Chapter 4
Mandy felt only a moment of panic. But it couldn't last. Because the pleasure that was welling up inside her was far more intense than being afraid of what Jimmy was going to do. She felt him stiffen, his fucking movements grow wild. He fucked her with furious energy, his cock pulling almost out of her cunt before being rammed in full length. Her cunt turned from smoldering excitement to flames. She rocked her hips with frenzied passion. Her breath hissed in her throat. Her hands clutched Jimmy's back as she let him do what he wanted, as she thrust against his thrusts and rode his stabbing cock upward on a breathless spiral of joy that never seemed to end.
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned. She felt his cock jerking. Each jerk spurted fresh cream deep into her cunt. Mandy was only partly aware of what was happening. Her eyes were out of focus. She was simply a pleasure seeking animal now, wallowing in the glory of the fuck. She rubbed her soft tits back and forth against Jimmy's chest. Her mouth opened eagerly this time when he tried to kiss her. When he sucked her tongue, she gave it to him. She was doing all these things as if a strange spirit had invaded her body. She wasn't behaving like her mother had taught her. She wasn't herself at all. But she could act no differently. The ecstasy that throbbed through her cunt was overwhelmingly powerful. She was twitching and jerking, her body ravished by Jimmy's mouth and cock. She heard her tight, lusty squeal, sounds she'd never dreamed she'd make. Her pussy squeezed down around hardness. The hardness was Jim's cock. Her cunt was milking his big prick violently.
"Yeah, baby, ohhhhh, god, what a sweet little pussy...."
"Jimmeeeee!" She came, her breath locking in her throat. She squirmed with delirious violence under the weight of Jim's body. He cried out again as her cunt pulled at his hot cum. She lifted her knees, unable to keep still, unable to control the raging storm of lust inside her loins.
Her clit seemed to sparkle with bursts of pleasure. One after another she rode the thrills, her hips working constantly to keep the fire stirred up. Until at last she was totally exhausted. She let her arms fall limply. Her legs stretched wide. And as she lay there without moving, she was only aware of the slow, grinding movements of the man on top of her.
"Yeah...good...ohhhhh, yeah, baby, what a sweet little fuck you are."
Jimmy went on fucking her for another few moments, his movements not as wild as before. His cock only rubbed her gently now, sliding in and out in the cummy mess he'd spurted. She could hear the squishy sounds when the edges of her pussy clasped around his shaft as he went on fucking her. Then the full reality of it all descended. She was aware of herself sprawled on the bed, the nightgown pushed up to reveal her nakedness, her tits red from where Jimmy had sucked on them. And she was aware of the hot cum leaking down the crack of her ass.
Quietly, her eyes pinched shut, Mandy began to cry.
"Hey, none of that." Jimmy eased his cock free of her cunt and reached for the wine glass.
"Here."
"I've had enough. I've had more than enough."
"No you haven't. Drink." She obeyed, the wine tasting like acid on her tongue. But it did make her feel a bit better. She wiped a hand across her eyes.
"That's better." Jimmy helped her sit up. A stream of cum oozed from her cunt.
"Oh...you ruined me." She started to cry again. "I'm going to have a baby."
"Don't be silly. You needed that fucking more than I did." Jimmy grinned and petted the side of her face with his fingertip. "And baby, I needed it bad."
"I didn't take this job with you so you could take me to bed."
"But I did. And you liked it," he said, grinning.
"I hated it." Mandy drank the rest of the wine and pushed the empty glass at him. "I'm not going to work for you any more."
"Oh, but you are." Jimmy stepped to a desk and took something from a drawer. Mandy didn't even know what it was until the flash filled the room with light. Her boss cocked the camera and shot again.
"No, not like this!" she cried, trying to cover herself. But the first three shots had taken her unawares. She could almost see them now. Her tousled blonde hair, her cunt leaking cum, the nightie tangled around her body. When she tried to get up, she almost fell. Jimmy caught her with one hand. She could feel the cum streaming down the inside of one thigh.
"I just wanted a few shots for my private collection. I hope I'll never have to use them."
"Use them?" She turned her blue eyes up.
Jim kissed the bridge of her short, freckled nose. "I wouldn't want to have to send some to your parents."
Mandy let out a breath, sagging harder against her boss's supporting arm. "It would kill them. It would destroy them."
"Then be a good girl and cooperate. You'll have plenty of benefits, believe me."
"But what about...this?" She looked down at her poor little cunt. White droplets of cum clung in her sparse blonde curls. A sharp, musky aroma rose from between her thighs. Jimmy patted her ass.
"I've got a little pill. When you come to work tomorrow morning, I'll give it to you. You won't be able to get it anywhere else. And if you don't take it tomorrow...." He gave a little shrug.
"I'll be there. But be sure and have it."
"Of course. And don't forget. We'll be going out again tomorrow. That business acquaintance I told you about."
Mandy looked down at her bare feet on the rug. "Oh. Yes."
"We'll make it a foursome. Tanya will go with me.
"Tanya. Yes," Mandy replied automatically. "I think you'll like Brewster," Jimmy said, smiling lewdly. "Brewster?"
"Interesting man. He was a football player a few years back, nearly a superstar. But he's opted for business now. And he likes young blondes." Jimmy fingered her hair. Mandy felt a chill go through her cunt. She weaved across the room and poured herself another glass of wine.
"If you want to stay here, I'll have someone go get your things tomorrow."
"That's okay. I can get them myself," Mandy said drunkenly.
Jimmy dressed slowly, watching her. She still had on the gown she'd been fucked in. But somehow she couldn't find the energy to change. She sat on the edge of the bed. Her nipples were sore where Jimmy had chewed on them. And her cunt was beginning to throb.
"I hurt," she whimpered.
"There's aspirin in the bathroom. If you need me, my phone number is in the desk."
"Ohhh, I feel lousy. I'm so ashamed!" Mandy cried.
"Here's a little bonus so you won't feel quite so lousy," Jimmy said. He put something on the desk and walked to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow' morning."
When he was gone, Mandy crossed the room. It was a one hundred dollar bill. New and crisp and fresh. She wished she was new and fresh still. She left the bill where it was. She didn't even know how to spend that much money. Her physical needs had always been modest. Her parents had taught her to be frugal. She'd always dressed plainly. Her meager allowance at home had always lasted her. What could she do with a hundred dollar bill?
"I could get a plane ticket back home," she said out loud.
No, that was clearly impossible. Jimmy Waltham might be just the kind of man who'd do what he'd threatened. And he was powerful enough to stay out of trouble if she accused him. After all, it would be just his word against hers.
Mandy rose and stood before the full length mirror in the bathroom. She looked very tousled, very mussed. Her gown hung crooked on her shoulder. It was damp down one side where all that hot cum had leaked from her cunt. Her tits felt very tender. Her nipples were swollen and sensitive to the lightest touch.
It would be easy to cry. Somehow, Mandy stifled her sobs. She took a hot bath, hoping to scrub the sin from her flesh. But her pussy reminded her what had happened. Every movement was painful.
She lay in bed staring at the ceiling. She wondered if she'd survive the horror of the night. But the wine had made her sleepy. She remembered wiggling under the satin sheets and pulling a blanket up over her. Then she was asleep.
Jimmy met her as she came up the steps of his mansion. He gave a nod and she followed him through the outer office and into his own private chamber. Tanya had a knowing look on her face that Mandy resented. Or was it just her guilty conscience working overtime?
Surely Jimmy hadn't told her anything, had he? Her boss closed the door behind her and opened a drawer. He shook a pill onto his palm, returned the bottle and held it out with a glass of water.
"This'll do the trick."
Mandy hurried forward, her hands outstretched. But just as she reached out, Jimmy pulled the pill away.
"Fucking you last night stirred my appetite," he said. Mandy looked at him, horrified by his suggestion.
"Oh, Jimmy, I'm hurting. You were so big . .
"I understand. But I wasn't thinking of that." Mandy felt like a frightened little girl standing there before him. Her mind was still overwhelmed by what he'd done to her the night before. One moment he'd known almost nothing about her. Now he knew almost everything. His big cock had stabbed into the deepest, wettest part of her pussy. His mouth had sucked her tits. He'd licked her everywhere and knew that she was too weak to resist the lust he'd stirred up. More than ever, she'd become his slave.
"Don't look so dejected," Jim said, rising. "I just wanted to kiss you."
Trembling, Mandy let him pull her into his arms. His mouth was gentle as he searched for hers. She tried to keep her mind neutral, but strong hands slipped down her back and pressed the soft swells of her ass. She moaned softly, letting his tongue slide between her lips. The kiss ended almost before it had begun.
"Remember last night?" Jim whispered against her ear. "Yes."
"Remember my cock sliding in and out of your cunt?" he asked hotly.
Mandy squeezed her eyes tight. "Yes."
"Now that you've had a chance to think about it...."
"I didn't like what you did. You hurt me. And for all I know I'm pregnant. If you hadn't taken those nasty pictures, I...."
"Here, I can see you're overwrought." Jimmy dropped the pill into her hand. Mandy washed it down with a glass of water and felt immediately better.
"I suppose I should thank you," she said, suddenly angry. "But I'm not." Her mood didn't seem to affect her boss one way or the other.
"Early this afternoon I want you to go with Tanya. She'll take you to the right places to pick out some clothes," Jimmy said coolly.
"Clothes?"
"I can't have you wearing last year's high school fashions. Remember, you've got a date tonight.
It was hard for Mandy to concentrate on her work that morning. But somehow she made it through. She was just putting away her typewriter when she heard a knock. It was Tanya, waiting to take her shopping. The sultry brunette looked a little bored.
When they were in the cab heading downtown, Tanya gave her another one of her knowing looks. "So Big Jim broke you in last night, did he?"
"What did he tell you?" Mandy blurted. She was mad.
"He didn't actually tell me anything. But I know how he operates. He showed you the apartment, right? And then...."
"How do you know so much?"
Tanya took a long breath, then sighed. "Because once I was a shy little girl just like you. I saw Jim's ad and applied. He seemed to like the merchandise."
"He seduced you?" Mandy asked.
"He sure did. And he made me get to like it. Somehow I never got the energy to leave. After all, the work is easy and Jimmy can be generous."
"He told me I could live in the apartment. I don't think he'll take advantage of me anymore," Mandy said.
"Want to bet?"
Mandy let the matter go. They were pulling up in front of a classy looking shop. She followed Tanya inside. The next few hours were a confusion of rustling silk and delicately sculptured dresses. Mandy had never had such beautiful creations against her body. She hated to take each one off. But Tanya was running the show.
"No, that one makes you look too old. Try the red satin skirt."
More stores, more changing rooms. Mandy couldn't remember how many dresses she'd tried on. It took two of them to cart all the stuff now. The last dress she tried on pleased Tanya.
"That's what you'll wear tonight. It makes you look like a girl who doesn't know what a bedroom is for, but is willing to try and find out."
"You make it all sound so...dirty."
"What do you wear for panties besides those silly pink things you have on now?"
"I didn't think my underwear was anybody's business."
"It's Jimmy's business, let me tell you. When he's got a client on the line, he doesn't take any chances.
"For god's sake," Mandy protested. "I'm just going out to dinner with this guy."
Tanya didn't reply to this, but Mandy didn't like her expression. "Come on, I know a nice little naughty place where they have real panties for sale."
When they got to the store, Mandy could hardly bring herself to go inside. "It looks like the kind of stuff strippers wear."
"Listen, honey, nowadays even housewives are strippers. It's the fashion."
Mandy wondered what her parents would say if they could see her now. She felt a little sick at the idea. Tanya was going through a bin full of skimpy little things that would hardly cover a ten year old. She bought half a dozen expensive undies and tucked the package under her arm. When she saw Mandy's disapproving look, she laughed.
"Just following the boss's orders," Tanya said.
"He told you to buy me these things?"
"For sure. Come on."
Mandy caught Tanya's arm. "Listen, if I'm expected to entertain this creep I'm supposed to go out with...."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll take your youth and inexperience into account. Brewster's not such a bad sort. I wouldn't mind fucking with him. I'm always curious about the big brawny types. I wonder if Brewster's hung?"
Mandy hardly concentrated on Tanya's words. She felt the old panic coming back. Like when Jimmy had gotten her drunk and started fooling around on the bed. But as scared as she was, Mandy knew she had to play along for a while. She couldn't have those photographs sent to her parents.
They stopped at her hotel room and Tanya helped her pack.
"It'll be nice having a roommate for a change," Tanya told her.
"Roommate?"
"Sure, I live there, too. Last night Jimmy told me to be away for a while. That's how I knew he was working on you."
"Your room must be the one at the end of the hall.' Mandy tossed another armful of her things into a bag. Then she saw Tanya pick up the dirty magazine, the one she'd hidden in the very top shelf of the closet. The sultry brunette flicked through the pages.
"And here I thought you were an innocent young thing from the sticks."
"That thing was here when I came. I didn't even look at it." But her red cheeks had given her away.
"Jesus Christ, would you look at this cock!" Tanya sighed. "I wonder where they find all these high school cock-suckers."
Mandy was uncomfortable. She was glad to have another female to talk with, but Tanya's language shocked her. She never knew what the dark haired beauty was going to do or say next.
"I thought those pictures were disgusting," Mandy announced.
"Then you've never given head?"
"Given what?"
"You've never gone down on a guy?"
Mandy closed her bag and turned. "I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about." Actually, she was beginning to get the picture. And the idea made her a little sick.
"Wow, look at this one!"
Mandy hadn't gone into the magazine more than a few pages. But as Tanya thrust it at her, she had to look at the full color picture. It was the same girl that was on the cover. But something awful had happened. The man's cock was deep in her mouth and creamy globs of cum were oozing from the corners of the girl's lips. She had a goofy expression as if she were enjoying a vanilla sundae or something. Mandy made a face. "I take it you don't want this?" Tanya asked. "I don't read such things." They left the hotel, Tanya with a sly smile on her face, the dirty magazine tucked into her handbag. Mandy felt self conscious taking her bag into the lobby of the plush apartment house, but no one seemed to pay much attention. When she'd unpacked her things and straightened her new room, she went to find Tanya. She was shocked to find her roommate on the couch in the front room, her skirt pulled up and her panties off. Her large tits rose and fell under her blouse. She was reading the dirty magazine while she fingered the swollen lips of her cunt. Between the dark fur that lined her cunt lips, Mandy could see the glistening pink of her pussy flesh.
Mandy stood in the doorway, too embarrassed to go in. She knew Tanya hadn't seen her yet. She thought of clearing her throat or making a sound of some sort. But despite his shock, she was fascinated at what this older, more sophisticated woman was doing to herself.
"Ohhhhh, shit," Tanya groaned, her hips moving, rocking, thrusting. She peeled her lips open, her finger diving up and down across her clit. The magazine slipped from her fingers and hit the floor. Tanya had thrown her head back now, her glazed eyes pointing toward the ceiling. Mandy didn't think the girl would notice her if she was standing right by her chair.
"God...ohhhhh, god, that's nice."
The scene was terribly erotic. Despite Mandy's shameful memories of the night before, she couldn't tear herself away from this. Tanya's dark hair tumbled down over the back of the sofa. Her pale blue panties were in a crumpled heap beside her. Her long legs were spread apart, one straight, one bent slightly at the knee. One of her stylish shoes had come off and Mandy could see that the young woman's toes were tightly curled.
"Uhhhh, uhhhhhhh, yesss!"
And all the while, Tanya's fingers were busy inside the plump, wet lips of her pussy. Her painted nails glistened with her cunt juices. Even her knuckles were shiny with the flooding slickness. Her hips lurched more quickly now, jerking up and down as she rubbed her small, pink clit.
Mandy's own clit tingled in sympathy. She had the wildest desire to reach under her dress and touch herself like that. She resisted the urge. She felt bad enough peeking as this intimate moment unfolded.
There was a strong scent of musk in the air now. And Tanya's movements had become wild and hurried. She was panting hard, her mouth half open. Her lower lips glistened with a trace of drool.
Her finger slipped down her cunt until she found her hole. Then she was finger fucking herself, stabbing in and out as her body wriggled like a snake on the couch. "Ohhh, ohhhhh!"
Mandy knew the girl had come. She continued to plunge her hips, rubbing herself rhythmically all the while. Her breathing became slower and deeper again. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to come out of her sexual swoon. Mandy stepped back into the hallway and tried to calm her pounding heart.
After a discreet period of time, she made enough noise to let Tanya know she was there and then stepped into the room. Tanya was just jerking her pants on and she gave Mandy a quick look.
"I had to use your book," she said, a trace of pink showing on her cheeks as she made this admission. "Hope you don't mind."
"It's not my book any more." Mandy was surprised that Tanya would even admit to such carnal activities. Yes, that's how her folks would have said it. But finger fucking was really more descriptive. Scolding herself for letting her mind wander, Mandy suggested that they'd better get back to the office.