The next morning over breakfast Pat eyed her daughter and said, "Honey, you look tired. I hope you haven't been staying up and watching television for all hours while I'm gone."
Trish reddened and stammered, "Oh, no, Mom. I just didn't sleep very well last night, that's all. No biggie."
"I hope not," Pat said sternly. "This is the first time I've ever left you on your own, and I'm trusting you to be adult about it."
"Don't worry, Mom." Trish sighed, "you can count on me."
The pretty blonde teenager thought of Brock Spalding and all he could do for her and her mother. It was just a matter of time, she hoped, before he'd fall for her and make her his wife. Then she could tell Pat the truth about how she was spending her summer. Then everything would be all right.
At the same time Pat was thinking of Brock, too. She knew he was impressed with her beauty and her hard work, but did he love her? She wanted so much for that to happen, not just for her own sake but for Trish's. Brock's wealth would solve a world of problems for the two women. It was just a matter of time.
What neither woman realized was that Brock Spalding's intentions were far from serious. At that very moment he was lounging behind his desk, talking on the phone, and his words would have shocked Pat and Trish. The darkly handsome club owner had a wicked grin on his face as he spoke into the phone.
"Ted, old buddy," Brock was saying, "I'm glad to hear you'll be in town a few days. Of course we'll have to get together – and this time I've got a real treat for you. You ever made it with a mother and a daughter?"
Brock paused, listened, then said, "That's right, I'm not shitting you. And they're both knockouts. I'll set the whole thing up, and I'll be over to your hotel around nine. Right, see you then, Ted. So long."
As soon as Pat reported for work that evening she was summoned do Brock's office. He had a strange smile on his face, Pat thought, but she couldn't interpret it.
"You won't be working the bar tonight, honey," Brock told her. "I need you for a special party. Just put on your costume and wait for me in my car."
"Yes, Brock," Pat said obediently.
She wondered what he had in mind. She didn't like that strange look on his face, and she had a vague sense that there was trouble ahead. Yet she was committed now to doing whatever might please him. She put on her skimpy black costume, threw her coat over it, and went to wait in Brock's flashy little black sports car.
He joined her a few minutes later and headed out into the late evening traffic. He still had that strange smile. "Brock," Pat said nervously, "just what is this all about? What do you mean by a special party? I'd like to have some idea of what I'm supposed to do."
"It's no big deal," Brock said, keeping his eyes on the traffic. "I just want you to meet a friend of mine and keep us company for a couple hours. This guy is an old buddy and he helps me a lot with business deals, so I want you to be real nice to him."
Pat frowned and kept silent. She didn't like the sound of things at all, but she was afraid of angering Brock by saying so. Presently he parked at the most expensive hotel in the city and escorted Pat to the top floor where they entered a lavish suite of rooms. In the living room sat a red-haired man of about thirty. When he saw Brock he jumped up, grinning.
"Brock, you old son of a gun," the man said, pumping Brock's hand. "It's been a long time. How are you?"
"I can't complain," Brock grinned. "The club is a big success. And here's one of the reasons – isn't she gorgeous? Pat Adams, I'd like you to meet my old friend Ted Grace."
Nervously Pat shook hands with the red-haired man. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and quite attractive, but there was something sinister about him. She didn't like the blatant way he swept his eyes over her tall lovely figure. Brock whisked her coat off her shoulders, and when Ted saw her in just her daring little club costume, his blue eyes widened appreciatively.
"Very very nice," he said with a grin. "You sure know how to pick 'em, Brock."
"Honey," Brock said to Pat, "there's a bar over in the corner. Why don't you fix us all a drink?"
Pat obeyed, and the two men sat down. She supposed that she was just to be a decoration for the evening, something nice to look at, someone to make an occasional drink. She really didn't like being used that way, but if Brock wanted it, she'd do it. Apparently it was very important for him to impress Ted Grace. He wanted to show off his power by having a lovely woman at his beck and call.
Pat delivered the drinks, and Brock said, "Fine, angel. Now take off your costume."
"Do what?" Pat squeaked.
Both men were grinning lewdly at her. "You heard me," Brock said. "Take off your costume. I want to give my old buddy something really fantastic to look at."
"Brock, surely you must be joking," Pat said anxiously.
His face darkened. "No, I'm not joking," he said, "and if you wanta keep your job, baby, you better do what I say and do it fast."
Though her mind was in turmoil, Pat didn't hesitate. It was either strip or lose Brock, and he was far too important for her future. Blushing hotly, the tall brunette kicked off her shoes and then pulled down the shoulder straps of her tiny costume. The men lounged in their chairs, sipping their drinks and grinning lustily as they watched her blushing strip act. Pat felt thoroughly mortified as she tugged the costume down to her waist and bared her magnificent big tits.
"Fantastic," Ted said, leaning forward in his chair.
He ogled the pale rounds of her big breasts, the satiny skin and rosy little nipples. Pat seethed with resentment, feeling like livestock about to be auctioned. She wondered why Brock would humiliate her like this. But she got no clue from his expression. He was grinning just as lustily as Ted.
"Take the rest of it off, honey," he said.
Pat sighed deeply and tugged down her costume the rest of the way. The tiny garment was too tight for her to wear underthings, so as the black costume slithered down her legs she was left totally naked. Ted licked his lips as he studied the glossy black triangle of her little bush. Pat kicked the costume away and stood there blushing hotly.
"Terrific," Ted said. "I never saw a more gorgeous chick. So when does the fun start?"
"Anytime you want, old buddy," Brock said, "just anytime you want."
"Well, there's no time like right now," Ted said.
Brock paused a moment, eyeing Pat's fantastic naked body and smiling mysteriously. Pat would have fainted with shock if she'd known what he was thinking. Brock had some pretty bizarre plans for entertaining himself and his buddy that night. They'd enjoy Pat's mature beauty, and later, after she'd left, they'd have fun with her teenage daughter. It was these kinky plans that accounted for Brock's odd smile.
"Honey," he said, "help Ted undress."
"What for?" Pat wailed.
Brock frowned. "Don't act so innocent, baby," he said coldly. "I didn't bring you along just to make drinks and look pretty. Ted's my old friend and business partner, and I want him to have fun while he's in the city. That's what you're here for – so get to it."
Pat turned pale. At last she understood what Brock had in mind – she'd been brought along to fuck his buddy. She felt angry and shocked, and for a moment she was tempted to just grab her coat and walk out. She was sincerely disillusioned with Brock. If he could do this to her, he couldn't possibly love her.
Yet she hesitated. Even if she couldn't win Brock's love, she might still have his name and his money. After all, her feelings weren't that important. It was Trish's future that counted. If Pat proved herself a real trooper, willing to go along with anything Brock wanted, she might still win the financial security she wanted for herself and her daughter.
"It's now or never, baby," Brock was saying. "Do what I told you, or lose your job."
Grimly Pat walked over to Ted, dropped to her knees, and started removing his shoes and socks. The two men grinned at each other, knowing they'd won. The gorgeous brunette obviously wasn't happy about what she was doing, but she wanted her job too much to disobey. She next removed Ted's shirt, exposing his broad chest with its mat of red hairs.
Then Ted stood up and Pat eyed his fly. Still on her knees, she reached up and started opening his pants. Her hands trembled. She hated what she was doing, and she despised Brock for forcing her into it. But if she kept thinking of Trish and all the things she wanted for her daughter, maybe she could go through with this kinky scene.
Ted wasn't wearing shorts. As Pat slipped down his pants, she saw his milky-white cock standing up stiffly, hugging his flat belly. It sprang from a coppery bush and was just about as big as Brock's prick. The swollen purple head of his dick was weeping little gleaming bubbles of juice.
As Ted stepped out of his pants, Pat said grimly, "All right, where's the bedroom?"
"We don't need a bed, doll," Ted chuckled. "Right here will do."
Pat glanced at Brock, who was sitting just a few feet away and grinning like a maniac. "Right HERE?" she said, blushing furiously. "But Brock is here."
"That's half the fun, baby," Brock laughed. "I get to watch."
Pat moaned. Things were going to be even worse than she'd thought. She felt mortified at the idea of fucking a perfect stranger, but it was even more humiliating to know that another person would be watching them. For a moment she didn't know if she could go through with it, and she swayed dizzily.
Ted caught her and lowered her to the thick soft rug. He threw himself onto her, and the electric contact of naked bodies gave Pat her first lusty sensation of the evening. But she quickly came back to her senses. No matter what it cost her, she wasn't going to fuck for an audience. She squealed in protest and pushed at Ted's powerful shoulders.
"No, I won't do it," she cried. "It just isn't right."
"Oh, Jesus," Brock snarled, "you're getting to be a pain in the ass, baby. If you won't put out voluntarily, we're just gonna have to force you."
He meant it. When Pat continued to scream and push at Ted's shoulders, Brock came over, knelt behind her, and held her shoulders down. With Ted lying on her legs, there was no way she could move. She watched in horror as Ted wedged his body between her thighs and pressed the hot hard head of his cock against her dry little cunt mouth.
"Oh, God, nooooo!" Pat wailed.
But there was nothing she could do to escape. The two men were much too strong for her. While Brock kept her pinned, Ted grunted lustily and pushed hard with his rigid seven-inch dick. Pat moaned hoarsely when she felt the huge knobby cock-head popping into the tiny tight mouth of her twat. The thick throbbing meat slowly stuffed her snug box till it was touching her womb.
"I'm in," Ted gasped. "I can take it from here." As he'd correctly guessed, Pat wasn't going to fight any longer. The damage was already done. His thick hot cock was fully into her, and Brock was squatting right there, watching and grinning lewdly. She couldn't possibly be any more humiliated than she already was. Pat sank back on the rug with a sigh of defeat.
"That's more like it, honey," Ted chuckled. "You just relax and let me ball you silly. You're gonna love it."
Pat doubted that. It seemed impossible to relax while the red-haired stranger fucked her and Brock watched. To pushed her long shapely legs wide open, then forced them back at the knees, fully exposing her lush red clit. That way both he and Brock could watch Ted's milky-pale cock slicing in and out between her plump red pussylips.
Ted began balling her in slow deep strokes, savoring her snug hot cunt. "Real tight box," he sighed happily.
"Yeah, she's a nice piece," Brock said, "when she isn't being pig-headed."
He sat down on the rug and concentrated on the action, his eyes glued to his buddy's big pale cock as it moved steadily in and out of Pat's gripping little cunt-hole. Pat could tell that Brock was getting off on every bit of it, not just from watching another couple fuck but from watching Pat's shame and humiliation. Brock Spalding was a sickie, all right. Why hadn't she noticed it before?
But she had more immediate things to worry about. Ted was balling her very slowly, moving his cock in deep, gliding it hard over her sensitive little clit. She couldn't help starting to enjoy that leisurely balling. All her years of loneliness had built up her lust to a point where even this stranger's cock felt nice.
She loved the slow but steady stuffing of her tight little twat, loved the way his hard silky meat rubbed against the horny little lump of her clit. She felt her long-starved pussy slowly going hot and wet and swollen, felt the treacherous juicing of her cunt. Her conscience didn't approve of what was happening, but her body had other ideas.
"Jesus, she's hot," Ted moaned.
Pat blushed deeply. Just as she'd feared, Ted could feel the lusty changes taking place in her pussy. He could feel her gripping twat starting to cream around his slow-probing dick. He could feel her whole slit getting puffy and steamy with arousal. Pat gritted her teeth and tried to blot out the deep pleasure of his fucking.
But Brock had to spoil things. He knew her all too well, dammit. "Ball her harder, faster," he eagerly urged his buddy. "I wanta see her get off."
Ted took his friend's advice. He suddenly started slamming his thick hard meat in Pat's tight little cunt-hole. Unprepared for the change of pace, she gasped and creamed hugely all around his jerking prick. It felt so damned good, she could hardly stifle her cries of bliss.
"I can feel it," Ted panted. "She's getting wet."
Brock just chuckled wickedly.
Pat felt totally humiliated. Damn Brock anyhow, he knew just how to get her hot and horny. His advice to Ted had been right on. That fast furious fucking was making her so horny she could have screamed. Her cunt was growing red-hot, gripping Ted's slamming cock harder and banter, and her fragrant twat-juice was boiling out to soak his slapping balls.
"Oh, God," Pat moaned.
"You're getting to her, old buddy," Brock laughed. "Just a little more. She loves it, but she's too proud to admit it."
"Christ, I just hope I can hold out," Ted moaned.
It wasn't easy for him to hold back his own climax as Pat's cunt grew ever tighter, hotter and more creamy. But it was a challenge for him to conquer this tall aloof woman, and he sawed away, gritting his teeth, trying to make her come. Brock felt the challenge, too, and he drew closer, watching eagerly.
"Come on, bitch," Brock hissed, "quit being phony. You know you dig my buddy's fucking. Let yourself go, for chrissake."
"Fuck you," Pat gasped.
She didn't ordinarily use rough language, but she was so angry at Brock that it just slipped out. She hated the way he was using her. And to make matters worse, she felt herself rising swiftly to the brink of orgasm. Ted's steadily sawing cock, stuffing her little box again and again, was making her unbearably lusty.
"Let me try something else," Ted panted. "I know what'll bring her off."
He put all his weight on Pat's tall lush body, so that his slamming cock rubbed again and again, over her sensitive little clit. That was her undoing. She just couldn't resist all that hot friction on her lusty little love-bud. She felt a body-wracking climax washing over her, and she couldn't make it stop.
"Ooooo," Pat wailed.
Her lovely body rocked and bucked as the orgasm ripped through her. Her coming was so violent that Ted was almost thrown off her spasming body. He grunted and dug his prick deep into her gushing little hole, and then Pat felt the hot blast of his come. They writhed together a few more moments, and then Ted pushed himself away, his limp wet dick slipping out of her.
"Fantastic piece of ass," he sighed, getting to his feet.
Pat closed her eyes and blushed deeply. She was so ashamed of herself for letting go like that, for behaving like a slut with this red-haired stranger. Brock had won his evil little game. He'd used her like a whore, and she'd behaved like one. She just thanked God that Trish would never have to know about this embarrassing evening.
"My turn," Brock said.
Pat's eyes snapped open, and to her horror she saw that Brock had stripped naked. He was standing over her, grinning, and his blue-veined seven-inch dick was swollen and ready, pointing up stiffly and leaking big hot bubbles of juice. Pat sobbed in disbelief. She'd never dreamed that she'd have to fuck BOTH men. She suddenly leaped to her feet and raced for the door.
"Hold it, bitch," Brock snapped.
He caught her by the wrist and easily dragged her back. Pat screamed and struggled. Brock managed to throw her over the arm of a chair, her legs dangling over the edge, her pert little ass stuck high in the air. Before she could move, Ted was there, holding her in place.
"That's it," Brock panted. "Just keep her like that till I'm in."
"Oh, noooo," Pat moaned.
But it was the same story all over again. She couldn't fight off two men. Ted held her draped over the chair arm while Brock got behind her and pressed the hot hard head of his cock against her tiny tight cunt mouth. She moaned in total humiliation as she felt his thick meat gliding into her.
"Yeah, do it to her, buddy," Ted panted. "Fuck that bitch good."
Just like Brock, Ted got off on watching another couple make it. Pat felt his hands getting hot and sweaty as he watched Brock's thick swollen cock gliding between her plump scarlet cunt-lips and sliding slowly up her hot little box. Again Pat felt anger and horror at being used this way, but it was too late to do anything about it. Brock's fat prick stuffed her completely, butting her tender womb.
Then he started to fuck her. He didn't do it slowly and leisurely like Ted. He knew her too well. He knew that the quickest way to get her aroused was to ball her fast and deep and hard. Pat gasped and gritted her teeth, trying to blot out the sudden dizzying pleasure of his fucking.
"Oh no, no, NO," she moaned.
"Come off it, baby," Brock panted. "I know you love it. I'll have you coming in no time."
That was exactly what Pat feared. She didn't want to disgrace herself a second time that evening by losing her self-control. Brock fucked her furiously, slamming his rigid meat again and again in her boiling little cunt, while Ted watched with a wicked grin. The noise of Brock's fucking got loud and lewd and wet.
"Ohhhh," Pat wailed, "Ohhhhh."
She heard the men chuckling as her hot arousal became obvious, but she couldn't hold back the stunning pleasure that melted her whole body. She'd been a fool to go five years without a man – now she couldn't even resist a man she despised. She felt a second blinding orgasm ripping through her belly.
"Ahhhhh," she screamed, "Yes."
Her lovely body rocked and writhed, and her clit tightened hungrily around Brock's slamming dick. He gave a yelp of sharp pleasure as he felt his cock deliciously squeezed and milked. Then he was coming right along with her, filling her red-hot little box with sizzling come. Pat was still writhing and moaning a moment later when Brock staggered back from her, his cock limp and dripping. He and Ted exchanged smug grins.
"Okay, baby, get dressed," Brock sighed. "I'll run you back to the club."
Pat felt too humiliated to speak. She quickly got into her costume, put on her coat, and silently accompanied Brock to his car. When he let her out at the club, he kissed her, but Pat felt nothing. She was still stunned by her own wanton behavior with Brock and his buddy.
The moment Pat was inside the building, Brock grinned and drove around to the service entrance in back. Leaving the motor running, he went in and found Trish cleaning off plates in the kitchen. Her innocent little face lit up at the sight of him.
"Time for a little break, honey," he told the girl. "I want you to come for a ride with me."