Chapter 8
Vikki knocked twice, lightly, then opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it quietly behind her. "What did you want to see me about, Elgin?" she queried.
Elgin Stafford looked up from the bobbing head in his lap and smiled. "That will be all for now, Peggy," he said importantly. Then, "Sit down, Vikki ... make yourself comfortable."
Almost reluctantly, the eighteen-year-old blonde secretary extricated her mouth from the dripping candy-apple head of her boss' penis. "Y-You're sure you wouldn't like me to finish, Mr. Stafford?" she asked, her pearl-gray eyes flashing mischievously. "I don't mind if Vikki watches, really I don't!"
"That will be all, Peggy!" Stafford snapped impatiently.
Defeated, Peggy got up from her hands and knees, gathered up her clothes, and beat a hasty retreat by way of the bathroom that separated the reception room from Stafford's imposing office suite. As soon as she had gone, Vikki took a seat in the crushed leather armchair that flanked her employer's desk, deliberately allowing the hem of her short skirt to slide up provocatively to reveal a generous amount of creamy white thigh above the fine nylon mesh of her stocking tops. She couldn't see his cock for the massive desk, but the knowledge that he had made no attempt to cover himself filled her with a thrill of perverse excitement.
"You said over the phone that it was important, Elgin."
Stafford leaned back in his enormous wing back chair and placed the tips of his pudgy fingers together in an attitude of contemplation. "Yes, Vikki, it is an item of considerable importance ... it affects your future, and mine."
Vikki shifted nervously, the hem of her skirt rising still higher. "Y-You want me to fuck a horse or something?" she guessed.
"Too bad it's not that simple," he laughed, "it'd make things a lot easier on all of us."
"Would you just spit it out, for Christ's sake?" Vikki snapped impatiently. She didn't like playing cat and mouse.
"Okay, love," he continued, "here it is; I want you to find me a chick who don't look over forty, but could pass for somebody's mama."
Vikki dimpled pertly. "Tastes changing, Elgin? ... Or, is it just an old fantasy?"
"I'm not kidding, Vikki. It's ... It's for a movie."
"Let me guess, Elgin; a movie for Tony Brinkman?"
Stafford nodded. "We'll need the kid, too, but I think I can handle that end of it."
"Maybe I can take care of both ends, Elgin," Vikki offered graciously, the petals of her sex flaring ever-so-slightly at the prospect.
"Oh, yeah? You got somebody in mind?"
"Maybe ... for a piece of the action."
Elgin Stafford looked stunned. He wasn't used to being stood up to, even by the irascible Vikki Haydon. "What the hell do you mean, 'piece of the action!'" he bellowed, his face bloating with rage.
"Not a big piece, Elgin," she soothed. "But if Tony Brinkman wants a mama and son, and I come across with the goods, it ought to be worth a piece of the gross."
Stafford was startled at his prize employee's unexpected display of business acumen. "We're talking twenty or thirty grand in modeling fees," he explained with an equally unexpected display of reasonableness. "Could go as high as forty."
"How does fifteen percent sound to you, Elgin?"
"Ridiculous ... Ten, net, tops."
"Ridiculous."
Stafford's patience was beginning to wear thin. Only the fact that Vikki's skirt had hiked clear up to her nylon-covered crotch kept his cock at full erection. "I don't have to give you anything," he reminded her.
"That's true," Vikki granted. "Somebody else can perform the same service for you ... But I'm offering the real thing!"
The lecherous employer ran his eyes hungrily over her stocking-encased thighs, exposed to the crotch as she sat in the chair next to him. "And if I agree," he smiled lewdly, "would you be willing to perform a little additional service for me? ... One that might tip the scales in your favor?"
"I don't understand," she said, smiling weakly as though completely innocent of what he was thinking.
"I think you do, Vikki," he growled. He stood up and glared at her with an obscene leer on his face, preferring to let the sight of his penis finish the argument for him.
Vikki stared at it for a long time, unwilling to admit just how delicious his cock looked to her. Still, she knew exactly what he wanted ... what he'd wanted for a long time. She'd sucked him and fucked him on countless occasions, but she's never permitted him to do what he wanted most of all-to fuck her in the ass! He was just too big! She was afraid he'd split her in two!
He had gained the upper hand with her, and she didn't like the feeling at all. Finally, she sighed heavily and stood up, slowly removing her clothes, lifting her form-fitting sweater over her head and dropping it carelessly to the floor.
"Now you're behaving a little more rationally, Vikki," Elgin complimented as he ambled towards the massive red leather couch that dominated a distant wall. "It won't be so bad, doll-face; Peggy handles it pretty well."
Vikki was unimpressed. "Peggy's a masochist!"
"Aren't you all?"
Vikki stood before her gloating employer in nothing but her black nylon bikini panties and brassiere. As always, she felt dirty and used under Stafford's relentless grinning gaze. "Alright," she sighed heavily. "I'll do whatever you want. But first, let's come to an agreement about the money."
Stafford saw what she was up to, but it didn't matter. He was getting something he had always wanted and had never been in the position to get until now. He spoke with a shrewd cast in his eyes. "Ten percent net."
"That's robbery, you bastard," Vikki replied without being able to stop herself, instantly biting her tongue at losing her cool again.
"I'd watch that temper if I were you," he advised with a grin. "It's going to get you in a lot of trouble one of these days."
Vikki swallowed dryly. "Okay, we'll play it your way, Elgin."
"Then I suggest we seal the bargain," Stafford countered.
Vikki detected the bold, more masterful change in his voice. It hinted at a certain unmistakable viciousness that suddenly curdled her stomach. God only knew what depraved acts he might force her into before this ordeal was over. The cruel bastard was capable of anything!
Stafford knew the moment she nodded her head that the battle was won. He was finally going to fuck this high-class bitch in the ass, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He smiled lewdly as he stood in front of her, dropping his pants the rest of the way and letting them fall to the floor. His throbbing hard penis still stood out from his body pointing straight at her. It looked like a giant wooden shaft growing up through the black underbrush of his thick pubic hair. With one hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over the expanding cockhead which grew in size each time it disappeared and reappeared through the thick flesh covering it. He watched the loathing in her face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his cock, his excitement flaring as he saw the hopeless fear rising in her eyes.
He stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the long tapering roundness of her silk-covered legs, the bursting fullness of her brassiere, the whiteness of her flat smooth belly above the top of her sheer black nylon panties. His blatant stare made Vikki feel as if her skin was crawling. She thought of all the years she had spent working her way up in the world until now she lived almost like a princess, realizing they were being swept away in this one brief encounter.
Suddenly, Elgin grabbed her shoulders with his hands, the strong fingers digging harshly into her skin. He loomed above her, his eyes devoid of pity, shining coldly into hers, his cruel and unyielding lust boring into the very depths of her soul. The pressure of his hands grasping her shoulders permitted no escape from his contemptuous gaze.
"No, no. I can't do it," the young aunt whimpered.
Her pleas fell on unhearing ears as Stafford's arms enveloped her, his lips crushing down against her, his thick rigid cock below pressing hard into her soft yielding belly. His tongue snaked its way out between his sharp teeth into the resisting wetness of her mouth. She struggled to free herself, but fear had drained her of the strength to fight. His portly, pasty body glued itself tightly to hers, arms and legs winding about her like a giant spider web from which there was no escape.
"Please, please don't, Elgin," she groaned into the searing mouth locked over hers.
The room seemed to spin as he pushed her backwards to the couch, sending her sprawling flat on her back, his body descending on top of her to pin her tightly to the cool leather surface. Vikki pressed her thighs together, attempting to hold back the squirming body trying to lodge itself between them. His throbbing cock was trapped there, forcing itself lewdly up and down against the thin nylon strip of the panties covering her cringing vagina below.
She could feel the hard thick rod sliding against the sensitive inner hollows of her struggling thighs as his head pressed down forcefully against hers, then suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his teeth biting savagely into the taut muscles of her straining neck. She kicked out automatically with her long smooth legs, attempting to dislodge him from above her as she began to feel genuine panic at the prospect of taking him in the ass.
Her boss's body sank triumphantly down between her protesting thighs as they splayed obscenely open, and the broad pulsing tip of his cock shaft pressed demandingly against the protective nylon band of her panties. His pelvis began a deliberate grinding motion against her upturned loins, rubbing the sheer material into the dampening slit of her panty-covered pussy. His hips undulated slowly, slowly, watching the changing expressions on the face of the beautiful woman trapped beneath him, knowing she couldn't stand this torment for long. He gloated to himself that he would soon ignite her body to his lewd probings, and then she would give him what he had wanted since he had first started working with her ... her complete submission to his will!
"Okay, bitch," he ordered suddenly, "roll over on your stomach and get that ass up in the air!"
Too frightened now to do otherwise, Vikki twisted her body into the appropriate position and elevated her buttocks as her lecherous employer had demanded. Almost at once, she felt Elgin boldly ripping the sheer nylon panties from her cowering white buttocks, laughing lewdly, "No sweat, baby, I'll buy ya another pair," as if that was all that concerned her at the moment.
Pulling the thick foreskin back and exposing the huge bulbous head of his cock, Stafford, kneeling up behind her, aimed it directly at the tiny puckered mouth of Vikki's asshole. Abruptly, he spread her inviting buttocks with his thumbs as if he were splitting a sun-ripened peach, at the same time slipping his middle finger in a swiping motion into her involuntarily moistening cunt below. With her own vaginal secretions he lubricated the entrance of her cringing anus, then leaned forward to rest the full length of his throbbing red penis in the baby-softness of her ass-crevice. He drew the tip momentarily back and forth across the puckered orifice, pushing his hands out to further spread her trembling downy cheeks. Then levering himself slightly up from the couch, he gripped her tightly around her waspish waist and began to shove.
Vikki held her breath for what seemed an eternity, then groaned aloud as she felt the unrelenting staff pop suddenly through the tightly restricting ring of satin flesh. She'd expected pain, but nothing, nothing to compare with this! It was as if somebody had shoved a white-hot carving knife up her backside.
"Ohhh ... Goddd! Don't, Elgin, pleeeaaassse!" she begged and pleaded, flailing her long legs out on either side of him, struggling hopelessly to escape the cruel impalement.
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath his awesome girth, trying desperately to dislodge him, but her impassioned struggles only served to worsen her already-hopeless position. With each buck of her body, Stafford's cock skewered hugely into her resisting anal orifice another cruel quarter-inch. And then, in sheer exasperation, she heaved a heavy sigh and allowed her boss' thickly pulsing hardness to slip unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum. She jerked spasmodically for a moment, then knelt quietly to ease the pain of his complete and overwhelming penetration. It was pointless to resist any longer; each throb of her tortured body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to ever greater and more painful dimensions.
"Hey, that's one tight little poop-chute," Stafford complimented lewdly. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you was an asshole cherry!"
In spite of his desire to fuck into her immediately, he reached down and grasped her gently flaring hips, raising her higher up on her knees, and bending her body almost double so that only her face was left touching the leather couch. He ground his teeth and took several long smooth strokes into her, bringing an agonized groan of pain and final humiliation from her pouting lips with each forward thrust.
"How is it, Vikki?" he queried cruelly. "Is it starting to get to you yet?"
It was a question that brought no immediate response from the agonized young aunt.
"I asked you a question, bitch!" Elgin snapped again.
"Oh, Christ ... it's too damned big, Elgin!" she gasped, feeling the renewed pain inside her rectum.
And yet, at the same time, she realized that she was rapidly becoming accustomed to the amazing girth inside her asshole, that her boss's lewd words were as inspiring to her as always. She felt torn and stretched down there, but sheer survival instinct told her that her greatest safety lay in allowing him to have his fun as quickly as possible, despite the pain.
Elgin Stafford groaned as he felt his beaten young employee's anal muscles tighten around his lust-knotted thickness. His cock throbbed harder and he could barely believe his senses when Vikki's creamy buttocks began a slow mechanical rhythm beneath him. He flexed his prick far up into her asshole again to cause her further discomfort, in an effort to maintain his sadistic control of her, but gasped again as he felt her working anus begin to nibble up the full length of his aching shaft like a living glove. His sperm-laden balls were churning in their prickly sac, urging him to greater efforts now that she had fallen so quickly and unexpectedly.
Vikki began rocking her hips back onto her boss's cock, then forward again, feeling its bone-jarring thickness slip out until only the very tip of it remained before burrowing full-tilt back into her. Each time she impaled herself on his slimy hardness, her mouth formed a precious "O" as the wind was knocked from her. And, each time his pulsating shaft slammed into the already-bruised ball of her cervix, she felt a tremor of masochistic delight that brought her to a new plane of understanding with Peggy Norcross. At last, she knew just what she'd been missing!
Behind her, Stafford watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish skin of Vikki's anal mouth drew back with his lust-coated shaft, clasping and slicking to it as though it never wanted to let go. He began a steady pumping motion, lewdly pistoning his blood-engorged cock into the velvet confines of her clinging nether channel as if his very life depended on it. "Oh, shit!" he heard himself stammer mindlessly. "Oh fuck, it's a tight little motherfucker!"
Vikki knelt before him and prayed that her humiliation would not betray her. It was bad enough that he practically owned her outright, without letting him know just how much she was beginning to enjoy this latest in his endless list of personal outrages. And yet, she knew she wasn't fooling either him or herself for that matter, she was enjoying it plain and simple, and she suddenly wanted to enjoy it!
"Oh God, yesss!" she breathed hotly into the slippery crushed leather surface of the couch. "Fuck it, Elgin! Fuck my ass-hole!"
Her eyes were glassy with sightless passion as she thought of the very circumstances of their lewd encounter. She had just offered the brute who fucked her ass like a common street whore not only her own sister, but her sister's son as well! And, the very exciting, very wicked idea of it caused her to shiver delightedly from head to toe as she thrust her hips back still harder onto the flesh that bored deeply into her very soul.
Now, Elgin Stafford was in his greatest evil glory. He liked nothing so much as to have his employees, particularly the uppity ones like Vikki Haydon, finally realize their proper position in life-namely, kneeling as she now was with the full length of his prick buried in her ass! He knew it would be soon that she would begin the short ride to the summit, and he began to fuck into her harder and faster, mercilessly battering the violently quivering cheeks of her white ass with his jack hammer thrusts. His powerful hands gripped firmly at her narrow waist, kneading the pliant flesh there as if it were bread dough. His lips bared back against his smoke-yellowed teeth and he felt as if he couldn't close his mouth as his breath came in short staccato bursts that crackled obscenely throughout the dimly lit office-suite. "Oh, Jesus!" he bellowed. "Oh sweet fucking ... Jesus!"
Vikki felt suddenly alive with a passion that threatened to devour her. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life, but at the same time, she couldn't contain the thrills that tripped up and down her spine in rapid succession. It was as if through her very sublimation she had been released from an oppressive bondage that had kept her enslaved for years. Oddly, she felt a surge of power course through her in her humiliation; she could at will, she knew, bring Elgin over the brink at her own discretion, just by milking the muscles of her asshole ... and she decided to do just that!
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" the fat employer bellowed as he felt the coffers of his dam begin to burst. "OHHH SHITTTTTTT!"
Vikki's voluptuous body arched up wildly and spasmed, holding on tightly to the erupting length of flesh embedded in her most secret recesses, not moving but quivering and clenching around its turgid girth in rhythmic pulses. She, too, was on the edge of the precipice, but she wanted to luxuriate in the sensation of Elgin's sperm squirting into her asshole by the cupful before allowing herself to slip over the rim; it was all too delicious to stop now!
Stafford humped and pumped like a man insane as he emptied his bloated red balls into the asshole of his redheaded employee. Slowly, almost imperceptively at first, he felt her body begin to churn out its own release beneath him, rising like a crescendo of lust until it erupted from her throat in a scream.
"Oh dear God, Elgin ... Elgin, darling, I'm THERRRE! ... I'M CUMMMMMMINNNGGG! AAAuuuRRRgggHHH!"
Elgin Stafford made one last vicious stroke that smacked his pelvis against her quiveringly upturned ass-cheeks like a leather strap, and held it there, shuddering his final, earth-shattering release. Vikki shook and trembled under him for a long lingering moment, and then it was over.
She collapsed limply forward away from him onto the slippery leather couch, his spent penis slipping wetly out of her asshole with a slight pop, thin rivulets of his white sperm oozing out of the now-expanded opening to pool lewdly at the juncture of her velvety close-pressed thighs, "Oh, Elgin," she breathed to his infinite delight, "that was something else!"
"You liked that, did ya, bitch?" he cackled. "Well, we'll see what your big sister thinks of it when the time comes!"
Vikki felt her heart leap into her throat. "H-How do you know I'm talking about my sister?" she queried desperately.
Stafford leaned back on his beefy haunches and heaved a delighted sigh. "Simple arithmetic, Vikki," he returned in response to her question. "The other night you told me your nephew was in town, so I just put two and two together ... When you said you had a 'team,' I figured you must mean the kid's mama ... your sister." He got to his feet then and began to rifle through the heap of clothing on the floor in search of a cigarette. "That's what I like about you, kid," he laughed. "You're a pervert, just like me!"
Vikki shivered irrepressibly at the diabolical tone of his accompanying laughter. Still, there was no point in arguing about it ... the truth was the truth.