Chapter 1
What do you do when your husband's boss kisses you on the mouth ... and forces his tongue inside your lips?
It was happening to Kathy Lewis right now. She'd been so startled when he kissed her that she started to open her mouth to say "Oh!" and his tongue rode right in. The hot wetness of his French kiss repulsed her, but she couldn't do anything about it because he held the back of her head tightly.
He ran his tongue around her teeth and sucked her saliva as if his mouth were a powerful vacuum. He broke the kiss, smacked his lips and said: "Ahhhh!"
"Mur Mr. Webster!" she protested. Her heart fluttered inside her ribs like a trapped bird.
"You have one sexy body," said Chuck Webster. "Tits, ass, the works, Kathy. I've been waiting for this kiss for a long time."
"Mr. Webster, even if you are my husband's boss, I can't permit this awwrrrkkk!"
He had slapped her buttocks and squeezed. Then he grinned and gestured at the sofa. "Look at your dear hubby and my faithful employee."
Chuck was right. Her husband, Tom, lay fast asleep on the sofa. He'd been sitting up but gradually he'd slid farther and farther down. Now he was out.
"It must've been my dinner," she said. "He-likes my cooking."
"That and all the wine," said Chuck. "Lots and lots of wine." So her husband's boss had caught on that Tom drank. Kathy bit her lip in frustration.
"Looks like you'll have to drive me back to my motel," he said.
"Oh, no!" she moaned. But she would have to. Mr. Webster was the Traveling Sales Manager in charge of this district and Tom, who ran the local office, had driven him over on this snowy Midwestern night from his motel. It was obvious that Tom could drive no more tonight. "I'll get my coat," she said in frustration.
They left Tom Lewis asleep on the sofa and went out into the snowy night. Everything was white, except the brown slush on the roads. The roads were black, like Kathy's spirits that night. She knew that her husband's job hung by a thread. The drive was short; Cranfield was quite a small town. All of the way Chuck Webster rested his hand lightly on her thigh, covered by her fur coat.
"I'd like you to come into my motel room a minute, Kathy," he said.
"Oh, no," she said. "It's so late. I've got to get back."
"What for? You don't have any children and Tom looked comfortable when we left. No, I've got to have a serious talk with you."
"Well-" She had to go in, of course. She'd seen this interview coming for a long time. Still, the memory of his kiss still burned in her mind. She and Tom hadn't had any sex for weeks, and it had shaken her up. She'd been nervous in her own job, erratic, unfulfilled, so it was no time for her to be going into motel rooms with a handsome and dominating man like Charles Webster.
"I do have to get up early for my own job at City Hall," she reminded him.
"I know all about your City Hall job," he said.
He did something strange when they got up on the second deck where his room was. He knocked on the glass almost as if signaling to someone inside.
Inside she stood in front of the full length mirror as he took off her fur coat and ran his hands over it in sensual delight. His quiet smile unsettled her. But of course she was used to passes and could handle this. She delayed, looking at herself in the mirror as she planned her strategy. She saw an exceedingly good-looking young woman of twenty-five, with long auburn hair that reached below her shoulders, a heart-shaped face with a sensuous mouth, generous breasts, a small waist and well-shaped thighs and legs, terminating in her snow booties. Unfortunately, she'd worn her gray miniskirt. You could still get away with wearing miniskirts in Cranfield, and when you invited your husband's boss to dinner and wanted to look well she guessed she'd overdone it.
The thing to do was let him have a kiss or two to prove she was a good sport, take the bad news, whatever it was, and get out of here as fast as possible.
Chuck Webster stood behind her at the mirror. One of his arms caught her across her chest, pinioning her own arms to her side. His other arm slid over her hip and down in front to her pelvis. His hot hand rested lightly on her mount. Her heart began to pound. His aggression caught her by surprise; there was only a few millimeters of soft fabric between that hot hand and her erotic center.
"Oh, Mr. Webster."
"The game's changed," he said. "I'm not Mr. Webster anymore. I'm Chuck. Nor am I just your husband's boss. We're partners, you and I, Kathy, starting from this minute."
The dark eyes in that saturnine face in the mirror over her shoulder seemed to glow like hot coals. She sensed his powerful, determined strength. Then with a slight, daring smile on his lips he cupped her cunt through the dress and began to stroke it. At the same time he dropped his head and began to kiss her neck lightly. The man had a devil's intuition! Kathy was highly erotic in her neck region, and his light touch made her thrill. Down below his probing fingers also made her thrill.
"I eee don't understand about partners," she said.
"You will." He kept stroking and she began to struggle, harder and harder, to escape his grip, but she couldn't. His long finger slid along her cunt lips and she felt her organ began to make juice. Hot thrills shot up into her belly, and she shivered at what his tongue did to her neck.
"Oh, Mr. Webster, I can't permit this!"
"Chuck." He bit her neck. "I came to Cranfield this trip to open our partnership and to fuck you!"
It was as if his dirty word was a bullet. She cringed. "And what if I don't want to be pu-partners and fu-fuck?"
"You have no option, dear Kathy. I planned all of this two years ago. Sending Tom Lewis to Cranfield here. Then my sister married the City Manager, Frank Scales, and surprise! you got a job as his secretary. Then your husband, Tom, practically stopped fucking you, and you're in a deep, deep hole."
Uncanny! How'd he know about her sexual problems with Tom? What was this all about? Her mind was as shaken as her senses. Her cunt was flowing now as he still held her in that lock-grip and rode her. God, it felt good! A hundred men in Cranfield yearned to touch her, and in the past few months she'd almost succumbed, because Kathy enjoyed the thrills of sex very much. She looked beautiful and unapproachable, but she liked hard, rutting sex when she was aroused. Well, Chuck Webster was holding her and making her aroused.
But she had to fight her way out. "Please, no! I'll have to scream, and people will come and it will be embarrassing."
"Besides when I'm done you'll be worth two hundred thousand dollars," he said as if he hadn't heard her. His fingers now dug luxuriously into her cunt, forcing her lips open.
That stunned her still more. In her surprise she just hung there, staring at her blushing face in the mirror, watching his hand obscenely jogging at her V, feeling deep belly thrills that were making her very hot.
"I don't understand any of this!" she wailed in despair. She wasn't struggling any more. She was making little hump motions on his fingers in spite of herself. It felt so gooooooood!
"Don't understand it, Kathy. Just relax and enjoy."
There is a point where all guards drop, where the human loses a sense of imposed morality and begins to go into his or her animal. They could both feel her rising sex tension and they could hear her wet cunt slogging now to his fingers. Kathy felt a deep belly thrill rush up from her cunt to her head. "Oh, I I I-" she moaned.
"Take it, you sexy bitch, it's free," he laughed, and his insolent words made her hotter instead of turned off. She felt his cock, hard in his pants, nudging the small of her back. Oh, God, she so needed to have an orgasm. She dug her head back into his shoulder, opened her legs wider and began to squeeze her buttocks to his rhythm. His hand went up inside her miniskirt, and down inside of her pantyhose and panties. His hand plunged into her naked cunt and she was his girl meat.
"Oh, I can't stand. I can't staaaaannnnnd," she hummed.
He drove her. It was thoroughly outrageous. He just rammed his fingers up her cunt and she oiled them with hot, hungry juice and fucked them for him. "Oh, Chuck, dammit, I you we shouldn't-" Her knees trembled, while huge sex thrills played like lightning in her loins. She went a little wild, inhibitions gone, feeling her knees shake, and then she was rising. "I think I think
"Go, go, go," he commanded.
She rode up and out. She twisted against him in pure sex agony and delight. "Oh, Chuck. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her orgasm-hungry body locked and she paid off for him in rich, pulsing throbs of her cunt, squeezing down on his delicious fingers and gasping her pleasure at her taking. It was all so simple. He'd simply locked on her and gone for her primary target and not let her back off, and now she grunted out the last of her releasing spasms and her belly felt like absolute gold in the after-glow. "Ohhhhhh," she said, subsiding.
"Good," he said. "Our game's well started." He let her go and began to remove his clothes. She staggered to the bed and fell on it, noticing that it was at an odd position, but not caring. She knew very well that Chuck Webster was now going to fuck her but she doubted that she could stop him. Maybe she didn't want to! Things were so miserable with Tom; her life in Cranfield so limited. Now he was talking about some kind of a plan and money. My God, did he think he could buy her for money? She certainly wasn't going to respond to that. She was a rich man's daughter. Her father was dead and she was poor, but she knew what money meant; she was neither a whore, nor a dumb shop girl impressed by big numbers.
He came to her naked. She had to catch her breath when she saw his cock. It was big, it was hard, and it had a slight bend in it that made it very erotic. His balls were big and tight altogether a formidable tool for a girl to master.
"Chuck, I don't know what you're doing to me, but I really can't manage that," she babbled. "Sure, I needed a little relief maybe, but I've never cheated on Tom. I don't want to start. As for the m-m-money "
Her boots were off, and her pantyhose and panties came off in one wild sweep. She felt the coolness of the air on her still-wet cunt. He threw her on her face and began to unzip her dress.
"Chuck, dammit, I'm telling you I'm not having sex with you, or becoming your partner, or looking for any money, none of that."
"I understand." Zippppp! Her dress flew over her head and she was struggling out of it like a little girl being put to bed by her father. She wanted her arms free to protect her vulnerable parts so she let him take that. Then he held her down and undid her bra. She was crying, not so much in distress as anger and fear.
"This could ruin your career," she yammered at him. "You're officially raping me, and I can tell the home office."
"You sexy little pussy," he said. "I've creamed over you in my mind so often over the months that I'm almost crazy. I'll take twenty years to finally get my first Kathy-fuck."
Then they were struggling on the top of the bed, wordlessly, she trying to back off from him and keep her legs locked, panting in her effort. That menacing, huge prick floated before her eyes making her dizzy. His masturbation had by no means satisfied her cunt; she was hot and she knew it.
Then he got her legs apart and that horrifying big blade was pressing at her wet cunt lips, about to shove in. She thrust up against him. "Chuck. PLEASE, PLEASE!" she begged.
He stopped. He looked down at her, poised at her privates, his face flushed with desire. "Listen to me sugar child. Your life is in a mess. Tom's life is in a mess. I've been ordered by the Chicago office to fire him. It happens that I'm in a kind of a mess, too, and that's why I made this plan. It all fits. You have to trust me."
Then he gave a great shove and she cried out in wonder as she felt her vagina walls part for his lusty prick. The friction was maddeningly delightful, and in spite of herself she was letting him press her back on the bed for his fuck.
Yet even as he fuck-opened her cunt and began to grunt in joyous fervor she was denying him and his plan. Men were such drips. Her father, losing all of his money. Her dumb brother and his failures. Tom, so golden and so eager, and now flopping around like a miserable fish. They got more and more desperate, and she was sure that this Chuck Webster was just more of the same. Fuck him she might have to do, partly her own fault for letting her pipes get so rusty, so hungry, partly Tom's fault. All right. One roll in the hay didn't take away her power.
"Ah, ah, ah,". Chuck was in seventh heaven, and she was pleased to see that at least he didn't like about wanting her. Here was a man fulfilling a long-held dream if she ever sensed it. His face showed total bliss, and his cock grooved into her cunt as if she were the only woman on earth; yet Chuck Webster could get plenty of sexy women. His plan was probably no more than a murky plot to get her to bed. But as he thrust into her and she had to lift her loins to receive that hungry cock, she realized with panic that he was after more than just getting his rocks off. He wanted her to feel it deeply and he wanted her to enjoy it.
Kathy Lewis cried: "No, no, no." She remembered too well the one time in her life she'd fallen under the spell of a dominating male. That was in college and Art Talbert had completely dominated her and almost wrecked her life. He drove her car, he took money from her, and he screwed some of the other girls and let her know it. Yet so great was his cock that it took her almost a year to get away from him.
"I tell you-" Chuck panted. "We're going to be partners!" She felt his fierce lust to dominate her and impress her, to make her hot box open up to white heat to where she was completely thrilled with his cock.
"Come for you that's all," she gritted. Since Art, she'd been on her guard for the kind of man who might capture her total sexuality. Most men begged her favors, so great were her looks. Most went begging. Tom Lewis was gentle. With Tom there was love and laughter and Kathy always felt comfortable, in control.
With this man, there were hidden dangers, dark and mysterious things that he wanted her to do...
Oh, oh, oh, was there ever such a thrusting prick? And Chuck literally wallowed in her other charms. He robbed her mouth of saliva with slobbering kisses. He sucked and teased her breasts with his hot tongue, making her rise and rise in hotter response.
"God, I love your body ... tits ... mouth ... person," he grunted at her. "Kathy, for months I knew we had to do..."
"Please not so hard," she begged. "I love Tom. I don't really want to do this." But the heavenly friction sent rich feelings of fulfillment deep into her being. She hadn't had such sex excitement since that early time. Didn't want it! But but-
He fucked her more slowly now and she felt his burning blade pleased with the tight clutch of her vagina, and his pleasure at dominating her loins, making her dance to his tune. "Ah, ah, ah, Chuck," she stuttered. He would hang her up there and take her slowly, slowly. For him longer moments of that thrilling cunt friction on his blade. For her it meant a higher, hotter orgasm. She'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have the Big O where her body twisted, her mouth whined and her being felt pierced to its inner core.
"I won't give to you," she managed.
"Got to have it all," was his response.
Then she shivered as his finger between her buttocks began to play with her hole. There were rich nerves back there and a stroking finger could add bliss to the action in her pleasure-soaked cunt.
"Ah, no, damn, oh, Chuck," she said, trying to move so as to get her rear hole off his finger.
"Want your guts," he said rubbing the added fire into her body. God, she was hot enough to sear steel! This time she would have to give him what he wanted the pleasure of a delicious, delighted fucked bitch loving every inch of his cock.
"I'm going to come!" she cried, hoping to fool him. He would speed up and burst. Because Mr. Charles Webster was in bad shape himself. He trembled and he keened his pleasure like a bull in the pasture, fuck dominating his cow.
Yet he wasn't fooled. He just kept up his slow, maddening thrusts lifting her and lifting her. Kathy was being driven to the limits of her feminine being, no matter which way she turned. She began to grunt helplessly. "Oh, no, oh, oh, oh, Chuck," she whimpered. Her mind no longer would work. She was fuck-crazed and unable to resist his power.
"Fu fuck me faster," she ordered. "Take me, hurry, oh, I'm dying, Chuck. Oh, please PUHLEEEZZZE!"
Chuck Webster knew what to do. His powerful loins pulled back and thrust that stiff, riding prick into her faster and faster and still he wouldn't break. High, high, high-
It was going to happen, some distant thought in her mind told her. She felt the tremendous squeeze all along her nervous system. "You are you are-" she started. Then: "OH, GLORY! HEAVENLY, FUCKING GLORY, I'M GOOOOOOOIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNG!" Her breathing stopped, she lifted his heavy body off the bed with her fuck-lock and held him whimpering in her delicious orgasm. The runs of thrills were fantastic. THROB, THROB, THROB, with her heart pounding, her mouth slobbering, her eyes tearing and her body jerking as if she were spastic. Throb, throb, throb, the mad pleasure just kept going on and on..."AHHHHH," went the mindless creature, paying off with every atom of lust in her being.
Slowly, out of the pink, heavenly mists, she saw his face appear before her again. Something was wrong with the man. His eyes bugged out. Forehead sweat ran down his cheeks. His mouth was open, trying to get air, but he couldn't get any in his lungs. It was as if someone had thrust a sharp, wounding sword into his belly.
Spurt!
It was all his pleasure at making her give him her Big O and then seeding her belly. Spurt, spurt, spurt. "KATHY, KA A A A AATHEEEEEE!" he keened. "TAKE IT ALL. POURING MY GUTS INTO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt. The virile cock just kept pumping the hot male liquid into her cunt, a live muscle using her and deep gutting her with his stains to prove his ownership. Kathy could only hang in there and take his bursts which gave her additional throbs of ecstasy. It was a master fuck and very, very dangerous for her, but there was nothing she could do about it, because he'd reached her rutting, ultimate female and won.
For a long time they lay fuck-locked, gasping for air and sweating against each other. At last he said: "Fantastic. Better than I dreamed," and got off of her. She lie there, wiggling her toes in the marvelous afterglow. "You wanted me," she said dully. "You finally got me. Now can I go home, Chuck?"
"You can go home, Kathy." He was dressing. "That's enough for one night. Tomorrow we'll get together and I'll explain to you how we can make each other happy, save your marriage, and make you rich."
She was afraid of that. Some dumb male idea that would foul her up with her boss, the City Manager of Cranfield. "Lam going to be very busy tomorrow," she said.
"I'll be in touch."
She dressed quickly and got out of there. He watched her with his enigmatic smile, daring her to defy him and say she wouldn't do his thing. But she didn't want to fence with him. That had lost her points every time, back in the days of Art Talbert. Her body felt good now. Her soul felt bleak and desolate.
In the driveway at home, she stopped her car and sat there, weeping. She felt Chuck's jism leak out of her cunt staining her panties and pantyhose. This house, Tom's job, her life in Cranfield that was to have been so fulfilling it was threatened now by this sadistic man who had overcome her physically and now planned to overcome her mentally and make her his tool.
After her cry, she felt better. There was a time to give in; she'd had to give in because her body had its needs. But there was also a time to fight. She was no longer a silly coed in college, but a mature woman of twenty-five with a home, a husband, a future to protect. Mr. Chuck Webster might've won his first battle, but the war was a long way from over!