Chapter 1
Tracy Cole looked up into the man's eyes and told herself that there was no way out of her predicament. She would have to perform, just as he had demanded. This was finally going to be "the moment of truth," as they say. She closed her eyes trying to hypnotize herself into a horny state.
Although she'd petted a bit in high school and college, Tracy had never expected to find herself in this position this quickly. Modest, unassuming; and innocent, she had never been able to appreciate the fact she was a truly beautiful girl. Her face was stunning, absolutely beautiful beyond imagination, inspiring more than one boy in high school to have wet dreams about her. And yet, her innocence had been such that even when she went out on dates while in college, the boys hadn't the courage to "defile" her. Her fluffy black hair and milk-white flesh made the hackles rise on the back of each boy's neck. But when the animal instinct was about to take over, even when the boy was petting her breasts through her blouse, her big brown eyes, filled with pure innocence, always stopped the boy.
Tracy had never developed large breasts, but what she had was large enough, and certainly firm enough. Her hips were not too large or round, but neither were they boyish. True, her behind was nicely shaped, as were her long, slender thighs and calves. Put together as she was, she made every male, from nine to ninety-nine, drool at the sight of her.
Her parents had warned her about fooling around with men, but Tracy had no idea what they meant by "fooling around" since neither of her parents had gone into any specifics. But what her parents had failed to take into consideration was her inner development, her emotional growth. There were nights when Tracy had been unable to sleep because of certain inner tensions. And there had been no way to relieve this tension. No one had ever discussed masturbation with her, and she had no idea what it was all about. So she continued suffering at night.
She had gone to a two-year business college, gaining a license to sell all kinds of stocks and bonds, as well as mutual funds.
Armed with these licenses, Tracy had applied to the local branch of Jackson & Co. for a job. The head of Jackson, Ben Mallard, was in his late seventies. He'd already suffered one stroke, and he knew damn well that thinking about what he'd like to do to Tracy could send his blood pressure soaring sky-high. Yet her apparent business abilities were too good for him to overlook. So he hired her, offering her a one-hundred-and-fifty-dollar draw against commission.
Mallard turned Tracy over to his second-in-command, Mike Marcus, and for the first time in his life, Marcus was sorry he was a religious man. He knew he would never to able to get work done with this raven-haired goddess around, so he turned her over to the head of the trust department, Paul Finn. And it was Finn who displayed all the conscience of a rattlesnake in his training of both Tracy Cole awl another, equally attractive young lady by the name of Stephanie "Steffie" Sanders. Steffie was as blond as Tracy was brunette, and though her face lacked the pure innocence written all over Tracy's, her mind was even more innocent. Like Tracy's, Steffie took everything told to her at face value. So it was, that when Paul Finn explained the two girls should use their feminine attributes, both girls accepted what he told them. He explained if they made a man feel good, he would always be relaxed around them, remaining calm when he heard their voices, no matter how adverse market conditions may appear.
Finn, himself, was unable to believe he had lucked into these two virgins. More, he found it increasingly difficult to believe both girls were indeed virginal. There was only one way to find out, and today, on this Monday in early October, he intended to discover the truth.
In order to do things a bit more easily, he felt it might be wiser to separate the two girls for a while, so he sent Steffie to the order department, where she was to learn how incoming and outgoing stock orders were handled. Alone with Tracy now, he locked his small office door and sat on the vinyl sofa with her. He wanted her to give him a demonstration of how she could put a man at ease and make a better customer of him.
Tracy kicked off her shoes and curled up beside him on the sofa. She had gotten over her distaste of him after a while, and in spite of his immense nose, looking almost exactly like the proboscis attached to the late Charles DeGaulle, she had also been able to overlook his nauseating personality and accept the fact that he was, after all, a man.
Her fingers began lightly dancing up and down his back, from his neck to the base of his spine, then back again. Her tickling fingertips were a tender, feathery, gentle caress just lightly skimming across the shirt against his back, moving lower and lower dipping below his waistline, and teasing the top of his coccyx.
Paul was a middle-aged man, and his experience, until now, had been limited to his wife. This was understandable, considering how ugly he was. And his wife, who was herself an extremely attractive woman, had sincerely believed a man as ugly as he had to have a vibrant personality. She was certain he was cloaking it under a veneer of dullness. It was only after fifteen years of marriage that she realized he was every bit as dull as he appeared. By then, it was too late to do anything, because he was earning a good living as the head of the Jackson Trust Department, giving her all the good things money could buy. She had been wise enough to continue squirreling away a lot of the money, and one day, soon, when she had enough saved up, she'd be able to leave him and live comfortably all by herself.
Already panting, Paul Finn found it difficult to believe a girl as sweet and lovely as Tracy was as naive and innocent as this. Incredible. But just as he was as dull as he seemed, so was she, at that moment, as innocent as she appeared. Yet under his instruction, she was learning rapidly.
At his order, she moved her hand beneath his shirt, tugging it out from behind, yanking on it until it was totally free of his pants. Tracy didn't think twice about doing it, though this was going farther than she had ever gone with Finn before. Even so, he seemed to know what would be best to help her get ahead in her job.
She seemed to know what to do, having done the same thing on top of his shirt so often. Her fingers roamed through the thick forest of hair matting his chest. It seemed to make up for the lack of it on his head.
Paul instructed her to remove his shirt, and Tracy did so, being careful not to wrinkle it. Now, for the first time, his hands were beginning to roam, and he could feel her small, firm, quivering breasts under the sheerness of her blouse and the softness of her cotton bra. God! She had nice, solid tits. And she had enough sense not to stop him as his palms caressed them.
Tracy thought she ought to say something about his intimate touching, but then she figured other men might want to touch her there, and if it would help her sell more securities, well then, why not. Besides, if felt very nice. She gasped and rotated her lithe, slender body against his hands, feeling the way he pressed his palms into her studlike nipples. The more he rubbed, the more her nipples lengthened, and when he instructed her to remove her blouse, she heatedly responded, pressing her tit filled cups more solidly into his palms as the blouse slithered off. Oh God! He might be ugly, but he sure knew how to use his hands.
And then she was kissing him, just as she kissed the boys with whom she went out on dates. Her thin, tasty lips were pressing against his large, swollen ones, and her mouth was open, welcoming his exploring tongue inside. She responded with her own tongue, licking and touching his teeth. Kissing a man seemed like such a nice way to make him do something. Tracy enjoyed it.
She felt the warmth of his chest against her as he pulled her closer, and for a moment she missed the way his hands had caressed her breasts. Then she felt his fingers behind her, at the snaps of her bra, and suddenly he was loosening it, undoing it, and she felt it slide from her shoulders. Her warm, firm, small breasts were being titillated by the jungle of hair on his chest, and being kept warm, too. Her nipples felt the kinky hairs curl around them, teasing them, making them swell and grow even longer. God! The man had a way about him.
Paul pulled her body away from his so he could glance down at her firm, white boobs. He admired their firmness, not caring in the least they weren't boulder-sized. On a girl like Tracy, huge mammary development would have looked out of place. They were beautifully round and shaped perfectly, and he could see light-blue veins tracing their way through her marble-white flesh. He liked the rich pinkness of her areolas, each larger than a silver dollar and surrounding a vibrant nipple of equal pinkness.
His fingers reached out and, between his fore-finger and thumb, he was able to grip the enlarged nipple, marveling at how thick it was, considering how small her round breasts were. His fingers found it spongy, and thickly resilient, and he squeezed it. Then he pushed the nipple into the round pap, almost as if he were pushing a doorbell button. And like the button on a doorbell, it popped out the moment he released it.
His heavy lips began kissing the smooth whiteness of her throat, though his right hand was constantly massaging each breast in turn.
"Move your hand slower and start rubbing my thighs," he told her.
Tracy shrugged and did as she was instructed, letting her fingers move along his pants, pressing his thigh-flesh underneath. His left hand guided her fingers to his inner thighs, leading them into his groin. Unused to touching a man there, Tracy moved her hand back to his outer thighs.
Taking his lips from hers, Paul said, "Tracy, I'm doing this for your own good. You have to learn everything to charm a customer. Remember, this isn't like mutual funds, where once you make the sale, it's over. You have to sell him again and again. As long as a man has money to invest, you must be the one through whom he invests."
"Look," she answered, "I'm grateful for all this, but tell me, what do you get from all this?"
Paul swallowed the obvious answer. He said, "Well, many of the people who will be investing will want to start trusts, and that's where I come in. We set up investment accounts for them to great magnitude, and both you and I share in the commissions. Actually, I get an override on your commission, and you, in turn, will be getting a fat slice of the pie. But in order for you to convince these people to trust you, you have to show you trust them."
"How do I do that?"
"By allowing them to do as they please with you, so long as there is no pain. You'd be surprised how much you'll enjoy it, yourself. Actually, you have to do more than let them do things. You have to help them. Am I clear?"
"I suppose," Tracy nodded.
Paul had no worries about making the girl pregnant. He had had a vasectomy only a year earlier, and it was virtually impossible for him to impregnate any girl. He also had a doctor who was a friend and who would prescribe the pill for Tracy, making her think they were special vitamins so she wouldn't think of herself as being in any kind of danger. By the time she lost her naivete, she would be grateful to him for making her take the pill. Besides, the doctor was no less horny than Paul, and before prescribing the pill, would also assure her he would like to invest in a trust fund. As it was, Paul Finn was the doctor's regular broker, and the doctor had no intention of giving any girl some of his business. The mere fact that Paul sent him a girl now and again assured Paul of continually receiving business from the doctor.
Tracy, as naive as ever, had no idea Paul Finn would screw her in more than one way. Highly impressionable, she sincerely believed what she was doing would help improve her business relationship with male clients. She felt grateful Paul Finn was taking the time to teach it all to her.
Now, anxious to obey him, she moved her hands inward again, this time allowing them to linger a bit longer before sliding them outward. And each time her fingers moved inward, they touched against the long, hard, cylindrical swelling of his pulsating prick. Never having seen a man's penis, she had no idea what it was she was touching, and she was almost afraid to hold onto it. But when Paul assured her that what she was doing made him feel good, she seemed more delighted than ever, rubbing her hands against his phallic rod repeatedly, feeling the heat burning through the material.
Paul was beginning to pant at the way her fingers were working. He was aching to yank his shorts down and free his throbbing cock so she could fondle and play with it. One day he would even convince her to suck it, and imagining the sight of her beautiful face surrounding his mea-troll only made him that much hotter.
Raising her torso a little, she pressed her hot, round tits into his face, letting the nipple of her right breast graze his lips.
She sure learns fast, Paul thought.
Opening his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and began licking, letting the point of his tongue circle the nipple again and again, tasting the goose-pimply hardness of the rubbery bud. Tracy trembled, and tightly enclosed his head with both her arms, pressing his face closer to her hot tits.
She trembled, thrilling to the heat of his breath as it ran up from her nipple to her breast. He had a nice way of kissing her there, and even though his nose was long, it didn't get in the way.
Paul eased his head away from her body and grabbed at the two small bowls of flesh with his hands. Even though they were small, the breasts felt so full and firm. Because they were so small, he couldn't press them together, and the valley between them was very wide. But it was a lovely, white, clean valley, and he was unable to resist leaning forward and licking into it with his long, hot tongue. He licked her white, warm flesh again and again, lapping all over. He moved his head from side to side, using his tongue to wet her white breasts all over except for the areolas and nipples. For a moment he avoided touching them, knowing his tongue, lapping at her alabaster flesh, would have her aching for him to lick her nipples again.
Tracy began squirming and writhing, attempting to bring her nipples to his mouth, first turning one way to try and bring her left nipple to him, and then turning the other way and bringing her right nipple to him. But each time she moved, he moved his tongue, continually washing the whiteness of her flesh without touching the pink; driving her mad with shuddering lust she'd never known was inside her. His hands pushed hard on the outside of her small breasts in some kind of attempt to bring them together, so his licking between them might feel like a wet cock sliding into her cunt. But her firm jugs just weren't large enough.
Now he began licking the pink caps of each areola, still avoiding her nipple. It made her writhe all the more, and she wished he would lick the nipple.
Finally, unable o stand it any more, she whispered, "My nipples. Suck my nipples."
Now Paul realized how well his oral tactics were working. He was making her beg to have her nipples lapped. He was getting her so sexually aroused that she was becoming part of what was happening, and this was important. For if she enjoyed it, he would have no trouble using her to keep all his large investment clients happy. With a little bit of luck, he'd be able to entice Steffie into doing the same thing, and he would have a blonde and a brunette, thereby able to satisfy the taste of most of his clients. And by the time Jackson & Co. decided to fire the girls for lack of production, he would be "training" two more to take their place. He finally had it made after all these years. And he was going to enjoy it to the hilt.
His tongue began lightly licking the nipples again, first the right one, then the left, compressing his lips around them one at a time, and pulling. He enjoyed watching each tit seemingly pull away from the rest of her body as his lips tugged on the extended nipple, strongly sucking the thick nails of elastic pinkness.
"Ummmmmm . . . " she moaned softly.
Yes, he was getting to her, all right. He was really turning her on, arousing her, building the banks of flame higher and higher inside her. It was truly a pleasure, too. Her flesh was so clean and tasty. He had no idea his was the first mouth to suck these lovely nipples, otherwise he might have lingered there all day.
As it was, he was sucking harder, working on the left tit, then the right. Tracy caressed his ugly face between the soft palms of her hands, pulling his lips into her small mounds as if each were a tiny rubber cushion.
Her nipples were like soft candy in his mouth, so chewy, so delicious, and he began biting into them, making her writhe and gasp even more. His teeth bit into each soft areola as his wildly licking tongue caressed the flesh. And Tracy became more and more aroused, writhing all the more, gasping all the louder, breathing that much more heavily.
Remembering how much he had enjoyed her touching that thick piece of pipe at his groin, she moved her fingers lower, seeking his cock. At the same time, his own hot hands moved along her slender waist, sliding over her slight hip, moving gently across the front of her thighs until they reached the soft bulge of her own pelvic mount.
Tracy jumped at his touch. Although she was touching him in the very same place, she hadn't supposed he would attempt to touch her there.
"It's all right," Paul whispered to her. "It's all right. Don't be afraid. No matter what I do, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. It'll all feel nice. You'll see."
Taking a deep breath, she fell back on the sofa, her head hitting the armroll at the end. And he was with her, holding tightly to her, grasping her body to his, kissing her mouth with greater vehemence.
Somehow, her hand was still on his crotch, feeling the thick, ropelike thing in his pants.
"Open my zipper," he encouraged, whispering in her ear. "Take it out."
He parted his thighs slightly, giving her better access to his groin: Her hand felt for the zipper tab, and, finding it, began pulling down. At the same time, her own white thighs opened under her skirt, and her body thrilled to the pressure of his hand as it slid underneath and pressed into her panty crotch, pushing it into the wet divide of her sodden pussy. She automatically responded to the pressure of his hand, enticingly rubbing her pouting pussy lips against the probing hand. She moaned as his heavy palm rubbed the heated, moist swelling of her anxious labia.
To Tracy this was all so new and wonderful. She had never experienced sensations like this, and she was truly enjoying herself to the utmost. If pleasing male clients meant she would enjoy these feelings herself, she was more than willing. Imagine earning money this way. Wow!
She felt him tugging her skirt off. Reaching to the side, she pulled down a zipper, making things easier for him. Then it occurred to her he might want his own pants off, and so she unhooked the front of his pants. She rose, sliding her skirt off, watching as he kicked off his own pants. Then, seeing him start to pull off his jockey shorts, she tugged her own panties off.
Christ! Paul thought, staring up at her body. She was fantastic. What a lovely body. And it would all be his. Yes, he was the one to teach this new employee what it was all about. And he could see from the way she was sensuously writhing that she was hotter than a burning oven. She had also removed her pantyhose.
His dangling underpants were down around his ankles, and as., she leaned against him again, she used her bare toes to kick them off. She felt him pulling her tightly against his hairy body, his swollen, hose-like cock pressing against the bush of midnight moss between her own white thighs. His throbbing cock could feel how wet her pussy hairs were.
She could feel the bristly hairs on his crotch as well, able to sense how thick it was. And when he pushed her back to look at her ebony-covered mount, she was able to see the hungry glitter in his eyes.
Reaching for her hips, he pulled her against him and rubbed his thick cock between the slimy separation of pink pussy labia. Tracy began shivering all over, not knowing why, feeling all kinds of flame blister through her entire body. She was so hot, she felt as if fire were shooting from her fingertips. A strange hunger was working its way up inside her as she used her own, sinuous, soft arms to hold him close to her. She humped the lower half of her body against his, forcefully pressing her soft, tender cunt lips against his solid cock, wondering why it was a man had a thing like that between her thighs.
Tracy had learned nothing about the differences between men and women in her young life. Her parents had tried to keep all the "dirty thoughts" from even entering her head. As a result, she had not been able to discuss boys with girls her own age as she had grown up. True, her parents had allowed her to date, but only after carefully scrutinizing the boy in advance, and having a long talk with him before letting him take their daughter out. Even so, more than one boy had managed to caress her breasts through her blouse, as if defying her parents. Her purity was such, had her parents not spoken to the boys, it was probable they would not have even gone that far.
"My God!" Finn whispered. "You really are a virgin."
"What do you mean, a virgin?" Tracy asked.
"I mean, no boy has ever entered your body before."
"Entered my body?" she asked, curious how one person could enter the body of another.
"I mean, no man has taken his penis, this thick thing between my legs, and pushed it into the sweet, honeyed hole between your legs," he explained.
"Well, then, I guess I'm a virgin," she nodded. "I mean, I've dated boys before, and a few have touched my bosom, but no, no man has ever entered me, as you so quaintly phrase it."
"Well I guess you've just been waiting for the right cock to come along."
The right what?"
"Cock. That's another word for penis. Cock, prick, whang, dong, dick, schlong, schvantz, rod, dingus, pecker. They all mean the same thing. Just as this nice cave in your body is called a cunt, a vagina, a twat, a pussy, a snatch, a box, a nest, and so on. And I think it's time to see if mine is the right cock."
"Well, how can you tell if it's right or wrong?" Tracy asked him.
"Just by seeing if it fits inside you. Sometimes it takes a little shoving, but if mine is the right cock for your pussy, it'll fit right in, eventually."
"Okay," she nodded, as his finger began rubbing her nipples, watching the way she re-acted.
Seeing her sweet, innocent face once again made him wish his cock was buried in her mouth. But then he wouldn't be able to use her cunt. What the hell! Maybe he'd let Steffie blow him.
Tracy was a little confused, herself. Paul had told her the hole between her thighs was for a man's penis. She had always thought in terms of liquid waste matter being eliminated from that area, just as solid waste matter left by way of her rectum. She wondered if the penis was supposed to be stuffed into that hole, as well, or did the man have another portion of his anatomy to fit in there. For that matter, there was her navel, her ears, and even her nostrils. Were each of these meant to be stuffed with something? And then there was . . . her mouth? God! What else could a man have attached to him if he was supposed to fill all her holes?
Even as Paul continued kissing her, she made a hasty examination of his body with her eyes. No, no, there was only the penis, and that funny-looking sac dangling below it. But that sac couldn't fit inside her. Perhaps the different orifices of her body were so she could accommodate different penises. After all, Paul had said something about making his penis fit into her vagina. If a penis was too thin to fit in her pussy, then maybe it would fit in her asshole. And if it was too thick to fit in her snatch; then maybe it was supposed to go into her mouth. It seemed logical. And she had to admit, what Paul was doing to her now was driving her up the wall. One physical sensation after another traveled wildly through her body, and she was enjoying this contact with a man much more than she'd ever believed anything could be enjoyed.
She was panting wildly, letting Paul know he was reaching her. He was teasing all the licentious sensations in her, making her hotter and hotter for him. And the lust she was feeling was strictly for him. Poor Paul. His ego refused to accept the fact he was strikingly gruesome, and as a result would not be attractive to most women under normal conditions.
The rubbing of his thick cock between her slick pussy lips made her shut her eyes and sigh passionately. He could have been Frankenstein's monster at this point and Tracy wouldn't have cared. Looking down, she thrilled to the way he was enjoying the taste of her budding nipples. His lips pulled on them, sucking and even snapping them, as if trying to tug them from her breasts. His hands were cupping her tiny tits, making them seem fuller and heavier than they really were, and his licking tongue almost scratched her sensitive flesh.
She rubbed her seething slit against his heavy penis, moving more and more quickly. Funny, hot liquid was coming out of her body, and at first she was afraid she had accidentally urinated. But Paul continued rubbing his thick whang through the crevice between her thighs, and she sensed the stickiness of the fluid and realized it wasn't urine. This allowed her to relax a little, though she was fantastically wrought up by what he was doing.
"God!" she gasped. "Oh God! What's happening to me? I've never felt this way before. You have some terrific mouth. It's making me feel funny, all over."
Shrugging, Paul began lapping lower, lancing the point of his tongue into her bellybutton. She trembled, writhing under his oral caresses, then felt his mouth moving through her black pubic bush and suddenly realized just where his mouth was heading.
"God!" she thought aloud. Then: "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to lick this sweet little pussy of yours," Paul told her. "I'm going to eat it while I've sucked every drop of hot quim-juice out of you. And you, dear girl, are going to love it."
She felt his tongue licking her belly, then her thighs, and even the bottom of her asscheeks, though his tongue was careful to avoid its target. He was doing to her genital area what he had done to each of her breasts, teasing and tantalizing the flesh around the area he eventually intended attacking with his mouth.
Imagine, men did things like this to women, putting their mouths on women's vaginas. If this was what she had to do to please a man, she could hardly wait to start pleasing more men.
Tracy might have been naive and uninformed, but she wasn't dumb. If men did things like this to women, she was absolutely certain women did things like this to men. Now there was no doubt in her mind Paul or some other man would be expecting her to suck a cock. But from the way Paul was enjoying licking around her thighs, she was fairly certain she would enjoy sucking just as much. When the time came, she would find out. But at the moment, she wasn't going to hurry any-thing. Everything being done to her was far too enjoyable to interrupt.
She felt his hands spreading her thighs more widely apart. Looking down, she could see the top of his almost-bald head, and though it was hardly the sight she would expect to arouse her, she knew the sight of a bald head, from then on, would always remind her of this moment.
Paul stared at the blue-black carpet of her pelvic bush, then permitted his cobalt-blue eyes to wander down to the large, irritated clitoris. Although he had yet to touch it, it was straining out from behind the hidden membrane of pink tissue. And below that delicious-looking little nubbin, partially open because of the pressure of his thumbs on her thighs, was the wide-open slash of her lathered pussy.
"Unnh!" she gasped, feeling the warmth of his breath on her vaginal opening.
Pressing his full, closed lips to her sticky opening, he felt her juicy flood slither all over his lips and chin. And when he pressed his lips against her sticky gash with a bit more pressure, he was pleased to feel the way she started, so totally unused to what he was doing.
His thumbs spread her cunt lips farther apart as his wide tongue came leaping out to flatten itself against her sopping gash, slurping the wet, slavering fluid from within as it swiped its way up from the bottom of the vaginal crevice to the top. He licked the slice up and down, feeling her jump. Her voice let out a loud "Eeeeeeeee!" as she screeched. Luckily, his office, and all the other offices at Jackson & Co. were totally soundproof. Yeah, Paul knew he was really reaching this girl.
Her hot cunt lips were soaking wet, heavily covered with her gooey fluid. His tongue leaped out and continued licking it all into his mouth, swallowing and sucking in more as fast as possible. His mouth gobbled along the entire length of her hot slit, and he felt her slender thighs tremble with delight.
She was really getting a kick out of it. He could tell. This chick was going hog-wild, reacting insanely. He crammed his face even deeper into her simmering pussy. His tongue licked straight up to the top of her fiery hole, then licked higher, sliding out from between her flaming inner labia, lapping at her vibrant clitoris. He could sense it madly vibrating, so he pulled it between his lips, just as he'd pulled on her nipples, earlier. His tongue lashed it again and again.
"Ohhhhh Jesus!" Tracy gasped, as she felt his mouth dredge out the leaking fluid from her quivering cunt.
His tongue was jumping back and forth, from her tingling clitoris to her broiling inner hole, and it made Tracy tremble all the more. His tongue was lapping into her as., far as it would extend, licking the wet inner walls of her blisteringly hot interior. He tugged her soft pussy lips even farther apart and lashed his tongue violently in and out, licking along the outer rim of her ultra-sensitive vaginal labia.
Tracy yelled and tightly clamped her slender white thighs around Paul's face. Her breath was coming in short, heated gasps as her trim little ass bounced on the sofa cushions again and again.
She felt his lapping tongue lick into the tender folds of her labial tissues. Then he crammed his face into her burning hole until it could go no farther. His tongue lanced as far up into her blazing channel as it could go, wildly licking.
"Unngghh! Unngghh! Unngghh!" she gasped, screeching, wildly bouncing on the sofa, thrilling to the way his lapping lingual digit moved between her burning pussy and her trembling clit. Her wide-open outer labia seemed to be sucking on his face, as if trying to pull his oversized nose into her tight cunt, mistaking it for a prick. Her body was moving rapidly, and Paul knew if he continued like this she would attain her first climax in no time.
His mouth continued working in her broiling cunt oven, his tongue attacking her clitoris with more and more fervor. Then he abruptly stopped licking, forcibly pulling her thighs apart so he could pull his face from against her leaking slash.
"Mr. Finn, Mr. Finn," she gasped, "don't stop, please . . . please . . . please . . . "
Before she could complain any further, Paul moved up on her horizontal body, bringing her feet onto the cushions, but not before his knees were between her thighs and his solid penis was rubbing against her slippery slot. He pressed the thick head against the burning entryway, feeling the heat from within as it blasted out of her.
"Yes . . . " she nodded, looking up into his blazing blue eyes. "Yes . . . do it . . . put it in . . . dolt.. . "
"That's just what I'm going to do," he murmured. "I'm going to fuck you. Do you hear? I'm going to fuck you."
"Yes . . . yes . . . fuck me, fuck me, I know your cock'll fit inside me. I know it's the right size for my cunt. Fit it in."
Reaching between his legs, he grabbed his solid rod and pushed the head against her inflamed labia, then proceeded to slam forward, hard. At first, her tight vulva, her inner cuntlips, refused to separate. But as he pressed harder, the tender lips began to slowly part. And little by little he began stuffing his thick, seven-inch salami into her crushing depths.
She screamed, feeling passionate desire mingle with a new pain as his pressuring penis forced her vaginal interior farther and farther apart. She took a deep breath and held it, raising her ass to change the angle of his penetration, hoping his thick meat would fit all the way inside her before the pain dominated her tender body.
He pushed a little deeper, and she squirmed with hurt, twisting as if trying to get away from him, yet turning in the hope of screwing the pain out of her and more pleasure into her. She felt it slowly forcing its way in a bit deeper, adding to the over-powering agony. Sale wanted him to pull it out, but after having come this far, she didn't dare shout or complain.
He was almost halfway in when she felt the blunted dome of his throbbing cock press against something that caused her unbearable agony.
"That's your cherry," he gasped. "By God! You really are a virgin."
"What'll we do?" she asked.
"It has to be broken if we're going to continue," he told her.
"Then break it," she ordered, gritting her teeth with the painful sensations drilling through her.
He backed his cock off a little, then set it slamming forward, making her yell and scream all the louder. Abruptly, she felt a sharp, wicked, intense tearing from within. Then his weighty, solid phallus slammed itself all the way in, enlarging the rest of her narrow interior. His puffy glans stretched her vaginal tunnel until she squealed with shuddering pain. But as he slowly withdrew the powering piston, she started begging. "Don't take it away. Don't . . . please . . . put it back . . . put it back . . . "
"Yeah, kid," Paul gasped.
"Push it in. I want all of it."
And so he slammed it all the way into her, driving the entire thick length as far as it would go.
"Jesus!" he gasped. "You're so soft inside it's like fucking into a deep tub of soft margarine."
"And you're like a long, thick, white-hot knife," she responded. "But God, it's wonderful."
Once again, he pulled back, then slammed for-ward, slamming his meaty prong into the heated depths of her fiery vagina. She squealed and gasped, her voice almost going unheard because she was bellowing into his deaf ear. He had been born with one bad ear, and now he was almost happy, since her squeals would have painfully deafened him, had he been able to hear them. Her hips bounced up wildly from the sofa, meeting his down-thrusting limbs. Tracy thrilled to the feel of his long, hard prong as it ran all the way up into the flaming depths of her anguished pussy, filling her womanly chalice with his long, hard, solid cock.
He could tell she was boiling hot. She would come in a matter of seconds, and it pleased him because his own semen was boiling and bubbling in his tightly squeezing testicles.
He began pumping regularly into her now, in and out, in and out, the hot, slimy cavern of her tight vagina squeezing the pulsating prick as it slithered in and out. The tightness of her squashing cunt sucked on his male-bone like a babe nursing at its mother's breast.
Tracy's body heaved upward, her tight pussy whacking into his pelvic bush as her long, slender legs enveloped his body, twining themselves tightly around him. Her heels dug into his calves for leverage. He could feel her sucking vulva opening and closing with the rhythmic gasps coming from her mouth. The palpitating clutch of her anxious pussy seemed literally to be vacuuming him into her. Her walls cling to his throbbing cock with the tightness of. a vise, and his moving pudendum almost felt as if the skin were being scraped from it as it moved through her.
Tracy felt his heavy balls pounding against her closely squeezed asscheeks as he began hurrying his lunges into her. Both could hear the slurping noise her sucking vagina made as it clung tightly to his throbbing peter.
"I . . . uhhhhh . . . feel something . . . uhhh . . . funny.. . . " she gasped between clenched teeth.
"It's . . . ooooooh . . . your orgasm.. . . " Paul explained. "It's . . . ahhhh . . . the greatest feeling anyone . . . ohhhhhh . . . can ever have . . . let it come . . . let it come.. . . "
He plowed his throbbing penis into her with greater vehemence now, the heavy, swollen member working through the lathered resistance of her sloshy vagina. The clinging delight of her vaginal interior seemed to caress all sides of his cylindrical phallus at once. Again and again he plunged his seething dork into her, ramming it into her vital depths, slamming it home. His hairy chest rested against her small, firm tits, feeling the way her pink, extended nipples sliced through the hair, and like tiny diamond chips, slashed his chest.
The spunk was boiling within, rising, heading toward that slender tube in the underside of his throbbing cock. It would move through him and blast out into her at any second.
Paul wanted to hold off, making certain Tracy came first. With his own wife he didn't give a damn, but with Tracy, it was important she attain orgasm. She had to know how ultimately fulfilling the entire thing could be. This way, when other men -men he selected, clients with already huge trust funds -attempted to seduce her, Tracy would not hesitate. She was innocent and unknowing enough to do it all for the sake of enjoyment. True, she would believe she'd be earning money too, believing the men might open trust accounts with her. How was she to know they already had accounts open with Paul Finn.
The idea of using the two girls was new to Paul. It had come to him when Mike Marcus, the number-two man in the firm, had suggested he take over the care of training of the two girls, Jackson & Co. had always been a staid old firm, hiring women strictly as secretaries. Now, in order to prove they didn't discriminate, they had hired these two young ladies in the hope they would prove themselves equal to the task of working for the company. If the young ladies didn't work out, the firm would have to replace them with other young ladies, and, in a way, that was precisely what Paul wanted. In the past, he'd always had to find ladies of ill repute for his clientele, paying for them out of his own pocket. Now he had these pure, sweet, innocent-looking girls who would be much better than any bimbo. Now, the company was supplying him with girls he could continue to use to make the trust department at Jackson even bigger, though he would get all commissions for himself.
When he was finished with Tracy, he would send her to the order department while he rested. In the afternoon, after a good meal, he would let Steffie learn to do with At. mouth what Tracy was doing with her vagina. He would leave it up to his clients to complete the sexual education of the two girls.
He sank his thick prick into her creaming snatch all the more deeply, as if intent on nailing her to the couch. He was slamming himself into her with all his strength. And her tight cunt continued sucking him in as she rotated and humped beneath him.
Rapture made her gasp aloud. And the sight of her lovely mouth, wide open, sighing and shuddering as she approached her satisfaction, aroused him all the more. God! She had to be the most absolutely beautiful girl he had ever seen. His throbbing cock felt itself swelling as it continued see-sawing in and out of her.
Tracy couldn't understand what was happening. Wild, unbelievable, ecstatic sensations were rising inside her, totally overwhelming and engulfing her. She twitched and vibrated, and suddenly realized she'd lost all control of her limbs. Her arms and legs flailed wildly as she felt she was about to burst wide open. And then the climax blasted through her entire body at once.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! AAAGGGGGG HHHHHUGHH!" she screamed as her flailing body squirmed and writhed all over the sofa. Prickles of shuddering thrills seemed to blast from every pore as she shouted again and again, unable to control herself.
The sensation was unbelievable. She'd had no idea such wonderful feelings existed in the human body. Oh Lord! And to think, she would be enjoying this feeling while legally earning money, working for Jackson & Co. This was too good to be true.
Paul, feeling her mad movement, had to use his weight to hold her down. The rising sperm in his throbbing penis was moving at an uncontrollable speed now. It was on a one-way trip out of his body, into hers. He continued plunging recklessly into her tight body, feeling the wonderful contractions of her fabulous vagina around his thrusting cock as she came, and then it was time for him to come.
Paul never shouted when he climaxed. Rather, he snorted, since he had deviated septum which made breathing difficult. Wheezing like a stuck pig, he felt his semen erupt from his body and splash into the tight channel of her seething pussy. Blast after heated blast of sticky white sauce spilled into her tight canal, and she thrust her slender self up to welcome it into her.
Tracy felt the wonderful gush of heated come shoot into her squeezing depths, and in her mind it enhanced her own orgasm even more.
Paul grunted again and again, throwing his full weight on the slender girl beneath him. God! God! God! He couldn't recall ever having enjoyed a body as much as he'd enjoyed this one. Christ! He would have to have her again, even if it meant the pretext of more business. She was too good to let go too quickly. Hell! He might switch a small trust account into her name, if only to keep her working under him a little while longer.
Under him? Hi had to smile at that. At the moment, that was precisely where she was laboring; directly under him.
If Steffie were as good, it might mean his having to surrender two small trust accounts, as if the girls were really earning their money, thereby enabling him to keep them in his department so he could continue screwing them.
What really made him perk up was the idea of teaching the two at the same time. He knew it would be tacky, convincing both girls to undress together, in front of him. But he knew he could do it, assuming he had enough time.
Realizing his enjoyment of the girl had finally come to an end, Paul pulled out of her, getting to his feet.
"Do you understand what I mean?" he asked, handing her a tissue to catch all the jism oozing out of her tight pussy.
"Oh yes," she nodded.
"Think you can handle it?" he wanted to know.
"Definitely," she nodded.
"Okay, today you'll learn more about the way the back office works, but tomorrow I'll send you to see a doctor who has been wanting to open a trust account with us for some time."
Tracy could only nod, happy she was about to prove herself.