Chapter 6
It was late afternoon when she was shown into the Addison household, and she was invited to dinner with the man. Warner Addison was a very thin man, almost frail in appearance, but his eyes burned with lust, despite the fact that he was on the high side of sixty-five. He had thinning, white hair, a thin mustache, a gravelly voice, and a chicken neck. He smoked cigars incessantly, and when she first saw him, he had on a red silk dressing gown, beneath which his black trouser pants showed clearly.
Sam had brought her to the Addison home, and one of the Addison maids had brought her upstairs to a fancy room that was larger than her entire apartment. She had been given specific orders to take a bath, and noticed a brand of bubble bath near the tub. She also noticed the huge, pink bathroom had a bidet in it, and on the bidet still was a box containing a special douche. She assumed she had to use it, and did so, realizing it had an anise smell to it.
After taking the bath and using the douche, she had gone downstairs to the huge dining room, and there had met Warner Addison. He looked at her for a long moment, noticing she was wearing a simple, opaque blue-and-green robe, wrapped tightly enough around her to hide anything without trying to outline her body. Livia noticed an unconscious nod, as if she had passed some kind of initial test.
At dinner, he broached certain bookkeeping subjects, and was pleased to discover she knew all at the business.
"Good!" he said. "I don't like china-doll type women who think all they have to do is something physical, after which they simply have to stand around and look decorative. A women is no different than a man in certain respects. She should use the brains God gave her. Now tell me, do you know why you were brought here?"
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"I have a fair idea," she nodded.
"Good. Now come upstairs with me."
The old man's bedroom was one of those huge bedchambers with mirrors everywhere, including the ceiling.
"It's obvious you still have a lot to learn," the old man told her as they stood near his bed. "We might as well begin right now. Take off your robe."
Livia had expected this, and yet she hadn't. Though he was a tough old bird when it came to talking business, the man was obviously not the lecher she had been led to believe.
Taking off her robe, she let it all to the floor, and remembering her instruction from Sam not to flaunt her body, she cringed a little. Her arms were close around her.
Livia felt the old man running his hand along the length of her rounded leg. Her skin was soft and tender to his touch, and she heard him moan simply from the enjoyment of touching it. He used the hell of her hand to pry her thighs apart, and Livia felt his old, shuddering breath all over her as his fingers finally came into contact with the dampness of her pussylips.
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"Good," he murmured, "good! Your youth, added to your relative inexperience is doing wonders for me. I can already feel myself getting hard. It's not something I can do all the time at my age."
Livia found herself shivering as he reached into the hot depths of her honeyed love tunnel. First he used his pinky, thinking of her as being virginally tight, and she clamped down with her muscles to further that impression. He pushed between her tight, labial folds, and had he not been so gentle about it, she would have felt some pain. But he rubbed slowly, unlike the six different men who had lustily used and re-used her again and again. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter between her thighs. This made the man smile his wizened smile, and then he began lightly rubbing his thumb against the fleshy outer folds of her labia, touching her extremely sensitive clitoris between them. She gasped as he rubbed it, arousal charging through her like the light brigade itself.
As she stared, he used his two forefingers to part the sticky lips of her vagina, and then did what Forrest Cameron had promised to do, but hadn't done that night she had sucked him. The old man put his mouth against her vagina and inserted his tongue into the pink shell-like orifice. He licked lightly at first, and to Livia it was as if he was using a light, moist camel's hair brush between her vaginal lips. In spite of all the orgasms she had achieved, she had never felt arousal such as this, before. She would never have believed anything in the world felt so good.
Shuddering with sensational ecstasies the like of which no man had ever induced in her before, unable to believe such greater thrills existed in the depths of her womanly body, Livia strained to keep her body still as the man continued lapping away hungrily at her vagina.
His hands slid beneath the firm roundnesses of her globelike buttocks, cupping them in his palms as his mouth returned to draining the sweet liquid from her oozing pleat. He sucked. noisily and loudly, and the sounds of his sucking filled her ears and thrilled her beyond belief. She thrilled to the maddening lunges and plunges of his tongue as it sank repeatedly into her, making her entire body quiver with uncontrolled delight.
Her head slammed back on pillow beneath as the old man's hungering mouth sank into her steaming center again. His tongue began roaming through her tantalizingly frothing tunnel, tasting her sweetness and savoring it, making the woman hum with excitement as she hurled her fulcrum into the man's face. The sheer, wanton exuberance of what she was feeling had her totally trapped for the moment.
Her slender hands reached down and felt the smoothness of his sparsely head, and she had to strain to keep herself from digging her fingernails into his scalp. Nevertheless, she was unable to keep from pressing her fingertips against his head, and as a result forced his face deeper and deeper into their simmering alcove.
Then his swiping tongue was puffing itself out of her oozing little hole, running its way up against her clitoris, massaging it repeatedly so that she felt wildly out of control.
"Oh my God! My God! My God!" Livia gasped, calling out as her head whipped from side to side.
She was unable to control herself. What was more, the sound of her voice incited the old man to lance his tongue into her all the more lustingly, intensifying the thrills in her.
Livia was aware of the spearing tongue washing around and around, moving in, then sliding out and pressing itself against her vellicating clitoris, making it quiver like a tuning fork. Her hips were humping up and down in an insane motion, and she was afraid he might get angry because she was unable to keep her lower half still. Nevertheless she was unable to help herself. The way his laying lingual extension slithered through her vaginal trough sent maddening chills racing wildly through her quaking body.
His strong wizened hands were digging into the roundnesses of her buttocks all the more firmly, and once again she was aware of one of his fingers beginning to probe into her. This time it was moving up and down between the mounds of her buttocks, stopping only to press against the ultra-sensitive crinkle of her asshole. Now she understood why Sam and his men had paid special attention to her rectal opening. Had she not been used to something like this, she might well have demurred and resisted his attempts to touch her there. When he pressed the bail of his pinky against the narrow opening of her anus, Livia lifted her body while shivering, and she crammed her puddled vaginal flesh into the man's face with all her strength. Then his tongue reached out and began licking through her womanly trench, slurping out the newly manufactured fluid from within, after which it would return to her clitoral button and press against it, making her entire interior feel as if bells were ringing within.
He had told her he intended making her come this way, and she wondered if it was humanly possible. She certainly hoped so, since she had discovered all the other sensitive nerve-endings in her body. She was able to come with a cock in her throat, as well as with a cock in her ass and in her cunt. Well if a man was able to come because of her mouth, there was no reason to assume that a woman was incapable of attaining orgasm with a man's mouth working on her. God! She really wanted to come! She wanted it badly. She had to come this way, or she would shortly go plumb out of her skull.
Don't stop, don't stop! she thought, her head still whipping from side to side as she pressed her hands all the more firmly against the man's head while humping her squishy vagina into his anxious face. Each time his lathered tongue moved through her steaming center, she quaked a bit more violently, slowly losing what little control she had left.
His tongue turned her steaming cunt into a seething swamp of salacious delight as his mouth kept on sucking. Even as his oral organ continued delving into the creaming depths of her tight box, her muscles began working overtime, tightening themselves around the oral digit, trying to pull it that much deeper into her.
Livia's anxious mind was whirling swiftly now, the pace so dizzying she wondered if she would be able to remain conscious. All this seemed to be so totally overwhelming. A multitude of physical thrills were invading her body as inner nerves were repeatedly touched by the man's constantly lapping tongue. Somewhere, somehow, there had to be some kind of conclusion that would make her reach wilder heights than she had ever previously dreamed possible.
Addison's licking tongue continued hungrily working through her creamingly aching vagina, moving with ever- increasing rapidity as the man sensed she was nearing her initial orgasm. For him it was a especially great thrill to know he had this new, barely broken-in woman who was about to hit the top of the rainbow because of the way he was working on her. He felt his own pulsating penis, long and hard as it hadn't been for some time now. It had taken so long to find a replacement for his former secretary. All the other women who had been brought here had been totally unsatisfactory, and not one of them had been able to cause him to get hard—not even when they sucked his cock. He had gone through weeks of frustration.
Now this one had such a sweet, tantalizing pussy. He was always able to detect inner scents. There were some women who, no matter how much they douched or washed themselves, had the smell of dead fish coming from their cunts. Others, the so called normal ones, with a little washing, were able to keep the stink from invading them. But then there were the real rarities—like Livia—who even if they didn't wash between their thighs, had a naturally delightful essence coming from within them that was so tantalizing, it made a man try and dive right back into the womb all over again. Nothing bland or tasteless about this one.
His lancing tongue stabbed itself into her clitoris again and again, then lashed out violently against her quivering clitoris, applying violent force, making her hot cunt slam into his visage with overpowering and uncontrolled vigor.
"Hhhhaaaggghnhhuuunngghh!" she bellowed as her fingers tightened their hold on what few wisps of hair he did have left.
The orgasm totally inundated her as her thighs clamped around his face and blasts of hot vaginal oil splashed into his countenance. He lapped and slurped until he had sucked her dry, and Livia realized it was the single most heavenly climax she had ever enjoyed.
"Now," the old man said to her, "you've gotten off, and it's my turn. Remember, you promised to do anything and everything I want."
"Yes," Livia nodded, aware of what was coming.
He took some rawhide throngs from a drawer, and spreadeagling her on the bed, he tied her wrists to the headboard, while securing her ankles to the foot of the bed. Then maliciously, or so it seemed, crammed a gag into her mouth.
Livia watched, anticipating, aware she was about to endure pain, whimpering at the thought as the old man undressed. In spite of all warnings she saw his phallus was one immense pole—not just for an old man, but for any man. Her vagina began creaming all over again.
He was old, his skin wrinkled, his limbs almost gnarled, yet the sight of him aroused Livia. He was going to rape her now, of this she was aware, and he would hurt her. She hoped he wouldn't permanently mutilate her. Anything else was bearable.
He took his time undressing. She waited for him to leap on top of her, but he didn't. He merely stood and looked at her.
Livia felt her nipples swelling at the pressure of his eyes. His stare frightened her a little, and she began struggling with her bonds, but he had tied her expertly, and she wasn't able to move. Apparently he was at an age where something other than "normal" stimulus was needed to make him come.
Livia writhed and squirmed, unable to control her fright, for even though she had accepted that she would take pain, her body had not wholly accepted it, and she was afraid all over again. The man stood at the side of the bed for what felt like an inordinately long time, his eyes raking her body with his old, licentious stare, and Livia found it to be as agonizing as actual torture. He slavered, and she realized it wasn't the taste of her or the feel of her that aroused him as much as the though of what he intended doing to her. She felt more naked and vulnerable than ever.
When she felt she was unable to bear the old man's salacious stare any longer, he bent down slowly and picked up his trousers. Livia shuddered with expected horror as she watched him slide his belt from the loops of his pants. He swung it around the room a few times, experimentally, and she heard the leather crack. The snapping sound touched off something inside her, and she screamed. But the gag had her effectively muzzled, and though Addison heard her, he knew the sound wouldn't carry beyond the bedroom. He smiled, wickedly.
"Yes," he murmured in a sibilant voice, "you must learn, dear girl, you must definitely learn."
Abruptly, the belt flashed through the air and came down on her belly, leaving a pink welt which cruelly stung her. Her body jerked insanely, and her fully ripe breasts, with their fruitlike nipples bounced lasciviously with each of her spasmodic motions. She tried writhing from side to side in the vain hope of avoiding the lash. The old man continued whipping her belly, then her breasts, very methodically, turning her flesh all over a bright-red. He lay the belt on her again and again, and as time passed, a slow, heated sensation began oozing through Livia. The more the leather kissed her flesh, the more aroused she became.
Pain continued building within her and tears flooded down her burning cheeks. But her sobs remained muffled, and her mouth was dry because the gag inside. God! This was agonizing, and yet it was also unbelievably ecstatic.
He lashed again, and her body jerked, quivering With new-found lust, yet continuing to feel pleasure-pain beyond belief. Bizarre torment added to uncontrollable desire as intensified feeling continued shooting madly through her. Each blow of the falling belt hurt more than the previous one, and yet the intense enjoyment continued building that much higher inside her, until her vagina was filled with a frothy mixture of her juices.
Livia was unable to believe how readily her body responded to pain, but it was obvious old man Addison was fully aware of her inner sensibilities, and more pleased than ever. He had found her cunt tasty, and now he was enjoying the whipping of her. He was obviously content that she was at the peak of her enjoyment at this moment, and his own cock stood ramrod- erect. He intended quenching the flame of desire filling both of them, but not before he had treated her to a bit more agony, in order to make her enjoy it all that much more.
Abruptly, he crammed his middle finger of his right hand into the teeming terebration of her bubbling feminine basilica. He felt her trying hard to scrunch her vaginal muscles tightly together, though he didn't know if she was trying to stop his finger or merely enjoy it. Nevertheless, he forced the finger into her, then grinned licentiously at her as he yanked it out, showing her it was covered with a thick, jellylike oily substance. He enjoyed watching her face flush a lovely shade of crimson as he smeared her cunt oils on her cheeks. Then he proceeded to take a small straight pin from the dresser and stick it into her buttocks in a hundred different places, making her bounce insanely. The pricking of the pinpoint was driving her up the wall. Her head whipped from side to side as her body bounced uncontrollably. She was insane with thrilled pain.
Finally he put the pin down on the dresser, and walking back to her, hurled his somewhat frail form on top of her. With no further ceremony, he crammed his throbbing cock into the lathering center of her. The lovely female quivered as she felt a pre-orgasmic ripple charge through her anxious body, a ripple of rapture. She clamped her eyes tightly shut, confused to some extent because she realized she was unable to control her responses, much less the man who was eliciting the responses from her. Not that she had ever been the one in control but Livia sensed that at the moment of copulation, control usually passed from the man to the woman, if only for a short while, especially if the woman knew what she was doing. In a sense, she felt humiliated at being totally controlled even now.
The old man still had more than a little weight, which was somewhat astonishing, considering how frail he appeared. As a result, he pressed her rounded form deeper into the mattress, feeling his gray-haired chest press her bulbous breasts flatly against her.
The pressure of his weight on her breasts caused them to throb that much more intently, and she became aware of her nipples elongating that much more because of the greater arousal. Desire filled her as never before, and she responded to it as never before.
Bracing himself with his forearms digging into the mattress on either side of her, the old man started moving back and forth within her, yanking his fleshy pole out right to the tip, then cramming it back in all over gain. He was in heaven.
Livia grunted behind her gag, feeling the violent impact of his hairy loins against her swelling cutlips. The pink petals of her inner labia flowered outward, swelling with the boiling blood which had awakened in her veins, coursing through her all the more vehemently.
Each inward lunge of Addison's throbbing cock jarred her body. Her flattened breasts jiggled against his chest.
He fucked her violently, raping her, in no way pretending to be romantic about it. This was sex, pure and simple, and though he had regard for her pleasure, it was simply to assure her being ready to give him that much more enjoyment. As a result, the blood boiled in her body as the juices seethed in her cunt, while her walls tingled.
The old man's flesh wrinkled even more as he pounded into her driving the full length of his cock to the deepest part of her cunt. She panted through her nostrils, the breath all steamy.
She surrendered herself totally to the man's hard cock, and as a result felt the orgasm welling up inside her. She quaked and quivered, then came instantly, shouting through the gag.
His thwacking balls hammered noisily against her wet cuntlips as she felt his prick swelling inside her, and then he began unleashing the great gouts of seed, letting the white pour into her. He fired repeatedly, and there seemed to be more juices in him than in the younger men she had known. But finally it came to an end.
Rising, he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off, then came back and washed out her cunt before untying her.
"You're learning," he cackled as she took the gag out of her mouth. "You'll need more practice sessions, but you're learning. Those others, Wentworth and Cameron, they don't know how much fun sex can be. Mebbee one day, after I've taught you, you'll teach them."
The old man was patient with her, more patient than a man of his years should have been. Livia noticed that patience was something young people ought to have had, but didn't, and something old people shouldn't have had, but did. When he finally did fuck her again, she had another orgasm, and she found it equal in power to the other one as well as the one he had induced with his mouth. She soon came to realize that good as the man was, much of her reactions were due solely to the fact that her own internal self was learning to appreciate orgasms that much more readily. What was more, Addison realized it too, and discovered he had a real gem in this particular woman.
"You know," he told her, "if I weren't such an old fart, I'd marry you. I was married five times, and divorced five times. Not one of my wives worked out because not one of them had the sexuality you have. But if I did marry you, even when l retired, it would make Wentworth senior partner, but you would become the junior partner, you know. Hell girl! I don't have too much longer on this earth. Hardening of the arteries and all that crap. How would you like to become a partner in the company and keep it Addison and Wentworth?"
"I don't understand," Livia said.
"I'm proposing," the old man cackled. "I want you t'marry me. Not that it'll restrict what activities Wentworth and I have in mind for you, but at least you'll really be a full recipient instead of being one of the paid help. Wouldja like that?"
"But why marry me?" she asked. "You can have me any way you want."
"Well the way I want is to marry you," he snorted. "Wentworth will love the idea. He's been trying to screw me ever since we went into partnership, and if you marry me, and he seduces you, which is what I want to happen, then he'll think he's putting something over on me, at last. Only you and I will know differently, won't we honey."
"Are you sure this is what you want, Mr. Addison?"
"Yes, damn it! I'm sure. Well ... will you?"
"Well, yes, sure," she nodded.
"Good. Then from now on you call me Warner. That's my name."
"Yes sir ... uhhh ... Warner."
"Oh we're really gonna have us a ball, Livia. I know I only have me a little time left, but I'm gonna enjoy all of it. With that lovely face and body of yours, you're gonna get me some new accounts, honey. Yep! We're gonna expand the company. There're men who'll be suave, so you string 'em along and make 'em work to seduce you. This way they'll think they've really accomplished something. Then there're the tough guys, the guys who like kicking their women around a little. They won't get too tough with you because they won't want any marks showing on you. In fact, Wentworth is one of those macho men who thinks it necessary to beat up on a woman. If you were just my secretary, he would be content to simply fuck you in the regular way. But with you as my wife, he'll really go to town on you. After all, he's never been able to put something over on me, and he'll think that by putting goat's horns on me, he'll be succeeding. What he won't know is, while he's screwing you, I'll be going over the books, and making sure he isn't screwing me. I'll make copies of the books and I'll show you what little things to look for, so when I'm gone, you'll also be able to go over the books and make sure you're getting your fair share. Even though he'll be the senior partner, his share is still only fifty percent. You get the other fifty percent. What's more, all those punks, like that Forrest Cameron, who think they're ready to move up, will have to cowtow to you, honey, because Wentworth will be retiring in the next five years. Then you'll become senior partner."
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