Leon Brooks, an intelligent, hard-working man who was tired and pressed for time, since he was working long days and much of each evening, should have realized that somehow his wife's explanation that she had bought the new washing machine with her Eko-Klean commission money, didn't wash clean at all, even if the new machine did. He didn't question it, although it stuck in the back of his mind that she hadn't been working at her selling job long enough to have brought in that much money. Fatigue caught up with him, even while they were talking about it. They were in bed. He had a transitory interest in sex, just before they crawled in between the sheets, but there are times in all men's lives when their bodies' crying need for rest, untroubled sleep, is greater than their sex drive. So it was with Leon. He went to sleep, his deep breathing and faint snore telling Virginia that there wasn't any hope, at least for that evening.
Ever since that day when Arthur Hartman had forced her to submit to him, she had been burdened by a crushing sense of guilt. There was no way she could assuage those feelings either; she couldn't tell Leon about what had happened, unless she were willing to risk a complete breakdown of her marriage. And the only way she was going to be able to pay off Hartman was to earn the money. To that end, she, too, was working every available hour she could get, sandwiching sales demonstrations in between her regular household chores; then, desperately, she began to leave some things undone, as she hustled about, following up every possible lead. She hoped against hope that Leon wouldn't discover her dereliction in housekeeping, as well.
One thing to her credit in all of this was that she was actually selling, increasing her volume by leaps and bounds. She was also able to sign on three more people under her sponsorship. Just as soon as she could get to it, she planned to apply for it officially; meanwhile, she was just too busy to contact the main office about it, and she definitely didn't want to get in touch with Arthur, unless she absolutely had to do so. In just three days, she had made commissions of fifty-one dollars and forty-two cents. Only a hundred more dollars to go! She exulted in it, but wondered whether she could keep up such a killing pace. God, I'll have to do it! Under no circumstances did she ever want to prostitute herself again! The humiliation and degradation she had suffered were almost too much to bear… not to mention the guilt she carried around with her.
The telephone call from Arthur was heart-stopping. Fortunately, Leon hadn't come home yet from his service station, because she had a good cry after Hartman had hung up.
He had told her, "Mr. Foxx wants to see us in his office tomorrow at two-thirty!"
"U-us? Do you mean he wants you there, too…?"
"That's right, baby!" His voice had sounded grim. "Mr. Foxx is pretty sharp, and I think he's found something wrong with our accounts!"
"B-but I thought…" she had stuttered. "I thought you… had c-covered it… and that I-I was in debt to you… personally…"
"Well, I guess I was a little short, myself… and I didn't think it'd be noticed for a week or two," he had lied glibly. "Anyway, we've got to show up there! And be on time! Mr. Foxx doesn't like to wait for people!"
Virginia was sure that her whole world was tumbling in on her. Now she was short one hundred and fifty dollars instead of the hundred she had figured, since Hartman had told her that his little sex session with her was worth at least fifty dollars. It's really the Eko-Klean company I owe it to! He lied to me! Oh, my God! He lied! Now what can I do?
She was all finished with her heartbroken sobbing and had bathed her face and eyes with cold water so it wouldn't show, before Leon arrived.
There was one tremulous moment that evening, after Leon had made love to her, when she was on the verge of telling him everything and throwing herself on his mercy. If he can find any in his heart for me after I've confessed it all… The thing that stopped her was the terrifying thought that he might not be willing to forgive her; that he would leave her. It was a paralyzing, almost pathological fear that kept her from saying anything to Leon. She didn't even mention that she had to go in to the city to the main office the following day.
Virginia had never met Hugo Foxx, the Area Supervisor. He had spoken briefly at a sales meeting she had had to attend, and her impression of him was that he was a hard-as-nails businessman who would stand for no nonsense, especially as regarded to money, company money. When she arrived at his office, she still hadn't the slightest idea of what she was going to say in defense of her actions. Several things had whirled confusingly through her mind, but in the end she had to admit that there wasn't much she could say, except to tell the truth. The other thing uppermost in her mind was a wild idea that she could offer to pay it off, foregoing all of her commissions until the debt was cleared up. Above all, she would plead with him not to press charges or try to collect the debt from her husband. She knew that it would all be highly irregular to a trained business mind such as Mr. Foxx's, but she would just have to make him understand, more successfully, she hoped, than she had with Arthur Hartman.
With weak-kneed legs, she entered the Eko-Klean outer office and presented herself to the secretary-receptionist.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Brooks Mr. Foxx is expecting you, but you're early. Please have a seat for a few moments." A tight, secretive smile bordering on an outright smirk curled the secretary's sensuous lips as she watched Virginia turn away to take a nearby chair.
As she sat down and carefully crossed her nylon-clad legs, Virginia asked, "Is Mr. Hartman here yet?"
"He's with Mr. Foxx now."
The woman's frankly appraising look bothered Virginia somewhat, and she shifted uncomfortably, looking around the outer office self-consciously. She would have been appalled to know the other woman's thoughts at that moment. Janice Baker knew, or could guess fairly accurately, the reason for the blonde's being there. She, herself, was a frequent occupant of that convertible bed in Hugo's private office.
In a very few minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Virginia, Mr. Foxx's bass voice rumbled from the intercom, summoning her into his presence.
Arthur Hartman lounged at ease in an armchair. Hugo was standing behind his desk, pale blue eyes boldly sweeping over her, as he courteously bade her to be seated with an amiable smile.
Relaxing a little, she sat down, lulled into a false security by the friendliness he exuded. It didn't last very long. Hugo came to the point bluntly. "You've been less than honest, Mrs. Brooks, in your handling of Eko-Klean funds!"
She tried to explain; offered to make it up from her commissions; in fact, she went through everything she had thought about, and in the end, as she saw that all of her imploring arguments were met with implacable negatives, she burst into tears, with a final: "Then I-I just don't know what to do! The main thing is… I don't want L-Leon, m-my husband, to find out what I've done!"
Hugo told her then, "Arthur and I have resolved his part in this! Now you owe that money directly to me, and I intend to collect – now!"
Through miserable, tear-dimmed eyes, she looked up at him and trembled. "H-how…?" Then she saw salacious lust in those pale blue eyes, set wide in his craggy, lined face. The answer was there in her mind even before he spoke. Oh no! Oh, God, no! Not him!?
"From what Arthur has told me already, I think you know the method of repayment!" he leered. "Or do you want me to spell it out for you?"
Virginia gasped in disbelief, aghast, "Do you m-mean… sex?"
"Exactly! You're very bright about that, at least!" he smirked. "So – if you cooperate with us – you can wipe out that debt, and your little secret from your husband remains secret…" His voice trailed off, but there was a hint of a threat of possible consequences.
That little word "us" stuck with her, its importance to what he said bludgeoning her with its pregnant meaning.
"You said 'us'?" she questioned. "Y-you can't mean that? Both of you? A-at the s-same time…?"
"That's right, baby!" Hartman grunted. He had said little during the time she had sat there in Foxx's office with the two men. Now he confirmed her worst fears. "Both of us are going to fuck you at the same time – until you can't see straight!"
"Ooooohhhh, my Goddddd!" she moaned. "No! No! Nooooo!"
"Then you're choosing the alternative? Jail?" Hugo grated.
"No!" Virginia cried. She felt like that trapped animal that once caught in the steel-jawed trap struggles to free itself, but only succeeds in causing the cruel teeth to dig in deeper, hold the trapped paw tighter yet. She knew, once again, that she would have to do what they demanded of her. But both of them? Ugh!
"Then you'll do it?" Hugo persisted.
"Y-yes. What else…?" she blubbered. All her will to fight was drained from her.
In an unreal mist, she heard the Area Supervisor talking on his intercom. "No calls for the next hour, Mrs. Baker!"
Janice's voice was tinny on the small speaker. "All right, Mr. Foxx. Shall I close up?"
"Why?"
"I thought maybe you'd like things evened up in there!"
"You're impertinent, Janice!"
"I was just trying to be a good Girl Friday!"
"You're still out of line, and I should fire you, right now!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Foxx… terribly sorry…" His secretary's voice trailed off as she felt the sting of his chastisement.
"Some God damned broads start to think they own you… after a while!" Hugo boomed angrily at no one in particular.
Deep in her own morass of self-pity, Virginia was wondering where her new debauchment by these two leering goats of men was to take place, when Hugo Foxx stepped around his desk and took her by the arm, assisting her from her chair, and said, "Well, Virginia, I think it's time we all went into my private office!"
Here? Right here? Oh, God! Somehow, she had had notions of a hotel room, or a bedroom in one of their homes. Numbly, she allowed herself to be led into the room adjoining his working office. Then, just as numbly, she sat down on the couch, as he led her to it, shaking her head negatively when he offered her a drink. With tear-filled, downcast eyes, she tried to visualize how it was possible for two men to have sexual intercourse with one woman at the same time.
"Come on, Virginia, baby, remember last time? A couple of drinks and you were ready for anything!" Hartman urged, lifting his own filled glass coaxingly.
She flared out at him. "I don't want anything to drink! Nothing! I don't want to lose control of m-myself… like I did with Arthur!"
"Suit yourself!" Hugo eased his bulk down beside her, sipping a Scotch on the rocks, and his ham-like paw went out to her knee to caress suggestively.
Even as a loathing for his touch flooded through her, she also sensed a certain animal magnetism in Hugo Foxx, an intense maleness that seemed to exude from him, and there was an accompanying, unexplained tingling thrill, definitely sexual, that ran with searing fingers up and down her spine, as his exploring fingers inched up higher along the satiny, warmly pliant flesh of her inner thigh. Timidly, she looked up at him. She saw nothing attractive at all about him. He's an ugly old man! But there was no explanation forthcoming to her as to why she was beginning to feel a tiny glow of arousal deep in her belly.
Sitting across from her, Hartman had been drinking steadily from his glass; now he tossed down the remainder, set the glass down, and moved to sit on the other side of her. "Let's get this show on the road!" he exclaimed impatiently; at the same time, he fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress. In a moment he had run it down to her waist with a metallic sigh of finality.
Still looking down in her shame, Virginia saw the thick pulsing bulge inside Hartman's pants, which graphically reminded her of what was going to happen in a very few minutes.
For an instant she resisted him, as he pulled her dress forward and off her arms. "Oh, please…?" She clasped the front of her dress back up to her fearfully heaving breasts.
"Hell!" Hartman rasped. "It's no fun to fuck a woman with her clothes on!" Roughly, he pulled her dress down again.
Then, as Arthur began working on the snaps of her lace-trimmed brassiere, she sensed that Hugo, on the other side of her, was rising. Quickly, she glanced in his direction and saw that he was removing his tie and jacket. He, too, she couldn't help noticing, had a huge, telltale bulge in the front of his suit pants. Her brassiere was off now, and she automatically brought her arms up to her chest to cover her breasts.
"That's not fair, baby!" Arthur firmly removed her protective arms, his hot mouth coming wetly down to immediately capture the pink bud of one of her slowly hardening nipples. He sucked it up hungrily, nibbling with his lips, his tongue laving at the sensitive peak of flesh, while his hand was busy with its twin, his fingers massaging caressingly and rolling the now erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Unbidden again, she felt delicious sensations race chargingly through her. It was exactly what she didn't want. She had been telling herself over and over: They can do what they want to me, but I won't let them make me like it! I won't! I WON'T!
"You two will have to stand up for a moment!" It was Hugo, behind them.
Virginia stood up and Art took her solidly into his arms, his hands moving deftly to push her dress down over her smoothly flaring hips. It fell with a sigh down around her feet. Then he was pressing her in tight against him, his hands on the softly rounded moons of her buttocks, feeling them through her nylon panty hose and pulling her up against the warm, pulsing bulge of his erect penis. His hard male flesh was hot against her fearfully cringing abdomen. She was revolted at the idea of how she was being used, but just as before, she knew of no way to extricate herself. Her voluptuous young body slumped against him with abysmal resignation. He tilted her head up, and kissed her hard and long, his agile tongue probing sinuously between her lips and teeth. She didn't resist him. She just stood there limply and let him have his fun, as his avid hands ran up and down her back and caressed the full-mounded protuberances of her nylon-covered ass cheeks, and as she stood there unresisting, she tried to make her mind a blank, pretend that none of this was really happening to her and wishing that she couldn't feel anything. There was a metallic click behind her followed by a couple of thumps. Glancing from the corner of her eye, she saw that Hugo had done something with the couch. It was now a big, soft bed. She remembered thinking: How, clever!
Behind her now, his voice coming from the bed itself, she heard Hugo Foxx growl, "Get those God damned panty hose off of her! I want to see what the little bitch looks like bare-assed naked!"
Hartman stopped kissing her then and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panty hose. With slow deliberateness he pulled them down over her nakedly quivering buttocks, exposing the soft round moons to his boss' hungrily devouring eyes. Finally, he knelt before her and finished rolling the garment down over the smooth columns of her firmly tapered thighs. Arthur helped her to step out of them, then turned her around to face Hugo Foxx on the bed.
Her gasp of dismay couldn't be held back. Lying naked on the bed, he was propped up on two pillows, his huge, barrel-chested body seemingly covered all over with dark brown hair, which made him look for all the world like a bear. The hairiness of his body contrasted sharply with his clean-shaven face and shiny, bald pate, but it was the immense shaft of his manhood, lancing out from the tangle of hair, that her eyes focused on hypnotically. His penis was long and thick, unbelievably so, and she would never have entered this room, no matter what the consequences, if she'd had any inkling he was more like a bull than a man.
"There! Didn't I tell you that she was something else!" Hartman was exulting.
"Yeah! She's all right! Yes! More than a little bit of all right!" Hugo grunted, his eyes running over her voluptuous nakedness, with pure lust shining in them now. He followed her staring eyes to the spearing shaft of his fully erect cock.
"Are you impressed… or worried?" he asked with a smile, his hamlike hand going down to encircle it caressingly. "Or both?"
Virginia looked away, shamed that she had shown an untoward interest in the man's penis. "N-no… I-I just couldn't help looking…" she mumbled.
"You were admiring it, then?"
"No… it's just that it's… s-so…" she stumbled.
"So big…?" he queried. "Then that means you're worried about whether it'll fit in that cute little cunt of yours?"
Virginia stood there, confused, until he grinned at her and went on, "I'm kidding you, of course!" He patted the bed beside him. "Come on over here beside me, now!"
For a moment she hesitated and was nudged forward by Arthur Hartman. Reluctantly, she padded over to the bed and sat down uneasily on the edge of it. Hugo sat up, wrapped his powerful arms around the naked young woman, and lifted her into position beside him. She lay on her back, trembling in despair, shame and fright, as he stretched out beside her, still embracing her, his burly, hirsute body pressed tight against her, his rampantly erect cock trapped between his abdomen and her faintly trembling thigh. She felt its throbbing heat and the involuntary lurching of it signaling his anticipation. As she lay there, quivering in his hairy embrace, she had the suffocating sensation of being hugged by some primordial caveman. Vaguely she remembered a chart she had seen once, which showed the evolutionary scale of man's development, and she wondered whether Hugo Foxx wasn't some throwback to an earlier age. She shivered within the circle of his arms, stricken with fear.
"You know," Hugo was saying in a tender, whispering voice, almost seductive in tone, "I can probably repeat what you're thinking about me… but I'm not cruel or sadistic… and I'm certainly not some kind of monster. I'm just a man who likes to fuck beautiful women – and I fuck them good! You'll be screaming for more – believe me!"
"B-but you're forcing me…"
"Maybe… but it's one way I have of getting women into my bed!" he explained patiently. "But they always come back later of their own free will!"
He's insane! she thought. And what bragging! "I-I doubt it!" Virginia told him.
His hands had been running over her exploringly. They were not cruel hands, after all, she decided, feeling that same undeniable tingle of beginning arousal she had felt when he had put his hand on her knee a little while before. She couldn't define what it was about him. He wasn't a "sexy" man, but he exuded sex, a kind of overpowering, confident maleness that dominated a female. Somehow, in the back of her mind, she already knew that her vow of not becoming aroused, of refusing to enjoy what was going to happen to her, would be in vain. His sex would dominate her whether she wanted it to or not.
Hartman lay down on her other side. She felt the warmth of his naked body pressing against her. Below, the hot, hard length of his pulsating penis prodded her other thigh.
Now, for the first time, Hugo kissed her, his large, sensuous lips coming gently down over hers while one of his outsize hands almost fully encompassed the soft globe of one of her ripely upthrust breasts. As he caressed the tingling mound, her fear began to flee in the face of her rising passion. Wholly against her determined will, she found that she was enjoying having this huge bear of a man run his gentle hands over her, and she mewled deep in her throat as delicious sensations of unwanted arousal crowded in on her.
On her other side, Arthur Hartman was using his mouth on her other softly throbbing breast. She could feel the warm sucking pressure of his lips on the sensitively hardened nipple; then she felt one of his hands move caressingly down across the flat, white plane of her belly. In a matter of moments, his warmly searching hand was there on her golden, hair covered vaginal mound up between her trembling young thighs.
Not wanting to do it, but helpless to control her wantonly aroused muscles, it seemed, Virginia involuntarily opened her tightly clenched thighs to his insistent hand. Almost instantly, she felt his outstretched middle finger delve into the fleshy slit of her wetly palpitating pussy to find the erect little shaft of her clitoris. She recoiled when his finger touched her there, her hips jerking back and down into the softness of the mattress as the electric shock of his tantalizing fingertip brought a moan from deep in her chest; then as his finger followed determinedly, stroking the short, hard length of the miniature phallus, her nakedly grinding hips began to gyrate sensually up against it. God! It felt so good, and she couldn't resist it! The crazy thought began to circle in her mind that there must be something wrong with her, that she was becoming a depraved sexpot, a nymphomaniac perhaps. She'd had nothing to drink, and she was here on this bed with two strange, virile men, against her will, yet she was responding to them, even wanting them to do these things to her, wanting them to play on her body as though it were a finely tuned violin. Forgotten for the time being was her sacred vow of fidelity to her husband, for now, there below, she felt Hartman's body slithering downward, his mouth leaving her heatedly tingling breast to trail moist kisses down along the path already blazed by his caressing hand.
Oh, God! She felt a flooding shame in her lewd anticipation of what she knew was coming next. But I can't help it! It had been so good that other time when Arthur had kissed and licked her shamelessly aroused vagina. She shivered in anticipation as she waited for that exquisite moment of electric contact.
Now, Hartman's mouth was just above the soft, golden curls of her pubic mound, and his hands were reaching down to spread her legs with gentle firmness. Involuntarily, she moaned up into Hugo's mouth, who just at that moment raised his head, breaking the passionate kiss, and dropped his lips to her breast. She felt him take the nipple, erectly hard and throbbing, as well as the aureole into his mouth. She winced as he nibbled at it lightly with his teeth, causing at the same time tiny little pains and a sensual joy.
Below, Hartman had hauled her legs apart, and now he pulled her knees up, his hands sliding down along the warm softness of her quivering, smoothly tapered thighs until they arrived at either side of her sparsely hair-ringed cuntal slit. Then he was using his thumbs with deliberate slowness to pull apart the dewy petals of her visibly pulsating vaginal opening. Virginia found herself lying there holding her breath in expectant anticipation, while at the same time the most wonderful sensations surged through her sensually tingling breasts.
Hugo, sucking on one of her nipples, was maintaining a constant drawing pressure while making the elongated pap itself slide in and out between his lips rapidly. It was a breathtaking sensation. Without thinking about it, she reached up to her ripely staining breast, cupping it and offering it to his tantalizing oral caresses, and also with no further thought, her other hand reached up to fondly trace the craggy features of his face. Perhaps Hugo Foxx was an aging satyr, but he was still sexually attractive, in spite of his physical impact, his image of unattractiveness.
Impatiently, she waited, as Arthur's lips followed the path of his hands, alternately kissing and nipping at the alabaster white flesh of her inner thighs, his mouth like fire on her, as he moved closer and ever closer to the nakedly wide open portal of her hotly pulsating cunt, still held wide by his hands. Oh, God! What's taking him so long?
Wanton delight stabbed her suddenly! His lips were there, warm and moist, making erotically electric contact with the searingly needful crevice of her pussy, his tongue hotly lashing into the naked opening of her cunt, and she groaned aloud with both ecstasy and relief; her long wait for it was over now. Her hips ground wildly under her, underscoring her wantonly rising desire. She felt herself all moist and warm down there between her widespread legs as Art's tongue ran in circles just inside the coral pink mouth of her cunt. Ooooohhhh! Their mouths… are going to drive me out of my mind! Like a gate hung on oiled pintles, her head began to thrash from side to side, mussing her soft, blonde tresses.
And then, Arthur Hartman's long, agile tongue pressured upward to the ultimate seat of her sensuality, her erect little clitoris. Without let-up, showing no mercy, he licked and sucked at the sensate, vibrantly pulsing bud, concentrating on the extremely sensitive head of it, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she would be ready to fuck. Hell! he gloated. She's really got a short fuse! God damn! She's some woman! A real sexpot!
Inhaling deeply the heady perfume of her womanliness, Hartman lost himself in the hungry wet licking and sucking of her succulent young cunt, his own arousal far gone as he felt the painfully aching need in his sperm-churning balls. Damned if I know what the protocol is, but I'm just about ready to pop if I don't get my cock in her pretty soon! There had been no discussion between him and Hugo Foxx as to what, how, who was to do, once they got her into bed. I'll just have to play it as she lays!
Virginia couldn't stand it any longer. Hartman's erotically tantalizing tongue licking at her cunt below and Hugo's sucking of her breasts above had brought her to a full heated arousal, and she had to have more – and yet more. Suddenly, she heaved her hips up off the bed, mashing her hotly insistent pussy hard against Arthur's working wet mouth and moaned. "Oh, ooooohh, Oooooooooohhhh, God! Yes! Yesssss! Do it. D-do it to me!"
Withdrawing his voraciously sucking mouth from her moistly heated cunt for a moment, Hartman growled, "Let's not go through all that again! If you're wanting to be fucked, now – you know how to ask for it!"
Virginia couldn't help remembering the litany he had insisted she learn. God! She hated those words – but if she had to say them, she would! At that point, she would have said or done anything to get the satisfaction she wanted.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me! I want you b-both to fuck me!" Actually, she wasn't sure yet how both of them would couple with her; all she knew was that she had to have long hard cocks fucking her in her almost frantic young cunt.
"All right, baby! You'll get it now!" It was Hugo Foxx speaking. "Let's change places, Hartman! I'll fuck her first!"
Disappointingly, she felt the loss of their warm wet mouths momentarily, as the two men began to shift, exchanging places. Their naked, powerful bodies passed, one on either side of her, Hartman sliding upward to stretch out beside her and immediately leaning over to kiss her, his long sinuous tongue squirming into her half-open mouth. It was all the more erotic, for she could taste the slightly pungent tang of her own genital lubricant on his lips and tongue. Massagingly, his fingers dug deeply into the soft globes of her passion-ripened breasts, while below, she was aware that Hugo was using at least two of his thick fingers, thrusting them deep into the heated moistness of her now wide open and frantically ready cuntal passage. Oh, that feels good! But she wanted something more than fingers moving in her there. She wanted a hard, warmly pulsing cock! They're playing games with me! God! Why don't they start it… the fucking part! Then she remembered! Oh, my God! Hugo's p-penis! It's so huge! I'd never be able to take it up inside me! She moaned aloud.
"Don't fret, doll!" Foxx mumbled. "I'm just stretching you a little so you'll be able to take all of my prick!"
There was a sudden stabbing pain at her suddenly tightly tensed vaginal opening, as she felt her tender tissues being pressed outward. "Ooooohh! That hurts!" she cried twisting her mouth away from Arthur's.
"Believe me, you'll be glad I took the time for this!" Hugo grinned up at her. "I've used three fingers on you, and I think you're ready now! Get up on your knees with your beautiful little ass up in the air! I'm going to fuck you from behind, dog fashion!"
As Hartman moved aside, she hastened to obey, turning over and scrambling to her knees; then, leaning down on her elbows, she looked back past her ripely dangling breasts to see Hugo Foxx heaving up onto his knees, his hands reaching out to grasp her nakedly curved hips. She got another glimpse of his long, thick erection spearing rampantly out from his hairy loins, its rigid white shaft throbbing menacingly, his cock's head bloated with blood, the whole corona shiny and smooth like rich red velvet. Then he was flexing his knees to nudge that enormous truncheon up against the wanting but fearfully cringing little pink groove of her pussy. She felt it warmly pulsating against the flowered-open lips of her wetly stretched vagina, and she began to have second thoughts about it! God! He'll split me apart with it!
She moaned out, "N-no! You're too big!"
"Like hell I am!" Hugo rasped. "Anyway, it's too late to start changing your mind! Reach back between your legs and put it in!"
The authority in his voice was unmistakable. With shaking fingers, she reached back between her frantically trembling thighs and grasped the thick heated shaft, her fingers going only part way around it. Then she knew how really enormous it was, as she felt its vibrant heart throb, its radiating heat. She hesitated.
"What are you waiting for?" he growled. "Put my cock in that tight little cunt of yours! Do it now!"
Hugo brought his hand down in a stinging slap across her fear-clenched white buttocks; at the same time, he drove his hips powerfully forward, and the thick bulbous head of his massively erect cock was rammed unmercifully into her hot, moistly quivering cuntal channel. The elastic flesh of her tight little vaginal opening stretched wide to receive him, distending even more than his three-fingered dilation of her only moments before. She screamed in fright and pain, and he stopped short, allowing only the giant head of his cock to penetrate her tender cuntal flesh for the time being. He squeezed and massaged her nakedly trembling hips and buttocks caressingly, murmuring in a softer tone of voice, "Relax, doll! Relax and enjoy it! It's not as bad as you think! You'll get used to it in a few seconds."
Then he flexed the lust-swollen head of his cock inside her, which elicited another whining groan from her tortured lips. He did it again and again, until surprisingly she found that she was beginning to relax. The pain was vanishing, leaving only rampantly charging sensations of exquisite sensual pleasure.
Slowly, but with inexorable pressure, Hugo pushed his heatedly throbbing penis deeper and deeper into her, feeling her contracting muscle ring at the mouth of her cunt squeezing down hard around his cock's thick shaft and sending tantalizing sparks of wildly erotic sensation racing through his partially embedded member.
Inch by inch, he gored into her expandingly, until he finally felt her voluptuous young loins begin to eagerly undulate back against him, as her wetly seething cunt tried to absorb more and more of his long thick hardness. Then, with a feral, rutting lust, he used the power of his back and legs to plunge the final few inches of his mammoth shaft deep into her wantonly writhing loins, the blood-engorged head flicking past her cervix to lodge solidly against the far back wall of her vaginal sheath. She moaned, but this time it was with tones of sheer pleasure. Grinning his satisfaction, Hugo continued to flex his hotly pulsating penis as it lay buried deep up inside her tight young pussy. He was gratified to feel her countering muscles clasping around the full length of him, the walls of her pink, moistly bedewed cunt rippling with erotic delight in the most intimate of ultimate caresses. Meanwhile, his hands roamed over her lushly kneeling body, reaching under to fondle her ripely full breasts, then down across her tautly rounded belly to her wetly matted pubic mound where he slipped an outstretched finger into the top of her vaginal groove to caress the excitedly pulsing bud of her clitoris.
Then she was bucking wildly back against him, wanting him to begin his powerful fucking movements, needing it desperately before she went stark raving mad from her hungering need.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "You're right! It doesn't hurt any more, Hugo! So, f-fuck me now! Oh, God, Hugo… fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her mouth spewed out the lewd pleas with passionate desperation.
Slowly then, using long smooth strokes, Hugo – kneeling like a stud horse behind her – began to piston his massively throbbing penis in and out of her steaming, fully aroused pussy, pulling it out until only the lust-inflated cock-head remained in the clinging hot mouth of her cunt and then slamming it home all the way until his hair-covered loins slapped hard against her wantonly upturned buttocks, the force of her cunt-plumbing thrust flattening her softly resilient moons. Now she was moaning and mewling in an unceasing stream of throaty, gurgling sounds, and her face was contorted with the intensity of her ecstatic rapture.
Arthur Hartman, her sponsor, lay there, none too patiently watching with interest as their kneeling boss fucked her from behind like a brood mare, contenting himself with caressing her, running his hands over her nakedly sensual body, exploring her every luscious curve but paying particular attention to her proud young breasts, cupping the soft warm mounds of them as they hung from her chest like ripened fruit. As Hugo finally established his tempo, one of Arthur's hands worked its way down to her wildly rippling abdomen where he rubbed tantalizingly at her vibrantly erect clitoris. Through his fingertips he could feel the wet vibrations of Hugo's mammoth penis pistoning in and out of her vaginal mouth.
Virginia felt all of it, and she was sure that she couldn't be stimulated to any greater height, but she hadn't reckoned with these two expert cocksmen. Virginia's mouth worked with the rising tide of her passion, moaning with each of Hugo's deep ranging thrusts into her, sure that her tinglingly alive clitoris being rubbed so stimulatingly by Art's fingers would blow a figurative fuse in her nervous system. Suddenly, he stopped, and she was only dimly aware of Hartman's entire body moving upward, as he slid into place before her, his legs spread wide. He was leaning back on his elbows, and as her passion-dimmed eyes finally focused on what he was doing, she was looking directly at his eagerly pulsing cock's head only scant inches from her face. It lanced up at her menacingly, it seemed, and she stared aghast at it, not understanding yet why he would be shoving his fully erect penis up toward her face.
"Wh-what-?" she gasped pantingly.
"It's time for you to start sucking my cock!" he told her.
"S-suck it?"
"Yeah, baby – just like a lollipop!"
"B-but-?!"
"No buts about it! This is the way both of us fuck you at the same time!" he grated. "You knew that!"
"No! God I-I didn't dream…!"
"No arguments, doll! Just start sucking!" His hand came down to the hardened shaft of his manhood, grasped it and worked the foreskin back to reveal the blood-red cockhead pulsating with his lewd desire.
The shiny, silken tip of his hotly throbbing cock brushed against her lips, and she twisted her head aside in a futile attempt to escape the horror of what he demanded. Quickly, he placed a hand on either side of her head and straightened it forcefully, then with a cruel pressure he brought her head down, again, to the lust-swollen head of his cock. "Open your mouth, Virginia baby!"
Reluctantly she did it, her lips ovalling uncertainly, as he flexed his hips upward, while at the same time his hands forced her head down. It went into her mouth; just the heatedly pulsating head of it entered between her wetly parted lips, and she felt the gagging nausea.
"Just take it easy! Relax and use your tongue!" he hissed.
There was no way she could escape this debauchery, either. Bravely, she tried to control her gagging reflex, and with a tentative swirl of her tongue, tried to do what he wanted. God! The shame of what she was being forced to do flooded through her. It's horrible, the things they're putting me through! Being fucked like a whore – and now this… being forced t-to suck his c-cock…!
It was with a great surprise that she began to realize that, just as she had adjusted to the mighty shaft of Hugo's cock plunging in and out of her wantonly seething vagina, she became accustomed to the thick fleshy presence of Art's hotly pulsing penis in her mouth. It had a sweetly pungent flavor, she decided, and as she relaxed, resigning herself to the fact that she would have to perform this lewd sex act, she hollowed her cheeks as she exerted a sucking pressure, while at the same time using her tongue like a breast-sucking infant. Art gasped his pleasure and murmured, "That's it, baby! You're doing fine, now… but just be careful! Keep your teeth covered with your lips!"
Instinctively, or perhaps accidentally, she began to move her head up and down the lust-thickened shaft with the buffeting rhythm of Hugo's long hard cock fucking in and out of her hungrily quivering cunt. Soon, to her surprise, she was taking more and more of Hartman's thick and lengthy penis between her tightly ovalled lips. And I'm actually doing it… with both of them! Oh, God! She didn't know whether the sudden sensation she felt was shame or excitement!
Behind her she felt one of Hugo's hands slip down between her nakedly working buttocks and his driving loins. When she felt his thick finger searching in the sweat-dampened crevice between her erotically sensitive ass cheeks, she winced, recoiling. Oh God… that too? But she couldn't object, not with her mouth stuffed with Art's hotly pulsating cock.
Tentatively, he pressed the tip of his outstretched finger against her tightly puckered anus. It slid slowly into the cringing channel. There was searing pain there, but she couldn't scream; her mouth and throat were filled with Hartman's heatedly pulsing penis, while behind, fucking into her overstretched vagina with wild abandon, Hugo's massively hardened cock pistoned in and out of her warm cuntal sheath. He pushed harder, and his middle finger went in all the way to the palm of his hand flattened up against her trembling white buttocks cheeks. Once again she jerked forward, recoiling away from that unnatural presence so far up in her defenseless little rectum, and also, once again, as she forced herself to relax, her rear passage gradually adjusted to it. Gyrating, her nakedly writhing buttocks moved back against the double ravishment of her loins, wanting to be fucked… wanting everything, as suddenly she realized that three of her openings were filled.
Deeper and deeper now, the kneeling young wife was absorbing more and more of Arthur's hotly expanding cock as he rammed it up into her wetly sucking mouth. She countered with her bobbing head, feeling a wanton madness she had never felt before in her life, as she became aware that soon, very soon, she would explode into overwhelming orgasm. Without reservation, she surrendered herself to the forbidden rapture of her salaciously insane need.
As Arthur Hartman, panting laboriously beneath her and driving his thick pulsating cock up into her hungrily sucking mouth, began to approach his climax, she hadn't even thought about what would happen. She didn't have a chance to think about it before it happened, for suddenly he stiffened with an animalistic grunt, and he was cumming – in her mouth, his cock wildly jerking and pumping wildly. Virginia swallowed it! She had to swallow it to keep from gagging on it, but there was something terribly erotic in it too! Instinctively, she seemed to know that it had to be that way. If it were otherwise, it would be no fun for Art – and somehow, even though she loathed the man, she knew that she must give him his satisfaction. It was only right! Wantonly and eagerly, the kneeling young blonde sucked on his thickly spewing cock until no more of his life-giving liquid was being pumped through it.
Then, as he relaxed with a deep contended sigh back against the softness of the mattress, she still kept hungrily sucking for several more moments, until the once-hard shaft began to soften and Hartman lifted her head to free his completely satiated penis from her soft warm mouth. "That's it!" he murmured. "It was just great… but you can stop sucking now!" She saw that his eyes were soft and that they regarded her almost fondly. "That was beautiful baby!"
"I'm glad, Arthur," she panted. "I'm glad!" And suddenly, she realized that she was glad – very glad!
He lay back supine, and she watched with fascination as the rigidity of it collapsed by slow degrees until his softened penis was completely deflated and lying flaccid over against his thigh. Strangely, she still had the sensation that it was there in her mouth, and she wondered vaguely whether Hugo would want her to do the same thing to him… later.
Slaving away behind her, goring deep into her hot, moistly throbbing depths, Hugo Foxx received the signals of his own impending spewing orgasm; his wildly tingling cock was jerking expandingly, and back there, behind the base of his penile shaft, he felt the full load of his churning hot sperm demanding its release like a boiling cauldron ready to blow off its lid. Suddenly he jerked his plunging finger from her tightly puckering rectum and, grasping her with both hands at the waist, began to thrust insanely by hauling her bodily back against him as he plunged into her, then pushing her nakedly quivering body forward on his withdrawal stroke. The young blonde wife was like a rag doll in his hands, completely in his control now, as he wildly fucked her with a wanton lust.
Now, to Virginia Brooks, the mounting ecstasy at the very core of her being was almost unbearable. She felt as though she were a time bomb ready to explode into a thousand pieces. It wouldn't be long, now! God! I've got to cum! Soon! Soon! Deeper and faster Hugo was slamming his huge virile cock into her frantically seething womb like a jackhammer. All she could do was hang on to her senses, allowing him to violently pull her lust-helpless body to and fro, as he pounded into her with an awesome power she had never suspected existed in any man.
Suddenly, without warning, she came. She stood on the pinnacle, it seemed, of an unconquerable mountain, breathing dizzily in the rarefied atmosphere and viewing a vista of incomparable beauty as she convulsed spasmodically. She screamed loud and long with the rapture of her climax.
"Oh, OOOOoooooh, Hugo, OOOOOooooohhhh! Gooddddd! I'm cuuuuummmmmiiiinnnnng! Noowwwww! Aaaaauuuuuggghhhhh!"
Virginia would have collapsed limply right then had not Hugo Foxx held her firmly in place as he punched his hotly demanding penis deep into the heatedly convulsing depths of her tightly clasping cunt like a wild stallion ramming into a brood mare, as animal-like grunts came rumbling from deep in his throat.
Finally, with one last powerful, buttocks-flattening thrust, Hugo came. His massively jerking cock expanded as white-hot sperm rushed and spun through the thick length of his ecstatic cock to spurt satisfyingly from its slitted tip and shoot far up into the heated confines of her moistly clasping cunt. He held her naked young buttocks close up against his loins, his big, ham-like hands grasping her painfully by the hips as his wildly ejaculating cock flooded her womb with his thickly heated sperm. He groaned out his satisfaction between raspy pantings. "Aaaaaaaaaaggggh! God! What a gorgeous cunt!"
Then, after long moments, he relaxed, his hands releasing her, and she slumped down prone on the bed. His heavy bulk came down on top of her, his still twitching cock buried deep in her wearily quivering vagina. No one said anything. There were only the sounds of heavy breathing, as each of them tried to regain control.
After long moments, Virginia stirred beneath Hugo's burly body. She felt smothered, now, unable to breathe freely.
"Let me up, please," she whined.
Hugo rolled from on top of her to his side and told her, "You're really something else, baby. I'm really looking forward to getting something going with you!"
"You don't own me!" she complained, flaring out at him.
"Maybe I don't actually own you," Hugo grunted, "but since I've taken over from Hartman and he's out of the picture entirely, you answer to me for that debt you owe Eko-Klean. I'll be calling you from time to time, to come down here to my private office… until it's paid off! Understand?"
Virginia understood only too well. She had the feeling that she was like some piece of tangible property being bought and sold. She didn't answer his question.
"Damn it! Do you understand, Virginia?" Hugo roared, grabbing her and turning her to her back.
"Y-yes… I-I understand…"
"All right, you can get dressed!"
Miserable now in her guilt-flooded mind, Virginia began to get dressed. Hartman, she noticed, had already begun to pull on his clothing, looking glum, now that Hugo had made it clear to her in his presence where they stood.
Locating her panty hose, she began pulling them on, while Hugo Foxx clambered off the bed and ambled into the bathroom.
Hartman looked over at her as he buttoned his shirt and tucked the tail of it into his trousers. "I'm not finished with you, yet," he threatened, "because I'll find some damned way to fuck you again!"
"You'll get yourself in trouble!" Virginia told him levelly. "If you try anything with me, again I-I'll yell rape!"
Hartman laughed, hard and brittle. "Like hell! A woman like you, who loves to be fucked, fucks like a happy mink in heat, can hardly be raped!" He tied his tie quickly and put on his jacket; then as he left the room he shot out, "So I'll be seeing you in bed, someplace!"
When Hugo returned, she had recovered from her encounter with Hartman enough to voice the one bright thought in her mind. "Hugo, I-I've signed up five people to work as representatives under me, and I want to apply for a sponsorship."
"Not yet, doll!" Hugo told her. "You've got to get your own account in order before you start supervising other people!" He began pulling on his shorts calmly.
"But I want to earn more money so I can… pay it off!" she murmured, feeling as though the bottom had dropped out of everything again.