Chapter 4
"Would you like some more champagne, Candy?" Max Schlessinger asked politely as he reached for the bottle that sat wrapped in a white towel in an ice bucket.
"Just ... just a little."
It was two nights later, at an intimate restaurant on the outskirts of Chicago. Drew's young blonde wife had made the decision to "play along" with Lou and the thin businessman. After all it would only be for the weekend, and then all their troubles would be over. Even though her husband strongly protested, the pretty bride knew that she had to go through with it-there was too much at stake not to. Now she sat in the dimly lit supper club, dressed in a turquois sheath dress, her blonde hair arranged in softly falling curls around her shoulders, and tried to make conversation with the thin, hawk-nosed man who was her companion for the evening.
"I must say I was delighted when Lou told me you wanted to be with me tonight," Max remarked as he refilled Candy's glass with sparkling champagne. "I'm sure we'll have a fine time together."
He smiled at her, his small, dark eyes glittering strangely as he sipped at his drink. He was dressed in a black leather suit tonight, snugly fitted to make him look even thinner than usual, with a yellow shirt and orange tie.
"The champagne is very good," the slightly nervous blonde girl said, doing her best to sound casual and sophisticated.
"Isn't it, though! Delicious. But I'm afraid I have to go to the restroom for a moment. Will you excuse me?"
"Surely."
"I'll be right back. Don't go away."
Drew's wife watched as the lean-framed eccentric got up from the table and disappeared into the men's room. Then she drank deeply from her glass, hoping that the alcohol would numb her senses and enable her to go through with the evening without breaking down. She was already quite fight-headed from the bubbling drinks, and she noted that it hardly seemed to affect Max at all. He had drank much more than she, and yet seemed as steady and in control as he did at the beginning of the evening.
The troubled blonde felt another surge of warmth wind through her ripely curving young frame, and she leaned back in her chair, grateful for a moment alone. Thanks to all the champagne, she was beginning to feel as if her promise to her husband wouldn't be as hard to keep as she had thought. Remembering Drew, she thought again of the wonderful time they'd had in bed two nights before. It had been almost unbelievable, and she had climaxed again and again. Afterwards, she reflected warmly, Drew had pleaded with her not to see Max or Lou again, but the pretty green-eyed blonde had convinced him that she had no choice but to go through with it. It wasn't only the money or the contract, after all; it was their whole life that was at stake. If Grady ordered his henchmen to break Drew's fingers it would mean the end of everything. She had finally persuaded her handsome husband that it wouldn't hurt her just once more, and she promised him that she would pretend she was making love to him and not to the man who had just left the table.
It was strange, though, for despite her apprehension, Schlessinger had behaved so far like a perfect gentleman, treating her with more kindness and courtesy than anyone she'd ever gone out with. Even her husband, she realized, seemed to pay more attention to his own entertainment, when they went out together, than to hers. But with the thin, strange businessman it was altogether different, and despite her dislike for him, she found herself oddly taken by his deferential, almost-charming manner. He hadn't grabbed at her once, and his conversation had been witty and sometimes even quite delightful.
As she continued to sip from her glass, Candy found herself feeling more and more at ease, less frightened about the prospects for the rest of the evening. After all, it would be over soon, and it wasn't as if she was losing her virginity or anything.
At that moment Schlessinger returned to the table, smiling at the ravishing young blonde as he sat down across from her at the candle-lit table.
"Ah, Candy, what an enchanting creature you are. It must be ... somewhat depressing to be seeing someone like myself. I'm afraid I haven't the looks that your husband has ... and, of course, I haven't got his build. I've always been much too thin, you know. No matter how much I eat I never gain an ounce."
"Oh, you mustn't feel badly about that, Mr. Schlessinger," she replied, feeling almost warm toward him. "You're a very attractive man, honestly."
She thought she could see the appreciation in his eyes at her words, and he reached across the table and tenderly took her hand.
"Thank you, my dear. I actually think you mean that"
"I do, Mr. Schlessinger."
"You must call me Max, all right? I hate being formal."
"All right ... Max."
"Ah, that's better. I think, Candy, you and I are going to be very good friends." He glanced up to see a waiter approaching with a wheeled table loaded with covered dishes. "Ah, here is our dinner. Wonderful. Wonderful."
Two hours later the thin man and Drew's wife were seated in the back of a chauffeur-driven Mercedes Benz, driving away from the city into the most-exclusive suburban area. Candy felt relaxed, strangely content, as she sat close to the thin, well-mannered businessman. Her head was almost giddy from all the champagne and the incredible dinner they had eaten, and they rode in silence through the dark night until finally the car pulled up a long, winding driveway to an immense, old fashioned Victorian house at the edge of a mountain lake. Schlessinger got out first, opened the door to Candy's side of the car, and then escorted her up a long flagstone path to a huge set of double doors. As if by magic, a uniformed butler admitted them, and then disappeared on a sign from the owner. Max led her finally into an enormous room on the second floor, and as Drew's blonde wife entered, she glanced around in awe.
Like the rest of the house, the huge room, a combination bedroom-living room, was a showpiece of Victorian antique furniture and design. The walls were dark, paneled wood, with old-fashioned paintings on them, heavy brocade and velvet drapes covered the windows, and there was a huge canopied bed at one end of the room that looked like an illustration from an old book. There were velvet settees and chairs, a thick oriental rug, and an enormous carved-stone fireplace with a roaring log fire that filled the room with warmth and flickering shadows. Tiffany lamps with colored shades were placed here and there throughout the room.
"Oh, this is lovely," Candy remarked, glancing around.
"Thanks, my dear," he said in appreciation. "It's not to everyone's taste, of course, but I love it"
Candy settled into the softness of a settee as Max busied himself pouring Cognac into two glasses. Then, handing her the drink, he excused himself and left the room.
The young blonde wife sat in the strange, old-fashioned room and wondered what was to come next. Schlessinger had been so gentle with her all night that she knew there was nothing really to fear, except the possibility of making love to him. But the drinks had taken the edge away from her nerves now, and she was convinced that she had to go through with it for her husband, her wonderful husband, and for her marriage. That was all that mattered.
Moments later, Max returned, having exchanged his suit for an old-fashioned velvet dressing gown. He carried with him a white silk, Victorian negligee, with lace and ruffles.
"There's a dressing room through that door, Candy. Why don't you change into this? Then we'll be more comfortable."
With some trepidation, the young blonde bride accepted the soft garment, and went through the door, into the small comfortable dressing room. As she undressed she began to feel a flutter of nervousness in the pit of her stomach.
It'll be over soon, she reminded herself. And after all, it hasn't been so bad. Finally she was completely naked, standing before a full-length mirror. As she slid into the silken nightgown, her roundly curving body tingled from the sensuous material against her skin. Finally, when she secured the garment, she glanced at herself in the mirror and was pleased at how sensual she looked ... in spite of the circumstances. The image in the glass reflected a Victorian damsel, with bright blonde curls and green eyes, dressed in a perfect, period nightdress. The folds of the supple cloth clung to her ripe young body, accentuating every line and curve, like an erotic illustration from the turn of the century. Mr. Schlessinger, she knew, was certainly going to get his money's worth, and she vowed once more that this time she would do nothing to endanger the agreement she had made with Lou to do whatever Max wanted.
Oh Drew, she thought, forgive me, darling. I'm doing this for you. Only for you....
As she turned to go back into the bedroom, she felt again a steady shiver of anxiety take hold of her. But she squared her shoulders and resisted any last minute misgivings, and went to join the thin, hawk-nosed businessman.
"You look exquisite, my dear," Schlessinger exclaimed as she entered the room. "Perfect." He extended his hand and led her to the edge of the old-fashioned canopied bed, indicating that she was to He back on the huge pile of pil lows. The young blonde bride felt wonderfully relaxed as her body eased into the comfortable softness of the silk and velvet pillows. She felt almost like the heroine from an old romance novel. "Now, I'm going to show you something special." Opening a concealed panel in the wall, revealing a row of buttons, Max pushed one of the buttons and, to Candy's amazement, the bed began to vibrate. "Let me know when it's the way you like it," he said, adjusting the power of the vibrations.
"Oh, that's perfect!" she said dreamily as he turned the intensity higher. A delicious, humming sensation rippled through her silk-clad young frame and she lay back, luxuriating in the feeling; there also seemed to be a kind of warmth in the bed too, emanating from within the mattress, that added to her total comfort She was hardly aware that Max positioned himself on the other side of the bed, lying close to her, barely touching. Candy thought of nothing except the tantalizing sensations racing through her body. Soft firelight filled the room. She closed her eyes and let herself drift into the sensuous mood that enveloped her.
Max slowly lifted his hand and placed it on the young bride's thigh, the first overt movement he had made all evening. Candy didn't resist his gesture at all. In fact, she was surprised at the tenderness of his move, and it made her feel oddly comfortable and protected. She put her hand on top of his and moved with him as he slid it softly up and down her leg. It was strange how his touch soothed her, and even more, how disturbingly exciting it was. The combination of his gentle caress and the silken nightgown, coupled with the erotic vibration on the bed, sent low waves of desire coursing through her firm young body. She began to wish that he would hold her more firmly, or at least move the robe out of the way. Finally, Drew's wife reached down and parted the front of the negligee, so that her left leg was uncovered, then lowered Max's hand so that he could move it across the ivory smoothness of her skin.
The eccentric businessman shifted his weight, moving closer to the young bride, and slid his hand into the sensitive inner side of her thighs. Candy's skin prickled with warm jolts of pleasure at his touch, and cool chills raced up and down her back. He touched her so lightly, so tentatively, that it almost seemed as if he was afraid of her.
How funny, Candy thought. At the club he always acts so lewdly, pinching the girls every chance he gets. And now, when he's alone, he's practically like a shy schoolboy.
Smiling inwardly, the blonde wife decided she should hurry things along a little, so that she could get back to Drew as soon as possible. She turned onto her side, letting the robe fall open even more. Suddenly, Max put one arm around her, while he shoved the other roughly between her thighs again. The tentative quality of his lovemaking seemed to vanish, as he held her tightly, with a tremendous strength.
"Max ... Max, please don't hold me so tightly ... you're hurting me," she protested softly. But he did not respond, instead he held her closer, almost crushing her shoulders. Please....
"Shut up, cunt!" he snarled suddenly.
"I ... what ... what's happening ... why are you acting like this?" Candy couldn't believe the sudden change in her companion. His dark eyes seemed to grow smaller, glittering oddly, as he held her in a vise-like grip.
"You keep your mouth shut, you little bitch, and do exactly what I tell you." He brutally pinched the soft flesh of her thighs. "We've played around long enough. Now we get down to the serious business, eh?"
He moved away from her suddenly, got up from the bed and threw off his velvet robe, revealing his scrawny, naked frame. The sex-hungry businessman leered down at the confused, anxious young bride and obscenely stroked the hugely endowed flesh of his cock and balls, swinging between his narrow thighs.
"Now take off that robe, cunt, so I can see that flesh you've been teasing me with all night."
Drew's captive young bride was too startled by his abrupt change in personality to do anything but obey him, and she undid the front of her nightgown completely so that her body was revealed nakedly to his lusty gaze. Slowly Max circled around the bed until he stood by her, never once taking his eyes from her excitingly curved body. His enormous penis, hard as a rock and stiffly extended, jutted toward her like some obscene snake.
"Now get off the bed, kneel down, and suck my cock again!"
The young blonde bride quivered in humiliation at his shocking demand, but she knew she had to do as she was told. There was something in his cruel tone of voice that told her instinctively that if she didn't obey him tonight he would become quite vicious. The humiliated blonde knew now that the gentleness he had exhibited earlier was only a pose, a sadistic trick to fool her into thinking everything would be easy. Miserably, she got up from the bed and sank to her knees before the naked man. Immediately he placed both his hands on her head, holding her face only inches from the hotly swollen shaft of his protruding cock.
"Kiss, my dear, kiss it as though you really loved it!" As she leaned forward, brushing her wetly parted lips against the velvet flesh of the cock head, Max suddenly began to push it into her mouth, shoving it in. Candy almost choked as he forced it deep into her throat. "Now suck it, my sweet, really suck it good."
He pressed his hugely erect rod of male flesh further and further into her tortured mouth while her mind screamed in torment from what was happening to her. The horrified young blonde tried to pull back from him, but each time he moved forward, thrusting his thickened rod further into her futilely resisting mouth. Roughly he began to buck his hips back and forth, holding her head tightly with his hands, and to groan wildly.
My God, she realized in terror, he's going to cum already! He's going to cum in my mouth! The other night when she had done this for him, she had still been slightly under the effects of the aphrodisiac. But tonight?
"Suck it," he cried in ecstasy, bringing himself roughly toward climax, "harder, harder!"
Drew's tortured bride found herself sucking desperately at his enormously swollen, viciously thrusted organ, confused and horrified by the strangeness of his behavior now that he had her alone. He began to force his straining penis faster and faster into her sucking mouth, his fingers clenching tightly to her hair as he moaned in rampant pleasure.
"I'm cumming . ... fuck ... fuck ... I'M CUMMMINGGGG!"
But his words were lost to the wildly sucking young wife as he suddenly erupted hot, rushing spurts of fluid into her mouth. Candy struggled desperately to swallow as quickly as she could to avoid choking, as the thin businessman shot an endless stream of scalding semen deep into her throat. Then, finally the flooding liquid slowed, though his penis remained stiff and throbbing for several moments more. Drew's wife felt weak and dazed as he finally withdrew his dwindling cock from her mouth and the whitish liquid dribbled lewdly from her lips and down across her chin. She collapsed to the floor, crying and sobbing miserably.
Contemptuously, Schlessinger picked the sobbing girl up from the floor and threw her onto the bed as if she was a sack of flour, rolling her onto her stomach so that her naked breasts pressed down into the mattress. Then he ambled to the other side of the bed, licked his lips obscenely and reveled in the sounds of the miserable girl's gasping sobs of humiliation.
As Candy felt the sadistic businessman crawl onto the bed beside her, tremors of shame and revulsion again ran through her savagely abused young body.
Oh please, God, no, she screamed inwardly, can't take any more.
He began to run his hands up and down her back roughly, and Drew's tortured bride shuddered in fear, cursing herself for being so naive to think the evening would go easily. She was trapped, at the mercy of a brute who had nothing on his mind but humiliating her further.
Max Schlessinger slid further down on the bed and then positioned himself so that he straddled the back of her thighs, sitting above her, then bending his lean, bony frame forward to run his grasping hands up her legs until he grabbed the tensely quivering softness of her naked ass cheeks. Lewdly he began to massage them with his fingers, molding them like putty, massaging them, relaxing them. He continued this for almost five minutes without saying a word, hearing nothing but the confused, unhappy moans from the trapped young bride. Finally he could feel her tightened thigh and buttock muscles begin to relax and he smiled darkly to himself.
Candy lay beneath his massaging hands trying to resist any movement he made toward her, but finally found herself succumbing to the warm pleasure his probing hands induced in her abused flesh. She couldn't understand why he was doing this, massaging her buttocks with the same gentleness he had shown her before. Yet even though she hated him, and now completely distrusted every move, his touch was so tender and pleasant that her flesh rippled with warmly erotic sensations. The disgrace that she had experienced only moments ago seemed to be disappearing and the bewildered young wife found herself relaxing as he continued to run his hands and fingers across her resiliently upraised ass cheeks, encircling each in his wide palms and running his thumbs side by side down between the shadowed crevice separating them. Occasionally his fingers would brush teasingly across the small tight circle of her anus and then further down to touch the moistening lips of her vagina, each move sending tremors of warm excitement sizzling through the blonde bride's flesh.
Max Schlessinger relished the control he had over the pianist's desirable young wife. He had always been an unattractive person, too thin and plain to have real success with women. He had been almost twenty, in fact, before he had really touched a girl, and he had had to pay for that one. He had vowed that he would become rich enough one day to have any woman he wanted, with enough money to make up for what he lacked in appearance. Now he had plenty, more than enough to buy any niece of ass he fancied. Yet still his inferiority complex about his looks remained, and he resented all women for being unable to see past his surface appearance. Now, when he had a woman in his power, he always, in some way, made her Day for his torment. His eyes narrowed into knife-like slits as he gazed down at Candy's buttocks, arching and falling beneath his touch, and desire, rough and insistent, began to surge in his loins.
Beneath his hands, Candy was losing control of her senses. The young bride began to squirm excitedly at his almost-magical touch, and a hot rush of pleasure churned in her belly, growing more intense with every moment. She tried desperately to keep hold of herself, to resist the feelings that crept relentlessly into her ravaged flesh, trying to stifle back the lewd guttural moans of rising desire that escaped her lips.
Oh Drew, she thought miserably, what am I going to do?
The tortured wife could not resist the delicious throbs of pleasure that enveloped her naked young body, no matter how much she tried.
"Ahhhhhhhh...." she sighed, involuntarily, hating herself for responding like a common street whore. Why was her body betraying her like this? Was her passion so strong that anyone, even someone as loathsome and vile as Max Schlessinger, could tap the currents of her desire by a few gentle strokes? Was she so weak that she was the prey of any man? But despite her struggle to resist the flames of steadily rising passion, it was no use. Max's expert caresses were driving her wild with lust and suddenly she found herself calling out to him.
"Oh ... oh ... fuck me ... you've got to ..
"What, my dear? What should I do?" he inquired teasingly, knowing full well he was in full possession of her now.
"Fuck me ... I want you to fuck me!" She couldn't stand it a minute longer, her vaginal passage was palpitating with unsatisfied lust; she had to have a hotly throbbing cock to satisfy her and it didn't matter whose! "PLEASE!"
"Well, I'd be glad to oblige, my sweet, glad to." A surge of triumph tore through the businessman's lean, bony body. "If you'll simply put your sweet little ass up in the air. Now!"
Obediendy, half-delirious with insistent sensuality, Candy arched her hips, raising her naked buttocks high into the air. Max reached down with his hands, pulling her to her knees until finally she knelt before him on the old-fashioned canopied bed on all fours, her wildly aroused body trembling in anticipation, desperate for him to cum inside of her and make her cum.
Max probed at her tentatively with his lust-swollen penis, searching for the hotly throbbing moistness of her vaginal lips. Her warmly pulsing buttocks seemed to clasp at his jerking rod of male flesh as he guided it with his hand down the smooth white crevice, past her tiny puckering anus, to the eagerly twitching opening that awaited him. His stiffened shaft brushed across the fleecy golden softness of her pubic hair and finally came to rest at the moist flesh of her love-hungry pussy. His caresses had aroused her to the point where now her vaginal juices had already lubricated her with steaming wetness that made it easy for him to glide his hotly swollen cock into the warmly clasping passage between her legs.
Drew's young wife nearly cried out in delight as he finally slid his pulsating hardness up into her cock-starved vaginal passage. It was as if a huge log was being thrust into her belly, but her greedily receptive pussy quivered and rippled with a lewd pleasure.
"Uuunnnnnngggggh ... yes ... yyeeeessssss ... put it into me ... all of it ... I want to feel every inch of you inside of me! Hurry!"
Max grinned obscenely, his cruel lips curling back over his teeth, as he began to fuck into her with long, powerful strokes, relishing the sight of his wetly glistening penis moving in and out of the kneeling young bride's tight little vagina. He could feel the muscles deep inside of her cunt flexing and constricting against his swollen rod of male flesh as he thrust deeper and deeper into the hot buttery depths of her pussy. Then, teasingly, he began to withdraw from her, chuckling with sadistic pleasure as she squirmed backwards trying to pull him inside of her once more.
"Please Max," she groaned, helplessly dominated by an overwhelming sexual desire, "please come back into me ... you've got to fuck me ... PLEASE!"
But the hotly aroused businessman paid no attention to her pleading groans, and instead he withdrew completely and began to rub his wildly shuddering penis up and down against the white slippery moistness that coated her pussy lips, until finally his rigidly erect cock was covered completely with a thin film of her liquid passion.
"Max, oh Max, I beg you to fuck me," she groaned in animal abandon, oblivious to every thing but the deeply demanding, unsatisfied need that enslaved her. "Oh God, please...."
The lean tormentor took his long hard penis in his hand and guided it carefully towards the tightly clenched ring of her anus. With a lewd grin, he nudged the lust-swollen cock head against her wildly puckering anal hole.
At that moment, through the blinding passion that tormented her, Candy realized what he was going to do and cried out in terror. "No Max, no! I can't take it! It's too big! NOOOOO!"
Ignoring her cry, Max grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks, pulling her hard against him and groaning, thrust his hips viciously forward, forcing his way into the rubbery tightness of her painfully stretched rectum. He paid no attention to her agonized wails as he rammed his thickened hardness deeper and deeper into her tightly constricted channel, relishing the pain he inflicted upon the helplessly kneeling blonde.
Candy thrashed and writhed in anguish, trying to escape the brutal impalement of her virginal rectum; the pain was worse than anything she had ever experienced in her young life, and she thought she was going to faint from the intensity of it. Finally, all movement stopped, and Drew's bride realized his long thick penis was all the way up inside her rectal sheath. As he remained motionless, the pain slowly began to subside, leaving only a heavy, aching fire inside of her cock-filled belly. She felt his hand move down, and his fingers slide under her stomach and into her wetly pulsating vagina. His fingers moved against the thin membrane that separated them from his huge cock that was buried so deeply into her tortured rectum. He stroked her that way for a moment, then used his thumb and forefinger to massage her clitoris. Imperceptibly, she began to feel the return of her earlier wild excitement, and flashes of a savage, not-to-be-denied desire took control of her entire being. Helplessly, ignoring the pain and torment, the submissively kneeling wife began to move back and forth against him, urging him to continue.
"Oh, yes, Max. Do it to me. Hurt me. Rip me to shreds if you want to, only fuck me, fuck me, FUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK MMMEEEEEEEE!"
Gleefully, Max began to brutally thrust his cock in and out of her wide-stretched little anus, all the while using his fingers to fuck her wetly pulsing pussy. Passion mounted quickly until the furiously copulating pair were grunting and screaming wildly in the throes of their excessive passion, driving themselves into a frenzy of pure animal lust. Max thrust his knifing cock mercilessly into Candy's burning rectal depths, and Drew's brutalized young wife, caught in a maelstrom of passion, writhed and screamed like a madwoman, urging him to fuck her even harder.
"Can you feel me, you filthy cunt?" Max cried out lewdly. "Can you feel my prick in your asshole, cutting you to pieces? DO YOU LIKE IT? DO YOU LIKE IT BITCH?"
"Oh God yessssss, YEEEEESSSSSS! KILL ME WITH YOUR COCK! FUCK MY ASS HARDER, HARDER! Aaaaaiiiieeeeee! LIKE THAT!"
She screamed words at him she'd never said aloud before. She screamed every obscenity she'd ever heard at the vulgar thin man who sodomized her with such pounding ferocity and made her love it!
"More ... more ... ram it into my asshole! Fuck me up the ass until I can't stand it anymore! AAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!"
And Max roared back at her as well, screaming obscenities and yelling out the delicious, savage excitement that rocked hiss bony frame. All the pain and rejection he'd experienced since his youth came out in a vicious tirade. He slammed his naked body without mercy against her defenselessly upturned ass cheeks, pounding against her buttocks like a barbaric animal in a fever of unbridled lust.
"I'm cumming," Candy began to groan finally, "CUUUUUMMMMIINNNGGG! AAAAIIIEEEEEEEEM"
Schlessinger increased the brutual thrusts into her tightly puckering anus until he felt his own seed beginning to boil up in his cum-filled balls. Then, simultaneously, the illicit lovers reached the blinding apex of their passion, explosions of scalding hot sperm shot like cannon blasts out of Max's wildly ejaculating penis and travelled deep into the contracting heat of Candy's sodomized anal passage. Drew's sex-crazed young wife screamed again and again in uncontrollable excitement as the white sperm ricocheted deep in her forever-stretched rectum. It seemed to last forever, a hurricane of unbridled passion, a wild blazing storm of color, pain and masochistic pleasure. Finally, the peak was passed, and Candy fell forward onto the old-fashioned bed, totally exhausted from the excess of forbidden lust.
Max, equally weary, threw himself down onto the soft bed beside her, breathing heavily, drained from his labors. There was no sound in the room save for the crackling of the logs in the fireplace and the ticking of an antique Grandfather's clock that stood nearby, impassively recording the passage of time.
Finally, with a deep sigh of pleasure, Max said, "Okay, kid. You can go now. You can spend the weekend if you want, but we aren't going to top what we just did."