Chapter 5
When Kathy arrived at the realty office, she saw that Paul's Lincoln was parked out in front. She was at once relieved to learn that he was, in fact, there and angered that he hadn't taken the time to call her and let her know that he was all right. She parked the station wagon and got out. As she hurried to the building's double glass front doors, a large figure moved on the inside of the building, rising from a couch in the reception area. It was Merl coming to meet her.
As he opened the door for her, he said, "I'm glad you could get here so quickly."
"Where's Paul? What's he done?" she asked immediately.
"Come this way," Merl said, putting his meaty arm around her trembling shoulders. "I'll take you to him and explain everything."
Kathy let him lead her down the long hallway. They stopped at the door to his office. When Merl opened it and ushered her inside, she was stunned to discover that the room was completely empty of people.
"Where is he?" she demanded, whirling around. "If this is some kind of sick trick to get me here all alone . . . ! "
"I can assure you, Kathy," Merl said, closing the door behind him and locking it, "that this is no joke. Your husband is in some very serious trouble. Please, sit down." He gestured at the plushly upholstered chair on one side of his desk.
"I'd rather stand, thank you," she said, defiantly. "What is this all about?"
Merl sat on the edge of his desk, pausing for a moment to let his eyes dart over the lush, firm contours of her young body, the sweet mounds of her breasts, only half-hidden under the snug fitting tube top, the roundness of her sleek hips, the length of her tapering legs. He wanted her to see him looking at her that way; it was part of his plan.
"Mr. Santiago!" she exclaimed, her face blushing with embarrassment and anger.
He smiled serenely at her, like the cat who has the mouse cornered. "As you probably do not know, Kathy," he said, "Paul made his first sale for Santiago Realty this afternoon...."
"Wonderful!" she said "I'm so proud for him!"
Merl winked at her and shook his head. "Hear me out, please, my dear," he said. "There were circumstances surrounding the sale that were, well, irregular to say the least."
"Are you saying that Paul did something wrong in order to sell the house?"
"Fm afraid that's correct, Kathy. It's a very personal matter, very touchy, which is why I wanted to be as discreet as possible about it."
"Was it something that he misrepresented, something about the house?" she asked.
Merl shook his head. "It has to do with the clients involved. I really don't know how to tell you this...."
"Well, you'd better find out and fast if you expect me to stay here another minute!" she said, furious. She was sick of his insinuation and innuendo; she wanted the truth and she wanted it quickly...or so she thought.
"Did Paul ever mention a Mrs. Walker to you?"
Kathy gave him a puzzled look. "No, not that I can recall."
"I wouldn't think he would," Merl said. "Mrs. Walker and her husband were interested in the property that Paul was trying to sell. They were interested, but not interested enough to come up with a firm offer. Your husband convinced Mrs. Walker that she owed it to herself to come back to the house without her husband and give it one last look before making up her mind on it. The two of them drove back over to the house alone. While they were there, your husband seduced the lady...."
"No!" Kathy gasped. "No! I don't believe it!"
"...and made love to her several times," Merl finished, unable to repress a nasty grin at the poor cheated wife's anguish. "Afterwards, the woman agreed to buy the house at the full price."
"If she agreed, then how did you find out?" Kathy asked, suspiciously. "Who's making the complaint?"
"The lady had to explain to her husband the reason she'd changed her mind about the property," Merl said. "She wasn't a very clever liar and her husband tripped her up, then made her confess. Mr. Walker is the one who is making the complaint. I don't think I need to tell you that what your husband did was highly unethical...and if Mr. Walker convinces Mrs. Walker to file a charge of rape against your husband, it could be criminal, as well."
Kathy glowered at him. "I want to tell you, Mr. Santiago," she said, "first off, that I don't believe a word of what you've just told me. My Paul would never do a thing like that. He wants to be a success, of course, but not like that, not at that price. Do you understand?"
Merl nodded, grinning broadly.
"I can see now that you must want something from me," she said. "That in return for your hushing up this matter, you expect me to do something for you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have bothered asking me over here at all. Am I correct?"
"You are a very clever girl, Kathy," he said. "You are clever enough to know what I want from you."
Kathy shuddered with revulsion. "You want me to be your little plaything, you want me to do all those nasty things you whispered in my ear at the party with you and your friends," she said, in disgust.
"Very, very clever."
"Well, I won't!" she said, adamantly. "I won't because the idea makes me sick and because I don't believe that any of this is true. Paul would never betray me like that! He's a good husband and he loves me!"
"What is the homily? The wife is the last to know'? "
"Go to hell!" Kathy snapped, starting for the door.
Merl cut her off, blocking her path with his massive chest.
"Let me out of here or I'll start screaming 'Rape!' so loud you won't even believe it!" she told him.
"Relax, Kathy," he said, soothingly. "I have one more thing to show you. After I show it to you, if you still want to leave, you may. Say you'll stay for another minute, please, as a personal favor.
Kathy was scared, though she hoped desperately she wasn't showing it. She knew damn well that her screams wouldn't be heard outside the building, that no one would come to her aid, that the huge powerful man could do anything he wanted to her and she would be totally defenseless. She really had no choice but to stay. His giving her a "choice" in the matter allowed her to postpone the inevitable confrontation when she tried to leave.
"Only for a minute!" she said, shrilly.
"Please, come over here, Kathy," he said, moving to the cubist painting.
"I can see the painting from here," she told him. "I don't like it from here."
"I want you to see something else, my dear," he told her, slipping his fingers in under the frame, springing the picture back on its hinges, exposing the large rectangular two-way mirror. "Come closer, closer so you can see...."
From where she was standing, Kathy could only tell that the mirror was not a real mirror and that it looked into the next room. As she stepped closer, the angle of refraction changed and she could make out the details of the adjoining office.
"Oh my GOD!" she gasped, when she saw the naked couple rutting on the desktop. She took an instinctive step backward, but Merl was right there, behind her.
"No, my dear," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders, "look closer. Don't you recognize someone?" He pushed her gently up to the window.
"NO!" she bawled as she realized who the man was who was lying on his back on the desk. Paul! Paul, her loving husband! Paul locked in a lewd, carnal embrace with a naked, writhing, black-haired bitch!
"Yes, Kathy," Merl said, "it is Paul, your Paul. And the woman, that is my wife, Benecia. They do make an attractive couple, don't they?"
Kathy took in the wildly erotic scene with horror. She could clearly see Paul's stiffly jutting erection disappearing deeply inside the naked wife of the man behind her as that wanton woman humped up and down on him. Paul had both his hands on her large, resilient breasts, fondling them as she worked slavishly over him. There was a grin of contentment smeared across his face that Kathy could see all too clearly...a smirking grin of deceit and adultery!
"I...I don't want to see anymore!" she moaned, trying to move back from the mirror but bumping into the broad chest of the man who blocked her path.
"Oh, but you must," Merl said, gently pushing her back to the mirror. "You said your husband would never betray you. What is he doing now?"
Kathy didn't have to answer, her whole body stung from the shock of what she was viewing. She felt suddenly cut loose, cast adrift in the world full of lies, falsehoods, untruths. There was nothing she could rely on, nothing! Tears of hurt rushed from her eyes, but she made no move to wipe them from her cheeks, she stared awestruck at the obscenely gyrating woman, at the gleaming red stump of Paul's thick cock in the sticky grip of her hair-fringed vagina, at the smug expression plastered all over his face.
"Everything I told you before was true," Merl said, gently stroking her shoulders. "Paul made love to Mrs. Walker, too. He has made a terrible mistake and now he will have to pay. He will lose his real estate license and quite probably have to face the rape charge as well...although that will never stand up in court."
As she stood there watching, crying, Kathy knew that no matter what Paul did, no matter how he ruined his life and hers, she could not bring herself to hate him or hurt him in return. She knew that she held it in her power to keep him from losing the license he'd worked so hard and long to get, to keep him from facing the embarrassment and public humiliation of an unfounded rape charge. She knew...as did Merl...that she would do anything to protect him.
"Unless?" she said, sobbing brokenly.
"Unless?" Merl said. "Unless what?"
"You'll turn him in unless I do what you want?! " she cried, miserably.
"There, there, my dear," he said, moving his meaty hands down to the small of her back, slipping his large fingers around the rounded curves of her hips, "I don't want to have to give you any ultimatums. I want you to do what comes naturally, of your own free will."
"But, I can't do . . . ! " she began, turning away from the mirror.
Merl gently turned her face back. "Just relax, my dear," he said, massaging the jutting moons of her buttocks lightly. "Watch them and relax. Pretend it's a movie you're watching. Pretend it's a show they're putting on just for you."
Kathy shivered as she felt his fingers knead delicately the soft girlish flesh of her bottom-cheeks, but for some reason, she was not able to put up a protest. She felt horribly weak, drained by the experience, the shock she'd just been given, but that wasn't all. To her surprise, his touch was not repulsive to her; in fact, it felt good.
Suddenly, his hand darted beneath her skirt as she leaned vulnerably closer to the mirror. His fingers tightened around a handful of her warm inner thigh.
"P-please...." she said. It was less a plea than an encouragement.
"Shhhhhhhh...don't talk now, my dear. Just watch them, watch what they're doing," he whispered.
Kathy did as she was told, keeping her eyes fixed on the copulating pair in the adjacent room. And as she stared, she couldn't help but wonder how many times this strange, powerful man had sat alone in his office watching through his private peep window as his pretty wife orgasmed, her long legs wrapped tightly about some stranger's back, her breasts soft and bruised from another's coarse, ravenous touch? She kept right on staring as Merl's hands lowered her sheer white panties and lifted her skirt. She felt her body tingle with forbidden arousal as his fingers touched her in secret, private places. And she knew she was his, his for the taking!
"Oh, Paul! Paul, lover! It's so deep in me! So deep in my belly!" Benecia moaned, her head flailing from side to side and her long raven-black hair swirling around her shoulders. Her breasts wriggled and danced on her chest as she leaned forward for the perfect penetration, his cock was deeply imbedded between the moistly pouting lips of her pussy, and every time she worked up and down, it bored deeper, bringing a groan of ecstatic abandon to her throat.
"Pump harder, baby!" Paul panted up at her. "I'm almost there! I'm almost ready to cum!" His face was twisted into a grimace and his eyes bulged in their sockets.
She leaned farther over him until her nakedly juggling breasts brushed over his face; his lips closed around one of her pink, dollar-sized nipples and he rolled the crinkly peak between his teeth, playing his tongue over it as she moaned in approval.
His hands went down behind her wildly-humping buttocks and he pulled the fleshy cheeks apart. The naked woman groaned shamelessly as he probed between her ass cheeks, feeling for the tautly puckered ring of her anus. He found it and pushed a stiffened middle finger into the warm, rubbery grip of her rectum.
"Aaaaawwwww! Yes! Yes! Stick your finger in my ass, lover! Stick two fingers in there...hurt me! Hurt me, more!"
Paul grunted as he crudely crammed two fingers into the lewdly distended orifice of her rectum; she writhed and spasmed with exquisite pain as he began to pump the two fingers in and out in rhythm with his deeply probing cock thrusts.
"Uhhh! UHHHH! Yes! I'm...I'm...cummmmmmmmmming!" she gasped hoarsely, pushing down hard onto his upraised cock, enveloping the long hard pole with the wetly clasping flesh of her cunt.
Paul suddenly choked and breathed out slowly as he felt his long-awaited eruption gush up like a white fountain into her belly, sloshing inside her and trickling down his cock to puddle on his bare pelvis.
Benecia Santiago shuddered again and again, her head bowed and her thighs pressed tightly against the naked man's solid hips.
"Mmmmmmmm, Paul, darling...that was wonnnnnnnnnnerful!" she crooned to him, grinding her hips lasciviously over him, making the sticky, sperm-drenched flesh of her cunt roll about his still rigid rod. "Let's do it again!"
"Again?! " he exclaimed.
But before he could utter another word, she was climbing down from atop his loins, stretching languorously across his virile chest. She giggled softly as she crawled down his body, kissing his belly and then his navel, and then rummaging in the curly thicket of his abdomen until her lips encircled the head of his amazingly rock-hard cock.
Paul groaned as she sucked the rubbery bulb into her mouth, swirling it around against the slippery flesh of her cheeks with her tongue. He had exploded three times for her...and still she wanted more! There was no doubt in his mind any longer that he could handle the extra duty, though. He had passed the point of no return. He might not come another time, but his cock would remain stiff and thick for as long as she could stand its skewering, tube-stretching length. He closed his eyes as she once again forced his entire meaty erection down her throat, swallowing the lust-swollen head.
Kathy shivered as she felt the cool rush of air between her bare legs when the huge man behind her pulled her crisp white panties down to her ankles. She pretended not to be aroused, breathing fast as she watched her husband and Santiago's wife cavort through the mirror. Then, suddenly, she could not keep up the pretense of being unaffected any longer...the big man kissed her there on the soft pink lips of her pussy!
"Mmmmmmmm...." she moaned passionately and her nakedly exposed young buttocks started to sway sensuously from side to side.
"Just keep watching, my dear. I'll do the rest," he assured her, his voice thick with passion.
Kathy tried to speak, but her own voice si was gone, cracked and parched by the tempestuous sensations that racked her lithe young body.
She felt his hands on her slender, milk-white thighs and then the insistence of his thumbs as they moved together down the smooth hairless cleft of her ass. She groaned as his thumbs reached the moist, hair-rimmed fleshiness of her cunt and nearly collapsed from her precarious, forward-leaning position as he pulled the pink, moist-edged lips apart. A breath of air surged into her nakedly opened pussy.
Kathy leaned over, nearly losing her delicate balance, but he had a death grip on her slender thighs, his fingers gripping the soft flesh of her inner legs so tightly that the skin puckered in reddish welts. He leaned close to the treasured pink slit of her pussy, close enough to feel the radiant heat of her aroused femininity of his bare cheek. He chuckled to himself and closed the distance between them...his own lips pursed to meet her sweet nether mouth.
"Noooooo!" she blurted as he kissed her fervently on the pouting lips of her cunt. "P-please!" But she shook like a puppy coming out of the rain and the huge man knew this delicious young creature was only putting up token resistance...she wanted him to kiss her there. She wanted him to tongue and lick her pussy until she creamed. She wanted vengeance...no matter what she claimed her submission was for...for what she saw through the mirror.
His hands pushing against the soft white insides of her thighs, the big man licked his lips in eager anticipation as he slowly drew apart the ragged pink edges of her pussy with his thumbs. She whimpered plaintively and squirmed more than a little, but still she looked through the window at her husband and his wife, girlishly pretending that nothing was happening between her own gorgeous legs.
She blushed profusely, her cheeks reddened with shame, but she did nothing to stop him. It was what she had to do to save her husband.
She heard a murmur of approval from behind her as she felt her soft moist lips being spread wide apart. Suddenly, he wriggled his long thick tongue into the moistly heated fissure of her cunt. Kathy groaned again as her own pussy-flesh closed wantonly around the alien invasion of his tongue.
Passion-heated warmth encircled his tongue as her naked cuntal flesh drew him into the wetness of her pussy, deeper and deeper as her lust-twisted loins cried for relief.
Kathy moaned with unbridled shame and humiliation as she heard the rising sound of sucking and licking from between her own widespread thighs. It was sickeningly embarrassing and shameful, but at the same time, it was wildly, wickedly arousing! She was torn between the last futile urgings of decency that her conscience offered in near-defeat and the hungry cravings of her own womanly passion.
"Oooooooh! OOOOOOOOH!" she wailed, her thighs spreading even wider as she began to work back against his hotly laving tongue. She moaned with fervent feeling and unbridled lust as his probing tongue-tip wriggled into the soft wet depths of her pussy, a thousand volts of electricity rushing through her loins at the touch of his lips and tongue there.
Her eyes remained glued to the lewd tableau on the desk in the next room. She could see Benecia kneeling over her husband, her lips ovaled around the stiffened pole of his erect cock. She was sucking him and feeling his balls and he was lying back comfortably on the desk, a big grin spread across his face.
Why did he have to be enjoying himself so! The rat! The dirty, two-timing rat! Kathy realized with a start that she did hate him, that she was only kidding herself if she said she didn't. She hated him and wanted to hurt him back. Hurt him tit for tat! I'll show you, Paul Weems! I'll show you what a prudish, naive woman I am!
She felt the last defenses of her shattered decency crumble as her naked crotch ground lasciviously against the older man's wildly licking tongue. She could feel him deep between her legs, his tongue nakedly splaying the pink ragged lips of her cunt and hotly probing into the wet softness of her vagina. She groaned with frantic arousal as his tongue licked her, and she began to push her naked behind anxiously against his face and lips. She heard the sounds of his laborious sucking and cunnilingual lavings and she felt the rousing heat of her stirring passion as her loins grew hotter and hotter from the frenzied touch of his lips and tongue.
Suddenly, Oh, God! Oh, my God!
"UHHHHH! Uhhhhhhhh-yesssss! Lick it! Lick it harder! Harder!" she choked, her pretty young face twisted with anguished lust. She began to shudder, spasming with rippling wave after wave of ecstatic bliss as her orgasm suddenly swept over her with the strength of a rip tide. "I'm cummmmmming!"
Again and again, she shuddered, shaking as if somehow she could exorcise this hurtful lust from her body, until she collapsed, weakly gripping the edge of the mirror to keep from falling. She looked back through pleasure slitted eyes, still blushing like an adolescent schoolgirl experiencing her first moment of real sexuality.
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened with disbelief as she saw the huge man doubled over as if in pain, his cock in his hand as it poked lewdly out of his unzipped fly. He was pumping it wildly, his eyes wild with lust. As Kathy watched, spellbound, his cock exploded in a gush of seething sperm...but not into her belly where she needed it.
Instead, he emptied his sperm-laden balls in a single spurting gush over the naked girlish flesh of her exposed buttocks. It splattered onto her soft white nether cheeks and dribbled obscenely in a warm rivulet into the unblemished cleft of her ass. She shook her head negatively, disbelieving.
"No! No!" she cried. But it was too late. His lust-quenching cock was nothing but a handful of flaccid flesh in his grip.
Tears clouded her vision as she peered through the mirror to avoid facing him. Benecia was leaning over the edge of the desk, her large breasts resting on the leather top of the desk and the young blonde's husband was hunkered in close behind her, his hands gripping her hips so hard that his fingers dug into the firm, white flesh, dimpling it, as he bucked and lunged, savagely fucking her from behind, working so hard that his whole body gleamed with shining sweat.
"No, Paul! God, no!" Kathy moaned, miserably, shuddering as the thick gobs of semen trickled down from her buttocks and ran stickily over the backs of her thighs.