Chapter 3
As time passed, Joan and Del had several sessions on his office couch. She was always ready whenever he approached and never had an excuse or tried to beg off. She enjoyed their screwing as much as he did and eagerly looked forward to each coupling.
As Del had said during their initial interview, she might be called to "entertain" certain clients and prospective clients. She had done such entertaining, although she was surprised at how little she had had to do. Most firms coming to the Peterson Agency did so because of its reputation, and no other persuasion was usually needed. There were, however, on occasion, clients who had to be coaxed or, as was more often the case, just wanted to climb on top of that attractive, sex-laden secretary the boss had.
"Joan," Del said one day in the office, "a Mr. and Mrs. Rogers will be at the Delray Hotel tonight. They want us to handle the advertising for a new line of lingerie they're going to market, and have asked me to furnish the model. I thought of you."
"Why me, Del? It's been a long time since I've done any modeling."
"I know, but they want to keep their new product a secret. They're afraid that if they approach any of the modeling agencies, word of their new line could be leaked before they're ready for it to hit the market. Something like that could not only hurt future sales, but would also give their competitors an opportunity to jump on the bandwagon. You know how designers are. They work under a bigger cloak of secrecy than the best-organized spy agency."
"I know," Joan said, nodding in agreement. "If you want, I'll be glad to model for them. What time should I be at their hotel?"
"Seven o'clock. I had told them I would bring you over, but I have a meeting and won't be able to make it."
"I wish you could," Joan replied, gazing at her boss.
"Well, don't think I didn't have the same evil intentions in mind. I had planned that after the modeling session, you and I might go to a quiet little restaurant for dinner, then to my place for some more quiet explorations."
The thought of the two of them in his apartment sent a spark of excitement to Joan's womanhood. She squeezed her legs together to relieve the sensation.
"Sounds interesting," she said, a sexy tone to her voice.
"We'll make it another time, Joan. That, I promise. That couch is getting awfully cramped."
They both laughed.
The door to the penthouse apartment at the Delray Hotel was opened by Mr. Rogers, a tall, lanky, fairly good-looking man of forty-five or so. He had a warm, friendly smile and immediately escorted Joan into the room.
His wife, who was standing in the room's center, looked to be about the same age as her husband. She had a strange beauty about her and Joan could well imagine this woman, not too many years back, probably being a beauty queen somewhere. She had an exquisite figure, from what Joan could tell through the rich, beautifully designed robe she was wearing. Her blondish hair was touched with strands of gray, which added to her mystique of attractiveness.
"Laura, this is Miss Willis, Mr. Peterson's secretary."
"Hello, Miss Willis. I'm Laura Rogers. This is my husband, Neil. I understand you've done some modeling in the past."
"Yes, Mrs. Rogers, I...."
"Call me Laura. I detest formality."
"And I'm Neil," her husband interjected. "
Joan smiled. They seemed like a very nice couple and certainly made her feel at ease.
"My name is Joan. As I was saying, I did some modeling for a year or so before going to work for the Peterson Agency."
"I assume," Neil intoned, "that Mr. Peterson told you why we didn't want to go to a professional modeling agency."
"Yes, he did."
"We'll pay the going rate, so it's not a matter of money. It's just that we want to keep our new line a secret as much as possible, until we're ready to market it."
"I understand, and there'll be no need for payment. Consider this a business gesture from the Peterson Agency."
"Well," Laura said, smiling, "if all the agency employees are as cooperative as you, I can see why the firm is so prosperous."
Joan smiled a "thank you."
"All right, let's have a look," Neil said, as he walked around Joan, looking her over from head to foot, in what Joan recognized as a typical designer's professional attitude.
"Very good. Very nice." He muttered the words as he visually measured her figure.
"I think she'll do quite well," Laura added. "Let's see, Joan. I would guess your measurements to be 38-26-37, am I about right?"
Joan nodded, knowing these people were pros at their job and could estimate within a millimeter a girl's statistics.
"Laura," Neil said, his eyes toward his wife, "I think we should begin with the 'Evening Wisp' line. What do you think?"
"I agree," his wife replied, staring intently, but professionally, at their young model. "Come with me, Joan."
Laura led the younger woman to the bedroom and once inside, she opened a closet and Joan was exposed to several nightgowns, all of them beautiful, lacy and silky.
"They're gorgeous," she exclaimed, feeling the material, looking each one over.
"Thank you. We're proud of them. We consider these gowns the best we've ever designed. I have them hung on the rack in the order I would like for you to model them. I'll join Neil in the living room so, when you're ready, you can come out."
There must have been a dozen gowns on the rack and Joan modeled each and every one. The Rogerses were satisfied with her performance and were delighted at the way the gowns looked on her. They told her so and seemed as pleased with Joan as they could have been with any professional model.
"All right, Joan," Laura instructed, "there's only one left, number twelve. Try it on and we'll call it a night."
Joan returned to the bedroom and hung up the gown she had been wearing. Putting on the last one in the closet, she eyed herself in the dresser mirror. It was a sheer, slinky gown that hung in layers. Joan was wearing bra and panties, but they were clearly visible through the material. She didn't think much about it, though, and knew the Rogerses to be professional designers.
She walked into the living room and modeled the gown. She then realized they were keeping her longer in this outfit than they had in any of the others. She also noticed that they had her standing in front of a lamp, which allowed her body to be clearly visible in the light.
"Okay, Joan," Laura said, rising from her chair, "that's it. Thank you, very much. Come and I'll help you undress."
"That's all right, Laura, I...."
"Come on," the older woman said, taking her by the hand. "That's the least I can do after the help you've been to us."
Once they were in the bedroom, Laura slowly undressed Joan, touching the sensitive parts of her body, accidentally, Joan thought to herself, as she removed the sheer, sexy nightgown. When the model was down to panties and bra, Laura took her hands and stood back, looking at the lovely body before her.
"You are beautiful, Joan," she said, her breath growing heavy, her eyes roaming the girl's near-perfect figure.
"Thank you," Joan replied, surprised at how Laura was acting.
Joan started to pull away, but the woman held her tightly. She let one hand go, but held on firmly to the other. With her free hand, Laura gently pressed Joan's tits, then her stomach, stopping just above the crown of pubic hair at her triangle. Joan tried to pull away but was held in place. She was caught completely off-guard by Laura's action and didn't know how to cope with the situation.
Suddenly, Joan felt a touch on her back. Neil had walked into the room, unnoticed by her, and was messing with her bra. Before she knew what was happening, it was off. Her tits, those gorgeous mounds of white, smooth flesh with pink nipples, were free, standing upright, pointing straight at Laura.
"Oh, she's beautiful, Neil. Come here. Look."
Without the slightest bit of embarrassment, Neil walked to where he could look at the bare-chested girl. His eyes were as large as saucers as he stared at Joan's beautiful tits.
"What's this all about?" Joan asked, indignation in her voice. "What are you doing?"
"Well," Laura started, in a calm, almost-soothing voice, "first, Neil is going to fuck you, than I'm going to eat your pussy, then you'll eat mine, and maybe even suck Neil's big, beautiful cock. We'll see what happens from there."
"I'll be damned," Joan replied, sternly. She didn't mind sex, but this was somewhat different from what she was used to.
"Take it easy," Neil said in a voice as calm as his wife's. "Nobody's going to hurt you. We're just going to have a little bed-rolling. Surely you enjoy that. A girl with your figure has had plenty of experience, I know. And you'll enjoy it. We promise. Don't we, Laura?"
His wife didn't answer. Instead, she stepped closer to Joan. When Neil took hold of the girl's hands, Laura stroked the young body, massaged the tits, rubbed between her legs, and kissed her on the neck.
Joan squirmed, trying to free herself from Neil's grasp. It was no use. Before she realized it, though, she had stopped resisting and was standing still, letting Laura perform her magic, a magic that soon had its effect. Joan closed her eyes and began to sway with Laura's touches. Even when Neil released her hands, she did not move. They had her in the mood for screwing, and she had no intention of running away.
Neil led her to the bed and pulled her panties to the floor. He undressed and pushed her back on the bed. Laura had been right-he did have a big cock, and Joan lifted her hips willingly as he rammed it into her warm sexual oven. It felt good sliding in and soon they were humping and pumping wildly, anxious to reach their peak. Just when Joan was on the edge of unloading, Neil slowed down. She humped into him faster, wanting him to fuck her until she climaxed.
"Take it easy," Laura said. Joan had forgotten about Neil's wife even being in the room. "Don't worry, he'll fuck you until you come. Just lie there and feel his prick deep inside you. Enjoy it. He'll start pumping again."
Neil's wife was standing by the bed, naked, and Joan noticed that for a woman in her forties, she was certainly well-built. Her tits sagged, but they were firm, and big, and the light hair around her crotch made her even more enticing. Her stomach was flat and her hips spread just enough to be rather inviting.
Laura leaned over and put a hand on her husband's balls.
"Now, Neil, fuck her until she comes. Make her suffer."
Her husband started pounding so hard that it shoved Joan's body all the way to the headboard of the bed. She had never had anyone ride her that way, not even Del, but it was ex citing. Even when her head hit the end of the bed, she still humped with Neil, letting his prick plow into her bubbling inferno. She grunted loudly, as much in pain as in delight, each time his big dick hit her rearmost wall. But she kept raising her hips for more.
"That's it, Neil," Laura cheered from the sidelines. "Shove it into her! Harder! Harder! Make it hurt! Fuck her for all she's worth!"
That seemed to encourage Neil even more. He pulled his cock all the way out and then rammed it home, hard, unmercifully, battering the inside of Joan's pussy until it must have been black and blue.
"No, don't," Joan pleaded, feeling her innards virtually tear apart as the man continued to plunge his large tool into her box, ripping at the tender walls, pushing everything aside as it rushed deeper and deeper, harder and harder.
"Come on, Joan," Laura encouraged, excitement in her voice. "Fuck with Neil. Hump into him. He's screwing you good now and you should be able to come. Lift those hips. Let him shove it out your mouth. Fuck him, Joan!"
The woman's words sent the younger girl's head spinning. She lifted her hips, which allowed Neil to penetrate her bruised, aching furrow even deeper. It hurt like hell, but felt so good at the same time. Joan was delirious. She wanted him to stop fucking her so hard, yet she had to come! She gritted her teeth, dug her nails into his arms, and raised her body. Just as she did, he was on a downward stroke and his prick hit her insides like an iron rod.
"Oh, my God," Joan cried, digging her nails deeper into Neil's flesh, "you're killing me. Stop. Please, stop."
It was no use. Neil was only encouraged to render her further torture. He continued pushing his battering-ram into her until she almost passed out. Oddly enough, though, when she felt his fuck-juice fill her cavern, stinging as it did, she unloaded. Her floodgate opened and she poured out a gallon of the delicious love juice. She grunted and groaned as she had one climax after another, each hurting more than the one previous.
Neil was still filling her box with cum, and she was joining him in climactic spasms. Tears streamed down her face from the pain, but she couldn't stop having orgasms. Finally, though, she was drained. She released her hold on Neil and collapsed on the bed.
Her cunt felt like it was on fire and she imagined it had been stretched at least six inches. It hurt like hell. When she put her hand on her sex mound, even that was sore from where Neil had been pounding against it.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Laura queried, running her fingers across Joan's aching cunt lips, up her stomach and stopping at her tits.
"Yes, it was," Joan gasped, tears still running down her face. "It hurt like hell. My twat feels like it's on fire and I feel like a well-used punching bag inside."
"It'll be okay," Neil said, standing by the bed and staring at his latest conquest. "It does a woman good to have a pounding like that every once in a while. Right, Laura?"
"You bet, honey. You bet."
Joan couldn't imagine Neil riding Laura that way all the time. No woman could put up with that much torture very often.
Seeing the disbelief on the girl's face, Laura spread her own legs and pulled at her cunt.
"Look, Joan."
The aching girl turned and eyed Laura's crotch. The opening to her pussy must have been two or three inches across. She had the biggest cunt that Joan had ever seen.
"It's a biggie, isn't it?" Laura asked, seeing the surprise on Joan's face. "It takes a cock like Neil's to fill it up. And believe me, baby, he does a fantastic job."
Joan couldn't believe what she was seeing, and what was happening to her. She wanted to get up and leave, but didn't know if her body would be willing. She was soon to discover that they had no intention of letting her leave. Not yet.
Laura climbed on the bed, positioned herself between Joan's shapely legs, and buried her face in the girl's sore, delicate cunt.
"No, don't," Joan said, trying to push her away.
Her futile plea was silenced when Neil stepped to the bed and turned her head toward him. His cock was already hard again and that jj big, monstrous pole was only inches from her face.
"No, no...."
Her words were silenced when Neil shoved his wet dick into her mouth and began pumping. Just like when he was fucking her, he had no mercy. He pushed his prick so deep into her throat that she choked, but couldn't cough because of the thickness of his hunk of meat.
Laura was busily eating Joan's pussy, nibbling and sucking on the labia, and ramming her tongue into the flooded love-hole. It didn't take long for Joan to respond to Laura. Soon her hips were moving rapidly, humping against the woman's tormenting oral finger.
Joan was building up quickly, despite that huge hunk going so deeply into her throat that it was choking her. She tried to turn away, but Neil held her in a vise-like grip. Just as she felt his hot fluid paint her tonsils, she unloaded on Laura's tongue and the woman felt it and lapped it up greedily. Laura rammed a finger into Joan's asshole and moved it around. That made Joan climax again and she swallowed hard, trying to keep from choking, as Neil continued to force his cock far into her throat, spilling the last bit of semen left in his storage tank.
When he was finished, he pulled the wet, shrinking rod from her mouth and Joan gasped. She could hardly breathe and Laura was still munching on her box, causing Joan all kinds of hell-but, she came again.
When they finished with her this time, she knew she couldn't move. She felt like someone had thrown a bucket of glue between her legs. The fluid was all over her thighs and had run down her ass cheeks onto the bed. Her face was smeared with Neil's cum and her throat and stomach burned from his jizz-juice.
Joan lay there, her eyes closed, her body aching, breathing heavily, gasping for air. No sooner had she regained some of her strength than she felt the bed give. She opened her eyes to see Laura's big, gaping cunt inches from her face. This time, Joan didn't get the opportunity to voice any degree of defiance. Laura sat down on her face and Joan stuck her tongue in the super-wide sex cavern.
Joan couldn't even feel the opening, the woman's pussy was so huge. But, she wanted to get this over with, so she lapped her as best she could and kissed and sucked her cunt lips. Then, a shudder ran through her body when she felt Neil finger her snizz. Joan tried to shake her head, but with Laura's mammoth box on her, there was little she could do.
Joan closed her eyes and ate out Laura's pussy. Neil continued fingering her, and it wasn't long before her hips were humping into his digit, matching his strokes. Even as sore as her vagina was, and as much as her body ached, he fingered her into another orgasm. When Laura pushed her cunt down hard on Joan's face, the flood that came out washed the girl's tongue, nose, mouth and chin, and then ran down her throat.
By this time, Joan was as limp as a dishrag.
Neil had fingered her into another climax and her snatch ached even more. She was covered from forehead to chin with sex-juice from Laura and Neil; her crotch was one mass of intermingled fluids.
"I'm ready again," Neil said, swinging his big prong at the two women.
"No, please. No. Not again." There was real fear in Joan's voice as she recoiled at the sight of his monstrous pole. Tears came to her eyes and her voice faltered. For the first time in her life, Joan was afraid of a man about to screw her.
"Don't worry," Neil said holding the hunk in his hand and looking at the frightened girl. "I don't think you could take anymore. I'm going to hop my wife and have a truly good fuck. Not that you weren't good, Joan. You were. But, that mate of mine-ah, what a delightful, juicy cunt. You can watch and see how two really horny bastards go at it."
Joan did watch and was amazed at the punishment Laura went through, yet seemed to be totally unaffected by it. In fact, she asked for even rougher treatment.
"Oh, you big, thick, juicy prick," Laura moaned in absolute ecstasy. "Pound in there, you bastard. You haven't even hurt me yet.
Make me scream! Make me yell!"
Neil tried his damnedest, but Laura never once carried on like Joan had. She loved that huge ramrod, and her big pussy gobbled it up and kept asking for more and more. Joan was beginning to feel sorry for Neil, until she thought about how he had just about ruined her own pussy. Then, she was glad to see him get his.
Normally, any woman, especially with a sexual appetite like Joan's, would become so hot she could hardly stand it, watching the way the two lovers were carrying on. But in her condition of aches and pains, she couldn't get the least bit emotionally aroused, even when Laura shoved her buttocks hard against her husband and asked for more.
When the two finally shot their loads, Laura hopped up from the bed as if she had done nothing more than a few push-ups!
Joan thanked her lucky stars she didn't have to put up with Neil every night. One experience was enough. If they ever came to town again, Del Peterson was going to have to take care of them without her.
Joan Willis had had enough!