Chapter 6

Vern and Maria had been reclining naked on the huge couch that folded into a bed in Vern's office for fifteen minutes. Vern smoked hard, staring up at the ceiling, thinking he had never known what "all-out" sex was until meeting Maria. He had sucked and been sucked, and he had fucked Maria both vaginally and anally. Christ, he thought, my prick is raw!

"Had enough?" Maria inquired. She lay with her head on Vern's shoulder.

He nodded, grinning as he sighed. "Yes," he admitted, "I'm sorry to admit it, but I couldn't get it up again if my life depended on it. Whew!" He massaged Maria's neck. "So you think you'll be able to help me out with Reardon and Hendricks."

"Of course, darling." She broke off, pursing her lips and staring thoughtfully down at his flaccid organ. "Vern, there's something I have to discuss with you. I don't like to bring up an unpleasant subject at a time like this, but I really must."

"Unpleasant?" Vern asked. "All right, shoot."

"It's about my boss, Lance. You see, he's rather fond of me and it's quite-likely that he could become jealous."

"So what?" Vern said. "Lots of men get jealous, especially over a female the-likes of you."

She ran her fingers through his hair. It's not as simple as that, Vern. Lance Gregory is a very ambitious man-an unscrupulous man. If he had any idea about the way I'm beginning to feel about you, he could be dangerous."

Vern just chuckled. "I can handle myself," he said. "Don't worry about it. I don't want you troubling your pretty little head with problems like that at a time like this. You're too important to me and my clients right now. I want you to concentrate on Reardon and Hendricks exclusively."

"You don't understand, Vern. I mean, the man is truly dangerous. You see, Dream-Date isn't all it's cracked up to be. I don't want to seem a disloyal employee, and I don't want to alarm you, but-"

"Look," Vern said, interrupting, "Dream-Date gave me you, and that's really all that matters. I don't want to hear any more about the ogre, Lance Gregory."

"Very well," Maria said, giving up, "but I wish you would watch yourself. Please remember just one thing, will you? There's a man-a very large and ugly man by the name of Roscoe Snyder. If you should ever come in contact with him, please promise me you will mn like hell."

Again, Vern chuckled. "Why on earth would this man bother me?"

"That's all I can reveal right now," Maria said. "I can only say that Roscoe is used by Lance for certain-well, collections and other business problems."

"Very well, dear," Vern said. "I'll remember the name. Thanks for your concern." He paused, staring at the incredible beauty and shapeliness of the female who lay naked beside him. "Collections...hmmm...yes, I'll remember that. Although I don't plan on becoming a collection problem' for Dream-Date."

Maria said nothing. "I-I guess I should be leaving," she purred finally. "When will I see you again?"

"I'll let you know," Vern said, palming her breast. "I assure you it won't be very long from now-even if I have to invent an unofficial reason."

"I'm looking forward to it," Maria said. "Ummmmm, am I ever!"

Maria got up then and started dressing. Vern did, too. When they were both dressed, Vern led her to her car and stood watching as she drove away. Then he got in his own car and drove to Ellen's place.

As he pulled into the subterranean garage, he wondered why he had decided to spend the night with Ellen. Hell, he certainly didn't need any more female companionship. But for some inexplicable reason he had headed for Ellen instinctively. It was odd; he did not understand his action at all.

When the elevator reached Ellen's floor, he walked slowly down the hallway, toying with the idea of going to his own apartment tonight. To hell with it, he decided, and opened Ellen's door with his key. The place was dark, of course. He entered the bedroom and saw Ellen sleeping soundly. She stirred, sensing his presence. He wished she had remained asleep.

"Hello, darling," she said groggily. "Why so late? I didn't think you were coming. I called you several times and got no answer. I must have called your place ten times. I was worried."

"Just a little business dinner with some clients," he replied, undressing. "Nothing important."

He knew she was watching him as he hung up his suit, tie and shirt in the closet. "Did your clients bring their wives?" Ellen asked.

"Uh-yes, but it would have bored you," he lied. "I didn't want to expose you to a lot of idle chit-chat."

"I-I would have loved going with you, Vern. You know I care about going out and-and helping you with your clients."

Vern didn't know what to say. "Well, maybe next time," he said, and got into bed beside her.

Immediately, Ellen curled up dutifully beside him, her hand fondling his aching prick. "I'm awfully beat," he said. "Let's just go to sleep, huh?"

But she was insistent and, incredibly, his raw prick stood up hard and firm! God, he thought. No. What I don't need tonight is more sex. Poor Ellen. He couldn't put her off very well. She would surely suspect he'd been tomcatting. Perhaps if he ate her cunt she would be pacified without making any demands on him. It amazed him that his shaft had responded to her touch! What was her attraction, he asked himself. Pure habit, probably. Yes, that had to be the reason. Ellen had somehow woven some strange spell that his unconscious responded to. She had been so loyal, so loving....

Without really wanting to, Vern began palming and kissing Ellen's breasts preparatory to munching on her clit. She arched her back, groaning and shivering with anticipation. Vern felt exhausted, but he forced himself to manipulate her with what he hoped seemed enthusiasm. She seemed to believe his ardor all right.

Finally, Vern began his kissing descent over her quivering stomach toward her snatch.

"Vern...oh, Vern!" she cried. "When are you going to learn that we're so right for each other? Oh, Vern!"

It was then that Vern realized the problem he had created in embarking on his relationship with Maria and Ellen at the same time. His prick now stood hard, true, but his thoughts were of Maria-beautiful, curvaceous, stunning Maria Reese. As his tongue began its work on Ellen's cunt, he imagined that it was Maria's twat he lapped and laved, that it was Maria's voice spurring him on. In this way-and only in this way-was he able to make love to the plump and dowdy Ellen.

The cunt that gushed as he dined at its urgent flesh suddenly became Maria's; the cunt that he so lovingly nibbled, tongued, lapped was that of the incredibly beautiful Maria. The voice that sighed and pleaded and panted gratitude was Maria's, too. Yes, Vern had somehow managed to convince himself that it was Maria Reese who lay flat on her back, spasming, trembling, crying out so loud Vern thought surely the other tenants in the building would hear her plaintive wailing.

Ellen's clawing fingers were in his hair, pulling his gobbling mouth urgently, frantically into her seething snatch. "Vernon...oh, my Vernon," she cried, and her voice sounded like someone in a mental institution. "Never stop...never stop...ohhhh, eat my cunt. . . eat it all up."

Just before she almost came, Ellen made him stop and lie with his head on her shoulder. She loved to make love in this manner; pausing now and then to rest, pausing to stretch out their lovemaking sessions and make them last for hours. But tonight he could not endure it. He could not have endured it with Maria, and he certainly could not endure it with Ellen. Still, he continued his imagining that Ellen was Maria, and he was able to keep from telling Ellen forcefully to go to sleep, to forget it, for God's sake!

"Rub my clit slowly now, honey," Ellen purred. "Just he beside me and suck my titties for a while and rub my clit, huh? Yes, the way you do it and make mama happier than anything."

Reluctantly, Vern complied. He scooted down a bit, took her left breast in his hand and began sucking on the nipple while he fingered her cunt top. Her nipples were very large, and the nipples were fully erect. It was all he could do to keep from uttering Maria Reese's name. He nursed steadily, massaging the expanded clit and listened to the voice he kept telling himself was that of Maria.

After perhaps five minutes of this, again Ellen made him stop and rest. Usually at this point, Ellen liked to munch on his tool before letting him once again resume his stimulation of her, but tonight Vern told her he wanted her "to go off."

"No, you go ahead, darling," he gasped, wincing as he forced her hand from his raw pecker. "I want you to come first, darling. Come now, won't you?"

"But don't I get to suck my sugar's nice, big prick? Oh, Vern! Don't deny me that! Please."

With all the self-hypnosis he could muster, Vern lay back and let Ellen suck his prick briefly. "Easy, honey," he kept saying. "I-I must have some kind of rash or something. I-I'm a little sore down there." He imagined very hard again that Ellen was Maria.

Finally, he persuaded Ellen to let him resume the sucking of her huge extended nipples while he fingered her cunt. "Better come this way tonight, honey," he said. He knew that fucking was totally out of the question. His prick was like raw hamburger. "Yes, go ahead. I insist you come! Now!"

At last, Ellen took him at his word. "All right, darling," she panted. "If-if you insist."

And then she was thrusting her hips upward in a frenzy to meet his middle finger that worked horizontally-back and forth, back and forth-as his mouth moved back and forth from her left nipple to her right nipple. "Come, baby, come," Vern pleaded softly.

Ellen's head tossed wildly as she raised her buttocks up high from the mattress. She squealed, she ranted, she muttered four-letter words and commanded him to press harder or lighter, depending upon the needs of her dripping wet snatch. "Finger-fuck me!"

She was near her climax now. Her breath-whines became breath-bursts that sounded like muffled, staccato shots from an automatic weapon. "It's coming," she said through clenched teeth. "Gonna come...don't stop...just that way...don't stop...it's gonna come...coming now...oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...coming...coming...nowwwwwwww! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!"

Suddenly, as always, she collapsed then, her chest heaving as her orgasm struck. She began sobbing, then reached down and pulled his hand from her pussy. Immediately, she buried her face between his neck and shoulder and lay gasping out the aftermath of her intense climax while he rubbed her back to ease her return to this earth.

He was amazed that he had been able to imagine-most of the time-that Ellen was Maria. But there was no need for the masquerade any longer. Now he let himself know-realize-that it was Ellen he'd brought to a climax. He was exhausted and, yes, disappointed. Thank God she had come, he thought, for he knew he could not have continued her clit massage much longer. His right arm ached from the steady, rhythmic up and downstrokes that had brought Ellen to the heights. Now he only wanted to sleep...blessed, blessed sleep. Maria had totally drained him earlier and now he only wanted to sleep. He thought of Maria now as drowsiness overwhelmed him.

His eyelids closed and he felt himself drifting off to beautiful sleep with his head on Ellen's shoulder. Unfortunately, Ellen had other plans. Devoted mistress that she was, she could not conceive of letting her man go to sleep without being fulfilled sexually. Her insistent kisses-showering his eyelids-and her massaging of his raw cock jarred him back to consciousness.

"No!" Vern said sharply. "I've got to get some sleep! No! Leave me alone, Ellen! Let me sleep, goddamit!"

Even the sharp tone of his voice could not dissuade her. "But I have to make my man tingle all over," she cooed. "I have to make my big and wonderful man 'go off' so he can have a truly relaxing night's sleep. You don't know it, honey, but if you go to sleep without your orgasm, your subconscious won't let you sleep deeply. Your rest will be troubled and you'll feel deprived in the morning," she insisted.

"Bullshit!" Vern shrieked. "Leave me alone, you bitch! You got your jollies, didn't you? Now let me sleep!"

Ellen had gone absolutely out of her head, it seemed. Even though she had reached her orgasm and should be drifting off to blissful sleep, she was insisting on touching Vern's very raw shaft. Her head was under the covers now, diving for his organ, hell-bent on sucking his flaccid tool. "Ummm, ummm, ummm," she chanted.

Vern gave her head an upward tug, but she exhibited amazing strength and held onto his hips, still straining to place her lips on his prick. Vern tugged still harder, but to no avail.

Now she had reached his prick and began cradling his testicles with her hand. Vern had prevented her successfully from reaching his prick with her gulping mouth, but she had rested her chin and, entrenched there for the moment, began licking his abdomen hungrily. "Ummm, baby," she cooed from beneath the covers. "I know what my baby needs. I know what he-likes. You can't fool mama, Vernie. Mama knows you're playing some kind of game with her. Mama knows her Vernie wants his prickie-pooh sucked off."

And then, with one mighty lunge, Ellen managed to reach his prick and clamp her lips about it. Vern saw stars-stars of rage. He ripped the covers upward, grabbed Ellen's hair and flung her to the floor. "Goddamit, how many times do I have to say, NO!"

She looked pathetic there, sitting on the floor with tears streaming down her face, her hair a mess, her face puffy. She sobbed, shaking her head as Vern quickly began to dress.

Then, fully dressed, standing at the front door, Vern just stared at Ellen crying before he jerked open the door. "I'm staying at the office tonight!" he yelled and exited, slamming the door after him.

Vern awakened the following morning with a cramp in his neck from sleeping on the fold-down couch in his office. The couch was fine for screwing, but it didn't compare with the big king-size bed with the therapeutic mattress at Ellen's. He wished he had decided to drive a bit further to his own apartment and spend the night in his own bed. He stretched and sat up. Finally, he stood.

He staggered then to his private John, shaved with his electric shaver, showered, and was sitting behind his desk at 9:00 when Stan Kettering arrived.

"Well, what brings the boss to work so early?" Stan asked pleasantly.

"I spent the night here," Vern replied, "and don't bother to ask me why. I'd rather not discuss the details."

Stan eyed him briefly, frowning, then said: "Say, that Maria girl is something else, isn't she?"

"Of course," Vern said. "You don't really think I'd hire some ugly slut to assist me with Reardon, Hendricks, Wyatt and the rest, do you?"

Stan shook his gray head. "Wow, would I love to sink my meat in that doll."

Vern had to laugh. "My, my," he said, grinning. "Listen to the happily married man voicing adulterous desires."

"I was only joshing," Stan said. "But she really is something." He stared over at the unmade bed. "I trust you enjoyed her company."

"Never mind," Vern said. "Uh-would you ask Vera to make up my bed as soon as possible?"

"All right," Stan said, obviously annoyed. "Or shall J make it up?"

Vern removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sorry, Stan," he said, "but I had a most disturbing night. Not with Maria-I mean, after Maria."

"Oh?" Stan seemed to consider questioning Vein further, but changed his mind. "How did the dinner party at Montague go?"

"Fine, fine, really excellent. Maria was a smash hit and old man Wyatt put in an excellent word for us with Reardon and Hendricks."

Stan nodded, pleased. "Good, glad to hear it. Do you want to discuss anything with me? If not, I have some more work to do on both the Reardon and Hendricks presentations."

"No, I want to think about Sheldon Electronics this morning. I want to call them in Dallas and wrap up the account once and for all. We're through with them, of course, but I do want to make one final, follow-up call. You go ahead, Stan. Give Hendricks and Reardon your best effort, and-and I'm sorry for my mood."

"Forget it, Chief," Stan said, pleased by his boss's apology.

Stan left and just then his phone rang. It was Maria.

"Well," Vern said, beaming. "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise? Does Dream-Date bill me for all these phone calls?"

She laughed her beautiful, warm laugh. "No, sir. This is purely social. Well, it does regard your clients, but there will be no charge."

"What's up?" Vern said.

"I just talked to Randolph Reardon, and guess what."

"What?"

"He wants to take me to lunch today. Is that all right?"

"Sure. You're supposed to be my fianc'e, remember? Hell, you ought to be able to score some mighty fine points, especially since he'll feel guilty fooling around with my bride-to-be. But don't make him feel too guilty. I mean, keep him on my side, no matter what else you do."

"That's why I'm calling. He definitely wants to do something. It seems he and Hendricks had a little private conversation last night. Would you believe that those two upstanding, high-powered businessmen want to fool around?"

"Of course," Vern said. "After your sessions with them last night out on the golf course I should think they would. What do they want?"

"Well, I played a little trump card. I told Reardon that I might be busy with Hendricks, but that I'd get back to him. He said-you won't believe this-that we should make it a threesome, or even a foursome."

"Jesus, people are funny, aren't they?" Vern said. "So they want to have some kind of orgy, huh?"

"I don't know about Hendricks, but Reardon does. What do you think if I set up a little foursome? I could get my roommate-Judy Thor, another Dream-Date girl-for one of them and we could have a foursome."

"That sort of leaves me holding my pecker out in the cold," Vern said.

Maria laughed. "Well, not really, dear. Remember it would be strictly for business reasons, strictly to advance the cause of Shipley Research. No, you won't be out in the cold and you know it. I'll take care of you whenever you say, Vern. Do you think I should set up something? Tell me. I do think I might be able to use such a situation to good advantage for you."

"All right," Vern said. "Use your own judgment. After last night, I'll never question anything you do."

"Good, then I'll try to set something up. Judy Thor is available."

"Fine," Vern said, "but keep me apprised of the dates and results, and please don't get hung-up on any of those old fools."

"Don't worry. Bye-bye. I'll probably call you later to report."

Vern hung up then. He wondered what Maria's roommate and Dream-Date employee, Judy Thor, was like. In a way, he was envious of his prospective clients. If an orgy took place, he would like to be a part of it instead of simply getting "reports" from Maria. Yes, he decided, he would have to discuss this possibility with Maria. The trouble was, how could he possibly manage it when both Hendricks and Reardon thought Maria was his fianc'e?

Vern took a long, solitary, leisurely lunch. He wondered just how much extra Dream-Date would charge him for Maria's extra efforts with Hendricks and Reardon. He hoped that Lance Gregory arid Maria weren't trying to fleece him. Such things had happened before-to plenty of men. He believed Maria, trusted her motives, but he would have to keep his eyes open. Then, too, there was that warning business regarding Roscoe Snyder. What did it all mean? He did not know. He would simply have to wait and see. Actually, money was not the issue right now. If he could satisfy both Hendricks and Reardon, his money problems would be over forever. Yes, if he could sign both O.A.R. and Reardon Systems International, he didn't care if Dream-Date charged him $10,000!

For some reason, Vern's thoughts turned to Ellen as he ate his dessert. He had been cruel to her last night, to be sure. The poor girl had no idea his prick was raw from his session with Maria. She had been only trying to make him happy, and he had behaved unforgivably. Impulsively, he paid his check and left the restaurant.

In his office once again, he dialed Ellen's number at the school. It was after lunch and she would be teaching, of course, but he had to make an apology. The office girl said she would summon Ellen Lanning from the classroom, and in a few minutes Ellen's voice answered, "Hello?"

"It's me, dear," Vern said. "I think it would be awkward to send a dozen roses to the school, so in lieu of that will you please accept an apology from the world's nastiest bastard?"

"Yes," Ellen whimpered. "But you-you were absolutely heartless. I've never seen you so-"

"I know," Vern interrupted, "but I want to make it up to you." Vern did not understand his own feelings at that moment. He truly-for the first time in his life-felt that he was in love with two women at the same time. "Can I see you tonight, Ellen? Please? I want to take you out to dinner. You see, sweet, I've had an awful lot on my mind lately-those two big accounts I told you about, I mean. You have no idea the kind of worrying I do. Please forgive me and have dinner with me?"

"All right, darling," Ellen said, completely won over. "And-and we can do all our favorite things afterwards?" She giggled.

"Yes, of course. You know your brand of loving is addictive. How could I ever get along without you?" Vern actually felt his prick stirring within his pants. He could not believe Ellen could wield such power over him-plump and plain Ellen. Although he shared something very special with Maria, he apparently still craved Ellen, too.

"Do you want me to meet you, or what?"

"If you don't mind, yes," Vern said. "I'll make a reservation at the Mediterranean on La Cienega for six-thirty."

"Fine, darling," Ellen said. "Oh, you've made my day! My students even noticed that I was distraught, but now they'll see the difference." She made kissing sounds. "See you there at six-thirty. If you're late, I'll be in the bar."

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly. Vern made his call to Dallas regarding Sheldon Electronics. They were completely happy with the results they were getting. They had successfully revamped their advertising approach and made the personnel changes Stan Kettering had recommended. The president was delighted and even told Vern he had several friends-heads of companies-who might soon be contacting Vern's firm for consultation services.

It was nearly 5:00 when Maria once again called to inform Vern that her lunch with Randolph Reardon had yielded some very interesting results.

"I'm having dinner with him tonight," Maria said. "And I convinced Hendricks that he should join us and meet my beautiful girlfriend, Judy Thor."

Vem felt mixed feelings. "So will it be just four people fucking, with me picking up Dream-Date's tab, or will it help Shipley Research? I mean, just what is going on specifically? Would you mind letting me in on your plan, or do you have a plan?"

"Vern! Do I detect a hint of jealousy? Darling, these men actually believe I'm cheating on you because I find them irresistible. Don't you get the significance of that? Heck, I could even threaten to blackmail them if they don't do whatever you want them to do. I could subtly imply I'll tell their wives on theml This is the best possible thing that could happen!"

Vern nearly dropped the phone. "Yes, I see what you mean. Wow! But go easy on the-the blackmail part, huh? I mean, I may be aggressive, but thus far I've never been ruthless. Blackmail? I don't like the idea, but-but do whatever you think best. As I told you before, I trust your judgment. Do whatever you think is necessary and let me know what happened tomorrow...first thing in the morning."

"I will," Maria said, and then, just as Ellen had done, Maria made kissing sounds before hanging up.

Vern could not believe how well things were going. He was so excited that Reardon and Hendricks agreements with his firm might be finalized very soon that he decided to take the rest of the day off and drive golf balls.

He left the office, walking with a jaunty gait, drove to the driving range and hit three buckets of balls, hitting them straighter and farther than he could remember. Afterward, he called the office for messages. There were none, so he drove on home and lay down to take a nap before meeting Ellen for dinner. He didn't want to be exhausted with Ellen tonight...not again. He even applied salve to his prick before going to sleep. Surprisingly, his prick felt much better.

It was almost 6:00 when the raucous buzz of his alarm clock sounded. He hastily showered, dressed and drove off for the Mediterranean. He was five minutes late by his wristwatch, but he found Ellen waiting in a booth in the bar area. He kissed her lovingly as he sat down beside her. For some reason, he did not feel that Ellen was a liability when he was in public-alone with her. It was only with other people-friends and groups of friends-that he felt she did not come up to his high standards, as Maria Reese did.

"So how was your day, darling?" he asked as they sipped their martinis after their initial greetings.

"After your telephone call it was marvelous," Ellen purred, smiling and gazing adoringly into his eves. Very discreetly, her fingers slid up the inside of his leg and gave his cock a squeeze. "But it's my night I care about now. I'm with my darling, and soon we'll be home where we can do all those yummy things to each others' bodies."

"Don't give me a hard-on here, love," Vern warned. He surveyed the room, but nobody seemed to be watching them.

"No, I wouldn't want to do that" she said. "Some horny lady is-likely to see my lover's yummy, big prick and want it and I'd be awfully jealous."

Vern loved it when she talked that way. It was pure vanity, he knew, but he ate it all up, even though he knew Ellen was putting him on a bit "Please, dear," he said. "Try to control yourself."

And then, quite suddenly, Vern wanted to hide beneath the table. Directly across the room, Hendricks, Reardon, Maria Reese, and a stunning blonde Vern assumed was Judy Thor, sat down. Good God! he thought. Of all the restaurants in Los Angeles to select, he had picked the same one Maria and his clients had come to! And he could say nothing-absolutely nothing-to Ellen about it.

"Uh-l-let's go on into the dining room area now," he stammered, hoping he could make his escape before Maria's group sighted him. Jesus, if they see me with another woman, it will compound matters hopelessly! he thought. Bad enough that Maria is presumably cheating on me, but U will be apparent that I'm cheating on her! All her leverage loould be lost if they see me. They could decide to hell with such an amoral man, despite the fact that they were being a bit amoral themselves. That's the way people are...hypocrites.

And then his nightmare became a reality. Randolph Reardon spotted Vern and nudged the others. Everyone in the group turned and stared at him and Ellen. Vern had to think fast. Right or wrong, he had to act. He stood up then, grabbed Ellen's hand, changed his mind and released her.

"Stay here," Vern said. "Be right back." He strode smiling over to the table and said: "Well, what a pleasant surprise! Maria told me she was meeting with you gentlemen for dinner, but I had no idea you'd show up at the same restaurant! I-I'm with the-the Assistant Director of the Los Angeles School District. We-uh-we're discussing the efficiency of their cafeteria systems, their enrollment procedures, a whole host of problems. Strictly business, and very dull business, I must confess. "Hello, darling," Vern said to Maria, his back to Ellen. "You gentlemen must admit that my bride-to-be is quite an asset to me."

Reardon and Hendricks coughed, embarrassed. "Yes, certainly," Hendricks muttered. Reardon blinked very rapidly, obviously flustered, too. "Umm-hmm, Miss Reese is indeed an excellent hostess." He paused, trying to think of something to say.

"We'd love to join you," Vern said, "but I must get my client home early. We've been discussing school business all afternoon, you know. Good, night. See you tomorrow, darling."

With that, Vern turned his back to the group, went quickly to Ellen and whispered. "We're leaving, dear. Right now. Don't say a word and let's go."

"But the reservation," she protested.

"Goddamit, don't question me now. Please!" Vern smiled at the group across the room as he and Ellen departed.

Outside, waiting for the attendant to bring their cars, Ellen said: "Don't you think I deserve some explanation? I mean, really...a beautiful evening spoiled by a-a sudden-who were those people, anyway?"

Again, Vern had to think fast. He wanted to say: You'll just have to trust me. Don't ask any questions. But he could not get away with such tactics after last night, he knew.

"They're several important clients of mine-in fact, it was Hendricks and Reardon. And they aren't with their own wives! You see why I had to get out of there? Hell, they could have been so embarrassed they would never want to see me again. I had to let them know I would keep their secret and get the hell out fast to spare them embarrassment. Don't you see?"

Ellen looked suddenly relieved. "Oh, yes. I do see," she said. "I-I hope everything's still all right."

"I think so," Vern said. "But just barely. Tomorrow I'll have to call them and discreetly reassure them I'll never breathe a word to a soul."

Their cars arrived and Vern suggested they dine at Lawry's, which Ellen thought would be just "dreamy." By the time they reached the restaurant, the nervous fluttering in Vern's stomach had finally subsided. It had been a close call, but he had prevailed. In fact, he was proud of himself. In emergencies, he still had what it took to think fast and think right. He felt almost cocky, in fact, during their dinner and, afterwards, he decided to celebrate with three brandies. The president of Shipley Research was a winner!

When Vern and Ellen arrived at Ellen's condominium, Vern jokingly insisted on carrying Ellen over the threshold. They were both feeling slightly tipsy from their drinks, and they quickly stripped off their clothing and sprawled on the bed. After the usual foreplay, Vern told Ellen to get up on all fours. He lay on his back beneath her then, like some garage mechanic peering into the underside of an automobile, and tongued and flip-flopped her hanging tits. As he did this, he massaged her eager cunt with his instep.

Bleary-eyed with lust, Ellen trembled, telling him over and over again how grateful she was to have him back after their "problems" of the previous night. Vern forced her to suck his prick almost sadistically, jabbing his gristle hunk as far back into her throat as it would go. She gagged, but she seemed grateful for his need, his attention.

Finally, Vern had her squat over his face while he gave her pussy the fiercest gobbling she had ever known. He actually bit her cunt lips, trying to make her raw-just as he had been the previous night. And she loved it!

Then it was time to fuck. Vern commanded her to remain in her "doggie" position while he fetched vaseline from the bathroom. When he returned, he greased her rectum thoroughly and prepared her for ass-fucking. Her buttocks fairly glistened with lubricant in the dim fight.

"Now get down on your knees on the floor," he ordered. "Put your elbows up on the mattress."

She obeyed, breathing hard, loving his commands and his domineering, male manner. Vern knew she liked to be ordered about at such times, so he laid it on thick, being gruff, almost cruel. When she was in position, he got down behind her, his own knees on the thick carpet, and began poking at her tight, puckered anal cavity.

As he prepared her rear hole for penetration, he roughly groped at her nipples and bit the back of her neck hard.

"Ohhhhh," she groaned, "that big cockhead probing at my ass is heaven, Vern. Hurry up and stick it all the way up inside me, but-but you'll have to be just a little gentle. D-don't hurt mama, please?"

For some reason, Vern suddenly bit so hard into her neck that Ellen squealed loudly in pain. He had never sought to inflict pain before-at least not like this-but tonight he wanted to hurt. Was it because he had seen-actually seen-Maria with men who would be touching her body? He did not know, but he began forcing a premature entry into Ellen's ass hole. She shrieked with pain, begging him to "go easy," but he rammed his pulsing shaft in hard, driving it home with a fury. "Argh, Ahhh, Oouu," he heard himself saying over Ellen's pleas for mercy. "Take that...and that...and that!"

But he guessed that Ellen was enjoying this game just as much as he was. She could break away from him anytime she chose, of course, so he knew that he wasn't truly hurting her or damaging her. He loved the tightness of her ass, and he suspected she was clenching her muscles to make herself even tighter. Her anus had never seemed so firm, so unsullied, so virginal in its rigidity. Ellen was not a masochist, but she loved to give of herself totally.

"Ohhhh, Gawd!" she wailed now, drawing the words out, and sounding as if his savage thrusts were bringing her indescribable pleasure. "Fuck my ass, honey. Yes, shove it up all the way! Give me all of it...give me all of that great, big, beau-teeefulll puh-rick!"

Vern released his hold on her hips and, with one hand, clenched her big, hanging tits while he began massaging her clitoris. As always, his contact with her love nub brought forth instant squeals of joy, or despair, he couldn't tell which.

Suddenly Vern decided to try something he'd never done before. He decided to turn her over on her back, in the same position they assumed when he fucked her cunt, only this time he planned to fuck her anus. The position would certainly produce pressure-very intense pressure-in different areas.

He rolled her over and she babbled something about letting him do anything he pleased whenever he wanted to do it. "Use me! Use me!" she screamed. "Hurt me, love me, anything!"

Her legs were draped over his shoulders now. She lay flat on her back and he was fucking her ass in that position! He was correct in assuming the pressure against his prick would be intense. She was so tight he could barely get his prick lodged in her in that position. But it was in-all the way in-and plunging, driving, thrusting mercilessly as she wailed and shuddered.

Staring down, Vern watched his entry and exit into the very tight aperture. When he felt himself ready to shoot his load, he began rubbing Ellen's clit frantically. And then Ellen neared the heights, too. "It's one of-of the b-best c-comes I-I ever haddddddP she yelled. "Now, Veml Now! Now! Ohhhhh, Nowwwwww, Babbeeeee!"

Vern felt his scalding sperm swirling up the length of his throbbing shaft, and they both finished together. Usually, he finished just slightly ahead of Ellen, but tonight they went off simultaneously.

Vern collapsed in a heap on top of Ellen, and they both lay there murmuring and fighting for breath. Finally, without even leaving the bedroom to wash, Vern rolled over, exhausted, and they both fell into a deep and satisfying slumber.