Chapter 3
Fred pressed his fingers into the quivering, soft white flesh of his wife's breast. He pressed his lean, hard body onto her soft, supple flesh, and clamped his lips firmly over her mouth. Clair parted her teeth and Fred slid the wet meat of his tongue into the horny wetness of her mouth.
His erect penis lay against her pelt of light-brown pussy hairs. He reached down with his other hand and buried her fingers into the swelling, juicing lips of her pussy. The cunt meat was wet to his touch.
"Ready, darling," he murmured, jerking his tongue out of her mouth.
"Mmmmm, hmmm," Clair murmured in reply. He slid back, crouching between her outspread legs. Clair raised her knees and spread her legs wide apart.
Fred pressed the hot, horny palms of his hands into the sheets and raised himself up.
"Help me a little?" he gasped passionately.
"Sure, darling," she cooed. She lifted her head and shoulders off the pillow. Fred panted anxiously above her as she reached out a long, lean arm and seized the shaft of his erect prick.
Fred thrust forward. She inserted the swollen head of his prick into her wet, quivering cunthole. Fred slid towards her naked crotch, burying his prick to the root in her brown-haired cunt.
"Oh, it's good," Clair murmured absently.
Fred began working his prick slowly in a circular motion around her aching twat. Clair reached up her arms and pressed her hands into the lean, firm, masculine skin of her husband's back. She pulled him down onto her naked torso, her small mounds of breasts pushing their tiny pink nipples into the wiry black hairs covering his chest.
"Oh, Clair," he murmured, sliding his hands under the graceful curves of her naked back.
Clair pressed the back of her head into the pillow. She opened her mouth wide, and Fred clamped his mouth over her lush, sensuous lips. She wriggled, grinding her bare buttocks into the sheet as he again thrust his tongue into the hot, horny wetness of her mouth. She closed her lips tightly over his invading tongue and began sucking hard on the wet, hot flesh.
Fred slid his hands down her back, his knuckles rubbing against the smooth, linen surface of the bedsheet. He dug his fingers into the smooth, white, rounded flesh of her buttocks and began pumping his dick in and out of her juicing cunt.
"Fred, Fred, Fred," Clair moaned, digging her fingernails into the skin of his back. His wiry, black pubic hairs meshed with the light brown curls covering her cunt. He ground his crotch tightly against hers, the head of his prick pressing tightly against the walls of her cunt. He slid his fingers down the lining of stiff hairs covering the walls of Clair's ass crack, then pushed his finger against the pink, tender flesh of her anus. Clair shrieked, and ground her buttocks hard against his ass-clutching hands.
Fred felt semen begin to creep into the base of the shaft of his cunt-embedded prick. He contracted his ass-hole and took several long, deep breaths to hold back his orgasm. He jerked one hand out from under Clair's ass and slid it between their locked-together crotches.
Clair sighed softly as his fingers pushed roughly into the light brown curls over her swollen twat meat. She groaned as his fingers found the wrinkled folds of cunt meat in which her clit was buried. He pushed a fingertip down hard on her tiny love bud.
The walls of Clair's cunt began to contract and suck at his penetrating cock. Fred pressed his lips tightly against his wife's mouth, ramming the wet, meaty tip of his tongue against the roof of her mouth. He scissored her tiny love bud between impassioned fingers. Clair shrieked loudly, her lithe, naked body quivering as she climaxed.
The sucking motions of her cunt made it impossible for Fred to continue holding back. His penis began jerking violently inside her snatch, ramming its swollen head against the quivering walls of her cunt.
Clair's orgasm exploded in her brain. She jerked her hands away from Fred's back and thrust her arms out wide on either side of her writhing white-skinned, naked form. She dug her fingers into the sheet and let out a long, low wail of animal passion. Then hot gobs of semen splashed against the walls of her cunt.
Fred pulled out with an abrupt jerk of his hips. He rolled off her naked, shuddering body and stretched out next to her, his breath coming in deep heaves.
"Oh, darling," said Clair, gasping, "That was wonderful." She turned on her side and threw her arm over Fred's inert form. His chest rose up and down like a bellows as he fought to normalize his breathing.
"You're just great, honey," he said, turning his head to one side and planting a hard kiss on the smooth, graceful curve of her neck.
Clair inched forward and let her tiny, pink-bud nipples brush against the hairy skin of Fred's arm. She reached into his crotch and began toying with his limp prick.
"Such a cute little penis," she cooed, squeezing the softened male flesh between her slim, white fingers. The male member quivered at her touch.
"Can I have some more," she said coyly, tugging at the limp, wrinkled cock meat.
"In a minute, or two," Fred panted. He turned on his side and wrapped his arm around Clair's back. . He pressed her naked form to his hairy, lean torso. Clair rubbed her tiny nipples tightly against the skin of his chest, still holding his semi-erect cock.
She sat up slowly, releasing her grip on his penis. Fred pressed his buttocks into the sheet and spread his legs wide apart. Clair knelt between his outspread legs and bent her face to his crotch. She seized the base of his soft prick and licked at the head with the tip of her hot, horny tongue. She squeezed the softened shaft tightly, then pressed the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the head of the prick.
Fred groaned at her touch and thrust his buttocks upwards. Clair opened her mouth and let his limp prick slide between her lush, thin, sensuous lips. She sucked hard on the softened member until the penis stiffened and thrust its swollen head against the roof of her mouth. Then she jerked her face abruptly away from his crotch.
"Care to suck me off a little," said Fred passionately. He reached up as he spoke, seizing her small mounds of breasts. He dug his fingers into the base of the white swells of female flesh, pinching the small boobs.
His hot, horny hands burned with lust as the hardened pink nipples dug into his palms.
"No honey," gasped Clair, the lips of her naked snatch swelling out wide. "I want you to come inside me."
Fred felt a momentary pang of disappointment. But the sight of his wife's kneeling, naked form made his passion surge as his prick stood straight up from his aching crotch.
"Sure," he said.
Clair rolled over and lay on her side. Fred turned, and pressed his mouth tightly against hers. He draped his arm over her supple nudity and pressed the palm of his hand firmly into her buttocks. Clair pressed her crotch hairs against the swollen head of his cock.
Fred seized the thick shaft of his erect prick and shoved the quivering, male flesh in between Clair's thighs. She rubbed the lean insides of her thighs tightly against the taut, male skin, then slid downwards. The head of Fred's cock nestled into the wrinkled folds of her cuntmeat. Clair shot her slim Fingers down and gripped the cock meat tightly, shoving the quivering member deep into her pulsating pussy walls. She reached up a slim, white-skinned arm and draped it over her husband's back.
Fred ground his crotch tightly against hers. His prick head slammed into her pussy walls. Clair pressed her fingers tightly into his buttocks. Fred slid his hand between their locked together bodies and again grasped the skin of her pussy.
"Oh, Fred!" Clair shouted, her passions rising like fire at the touch of his hot, horny fingers against her pussy hairs.
"Look," she said, arching her buttocks back and leaving a space between their locked-together groins. She could see Fred's prick sliding in and out of her cunt. Fred paid no attention. He dug his fingers deeply into the soft, supple flesh of the graceful curves of his wife's back, his Fingers groping for her cunt meat. He slid his hands down to her buttocks, and shoved his passionate fingers down into her asscrack.
"Ouch! Oh, Fred, please don't do that," Clair moaned, "It hurts-its taking my mind, OFF!, off what we're doing."
Fred grunted, and jerked his finger out of the sensitive flesh of Clair's tender anus. She sighed softly, and pressed her tits against the rough, hairy skin of his lean torso.
"So how does it feel to be a big executive," she cooed, rubbing her pussy hairs against the smooth plane of Fred's stomach.
"Feels pretty good right now," Fred grunted, sliding his prick rapidly in and out of her quivering cunt. Because he had just come, he didn't worry about shooting his bolt too fast. .
He groped around the wrinkled flesh of his wife's cunt, and again found the tiny, white bud of her clit.
"Oooh, oh!" Clair shrieked, and sank her teeth gently into Fred's chin. The walls of her cunt began to contract and suck at his penis. She climaxed rapidly, her lithe body shuddering.
"Come soon, please come soon, I can't stand it," she gasped, pressing her hand firmly into Fred's back.
Fred wasn't quite ready to come. But his wife's urgent pleas told him he would have to hurry if he wanted to complete the coitus. He rapidly fantasized, conjuring up in his mind images of naked flesh. He thought for a brief moment of a black skinned, impassioned woman. The fantasy did it. Semen rose up in the base of the shaft of his cock.
"Hurry please!" Clair cried, "I can't stand it!" Fred lunged forward and his cock began jerking violently inside her cuntwalls.
The pressure of his cock head against the walls of her cunt drove Clair's passions to an unbearable level. She felt relieved when hot gobs of semen splashed against the walls of her pussy, and jerked her snatch away from her husband's crotch.
Fred's penis was still jerking, shooting tiny drops of hot semen onto the supple, white plane of Clair's stomach.
"You're making me all wet," she said with a girlish giggle. She reached down and elapsed the stiff cock to the smooth, white plain of her stomach. She bent her body and rubbed the semen off the cock's head onto her small mounds of breasts.
"I'll only be a minute, darling." she murmured, steeping off the bed and dashing quickly out of their bedroom. Fred lay back, pressing his head into the pillow. He felt satisfied and relaxed, his penis sinking lazily down between his masculine, hairy thighs.
Clair walked back into the room a few minutes later. She plopped down on the bed, rolled over, and threw her arms over Fred's naked form.
"My big, new executive," she murmured, pressing her lips to his ear.
"Big and new is right," said Fred ruefully, staring up at the white plaster ceiling. "But holding down the fort, well-"
"Well, you'll hold it and hold it," said Clair, interrupting him softly. She reached into his crotch and seized his penis, then cupped her hands over his hairy balls. The penis lay limp against her palm.
"Tired, honey," she said.
"Yeah," said Fred wistfully. "Been one hell of a day-changing offices, yelling at clerks, the whole menage."
"Well, I think we'll just give it a rest," said Clair, gently pulling her hand away from his soft, warm sex.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry I can't be here for your birthday tomorrow," she said.
"Well, we can celebrate together the day after," said Fred. "Just you and me, I guess."
"Guess so," said Clair. She turned her head to hide the sly smile that had forced its way across her sensual lips. She and her neighbors, the Waites, were planning a surprise party for Fred the following night.
"Worst thing about that funeral," said Fred with a sly grin, "is that now I have no excuse."
"No excuse for what, honey?"
"A couple of the other execs are planning some kind of bash for me in a hotel tomorrow night-can't tell them I have to duck out to be with you, now."
"I'm sure you can stand the strain," said Clair with an amused murmur.
"Yeah, it'll probably be something stupid, like a nude woman jumping out of a cake-Masters was all smiles and chuckles when he told me about it this morning."
"Well, I think that's wonderful," said Clair, a tone of mock irritation in her lush, contralto voice. "Here I go, off to bury poor old Aunt Martha, and you'll be looking at some slut's tits. Fine." She pouted and twisted her pretty face into a grimace.
"I promise to keep my eyes shut," said Fred with a grin. "You know what I think about stuff like that-but if the others start thinking of me as an oddball, well, we might just have to go on welfare."
"I'm too proud for that," said Clair with a laugh. "Why, I'd just go out and sell my body on the streets."
"But honey, what would the neighbors think?" asked Fred, a tone of mock shock in his voice.
"You mean our neighbors think?" said Clair, twisting her sensuous features into a look of complete surprise.
"They must do something when the TV isn't on," said Fred with a chuckle. He leaned his head into the pillow and closed his eyes.
"Hey, you look tired," said Clair softly.
"Just about to pass out." She leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Fred's lips. He was fast asleep almost before she had pulled her face away from his.
She slid under the blankets, turned on her side and buried her aubum-haired head into the pillow. She reached down and gently placed her hands over Fred's genitals.
"Wish I had some more of you," she thought, fingering the softened male flesh. She turned, lying on her naked back, and quickly fell asleep.
"Goddamn it," thought Fred, "if I hear one more 'happy birthday', I'll throw a fit!"
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the mahogany top of his huge desk. He had spent the day in meetings with the company's big wigs, setting up his work and new responsibilities. Everywhere he went the secretaries and clerks were congratulating him with broad smiles and limp handshakes.
The phone on his desk rang shrilly, causing him to jerk around in his chair.
"Gold," he said, then silently cursed himself for not answering the phone with his new title.
"Hey, hi, Fred," a familiar, coarse voice answered.
"Hello, Tom," said Gold, trying to make his voice sound enthusiastic. Masters was important to him, to his career. But he didn't like the man very much. He found him to be loud, and a bit too reckless for his rather conservative tastes. He had to work hard at coming up with solid excuses for not joining Masters and some of the other execs on their raucous lunchtime jaunts.
"So how's the kid doing so far," Masters boomed. Fred winced at the reference to his age. Twenty-nine was very young indeed for a full vice-president. He knew his age counted against him, one more obstacle to struggle against as he rose up the corporate ladder. And although they showed no sign of it, Fred felt they must bear him some resentment for reaching at twenty-nine a position they hadn't obtained until they were in their late thirties.
"Everything is running fine, so far," said Gold, hoping he sounded sharp and with it.
"You haven't forgotten our little arrangement for tonight, have you," said Masters. Fred could almost see the lusting look on the man's wrinkled, heavy-jowled features.
"No, Tom, I sure haven't," said Fred, hoping he sounded like he was anything but bored with the whole idea.
"Say, I almost forgot," said Masters, "Your wife isn't planning anything, is she?"
Fred was about to tell him that Clair was off to her Aunt's funeral.
"Well, not until much later," he said instead. He didn't want to give Masters an excuse to let the affair run all night.
"Great!" Masters roared. Fred jerked the receiver away from his ear sharply at the coarse, loud sound of the man's voice. "We'll have one hell of a good time-just you wait and see!"
"It's great what you guys are doing," said Fred, hoping he'd used the right phrase to express his non-existent gratitude.
"Well, got to get back to," said Masters. Fred heard the phone click and he hung up his phone.
"What a way to make a living," he muttered to himself, "watching some poor young woman dance around naked in front of a bunch of boors!"
He forced the image of what the evening would be like out of his mind and turned back to the paperwork on his desk.
Masters strode into his office at about ten minutes after five.
"Don't tell me you're not ready yet," he said. Fred jerked his head up from his desk. With a sigh, he put aside the pile of papers he had been working on and leaned back in his swivel chair.
"A little early in the evening, isn't it," he said, killing himself to draw his handsome young features into a smile.
"Never to early to party," boomed Masters. His portly frame seemed to fill Fred's office.
Two other executives walked in behind him. Fred waved to them and locked the broad smile onto his features. Williams and Hendries were a little easier to take than Masters, but not by much.
"Hello, Bob, hello, Bill," he said cheerfully.
"Just can't take you away from your desk, huh?" said Williams with a sly grin. "Well, tonight we're going to take your mind off work. Guaranteed."
"You just bet your ass," Masters chimed in.
The three of them stood before Fred's desk, watching him as he put the paperwork into a drawer.
"They are," he thought, gazing at their grinning faces and suited forms, "There is the three stooges. Too bad I'm not in entertainment-I'd make a million with this clown show."
"You guys have to be in bed early or something," he asked, kicking himself to spread a broad grin across his face.
"No, not us," said Williams. "Got our passes for the night!"
"So why so early a start," said Fred with an amused look. N
"Well, we've got a lot to accomplish," said Masters. He turned to the other two businessmen and winked at them slyly. "First, we're going to take you out to a little place we've been known to inhabit!"
"Oh, shit," thought Fred, "here it comes. Why two grown men could get such pleasure out of looking at a naked woman, I'll never know. And they're all married men."
Fred tried his best to look excited as he stepped away from his desk.
"Lead me to it," he said, hoping his voice did not reflect the tired boredom he was feeling.
They walked quickly out of the massive, glass-walled office building and into the crowded streets. Masters raised a beefy arm and called a cab. Seconds later a taxi pulled up. to the curb and the three of them piled in.
"Here we are," said Masters with a huge, lusty grin. They were standing in front of a garishly-lit bar front. The huge neon sign atop the frail-looking brick structure spelled out "Topless, Bottomless' in huge yellow letters.
"Just great," muttered Fred, walking behind the others as they pushed open the curtain-covered glass door.
The bar was exactly what Fred expected. Clean looking at first, with the usual piles of litter edging the darkened corners of the barroom. A stage stretched across the back wall of the bar. Several young woman were gyrating wildly, completely naked.
"Heh, heh," chuckled Masters, his gaze fixed on the naked young women. Fred turned his face to the bar.
"Hey, buddy, show's over there," said Williams with a grin, gesturing towards the nude women.
Fred turned his head around and forced a grin across his handsome features.
"Mighty nice," he said, hoping he sounded like he was enjoying himself. The bodies of the dancers held no attraction for him. Perhaps in a different setting the sight of their naked flesh would serve to arouse him; but here, against the cheap decorations of the bar, they seemed to be statues that had somehow been made to move.
The lights went on, the girls vanished off the stage. Masters ordered another round of the watered-down drinks the bar was serving. A sad looking waiter brought the tall, frosted glasses over to the table Masters had gotten for them, right beneath the huge stage. The bar lights dimmed.
"Here comes the main event," said Masters, licking his lips. His eyes glittered with lust.
Fred was thoroughly bored, and the evening was only an hour old. He leaned back in the chair, and stared up at the stage.
"What's next," he thought, taking another sip on his too-sweet drink."An elephant making it with a baboon?"
A blast of loud music startled him, almost causing him to drop his drink. Several of the other patrons began clapping loudly as a tall, lean black woman stepped up on the stage, wearing a light-blue robe. Fred felt a strange tingling in his loins as she started to dance slowly, running her black fingers over the cheap fabric of the robe.
"Oh, shit," he thought as the tingling grew stronger, "I think it's getting to me, too. Guess it's all part of the process of turning into an ass-hole."
He felt himself becoming erect as the woman slowly pulled aside the robe, revealing a smooth, black-skinned torso. She wore a thin blue bikini top, and a pair of gold-edged, blue bikini pants. Fred's erect cock began pushing against the cotton fabric of his briefs.
"She's making me horny," he thought, surprised at his reaction. The woman danced around so that her gracefully curved, black-skinned back was turned to the audience.
Slowly, and with snake-like motions, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of the bikini top. She drew the straps of the garment away from her body and continued to dance, grinding her hips and holding the strings of the bikini top out away from her black-skinned form. Then she jerked the top away from her breasts, and tossed it over her bare, black shoulder.
Of course, the top landed squarely in Fred's lap. He stared down dumbly at the flimsy, blue garment.
"Freddy, baby, you've just won the prize," said Masters with a loud laugh. Fred said nothing. His eyes were fixed on the dancer's naked back. He found himself wanting desperately to see her naked breasts.
She danced, her back to the crowd for about another minute. Then she turned abruptly, cupping her hands under her pear-shaped breasts.
Fred inhaled sharply at the sight of her small, black-button nipples. He glanced over at his three companions, hoping they hadn't heard his gasp.
They leaned back in their chairs, staring up at the dancing, half naked woman with big, sloppy grins on their faces.
The dancer slid her hands down her bare sides, then down to the black, smooth, sensuous flesh of her thighs. She slid her hands up, gripping the elastic waistband of her blue panties.
Fred's erect cock was fighting to break free of his clothing. He found himself panting, waiting for the woman to pull off the bikini bottom and reveal her black cunt. She pulled the sides of the bikini bottoms away from her gyrating hips, then released her fingers and let the elastic waistband of the garment snap back against the soft, supple skin of her thighs. The movement made Fred gasp audibly.
Masters leaned over and pressed his whiskey-scented mouth close to Fred's ear. "Quite a' show, eh," he said hoarsely. Fred noticed that his eyes were fixed on the dancer's naked form.
"It's all right," said Fred, surprised at the eager tone of his voice. He was somewhat amazed at himself for enjoying the sleazy performance.
The dancer wheeled, again turning her naked back to the audience. She slid her fingers under the waistband of the bikini bottoms and slowly began to draw the flimsy garment down her sexy, black legs. She let the garment slide down her calves, then drop to her feet.
Fred's eyes were Filled with the sight of the garment sliding down her sensuous limbs. He gasped again as he saw her firm, rounded ass cheeks, the black buttocks grinding in a steady, rhythmic motion as she danced. She spun around, spreading her arms out wide from either side of her naked torso.
Fred felt like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. He saw her cunt, the triangle of black curls of pussy hair seeming to fill the entire stage. She raised her leg. From where Fred was sitting, he could see the pink meat of her pussylips clearly. She stretched her upraised leg, and Fred stared right into her pink little cunthole.
His lusts began boiling up furiously in him. He watched with total fascination as the dancer completed her act and dashed off the stage.
Masters glanced at his watch. "Time to get the show on the road," he said, pushing his portly frame away from the table and slowly standing up.
"Waiter!" he bellowed. Half the heads in the bar turned to stare at him. Fred felt a slight flush of embarrassment, then quickly covered his feelings.
"Think you shouldn't be so quiet about it, Tom," he said with a sly grin. "Waiter probably didn't hear you."
"Guess I'd better call again," said Masters. He opened his mouth wide, preparing to send another bull like roar through the crowded bar. But the waiter appeared at his elbow. He turned to the scraggly, red-jacketed figure, snapping his big mouth shut.
Masters paid quickly and they strode out of the bar. Fred's mood had improved somewhat. He felt mildly drunk as they walked out into the streets.
"Shit," he thought to himself, "wish to hell Clair'd be home tonight!" His lusts were boiling up in him. The erection that the dancer's sensuous performance had given had faded somewhat, but he could tell that he was still half-erect. "Wait 'till you see what's coming next," chortled Williams. They hailed a cab. Masters muttered some instructions to the driver and the cab shot away through the urban night.
"Where are we going," said Fred, staring out at the unfamiliar streets.
"Hotel Saint George," said Masters with a grin. "That's where we're holding your birthday party."
"Yeah," Williams chimed in, "And that's where we have your present waiting."
"Hey, shut up," said Masters, laughing. "It's supposed to be a surprise."
Fred leaned against the cab's back seat, trying to figure out whether their present would be a necktie or a fountain pen.
The cab pulled to a stop across the street from the large, gothic-looking building. They piled out of the car, Masters paying the driver with a large bill and telling him to keep the change.
They walked quickly into the baroque, over-decorated lobby. Fred sniffed with distaste at the garish sculptures standing on pedestals that were placed in all the wrong places in the mammoth, marble-walled room. Masters went up to the desk clerk, and was handed a set of keys.
"Right this way, gentlemen," he boomed, gesturing towards an empty elevator. They got off at the eighth floor and stepped out into the carpeted hallway.
"Fred, you are one lucky son of a bitch," snickered Williams. Masters strode ahead and stopped by a huge, oaken door.
"This looks like the right place," he said with a broad grin. He shoved one of the keys the desk clerk had given him into the brass-bound lock and grandly opened the door. Fred and the others stepped into what looked like a living room, actually the front room of an enormous suite.