Chapter 3
Amy had another week before Aston would return to demand another 'payment' from her. And when she was truthful with herself, she realized she had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it was sickening, it was blackmail, it was very close to rape. On the other hand, every time her husband Tom fucked her she remembered what it had been like with Brad.
Nevertheless, she was determined to put that all behind her. She would have the money to pay off Aston when he arrived if it was the last thing she did. So she began to work very hard at selling Star Cosmetics.
The problem was that she had already run out of friends and neighbors to sell the stuff to. So now she knew she was really out in the big wide world all by herself. Each day she went farther from-her own neighborhood, walking the streets, ringing the doorbells.
It was very hard work, with very little reward. By Thursday, the day Brad was due, she had only sold about one hundred dollars worth. And of course she wouldn't be able to collect the money on any of it until she could get the cosmetics from him and deliver them to the customers.
So on Thursday afternoon, again ringing doorbells in a strange neighborhood, she was weary and close to despair. It didn't seem like anything would ever happen to extricate her from this mess.
Oh shit, she thought, maybe I should just give it all up. Go home and wait for him to come. Let him fuck me and fuck me until he gets tired of it. Then give him back the sample kit and be done with the whole business.
It was in this mood that she trudged up the pathway to one final door and listlessly rang the bell. It was answered by a very exotic-looking girl who was about her own age. The girl was obviously the result of some unusual racial mixture, and she had turned out stunningly beautiful.
She had walnut-colored skin and raven-black hair that hung to her waist. Her black eyes glimmered with fire, but they were puffy and it was clear that she had been crying.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Amy said instinctively. "I-didn't mean to barge in on you if you're not feeling well. I'm only selling these ... cosmetics."
She held up the sample box, feeling pretty foolish.
The girl smiled. "Oh, don't mind me," she said, wiping her eyes self-consciously. She opened the door to let Amy in. "I've been doing this all day, off and on. It'll be good to get my-mind off it."
Amy felt a little nervous and awkward about it. What if someone had died, or something? But she followed the girl inside the house. She spread all her cosmetics out on the coffee table, as she usually did, and talked about them.
The girl's name, it turned out, was Tamyra. She was wearing a bathrobe, which was another reason Amy felt nervous. What if I came in the middle of her bath, or something? Amy thought. But Tamyra sat silently through Amy's whole routine about her wares.
"I just found out my husband's been cheating on me," she finally said.
"Oh, how awful," Amy said.
She felt surprised and embarrassed. She didn't know why Tamyra would tell her, a total stranger, such a thing. And out of the blue, too.
"He's been screwing his secretary for months," Tamyra said. "I never suspected a thing."
Tears welled up in Tamyra's eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Amy felt sorry for her. Tamyra was such a beautiful girl. Amy couldn't imagine how any man would want to cheat on her. The helpless tears - made the girl even more beautiful. She wept uncontrollably. Amy wanted to comfort her.
"Maybe there's an ... explanation," she said weakly, thinking of her own cheating on Tom. "I mean, you're so beautiful and everything. How could he ..."
They were both sitting on Tamyra's small sofa. Instinctively Amy reached out and drew the shuddering girl to her. She encircled Tamyra's shoulders with one arm and drew the girl's head down on her own shoulder.
"You don't have to cry," she murmured over and over. "You don't have to cry."
Tamyra Wept silently for a few moments. She moved closer to Amy, pressing so close that Amy could feel the curves of her young body through the robe.
"It feels so good just to have someone hold me," Tamyra whispered. "I've been so lonely."
"I don't mind. I don't mind," Amy repeated.
She didn't mind, either. It felt kind of good to her, holding Tamyra like this. A Warm wonderful feeling spread through her. She rocked Tamyra gently in her arms. When Tamyra lifted her tear-streaked face and her mouth, Amy's mouth met hers before either of them even knew what they were doing.
Tamyra's tongue slithered between her parted lips. She moved her mouth with ardent longing against the girl's. My god, we're kissing! she thought wildly. This can't be happening!
But it was happening. Their kiss became hot and searching. Their tongues probed and coiled together. Amy could feel Tamyra's hands roving all over her body. She could feel the urge to put her own hands under the girl's robe.
Never in her life had she dreamed of doing anything like this! The blood pounded in her ears. Tamyra's wet moving lips were on her neck, kissing her throat.
When she squirmed as if to move away, her hand found that Tamyra's robe was gaping open. Her fingers brushed the full round globes of Tamyra's naked breasts.
"Go ahead," Tamyra whispered.
"Go ahead and what?" Amy whispered back.
"Touch me."
"Touch you?"
"Squeeze me. Don't you want to?"
Tamyra breathed in Amy's ear, her tongue following her breath. Amy's whole body was seized with sexual shivers. Did she want to? She had never done anything like that.
She opened her hands. Tamyra leaned forward, filling Amy's palms with the springy flesh of her firm warm breasts. At the same time she began unbuttoning Amy's blouse.
"What ... what are we doing?" Amy whimpered.
"Don't think about it. Just do it," Tamyra whispered.
Amy wanted to do back to Tamyra what Tamyra was doing--to her. But she was too afraid. It was so wrong. So she simply yielded to the girl. Tamyra stripped off her blouse and began fussing with the catch of her bra.
Amy shut her eyes. The full warm globes of Tamyra's breasts in her hands felt wonderful. But she had to let them go because Tamyra had got her bra unclasped and was trying to get it off her arms.
"God; you're so beautiful!" Tamyra whispered.
Amy wanted to ask, "Have you done this before?" Something about Tamyra's skill at getting them both into this puzzled her. And the girl was obviously full of desire for her. On the other hand, it was nice to be desired. And in such a total way, too, by this total stranger.
The realization that it was a girl who was doing this to her seemed to have slipped her mind for the moment. Tamyra's wet clever lips were now on her naked breasts, all over them. Tamyra's mouth leeched nearly unbearable pleasures out of Amy's throbbing nipples.
"Aaahhnnnnn!" Amy gasped uncontrollably.
God, I must be turning into a sex maniac or something! she thought. First Brad, now this. And with a girl this time! I'm really sick!
But she didn't feel sick. She felt wonderful. No man had ever made love to her breasts the way Tamyra was doing. She explored each firm globe with her tongue and her lips. She knew how to make Amy's nipples ache with fire.
"God, it feels so good!" Amy moaned.
"Mmmmrnmm, would you like to do it to me?" Tamyra asked.
"I ... I've never done anything like this before," Amy whispered shyly.
Tamyra pushed her down gently onto her back on the sofa. She put one hand on each side of Amy's head and leaned over her, dangling her firm richly brown breasts in Amy's face. Her dark nipples were large and puffy. Amy had never felt anything like what she felt now. Her mouth yearned for the succulent buds.
"There's always a first time," Tamyra whispered. "Kiss me, honey. Kiss me and suck me."
She bent her elbows, lowering her quivering breasts into Amy's face. Amy brought her hands up and cupped the smooth mounds of flesh. She squeezed them and watched Tamyra's dark nipples flare. With her tongue she flicked one of the swollen buds.
"Ohhhhh!" Tamyra gasped.
Amy sucked the nipple between her lips. She squeezed the firm globe of Tamyra's breast in both hands and sucked the girl greedily. She could hardly believe the wild pleasure it gave her, or the bliss it seemed to give Tamyra.
"Ohhhhhhh god, yes! God, yessssss!" the girl groaned, arching her back, pushing her breasts down into Amy's working mouth.
Amy realized, now that it was too late, that a whole new forbidden world of lust had opened up for her. Eagerly devouring Tamyra's beautiful dangling saliva-wet breasts, she realized that there was no turning back now. However girls fucked, she was going to find out.
It was horribly, scandalously wrong. But somehow, having done it with Brad had opened the door to everything. She wanted Tamyra, she wanted to fuck with her. She didn't wait this incredible pleasure to stop. She hummed and cooed with crazy lust, sucking and tonguing the stiff erect cones of Tamyra's large excited nipples.
"Oh god, I want you, I want you!" she repeated wildly over and over, slurping Tamyra's breasts, digging her fingers into the resilient flesh of the girl's supple brown back.
"Oh baby, I want you too!" Tamyra moaned.
Still letting Amy kiss and suck her breasts, Tamyra unzipped Amy's skirt with her fingers. Then she slithered down Amy's squirming body, tugging off her skirt and panties in one smooth motion.
Her passionate lips explored Amy's sleek belly and the warm flesh of her inner thighs. Amy knew that Tamyra was going to eat her pussy. But she knew the girl didn't realize that her own desire was just as strong. Just because it was new to her, and somehow shamefully wicked, didn't mean that her palpitating body couldn't feel the hot crackling lust that Tamyra's caresses inspired.
"Oh baby, me too, I want to eat you ... and fuck you too!" she moaned to Tamyra.
"Ummmmmmm," Tamyra responded, turning around so that their bodies were in sixty-nine position. "Honey, I was hoping you'd want to. God, you're just so beautiful, I want to fuck you and fuck you!"
"Unnhhhh!" Amy gasped sharply as she felt Tamyra's lips meet her blossoming cunt for the first time. "Oh! Oh!"
The pleasure was intense. Tamyra's mouth on her pussy was much different than Brad's had been. It was gentle but firm, fiery and tender at the same time. Tamyra's fingers and tongue explored the steamy folds of Amy's tingling slit, making her pant uncontrollably with hot delight.
Tamyra's thighs were spread over her face. She looked up into the red glistening wet gash of the girl's cunt. She ran her fingers over Tamyra's smooth round ass, wondering what it would be like when she finally put her mouth on that thick juicy quim that hovered above her face.
Only a half an hour ago the very idea would have made her vomit. But: not now. The rich musky - odor of Tamyra's dripping pussy excited her tremendously. She dug her fingers into the round moons of the girl's ass and pulled the long wet slit down to her lips.
"Aaahhhhhnnnnnnn!" Tamyra groaned with pleasure as Amy's tongue slithered up into her cunt for the first time.
For a brief moment she lifted her head away from Amy's splayed groin and savored the bliss of Amy's tongue and lips exploring her aching furrow.
"Oh god, baby, yesssss!" she moaned in encouragement to Amy.
But Amy didn't need any encouragement. She slurped and swallowed Tamyra's warm buttery juices, sticking her tongue deep into the girl's tight pussy. She sucked Tamyra's cunt-lips and diddled her clit with her tongue until she could feel Tamyra's thighs begin to clench and shake with intense excitement.
Wildly aroused, Tamyra bent her face back to Amy's runny slit and began to tongue-fuck Amy fiercely. She slid two fingers into Amy's throbbing cunt, raping her repeatedly with quick sharp jabs. At the same time her tongue and lips tortured Amy's screaming clit until Amy was gagging with lust, raking the sofa pillows with: her fingernails.
Amy had never felt this kind of sex before. It was nothing like man sex. If anything, what Tamyra was doing to her was more brutal than anything Brad had done. It made Amy just delirious with the desire to come.
She couldn't keep eating Tamyra's pussy, even though the long glistening wet trench swirled above her face, inviting her tongue. But the skillful sexual mauling Tamyra was giving her cunt drove everything from her mind but the need to come.
"Ohbnnnnn!" she moaned. "Ohn! Ungh! Unh! Oh god, I can't stand it!"
"Oh, yes you can! Yes you can!" Tamyra panted.
She now had Amy just where she wanted her, a quivering helpless mass of beautiful flesh, begging for her orgasm. Tamyra knew what she was doing. She knew she could give Amy a climax so powerful and unique that whenever she looked back on it she would never be able to regret the experience.
Tamyra lubricated the forefinger of her free hand with saliva. Still jabbing Amy's splayed pussy with her other hand, she slowly introduced the finger into the tight puckered ring of Amy's asshole. Suddenly Amy's squirming ass began jouncing in frenzy.
"Aannggum eeeeee!" she wailed as Tamyra's long finger penetrated her rectum.
But Tamyra knew it was a scream of shock, not pain. She bent her mouth to Amy's swollen clit again and began sucking and tonguing it rapidly. At the same time she slid her finger all the way into Amy's tight asshole. Now she fucked Amy's cunt and asshole at the same time, slowly at first, then roughly, heatedly.
Amy went bananas. Her pelvis flipped and squirmed wildly under the plunging assault of Tamyra's fingers. Tamyra's tongue and lips on her clit made her want to shriek with bliss and die with coming. She could feel her orgasm deep in her belly like a long thin knife hurtling toward her.
"Ohhhh! Ohhnnnnnn! Oh god ... yes! God yes, god yes!" she panted and gasped, pitching her hips up into Tamyra's fierce fuck-assault.
Suddenly her body arched and stiffened. Tamyra, knowing it was there, sucked her clit and raped her cunt and asshole viciously. The hot flying knife of her orgasm arrived and cut Amy in two.
"UNNGGHH!" she grunted, feeling the wind knocked out of her by the force of her climax. "AANNGGHHHIIIIIIEEEEEE! OHN GOD! GOD GOD GOD! UUNNNHHGGIIIEEEEEEE!" she cried out when her breath came back.
The coming poured and ripped through her. Her blood ran with fire. Her pussy throbbed and boiled, and it felt like her flesh was scorched by the rolling waves of beat. It took a long time for it to finish?
My god, She thought as the aftershocks slowly died away, is this what it's like when a girl does it to you? She quickly realized that it wasn't any better than when Brad had done it to her. But it was different. It was wildly, excruciatingly pleasurable.
"Oh god, baby, I've never come like that!" she finally gasped to Tamyra, who had turned around now and kissed her.
"Good," Tamyra murmured.
Her eyes were glazed and smoky. She seemed strangely abstracted. It slowly dawned on Amy that Tamyra's lust was still unsatisfied. The experience had been so overpowering for her that she hadn't done anything for the girl.
"Now ... will you do something for me?" Tamyra asked in a solemn, husky voice.
"Of course," Amy said, feeling guilty that she hadn't done it before it was asked.
Still, she had a strange feeling that Tamyra and she weren't on the same wavelength. Tamyra wasn't just asking: now that I've made you come, will you make me?
"You're sure you won't mind?" Tamyra asked, making Amy grow even more suspicious.
Amy shook her head. She tried to push Tamyra onto her back. She scooped up the girl's naked breasts again in her hands and began licking the large dark nipples, loving the way they stiffened under her stroking tongue
"Of course I won't mind," Amy said warmly. "I want to eat you and suck you."
"But ... I want you to do something else too," Tamyra murmured softly, shyly.
Uh oh, Amy thought. Here it comes. Is she some kind of sick-o whip freak, or something?
"What?" Amy whispered.
"Fuck me with your fist."
Amy blushed so hard she thought her whole naked body might grow red. She wondered if she had heard Tamyra right. Nothing so bizarre had ever occurred to her before. The mere thought of it made her already achy cunt clench with fear.
"My fist?" she said, trying to keep her composure.
Tamyra leaned forward and kissed her mouth. Her tongue searched passionately for Amy's.
"Please!" she murmured against Amy's lips. "It drives me crazy! I can't ever get anybody to do it to me. They all think it's too sick!"
"Doesn't it hurt?" Amy asked.
Tamyra's eyes begged her. "It makes me o.d. coming," she said.
Amy realized that she was more or less trapped. How, after what Tamyra had done for her, could she refuse? She realized that Tamyra had planned it that way. She shrugged her shoulders.
"If that's what you want," she said.
"God, if you only knew how much I want it, honey," Tamyra said.
Already her breath was quick with excitement. She got off the sofa and lay down on the floor in the middle of the living room, spreading her thighs. The puckering wet fleshy gash of her pussy gasped vulnerably.
"Come down here," she said to Amy. "There's more room."
"I ... I've never done anything like this before," Amy said hesitantly.
She crouched between Tamyra's spread quivering thighs. Tamyra was already panting and squirming with sexual excitement.
"Don't worry," she panted. "It won't take long. I'm so close now I'm almost ready to pop. Just start with two fingers. Then three, then four. When you finally can make a fist, then really fuck me hard with it, okay?"
"Okay," Amy murmured. "If that's really what you want."
"Oh god, baby, please! Please, do it to me!"
Amy bent her face down and began licking Tamyra's wet pussy. She parted the fleshy petals with her fingers and dipped her tongue deep into the juicy furrow, tasting Tamyra's juices. Finally she slid two fingers into the sleeve of the girl's silky slit, wondering how it would ever stretch wide enough to accommodate her whole fist.
But she had promised. She had to go on.
"Unnhbhhhhh ... unnnhhhhhhh," Tamyra was already half grunting and half-moaning.
She bit her lower lip and propped herself up on her elbows so that she could see Amy's hand working in and out of her cunt.
"More, more," she panted. "Do four. Do four!"
Amy got four fingers into the greasy trench. The flesh of Tamyra's cunt stretched and soon Amy was able to get the wedge formed by her four fingers and her thumb into it. Tamyra's eyes rolled up behind her lips. She was mewling with wanton sexual need.
"Unnnhhhhhhh ... unnhhhhhhh," she hummed. "God yes! Oh god, I'm so close! Fuck me hard, baby! Make a fist, make a fist! Now, now!"
But in spite of her initial reluctance, Amy was really getting into it now. She didn't need to be asked. She could get her whole hand into Tamyra's sloshy cunt now. It flew in and out of the gaping furrow. Tamyra groaned and gagged and shivered with wild lust.
Amy clenched her fingers into - a fist. Her protruding knuckles raked the soft squishy walls of Tamyra's clinging cunt. She buried her fist in the girl's pussy up to the wrist.
"AAWWOONNGGGG!" Tamyra groaned, howling and twisting in wild throes of pleasure as Amy really began to fist-fuck her brutally.
You wanted it, baby! You asked for it! Amy chanted over and over to herself as she ripped her fist again and again into the poor shuddering, gagging girl's splayed pussy. Part of her was ashamed of herself for getting off on it so much.
On the other hand, it was getting her sexually aroused again herself. She put her free hand in her own wet pussy and began fucking herself as she fucked Tamyra.
Tamyra was out of her mind with sexual pleasure. Though she obviously loved watching Amy's hand jack hammering in and out of her cunt, her body went into writhing convulsions. She fell back on the floor and put both hands into her groin, frantically rubbing her clit now, keening and whimpering.
"Unnhh! Oh god ... yes! Yes! Unhhh! Ohh nnnn! Oh! Oh Jesus! Fuck me! Harder, harder! Yes! Unnnhhhh!"
Suddenly Amy saw an expression of sublime torment seize the girl's beautiful face. Tamyra clenched her whole body. Then she exploded.
"NNNNNNEEEEEEE!" she shrieked. "0000 HHHHHHNNNNEEEEE! AAIIIEEEEEE!"
With her fist buried deep in Tamyra's coming pussy, Amy held on tight. She embraced the writhing girl with one arm and pressed her naked body against Tamyra's. She rubbed her own cunt against Tamyra's twitching knee and came again herself, feeling the currents of Tamyra's orgasm flow into her.
But the way Tamyra came was incredible to Amy. It almost seemed as if the girl were going to die from the intensity of the orgasm that shook her straining body. She came and came and came, bearing down on Amy's wrist, rubbing her clit against it, and coming yet again. She gagged and wheezed and tears squirted from her eyes. But just when it seemed that she was finished, she would squeeze another orgasm out.
By the time she was truly finished, both girls were so exhausted they could hardly move. Amy removed her hand from Tamyra's tortured pussy and they collapsed in each other's arms in fatigue. They didn't speak because there didn't seem to be anything to say. Despite what they had done, they were still almost total strangers.
God, how awful! Amy thought at first Brad, now this. What's come over me?
Nevertheless, she soon got up and put on her clothes. Before she left she wanted to ask Tamyra if what she suspected was true. The story about Tamyra's husband cheating on her was a lie, part of her strategy to get Amy to the point where she could fuck her.
But really, the more she thought about it, she didn't want to ask. She didn't want to know too much. She leaned over to kiss the naked Tamyra, who was still sprawled across the floor. Then she left.
Tamyra smiled lazily. "Will I see you again?"
"You want to order some lipstick?"
"I'll order a case," Tamyra grinned.
"Then I'll have to come back to deliver it, won't I?" Amy said, tossing her head flirtatiously as she walked out the door.
But as he walked down the path to the street, she could only shiver at the thought of what she had done.
Chapter Fovr
Amy hated herself. She hated her young body for being so sex-hungry. She had never been this way in the past. It was only two days after her lesbian-fucking experience with Tamyra, yet already her cunt was itching, at the thought of being filled with Brad's big prick.
And so she was both shocked and delighted when he phoned her a day early. She was glad he hadn't called when Tom was home. "Plans have changed," he said. "I can't make it tomorrow. You have to come downtown. Max Krip wants to see us both in his office."
"Why is that?" Amy asked, suddenly feeling very nervous.
Krip was the regional vice president of Star Cosmetics. She had been present at a sales meeting once when he had given a pep talk. He was a thick barrel-chested ape-looking man, bald as an onion, with dense black fur growing on his arms. He seemed coarse and revolting but at the same time totally masterful, as if he harbored some brutal strength of will and body that ordinary men like Brad and her husband didn't have.
Amy remembered the way Krip had leered at her legs and her breasts at that meeting. The look in his eye had made her feel somehow like a piece of meat swinging on a hook. She didn't like the feeling. And she didn't like the idea that she was going to have to see him again, either.
"He thinks he's found something wrong with our accounts," Brad answered her question.
Amy tried not to panic. "But I thought you were going to take care of all that!" she pried, trying to keep the hysteria out of her voice. "I thought I was in debt to you personally!"
"Now hold on, Amy. Don't get upset. I was a little short myself. I just didn't think it would be noticed for a week or two."
"Wonderful!" she half-sobbed, not knowing whether to cry or scream.
"Calm down, baby. Just leave it to me. I know Max. I can handle him. He just wants to call us on the carpet. No big deal. We promise to repay the money. He'll get his kicks bawling us out. Everything will be fine. Wear something sexy. He'll go for that."
Amy was so distraught that she hung up the phone without even saying goodbye. Wear something sexy, indeed!
And yet by the next afternoon, as she was getting dressed to go downtown, she realized that Brad had a point. If she acted girlish and coy and sexy with that old bastard Krip, maybe he would be more inclined to let them off easy.
So, without putting on a bra, she pulled a slinky blue top on that clung to every round curve of her full young breasts. The clinging cloth outlined her nipples like ripe plums. Also, she wore the shortest skirt she could find in the closet, and no stockings.
This ought to get the hairy old fart, she thought. I'll have his eyes popping Out of his head.
But by the time she reached the regional office of Star Cosmetics, she had lost her cocky confidence again. Feeling frightened and vulnerable, she approached the smirking secretary shyly.
"I ... have an appointment with Mr. Aston and Mr. Krip," she stammered softly.
"You're early. Have a seat," said the secretary in a clipped, arrogant voice.
Amy sat down. The thought of having to face Krip alone terrified her. But she didn't see Brad anywhere.
"Is Mr. Aston here yet?" she asked.
"He's in with Mr. Krip now," the secretary said. Amy went briefly limp with relief. At Least Brad would be there to protect her from Krip's anger.
In a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Amy, Krip's deep voice came over the intercom, summoning her into his office. Amy entered it nervously. She saw Aston sitting in an armchair by Krip's desk. He smiled at her, a sensual kind of smile that seemed out of place and made her uneasy.
Krip was standing behind his desk. His dark beady eyes swept boldly over her body as she approached.
"Have a seat, Mrs. Rogers," he said.
His smile had a sickening suggestion of cruelty to it. But Amy realized he was just trying to be friendly. Relaxing a little, she sat down across from him. But Krip didn't wait long to pounce. His friendly eyes suddenly narrowed into a frown.
"I hear you've been less than honest, Mrs. Rogers, in your handling of Star Cosmetic funds," he said, his voice pulsing with menace.
Amy looked over at Brad for help. His steel-grey eyes were like a concrete wall.
"I ... I didn't mean to," she stammered. "It was a foolish mistake. But I thought Brad, I mean Mr. Aston and I had worked it all out."
"Oh?" Krip said, coming around from behind his desk. "And how did you work it out?"
Amy felt herself blushing deeply. She knew from the tone of his insinuating voice that Krip knew she and Brad had fucked. She felt trapped and horribly ashamed. Krip was now standing behind her chair. She heard a vulgar chuckle coming from deep in his throat.
"That's okay," he chuckled. "You don't have to tell me."
Suddenly from out of nowhere his two meaty and hairy hands come down from behind and grasped her breasts through her sweater. He squeezed them enthusiastically.
"My my," he chuckled, "what splendid big jugs you've got, Mrs. Rogers!"
Amy was so shocked that for a moment she forgot where she was and the circumstances of her being there.
"Why, how dare you touch me like that!" she spit out.
She twisted her body out of his grip and stood up, spinning to face him with the chair between them. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Brad .had not made a move to get out of his chair.
A horrible salacious grin spread over Max Krip's face. "Mrs. Rogers," he said, "I'm afraid Brad Aston and I have already resolved his part in this. Now you owe the money directly to me, not him."
"To you?" Amy whimpered, trying to conceal her horror.
"Yes," Krip said, coming around the chair toward her. "To me."
He put out his hairy paws again and fondled her breasts, this time pinching her nipples through the cloth, as if to persuade her that he meant business.
"Ouch!" Amy said. "You're hurting me!"
"Oh, I don't want to hurt you," Krip said in his soft menacing way. "Neither of us want to hurt you. If you just cooperate with us.
"Us?" Amy said, looking from Krip to Brad and back again. "You don't mean both of you?"
Krip nodded slowly. "I'm afraid that's just what I mean."
"My God, no! You can't be serious!" Amy cried out. "It was just a little mistake! I'll get the money somehow!"
"If you don't cooperate I'm afraid I'll have to report the whole thing to the police," Krip said.
"Oh God, noooo!" Amy sighed.
Krip was already pulling her sweater up over her head. She tried not to resist, realizing what a spot she was in. Now he filled his hands again, this time with her smooth naked breasts.
"Mmmmmm," Krip hummed admiringly. "What beautiful knockers. Brad, ring Miss Farnsworth and tell her we don't want any calls for the next hour."
While Aston did as he was told, Krip led Amy to the rear of his office, where there was a door.
"We'll just go into my private office, Mrs. Rogers. Do you mind if I call you Amy? I mean, I am going to fuck you, after all. Maybe it would be nicer if we were on a first name basis. You can call me Max."
But tears were spilling down Amy's cheeks, and she couldn't speak to the revolting man. You prick! she thought. You horrible evil man, doing this to me!
He led her into the next room. There was almost nothing in it but a huge bed. Amy decided that he must do this all the time, that she was only the most recent victim. Somehow this made her feel even worse, as if she were cheap, only as good as the rest of them had been. It gave her a perverse desire to outdo all the others. To be the best fuck who had ever spread-eagled herself on this vast bed for this disgusting man.
Brad quickly joined them. He shut the door behind him and threw the large bolt. Amy beseeched him with her eyes to rescue her from this. In response he just grinned and unzipped his pants.
She watched him undress, remembering how just yesterday she had been dying to have him fuck her. When his long jumping cock came into view, she gave a tiny gasp of recognition. She wanted to be alone with him to have him jam it into her already wet crack.
"Mmmmmmm, you like Brad's tool, do you?" Krip murmured. "You remember how it brought you off, eh? Well Amy, I guarantee you you'll remember today even more."
"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered. "Just please don't hurt me."
"Oh, we won't," Krip said.
But he grasped her breasts brutally in his thick meaty hands and mauled her distended nipples with his lips. In spite of her fear, Amy could feel her body getting aroused. The way he sucked her nipples so sharply made her cunt flow with warm
Brad, now naked, joined them. While Krip sucked her throbbing boobs, Brad stripped off her skirt and panties; Now she was naked too. Brad took her down on the bed and began sucking and licking her aching quim, while Max Krip undressed.
Amy shut her eyes and tried, briefly at least, to enjoy the way Brad ate her pussy. She recalled the way he had reduced her to a quivering mass of need last week by sucking her cunt this way. And now his tongue rooting in her wet furrow made her gasp with hot pleasure.
She kept her eyes shut because she didn't want to watch the piggish Krip undressing. The very thought of him touching her turned her stomach.
"Ohhnn!" she whimpered as Brad began fucking her swollen clit rapidly with his tongue.
"Say, she really likes the way you gobble her little box, doesn't she Aston?" Krip said.
Amy felt the bed give as his thick body settled onto it beside them. Her eyelids fluttered open and she didn't want to believe what she saw.
Krip was so furry that he looked like a bald grizzly bear. The look of lust on his face was obscene and even frightening. But worst of all, she couldn't help looking down to his groin. There she saw what had to be the most gigantic erect horse's cock that any man had ever been able to boast of.
It stood up tall and throbbing, a gigantic thick monster of a prick. Krip saw her looking at it and grinned. Amy figured he must be used to women looking at it with awe. He took it in both hands like a hose. Even then the stiff fat spear of flesh protruded two inches from the ends of his fingers.
"You like this?" he said, winking obscenely at her.
He scooted over next to her face. The monstrous twitching thing jumped only inches from her cheek. Amy had to shut her eyes again. My god, he wants me to suck it! she thought with revulsion.
At the same moment Brad was reducing her to a frenzy of lust. His lips were gently gnawing on her clit. The sensations were agonizingly sweet. Again she wished they were alone, without this repulsive satyr Krip poking his huge cock in her face.
Suddenly she felt him embracing her. His burly, hairy body pressed tight against her. His rough, demanding lips brushed her cheeks, found her lips. He kissed her with urgent lust. Amy tried not to vomit.
"You know," Krip said in a strangely tender voice, "I know exactly what you're thinking about me. But I'm really not cruel and sadistic. I'm not a monster. I'm just a man who loves to fuck beautiful women. And I fuck them good. You'll see. You'll be begging for more."
"But you're forcing me!" Amy spit out.
"Maybe," he said in his soothing, almost fatherly voice. "But it's one way I have to get you into bed. You probably wouldn't come of your own accord, now, would you?"
"I doubt it!" Amy said huffily.
"But I can guarantee you you'll be back," Krip said.
He's nuts! Amy thought. Totally nuts! Still, she couldn't help enjoying the feel of his tender hands running all over her body. He knew how to caress a woman. She didn't know what to think of him. He wasn't sexy, not at all. But he exuded a kind of raw sexual energy that made her feel like submitting completely to his dominance.
He wasn't as nauseating as she originally thought. In the back of her mind she already knew that her refusal to enjoy this would be in vain. The way Brad was licking the flames alive in her pulsing cunt was driving her crazy. And when Max scooted up toward her face again and held his gigantic throbbing organ inches from her mouth, she knew that she would yield to him totally.
"Wouldn't you like to suck it now?" he murmured gently.
Amy was so hypnotized by the power of his lust and strong maleness that he might as well have been offering her a cup of tea. She nodded. She opened her wet lips and took the massive stiff cock into her mouth, sucking him tenderly but thirstily.
Max lay beside her on the bed, turning her head to the side and probing her mouth softly with his huge prick.
"Oh, that's it, that's it," he groaned, praising her mouth-action.
Amy's mouth felt gorged on the massive thing. She swirled her tongue around the enormous bulbous head of it, wondering how her poor little pussy would ever stretch to receive such a monstrous tool. Maybe if I could make him come now, in my mouth, he'd forget about fucking me in the cunt! she thought. So she went after his orgasm with wild, crazy sucking.
Max enjoyed it for a few moments. But he knew what she was trying to do and wouldn't let her get away with it. Quickly he pulled his twitching cock out of her voracious mouth.
"No, no, honey, not yet," he. chuckled. "We don't want all the fun to be over with so soon, do we?"
He lifted her full breasts in his hairy paws and began sucking her nipples. Amy winced as he nibbled one lightly with his teeth. At the same instant she felt tiny little pains and spurting sexual fire in her breast.
With Brad sucking her cunt and Max her titties, Amy quickly became so aroused that she was writhing and moaning with delirious need. She cupped her aching breasts in her hands, pushing them into Max's sucking lips. She heaved her hips off the bed, mashing her hot pussy into Brad's working mouth.
"Ohhhhnnnnnn god!" she moaned. "Ohhhhnnnnn god yes! Yes! Unh! God, do it to me! Please! Do it to me!"
"What do you want us to do to you, honey?" Max asked in his bizarre fatherly voice.
"Fuck me!" Amy cried, having lost all shame. "Fuck me, please! Both of you fuck me!"
Actually she hadn't the faintest idea how both of them would fuck her. She guessed one at a time. How else? All she knew was that her hungry young cunt craved long thick pricks. Even Max's monster. Even if it wiped her out, she had to be fucked by it!
"Move out of there, Aston," she heard Max growl at Brad.
That meant that he wanted her first for himself. She mewled and squirmed as they changed places. Brad suddenly stretched out next to her. He leaned over and kissed her, his long sinuous tongue slithering into her half-open mouth. It was wildly erotic to Amy. She tasted her own warm puss juices on his tongue.
Brad's fingers rubbed and squeezed the firm globes of her ripe breasts, making the nipples flare and ache. At the same time she felt Max's fingers rooting in her splayed pussy.
"Just fuck me ... please fuck me!" she whimpered.
She wanted them to quit toying with her and get on with it. Her need was driving her crazy. Fuck me! Ohhnnn fuck me!
"I will, honey," Max answered. "I will. Clear out, Aston!" he growled again at Brad, who moved back from them.
Suddenly Amy felt Max's strong hairy hands turning her body over. She began to panic. But his soft soothing voice steadied her. His voice was at once firm and dominating, not to be denied.
"Now get up on your knees, honey, with your beautiful little ass up in the air. That's right. I'm going to fuck you doggie style. Have you ever done it that way before?"
"N-no," Amy whimpered, feeling his insistent fingers manipulate the smooth round flesh of her ass-cheeks.
"Ohhhh, you'll like it," he grinned obscenely.
Leaning down on her elbows, Amy looked back past her ripe dangling breasts and saw Max crouching on his knees behind her ass. She saw the huge cannon of his Stiff cock jumping menacingly, the head of it bloated with blood. It looked like an angry purplish battering ram. Biting her lower lip, she saw Max flexing his knees as he nudged the fat stalk against her wet throbbing cunt-lips.
Amy began to have second thoughts about it. But it was much too late. God, he'll split me in half! she thought.
"Nooooo! Oh no, you're too big!" she cried out.
"No I'm not, honey," he groaned. "You just reach back here and help him go in."
The menace in his voice was unmistakable. If she didn't obey him, something even worse would happen to her. With shaking fingers, she reached back between her trembling thighs and grasped his stiff hot shaft. She tried to feed it gently between her already tightly stretched pussy-lips.
But Max was impatient. He lunged forward with his hips, forcing the massive head of his prick into her tight cunt.
"Aaoowwummphbh!" Amy half gasped and half-grunted.
She slumped forward onto the mattress. Hot daggers of fire peppered her ravaged cunt.
"Back up!" Max commanded.
She struggled back up onto her elbows, presenting her quivering ass to him again. Slowly, but with insistent pressure, Max pushed his mammoth cock deeper and deeper into her. Amy held her breath and gritted her teeth. The initial daggers of pain seemed quickly to subside and melt into fantastic pulsations of pleasure.
Inch by inch the enormous shaft slid into her slimy slit. Amy felt her loins begin to melt with voluptuous heat. Her pelvis began to undulate instinctively. Even though her pussy was stretched and crammed to the splitting point, and she knew there were still a few inches of Max's huge cock sticking out of her, she wanted the whole thing.
"God, ungh!" she grunted and gasped. "Get it in me! All of it!"
"Oh, that's my girl," Max grinned.
He held onto her thighs with his thick hands and bent over her back. Then, with a fierce rutting plunge, he jabbed the rest of his monster cock into her. Amy felt it pierce the mouth of her womb.
"AAWWOONNNNGGGG!" she howled as a fiery mixture of pleasure and pain washed through her trembling body.
She continued to moan, but this time in sheer pleasure. Max flexed his hotly pulsing prick as it lay buried deep inside her clenching young pussy. His hands roamed over her lush body. He reached up beneath her and fondled her ripe hanging breasts, twisting the nipples to make her gasp with sharp pleasure. Then his hands drifted down her taut belly.
He slipped one finger into the top of her pussy's wet groove and found her distended clit. rubbing it wildly. Amy started bucking back against him, panting, craving for him to begin fucking her in earnest
"God, please Max!" she panted, half-crazed with delirious fuck-need. "Fuck me with it! God, it's so big! Fück the holy shit out of me with it! Please, please! Fuck me, Max!"
She could hardly believe the string of obscenities that came out of her mouth. But she was desperate. She felt like nothing but a big hungry pussy dying to be named and crammed and filled with spurting jism. Fuck me, oh fuck me her mind wailed.
Slowly Max began to fuck her, using all his skill. Kneeling behind her like a stud horse, ho pushed his throbbing prick in and out of her widely stretched cunt like a relentless piston. When the head of his glistening cock reached her splayed pussy-lips, he grabbed her hips and gored her with it suddenly. Amy nearly went out of her mind with hot piercing pleasure.
"Aawwoonnnggg! Unhggg!" she grunted, feeling the fleshy spike ream her cunt savagely.
She lay her head on her crisscrossed forearms, gyrating her ass back into each skewering thrust of his monster tool. Now she was moaning and mewling in an unceasing stream of throaty, gurgling sounds. Her face was contorted with ecstatic rapture as again and again she felt the gigantic shaft drill deep into her aching quim.
Amy was out of her mind with sexual pleasure. For a moment she didn't notice that Brad Aston had scooted close to her again. He slipped his hands under her body and grasped her firm young breasts, cupping the full warm mounds as they hung ripely from her chest. Somehow he worked his body around hers so that his cock was next to her mouth while his hands still squeezed her throbbing breasts and pinched her nipples.
"Suck it, Amy," he panted.
God, I can't!" she groaned. "Not while he's ... fucking me! Unhgh!"
"Yes you can. Try."
Some very perverse streak in her wanted her to do as he asked. She was already being totally despoiled and ravished by Max. Why not sink even lower? She opened her mouth and took Brad's long stiff cock into it. She began sucking him passionately, though grunting each time Max's huge cock ripped deep into her palpitating belly.
"Ohhhhh ... that's it, that's it, Amy baby!" Brad gasped with pleasure, tweaking her nipples and fucking her mouth rhythmically.
Amy realized suddenly that she was being fucked by both of them at once! She was moaning with insane pleasure in the midst of something that had horrified her moments ago. She didn't know if what she was feeling was shame or appalling excitement! All she knew was that she wanted it to goon!
Max was right about knowing how to fuck. Her smoldering pussy was at his mercy. He didn't want her to come until he was ready for it. He fucked her expertly, filling her starving cunt with his massive prick and diddling her screaming clit with his fingers until she reached just the right state of arousal As soon as she could feel her orgasm approaching like the distant rumblings of an earthquake, he would slow down and cool her off.
Meanwhile, through the hot fog of her own lust she realized that Brad was very close to his climax. The control he had exhibited when he had fucked her a week ago was gone. It must've been watching Max fuck me that got him - so aroused, Amy thought. Brad's large cock was as hard as iron. In fact, his whole body was stiff and jerking tightly. She knew he was going to come.
He held her head in his strong hands and jabbed his cock deep into her mouth. All Amy had to do was cling to it with her wet lips and try not to suffocate. She shut her eyes and held on.
"Aannnggghhhh!" Brad suddenly groaned loudly.
The hot jets of his squirting jism filled Amy's mouth. She gulped and gulped, trying not to drown in it. Wantonly she sucked on the thick spewing prick until Brad had no more cum to deposit in her mouth.
Max kept fucking her slowly, relentlessly throughout it all. But the excitement of Brad's climax seemed to double his urgent lust, just as it doubled Amy's. When Brad finally removed his limp cock from her mouth and rolled away, Max suddenly speared her pussy from behind with new savagery.
"AANNHHIIEEEE!" Amy shrieked as the huge dong seemed to split open the tender flesh of her tingling slit.
Amy braced herself. She knew he was really going to let her have it now. It would be like getting fucked by a lust-maddened grizzly bear with a horse's cock. Both Max's powerful arms encircled her spread thighs, and his meaty hands found the greasy swollen bud of her clit.
Already Amy could feel the swooping thundercloud of her climax hurtling toward her. God, he's going to kill me! She thought wildly.
"Oh God, Max, fuck me, I'm going to come!" she panted crazily.
She was like a rag doll in his hands. All she could do was grunt and mewl and whimper helplessly. Max pulled her limp body violently back into his jack hammering prick, goring her splayed cunt so thoroughly that poor Amy babbled in an agony of unbearable pleasure under his punishing strokes.
At the same time his thick but skillful fingers pinched and twirled her aching clit until suddenly she ruptured with blinding hot coming.
"000WWWUUNNGGHHHH!" she gasp grunted, feeling the breath leave her lungs. "AANNNHHIIIEEEEE! OH! OH GOD! OHHNN! AAAHHGGGNNNIIIEEEEEE!" she wailed as the wildfire orgasm swept through her thrashing body.
The sharp spasms of her climax continued to wrench her as she suddenly felt Max's body strain and shudder. With an animalistic groan he speared her spasming pussy with his monstrous baseball bat of a cock, raising her body off the bed. It spouted a geyser of hot thick cum into her. Amy slumped forward, enjoying the feeling of the powerful root squirting her throbbing pussy full of warm sticky jism.
She smiled and moaned, gyrating her ass in the air to give Max more intense pleasure. The hot tingling aftershocks of her stupendous orgasm took a long time to subside. Max lay on top of her back, his huge cock still pulsing inside her clasping cunt. But finally Amy began to regain her senses. She realized where she was, what she had done.
"Could you get off me, please?" she whimpered to Max.
Slowly he disengaged his body from hers and began pulling on his clothes.
"Amy, honey, you are one dynamite fuck!" he said with a salacious grin.
Now that it was over, Amy felt ashamed at the horrible obscenity• of it all. She couldn't lie and pretend she hadn't enjoyed it. She had enjoyed it more than any fuck ever. But she hated his dirty gloating manner.
"I hope you enjoyed it," she said as she dressed. "Because it's the last one you'll ever get from me."
Krip just chuckled. "Oh, you don't say?" he said sarcastically. "I hope you're not forgetting the money you owe Star Cosmetics."
Amy looked at Brad for help. He was dressing too. He looked sheepish. Obviously he was afraid of Krip. But somehow his vulnerability appealed to her. Both of them were at the mercy of this horrible man.
She felt something like love for Brad. She remembered the way she had greedily gulped down his cum when he had popped in her mouth. The thought sent fire through her loins. A fresh white heat began to melt her pussy.
"Brad, would you take me home, please?" she asked, giving a deliberate affront to Krip.
But Max didn't seem to mind. "You two go have your fun, if you want," he snarled. But he caught Amy by the shoulders before she could get out the door. "You just remember one thing, Amy honey. That was just a taste of the fucking I'm going to give, you. Nobody but nobody can do it to you the way I can. Isn't that right? Have you ever been fucked that good?"
Amy was frightened of him. She didn't respond. Max squeezed her shoulders and shook, her violently.
"Answer me!"
"N-never," she stammered.
Worst of all, she realized that she was telling the truth. She had never been fucked like that. She had never felt an orgasm half as powerful.
"Of course not," Max chuckled. "Now run along. I'll be in touch?"
Brad took her arm and they both walked silently to his car.