Chapter 8
Doris told Harry she was going to visit her sister for the weekend. She felt that it was safest excuse. Harry hated her sister Beth. He would never try to follow her there.
Harry was surprised to hear Doris had decided to mend the family rift. She hadn't been in contact with any of her relatives since her marriage.
"I'm proud of you, Doris," he said at last. "Everybody should have a family, no matter how crazy they are. I'm sure it will be good for you."
Though Doris told herself she was dreading the humiliation Briggs would undoubtedly heap on her over the weekend, she felt a little tremor in her belly as she saw his car approach the curb. Their rendezvous point was about a block from her office. He arrived promptly at five-fifteen.
They spoke little on the ride up to the mountains. It was a good two-hour drive and Doris had lots of time to think. She hadn't let herself think about Briggs' blackmail all day at work. She was afraid Bill might notice there was something wrong. She couldn't bear him to find out what a ridiculous mess she had gotten herself into.
Besides, after what Briggs had said the night before, Doris no longer trusted her employer so much. Today, when she looked at him, she was wondering when he would decide to throw her over for another girl Friday-a blonde maybe. They hadn't even had sex in the office today. Bill had appointments all day, and they didn't dare risk discovery.
A lot it matters! Doris had thought ruefully. Walter Briggs found out. I guess anybody could.
As Briggs' big car started to wind its way up into the mountains, Doris began to wonder just how the older man had found out about her wanton sex life. The puzzle obsessed her. She had to know the answer!
When she spoke to her tormentor, her voice was sullen and defensive. Still she could not conceal her underlying curiosity. "The least you could do, Mr. Briggs..."
"Yes, my pretty?" He turned to her and smiled.
His car veered dangerously close to a long steep drop.
"Watch out! You're going to kill us both!" Doris heaved a sigh of relief when he had them safely back on the pavement.
"I like you when you're all excited like this, Doris. It makes you so attractive, my dear." Walter was feeling good. He felt, in fact, like a bridegroom on the way to his honeymoon. All day, he had cooked and gathered provisions so there would be lots of good things in the cabin to tempt his lovely victim. Though he intended to use the redhead as he pleased, he had every hope that the interlude would be as memorable for Doris as he was sure it would be for him. He felt proud and confident of his ability to entice the wilful beauty with his strong imaginative style of lovemaking.
"Never mind the garbage! How did you find out about me, anyway?"
He laughed softly. It was the quiet laugh of a man who is pleased with his own cleverness. "That intrigues you, does it, my dear? Well, all I can say is that I have watched you with great interest ever since you moved into my duplex."
"You mean you spied on me!" Her accusing voice was loud.
"I wouldn't call it spying, Doris. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time to learn some things about you, that's all."
Despite her anger, Doris found herself perversely tattered by the older man's obvious interest in her.
She realized that, to him, she was a valuable prize. She only regretted that he would be paying for her favors with something that held only negative benefits for her. All she was doing was making sure Harry didn't find out about her and her lovers.
Under the right circumstances, she was sure Walter Briggs could be a very generous lover ...
She decided to try some female wiles on Briggs. After all, what did she have to lose? "You know, Mr. Briggs ..." Her voice became soft, insinuating. "You didn't have to go to all that trouble to get my attention. You're a very attractive man." She reached over and caressed his strong thrusting jaw. For the first time, she realized that he was an attractive man. Though getting gray, he was unusually strong and fit-looking for his age. His face had rugged character to it. It said that Walter Briggs had lived through many things that young Doris could only guess at.
The expression on Walter's face didn't change. He cast a quick amused glance at her smug, haughty profile. Then he looked back at the road. "You wouldn't be trying to sweet-talk me, would you now, Doris? There's a lot of women have tried that, but it never works too good. I like to have the upper hand with you quick-witted bitches. Trickiest critters I ever come up against... women!"
Doris said nothing, but she was simmering inside. The more she knew Walter Briggs, the more she had to respect him as an enemy, he was nobody's fool... not even hers.
Neither of them spoke for the rest of the ride. The higher he climbed into the remote mountain regions, the more at home Walter felt. He had lived in the city most of his adult life. At first because that was what his wife wanted, then out of habit. But he had always kept his little cabin, to come to when he needed it. The brisk clean air and the pines reminded him of the kind of man he used'to be many years ago. Strong and rugged, not a pasty-faced city dweller. The kind of man who liked his women spirited, and who knew how to keep them in line.
He pulled up in front of a neat little cabin in the midst of a small clearing. A pair of deer antlers hung over the faded green door. Some birds had built their nest in there. "Looks like I've got me some neighbors!" Walter cried enthusiastically. "Probably jays. Little rascals make good company once you learn to get over their ornery ways."
Doris suppressed an amused grin. Walter Briggs was like a little boy on an adventure. At the same time, she could see him as a rugged mountain man. Even his language had become more rugged, less formal. She could tell he loved this place, in a way she could never have imagined her landlord loving anything. She got out of the car and automatically picked up a bag of groceries and carried them into the cabin.
It was neat inside, and roomier than Doris had anticpated from the outside. There was a good-sized kitchen, a living room with a large fireplace, a small dining-room and a bedroom. She found the bathroom tacked onto the back of the bedroom. It had obviously been constructed some time after the rest of the cabin. Despite her sordid reason for being here, Doris felt curiously comfortable in the place. A little scrubbing and dusting, and it would make a cozy weekend retreat.
"Well, seeing as I'm here, show me to the dusters and scrub brushes. We can't stay in a place all dirty like this!"
Walter was delighted. "Good girl! First, you better help me light this fire. Then I've got a request to make.. .something to make me happy."
Doris shuddered. So ... it was to begin already. Phase One in the price she would have to pay for Walter Briggs' silence.
She tore up newspapers and passed over the kindling to get the fire started. Though it was not really cold on the mountain, there was a slight dull in the air. The fireplace worked well. Within ten minutes, the cabin was cozy as a rabbit's den.
Satisfied with the progress of the fire, Walter stood up and faced the young redhead. He reached for her hands and pulled her to her feet, "Now, my dear... I want you to take your clothes off... please."
Doris saw his tongue begin to work nervously over his parched lips. She was reminded abruptly of the snake-like part of her tormentor . . . the part that had lured her up to this cabin to use and debauch her.
Tears of helpless frustration threatened to pour from her eyes, but Doris fought them back. Slowly, she removed her clothes, moving closer to the fireplace for the comforting warmth of the lapping flames. When she was completely naked, she turned toward Briggs for further instructions. He was holding out some kind of garment made of a frilly pink material.
"Put this on!" he instructed her gruffly. His eyes wandered.hungrily over her full outthrusting tits, her trim waist, her smooth shapely belly. It had been one thing to admire the redhead's nakedness through the protective shield of the one-way glass. It was quite another to be alone in a remote cabin with her lush bare body only a foot away from him. He swallowed hard and struggled for self-control. He had planned the weekend's agenda carefully, and he didn't want to jump the gun. It was too early to plough her pink slit with his throbbing cock.
Doris unraveled the material curiously. It was an apron, the old-fashioned kind that covered both lap and chest. . . but it would leave her completely naked in back, except for the strips of straps and ties. She put on the flimsy garment, that was cut low over her full tits. With the apron on, she felt far more naked and vulnerable than she had completely naked. It seemed . .. dirty ... that he should want to see her dressed that way.
"You look lovely, my dear. Now you may clean up the cabin. Rags and cleansers are under the sink in the kitchen,"
To take her mind off her humiliation, Doris threw tier energy into cleaning up the cabin. Despite all her efforts, however, she could not ignore Briggs' lecherous gaze following her around the rooms. Every time she bent over she was agonizingly aware of his eyes assessing the smooth upturned curves of her ass.
When she was finished with her work, the cabin looked perfect for a comfortable, enjoyable weekend. She only wished she were with someone she could have a good time with.
"Now, my dear, I imagine you must be hungry. Let me fix us something to eat."
Doris had not realized, until Briggs mentioned it, just how hungry she was. Her stomach rambled at the mention of food. "Anything I can do to help?" she asked submissively. She had decided that, if she played the game strictly by her landlord's rules, he might give her time off for good behavior.
Walter grinned with delight. The pretty redhead was coming around. He could see that already she was treating, him with much more respect than she ever had before. The thought made him feel good. He wan'ted this selfish woman's admiration more than he had ever wanted anything. And he thought he knew just what would win that admiration.
She needed to be treated a little rough. Most of the men in her life treated her like she was delicate as a Dresden doll. She needed to know what it was like to deal with a real man.
"Why don't you set the table, Doris?"
She found the cutlery and some tableclothes. She set the table carefully, as though she were expecting special guests for dinner. Maybe Walter Briggs would appreciate her efforts and think better of subjecting her to a weekend's humiliation.
"That looks lovely, my dear." Walter had suspended his dinner preparations to watch her naked ass bending over the table. That tantalizing sight had been haunting the big man for the past-two hours. He loved the way she looked in that apron-so feminine, yet so lewd. On the spur of the moment, he decided that he had spared her long enough ... and kept his throbbing cock waiting far too long.
He walked up behind her and pulled his cock from his fly.
The first thing Doris felt was a thick, blunt pressure against her naked ass-crevice. Then the man's big hands bent her farther over the table, to give easier access to her vulnerable pussy.
"Oh, no," she moaned feebly. Now it was to begin! He was going to fuck her like this, right over the carefully arranged table. She felt a quick stab of anger, then a familiar little tingle deep in her belly. Her body was titillated by the idea of being taken like this, suddenly, in the midst of dinner preparations. She remembered the impressive size of Walter Briggs' cock and she began to tremble at the thought of feeling it filling her tight pussy-cavern to bursting. "No . . don't do it to me!"
Walter grinned at her weak protest. Obviously the wanton redhead was fighting a brutal inner struggle. Part of her-her conscience-wanted to fight him and the humiliation of being fucked for blackmail. Another, more powerful, part of her wanted this coupling as much as he did. "Grin and bear it, baby!" he told her.
As he spoke, he shoved his prick hard against the yielding entrance to her twat. His cock soared right on up inside, imbedding itself in a hot wet environment of clinging cunt. "Goddamn! What a pussy!"
Without further hesitation, he began to ram his large, swollen cock deep into her cunt. His pull-outs were short and eager. His throbbing penis didn't want to be out of her too long. It just felt too damned good up inside her voracious pussy. "Uuuuuuhhh ... yeah, baby!"
"Ooooohhh . . . mmmpppphhh ..." Doris couldn't remember ever having been this powerfully fucked. The combination of Briggs' hard lunges and the size of his cock were driving her wild with a fast-blooming lust. Mixed in with her eagerness was a passing fear that he might actually hurt her with his ruthless impalements. But that fear could not dim the sheer salacious pleasure of experiencing his turgid cock spreading her cunt-walls farther than they had ever been spread before. "God! Oh God, it's good! Do it! Do it to meeee!"
Walter grinned with satisfaction. It was just as he had thought. His swollen nine inches had been just what the greedy beauty was waiting for. He had never had such a wanton creature pinioned on the end of his prick before; He enjoyed the overwhelming sense of power he experienced every time her round ass-cheeks wiggled greedily back toward his pelvis.
She was everything he had hoped for! Walter even forgot about the anger he had felt for the pretty littleslut. All he wanted now was to debauch her thoroughly ... to leave a mark on her that she would never forget. Other men will never feel as good after she's had a weekend of me, he thought confidently.
"Ooooohhh . . . ooohhhhhhh . . . I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!" Doris experienced a moment's shame. Not only was she cooperating with her' blackmailer, but she was enjoying the rampaging power of his impressive cock more than she had ever enjoyed any. male before. She should be resisting his insensitive assault, not wailing for more. She should definitely not be cumming from the wanton excitation of his filling prick!
Doris began to wriggle her ass more shamelessly than ever. She shoved it hard back against his pubic bone, forcing him as deep into her cunt as she could get him. Then she undulated her hips against him, relishing the smooth fleshy intrusion far inside her womb. "Uuuuuhhhh! ... Oooooohhh, more! Do it some more!"
For Walter, having his sexy prisoner begging for more of his turgid prick was the highspot of a life racked with disappointment. But Doris Meyers' enthusiasm made up for it all. He felt like a real man again. He was the conquering hero who had reduced his lovely captive to a mewling mass of craving sexual energy. Without knowing it, the redhead had given Walter back his self-respect.
He watched with aroused amusement as Doris's carefully laid table dissolved into an unkempt scene of spilled shakers and clattering cutlery. Her pretty, lust-contorted face lay pressed into the tablecloth, rapt with concentration as her pussy milked his cock for more pleasure. "Aaaaaarrr-gggghhhh! Uuuuuhh. . .your prick's so filling in meeeee!"
She surprised even Walter when she came for the third time in a row. He grabbed her hips firmly and pulled her hard back against him in a slow, agonizing rhythm. His cock was throbbing mightily, begging for release ... for the chance to spill its load in pussy for the first time in a year. "Feels good, eh, baby?" He wanted her to say it. To admit that he was more man than she had ever known.
To such a direct question, Doris hesitated to give an answer. It was one thing to mewl in wanton arousal under his cock's thrusts. It was another thing to admit submissively that he was fucking her better than anyone had ever fucked her. Her moans ceased, though her ass kept on wiggling back in search of his cock.
With a sadistic grin, Walter pulled his prick right out of her clutching cunt-hole. "Well?" he taunted; her. Hard as his cock was throbbing, he was willing to wait her out. He wanted to remind her irrevocably of who was boss.
The redhead's resistance lasted only a few moments. Her hot cunt tingled in frustrated need. His cruel withdrawal had left her with a warm empty place that craved filling. Doris thought about standing up straight, about telling him defiantly that she didn't need him. But the thought repelled her. There would still be that awful, unsated need deep in her belly.
Her last resistance crumbled in favor of brute satisfaction. "Oh .. . yessss, yessss ... it feels good, Mr. Briggs! It feels good!"
Walter was satisfied. That was all he wanted to hear. He thrust his cock in along her trembling ass-slit and found the hot welcoming hole of her cunt. He reamed her cunt-passage with long deep penetrating strokes, driving the wails from deep in her gut. When she was seething on the brink of distraction, he let go.
"Uuuuuhhh . . . God, it's happening!"
"Oh yesssss... yessss, cum in meeeee! Oooooohhh, I'm cumming too! Aaaahhh, it feels so wonderful!"
Now when he pulled his cock from her wet streaming cunt, she felt only sweet satisfaction. She had what she wanted. The hot thick load of his juices seeped wetly from her inflamed pussy-lips. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, and struggled to straighten up.