Chapter 4
The next day, at three fifteen, Pat took the elevator to the second floor. Dave Vane got on, and with him was what appeared to be a very reluctant woman. Yet the woman got on of her own accord. Vane didn't pull her or coax her or say anything to her, which led Pat to believe the woman had some kind of idea as to what was about to take place. Pat, at a nod from Vane, punched the OVERRIDE button, then faced forward, this time staring at the chrome reflections of the two people behind her.
"All right, Linda," Vane said. "Here and now."
Linda, like Mary, was blonde. But Linda was a honey blonde. Linda was short, with a cherubic face, and a little on the chubby side. Pat knew at once this woman was not nearly as well built as Mary or herself. She wondered why Vane wanted anything to do with the woman. Her breasts were big, but only because she was a bit chubby. She had a round stomach and a large behind. Linda was wearing a loose dress to try and hide her cherubic shape, but her roundness wouldn't stay hidden.
Pat stared at the reflection of the attorney and saw his tented pants and knew he was aroused. Obviously there was something about this woman which got him all steamed up. Linda was facing away from him, looking at the side of the elevator, her short, golden hair covering her nape. The indirect lighting in the elevator made it all but impossible to see through the woman's blue dress. But her shoulders did have a nice, gentle slope to them, and her waist, though a little heavy, managed to be shadowed by her breasts. Pat had to admit there was a sensual curve to the woman's hips that really looked nice. Pat also noticed Linda had nice legs. Yes, now that she took a second look, Pat saw some extreme sensuality in the woman, but Linda was doing her best to keep it hidden. When Vane gulped, anticipating what lay ahead, his cock jerked in his pants. Linda, facing away from him, didn't see it. But Pat, staring at his reflection, immediately noticed it.
"Come on, let's not play games," Vane said. "I told you my terms, and you agreed on them. Here, now, in the moving elevator. Don't worry about the elevator girl. She won't turn around and look."
His eyes were locked on the blonde woman, but Linda remained facing away from him as if she didn't hear him. She slowly began undoing the zipper on her dress as if she were in some kind of trance. There was a small railing in the elevator, and when the woman took off her garments, she carefully draped them over the railing. Finally, she was completely undressed, save for her pumps, which she wore to keep her feet from feeling cold.
Vane stood there, watching her, knowing he was going to get his way. Yet he was irritated by her indifferent manner. The cold bitch was doing what he wanted, but not in the way he wanted. She was behaving in a totally uncaring way, as if to tell him to get it over with. Well this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. For a moment he became indignant.
"Just what are you trying to pull?" he asked.
Turning toward him, letting him see her naked front for the first time, allowing her full breasts with their rosy tips to bobble before his eyes, she breathed deeply, watching as he undressed in front of her. When he was totally naked, with his jacket and shirt spread out on the elevator floor, his strong, muscular legs widespread, Linda's eyes were ungovernably drawn to the massive length and breadth standing out from under the hairy bush on his pelvis. It sliced through the air like a red-tipped sword, jutting stiffly out in her direction. Then Linda's eyes moved haughtily up to his face.
"I told you, if you're going to insist on this, I'll do it, but I won't like it," she told him. "If it thrills you to force me to your will, then by all means, do so."
The tone in her voice was one of indifference mingled with disgust. Her eyes were now closed, as if shutting him out. Yet Vane was aware the picture of his upstanding cock was locked in her mind, if only because it was the most massive truncheon in town. He saw her shudder as a ripple of unwanted excitement coursed through Linda.
Pat also saw the woman shudder, and since she was feeling excited, she understood the meaning of Linda's quiver, Linda's eyes were clenched shut, forcing herself not to take a second look.
"You're trying to make more of this than you should," Pat heard Vane tell Linda.
For the first time, the elevator girl realized Vane had been drinking. He was usually very calm. This time he was irritated and angry. She saw the blood pulsing in his temple artery, even in the reflection in the chrome door with all its distortions. And matching the pulsations in his head were the twitching movements of his throbbing penis.
"All I want is a simple divorce," Linda insisted. "That gives you no excuse to be physical with me."
"The fact that you're a woman and I'm a man is all the excuse I need," Vane told her. "You didn't have to accept my terms. You know full well there are many other divorce lawyers who could have gotten a good settlement for you. And they would have been less expensive than I, and not demand any kind of physical payment."
"And you know you're the best attorney in town," Linda snapped back. "There will be no unexpected things taking place with you in the courtroom. You'll get me a far bigger settlement than any of the other lawyers, and it's worth it to me to pay the higher fee."
"But it's not worth it to put out for me?"
"At another time, in another place, I ... might be ... willing."
"Bullshit! You're a frigid bitch who has to be warmed up. And I'm just the cocksman to do it. Baby, there are things about a cock you have yet to learn, and today is the first lesson. I'm not the least bit interested what you do with your husband ... or what you don't do, for that matter. I want your cunt, all right, but not the way you think. Maybe, if you do what I want well enough, I'll feed my cock into your cunt, and you'll be glad to have it."
"I'm glad you have so much self-confidence," Linda snapped. "It'll do wonders in court."
"Don't worry about what I do in court," Vane snapped. "There's no one around as good, and you damn well know it. By the same token, there's no one as good when it comes to using a cock. And this is something else you're about to find out."
Pat had never seen Vane so angry. Even Linda was afraid, shrinking away from him into a corner of the elevator. The blonde woman felt a shudder ripple coldly over her nude, silken flesh as she stared at Vane. She also saw him clutch at his hot, thrusting stalk of solid red flesh. He was licentiously stroking it back and forth, the foreskin sliding over the corona again and again. The lascivious sight both fascinated her and repelled her. Linda had never bothered looking too closely at her husband's cock. She always insisted on doing things in the dark, under the covers, with him putting it in, coming quickly, and pulling out. Since she was usually very, very quick to come, that was all she wanted or needed. When her husband suggested some kinky kinds of sex, she consistently rebuffed him. That was why he had started fooling around on the outside, and that was why he had been caught by private detectives Linda had hired.
Linda had agreed to let Vane "do things" with her in the elevator, but she was fast becoming angry at his obnoxious dominating manner. That, plus his use of certain words, irritated her beyond belief.
"You just keep tugging on it like that," she snapped. "It looks very natural there, in your hand. You're like some spoiled brat who has to run into the bathroom and play with himself because not everyone finds him fascinating. Go on, Mr. Vane. Pull it! Keep on pulling it. Because I've changed my mind and I've decided I don't want you to put it into my vagina."
Normally, Vane would have let her words slide off him like water off the proverbial duck's back. But the drinks had clouded his judgment, and he didn't know what he was doing.
Pat stared at their reflections as Vane slapped Linda's face. The blonde woman fell to the floor of the elevator, and Vane fell too, straddling her with his knees, his buttocks sitting on her lush, rounded breasts, the nipples digging into his flesh. His knees were cruelly pinning her arms to the floor, though her forearms were free. He reached down with one hand and gripped her short hair, tugging her head upright, much the way he had tugged Mary's head up. But with his other hand he was gripping his cock, and instead of merely waving it in front of her as he had done with Mary, he brought it forward, forcing the bright-red head toward her clamped-together lips. The hand gripping her hair was tugging her face closer to the dripping penis.
"Stop it!" Linda screamed through clenched teeth. "I won't do it, damn you! This is disgusting. I'll never do anything like this."
Pat stared, wide-eyed, not daring to move. At first, she, too, had been disgusted at the idea of a man putting a penis into a woman's mouth. But remembering how much she enjoyed sucking her own nipples, she wondered if she'd enjoy sucking a thick cock. The idea made her brain really start to spin. Oh, yes, yes, that would really be something. She wanted to try it, but at the moment she didn't dare move. She had to stay perfectly still.
"Yes you will, you goddamn cunt," he snarled. "You damn bitch. You think your fucking mouth is so sacred. Well let me tell you, you're going to suck my prick until I shoot my load down that sweet throat of yours. It's about time you learned what jizz tastes like. You'll suck it or as the elevator girl is my witness, I'll drop your case. Now you just make believe it's a tasty stick of candy. Believe me, Linda, soon you'll be sucking it just like its candy."
His hand released his penis and he slapped the blonde woman, first on one cheek, then on the other. The resounding sound of the smacks startled Pat as they echoed in the tiny, enclosed elevator. It was at the top of the shaft at the moment, and now started on its way down.
Just as Mary had struggled against Vane, so did Linda fight him, now. Her body writhed under his ass, her legs kicking out futilely. Her fury knew no restraint as tears of mortified shame started streaming down her cheeks. Linda knew, even as she fought, her struggles were in vain. The unbelievable insane luridness of this obscene spectacle was as much her fault as it was his. She should never have agreed to this ridiculous business of being naked in an elevator.
"Suck it!" Vane was saying. "Take my cock in that hot mouth, you snotty cunt," he bellowed savagely, staring down at her and jerking her head wickedly by her blonde hair up toward his pulsating rod. And each time she refused, he slapped her face again, continuing to hurt her until the weight of his ass on her breasts became so heavy, she was no longer able to struggle. Ultimately, she went limp.
Linda heard the rasping of Vane's heavy breathing as his knees, pressing on her muscles, caused numbness to set in. His lean buttocks flattened her full breasts against her chest, making her gasp for air, and his huge cock now rested its head against her chin. Slowly, and with closed, tear-filled eyes, Linda raised her head. She shuddered, knowing she was about to do something she had always thought abhorrent. The idea of biting him crossed her mind, but she didn't dare. She needed him to get her lucrative divorce. So, in order to get that fat settlement, she now had to do what she had never done before. It sickened her to even think about it. The best thing was to do it with a closed mind ... don't think about it.
"No way, Linda-bitch," Vane snarled, withdrawing his knees from her arms. "I know what's going on in your mind, and if you think I'm going to let you do this without knowing and fully appreciating what you're doing, think again. Take the full length of it in your hands and lick it, from top to bottom. Lick up one side and down the other, you goddamn cunt. Then you lick my balls until every inch of scrotum is soaking wet. You keep using that tongue, non-stop. If you do stop, I'll take the belt off my pants and tan that lovely ass of yours. We're about to find out just how talented and educated that mouth of yours is. Start licking."
Pat felt her breath caught in her throat. She wondered if Linda would do it. She knew she would never have to be forced to do something like this. She wanted to do it. Oh Lord! Heat burned through her at the prospect of being able to do it. Yet she had to remain facing forward, her arms at her sides.
Vane's face was a mask of enraged, grotesque, sadistic lust as he watched the subservient nakedness of his latest client. Linda's face was pleading and awe-stricken as her numb arms felt prickles of returning sensation, allowing her to raise her hands toward the heavy penis jerking against her lower lip. Her fingers reached up and slowly touched the throbbing rod. After a moment, feeling the heated staff quiver, she forced her fingers to wrap themselves around the phallic spire, sending heated sensations of lust shooting through the fleshy rod. It jerked as if it had been hit by lightning, and the grunting sound coming from Vane's throat echoed the building tension in his body.
Raptly gazing at the reflections in the chrome door, Pat almost jumped when she saw Linda's eyes pop open in a combination of debased subjugation and unwanted passion. Tiny flames of intractable lust were kindling in the depths of those eyes.
"You are going to learn, once and for all," Vane told Linda. "There's more to sex than lying back and letting some man jam his prick into your hole. And by God! You'll not only learn new things today, but you'll like every bit of it. You'll suck my dick to my satisfaction, or you'll strangle to death in the attempt."
By now, Pat was used to hearing absolutes. She knew Vane was exaggerating more than a little, and she wasn't worried he'd choke the poor woman. In fact, knowing Vane as she did, Pat was certain Linda would eventually get to like what he was making her do. He was the kind of man who was determined to get his way, even if it meant changing the mind of another human being.
Vane was shuddering, himself. The drinks had made him over-bold, and for awhile he was afraid he had finally gone too far. But now, feeling the way Linda's hands were actually holding his cock, as if caressing the turgid extension against her will, unbelievable flashes of electrical carnality seemed to be incited inside him. Thrills raced through him, blinding him to everything other than the total degradation of this particular woman.
Linda was unable to comprehend the emotions trying to take hold of her anguished self. The almost overwhelming anger and frustration, added to the bitterness Vane had evoked in her, plus the dejection she felt at having to suffer through all this, was enough to frazzle the nerves of anyone. Now there was the addition of terrifying fear, and that fear had driven her to defend herself against what she felt was a very lurid and depraved attack. Now everything was giving way to fermenting galvanizations spiraling through her loins and belly as her fingers curled around the throbbing presence of his very real, unbelievably thick cock. She clutched it in her grasping hands, and then found herself whimpering aloud. Linda's cobwebbed brain had become an entangled mixture of inconstant reactions, and the added presence of this monstrous phallus held in the circle of her tiny fist, less than an inch from her lips, now hurriedly overshadowed all other things. Once again a tear tumbled from her eye, running halfway down her cheek before falling into the hair at her temple. Her fingers were involuntarily squeezing and stroking the penile monster. His fingers, tightening, in her hair, enhanced the lust inside her. At that moment, Linda realized she had a touch of masochism inside her. She wanted to be hurt ... a little bit.
"Come on, come on," Vane roared. "Start using that tongue. Put it to work licking my cock, you bitch," he snarled, staring down at her, tugging her bewildered face closer to his enormous pylon. "All the goddamn pleading in the world isn't going to let you off this hook, honey. When this is all over you may never want to know me, but until your case is settled in court, you are going to learn to give head and love it."
"God!" Linda gasped. "Ohhhhh God!"
Her gasp was not a plea for salvation, but rather a question to the Almighty as to why she was feeling so aroused at the idea of suddenly giving in to this man. She would have laughed in her husband's face had he suggested they do anything like this. Once, when he even suggested a change of position she had locked her husband out of the bedroom for a week. It was bad enough this man wanted her to lick his penis, but eventually he wanted her to suck the whole thing into her mouth, and even swallow the sperm he was going to eject. It made Linda wonder how many other women in this world did such depraved acts.
"Stop stalling," Vane snapped, ready to slap her again. "I want to feel that tongue of yours go to work. And when you've finished using your tongue, start to work with those lips. Before this elevator ride is finished, you'll be an accomplished fellatrice."
For the littlest instant a surge of panic almost swept over Linda. She suddenly realized she was trapped and there was no escape He intended making her perform this perverted act, and once again that strange masochistic sensation inside her began stirring up and surging through her as, in the depths of her abasement, she continued pulling and tugging on the penis. Linda sensed the way Vane was writhing, and her ears thrilled to the moans his mouth emitted when she tugged back the foreskin and exposed the glistening red head. Her fist manipulated the thick outer flesh back and forth, her mind concentrating on the lewdness of what he was making her do. And finally, there was nothing other than the hot, burning sensation of his massive prick in her small fist, her fingers barely able to encircle it. And now she slowly but surely raised her head, opening her mouth.
Linda heard Vane choke in licentious anticipation while incomprehensible trickles of desire began rampantly charging through her feminine torso, causing her to take a deep breath, hold it, and stick out her tongue, allowing it to come into contact with the soft, rubbery penile tip. With a little hesitation she permitted her oral organ to swirl around the helmet-like point, tasting his salty flesh. And all the while Vane, staring at her pink tongue, gasped, writhing his ass cheeks against her breasts. And then the point of her tongue braved the little slit in the tip of his penis and licked into it, slurping and slavering as if trying to draw out his lubrication.
Pat, staring, felt the saliva in her own mouth start to build, and she realized she was jealous of Linda. She wanted to be the one to suck on that massive penis. God! If only Vane would ask her to join in. She was aching to become part of all this.
Linda continued holding her breath, and for the first time in her spoiled life tasted the pungent tang emitted from the tip of a male phallus. The passion-incited seminal lubrication came out in tiny droplets, and her tongue scooped them out before they were able to fall. Though she tried fighting it, Linda felt a new wave of unwanted excitement coursing through her, provoking her, making her nostrils flare, widely. Am then her tongue was automatically licking along the vein-embossed underside, washing that part of the penis again and again, moving all the way to the base, where it joined the scrotum, then back up to the corona where her tongue circled the rim. Her tiny hand opened to let her tongue lick the underside, then tightened when the tongue moved away, jerking assiduously, squeezing the heavy base. She felt the wrinkled scrotum against the side of her hand and almost laughed because the many hairs covering it tickled her. Now her fingers encircled the doughy mass of testicles, and her nails subconsciously drew themselves lightly through the wrinkles, making him writhe. And then the bloated mass was cupped in her palm and she was gently closing her fingers around the throbbing length.
Linda's face was nuzzling the hard cock, and her tongue was licking it with unqualified affection. Without realizing it, she was truly starting to enjoy what she was doing. She no longer thought about the elevator girl, nor the movement of the elevator, itself. All she cared about was this wonderful object her tongue was tasting and her fingers were caressing. Her other hand was clutching the heavy penile length, tugging down on it, keeping the proud, carmine head fully exposed. Pursing her mouth, she moved her suddenly eager lips forward, letting them encircle the ponderous scarlet cap within their ovalled circle, allowing the heated staff to slide right along the entire length of her working tongue as her wet, circular-shaped mouth absorbed more and more of it. The oozing drops of seepage filled the hot oral shelter with its wildly arousing piquancy.
Vane gasped above the woman's awkwardly nodding head as she had to raise it to keep it moving. He stared at the way Linda labored, her mouth sucking on the very tip of his throbbing phallus, hardly able to believe the salacious sight of her haughty face, now so erotically and licentiously distorted as she began sucking in earnest. Jesus God! He had really set off something inside the woman. It was something even she had not been aware of, though he was willing to bet she was aware of it right now. Little by little she was munching her way up the length of his rod, intent on fitting every "last little bit of it into her mouth. He groaned again, then grabbed his pants which lay off to the side, rolled them into a tight ball, and shoved them under Linda's head, pillowing it. He eased her head back against the rolled up pants, then put his weight forward, on his knees, taking his ass off her breasts, pushing his cock further forward. He was as intent as she in wanting every last little bit of cock stuffed into her mouth, even if it meant pushing his head into her pharynx. His hands reached forward and moved behind her head, pulling it up a little, making it easier for her. And all the while, one of Linda's hands cupped the weighty clump of his testicles with loving care, while the other hand tightly gripped the base of his cock.
Jesus H. Christ. In all the years Vane had been blown by women, he had never known one to learn this quickly or this eagerly. She was munching his cock with as much feeling as he had when he sucked pussy. God! Now he began a slow undulation of his hips, sliding the thick, lustful penis in and out of the girl's mouth. She sucked noisily, and it echoed throughout the small elevator car. His hands still held her head up a little, and she continued guiding his penis in and out of her mouth with her own hand, while her other hand continued massaging the throbbing wang.
Pat watched, totally captivated by the sight in the chrome elevator door. She felt lewd, burning sensations charge through her as Linda's cheeks puffed and sucked in, and the woman's head moved with more speed, fervently bobbing up and down all the more quickly, letting him know she had not only surrendered totally to what he wanted her to do, but she was actually enjoying it. He continued jamming his throbbing dong between her circle-shaped lips, thrusting back and forth with greater and greater fury.
David Vane was smiling. It was a wicked, obscene smile; a smile of total dominant lust. With each maddening thrust into her now-receptive mouth the woman moaned in unalloyed wanton passion and massaged the heavy scrotum between his thighs.
Linda was unable to resist the licentious stimulation she felt because of being forced to suck her lawyer's throbbing cock. Her cheeks stung with the vicious slaps he had delivered to her face, and her breasts continued to throb from the crushing weight of his buttocks pressing down. But the friction of his ass-flesh made her nipples distend, and when he put more pressure on his knees, lifting his cheeks up to ram his cock more certainly into Linda's mouth, her nipples tried reaching out to touch his cheeks. She couldn't recall when she felt so totally and wonderfully chastised. For the first time in her life she was defenseless and humble before a man, sordidly shamed, yet it was all so perversely wanton and wonderful. She felt totally enraptured and continual sensations of flaming lust mounted higher and higher inside her. She had never had these hungry feelings of salaciousness, before. A growing, intemperate licentiousness charged wildly through her thighs and her soft, rounded belly.
The woman clung possessively to the cock on which she sucked, fearful it might be taken from her. Tears continued to run down her cheeks, but these were tears of unfathomable masochistic joy and pleasure. She had never, in her wildest dreams, in her remotest fantasies, ever imagined sucking on a man's throbbing dong brought such total and sheer bliss. She found her tongue eagerly exploring every ridge and curve of the phallic member. The tip of her tongue tried reaching down to the base in the hope of examining the wrinkles in his balls, but she had yet to fit all of the cock into her mouth. Her lips slid to the top of the heavy prick, and her tongue lapped around and around the mushroom-shaped crown, and once again licked into the little slit, tasting the salty tang of his lubricity. And all the while her vagina grew hotter and hotter and wetter and wetter.
Vane gaped down at the absorbing, interesting face of the woman sucking his penis. His hands were pressed against her cheeks, guiding her face back and forth along the length of his pulsating wand. He slammed his cock in and out with a certain ferocity, watching the way her contorted lips clung salaciously to the length and breadth of his massive shaft. He watched her lips fold in on themselves each time he plunged forward, then thrilled to the sight of them tugging out again each time his penis pulled back. He shoved his penis deeper now, feeling her throat gag when the head of his masterful cock attempted to penetrate it. He pulled back a little, then shoved forward again, and this time managed to sink the shaft a little deeper. Yes, his cock was actually reaching into the shimmering depths of her esophagus.
Pat wondered if it was humanly possible for Linda to swallow the entire length of that penis. Certainly it was difficult, if not impossible in that position. But little by little, she watched the shaft sink deeper. She even heard Linda choke and gag as the penis went in, yet the way her hands squeezed Vane's balls let Pat know the blonde woman wanted to try taking that entire length into her mouth. The wiry hairs of his pelvis were pressing against her nose. Yes, yes, the woman was taking the whole length of cock into her mouth. Pat was amazed. But she knew, if Linda was able to do it, so was she. The woman's hips and thighs bounced wildly on the elevator floor, and Pat realized though Linda might enjoy sucking, her vagina needed satisfaction.
Pat wasn't the only one who realized Linda was thrashing her lower half all over the elevator floor. Vane turned his head and looked back. One glance at the blonde's voluptuous, sensually aroused lower body was all the man needed. He craned his neck to see her round, white loins pressing tightly against one another. The mad, wild, undulating, writhing movement of her hips was too much, and he forced her to lie down as he eased his swollen cock from her sucking lips.
"Ummmm ... more ... more ... let me suck more," Pat heard Linda gasp, and realized David Vane had conquered again. He had made a woman do something she didn't want to do, but more important, he had made her like it.
"Easy," Vane was whispering.
"Please," Linda pleaded. "Oh please, please, please, let me finish it. Let me taste your sperm. I want to suck it and suck it and suck it again. It's wonderful. It's so fat and long and tastes so good ... I want it ... I want it ... "
"Slow down, Linda-baby," Vane reassured her, sliding back and kissing her mouth gently. "I'm not taking my cock away from you. Honey, all I'm going to do is turn around, and while you keep on sucking my cock, I'm going to munch on that tasty cunt of yours. I can smell the soap you use to keep it clean, and it has me all hot and bothered. I have to taste you, honey."
"Huh?" Linda asked, coming out of her funk. "You want to put your mouth down there?"
"Sure," Vane told her, hoarsely. "Nothing tastes as good to a man as a good, sweet pussy."
"Well ... I don't know. I've never let my husband do anything like that. I've always thought it so ... well, you know ... "
"Hey, baby, that's the place where life starts in the body. Now when you wash it out, that's the most sanitary place on earth. And I can tell, you keep your pussy nice and clean."
"Well, yes, I do wash it. I believe it important to smell nice all over."
"That you do, sweet doll. Now let me kiss it."
"Okay," Linda nodded, lying flat on the floor, her head still pillowed by his rolled up pants.
Pat, who knew the thrill of a finger against her clitoris, realized David Vane was about to apply his tongue to this woman's extended little bit of hardened flesh, and the mere thought of being lapped down there drove her insane. Oh wow!
"Okay ... what?" Vane asked.
"You know ... what you said," Linda told him.
"Tell me," Vane insisted, "what did I say?"
"Kiss ... it," Linda begged.
"Kiss what?"
"Kiss me between the thighs," Linda said, reddening.
"What do you want me to kiss?"
"My ... uhhhh ... vagina."
"Come on, Linda. Call it by its real name."
"Damn you, you take away every last shred of a woman's dignity."
"What's dignity compared to what you want me to do? Come on Linda, tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."
"Kiss my cunt, you son of a bitch!" she snapped. "Lick it."
"Say please," he insisted.
"Please, pretty please, please with sugar and honey on it, please with cunt juice on it. Please!!!"
Instead of actually turning around, Vane began slowly sliding down the length of Linda's chubby body, taking the time to nibble at her soft, full, lovely teats. He buried his face against their fullness, enjoying the satin smoothness of her white flesh. Then his face was pressing into her warm, rounded belly, his tongue slurping into her navel, making her writhe with sensuous madness. At last, he had this bitch totally where he wanted her, and she'd do whatever he wanted.
Linda's hand was pressing on his head, her fingers wrapping strands of his hair around themselves. She felt a warmth with this man she had never known with her fishlike husband. Her brain reeled, spinning wildly and erotically in licentious anticipation. Abruptly, she felt his strong palms pressing against the rounded white softness of her inner thighs. He was moving her loins farther and farther apart, and her breath began bubbling in her bosom as she waited with thrilled anticipation for what she now desperately wanted to happen.
Pat, too, was holding her breath, staring, aching to see Vane do it to Linda, but really wanting him to do it to her. Golly! This was something. She was getting one heck of an education, all right. This was terrific. She only hoped she would be the one to experience all this in the near future. David Vane was one terrific lover.
"Get ready," Vane's sure, gravelly voice whispered. "Here we go."
"My God!" Linda gasped. "My God! How wrong can I be? All these years there was so much waiting for me, and I repulsed it. God! Do it to me, David. Suck my cunt!"
"You betcha," he told her, his warm breath covering her mons.
"God! I've been a complete bitch to my husband. No wonder he went out looking for other women. God! Do whatever you want to me, David. I won't ever make the same mistake a second time. Lick my slit, Dave."
She rolled, lurched and sighed as his hot, burning, wet lips slowly closed over the pouting mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed him lightly pressing damp, teasing kisses, lavishing them on her silken-haired slit, making the juices within tinglingly flow. Linda writhed, enjoying his kisses more than any other she had ever received. They were beautiful, wonderful kisses, teasingly arousing her as his mouth moved through the hair, kissing her flesh. His prickling lips covered the soft flaps of her tender outer labia, and then his tongue was shooting between them, licking between the inner labia as well, parting the sparse hedge of darkness, flicking snakelike into the trembling, quivering depths of her drenched slash.
Every muscle and nerve in Linda's aching body reacted uncontrollably to the wild, thrilling, pulsating licks of maddening pleasure he was giving her as the cuntlips surrounded his tongue and clung tightly to it. Choking moans of servile submission came chokingly from her gasping throat. Thrills blistered through the depths of Linda's body as never before. She had one of her quick, small orgasms; the kind that had always satisfied her when she had been with her husband. Only now she realized it was not enough. It was not nearly enough. She needed more and more, and she knew Dave Vane was going to see to it she got more. Choking gasps of subservient delight came tumbling from between her lips.
Great God! Was this the ultimate feeling? Was this the acme of delight? Was it the very apex of sexual thrills and enchantment? All kinds of wild, different, heretofore unknown sensations were being awakened inside Linda as the elevator continued its endless journey up and down, up and down.
Pat continued looking at their reflected images, wishing she was the girl on the floor. Just looking at all this was driving her wild with maddening desire. She wanted to feel a tongue in her own slit, and at the same time she ached to suck that huge, red penis. Golly! She remembered the smell of his semen when he had fired it into Mary, and she ached to discover if it tasted as delicious as the aroma hinted. If it did, she'd swallow the liquid all the way into her belly.
Linda's mind was engulfed in a maddening vortex of building enchantment, and the arousal was so spectacular, her mind was closed to everything else. A maddening, sensual tempest was making her body glow. Her white, sweaty flesh was shimmering, and her own hands were now running up and down the length of her rounded body. They touched the hard-nippled, soft mounds of her swollen breasts, noting how they were throbbing. Then her fingers trailed down over the satin skin of her stomach, coming to rest magnetically on either side of her flushed, soaked, throbbingly palpitating pussy labia. As she writhed, Linda heard Vane panting, thrilling to the feel of his hot breath against her sparse pubic hairs as she licentiously spread the pink flesh in the hope of making it easier for his mouth to reach into her. Her hair-lined drapes of flesh pulled farther apart, revealing the rich inner pinkness of her interior to his hungry gaze. Her trembling, delicate fingers tugged hard, feeling his cheeks graze them as he pushed his face lower. He grunted, and the sound seemed to travel into her vagina and rattle every bone in her quivering body. Dropping his head, he drew his hot, wet tongue along the entire length of exposed pinkness, slurping the juices of the coral flesh into his mouth as his nose rubbed into the flowerlike interior of her perfumed pussy.
"Oh my God!" Linda screamed. "Oh God! God! God! More! Oh yes, yes, yes, keep on doing it."
And Pat, staring at the way his face was working into Linda's vagina, felt a small climax burst through her. The sight completely overwhelmed her.
"Ummmppphhh!" was all David Vane was able to say with his mouth jammed into Linda's almost-smoking vestry. He, himself, was unable to comprehend what was taking place inside Linda. He had known she would enjoy all this, but he'd had no idea she was so intense in her feelings. This cool, reserved woman had suddenly lost her reserve, totally and completely. He had completely turned her on, more than any other woman he had ever known. She was hotter than fire, itself.
Vane raised his head and stared at the ragged, pink, scalloped lips her fingers pulled open for him, as if offering him an appetizing delicacy beyond anything he had ever known, before. The richly flushed tenderness of her inner pussy was totally exposed to his staring eyes. Lust throbbed through him. He had conquered another female, and once again he had underestimated her capacity for passion. Now his eyes were greedily absorbing the breathtaking sight before him. Savage spasms of lascivious desire charged through him as his throbbing cock beat fitfully against part of his jacket covering the floor.
"Please ... please ... " Linda was gasping. "Don't torture me any longer. Do it, do it! Suck my cunt," she begged, making Vane's ears tingle with pleasure. "You're teasing me and it isn't fair. I can't stand it. Oh God! David, put your tongue inside me again."
Pat listened, wondering how a woman of such proud bearing was suddenly reduced to a crazed, whimpering mass of feminine flesh. Her mind boggled at the prospect of sinking this low. She was willing to do anything Vane wanted, but Pat knew she'd be double-damned before she'd allow herself to be humiliated in this manner.
Vane gaped at the widespread pink orifice Linda held open for him. He saw it glistening with heavy drops of her inner moisture, and its shininess aroused the carnality in him to an even higher pitch. God! Her wide-open vaginal maw was actually twitching and squirming as she writhed her full thighs. Vane stared at the exposed intricacies of her vaginal interior in wonder. He had never really seen inside a pussy before, and this woman really had her labia tugged wide apart.
Once again Vane's head fell, and Linda shrieked as the full length of his hot, slick tongue sank into the quivering swamp of her dripping vagina. The tightly clasping walls of her cunt surrounded his tongue and pulled it solidly into her.
Linda gasped, moaned and whimpered, making all kinds of unintelligible noises. Her soft, tiny feminine hands clutched his hair all the more tightly, pulling his head solidly against her trembling outer labia. She gasped out throaty, hoarse sounds while ramming his face into the wide-open tunnel she was offering to him. The fleece-lined furrow surrounded his cheeks, and had her vaginal interior not been so narrow, she would have forced his nose inside along with his working tongue, suffocating him. She rotated her hips against the floor, bouncing her buttocks wildly against the supporting hardness. Linda writhed, squirmed and shuddered as weird, incessant mewlings poured from between her clenched teeth. Her feet, still wearing the pumps, pressed solidly into the floor, letting her raise her delectable loins higher, jamming his face even deeper into the silk-lined honeypot. The sensuous, heated walls within her feminine grotto opened and closed around the slick, inplunging digit, belying the fact that she had never had this done to her, before. Her automatic reaction was such, Vane would have sworn she had educated her inner muscles.
Suddenly he tugged his tongue out of her seething narrow bowl of tissue, licking upward through the widespread fissure, tasting her wetness and drinking down her sap. His tongue came into contact with her reddened clitoris, licking it wildly, slurping it, tasting it, pulling it between his lips. He sucked, drawing on the tingy bud as if hoping to pull some delicious moisture from it. And while his tongue kept up the maddening licking against the straining plexus of her femininity, his hands were busy working. One hand squeezed both her full breasts together so it was able to massage her nipples, while the other hand rubbed the flesh of her rounded ass cheeks.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Linda gasped. "Keep doing that. Oh God! God! I never knew anything felt this good. Jesus! If only that stupid husband of mine had forced me ... ohhhhh ... the fool! I love all this. God! Don't stop! Don't ever stop ... "
Vane raised his face, letting his eyes focus on the writhing woman for a moment. He enjoyed seeing the lines in her face caused by the enjoyment she felt within. Her head was whipping from side to side in a wild, maddening tempo. Her hands reached out, clutched his hair, and yanked his face back into the quicksand of her frothing vagina. Her fingers tightened their hold, literally pulling his head from side to side, as if attempting to direct his tongue. His greedy, sucking mouth was building wilder sensations than ever inside her. She had already felt countless mini-orgasms ... perhaps more in the past minute than she had ever felt in her entire life, before. The tongue was touching places in her tingling elastic gap that made her fire gouts of colorless wine into his face and mouth with repeated consistency. Linda's vagina was as greedy for Vane's mouth as his mouth was to taste her secretions. His hand smoothed its way upward over the white, silken roundness of her belly, joining its mate in titillating her breasts. He squeezed and tugged and pulled on the quivering rotundities, wickedly squeezing their fleshy softness. His fingers rolled the hardened nipples between them impetuously, treating them almost cruelly as his own lust continued mounting.
Goddamn! Vane felt he was going insane. The licentiousness of it all, knowing he was being observed in the chrome door by the elevator girl, enhanced his heat. It was hard to believe the chubby female squirming under his mouth and hands was the haughty bitch who had walked into his office a day earlier, trying to make demands. She pitched and tossed like a lost ship in a tempest, offering her cunt to him like a paid whore who walked the streets. And there was no doubt as to the reality of what she was doing. Her sexual enchantment was total and complete. She was under the spell of his wand as surely as if it was magic.
Linda's brain was swirling licentiously. She no longer attempted to think or reason, but instead, completely surrendered herself to the bliss controlling her shivering body. Now she felt Vane raising her thighs, forcing them back until her knees touched the fullness of her heaving tits. The woman thrilled to the pleasure of Vane's big, hot hands pressing on the soft, white flesh of her full thighs, raising her widespread groin and completely exposing her open slit to his wonderfully lashing, slurping, licking tongue. His sucking lips seemed to be drawing her very life out through her cunt as he sipped and slurped while his lingual extension delved ever deeper into her, pausing only to swipe at her shimmering clitoris now and again. God! God!
Then Linda felt a totally new sensation. The titillating probe of his tongue slid out of her slimy cunt and moved lower, licking across her perineum into her asshole. Vane had correctly assessed that a woman who kept her pussy this clean, didn't stop there. She also washed out her ass. And he was right. Her rectal pucker tasted of the same soap she used in her vagina. The tongue whipped back and forth across the little pucker, licking it wildly, and Linda felt cold shudders blast through her with the power of dynamite. Frenzied thrills made her writhe and squirm as lurid delight eeled through her already lust-crazed body. The climaxes she had felt earlier were minor compared to the one that shot through her, now.
"EEEYYYIII!" she gasped, realizing the combination of cunt licking and ass-tonguing had given her an entirely new kind of orgasm. Yes, she was learning all right. She was learning as never before.
Pat was incredulously staring, unable to believe this. The man was actually putting his tongue and lips against the woman's rectal pucker. This was unbelievable.
To Linda, this was the ultimate in lovemaking. It was so unreal, so unbelievable, she was unable to conceive of it actually happening to her. Yet it was happening to her. His tongue was actually probing into the center of her anus. It was pushing past her pucker, past her sphincter. God! She bit and almost cut holes in her tongue. And that was when Linda realized how much she really missed sucking on his cock.
"Turn around," she gasped. "Please, Dave. Turn around. I want to such that cock of yours while you keep on licking me. Hurry! Hurry! I must have it."
Vane heard what Linda was saying and didn't have to be told a second time. With his face still buried in the deep den between Linda's thighs, his tongue alternating between her rosebud-like asshole, and her swampy pussy. Linda instantly curled her fingers around the massive dork as his thighs surrounded her lovely head. She opened her mouth, shaping her lips into a ribboned oval, and sucked the hard, throbbing cock all the way into her mouth, pulling it against her throat. She rammed her nose into his heavy mass of scrotum and inhaled deeply, thrilling to the arousing scent of him.
Being in such a hurry, sucking his cock into her mouth so quickly, she attempted to take too much too quickly, and suddenly she was gagging. Pulling her head back just enough to catch her breath, she inhaled, then began earnestly sucking and pulling on the throbbing penis, running her tongue up and down the soft underside and topside, letting the blunted nose press against her throat again. This time she was ready for it and didn't gag. The heady spice of the seeping fluid aroused Linda all the more, and she tightened her lips, sensually massaging the solid dong while her hands moved up to cover his balls. She tugged the testicles away from her nose so she was able to breathe. And then Linda felt the massive spike start pumping in and out of her mouth again and again. It kept rhythm with the way his tongue was lashing into the creaming depths of her vagina or the tight pucker of her asshole.
God! Linda thought. How was it possible for me to be so immature not to want this. The wonderful cock is the most delicious thing I've ever tasted.
The thoughts continued flashing through her head intermittently as she sucked with raw fury at the massive column pressed against her throat. And at the same time, Vane, making loud moist oral sounds, enchanted her by stabbing his tongue into her body again and again. It seemed to burrow deeper into her cunt on each inthrust.
And then Linda felt another sensation as Vane's mouth continued working exclusively on her cunt while one of his forefingers began worming its way into her anal tunnel. Five minutes ago she would have shouted out her indignation. Now, she knew better. Now, it all felt so good and wonderful.
"Ummm!" she gasped, feeling his swollen dork continue to expand in her sucking mouth.
And Pat, seeing what Vane was doing, understood there was even an erotic sensuousness to the rectum.
Linda felt another orgasm blast through her.
"GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGHHHH!" Her body writhed and twisted unendingly, knowing there were more climaxes inside her. Her mouth sucked strongly, nursing on the cock as if it were giving her nourishment. Her beautiful cheeks hollowed obscenely, and her rounded belly was rising and falling, rapidly.
Having come so many times, she wanted Vane to reach his own peak. She had no doubt he was capable of making her come again. But she felt selfish. She wanted to give pleasure to this man who had forced rapture on her. She wanted that ultimate sensation of sperm being shot into her mouth, down her throat. God! Hurry! Hurry!
Pat, staring at the way Linda's hungering lips worked on the throbbing phallus, moving along most of its length, then sliding back until all but the head had left her mouth, felt anguish at not being able to join in. This was cruel, almost inhuman torture. And somehow she had an inkling Vane knew it.
Vane sensed Linda's tightening and knew she was on the verge of total satisfaction. Every tight muscle and stretched cord in her body telegraphed her oncoming big climax to him. He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth all the faster, wanting to come with her. Man, this was some elevator ride.
"UUUUGGGGHHHHUUUUGGGHHHH!" Linda gasped, his entire length of throbbing cock jammed as far into her mouth as possible. She wrapped her chunky thighs around Vane's head, imprisoning it as a thunderous cataclysm overtook her body and shook it, making it tremble. Linda had never felt anything this intense in her entire life. She was going insane. A second overpowering orgasm slammed into her on top of the first, followed by a third and a fourth, totally draining her of everything. She had no conception of time, space, or dimension.
At the very peak of her culmination, she vaguely heard Vane scream into the depths of her vagina, "AAA YYY AAA GGG HHHH!" And then his hot, viscous sperm was blasting into her throat in wild, teeming spurts. Creamy liquid gushed down her gullet, and it tasted both salty and sweet, at the same time. Another climax blissfully erupted in Linda's body and she sucked with all her strength, loving the delicious flavor of his sperm. His masculine jets spewed repeatedly down her throat, and she drank with a thirst rivaling that of a vampire for blood.
Finally it was over for the two of them, and they lay there for awhile, totally heedless of Pat as she stared at their limp forms. Oh God! She was burning up. She had to do something.
David Vane finally rolled off Linda and helped her to her feet. The two quickly dressed and then Vane ordered Pat to release the OVERRIDE button and let them off in his penthouse apartment. The girl hurriedly obliged.
She had to remain on the elevator another two hours after, and it drove her insane. When she finally got home that night, she masturbated with one finger against her clitoris, and the thumb of her other hand partially in her vagina, and her forefinger in her anus. This climax was the most rousing one of all for her.