Time had run out for Virginia. It was ten-thirty Friday morning, and right on time she heard Mr. Hartman's car in the driveway, the slam of its door and the jangle of her front door bell. Hastily she dabbed away the tears that had brimmed her eyelids and trickled down her cheeks unnoticed as she had sat almost catatonically waiting for this dreaded moment, imagining all sorts of ugly scenes with her sponsor, feeling like a condemned prisoner during the last few moments before he is led away to his place of execution.
Putting on a bright smile, she opened the door with a leaden heart and greeted him lightly. "Oh, hello, Mr. Hartman. You're right on time."
His somber, black eyes lighted up in his rather long face, dominated by a large, patrician-straight nose, below which a long upper lip curled in a smile. His once-black hair was graying and thinning on top.
"Good morning, Mrs. Brooks," he greeted her. "Yes, I always try to be on time for my appointments."
Not waiting for her invitation, he headed for a comfortable chair in her living room. Virginia followed with trembling knees, knowing that there was no escape from telling him the exact truth and owning up to having made a serious mistake.
Hartman eased his tall, thin, slightly stooped frame into the overstuffed chair opposite the couch and asked, "Well, how did your sales go this week?"
"Very good…" She hesitated for an instant before going on, "but I-I don't have all the money I owe you…"
His good-natured smile was misleading. "Get your account book, and I'll go over it with you, okay?"
With a gloating smile of anticipation, Arthur watched her cross the room to a small kneehole desk to get her sales book. Her smooth, rounded buttocks moved under her dress with a sexily unconscious undulation, and his hands itched to get hold of them to caress and massage. And it won't be very damned long, either!
Hesitantly, Virginia brought him her account book, knowing that the figures wouldn't lie. He took it with a smile and checked her arithmetic quickly as she sat opposite him on the couch, nervously twisting a tissue in her hands.
It took him but a few moments to go through her transactions. Looking up at her over the tell-tale sheets, his face now grim, he grated, "It seems that you're almost two hundred dollars short. A hundred and ninety-eight dollars to be exact!"
Virginia couldn't look at him; the guilt weighed too heavily upon her. "Th-that's right…" she murmured, "and I don't have it to pay you…"
"Well, I'm sure that you know I'll have to make it up when I make my own report tomorrow!"
"I-I'm sorry…" she faltered, "but if I had more time I could make it up gradually…"
"I don't see how I can do that!" Hartman growled. "You've had one extra week already."
At a loss for further words, Virginia dissolved into tears. "I-I don't know what t-to do," she sobbed. "I-I tried to borrow the money… so I could pay you…"
"I know what you can do!"
"Wh-what…"
"Pay me another way!"
"Like what?" she asked. "I can't pay you today… but if you'd give me some… t-time…" She didn't get his pointed hint.
"That two hundred ought to be worth four or five sessions in bed with you!" he snapped, the words cracking out of his mouth in a machine-gun staccato.
Unbelieving, she stared at him for an instant. "You said… in bed…? You mean…?"
"Exactly, Virginia! That's what I said. Four or five sessions of good old-fashioned screwing!"
"N-no! Oh, no! I-I'd never do anything… like that!"
She shrank away from him, back into the comforting softness of the overstuffed couch. "I'm married… and I-I love my husband!" she moaned. "I-I couldn't! I… just couldn't!"
"I'm not talking about love, necessarily. I'm talking about sex – fucking!"
"Get out!" she flared, her face livid with anger now. "Get out of here!" On her feet, facing him defiantly, she went on, "Y-you're trying to treat me like a cheap whore… and I won't be talked to like that!"
Hartman remained in his seat. "All right – either you pay me, or I'll bring suit against you, and I've all the legal help behind me that Eko-Klean can furnish. I'll get my money plus costs. Besides, in the process, your husband will find out that you frittered away almost two hundred dollars!"
Defensively, she cried out, "I-I didn't just fritter it away! I bought a washing machine that I needed desperately!"
"With money that belongs to Eko-Klean!" he spat. "That's stealing! I could call a policeman right now and have you arrested!"
"Oh, G-godddd! Y-you… wouldn't…!"
"No, I wouldn't," he smiled lewdly, his eyes devouring the lush ripeness of her voluptuous young body. "No, I wouldn't do that… if you came across! Now, don't you think that's a fair exchange, after all? Four or five good lays, and I'll forget you owe me that two hundred!"
Virginia sagged back down on the cushions of the couch.
"B-but my husband…?"
"Hell, he'd never find out! I'm not going to tell him, and I know damned well you won't!"
The whole situation had taken a turn she had never anticipated, and her mind was churning with fear and helpless indecision. She was in a hell of a fix! Damned if she did and damned if she didn't!
Talking almost as much to herself as to him, she choked, "How could I… just l-let you do it to m-me? You're a stranger… and to just let you go ahead… and make love to me… it'd be kind of like prostitutes do! Why, it'd really be the same thing… because there's money mixed up in it."
"You can get off that whore kick!" he growled. "You're just feeling sorry for yourself – but make no mistake, I'm going to fuck the ass right off of you!"
His words kept jarring her, and she wished he wouldn't use those four-letter obscenities; even the very idea of what he had suggested was preposterous, yet at the same time there was a salacious tingle to the whole thing, including his forceful use of those words.
Arthur Hartman was going on now: "Maybe what you need is a good stiff drink to help you make up your mind? I don't have much more time to wait around!"
"I-I don't drink… hardly at all, and I-I really don't like the stuff!" she told him.
"It'll loosen you up! You know what they say, 'Candy's dandy but liquor's quicker'!" he guffawed, getting to his feet. "Where is it? That husband of yours must keep some around somewhere?"
"In the dish cupboard above the sink," she told him, "but I don't really care for a drink." She was miserable in the knowledge that she was caught up in a situation from which there was no escape, and it seemed that Arthur Hartman was almost diabolically clever in the way he had trapped her. He must have known, somehow, that I couldn't pay…
Hartman found a half-bottle of bourbon and glasses. He poured himself two ounces neat and added water to Virginia's. Bringing the drinks into the living room, he handed her the glass and said, "Drink up!"
"I don't want it."
"It'll relax you and make you feel better, so drink hearty!" He tossed down half of his uncut whiskey.
Virginia reluctantly sipped from her glass and felt it warm her belly. All his talk of sex had begun to work on her; she was aware of a glowing warmth in her loins; there was also that telltale moisture down there between the petals of her wetly throbbing inner vaginal lips that told of her unwanted arousal.
Resuming his seat opposite her, Hartman lounged back, watching as she sipped steadily, a slight, lewdly appreciative leer on his face, as he went on, "It'll also make you enjoy it more… when I get you on a bed!"
Noisily, she banged her empty glass down on the coffee table between them. She'd made her decision! There just wasn't any possibility that she could go through with it. It's unthinkable! God! I'd never be able to live with myself!
"Mr. Hartman, I'm not going to bed with you, now or ever… so you can get the hell out of my house, r-right now!"
"It's too late, Virginia!" He was calm and unflustered. "You see, I've got a one-track mind and a hard cock, and if I don't get the money then I use my cock in that tight little cunt of yours!"
"Then sue me… or have me thrown in jail!" she flared. "But I won't let you do it to m-me!"
"What you need is another drink. You're being foolish about it all. The scandal of being arrested as a thief and the expense of lawyers and all of that would just about ruin your husband, and that service station of his would go down the drain!" he told her.
"Oh, God. I-I didn't think about that!"
"And he finds out that you can't be trusted!"
He reached over to the bottle of whiskey and poured another double into her glass. "Drink this and you'll make it easier on yourself!"
Virginia's hand swept out for the glass to knock it over, but Arthur moved faster. His hand caught her wrist and held it tightly. "I said drink, damn it!"
Her free hand arced toward his face. He caught that hand too and held her immobile as he moved around the coffee table to sit beside her on the couch.
"Oh, ooohh, you're hurting m-me!"
Holding the glass to her lips, he grated commandingly: "Drink!"
Dominated by his commanding demeanor, held tightly by his strong hands, flooded suddenly with the realization of the complete hopelessness of the position her unthinking fool-hardiness had placed her in, Virginia drank the raw whiskey in huge gulps as he held the glass to her lips. The searing burn of the undiluted bourbon blazed a painful path down her throat, which brought tears to her eyes and a gasp for breath, followed by a fit of uncontrolled coughing.
"God! That's… horrible!" She leaned back against the cushions of the couch weakly.
Hartman released her wrists then, and she slid down dejectedly, sitting back on her tailbone, her skirt riding up the smooth, tapering whiteness of her thighs. She knew he was watching, but she didn't care now. It's… It's going to happen… and I can't do anything to stop him! She felt exactly as a wild animal must feel when the steel jaws of the trap are sprung and snap down painfully on a paw.
"You're really quite a woman, Virginia," Arthur murmured, his hand reaching out to caress her sleek inner thigh just above the knee, feeling the silky smooth warmth of her flesh, as his gently massaging hand moved upward on the creamy white skin.
She had to try one last plea. Her voice was choked and hoarse. "Please…? Mr. Hartman… won't you g-give me a chance to pay you back…?"
"Yeah! You're making the first installment today!" he told her with a lewd grin, as his hand reached the hem of her dress.
Almost imperceptibly, her legs moved involuntarily apart, the feeling of helpless defeat strong in her, and Arthur moved upward with confidence, his exploring fingers scouting the way.
Then his hand was there on the warmly throbbing mound between her slightly spread legs, his fingers rubbing searchingly along the flimsy nylon panties that just barely covered her warmly moistened vaginal slit. Slowly, his out-stretched middle finger slipped in under the elastic legband, and, before she was fully aware of what was happening, he was caressing the already bloodswollen lips of her wetly pulsating pussy. The sexy feel of her warm young flesh, the softness of her sparse, golden pubic hair, light against his exploring fingers, inflamed him with passion and an urgency to follow his searching fingers with the hardness of his massively erect penis.
Although Virginia sat there quite still except for the involuntary slight splaying of her legs, she was a rolling morass of sensations… feelings that she hadn't expected. Her body was reacting to him! She was getting hot, and it was all against her will. The sensitive nerve endings of her suddenly responding cunt, just now beginning to be inflamed by the whiskey she had drunk, were signaling their readiness to be titillated and satisfied, and she didn't want it! God! Her sensually awakening body was becoming traitorous, disobeying the rational, lawful orders of her mind – orders based on decency and morals and the knowledge that no man other than her husband had ever touched her secret parts before. She couldn't help it! With her body out of control, now, she knew that it was going to happen, that she was going to let him make love to her, and, whether she wanted to or not, she was also going to enjoy it. Already there was the heated moisture of her arousal down there in that place he was caressing so expertly, bedewing the tender pink petals of her pussy; added to this was the sensuous glow of building warmth deep in her belly and loins. Unbidden, a tiny moan escaped her lips. "Ooooh, please, Mr. Hartman… d-don't…"
He was leaning over her then, ready to kiss her. "You'd better start calling me Arthur or Art, baby! As close as we're going to be in a few minutes, that Mister's going to be getting in the way!"
Then he kissed her hard, his tongue, pointed and demanding, bursting through her wetly parted lips to stab probingly into her mouth as his arm sucked around her trim little waist to crush her voluptuously trembling body close to him. Below, his finger played at the moistened mouth of her hotly throbbing vaginal opening, dipping just inside her pussy lips with sensuous insistence, then moving upward under the flimsy covering of her nylon panties to find the heatedly pulsing shaft of her already hardened clitoris.
Virginia moaned up into his mouth as his extended middle finger made electric contact with the sensitive little nerve bud, and her hips moved under her in a futile, writhing attempt to escape his tantalizing fingering. It was no use! There was no escaping its teasing brushings along the short, hot length of her clitoris for, only a few moments later, her wantonly writhing hips were thrusting up with a fevered urgency against his teasing finger. Suddenly the aroused young wife stiffened, catching herself up short God! What am I doing? I'm acting like I really want it… like I want him to do it to me… just like when Leon gets me all worked up… and I c-can't help myself, I'm so far gone! Then the painful realization: Leon! Oh, my God, I'm almost ready to cheat on him! It was something she had never intended to do! But what can I do? Arthur's got me both coming and going!
As Virginia's body went rigid, Hartman pulled his head-back, breaking the kiss, and looked down into her face quizzically.
"What now?"
"Leon, my-my husband… I can't be untrue to him!"
"That's a bunch of crap!" Arthur exclaimed. "Because you're ready, right now, and you'll fuck… no matter what you say! Anyway, do you think he'd pass up a chance for a good screw if he had it?" The salesman didn't wait for an answer. "You know damned well he wouldn't!"
Rising from the couch, he pulled her up with him and, taking her by the arm, led her firmly toward the short hallway that opened into the living room. "It's time to get you on a bed!" His voice was husky, and his breath came in short, heavy pantings.
Virginia found herself going with him docilely. Almost like a zombie, the dizzying effect of the whiskey and her own unwanted sexual arousal taking effect, she allowed him to guide her, unresistingly, down the hallway and into the bedroom. It was then, as she saw the waiting bed, that she cringed back, unwilling to take that final step toward it.
"N-not here!" she whined. "This is where Leon and I… sleep…"
"And fuck?" he leered. "Hell! That'll make it even more fun! Now, peel back that bedspread, so we can use it!"
Not wanting to do it, yet powerless to resist his demands, and the roiling sensuality of her own rising desire driving her perversely to it, she stripped back the bedspread, blanket and top sheet. Then she stood there uncertainly, looking at the bed and thinking: If Leon ever finds out I'll lose him! He'd leave me… and get a divorce!
"What're you waiting for, damn it? Start getting undressed! I want you bare-assed naked!" he commanded imperiously.
Leadenly, Virginia began undressing. Turning her back to him, she pulled her housedress up over her head and tossed it aside. She wasn't wearing a slip; the weather was too warm, and she had dispensed with it. Then, as she reached back behind her to release the clasp of her brassiere, she felt Hartman's hands already there, unhooking it. She leaned forward, releasing the fullness of her globular breasts.
Hartman's hands, itchily grasping for their pliant softness, groped around her from behind, capturing them and feeling their satiny warmth. As he dug his fingers into her massagingly, the coned-out, berrylike nipples spiked out hard against the palms of his hands. Virginia stood quite still as he caressed her breasts brutally, mashing them with the hardness of his hands, while his lips kissed the back of her neck, causing even more tingling sensations to flash through her almost fully aroused body. Below, in the small of her back, she was aware of the huge, warmly throbbing bulge of his penis pressed up tight against her.
"Oh, ooooohhh…" she moaned, unable to control herself at all. She couldn't understand it. A half-hour ago, she would have scoffed if anyone had suggested that she would be going to bed with a strange man. She would have been even more indignant had it been predicted that she would be standing here in anticipation and wanting the full enjoyment of such an illicit coupling.
"You've really got it, Virginia," he whispered complimentarily in her ear, "and in all the right places."
But it's all wrong! There was no way she could get out of it, but there was no reason she had to be so wanton. Steeling herself, she resigned her body to its fate and attempted to tell herself that she would not become emotionally involved with this man. Somehow… I-I've got to get it over with… and done!
Lithely writhing from his grasp, Virginia stripped off her panties and lay down on the bed, her legs spread obscenely, invitingly (she thought), and looking up at her sales sponsor, said, "H-here I am! If you want me… come and t-take me!"
Lewdly, Hartman grinned down at her and replied, "You're not going to cop out that easy, baby! Before I'm through with you, you'll be begging me to fuck you!"
She watched as he began peeling off his jacket and tie.
"Do you have to be so foul-mouthed all the time?" she flung up at him.
"Come off it, Virginia, baby! You know the words!" His shirt was off, now, and as he pulled off his undershirt, he went on, "And you'll be using them too!"
"No, I won't!"
"We'll see! Now, turn over on your belly!" he rasped out at her.
Virginia did it, hating herself for obeying him, but reasoning that if she did everything he wanted, the sooner it would all be over.
She heard the sigh of cloth on skin and knew that he had taken off his trousers. Twisting her head around, she saw him remove his shorts, releasing the massiveness of his lust-hardened cock to her awe-stricken eyes. She gasped. My God! It's so big! Her eyes rounded in surprise. Arthur caught her look and chortled gloatingly, "Admiring my prick?"
"No-no!" She straightened her head so that she couldn't see it.
"Don't kid me, baby! You had to see it, didn't you? You had to see it, because you're curious… and because you probably wanted to compare it with your husband's… What's his name?"
"Leon!" she said. "My husband's name is Leon!"
He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out for her, his fingers gently tracing the outlines of her nakedly alluring contours, lightly drawing them down over her back and across the swelling, softly pliant moons of her buttocks; down over her smoothly tapered thighs he moved, allowing them to drift back up the soft, satin flesh of her faintly trembling inner thighs to the twin protuberances of her smooth white bottom. He paused to knead and caress the warmth of her unblemished flesh, his fingers, gentle and light the instant before, now suddenly hard and brutal as they dug in hard to leave welts on her ass cheeks.
Again she moaned, partly in pain and partly in uncontrollable, rising passion.
"Yeah, baby, you've got it, all right! You've really got it!" he breathed.
"Oh, God, Art… why don't you just go ahead… a-and do it to me! I-I won't tell anybody that y-you… forced me to…"
Hartman cut her off in mid-sentence. "I'm not forcing you to do anything! You're doing it because you want to… and don't you ever forget it!" His voice was harsh.
"B-but I'm not!" she whined down into the softness of the mattress.
"You will though! I told you you'd be begging me to shove my prick into your tight little cunt!" His voice was modulated, a little softer, now, as he continued, "And what kind of man would I be if I didn't oblige a woman who's begging to be fucked?"
His reasoning escaped her for the time being. God! How she wished this ordeal were finished. Over and over, she told herself that never again would she be so foolish in the handling of other people's money. And afterward… how would her life be affected? God! Things couldn't be the same!
Then his moistly warm lips were on her neck kissing her, his tantalizing tongue tracing down along her back as he crouched naked over her, his long hard penis like a spear sticking out from the bottom of his belly. Finally, his mouth and tongue were on the satin skin of her buttocks sending tiny chills of sensual anticipation flashing along her nerve endings; on downward along the softly smooth taper of her thighs, to the backs of her knees, the curve of her calves and her ankles, he kissed and licked at all of her lush young nakedness. Then he was working his way back up again, his mouth warm and moist on the inside of her thighs as he levered them further apart.
High-voltage sensations rippled through her as Hartman's teasing tongue burrowed deep into the dark mystery of the crevice between her buttocks, the curling tip of his tongue licking briefly at the tiny puckered opening of her anus. Virginia shivered and recoiled involuntarily as the new and surprisingly erotic sensations shimmered like desert heat devils through the core of her being. Then his month was gone from that sensitive spot and moving upward again; finally, after what seemed ages to her, he was back at the nape of her neck. Now it was her ear; his agile tongue licked all around the rim, then tantalized the hole with its pointed, teasing tip.
Shuddering with the impact of luridly exciting sensations she had never known before, Virginia was aware that her shamelessly aroused body was a raging furnace of desire, everything seeming to concentrate there in that hotly throbbing hole up between her legs and then radiating outward to her belly, her breasts, arms and legs. Even on the smooth skin of her back, it seemed as though she could still feel his moist kisses. Oh, he's driving me out of my mind… making me want him… but I-I can't let him make me get involved! I won't! I won't!
"You can turn over now!" Arthur commanded. "I want to see if the front of you is just as yummy as the back!"
Complying, Virginia turned over on her back, thinking: God! Maybe he'll go ahead and do it now! She wished it fervently… wanted it all to end before she dissolved into a quivering mass of desire and she would be doing what he said she would: begging him to fuck her! I'll never do that! I'll never beg! Never!
Instantly, Hartman's tongue darted across the tip of a distended, coral-pink nipple, his hotly salivating mouth dipping to take the whole of it, including the goose-pimpled aureole between his hungrily sucking lips. He used his other hand to stroke the ripely swelling fullness of the other breast, cupping and massaging the milk-white mound of softly pliant flesh, kneading it hard as his thumb and forefinger teasingly rolled the painfully erect, berrylike nipple.
Virginia felt the rampaging erotic shock of his caresses, and she mewled deep in her chest with the pleasurable sensations, knowing in that instant that she wanted to be plundered by this strange man's massively hardened cock… wanted it more than anything else in the whole world. And he hasn't even touched me… down there! Hard on the heels of this new self-knowledge came a devastating thought: God! I-I'll be an adulteress… not because he forced me… but because I w-wanted it! But what can I do? I'm so far gone, now that I've just got to have it! I want him to f-fuck me… and I-I can't help it! Dear God! I can't help it!
Now his demoralizing tongue was trailing with tantalizing fervor down across the flat white plane of her belly, stopping momentarily to screw flickingly into the shallow depression of her navel; then, as his mouth approached the sparse, golden blonde curls of her pubic mound, she knew instinctively what he was going to do. He's going to kiss my vagina. Oh God! She had never experienced it; indeed, had not wanted to experience it, having refused Leon every time he had wanted to use his mouth on her down there between her legs. God! She clamped her desire-trembling yet fearful legs tightly together to deny him ingress there, but unexpectedly then, she felt him leapfrog downward to her thighs. As his moist kisses worked slowly back up toward her warmly quivering pussy, it was his hand that probed, his outstretched middle finger insinuating itself into the soft, hair-lined crease at the top and pressuring downward until he discovered the secret bud of her clitoris throbbing in wild anticipation in its hidden fleshy valley. Lightly, he brushed the tip of his finger over it, caressing it, feeling it harden even more under his finger. The nakedly crouching salesman grunted with satisfaction as he felt her tightly clenched thighs relax ever so slightly. Damn! It'll only be a little while now… and she'll be all mine!
Never could Virginia have explained it. Her will, it seemed, was completely broken, for almost of their own volition her thighs relaxed and spread wide in utter surrender to the mass of erotic sensations that overburdened her nervous system. There was just no way the hopelessly aroused young wife could keep her legs tightly pressed together any longer. And with a sudden feeling of dismay, she realized she was going to let this virtual stranger do anything he wanted to do with her. Even kissing me down there!
Instantly Hartman's head dropped down between her erotically quivering thighs, while at the same time he placed both his hands behind her knees and spread and raised them, so that she was wide-splayed, completely and defenselessly open to him. For an instant his gloating eyes devoured the delicious feast before him. It was almost like breaching a succulent shellfish to get at the goodies inside. Then, with a suddenness almost too swift to follow, his hungry wet mouth was there on her desire-ridden cunt.
"Ohhhh… God! You mustn't… you can't… you… ohhhhh!" The young wife's lust-constricted voice bubbled off into a loud mewl of pleasure as his wetly licking tongue invaded her impatiently pulsating pussy.
Arthur's tongue probed for a moment until he found her erect, pulsating clitoris and began to lick at it moistly as he inhaled the warm heady aroma of her vaginal slit, which drove him almost wild with desire and caused his painfully aching cock to lurch in a lewd hunger. But I'll wait! I'll have to… because when she caves in it's got to be total!
Virginia moaned in agonized pleasure as he took the pulsing bud of her clitoris between his wetly ovalled lips. Holding it lightly he exerted a sucking pressure on its short, hardened length for a few moments before shifting again. Now, he was holding the erect little clitoris between his teeth, while his tongue played a drumming tattoo directly on its sensitive head.
The nakedly writhing young blonde was sure that she couldn't bear another second of this tantalizing torture. Moaningly, she implored him, "Oh, please… Art… please don't do that any more! You're driving me crazy!" Even as she pleaded with him, she knew that this sex-crazed man, acting so much like an animal as he licked slobbering at her genitals, would not stop until she was a quivering, helpless mass of mindlessly aroused desire. Her vision was beginning to swim, and there was a ringing in her ears. She couldn't think straight; the only thought spinning crazily around in her mind was the fervent wish that she could have that great thick cock of his churning deep up inside her, fucking its hot throbbing way into the deepest depths of her wildly impatient cunt. God! It had gone on so long!
Just at the point where Virginia was sure that she would scream if he didn't stop, Hartman shifted his mouth downward and his tongue slithered into the viscid moistness of her heatedly throbbing cunt's mouth. She did scream then – in a wild uncontained ecstasy – as she felt him wetly stabbing his tongue in and out of her fevered vaginal opening in imitation of a fucking penis. Uncontrollably, her nakedly aroused pussy undulated up to his sucking wet mouth as she tried to match the fucking tempo of his plunging tongue into that cock-hungry hole up between her frantically trembling legs.
His head buried in the searing muskiness of her hotly throbbing pussy, Hartman heard her loud whimpering mewls of pleasure as each time, now, he swirled his long, probing tongue around and around inside her thinly bearded, desire-swollen cuntal mouth. He could feel the silky curls of her blonde pubic hair tickling his cheeks, which only served to heighten his own arousal; however, he was still determined to wait her out. The hot little bitch! She's ready to start climbing the walls… begging me to fuck her! And that's just the way I want it!
Reaching down, he pulled her long tapering legs up higher and slid his arms under them so that his shoulders wedged her thighs open fully. Then he draped her legs over his shoulders; at the same time he slid his hands under her softly rounded buttocks, his fingers digging cruelly into them and bruising the tender flesh when he pulled the twin moons up close and hard to his sensuously slavering mouth.
As she felt his moist tongue thrust deeply into the passion-tormented depths of her cunt, Virginia could contain herself no longer. She cried out her pleasure and frustration. Instinctively, her hands reached down to his head, and since he was balding, she grasped his head itself and pulled him in harder against her. She was completely helpless. Her reaction, now, was animalistic. There was nothing in the world for her but sex, sensuality, sensation… and the need to cum to orgasm.
"Oh, ooooh, ooooohhh, my Goddddd! I-I can't take any more! Do it to me! God! D-do it… to m-me… now!" she moaned in frustrated agony. Almost as soon as the words escaped her mouth, she realized that she was doing what he had said she would: beg him to fuck her! And, I swore he'd never make me do that!
Arthur Hartman raised his head from her pussy and leered up at her between the twin peaks of her firmly quivering breasts. Lewdly, he asked, "Do it to you? What the hell do you mean? Do you want me to fuck you, now?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! I-I need it… now!" Virginia whispered between tightly clenched teeth, as she closed her eyes to blot out his gloating leer of triumph over her.
"If that's what you want, baby, you'd better ask for it the right way!"
"God… you know what I m-mean! I want you to make love t-to me!"
His laugh was short and mocking: "Make love to you? Baby, I'm going to fuck you… and that's what you ask for. Say it like this: I want you to fuck me! I want you to shove your big, hard cock in my cunt and fuck me… hard!"
"No! I-I can't say it! I can't bring myself to say those filthy words!" she whined.
"Well hell, if you can't ask for it the way I tell you, I'll just stop right now and let you finger-fuck yourself!" he grated out at her.
True to his word, Hartman kept his threat; he crawled off the bed abruptly and stood looking down at her, his long massive erection spearing out throbbingly. With an ugly smile, he reached down and grasped its thick length in his hand and stroked it gently, murmuring, "This is what you really want, isn't it? You want to feel it thrusting in and out of your beautiful little cunt until you cum."
Suddenly, the shamelessly aroused young wife felt a great fear of being abandoned on the brink of what she knew would be one of her most intensely powerful climaxes ever. Quickly, her trembling hands reached down to her own screamingly demanding vagina, and she slipped a finger into the moistly heated groove to find the pulsing bud of her womanhood. She rubbed at it frantically as her naked young hips gyrated wildly, obscenely, and her breath came in load rasping spasms. Her eyes glazed almost insanely as she clawed at her searing, passion-inflamed cunt. It was her sensually aroused body, filled with exquisite sensations, that made her decision for her; the pounding throb, the frustrating need for sex blotting out all semblance of rational thought. For that instant in time, she was sure that she was all cunt – a hotly throbbing cunt that demanded to be filled with a long hard cock!
Virginia was frantic, almost out of her mind from the need for release. It was no good, she knew dimly, to continue her lewd masturbation, as her eyes focused then locked onto the huge shaft of male flesh that Hartman held in his hand, using it like bait or a reward, much as one would hold candy out to a child.
With a low, animal-like groan, she suddenly pulled her legs up almost to her chest, then splayed her thighs widely, exposing the whole of her pussy to him, as her hips ground undulantly, uncontrollably in the lewd rhythm of intercourse; then with lust-trembling hands she reached down to either side of her desire-inflamed cunt-mouth and slowly pulled the swollen, pink lips far apart in unmistakable, obscene invitation to him.
Groaning from the depths of her humiliation and knowing that now it was the only way she could find real release, she begged him, "Art! Art! For God's sake f-fuck me! Fuck me… quick… before I go out of my mind!"
Hartman crawled up onto the bed and kneeled over her, an arrogant smile of ultimate triumph on his lips. "Good!" he leered, "I knew you'd come through! Now, tell me where, with what… and how you want to be fucked!"
His sadistically lewd smile told her that she would have to say everything he demanded. She choked, swallowing the hot saliva that formed in her mouth, as her mind reviewed the four-letter obscenities. They were like red-hot branding irons indelibly searing their impressions into her brain.
"I-I want you to… f-fuck me… with your c-cock…" she mumbled, feeling the rising flush of her shame to her face.
"Where, damn it?"
"In my… c-cunt…"
"And how?" Hartman goaded. "How do you want to be fucked?"
"Oh, God – hard! Just as hard as you can!"
He wasn't satisfied yet. "Now, let's have it all, without my having to drag every word out of you!" he commanded.
Like a prisoner tied to a public whipping post, Virginia groaned out, "You're tormenting me!"
"Say it, God damn it!" he roared. "Because I don't want any doubt in your mind about it! You're the one who's begging me to fuck you! Isn't that right?"
"Yes! God, yes! If that's the way it has to be! I-I'm begging you to fuck m-me!" Tears of frustration brimmed her eyes as she repeated, "Please, fuck me, Art! I want you to shove your big, hard, cock in my c-cunt… and fuck me, hard!"
"That's my baby! That's more like it!" he grinned, as he wedged his hips down between her widespread, invitingly open thighs, the head of his achingly pounding cock nudging down into the naked openness of her wetly parted pussy lips. "Now, that we've got that settled, reach down between your legs and put it in for me!"
It was a final degrading humiliation. Virginia, wailing out a soul-searching "My Goddddd!" reached down with trembling fingers, her tiny hand only partially encircling the great girth of his hotly pulsating cock, and with deliberate care did his vile bidding.
"There!" she gasped. "Now!"
Holding himself above her, Hartman flexed his hips slightly and forced the bulbous head of his excitedly throbbing penis inch by slow inch into the elastic little opening of her hungering, moistly ready cunt.
Flat on her back beneath him, Virginia was aware for the first time how truly enormous his lust-hardened shaft was. With a sudden fright, she was positive that, as his thickened cockhead began to stretch her cruelly, he would rip her apart. Almost at once, as she tensed in fear, the stretching pressure of it was too much for her to bear. She screamed in agony.
"Ooooooooooaaaaagh! God! It's too big!"
"You're just too nervous, that's all!" Arthur countered.
"Oh please! I-I can't stand it!"
In spite of her need for the blessed relief that only his hotly throbbing cock could bring her, now that his long, hard penis was in her, filling her beyond her wildest expectations, the pain was horribly real for the moment. Her tortured eyes begged him for mercy, but through her tears she saw his sadistic pleasure. There would be no mercy in him, she knew; he'd shown none yet. His wild pleasure shone in his eyes as he continued his brutal and inexorable impalement of her tormented cuntal passage.
Inch by massive inch his heatedly pulsating shaft bored into her wetly cringing vaginal tunnel, until suddenly, with a satisfied gasp, he plunged deeply into her tightly resisting pussy with the force of a rutting stallion.
Virginia screamed again. "Aagghh! Stop! You're splitting me! It's too big! Oh, God! Pull it out… p-please…?"
"Hell, I just got it in!" he grunted, as his thick hot length raced into her, pushing the moistly warm walls of her resisting cuntal lining before it, until with a resounding smack his sperm-laden balls came up heavily against the smooth white cheeks of her nakedly upturned buttocks. "Aaaaagggh!" he groaned and closed his eyes in relief. "That's it, baby. It's in all the way; how about that?"
He lay immobile on top of her nakedly impaled body for a moment or two before flexing his hotly throbbing cock deep up inside the constricting walls of her vaginal sheath, and his hips moved to drive his long thick pole of male flesh yet another fraction of an inch deeper into her tight little cunt.
The young blonde wife groaned with each muscular lurch as he repeated the expanding action several times. After only a few moments, it seemed, she was surprised that her cruelly stretched passage began to adjust to the loglike presence of his massively thickened penis, and she realized she was accommodating his great length with ease! Now all those delicious sexual sensations, which had been masked temporarily by his painful entrance, came flooding back to her, and her moaning mewls of pain were gradually replaced with wanton gurgles of unequivocal pleasure.
Now Arthur began a slow grinding motion, swinging his hips from side to side and around and around, insinuating his massively hardened rod deeper into her tightly clasping pussy. More and more the resilient walls of her heatedly pulsating cuntal passage stretched and relaxed, until her whimperings of pain became purring mewls of delight… of outright enjoyment of her forbidden pleasure, an enjoyment over which she had no control. She was on fire with wild, unfulfilled yearnings, and unbidden, her naked young loins began to gyrate lewdly beneath him, countering his hip-swinging grinding motion into her.
Poised above her, Hartman felt her uncontrolled movements and heard her moans of sheer sensual delight, and he knew that it was time to really begin fucking her. And now that she's ready to start climbing the walls, I'm going to fuck her with everything I've got in me!
The salesman nakedly raised himself on hands and knees above her wantonly writhing body to get more powerful leverage for his deep plunging thrusts into her tightly quivering cunt, and began to rock backward and forward using short, smooth strokes that gradually lengthened and deepened at the same time as the speed of them increased. He felt the wetly clinging inner lining of her vaginal tunnel squeezing tightly around the entire length of his rock-hard cock, giving him an ecstatic feeling of overwhelming sensual pleasure and assuring him that his long wait had been worthwhile. God! She's got a luscious, tight little cunt! Just the way I like them!
As her naked employer drove deeply into the desire-inflamed depths of her hotly throbbing cunt, Virginia's body reacted of its own volition to the wanton desires he had engendered in her. She surrendered herself completely and unconditionally to being fucked by this strange man against her will! Regardless of how he twisted the words around, the fact still remained that it had not been her choice; however, once she was so wildly aroused, the pleasure couldn't be minimized. That was real – perhaps the only reality for her. Deep in her loins now, the summer heat lightning of wantonness was being unleashed, flashing from nerve ending to nerve ending in almost endless ecstasy of sensation and grounding in the close, moist tightness of her cuntal sheath that squeezed so tightly around the filling and fulfilling cock of Arthur Hartman pistoning wildly now in and out of her rapture-filled pussy.
Virginia's body responded to him in a way she had never expected, and never with her husband had she felt so wonderfully cunt-filled, as Hartman increased the depth and speed of his strokings into her, his hips pounding it with pile-driver force. Nakedly, she writhed in complete and happy abandonment beneath him, welcoming every body-jarring thrust with a bucking counterstroke of her own, fucking him back with all the strength of her lithe young body. He dropped his lust-distorted mouth to hers, capturing her wetly glistening lips between his opened ones, and she lashed her tongue deep into his throat and mouth to be sucked, while at the same time she thrust it back and forth in tempo with his hard-boring cock ramming in and out of her pink-fleshed pussy below. Moaning incessantly up into his face, willing to accept any and everything he was giving her, she slid her moistly lubricated cunt up and down the thick fucking shaft of his cock with a wanton abandon without compare. Her lovely face contorted with lustful animality, eyes glazed unseeingly, nostrils flaring wide as her breath came in loud rasping pants and she was lost to everything but the lurid sexual dance they performed as they fucked each other with everything they had.
It was a sensual rapture that she could never have believed existed on the face of the earth, and she marveled how it was that she had moved from not wanting to wanting, as he had fondled her, licked and sucked her… until this moment, with his enormous, hardened cock hotly pistoning in and out of her steaming cuntal passage, making her realize that she was, after all an earthy woman, who needed exactly what she was getting. Oooooh, it's simply wonderful! Out of this world… completely!
She found, as she moved with him, sliding her eagerly pulsating cunt up and down the thick length of his expanding cock, fucking back for all she was worth, that the intensity of her sensations was increased. It was delicious and almost unbearably wild and insane. As many times as she had lain under her husband, Leon, she hadn't known the true ecstasy of the fulfilled woman until this instant, with a strange man's beautifully hard penis jackhammering into her, being fucked like she had never been fucked before, against her will, against her better judgment… almost being raped, as it were. She found it difficult to believe that sexual coupling could possibly be so exciting, so exquisitely pleasurable; likewise, she hadn't known the tremendous desire she felt at that moment of wanting to give pleasure back. That's what she wanted to do most of all, now: She wanted to give Arthur pleasure, too!
"Fuck me, hard, Art!" Virginia gasped. "Don't stop! Just keep on fucking me, hard! Harder! Harder!" She knew that her words would spur him on, titillate him, and let him know she was loving every moment of it. "Ooooohhh! Like that! Deep! Deep! Deep!"
Slaving away above her, goring deeply into her wetly clasping vagina, Hartman knew that he had to do something else to turn her on even more. Without a second thought, he slid a hand down over the smooth white skin of her wantonly gyrating buttocks, feeling the muscles rippling just below the soft pliancy of her warm naked flesh until his outstretched searching finger found her tightly puckered little anus. He dipped the tip of his finger into the viscid moisture that dribbled in clear, dew-like droplets from the more than adequately filled cuntal passage above, which was now clasping and unclasping him rhythmically; then he placed the lubricated tip of his finger against the rubbery softness of her defenseless nether opening. As he touched it for the first time, he felt the shock of it in her naked recoiling body. Her sharply indrawn breath rasped into his ear. Pushing lightly against her tight little anus, he panted, "Now, baby, I'm going to give you something to write home about! I'm going to shove my finger right up your asshole, just as far as I can shove it!"
He smiled gloatingly down into her face. The image of his face was dimmed, but she knew, somehow, that it was exactly what she wanted… what she needed! His telling her what he was going to do was a further excitant, acting almost like an aphrodisiac. Delirious rapture swept over her, and wantonly she wanted that, too! She wanted to be hurt, to be able to feel everything, to scream in masochistic ecstasy.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes! That's what I want! I-I want you to shove your finger right up my ass!" she strangled. "Go ahead and do it!"
He did it. Hartman pushed hard! Deep into the warm sponginess of her defensively puckering-rectum, his finger surged all the way to the palm of his hand, and she screamed loudly, hoarsely, as his finger wormed slitheringly into her past the tightly resisting ring of elastic muscle. As his finger went into the hotly clenching passage, Arthur knew that it was a virgin, unused; the knowledge caused him to gasp with the possibilities for next time. And there will be a next time… several of them!
Never before in her whole life had Virginia Brooks felt such exquisite agony of mixed pleasure and pain; even as the sweet delight of such unbelievable rapture filled her tautly rippling belly, she felt her back passage beginning to adjust to the painful presence of his middle finger, while at the same time she continued her undulant wet slithering up and down the lust-hardened rod of his enormous cock, straining to absorb both finger and penis at the same time into her insanely demanding loins.
Now he was goring into her with increased speed, his finger moving in concert with the long plundering shaft of his cock, and he could feel plainly the extra bulge his finger made in the thin tissues separating her two pelvic passages. The increased pressure and friction was concentrated along the extremely sensitive underside of his aching penis, increasing the intensity of his erotic sensations. Christ! I'll be cumming in just a few seconds if I'm not careful!
Beneath his powerfully pounding hips, Virginia writhed wildly out of control, grinding her wetly heated pussy up and down his almost ready-to-explode cock with mounting fury, her legs jerking, toes curling and hips nakedly gyrating as though she would never get enough of this forbidden pleasure. She was in complete subjugation to his double ravishment of her flaming, wildfire loins, and unceasingly she moaned and mewled her throaty enjoyment of it all.
Then Hartman felt the searing, acid burn of his impending ejaculation, back there behind the swelling of his ready-to-unload balls, and he jerked his finger from her tightly sucking anus with a moist hiss. Using both hands now, he pressed her knees back to her chest, cruelly mashing the lusciously pliant white mounds of her breasts. He could see that her proudly quivering breasts were sprinkled lightly with the sweat of her wildly excited passion as he began to fuck his painfully throbbing penis into her eager wet pussy with a bestial fury, boring into her defenselessly open cuntal passage like a hydraulic forging hammer out of control.
"Give me all of your cock, Art!" she groaned. "Fuck me harder! Oh, God! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Her lovely face was contorted almost unrecognizably into a wild mask of passion as she sought to make that one final step into orgasm, only seconds away now.
He slaved away above her, thrusting and plunging wildly as he was caught up in an ecstatic drive toward his own climax, his jackhammering strokes into her hotly clasping cunt calling for the utmost muscular power from his back and legs. Christ! She's really a hot little bitch! He had never known a woman like her… a woman who could take all of his outsized cock and come back asking for more!
Suddenly Virginia convulsed under him. It was there for her explosively, her orgasm surging through her tinglingly alive body like a tidal wave. Her head tossed wildly from side to side, her naked young body spasming in the grip of her convulsive release, and she was rocketing to the heights where time and space are meaningless approximations. For an instant she was one with that infinity, until she opened her eyes to stare up into Arthur's lust-transfigured face, as he slammed his wildly expanding cock deep into her frantically twitching cunt in his own drive to completion.
Dreamlike, she heard her own voice, unnatural, earthy and animalistic, as she screamed out her rapture. "Oooooh! Oooooooooohhhhh! Myyyyy Goddddd! IIIII'mmmmm cuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnng! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!"
Hartman felt the rhythmic tremors of her unbelievably intense release in her heatedly clasping cuntal passage, and with a final effort he pounded into her rapidly, plumbing her wetly throbbing vagina deeper than he had been before. With a loud groan he felt his wildly jerking cock beginning to cum. His white-hot sperm hosed through the thick expanding length of his massively ejaculating cock with satisfying force, splashing deep up into her milking young womb as it spurted from the tiny slit in its madly pulsing head.
Holding himself rigidly above the nakedly thrashing young wife while the exquisite sensations of his release flooded through him, he grunted, "God damn, Virginia, baby… that gorgeous cunt of yours is pumping me dry!"
Then, with a groan of complete satisfaction, his body folded, collapsing on top of her, while below his wildly pumping cock jerked involuntarily in the moist confines of her tightly clinging cuntal passage, the final dregs of his semen spurting from him in lessening spasms of intense sensation.
Quiet reigned in the Brooks' bedroom for a few moments, except, for the rasp of breathing just being brought back under control. Finally, after long moments of communion, still linked by his now-softening penis, Virginia stirred under him, saying sharply, "Well, you got what you came for; now get up!"
She felt the shame and guilt of what she had done flooding back into her, and now that it was finished, she wanted to be alone with her own recriminations and guilty conscience. God! How could I ever face Leon… now? She would have to, of course; her life would have to go on, but it would never be the same. I'll have to live with it somehow… but if Leon ever found out that I ch-cheated on him… She knew she would just die… just absolutely wither up and die if she were to lose him!
"What's your rush, baby?" the naked sales manager queried dreamily.
"I want to get up and get myself cleaned up!" she told him. "And, you can get the hell out of here… and stay out!"
"Not so fast, baby! Not so fast! You're still working for me and Eko-Klean! I'm still your sponsor – and I figure you still owe me about a hundred and fifty dollars… and that's being damned generous!"
"You got what you wanted!" Virginia flared.
"That was only the first installment, baby! I'm going to fuck you at least four more times, maybe more, before that debt is wiped out!"
"Oh, my God! No!"
"Oh, my God, yes!" he mocked.
Frantically, she struggled and squirmed beneath him to free herself of his dead weight on top of her. He rolled away from her, finally, and she choked, "Get dressed, Mr. Hartman – and leave! Just leave… and leave me alone!"
"Okay, I'll go but I'll be back to collect the rest of what you owe me, either in money or fucking! The choice is up to you!"
If Virginia had examined her own feelings just then, she would have realized that there was a certain wanton tingle of lewd excitement at the prospect of more illicit sex with this man, but of course, her rational mind could never admit that… now that it was back in command.
Hissing out her words intensely, Virginia told him, "You'll never get the chance t-to… have me again!"
"We'll see, Virginia, baby!" Nonchalantly, he began to pull on his clothing, as she turned furiously and stalked into the bathroom. Fire! he mused. Yes sir, she's got fire and spirit! I like a woman like that!
When he was finished dressing, he knocked at the bathroom door and said, "I'll be seeing you, baby!"
There was no answer from inside. He left the Brooks' house with a tuneless whistle on his lips, sure that he was going to see more of her… in a bed! A hot little bitch… and she's going to be all mine… any God damned time I want her!
Virginia, feeling the need to be clean again, took a long, relaxing shower, symbolically washing away the dirt and filth she imagined was clinging to her. She cleaned herself all over, flushing away all the essence of him; then worriedly she checked to make sure that her IUD was securely in place. God! It was one thing to have sexual intercourse with a strange man against her will, but it would be a real tragedy if that coupling resulted in an unwanted pregnancy!
Looking into her mirror, she saw that she was unchanged. Deep in her heart, however, she knew that she was an adulteress… although at first an unwilling one. The thing that really bothered her was that she had enjoyed it so much. Oh, it was so absolutely thrilling! But that didn't excuse her fall from grace or assuage her guilt; she still had committed the unpardonable sin! Somehow, she would have to live with her guilt.