Chapter 5
Masturbation was no longer enough. The climaxes were many, but the sensation of each was becoming weaker with the passage of days. Once, Pat masturbated while sucking on a banana, but she bit through the piece of fruit in almost no time, preventing her from enjoying any kind of pretense at fellatio.
Seeing David Vane each weekday, while working, didn't ease the tensions inside the imaginative girl. She needed more than she was receiving, and she knew it.
When it did come, it was a surprise. It was a Friday, and Pat had just finished working her shift on the elevator. For once, she hadn't seen Vane at all, and she wondered where he might be. After changing to her street clothes, she stepped out of the storage room and came face-to-face with David Vane.
"I was waiting for you to get off duty," he told her.
"Why?" she asked, her heart suddenly pounding in her breast.
"Hell, you look even better in regular clothes than in that elevator uniform," he smiled. "I'll bet you look even better without clothes."
"That's none of your business," Pat found herself saying.
"Come off it, honey," he told her. "By now, you know I can read women perfectly. Even if you won't admit it to yourself, deep down you're one hot little broad. I saw your face in the reflection of the chrome door each time I was with those two other women. You're one little hot-boxed bitch. Hey, I'll bet you're still a virgin, too."
"As I said before, that's none of your business," Pat told him.
"Look, honey," he smiled, putting an arm around her shoulder. "I've had more than a dozen girls operating that elevator since I moved into the building. I paid good money to have that OVERRIDE button installed in that particular elevator. Most of the other chicks who've operated the elevator were nice-looking, but run-of-the-mill. Two of them, like you, were special. Both were not only gorgeous, but had hot blood, just like you have."
"Are you trying to offer me a ride in the elevator?" Pat asked. "No one is running it, now. I thought you needed a spectator."
"You're also a sharp cookie," he told her. "Yeah, I like it when other females watch what I'm doing. Especially when they're young, pretty, and impressionable, like you. What's more, I dig it in the elevator because of the movement. Anyone can get laid in a bed."
"Thanks, but the elevator just isn't my scene," Pat told him, her heart palpitating wildly, knowing deep down she would follow Vane into the sewer if he really wanted to do it, there.
"Yeah, well I suppose when a girl loses her cherry, it should be someplace other than an elevator. So we'll skip the elevator this once. But we'll also skip the bed. Suppose you and I take a ride on up to my penthouse so we can find a place that'll make both of us happy."
"You're assuming I'm willing to go with you," Pat said, not believing the words came out of her mouth.
"I thought you were smarter than the others. I hate it when you broads get cute and start playing games."
"All right, all right," Pat gasped. "It's just that a girl likes flattery."
"Flattery is bullshit," Vane told her. "I'm telling it to you straight. You're a classy chick, and looking at those firm thighs of yours while I was on the floor in the elevator made it possible for me to keep my cock hard for both those broads. I figure it's time for me to get a taste of the real thing, and not screw some other woman while looking at your body. And from what I've seen, you feel pretty much the same way. So let's you and I stop crapping around and get down to it. You aren't doing something for me because you want any legal services, and I'm not trying to buy you. This time, it's something the two of us want simply because it feels good, very good."
"You're a little too forthright for me," Pat told him. "I'm sorry, but I can't be quite that open."
"I see. It has to be a game with you, too. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I thought you were special. Well, you want to be treated like the others, so I have no choice. So let me put it this way. Either you come up to the penthouse with me, or you can forget about your job."
"What?" Pat asked, stunned, not believing the man to be so crude.
"You heard me," Vane told her. "And you know I'm serious. I'm not trying to pull your leg. Your job depends on your cunt."
Pat knew the man was serious, and suddenly he shrank in her estimation. He shrank a lot. But at the same time she wanted to keep her job. She was starting to bank a small amount, and it felt good to have so much money on hand.
"Okay," Pat nodded, her shoulders slumped in defeat. The gleam she saw in Vane's eyes let her know he was happier forcing her to his will than having her agree without what he termed, a lot of bullshit. In spite of all he had said to her, his main interest was in the conquest of a woman, bringing her around to his way of thinking. He had purposely been crass, arousing the ire in her, making her reject his advances no matter how much she had wanted to go with him. He wasn't the kind of man to be turned on by straight sex. That was it. Had she simply agreed to his terms without coercion, there was every possibility his penis might remain flaccid. This way, feeling he was bringing her around to his point of view, his cock would remain stiff and hard.
As they rode up in the elevator, Pat knew she was going to experience some pain. That membrane inside her that hurt when her finger touched it, was still there. Vane would have to break it if he pushed his thick penis into her. Also, the very breadth of his cock would stretch the walls of her vaginal tunnel. The stretching had to be uncomfortable, at the least. Even so, deep down, Pat was aching to endure all this. Night after night of fruitless fingering was doing her no good, and her sensuous body was in definite need of satisfaction.
Pat knew she had to make certain not to give in too easily. It was a game, and even if Vane didn't acknowledge it, the game had to be played out. The man's primary reason for using the elevator, especially with a girl on duty, was not to arouse the elevator operator, but to embarrass the woman he was with, making her attempt to reject him, though there was no possible way of her getting away. It made Vane feel more virile and masculine to actually conquer. And Pat decided she would force him to conquer her by pretending to be reluctant.
The elevator let them out directly inside the hallway of his duplex penthouse. The bedrooms were all upstairs, but Vane made no move toward the steps. Instead, he led her through an opulently furnished living room to a small room off to the side. It was supposed to be a kind of den or library. But Vane had made it into something entirely different. The walls and ceiling were covered with mirrors, but they were frescoed mirrors, with images of men and women in all kinds of coital positions impressed into the glass. Indirect lighting lit the entire room, and even as she walked in, Pat realized the floor of the room was spongy and soft, like an oversized mattress. There was no furniture in the room at all, though one wall did have shelves with drawers, all covered with mirrors. Pat felt a little frightened, noticing the floor-covering was not really carpeting but some kind of washable plastic. Her feet literally sank into the floor up to her ankles.
"This is my game room," Vane told her. "Some women like alcohol, thinking it a stimulant. I try to avoid it whenever possible, since it's really a depressant in the long run. Other women enjoy looking at the frescoes ... on their backs, of course. Still others prefer to look at movies, and one of the walls can slide away to reveal a screen against which I can show movies. But all this is still relatively new and fresh to you, Pat ... that is what you told me your name was, as I recall. All you need is to be aware of everything taking place."
Pat knew this was the time for her to go into her act, only she wasn't really completely acting. Seeing all this made her realize what a sex-freak David Vane was, and she was becoming a little frightened of him. She decided it might be better, in the long run, to surrender her virginity to someone else.
"Mr. Vane ... " she gasped, "won't you reconsider ... "
"There's nothing to reconsider," his hoarse voice told her. "I told you, I can read women. Almost all women want to get laid. Granted there are exceptions, but you aren't one of them."
His hand reached the hem of her mini-dress, sliding underneath as they stood looking at one another. He should have seemed awkward, bending down as he did, but he didn't. And Pat's thighs began moving imperceptibly apart, a feeling of total defeat invading her. Vane's fingers confidently moved upward, touching the slender whiteness of her firm thighs, and Pat shivered. Yes, a man's hands touching her was something so much better than the sensations she received being touched by her own fingers.
Pat suddenly found herself sprawled on her back, on the cushioned, plastic-covered floor. His hand was now on the warmly pulsating mound covered solely by her panty crotch. His fingers searched along the leg-band of her nylon panties, seeking a way beneath, and eventually the finger found a spot right near her hairy bush, and pulled the elastic out. It slipped in and before Pat was quite ready for it, it was lightly rubbing her tender pussylips up and down. Her vagina was pulsing with maddening throbs. God! It felt a thousand times better than when she touched herself. The man's experienced finger seemed to know precisely what to do, and it was doing it.
Vane shuddered, too. He had never touched a girl this young. He didn't really know her age, but he was certain she was a long way from her twenties. Prior to this moment, the only girls he had touched were in their early or middle twenties, with the exception of the occasional client who was usually somewhere in her thirties, and occasionally in her forties. The sexy feeling of the young girl's soft, warm flesh, and the fleeciness of her sparse black curls, curling around his exploring finger again and again, inflamed him with an urgent passion he hadn't known since his middle teens. He felt an overwhelming urgency to follow the movement of his finger with his erect cock, but knew it never paid to hurry things.
Pat sat there, balanced with the palms of her hands behind her, feeling very foolish with her thighs stretched out and spread wide apart. She was a morass of roiling sensations. Her inflamed body had no idea her mind no longer coveted David Vane, and it burned with a need for satisfaction. Pat found herself automatically reacting to Vane. She was getting hotter and hotter, and it was not what her mind wanted, but her body's desires were so much stronger. The sensitive nerve-endings of her aroused and responding vagina were becoming more and more inflamed by the man's moving finger. Her entire vaginal interior was wet, letting her know it was quite willing to be plundered. God! This was humiliating. Now she knew how those poor women in the elevator had felt, wanting and not wanting. Her sensually aroused body was a traitor to her mind, disobeying the orders sent by her brain, to not respond. No man had ever touched her down there before, and it felt marvelous. Oh God! Her body was going wildly out of control. She was unable to help herself. And Pat knew, just as the two women in the elevator had enjoyed themselves, Dave Vane's fingers were going to make her enjoy herself, too.
The wetness in her vaginal temple was hot and bubbling as the man's finger continued its expert caressing of her vaginal lips, causing her love dew to seep out and coat the tender pink portals of her dripping cunt. Added to this was the sensuous glow of enlarging heat far up inside her belly. Pat gasped involuntarily, letting Vane know he was succeeding with her as he had done with so many others.
"Please ... Mr. Vane ... " she gasped.
He was on his knees now, leaning above her, ready to kiss her pretty cupid's bow mouth. His voice gutturally told her, "When we're alone like this, baby, you call me Dave, huh. I mean, in a little while, you and I are going to be as intimate as a man and a woman can get, and your calling me Mister Vane will sound kind of silly."
His mouth came slamming down hard against hers, his slick tongue, pointed and insistent, slithering through her wetly parted lips to probe into her hot mouth as his arm wrapped itself around her narrow waist to pull her deliciously feminine torso close to him. As she sucked on the man's tongue, Pat realized it was the same organ he had used to lick Linda's cunt and asshole. The idea ought to have repelled her, but it didn't. Knowing this moving tongue had been inside so many secret places in women, Pat felt all the more aroused, feeling it invade her own mouth. Below, his finger stabbed at the hot, wet mouth of her delicious sex, teasing the pouting, sticky vaginal opening, circling around the band of her inner labia with a continual, delightful insistence. The finger moved higher under the flimsy covering of nylon, seeking searching, and ultimately finding the hardened nub of her tingling clitoris.
"Awwwaaahhhh!" Pat gasped into Vane's mouth, feeling lightning suddenly blast through her body. This was a hundred times more sensual than touching herself. Oh God! His finger continued its electrical contact with her vaginal bud, teasing it, rousing the sensitive nerves within, and her hips began writhing in a maddening dance on the cushioned floor. She bounced her buttocks maddeningly up and down, thrilling to the touch of his finger, but at the same time feeling so sensitive she wished to escape it. But it was no use. There was no avoiding the teasing touch of his forefinger as it slid along the roundness of her anxious clitoris. Moments later, her hips were thrusting wildly upward with a fevered urgency against the pressuring finger.
Abruptly, the young girl stiffened, forcing her mind to think more clearly.
God! she thought. What am I doing? I know I need a man, but this man is doing it not out of love, but simply to amuse himself. Oh wow! But it feels so good, so very good, and I need it. Oh yes, I need it. I can't help myself. All those weeks of fingering myself have made me want what's happening. Oh God! I really do need it. I need it badly. I hope he makes it as pleasurable for me as he did for the other two women.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Vane asked, pulling his mouth from hers. "Why the hell are you acting so goddamn uptight?"
Pat realized he must have sensed her attempting to resist what he was doing. She had no explanation, and when she did speak, her excuse sounded understandably lame.
"I've ... uhhhh ... never done anything like this before," she insisted. "I don't know if I'm ready ... "
"Bullshit!" Vane snapped. "You're ready, honey. Take it from a guy who knows women. You're more ready than most women. What's more, even if you are a virgin, tonight you're going to be properly fucked."
"I'm afraid," Pat insisted, and deep down, she really was.
"All women are scared the first time. Take it from me, kiddo. It's the most natural thing in the world, and if anyone has the right aptitude for it, it's you, so let's stop futzing around and get right down to it. Shed those clothes. You aren't like those twats in the elevator, who can afford to buy more dresses, and I don't want to tear what you have on. So you be a smart kid and take them off, now."
"My God!" she gasped, moving away from him and getting to her knees. "If my parents ever find out ... "
"Come on, come on, you're not a kid any longer. Who's going to tell mommy and daddy? Will you tell?"
"Golly, no!"
"And you can sure as hell bet ol' Dave here isn't going to spill the beans. Come on, kiddo. Off with the duds."
"Everything?" she asked.
"Everything. I want that nice little body of yours bare-assed."
Slowly, Pat began stripping down. Standing, she pulled her dress over her head and carefully set it down in a corner of the room. She wasn't wearing any kind of petticoat because it was still too warm, outside. She turned her back to Vane and reached behind her to unhook her bra, but Vane's fingers were already there, doing the job. She leaned forward and the brassiere slid off her arms. Her full, swollen white breasts with their brown circles came tumbling out.
"Oh yeah," Vane said, spinning her around to face him. "Now those are what I call tits. Christ! I haven't seen a pair of boobs stand up that way in the longest time. God! You are one beautiful fox."
His hands reached out, hungering to grasp her half-swollen nipples, aching to turn their pliant softness into rubbery hardness. He squeezed them, thrilling to the silken warmth of her flesh, and Pat gasped, loving every little thing he did to her. It was even better than she had imagined, and though she knew all this was wrong, she was determined to go through with it.
Pat breathed deeply, gasping as Vane sank his fingers into her full breasts. Her swollen, berry-shaped nipples spiked solidly into the palms of his hands. The young girl remained absolutely still, afraid to move for fear of breaking the spell being woven by her seducer. His hands were strong, firm, but not really brutal. She thrilled to the way his palms continually mashed themselves against his inner hands. He spun her around again, this time pressing against her back and sliding his hands around so he was able to fill them with the swelling of her twin globes. His lips kissed her nape, and this sent even more tingling sensations shooting through the young girl. Below, in the small of her back, she felt the insistent throb of his penis as it pushed against his pants and pressed into her.
"Uuhhnnnnhhh!" the brunette moaned, totally incapable of controlling herself. Any heat she had previously felt was nothing compared to the sensations she was now enjoying. Funny, but a half hour earlier she would not have believed anyone had they told her she'd be trysting with David Vane. This was both, too good and too bad to be true. Yet here she was, standing with her back to him, staring into the mirror on the wall, seeing the way his hands continued manipulating her breasts, making the tan nipples turn into hardened spikes. Her mind was no longer resisting what he wanted to do to her.
"You're really built," Vane whispered into her ear. "Yeah, you've got one helluva body. Not using it is a total waste. And in this age of ecology, we don't want to waste anything."
Unconsciously the girl nodded. By now, she realized there was no way out of this, but at the same time did she have to be so readily wanton about it, and merely accept what he wanted? Heck! Even if she was unable to close her mind to all this, there was no reason for her to become emotionally involved with the man. Let him do what needed doing, and whether it felt good or bad, she would endure it.
Lithely sliding out of Vane's cupping hands, Pat walked a few steps away, then slowly, sinuously peeled down her pink panties. Then she lay down on the soft floor, spread her thighs, and said to the attorney, "All right, you want me. Do whatever makes you happy."
Vane stood there, grinning down at her, and he finally said, "After those two incidents in the elevator I thought you learned something. Honey, if I yanked my cock out now and deflowered you, you'd be able to go home and tell yourself you were a good girl who was forced into doing something she didn't want. That is not David Vane's way. No, baby, I make you want my cock. I make you beg for it. Before I'm through you'll be pleading on your hands and knees to be fucked."
From her supine position, Pat watched Vane yank off his tie, and smile. He walked over to the wall with the mirrored drawers, opened one, and took out a Tiparillo. Lighting it up, he blew a vale of smoke into the air that was sucked up by the air conditioning. He continued smoking, smiling at her as he undid his shirt, then took it, and his jacket, off.
"Why do you have to take so long?" she asked, as he put the Tiparillo on a mirrored ashtray sitting on a mirrored shelf.
"Because," he said, sliding his undershirt over his head, "its lots more fun when you take your time about it."
"My folks are expecting me home for supper."
"Tell 'em you worked overtime, tonight. Believe me, baby, you will be working overtime."
"If you try giving me money for this, I'll cut your heart out," she told him.
"A proud bitch, huh? Fine. I like broads who think too much of themselves to be paid for what they enjoy. Any money I've ever given you in the past has been for your discretion as an elevator operator. But I'll be double-damned if I pay you for this. Now turn over and lie on your belly so I can get a good look at that luscious ass of yours."
Pat did as he requested, not knowing what to think at this point. She reasoned that if she did everything he told her to do, this would be over and done with that much sooner. Vane no longer needed prompting to keep his erection hard.
Listening, she heard the whisper of cloth against skin and knew he had taken off his pants. She turned her head around and looked at him as she lay prone, watching as he removed his boxer shorts. Once again, his massive penis hove into view, and from this angle, it looked even longer and thicker to Pat. This was the first time she looked directly at it instead of seeing it reflected in the chrome elevator door. It was even longer and thicker than she had believed it to be.
Vane smiled, seeing the girl's eyes widen. No matter how many times women saw his cock, whenever they glanced at it anew, they gasped. Yes, he had one helluva prick, all right.
"Admiring the old pecker?" he asked, walking around and grabbing hold of it so she had a better view.
"No!" Pat snapped, instantly reddening and turning her head away as the man chortled.
"Stop bullshitting me, honey," he told her. "You just had to see what it really looked like without all that chrome distortion, didn't you. Hey, have you ever seen any other man's cock?"
"No, of course not," Pat told him, still blushing.
"That's a shame. You have no other cock to compare mine to and know just how big it really is. What the hell, later on in life, when you get your fair share of men, you'll realize your first cock was your best."
He sat down cross legged on the floor, beside her, looking at her smooth whiteness. His hand reached out to touch her, his fingers gently tracing her curvaceous form, lightly drawing fingertip lines across her back and over the moons of her rounded buttocks. He let his fingers run lower, allowing them to move over her perfectly shaped thighs. Then his touch moved higher, between her thighs, touching the inner flesh until he was caressing the globes of her white, round bottom. His fingers continued being gentle and light for a moment, and Pat allowed herself to close her eyes for an instant. And then her eyes popped open as his fingers dug cruelly into the flesh of her buttocks, leaving red welts on the cheeks.
"Hey," he told her. "You smell good. After work, when you go into that ladies' room, I'll bet you wash yourself all over."
"Of course," Pat gasped. "I can't go home smelling sweaty."
"You're all right, Pat, you really are. The guy who eventually latches onto you for keeps will have himself one helluva prize. You've got it all where it counts, including brains."
"Come on," she snapped irritably. "Stop stalling. Just go ahead and do what you want to do so I can go home. You know I'm not going to tell anyone what happened here ... about your threatening to take my job away if I didn't ... wellllll ... "
"The word you're looking for is fuck. However, like I said before, this man isn't forcing you to do a damn thing. You're doing it because you want to ... you'll see. And don't you ever forget that."
"The hell I am," Pat snapped.
"This lawyer says it's of your own free will and accord. And you'll see, that's precisely what it will be. Before we're finished, you're going to beg me to ram my hard cock into the tightness of your virgin cunt."
"The way you made Linda beg?"
"The same way, honey. You're no different from that blonde twat. Both of you have feelings and sensations, and believe me, I'm going to bring them out of you. And when I do, and you beg very hard for me to fuck you, as a gentleman, I'll oblige. But not until then."
"And just how are you going to make me beg?" she asked. "Will you do the same things you did to Linda? Will you force that oversized piece of meat down my throat?"
"Oh no! I saw you when Linda was munching my dong. You're the kind who likes cocksucking too much, even if you've never done it. Making you do something you want to do is no feat. But I will use some of the tactics I used on Linda."
Pat didn't understand what he meant at that moment, but she wished he'd finish this, already. Her folks were going to be screaming about her coming home late.
And then, Vane's hot, wet lips were pressing against the nape of her neck, kissing her, allowing his tantalizing tongue to trace a wet path along her spine. Like a tickling spear it moved lower and lower, making Pat squirm as it neared the bottom of her spine. And then his mouth and tongue were kissing and licking her buttocks, sending shivering icicles shooting through her entire body. Good God! In her wildest dreams she had never been able to imagine how good a tongue felt. Chills of sensual anticipation ran rampantly through her torso, flashing through her nerves. Sensations jumped synapses and moved to other nerves. He continued licking his way lower, running his tongue along her thighs, the backs of her knees, then her calves, and finally her ankles. He kissed and licked at all of her lush nudity. He even licked the soles of her feet, making her squeal. The squeal assured him he had her right where he wanted her. Then Vane was working his way back up again. His hot mouth was completely different from his fingers as it sucked its way up her inner thighs. He used his hands to press her loins even farther apart.
High voltage tension charged through Pat's young body as Vane's tantalizing tongue now burrowed deep into the dark crevice between her rounded buttocks. The curling tip of his lingual extension licked briefly at the tiny puckered bud of her small anus, and when she felt the wetness touch the small opening, Pat recoiled, shocked beyond belief. The feeling was far wilder than imagination permitted. Her brain was shocked as the new, thrillingly erotic sensation wavered through her like heat from a blast furnace. Flames licked into the very core of her anxious soul. Then the man's mouth was suddenly gone from that delicate spot, moving upward along the ridges of her spine until he was at the back of her neck again. Now he was licking her ears, and his agile tongue lapped around the rim before actually plunging into her right ear with its wet, teasing tip.
Shivering with the impact of licentious and lurid sensations, excited as never before, thrilled to the nth degree, the young girl was shamelessly aware her body was violently aroused. She was a raging furnace of wanton lust. Every part of her body seemed to shrivel up and press itself into the heated hollow between her anxious thighs. It rubbed between her legs and then radiated outwardly to her belly, filling her breasts with lava, and suddenly she was forced back to her original form as heat blasted through her arms and her legs, seemingly straightening her out. She felt his lips where they no longer lingered, and imagined them to be kissing her where they had yet to touch her.
My God! she thought. What is this man doing to me. He's actually making me want him. Oh God! This is unbelievable. He's making me ache with desire for him. I mustn't let him know. I mustn't. Oh God!
"Turn over on your back," Vane ordered. "Let me see if the front of you tastes as good as the back."
Unable to deny the man, Pat rolled over onto her back, thinking, maybe he'll go ahead and fuck me now, and get it over with. Oh please, please, let him fuck me.
She fervently wished he'd do it, if only so she wouldn't eventually demean herself. Little by little she was dissolving into a quivering, shivering mass of anxious desire. He wanted her to beg him to fuck her, but no! No! She would resist. This was one thing she would not do. She must never demean herself as the other woman had done. She had too much respect for herself.
Now Vane's tongue sank down until it touched the brown nipple of her upstanding left teat. God! His tongue was so much more arousing than her own tongue had been when it had touched the selfsame spot. This was amazing. His hotly salivating mouth slowly sucked her aureole inside, and then it began pulling in more and more of her firm breast until as much as could be engulfed filled his entire oral cavern. His hand was carefully stroking the ripely swollen fullness of her other breast, gripping the softly pliant mound of white, sensitive flesh, kneading the brown, nutlike nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the nubbin around and around, squeezing it as if expecting it to burst open like some ripe berry.
Pat felt the rampaging shock of his throbbing caresses, and the helpless young girl was unable to stop herself from mewling deep in her breast with wild, pleasurable sensations, knowing in that instant she had to be plundered by this man's gigantic weapon. Oh God! She ached for it more than she wanted anything else in the whole wide world.
And he's never even touched my vagina, she thought. But I want it. Oh I want it so much. I can't resist, I can't. He has me where he wants me, just as he's had so many other women.
Oh God! When he fucked Mary she loved it. I have to be fucked by him, but I won't say a thing to him. I won't. I won't let him know how much I love what he's doing. God!
And now the demoralizing tongue was trailing with rousing fervor across the flat, white plane of her navel-dimpled belly, stopping only for an instant to lick into the tiny winking hole. Then his mouth moved lower, slowly approaching her ebony curls, licking through the hairs against the flesh of her pubic mound. Having seen what he did to Linda, Pat knew exactly what Vane was going to do, and there wasn't a thing she was able to do to stop him.
He's going to kiss my cunt. Oh God! He's going to put his tongue down there.
This was what she ached to experience as much as a cock. Ever since seeing him lick Linda's pussy, she had dreamed of a tongue thrusting into her own vagina, and at last ... at last it was going to happen. Oh yes! Yes! Yes!
Pat spread her thighs wide apart, offering her hot pussy to Vane's hungry mouth. But Vane bypassed her vagina and kissed her loins down to her knees, And when she sighed, thinking he didn't intend to lap her cunt after all, the man's tongue first began slowly working its way along her inner thigh toward her hotly quivering snatch. But it was his hand, like a scout, that probed first, caressing the soft labia until she was totally relaxed, and then his outstretched middle finger slowly, very slowly wormed its way between her inner lips, seeking her seething hole. It massaged the area between the open inner cuntlips, once again sliding upward until it touched her sensitive clitoris. The throbbing little button was fully erect, wildly vibrating in its tiny valley of flesh. He lightly brushed the tip of his finger over it, lovingly caressing it, feeling it stiffen even more under his light probing. The nakedly crouching lawyer grunted with satisfaction as he felt the tension in her open thighs ease. He knew for a certainty she would shortly be begging him for his cock.
Pat was unable to understand how, as tensed up as she was, she was totally able to relax under this man's masterful touch. Not that the heat in her body abated. Far from it. The burning sensations increased, but all her muscles were relaxed because of what his finger and tongue were doing to her. A mass of erotic sensations flooded her youthful body and she gasped, her belly heaving up and down in response to the way his finger tickled her tender clit. There was no way the young girl was able to resist this man. He had total control over her. Once again, Pat reminded herself that her feelings did not stem from love, but rather from the man's knowledgeable ability to do all kinds of wonderful things to her. If the man she would one day love learned to be this talented, her life in bed with him would be a wonderful romp. She was Vane's to do with as he pleased, but she refused to beg. She was not as low as those other women, succumbing so completely to their body sensations they had no pride left. Yet she had no intention of stopping him from doing what would please both of them.
Vane's head now moved forward as he removed his finger from the thrilling bubble of her throbbing clit. His face slid closer and closer to her seething, bubbling pussy, and his nostrils dilated as he inhaled the wonderful aroma her vagina emitted. His hands pressed flatly against the insides of her thighs and pressed outward, opening the area as wide as possible. Pat raised her head for an instant and stared into the man's gloating eyes. Then her head fell back onto the floor and she stared straight up into the overhead mirror, seeing her gaping slash, defenselessly offered to the man's hungering mouth.
To Vane, it was as if he'd breached a particularly strong oyster, and now he was going to start sucking away. The tasty meat within was waiting for his mouth.
With a sudden swiftness, the man's mouth clamped itself to the flooded gash. His licking tongue remained on the outer rim of her inner lips as his pursed lips pulled the delicious flow of colorless oil from deep inside.
"Ohhh my God!" Pat screamed, unable to believe the sensation of his mouth against her dripping slot. "Unnnnhhhh ... oooooohhhh ... oh Godddddd ... ohhhhhh ... uhhhhhh ... "
Her lust-constricted voice suddenly broke off as bubbles of saliva filled her throat and she loudly gurgled. Mewls of overwhelming pleasure flooded from her mouth. And then the wetly licking tongue began invading her sodden center. It probed deeply, ramming all the way in before sliding out and gliding very tenderly over her shuddering clitoris. It licked the tiny button repeatedly, and the feeling drove Pat insane. There was nothing like this in the whole world ... nothing! Her sensations should have peaked, but they didn't. The man's knowing tongue seemed to know what part of her to touch, and when. Vane was building her to new plateaus, but not permitting her to "get off on any of them. His tongue, which was fully capable of bringing her to a climax, didn't do so. Rather it continued enhancing the sensations of licentious desires overwhelming her body. And though she was unable to see his cock in the mirrors because he was lying face-down, she was certain he, too, was feeling lusting thrills. The only solution for the both of them was for his hard cock to be thrust into her tight, virgin sheath. But he wouldn't do that until she begged, and Pat was adamant about not begging.
"No more!" she screamed. "Oh God! No more! You're driving me crazy. Oh God!"
Even as she pleaded with him, watching the way his hungering mouth ate her vagina, the girl knew Vane was receiving as much building pleasure from this as she. Relief could only be gotten through the use of the massive organ depending between the man's thighs. His tongue was not going to bring her to any peak. She bounced impatiently, aching for the gigantic muscle to be brought forward, but David Vane refused to do as she wished. Rather he continued using his mouth, letting his tongue continue its caress of her exposed clitoris, making her feel as if raw nerve-ends had been touched with flame. The girl was screaming, staring at the frescoed forms cut into the mirror on the ceiling, noting the female figure was also having her vagina laved by a man's mouth, and from the lines cut into the face, the woman was enduring just as much thrilling agony as she. The tongue was now sliding into the fiscid shell of her soft vagina, sliding in and out, in and out, building her to new apexes, but never allowing her to fully experience any of them. She was aching for satisfaction, and from the fresco next to the one she was staring at, she knew the only relief was a cock, buried in her cunt, ripping away the membrane of her virginity.
Vane's shoulders were wedged between the luscious pillars of the young girl's thighs. His fingers were under her, squeezing her ass cheeks, digging deeply into them as they bounced on the floor.
Pat felt the wet, slick tongue cut deeply into the licentiously tormented depths of her bubbling vagina. She was unable to control herself, knowing the only salvation was his penis. And the only way for her to feel that penis stretch her vagina was to plead and beg. He was a really rotten human being to so dehumanize a woman. She screeched out in frustrated pleasure, her hands instinctively grasping his head, tugging on his hair just as Linda had done. Her reactions were no longer the result of her thinking, but pure instinct. There was nothing in the world for her other than the satisfaction she so desperately needed. She had to have an orgasm.
"My God!" she screeched. "I ... uhhh ... can't take it anymore. Please ... please ... David ... David ... do it to me ... I'm begging you just like you asked. Do it to me!"
She was moaning in frustrated agony, rolling on the floor, clenching her thighs tightly around the head still deeply imbedded in her frothing feminine drain. The feelings overpowering her were driving her to the point where she was no longer able to see. And soon she would be unable to hear.
Dave Vane raised his head from between her clinging thighs and grinned at her between the twin buttes of her upstanding breasts. Lasciviously, he smiled even wider, and asked, "What was that, sweet Pat? Do what to you?"
"You know, you know," she screamed in the soundproofed room.
"I'm afraid I'm very dumb," he insisted. "I don't know. You tell me, what am I supposed to do."
"Oh God! You damn well know what I want," the girl screeched. "Put your penis into me."
"Say it the right way," Vane insisted. "Come on, now. You know I wouldn't do anything for Linda until she said what I wanted to hear. The same goes with you."
"Have a heart," Pat pleaded.
"Look, sweetheart, I can stop here and now, and let you go to work with your own fingers. See how you like that."
And true to his word, Vane suddenly rose and moved away from the horizontal girl, leaving her on the floor with her thighs widespread. He stood over her, his long, swollen, dripping cock above her belly, spearing out from beneath his hairy groin. He gripped the flesh stanchion and said, "This is what you want, Pat-baby. Now you let me hear it. Come on. You know you want to feel it filling your sweet little cavity."
Pat was terrified. At first she had been afraid of what the man was going to do. Now she was afraid of what he was not going to do. He had done his work well. She was totally subjugated to him, just like all the other women. It let her know, in the future, when she became adept at using her hands and mouth, she'd find a way to gain similar control over men. But at the moment, the greatest fear was that Vane would abandon her. She was on the brink, on the very edge of a powerful orgasm, but she was well aware her fingers were unable to bring it out of her. His cock was the only instrument capable of doing it. Her trembling, shuddering fingers slid into her creaming vagina and began wildly massaging in the hope of salvaging some of the feeling before it began slipping away. She sank her digits into the pulsing groove of her womanhood, seeking the shuddering nubbin of her clitoris. Her fingers frantically rubbed at it as her naked young hips wildly gyrated on the floor, obscenely churning and spinning as her heavy breath came rasping out of her in violent spasms. Her eyes were insanely glazed as she clawed, pulled, and almost scratched the delicate, sensitive membrances in her flooded abyss of feminine delight. She was thrillingly and sensually aroused to the point of no return, but at the same time was unable to push herself over the edge. She needed the orgasm. She needed it badly.
Groaning from the depths of her humiliation, the girl looked up at the confident lawyer who was still holding his throbbing cock, and said, "Fuck me! For the love of God, please, please fuck me! Fuck me before I go totally out of my mind."
Vane sank to the floor between her thighs, smiling at her, leaning forward so his face hovered over hers. His lips were stretched in a grin of ultimate triumph as he said, "Good girl. I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking. Now tell me, just where is it you want me to fuck you?"
His sadistically licentious grin let her know he wasn't going to do a damn thing until she said everything he wanted to hear. She choked, swallowing a great gob of hot saliva, then took a deep breath and said, "I want you to fuck me in my cunt."
"Very good. Now with what shall I fuck you."
"With your cock."
"Excellent. Now put all the words together and form a complete sentence."
"I ... want you to fuck me with ... your cock ... in my cunt," she gasped, panting strongly.
"And just how do you want me to fuck you?" he teased.
"Any damn way you want," she screeched. "For the love of God! Fuck me!"
"That's more like it. Christ! After all that time in the elevator, I thought you'd have learned something. It goes to show, people only learn from their own experiences."
He reached down and guided the rounded dome of his flexing penis to the slit between her thighs. He roughly forced her inner labia to part, and he pushed the blunted head against her tiny, virginal hole, saying, "Here it goes, baby. And it's going all the way."
He pushed, and his thickened penile hose began widening her elastic interior. Pat immediately felt pain, and shouted, "It's too big. Oh God! It's too big. I'll never be satisfied."
"Don't be silly," he told her. "It's never too big. You just relax and keep your muscles loose, honey."
But David Vane was sweating. It had been a long time since he'd pumped a virgin cunt, and this one was even narrower than most. It was going to be a squeaky tight fit.
In spite of her need for cock, now that it was starting to slide into her, Pat felt Vane's cock all but tearing her flesh as it opened her and widened her narrow little gully. Inch by inch she felt the flesh auger slowly bore into her until he began pressing the penile point against her inner membrane.
"Eeeeyiiiii!" Pat screamed as he continued pushing it forward, forcing it to tear through the slender bit of tissue. "You're splitting me wide open," she screamed. "Oh God! It hurts! It hurts something awful."
And then Vane was plunging his masterful cock the rest of the way into her seething, shuddering tunnel, filling it completely with his flesh. But even when he had filled every last little inch of her vaginal interior, a good two inches of his throbbing cock remained totally exposed. He pushed against the wet, hot, squeezing pressure of her cuntal corridor, feeling the way her tunnel compressed his cock.
"Thatta girl!" Vane screamed to the agonized Pat. "It's almost as far in as it can go. Now wait for your cunt to adjust to my thickness, and then we'll be off to the races. I guarantee, you'll love every last little bit of it."
He stretched his form out on top of hers, lying immobile on her nakedly impaled form for a moment or two before flexing his fat dong deep inside the constricting enclosure of her vagina scabbard. He writhed his hips circularly, trying to wedge at least another inch of cock into her. But it was as far in as possible. Even so, his rubbery head pushed against her throbbing interior, making the young girl gasp.
The pained brunette gasped and groaned with each of Vane's muscular twitches as he repeatedly forced his cock to maintain its expansion inside her. And just when the pain became so overpowering Pat thought she was going to faint, Vane began sliding the tool back and forth, in and out, just a few inches. But that was enough to help massage away her agony, and little by little, as her taut tunnel adjusted to his thickness, the pain continued fading out. As the moments fled the girl realized she really was capable of handling such a monstrous member.
Vane started to increase his grinding pressure, swinging his hips from side to side as he moved farther back and forth. He insinuated his massive truncheon as far in as possible each time, and now began pulling so far back, all that remained was his glands. He stretched her thighs farther and farther apart until they were almost one hundred and eighty degrees away from each other. Then he spun her around, with his meat still buried all the way inside her so she was lying face-down, and he was lying against her ass cheeks with his prong digging deeper and deeper. In this position he was able to sink his throbbing prick another half inch into her.
Digging her elbows into the floor, and pressing down with her knees, Pat raised her buttocks as she found herself purring with thrills she had hoped for, but hadn't believed existed. Yes, this was even better than the tongue, and it was moving in and out of her with faster rapidity, enhancing the jolting electrical sensations in her pussy. Oh, yes, this was exactly what she had been seeking. Her buttocks slammed back against the man's belly as his heavy balls thwacked against her clitoris. She was aflame with insane, un-fulfilled yearnings, and unbidden, her naked body responded to the man's thrustings as her lewd cunt responded to his wild, hip swing motions.
Poised behind the girl, staring down at the stretched skin over her rounded buttocks, Vane thrilled to the soft moans of delight coming from the girl's mouth. Yes, his thick cock was no less effective with virgins.
As the naked lawyer continued wildly driving into the seething feminine cauldron between Pat's thighs, the girl's body reacted of its own volition to the wanton thrills shooting through her. Solidly, she slammed her ass back against his belly, madly writhing and twisting, thrilling to the pressure of his heavy cock moving through her vacuum-like interior. She found as she moved with Vane, sliding her eagerly pulsing vagina back as he pounded his massive stick forward, the intensity of the sensations increased. She was feeling even stronger feelings now than when she had been begging him for release, but now it didn't matter, because her orgasm was only moments away. This was her reward for having obeyed him. This was wild, insane, and wonderful.
Staring down at the mat, she saw pink stains beneath her body and realized her blood had mingled with her lubrication and was dripping from inside her. The rupture of her hymen had caused more blood than she had thought, but it wasn't too bad. She knew she wouldn't need a transfusion, but she would certainly be weak when she finally got home.
"Give it to me," she growled between gritted teeth. "Give me the entire length of cock. Ram it all into me. All of it, all of it, I want to feel all of it."
And then, there it was. It overwhelmed Pat with such force, her knees flattened out under her and she slammed to the floor.
"EEEEEEYYYYSSSSGGGGHHHH!" she screamed. "AAAA GGG HHHHH!"
Her head tossed wildly from side to side as overpowering blasts of pleasure drowned her for a moment. Her naked young body spasmed and convulsed repeatedly, and she was jetting to the heights of passion. For one small instant she remained poised at the apex, and the young girl was suddenly one with infinity. She gasped and lifted her head, staring into the mirror against the wall in front of her, seeing Vane's lust-transfixed face as he wildly slammed his expanding thickness into her frantically twitching pussy.
"HHHHAAAAAYYYYYAAAAGGGGGHHHH!" Vane hoarsely bellowed, and he was slamming forward, spewing the contents of his heated spunk into the simmering wet container of throbbing cunt, flooding it with his pearl-white glue. He fell forward on top of her, feeling her ass cheeks press against his pelvis as he fired salvo after salvo into her swollen chamber.
And when it was finally over and he pulled out of her, he took her into his bathroom and showed her how to douche. Not that he really cared about her, but if he kept her from becoming pregnant, he was almost certain to have her available whenever there was no other nookie.
Afterward, they dressed, and he called her parents and told them he was the building manager, and that Pat had worked overtime, so they were not to worry. Then he took her out for supper at a nice little Italian place. And after that, he drove her home. Pat was grateful, being too tired to walk to and from bus stops.