Chapter 4
Alice scanned the paper each morning and searched diligently for a job, following up even the slimmest of leads. She visited a number of employment agencies and finally, she was given an interview with Rollins and Associates, She sat waiting for over an hour before being ushered into the formidable private office of Hank Rollins, senior partner.
Hank had been overjoyed--it couldn't be true that here she was. He was sure that luck was with him when he read the name on the application form which the employment agency had forwarded to him. She had to be the same beauty who he had observed that day from Susan's penthouse roof sun bathing in the nude on the small terrace across the way. He had rushed through the consultation with the clients who were then in his office but they had been demanding and taken more time than he had wanted. It had been difficult for him to concentrate, with the knowledge that Alice Martin sat outside waiting to meet him and interview for a job with his firm! He had already decided that he would hire the luscious white beauty with cascading black hair as his own assistant!
The tall executive looked her over carefully as she sat in front of his desk in a high-fashion tailored dress. Her mini-length skirt revealed a firm nylon-clad thigh and tapering calves blending into trip, shapely ankles, her feet covered in brightly colored patent shoes. He confirmed that, indeed, she was an incredibly beautiful woman. Nothing about her disappointed him; her creamy white skin, black hair, and swelling figure were all that he knew they would be. And, in addition, she came highly recommended by the Bank officer for whom she had worked before her marriage.
"I'm negotiating a major campaign for a large industrial corporation that is located out of the city," he told her. "Do you have any objections to accompanying me on out-of-town, overnight business trips? There is always so much last-minute work that needs doing that I've found it's necessary for me to have a private secretary along. We would, of course, pay over-time for the long hours and time away."
Alice was impressed with this tall, forceful man's office and manner. He was able to listen carefully and understand exactly what was going on in another's person's mind and he expressed himself clearly, directly and with confidence.
"Are you interested in the job ... under the conditions I've outlined?" She was delighted to have a job offer so quickly and she stammered as answered his inquiry. "Oh, yes ... yes, I'd very much ... I'm very interested in the position."
"What about your husband ... would he object to your being away from home occasionally when I have to make presentations to clients ... ?" he queried.
"I... I don't think he would mind ... if they were not long trips." she replied, hesitantly, knowing full well that this would create problems.
Alice was hired, on the spot, as Hank Rollins' private secretary. He even agreed to pay her twenty-five dollars a month more to start than she had earned at her last job with the assurance that raises would come quickly as she proved herself to the firm.
A major proposal had to be made the following week. Alice caught on quickly and was familiar with the client and the necessary details of the business meeting when it was time to leave for the client's home offices which were located about four hundred away. There was to be a major day-long presentation meeting, followed by dinner and a cocktail party hosted by the company president for Hank, ending with a brief budget summary presentation the flowing morning. Alice was scheduled to accompany Hank when he made the presentation. She enjoyed the short plane trip and sat absorbed, listening to Hank talk about the details which constitute a professional presentation. He seemed relaxed. Alice felt uncomfortable at first because she was the only other person in the office who accompanied him on business trips. Hank was perceptive and sensed her concern., tactfully mentioning that it was quite routine in his business for a secretary to accompany her boss when major client visits took place. This was an accepted practice-and, besides -they occupied separate rooms in the hotel. The last thing he mentioned put her completely at ease.
"In this business ... personal reputation is as important as professional ability. You have to be extremely careful not to become involved in anything sordid that might reflect on your personal integrity," he explained.
Hank convinced her that she really was of tremendous assistance to him. She followed through with endless minor details which he had no time to take care of and took charge of keeping them on time for various appointments. Many planning details were changed during the presentation meetings and Alice carefully recorded them and integrated them into the copy which she carried with her so that there would be no confusion as the meetings progressed and further changes were introduced or proposed. It was difficult work, full of details, and constant revisions and began to realize how much assistance she provided. She began to see herself as the executive's personal Girl Friday.
Hank had barely enough time to eat lunch or dinner and he had several cocktails at the reception in his honor. It went on until very late and it was almost midnight before they returned to the motel. Although Alice was tired, Hank was keyed-up and he suggested a night-cap before they went to sleep. She felt she wanted to talk a bit and accepted.
"Only one ..." she said, accepting his offer. "I'm not a very good drinking partner ... and I've only recently started to have a cocktail once in a while."
He smiled, adding "I'm not crazy for alcohol either."
By the time they had finished one drink and had started a second, he had progressed from addressing her as Mrs. Martin to calling her Alice. Reluctantly, at his request, she agreed to drop the formal employee-employer relationship and call him Hank. She felt uncomfortable but decided that her own rules were, perhaps, too strict.
He served her another drink and when they were gone, mixed a fourth. She drank too fast and they suddenly hit her at once. It was stuffy and close in the room and she felt warm and slightly dizzy from the alcohol in her bloodstream. She laughed at his jokes, enjoying his affable personality ... until he started telling off color jokes with four-letter words. She felt embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry if I offended you," he apologized. "I didn't think there was anything harmful in having a sense of humor about sex ... sex should be fun ..."
"For some people ... maybe it is fun!" she snapped, her irritation showing.
"Do I notice an unusual tension in you?" he asked. "A lovely woman like you . . . young ... vibrant ... full of life ... should enjoy sex fully. We only live once ... and there's so much pleasure to experience ... especially intimate sexual pleasure it Alice could not deny the truth of his words. The flood of bitter memories passed through her; what her fantasies and dreams had been and what the reality was took hold of her. She was crushed by reliving her disappointments and frustrations, the uncontrollable tears welling up and cascading down her cheeks. The alcohol had put her off guard and the wall of self control and composure came down as she sank into melancholy. She tried to wipe her cheeks and brush the tears away with little success.
"Forgive me, Hank ... I think I'd better go to bed now ... I don't feel very well. I've probably just too much to drink and I can't think coherently," she stammered, struggling to rise from her chair.
Getting to her feet with difficulty, she swayed in place, blindly groping to see the door through the mist in her eyes and the alcohol in her brain, and she was suddenly in Hank's, muscular arms. He held her firmly, soothingly, for a few moments, as she lost control and sobbed with all her heart. She couldn't help herself and hung on to him ... in all of her misery ... sick at heart and in her soul. It was as if she had found her father again and was pouring out her frustrations and failures to a protective ear.
Hank was very gentle and he kissed her lightly, He kissed and caressed her until her heavy sobbing ceased ... continuing to kiss her as she responded helplessly like a woman in great need. She opened her mouth to receive his fiery tongue and drank in the sensuous bouquet of his lips locked to hers. She was light-headed, confused and dizzy but, again, she felt the glow of sexual arousal deep inside her, deep in her loins, as this confident, strong male tenderly caressed her with understanding and delicacy.
Slowly, he moved his hands and began to investigate the magnificence of her body, His strong, sure fingers touched her lightly with the gentle caress of a man who understands and is concerned about the needs and feelings of the woman wrapped in his arms.
Hank began to explore the surface of her breasts, the smooth plain of her belly and the shapely fullness of her buttocks, moving surely over her, and she felt that tiny glow begin to grow, flaming up higher in the very core, the center of her femaleness between her legs. The searing heat of the sensations spread through her nerves, building up to an intensity, demanding its due and ... its release. It was like a bomb buried deep in the earth and dormant for many years working its way to the surface and bursting into millions of tiny fragments after a decade of passive sleep.
Her brain was duller by alcohol; she felt only the sensations ... those sensuous, wonderful leaping, careening, pulsating and pounding nerve currents, deep inside of her, commanding her to go forward and seek her fulfillment: Enjoy .... Take ... Live... Let Go!
A compelling desire ... desire for this tenderness to go on and on ... to never stop ... desire to return the tenderness and give herself to this man ... desire to be filled and fulfilled and the realization that this was the missing component from her life ... her life of pain and horror with Frank. It came to her clearly now ... sex with her husband was not love or passion ... it was merely cold rape!
He pressed on and her body sought his and responded in like terms; she pressed her lips on his and kissed and caressed him with abandon, feeling that she wanted only to give herself freely and completely and realized her need to be wanted ... wanted for herself ... as a woman ... as a person ... and not merely as a receptacle. He led her to the bed and she sank down upon the edge and pulled him to her. He reached down and with firm assurance he began to undress her.
Breasts, full-rounded, creamy, smooth and faintly covered with delicate blue-veins tumbled from her bra as he removed it, but those superb mounds were marred by blue-purplish bruises that could have been caused by only one thing: The sex-crazed mauling of an animal-like man!
Hank stared, as sudden understanding and surprise flashed through his mind. Was it possible? She had been raped! Who ... ? Who ... was responsible? Could it be her husband ... Frank Martin? He placed his hands on the wounded female flesh, his fingers soft and tender on them as he traced their hurts. He leaned over and followed with his mouth, kissing those softly rounded orbs, attempting to kiss away the pain and the ugliness of those glaring bruises. She savored the sensations in her breasts and she closed her eyes in sensuous delight, but those compelling eyes came instantly to life at the sound of his voice.
"You're superb ... Alice ... your breasts are sp wonderful ... so beautiful ... your body is so feminine," he said, caressingly. "No one should ever hurt you like this!"
"Oh! I ... I'd forgotten ... you ... you saw how ... ?" she stammered, averting his eyes and trying to cover herself.
"Let me show you how beautiful ... how tender and good sex can be," he soothed.
His erect penis pressed against her abdomen as it strained inside his trousers and she felt the throb of his manhood. She could think more coherently now as the alcohol cleared from her brain and she realized what had been happening to her ... what she had almost allowed to take place ... that she had led him to believe that she would make love to him ... that she would let him penetrate her sacred cavity and take her.
Oh, God! Where are my clothes? she wondered. I'm naked ... what am I doing here? Where are my clothes ... I shouldn't be here ... what am I letting him do to me ... ?
"I was only trying to calm you down ... to quiet you. You were on a crying jag ... and I was trying to soothe you ... to relax you ..." he offered.
"Leave me alone!" she demanded, i Alice struggled to move and to sit up. Moving from atop her, Hank allowed her to rise. She sat on the edge of the bed, covering her exposed body with her arms. Her head hurt; she was still a little dizzy as she looked about for her clothes.
"I only thought that you ..." he started.
"No! No! No! We can't ... I can't ... don't you understand? I can't let you do that ... anything ... to me because ... I'm married ... I can't!" she sobbed. s Hank felt rebuked. Drawing away from her he sat back and lit a cigarette, calmly observing her, trying to calm his own desires. He would have to wait ... temporarily. He would be patient ... it was worth it!
"Yes ... that partially true," he began. "You are married ... but are you happy? Are you in love with that animal who is your husband? Just look at your body ... at those gashes and bruises. Are those love mementos of tenderness from him to you?"
"Yes, well ... no ... it's ... oh, I don't know!" she exclaimed. "I don't know ... I just don't know," she mumbled through her sobs. "All I know is that I can't do this ... that I can't let you ... let other man touch me but my husband! It would be sinful ... it would be a sin ... it would be a sin!"
"Sinful! Christ, Alice, com on! It's time for you to see the light. You've been the one sinned against ... and you talk about sinning! How can you think that there is anything sinful in your wanting to experience something fine and good when those marks all over your body are the evidence of how much you've been sinner against. The man ... I should say beast ... that put those marks on you ... is crazy. He's the sinner! It's a crime for him to have a beautiful woman like you ... and to maul and mistreat you! he insisted.
Alice was calming down somewhat. Her emotions shifted and she grew angry. She fixed her dark eyes on him and flamed with pride.
"Don't you dare ... talk to me like that. I won't allow you to insult ... my husband ... that way. He may ... drink too much ... sometimes ... it's true ... and he does ..." she stopped.
"And he tears into you and practically rapes you ... every time he takes you to bed, doesn't he! Doesn't he?" he demanded, angry himself, now.
"It's not that way ... no ... it's not true! she screamed, standing up and pulling her clothes to her.
Hank turned and faced her. "I wonder ... maybe you like it that way ... yes, that could be it. Tell me, is that it...?"
What the hell am I doing talking about my wife now? he wondered. I don't know what's wrong with Alice, but she's limited sexually. She has a beautiful body and lord knows, I love her. But, if she'd only let go of her inhibitions and really give in to me. I wouldn't have to be here cheating on her like this ... but I've got to find some release with her constantly putting me off. Every time I try, it ends up a disaster and I practically have to force her. It's just no good between us. I can't help it! Christ, my penis feels as if it's going to explode. I've got to get into Susan, soon, into Susan, soon.
His thoughts were soon interrupted by Susan's voice. "Maybe ... I can show you some things ... that you haven't tried yet..."
"Wow ... that's great," he replied, only half-listening.
"What are you doing now?" he asked.
She answered, "Just getting ready ... for you."
Although they had only been in the bedroom for a few moments, Frank felt that it had been hours. His penis ached with desire as he stood waiting, in the darkness. As he put his hand into his trousers to soothe his throbbing, jerking rod, he heard a drawer open and close. Silence followed ...
"O.K., Frank ... turn on the light," she called from the darkness.
He turned and groped along the wall with his hand, next to the doorway, searching for the light switch. Feeling it in his hand, he pressed and the bedroom became alive with a muted glow of soft, tinted light. He blinked a number of times, as he became accustomed to the light. There she stood, at the foot of the bed, a sculptured figure of beauty.
She had her back to him. Long strands of thick blonde hair cascaded down over her smooth, bronzed shoulders, soft-rounder arms stretched out-one hand beckoning him, the other poised lightly back to the tip of her shoulder, the outline of her backbone accented and curving toward the cleft of rounded, firm buttocks, smoothly swelling hips and tapered thighs to the lean calves and trim ankles, her feet bare, his eyes investigating her, devouring this spectacle, taking it all in, feasting, greedily. He did not hear a sound except for their soft breathing. She seemed unreal, too perfect, in that dim light; she was a Greek goddess, come to life!
"My, god ... she's incredible," he muttered softly to himself. What do I do now? he wondered. I can't just grab her and throw her down on the bed.
Frank stepped forward and slowly made his way to her. He put his arms around her and turning her face to his, started to kiss her. But he stopped dead! He pulled back and stared, startled and surprised at the vision in front of him.
"What's going on?" he shouted, confused.
"It's just a game, darling," she replied. Her face was partially covered with a thin black soft fabric like a dancer from the middle-east. She lifted her hands above her head, bringing them together in swaying, evocative gestures.
"We all play different roles," she continued. "It's part of the way we live. Don't let it bother you ... I'll unmask when everything is ready!"
Reaching behind her, she revealed a half-mask, of the type usually worn to masked, costume balls. "Please put this on ... for me."
"I don't get it... why?" he remonstrated.
"Just be patient . .. you will ... we'll both unmask in due time," she laughed, coyly.
She drifted, lithely, back to the bed while Frank struggled to adjust the mask she had handed him. Leaning back on her elbows as she sat down on the bed, she kept her legs crossed, chastely. Her full breasts rose and fell as she breathed, and she patted the bed invitingly, her eyes burning with desire and excitement.
Frank approached her, sat down, and reached for her as she lay back on the bed, opening her arms to him. In an instant he was over her, capturing her lips, his tongue snaking into her throat. He was careful, however, not to maul or paw her. She had some strange kind of control over him. It was not only her verbal warning but her strange, erotic approach to sex. Something held him in check and warned him to be careful not to spoil it ... that something very special was in store for him ... which needed to be treated delicately ... nurtured, carefully, and that the result would be magnificent, beyond expectation. He made his touch as gentle as possible, as he fondled the smooth-skinned, lightly veined hemispheres of her breasts, feeling the fullness of them, exulting in their soft pliancy and thrilling as the protuberant nipples again came to life, growing and expanding between his thumb and forefinger.
"You're fabulous, Susan ... what a body," he exclaimed, the desire surging in his loins.
Her eyes met his, flashing and burning with delight.
"You're pretty special, yourself, Frank ... from what I've seen and felt of you ... your immense!"
Her hips rotated in undulating circles, rubbing and squirming up against him, and he knew he must have her before it was too late. The pressure in his trousers was so great that he knew he would cum in his pants if he didn't get inside of her right away. But, he knew Susan was not the kind of woman who would be taken by force. He was not in the position of calling the shots. But, I have to get inside of her, he thought.
Her voice intruded, hot and throaty in his ear: "Do you want to fuck me ... now?"
"Oh, God, yes!" he moaned. "I don't think I've ever wanted anything so badly ... before."
"Well . . tell me, fellow . . . convince me!" she commanded, bitingly.
"I want to fuck you now ... Susan," he exclaimed.
"I thought you'd never ask, lover," she replied. "Now ... tell me how, baby. How do you want to fuck me?"
"Good ... I want to fuck you good ... hard ... hard and deep. I want to fuck you like no one has before!" he exulted.
"I sure hope so!" she answered, gleefully. "I want to feel all of that big cock of yours in me! Give it to me ... fill me with it ... quick ... do it, Frank."
Thrusting her loins up, wantonly, against the firmness of his crotch, she writhed and tossed beneath him, her movements transmitting raw lust and sexual desire to him, .urging him on even more. The pain from holding back his release ripped through him.
"Get your clothes off! I can't wait ... I want you now!" she screamed, rolling from beneath him.
Tugging at his clothes, wildly, Frank rose from the bed, shedding his clothes, quickly, urgently. She was wild with anticipation and helped him, loosening his belt and unzipping his fly so that his trousers would fall from his waist. Then, she pulled down his shorts, freeing his hardened prick so that it could stand out at an angle from his body, in all its extended glory, jerking uncontrollably inches from her face as she knelt before him, he lifting his feet to enable her to wrest the clothing from his feet. He kicked off his shoes and they flew away into the corners of the room.
Still in a kneeling position, Susan reached out and placed both of her hands on his steel-hard penis. Caressing it, she stripped back the foreskin and placed her mouth instantly on his organ, covering the head of his cock with her mouth she licked it back and forth with her tongue.
She paused and sat back on her heels to survey his immensity. It was gleaming with beads of moisture from her mouth, now, and the thick head, blood engorged, was throbbing intensely like a wild jungle dancer as he rocked to and fro with excitement. She stared greedily at his thick, long rod "I'm sure your big cock's going to feel great going into me ... it's so thick ... and strong looking ... like it could go on and on ... and on all night! God, do I want it! I want your cock inside me. Get it in my cunt ... now, Frank. Fill me up with it. Screw me with it. Fuck me ... Fuck me now!" she repeated, over and over.
She slithered up to his body to give him her lips again, and standing on tip-toe, spread her legs capturing his upstanding hardness between her thighs, moving her moist slit up and down on it, his enlarged penis contacting her at every point of her loins.
Moving backward toward the bed, pulling him along with her, she sank down, he falling down on top of her, she spreading her shapely legs to accommodate him, between them, his prick resting, heavily, at the blonde covered vaginal opening. She lifted her arms and reached down between their heaving bodies to guide the bulbous head to the moist slit of her eager, anxious, inflamed cunt. Grinding back and forth in tiny circles, she insinuated his cock slowly, into her pink channel. Finally, the enormous head had been absorbed into her cleft. She lunged and pulled him forward into her, with her hands on his buttocks. Frank needed no help. He used the force of his own legs and back and joined her arm-pulling motion and his long, hard and thick tool entered into her, expanding and driving until his pubic bone crashed into hers. He had plunged all the way and she was" filled with cock as she never had been before!
"AAAggghhh!" she moaned. "It's fantastic ... just what I wanted ... it's like a tree trunk inside of me! Move about, Sweetheart! Fuck me with your big, beautiful cock!"
He lay over her for a moment or two, impaling her to the mattress, pulsing his length inside her vaginal vault, reveling in the flutter of interior muscles in the warm elastic sheath of her pussy milking him. It was a tight fit ... just the way he liked it. It was as if his cock was trapped inside of ter.
Frank finally began to grind his pelvis into the squirming cunt under his loins, and she thrust her crotch back up at him, arching herself to take all of his monstrous rod inside her. She moaned aloud when he hesitated and eased his manhood out, slowly, only to ram and jam it back inside her. Again, he hesitated, and coming almost all the way out except for the fiery-red head, lunged forward, jamming the length of it into the hungry, demanding mouth of her wet pussy. Her mouth was open, voicing an inarticulate chant, as her head rocked back and forth on the pillow. The rhythm increased in tempo, gradually, his cock a pistoning machine in the cylinder of her explosive cunt, their bodies glued together in mad, sweaty abandon.
Her chant suddenly became audible, recognizable, "OOOooohhh, God, Frank, do it ... use me ... I want you to hurt me ... use your finger ... shove it in my asshole! Shove it in deep ... all the way up and make me scream with pain!"
What's she talking about, he thought. Oh ... that's right. She told me to go easy unless she told me she wanted to be hurt. Well, missy, I'll shove it all the way up, alright!
This was a new experience for him, but he complied readily. Reaching down under her slaving ass, still driving his mammoth rod into her sex-canal, he searched for her anal opening. Easing forward and downward, he spread the supple, pliant but firm cheeks of her backside, running his middle finger down along the crevice below where his ramming cock was at work until he located the tiny puckered ring of her rectum.
A glistening stream of warm liquid ran down the crack of her ass from the vaginal orifice but it was just enough for him to use as lubricant for the tiny pulsating hole. Probing with the tip of his finger, he returned to the wetness and rubbed his finger in it. Finding the wrinkled puckering of her asshole, he inserted the end of his long, tapering finger into the tight nether ring. He pushed and pressed hard, feeling the elastic muscles slightly begin to give way, but still trying to repulse his invasion. Then, he shoved even harder and his finger slid up inside to the first knuckle. She snapped back away from under him with sudden pain, pulling in her hips and burying them deep in the mattress to avoid the searing onslaught against her anus.
"GGGooodo'd, that hurts ... but I love it!" she groaned.
He pushed his finger into the moist, soft cushion of her back channel as far as it would go, his palm flat against her buttocks.
"Yyyeeesss, that's ... that's it ... oh, it hurts ... it hurts so good! Give me more ... more. Shove it in hard. Make me scream. Make me scream!"
She now began to screw her ass back and forth on his finger, and he could feel the moving bulge of it on the thin tissues separating her cunt and rectum. Indescribable sensations rocked along the length of his cock. The tightness of her cunt, as it clasped his prick began to excite him even more, and it felt as though his cock was beginning to grow and expand ever larger and larger, as he plunged with vigor into both openings of her loins.
The load in his balls was about to burst and he could feel it prepared for delivery, as he realized that he would have to come soon. The familiar pleasure-pain of the backed up semen as it beat against the walls of his organ was drumming into his senses, demandingly, and he hoped that Susan would be able to come to her orgasm soon. He was trying to hold himself in check as long as he could, so that both of them could experience the intense sensation of release simultaneously.
Frank had never thought of Alice and her need to come to orgasm while he fucked her . . this was a new wish for him. All he did with his wife was to climb on top of her, satisfy himself and crawl off, falling dead asleep in a drunken stupor. Now ... here ... with this amazing woman ... he had found something more ... something heretofore missing from his marriage ... and supposed union with his wife. Susan had helped him to find something more ... a sense of sharing, of unselfish giving. Why had he never had this with his wife? Was it partly his fault... ?
"Are you ready?" he cried out, gasping.
"Yesss! Yesss! I'm ready to come right now!" she hissed back.
His cock raced into her faster and faster, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, plumbing her depths, his finger reaming her desperately squirming anus and he felt her quivering body begin the shattering climax. She groaned, wildly, beneath him, the sounds coming from deep within in her throat cavity, animal-like, her breasts covered with the sweat of passion, droplets coating her body as they moved about her body with the force of his ramming, plunging cock.
With all the strength of his back and legs, he drove his pelvis with its heavy load of prick deep into her, straining to thrust even deeper and harder into her soaking, wet pussy.
"Mmmooorrre, Frank!" she wailed. "Fuck me harder ... longer ... deeper. Oh, fuck me. FFFuuuccckkk mmmeee!"
Her legs scissored out to accept him to the fullest, then she pulled her knees up to her breasts, tightly, mashing them flat, giving him full access to her pelvic floor, her cunt wide open and wetly receptive, as he ravished her crotch, unmercifully.
"I'm going to cum ... it's on fire! OOOOoooohh, GOOOOOOOOOooooood! I'mmmmmmmmmm C U U UUUuuuuuummmmmm iiiinnnnnngg!" she wailed, her voice cracking in shrill screams of ecstasy. No sound came out now although her mouth continued to move and roll back intensely. She pulled her thighs back to her chest even tighter, her pink-slitted pussy squirming in the throes of orgasm in wild, abandoned, uninhibited sexual frenzy of release. Her muscles quivered, relaxing, her mouth fell open, gasping, and her eyes widened and blazed with delight.
Frank pounded into her for several more strokes, his balls slamming against her upturned buttocks, as her orgasm was coming to a close, he was there with her. His dam burst! His seed spilled, the semen pumping through the length of his cock to spew into the warm contracting depths, spraying deep into the quivering belly of his boss' wife. The white, hot, boiling liquid jetted from the head of his penis, puckering the anus behind and spending his passion with quivering, jerking of subsiding orgasmic spasms. Stretching, he made one final lunge and remained rigid, reaching for the deepest penetration of his cum within her. Then, with a faint, hollow; throaty groan he collapsed on top of her, his cock still jerking wildly as the last drops of his semen worked their way into her.
Both of them lay still. She held her breath, expelling very slowly, and save for the mass of small, involuntary fluttering in her cunt, quiveringly locked around that massive warrior and victor, his great cock, they were overcome ... exhausted ... spent, breathing heavily with fine satisfaction.
After a long while of quiet passivity, Susan Reynolds stirred beneath his bulky frame. He leaned over on an elbow and gazed down at her delicious face, still half-covered by the mysterious black veil which had fallen to one side in the heat of their sex act.
She winked at him and said, "It was fantastic ... I was really flying ... it was wonderful!"
"Glad you're pleased ... It was good for me, too ... I thought all of my insides were going to bust through my cock," he added.
"Roll onto your side, now ... Frank," she urged, gently shoving his chest back.
He did as she asked; she rolled with him, his deflating cock staying in her cleft, one leg beneath him, the other on top, draped over his hip. She looked up at him and fingered the mask on his face.
"It's time to unmask now ... lover," she purred.
She reached up and removed the mask from his face. He flashed a smile at her.
"God, I'm glad to get that thing off. It's hot!"
It was now his turn. He leaned over and removed the veil, feeling self-conscious.
"I don't get it ... what's the idea?" he asked, tracing the outline of her lips with his finger.
Susan turned her head aside, obviously wanting to talk.
"Didn't you enjoy yourself ... wasn't it fun?" she avoided his question with one of her own.
"Yes ... sure ... of course, doll ... but why did we have to bother with the mask business?" he inquired, again.
"Well ... didn't you forget who I am ... who we are ... ?" she replied. "While you were fucking me didn't you forget that I am the wife of your boss ... Mrs. Ed Reynolds?"
"Well ... eh ... yes, of course ... I guess so," he replied, still confused.
"And you liked it... enjoyed me," Susan smiled.
"Liked it! ?" he screamed. "It was the greatest... like nothing I've ever experienced before. I wanted it to last forever."
'There's even more than this ... if you want it... that is," she teased.
"Want it? There's nothing more I could wish for," he exclaimed.
"Well ... remember ... there's a price," she reminded. "A price that will have to be paid!"
"And ... what ... is the price?" he asked, curiously.
Her voice became brittle, hard as nails and direct as she answered, "I want to get away from Ed. Help me get away ... help me get a divorce!"
"Help you ... ? But, how can I ... ? Do you ... you can't mean that you want me to let him catch us?" Frank was numb and did not understand what she was saying.
'That's not exactly what I have in mind," she replied. "I want to be the one that catches him ... fucking some other woman ... so that I can bring charges against him!"
"Yeah ... OK. ... but how ... where do I come in?" he was still puzzled.
"That's simple, sweetheart," she continued. I want you to set him up with Alice."
"Alice? My wife! You're crazy!" he shouted. She's never even slept with another man. She'd never agree to such a thing ... and besides ... I wouldn't let her do something like that!"
"But, listen darling ... you told me how much you wanted wealth, money, power, influence ... and ME! Well ... you've got me ... now all you need to do is help me get rid of Ed ... and I'll provide you with the other goodies ... don't you understand?"
It was beginning to be clear to Frank, now. Susan wanted ... expected him to sacrifice his wife to sexual debauchment so that he would gain the things from life he wanted. He could have the senior position in his office . . control all the local territory ... boost his income tremendously ... become a public figure in the community ... get rid of his bills once and for all ... not need to worry about money anymore ... but Alice? How could he set her up like a whore in exchange for his own success? The whole thing was crazy!
But, everything I've ever wanted is right here ... just for the asking, he thought. It's all right here ready for me to take. Money! Position! Prestige! Power! Respect! And SEX ... sex with Susan! How can I afford not to agree to her proposition ... I can't lose! But ... Damn it, anyway! How could I get Alice to agree to it ... there would probably be a hearing ... in divorce court ... and a scandal ... but if I get Ed's job, we could ride it all out. She'd never agree to go through with it, though ... I'd have to force her ... somehow ... get her drunk, I guess. Jesus ... the whole thing scares me! What if something went wrong ... what if she got hurt? It would be all my fault .... and I could never forgive myself.
Susan's insistent questioning interrupted his long silence, "Will you do it, Frank, darling ... for me ... for you ... for us ... ? " "Yes," he answered, quickly, trying not to think of the consequences of his reply.
"I just knew I picked the right man," she squealed in delight, offering him her Lips, mouth opened, for a deep, passionate final kiss sealing this unholy bargain, while below, her cunt continued to clasp his cock spasmodically.
Frank couldn't concentrate on their kiss and stopped, asking her, "But ... how will we do it so that Alice won't..."
She placed her fingers across his lips and prevented him from completing his sentence.
"Don't fret, darling ... we'll work out all the details before the big event ... before the dinner dance at the Golf Club this weekend," she soothed.
In a short while, she had succeeded in arousing his now flaccid penis to a half-erect hardness, the muscles of her vagina working him up to another wild, abandoned sexual joust with her.
"Oh, that feels good," he exclaimed.
"I want you to be able to do it again," she grinned. "Let's play a little bit ... I've got a special trick I want to show you that I think will amuse you!"
"O.K. ... What kind of show are you going to put on now?" he wondered. He knew not to underestimate this woman and realized that she might be game for anything.
"I'll give you a hint," she said, a sly smile on her face. "What would you do with me and a dozen fresh oysters?"
"You got me ..." he laughed.
"C'mon ... use your imagination ... you do like oysters, don't you? They're good for your virility, I'm told ..." she continued.
"Sure ... they're alright ... but I'm not really hungry, now." he replied.
"I'm sure you'll regain your appetite," she said confidently.
"But ... I still don't understand ..." he mumbled.
"You're going to have to eat my oysters to get in to me ..."
"You can't mean that ..." he began, understanding what she intended.
"That's it, darling ... I'm going to stuff myself with fresh oysters ... and you're going to suck them out... and eat them all up!"
"Out of your cunt?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"That's right, baby ... all dozen of them! Still want to play?"
"Prepared that way ... I could probably knock off a dozen more," he grinned, expanding his suddenly hardened rod in her and flexing his hips to drive it deeper.
"And when you finish eating ... maybe we can go two more times tonight!" she cooed. "Anything you say, sweetheart..." he replied.