Chapter 3
Trixie was a surprise to Stella. Though she was only a couple of years older than Stella, she looked hard and almost cruel. She was also very cold to Stella, almost as if she didn't like the attention Clint paid to her.
Clint fixed them drinks and got right down to business. Stella's eyes widened as he outlined the plan. He seemed to know all about the warehouse, the exact routine of the place. It quickly became obvious that Clint and Trixie had been planning this for some time.
Mr. Corrigan, Stella's boss, always stayed late on Friday evenings to tally the week's wholesale receipts and do the Monday payroll. On Fridays, the safe was bulging with cash, and the following week's shipment of furs would be in the cold locker, ready to go.
"Now there's only the night watchman and Corrigan there on Friday nights," Clint explained. "Trixie will take care of the watchman, while you handle Corrigan, Stella."
"Handle?" Stella said. "What do you mean?"
"Fuck 'em, honey." That was Trixie talking. "They get their dicks pumping in our cunts, and they'll never hear ol' Clint robbin' 'em blind."
"FUCK?" Stella shrieked. "Clint, you mean you want me to fuck another man?"
"Well, Jesus!" Trixie laughed. "Will you listen to the prude!"
"Shut up, Trix!" Clint hissed. He turned to Stella. "It'll only be this once, honey, and then we can be together for good."
"No! God, no, Clint!" she cried. "I couldn't!"
Clint's face reddened. "Why the hell not? Jesus, my sister's gonna hump the watchman, for chrissakes!"
Stella ran from the apartment, crying. She burst through the door and ran straight into her father, who gave her a tongue lashing for staying out so late. He screamed at her that if she was going to live under his roof she would abide by his rules. And the next time she stayed out late he'd take his belt to her, even if she thought she was too old to get whipped.
The next afternoon, Stella called Clint and told him she would do it. It was set up for the following Friday night.
Stella sat at her desk, nervously watching the clock crawl around to seven o'clock. All day she had dawdled over her work so she would have to stay late to get it done.
She was jittery about the robbery, but even more jittery about fucking Mr. Corrigan. She knew she would have no trouble seducing him-he'd been trying to get into her pants ever since she had started to work for him. But still, now that she loved Clint so much, the idea of sucking or fucking any man but him turned her off.
Corrigan wasn't ugly. As a matter of fact, he was quite handsome, and according to some of the other girls in the office, quite a stud. But Stella loved Clint, loved him in a way that she never thought she could love a man.
Then it was time. She tidied her desk and entered his office. His head tilted up from his desk and Stella could see the naked lust in his eyes that was always there when they were alone.
"I'll be going now, Mr. Corrigan."
He smiled, stood, and moved around the desk toward her. "It's after office hours, Stella. Why don't you call me Phil?"
"All right ... Phil," she nodded, sure that her heart was pounding so hard that it was making her tits jump.
"And have a little drink with me. We've both been working hard all day."
"Why, that would be nice, Mister ... Phil."
"Good, good!"
He pulled a bar out from the wall and set about mixing the drinks as Stella perched nervously on the couch. Between the slit in the side of her skirt and the way her hem hiked up above her knee, she was giving him a good shot of her thigh, clear to the white band of her panties covering her pussy.
From the red in Corrigan's cheeks and the start of a bulge in the front of his pants, Stella was pretty sure he hadn't missed it.
"Here you are."
"Thank you."
Stella leaned far forward to accept the drink. She had unbuttoned the top buttons on her blouse. As her tits sagged forward they threatened to spill out of her blouse-and her low-cut bra as well.
Phil Corrigan shot a look down the valley between her huge tits and almost came in his pants. Instead of sitting down, he stood so he could get a closer view of those beautiful breasts each time she moved.
He licked his lips and jammed a hand deep into his pants pocket, to lightly finger his throbbing prick which leapt at the touch. I want this cunt, his horny mind blazed. More and more I want Stella's sweet pink slit!
They made small talk, and slowly Corrigan got the conversation around to sex. Stella found herself getting hot under his lustful eyes. Maybe, she thought, this would be all right after all. She found that if she pushed Clint completely out of her mind, she could actually look forward to Phil Corrigan's prick.
He fixed them another drink, and she stood to straighten her clothes. She rubbed the palms of her hands over her blouse and skirt, cupping the hugeness of her firm tits and squeezing them tightly.
Corrigan saw every move. His hand shook so hard when he handed her the drink, that the ice rattled in the glass.
"You know, Stella, you're a very, very appealing woman."
"Why, thank you, Phil. I didn't think you ever noticed!"
Like hell, she thought. She saw the bulge in his pants was about to burst the material. She realized something else-she was liking his hot, lustful gaze on her body. It almost seemed as though his look were touching, caressing her.
There was a long pause as they eyed one another. She felt her stomach begin to churn as the beginnings of moisture seeped from her pussy lips. A light flush began to burn at her big, soft titties and then work upwards, over her shoulders and up her neck to her face. Her nipples became rigid and pushed against the cloth of her bra, making her tingle with excitement.
I can do it, she thought to herself.
Without warning, Corrigan took her in his arms. His lips were soft and his tongue was insistent as it searched her mouth. The rigid length of his dick rubbed her belly, and Stella rubbed back.
She stifled a moan of torment and tried to clear her excited brain. The image of his long, hard cock pervaded her mind. As he stood there, she had the mental picture of the way he would look naked, his feet wide and his thick cock sticking straight out, jutting from his balls and thick, hairy fur.
Then she looked again at his crotch and saw the huge bulge of his hard-on inside his trousers. She smiled.
"You want me, don't you?"
"I, uh ... I ... "
"You want me. You're waiting to see me naked." She smiled enticingly, warming to her task. "You want me to get undressed, to slip out of my clothes and parade around naked."
Corrigan grinned. "Yes, I do. Go ahead, Stella. Let me see you take off your blouse and skirt. You're not wearing a slip, are you?"
"No, just bra and panties."
Passion was building in her blood. She caught herself breathing hard, and her throat constricted. He wants to see me! She undid the first button of her blouse, and then the next.
She groaned with her arousal and undid the rest of the buttons. The blouse was completely free. She shrugged her slender shoulders and her blouse fell off, dropping from her arms.
Corrigan gasped and the front of his pants tented as his prick became fully erect. Stella saw the bulge, and another soft mewl escaped her lips.
God, she did want to fuck him!
Clint would be in the warehouse by now, and Trixie would be sucking the watchman's dick.
Stella snaked the zipper of her skirt down and stepped out of it. She stood, her clothes puddled around her feet, in nothing but her bra and panties. She moved her hands across her naked belly, reveling in the gaze of her boss, loving his feasting stare, wanting to take still more off, but at the same time, berating herself for her wickedness.
Corrigan stepped nearer. His hands reached out and his touch sent waves of sex-maddening tingles through her. Her skin seemed to have a life of its own, to ripple beneath his fingers as they stroked and played with her body. She relaxed in his grip, crushing herself to his chest until she thought she would burst from her now fully aroused passion.
"Oh, Phil," she sighed. "This is wrong. We must stop here, before ..."
"Hush, my sweet," he murmured into her ear. "Relax and enjoy ... enjoy ... enjoy ..." His words were hypnotic.
She had him and she knew it, but he was having a tremendous effect on her, too.
She brought her arms around him and stroked the nape of his neck warmly, and then kissed him. It was a sultry, open-mouthed kiss, and their tongues coiled and slipped around one another and felt along their teeth and cheeks with abandon.
"I want you ... I want you," he whispered softly. "Now ... now ..."
"Yes, yes!" Stella replied, lost in frantic desire.
His hard prick was pressing against her belly, straining to be free. She could feel its knobby length through his trousers and it took all her strength to resist placing her trembling hand there and fondling it. Her mind whirled with the anticipation of them fucking on the floor-naked and hot, his prick driving into her pussy, pumping up and down, in and out.
He didn't even bother to unfasten her bra. He just pulled the cups up until the giant globes were bobbing, naked and free.
"Jesus, what a set of tits!"
He shoved one breast upward with his palm and feverishly mouthed her nipple. He fastened his lips first to one, then to the other, before rubbing the super-sensitive points against his eyelids, his cheeks, his ears. He squeezed, grinning and licking them as they sprang and bounced before his eyes.
Stella began to moan and shudder. No one, not even Clint, had carried on so passionately over her tits. As if that wasn't enough to turn her on, she felt his hand between her legs-outside her panties-gently stroking her pussy.
"Oh, Stella, your body is so beautiful ... and your pussy is so hot!" He took her wrist and drew her hand down to his crotch, making sure she got a good feel of his throbbing, hard cock, which was now straining to get out of his fly. "You get over on the couch while I lock the door!"
"What about your wife?" Stella found herself saying for no reason.
"Fuck my wife," he growled, taking her wrist and pulling her toward the couch.
"My panties?"
"Take 'em off!" he told her as he let go of her wrist and went to the door and locked it.
He was different now that he knew he was going to get it-gruff and curt. It made her lock her arms over her tits as he walked back and stared at her.
He grabbed both her arms and pulled them away from her body so he could see her naked tits and the wisps of cunt hair that crept out the sides of her panties. He pushed her down onto the couch, where she sprawled on her back before him. He started to open the front of his trousers.
"Okay, kid, flop over!"
Stella looked up at him in astonishment as he whipped out his prick. It wasn't the most beautiful cock that she had ever seen, and while it was not nearly as large as Clint's, it did compare favorably in size with others she'd fucked.
"C'mon, c'mon, turn over on your belly!" he ordered. "We haven't got all night!"
She kept staring up at him, wide-eyed. "You ... you mean, you're going to do it ... back there?"
"You've never been ass-fucked?"
She shook her head.
He grinned. "Turn over!"
Stella's heart gave a little jump. Ever since she first felt a prick between the cheeks of her ass, she had wondered what it would be like. Now she was going to find out. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel some fear as she watched him walk quickly to the desk, take a small tube of something from one of the drawers and then return to the couch, his cock bobbing up and down with each step he took.
She was still on her back when he got back to the couch. The fact that she offered him no assistance didn't seem to bother him. He got out of his clothes in nothing flat. He grabbed her hips and turned her over, face-down on the couch. Next, he pulled off her panties and stared down at the firm mounds of her ass cheeks.
Stella looked straight ahead at the blank wall, holding her breath as she felt his hands feel her ass cheeks, then spread them apart and finger her rear hole, making her thighs jump. She had never realized how sensitive she was back there.
"What ... what are you doing?" she asked fearfully.
"Greasing your hole, sweetheart."
"Do you ... do you always like it this way?"
"Shit, yeah. You don't think I'm gonna fuck any old cunt, catch something, and give it to my wife, do you?"
She hated him, the prick! She wished he wanted a blow job so she could bite his cock off!
She felt the head of his dick at her asshole. Then he was pushing, spreading her with his cockhead.
"OOOWWWWW!" she hissed at the rippling entry, squirming in pain and panic, trying to get away.
"Lie still!" he ordered as he held her down by pressing into the small of her back with his free hand.
"Oh, no, please ... I can't stand it!" she gasped, barely able to get her breath through the exquisite pain from her butt hole. "It hurts!"
"Your pussy hurt the first time you were screwed, didn't it? But you forgot the pain in a big hurry ... same as you'll forget how much this hurts!"
In a sort of haze now, feeling as if her entire ass were on fire, Stella suddenly felt him lowering his full bulk to her back and his fat cock gliding into the well-oiled hole of her ass.
"OH, NO ... NO!" she shrieked feverishly. She was willing to do anything but this, now that she had had a sampling of how much it was going to hurt, "Fuck me in front! Do me any way you want! I-I'll even suck you off! But not back there. I can't stand hurt. I can't!"
"It's only gonna hurt for a few seconds, sweetheart," he murmured. "Then you're going to love it. I haven't met a woman yet who didn't. Some of 'em even like it better than in the cunt!"
Stella's eyes bulged in terror, and she flinched as she felt his prick digging into her asshole. He worked his way forward on her perspiring back, pushing against the flesh that acted like a barrier to keep him out.
"OOOHHH ... MY GOD!"
She was on the verge of hysteria as she felt the throbbing head at the end of his cock thrust its way into her aching rectum. By the knife-like pain that lanced through her, she thought surely he had split her in two.
Corrigan grunted loudly as he lunged forward with his hips, forcing his cock into her resisting hole in two-inch advances. By the sounds he was making, the pressure of her asshole on the lust-bloated head of his prick was driving him wild with pleasure.
With short, quick prods he drove his cock deeper and deeper between her pulsating ass cheeks.
Stella banged her fists on the cushions of the couch as the flaming dick forced its way into her sensitive rear channel. She had yelled so long and so loud that she seemed to have no voice left. Oh God, it hurts so much! her brain screeched over and over again.
And then suddenly, he stopped. She raised her head to look at him over her shoulder, hoping that he was done. But he hadn't pulled out of her. She could still feel her asshole stuffed to capacity with his hard, throbbing dick. He hadn't come, either. She would have known if he had.
The pain had subsided and was now replaced with a strange sensation, leaving her mind and her body in a state of confusion. She wanted him to stop and get off her, but at the same time, now that the aching had faded, she was curious to know what the ultimate sensation would be like. Would she liked it? Would she come? Would it be nearly as wonderful as being fucked in her cunt?
Without her fully realizing, he was moving against her again, sliding his slippery cock in and out of her loosened rear hole. She could feel his meat massaging the innermost areas of her virgin ass in a steady rhythm. She felt the movement of her buttocks under the weight of his body with each jab he made into her ass.
A spark seemed to suddenly ignite in her cunt. Was she just imagining, or was her body actually starting to respond?
She began to hump along with him, thrusting her fevered buttocks back against his rock-hard belly with each thrust he made into her. The pain she had felt was lost now in a gradually increasing rapture and delight, as he pumped harder into her ass. Stella could feel his sweat dripping down onto her flesh as they both worked harder, faster, hurrying toward the climax that they both wanted.
She was going to come. She could sense it, feel it. Her clit hadn't even been touched, yet her cunt was as wet as her asshole. And she was building rapidly toward an orgasm. Incredible! Once more-not entirely aware of what she was doing, moving strictly by instinct-she reached down beneath her thrusting hips and grasped hold of his huge, dangling, cum-filled balls. She brought them forward and held them tightly against her steaming cunt, trying to work them between the lips.
Corrigan's movements quickened, and Stella knew that he was there. His body pounded against her as he lunged in and out of her asshole. She could hear herself squealing and moaning in combined pain and pleasure as his bludgeoning cock pummelled her guts.
Then his body began to jerk as a jet of hot cum burst from his cock and spurted into her bowels.
"Aaaahhhhh!" he groaned into her ear as he hammered his load into her in great, pulsing globs.
The thick, milky cum soothed the burning walls of her asshole. For a moment, she was stretched out stiffly, her buttocks grinding back against his hairy pelvis, her asshole grasping his still deeply embedded prick.
She was almost there-close, close, oh, so close. She was building, driving to a come with a hard dick up her asshole!
And then all hell broke loose. Sirens and gongs and alarms went off all over the building.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
Corrigan yanked his cock from her ass with a popping sound and ran to the window. One look told him what was going on.
"Phil ... Phil!" Stella wailed. "Fuck me some more! PLEASE FUCK ME SOME MORE!"
"They're robbin' the joint! A bunch of assholes are robbin' the joint!"
He dived for his clothes.
Too soon, Stella thought, it's too soon. She crawled off the couch and grabbed him. "More, more fucking, Phil!"
He faced her. It must have shown in her eyes.
"You're in on it!" he gasped and backhanded her across the face.
Stella fell across the desk, and he started climbing into his pants. I must stop him, she thought, must hold him up a little longer!
Her hands found a heavy paper weight on the desk. She hurtled forward and brought it down on the back of his head. He dropped like a rock.
Stella swept her clothes from the floor and ran from the office. The bells and alarms rang in her ears, making her dizzy. At the end of the hall, she found the night watchman sprawled across the floor. There was blood on the back of his head.
She ran on out into the warehouse, calling Clint's name. The loading dock was empty. The van was gone.
Then it hit her.
Clint and Trixie had left without her.
The pitch of the sirens changed. She jumped off the loading dock and ran for the front gates. She was halfway there when she was bathed in blue lights.
And she was still stark naked.