Chapter 6

The side entrance led to a private room furnished with only a large bed and wall mirror. The room's purpose was plain except to the shamelessly aroused young secretary who was too much involved in the churning passion within herself to notice anything but the long trailing minutes it took before her wish could be fulfilled. Because in truth all she wanted and cared now was to fuck. She wanted the burning sensation in her cunt quenched by Fred Rodgers' long thick penis. She wanted his cum to coat the insides of her vagina and spurt deep in her womb until she was satiated and saturated with sperm. And the short walk from the movie-projection room to the private bedroom seemed an interminable one.

Once they were alone, Fred's calm returned as it always did when faced with a final crisis. Slowly he turned to the wall and turned off the lights, leaving on only a bedside lamp that gave enough illumination to see quite clearly each other's face. He was hot and his saliva-soaked penis ached, but it was no use to hurry up the moment he had waited -for so long. He approached his beautiful blonde secretary whose eyes seemed to be held in hypnotic attraction to his body, walking with a slow premeditated step. When he was no more than inches from her eagerly trembling body, he let his hands stroke her naked thighs and move up the shorts of her uniform.

Stella did not move; his hands had once again with their warmness produced a thrill that spiraled up her back. With deliberate care he unzippered the bodies of her jump suit uniform, put his hands beneath the material and caressed her nakedly rounded breasts with their berry-like nipples. Kneeling before her in utter silence, as if afraid to disrupt the hypnotic effect, his lips brushed gently over the breasts and her belly. He pushed the pants down to her knees, taking a moment to slowly caress her wetly matted pubic area, then moved the pants lower and off. Finally with ultimate, care he removed her sandals.

Stella's legs spread automatically to receive his gentle probing touch. The air-conditioned air wafted across her desire heated vagina, sending a ripple of anticipation through her as her handsome employer stood up, parting the wetly sensitive lips of her cunt. Tenderly he slipped his outstretched middle finger into the warmly pulsating flesh up between her legs.

Jolts of wildly hungering passion rippled again and again through her hopelessly aroused young body. She was more than alive with sensation. Never, never had she known such depraved, wanton craving. She didn't want to cringe away from her own desires or from Fred, who had just encased one ruby tip of her nipple in his mouth. He began to suck deep, his tongue searching for those deep-lying nerves beneath her dark aureola. Stella thought that her whole body was afire as unconsciously, she locked her arms behind his neck and began to lewdly rotate her hips against his probing finger, forcing it deeper and deeper into her throbbing pussy.

"Ooooooh!" she moaned. "Yes, yes...oooooooooh! Ooooooooooooh!" she whimpered helplessly as Fred continued with his gentle manipulations.

When he thought she had enough preliminary foreplay, (not that she really needed any, he thought,) he said in a soft voice that was almost a whisper:

"Let's fuck on the bed."

It wasn't a question, it wasn't a command. It was a statement. The lewd proposition sent a strange excitement tickling down Stella to pound desperately in her cock-starved pussy. She had begged him before and now, as he spoke the vile words she just hissed between her teeth:

"YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!"

Fred picked his nakedly quivering secretary up, his arms tight around her slender waist and carried her the few steps to the bed. He lowered her gently onto the mattress, but her legs fell lewdly apart as she came down, leaving her wetly waiting cunt exposed to his greedy eyes. It looked more beautiful in the semi-darkness than it had at the swimming pool, her golden pubic hair shimmering like a halo around the coral-lined lips of her pussy. The lips seemed to call out to him, to beg him to touch them, to kiss them once more. The impatient hardness of his penis made him ache so much that he didn't know if there would be any time for all that finesse.

But he slithered forward, down upon the hotly throbbing furrow, down to where his head was just above her pussy, and his eyes feasted hungrily on the thin lips, edged so delicately. Her clitoris gleamed at him like a rose-bud covered with early morning dew.

"Ooooooooh!", Stella moaned loudly as she felt him place his thumbs on her moistly quivering vaginal mouth and with the same deliberate motion, draw the soft curls of her pubic hair apart, exposing at last the inner layers of succulent pink flesh to his lust-inflamed eyes. He blew his hot breath softly on her sensitive little clitoris and then his tongue made one tantalizing swipe at her wetness before he began tongue-fucking her.

Stella had responded automatically with a jerk and a groan escaped from her throat as she ground her hips up off the bed trying to get more of his long worming tongue that was enveloping her in the wildest abandoned lust she had ever experienced. She moaned again as his mouth salivated over her clitoris and down the

"vee" of her pussy until it reached the wetly dilated mouth of her cunt. Her head thrashed when his tongue penetrated deeply into her vagina, and jolts of pleasure pervaded her whole wildly writhing body as he licked her like a dog lapping up water. Frantically, she raised her loins and kept them elevated, enabling Fred's head to bury itself deeper. He kept fucking her orally, running his tongue around, back and forth as he curled deep into her ecstatically pulsating pussy. Fred felt her cuntal lips nibbling against his tongue with increasing intensity, as if she wanted to devour him.

Suddenly, Stella knew that she couldn't take it any more . . . she needed more than a warm wet mouth on her pussy, no matter how beautiful it felt. She wanted to scream, but instead her lips opened and a plea of desire came from her lips.

"Oh! Fred, stop it... please stop and fuck me. Oh, God! Yes... fuck me, fuck me now . . . before I go insane!"

"Yes, sweetheart. I'm going to fuck you now and when I'm finished and you've tasted this thick baby of mine all the way, you're going to know all there really is to know about fucking," Fred said in the same whispering tone as he stood up from the bed, unzippered his uniform and held his fully erected cock in his hand.

For the first time Stella realized that the cock, the thick shaft of hot flesh she had sucked just a short time ago was going to actually penetrate her desire-tautened belly. And now a pang of irrational fear stirred her body as she watched him stroke it, pulling back the foreskin. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to take it, even though her wetly throbbing pussy cried out for it. But even as she stared in fear, wild fires of desire pounded again, and the old sense of wantonness returned. All the same she .. . was afraid. God! .. . she'd never get it in ... it was too thick.

Fred lowered himself on the bed, kneeling between her widespread legs.

"O.K., put it in, Stella," he ordered her in the same low, non-aggressive tone. "Go on take it," but the statement was nonetheless a command.

"Oh God!" she groaned as her hand tightened around the thick hotly pulsating shaft. Fear filled her again as she perceived clearly the true size of his cock.

She gasped and guided the hard, fleshy shaft to the passion-drenched hole of her cunt, using his thick bulbous head to part her hair-lined pussy lips. The electrifying contact of his virilev. heated cock-head against her sensitive vaginal flesh sent shivers of more pleasure up to her head. She didn't move as his massive shaft began pressing against her tight elastic opening. The stretching pressure as his lust-swollen tip forced its way inside her wetly throbbing pussy caused a sharp pain and she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming.

"Oooooooooh! . . . No, noooo ... it hurts! I don't think I can take it. Please, please," Stella pleaded.

But Fred continued the merciless impalement, his hotly pulsing hardness slowly thrusting inch by inch into her cringing little passage, sliding deep, deep, deeper into the soft yielding walls of her cunt.

"Oh ... oh God . . . Fred ... you're hurting me - eeee!" The tortured young secretary could feel every ridge and tendon and pulsing vein on the thick shaft of rock-hard flesh through the stretched walls of her vagina. After an eternity, which she felt as if she were being ripped from anus to clitoris, he finally was in as far as he could go. He lay still over her for a moment, then flexed his cock to make it lurch even deeper into her belly.

"Aaaaaaaaaggghhhhh!" Stella moaned helplessly, unable to control her pained plea.

Fred watched her face, not moving Ms eagerly pulsating cock. God, though, her cunt felt fifty times better - tighter, warmer, softer - than he had ever dared ' to hope. Gradually, Stella's painfully stretched passage began to grow accustomed to the wide shaft and her whimpers of pain imperceptibly began changing to moans of pleasure. Fred slowly began rocking above her, stroking in and out of her tightly clasping pussy with long, easy movements of perfect rhythm. He was an expert and knew exactly how to get the most out of each situation. But Stella was just too much! She was driving him out of his mind. She had the tightest cunt he had ever had and it was driving him crazy!

She moved her hips wantonly upward against his in simultaneous rhythm as her mouth gaped open, expressing the passion that boiled in her veins. Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip and her neck strained with pantings of lust. There was nothing left in her mind now except his wonderfully thick cock embedded so deeply within her, a hard shaft of hot flesh that kept pulsating with abandon. She was letting go with the same wantonness that had permeated her body in the other two previous rooms. She left her morals, her pride, everything behind for the fulfilling cock inside her - it was the only reality. Her body reacted as it had done previously, but without restraint of any kind. Venting her lust, she obscenely begged Fred for more ...

"God! ... go ahead, go ahead and do it... "

"What?" Fred asked with a grin of satisfaction on his panting lips.

"Fuck me hard ... fuck me .. . good," she said in the most lewd tone she had ever used in her life. Not even with George had she ever mouthed such foul language.

Her final surrender excited her further, and she groaned aloud as Fred cupped her buttocks and pulled them tighter to his thick pistoning penis. Stella heaved with passion, the pain of a few minutes ago lost forever in her memory. She was feeling such intense bliss that her brain shook with pleasure. Her legs tightly clamped around his hips and she used her heels to beat a tattoo of desire on his nakedly working buttocks. She strained her neck and searched for Fred's mouth; he came down voluntarily, and she slithered her tongue in and out of his mouth in a wild semblance of the fucking rhythm in her pussy while her throat gurgled with the passion that filled her hungry young cunt and raced through her body.

The wantonly aroused blonde secretary punched her madly throbbing pussy up to him as Fred fucked into her with ever-increasing force, lengthening his stroke, drawing his shaft almost out of the fleshy sheath, then plunging downward in quickening strokes as her tight cunt lips clasped it and sucked it hungrily. She was exploding under him, and at last he heard her sharp intake of breath . . . then she was hurdling her wildly quivering vagina up and down his thick throbbing cock like a mad woman.

"Oooooohhhhh! Oooohhhhh!" she moaned as his cock kept pounding mercilessly. She was struggling for breath. Between her own delirious panting and the merciless battering her employer was giving her body, she hardly had time to breathe freely and so she gasped madly for air.

Fred's sperm-inflated balls slapped noisily against her upturned buttocks and his throbbing sac seemed about to split in two from the intense pressure building within. His loins ached with impending release as he began ramming her tight little pussy with increasing fury. This was no ordinary 'housewife' with whom he could control his sperm and make her cum once or twice before he did. Stella's sucking cunt was too gluttonous and tight, and there was no way in heaven he could control himself. All he could do was fuck her like this and hope she'd cum with him.

She groaned loudly as the new force of his thrusts jammed his thick cock deeper and deeper into her madly rippling womb, but it was a cry of sheer pleasure. She raised her legs even higher to receive his plunging cock with greater ease. Dear God! . .. if he didn't cum soon his wildly throbbing penis was going to explode, and he would go crazy ... he had to cum, and he had to make her cum with him. He looked down and watched his wetly glistening shaft slip smoothly in and out of her clasping little pussy. He watched her cuntal lips cling to his penis as if it were another hungry mouth, insatiable, wanting more and more cock. Then his eyes closed in relief as he felt her wet flowering beneath him . ..

Stella abruptly gave a sharp scream beneath him and began writhing in complete abandonment as she ground up and down on his thick impaling rod. Her toes flexed and unflexed, her swollen breasts heaved, her legs lurched from side to side.

"Ooooohhhh! Ooooooooohhhh!" she chanted in the build-up of her orgasm, her face contorted in an unbelievable mark of passion.

Fred continued to fuck maniacally into her widespread thighs until he felt the walls of her vagina start secreting the warm viscous liquid of her beginning climax. Below him, Stella suddenly lifted her hips from the bed and pushed them against his loins, rotating her buttocks with wild motion and screaming, "God! It's happening . . . it's really happening . . . yes, I'm going to cum .. . I'm c u u u m m m ii ii n n n gggg ! . . . I'm cccccuuuummmmiiinnnngggg!"

The beautiful young blonde convulsed beneath her boss,. her cunt sucking feverishly at his pistoning shaft and her short hot breath breaking into gasping sobs. He could feel her pussy gushing and seething around his thick plummeting length. Excited beyond belief and spurred on by Stella's prolonged climax, Fred dug deeper into her hotly flooding split, forcing her tortured vagina even wider apart. He fucked her like a relentless machine gone wild. Then just as he had felt her climax ... he felt his own surging waves of hot sperm bubble up and travel from his balls to the lust-swollen head of his cock . .. and he moaned and groaned as the powerful gushes of sperm sprayed the insides of her pussy, filling her to the bursting point. Her hot vaginal walls sucked and milked his ejaculating penis until he thought he would pass out from the wildly exciting sensations.

Suddenly the naked young secretary's energies were spent, and she collapsed and fell back onto the mattress, her cum-filled belly quivering from the unleashed tide of passion. Never had her body been fulfilled as it was now. She let the lazy satisfaction and the exhaustion of her muscles drift over her. She elosed her eyes . . . and fell asleep.

Fred slowly rolled off her, his limp penis coming out of her still twitching pussy with a lewd sucking sound. He saw his white hot sperm seep between Stella's widespread legs and onto the mattress. He, too, was exhausted and closed his eyes, but didn't go to sleep. He was thinking about the rest of his project.

The beautiful blonde secretary awoke the next day in a small room to the sound of someone knocking on the door. When she opened her eyes she panicked for a minute, not knowing where she was, but as the knocking persisted, she said at last, "Come in."

A young man dressed in a white uniform walked in with a large tray loaded with breakfast. Seeing the orderly her mind flashed back immediately and she remembered where she was and .. . God! only too clearly what she had done the day before. She blushed for a minute, but the tray in front of her made her forget the past for the present hunger in her empty stomach. She ate everything with delight, and after relaxing against the pillow, she felt energetic and full of strength. Jumping from the bed she dressed with the only available thing: The patient uniform. She was determined to speak to her boss today, and tell him she didn't think it was necessary for her to stay any longer since there was no real work to do. She would thank him for all the trouble he had taken to bring her to Comfort House and for explaining their procedure to her.

After what had happened between them the day before it was impossible to remain in this wanton place one minute longer. Too, she didn't think that the therapy she had been subjected to was intended to encourage better working relationships within the office framework - outside, perhaps. She blushed again at the thought of the intimacy she had reached with her boss and the wild abandon in which she had voluntarily given herself to him. If the last room of treatment had meant for patients to go all the way, they certainly had accomplished that with her. But it was not a procedure she intended to see repeated. There was no excuse for her actions, even if part of the blame could fall on the pornographic movie they had been made to watch.

She walked out of the room and in her mind she was ready, but as she stepped out, Fred was waiting for her a few feet away. Immediately all her determination melted under the knowing smile of her boss. All the events of the previous day rolled back in unadulterated reality, like a movie, and his exact knowledge of her obscene performance left her speechless.

Fred smiled sardonically when he saw the change of expression come over her face. He had seen the same thing happen many times. How many? He didn't know, but he had been working for the company for three years, and in that short span of time a lot of girls had passed through his hands - and his cock. He knew perfectly well how to handle the present situation and felt completely at ease. There was nothing in the business world in which he couldn't succeed and the present enterprise would be no different.

In the politest of tones he asked her if she had had a good sleep, but without waiting for an answer he ushered her through a door and into a large spacious office. He walked to a chair and asked her to sit, while he moved behind a massive desk that dominated the room. His eyes were cold and impassionate as if nothing had ever happened between them the previous day. His hand moved to the inside pocket of his jacket and carefully he pulled out a small packet and handed it to Stella.

Rather nervous before the unusual manner of her boss, Stella took the package. Her eyes glanced back at him, and he nodded for her to open it. Carefully she unwrapped it.. . then her face suddenly turned livid and her hands trembled. The packet contained photos, dozens of them, and in each one there was a close up of a woman being fucked, impaled, abused in every conceivable manner. It not only was obscene, but degenerate because . . . because the woman was herself!

She looked at him in utter incomprehension, but found only a cruel stare in his normally friendly eyes and a sardonic smile on his lips.

"Well, what do you think of them? Quite good, eh? You made an excellent patient to study, and passed the 'screen' tests marvelously well. In fact, with top honors," he said returning to his cordial manner to soften the shock for her.

"In fact, you did so well that we've thought that some of our top executives might enjoy some of your performances. I'm talking about films, of course, which would naturally be for private use and circulated only among those at the highest level. ; . Like the one you saw yesterday about the Arab. The girl works in our Accounting Department!"

Stella's head hung low. She didn't want him to witness the tears that were rolling down her face as he spelled out the final humiliation. She had never, never expected . .. this. And for once the entire procedure at Comfort House and their real goal became crystal clear.

"Naturally we want you to play our lead. The heroine if that's what its called ..." he added.

The treachery of this man was so blatant that her misery rapidly changed to hatred. She would not allow him to treat her like a cheap slut. What did he think, that because in a moment of mindlessness he had taken advantage of her he could do in the future what he wanted? With a rallying cry she lifted her tear-stained face, and with a voice filled with rage she said, "You'll have to drag me, beat me and drug me, Mr. Rodgers, before I will submit to what you want. You are ... you are . .. you are a bastard!"

"Come, come now. Don't get emotional," Fred said disregarding her insult. He had expected it and it didn't worry him. He had been called worse things before. Besides he wasn't about to lose the opportunity of making a little stag movie to please the Board members just because of a few insults.

"Of course we'll pay you . . . and handsomely. You'll cut just three shorts for which we'll pay you $10,000. A nice sum eh?" "You're crazy .. . you're insane! I'll tell the police - the newspapers - about this filthy place, your 'doctors,' your 'treatment'," she shouted in despair.

Without losing his temper or raising his voice, the young executive let her drown on the truth. "How would you like your fiance to be presented with an enlarged reproduction of each of these magnificent poses? How would you like to have him see you as you really are - a lusty woman who'll give herself to anyone who can talk sweetly."

"He would never believe such a lie!" she said contemptuously.

"Oh, no? The evidence is in black and white and color. How would you like him to see you being sucked - with your cunt so spread apart that the camera didn't even have to zoom in for a good shot. And what about your ecstatic face while I'm eating your pussy, honey? Because, don't you forget for one minute, that I know you for what you truly are . .. that I've tasted your pussy and you've sucked my cock voluntarily," he said in the crudest of tones.

"Yet that's hot all. I mean we could put these lovely photos into circulation in all the hot houses of the nation, and your face and sweet little body would become so popular you would be recognized in every comer. And lets face it, no one would dare hire you. So where would you end up? I'll tell you: In some cheap hotel serving sailors and stevedores as a two-bit prostitute," he stopped for a minute to let his words sink in. He knew she was crushed and there was nothing she could do but submit and accept his proposition.

God! could this really be happening to her?, Stella thought. It couldn't be ... it had to be a nightmare. Things like this only went on in the movies. The blackmail was too cruel, too crushing to be possible. But as she lifted her head and her eyes met Fred's she knew there was nothing ficticious about his words.

Everything he said was true and there was nothing . . . nlthing she could do. This time she didn't hide her tears and she let them fall down her cheeks.

Two young and muscular young men are seen walking towards a boat wearing nothing but shorts and carrying a heavy load of fishing gear. As they drop the equipment, a beautiful girl runs up to them gasping for breath and asks if they are Tom and Joe, the fishermen. When they say yes she looks relieved and asks if they would be willing to take her along in the boat - she is interested in doing some scuba diving. The men exchange a quick glance and promptly agree.

"Cut!"

"O.K. Stella, now you are going to be raped in this scene, and I want you to put up a real fight. But I also want you to remember that we want a good close-up of your pussy. So when I say lift and open wide do just that: Bring your hips up and spread your legs as wide as you can. We don't want the bosses to miss one single fold of that pretty little cunt. O.K.?" Fred said through a loud speaker standing at the back of the film set.

The words failed to embarrass Stella. They had the first time and the second, but by now she had heard them so many times it didn't matter, even if there were strange men around. She had grown used to being poked around and tossed over and under a multitude of men during the past week . . . nothing mattered ... she was numb to depravity. Two films had been finished already, and for that she was glad because that meant there was only the present one to complete. The first one had taken so long, so long ... well, she had been unprepared for the vulgarity of playing a maid who would allow her skirt and panties to be pulled down by the house master and then paraded nakedly along a room with nothing more than an apron and high heels. She was asked to wiggle her ass, to open her legs and bend down, to spread out the lips of her pussy and to smile while the make-believe house master sucked her cunt.

Then there had been the other scenes where she had been asked to he on the bed, still with the high heels on and the apron, and gently begin to masturbate herself. She had forced one finger, two and finally three ... it had been awful, but to her amazement, to her horror she had eventually orgasmed while three or four men hovered over her with lights and cameras. After that, each scene became easier and easier to act. She had been sucked and she had been forced to suck until the man came in her mouth; she had been fucked in her anus, her cunt and her mouth by one, two, and three men at a time. Slowly she had come to realize that if she let her mind wander, 'acting' ceased to be a chore and could even be quite enjoyable.

It was shameful perhaps, but the truth was she had learned a lot about men and about sex that she had not known before. She had come to enjoy the feeling of being possessed by two men on a bed. She had learned how to lick a man's cock with such sensuality that he would cum within a minute right in her mouth. And how to tease by hovering her straddled legs over a man's face so that he could look up into her invitingly pink pussy and want her to the point of bursting. It was the feeling of power she enjoyed; the power of her ripe young body to turn on any man that came to her, no matter how many times he had served as stud. Yes, she had learned a lot...

Stella thought of her innocent fiance back home and smiled. There was no returning to him or to her old way of life. When they went back to town she would resume her job as secretary to Fred ... he had big plans for her. And she would give George one last good fuck and send him on his way - how surprised he was going to be by some of the 'little' things she was going to do for him - she smiled . . .

"Please don't. . . don't do it to me!" Stella's voice screamed. But her supplications were cut short by the young fisherman's hand clamping hard over her mouth. And further muffled cries were choked back in the depths of her throat until only broken grunts of anguish could be heard coming from her flaring nostrils.

"Rip that little swimming suit off," one of the men said to the other.

"Yeah! Let's show her something about real scuba diving," the other answered with a snicker. And with a swift movement he tore off Stella's flimsy bikini.

She gasped as her protective clothing was thrown away and she was defenselessly naked. She now was wild with the fear of the horrible truth looming over her. She was going to be raped!

Her nipples could be seen springing into a goose-pimpled hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the cool marine air. The men wasted no time and. . .