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and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an
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                        Her Husband's Boss

                         by Karen Ziegler



                             Chapter

     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

