Amy Rogers didn’t realize what a really bad fix she was in until the morning of the day the money was due.
She had taken the job as door-to-door salesgirl for Star Cosmetics only for a few months. She had planned to use the extra money to help put with the bills while her husband Tom’s new hardware store got off the ground. The newlyweds had plunged their life’s savings into the store. And while it was in a good location, and Tom was a hard worker, the going was still a little rough at first.
Amy didn’t mind being a Star Girl one bit, actually. If it weren’t for Tom’s reluctance to see her working at all, she might continue with it indefinitely.
For one thing, the line of products was so good it nearly sold itself. For another, she kind of enjoyed going into other people’s houses, seeing how they lived, what kind of furniture they had.
She was a friendly, outgoing type of person. She enjoyed chatting with her customers, sharing a cup of coffee with other young women like herself while their husbands were off at work.
The problem was, she had let the excitement of all the money she was making go to her head. When the three-month anniversary of her and Tom’s wedding came up, she had surprised him with a color TV. It had cost her five hundred dollars.
And, like a fool, instead of charging it she had paid for it with the money from her sales.
At the time, she had told herself, it just means I’ll have to work a little harder, that’s all. I'll work five days instead of only three next week. I have it all back in no time.
Tom was both pleased and anxious. He didn’t know how she could have got so much money out of thin air. But she had jokingly scoffed at him for not realizing what a good salesgirl she was.
However, there was one person she couldn’t fool. Bradford Aston was the local representative of Star Cosmetics She got her products on consignment from him.
When he delivered the merchandise to her, she had to hand over the money she had received from her customers. Unfortunately, there was no money.
Already, two weeks ago, she had been forced to stall and make excuses. It was a cash flow problem, she explained to him. Many of the customers were her friends. She had been flexible with them, and some hadn’t paid her yet. She would have the full amount for him next time.
Aston had been stem but understanding. He was an extremely handsome man, but he had cool grey eyes and a distant, implacable manner that bothered Amy deep down. He had given her a warning and said he expected payment in full when he delivered the next order. Somehow, even at the time, Amy had felt that he was not entirely unpleased to see her in a vulnerable position.
But she dismissed that as silly paranoia. During the next two weeks she had nearly worked herself to death. And she had very little to show for it. After exhausting her friends and neighbors, she found it was harder and harder to sell the stuff.
In fact, by the day Aston was due, she had only fifty dollars to offer him. She could see the anger clouding his face as he counted it.
“Fifty bucks?” he said, incredulous.
“I’m sorry,” Amy faltered. “But if you could give me a little more time. I could make it up gradually.”
Aston grinned at her as if she were an idiot. “You’ve already had two weeks,” he said coldly.
“I know. I tried to borrow the money, but my husband and I are already so far in debt with the store…”
She felt so guilty and flustered that it took her a moment to notice that Aston was looking with undisguised fascination at her breasts, instead of her face.
Sometimes, when she was just staying around the house, she didn’t bother to wear a bra. Today she just had on one of Tom’s old shirts.
The shape of her thick plump nipples was easily visible through the fabric.
Brad Aston stared at them. He didn’t seem to mind that she knew what he was doing.
“Maybe we could make an… arrangement,” he said, looking up from her breasts to her face.
God, this is just too awful! Amy thought. I’ll just have to pretend like I don’t understand him.
“I could sign something, if you want me to,” she said hurriedly. “I’m sure I could have the money in two more weeks.”
“That’s not quite what I had in mind,” Aston said.
He took a step toward her, his, eyes dropping down again to the large bumps her nipples made in the shirt. She tried to take a step back too, but she forgot that the coffee table was behind her.
“Mr. Aston, I hope you don’t mean what I think you mean,” Amy said, trying to control her fear.
Her heart was beating furiously. She had never had to deal with this situation before. Men had wanted her, sure. But they respected her refusal if she said no. And she had never said yes to anyone but Tom.
Brad Aston took another step toward her. He reached out one hand and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. Amy was amazed at her own Passivity. She just stood there and let him do it.
“You don’t want me to have to take you to court, do you?” he murmured. “Think how that would look. Think of what your husband would say.”
“He… he’d support me, of course,” Amy stammered, watching his fingers as they dropped down to the next button.
“Think of the embarrassment. To you… to his business,” Aston murmured.
He unfastened the second button. The soft shadowy cleavage between Amy’s full young breasts became visible.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked softly.
His fingers dropped to the third button. His flinty grey eyes were cool and uncompromising. There was a half-cruel twist to his mouth.
“I’m presenting you with a way out of this jam, Amy,” he said.
“Please take your hands off me,” she whispered.
But he didn’t. Instead, he unfastened the third button. Amy tried to brush past him, but he caught her with both hands and held her where she was.
“Did you forget you’re in big trouble, Amy? You owe me five hundred bucks. In fact, that was last time. Now you owe me close to eight hundred.’ “No, I haven’t forgotten that,” Amy hissed, her eyes brimming with tears. “Have you forgotten that I’m a married woman?”
Brad Aston shook his head. “Nobody has to know about this but you and me.”
Amy’s mind was going a mile a minute. If I let him do it to me once, does that mean I don’t owe him the eight hundred dollars any more? After all, I don’t have to enjoy it. And he is kind of handsome. Would it be worth it?
But another part of her just couldn’t give in. For one thing, it would mean betraying Tom. And it was also just like being blackmailed and raped. It was disgusting, what this man was suggesting to her.
Aston seemed to sense what was going through her mind. Instead of saying anything else, he simply unfastened the rest of the buttons on her shirt. Amy hardly knew he had done it until she felt him slipping the shirt off her shoulders.
“Oh, please don’t…“ she started to protest.
But before she could continue, his lips were crawling all over her naked breasts. She wanted to stop him, but there didn’t seem to be anything she could do. He cupped her full warm breasts in his hinds and licked her nipples with his tongue.
The sensations were enough to make her knees weaken and her pulse quicken. She felt the petals of her cunt begin to bloom and ooze with juice, in spite of her reluctance.
“There now, you like that, don’t you?” he murmured as his lips toyed with her throbbing nipples.
“N-no,” she whimpered. “You can force me to do it, I guess, but you can’t make me like it.”
Aston chuckled deep in his throat. He squeezed her breasts roughly, his fingers digging into the resilient globes.
“Make you like it?” he grinned. “I’m going to make you beg for it.”
“Never,” she whimpered.
She thought of how she was betraying Tom, how awful it was. She tried to keep her mind off the wonderful sensations he was arousing in her quivering body.
“Never?” Aston chuckled again. “Better not say anything you’ll be sorry for.”
Up until now he had been tantalizing her by doing everything but sucking her.
But the more he kissed and caressed her young upswept breasts, the more she wanted him to suck her nipples, and suck them hard! It was just the kind of thing he wanted her to do: beg him! So she fought and fought against it.
His tongue curled around her throbbing nipples until she thought she would die of the craving. She panted and tossed her head from side to side, trying to think of something besides his fantastic mouth on her breasts.
“Isn’t there something you’d like me to do?” he asked softly.
Don’t say it! She told herself. Oh, don’t let him make you say it! “No!” she gasped.
“Are you sure?”
He pushed her firm breasts together and flicked both of her swollen nipples with his tongue at the same time. Amy could barely stand the pleasure.
“Ohhnnnnn! Yesssss!” she sighed, unable to stop herself.
“What?” he prompted her.
“You know,” she panted.
“But l want to hear you say it.”
“Suck me,” Amy gasped. “Suck my titties.”
“Ummmm,” he grinned. “Like this?”
He took one of her thick aching nipples into his mouth and nearly swallowed it.
Amy almost went out of her mind. Flames of sexual pleasure spurted through her body.
“Ohhhbnnnnn! Ohhnnn god!” she moaned.
He sucked both of her nipples until they were engorged with blood, stiff and throbbing wildly. Amy made no move to resist him. Instead she chewed her lower lip and tried not to moan. God, I wish it didn’t feel so good! She thought.
It’s so wrong! Why does it have to feel so good? “Come on,” Aston said. “Let’s go in your bedroom and take off the rest of your clothes. I want to see if the rest of you matches these beautiful boobs.”
“Oh, not in there, please!”
“Of course in there,” he said firmly, pulling her towards the bedroom.
Oh god, not on the same bed where Tom and I…
“But my husband…“ she said.
He walked over to the king-size bed and pulled down the covers. Then he walked back to Amy and put his arms around her, kissing her mouth for the first time.
She tried not to respond, but his tongue and lips were very skillful.
The kiss was so good that she hated herself for liking it. His tongue explored the warm wet crevices of her mouth. Her body grew pliant and yielding in his arms.
“Mr. Aston, please,” she finally gasped, breaking away from the kiss.
“Don’t you think you’d better call me Brad?”
“Okay then, Brad. Do we have to do it on the same bed where…”
“Where you do it with your husband?” Amy nodded.
Brad smiled. He unzipped the pants she was wearing and pulled them down her hips, tugging her nylon panties down at the same time. When. be kneeled down to slip them off her ankles, he began kissing her bare legs at the same time. Amy had never felt anyone kiss her legs. She shivered with pleasure.
“Why, of course we do,” Brad said, answering her question. “You want to be able to compare, don’t you?”
“N-no.”
“Of course you do. God, you’ve got an absolutely luscious body, Amy.”
His lips were on her inner thighs, rising. Oh god, Amy thought wildly, he’s going to eat me there!. He’s going to eat my cunt! Something Tom will never do.
Something I don’t know how to ask him to do. Now Brad’s going to do it without me even asking. And it’s so wrong. So wrong. I can’t let myself like it. I just can’t.
Suddenly his tongue flicked the moist lips of her pussy. Amy thought she would faint with pleasure.
“Oohhnnnn!” she moaned.
Brad pushed her down on the bed on her back. Quickly he stripped off his own clothes. Amy watched with excited fascination as he pulled down his shorts. The thick thundering shaft of his cock sprang up throbbing. She nearly gasped. It was so much bigger than Tom’s!
God, it’ll split my cunt in half, she thought. She knew she was not altogether upset at the idea, but that made her blush with shame.
But before she could think of anything else, he was on the bed with her. He was kissing the smooth sleek skin of her flat tummy. His hands slid under her ass-cheeks and squeezed them as his mouth slid lower. Amy could hardly bear the anticipation.
“Aanngghh!” she gasped with shocked pleasure as his lips finally found the simmering wet groove of her cunt.
He kissed her cunt as if it were her real mouth. His tongue explored the tingling folds of her pussy-lips before burrowing deep into her slit. Amy hadn’t believed that anything could feel so good. But he seemed to be very skillful at it, as if he had had lots of experience.
He sucked and lip-chewed her cunt-lips until she was almost ready to scream with pleasure.
“Ohhhnnnnn, don’t stop! Don’t stop,” she moaned, tossing her head wildly as his clever tongue probed her.
Her excitement pleased him. He slurped her juicy slit more passionately, now tickling her clit with his tongue, stroking it, driving her crazy. Amy was nearly out of her mind with delirious pleasure. Oh god, I want him to fuck me! she thought. But I can’t say it! I can’t! I swore I wouldn’t let him do this to me!
But she couldn’t think of anything but that big jackhammer cock of his, how it would feel if he put it where his tongue was now.
“Oh… oh god,” she panted. “Please… please don’t do this to me!”
She could hardly stand the intense pleasure. The way he was eating her throbbing pussy aroused an insatiable lust that coursed through her whole writhing body.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No,” she gasped. “Oh no, no, don’t stop!” He splayed her thighs and pushed her legs up so that they were draped over his shoulders. Then he buried his mouth again in the wet pink furrow of her aching cunt. He stabbed her deeply. with his tongue and sucked her clit so sharply that hot helpless gags of lust came from her throat.
“Ungghh! Uhhgg!” she gagged.
Oh god, I can’t stand it any more! she thought. He has to fuck me! I need him to fuck me! “Please… do it to me now,” she panted. “Please.”
“Do what to you?” Brad asked slyly.
“You know,” she gasped.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Make… make love to me,” Amy whimpered.
“Make love to you? You don’t want me to do that. That’s what you and your husband do, isn’t it? You want me to…" “Oh, please don’t make me say that,” she pleaded.
Suddenly she felt him leaving her. He dropped her legs to the bed, rolled away, and stood up. His huge stiff cock bobbed and twitched as he looked down at her.
“Oh, I won’t make you say anything,” he grinned. “Why don’t you just do it yourself, if you’re so eager to have it done to you. Whatever ‘it’ is,” he added sarcastically.
Amy couldn’t take her eyes off the long jumping pole of his prick. He held the enormous shaft in one hand and gently stroked it with the other, smiling at her.
“This is what you want, isn’t it,” he murmured.
Amy nodded solemnly, her eyes glazed, her lips parted. Her body burned with need. Instinctively her hands went to her dripping, oozing cunt, trying to replace the sensations he had taken away. She slid her fingers into the slimy aching trench, fucking herself pathetically, grinding her hips.
She was frantic, almost out of her mind with the need to come. It was no good to try to masturbate, not with him glaring down at her, holding his massive cock out like bait for her. Her whole being was centered in her wildly pulsing slit. He had what she wanted, and she couldn’t deny it any longer. She wanted him to shove that huge fleshy piston into her, rip her with it, cram her full of it!
She pulled her knees up against her heaving breasts, spreading her thighs, showing him the red wet gash of her open pussy. Her eyes begged him, but she wouldn’t say it. Don’t you want to fuck it?
She undulated her hips in sensual fuck-motions. With her fingers she pulled apart her soupy cunt-lips, inviting him to spear the puckering wound of her pussy. Please, please! she begged with her eyes.
But he wouldn’t give in. Amy couldn’t stand it any longer. The horrible itch in her cunt had to be satisfied.
“For. god’s sake,” she pleaded. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please, before I go out of my mind! Please!”
Still grinning, Aston climbed back onto the bed. Amy dropped her legs back to the mattress, so that he was between her spread thighs. Now, now! her eyes begged him.
“Don’t you want to tell me where? And how?” he said, crouching over her twisting body and smiling arrogantly.
Writhing with uncontrollable lust, Amy hated him. But more than anything she needed him to fuck her.
“With your cock!” she hissed at him. “Fuck me with your big beautiful cock! Are you satisfied?”
“Where do you want me to fuck you?”
“Ohhhnnn!” Amy groaned. “In my cunt!” She rubbed her undulating body wildly with her hands, squeezing her naked breasts, pinching her swollen nipples.
“Please… Brad, please! Put your cock in me! Fuck my cunt with it! Please!”
“How do you want me to fuck you?” Brad continued to taunt her.
“Oh god… hard! As hard as you can! Just get it in me! Fuck me hard!”
Now he crouched over her, leaning his face down very close to hers. His taut muscular body was poised like a coiled spring. Whimpering, Amy looked down the length of her own supple body and saw his huge twitching tool between her thighs, only inches from her boiling pussy.
“And are you begging me to do its” he whispered.
“Oh god, yes!” she cried out. “Yes, yes, I’m bug you! Please fuck me! Please fuck me! Please shove your big hard cock in me and fuck me hard!”
Finally the bulbous head of his cock pushed against her wet puckering cunt lips. Amy thought she was going to faint from pleasure as the huge lust-hardened shaft slid into her. Flat on her back beneath him, she spread her thighs and moaned as the massive pole penetrated her.
She had not realized how truly big it was until her pussy was crammed with it.
“My god, it’s too big! It’s going to kill me!” she whimpered, looking up into his eyes.
Brad lay motionless on top of her. Suddenly he flexed his hips, sending the thick pole of flesh even further into her tight cunt.
“Anngghh!” Amy groaned, feeling it stab deep into her.
The pain was real, but the bliss of being gorged by the huge thing was unbelievable. Brad began a slow grinding motion, pushing his cock in and out of her tightly clasping pussy. Amy. moaned. She was on tire with new wild yearnings. She began to grind her own hips uncontrollably, pushing her hungry cunt up into his thrusts.
“How is it?” Brad panted, plowing her slit vigorously.
“Ohhhbh god, it’s wonderful!” Amy groaned. “Do it hard! Don’t stop!”
Her body responded to him in a way she had never felt before. She had never felt this way with Tom, her husband. She had never felt so cunt-crammed and completely ravished.
She writhed in total abandonment under him. She welcomed each thrust of his piercing cock with a bucking counterthrust of her own, fucking him back with all the strength of her supple young body.
“Unh! Unh! Unk!” she grunted wildly as the fierce hammering pole of his prick speared her aching gash. “Oh! Oh god, keep it up! It’s so good! Fuck me hard!”
He did. Brad began to fuck her like a lust-crazed ram. Each stroke of his huge plunging cock lifted her quivering ass-cheeks off the bed. Amy squealed and raked his naked back with her fingernails. She locked her legs around his hips and pumped for all she was worth.
Deep in her fiery throbbing pussy she could feel the pulsations of a stupendous orgasm. She had never known pleasure like this. It was delicious, unbearably wild and insane. Brad’s viciously hard cock plunged in and out of her clinging pussy like a relentless steel piston.
“Oh god… I’m going to come!” she gasped. “Keep it up, keep it up!”
But Brad paused for a moment. With his hands he unclasped her legs from around his hips. Then he draped them over his shoulders and pushed them back. Her heels flailed in the air, and her thighs pushed against her breasts. The red glistening impaled seam of her groin was completely vulnerable to him.
Amy could do nothing but yield to him totally This time when he again ripped his huge cock into her, it felt like he was splitting her in half.
“Aannggghhhhieeeee!” she cried out.
But the sharp pain was accompanied by an even more intense sexual sensation.
She had never realized you could be fucked this way. And from the fierce hammering she was taking, she didn’t know whether you would want to be very often. But right now it was paradise.
She squirmed and shimmied her ass because she wanted, incredibly, to give Brad pleasure too. She had begun by resisting him, but now she was totally pliant, full of hot yearning.
“Oh fuck me… oh fuck me!” she panted mindlessly, churning her hips wildly.
Suddenly she felt it was there She clung to him with her arms, pitching her throbbing pussy up into his deep thrusts.
“It’s here!” she gasped to him in a half whisper. “I… I’m going to come, baby! Oh baby, now, now!”
With incredible strength, Brad rolled her jackknifed body halfway up off the bed and drilled her spasming pussy mercilessly with the thick shaft of his prick. Amy exploded in shattering furies Of coming.
“Aahh!” she shrieked.
The hot stabbing flames of her climax ruptured and wrenched her quivering body.
She clung to him helplessly, whimpering and moaning. He reamed her spasming cunt again and again, dragging the rock hard stalk of his prick across her wildly flashing clit until she knew she was going to come again.
“Oh! Oh my god!” she wailed. “I’m going to come! Again! Fast, baby, fast, hard!”
And this time he came with her. Amy clawed his back and screamed as the jolts of honey fire pierced her.
“Ooohh! Oh God God."
Brad’s fingers dug into the flesh of her back. He groaned and buried his cock deep in her tight clenching pussy. It twitched and spurted wildly, sluicing her slit with thick jets of jism.
Amy was stupefied. She had never come twice in a row like that. And two such powerful, killing orgasms! She had never been so thoroughly fucked before. Her feet kicked helplessly in the air, her cunt was crammed and split completely by Brad’s huge tool And no one had ever emptied such gallons of cum into her as he had done.
But now that it was over, the guilt and shame came rushing back to her. He was slumped forward on top of her, his cock wilting inside her. All she could think of was Tom, and how she had cheated on him.
“Please get off me now,” she murmured. “You got what you came for.”
“What’s your hurry?” he said.
He kissed her shoulders and her breasts, refusing to take his limp cock completely out of her. And Amy liked it, but tried not to show it. She almost wished he would get hard again quick, and start fucking her again. But she couldn’t let herself think that way.
“Because I want to get cleaned up,” she said. “Why don’t you just go away. And stay away.”
“Oh, I’ll go away,” Brad said. “But I won’t stay away. After all, we have a few more of these sessions to get through before we’re finished.”
“More!” Amy exclaimed. “You got what you wanted. Why more?”
But secretly she knew she wanted more, and she hated herself for wanting it.
She had never experienced sexual pleasure. like what ho had just given her. How could she ever be happy with Tom again, after Brad had fucked her like this?
And Brad knew it.
“You don’t think one little fuck will make up for all that money, do you?” he said.
Amy couldn’t speak. Her eyes brimmed with tears. Brad kissed her eyes.
“Anyway, you liked it,” be whispered.
“I did… not,” Amy whispered back, afraid to look at him.
When he finally did crawl off her and pulled his prick out of her clinging cunt, she wanted to grab him and hold him and beg him not to leave. She found herself wondering how long it was until Tom came home. She wanted to have Brad fuck her again and make her forget about everything else.
But she hid that feeling as best she could as she watched him dress. When he was finished, he walked over to the bed. He bent down and kissed each of her naked breasts, then her mouth. Amy was aroused again by his lips on her sensitive nipples.
“I'll be back next week, baby,” he murmured to her, then turned to leave.
“Please don’t,” Amy whimpered softly. “Please don’t come back.”
But both of them knew she didn’t mean it.