "strange pussy" now and then, and anyway, I
told you I'd explain everything."
     "Well, I hope you have a good reason for picking on the kid like
that," she said with disgust in her voice.  "Now I'll bet you're too worn
out to take me to dinner as you promised."
     "Aw, hell, since when did a good fuck ever wear out Maxwell
Alexander?" he cackled in amusement, shrugging his shoulders as he added:
"So what's your problem, baby?"
     "Nothing, Max, nothing at all, except that I got a good look at you
two going at it before you noticed me in here.  And, if you want to know
the truth, I can't remember the last time you fucked the way you were
laying into that innocent little bitch!" June spat.
     "Why, honey, don't tell me you're jealous of that naive little girl,"
he crooned mockingly but smiling affectionately at the fuming brunette.
"Don't play the dumb cocktail waitress with me, because I know you better
than that---and anyway, you're hotter in bed than ten of those silly little
broads."
     "Well, maybe I was jealous," she muttered in a low voice, somewhat
mollified by his words, "but now that you've had your fun with her, we'll
hand her over to your wolfish business pals.  We wouldn't want to risk
having her husband catch her with you, the boss, would we?"
     "Okay, okay," Max soothed her, circling around the desk to enfold her
in his brawny arms.  "When did I ever do anything you didn't like?"
     "Ever since the night I met you, you horny old bastard," June shot
back, but smiling now as she allowed herself to be crushed tightly to his
naked hairy chest.
     Max knew that the crisis was over, for the moment anyway, and
released her so that he could reach down and retrieve his clothing from
the floor.  The middle-aged steel magnate's mind was already working out
plans for the next time he got that sweet-assed little blonde in his
hands.  "Ahhhh," he sighed satisfactorily to himself.  "He would teach
that young magazine editor of his to forget his picture, he would teach
him well!"



                            Chapter 5

     "Where have you been, honey?  I've been home for nearly an hour and
dinner isn't even started yet!" the youthful masculine voice came from
inside the living-room as Kathy stealthily pushed open the door of their
attractive suburban home.  She had made infuriatingly slow connections on
the buses out of Los Angeles and had hoped to be able to sneak into the
house and make some plausible excuse to Henry about gossiping away the
afternoon with a neighbor.  But now, as she heard the sound of her
husband's footsteps coming toward her from their living room with its big
picture window facing the street, she knew that he must have seen her
hurrying up the sidewalk from the bus-stop at the corner.
     "I'm sorry, darling.  I went into the city today," she called back,
meekly lowering her voice as Henry's slender, solid form appeared in the
doorway from the living room.  "I got back as soon as I could."
     "Dammit, have you been out shopping again, Kathy?" he interrupted,
his blue eyes glowering beneath his thick shock of unruly dark brown hair.
"I don't see any packages, so I assume you've bought one of the larger so-
called necessities of life.  What is it this time, a baby grand piano or a
mink coat that they're going to deliver tomorrow?"
     "Oh, Henry, don't be silly," the sweet-faced blonde girl giggled
nervously as she suddenly felt an unreasoning fear that her husband might
somehow guess what had really happened to her in his boss' office that
afternoon.  Her slender fingers gripped more tightly the handle of her
leather purse which contained the envelope that Max Alexander had given
her.  Gazing timidly up at Henry through her long, golden lashes, she
tremulously explained, "I ... I went in for something else, darling ... to
see someone."
     "Sure, sure, you always go in for something else," he said, shaking
his handsome head skeptically.  "But someone always manages to sell you
something while you're there.  Whatever it is, you're going back into town
tomorrow and get your money back.  I don't work forty hours a week in the
Alexander Building so that we'll starve when we're old, Kathy.  It's about
time you started remembering that."
     Kathy raised her eyes to silently protest his automatic assumption of
her extravagance, but it was too late.  Having completed his tirade, her
husband turned on his heel and strode back into the living room, and a
moment later, the house was filled with the sound of the nightly
television news broadcast.
     For the briefest second, the shapely young wife was sorely tempted to
march right into the middle of Henry's precious news program and tell him
how very wrong he was about what she had done that afternoon, tell him
about her new job and the envelope that was in her purse.  But guilt and
fear held her back.  She was afraid that once she began to tell the story
of her meeting with Maxwell Alexander, she might accidentally let slip
some incriminating detail, alerting him to the fact that his seemingly
trust-worthy young wife had made a grave mistake that day, had lost the
innocence and virtue that he had always so delighted in.  Just the thought
of how she had behaved in Mr. Alexander's office, willingly allowing that
filthy old man to take the most indecent liberties with her body, made
tears of shame spring into Kathy's big brown eyes and she rushed back into
the kitchen to busy herself with preparing Henry's dinner before she broke
down altogether.
     For a moment or two, the pretty young blonde bustled around her
bright, modern kitchen, pulling cans from the cupboards and pork chops
from the refrigerator, trying to pretend that this was a day just like any
other, but her vision kept returning to the kitchen table.  As she opened
the canned peas and poured them into a saucepan, her thoughts kept going
back to that moment on the bus when she had remembered the white envelope
that had still been clenched tightly in her hand.  Wanting to throw the
unwelcome reminder of her horrible afternoon out the window of the moving
bus and yet wondering how highly Maxwell Alexander had valued the
afternoon's experience, Kathy had impulsively torn open the envelope.  One
glance at the contents had left her white with shock and she had anxiously
stuffed it deep into her handbag, not wanting the other passengers on the
roaring vehicle to see the tangible proof of her guilt.
     But now, in the kitchen of the home she had shared for six months
with her husband, still smarting from the tongue-lashing Henry had so
unfairly bestowed upon her, Kathy's thoughts returned to the envelope with
a slightly different attitude.  There was now money in her purse, a great
deal of money, and after all, what had Henry been so upset about?  Why
else had she gone to Maxwell Alexander's office in the first place, if not
to find an opportunity to help with her and Henry's financial situation.
The beautiful young woman reasoned carefully as she slowly peeled potatoes
over the sink.  It was vile and disgusting to make love to other men
behind her husband's back, she knew, but if it could save their suddenly
shaky marriage, was it too great a price to pay?
     Suddenly, with an expression of unusual determination on her face,
Kathy set down the potato and peeler and turned around to face the kitchen
table, hurriedly wiping her hands on a dishtowel she had grabbed from a
rack near the sink.  Only her wide eyes showed her anxiety as she reached
out and fumbled with the clasp of the leather bag, finally opening it and
pulling the crumbled white envelope out of the very bottom.
     At first, she hesitated to look into it staring instead beseechingly
at the door to the living room, as though mutely pleading for a
compassionate reprieve from the future that fate seemed to have designed
for her.  But nothing issued from beyond that door but the sound of the
evening news and at last with a sigh, she withdrew the contents of the
envelope.  Closing her mind to everything else, to the brassy sounds of
the television and the persistent, slightly painful tingle between her
thighs that served as a nagging reminder of her betrayal of her marriage
vows, Kathy slowly and deliberately counted the money, twice.
     It was five hundred dollars, more than her husband made in two weeks!
It was twenty times the amount she had spent at the bargain sale yesterday
and if he never found out how she had gotten it, it was more than enough
to make Henry view her in a new light, to start talking to her like an
equal again and maybe even to care enough about her to take time and much-
needed care with their sex life, talking about new things and making love
considerately like he used to.
     Even in her intense concentration, Kathy was suddenly aware of the
click of the television off-switch and then the low footsteps that
suddenly filled the silence of the house.  In her panicky fear of
discovery, the frightened girl could think of nothing to do but hide the
five hundred dollars behind her back as she heard Henry coming toward the
kitchen.
     "Honey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have jumped on you like that," his
apologetic voice came into the back of the house even before his
sheepishly smiling face appeared in the kitchen doorway.  "The printer
forgot to put Mr. Alexander's picture in the magazine and I'm just worried
about the explosion that's coming tomorrow when he notices it.  What did
you do downtown today, anyway?"
     "Well ... Well, I ... " Kathy faltered, trying desperately to conjure
up some reason for their newfound wealth, "I saw ... a lawyer," she
suddenly decided aloud, a smile of profound relief lighting up her
naturally sunny facial features as she seized upon the bold lie.  "D-did I
ever tell you about my great-aunt in Baltimore? She ... she died."
     "Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Henry blurted out consolingly, rushing up to
wrap his arms around her slim shoulders as he saw her soft lower lips
begin to quiver and her eyes grow shiny with real tears.
     "No, you don't understand," the young blonde wife said, no longer
able to hold back her tears of helpless misery.  Tearing free of his
embrace, she tried frantically to smile as she brought her hands from
where they had been hidden behind her back and pressed the hundred-dollar
bills into his hand.  "Here ... the lawyer gave me this ...  She left me
the money.  Now we don't have to worry about  ... about money anymore,"
she explained through her uncontrollable sobbing.
     Her good-looking husband stared at her, first in astonishment then
with concern as he thought he began to understand the true reason for her
distress.  Tossing the money down on the kitchen table, he laced his wiry
arm around Kathy's tiny waist and drew her closer to him, until her head
nestled warmly into his shoulder.  Softly stroking her face with his other
hand, he murmured gently, "I'm so sorry, honey.  I didn't think you were
taking our money problems to heart so much or I never would have been so
hard on you.  It's not that important.  It really isn't."
     "I know, darling, I know," Kathy gasped out through her tears as she
leaned wearily against the comforting warmth of her husband's tall form.
In her heart, however, the voluptuous young wife was thinking something
that was entirely different, for Henry was holding her tenderly, speaking
more gently with her than he had done in weeks, making a real effort to
understand how she felt.  He seemed suddenly different now, radically
changed from the way he had acted toward her for such a long time, changed
from the way he had acted when she had walked in the door only fifteen
minutes ago.  And to her mind, there was only one thing that could account
for the sudden shift in his whole attitude toward her.
     Kathy's brown-eyed gaze drifted to the tiny pile of green one hundred
dollar bills that lay on the kitchen table and she realized that, yes, she
definitely would be returning to the Alexander Building, tomorrow as she
had promised.



                            Chapter 6

     June Stillson sighed in disgust and slowly settled her excitingly
naked body into an easy chair close to the huge king-size bed, reaching up
beside her then to pull a small, secret switch recessed in the bedroom
wall.  It was located next to the huge mirror facing the colossal double
bed that filled most of the room.
     Earlier that morning, Max had instructed his cooperative brunette
mistress to operate the trick two-way mirror when things "got
interesting," so that he could watch through from the other side of the
glass next to his office desk.  A visiting executive from a cutlery firm
was breaking in Max's pretty new public relations assistant.
     The statuesque brown-haired June leaned even further back now in the
overstuffed chair so that, on the other side of the mirror, Max would not
be able to see the sullen displeased expression on her face as he
gleefully observed the lewd sight of the naked young Kathy Cummings and
the bald, over-weight businessman thrashing together lustfully on the
well-placed bed.  After another ample dose of the company president's
potent absinthe, the young willowy-limbed blonde seemed to be fucking
herself half crazy with Max's flabby business associate.  June scowled at
the transparent delight on the fat man's face, a man whom she had always
entertained before today.  It made her sick, she thought infuriatedly to
herself, that this stupid little blonde cunt, a girl almost young enough
to be her own daughter, could have simply strolled into Max's office one
day and the next be sharing with her the private office and penthouse
apartment after letting the boss fuck her only one time.  The gorgeous
brunette angrily imagined her wealthy fifty-three year-old lover sitting
at his immense desk in the office on the other side of the wall.  She
could just see him as he gazed lost in concentration through the two-way
mirror at Kathy Cummings' flawless, exquisitely symmetrical body, legs
spread wide, writhing passionately under the paunchy, short cutlery
executive.  His heavy, log-sized cock was plainly visible driving deep
into the soft hairlined folds of her ravenously working young cunt.  June
knew instinctively that Max was probably jerking-off, just as he said he
often did as he watched her involved in some obscene act with one of his
visiting business friends.
     She turned her head defiantly away from the coarse spectacle---one
that she had been told by Max to "supervise" and battled with herself to
control the jealousy and hurt that she felt damming up within her.  Even
though Max had fully assured her yesterday that her position with him was
secure, she could not control the unsettling, nagging doubts about the
stability of their relationship.  Certain questions she could not answer
were running rampant through her mind.  Just what did this girl have that
made her so incredibly attractive to him, she wondered anxiously.  Or was
it as he had said only last night, that he merely wanted to teach Kathy's
"insolent punk husband" a lesson?  June wanted to blindly believe that the
answer to the last question was "yes" ...  After all, she convinced
herself, Max had said that the sole reason he had not called Henry in for
an "ass-chewing" right away---right after he had noticed the editor's
omission of the photograph in the company magazine---was because he wanted
to dream up a special revenge against the irresponsible younger man, one
that would "hit the kid where he lives."
     "Wow, that sure is one fine piece of ass!  I couldn't have gone any
longer, not for all the money in the world, but the little lady doesn't
look like she's complaining," a weakened male voice, wheezing with
exhausted satiation, came to June's ears.  Looking up with a little jump
of startlement, the sinuous dark-haired woman saw that the tubby little
businessman was addressing her as he pulled on his clothes, pausing
momentarily to wipe the tiny beads of sweat glimmering on his forehead
despite the air-conditioned coolness of the "guest" bedroom.  Beyond him,
June could see Kathy's supple, perfect body sprawled obscenely across the
bed, legs still spread obscenely wide and a look of utter peace and
contentment lighting her angelic facial features.  The thin, blonde
fringed furrow of her well-fucked young vagina was still spread and
glistening from the fat man's ejaculation into and on it.
     "Well, I'm certainly glad you enjoyed yourself," June commented
stiffly, smiling with wane graciousness.  "Kathy seems absolutely ecstatic
about you, but then, of course, I always wait very anxiously for your
visits here, too."
     "Yeah, I have to admit it, I did a great job with that little girl,"
he puffed absently, as though he had not heard a word June had said.
"Well, I guess you could say I was rarin' to go.  Max certainly does know
how to pick them, by God!"
     "Why, Mr. Bates, aren't you going back into his office?" June asked
quickly, alarmed that something actually had gone wrong on the bed.  God,
Max would never forgive her if she had just sat there while the Cummings
girl alienated one of their best customers with her girlish innocence
about the facts of really satisfying sex.
     "Hell no," the customer chuckled cheerily, "I'm just worn out, that's
all.  Jesus, I haven't had such a fresh young fuck in years!"
     "How ... nice," June barely managed to say through her suddenly
jealously contracting throat.  Though she was dangerously far into her
late thirties, the well-experienced brunette had never had the least fear
of increasing age taking its toll on her well preserved looks.  Not until
now, that is.  Rousing her curvaceous full-breasted body from the chair,
she led the now completely dressed man to the back exit of the bedroom,
forcing herself to feign politeness as she explained with a low, sultry
smile, "I'd walk you out to the hallway, Mr. Bates, but as you may have
noticed, I'm not properly dressed to be seen by the secretaries."
     "No, you're not," the barrel-bellied little man replied with a lewd
little grin as he buttoned the front of his navy flannel suit jacket and
ran his eyes up and down her nakedly curved form.  Then, as if realizing
for the first time that the more mature woman might have felt slighted by
what he had said, he patted her buttocks with a patronizing gesture of
assurance.  "Don't worry, baby, I'll give it to you next time around."

                           *    *    *

     It was two days later and June still felt herself fighting the
impulse to scream out loud, to shout out her jealous anger, or worse, to
physically attack the sweet-faced blonde lying again in a half-doze of
bliss on her, June Stillson's own work bed.  But instead, she began slowly
to dress for the meeting she had arranged with the little bitch's husband.
Her naturally beautiful face was darkened by a bitter smile as she
buttoned up the front of her dress and carefully adjusted her well-coifed
hair and costly make-up.  Actually, there was no need for her to be
alluring and sexy for this pre-arranged meeting with Henry Cummings, she
mused sarcastically; hell, especially not since she had told him that Max
Alexander, the Company president, himself, wanted his employee in for a
private conference in his office.  That good-looking college kid type
would come without a moment's delay, just like any other sane employee at
Alexander Steel!  What Cummings would be a little surprised to find out,
though, is that Max would not be there or even know about her, meeting
with his magazine editor.  If everything went according to the plan that
she was now forming in her jealously scheming mind, she would have her own
taste of grand revenge before the day was over.
     She chuckled to herself with sardonic satisfaction as she left her
office and glided toward the elevator, thinking that there would be no one
in Max's office but nice, unsuspecting Henry Cummings and the two-way
mirror ... except, of course for June herself.  And she wanted to be
damned sure that poor, hurt Henry would come running to her for comfort
when he recognized the actual identity of the blonde girl being fucked
half senseless by three men on the other side of the mirror.  Hell, she
mused as her grin widened, a girl had to protect her ego and her number
one job against threats somehow.



                            Chapter 7

     "Here, Henry, you sit down right here," June said with counterfeit
sweetness as she seized the handsome magazine editor's arm and made
certain that he was comfortably seated in one of the strategically placed
chairs in Max's office that faced both his empty desk as well as the
special mirror on the wall beside it.
     It was Friday afternoon, two days since Kathy Cummings had worked her
first day in the "Public relations" department for Alexander Steel, and it
was also the day that Max always left work early to fly to his week-end
desert home in Palm Springs to be there in time for dinner.
     'Mr. Alexander said that he'll be with you pretty soon.  He'd like
you to just wait here for him," June glibly lied.
     "Uh?? ...  Oh yeah, thanks, June," Henry said with a preoccupied air.
He was deeply lost in thought when the brunette tressed beauty slipped out
of the room, back into her own office again, the door closing almost
soundlessly shut behind her.  This whole thing seemed very unusual and had
him more than a little worried.  The mysterious way that June Stillson,
Max's very own personal assistant, had come down to see Henry yesterday
with only the cryptic message that he should keep his Friday afternoon
free had left him guessing for all this time about what was going on.
     Henry had no doubt that Max wanted to see him about the omission of
the big man's picture in New World Steel but why would he send June down
again today just to escort him up to the top floor, leading him into the
boss's office through her own office, instead of through the reception
room as usual?  The young husband became even more apprehensive as he
suddenly remembered that, curiously enough, the chief company executive
never saw anyone on Friday afternoons.  It just did not make sense, he
decided worriedly, and with the anxiousness of a man awaiting the Last
Judgment, he withdrew a budget report from his coat pocket and began to
figure out what costs he would offer to cut back on when Max Alexander
informed him that he was cutting down the magazine budget.

                           *    *    *

     Kathy lay naked on the enormous bed in the next room, draining off
the last of the third glass of the licorice-flavored liquid that June had
earlier urged her to drink, little realizing what was lying in store for
her.  After what had happened two days ago with that disgusting little man
from the silverware company, or whatever it was, the pretty blonde wife
had been almost certain that Max's "special drink" contained some
aphrodisiac qualities, or she would never have had that overwhelming
orgasm that she had experienced with the fat, loathsome businessman.  As
horrified and ashamed as she had felt, it had taken all of her willpower
not to actually thank Max when he had awakened her several hours later and
announced that she would be free until the next week.  It had been such a
relief to simply stay at home, delighting in the honest housework that had
irritated her so much a few days ... a relief, that is, until June had
telephoned early this morning with the message that Kathy would have to
come to the office this afternoon.
     The beautiful young housewife had felt full of dread and self-pity
when June had called right after Henry had left for work.  Her sense of
misgiving had increased even more when she had arrived at the
receptionist's desk a while ago and been hustled off immediately by June
to the bedroom, without even seeing Max as she had before.  Somehow, the
fact that she had not seen the middle-aged executive made Kathy fear that
June might be acting on her own authority, perhaps in retaliation for the
jealousy that the older woman had obviously felt when she discovered Max
with her on the couch in the executive's office.  Still, she did not dare
defy June's stern commands to undress herself and lie down in the bed, and
she had been grateful when she had accepted the several drinks offered to
her, hoping that they would somehow calm her nerves.
     "Christ, it's about time we got a look at this little blonde you've
been telling us about, June baby," a deep masculine voice sounded
impatiently as the bedroom door clicked open.  "If she's just half as good
as this wild pad of yours, it'll be better than anything I've had since
you left the Flaming Cockadoo Club."
     "Hell, yeah! the place just ain't the same without you, baby," two
other male voices chimed in, causing Kathy's head to jerk sharply around
on the pillow to see the men who were entering the lavish bedroom.  Her
face gaped open in astonishment as she saw June leading in three
completely naked men.  By the looks of their bristly unshaven faces, the
frightened young girl knew immediately that these three were not business
friends of Max and she trembled as she noticed their devouring eyes
flicker in open appreciation of the delicious feast of her naked body
spread out on the bed before them.
     "Kathy, my dear, today I've brought some of my friends to be
entertained," June's saccharin-sweet voice murmured as, still completely
dressed herself, she led the unsavory-looking trio up to the over-sized
bed.  "I want you to be as nice to them as you were to Max's friend the
other day.  Do anything they want, do you understand?"
     "But ... but I work for Max," Kathy protested feebly, her big
beautiful eyes wide with real fear now.
     "That's only when he's here to protect you, kid," June rejoined
smoothly.  "And by the way, this room has been completely sound-proofed,
so feel free to struggle and make as much noise as you like.  You
certainly won't bother anybody."
     The stunning older woman cast one last cruelly triumphant smile
toward the cowering naked girl and then moved gracefully out of the room,
closing and noisily locking the door behind her.
     Kathy's terrified eyes flew back immediately to the little group next
to the bed and as she saw a skinny, hawk-faced man with grey hair separate
himself from his companions, moving determinedly toward her, the panicky
realization of her dangerous position made her throw one long tapered leg
over the edge of the mattress in an effort to escape.  She was just on the
verge of leaping from the bed when the bony, approximately fifty year-old
man reached out with one oily hand and brushed his fingertips lightly over
the cringing tips of her full white breasts.  She recoiled back against
the pillows as an indescribably electrifying shock raced through her
voluptuous body, lighting tiny fires on her aphrodisiac heated nerve-ends
until she relaxed involuntarily back on the mammoth mattress, helpless
against the little pin-pricks of pleasurable sensation tingled over her
creamy naked flesh.  "Wow, I don't know what June used to get this chick
all heated up like this, but I sure could use some for my old lady," a
stumpy-bodied but powerfully-built blonde man chuckled coarsely from the
side of the bed.
     "Shit, who cares?" the pimply-faced, redheaded boy beside him barked
impatiently.  "If Lenny don't fuck her right away I sure as hell will!"
     "Just hold up there, stud," the older wiry man named Lenny said
threateningly as the ruddy-faced adolescent moved forward as if to
bulldoze past him to get to Kathy.  "Age before beauty, you know, and
besides?  You're only here because June didn't believe the stories she's
heard about your big cock.  Now, the senior Flaming Cockadoo Club people
get first dibs, you hear?"
     Kathy barely heard the boy's mumbling, abashed reply.  She was too
involved in trying to comprehend the insane sensations that were now
shooting out of control through her tortured nerves.  God, not even that
first day with Max had started out quite like this---but then suddenly she
realized what was happening to her.  The drink!  She had drunk too much,
she knew now, but there was nothing she could do about it as the skinny
man again leaned licentiously over the side of the bed and began running
his hands over the smooth white curves of her defenseless body.  Every
inch of her smooth young skin seemed to be throbbing with mind-boggling
surges of fiery need and her buttocks began to grind desperately down into
the sheets to quench a searing passion that was licking hungrily at her
trembling loins.
     "Ooooohh," she breathed tremulously as Lenny's dirty, uncut
fingernails teasingly traveled up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs,
digging down between them to boldly touch the rising pink bud of her
pulsating clitoris.  The sweet burning itch of lust rippled out from the
tiny nub, snaking over her now-quivering belly and out into the pinkly
throbbing tips of her nipples at the ends of her breasts.  An itch that
overcame the humiliation and fear of having two strange hands roaming over
her nakedness.
     The skinny man's tongue licked nervously over his twitching mouth as
small beads of sweat began to form on his upper lip.  Most women had
always shunned him because of his bony body and frightening face, but this
one was acting like she had not had a man in years.  She was a beautiful,
enticing young blonde and he couldn't understand why she was already going
so wild under the stroking of his fingers, but he hardly cared.  If he
stopped to figure it out, she might change her mind ...
     Clambering up onto the mattress, he pushed her gorgeous unresisting
thighs wide apart with the palms of his hands and lunged eagerly between
their lush white fullness.  Kathy was horrified at the joy she felt as the
bed squeaked faintly under the added weight of his body, but she could no
longer control the workings of her body and mind.  The young blonde's
delicious cunt felt like a great burning emptiness that had to be filled
before she went insane.  Without further thought, she reached down between
her body and the hovering stranger's to guide the thick blood-filled head
of his thick, stump-like prick up to the lips of her moistly waiting cunt.
Her columnar legs kicked out uncontrollably and her heels curled around
his broad hips fiercely as she jerked her starving torso upward, wildly
pulling him down to her writhing body.  The flaring bulbous cock-head
lodged securely between the moist warm lips of her pussy and then a deep
groan of wild frustration tumbled from her lips as the lewdly grinning man
levered up on his arms with teasing slowness and painstakingly adjusted
the angle of his body.  Just when it seemed as though she would go mad
from the momentary wait, he crashed his loins down between her open
thighs, ramming the hard fleshy cock as deep as it would go into her
greedily clasping young vagina.  His hairy balls slapped heavily against
her upthrust buttocks and his sinewy sweating stomach thudded hard against
the yielding softness of her nakedly quivering belly.
     Still not satisfied, Kathy strained up against him, wrapping her
slender fingers around his pillowy ass-cheeks in an effort to pull him
deeper into her insanely demanding cuntal passage.
     "Deeper!  For God's sake, fuck deeper!" she wailed in desperation.
     Above her, the thin, grey-haired man puffed and grunted as he grasped
her soft rounded hips and drove his rock-hard prick in to the hilt, but it
was not enough to fill her almost inhuman need.  She groaned in
disappointment, splaying her legs further out over the sides of the bed to
give him greater access but all her efforts were futile.  It was too
short.
     As if to compensate for his shortcomings, the panting man rammed his
tongue deep into her wide open mouth, drooling his saliva down into her
throat.  She sucked at it in a wild frenzy, her body caught up in an
insane whirlpool of sheer raw lust that she never would have believed
existed before this afternoon.  She strained her muscles to meet every
jerking thrust of his pistoning cock, gasping with pain each time his
pelvis smacked against her tender upturned loins with a brutal thud that
resounded loudly through-out the room.
     Then suddenly her breathing quickened as he started to bring her to a
climax with the savage pounding of his body alone.  She humped wantonly
beneath him, fighting insanely for the peak that was so close, when his
short plunging prick abruptly stiffened and began to shoot its white hot
cum juice far into the depths of her tortured womb.
     Kathy cried out in miserable frustration, then furiously pushed away
the now-useless body of the thin, heavily panting man, gasping in anguish
as she felt the exhausted deflating penis slip maddeningly from her still-
churning thighs.  Her own orgasm had been but a moment away and now the
fires still raged on within her drugged and frustrated body.  She
despaired of ever finding relief and threw her arm over her eyes as tears
of disappointment streamed down her passion-flaming cheeks.  Then, through
the haze of her misery, she saw the red-headed youth grinning cockily down
at her from the near side of the bed.  "Oh, please ... please ... I need a
bigger cock ..." she murmured brokenly, her passion driving her beyond the
point of caring how she must look or sound.  "Oh God, get on top of me and
fuck my cunt, please!"
     "Shit, yeah, fuck the bitch, Red," the aquiline man called Lenny said
in angry invitation as he climbed exhaustedly from Kathy's inflamed body
and off the bed, his pride injured by the wanton young wife's expressed
dissatisfaction with the size of his prick.  Then, to Carl, he added,
"Don't worry, pal, we'll find some other place for you to put your cock so
you won't have to wait all afternoon."
     "Hell yes," the teen-ager identified as Red assured the others as he
moved hastily onto the bed, "as soon as I ram this cock of mine in her,
she won't know the difference anyhow."
     Through the stupefying haze of her lust, the blonde haired young
woman barely heard him speak but was grinding her crotch around
frantically below as he moved his hot and ready body up over her young
lithe frame.  Her fiery gaping pussy searched hungrily upward for the
shaft of rigid flesh that would fill its aching need and Kathy gasped in
relief as she felt the pressure of the bulging prick-head against the
hotly pulsating opening.
     The squirming blonde was dimly aware of the others as they whispered
lewd, obscenely mocking comments from above her, but she was numbed now to
any further humiliation.  Nothing was important to her but the blazing
tide of lust that was threatening to carry her past the edge of human
endurance.  Every single muscle in her sexually tensed body was arched
toward that thrilling probe between her trembling thighs until suddenly
the blotchy-faced boy flicked his hips forward.  She felt a sudden sharp
stab of pain as something monstrous, something unnaturally huge pressed
past the throbbing wet lips of her cunt, stretching the soft resisting
flesh almost to the breaking point.  Instinctively, her hand darted down
behind her upturned buttocks and she gasped in amazement as her fingers
encountered the giant pole of flesh that was boring so painfully into the
narrow little passageway between her legs.  My God, it was huge!  The
long, thick organ was even bigger than Max Alexander's giant penis, and
she jerked her hand away from the mammoth fleshy staff in a reflexive
action of horror.  She could never take that thing inside her without its
tearing her intestines to shreds!  Suddenly the terrified young housewife
began to squirm frantically, trying to tear herself away from the
sadistically snickering youth and his inhumanely large sex organ.
     "Help me hold her down you guys," the red-headed young man suddenly
barked laughingly to the two men beside the bed.  "She just got an idea of
what's coming and she ain't sure she wants it yet."
     "Oh God, it's too big!  You'll kill me," she whimpered in fright as
she felt their hands reaching from either side of the mattress, taking
firm hold of her slender ankles, men brutally levering her feet up off the
bed and back over her head until the muscles of her body felt as though
they would snap from the cruel strain.  Her toes were touching the pillow
on either side of her head presenting the whole flat plane of her
defenseless hair-covered pussy up to the wildly grinning redhead to
plunder at will.
     "Aaaaahhh!" Kathy cried out as the youthful boy lunged forward,
thrusting his hips harder than before, sinking the cruel fleshy monster
into her helplessly straining cunt another agonizing inch.  Though she
tried desperately to kick her legs free and escape this inhuman, torturing
impalement, the ruthlessly imprisoning hands held her tight to the
mattress.  There was nothing she could do but clench her eyes tightly shut
against the hideous pain of his slow, relentless penetration.
     Red propped himself up on his hands in the push-up position and
flicked forward again, his toothy grin widening as the fleshy rod was
buried another excruciating inch into Kathy's wide-stretched pussy.
     "Uuuuuggghhh!"
     He thrust forward again.
     "Aaaaaggghhhhh!"
     Kathy felt hot breath blasting down over her nakedness as the two
watchers around the bed crowded in closer, their hungry eyes fixed on the
lust-inciting spectacle of this young blonde beauty being hopelessly
impaled on the adolescent's colossal prick.  She was dimly aware of hands
clawing greedily at her heaving satin-smooth breasts and more hands and
fingers crawling hungrily over every part of her flesh until she was
certain she was covered with tiny crawling animals trying to enter every
opening of her body.  She began to sob hysterically, tears welling in
great gushes from her pain-blinded eyes.
     "Aw, let the little cunt have it all," Lenny muttered vengefully from
somewhere above her.
     Obeying the older man's command, Red pressed forward with a sudden
crushing lurch that plowed the giant long cock deep into Kathy's tight
still-resisting passageway, pressing great waves of her pink soft flesh
rippling before it.  The cringing young wife quaked convulsively as the
gigantic fleshy prick burrowed relentlessly up and up into her belly,
forcing her inner organs to each side of its battering path, smashing
anything that resisted its entry.  It felt as though it were about to come
out of her throat and her mouth if it didn't stop soon.  It was tearing
the soul from her agony-wracked body and was devouring it in great gulps
of depraved sensuality.
     Suddenly, with a bone-shaking jolt, the grunting youth's pelvis
crashed resoundingly against the wide-split crevice of Kathy's upturned
ass and his balls slammed wetly down against the tiny puckered hole of her
flinching anus.
     The huge thick cock was buried to the hilt inside her helplessly
quivering cunt!
     The insolently grinning boy hovered motionless above her until the
impaled beauty's pain-contorted face began to gradually relax, her
tightly-clenched teeth opening in loose surprise as her painfully-
stretched inner flesh slowly grew accustomed to the fantastic inhuman
intrusion.  The leering red-headed boy flexed the giant head of his prick
deep inside her soft white belly bringing another groan of agonized
protest from her trembling lips.  He flexed again, then again, grinning
more wickedly as he heard her pleading groans grow softer and softer as
her hot moist channel stretched and dilated around the heavily-veined
thickness of his gigantic pulsating spear of flesh.  He began a slow
gyrating motion with his pelvis, then, grinding his colossal prick into
her defenseless vagina, straining the still-cringing walls outward until
the long, invading prick fit snugly up into her wide-stretched little
belly like a sword in its sheath.
     June's two other friends leered down to peer lustfully at the
incredible sight of the enormously buried cock, amazed that the tight tiny
hole they had seen between the young blonde's thighs before could have
swallowed the whole length of it.  Again, Kathy felt hands searching
feverishly over the glistening twin moons of her ass-cheeks and she felt
inquisitive fingers pulling cruelly at the fleshy fuzz covered lips that
clamped so tightly around the huge, completely embedded prick.
     She winced as she suddenly felt an anonymous fingertip probe under
the heavy dangling balls pressed into her tiny wrinkled anus, flicking
teasingly at it like a wild, unrelenting tongue.  She stiffened when it
paused and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring,
worming deeply into the tender spongy flesh inside.  It moved slowly
around, expanding the tiny opening until the very palm of the intruding
hand pressed, flat and hard against her rounded straining buttocks, the
whole finger buried securely within the dry throbbing tunnel.
     Kneeling over her helplessly doubled body the spotty-faced youth
suddenly grunted impatiently and began a slow painful fucking motion in
and out of Kathy's moist, wide-stretched pussy.  Grinning triumphantly
above her, he used long, lunging strokes, thrusting forward mercilessly
from the outmost crest of his withdrawal to slam her anguished young body
deep into the mattress with every brutal stroke forward.  The thick middle
finger sunk in her asshole united with the massive, slow-drubbing prick as
a rhythmic fucking team that brought groans of pain and yet, at the same
time, gasps of ecstasy tumbling from her lips in cadence with the double
invasion.  The torturous pain was now miraculously fading and an odd
sensation of tingling pleasure began to mingle with the glorious sheers of
rapturous feeling in her cunt below, building up to form a strange
masochistic excitement until she was lost in an endless soaring flight of
exquisite sensation.
     The muscles of her body began to flex in an unconscious rhythm with
the cock and finger fucking into her vagina and wide-stretched little
anus, starting her hips gyrating with ever-increasing speed to match the
movements of the young brute above her.  Unidentified hands still seemed
to be reaching from everywhere to pinch and knead at her soft, white skin,
driving the lovely blonde's sexually intoxicated body to greater heights
of drug-induced ecstasy.
     "Oh, yes ... fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, squirming her sweating
body to meet the crawling hands and fingers that clutched at her flushed
and tingling flesh.  Her eyes flickered open and she gazed around her in
blurred ecstasy.  Her shifting gaze moved back and forth between the two
strangers bending over the bed, stroking their own rampant cocks in time
to the monstrous prick fucking into her moist, wide-split cunt and the
strange finger ramming ceaselessly into her now eagerly clenching rectum.
She was a prisoner, a captive in this glorious land of cocks, a helpless
prisoner to this beautiful ravishment of her cunt and asshole, pinioned
between their battering slamming strokes like a trapped animal.
     "Oh God, don't stop, don't ever stop!  Fuck me, fuck me!" she crooned
huskily into the air, rotating her upturned ass faster and faster to keep
up with the two pistons of penis and finger pummeling into her like
tireless fucking machines.  Her entire being was centered in her loins and
nothing else mattered now just the surging exciting reality of the hard,
palpitating flesh ramming into her hotly steaming young vaginal furrow.
     Suddenly there was a new movement in the bed, another weight pressing
down the mattress beside her head and, from somewhere above her, she heard
a man's voice say, "Hey, Red, flip her over so I can fuck her mouth while
she's hot!"
     Kathy was too dazed from the force of her sexual frenzy to do
anything but cry out in feeble objection when the rampaging cock was
suddenly withdrawn from her wide stretched pussy.  She no longer struggled
against the eager hands that rolled her squirming body over on the sweat
and cum-soaked sheets until she was resting flat on her stomach.
     "Get up on your knees, bitch," she heard a faraway voice command her,
but before she could move, the other two impatient men had grabbed her
smooth white hips and jerked her to her knees.  She swayed for a moment as
she knelt there on all fours, her dazed brain reeling with the effort of
keeping her captive body erect as they placed her in the lewdly open
kneeling position.  She smiled hazily and groaned as she felt the boy's
huge pulsing cock once again wedging tightly between her open legs.
Unconsciously, she waved the wide stretched moons of her buttocks back at
the young man and felt the huge blunt tip pressing against the now wetly
flooded slit of her hungrily waiting cunt.  With a loud grunt, the boy
lunged forward into her, brutally skewering into her kneeling body with
his short blunt prick and causing her to jump forward, her eyes round and
bulging in surprise at the sudden entry.
     Then, "Oh, no!" she cried soundlessly as she saw a thick, towering
length of cock throbbing heavily before her eyes.  She gazed at it for a
moment, lost in morbid fascination over its primitive appearance, the
pulsing purple veins cording its wide underside and the brittle forest of
blonde pubic hair that curled around its base.  She knew it must belong to
the third man, Carl, and she closed her tear-filled eyes tightly shut when
she saw the looming shaft of flesh move forward to within two inches of
her wet, lipstick-rimmed lips.  Then she felt strange fingers fumbling
with her mouth, trying to force her jaws wide.  She felt a spongy wet knob
of rubbery flesh pressing against her lips.
     "Please, please don't," she mumbled piteously between tightly
clenched teeth.  But the stocky blonde man placed the flat of his hand
against her forehead pushing it back, and with the other hand was trying
to force the wide fanning head of his excitedly oozing cock between the
lushness of her lipstick-rimmed lips.  She felt horror and revulsion and
tried to shake her head away, but it was useless.  The determined Carl's
strength was too great and he held her so that she could not move her head
even an inch.  She could only clench her teeth and lips together as
tightly as she could and try to keep the vile rod of throbbing flesh from
entering her helplessly vulnerable mouth.  But, he would not be denied his
pleasure, not when both of his buddies had already been enjoying her
gorgeous young body.  The excitedly perspiring man increased the pressure
until Kathy felt as though her cock bruised lips were being pushed back
through the sharpness of her own teeth.  She heard him groan and push
against the plush softness, feeling her jaw muscles give and part, tiny
bit by bit, until suddenly he gave an extra hard lunge and crushed through
the moist, soft opening into the velvety warmth of her mouth.  She could
feel the incredible hugeness slither back over her tongue, filling her
cheeks until she was certain she would gag and choke on the hard fleshy
thickness.  She struggled against this obscene rape of her mouth but felt
the boy named, Red, fucking into her from behind, viciously into her
already twice fucked cunt, ramming her forward until the thick pole of
flesh imbedded in her face disappeared deeper between her widely ovaled
lips and wedged back hotly into the narrow channel of her expanded throat.
     Her shame and humiliation returned anew as she felt her upraised
buttocks being swept even wider apart by the thick long penis fucking into
her defenselessly exposed pussy.  Then, suddenly, it began to ram wildly
against her with a vengeance and frantic growing abandon, and she could
sense the men's hands working at her full milky breasts and moving
insultingly down the split of her ass-cheeks to the tiny puckered hole of
her anus.  Carl, in his excited state of animal lust, fucked his big cock
back and forth between her roundly distended lips as he clamped one hand
vice-like behind her slavishly bent head.  The two lust crazed animals
quickened and paced their thrusts into her to match each other's lewdly
timed fucking rhythm.  Kathy kept her eyes closed, still, and felt numb to
the world around her.  Her tortured mind closed out the reality of the
beasts slaving at both ends of her delectable young body and she barely
noticed Red, behind her, momentarily slowed down his fucking into her
helplessly spread loins.
     "Hey, Lenny, you'd better throw that switch by the mirror, like June
said," the young boy called out hoarsely to the one man who was still free
to move around the room.



                            Chapter 8

     For almost an hour, Henry had sat nervously in Max Alexander's roomy,
silent office, growing more and more anxious about the reason for his
summons to the company president's private sanctum.  Every room on the top
floor of the Alexander Building was thoroughly sound-proofed for privacy
and the young editor fidgeted even more when he realized that his boss
could walk in to the office at any moment, without the slightest
announcement, and interrupt his mental meanderings.  As the minutes
dragged endlessly by, Henry laboriously invented and then discarded dozens
of reasons why Max's picture was not included as usual in the magazine.
     Oh, the hell with it, the worried young man finally decided as he
rose from his chair and began to pace quickly back and forth across the
thickly-carpeted floor.  If the old man fired him, he and Kathy would be
able to get by a few weeks on the money Kathy had brought home two nights
ago.  Just the memory of that strange evening in the kitchen made Henry
slow his steps and a worried frown wrinkled his brow.  Though he'd never
asked for details about her windfall inheritance, he had an unshakable
suspicion that Kathy was not telling the entire truth about where she had
obtained the money.  The way she talked about the sizable sum and her
newly-awakened interest in the state of their checking account reminded
Henry of how he had felt when he had first started earning his own living
in college, as a reporter on a small town newspaper.  His frivolous young
wife had never given intelligent consideration to money at all, except
that it was something she needed when she decided to go on a shopping
spree.  But now she seemed to be getting some peculiar sort of
satisfaction from the idea that, all alone, she had increased their bank
account by almost half.
     That had to be it, Henry finally decided, shaking his head in
amusement; she had found herself a job.  But what could she be doing, he
wondered.  Five hundred dollars was a lot of money for a girl to earn who
had married before she had finished college ...
     "You still awake in here, Henry?" June's throaty voice broke into his
thoughts.  He turned to see her entering from her office, closing the
paneled door quickly behind her.  "Max just called and said he's been
delayed.  So I'm supposed to tell you about his new idea."
     "Fine, June," Henry agreed, almost laughing aloud with relief that he
would not have to answer to Mr. Alexander today about that infernal
picture.  He smiled warmly at the voluptuous brunette who had perched
herself impertinently on the edge of Max's desk.  "It's about time we got
together anyway," he added.  "After all, we're both really public
relations people."
     "Ah, we have more things in common than you know, dear," June advised
him with a sly mysterious smile.
     Her dark-eyed gaze lingered caressingly on his face for a moment and
then her expression changed, once again becoming businesslike.  "Anyway,
now that the profits and sales are up so high, Max thought he might have a
little celebration for the board of directors.  A sort of party, if you
know what I mean."
     "No, not exactly," Henry admitted truthfully.
     "Well, you'll find out in a minute," June shrugged.  "He's set up a
sort of preview of the entertainment, so that you can get together and
design a little informational mailer for the members---full color, the
whole works."  She paused a moment then added in a voice full of
insinuation, "I'm certain this girl will pose for any pictures you might
want.  Max pays her very well."
     The young editor was intrigued but asked no more questions.  After
having worked with Max Alexander's idea that innumerable pictures of girls
in bikinis were absolutely necessary to the quarterly corporation, Henry
was fairly certain of what the "entertainment" would consist of.  In fact,
he was flattered that the company president had taken the trouble to set
up a version of the celebration just for him.  After the accidental
omission of Max's picture in the magazine, Henry had been certain that the
boss would dream up some bizarre way to express his great displeasure with
him and the dark-haired young man could barely believe that he had
received no violent repercussions from the seemingly awful mistake.
     "Just watch the mirror," June said softly as she dimmed the indirect
overhead lights in the huge office.  "If it gets to be too much for you,
remember I'm right here beside you.  I've waited a long time to have you
alone in a situation like this."
     "I ... I didn't know that, June," Henry said uncomfortably, confused
by the hot, smoldering glances she was casting provocatively in his
direction.  "But what about Mr. Alexander?  I heard that, well, he and you
.."
     "Really, I wouldn't worry about that too much.  Max is pretty open-
minded when it comes to things like that," the scintillating brunette
purred, swiveling her sexy body around on the shiny surface of the huge
desk so that her dramatically curving form was silhouetted in the light
from the grey-tinted glass behind her.  Suddenly a click was heard in the
almost pregnant stillness of the room and June immediately twisted back
around to face the monstrous mirror at the side of Max's desk.  "Now get a
grip on yourself, love, because this is going to be a scorcher ...  And
remember, I'm right here whenever you need me."
     Henry barely heard her as he stared wonderingly at the wall-size
looking glass, his eyebrows raising in surprise as the mirror first turned
dark, then slowly transparent, revealing a sumptuously-decorated bedroom.
He whistled appreciatively as the writhing trio on the bed came into clear
focus, his sparkling eyes drinking in the lewd sandwiching of a shapely
blonde girl between two viciously fucking men.
     Then Henry stiffened in his chair, his handsome young face paling as
he blinked his eyes in disbelieving horror.  Good God, it can't be!
     His mind blanked completely with paralyzing shock for a moment as he
unwillingly recognized his own naked young wife swaying on her hands and
knees like some kind of low animal bitch in heat between the two dirty-
looking unshaven men.  They were at each end of her on the mattress,
ramming into her mouth and cunt with their lust-hardened cocks!  And she
was not resisting.  Hell, she seemed to be enjoying every obscene second
of it!  He could see that her eyes were closed and that her voluptuous
nude body was so limp and yielding that it rocked back and forth almost
mechanically as the two strangers fucked brutally into her ... sometimes
simultaneously, sometimes out of rhythm in order to slam her into the
other man's waiting groin.  He could not believe it and rubbed his eyes
hard with his knuckles to clear away what might be ... he hoped was ...
just a terrible illusion.  The young husband wanted to scream out his pain
and horror, to turn and race out of the office and down the elevator into
the street outside, to somehow pretend that what he saw through the two-
way mirror was not true, but his whole body was immobilized and he sat
there unmoving as though his own weight were too heavy to lift from the
chair.
     "Surprised to see your little wifey taking on two guys at the same
time---and loving it?" June taunted cruelly.  This was what the embittered
mistress had wanted all along---to get spiteful revenge against couples
like the well-educated young editor and his prissy little wife, the kind
of square, narrow-minded people who had always treated her like trash when
they discovered that Max had taken her out of a cheap nightclub on the
wrong side of town to be his mistress but not his wife.  "Actually, it's a
compliment, Henry," she went on with sardonic humor.  "Max only buys the
best."
     The poor little fool had gone to Max looking for a job, Henry
realized as his mind cleared a little.  He felt a stab of shame that his
own constant denouncements of her silly extravagances had driven his
impressionable young wife to become so deeply entangled in such a
situation.  He tensed his muscles, prepared to rush from his chair and
break into that bedroom if necessary, to rescue Kathy from those lousy
bastards who were so brutally pummeling her helpless body back and forth
between them.  But then, he studied the scene in the glass before him more
carefully, sinking back into his chair miserably as he realized once again
that far from resisting, Kathy was almost insane with ecstasy.  He could
not get a good look at her face, but she was grinding her creamy round
buttocks back against the loins of the red-headed youth behind her like a
hungry whore as his monstrously thick cock fucked in and out of her widely
expanded little pussy like a freight train.
     Good God, the astonished young editor thought, it was a miracle that
the boy's huge young cock didn't split her body into halves like a fresh,
over-ripened grapefruit.  Resentment and jealousy caused his blood to race
like wildfire in his veins as he remembered the countless nights he had
spent trying to coax her to even kiss his cock ... and yet there she was
sucking on that blonde guy's prick like she had been waiting all her life
to have one stuffed into her mouth.  His own sweet supposedly innocent
wife was an absolutely wanton bitch as two complete strangers fucked into
her at the same time, driving her tantalizingly beautiful young body
backwards and forwards between them.  It was as though she were just a
willing plaything into which anyone could fuck as though she were nothing
more than a common little street whore.
     Suddenly he felt a surprising lurch in the crotch of his trousers.
His own prick began to jerk to life from the stimulation of the lewdly
erotic scene before him.  His own body was betraying him!  Jesus, I'm as
bad as she is, he thought to himself as the uncontrollable rod of flesh
between his legs climbed steadily upwards in unwanted erection.
     "So it turns you on watching your wife get fucked by other guys, eh
Henry?" June breathed seductively as she moved down from her perch on
Max's desk and walked seductively over to where the young man was sitting.
Crouching down beside him, she snaked her arm over his thigh toward the
telltale bulge that grew and grew in Henry's pants.  "It turns me on too,
dear.  Now what are we going to do about it?"

                           *    *    *

     On the other side of the two-way mirror, Kathy moaned ceaselessly as
the two men continued their debasing double assault on her greedily
absorbing body.  She was in a trance-like state and was not aware of the
grey-haired Lenny standing by the switch for the two-way mirror, chuckling
lewdly to himself as he imagined the reaction of the watchers in the next
room to the obscene spectacle on the bed.
     Only at the outermost boundaries of her consciousness was the girl
even vaguely aware of the men fucking into both ends of her naked body
shouting vile encouragement to each other as they battered her between
them and she rotated her buttocks automatically and sucked obediently on
the thick prick thrusting further and further into her now hotly sucking
mouth.
     The trapped young wife no longer felt human but like a great mass of
quivering, sensitive flesh created to be nothing more than a warm fleshy
receptacle into which these men could pump their lewd hot sperm.  She
tried not to picture what she was doing, to realize the truth, but
sometimes it was impossible not to.  The blonde man's heavy balls banged
against her chin and throat and there was a stale odor of sweat around his
burly loins that filled her nostril with a constant reminder of what was
actually happening to her.
     Slowly, the very debasement of her situation tore through her mind
and the very humiliation of the two men buffeting her viciously between
them began to excite her, strangely, more and more.  The hidden resources
of desire deep in her belly blossomed out to full bloom once more and
groaning softly, she began to roll her smoothly rounded buttocks in lewd,
luxurious little circles, tightening her ravaged cunt muscles as tight as
she could on the giant fleshy prick skewing into her from behind.  She
wanted to milk it dry, to feel the sticky white sperm squirting into her
stomach until it overflowed out her heatedly working pussy and ran down
the insides of her desperately straining thighs.
     Behind her, Red was building toward the end.  He began to thrust into
her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the milky cheeks of
her upturned buttocks with his hard-driving loins.  His big meaty hands
gripped her eagerly writhing hips, squeezing the soft flesh into random
crazy shapes beneath his clenching fingers.  His lips bared back against
his teeth and he could not close his mouth.  He looked down at the softly
rounded curves of the beautiful girl's slender bucking body and bobbing
head and the sight of the lovely young blonde being ravished from both
ends sent chills up his spine.
     "Oh shit, oh shit," Carl sputtered from somewhere over her head.
"Christ-almighty, just look at her go, will you!"
     The saliva in Kathy's penis filled mouth was becoming thick and
sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end
of the lust-hardened cock sunk into the warm working depths of her throat.
She could see Carl's slim hips straining before her face as though he were
in the throes of a spastic seizure.  The husky blonde man's strong fingers
wound tightly in her shiny pale coppery hair, pulling her wide-stretched
lips back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting length of cock
flesh.  The ravished young wife felt her own excitement mounting more and
more as the granite-hard penis began to throb and thicken to greater
hardness in her hungrily sucking mouth, ramming forward down to her
tonsils as though it were trying to collide with the mammoth prick
pistoning into her belly from behind.  She had never felt so utterly used
and debauched in her life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer
to a brain-reeling orgasm.  She sucked with her mouth and ground her
buttocks back wildly as her peak approached.  There was nothing else in
the world now but to please these two lust-crazed men as well as her
luscious body could, and to wallow obscenely in her own pleasure at the
same time.  Simultaneously with the rising tide of her climax, she felt
the huge cock fucking into her seething young pussy begin to jerk and
inflate.  She felt her plush young thighs and buttocks being swept wider
and wider apart as the red-haired youth drove powerfully into her, shoving
his immense male cock as far as it could go into her belly to cry out
aloud and spew his hot white semen deep into her wildly-constricting cunt.
     Kathy humped back on it violently as she felt the milky white fluid
flooding hotly into her dilated womb, filling it until she thought she
would burst open.  She felt it dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips
of her widely stretched pussy jammed back against Red's muscular loins.
His bloated testicles slapped maddeningly down against her clitoris,
causing her to lunge spasmodically forward, burying the one named Carl's
swelling penis into her wildly sucking mouth all the way up to his pubic
hair.
     Then it too burst forth with a sudden violence, filling Kathy's
cheeks and throat with the boiling pungent liquid until she had to swallow
rapidly to keep from choking on the great gushes of lewdly cascading
sperm.  Her lips clasped tightly around the lurching prick, fearful of
losing even one drop of the precious fluid.  Still, though, small droplets
oozed from the corners of her roundly ovaled lips and on down to her chin
as the fair-haired man collapsed on the pillows in front of her, his
softening penis finally slipping out limply from her still greedily
sucking mouth.  Thin, glistening strands of the viscous milky fluid
connected her lips to the now-deflated cock several inches away from her
face.
     The impassioned girl skewered her hips back onto the monstrous
slamming penis still spewing its load into her throbbing cunt and with a
wail from between tightly-clenched teeth, felt her wild fucking body soar
up and explode into what seemed a shower of tiny blazing stars, coursing
through her whole being with an unbelievable ecstasy that sent her brain
whirling crazily, around in lust-dimmed mind.
     A moment or so later, her strength was suddenly exhausted and she
dropped heavily down on the mattress as the huge cock popped out
lifelessly from her sperm drenched pussy.  Refreshing wafts of cool air
rushed into the now empty opening up between her thighs as her body lay
limp and spent on the sweat-soaked sheets.



                            Chapter 9

     "Well, well, what a charming little family scene," Max Alexander's
voice boomed into the dimness of his palatial office.  "The marriage that
stays together, plays together, or something like that, eh Cummings?"
     At the sudden sound of his boss's husky voice, Henry leapt from his
chair, wincing as his rampant cock tore free from June Stillson's softly
caressing hand.  Blushing and mumbling incoherent apologies, the young
editor stuffed his rapidly-deflating penis back into his trousers from
where June had pulled it only a few minutes before and zipped up the fly,
fumbling awkwardly in his confusion and embarrassment.  But then, as the
perimeter of his vision caught the scene that was still showing through
the transparent two-way mirror, his own wife lying sated and panting on a
bed with two complete strangers' heatedly expended sperm soaking lewdly up
inside her body, something snapped in Henry's brain and he wondered why in
the hell he should feel ashamed around the very man who had placed his own
formerly innocent wife in such a disgusting and debasing position?
     "Yes, something like that, Max?" Henry snarled, startling even
himself as for the first time, he called the company president by his
first name.  "But there's more to it than that!  My wife got that five
hundred dollars from you, didn't she?  Was that generous sum for some
other gang-fuck you set up for her or was it an advance payment if she'd
keep you and your filthy friends happy for a year or two?"
     "As a matter of fact, Henry, Kathy had done nothing for me but fuck
one of my friends, a rather harmless little man, earlier this week," Max
said, smiling with cool amusement.  "Of course, I did try her out first
and, believe me, she guarded her virtue well until I slipped a little
special aphrodisiac into her drink.  However, I noticed that she really
responded, as though she hadn't had a good fuck in her whole life."
     "You lousy bastard!" Henry almost screamed with fury.  "Then what is
she doing in there with those three dirty bums?"
     "I don't know," the middle-aged executive said simply.  "Why don't
you ask June?"
     The young husband whirled around and caught sight of the beautiful
older woman just as she was about to slip unnoticed back into her office.
With a strangled cry of frustration and anger, Henry walked quickly across
the deeply-carpeted floor and seized her by the arm, dragging the dark-
haired woman back from the doorway and throwing her brutally down onto a
chair.
     "Wh-why did you do that to her?" Henry raged down at the gorgeous
brunette, his eyes afire with wrath he felt.  "How could you let them use
her like that?"
     June stared hatefully up at him and Max for a moment and then slowly
her face relaxed into a smug, satisfied smile.  "Henry, dear, you're
forgetting one thing," she murmured venomously.  "Whatever horrible things
we made your poor little wife do, she certainly did enjoy them."
     Henry did not even have to look back to the obscene tableau taking
place in the two-way mirror to know that the mockingly smiling woman was
speaking the harsh truth.  No matter how much she had been drugged, he
reasoned bitterly, Kathy had no right to just surrender that way and enjoy
the animal-like orgy he had just watched.  And if she could enjoy it,
well, she was nothing more than a two-bit whore and deserved everything
she had gotten and more, by God.
     "Jesus Christ stop smirking, June, and bring the little bitch out
here," Max instructed his raven-haired mistress with the beginning of a
smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.  When the tall shapely woman
had left the room, the slightly greying president turned to his young
employee and casually said, "Why don't you pay her back, Henry?  Hell,
she's given you enough trouble since you've been married, according to
what I could gather from my conversation with her.  Why don't you teach
her a lesson she'll never forget?"
     "Christ, I'd like to," Henry muttered, grateful at this point for
some sympathetic understanding, no matter what the source.  "I'm damned if
I know what would shock her enough, though.  After this, it would have to
be something pretty radical, something so wild that she'd have to come
back to me."
     "I think I can help you, son," the older man said with the same
smooth sincerity he had used on Kathy almost a week before.  "If I really
thought it would help you two, I'd gladly take the trouble to set up a
party in my own home ...  You know arrange some things that would make
this afternoon look like a Sunday school picnic, at least to your wayward
little wife."
     "Yes, I guess that's probably what she needs," the handsome, young
man agreed bleakly.  His anger was cooling now to a slow festering
resentment and somehow the idea of his once-innocent young wife being
forced into a situation from which only he could rescue her, if he chose
to, filled him with a sort of grim, diabolical satisfaction.  "What time?"
     "How about seven o'clock on Sunday night?" Max suggested solemnly,
barely concealing his glee at the success of his cunning new scheme.  "And
don't worry, I'll have a few choice pieces for you too Henry, my boy, so
you can have a little fun before the lady begs to be taken home."
     "Great, I'm going to need that," the bright young editor scowled.  "I
want to get myself a few phone numbers too, because that little bitch is
going to have to come crawling on her hands and knees before I ever give
her any again."
     "Oh, Henry, darling, thank God you're here," Kathy's sobbing voice
suddenly sounded, filling the room as the now fully-clothed girl rushed in
from June's office, her pretty face streaked with tears as she rushed up
to her husband and clung tenaciously to him.  "I ... I have to tell you
something.  I've done something ... awful ... but I did it for us.  Oh
God, I hope someday you'll be able to forgive me!" she babbled into his
lean shoulder, her shame-torn body trembling uncontrollably with the
delayed shock of what had happened to her in the bedroom next door.
     "You don't have to tell me anything, sweetheart," Henry informed her
stiffly, disentangling himself from her as though she were something
filthy.  "I just saw what happened in there, and it was charming honey.  I
didn't know you were so talented that way."
     As she saw the cold distaste in her husband's unsmiling expression,
Kathy instinctively moved away from him.  At first, her guilt made her
think that Henry had every right to think of her as contemptible and
unclean, the same way she felt about herself at that moment.  But
gradually, as his words registered fully in her tortured mind, she looked
up into his face again, her dark eyes sparking with slowly kindling anger.
     "Did you say that you saw those men rape me, Henry?" she asked with
exacting slowness, as if wanting to be certain of every word.  After what
she had just experienced, she wanted to be absolutely certain of Henry's
position.  "You sat out here and watched?"
     "Was it rape, you little whore?" her husband sneered.  "Tell me about
your great-aunt who died, honey.  You don't get paid for rape."
     Throughout the whole nightmarish week, Kathy had somehow clung to her
sanity with the idea that everything she was doing would ultimately help
her marriage but now even that slim hope seemed to be fading away.  She
felt herself losing her last grip on her emotions and through the stinging
tears that brimmed out of her flashing brown eyes, she glared up at Henry
and snapped out, "I didn't get paid for this one, darling.  If it makes
you feel any better, you can take my word for it, you just watched your
wife being raped!"
     After that, Kathy let herself simply break down like a limp rag and
cry openly.  She had no more will to fight him as Henry led her grimly out
of Max's office on their way down to the company parking lot.  Neither of
them spoke a word during the long drive home.



                            Chapter 10

     Kathy Cumming's pixy-like face was alight with wonder as Max
Alexander ushered her and Henry into his huge house the following Sunday
night.  Even though the address of the Alexander family mansion had
suggested that it would be imposingly grandiose, the awe-struck young
blonde had not expected the sprawling house to be quite so magnificently
appointed and comfortable.  Built in the old California-Spanish style of
the mid-eighteenth century, the stark-white walls and red-tiled floors
were the perfect setting for the gay, colorful modern furniture and
paintings that Max preferred.  The sleekly-dressed, obviously
sophisticated people milling from room to room in the lavishly-adorned
house seemed just as carefully chosen for decoration as the furniture.
Kathy was still not certain just why she and Henry had to go to this
cocktail party, especially after all they had been through with Max in the
last traumatic week, but Henry had been adamant, ignoring her mild
protestations about the propriety of the whole thing.  From the way most
of the men and women were already paired off, drinking and chatting
amiably around the generously-stocked bar and buffet table, the young
blonde sensed that all the guests knew each other very well and she felt
uncomfortably awkward and out-of-place as she followed her husband meekly
to the bar.
     Surrounded now by all these elegantly-attired strangers, Kathy wished
fervently she could look to her sullen husband for companionship and
support but since Friday afternoon, he had been as cold and distant as a
stranger.  Not that she had worried very much about his cruel, indifferent
attitude toward the humiliation she had endured for the sake of their
marriage; no, she had decided on the ride home from the Alexander Building
that painful afternoon that he would have to learn to push aside his hurt
pride or simply call off the marriage, no matter how much it would hurt
them both.  As a matter of fact, today she had almost reached the point
where she was looking forward to the promising evening here at Max's, if
only to have break from the stony, resentful silence that filled their
modest home.  Even though she was perfectly willing to take her share of
the blame for what had happened she was growing weary of Henry's
undoubting assumption that everything that ever had or would go wrong with
their marriage was due to her innumerable shortcomings.  In fact, even if
he did finally recover from his anger and shock, she had a strange feeling
that she would never be able to really forgive him for the way he had been
treating her.
     Something radical had happened to their relationship Friday afternoon
in the company president's office and nothing would ever be the same
again.  It was just that Kathy had stopped looking to her self-righteous
young husband for the kindness and understanding she had always assumed
were basic elements in marriage.  She was ready now to admit the cold
truth that she had actually enjoyed having sex with Max, with his pudgy
little business associate, and yes, even with those three sadistic friends
of June Stillson!  One terrifying week of blackmail and illicit sex had
changed her into something else than a simple innocent wife, someone wild
and free, almost strange.  For the first time, she understood that sex was
not just a part of love, but a rewarding thing all by itself.  Yet, how
would she ever share this newfound knowledge with her sulking resentful
husband?
     The worst part of it, the thing she could not quite admit, not even
to herself, was that she was not sure she would be satisfied with any one
man again.  She had experienced as much, and more sheer sexual fulfillment
in the arms of complete strangers than she had ever felt with the husband
she did truly love.
     "I'm Will Corbin.  Welcome to the club," a friendly masculine voice
suddenly invaded her thoughts.
     Kathy looked up in surprise and saw an extraordinarily good-looking
man standing next to her.  "Thank you," she smiled sweetly, then asked in
puzzlement, "What club?"
     "Oh, that's what we old-timers call the swap group," he explained
genially.  "You too should be an old-timer by the time you go home
tonight," he laughed and amended, "after the initiation ceremony I hear
old Max has cooked up for you."
     "Oh, yes, of course," the baffled blonde managed to reply as her mind
worked frantically in an effort to understand what the stranger really
meant.  Did Henry know, she wondered, or were they both just dupes again
in another one of Max's sadistic sex games.
     Quickly collecting her wits, she fluttered her eyelashes up at the
man and murmured, "I certainly hope I'll see you later, but now I have to
go find my husband.  I think he has my cigarettes."
     Before the attractive well-dressed man had time to offer her one from
his pack, Kathy moved quickly away, then scanned the room frantically for
some sign of Henry.  To her relief, she spotted him almost at once,
talking to a sparkling covey of expensively-attired women in a far corner
of the room.  Moving closer, she signaled him to come away for a moment
and, after throwing her a look of utter disgust, he finally disengaged
himself from the group and walked reluctantly over to where she stood
waiting by the bar.
     "Well, what does my darling little wife want?" he inquired with the
same sneering courtesy he had used with her for the last two days.
     Kathy chose her words carefully, determined to find out exactly how
much Henry knew about what was planned for that evening.  Assuming the
most sweet and docile expression she knew how, the fresh-faced young wife
humbly murmured, "Darling, I know that you'd just like to be rid of me for
an evening---and believe me, I understand, I really do.  I was thinking
that you'd probably have a lot more fun if I just made an excuse and went
on home.  I'll take a cab."
     Henry stared down at her in astonishment, his sullen anger of the
past few days almost melting at his lovely wife's sudden change of
attitude.  For just a moment, he was tempted to put his arms around her
lovingly and say they would now go home.  Actually, he was also a little
intimidated by the size of the party Max had arranged for Kathy's
"lesson."  But then, just as quickly, his keen smoldering resentment
returned, much too deep and painful to be assuaged by any momentary
sweetness on the part of this treacherous little slut of a wife.  His
memory of her naked body writhing shamelessly between those two strangers'
hard pistoning cocks was still too clear in his mind to be erased by
anything rational she might say now.  He wanted the vengeance that Max had
promised him and she wasn't going to cheat him out of it.
     "No!  Stay here, Kathy," he said with more vehemence than he had
intended.  Instantly softening his tone, he went on: "There are important
people here tonight who might help advance my career.  I don't want to
edit New World Steel for the rest of my life, you know.  Now, dammit, get
out there and circulate, unless you really want to be a stone around my
neck."
     Without even replying, Kathy pivoted away from him and walked
casually off, only her narrowing eyes showing her true feelings.  His
biting words had not actually affected her and she had heard only what she
had been listening for in his words.  There was no doubt in her mind now
that Henry was in on the planned "initiation" and she had every intention
of giving her husband exactly what he wanted ... in spades.  If Max and
Henry had dreamt up any way to further humiliate and hurt her, more than
they had already, they had a lot more imagination and gall than she gave
them credit for.
     "Excuse me, but your name is Kathy Cummings, isn't it?"
     The distractingly beautiful girl recognized the male voice this time
and smiled buoyantly up at Will Corbin, the handsome man who had tipped
her off a few minutes earlier to what must be her own husband's spiteful
scheme, "Yes, I certainly am," she said sunnily, wrinkling her nose cutely
as she beamed warmly at him.
     "How nice to find a friend among all these strangers."
     "Well, I don't know how to say this, but I just found out that you're
not supposed to know about what's happening tonight," he said with a
little shrugging grimace.  "Do you think you could manage to act surprised
when whatever happens, happens?  I'd hate to ruin everyone's fun for the
evening."
     "Don't worry about a thing," Kathy said conspiratorially, winking as
she hooked her hand around his arm.  "As a matter of fact, I have a bit
more experience in this sort of thing than the people here think."
     A few minutes later, as the guests began to drift out onto the huge
patio that constituted the heart of Max's house, the voluptuous girl was
not in the least surprised when two men approached her and quickly began
to lead her to the far end of the immense grassy enclosure beyond the
myriad of cushions spread on the ground for a purpose that was now readily
apparent to her.  Laughing and conversing gaily with her companions, she
gave the appearance of not noticing as they guided her up to a tiny raised
platform built up against the wall of the house.  Willingly stepping
behind the blue velvet curtain that shielded most of the stage-like
balcony from the view of the many people in the large patio, she teasingly
rubbed her body against the two men and did not object as they eagerly
began to disrobe her.  They were obviously relieved at her lack of
resistance as well as damned excited by her passionate wrigglings as they
teased and stroked her body, moving her steadily backwards toward a
velvet-covered bed placed in the center of the platform.
     It was all pretty much as she had anticipated, after her talk with
Henry, and she smiled with irony to herself as she heard the excited
conversation beyond the stage curtain fade into stillness and Max's voice
boom out broadly to fill the night air:
     "Friends, we have a nice little surprise in our entertainment
schedule tonight and, as I'm sure the word has already gotten around, I
won't elaborate.  Let's bring on our old friend, Caesar, okay ..."
     Seated on the ground below the platform, Henry smiled with vindictive
glee as he saw one of Max's obedient servants come out of the house with a
huge, black German Shepherd dog straining at the end of a short leash.  If
anything would ever teach Kathy a lesson, by God, this was it, he thought
bitterly, and he could hardly wait to see the cheating little bitch's face
when she first realized what was going to happen to her.  He didn't even
mind now, now that the whole thing was going to take place in front of Max
Alexander's little orgy club, even though he had to admit that the idea
had disturbed him a little at first when one of the women he had met
earlier that evening had casually divulged the actual function of the
group.  Hell, he thought, doing it in public would embarrass Kathy even
more completely, and besides, eyeing the two gorgeous women who had
apparently attached themselves to him for the duration of the show, it was
the perfect opportunity for him to get a little "strange stuff" on the
side, just as his wife had been doing lately behind his back.
     The curtain on the stage was drawn slowly open and the audience
gasped in approval as they saw the naked young Kathy seated on the stage
bed, her large eyes already glassed over with anticipatory passion as two
naked men brazenly ran their hands expertly over the most sensitive secret
parts of her body.  Henry saw the ferocious-looking dog jump up on the
platform, his deep warning growls scaring the two naked stage assistants
off the platform before he lumbered closer to the bed to press her knees
apart with his nose and sniff automatically at the thin hair-covered slit
between Kathy's slightly open thighs.  As quickly as the men's hands left
her body, the shapely young woman had become aware of the awesome,
monstrous animal near her and smiling shallowly with the first traces of
fear as she reached down to pat its great head, she made the beginning of
a movement to close her legs and ease them cautiously away from the huge
beast.  Suddenly her eyes jerked wide open in real terror as the giant
German Shepherd growled even more menacingly, causing her to freeze in the
position in which the men had left her, leaning back on the velvet
coverlet, her soft white thighs still spread wide apart.  It was
impossible for her to move without bringing another vicious snarl from the
dog, Caesar.
     "Mmmmm, he really likes her cunt," a voice rose loudly from the
audience, followed by a flurry of ribald laughter and sporadic applause.
Even in his determination to have his vengeance, Henry could not help but
shiver slightly when the huge black-furred animal moved a step closer to
his defenseless young wife on the lighted stage before him.  His first
natural impulse was to leap up and go to her rescue as he had planned to
do eventually, but for some strange reason---one he could not understand---
he decided to wait.  The very helplessness of his beautiful innocent-
looking Kathy leaning back on the bed in front of all these people,
shaking with fear before the snarling dog, was sadistically fascinating to
him.  He could not even turn away his solidly-riveted eyes from the sight.
The lewd thought of the giant German Shepherd raping his naked and
defenseless wife, right in front of him and all these other people sent
shivers of wicked excitement tingling through him.  And besides, the
little whore deserved anything that might happen to her now, he excitedly
rationalized as he reached out to squeeze the expensively-clad shape of
one of the women beside him.
     His thoughts were quickly jerked back to the scene from which his
eyes had not yet wavered.  The monstrous dog had lowered his head to his
terrified wife's soft, hair-covered loins and began to sniff in earnest
interest.  His brushy tail wagged in evidence of his excitement as though
he had finally found the best mating partner of his canine life.  Despite
her firm resolution to "show" her husband, Kathy moaned in fright as
Caesar's cold nose suddenly made shocking contact with her tiny bud-like
clitoris.  She tensed as his saliva dripping tongue snaked out and licked
wetly up and down the thinly fringed crevice between her thighs, the tip
burrowing slightly into the wetness of her vaginal slit.  For a moment,
she tried to squirm away but Caesar raised his head and growled again,
then began to greedily lap at the narrow pinkness of the delectable fleshy
feast.  He ran his tongue hotly up the full length of it, from the
tightly-closed anal opening up over the fluted pink ridges of her pussy
until it grazed the tiny nub of her clitoris at the top of her pubic
mound.  His great tongue spread through the silky softness of the hair-
covered swelling like a knife through soft butter.  It flicked
relentlessly between the young silken haired girl's widespread legs,
pausing sometimes to curl its way deep inside her.  She winced
automatically, squirming under the hot wet onslaught of the fleshy member
lapping and goring her cunt.
     Holy Jesus, the wanton cheating bitch was actually moaning as though
she liked it!  At first, Henry thought his ears were betraying him but
gradually he realized that the frightened sounds of before were slowly
changing to soft subservient mewls of pleasure, almost inaudible above the
gentle rustle of clothes being discarded throughout the audience.  Not
wanting to seem square to the swinging group around him, the handsome
young husband began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, but still he
could not take his eyes from the unbelievable sight on the stage before
him.  He shuddered with forbidden excitement as he saw more and more of a
change coming over his wife and the rest of the audience as he watched
breathlessly.  Kathy was apparently oblivious to the dozens of people
watching her lewd sexual display.  She was totally immersed in her own
pleasure, her voluptuously naked body writhing as the saliva thickened
animal tongue licked slitheringly and hotly between her helplessly
trembling legs.  He saw her raise her hands to hold them aloft for a
moment, as though in indecision, and then drop them back down again to the
sexually excited beast's head.
     Closing her eyes to the brilliant lights that flooded the platform,
she grasped the dog's ears and with a deep animal sound of her own, bent
her smooth white legs, lifting them upward until her feet were resting on
the velvet coverlet and the softly curved moons of her cream-white
buttocks were hanging out slightly over the edge of the bed.  She pulled
his pointed nose forward into her hungrily moistened pussy.  His long pink
tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing
her now nakedly grinding loins without mercy.  Whines and wild incoherent
groans streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal
who was salivating so freely between her writhing white buttocks.  The
aroused dog worked like the savage creature he was, driven by the rutting
lust of the wild in him.  Below, Kathy's husband watched his wife's milky-
white flesh quiver as the lust-maddened animal lapped wildly at the
teasingly open slit.  This perverted stimulation was driving her insane
and she squirmed forward so that the snake-like thickness of his tongue
could give her greater and greater pleasure.  She was willingly now
rotating her naked white buttocks up against the animal's hotly burrowing
snout, seeming to drown in the weirdness of the obscene unnatural act.
The slavering dog lifted his head from her moist cuntal opening then, the
impassioned young wife cried out in disappointment.  My God, she was
actually pleading out for more of the horrible, debasing excitement as
though the very last of her natural resistance had vanished under the
tortured licking of the huge German Shepherd's tongue.  She was enslaved
by the huge animal panting over her, her helplessly quivering body spread-
eagled under him as he reared up between her open thighs to place his
forepaws on the softness of her breasts, his weight forcing her torso down
to the mattress.  Henry thought he would pass out from sheer shock as he
saw his lust-crazed young wife reach forward under the dog with one hand
to touch the thinly covered sheath that enclosed his hidden penis.  His
heart beat crazily as he watched her take hold of the soft skinned sheath
and begin to milk it, first gently and then with increasing urgency.  She
seemed to flinch in fear when Caesar began to respond, his natural desire
flaming up and jerking his muscles to greater life.  Seemingly unaware of
the many impassioned eyes trained on her perfect body, she labored
steadily, carefully, gasping for breath as she squirmed back against the
velvet bedcover, pushing the wet swollen lips of her cunt down hard in a
useless attempt to soothe the tingling excitement growing more and more
excruciating down in her defenselessly exposed loins.
     From his choice position in front of the little platform, Henry
observed a bizarre look of almost masochistic pleasure light his sex-
hungry wife's eyes as the glistening red penis slipped out from the dog's
fur-covered foreskin, dancing and jerking lewdly in her hand as Caesar
began to make excited little humping movements and squirt tiny premature
jets of clear, animal-like semen on the sparse blonde pubic hair up
between her widespread legs.  The young husband saw his depraved young
wife sob with desire as she clenched her eyes tightly shut and thrust her
smoothly rounded buttocks obscenely upward.
     It was a desperate attempt to capture the steadily lengthening shaft
with the hotly pulsing lips of her now more hungrily grasping cunt.  What
the massive dog wanted was plain to see---and the beautiful blonde wanted
it too, her white globular ass cheeks lifting of their own volition and
spreading themselves wide apart to his animal desire.  The brutish
creature's long hot tongue had lashed her into servile surrender, crushing
her resistance and pride with its unmerciful and unyielding attack on her
softly sensitive vaginal crevice until she no longer cared what kind of
spectacle she was making of herself in front of her own husband and this
lewdly aroused crowd of complete strangers.
     The shining scarlet penis had slipped all the way out of its furry
casing, dripping steadily from the tapered tip, dancing in the young
girl's eagerly waiting cuntal crevice as the huge dog jerked nervously
with the anticipation of sinking the thick shaft into her helplessly
spread body.  Henry saw his passionately writhing young wife continue to
grind her cunt toward the long throbbing dog prick like a female bitch in
heat and the very thought of his own Kathy actually wanting to be fucked
by this brute of a dog sent another electric chill of unwanted sensation
through his loins.  His own heart was starting to pound like a tom-tom and
he frantically tore the rest of his clothes off, tossing them aside just
as the sharp tip of Caesar's cock began to jab rhythmically between his
wife's eagerly spread legs, trying to enter her, missing again and again
and even prodding accidentally down against her tiny cringing anus once or
twice.
     The slender, wide-eyed editor saw his blonde bride of less than a
year wince and tense, jerking in an attempt to evade the bending, up-
slipping prod in sudden, second thought fright, but the dog returned
immediately to the attack after having had his first taste of success.
Henry held his breath as he sat watching the huge dog bucking hard against
his moaning wife, attempting to skewer her on the shiny head of the ever-
lengthening tower of long, dripping animal penis.  At last, in
desperation, Kathy shamelessly grasped the dog's rigid prick with one hand
as with the fingers of the other she parted the thin hair-lined lips of
her vagina, holding her mouth open in a widely ovaled "O" as the giant
German Shepherd jerked forward and suddenly buried his huge penis deep up
into the moistly waiting mouth between her legs.
     "Ooooohh!  Aaaaahhh, yeeeeesssss!"  The whole patio was filled with
her moans of wild abandonment as Caesar humped more heavily forward and
sank the full length of his lust-hardened animal cock mercilessly up into
her quivering belly.  The thick cock raced in, in, in, deep into the
squirming girl's voraciously clasping cunt, filling her completely with
its scarlet driving length.  Henry's eyes bulged out in disbelief as he
watched the lewd thing slither forward with a wet rush until it was in her
all the way up to the hilt, its very roots straining out of the hairy
sheath, the sperm-swollen balls finally thumping wetly against the
upturned cheeks of her firm white buttocks.  Further moans of relief came
from Kathy's lips, her lovely young face contorting under the lights in a
lewd smile of ecstasy as she began to rhythmically rotate her hips to meet
the heavy thrusts of the excitedly panting dog.  Even as the beast's
forelegs pinned her flat down on her back to the bed, she began to
undulate the cream-white cheeks of her ass upwards, abandoning herself
completely to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving in front of
Max Alexander's whole sex group.  Her glazed brown eyes were opened wide
in rapturous wantonness and her large firm breasts danced and bounced in
little quivering motions as the dog pounded his poker-hot thickness into
her eagerly accepting cunt.
     The flabbergasted young husband shifted his gaze a little and was
astonished even more for a moment at the sight of naked people
passionately making love on the grass all around him.  For the first time
he realized that his own penis was throbbingly erect and that the
beautiful naked woman to his right was caressing it hungrily as she gazed
enviously toward the stage.
     The filthy, fucking bitch, the goddamned whore, she loves it!  Henry
repeated over and over to himself.  His own sweet little wife was actually
loving the lewd bestial act she was committing here, in front of all these
naked people, who were so worked up by the sight of the unnatural act
being performed so wantonly before their very eyes that they had
completely lost control of themselves!
     Christ, people whispered, Max had outdone himself this time.  Henry
could not believe it ... it was impossible ... and yet his breath, too,
was coming in tight, quick gasps and his heart was pounding fiercely.  The
burning sensation in his slim, tensed loins grew with maddening intensity
with every moment he watched his innocent young wife being fucked half to
death by the hotly slavering dog.  The brown-haired young man was
beginning to perspire in the warm night air and his mind whirled as he
fought against the strange stirrings of desire in his virile young body
from the sight of his own wife being brutally violated by the huge German
Shepherd.  But even then the lewd spectacle sent another chill of
pleasurable feeling coursing through his loins and he could now sense the
seeping wetness of his semen at the end of his involuntarily hardening
prick, lubricating the cool female fingers that were skillfully massaging
him into greater and greater hardness.
     Then, suddenly in the midst of his reverie, a piercing scream rang
out unexpectedly from the stage and Kathy's loins rammed up against
Caesar's furry belly just as he lurched forward and his scarlet cock began
to jerk out its hot sticky load of sperm in hard jet-like spurts far up
inside her animal-ravaged young pussy.  The passion-crazed young woman's
buttocks began to pitch and toss crazily, signaling her own orgasmic
upheaval deep in her quivering white belly.  Thick white liquid oozed from
the tightness of her vagina where it clasped and sucked at the hotly
erupting prick, soaking her backside and the crevice between her wildly
jerking legs as she groaned loudly and humped her open vagina forward to
drive the heavily panting dog's cock deep into her stomach for the last
time.  The still-spewing length of red hardness lay buried completely up
inside her for another long, passion-filled second as Caesar whined and
shuddered, his lower body jolting helplessly forward as the last dregs of
his warmly spurting animal sperm splashed wetly back against the
lusciously beautiful girl's hungrily sucking womb.
     Great raucous waves of appreciative applause began to surge through
the patio even before the blue velvet curtain had finished being drawn
across the stage.  The hand-clapping quickly ceased as the guests regained
interest in their own naturally lewd preoccupations.  After everyone
seemed to be lost in sexual involvement once again, Henry rose from his
seat, good-naturedly squeezing the naked breast of the girl beside him
before he walked away.
     As he slowly mounted the stage stairs, his thoughts were a mixture of
anger and pride at his passionate young wife's lewd, unnatural
performance.  According to all the rules of conduct he had ever known, he
had always assumed that an unfaithful wife was a bad and wicked woman.
Now, though, he did not know what to think because his own male cock was
harder than he ever remembered it being---all because of what he had just
witnessed.
     Behind the curtain it was dark but still he could barely make out
Kathy's beautiful violated body lying sprawled across the bed, the lewd
white dog-sperm still glistening on her nakedly trembling thigh where the
animal's withdrawing prick had smeared it.
     "Henry ..."  He heard Kathy's voice as she weakly lifted her head
from the velvet coverlet.
     "Don't say anything, bitch," he snarled, searching his brain for some
significant way to show her that it was him, not the dog or Maxwell
Alexander or anyone else who had the right to her perfect young body.  His
eyes glinted coldly in the dim light as he snapped out, "Turn over, you
little cunt, and kneel up.  Now it's my turn for some of that community
pussy of yours!"
     Kathy obeyed wearily, too exhausted emotionally and physically by her
ordeal with the dog to resist.  She had been just as shocked as Henry or
anyone, when her body had begun to respond to the ferocious animal and now
she did not know what to think about herself.  Perhaps it was true that
she was nothing but a dirty whore, a slut who would "take on" even a dog.
She wanted nothing more than to be punished by the only man she had ever
truly loved, her husband Henry.  She rolled wearily over and pulled her
knees up under her, against her belly, until her smooth white buttocks
rose high up in the air.
     "You're mine, you little bitch," Henry hissed as he crawled up on the
bed behind her and suddenly pried apart her naked ass cheeks with both
hands.  Moistening one finger in the wetness of the dog-sperm still
trickling lewdly from her pussy, he moistened the cringing little nether
ring of her anus and then pushed his finger in with a cruel hard thrust
that sank it deep up inside.  "Just to show you who's boss around here,
I'm going to fuck you in the ass, you hear, right here in your ass," he
mumbled punctuating his words with small jabs and rotations of his finger
imbedded deep in her tightly-clenching little anal hole.
     Below him, Kathy pressed her lust-scented face into the mattress to
keep from crying out from horror and the discomfort of what he was doing.
It was certainly less than she deserved, she reminded herself, but she had
no right to protest at anything her husband might do to her now, not after
the ghastly thing she had done with that dog tonight.  Through the haze of
her misery, she felt Henry stretching the smooth white orbs of her nakedly
trembling buttocks cruelly away from each other until cool rushes of air
wafted against the hot valley between her open legs.  Tears of fright and
shame soaked the velvet bedcover as she realized that her own husband was
really going to sink his long hard cock deep into her tight, tiny rectum
in a somehow even more unnatural act of lust than the one she had just
experienced.
     The frightened blonde wife was aware of the tiny ring of her anal
flesh throbbing in abject defenselessness as Henry rose to his knees
behind her.  No matter how terrible it would be, she was determined to be
as brave as she could and accept the just punishment for her lewd actions
a few moments ago on the stage.  She gasped fearfully as she felt Henry's
thick rubbery cock-head press hard into the moist naked split of her ass.
She swallowed a scream of pitiful anguish as he lunged forward with a loud
grunt, forcing the knobby tip of his hard throbbing prick into the rubbery
confines of her tightly-resisting anal passage.
     Mustering courage she never knew she had, Kathy gritted her teeth
bravely and thrust her slavishly upraised buttocks back toward him, her
brown eyes gaping wide-open in agony as she felt the blunt intrusion of
her husband's rock-hard cock sliding into her virginal backside until at
last, the coarse hair of his groin grazed teasingly into the youthful
white orbs of her warmly rounded buttocks.  His rapidly-beating prick was
suddenly buried in her unused, innocent young rectum all the way to the
hilt!
     As Henry felt the velvety, tightly clinging skin of her back-passage
stretched warmly over his deeply imbedded cock, he began to fuck in and
out of her satiny rectum with greater enthusiasm, his trim pelvis smacking
sharply in heavy buttock- flattening strokes against his moaning wife's
softly quivering ass cheeks.  Then, as he began to realize that she was
not struggling against him, but actually fucking back with the tightly
clenching tunnel of her rectum and meeting his every thrust, he felt his
anger begin to melt ... perhaps for good.  Despite everything that had
happened in the last week, he knew that he would never love anyone the way
he loved Kathy now and what other woman would allow her husband to use her
body so cruelly without even a whimper? he asked himself.
     "Am I hurting you, honey?" he whispered gently, slowing his excited
strokes into her now eagerly clinging rectum.
     The pain had faded and Kathy smiled to herself as she heard the
surprising solicitude in her husband's loving tone.
     "Can you ever trust me again?" she gasped out through the pleasure
that was building higher during every minute of their weird new sex
partnership.  "And do you really love me?" she asked timorously.
     "Does it feel like I love you?" he groaned as he ground his lust-
hardened cock deep into the sensitive depths of her excitedly clinging
rectal passage.  Reaching down beneath her nakedly writhing belly to rub
his fingers tantalizingly over her hard, erected clitoris, he felt his
hand grow sticky with the warm fluids still oozing from her ravaged, still
wide-stretched pussy.  "I even love you with dog cum and all up in you,"
he finally admitted with a kind of smile in his voice.
     "Then you can't hurt me, darling," Kathy said, laughing aloud in pure
joyous relief at his warm words.  As if to underline her statement, she
drove her voluptuous young ivory loins back toward her husband's welcome
cock, gasping with delight as it reamed farther and farther up into the
depths of her hotly absorbing belly.  She knew now that his approval was
all she had ever needed, and she knew too that the two of them would be
able to get along very well on just Henry's salary and nothing more ...



                             The End

