Chapter 3
Bewildered, Linda was forced to submit to the man's lascivious kiss and fondling. Suddenly he pushed her away, and she landed roughly on a wooden chair, the hard surface smacking her tender bottom.
"You're in a lot of trouble, girl!" he announced, and began pawing through her handbag.
"I'm in trouble?" Linda echoed unbelievingly.
"Just wait till I report the way you've treated me!"
Klein seemed disinterested in her threat as he pulled out her. ID and looked at it. "Linda Thompkins, huh? This your present address?"
"Yes! But I don't see... " He jotted her name and address on a pad.
"Well, just let me tell you." Klein's wet eyes glinted. "You were caught in the stable area without a pass, and that's a serious violation of law. Then to cover yourself, you gave me a line of bullshit about a fixed race, slandering Greg Thraxton, a reputable. trainer, and Pedro Solis, one of the top riders at the track."
'`I don't care who they are!" Linda retorted angrily. "I'm only telling you what I heard."
"Well, I don't believe you for a minute. And neither wil anyone else."
"Then just let me get out of here!" Tears sprang Linda's eyes, and she tried to get up.
"Take it easy!" Klein pushed her back into the chair.
She stared up at him, frightened and confused. She had never been in a situation like this before.
A lustful warmth came into Klein's eyes as he stood in front of her. "Your ID says you're nineteen. That means you're an adult in this state. You could, uuh, get out of this spot kind of easy."
"What do you mean?"
"Just be nice to me," Klein said.Linda could scarcely believe her ears.
"Otherwise," the security man went.on, "I'll have to file charges against you. You'll be taken to jail and fingerprinted and... "
"NO!"
"Then get smart," Klein said softly, his eyes twinkling more lewdly than ever.
Linda didn't know what to do. The thought of submitting to the repulsive man nauseated her. She had never been' with anyone but Hal, and that had been four years ago. But she feared that Klein really would send her to jail, and she had no evidence against him or the men who were plotting the fixed race.
Klein leaned forward and helped her to her feet. Her eyes were wide, and her pink lips were parted, as he backed her against the edge of his desk.
"Sit there," he said.
Linda didn't know what he had in mind. She sat on the edge of his desk, trembling: He turned to the chair she had been occupying and drew it up in front of her. 'He sat on it.
"Now just let me slip your pants off," he said.
Her senses reeled. He wanted to do a very nasty thing with her, and she knew what it was. But at least it would be better than letting him shove his awful cock into her body, she thought.
She didn't .actually agree to the degradation. But she was afraid to resist it.
Klein unfastened her pants and drew them down, and she rolled from one buttock to the other, on the edge of his desk, letting him pull the pants out from under her seat. A wave of embarrassment washed over her as the man drew her panties down her legs and off, together with her shoes.
Her shirt hung down and partially hid her white panties with the little pink flowers on them. "You're a mighty pretty girl!" Klein husked, rubbing his fat hands along her firm bare thighs. His hands crawled onto her panties, and his fingers hooked around the top elastic.
"Oooh!" Linda mewed in humiliation.
The man pulled her stretchy silken briefs down -and the puff of delicate light-brown hairs on her mount of Venus came into view. Staring down as his fat hands denuded her, Linda could hardly believe it. She shut her eyes shamefully, her checks glowing red.
Klein took her panties off her toes and tossed them aside. He gripped each of her smooth, dimpled knees and spread them apart.
"Aaaawwwww!" Linda said, her humiliation increasing..
She heard the man wheeze as he stared at herpussy. It was one of the cutest cants he had seen in all his forty-five years. The hairs that lined Linda's snug fissure were sparse and as fine as spun silk. The puffy flesh beneath them was light-beige.
"Slide forward just a little," Klein said, his voice deceptively soft. "Brace your feet on the corners of my chair seat."
"Oooh, noooooh...!" Linda moaned.
Klein took hold of her thighs and drew her forward, so that only the soft bulges of her buttocks remained on the desk. He guided her feet where he. wanted them and swung her knees as far apart as they would go. Then he gripped her underneath her thighs and lifted a bit, rocking her backward. She had to brace her arms against the desk behind her, to keep from falling.
She stared at the ceiling, her mind seeming to do cartwheels. She felt terribly degraded.
Klein stared at her wide-open crotch, which was just inches in front of his face. Beneath her plush pussy, the brownish dimple of her anus, with its converging tiny puckers, was on display.
Breathing harder than ever, he brought his thumbs to the pretty girl's cunt and stretched its praderies open.
"Oooooooooh!" Linda moaned again, as she felt cool air tickle the interior of her damp twat.
Klein visually devoured the succulent pale-pink flesh that he had exposed. Linda's clit was delightfully small, its tip gleaming like a baby pearl. The mouth of her cuntal crevice seemed to throb as. Klein stared at it.
He bent closer and inhaled her girlish scent, which was stronger than usual because of the exciting scene she had observed next to the stables.
Suddenly Klein drove his bull-like head the rest of the way into her defenseless crotch, his mouth smacking damply against her open cunt.
"UUUH!" she exclaimed, shuddering.
The man's tongue penetrated her luscious pussy, sending sensuous throbs coursing through her. She tried to steel her self against the disgraceful pleasure pulses, but had only scant success. Despite her abject humiliation, she turned on.
"Ooooh... Goddd... noooooh!" she panted.
Klein's awful tongue was swabbing along her soft trough, hotly licking the tip of her ditty, stroking her piss-vent, and wetly circling the mouth of her vagina. His oral organ scurried in and out of all her wiggly little folds, activating every nerve ending in her sensitive cunt. He was breathing noisly through his nose, the warm blasts striking the satin slopes of her tilted thighs and stirring the gossamer hairs on her mons. His mouth made the disgusting sounds of a pig at its swill.
Linda's brain reeled more giddily than ever, and her entire body seemed to palpitate like a gigantic exposed nerve. She could feel her pussy flaring against the mans licking tongue and sucking lips. Despite her wish, she pushed her honeypat more firmly against his voracious mouth. His tongue fluttered hotly in and out of her.
"AAAAWWWWWWW!" she bawled, her hips jerking spastically.
Klein quickly got up, knocking her feet off the corners of his chair. She would have slipped to the floor if he hadn't grasped her legs to support her. She was dismayed as he twisted her, flopping her onto her belly -across his desk. She grasped the arms of his swivel chair at the opposite side of the desk.
"NOOOH!" she cried. "YOU CAN'T DOOOOO THAT!"
"The hell I can't!" he snarled, spreading her thighs wide apart.
Her hips hinged at the edge of his desk, her pussy hanging over it. Her voluptuously-shaped buttocks quivered. With Klein pushing against the small of her back, there was no way she could get up, and she couldn't reach him with her arms or legs. All she could do was flop helplessly, like a beached fish, as he ripped open his pants and prepared to rape her.
His small prick stuck out and upward beneath his. big belly, but Linda couldn't see it. She knew what it was when she felt it, however, and she tensed, though her whole hody was throbbing.
Klein knifed into her slippery, slitted flesh, sinking to his entire length within her shocked vagina.
Linda gasped.
Though Klein's prick was of modest size, it felt huge to the girl who hadn't been penetrated in so long. Its cylindrical hardness expanded her channel, its head seeming to be lodged very deep.
Her giddiness had reached such a stage that she felt cut loose, from earth, as if she were tumbling in the trackless.void of space while Klein stroked, buffeting her on the desk top. His clothed front' smacked her bouncy buttocks, his weapon spearing her plundered pussy again and again.
Her degradation was awful. Still, she responded passionately, shaming herself even more. She moaned, as much from dismay over her own response as from the abuse Klein was heaping upon her.
He fucked her harder and faster, clutching her rounded hips with his fat hands. He wiggled her ass. Pinching her rubbery buttocks apart, he gazed at her tight, tiny asshole as he drive-shafted her cunt.
Linda was on the verge of a swoon. Her eyes turned up in .their sockets, and her head lolled crazily. Herhat tumbled off, and her long hair hung down ai~ar "= her face.
Klein's chair skidded away, and her upper body hung free. The blood rushed to:her head as the fat man gave her rear a ruthless brubbing, his prick. jabbing incessantly into her upturned quim.
Her passionate palpitations heightened until she was gasping and flopping on the desk. Her clit was unmercifully rubbed and squeezed by the hard wood, enhancing her shameful delight.
"Noooooh... oooooh... AAAAAHHHGH!" Linda rasped, jerking and coming. Hot waves of ecstasy coursed through her fucked flesh.
Klein spurted inside her, voiding his balls in great gushes which overfilled her small pussy and oozed out around his quivering rod.
"Oooooooooooh!" Linda sighed, going imp. Her entire body felt weightless. Her brain swirled.
Klein drew back, withdrawing his penis from her pink flesh. He watched her pussy softly contract, a whitish glob of sperm hanging at its entrance.
He slapped her ass. "Getup!"
Linda hardly knew if she was afoot or horseback as she pushed herself slowly off the desk and onto shaky legs. Goo dribbled down between her thighs. Her hair was mussed and hanging across her cheeks. She still felt dizzy, and had to clutch the desk to keep from falling.
"Pull your pants on and, get out of here!" Klein said, wiping his cock on his handkerchief before putting the gratified organ away.
"I... I'm so wet and messy!" Linda blurted.
Klein handed her his soiled handkerchief. "Just hurry up. I've got work to do."
Linda wiped herself shamefully, while he watched, then handed the handkerchief back to him. He dropped it into the wastebasket.
"If you tell anybody about this, I'll deny it, of course," he said while she feverishly pulled on her panties. She was sniffling back a sudden rush of tears.
"D-don't worry! I wouldn't... admit such an awful... thing happened!"
"That's good," Klein said. "And you hadn't better say anything about what you think you heard in the stables, either, cause that would just incriminate you for being back there."
Linda didn't care about the fixed race any more. Her shame over-rode everything else.
After pulling her outer pants on and stepping into her shoes, she fixed her hair as best she could, working quickly while she held her compact mirror in a shaky hand.
Klein had sat down behind his desk and was putting his papers in order, which had slid aroundas she lay on them.
"I think you're... horrible!" she said, her eyes flashing.
"Yeah?" Klein chuckled. "Well, I think you're damned good - as a piece of ass!"
She turned and strode from his office, her cheeks blazing. Outside she realized that she had forgotten her hat, but she didn't want to go back for it. She felt badly soiled; her pussy still leaking Klein's awful stuff onto the crotchband of her panties.
Alone in his office, the fat man reached for the phone on a corner of his desk and punched out an extension number. He waited, drumming pudgy fingers on the desk top.
"Is Thraxton around there?" he barked after the extension was answered. He paused, listening. "Yeah? Well, I don't give a shit how busy he is. This is Klein, and I want to see him in my office right away."
Encountering further objections, he snarled, "Tell him he'd better get over here, or I'll nail his ass to the wall. And I can do it."
He slammed up the phone and muttered to .him, self, "I'm gonna get a piece of that fix or know the reason why."
Linda was hurrying through the crowd, drawing curious glances because of the distraught look on her face. Her titties quivered.
"The results of the first race have been declared official!" the voice of the track announcer boomed through the plant.
"Hal?"
He turned to look at his sister as she rushed up behind him on the grandstand ramp.
"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded irritably.
"Oooh, Hal... Hal... " She clung to him, unmindful of the stares of those around them.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked, obviously concerned He tried to straighten her so that he could look at her face.
"Something awful happened, but I can't tell you about it," she said, fighting back sobs. "I just... can't!"
Hal squinted as he stared at her, and she turned away, dabbing at her eyes with a hankie.
"Where were you?" he demanded. "What were you doing?"
"I said I can't tell you, and I mean it!"
Her vehemence backed him off. "Okay."
He continued to gaze curiously at her as she gradually brought herself under control.
"Well, I lost the first one," he reported.
"Oh?" Linda tried to get interested. "Was it close?"
"My horse ran dead last," Hal said dismally. "And it was a strong pick, too. Well, my friend said they don't all work out the way you figure."
"I want to go home, Hal."
"Go home? Are you crazy? I've got a big play coming up in the fifth."
"Which horse?" Linda asked.
Hal grinned. "What do you care? You don't know one from another."
"Maybe I know more than you think."
Hal gazed at her more curiously than ever. Finally he said, "I've got to take you some place where we can have a quiet talk."
He grasped her arm and began steering her through the crowd. There was, something about her expression that attracted the special interest of the men who saw her. The less experienced among them didn't quite know what her look conveyed, but the worldly wise knew that she had just been fucked.
Hal wasn't quite that wise himself, since his experience of the last few years had been with German whores, who looked well-fucked all the time. And he couldn't equate his baby sister with them, regardless of what her appearance suggested.
"What horse are you going to play in the fifth, Hal?" Linda persisted as he dragged her along behind him. "I have to know!"
"Daddy's Dream," Hal said over his shoulder. "He's a standout."
"You can't play him! He's going to lose!"
Hal stopped and turned to confront his sister.
"She's right!" a perky black girl spoke up beside them. She had tits the size of canteloupes, their stems making dents in her jersey blouse.
"Yeah, what makes you say that?" Hal asked the pretty bystander.
"Because the favorite's gonna win the fifth," the girt replied. "My fortune teller told me."
"No, the favorite isn't going to win it, either!" Linda said impatiently.
"Hey, baby, you act like you really know," the black girl's dudish escort remarked.
"Yeah, Linda," Hal said: "Where'd you get your information?"
"Maybe we'd better have that quiet talk after all," she told him, and they hurried toward the restaurant near the main entrance of the grandstand.