Ralph Tomley had managed to put on a good act of indignation as he remained at the door with Dinah Peterson, watching the two lewdly coupled bodies grind their way toward orgasm. But still an inward sadistic satisfaction filled him as he observed the horrified expression on the young wife's face, and his cock jerked beneath his trousers under the influence of the salacious scene. It bulged even harder when Dinah backed into his arms, recoiling from what she'd witnessed.
Though he would have liked nothing more than to grab her just then and throw her down on one of the long couches in the staff room, he knew she was not ripe yet. She was still in a state of shock, and he had to bide his time until she recovered, reverting back to the relative coolness of smoldering anger. There was nothing a woman seeking vengeance wouldn't do, no matter how puritanical she might be under normal conditions.
This was something he'd learned a long time ago and had used to draw other inexperienced couples into the group to do what they jokingly called extracurricular scientific research. Practically three quarters of the staff was in the game now, and Tomley would have liked nothing more than to bring Dinah and Fred Peterson in too. Hell, she seemed so naive and virginal he would just love to sink his cock deep inside her pussy.
He had to admit, of course, that Myra Wilson had certainly helped matters along. Ever since Peterson had joined the center, she'd had hot pants for him, and Myra wasn't one who could be stopped easily. She'd gone after Peterson with all the ardor of a bitch in heat. She wasn't the only one, though. Practically everyone in the place had their eyes set on the newcomers. And with Myra doing her job, it was going to be easy for him to sink his claws into Peterson's young redheaded wife.
Everything had been moving along smoothly-the job for Dinah, Myra's efforts to seduce her husband, and now finally the brutal confrontation which, while it wasn't exactly staged, had fallen neatly into place-beautifully, in fact, considering this was Dinah's first day on the job. It meant he wouldn't have to spend days and days softening her up.
The sight of her husband screwing Myra Wilson had done the job for him.
Damn, he thought to himself, he was going to have a hell of a good time this evening. The proud innocent type had always presented a challenge to him, and he liked nothing more than to see them fall under the spell of his thick bulging cock in a state of helpless submission. Later, once he'd completed her initiation, so to speak, he would turn her over to the rest of the club which included some colorful townspeople as well as the scientists and their wives. She would know she'd really been fucked when he had finished with her.
"Well, your husband really went at it with a lot of gusto," Tomley said, trying to preserve at the same time an air of dignity.
"That bastard," she hissed viciously. "How could he do something like this to me?"
It was the right moment, Tomley realized, because she was filled with anger now, and so he jerked her head toward his and pressed his lips hotly against hers, eagerly working his tongue into her mouth. She groaned and tried to squirm away, but suddenly he released his grip on her shoulder.
"That was just to calm you down," he said, staring into her eyes. "You wouldn't want to do anything rash, would you, like breaking in there?"
She could see he was right, though he had a strange way of proving it.
Nevertheless, she tried to loose the tenseness in her muscles, though Tomley's sudden kiss had made her more disconcerted than ever. It was the first time another man had kissed her since her marriage, and to her surprise, her body had responded to it. It was exciting, and it even seemed natural, even though she knew it was wrong. In spite of her confusion, she had felt tiny ripples of pleasure running through her stomach; but what would happen now? She was so terribly distraught she didn't know where to turn for comfort.
She cast her gaze downward and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth in an effort to control the powerful emotions that were welling inside her. She had never imagined that she would be kissed by another man, and she didn't have the slightest idea about what to do next. Her mind told her to run, but where? She didn't have a home anymore, couldn't have a home after she'd witnessed what her husband had done, but there was nowhere else to turn but to the protective warmth of Ralph Tomley's arms. Yes, he had helped her, and she was grateful for it. Without him, she might well have suffered a nervous breakdown witnessing the scene between her husband and the licentious woman who had obviously seduced him. Thank God, the worst was over now, but the two bodies were still nakedly entwined on the lab table, and she couldn't take her eyes off them. She hardly dared breathe for fear of disturbing the scene and making her presence known.
"She sucked him off," Tomley whispered in her ear, pulling her more tightly against him and grinding his hips ever so slowly against her ass as they had resumed their watching position, peering through the crack in the half-opened doorway.
She spun around and faced him once again, burying her head in his chest.
"Oh God, it was terrible."
She tried to remain strong, but once again the tears were flowing freely from her eyes. The horrible sight of her husband's penis disappearing deep inside the other woman's mouth was too much for her to bear, and sobs wracked her body. Echoes of the terrible groaning sucking sounds they had made flooded her ears, even though the event had passed moments ago. In her imagination it was still going on. It was too horribly real to deny! The mewls, the groans, the leathery bucking noises of flesh against naked flesh assaulted her mind, driving her to the point of insanity. Her own husband had been doing all this, had been enjoying every second of it as she watched unbeknownst to him.
It was like a frightening nightmare, and desperately she wanted to escape from it. She wanted to run away but knew that her legs wouldn't support her, and the only alternative was to remain supported in Tomley's arms, listening while her husband and the strange woman exchanged secretive whispers as they embraced each other.
Suddenly she realized that the director's hands had crept up on her and were massaging one of her breasts. He gave a quick sharp pinch against her nipple that brought a gasp from her throat as her body tensed in instinctive reaction. A flash of pain shot down the length of her spine and she twisted in his arms in an effort to break away. Her mind was ajumble with sights and sounds she had experienced during the day. She was practically hallucinating as she saw naked arms and legs twisting around each other, bellies thudding against bellies, and stiff male penises penetrating the depths of wet welcoming vaginas. But it was no dream, it was real; she had seen it all, and her husband had been a participant in the lewd goings-on.
At the same time that she was repulsed by these salacious images, she couldn't help feeling ripples of pleasure flowing through her belly as the older scientist squeezed and kneaded her breasts. She clenched her eyes shut, but the feelings wouldn't go away as Tomley manipulated her and began to undo the buttons of her blouse.
In protest, she uttered a low helpless groan which was quickly cut off by the older man's lips pressing against hers, his tongue gliding warmly into her mouth and snaking against the backs of her teeth. She tried to get away, but his strength was overpowering, and her movements only seemed to incite him more so that he crushed her body even tighter against his. If she struggled too much, she would only make her presence known to her husband and the other woman, and that she didn't want to do at any cost. If he caught her the way she was now, she would never be able to vent her anger. She would only be laughed at. After all, she hadn't chosen what was happening now, she had been forced into it.
"Did you see it all?" Tomley whispered in her ear. "He licked her cunt and then she sucked his cock."
"Y-Yes, I saw it," she mumbled in reply, the lewd words stimulating something deep inside her body.
"You're not going to let him get away with it, are you? You've got to pay him back." As the words escaped from his mouth he pulled her around so that they were facing each other and ground his pelvis tightly against hers. He dug his hands into the softness of her buttocks and squeezed them rhythmically until he could feel her cunt pressing against his throbbing confined cock.
"N-no please. We can't! We can't do this!" she whimpered helplessly.
"Sure we can," he said grinning. "We're just going to make things even." His voice sounded harsh, even cruel, and suddenly he locked his mouth tight against hers, spearing his tongue deep inside her throat.
"Please, God, no! Don't do this!" she begged, struggling, trying to tear herself away. But it was futile, and she knew that he had the upper hand. Oh God! Why hadn't she listened to Fred when he'd told her not to take this job. It would destroy both of them!
Her body tensed as Tomley began to squeeze and knead her soft asscheeks through the material of her skirt, pulling her loins hard against him until she thought she couldn't bear the pressure any longer. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting with her mind against the involuntary sensations of excited pleasure that were sweeping through her body. The soft tingling touch of his fingers against her nipples, however, was too much, and she felt herself falling slowly, ever so slowly into submission.
"Ummmh, you're fantastic," the older man groaned throatily. "You're going to enjoy this, believe me, you will."
"No," she pleaded, trying to dissuade him. "No one but my husband has ever touched me."
"You've been missing something then. Don't worry, the experience will do you good."
He slipped his hand between her breasts and over the smooth surface of her belly as Dinah gasped and held her breath. She felt his fingers on the hem of her skirt slowly raising it up to the tops of her thighs.
His fingers suddenly touched against her naked flesh, and she squirmed back with a helpless whimper as one fingertip glided slowly under the legband of her panties, making sudden wet contact with the sensitive tip of her clitoris. Gently pushing aside the nest of soft red public hair, he dipped his middle finger into the wetly trembling passage of Dinah's hotly aroused cunt. It was damp and slippery from the effects of unwanted desire that had pervaded her as she witnessed the scene in the adjacent lab. She held her breath to contain the groan of helpless pleasure that was welling inside her and desperately needed to be expressed. She knew she couldn't make a sound now or else her husband would be attracted, and he would discover her in Tomley's lewd embrace.
As she found herself reacting to the older man's skillful ministrations, tears of humiliation flowed down her cheeks, but her shame did not contain the instinctive movements of her loins. She squirmed her hips, in spite of all the efforts to control herself, against his rummaging fingers.
"Spread 'em wider," he breathed fervently in her ear. "Good and wide.
You love it, you know you do."
"G-God, please. Don't make me do this," she begged piteously. "Fred will see us, I'm sure of it!"
"Let's go somewhere else then. Come on, what do you say?" he asked once more as his finger glided in and out of her rhythmically spasming cunt.
"Yes, anything," she murmured. "Please, take me away from here."
Reaching behind her, she grasped the doorknob and pulled the door carefully shut as though to block out from her memory all the horrible scenes she had witnessed taking place. When the door clicked she suddenly felt free, strange hallucinatory sensations dancing in her mind.
Somewhere in the back of her head she knew she had said something wrong, but it was too late to do anything else. The strong sensations in her body had run away with her, and she was no longer free to follow the dictates of her own conscience.
He grasped her hand powerfully and led her out through the lounge, along the dimly lit corridors and to the elevator, pressing the button for the third floor.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her mind a bog of hopeless confusion.
"Don't worry, you'll see. You want to get back at him, don't you?"
Nothing made sense now, she thought; she was somewhere in a dream world, and she responded mechanically.
"Yes, yes, I want to get back at him."
"Good, I'm going to help you then."
Yes, he was going to help her. He was such a kind man. He had helped her already, consoled her when she had seen what was happening in the lab this morning. But still she remembered what Fred had told her. He's a lecher. He'll chase you around his desk. She remembered his hands squeezing her breasts, his mouth pressing down hard on hers and his tongue slipping between her teeth. She was so totally confused she didn't know what to do. She could only submit to the influence of someone stronger than she, which she did now as he led her out of the elevator once it had reached the third floor.
He grasped her by the hand and led her to a locked door, fumbling in his pocket for the key. As he did so, a raging anger welled inside her.
How dare her husband cheat on her? How dare he fuck that strange woman?
They'd only been married six months and already he was dissatisfied with her. She hated him! Her loathing was so great she would do anything for revenge.
The door swung open and Tomley led her into an elegantly furnished room, thick plush carpeting wood cabinets, white leather sofas.
"This is the board room," he informed her. "You're a lucky girl. It's not everyone who gets to see the board room on their first day at work."
"Yes," she whispered. "I have to sit down."
Mechanically she directed herself to one of the sofas and flopped down on it, a dazed look in her eyes as the director stood over her, a grin of conquest sweeping over his face. Suddenly, he was sitting next to her, his arms around her shoulders, drawing her close to his body as his lips pressed against hers, and he kissed her with fiery passion.
She could feel the hardness of his pulsating penis digging into the soft flesh of her upper thighs but made no move to protest.
In her state of desperate misery she tried not to think as his hands glided down the front of her blouse, carefully undoing the buttons and spreading it wide.
The snaps of her brassiere came next, and she heard him sigh in lewd appreciation as it came loose to reveal her whitely trembling breasts.
He slipped the blouse and brassiere off her until the entire top half was completely naked, and she gazed at him in dazed wonderment. What was happening to her? She was in a state of shock and barely knew what she was doing. A second later she heard the faint whizzing sound of a zipper and then saw him wriggling her skirt down off her hips and jerking it free from her ankles.
Then he was down on his knees in front of her, drawing her panties down over the smooth white curves of her buttocks. He tugged them loose, and they too landed with the pile of other discarded clothing.
She was totally naked, completely at his mercy, and he gazed at her with leering eyes, his tongue flicking across his lower lip in lewd appreciation of her body. Suddenly he pressed forward, his lips caressing her belly, his tongue flicking into her navel in a tantalizing rhythm. She lay back against the cushions, and her arms involuntarily reached out, locked into his thick, prematurely gray hair.
Her husband had cheated on her. She had watched him as he sucked another woman's vagina and as the woman had sucked his cock in return.
She was free now, free to wreak her vengeance on him, and she was going to do it anyway she could. It was obscene, lewd, what her husband had done, and at that very moment, without her fully realizing it, the director was doing the same thing her husband had performed on the dark-haired woman.
His lips had dropped to her vagina, and his tongue was suddenly wriggling in between her cunt lips, making her squirm and jerk in a mad frenzy.
"S-Stop, please! No, don't do that," Dinah stammered, trying to push him away, but it was totally useless as he grasped the backs of her thighs and levered them high and wide in the air. Suddenly he began grunting and mewling like an animal, his teeth chopping into the downy fringe of her cunt hairs as his tongue speared into her involuntarily quivering pussy.
"No, don't do this to me," the young wife begged. "Oh God, no! Please take your tongue out of there."
She jerked at his head and squeezed her legs around his neck in a visetight scissors grip, but nothing happened. It all seemed to excite him more. He was lapping wetly at her cunt like an excited animal, the forefinger of each hand worming toward the crevice between her buttocks.
Oh God, she thought. I'm doing the same thing that vile woman was doing with my husband, and I can't help myself. There's no escape. It was so lewd! The older man's wetly licking tongue was spearing in and out of her, mining the hot liquid of her vaginal passage as it slithered up inside her like a jungle snake.
"No, don't suck me! Please don't suck me!" she groaned desperately, trying to squirm loose from his grip. But his fingers were clawing into her naked flesh; he was dragging her loins tighter and tighter against his mouth, his tongue was sinking even deeper. She was going insane.
She wanted to scream and yet she couldn't break away, for somewhere deep inside, she was actually enjoying herself. She was enjoying the lewd vile licking of her loins.
Her legs spread wider until they formed a giant vee, her feet pointing upward at the ceiling. His head bobbed frantically in and out, moaning mewling noises coming from his throat all the while. Her wetly throbbing cunt lips clasped and unclasped hungrily around his tongue, and she knew she was lost now. The last faint voice of her conscience pleaded with her, but it was growing dimmer and dimmer inside.
"No, no it's not right. No, don't kiss me there," the young redheaded wife mumbled, but her breath was coming heavily and her heart beating madly inside her throat. As she squirmed and bucked against his lewd tongue-fucking, his middle finger suddenly rammed up into her tightly puckering anus, and she lurched with spasmodic pain.
At the same time, her buttocks churned and ground down on them as though her body were completely at war with her mind. No, this couldn't be happening; she would never do anything like this, and yet she knew it wasn't a dream. She was being obscenely abused by this older man and actually enjoying it, though she couldn't yet fully admit it to herself. Suddenly, he withdrew the fingers and gripped her buttocks with a powerful force and hoisted her over his shoulders as she kicked and squirmed in protest. Bending low, he set her down on the thickly carpeted floor, pinning her shoulders in place and grinning at her like a sadistic beast who had quarried his prey.
"Oh God, you can't do this," she protested weakly, clenching her eyes tightly shut as though to block out the horror of what was going to happen.
"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to, no matter what you say."
Her whole body trembled as she imagined what was going to happen to her next, but it was not a simple trembling of fear. There was a tense enjoyment in it, too, though she still couldn't admit it to herself.
"Just relax, baby," he crooned. "There's no way you can fight me off.
So just relax and enjoy it. I'm gonna plant my cock inside that sweet little pussy of yours. You'll never be the same again. But first I'm gonna finish where I left off."
Dinah knew exactly what he meant, and while she made a feeble effort to close her legs, her body refused to respond to the commands of her mind. Raising her head, she watched in horror as he licked his lips to continue the unceremonious tongue-fucking of her cunt which he'd begun only moments ago.
"Ready?" he said, grinning down at her. "Ready or not, here I come."
Dinah groaned in helpless submission as her body trembled with suppressed desire. She didn't know if she could resist any longer. His skillful tongue inside her vagina might turn her into a raving whore any minute, but there was no choice. She could only do what he wanted.
"I'm going to suck it now, baby. I'm gonna really suck it this time," he growled at her, his powerful hands massaging the insides of her thighs.
Suddenly his head lunged at the triangle of her loins and his tongue rammed deep up inside her pussy, even deeper than it had gone before.
"Oh God! Ooohhh!" she gasped, twitching uncontrollably as he flicked out against the tiny bud of her clitoris then drew back through the exposed sensitive flesh of her helplessly dilating cunt.
As his mouth and tongue worked feverishly over the widespread tightness of her pussy, her eyes opened and she gazed down at his bobbing head.
She could see him grinning in the throes of lewd conquest as she groaned from deep in her chest with each maddening thrust of his tongue, probing the depths of her cunt walls.
It slipped up and down inside her and then withdrew as he bent his head lower to lick the inner flesh of her anal crevice, sending spasms of lewd pleasure up her spine. He levered her knees back until her kneecaps rubbed against her breasts, exposing her ravaged loins even more fully to his eager mouth and tongue.
He flicked into her cunt harder and faster with his tongue as her incomprehensible whimpers flooded the room with the music of abandoned lust. His body and mind inflamed with carnal desire, he flicked his tongue into her tight anal ring, making her jerk and mewl at the unexpected contact. She was beyond hope now, her shamelessly aroused body having deserted her. There was nothing she could do but yield herself to the perverted desires of this powerful older man who was debasing her with no thought of pity or compassion.
Rhythmically she thrust her cunt up towards his face, arching her back as she did so. She groaned as he responded with a stab of his tongue, his teeth clamping tightly down on her vaginal mound. Her body quivered and bucked beneath the overpowering assault, and her stomach churned with the incredible pleasures of naked sexual abandon.
Sensing her ultimate surrender, Tomley, with a savage grin on his face, thrust his thick wet tongue even deeper inside her quivering cunt sheath and felt her soft silky pubic hairs graze against the tip of his nose as she ground her buttocks ecstatically up against him. He felt her vaginal lips twitching around his tongue as they opened and closed spasmodically, as though to milk it like a cock. She was one hell of a whore after she got her motor running, he reasoned to himself.
Her helplessly aroused body writhed and squirmed shamelessly against the deep probing tongue of the director until she thought she would go insane from the lewd licking of her loins. She arched upward from her hips and grasped his hair, tangling her fingers tightly into it and pressing his head even harder against her wildly palpitating pussy, a low soul-stirring moan escaping from her lips. Nothing mattered anymore but the wild pleasure of his boring tongue steaming in and out between her cunt lips. She loved it, she wanted it, and yet she knew it was wrong. Her head fell back, her hair dangling loosely over her shoulders as she crooned and chanted a litany of salacious abandon. Her lips bared back over her gleaming white teeth and the cords of her neck stood out like steel rods as she strained to pump every last ounce of pleasure from the punishing lash of his tongue.
"Aaagggh, Ugggh, God! I'm cumming!" she spattered, her face contorted in a mask of lust.
She trembled and shook, her legs flapping and spasming as the older man relentlessly glided his tongue in and out of the secret recesses of her body. Her body shuddered and suddenly hot waves of cum flooded out from deeper inside her womb, pouring in a sweet flood over his hungrily sucking mouth and dribbling down the insides of her quivering thighs.
The room seemed to cave in on the young wife with a great reverberating crash, and she gasped and moaned as he sucked and burrowed between her thighs which were locked around his neck. Slowly her fingers untwined from his tousled hair, and she released her grip, allowing him to withdraw his head.
Tomley pulled himself up to a standing position until he was looming over her, staring down the length of her sweat-streaked body as the juices of her orgasm masked his mouth and lips, making them glisten lewdly in the dim light of the curtained room. Dinah closed her eyes tightly in an effort to blot out the sight of him and the memory of the degrading, humiliating things they'd just done. The shame of her own weakness and submission brought her back to reality but it was Tomley who spoke first.
"We're not finished yet," he said with a cruel triumphant smile on his face. "You haven't paid your husband back completely."
"W-what are you going to do?" her voice quavered.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, Dinah. Fuck you like you've never had it before."
His crude words sent a new flurry of excitement rippling through her still-aroused loins and suppressed the shame and humiliation that nagged her. Suddenly, she flushed with anger-not at Tomley-but at her husband, for she could still see in her mind his penis buried in the other woman's secret flesh up to the hilt, a pleased expression on his face. He had enjoyed what he'd done, and now Dinah was determined to enjoy herself as well, no matter how obscene and degrading her conscience told her it was.
"Yes, Ralph, fuck me. Yes. Stick your penis in between my legs," she suddenly begged him, her eyes frozen in hard determination.
She did not have to urge him on any longer, for immediately he had stripped off his clothes and was crawling in between her lewdly splayed legs, his thick rigid penis jutting out large and throbbing, his heavily swaying balls swollen with sperm that was going to rocket deep up into the depths of her belly. If only Fred could see her now, it would teach him the lesson of his life. You bastard, you adulterer, she cursed inwardly at him.