Chapter 6
All that second week at her new job, Mitzi was feeling more exhausted than she had ever felt in her life, not even showing any apparent interest in making love to her husband Oscar. But by Saturday, after she'd had half a day off, she was feeling pretty anxious for bedtime to come. Like it or not, Oscar would satisfy her, she was thinking. She had it all planned. With the increase her first paycheck showed in wages, she had bought a new nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. She had tried it on in the shop, admiring before the mirror the way her full, ripe breasts jutted out almost obscenely into the sheer material, the pinkness of her nip pies showing through the flimsy nylon. The hem of the gown barely covered the tops of her lush white thighs, and when she bent over slightly to look at the price tag on the box, she caught a glimpse of her well-rounded buttocks nakedly revealed when the gown pulled up in back.
If this doesn't turn him on, nothing will, the young redhead told her wickedly smiling reflection in the glass.
At six o'clock that afternoon Oscar had left their apartment, saying he was going out for a beer and a game of pool at his favorite hangout around the corner, and now it was almost eight o'clock. The special steak dinner she had fixed for him was getting ruined in the kitchen, and still there was no sign of him. Mitzi had noticed that her husband had been wearing a sport coat and tie when he went out earlier, but it had made no impression on her at the time. Now she reflected that it was strange for him to get so dressed up just to go to the local bar.
The miffed young wife sat fuming in a living room chair for another half-hour, wishing she had listened to that older blonde girl at the company, Pat Reynolds. All week Pat had been digging for information about how Mitzi and her husband were getting along, suggesting that maybe she should take advantage of the available young men working at the plumbing company.
Pat had made it clear that she herself had no interest at all in marriage, since she got whatever sex she wanted without lifting a little finger. Now, at this point, Mitzi was almost ready to agree with her-that a good-looking woman didn't need a husband, especially one who had no more interest in his wife than her Oscar seemed to. Still, Mitzi just hadn't been able to go along with Pat's suggestion that the two of them go out together to the Sportsman's Club party tonight. It hadn't seemed right somehow. It had been different that one time with Ted Mason in the new unoccupied apartment. Neither one of them had expected that to happen, but to deliberately set out with the thought in mind of meeting another man seemed too-too loose, too whorish for the innocent young wife to contemplate.
Impatiently, Mitzi went to the closet and put a light green coat over her short tan mini-dress she had wanted to surprise Oscar with. She slammed the door behind her as she went to look for him at the corner bar.
It was only a short walk, and Mitzi arrived at the corner across from the bar within a couple of minutes. While she waited for the traffic to thin out so that she could cross the street, she happened to glance at the door of the bar just as a heavily made-up, raven-haired woman stepped onto the sidewalk. Right behind the woman was a tall blond man who was obviously her escort.
Mitzi almost cried out his name when she saw that it was her husband, Oscar. The shocked young wife gaped in disbelief as Oscar waved down a taxi and got into the back seat, putting his arm around the shoulders of the woman, who was obviously a whore.
The bastard! Mitzi swore to herself in uncharacteristic obscenity. That explains why he hasn't been interested in me in bed. God knew how long her husband had been paying to make it with other women, and the thought that she had been trying so hard to remain loving and faithful to him in spite of her unsatisfied desires angered her to the point where she could barely see where she was walking. Before long she found herself back in front of the entrance to her apartment house, and making a sudden decision, she raced upstairs to look up Pat Reynolds' phone number. Although Pat had said that she would leave for the party about eight o'clock, it was possible that she hadn't left yet.
Mitzi let the phone ring ten or twelve times before she decided that she must have missed the older woman, but then she looked up the address of the Sportsman's Club, making her mind up on the spot that she would not let her own husband get away with leaving her high and dry like that.
At the small, dingy entrance to the Sportsman's Club, the doorman asked her in a rough voice who she was with. Mentioning Pat Reynolds' name was enough for him. He had been told to expect a young redhead asking for this Reynolds woman. Inside the dark bar which formed a kind of foyer to the main part of the club, Mitzi hesitated a moment. It was not the kind of place she normally went to, and the frankly assessing glares of the men perched at the bar only made her more dubious about being there. Just as she turned to go, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Mr. Roper!" she cried out in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Hi, Mitzi. I was about to ask you the same question." He could see the frightened look in her blue eyes, and he smiled disarmingly at her. "Buy you a drink?"
"N-no, thank you, Mr. Roper. I was just looking for a friend."
"For God's sake, Mitzi. You can call me Dan off the job. And who is it you're looking for?" He was steadily steering her toward a table against the wall near the bar.
Hesitating momentarily, not wanting to mention that she had been told Ted Mason might be here, she finally mentioned Pat Reynold's name.
"Pat?" Roper said, his face lighting up in mock-surprise. "I saw her around a minute ago. I didn't know you were a friend of hers."
Raising his fingers, he signaled the bartender to bring them two bourbon-on-the-rocks.
"Well, I've only gotten to know her recently," Mitzi admitted, reluctantly settling down in the chair he was holding out for her. "But she invited me to a party, and since I had nothing else to do tonight, I thought I'd come."
"Where's your husband?" Roper asked, watching her face while she answered. It was obvious something was troubling her more than before, and Roper had known for a long time that the young wife's home life was not the best.
"He-he's busy tonight," Mitzi stammered. "I mean, he has some unexpected work to do, and I don't want to be in the way."
She's not a very good liar, Roper chuckled to himself. He was secretly gratified that there probably wouldn't be an irate husband to deal with when he finally managed to get her sweet little panties off and fucked the shit out of her.
"Well, here's to friendship," he toasted when the drinks came. "Give my thanks to Pat for inviting you. She made my evening. Nothing's better than looking at a beautiful woman when you're down." He went on to hint that his wife had been two-timing him, and that he had just found out about it. Little did Mitzi know it, but nothing could be farther from the truth. His wife knew he would beat the crap out of her if she dared to run around on him, even though she was well aware of his own transgressions.
When they had finished their drinks, Roper ordered two more and then got up from his chair. "Come on, Mitzi, let me help you find Pat, and then I'll stop boring you to death."
Mitzi couldn't help feeling sorry for her boss in a way; nevertheless she still found him unattractive. Otherwise she might have at least pretended to offer him the consolation of her company a while longer. As it was, she followed him into the main room of the club. Here the decorations hanging from the ceiling and the light fixtures on the walls made it clear that some sort of party was in fact planned, but there were very few people there yet.
"Where is everybody?" Mitzi asked.
"Oh, a lot of them aren't here yet. It's only nine o'clock or so. But there are lots of private rooms for those who want a little privacy. It's one of the big advantages of being a member of the Sportsman's Club. You get services you couldn't have anywhere else."
Mitzi wasn't sure she understood, but did not bother to question him further. She was looking around at the other women. Most of them seemed a little fast-looking to her, with their hair done up in fancy bouffant styles, and wearing the most provocative clothes she had seen except on the women along Sunset Strip in Hollywood.
"I still don't see Pat anywhere," the bewildered wife said after they had made a complete circuit of the room, looking over the shoulders of those playing roulette or blackjack. "Are you sure you saw her?"
"Sure. She even spoke to me. Listen, there's a possibility she's in one of the private lounges. Want to take a look?"
"Well, no-if they're private, I wouldn't want to break in on her," Mitzi answered. She was beginning to feel a little out of place in the club, almost wishing she hadn't come. Then she remembered that she had seen her husband going off with another woman in a cab, and she became defiant again.
"Oh, why not? Pat can always tell me to get lost. After all, she did ask me to come."
"That's the spirit," Roper said, leading her by the arm toward a hallway off the main room.
Actually, Dan Roper knew exactly where to find the blonde plumber that Mitzi called her friend.
In fact, as a member of the club, it was he who had made arrangements for the room she was now in. Roper had also brought Ted Mason in that night, telling him there was a chance that Mitzi would be coming with Pat. Then Pat had taken the young man with her to one of the little bed-sitting rooms reserved for just the-lurid purpose she had in mind, telling Ted that she was supposed to meet Mitzi there since Mitzi didn't want everyone to know she was there without her husband. As it turned out, she'd had no trouble at all in convincing Ted. The self-confident young lover had been sure all along that Mitzi would be trying to see him again sooner or later after she had made love to him that first and only time in the unoccupied apartment. Ted also understood that Mitzi would try to be circumspect if she were to meet him somewhere, so he had assumed it was all set up with her knowledge.
What he hadn't expected was that Pat would get to work so fast on him once she'd gotten him into the room alone.
Not that he had the slightest urge to resist, but Ted had nevertheless been totally surprised when he sat down in the tiny gold-carpeted room with Pat and she proceeded immediately to put the make on him. She had come around to his side of the little round table set with glasses and an iced bottle of champagne, plopping her voluptuous self down on his lap and throwing her arms around his neck. She looked really good to him in her low-cut blue taffeta dress complimenting the gray of her eyes, her long blonde hair trailing down her back in a soft girlish ponytail.
The young man responded easily to her openmouthed kiss, answering her lashing hot tongue with his own, letting her pull his hand up to cup the fullness of her large firm breasts. When she finally pulled her hot, moist mouth away from his they were both breathing heavily and he could feel his penis stirring into life down in his jockey shorts.
"Hey, I thought Mitzi was going to be here?" he asked Pat, suddenly thinking he got the picture.
"Tell me the truth now, baby. Would you have come here tonight if you hadn't thought she would be here?"
"Well, no...." the muscular young man admitted. "But...."
"Are you sorry?" she teased him, rubbing her right hand softly over the bulging mound in his trousers.
"Mmmmmmm, God, no. I just wanted to be sure that...."
"That she wouldn't break in on us if she did come?" Pat finished the sentence for him. "Don't worry. In this club privacy is respected, believe me. If it weren't, they would soon be out of business."
With that she placed another moist, hot kiss over his mouth, opening her firm, rounded thighs to let his hand work its way up into the luring softness between her legs. When his fingers found the blatantly naked entrance to her already throbbing vagina, she moaned into his mouth and pushed her loins tight against hi, lewdly questing hand.
"Come on, baby, let's do this right," she said breathlessly, getting up from his lap. Before Ted knew what was happening, the aroused blonde was lifting her dress up over her head, then proudly standing before him clad in a jet-black half-brassiere cupping only the lower portion of her voluptuously mounded breasts and a narrow black garter belt. Both were made of thin almost transparent lace, and the open-mesh black hose held in place by the lace garter belt made a strikingly seductive picture.
"My God. You're quite a woman," Ted exclaimed in surprise as the shapely blonde plumber stood half-naked before him, the blonde curls of her pubic mound highlighting her alabaster-white skin and black-sheathed legs. He had seen Pat around the company building but had never paid too much attention because she seemed a little older and a little too filled out for his taste. But now he had to admit that she was alluring-not even plump under the clothes, only voluptuous and well-rounded.
Pat stared brazenly at the obvious bulge in Ted's pants and said in a deep, sexy voice, "You look like quite a man, too, baby. Get undressed and let's see what you can do." While the young plumber hurriedly stripped down to the bare skin, the older experienced woman sat back on the bed and, facing him, began slowly to remove her garter belt and open-mesh black stockings, lifting each of her legs in turn, so that her firmly rounded buttocks and the pink outer folds of her cunt were spread out invitingly before him. Ted quickly threw his pants to one side and stepped up to the bed wearing only his jockey shorts, his rigidly erect cock about to burst out at the seams.
Pulling the elastic waistband of his shorts out far enough from his flat, muscular stomach to clear his throbbing-hard penis, Ted slipped his shorts off and kicked them to one side, his eyes never leaving the enticing crevice of Pat's nakedly beckoning ass-cheeks. Gasping out loud at the magnificent sight before her, the sensuous woman reached behind her back and unclasped her brassiere, letting the full soft mounds of her breasts fall free of restraint. Ted licked his lips in hungry anticipation of what was to come, watching intently as the ivory-skinned beauty slowly moved her hands down over the curves of her wide smooth hips and pulled her thighs up tight against her full rounded white breasts, her waiting loins now tilted upward for the virile man to use as he wished.
"Come on, honey," she whispered in hoarse excitement. "Put that thing in me. Quick, I can't wait any longer!"
Placing an arm on either side of her, Ted eagerly mounted the voluptuous woman as she reached down between her outspread thighs to grasp his pulsating thickness in her right hand and place it against the hot entrance of her wetly quivering pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhh, God, it feels good," she moaned at the first searing contact with her eagerly grasping cuntal lips.
Ted felt her warm pussy wetness close over the tip-end of his cock like an elastic band, and then he shoved forward into the tight, hot passage of her cunt with all his manly strength, pushing from his feet propped against the end of the bed. His aching hard penis raced full-tilt up into her flowering inner walls until he finally struck bottom, feeling his heavy balls dangling beneath and slap lewdly against her upturned buttocks.
Without hesitation the two of them began rocking together as he plunged in and out of her steaming vaginal wetness, his belly slapping up against the backs of her trembling white thighs. The small room was filled with the sounds of their animal groans as they brutally pumped their tightly fitting loins into one another with the force of a pile-driving hammer.
Gritting his teeth from the excruciating pressure building up in his balls from the sensations caused by her cock-sucking pussy, Ted watched Pat's resiliently rounded breasts jouncing under him, adding to his excitement.
Then he felt her hands slip around behind his buttocks and dig into his sinewy flesh as she urged him to fill her with more and more of his heavily swollen cock, one of her fingers flicking lightly, maddeningly over his anus from behind. He knew it wouldn't be long before he would cum, and he drove his cock into her widespread loins as hard as he could, punishing her with his youthful virility. He could already feel her cunt quivering in readiness for an orgasm, while at the same time the deep hot swirls of sperm began to boil up from his testicles. It didn't matter that he was cumming so soon; he knew very well that he could get it up five or six times a night with a woman like this one.
Just at that moment, the bedroom door flew open.
Ted turned his head and looked through almost unseeing eyes at the couple standing there aghast at the wantonness of the scene they had inadvertently barged in on.
The woman was Mitzi, and her blue eyes were wide-open in surprise and dismay. But it was too late for Ted to stop even if he wanted to. And he didn't. Increasing his tempo until his glistening cock was flashing in and out of Pat's wildly swiveling pussy, he felt the explosion begin, his cock jerking inside her like a machine-gun spurting white-hot cum far up into her nakedly spasming belly. He threw his head back with a groan and rammed himself up inside her as far as he could go, holding it there while the wantonly twisting blonde bucked her body up against his, her wide-open mouth groaning out the words of her release.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, fuck me, baby. I'm cummmmmmmming! I'm cummming, honey!" Then her long, white legs snaked out around Ted's pummeling hips, hugging his loins still tighter against her own. They were still locked together in their final spasm of pleasure when Dan Roper closed the door in Mitzi's horrified face.
The shocked and disillusioned young redhead could not move for a long moment, staring blank-faced at the wood panel door before her. Finally she gasped and began a long, low moan deep in her throat that ended in a flood of tears. Now she felt even more alone and deserted than before when she had seen her husband getting into the cab with another woman. Searching blindly in her purse for a tissue to dry her eyes and blow her nose, she turned away from her boss and began to run back down the hall. She had reached the end before she realized she had gone the wrong way to get out of that part of the club, but she did not have the strength or willpower to pass by Dan Roper again. She was absolutely sure that Roper had known exactly what they would find in that room, setting it up just to make her feel bad. Ever since Mitzi had let him know that she was not interested in him, the paunchy foreman had treated her with nothing but total disrespect.
She made up her mind then and there to make a point of reporting his surly manner to the Union, without mentioning anything about what she had seen tonight. Roper would only find some way to use it against her if she brought it up now.
Leaning hopelessly with her face turned to the wall where she had cried softly, feeling sorry for herself, Mitzi heard Roper's footsteps approaching her from behind. As soon as he seemed near enough to touch her, the distraught young wife flung herself around and tried to by-pass him in the narrow hallway.
Roper was prepared for her attempt to bolt away from him, however, and he put out his arm to block her only avenue of escape.
"What's the matter, Mitzi? You don't like seeing your boyfriend screwing another woman? You shouldn't be so greedy," he derided her in a husky voice. Seeing the obscenely fucking couple had vicariously excited his lust, and he could feel his thick penis throbbing in his pants ... throbbing for the chance to get into this prissy little redhead who'd caused him so much trouble.
"N-no, I don't care!" Mitzi replied angrily trying to duck under his arm. But he quickly grasped her around the shoulders, holding her trapped against his beefy chest. Suddenly what Roper had said had dawned on her and she looked up at him in surprise and trepidation. There was no telling what the burly foreman would do with the information if he were to know for sure about her and Ted making love. He might even use it to discredit the right of women employees, including herself, to work as plumbers.
"That's right, baby," Roper gloated when he saw that she understood what was in his mind. "I saw you and Mason fucking like crazy that first day in the empty apartment. And now it's my turn."
"No-I don't know what you're talking about...." Mitzi stammered in confusion. But already his strong arms were forcing her backwards up against a doorway. Roper reached around behind her and turned the handle of the door she was leaning against, flinging it open.
Then, after he had forced the young girl ahead of him into the room, he closed the door behind them and wrestled her toward the bed.
Her big blue eyes were suddenly filled with terror as she realized that he was really going to go through with trying to rape her. All other thoughts fled from her mind as she concentrated on the problem of how to get out of that room without having to undergo such a debasing experience. But the older man was too strong for the struggling young redhead, pushing her with all his force back toward the bed. Her knees caught at the edge of the mattress, causing her to fall stunned onto her back, her short black minidress flying up around her hips. She saw Roper hurriedly unzip the fly of his pants, and before she could get off the bed and back onto her feet, he had freed his long, thick penis from his shorts, grasping it in his right hand like a weapon. When he came toward her, Mitzi stifled a gasp in her throat and lay frozen, completely mesmerized by the huge bulbous head in his hand as he slipped the loose foreskin up and down over its swollen purplish mass. His left hand began loosening his belt, letting his pants fall down around his ankles just as he reached the edge of the bed. Now Mitzi could see the heavy, bloated testicles dangling bull-like between his legs, and horrified, she made a last futile attempt to escape this approaching monster of a man.
She no longer cared what her fate would be at the plumbing company where she worked, her only concern now was to get away from her boss before it was too late. But Roper was too fast for her. He threw his body down on top of her, forcing one knee up between her tightly clenched legs. Then he reached down with both hands, and, hooking his fingers under the elastic wais band of her white nylon panties, he gave o hard pull, and tore them into shreds. Now her helplessly trembling loins were fully exposed to his lecherous gaze. Roper did not stop there; his hands tugged the hem of her short minidress until he forced it up to her neck, so he could get at her whitely overflowing brassiere. Panting from the exertion, Roper hooked his index finger up under the flimsy garment and tore it away from the ripe full mounds of her breasts. The struggling redhead tried to pull her dress back down to cover her nakedness from his lewd gaze, but before she could manage it he let his full weight drop down onto her, driving the breath from her lungs and flattening the soft half-moons of her breasts beneath of his wiry-haired chest. Then, lifting his body just enough so that he could cup his palms around the warm naked mounds, the slightly balding foreman slipped his mouth wetly down over her quivering white belly, trailing his extended tongue down through the thick tangle of russet curls, finally darting it serpent-like over her cringing little clitoris hidden up between the pink fleshy outer lips of her cunt.
He felt Mitzi shiver and jerk her legs under his chest from the first electric contact with the tiny sensitive organ, and he swirled his hot, moist tongue around and around it, sensing its un willing arousal. Her buttocks squirmed back down into the mattress in a vain attempt to escape this debasing attack upon her unprotected genitals, while at the same time her fingernails dug angrily into his hair and tried to pull his greedily kneading hands away from the tender milk-white skin of her breasts.
Finally he did remove his hands, slipping them down over her heaving midriff to press his palms against the soft inner flesh of her straining thighs, holding them apart to grin down at the pulsing pink opening of the young redhead's pussy. She could see him now squatting there on all-fours in between her widespread legs like a beast of prey about to savagely devour its helpless victim. The wet, naked flesh of her curl-fringed young vagina was presented up to his leering gaze in hopeless sacrifice. She forgot all about her uncovered breasts, as she continued to lie frozen to the mattress watching his tongue pass lightly over his thick sensual lips in preparation for further ravishment of her defenselessly exposed genitals.
Spreading her thighs still farther apart with the palms of his strong chubby hands, Roper then placed his thumbs on the moist fleshy flanges of her cunt. Then, with a torturing outward movement of his thumbs he drew the pink pussy folds slowly apart, exposing its most inner mouth to the mercy of his insistent gaze. He stared at the smooth wetness for a moment and then with a deep groan dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue as far as it would go up into the warmly throbbing walls of her vagina.
"Ohhh, God! Noooo, don't!" Mitzi whimpered before his depraved attack, watching with disbelief as his head began to rock back and forth over her widely splayed loins.
Now there was nothing left. Her humiliation was complete as she felt little points of fire kindling inside her cringing vagina in spite of her will to resist. Her husband should never have left her so frustrated the way he had ... never!!!
"It can't be, it can't be," she muttered over and over again, her hands pushing desperately at the top of his head to free herself from this maddening torture. Then, gradually, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her unwilling belly and suddenly she found her hands no longer pushing, but pulling his hot wet mouth tighter over her moistening vaginal opening. The astonished young wife made one last desperate effort to squeeze free, but her boss' hands held her tight, pressing hard into the unprotected plane of her nakedly spread cunt open wide to his unnatural ministrations.
"Nooo, please," she moaned again as he slipped his thick wet tongue over the full length of her involuntarily flowering vaginal slit. She held her breath as his tongue continued obscenely dipping and probing the wet velvety folds, searching in the moist recesses, tantalizing her out of her reluctance by teasing her sensitive cunt into spine-tingling life.
Sensing that she was beginning to respond, Roper began to probe at the enticing pink furrow with renewed vigor, darting and flicking his long, wet tongue, swirling and rotating it around in the soft fleshy folds of gently quivering cuntal flesh. Dan Roper's fingers reached up over the white flatness of her trembling belly and dug harshly into the softness of her jiggling breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling her defensively stiffened nipples between them until they were fully erect.
As he worked his mouth voraciously at the opening to her tight little cunt, his wide glinting eyes watched his trainee's face in arrogant delight, waiting for the first signs of total surrender he knew were sure to come.
Suddenly, Mitzi felt her body begin to desert her. Her squirming buttocks jerked involuntarily back and forth, slipping her saliva-soaked pussy up and down on his obscenely darting tongue, no longer able to resist the spasms of sheer sensual delight coursing through her veins. The unwelcome response struck her with its full impact, filling her with shame that she could enjoy the depraved sucking at her loins.
After another long moment of desperate inner struggle the dam of feelings burst. Her aroused young body suddenly began a slow but wanton movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands locked fingers behind his bobbing head to press his face against her desire-moist loins so that he could hardly breathe. Forgotten now were the thoughts of her unfaithful husband and the other woman in the taxi; forgotten the unexpected lewd scene she had witnessed only minutes before between her lover and her blonde female co-worker. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing her flesh like tiny needles of fire.
The foreman felt the young redhead's sudden submission and with a savage force thrust his thick tongue deeper into the quivering moist sheath until he could feel her soft silky pubic hairs grazing wetly against his cheeks as she ground her loins in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his buried face. She was his now, he gloated to himself. It was of no importance now whether she was a woman's lib supporter or not; she was becoming a slave to her passions just like every other high-minded dame. Between her lightly jouncing white breasts he watched the pleasurable agony of desire contorting her face-her eyes clenched shut, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth.
With growing excitement, Roper sensed it wouldn't be long now until he could freely, with her own consent, fuck his cock deep up into that little white belly of hers and shoot his lust-fired semen all the way up into her steaming tight pussy. The aloof, voluptuous young wife no longer could feel that she was too good for him-she was just another hot little bitch who would soon be screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get shoved up between her widespread thighs.
Well, he gloated, she'd get fucked all right-and fucked good and proper!
But first, he had something else he wanted to do. What he had in mind would really let her know who was boss in this world once and for all.
The inexperienced young woman was totally unprepared for what came next. The last thing she had known was the insanely licking moistness bringing her throbbing hot clitoris closer and closer to the wildest orgasm she had ever experienced, and then cool air rushed up between her trembling thighs as he forced his head away, shoving her clasping hands away with it, and then he was slithering up over her panting body. Her desire-ridden cunt ground vainly in little circles for the release that had been so near, and then she felt the weight of his buttocks on her rib cage.
Mitzi opened her eyes to see Dan Roper reach down to squeeze her soft resilient breasts together, forming a warm tunnel around his rockhard penis. He pushed them together so hard that the nipples met at the top, and then he held the aroused pink buds between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, beginning a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigid shaft back and forth through the warm, flaccid channel formed by her breasts. With his other hand, he reached around to once more fondle and caress her wide-open pussy behind him, stroking up and down in the moist hotness with his extended middle finger once or twice, and then beginning to drive it lewdly in and out of her desperately clasping vaginal wetness. Each time he slipped his finger back out of the slippery wetness, he let it flip lightly up over her erectly twittering clitoris, causing her to again begin bucking her loins under him. He kept up the slow rocking motion between her breasts for a long time, feeling his penis growing and expanding until he was afraid it would erupt before he was ready. He sat still for a moment enjoying the hot aching down in his balls, her hips undulating as she voluntarily now fucked her hungrily yearning cunt up against his motionless hand in a silent plea for more.
At the same time he was tweaking and pulling at the rounded softness of the two white mounds surrounding his cock, he studied her face for reaction. Her eyes were open again now, gazing unseeing up at the ceiling. A thin smoky veil of passion obscured her dilating pupils. Her hips and ass-cheeks writhed on the bed beneath, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw inside herself. Mitzi was completely out of control and the lecherous older man could see that nothing he did to her would matter to her now. She would accept any degradation he wanted to force on her to quell the fire that was raging in her salaciously aroused vagina.
His eyes locked on her sensuous full lips, moist from her tongue swirling senseless around them as she suffered her unfulfilled desire.
He moved up then so that his knees were on either side of her neck, his long, thick cock throbbing directly out over her face. His heavy cum-laden balls lay gently against her chin. Placing both his hands down behind her neck, he lifted her head up off the bed toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly until the tip of his penis was pressed gently against the full, sensual softness of her glistening, lipstick-rimmed lips. Roper groaned above her as he felt the soft lipsticked flesh brush against his sensitive cocktip.
The ravishing redhead's lips closed at the first touch and her eyes came into focus again. At first she couldn't believe that the velvety warmth touching her lips was his penis, but then she saw the glistening clear moisture seeping from the tiny slit at the end and tried to jerk her face to the side. But the stocky man's fingers tightened their grip in her long red hair, forcing her head to stay where it was. She could feel the hard rubbery tip begging entrance into her tightly clamped lips, but she was equally determined not to take it into her mouth, moaning out her protests loudly into the room.
But the lewdly grinning man only tightened the grip of his left hand in her hair and reached with his right to pinch her nostrils closed between his thumb and forefinger.
Finally Mitzi was forced to part her lips in order to breathe, and Roper did not waste a second. He shoved forward with all his strength, quickly ovaling her mouth wide with the thickness of his pulsing cock, shoving it brutally all the way into the back of her throat. She was nearly choking on the long, hot rod of flesh imbedded deeply up in her helpless mouth, and he finally remembered to release her nostrils and let her get some air. He could feel the steaming softness of her tongue flattened out beneath his thick, blood-engorged penis, and the smoothness of her lips clasped around him in a tight elastic ring of beautiful young lip-flesh.
"Suck my cock, baby," he hissed down at her. "My cock will stay all the way up in that snooty little throat of yours until you suck it and lick it with your tongue," he told her, at the same time making short strokes between her wide-held lips-just enough to let her know he was still master, and not yet ready to cum.
The young redhead's eyes were filled with shame and humiliation, but though her mind was racing blindly looking for a way out of what he wanted, she could think of no escape. With a guttural groan of unwilling acceptance, she clenched her eyes shut and started using her tongue, slowly at first, then forcing herself to rotate it wetly around the smooth rubbery flesh of his throbbing cockhead. If the only way to relieve the pain and degradation was to make him grow to a climax, she was thinking, then she had to do it as quickly as possible. Already her wide-open jaws were tiring from the effort of keeping her teeth away from the skin of his impaling shaft and her neck felt as though it would break.
Roper began slowly slipping in and out of her lavishing hot mouth, feeling with pained intensity her lips moving up and down his cock, the tender hot flesh of her tongue circling his hardness intently, urging him to cum.
She began to suck him with a moist, nibbling pressure, licking and curling her tongue around his lewdly invading thickness in time to his hand still burying itself repeatedly in her desire-flooded pussy below. Oh God! Why did it have to be this, when in spite of her revulsion of him as a man, her cunt was on fire for his long, hard cock? His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs as she continued sucking, slipping her open mouth up and down the length of his plunging rod of flesh. And as she sucked, his already immense penis only seemed to inflate more than ever beneath her rapidly swirling tongue.
Suddenly she felt his loins begin to jerk wildly into her mouth, and nothing in the world could have stopped the liquid white flow that came rushing like a bursting fire hose up from his aching testicles and out the tip of his crazily pulsating penis.
Roper gripped his young employee's head tighter with his hand and shoved his exploding cock deeply into the back of her throat, hearing her groan beneath him as the first needle-thin spurt of burning hot semen flooded into her helpless mouth, bloating her cheeks out into chipmunk-like bulges on her face. Her Adam's apple worked furiously up and down as she swallowed to keep from choking on the thick sperm so lewdly filling her mouth to the brim.
The paunchy foreman watched her cheeks alternately bloating and hollowing as she convulsively sucked him dry and, momentarily exhausted, he braced himself with his hand in her hair to keep from falling from her body onto the bed. Her still unsatisfied pussy was grinding beseechingly up around his middle finger for release, but he was too weak to do anything for her at the moment. His deflating cock slipped wetly back out of her now reluctantly surrendering lips, with lewd spider-web-thin white strands of his hot cum following after the depleted broad tip.
Mitzi felt like a borderline schizophrenic about to go over the edge. She still felt the unquenched desire approaching the flash point down between her legs, but at the same time the shame and degradation of the debauched act she had been forced to perform on a man she detested filled her with self-hatred for her continuing arousal. The slightly pungent masculine taste of Roper's semen still filled her mouth, and yet here she was wanting the longing in her vagina to be fulfilled!
The conscience-torn young girl moaned in mixed meaning below him, scarcely noticing that his weight was lifted from her twisting and churning body. But then when his hand massaging at her cunt slipped up over the rounded fullness of her thigh as he lay down on the mattress beside her, she suddenly became frantic with desire. Her hands rushed down to the burning moist valley between her uncontrollably flexing thighs, fondling and caressing her steaming pussy with total abandon.
Dan Roper watched in disbelief as she began rhythmically finger-fucking herself with her extended right middle finger, at the same time stroking the wet pink hair-lined flesh surrounding it with the fingers of her other hand. She looked like she was going out of her mind for it, and the thought of the high and mighty little bitch begging for it made his loins ache again. Sliding his calloused hands down to his soft, limp cock, he began to squeeze its flaccid flesh and rub his loosely dangling balls to bring himself up to full, blood-hardened erection again. After all, he might never get another chance to fuck her shitless after tonight!
It didn't take much to get him turned on again, what with the wantonly squirming redhead finger-fucking herself before his very eyes. As her finger stroked repeatedly in and out of her pink, moist cuntal mouth, Roper felt his penis slowly begin to harden again in his massaging fist. He grinned to himself proudly at his insatiable sexual appetite and raised himself up over her wide-split loins again, his knees together between lewdly split thighs. Levering his thickly stiffened cock forward, he aimed its broad rubber tip directly for the glistening wet opening of her pussy. The lust-maddened young wife immediately slipped her finger out of the way and with her own fingertips spread the outer lips way to the sides to make the way easier for him.
The balding older man paused but a moment to enjoy the quivering heat clasping around the throbbing tip of his cock, and then, with one long smooth stroke, rammed it all the way up to her cervix. There was only the slightest resistance now from the fever-pitch of excitement she had reached, and he could feel the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping around his aching hardness so firmly and wetly it almost drove him crazy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Mitzi moaned in a singing voice, feeling her helplessly throbbing-vagina flower open to receive his lust-lengthened thickness deep up to her womb. She began to move in wild abandoned little fucking motions beneath him, muttering incoherent words of wild uncontrolled passion to urge him on.
Setting up a steady slow rhythm, Roper plunged his rock-hard penis up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft oven of her cunt, feeling her vagina flourishing wetly before him as though she had never been fucked before in her life.
"Oooooooh, God. Yes, yes, fuck it! Fuck it hard!" she cried out into the room as he pumped always a little faster, a little harder, her forehead covered with a light coat of glistening perspiration that plastered her disheveled red hair to her temples. Then he slithered his strong rough hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tight, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins.
From that position, he squirmed down into her open pussy with all the strength of his hips and thighs, the smooth raw flesh of her inner cuntal walls clasping and unclasping like a heart beat around his nearly bursting cock. He pulled his head back to watch the young wife's ecstatic face. Her nostrils were flaring and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassily up into the room, a wild and unsatiated desire burning like pinpoints of fire in her pupils.
"Oh, oh. Deeper. Harder. Fuck me-fuck me!" she begged him, gasping as if she were close to death. Swinging her soft, tender thighs up higher, she doubled herself up beneath him like a ball of lust-maddened flesh. Roper wrapped his arms around her knees under him, flattening her upper thighs down onto her breasts. Now there was nothing beneath his pounding loins impending his onslaught into her upthrusting cunt.
"I'm cumming! I'm cummmmmmmminggggg!" Mitzi suddenly cried out in an agonized gasp of intense passion, locking her ankles tightly against his laboring back, waving her ass-cheeks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt crazily up and down on his hotly plunging rod of flesh.
At the same time, the passion-inflamed redhead snaked her arms up around his neck and with total abandon, smashed her open mouth tight to his. He could still taste on her soft lips the pungent flavor of the sperm he had spurted into her throat such a short time ago.
Her body arched and she held tightly to him, not moving but quivering and jerking against him as her orgasmic secretions spewed out around his still hard-driving penis, seeping down the side-split crevice of her trembling buttocks to drench his drum-tight balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered anus below.
Though Roper had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago, the wildness of the girl's climax had started a slow aching pressure deep within his balls again. He knew it wouldn't be long before he had a second mind-shattering orgasm himself, and he wanted it a different way. Without letting his blood-engorged cock slip from her throbbing hot vagina, the plumbing foreman raised his chest up slightly from her legs trapped in a jackknife beneath him, turning her over onto her side. His slithering cock still pumped easily up into the cum flooded softness of her cunt as he lifted her by the hips until she was dog-like on her knees in front of him, her naked white buttocks upturned before his hungering gaze. He was fucking up into her from behind now, the force of his long deep strokes rocking her bent-over body back and forth on the bed in front of him.
Digging his calloused fingers harshly into the giving softness of her quivering ass-cheeks, he increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked hard against her buttocks while he watched the glistening pink flanges of her cunt clasping to his lunging rod of flesh. Her tightly puckered anal ring nestled tantalizingly in the narrow curving crevice above his hardened shaft flashing in and out of her still-welcoming pussy, and he felt an almost overwhelming urge to fuck her there. He knew it would hurt her at first but with the moisture from her flooding hot cunt, he could probably get it in.
With a sadistic grin he clamped his fingers tighter into her softly-fleshed buttocks to hold her in place. Then he slipped his glistening wet cock out of the young woman's wide-stretched pussy and set it firmly in place with his thumbs at her tiny anal ring.
On the outstroke his pistoning cock had been in Mitzi's moistly churning cunt, and then on the next instroke it was shoving its way by sheer force up into the narrower confines of her tight little anus. Roper reached up with one hand to grip her shoulder and pull her cringing buttocks back tighter onto him.
"Arggggh! No, don't! It hurts!" Mitzi screamed before him as she thrashed and bucked from the sudden painful entrance into her defenseless rectum. But he paid no heed, relentlessly shafting up into her virginal anal opening, rushing up the tight nether channel until his slight paunch smacked flat against her wildly jerking buttocks.
Mitzi was fastened inescapably to him now, her eyes bulging open, her long red hair whipping from side to side as she tried to free herself from the excruciating thickness. She could feel his throbbing penis inside her like a heart beating in her anus, each pulse shoving her inner rectal walls a little farther outward from his hardness, until finally she could hardly bear to breathe again.
The ravishing young wife felt him up behind her beginning to stroke smoothly in and out, with short and shallow thrusts at first, but then gradually lengthening until just the expanded glans at the end was left inside before he fucked back up into her again to the hilt.
The burly foreman gritted his teeth from the unbearable tightness of the narrow opening, pulling his lips back in a grimace of mingled pulling his lips back in a grimace of mingled pain and pleasure. He had never felt such a hot clasping pressure around his cock and the lewd sensations were driving him crazy. He continued steadily stroking for a minute and then the impossible began to happen.
With a low mewling sound like an animal in heat, Mitzi began to rock gently with him, meeting his inward thrusts with her back-pushing buttocks, grinding the milk-white half moons lasciviously into his loins to take his lust-hardened cock as deep up in her wide-split little ass-hole as she could. She was enjoying it now in spite of the small lingering pain, and she moaned and panted her passionate pleas in all the obscenities she had ever heard.
"Ohhhhh. Fuck it! Fuck my ass!" she quavered at him in a pleading lust-altered voice. "Split it! Split it open!!!"
Dan Roper sweated and grunted up behind her wildly working ass-cheeks, fucking harder and harder like a sex-crazed bull up into her tightly clutching little rectal passage. It wouldn't be long now, he was thinking. But he wanted to make this final debasement of the formerly aloof and stuck-up little bitch last as long as possible, and he did his best to keep his cock from exploding and flooding his cum deep up in her hotly slaving belly at that very moment!!!