Chapter 2
Gilda Loring stood at her office window, staring down at the parking lot and across at the factory. She had just changed her blouse in her private washroom, and she was now buttoning the clean one over the huge swells of her heavy tits.
She looked down. With a critical eye, she inspected the big, white balloons of her tits. Without the support of a bra, they sagged a little, but not much, not very much at all when you considered she was thirty six years old.
Those tits were white and soft, like down pillows. The flesh was thin, and beneath its translucency, one could faintly see the spider webbing of fine blue veins, the aureoles were large saucers of brown with big nipples set in their centers.
Gilda hefted her tits, delighting in the smooth, solid feel of them in her hands. Her fingertips idly prodded her nipples as her eyes moved on to further inspection. Her nipples rose automatically to the touch of her fingertips, but she wasn't aware of the change.
Her waist was still narrow and her belly was flat enough not to need a diet. Reaching down, she felt the fullness of her ass and the dangerous softening of her upper thighs. The" legs would need attention. She was getting too heavy in the legs. Perhaps some exercises were in order.
One hand reached up and patted her hair. She was glad about the hair. She'd made the right decision there. Going blonde had been the right thing.
She chuckled ironically to herself. "I'm beautiful and I don't know what to do with it."
Gilda considered herself a firmly entrenched career woman. She had held her responsible position for the past six years, and there was no reason to believe she would not hold it for many years to come. Her combined talents of great capability and a fully developed sense of fairness made her both efficient and generally well liked, despite her somewhat distant relationship with people outside of working hours.
But that might change tonight. Chad Cocklin's words, spoken over the intercom a few minutes before, came back to her.
"Dinner tonight, Gilda?"
For the first time since she'd come to work for him, Gilda had said yes. Marta Fenton was the reason for that. She couldn't let Chad throw himself away on a little nineteen year old tramp.
"Old Iceberg." That's what Marta had called her. Not to her face, of course. But Gilda had heard the remark. The girls hadn't seen her standing in the far corner of the file room. Marta had been leading the conversation, and her contempt for Gilda had been obvious.
"I bet old Loring's never had a cock in her life!" Marta was saying as she talked in the room with several other girls. "That dame's, idea of kicks is probably going home to wash out her undies!"
Gilda sighed, turned away from the window and moved back to the mound of paperwork on her desk. She did not look up again until her door opened.
"You wanted to see me, Miss Loring?"
Marta Fenton stood before her, her long black hair a sheath of silk over her shoulders. Her dark eyes flashed a mixture of defiance and hidden amusement. She despises me, Gilda thought, looking at the girl's provocative, tight fitting dress. Her full tits thrust proudly against the clinging material of her low necked outfit, the cleft between them a shadowed line.
"You wanted to see me?" Marta repeated.
Gilda's delicately boned features tensed as she frowned. "Yes, Marta, I want to speak to you. It's about these files." As she spoke, she gestured to the files on her desk.
"Yes?"
"Don't just stand there saying 'yes'! " Gilda could feel her anger rising. "You know, you must know, all the mistakes you've been making lately! You're an intelligent girl, Marta. When you first came to us, your work and your willingness to learn impressed everyone. Now, and when I say now, I mean for the past six months, you don't seem to be able to let a day go by without making a serious mistake somewhere." Gilda paused for breath. Marta said nothing, but a veiled look entered her eyes.
"You nearly lost us that big order last week, simply because you forgot to put the file back in the right place," Gilda continued. "That's nothing but carelessness."
She handed two of the files over to Marta, who took them, opened them briefly, and then handed them back again.
"Yes, I see. I'm sorry."
She doesn't look sorry, Gilda thought bitterly. Just cautious.
"Being sorry isn't the point, Marta" she snapped. "What is the point is that you've got to change your attitude and your working habits, or rather, your nonworking habits. Perhaps if you paid as much attention to what goes on in the office as you do to your, uh, social life, you might be doing much better. If you don't, well, I'm afraid you might not find yourself working here very much longer."
Genuine alarm showed in the girl's expression. "You mean, you'd fire me?"
"I don't see what else I could do." Gilda stood. "That will be all for now. And, Marta...we do have a rule about intra-office fraternization."
Without a word, Marta turned and left the office. Her shapely legs scissored angrily through the door. Once again, the long, thick inane of black hair swung freely across her back. The door closed behind her.
Gilda was alone once more.
The bitch! The lousy, frigid, miserable, dried up old bitch! Marta fumed inwardly. So Iceberg was thinking of firing her, was she? The bitch!
Marta stormed back into the filing department, grabbed the file that had been lying on her desk for a week and made her way swiftly back through the building to Trixie's office.
"Here!" She dropped the papers onto Trixie's desk. "Old Floppy Knockers wants this stuff!" Without waiting for any sort of reply, she raced out again.
Her thoughts were whirling. I'll be damned if I'll go back into that stupid office, she swore. Fire me, will she? She'll find it won't be that easy!
Cold reason told her to shy away from thoughts like that. Gilda Loring swung a lot of weight at Cocklin Plastics. But maybe enough of the males in some of the higher positions had tasted, or at least heard of, Marta's talent between the sheets. That'll save me, she triumphed. It always has!
Abruptly, she turned down a side corridor and walked out of the building into the huge parking lot. Action was what she wanted now...action, and plenty of it. Something to take her mind off that frosted female in the upper office. Besides, the romp with Bernie hadn't been all that great.
Her body was twitching for more action. The hard, rough kind. Someone big and tall. With power.
Her eyes scanned the parking lot. A group of factory men had just come out, through with their shift. One of them was walking away from the rest of the crowd, heading toward his automobile.
Marta recognized him. He hadn't been on the job too long, but she'd noticed him several days before when she'd arrived at work.
He was young, about twenty one or twenty two, she thought. Old enough to know the ropes and young enough to have the power she needed. His nose had that busted look that told her this was a guy who'd used his power several ways.
Instinctively swinging her hips even more than usual, she made sure he noticed her. "Hi, there," she said as he got within hailing distance. "How's it going?"
A wide grin split his face. She saw his glance traveling up and down her body. Then it settled on her neckline. She leaned over and propped her elbow on his car, making sure he got the full effect of her creamy tits pressing up against her blouse.
"Okay, I guess," came his answer.
Marta smiled, deliberately moving closer. "How about giving me a ride? I could show you...a whole bunch of things . . . " Her insinuation made him gulp, but he got the message.
"I'll bet you could, too," he muttered, staring fixedly at her tits.
"Er...what's your name?"
"Marta. Marta Fenton. And yours is Dale Hodges."
"How did you...?"
"I processed your application...I liked your picture."
The implication wasn't lost on Dale Hodges. "Yeah." His voice had gone thick. "Let's get in the car."
Marta climbed in and slid way over on the front seat, making sure her skirt was high above her knees. As Dale took the wheel, she made sure her leg brushed his all the way up and down. The look on his face told her he was registering, and then some.
"Anything special you'd like to see first?" she smiled.
His gaze met hers firmly. "I'd like to see it all."
"Good!" she chirped. "I was hoping you'd say that! There's a motel on the south end of town that has wild closed circuit television!"
He shook his head. "You sure don't fool around, do you?"
Marta threw back her head and laughed heartily. "Dale, honey, I fool around a lot!"
By the time they got inside the motel room, they were both hot and ready. Eagerly, he reached for her, but she moved swiftly out of his way.
"No, no, not just yet. Remember, I said I had things to show you!"
Swaying as she stood in front of him, she deftly undid the buttons of her low cut blouse, then shrugged the garment from her shoulders. It fell to the floor. Another movement, and she had released the clasp that held her bra in place. A gasped groan escaped from Dale's lips as he saw her creamy tits swinging loose in the room's shaded light.
Marta held her tits in her hands, her fingers caressing the darkening nipples. "You like me, Dale? You want me?" She laughed throatily, sensing the excitement rising to bursting in the young man opposite her.
He reached out to grab her again, but she sidestepped lightly.
"Watch, lover," she said, jumping out of reach. "Watch me!"
She undid the zipper on her skirt, gyrated her hips in quicker and quicker motions, and the skirt skittered to the floor to join her blouse and bra in a heap on the carpet.
Dale wet his lips, his tongue darting out suggestively as he stared at the lushness of Malta's nakedness.
Still gyrating, she stepped out of her shoes. Now all that covered her were the flimsy panties she wore, their red laciness tantalizingly transparent.
"Now," she crooned, her huge eyes half closed, "now I want your hands, lover.
The young man gasped and grabbed her, pulling her down on the bed beside him. His fingers followed her instructions and demands, probing her soft cunt with burning heat.
Suddenly, Marta thrust him away. "Now I want to see you!"
He stared at her for a moment, then realized what she meant. He unbuckled his belt, ripped off his shirt and, seconds later, stood naked before her.
"My, my," she marveled, drinking in every aspect of his physique. As always, she'd guessed right. The powerful shoulders were echoed in force in every aspect of his body. Hard, muscular maleness sprang from the very fiber of his being.
And, thank God, his cock was huge.
His weight sank against her. Greedily, his hands and mouth explored her. The elastic of her brief panties stretched under his prying fingers. With a heaving motion, she tossed them aside. The last barrier was gone.
Marta felt his eyes on the bare flesh of her tits and saw his cock swell in his hand. Dale had a huge cock, and she was sure he knew what to do with it. Her tits swelled with desire along with his prick, and the slit of her cunt started juicing.
"Well?" he said, shaking the head of his cock in her direction.
Marta moved to him with a spicy lilt in her flared hips. Her arms came up around his shoulders and he folded her in an impatient embrace. Their lips met, and she cooed delightedly as she rubbed her flat belly over his stiffening prick. Her eyes met his as their furious kiss built. His hands smoothed down her back and he lifted her to him by cupping his palms around the full firmness of her trembling ass cheeks.
"Hurry! C'mon!" Marta hissed, tugging him by the cock. "My pussy can't wait for this!"
The thick black hair growing over her pussy formed a sharp vee. She lay back with a sigh of anticipation. Dale looked down, his breath quickening at the sight of her lush pussylips, moist and plump and quaking.
"God, I'm hot...so fucking hot for you!" she moaned, dipping two fingers in the slit of her cunt and fucking herself until they were dripping wet, then offering them to his lips.
Dale obliged by licking them clean and slipping two fingers into her pussy at the same time. Marta reacted like an animal, like a bitch in heat. She humped her hips up off the bed, filling her cunt with as much of his hand as she could take.
"Shit, oh, shit, I love to fuck!" she hissed. "I'm so glad you want to fuck me, lover!"
"I want to fuck your brains out, you little bitch."
He screwed her harder with his fingers, expert fingers that knew exactly how a woman was made. She fondled his prick, jacking the throbbing shaft up and down, harder and faster, as his fingers pummeled her cunthole.
"Yes, yes, do it! Shit, oh shit, do it!"
He kissed her and continued to finger fuck her, letting his heat overwhelm her.
"Want my tongue a little, baby?"
"Yes...yes, lover, eat me a little before you fuck me! Tongue my cunt!" she howled.
Dale bent down and took her hand, pulling her up from the bed. "Come here," he said as he tugged her over to a chair. He sat down, with Marta standing in front of him. "Now put your foot on the back of the chair."
She raised her leg and hooked her ankle over the high back of the chair. Her cunt was completely exposed in front of him.
"Now hold onto my shoulders," he said as he put his hands around her tiny waist. "I'm going to suck your sweet pussy inside out and I don't want you to get away from me!"
Marta was limber enough to be comfortable in that position, but her movements were limited. "I don't think I can stand up this way for very long," she said. "I'll go weak!"
"Don't worry about it, baby. This isn't the only way I know to suck a cunt!"
He bent forward and blew softly at the hairs around her pussy, then ducked his head under her leg and pushed his face into her wet flesh. His tongue dove directly for her cunthole and Marta staggered with the contact. He pulled her tightly to him and buried himself in the hot, sweet folds, sucking and pulling at her swollen cuntlips, running his tongue around the entrance of her pussy.
She swayed, unable to hold her balance so that she had no control over manipulating her hips. She had to concentrate on remaining standing, and every muscle in her cunt throbbed and pulsed wildly.
"I can't hold it!" she cried. "I can't hold anything!"
He didn't stop to answer her, and she suddenly realized what he wanted.
Her body felt as though it was on fire and the passion he had aroused in her belly took over. She went weak and started to fall, but he held her up, his mouth glued to her cunt, sucking and pulling.
All of a sudden she felt release inside her as everything happened at once. She felt the rush of warm piss pour out and heard him moan with pleasure as it covered his face. He licked at the liquid and buried his face deeper as the stream continued to come.
Marta cried out as she felt herself being turned inside out with the violent sensation of her come as it erupted and she jerked wildly in spasms. Dale pulled at her clit, drawing the violent sensations out of her, delighting in the liquids that poured from her body. She went limp and he eased her down to the floor.
He pried her knees open and let his big body slide down between her thighs. He ground the head of his hard cock painfully against her clit.
"Easy. Oh, Christ, easy!"
"Easy, shit!"
He found her spongy hole and thrust his cock inside her cunt with all his strength, filling her entire pussy.
Marta raised her knees slightly, but he grabbed them and forced them farther back so that they touched her shoulders.
"It's so deep," she moaned. "So fucking deep!"
"Yeah," he gasped, as he felt his twitching cock slip in and out of her tight, moist fuck hole.
"Fuck me...oh, yes," she begged. "Harder, lover, harder!"
He pushed into her cunt with increased fury, pounding and slamming his hips against hers, grasping her ass and lifting her off the floor.
"Enjoying yourself, baby?" he hissed down at her.
"Oh, Jesus, yesssssss! God, it's big...big and hard and hot!"
She could feel herself becoming wetter with each thrust and her cunt walls began to twitch with an urgency that was about to explode. His prick seemed to become even thicker with each painful, brutal thrust as his throbbing cock filled her soft, squirming cunt completely.
"That's it, baby," he urged her roughly, sensing that she was near her climax. "Come on, you cunt...fuck...fuck...FUCK!"
Marta groaned as a wave of trembling excitement shuddered through her whole body and she began to shake uncontrollably as her cunt walls contracted wildly around his thick, pulsating prick.
Her sharp nails raked a harsh pattern down his back as she bucked and jerked up against him, feeling his cock worming up into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, God...I'm coming, I'm coming...COMING! she wailed as her waiting tension and frustrations were released in one sudden great burst of searing flame.
Her thighs jerked wildly, her whole body heaving and swaying, her passion consumed in the skin to skin friction, and her face flushed with the warm, comforting glow of deep satisfaction and fatigue.
But, above her, on and on Dale pounded. He couldn't get enough of her cunt as his hands dug cruelly into the softness of her rounded ass, and he could feel his iron hard prick swell and tremble inside her moist, warm pussy. His urge was almost destructive as he thrust deeper and deeper into her, wanting to consume her, feeling powerful as he arched his hips at her upturned thighs in an effort to force his cock farther and farther into her soft, syrupy cunt.
Marta gasped for air. Her face was contorted in passion as her nails dug cruelly into his back and spine and her full, luscious tits splayed out under his weight, imprinting her hardened nipples into his chest. Her body heaved and wiggled in great choking cries as her thighs trembled and shivered in her abandoned passion and he drove in long, hard, steady strokes deep into her moist, throbbing pussy.
"Aaarrrrghh!" he bellowed as his cock thickened and slackened as he stayed buried inside her, filling her pussy almost to the bursting point with his hot, liquid cum.
"Yes...oh, yes!' she whimpered, feeling him come and jerk like a slippery eel deep inside her velvet cunt. She raised her hips to receive every ounce of his jetting load of cum.
His orgasm seemed to splinter his rigid cock and he choked and gasped as he emptied his jism deep into her waiting cunt, satiating him, relieving him, calming him with each violent contraction. It seemed to be taking the very life from his body, leaving him weak and vulnerable, but she, too, had collapsed in an exhausted heap, her legs falling down limply, widespread, on either side of his heaving hips and ass.
His breathing gradually began to regulate as he felt his once hard cock slip reluctantly from inside her sweet cunt and fall limply on the carpet.
"God, I knew you'd be a fantastic fuck," she said, looking up at him from lust crazed eyes. "How long does it take you to get it up again?"
"About as long as it takes to get it all the way down your throat!"