Chapter 1
Jan looked in the mirror. The reflection of her naked body pleased her. She turned around. She glanced down at the reflection of her buttocks. Why was it, she wondered, that her husband wanted to ball her here? It puzzled her. For last night Len had told her he wanted to stick his penis up her rectum. She told him he was demented and sick and turned away from him. However, as she thought about it she was curious to know what sensations a man might acquire slipping his penis up her ass-hole.
She thought no more about it and got dressed. She had to get to work quickly. Being a secretary in a New York office was not easy. The hours were long and everything was high. Rent, food, clothes, transportation. Why she ever decided to get married and leave her comfortable Wisconsin habitat she was beginning to wonder.
Every man she had ever met, from the time she had been in high school, wanted to put the make on her. She had finally agreed to marry Len, but she would not allow him to play with her ass. But if he wanted to slip his huge cock into her vagina or her mouth, that was all right as far as Jan was concerned. Those actions were within the bonds of their marriage. Her father had always taught her the importance of being moral, and as far as Jan was concerned, ass fucking would have been dreadfully immoral.
Hastily dressing she hurried off to work. She was pleased when her boss commented on how nice she looked. But she wasn't prepared for what Mr. Dexter had in mind.
"Come into my office, Jan," Mr. Dexter suggested, "I would like to have you take some notes for me. I have a little letter I'd like to get off to the West Coast."
"Certainly, Mr. Dexter," Jan said, picking up her notebook and her pencil.
As she crossed her legs to take shorthand dictation, she was really angry when Mr. Dexter made an indecent suggestion.
"Why don't you just sit there and part your legs, honey, and let me look at you?"
"I'm afraid I couldn't do that, Mr. Dexter," she told him flatly.
"Honey," he told her, "you've just been here three months. I'm afraid I don't find your work acceptable."
"I think I get the point," Jan said, getting to her feet. "Either I play along with your little sex game or I get fired. Is that it, Mr. Dexter?"
"No, honey," he smiled warmly, "what would ever give you that idea?"
"All right," she said, "if it will give you a great sensation, I will take off all of my clothes and let you look at me. I will even pull on your cock. I will let you slip your fingers in my pussy. The way Len wants me to take care of him. Beyond that, nothing."-
"Who is this mysterious Len we're talking about?" the businessman with the gray hair at his temples leaned forward and asked.
"Len is my husband," she explained. "We are very happily married I'll have you know, Mr. Dexter."
"Baby doll," he smiled, "Mr. Dexter is not a difficult man. I can assure you that. We both can take off all of our clothes. like you say, I would require no more than getting my rocks off. I'll be pleased if you would jack me off and I will finger your snatch. You will discover I'm quite a finger man."
"I'll just bet you are," she quipped. "I'm sure that you've stuck your finger in every pussy that you could around the place."
"You sound bitter, my dear," Mr. Dexter smiled as he picked up his phone and began talking to his secretary.
"I should be, you bastard," she said under her breath.
"Miss Tracy," Mr. Dexter told his secretary, "I'll be tied up in conference for at least an hour. Would you please catch the calls?"
"Certainly, Mr. Dexter," Miss Tracy said, knowing full well what Jan had walked into.
Jan looked at him and smiled.
"It will seem strange being naked before an entire city spread out below," she smiled. "Do you often have sex with your secretaries?"
"Whenever I find one that appeals to me, like you do," Mr. Dexter confessed, "I make a pitch. You'll forgive me. But I feel it's only fair that I get my kicks, too."
"Only fair," she replied.
She was determined in her mind that she was going to keep her job. However, she wasn't prepared for Mr. Dexter's response when she slid out of her panties.
"What a beautiful ass you've got," he exclaimed, "oh, would I love to stick my big cock up that."
She turned around and covered her ass cheeks protectively with her hands.
"Mr. Dexter," she exclaimed, "I wouldn't think of it. That's what Len wanted to do last night. He said I had a cute ass and he wanted to fuck it. Can you imagine such a thing?"
"I sure can, honey," he told her. "Would you just let me lick it?"
Having come from the mid-West where sophisticated and bizarre forms of sex were unknown, Jan shuddered at the thought of it.
"You're demented to want to stick your tongue in my ass," she told him. "I would never consider such a thing."
"My dear," he said, "for five hundred dollars, could I change your mind?"
"For five hundred dollars," she exclaimed, "I know you're gonna want to stick your cock up my ass."
"Now I would put it up slowly, dear," he insisted, "and I have every kind of lubrication here. I happen to be an anal man."
"A what?" she asked in shock and disbelief.
"Anal man refers to a gentleman like myself," he smiled proudly, "who obtains his sexual thrills by sending his penis up a woman's back door instead of her front door."
"What happens if I'm not an anal girl?" she questioned him.
"Has your ass ever been assaulted?" Mr. Dexter smiled as he stood there in his boxer shorts.
"No way," she told him flatly. "I wouldn't think of such a terrible thing. And you have a nerve to even suggest it."
"I do have a nerve,' he laughed, "and I assure you once my penis has slipped up your ass you will be glad that I guided you into this fine form of sexual intercourse, my dear."
She shook her head. But when she saw him open his wallet and take out five one-hundred-dollar bills she nodded her head.
"All right," she said, "you've convinced me. I want to make you happy."
"Are you certain that it isn't that you don't want to make yourself rich?" he smiled knowingly.
"Let's say I have feeling for us both," she told him with a sly smile.
Once she was completely naked and had stretched out on the sofa bed that he had pulled out for their sex get-together, she wondered if it was worth five hundred to go through what she must. For her naked boss got behind her and started mounting her. He was spreading Vaseline all over the head of his shaft.
"Now, sweetheart," he told her, "just let me slip this up your ass-hole and you will enjoy it, I'm sure."
"I'm not so sure," she said, as she watched him slowly easing the thick pulsating penis up her behind.
"Oh, it's hard to get in there," he admitted, "but it'll move in easy in a moment. Just hang in, honey."
"I'll try," she grimaced.
He really enjoyed it as he clasped her smooth ass cheeks and slowly stabbed his cock up her rectum.
"Fuck it," he told her, "that's the way, sweetheart. Twist that tail for me. Oh, baby, now you're grinding. What a fuck."
He was plunging his cock up her ass with vigor and delight.
"That's the way to do it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Now we're grooving, baby. Keep up the fucking. Faster. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it. I love it."
The big penis plunged up her ass-hole. She loved it when Mr. Dexter bent over and played with her bosoms.
"Give it to me, tiger," she begged eagerly. "That's the way I want it. Come on, fuck."
She knew that his rapid-fire cock stabs would bring him to a climax quickly. She wanted to hang on the cliff a little while longer. She was enjoying it so much.
"Play with my pussy," she suggested.
Reaching from her bosom down to her vagina, he let two fingers slide in.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, baby, fuck. Come on, baby. Fuck it."
Every moment he was thrilling to it more.
"Come on, sweetheart," he told her, "that's the way you screw. Oh, baby, fuck. Fuck it."
He couldn't take much of this. All of the sudden his big cock exploded.
"I'm aiming," he cried ecstatically, "oh, baby, I made it. I'm shooting."
The hot sperm shot up her ass-hole. She ground her hips around, squeezing the cream out of his cock.
"You know just how to do it," he told her happily. "Oh, baby, are you ever a good fuck. Use that sphincter muscle. That's what it's made for, baby. Fuck it off."
She was delighted that he could get this excited. And she was all revved up.
"Pull your prick out of my ass," she told him, "and get your tongue in my twat. I want to see how good you are at pussy eating."
Mr. Dexter was delighted. He was hopeful that her only reason for asking was pleasure. What a jolt he got when she suggested, "That's worth a hundred more."
His penis went limp as he pulled it out of her ass and he looked at her.
"Forget it," he told her, "here's ten bucks to buy yourself one of those plastic tongues."
She was disgusted that he became so indignant. Looking at his limp cock she gave him something to think about.
"Do you get impotent that easy?" she asked frankly.
"Never mind my cock," he told her, "I had my fun with you. You're fired."
"Gratitude," she shook her head. "That's my thanks for giving you a good time in my play pen."
She got dressed and left the office. That evening when Len returned home to their small apartment she was stretched out bare ass naked. The moment Len caught sight of her naked ass he knew he had to fuck her.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "you shouldn't tempt a man like that. That's not fair. You know what you're doing to me."
"What am I doing to you, darling?" she asked with a sly smile forming around her lips.
"You know how hungry I am to fuck your ass," he told her. "Please, sweetheart, let me slip it up there. I'll do anything if you'll just let me have your ass."
"You guys are so nuts about fucking, it's silly," she laughed. "I don't see what's so special about my ass at all."
"If you had a big cock," he laughed, "you would understand."
"I'm afraid I can't accommodate you," she laughed.
"You know, tiger," she smiled, "I've been giving that ass fucking some consideration. Although I can't really understand what's so extra special about it, I just might allow you to do something to my ass, but only if you're very careful. I am very tender back there, you know."
"Oh, baby," he cried out happily, "would you really? I've waited so long to hear you say that. I would really enjoy it. You've got just the right shape ass to fuck." She patted her behind.
"Would it surprise you if I told you Mr. Dexter gave me five hundred to fuck it today?" she asked him honestly.
"What?" he exclaimed. "You mean you sold your ass?"
"Why not?" she asked, looking at him intently.
"I thought you had some character," he told her.
"I do," she said, "but that was my problem. I had too much character of one sort and not enough of the other."
"What happened?" Len asked her, knowing something strange must have taken place.
"I told him off and he told me to take off. I gave in because I had a choice. Either get fired or fucked. I chose to fuck, but I made the wrong mistake. Now I'm canned and I have no job and I feel like a slut."
Immediately Len was all over her.
"Don't let that creep make you feel that way, baby," he told her soothingly. "You're no slut. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known, and you're my wife and I love you. Now, baby, just let me make love to you and you'll forget everything that happened at that office today. It's not important that you got fired. You don't have to work. You can stay home and just take care of me. That's what I've always wanted. I make enough money at my job to support us. You don't need to work. But right now I do need to make love to you."
Jan continued sobbing, for she did feel badly over what had happened. She felt even worse over having given in to Mr. Dexter for she saw now that he had taken advantage of her by way of threatening her position. Now that she no longer had a job, she was sad and angry. Her emotions were overpowering her as she sobbed.
Her husband moved closer to her, circling her within his arms tenderly.
"Baby doll," he whispered, "I can make you forget everything that happened today with that miserable creep Dexter. I can give you sensations you never thought possible. If you'll only let me, I can make beautiful love to you. The kind of love I've always wanted to give that beautiful ass of yours."
"Oh, Len," she sobbed, "I'm afraid. But, all right, honey, I'll let you."
Immediately her young husband unzipped his fly. He reached in and fumbled for his cock. He didn't even take time to get off his pants.
"Arch your ass up, baby," he told her.
"You're not gonna stick it up there without putting some Vaseline on it," she told him emphatically-
She went to the bathroom and got some Vaseline. She rubbed it onto his penis. "Now it's ready," she nodded as she looked at the slippery shaft.
He gripped her buttocks and moved forward.
"Push back to me," he told her, "and we'll have ourselves a hell of a good fuck."
His thick cock rammed up her rectum.
"That's the way, baby," he told her, "fuck. Come on, sweetheart, give me a good screw."
He was plunging his penis up her ass-hole and she loved it.
"Swing, baby," he told her, "don't be a dead ass."
She was a fast learner. Picking up the various tricks of giving a good ass fuck came easy for her.
"Women get paid plenty for this in a whorehouse," he laughed. "It's considered a specialty. Just like cock sucking. Some women won't do it."
"I'm sure they won't," she said as she felt the thick pulsating penis plunging up her tight rectum, bringing her alternating pleasure and pain.
"You've got to keep your ass in motion," he told her. "It's more fun that way. That's it. Now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Keep it up, sweetheart. Fuck."
He was getting more and more stimulated every second. His balls slapped against her behind as his cock rode forward.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's the way to do it. Now you're fucking. Twist it. Oh, baby, fuck off!"
All of the sudden his penis exploded.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, I got it there."
She pinched his penis with her sphincter muscle. His hot sperm shot up her rectum. "Wow!" he panted. "That was a super fuck." She enjoyed giving him his kicks, and he enjoyed having her thrill him.
When he pulled his thick, coated-with-cum cock out of her ass he still wanted action.
"Swing over," he told her, "and let me give you a pussy fuck."
"I said I wouldn't do everything," she reminded him.
"Forget what you said," he told her, "I'm gonna fuck you."
She parted her legs slightly and he flipped his slippery cock into her hot vagina. Her pussy muscles clasped his sliding cock. She let her hands clasp his shoulders. Her hands wandered down to his buttocks. Squeezing his ass cheeks as his cock stabbed into her, she enjoyed him.
"Fuck me," he begged her, "fuck, baby. That's the way you do it. Fuck it. Come on, sweetheart, fuck it."
He was excited now and so was she.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "that's beautiful. Keep your tail twisting. Now. Grind it. Oh, sweetheart, fuck off."
She parted his ass cheeks gently and eased her finger up his ass-hole. He loved her finger feeling his prostate gland.
"Keep finger fucking my ass," he begged her.
"Oh, sweetheart, I love that. Keep it up. Now you're doing it. Just like that!"
Her vagina muscles grabbed his shaft.
"Milk my prick," he exclaimed, "now you're doing it, baby. That's the way I like it. Fuck it off."
The hot cream erupted in her pussy.
"I'm cuming," Len cried ecstatically, "oh, Jan baby. I made it. Milk my prick."
She effectively used her vagina muscles to clasp his cock and get all the cream out of him.
Finished he pulled away.
"That was a good time you gave me," he told her. "I really enjoyed it."
He was pulling off her now and she felt lonely.
"Honey," she told him, "I hope you are going to make me happy."
Len told her that he would make her happy every way he knew how.
However, the next day when he was working and confided in a buddy that he was giving his wife some ass fucks, he was perturbed. For his friend Mark insisted he share Jan.
"Why should I share my piece of ass with you?"
"Have you forgotten so soon?" his friend asked him. "You know damn well why."
Even though he wasn't eager for Mark to share Jan's body, he knew he had to.
"What'll she let you do to her?" Mark asked cagily, trying to determine what the best opportunities would be for him to get his kicks.
"'She digs getting ass fucked," Len confided.
"Glad to hear that," he nodded. "I'm crazy about sticking it up a chick's behind. Is she tight?"
"She is now," he laughed. "I don't know how long she will be with my slippery banana sliding up her butt."
"Why don't you phone her and see if I can come over tonight," he suggested.
"You sure sound horny," his buddy told him with a laugh.
"I am," he admitted. "Call her up. See what you can do."
Finally after some more persuading Len went to the phone and called Jan.
"Hi, beautiful," he began.
"What are you calling me up about?" she questioned him immediately suspicious.
"Just to tell you what a gorgeous chick you are," he laughed.
"That isn't the whole reason you called me," she told him.
"No, it isn't," he admitted candidly. "I was interested in finding out a few things."
"like what?" she asked him.
"Well, the first thing," he laughed, "is whether or not you would like to have an orgy tonight."
"That sounds like delicious fun," she said. "I'm getting so bored sitting in this apartment. I wish you could send tiger over right now and you could join us later."
"Forget it," he told her. "I'm bringing Mark over with me. I wouldn't trust that guy."
"What is Mark like?" she asked him. "Do you think he's a good fuck?"
"How the hell would I know?" he told her. "I haven't taken a census among the broads he's laid."
"All right," she said, "I'll fix dinner for the three of us. Love you."
She hung up.
Going back to the bar where Mark was waiting, he laughed aloud.
"I was afraid she wouldn't go along with it," he told him, "but she surprised me. She's dying to ball with you."