The news that Lou had fired Louise came as a mild shock to the members of the executive wing of the plant – but the word that Vicki was to be her replacement sent waves of gossip up and down the corridors. But as time passed, Vicki proved to be a very capable worker. She was also very capable in her other duties when Lou met her for a matinee or an early evening fling at the motel.
The bombshell exploded one afternoon while Lou was having lunch with Sid Carter, a dynamic vice-president of the firm. The conversation was typically bland until Sid looked Lou straight in the eye and said, “You screwing that kid, Lou?”
“Now whatever gave you that idea, Sid?”
“Never mind what gave me the idea. If you aren’t, you’re a damned fool – and if you are, I want a little of the action, myself.”
Lou was dumbfounded. He knew that there had been some talk about the way he had hired Vicki, but he never thought it had gone this far. Ski Carter was not the kind of a man who made small talk, though. If he said that be wanted to be in on the action with Vicki, he meant it! “I’ll level with you, Sid, she’s a pretty cooperative kid and I think she’d be especially cooperative with the vice-president of the company. Let me talk to her about it this afternoon and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
Vicki was most receptive to the idea of going to bed with Sid, and the meeting between them was arranged for the following Saturday afternoon. Ski would tell his wife, Sue, that he had to come in to the office to work with Lou, but it would be Vicki who would be sharing the afternoon with him, instead.
Side arrived early and informed the uniformed guard that Vicki would be coming m shortly to work with him in his office. Sid thought he caught the glimmer of a smile in the guard’s eyes, but he dismissed it as something only in his imagination. He settled himself in his office, poured a stiff belt from the bottle he had concealed in his briefcase, and lit up a cigarette. The blood was pumping through his veins, and he could feel the pulse beating in his throat.
He was more on edge in anticipation of this meeting than he had been about anything in years, and he had to admit that the sensation was most enjoyable.
Vicki was twenty minutes late, and by the time she had arrived, Sid was about ready to climb the walls. “I’m so terribly sorry I’m late,” she said, breathlessly, “but the traffic out there is terrible. I hit every light and caught every jam that happened – and I was so worried that you might get fed up and leave without me, I thought I’d die!”
Sid had been extremely annoyed at Vicki for keeping him waiting while he was burning with desire, but one look at her distraught face convinced him that she was definitely not at fault. He mellowed even more when she stepped toward him with her lips slightly parted and her arms out to pull him into her body. Sid had always been a man of deliberate, decisive action, and this was brought out emphatically to Vicki as he took her in his powerful arms and forced his tongue between her moist lips. Vicki’s tongue darted out to meet Sid’s, and in a moment they were dueling with each other in a clash of love.
Sid’s hands reached down and took hold of Vicki’s buttocks. He had a cheek in each palm and squeezed them until the pain made her gasp in the midst of their kiss. He squeezed again, this time harder than before, and she gasped again.
But now Sid began to notice something strange. Every time he inflicted pain upon Vicki, she responded to it by showing more passion than ever. His hands moved down her legs and clutched at her thighs. The flesh was hard and firm, but he managed a good grip with either hand and pinched the meat until she screamed aloud into his mouth and buried her tongue halfway down his throat.
Sid knew that the couch was only a few steps behind Vicki, and he guided her in that direction. When her legs were backed up to the couch, he gave one push and disengaged himself from her. Vicki fell backward and sat on the couch with her legs partially spread. Sid moved in to her quickly and pushed his hands under her tiny skirt. He smiled to himself as she spread her legs even wider for him, and he slid his large hand into her crotch and began working his fingers around the area of her slit. Vicki squealed and writhed on the couch as Sid’s massive fingers began creating a wave of passion in that sensitive area.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Urn-hum., it feels good.”
“It’s going to feel even better in a few minutes.”
“Okay, I’m with you.”
Sid’s finger worked its way under her panty leg and began stroking her. pubic hair. Slowly but surely the finger inched its way into her vulva and, when contact was made, Vicki experienced her first orgasm of the afternoon. The fluid moistened Sid’s finger and the feel of it drove him into a deeper passion than he had ever known before. His breathing was heavy now and the perspiration was beginning to drip from his forehead. His rod, which had undergone numerous erections and retractions since he arrived at the office, was now rigid and ready for action. Sid reached his left hand under Vicki’s skirt and got a good grip on the elastic. Then, freeing his right hand from her crotch and placing it on the other side of her panty, he gave one tremendous tug and the undergarment came sliding over her hips, over her large buttocks, and down her legs to the floor.
He took a quick look at Vicki’s tawny blonde muff and thrust his hand back into the spot again. This time there was no obstruction to mar his way, and his large finger pushed deep into the opening. Vicki moaned softly as the finger worked its way into her cunny because the area hadn’t had enough opportunity to become well lubricated.
“Hurts, huh?” said Ski, ramming the finger into her even harder than before.
“Yes – yes, it does.”
“Then how about this? And this… and this… and THIS?”
The finger was flying now, and with each thrust, Vicki’s buttocks actually jumped up off the couch because of the pain. Ha eyes were moist, and, as the agony contorted her features she clutched Sid by the hair, pulled his face to hers, and buried her tongue in his left ear.
“Hurt me some more, Sid,” she pleaded. “Hurt me some more, I love it!”
“I know you do,” he grunted. “And I’m going to give you all of it you want – and then some.”
Sid kept the finger going in Vicki’s cunny with his right hand, but, his left hand was undoing his fly and releasing the large rod for service. Then, when it was out and ready for action, he withdrew the finger, leaned in toward the couch, and placed the head up against the lips of her vulva. The area was much more lubricated now,, and even though Sid’s organ was unnaturally long, it slipped in smoothly and continued to push ahead until the shaft could go no further.
The Sight was an incredible one. Vicki sat on the couch with her miniskirt pulled up over her hips. Her panties were off and her lower parts were -exposed, but other than that she was completely dressed – even to her shoes.
Sid was also fully dressed, but his fly was open and his rod was buried deep into Vicki.
And then the action began. Sid made love in the same way that he went at his work, or a game of tennis, or even a poker session – with relentless determination. His hips were like pistons, thrusting in and out, in and out tirelessly. The fabric of his pants was beginning to chafe Vicki’s inner thighs, and no matter how she tried to avoid the contact, there was no way she could do so. The skin became red and chafed as Sid plowed away, and with each pang of pain that it caused she became more violent in her love response. Her fingers pulled at clusters of Sid’s hair and her teeth dug deeply into the fabric of his shirt at the shoulder. She felt compelled to return some of the pain that he was visiting upon her – she simply had to!
Sid refrained from completing the act for as long as he could, but as the churning began to assert itself deep in his scrotum, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and went into the most powerful drive he had experienced in years. His hips• were like pile drivers, pushing that rod deep into Vicki, and with each thrust she jerked from the delicious pain inside of her-vagina as well as the hurt from her thighs.
And then the moment arrived. Sid groaned like a wounded animal as the first burst of sperm exploded from his rod and drilled deep into Vicki’s body.. She also groaned from the sensation it brought to her and released a flow of her own that spread liquid fire into her cunny. Sid spurted again and still again before his movement subsided and his flurry of activity had ceased. He looked down at the beautiful young girl beneath him and smiled a victor’s smile. He had conquered her with love and pain and it made him feel like shouting aloud with joy.
“You’re something else, Sid… wow!”
“You liked it, huh?”
“Yeah, I did, but dammit, I hurt all over.”
“If you think you hurt now, wait’ll we’ve finished our session for the afternoon. That is, if you can still take more.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I dig it too much to want to stop. I’ll stick it out with you for as long as you can go.”
“That’s my girl. You’re going to have quite a career around this factory. I can see that now.”
“Keep talking, I love to hear it.”
“Meanwhile, we’d better wash up a bit. There’s a john next to my office. You can use it without any problems because nobody will be up in this part of the building today.”
Vicki weaved her way,out of the office, and Sid wiped off his rod with his handkerchief. Then he poured himself another belt of whiskey. He was so turned on at this point, he didn’t even taste the, alcohol. So he poured another and this time he felt the jolt as the fluid passed through his system. His shoulder began to sting and he saw that Vicki’s teeth had made an impression in the fabric of his shirt. He pulled the shirt off and then tore off his undershirt, frantically. Yes, there it was, a perfect set of teeth marks that were beginning to discolor the skin. Oh, shit, he said to himself, how can I hide this from Sue?
Vicki returned to the room and saw the damage she had done. “Gee, I’m sorry,” she said, “but I just couldn’t control myself. You were hurting me so badly I had to do something.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’ll get out of it some way. Meanwhile, why don’t you grab yourself a belt while I wash up. Okay?”
“Okay,” she smiled.
When Sid returned from the bathroom, Vicki was nearly through with her drink and: was beginning to acquire a pleasant alcoholic haze. “I didn’t have anything to eat today,” she said, “and I’m really starting to feel the-booze.”
“Does it make you feel real good?” asked Ski, moving closer to her.
“Yes, it sure does.”
“I can make you feel real good, too.”
“I know you can, Sid. Can I call you Sid?”
“Only when we’re in the sack, sweetheart.”
“Well then; let’s get there in a hurry so I can call you Sid again.”
They came together in a long, deep embrace. Then they parted and looked deeply into each other’s eyes.
“Why don’t we shed all these clothes and really get comfortable?” said Sid.
“We’re being ridiculous about this whole thing, staying dressed the way we are.”
“You’re the boss, honey. Anything you say is all right with me.”
Sid began stepping out of his clothes, while keeping an eye peeled at Vicki.
She had kept her panties off, so all she had to do now was slip out of her shoes and skirt and then remove her blouse and bra. Sid was thrilled at the sight of her breasts because of their youthful firmness and magnificent shape.
The nipples were stiff and swollen and begging for his embrace, so he quickly dropped his pants, stepped out of them, and went to her. His fingers played around the fleshy breasts and his lips began to move around the nipples, first kissing one and then the other until he had enjoyed his fill.
“What’ll we do now?” she asked, beginning to pant with desire.
“I want you to take a letter for me,” said Sid.
“A letter-NOW?”
“That’s right, a letter. I’ll sit on my chair and just like a good secretary you can sit on my lap.”
“Oh, I get it,” she said.
“You’re going to get it all right,” he grinned. “You’re going to get it all the way up to your Adam’s apple.”
Sid took his place on the chair behind his desk and Vicki sauntered over to him. She straddled his outstretched legs and moved her cunny into position over his upraised rod. Then she slowly began to settle herself down on the instrument.
“Oh!” she squealed, as the tool inched its way inside of her. “Oh, it’s bigger this way. I don’t know if I can handle it all.”
“Sure you can. You can take it all like THIS!” With one lightning movement, Sid damped his hands on Vicki’s shoulders and shoved her down on his rod until she was sitting flush on his lap.
“Oh, Sid, take it out, it hurts too much oooh, please, Ski, I can’t stand it like this. It’s splitting me open. Sid, I don’t want it anymore – please!”
Vicki sat on Sid’s lap, with that large tool impaling her, and began crying.
For ten minutes, she cried, the tears running down Sid’s chest and onto his stomach. Then, slowly, she began to notice that the pain was subsiding.
“How’s it now?” he asked.
“It’s starting to feel better. It doesn’t hurt like it did before. I can’t believe it, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. Look, see, I can wiggle around a little now.”
“Why don’t you do that, honey? You, move around all you want, and I’ll just sit here and be the big boss.”
Vicki raised herself up on her toes until the rod’s head was at the lips of her vulva. Then she relaxed her legs and let her body fall into Sid’s lap. The flesh of her buttocks slapped against his thighs with the sound of a pistol shot and the stinging sensation was so inspiring to her that she repeated the process again… and then again and again until the fluid began pouring from her cunny and running down Sid’s shaft to make a pool in his pubic hair.
Vicki’s breasts were dancing before Sid’s eyes and the sight of them drove him wilder than ever. Unable to control himself any longer, he grabbed Vicki by the hips to slow her down, fastened his mouth around her left breast, and then proceeded to ride her up and down on his tool by controlling her body with his massive hands. It took fifteen strokes by this method for Sid to reach his climax and when he did, the sperm shot deep into Vicki’s womb with one furious burst after another. Sid’s mouth was still occupied with Vicki’s breast, so she placed her own mouth in his ear and flicked her tongue around the opening until he had to pull his lips away from her skin and kiss her in self-defense.
A few more moments of that tongue in his ear would have driven Sid right out of his mind. When it was over, Vicki sat calmly on Sid’s lap and began stroking his hair softly.
“You’re quite a guy, Sid,” she said, smiling at him. “Quite a guy. I’d hate to think that I could have gone through life without ever knowing you like this.”
“Same goes for me, pussycat,” he replied. “But do you know something? That last piece was missing a little flavor. Do you know what it was?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Well, after you got used to the feel of my meat, and it didn’t hurt you anymore, you seemed to let up a little.”
“Do you really think so?”
“If I didn’t think so, I wouldn’t have said it. Look, I’ve got one piece left in me for today, and I want to make it a good one. So we’re going to have to hurt you a little to get it done right.”
“No – no,” she said, sliding off of his lap quickly. “I don’t want to hurt anymore. I don’t really like it. Honest I don’t.”
“Sure you do,” said Sid, moving toward her. “You like it better than you’d ever admit.”
Vicki started to scream, but Sid clamped his massive hand over her mouth and dragged her to his desk. The desk was covered with ash trays, pens, papers, and a large blotter with a thick border. Sid threw her on top of the desk and climbed on top of her. An ash tray was beneath her rib cage, and the thick border of the blotter created a number of other problems as well but Ski never hesitated for a moment. His rod was harder than ever, inspired by the thought of the pain he was about to inflict upon her and when he rammed it home and pressed all of his weight against her body he nearly exploded with glee.
Vicki was suffering unbearably from the obstructions that were digging into her back and yet, the more it hurt, the wilder her passion became. Her long legs encircled Sid’s body and began squeezing tightly as she rolled her hips in rhythm with his stroke.
The pressure on her back was stronger than ever now and the pain was becoming unbearable. Vicki knew that a loud scream would summon the guard and create a terrible situation, so instead she sank her teeth into Sid’s unprotected chest and bit down just as hard as she could. It was now Sid’s turn to stifle the scream and he did so by biting Vicki’s shoulder until the skin broke and a very thin trickle of blood began to appear.
Meanwhile his stroke never ceased and when the orgasm finally arrived it was the most ferocious of the day – leaving them both limp and totally exhausted.
“We look like we’ve been through a battle zone,” he said wryly, as they dabbed at their wounds with the remainder of the whiskey. “How do you feel?”
“Good and bad,” she said, with a puzzled look upon her face. “I’m really confused about this whole pain scene. I’ve never had it brought out to me like this before.”
“Well, don’t be too concerned. There’s lots of people like that in the world.
I’ve never been mixed up in it myself, really, but I’ve read about it. In fact, you’re only the second affair I’ve had since I’ve been married. How about that?”
“I guess I ought to be flattered, but I can’t think of anything else now except how badly I hurt all over.”
“Go home and take a hot bath in salts. It’ll do wonders for you. Meanwhile, we’ll have to make plans to do this more often. I’d bring you in as my secretary, but that’d really blow the lid off the keg around here. So you keep working with Lou and we’ll see each other from time to time. And don’t worry about your future in this plant. You’re set.”
“That’s great to hear. And if you say it again,! won’t even need the hot bath.”