Chapter 11

"Mr. Stebbins, I think you should close out the Delman account," Maybelle said when she entered her boss's office the next morning.

"Whaaat?" The square-faced little man looked at her as if she had spoken sacrilege.

'That Delman is no good!" she insisted, her head held high. The little muscles around her soft mouth twitched.

A smile crept of Stebbins's face. "Well now, maybe Mr. Delman is a rascal with the ladies- I wouldn't, know about that-but he's a solid client as far as this bank is concerned. True, he deposited only a thousand dollars, but there are many more thousands coming, he assured me."

"Oh, yes? Well, you'll find out, Mr. Stebbins!"

The manager got up and circled his desk, studying Maybelle closely. "Just what do you know that you're not telling me, precious? And please . . . call me Sam when we're alone, won't you?"

Standing in front of her, he reached for her breasts as if he were picking peaches from a tree. Maybelle shrugged away from him, her expression turning cross.

"Please don't do that!" she said.

Stebbins's eyes widened. "It seems our mood has changed since yesterday," he observed in his syrup drawl. x

"Maybe it has." Maybelle turned to leave. "I just wanted to warn you about Delman is all. What you do is your business."

"Wait!" Stebbins scurried around the girl and shut the door. He smiled sneakily. "I got those pills yesterday, and I 'spose you're taking 'em."

"What I take or don't take is my own business!" she said defiantly. She had decided to break off her sordid affair with the boss. Now that she had Johnnie, she didn't need anyone else-and she felt strong enough to say so.

"Are you refusing me a little fun today, Maybelle?" the banker asked, an ominous note creeping into his voice.

"Yes! I want us to have a strictly business relationship from now on."

"Oooh you do, hmmm? Well now, isn't that interesting?"

Stebbins's eyes flicked over her, and she felt as if her clothes were being stripped away. Her pussy tingled, as always happened when a man looked at her like that.

"With you procrastinating' over that generous offer I made you, I got in touch with your uncle last night," Stebbins went on. "You were out some place-on a date, your uncle said. Well, strangely enough, old Hobart may be a narrow-minded stick in the mud, but he's got a head for business. When I told him how fond I am of you-and when I also just casually pointed out that this bank could put him out of the mortgage lendin' business by refinancing all his loans at lower rates-he was quite ready to make a deal."

"A d-deal?" Maybelle echoed apprehensively.

'That's right, sugar plum." The banker resumed caressing her tits. "Old Hobart said I could have you with his blessing. In fact, we arranged for you to move out of his house and into a little place on the edge of town that I just rented. Of course, all this has got to be hush-hush. That place has a back door that opens off an alley."

"Mr. Stebbins!" Maybelle exclaimed, her cheeks blazing, and she slapped his hand away from her breasts. "I'm not just a ... a piece of meat that one man can sell to another!"

"Darling. . . I think the time has come to cut out the bullshit."

Maybelle stared at the obnoxious little banker, who was showing his true colors at last.

"I want you," he said, his eyes glinting greedily. "And I'm damned good and well goin' to have you! Long as your uncle says it's okay, there isn't a blessed thing you can do about it, unless you want to run away from this town like a whipped bitch with her tail between her legs. What I offered you was very generous-most girls woulda jumped at it. I suggest you snap it up fast, before I decide I was too free-hearted."

He pulled down the zipper on the front of her dress.

"Oooooh please, Mr. Stebbins . . ." she murmured, finding herself slipping back into her old feeling of dependence and shame. It seemed that the whole town had her hemmed in, and they were pushing . . . pushing . . .

Stebbins squeezed and rolled her round, firm titties in her bra. Maybelle shut her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed.

She shamefully let the man slide her dress off her shoulders and along her arms. As it hung from her rounded hips, he reached behind her to unhook her bra.

The flimsy harness came away, and her breasts jutted in quivering fullness. She heard Stebbins catch his breath as he gazed at the beauties. Then his avaricious hands crept around them and squeezed, causing Maybelle to bite her lip.

The man's thumbs stroked her nipples, and the rubbery stems stretched out, tilting upward. He bent his head and took a moist, licking suck.

Maybelle wanted to clout him across his gray-fringed, bald head, but she didn't dare. She simply didn't feel strong enough to stand up to him and the whole town.

She arched herself and let him suck her titties, taking the first from his mouth after a time and shifting her shoulders to shove the other nippled crest between his lips. She felt some physical excitement, but it was shallow. Mostly she was ashamed, and she detested the unctuous little man.

He blindly worked her dress over her lyre-like hips, and it puddled on the floor around her feet. She stood before him in her stockings and pants, the' latter nude-toned and filmy, clinging to her curves of belly, hips and ass.

Stebbins stepped back to look at her, and his sly eyes turned milky. A hump had already risen at the front of his trousers.

Damn all pricks! Maybelle thought. Except Johnnie's, of course. How I wish I had his beautiful cock right now! I'd get down on my knees and suck it.

Stebbins was the one to sink to his knees, before Maybelle. When he had first done that, it had given her a sense of power. This time it inspired only disgust.

"I adore you, my angel!" he murmured as he nuzzled her soft tummy through the filminess of her pants.

Maybelle stood as quietly as possible while strange sensations skittered through her. Stebbins licked her smooth, warm thighs above the tops of her stockings. His nose pressed her soft pussy through her nylon briefs.

'Turn around, precious," he said huskily, raising his head a bit.

Maybelle turned, feeling like a puppet rather than a person in command. Stebbins pulled her strings, and she did whatever he wished.

"Your ass . . . oooh, your beautiful, curvaceous ass!" he rhapsodized.

The dirty man! she thought.

T love ladies' asses," he crooned on, "and yours is the most shapely I have ever seen. Such firm, bulging buttocks, so exquisitely formed! Such a deep, mysterious cleft between them!"

Stebbins was stretching down the top elastic of her briefs so that he could admire the charms he had described. Maybelle shivered, though she felt warm. Her cheeks, especially, were burning.

Stebbins drew her panties down to her stocking-tops, and he stroked her quivery, loaf-like buttocks. He bent and began licking the satiny mounds.

Maybelle suddenly gave her hips a twist and backed up, bending forward at the same time. The cheeks of her lovely ass parted, catching the man's nose and mouth between them. She ground her hips, letting her dangling titties shake, and her crinkly little anus writhed against his lips.

She felt her first sharp thrill as his tongue poked at her tiny nest of puckers, and she relaxed the circular muscle so that he could break through.

"You filthy, filthy man!" she said in a smoldering voice as his tongue slithered up her asshole.

"Uuuuuhhhhnnnngg . . . uuuuhhhhnnnng..." Stebbins pleasurable responded, and hotly tongue-fucked her ass, her soft buttocks quivering against his cheeks.

Maybelle was getting very excited by that time, and she grasped her own breasts, squeezing them. She felt as if she was about to pitch forward onto her face. She straightened quickly, and the man's tongue popped out of her asshole.

She turned and faced him, still holding her tits.

"Sit on my face!" he demanded, stretching out on the carpeted floor.

Maybelle had to comply-was she not the puppet?

Stebbins guided her into position, so that she faced his feet and her buttocks settled down warmly astride his nose. His mouth was mashed against her juicy, flavorful cunt.

He slurped noisily while she writhed, his tongue twisting deep into her hair-pie and lapping up its rich juices. She stared at the peak in the front of his trousers.

Oh, well. . . she thought, and unzipped him.

She brought out his stubby cock and skinned its moist, rosy head. As she squeezed the stiff little member, more nectar oozed from its tip. She bent and stuck out her pink tongue, licking the tip of his prick.

"Aaaaahhhhnnng . . . aaahhhnnnngg . . . gla-aaaahhhhnnnngghh!" he groaned happily, feasting on her wet, warm pussy.

She took the knob of his penis into her mouth and champed on the spongy bulb. More juice seeped out, which she swallowed. She began bobbing her brunette head, stroking her encircling lips on his rod.

The room throbbed with the sensuous vibrations of their sixty-nining. Maybelle twisted her ass more heatedly against the man's face, and he penetrated her pussy even deeper with his tongue, while she sucked his quivering, upthrust pecker.

She felt herself nearing a climax which was unwanted, but nonetheless real. She knew Stebbins was getting there, also. His rod twitched between her clasping, moist lips, and his glans ballooned against her tongue.

She sucked harder and felt his lips clamp on the tender head of her clit. She lurched, a warm flare exploding deep within her. She champed hard on Stebbins's pecker, and he came. His warm spurts coursed over her tongue and down her gulping throat.

She was satisfied for the moment, but very ashamed. She hated the man who had made her feel that way.

She expected Nick to be in touch with her before the day was out. The contact came in the form of a phone call, just before lunch.

"Meet me in the alley behind the bank," he said "as soon as you get a break."

"What if I don't?" Maybelle responded.

"Then those pictures go out, baby! I'll spread em all over town!"

Maybelle met him, and they drove to a drive-in at the edge of town to have a sandwich.

"I know what you've got in mind," she said. "You're going to get those guys you've hired to cash a bunch of checks and turn the money back to you, and then you're going to leave town. I just don't see where I come in."

"You're thinking small, honey," Nick responded as he champed his hamburger. 'This weekend I'm just laying the groundwork for the big play. Sure, I'm going to have the guys cash more checks than I've got money to cover. They're all local fellows, so they shouldn't have trouble cashing the checks at every spot around here. There'll be a lot of checks, but they'll be small-none over two hundred bucks. After the guys turn the proceeds back to me, I'll redeposit the funds on Monday. That's where you come in. You're going to make sure that my deposit catches all the checks that are turned in Monday. I don't want any slip-ups. The reputation of Delman Industries has to be well established. Everybody in town has to find out that my checks are good as gold."

"And then?" Maybelle asked.

"Then . . . next weekend . , . I cash the big checks. I'm going to take this fucking town for every cent its got! Then I blow. But you won't be involved next weekend, baby. You can just let those worthless checks bounce.

"Oh . . . there's one little thing I'll want you to do. Just before the bank closes next Friday, I'll step up to your window and quietly withdraw what's left in my. account. And you'll keep real mum about that until Monday. By then I'll be back in Chicago, with my pockets stuffed."

"How nice for you!" Maybelle said acidly. "And what about the innocent guys you roped into the deal? They'll be stuck for those checks they cashed!"

"That's the breaks," Nick said callously, and grinned. "You're worried about Johnnie Wheeler, aren't you? I guess he's the one who tipped you on the scheme. Well, you listen to me, baby: Don't warn him what's going to happen, or I'll send out those pussy pictures of you. Johnnie and the whole town will see your pretty twat in living color, with a man's cream clinging to it and his fingers holding your little gate open. How would you ever explain that, huh?"

"You're just awful!" Maybelle said.

"Oh, yeah . . . tell me what a mean man I am!" he sneered. "Now hurry up and finish your sandwich. I've got to get back and write some checks."

He dropped Maybelle a couple of blocks from the bank because she had some shopping to do, she had told him. She stood looking into a store window until he drove off, then she walked up a side street to the Wheeler Feed Company.

Johnnie was tending the place alone, and there were no customers present when Maybelle walked in. Grinning, the young man approached her.

"It's nice that you can keep this job and work for Nick, too," she said.

"Yeah . . . well, this is only temporary. As soon as Nick gets his operation off the ground, that will be full time."

Johnnie drew Maybelle into his arms and kissed her. Since they were alone among the sacks of livestock feed, piled in rows, he took the liberty of running his hands up and down her back and caressing her plump, springy buttocks.

"What time are you supposed to start cashing those checks for him?" Maybelle asked.

"Right after the bank closes."

"And how many is he going to give you to cash?"

"Oh, four or five, I guess. I told him I figured there were about that many places around Peachville that would cash checks for me."

"At two hundred dollars each, that makes about a thousand dollars, doesn't it? That's just about as much as Nick has on deposit."

"Hey, what's going around in your pretty head?" Johnnie asked as he grinned at her.

"Do you love me-I mean, really?" Maybelle looked earnestly into his eyes.

"You know I do, baby."

"And you've always been thinking of leaving Peachville, right?"

"Well, yeah ... I was about to. But now things are different. I've got you and that great job with Nick."

He drew Maybelle into his arms once more. "Speaking of having you . . . why don't we knock off a quickie right here, while we've got the chance?"

Maybelle needed the strength which Johnnie could give her in order to see herself through the next few hours. She grasped her boyfriend's hand and led him to the very back of the store where they were well hidden by the piles of livestock feed. There she unzipped her dress and wriggled out of it. She was an appetizing picture in stockings, panties, and bra.

"Ooooo-eeee, baby!" the young man exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "There was never anything so pretty in this store before."

'Take off my bra . . . hurry!" Maybelle said.

Her boyfriend complied, baring her beautiful and large breasts.

"Now my panties!" she said.

Johnnie quickly knelt before her and drew her silky briefs down, exposing her wedge-shaped patch of dark pubic curls. She flexed her tapering, stocking-clad legs, stepping from her panties.

Johnnie's hands went around the cheeks of her bottom, and he squeezed the shapely mounds as he nuzzled Maybelle's sweet belly. He licked her thighs above her stockings.

Against the wall, there was a short pile of feed sacks, and she sat on it. That placed her at just the right height to receive her boyfriend's erotic attentions.

His pants bulged as he stood in front of her, and his eyes widened lustfully as he gazed at her moist cuntal slit which had opened in her clump of dark fur.

"Honey, you're something else!" he said appreciatively as he moved up to her.

"I hope you really feel that way," she said as she unzipped his pants. "Because pretty soon it's going to be just you and me, with the whole world in front of us."

He didn't take the time to ask her what she meant, because his cock was steel-stiff as she brought it out. He had to use it on the marvelously inviting pussy that gleamed in rosy moistness between her widespread thighs.

He took another step forward, and she fitted the knob of his prick into her fleshy vestibule. Then he pushed, and her warm, wet flesh claimed his entire thrusting rod.

"Oooooh, Jesus!" he husked as he pumped his lithe hips, stroking his rigid prick in and out of her.

Maybelle leaned against the wall and shut her eyes. She circled her nylon-sheathed legs around Johnnie's middle, and pumped with him, her titties shaking from the force of their concentrated fucking.

He squeezed and rolled her luscious tits and groaned passionately, heightening the fervor of his cunt-spearing thrusts. Maybelle was right with him, climbing the ladder of lust, stroke by stroke.

They reached the pinnacle together and pumped heatedly until they achieved completion at exactly the same moment. Her cunt rippled up and down on his twitching rod, and he spurted his warm cream deep into her belly.

He hugged her close, bending to kiss her sweet mouth.

After he withdrew his dripping prick from her pussy, she said, "Now we've got to have a talk- and this is very important. I'm going to tell you some things you won't want to hear, but you've got to believe me."

"Sure, honey," he said, curious as to what she had in mind.