Chapter 11
On the Monday afternoon before the meeting to decide on her tenure, Lucy sat behind her desk in Hurlburd Hall, staring blankly as she bounced a pencil on its eraser. She was rather cheerful, beneath it all. She bounced the pencil slowly, feeling an implacable calm about to come over her; it would not come until the next day, but already she could feel its approach.
Tomorrow at this time she would be out of this sexual abyss into which she had fallen. She would be free, whether she got tenure or not. She sighed, imagining what it would be like to have, once again, absolute free choice in the channeling of one's own sex drive. This morning, she had sucked Wedge's dreadful cock for the last time ever, because tomorrow he would have no hold on her at all. Neither he nor anyone else would ever be able to make another demand on her.
She expected his phone call any minute now. It was odd how, in the space of a little more than a week he had developed this ritual. A thrice-weekly two-part ritual, beginning with their behaving like a couple of crazed deaf-mutes so early in the morning when she went in, wordlessly, to suck him off, and ending late in the afternoon when he made her bend over her desk so obscenely and dreadfully naked, always giving her the feeling that she was nothing but a blind, chained animal, waiting to be used and incapable of resistance.
The phone rang. She picked it up quickly. "Hello."
"Get ready," he said, and that was all he said, hanging up as soon as he'd said it. But she'd recognized his voice, of course, and she knew just what he meant.
She removed her bhndfold from the back of her top drawer, then stood, feeling giddy and light-headed as she removed her skirt, folded it, laid it out of sight on her chair, and then stepped out of her panties. She rubbed her thighs together and looked down at her high-heeled pumps. Today was the last time in her life she would ever be made to act like a chained animal, so grotesquely exposed and so utterly naked! At least Samantha hadn't bitten her on the behind; how would she look with a dozen little blood-blisters all over her behind? she wondered. She had practiced bending over in front of the mirror at home, curious to know exactly what she was exhibiting, and she had decided that she looked best wearing the high heels. With the high heels her behind jutted a little higher, her legs spread a little wider, and her legs looked slimmer.
She took her position with her feet wide apart and her thighs just touching her desk top. She picked up her blindfold and pulled it over her head, making sure the pads were fitted to her eyes and admitted no light. And then, thinking about the doorway just behind her, a door which would soon open and admit some man whose identity she would never know, she bent over, lying her chest and cheek flat on her desk pad, and reaching out to the far corners of the desk with her arms. In a moment, an anonymous stranger would open the door and see her like this: she could think of nothing more horrible and was thankful that today was the last time she would ever have to do this.
She didn't know how long she would have to wait. Once, when she had most needed time, it had been less than a minute, and the next time it had been ten or fifteen. After the first day she'd been forced to do this, her tendons had been sore, and so she had stretched them for awhile each evening at home. She had gotten so she could remain in this position for thirty minutes and not feel discomfort. It was the most degrading thing she had ever been forced to do; she couldn't even think of anything that compared, in terms of the unthinkably obscene. At home she had set up mirrors so that as she lay-using her kitchen table-she could see precisely what she offered.
There was a reason Wedge had made her stand precisely like this, of course, knowing by now his filthy mind. If one stood with her back humped rather than arced downward, one could quite easily hold her buttocks tightly together, but when you arced your belly down, your buttocks automatically spread, exposing hopelessly the cleft between-and she had cringed when she noted this at home. Likewise, when she swiveled slightly on her high heels and turned her toes in just a bit, the vulva was more exposed; and when you turned your toes in and arced your back, why, you could see (she blushed at the thought) right into the vagina. In this position, the vagina even paged open a bit-there remained no secrets, no mystery. There the human female was, naked to the core of her being and absolutely defenseless-and any minute now, some man, any man, would open the door and see her like that, and then . . .
Her thoughts stopped there. She avoided thinking about the and then; afterwards, she was never absolutely sure what happened to her, it was so dizzying. Her breath quickened as she thought about it. She humped her back for a minute and then re-arced it down, so that her belly almost touched the cold desktop. She twisted her toes in just a little more. She knew to her deep chagrin that the man who opened the door would at once be able to see the very depths of her cunt. Her cunt gaped open, she realized, more than it ever had-she was thankful that this was the last time she would ever be made to do this!
She knew that less than twenty seconds after that man, he, whoever, looked at her, he would place his hands on her naked hips and fuck her like an animal, like a barnyard animal, and this shamed her. She could feel her wetness flow in her pussy, her poor defenseless pussy! The wetness had moistened slickly her vaginal folds, every one of them, and now she felt it begin to gush out, dribbling down past her clitoris and into her muff. She was tired of waiting-she wished she could just stand up and be human again-this was the last time! She trembled with the pleasant knowledge of that.
Her pussy was so unbearably hot! She thought she would faint. She reached behind herself to touch it, reaching around her upthrust buttocks with both hands to touch her aching pussy with the fingertips of both hands. My god! It's like a river! she thought. She caressed it, strumming its outer surface with the soothing cool fingertips of both hands-oh! that felt good! Should she? she wondered. Could she help herself?
She quickly reached around under herself with one hand to thrust three fingers as deeply as possible into her gaping cunt, butting her clitoris with the palm of her hand as she did. She grasped bone, it seemed, and squeezed. She felt her pussy's suction working at her hand. It felt good. It felt . . . well, it felt better than nothing. The fingertips of her other hand continued to fiddle with her cunt's entrance, every few seconds darting up to diddle her anus.
She broke into moans as she fucked herself with her hands, her excitement helpless and racing as she knew she was powerless to stop the onrushing tide . . . what if he came? What if he came now? Well, he would just have to do her again-god knew she was hot enough.
A lonely orgasm overtook her, and the fact that it was her own fingers about which her cunt convulsed while she shivered and trembled, made her feel dismally empty.
Suddenly, she thought to look at her watch. Her eyes bugged open when she saw that it was after five-thirty, that she had been lying like that with her most intimate parts gaping wide to await the casual pleasure of a stranger, and had been doing it for an hour. She was infuriated, but more than that she felt shamed. Quickly, she dressed. She prayed Wedge would not see her leave.
Miss Slade was tenured without a hitch. There was not even too much discussion of it at the meeting. Of course, of the committee of eight, three of them not including Wedge, had had sexual intercourse with her within the past week. When Wedge, awaiting his turn, offered that
Miss Slade was quite nice to have around, in addition to her sterling academic qualifications, those three colleagues were particularly quick to nod in agreement. Each had been, upon entering her office after being told that she wished to see them and would appreciate his coming by, that it was somewhat urgent, each of the men had been startled and then quickly overcome by her quintessential nakedness. Each was a discreet man, not given to drop-your-pants affairs, and, having second-thoughts, each had approached Wedge later, asking, uh, did she really know it was me? Uh, this won't cause any embarrassment? And each had been told to see that she got tenure. And so the matter of her tenure was settled before it ever came to a vote of the committee.
The morning after the tenure meeting was a Wednesday and Wedge arrived at his office a little late-that is, he arrived at his usual eight-thirty rather than an hour earlier as he had been the past two weeks. He shut the door, set his briefcase on the floor beside his desk, and went over to draw the blinds. That was when he heard the knock, an individualized knock which at this point he recognized.
"Come in."
"You're late," she said.
"Oh," he said. "I wasn't expecting you today."
"Well," she said, brightly, "here I am."
"So you are," he said.
He shut the blinds again and took his usual position in his chair. His apparent attitude was one of total indifference. He did not even look up at her. When she did not approach on her knees, however, ready to service him with her mouth, he looked up askance.
"Why don't you fuck me today?" she said.
"You'll have to beg," he said, matter-of-fact-ly, obviously leaving it entirely up to her whether she wished to do so or not.
She was silent for a moment, then, "Please . . ." she said, "please fuck me. I want you to. I ... I lay awake all night wanting to feel your cock in me, in my cunt. My pussy is aching to have you fuck it."
When his face remained immobile, she said, her voice quite hesitant, "Please ... I can't put it any more strongly than that."
"How about your asshole?" he inquired.
"Oh! I want you to fuck my asshole, too! But right now my pussy hurts. Please. You can fuck my ass Friday morning," she said, taking his hand with both of hers as she added, wistfully, "or any other time. I'm going to be around this place quite a while-right down the hall."
Holding his hand now by two fingers, she leaned back against his desk and pulled up her skirt. When she spread her thighs her rich female scent filled the air and Wedge saw that she had come to him panty-less. She had been hot under the whiskers for quite some time, a fact all too obvious because of the salivations of her cunt. Her juice had wet the hairs on either side of the gaping gewgaw and had run down onto her thighs. She pulled his hand up and stuffed his two fingers into her twat's entrance: they were immediately sucked into her hot gaping maw.
She warbled low in her throat and her cunt muscles contracted around his fingers as she worked those twin digits in and out of herself with both hands. Wedge's pecker had begun to strain at his fly and he unzipped with his free hand to ease it out; it thrust up sharply with stark nakedness, rough-hewn and blue-veined. Lucy immediately straddled him and lowered herself, standing quiveringly as she rubbed the giant knob of his organ up and down her gushing slit before she teased it into the tense opening of her vagina. She stood there like that, legs quivering as she nibbled at the head of his shaft with the constricting muscles at the mouth of her cunt, while she pulled her sweater out at the waist, lifted it, and reached into her flimsy bra to free a breast. She lifted it, holding its weight in her palm, jiggling it as she said, "Please suck my tit! You've never once sucked my tit! Please suck it now-just a little!"
She flicked a nipple with her fingernail and it sprang achingly to life in front of his eyes.
He craned his neck, lowering his head, mouth open. She stuffed the end of it into his face and he clamped his jaws shut and began to suck, eyes closing.
Lucy lowered herself onto the hard spike of his massive shaft, impaling herself and reaming out her throbbing cunt with the one brisk lunge which left her shuddering in her first climax, her pussy contracting, rippling maniacally all up and down the length of his cock. She remained poised over him like that with her legs widespread as she ground onto him with her climaxing cunt for almost half an hour, shuddering until her teeth rattled as her orgasms built one on top of the other, her entire cunt constantly in shuddering motion as it rippled over, gripped, and teased the entire length of his erect manhood. She came until she shook from head to foot, her body twitching uncontrollably as her skin deepened in hue about five times, always to a deeper red, and her tongue dropped back into her throat as she gasped for breath, her chest heaving and constantly moaning. When his pent-up orgasm began to fire up into her she clamped down on it to slickly ride the wave upon wave of semen which flowed into her. When she had every drop she collapsed into his arms, her cunt in one final spasm as she murmured and cooed.