Chapter 3
When Norma arrived home that afternoon she found herself in a state of total confusion, her body trembling all over. Immediately the exhausted brunette headed into the kitchen to fix herself a martini, though she wasn't accustomed to drinking during the day.
I haven't gone this far in a long, long time, she thought to herself as she hurriedly shook the gin and vermouth in a container and poured a drink. What if someone saw me? God, it's bound to happen someday if I keep doing things like this in public.
The muscles of her whole body felt tight and stiff, and her mind was on the verge of snapping. How much longer could she carry on the double life she was leading, acting cool and crisp in the office like a robot and seducing young boys on the side? The tension was killing her, and after she had finished the martini, she entered the bedroom and began sobbing like a frightened child. If only there were some way she could rid herself of the strange compulsion to expose her panties in front of young boys, everything would be all right. But it was impossible, impossible, she thought to herself.
Norma passed the rest of the weekend idling listlessly around her apartment, trying to concentrate on some books on salesmanship which Mr. Cunningham had suggested she read. Early Sunday evening, after a meager dinner which she forced herself to eat, she climbed back in bed and gradually drifted off to sleep.
The following morning she woke early and after seriously contemplating not showing up for work, dressed herself in a gray-checked jumper with a white long sleeved blouse underneath. As usual, she pulled her long dark hair back in an austere bun, donned her dark-framed glasses and headed out to her convertible.
When she arrived at work at a quarter to nine, she was surprised to find Nick Saxby already at his desk, his feet propped up on it as usual, a broad grin playing over his handsome arrogant face. He certainly looked bright and cheery, she thought to herself as she passed by his office, but she quickly looked away, partly out of guilt since she had a strong feeling that Nick wouldn't be with the company much longer. Good riddance to him anyway, he was nothing but a little playboy who thought he could succeed in business by charming everyone, not by putting in long hours of hard work as she did.
"Well, hello, Norma," her fellow marketing analyst called out to her in a pleasant voice as she walked briskly by.
"Good morning, Mr. Saxby," she answered formally as she entered her office, a small cubicle surrounded by metal partitions and topped by frosted glass windows.
To her surprise, Saxby strolled casually up to her desk and asked if she wanted a cup of coffee. She removed her dark-framed glasses to stare at him, trying to figure out what his game was. At first she thought he was being sarcastic because ever since she'd been with the company she had refused to take her turn at coffee duty like the rest of the girls.
A moment later, though, she could see he wasn't being sarcastic at all, he was smiling so pleasantly at her.
"All right," she said finally. "I think I will."
Before she could count to ten, her rival was back with a steaming hot cup which he set on her desk. Uninvited, he pulled a chair up, lit a cigarette, and casually crossed his legs.
'Tell me something, Norma," he said. "Do you think you'll make vice-president?"
The question was so blunt that it caught her completely off guard, and she could almost feel herself blushing.
"Why ... I haven't the slightest idea. Mr. Cunningham hasn't mentioned a thing about it. Why do you ask?"
Nick grinned coyly, realizing he could afford to grin now that he had taken those incriminating pictures of her seducing the two young kids. He'd dropped them off at the photo lab and requested a rush job.
"Just curiosity," he said. "He certainly seems to be very fond of your work."
"Well, / happen to be fond of my work too." At that Nick threw his hands up in the air. "Look, don't bite me," he grinned. "I'm just making conversation. After all, I don't get much chance to talk with you. You're always so busy."
"Mr. Saxby, I know you're trying to get at something, but I don't know what it is." She glanced quickly down at her wristwatch. "It's almost nine now, and I have a lot of work to do. Perhaps you could do the same."
Snotty bitch, he thought to himself. She really played that office robot act to the hilt. He was going to enjoy it when he knocked her down a notch, when he showed her the photos of that young kid screwing her through her panties and caught the expression on her face. Shit, he was really going to enjoy it, but now was not the time to spring his surprise. Now was the time to just act normal, and so he took another sip of coffee and rose from his chair.
"Just call me Nick," he winked from the entrance to her office. He gave her a last lingering grin and went on his way.
As he left, Norma looked up from the papers she had pretended to busy herself with and felt a strange uneasiness clouding her mind. Why was he suddenly trying to be so friendly to her, and why had he just dropped into her office to pay her a visit? There was something ominous in his tone of voice, something a bit too familiar for her taste.
Norma continued to ponder this strange behavior until Mr. Cunningham called her into his office, at which point she dismissed all thoughts of her rival from her mind.
As she took a seat on the opposite side of the president's desk, she saw him lean back in his swivel chair, fold his powerful hands in his lap, and smile at her in a fatherly way. Norma knew that was a good sign, because Arthur Cunningham did not smile at everyone, and he did not give compliments easily, which was the way she liked it.
There was no other male she admired more than this handsome fifty year old industrialist. Even from the alertness of his deep-set brown eyes it was evident that his mind was as sharp as a razor. He exuded an air of calm confidence that was reflected in his strong distinguished features, his neatly combed-back steel gray hair, and the rugged character lines in his leathery suntanned face.
"Norma," he said finally. "I want to tell you that you've been doing an excellent job. I've read every word of your report, and I agree with you completely. You've hit on exactly the right approach for the advertising agency."
"Thank you, Mr. Cunningham," she answered promptly.
"I also want you to know that we're seriously considering you for the post of marketing vice-president. We've kept that post open a long time — ever since Ned Baxter left - and we've done it for a good reason. We want to find the right person. Of course, there's one problem. We've never had a woman in that high a position before."
Norma braced herself for what she thought was going to come, the thing she had been fighting all her life. He was going to tell her that her work was excellent, but that women just weren't suited for executive positions. They received expensive training then left to get married, pregnant, etc. Her mind flashed back quickly to the experience which had occurred when she was thirteen years old - the day the boys had sent her to the sidelines. Men were all the same, she thought bitterly. They let you play the game, and then whether they were thirteen or thirty, shoved you aside when you played too well.
Surprisingly, though, Arthur Cunningham did not say what she expected.
"In spite of the fact that we've never had a woman vice-president," he resumed. "I'm willing to back you, provided you can show me you know how to handle men. You have to understand, Norma, business just isn't statistics and marketing forecasts. The human element is the main thing - especially when you're dealing with sales. And if you're going to be marketing vice-president, you've got to know how to handle salesmen - men like Benny Smith and Don Richardson. In essence, you've got to become one of the boys, and if you can do that, you're a sure bet for vice-president."
"Mr. Cunningham," Norma interrupted him. "I certainly can't be one of the boys, but I think I've proven that I'm competitive and I know what I'm doing. I think I can earn the respect of all our salesmen."
"Good, good!" Cunningham smiled. "I have confidence in you, Norma, and I know you can do the job."
"Thank you, Mr. Cunningham, thank you very much." Norma said and, realizing that the brief meeting was at an end, she rose from her chair in front of Arthur Cunningham's desk.
As she left the room, the fifty year old widower's eyes fixed on the slender columns of her legs and the neatly rounded mounds of her firmly swaying buttocks. Damn, he thought to himself. If she would only loosen up, she'd be one hell of a broad . . .
In the meantime, Nick Saxby hadn't been able to get a stitch of work done the whole time Norma was in Cunningham's office. He had a hunch that the boss was praising his female rival's work, and it was getting him very upset. His hunch was confirmed when the female computer emerged from the-president's office with a smug little smile on her face, the first one he had ever seen her give. Shit, he thought to himself, she was damn well going to be the next marketing vice-president unless he moved fast, unless he developed a sure-fire plan to stop her.
For the rest of the day, Nick racked his brains, smoking cigarette after cigarette. The first part of the plan was easy. He was going to pay Norma a visit and show her certain photographs he had taken. That he would do tonight. The second part of the plan was more difficult, for not only did he want her to give up her ambition to be vice-president, he also wanted everyone else in the office to know what a hypocrite she was, to know that her high-powered career girl act was just a phony and that deep down inside she was a sex-crazed whore lusting after any little-boy cock she could find. That would be his ultimate vengeance for the fact that she had tried to do him out of what he thought was rightfully his. And that was where things got complicated.
By mid-afternoon, though, a definite plan was finally beginning to take shape in his mind. The plan involved a party he was going to throw, a real wild party - in fact, an orgy. Two things were necessary for it to succeed. First he had to lure Norma to his apartment on the appointed night, and second he had to make sure that people from the office would show up, because he needed witnesses to observe the real Norma Peterson, the woman he had seen seducing two young boys on a suburban football field the day before yesterday. To make the plan succeed, he needed the cooperation of Flo Jones, and he knew the young blonde secretary would be plenty willing to help out.
By the time five o'clock rolled around Nick Saxby was on top of the world. Over at the coat rack he accosted Flo and invited her to McGurk's bar across the street for a drink, an invitation she willingly accepted.
The bar was a dingy joint with a pinball machine in the back and half-drunk laborers occupying the stools facing the counter. They all turned around and stared brazenly as Flo entered with Nick, glancing at her coat as though it were mink and gaping at the pair of breasts that swelled voluptuously beneath it.
Nick led the young secretary quickly to a booth in the back room near the pin-ball machine and took a seat opposite her. He ordered two drinks when the bartender finally came around and then proceeded with his business as Flo slipped out of her coat.
"Listen," he said excitedly. "I've got some good news. I found out about Norma Peterson. You were absolutely right. She likes little boys."
"You see? I told you so," the aggressive young blonde said as the bartender placed two drinks in front of them.
Nick reached out, grinned at her, and patted her hand.
"I'm gonna fix her, Flo baby. I'm gonna fix her for good."
"It's about time," Flo said. "What did you find out?"
"I can't tell you right now, because it's part of a plan I'm still trying to work out, but I need your help."
"Oh yeah?"
"That's right," Nick confided. "You've got to invite some friends of yours from the office to a party I'm having at my apartment."
"A party? Oh yeah?" Flo cooed, too dumb to realize that he was trying to imply something important.
''It's more than a party Flo. It's something special. I want you to bring some girls who know what it's all about, you know what I mean?"
"So . . . you're planning an orgy," Flo whispered secretively, her blue eyes lighting with a seductive twinkle. Nick grinned.
"That's right, sweetheart. A genuine orgy, and Norma Peterson is the star performer."
"You're putting me on, Nick," the eager young blonde chided.
"I'm telling the truth, I swear it. I've got a plan and I think it'll work. It's something out little Miss Peterson can't possibly back out of.'
"Tell me, I'm dying to hear about it."
"No, no," Nick objected. "Not yet, you'll find out in good time. But I need your help. Can I count on you?"
"You can count on me all right," the young secretary swore, the expression on her face becoming cold and calculating. "That damn Peterson bitch has been on my ass ever since she started. I'm getting sick and tired of the high-handed way she acts."
"Well, if things work out right, Norma Peterson isn't going to be on anybody's ass except her own," Nick chuckled confidently.
After glancing at his watch, he downed his drink and hurriedly excused himself. He laid a five dollar bill on the table in front of his female ally and headed out the door before she could protest his abrupt departure.
When he arrived at the photo lab, it was almost closing time. Behind the counter stood the proprietor, a white-haired old man with slumping shoulders, who scanned his customer up and down as if he were memorizing a description for the police. Finally, the old man took his claim slip.
"All thirty-six of them come out?" Nick inquired as casually as he could.
"Nope," the owner said. "Just twenty-four." Nick's face went pale.
"Twenty-four, what are you talkin' about? There were thirty-six shots."
"Show ya what I mean," the old man said cunningly and shuffled into the back room. He returned a moment later with two separate boxes. Pointing to the first box, he said: "This here box has twenty-four slides. That runs you the normal price. This other box has twelve slides in it. That's gonna run you twenty dollars."
For a moment Nick didn't know whether to blow up or simply grab the smaller box and dash out of the store. Then he saw a sly smile cross the old codger's face, and he burst out laughing.
"Okay you greedy old bastard," he chuckled as he reached in his wallet. "Now tell me how they came out."
"Look for yourself," the owner said as he pocketed the folding money and handed his client a small viewer from the counter.
Nick opened the box excitedly, slipped in the slides one by one, and smiled like a baby. Perfect! Absolutely perfect - each one of them. Close-ups of the seductive expression on Norma Peterson's face, shots of her lewdly spread legs with the young kid gaping down at them, and even a couple of beauties showing the super-career girl's hands wrapped around the teenager's cock. Hell, this stuff was so hot it was burning his hands.
"Friend of yours?" the old man leered.
"It's my grandmother," Nick said, inserting the slides in his coat pocket as he turned to hasten out the door.
At the same moment, the object of the incriminating photos, Norma Peterson, was just changing out of her work clothes and donning a long ,gauzy peignoir in the privacy of her city center apartment. Customarily she didn't drink at all during the week ... but tonight she felt was an exception as she happily went about mixing a pitcher of martinis. After all, there weren't many girls who'd been practically assured of becoming vice-president in a large manufacturing company.
She deserved it too, she thought. She had worked hard getting a master's degree and from there learning all about industrial marketing. Ironically, though, if it hadn't been for her special problem, the strange compulsion to expose her panties to young boys, she wouldn't have gotten where she was now. It was to keep from dwelling on this obsession of hers that she'd buried herself in work and stayed free of romantic entanglements with men her own age. Her sexual needs being satisfied in her own perverse way, the only thing that remained was to absorb herself in the business world where she had carved an important niche.
Even now, as she transported the pitcher of martinis and a glass to the low-slung living room couch, she was in the process of improving her mind, for on an end table nearby lay a half-read book on salesmanship which Mr. Cunningham suggested she go through. If only she could master some of the techniques of relating to people she would have the coveted position of marketing vice-president in the bag, and this was the only way she knew to begin the task - by reading a book.
Her eyes scanned the pages rapidly in an alert professional manner, and within ten minutes she was thoroughly absorbed in the material — so absorbed, in fact, that she did not hear the doorbell until the fourth ring, and then she practically jumped from her seat.
Who in the world? she thought to herself, glancing at her watch as she went to the door. It was seven o'clock in the evening. She wasn't expecting anyone, and it certainly didn't seem like a logical time for somebody to pay a visit on her. Hesitantly she opened the door a tiny crack, and got the surprise of her life. It was Nick Saxby!
Dressed in a neat blue shirt, his suitcoat draped over his left shoulder, his top shirt button undone and his tie pulled down, he was casually resting one arm against the doorjamb. And he was smiling at her - that arrogant little smile of his - as though it was the most natural thing in the world to just drop by like this.
"What are you doing here?" Norma gasped, ready to slam the door in his face.
"Just thought I'd stop by for a minute," he chuckled suggestively.
"How did you find my address?" she demanded angrily, self-consciously clasping the folds of her peignoir together at the top.
"Easy. I just looked it up in the personnel file."
"Well I can see somebody's going to be in trouble. Those files are supposed to be confidential."
Nick calmly lit a cigarette and blew smoke through the crack in the door.
"Listen, I have some important business I want to discuss with you. I suggest you let me in."
"You can discuss it from right where you are," she huffed, absolutely amazed at his brazen attitude.
"If you're smart, baby, you'll let me in. My business concerns two young boys and a certain woman."
The words hit her like a fist in the stomach, and the events of the Saturday morning she'd spent on the suburban high school football field flashed through her mind like a quick nightmare. But how could Nick Saxby possibly know about that? How could anyone know about that?
Her look of surprise registered with Nick, and his confidence grew. Before she could shut the door on him he pulled out a stack of color slides from his shirt pocket and flashed them before her eyes.
"I think you'll be interested in these," he leered. "They're not exactly pictures of sailboats."
Norma's eyes darted desperately back and forth, trying to find a way out of the trap she knew was being set for her. But it was hopeless. Somehow, he had found out what she'd done. Somehow he had learned the truth that no one else had discovered, and he was holding the proof in front of her eyes, or at least pretending to.
"You better let me in," he grinned. "You wouldn't want any of those nasty office rumors to make the rounds, would you?"
Norma grew suddenly pale at the implied threat, her hands trembling as she clenched the door knob tightly. God, it was all over now. Someone had discovered her secret life, and that someone was the very man who could do the most harm. How desperately she wanted to claw his eyes out! But in spite of her growing anger she knew she must remain outwardly calm. He could be bluffing after all. Grudgingly she undid the chain lock on the apartment door and opened it.
"Well, well, well," Nick clucked as he swaggered inside and eyed the living room. "Pretty nice setup you have. Pretty nice getup too," he leered as he eyes the diaphorous gown she was wearing. Hell, he could see practically everything — those round, up-tilted tits of hers, even the outline of her tight-fitting bikini panties. No sir, this wasn't the same Norma Peterson he knew from work. This was the Norma Peterson who fucked little boys.
Instinctively the young career girl crossed her arms over her breasts to hide them from his searing gaze. Then she turned and headed briskly into the bedroom to slip into something more modest. To her surprise, though, the uninvited guest simply followed her in and sat down on the edge of the bed, bouncing on it slightly as though trying it for size.
"I don't discuss business in the bedroom. Mr. Saxby," she informed him coldly as she tightened the belt of a dark blue bathrobe around her waist.
"Oh, I like bedrooms. I always talk business in the bedroom. How about a drink?"
"Look, if this is some sort of joke, why don't we just forget about it," Norma retorted.
Nick gave her a level gaze, knitting his dark eyebrows together.
"I said I'd like a drink," he repeated slowly.
For the first time Norma realized this brazen intruder was a dangerous foe, not just an ineffectual playboy. His menacing tone of voice was beginning to- frighten her, and after hesitating for a long moment, she went to the living room to retrieve the pitcher of martinis. She paused there, wondering whether to call the police. But what would she tell them? And if she did call, he was sure to use whatever information he had against her. No, the only thing to do was to bring him the drink he wanted. Only she'd be damned if she was going to get him a glass too.
"Tell me, Norma," he said as she re-entered the bedroom. "Do you usually spend your evenings sitting at home drinking martinis?
He was sitting casually on the edge of the bed as if he owned it and staring at her with a kind of mocking curiosity. Rudely, she thrust the pitcher of martinis in his hand and took a sip from her own half-empty glass, backing away toward a low bureau against the wall.
"No glass?" he inquired.
"Not for you," she snapped. "You're not exactly a guest."
"You're a very nasty little girl," Nick informed her as he grinned back and took a deep draught from the pitcher.
"Suppose we discuss business, Mister Saxby."
"Don't pull your high and mighty act with me," he cautioned her. "We're out of the office now. It's just you and me."
Norma's face flushed red with anger. God, she wanted to toss her drink in his face, but somehow she managed to control herself.
"Okay, I'm ready to talk," he said finally in a level but still threatening voice. Casually he tossed his suit coat onto the foot of the bed and took the slides from his pocket.
"Here take a look at these," he teased "You'll enjoy them."
He held the slides in the hand of his outstretched arm like bait for a helpless fish as Norma, trembling desperately, approached him, setting her drink on the bureau.
"Here take them." He raised them up toward her out-reaching hand and slid the top one off the stack with his thumb.
By God, he thought, she was trapped now. She was shaking all over, her fingers trembling so badly she could barely get a grip on the mounting.
"Go on," Nick coaxed. "Raise it up to the light and take a good look. Take a real good look, baby."
Norma's mind was torn in half. She wanted to snatch the whole stack of filthy photos from his hands and destroy them before he could stop her. But at the same time she knew she must force herself to see how incriminating they really were.
Reluctantly, standing at the edge of the bed to one side of him, she raised the tiny mounted piece of film toward the overhead light and inspected it as her tormentor grinned cruelly up at her.
A wave of panic surged through her body, her heart pounded, and her face paled. God, she was finished now! It was all over. The tiny piece of film had captured the young boy with his pants down, his thickened little penis cuddled in her hands. The camera had focused on her face so clearly that anyone who knew her would recognize her immediately. She was ruined, destroyed!
Angrily she hurled the evidence down at him, wishing it were a brick instead of a flimsy piece of film.
"What do you want?" she hissed contemptuously.
"We'll talk about that in a minute. I'm going to pour you a drink first to take away that nasty edge in your voice."
Gloating in his new found power over his rival, he hoisted up the martini pitcher from the floor by the bed, ambled over to the bureau where her glass was sitting, and casually refilled it.
"Here, take it," he offered. "You're going to need it."
Norma gazed at him bitterly, helpless anger rising inside her body. She wanted to kill him, destroy him for what he had done. He pressed the glass into her unsteady hand and grinned at her in hateful triumph. He had her just where he wanted her - under his thumb, only that wasn't the only thing she was going to be under tonight.
"Drink up, doll. It kills the pain."
Norma's knuckles turned white as she gripped the thin stem of her glass. Then suddenly her hand made a swift upward movement, and in a split second her tormentor's face was dripping with gin and vermouth.
"That does it, baby!" Nick rasped furiously as he lunged toward her. He grabbed her wrists, twisting them painfully until the glass dropped from her left hand. Violently he pinned her arms behind her and pulled her body tightly against his.
"Don't, I'll call the police!" she gasped helplessly.
"Don't give me that shit. You would have called them already."
"Let me go!" she squealed, desperately trying to free her wrists from his grip. But it was hopeless, she knew she could never resist anyone as strong as him.
Before she knew what was happening he had forced her down on the bed and torn her bathrobe loose at the waist. Kneeling on the mattress his knees wedged in between her legs and splayed them apart as his hands wrenched the robe down off her shoulders. The skirts of her flimsy peignoir underneath spread apart, leaving the insides of her thighs naked and unprotected.
'This time, you're the underdog," he hissed down at her between tightly clenched teeth. Squirming helplessly, she tried to free her legs to kick at him, but he only forced his knees tighter between them, wedging her thighs farther apart.
He bent forward from his haunches, still firmly positioned between the struggling girl's legs and pinned down her shoulder with one hand as he seized her jaw with the other Pressing his lips hotly against hers, he speared his tongue up between them into the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
Desperately she tried to jerk her head away, but his hand held it in place. She gasped for air as his tongue jousted with hers and then thrust deep up into her throat, squirming like a wild animal with a life of its own.
"Aaaaaaagh!" she choked, her body jerking violently as she tried to break away. But as quickly as he had inserted his tongue, he withdrew it and, with his hands pressing down her shoulders, his face only inches from hers, he gazed cruelly into her eyes.
"Now, you're gonna feel some real man-cock inside that hot little pussy of yours," he snarled obscenely down at her.
"N-no, don't rape me! I'll give you anything you want. J—just get out of here."
"This is what I want, baby," he muttered as he lowered his head again and began kissing her neck with savage passion.
She struggled to free her legs held wide on either side of his thighs, but he spread his knees farther apart, stretching them wider with brutal cruelty.
"Just relax, baby," he crooned. "I'm better than any fourteen year old kid. Besides, I want to teach you a lesson for throwing that drink at me."
"N—no! God! You're hurting me!" she wailed.
Suddenly he pushed himself off her shoulders and thrust back to a kneeling position. She squirmed back on the bed, seeing a chance to bring her legs together, but his hands quickly grasped her calves just below the knee, raised them up, and held them against either side of his chest as his arms clamped around them like tight vises. Her limbs were locked in a helpless position.
"Stop! Let me go!" she squealed like a frantic child.
"Nothing' doing," he growled, reveling in his power over her. "I want to get inside those pretty little panties of yours."
"God-d-d, no! Not my panties!" she wailed, tremors of fear pulsing through her body. No one had ever taken her panties off, not even the innocent young boys she had exposed them to. It was her panties that allowed her to control males, to tease and torture them. She could never let them be stripped away!
Desperately, she tried to thrust herself to a sitting position to escape the powerful hold he had on her legs, but as her arms strained to push the top half of her body upward, he suddenly levered her trapped legs high splaying them lewdly apart. Her balance was ruined, and she toppled back onto the mattress.
Seeing her upended, he jerked her legs back down against the mattress, spread them wide, and pinned them down with the strength of his forearms. Lurching forward again, his fingers hooked into the narrow elastic of her panty waistband on either side of her hips.
"No, not my panties!" the horrified woman gasped, bucking and squirming like a trapped animal. Arching her back powerfully and tensing her muscles she again tried to break loose, but he only tightened his grip on her, spurred on by the excitement of her desperately writhing loins. His buttocks resting back on the heels of his shoes, he bent low until his face was only inches away from her pussy, framed by the milk-white "vee" of her thighs. He could see the thin strands of her dark pubic hairs curling out from the legband of her white panties on either side, the shapely mound of her vagina swelling beneath the crotchband, and he licked his lips in nervous preparation for the feast that was about to begin.
His head lowered slowly to the point of the silk-swathed triangle, and his tongue flicked at it with a sudden snake-like swiftness.
"OOOOOOH, God! Let me go!" she wailed bitterly. She pushed up to a sitting position and reached forward to grab his hair in her hands. She yanked it brutally, but it only seemed to excite him more, and his tongue pushed the panty silk forward into the tight little opening of her diaphanously guarded pussy until she could feel his saliva mingling with the hot seeping moisture of her own loins.
Levering up her thighs, he raised them so that they fell over his shoulders on either side. Helplessly Norma kicked at his back with her naked heels trying to hurt him with all her might, but she was powerless as a tiny child, and his fingers hooking into her panty waistband again began to roll them slowly down her hips. Her whole body bucked in wild protest.
"Nooo, not my panties, no!" she squealed.
Nick grinned up at her from between her legs with a triumphant smile on his face. So that was it, he thought to himself. It wasn't just young kids she was after. Panties were her hangup. Her whole thing was to go around exposing her panties to teenage boys without actually letting them get inside her. She was a cock-teaser... just one big panty-flashing cock-teaser! It was going to be easier than he thought to turn her on. All he had to do now was keep her panties on, and he could have anything he wanted.
Without warning he unhooked his thumbs from the frilly waistband, pushed her legs away, and hoisted himself to a standing position at the side of the bed. Hurriedly he pulled his shirt from his pants and began unbuttoning it.
Norma saw her chance and attempted to dash past him toward the door, but his arm caught her waist and hurled her back down onto the mattress. She realized it was impossible to escape now, and in spite of her fear she found her eyes glancing at his powerful hairy chest and muscular biceps while at the same time seeking another escape route. There was no doubt that this was a man before her and not a young boy — a man who wanted to dominate her in the same way she dominated the boys she exposed herself to.
Her eyes wide open in horrified amazement, she watched as he stepped out of his pants and dropped his shorts. His thickly erect cock sprang right out like a menacing spear beneath his belly.
"N—no! Don't, Don't!" she gasped in horror as he smiled cruelly down at her. Propelling herself slowly backward with her arms along the bed, she tried to reach the safety of the far edge, but in one swift move he dove at her, seizing the smooth trembling flesh of her hips through her peignoir and pulling her toward him along the mattress.
Norma froze, all hope gone. She was sure he was going to rape her now, and there was nothing she could do about it. He would shove that huge thick penis of his up between her legs and expect her to scream. God, how could any woman take something so big inside her without being split apart? At that horrible thought she came to life and squirmed again as his naked body mounted on top of hers. The trembling thickness of his cock pulsed obscenely through the gauzy material of her peignoir against her almost naked belly.
His hands tore at the narrow ribbon holding the flimsy garment together at the top, and as she mustered the last of her strength to fight him, he pulled it down off her shoulders and clamped his mouth savagely on her naked milk-white breast. She squealed in panic as his tongue swirled around the rigid bud of her nipple, sending crazy sensations darting through her body. Hungrily he sucked the swelling heaving mound deep inside his mouth as groans of protest poured from Norma's lips.
Finally she managed to push his head back and hold him at arm's length while his penis throbbed excitedly against her belly as he supported his torso in a push-up position, his arms on either side of her shoulders.
"Goddamn, I've been waiting a long time for this," he swore vengefully at the woman who was trying to take his job from him. A cruel grin flashed across his face as he contemplated what he was going to do to her, how he was going to make her pay for her unnatural ambition.
"N—no, please don't do it to me, she pleaded in a trembling voice. All the calm composure she displayed in the office had disappeared so that now she was a squealing mass of fright, in thrall to the dominating male on top of her.
"Don't worry," he reassured her. "I'm not going to fuck you yet. I'm gonna tongue that little pussy of yours, and get you nice and hot. .. just the way you were with those little kids the other day."
Norma groaned in despair, clenching her eyes tightly shut as if to brace herself for what was to come. Her energy was almost gone now, and she did not know how much longer she could resist this intruder's lustful will.
Nick drew himself up on his knees and spread her legs yet wider apart on either side of his body. Resting his buttocks on his heels he bent forward and gripped the insides of her thighs. He had found her weak spot now - those panties of hers — and he was going to take full advantage of it.
His fingers hooked into the narrow elastic panty waistband, but instead of sliding them down off her hips he merely drew it slowly down from the center until it revealed the hair-covered mound of her pussy. His fingers rested on the stretched elastic, brushing tantalizingly against her soft dark pubic hair.
Norma lay perfectly still, tense with anticipation. It was all over now, her body could no longer resist the humiliation that was to come.
With his fingers resting on the surface of her pulled-down panties, he moved his thumbs gently to the hair fringed lips of her pussy, and with a slow outward movement began to draw them apart until the pinkly moistened slit was exposed to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment, and then with a low animal-like groan dropped his head and buried the full length of his slippery slithering tongue deep up into the moist softness of her cunt.
His blackmailed business rival jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground down into the mattress in a vain attempt to escape the maddening assault on her most secret flesh.
"Oh God, oh ooooooh!" she whimpered before her co-worker's attack. Her head was up off the mattress watching in horrified disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her as his head began to rock up and down in greedy feast between her legs.
"AAAAGGHHH! NO, DON'T! STOP, STOP!" she wailed bitterly, her head falling back on the mattress and flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror and humiliation at the debasing things being done to her defenseless genitals, tiny wisps of weird erotic sensation began to ripple down deep in her naked belly.
Nick's hands reached up over the white flatness of her quivering belly and dug harshly into the softly trembling mounds of her breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked in slavering subjugation at the widespread tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained wide-open to delight in the contortions of her fear-contorted face. He was waiting for her to turn into the sex-crazed siren he had seen offering herself to those young teenage boys.
And he would not have long to wait either, for even now as Norma struggled with the last ounce of resistance in her body she could feel the animal desire flaring even more intensely in her loins. It was impossible to believe these tiny electric thrills were being caused by a grown man who was forcing her to submit to his will and not from young boys whose every move she could control. God, it was so different from anything she had experienced before. For the first time she could feel the savage thrill of illicit adult sex rippling through her soul as this man she so hated made obscene wet sucking noises between her legs.
Saxby's eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue deep up into her vagina. He watched her body struggle and squirm as she tried to fight the lewd sensations that threatened to burst out of control. God, he wanted nothing more than to hear her suddenly beg and scream for his cock inside that hungry little pussy of hers. Chuckling softly to himself, he jerked her panties down another inch or so, bent forward again and traced tiny lewd circles with his tongue around the moistly pulsating little bud of her clitoris.
The searing hot contact with this sensitive nerve center brought a low moan of anguish from the helpless brunette's parted lips. She clenched her eyes shut and bared her lips back over her teeth to brace herself against the torturing sensations it sent racing out of control through her captive body.
"OOOOOOOOOH God, Don't suck me! Don't. Don't!" she whimpered, desperately trying to screw her pussy back down and away from the hotly flicking tongue. His only answer was a lewd chuckle from between his wet lips and another stab in between her moistly glistening cuntal flanges.
Slowly his Fingers slipped down between the mattress and her buttocks until he could seize the fearfully trembling mounds of flesh. Digging harshly into them with his nails, he lifted them up tighter to his face for better access to her reluctantly proffered loins.
Norma could feel her body rapidly deserting her now. Her buttocks spasmed involuntarily as her tormentor's tongue flicked maddeningly at the hidden depths of her cunt.
"Stop, stop! I can't stand it!" she gasped as she twisted and squirmed on the bed. Clenching her teeth together, she fought with all her remaining will against the unwanted sensations of pleasure that threatened to burst free inside her at any moment. But it was a losing battle as Nick Saxby continued to lick without cease at her lewdly inflamed pussy and knead the firm roundness of her undulating ass-cheeks.
And then after a final desperate struggle within her tortured mind, something snapped. She could stand it no longer — the obscene position of her body, the wild pulsations of lust that were beginning to ripple through her cunt, the lewd placement of her panties, stretched to the limit between her thighs. Never before had she experienced such savage pleasure with a man of her own age, a man she could not control.
She jerked spasmodically and began a slow gyrating movement up and down against his obscenely thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his hair as a low, soul-stirring moan issued from deep in her chest . . . She knew she was ruined now. Her body had betrayed her, and there was no turning back.
Norma's lust-fired company rival easily sensed the beginning of her surrender and grinned in triumph as he drove his tongue rhythmically in and out of her dilating pussy. He could feel her silk-soft pubic hairs graze tantalizingly against the tip of his nose as her buttocks clenched and loosened in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face. Any minute now, she would be turned on the way she'd been with those young kids. Any minute now she would be his, and he watched the lustful contortions of her face as she tried to banish the wild thrills that were threatening to overcome her.
"Now, I'm gonna fuck you," he breathed savagely. "Better than any little boy could!"
Norma lay still, her body trembling with both fear and desire, her panties suspended tautly between her legs like a stretched rubber band, her breath coming so fast she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as though he already had his long thick cock shoved deep up inside her helpless vagina.
Nick came up to a kneeling position again between her thighs and gloated over the humiliated form of his office rival.
"I'm really gonna fuck you," he breathed harshly. "I'm gonna fuck you like it's never been done before. I want to see you twist and squirm when this cock of mine sinks into your snotty little belly!"
Norma clenched her eyes shut again and held her body rigid. There was no fighting it any more. He was determined to rape her, and the horrible thing about it was that she was going to enjoy it, she was going to enjoy being dominated and penetrated by a full-grown male. Oh God, she had sunk to the very depths of depravity!
"Spread your legs wider," Nick grinned as he reached forward and roughly jerked her panties down even farther. He pushed her panty-hobbled thighs flat against the mattress and, straddling her hips with his knees, guided his madly pulsing cock forward. The thick rubbery head parted the already moistened lips of her cunt and inched its way up inside, throbbing with lustful intensity.
Turning her head to one side on the mattress Norma shuddered as she felt the searing electrical contact of his cock-head. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, her body trembling with frantic excitement.
"Oooooooh," she breathed as she felt the throbbing pressure against the tiny elastic opening of her vagina He pushed.
"Aaaaaaagh," she coughed as the round bulbous tip slipped through, stretching the tight little passage cruelly until Norma thought it was surely going to split apart.
"Ooooooooh, God, no, you're hurting me!" She was suddenly pleading at the top of her voice as her eyes opened in pain and fear. God, he was torturing her, and he was enjoying it!
Suddenly the grin on his face faded only to be replaced by a frightening expression of savage primitive lust. He could stand it no more, watching the woman who was his most dangerous career competitor lying spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his lust-swollen cock disappearing into the dark brown hair of her pussy.
He had to fuck her, he had to, and quick!
As he fell forward, his weight smashed her breasts back tightly against her chest. Thrusting his hips at the same time, he drove his massively bloated cock up into her cunt like a raging bull after the red flag, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping him until with a loud groan his balls smacked heavily down into the narrow crease of her tightly clenched buttocks. And down below his sperm-filled testicles, her tight-stretched panties held him like a silken glove.
"Oh God! Oh God! she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her life — his cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina into a thousand tiny shreds as he speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. And now, now his painfully impaling member lay sunk in her belly, filling every part of her insides. A man's cock, long and hard and thick, not a boy's slender immature penis. There wasn't one tiny ridge on the blood-engorged rod of flesh that she could not feel as it pressed against the tight sensitive flesh of her vagina, enclosed in the spasmodically clutching sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into its piteous victim's belly.
He lay still for a moment, his face poised directly over hers. Norma, too, lay immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then suddenly she felt a throb deep inside as the thickness of Nick's cock jerked up another half inch deep inside her vagina.
"Auuuuuuuuuuugh! It hurts! It's too big!" she wailed, her face contorting to the deeper pain. Even as she protested, her hotly fluttering cunt-lips flowered wide to accommodate the lust-bloated shaft of his madly pulsing penis. God, this was going to kill her!
"Told ya I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, baby," he taunted her, again flexing his still burgeoning hardness.
"Aaaaaaaaagh," she groaned deeper this time, the cords in her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Like it?" he grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on her face.
There was no answer.
"Like it, baby?" he flexed again.
"Ooooooooh, yes, yes," she cried, afraid now to offend him. The pain was just unbearable. God, he was destroying her. She had never known a cock could be this huge.
"Beg me then," he hissed.
"W—what?" was all the anguished girl could utter.
"Beg me."
"Oooooooh, no, I can't, I can't," she moaned beneath him.
"Beg me to fuck you now!" His rigidly throbbing cock flexed a third time deep up inside her quivering belly, forcing another groan from her lips.
"Ooooooooh God, don't, I can't." She struggled with all her strength and courage to escape this one final humiliation. This she knew would be the ultimate unconditional surrender. There would be no escaping him ever again.
Saxby inched his turgid embedded weapon deeper into her imprisoned belly, digging his fingers into the wriggling softness of her buttocks at the same time.
"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Beg me, you bitch!"
"Oooooh, God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the very pain and utter helplessness of her position. "Do it to me, do it to me."
"Not like that. Say — Please fuck me, Mr. Saxby," he demanded, reveling in her obvious shame.
"Please fuck me, Mr. Saxby," she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the salacious words. Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right, and now she wished she were dead. There was nothing left but the relentless cock-shaft buried deep up inside her lewdly violated vagina, her panties stretched between her widespread thighs.
Nick Saxby clamped his wet lips suddenly right down over her mouth and began a slow rocking motion with his hips as he straddled her open legs. He could feel her tight-clenched cuntal passage widening slightly with each pulsating stroke as she groaned in defeat beneath him. It wouldn't take long to turn this smooth Venus-bodied panty-freak into a raw squealing mass of helpless feminine desire. He could predict it by the way she'd responded to his earlier touches.
Norma's body began to react again with savage passion in spite of the fact that Saxby had made her beg — maybe even because of it, the confused brunette mused fleetingly to herself. She had lost the battle against these obscene feelings now, and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender sent chills of unexplainable excitement running up and down her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of his cock begin skewering wetly up between her legs.
Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete reciprocating abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from her throat, her face contorted with lust, her mouth working, her neck straining for the release she now so desperately craved.
Nick dug his fingers even harder into her obscenely working buttocks. They flexed and unflexed, oozing like dough between his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He jerked her up harder to his loins and felt her straining with him, the moistly tingling orifice of her cunt flowering even wider to receive his cock to greater and greater depths.
The pain was gone now and her panty-held legs twitched up against his straddling thighs. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slaved inside his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out in livid relief as she writhed beneath him from the intensity of her feeling. With horror and self-loathing, she realized that she had to satisfy him now, or everything would be lost. Her job, her self-respect, everything! And, God, she was actually enjoying it.
Nick slaved above her, moving suddenly into longer, smoother strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her hotly clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrusting forward again deeper and deeper. He grinned at the thought of besting this cold-hearted bitch, and slid his fingers down over her ass-cheeks until he found the small puckered opening of her anus cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working with the movement of her buttocks pushing against his loins.
With his outstretched middle finger he pushed into the tight little hole until her body jerked with increased excitement.
"Ooooooooooh," she groaned from the outrageous probing of her nether flesh.
But there was no respite. With a vicious lunge, he shoved his finger all the way in up to the hilt until his palm slapped flat against her obscenely skewered buttocks.
"Aarrggh!" she groaned, but he continued working his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. Then he slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it moved into the soft warm depths of her rectum to join the first.
The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment and then subsided to be replaced by greater moans of unwanted pleasure as her anus gradually became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion.
Her victorious co-worker smiled a smile of triumph down into her open mouth as he felt her begin to screw her rectum back onto his fingers while he probed them methodically around the warm elastic lower recesses of her belly. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved tightly up her anus. And now, moaning and mewling again beneath him, she began twisting and squealing in abandon under the lewd double ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand slowly up from the frantically gyrating cheeks of her buttocks to where his cock was sliding in and out of her pussy, and could feel the soft, hair-lined folds clasped tight to its hardness, pulling and giving with each long hard jackhammer thrust into her.
For a moment, he fondled the contracting lips of her lewdly stretching pussy at the place where he entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned sensation from her mouth and at the same time feeling the ever-widening passage of her clasping vagina opening in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock plunging far up inside her.
She was ready to cum - he could feel it as her legs jerked savagely beneath the arch of his thighs. He ripped his fingers from her wildly clutching anus and seized her breasts, pinching her nipples until she squealed with pain. The pile-driving thrusts of his cock drove deep up inside her cunt with salacious wet sucking noises that only carried her closer and closer to her elusive orgasm.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted wantonly beneath him, her face a mask of unbridled passion, all thoughts of her panties or the teenage boys she'd seduced — or her precious job — now vanished from her lust-crazed mind.
He grunted and groaned as he quickened his stroke so that his rock-hard shaft bored far up into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered beneath the pressure of his chest, her tiny swollen nipples digging into him like buttons on a coat.
And suddenly she shivered under him.
"Oh God, Oh God, I'm cumming, cummmming! Ooooooh, oooooooh!"
He felt her cunt opening around him and warm gushes of fiery orgasmic liquid flooding around his frantically pistoning cock. Faster and faster he thrust, digging deep, deeper - wanting her to remember this fucking all her life.
He felt her jerk up toward him several times, the lips of her cunt working and sucking as though trying to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps and he thrust deep again, suddenly feeling his own hot wet sperm rush up from his bloated testicles and shoot from the tip of his cock far up into her orgiastically quivering belly.
Norma spasmed and twitched with the force of her passion, gasping and crying like a tortured animal. And finally her legs went limp, continuing to twitch and jerk as the energy drained from her body. Her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her body was beaten and satisfied as it had never been before, but the sudden wave of shame and humiliation returned to her again as she remembered where she was and who was lying on top of her.
Oh God, how would she ever be able to go to the office again?