It was more than a half an hour after Marian McHenry had ordered the "special" drinks for herself and Ed that he thought to look at his watch again and jumped up from the couch where he had been sitting with the beautiful redheaded woman. After she had given him the glass of pale green liquid, telling him that it would "calm his nerves," the handsome young man had somehow lost track of the time that had passed as Marian had snuggled up next to him again and begun teasing him with her fingers and hands.
His boss's wife had just laughed at his protestations when she had finally unzipped his fly and wormed her smooth white hand inside his trousers, teasing his penis into hardness again with her cool fingers. He had been afraid to openly resist this woman who was so important to his career and, as he drank nervously from the drink she had ordered, he found that he had less and less will to defend himself from the advances of this woman who held the key to his entire future at Amalgamated Industries, so he had sat in tortured silence while she stroked and fondled him at will. It had been apparent to him that she was enjoying his discomfort and he had tried not to listen as she spoke seductively of the various things she would do to him, if he would only give her the chance. It had been difficult, more difficult than he ever would have imagined, to stay firm in his resolution to go back down to the main room when they had finished their drinks.
But, now, he leapt back up to his feet, trying to conceal his relief at escaping this fascinating temptress. He reddened slightly at her mocking laughter when he had difficulty in pushing his hardened penis back into his pants.
"Why don't you just leave it out, Ed?" she slyly teased him. "We could have so much more fun that way."
"Marian, I really do wish we could just stay up here," he said, surprising even himself with the sincerity he heard in his voice. "But Lynn got so rattled the other night that I have to make sure that she's not botching everything up again. We had a fight when she came home and now I have to make certain that she's not down there, crying on George's shoulder and telling him what a monster I am."
"There's only one thing that's monstrous about you," Marian chuckled, staring pointedly at the fleshy bulge straining at the crotch of his trousers, "but, all right, dear, if you insist. Just remember, you promised that we would come back up here if they don't seem to be missing us," she added as she resignedly rose to her feet from the couch in the huge bedroom.
For the first time, Ed was really glad that Lynn loathed McHenry with such a passion, for if he didn't have the excuse of making sure that his young wife didn't antagonize his boss, Ed didn't know how he would avoid the very attractive proposition Marian McHenry was offering him. He had to admit that he would love to drag the stunning redhead into the nearest bed and yet, he knew he'd be sorry if he gave in to this temptation. Even if she really could further his career, he could never forgive himself for being unfaithful to his own innocent young wife.
"Sure, Marian," he agreed, relieved that he was getting out of this dangerous situation so easily. After all, he was certain that Lynn was probably half-hysterical by now, after being left alone with McHenry for almost an hour. "If they seem to be having a good time without us, we'll come right back here."
Ed stared blankly at Marian McHenry, his superior's wife, for a long moment, then slowly lifted his own drink in response. After being so confident of finding his wife, Lynn, in distress, the junior executive could barely believe that he and Marian McHenry were back in this bedroom not five minutes after they had left it. He supposed that all the liquor he had drunk this evening was beginning to blur his mind a little, but he could hardly remember going down the stairs and then returning just now. All he could recall was searching the audience in the darkened room for Lynn's gleaming blonde head, then finding it – nestled snugly into George McHenry's shoulder as his wife and his boss sat, happily watching the most obscene show that Ed had ever heard of. His own naive young wife watching some poor girl being fucked silly by a dog! Ed's mind could barely accept the idea and he had been about to go down to the couch and sit with Lynn anyhow, despite Marian's protestations, just to help her through the humiliating ordeal, when he noticed that their places had already been taken by some couple who had wanted to move closer to the action on the stage. All he could think of now was that Lynn had been so involved in the obscene exhibition with the dog that she had forgotten to save his place for him!
Even though he knew that it would only make him angrier to think about it, Ed wondered when that other couple had taken his and Marian's seats. Was it before or after Lynn let George McHenry put his arm around her? he fumed to himself. The little bitch was probably trying to pay him back for being mad at her all week. Well, now he understood why she had been so upset that night with McHenry, but she could have told him! Now, he was stuck in this situation with Marian and it was all because of Lynn's stupidity. The hell with her, Ed suddenly decided. If she wants to play her silly games, endangering his career, she was going to have to learn how to take the consequences! And he wasn't going to mind it one bit – Marian McHenry was probably going to be a hell of a lot better in bed than Lynn had been for the last year or so, ever since she'd started bitching about all the time he was spending on his career. Who in the hell did she think he was working for, anyhow!?!
"Goodness, dear, you look like you're about to start belching fire! What's wrong?" Marian McHenry inquired, her eyebrows raised in her usual expression of cool amusement. "Is it all that bad to be locked in a bedroom with me for the evening?"
"No, no, it's not bad at all, Marian," Ed said slowly, a new light coming into his eyes. "As a matter of fact, it's just great. Come on," he went on, pausing to toss down the entire glassful of the strange liquor. "Yeah, let's get to know each other a little better."
He stared at the empty tumbler for a moment before placing it down on the bedside table, wondering what had been in the licorice-tasting drink. It was odd, but each sip of the milky liquid had seemed to quell the fears he had suffered ever since Marian McHenry had first started making her lewd suggestion. A strange confidence in his sexual powers seemed to be seeping magically through his blood, so smoothly that he had barely noticed the change in himself. He marveled at the strange sensation, realizing that it wasn't affecting him like ordinary alcohol at all. There had been none of the usual deadening of the senses or thought. In fact, if anything, that drink had intensified his senses until he felt more wide-awake than he had since he was a small, always energetic boy.
But, there was one big difference, he realized with a guilty grin. When he was a youngster, he hadn't been in a bed with a luscious woman like Marian McHenry and, even if he had, his prick wouldn't have been hardening under his trousers the way it was now!
"You like it?" the redhead smiled up from the bed, nodding toward his empty glass. "This is the first time I've tried it myself, but I have to admit it does everything they say it does. I feel like I'm about to jump out of my skin… or have someone jump in with me."
"You mean…?" Ed said incredulously, realizing what he had been drinking for the first time. He was taken aback for a moment at the idea that the Executive Club not only presented "stag" shows, but stocked aphrodisiacs at the bar as well. But, then his shock began to fade as he became more interested in the nearness of the beautiful woman lying before him on the bed. As if in answer to her question, he reached over with one hand and gently pushed up her dress, tracing tiny circles on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs with the sharpness of his nails.
"Mmmmm, I guess it's working for you too. For a while there, I didn't know if I would be able to convince you to get into bed with me tonight."
"I think you would have brought me around, one way or another," he grinned down at her, feeling a glowing power and assurance that he had never experienced before. "With a body like yours, Marian, you're not exactly helpless around men."
"Ah, you are executive material, aren't you, dear?" she said approvingly. "Completely charming and observant too. But," she added with a teasing look in her eye, "aren't you interested in seeing the product before you approve it?"
"I've been waiting…"
"Well, you didn't have to, you know," she murmured, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. "I came prepared tonight. Would you unzip my dress, please?"
Slipping off the bed, she stood up on the floor beside him and turned her back to him. Suddenly a little nervous and uncertain of what he was doing, Ed stood motionless for a moment, wondering if he shouldn't try to leave now, before things got out of hand and he did something he'd be sorry for. What if Lynn ever found out?
As if reading his mind, Marian looked back over her shoulder and winked slyly at him. "The door's locked, dear, from the inside… and the show won't be over for an hour."
An hour! he thought with a sudden irrational flash of anger. Lynn was going to be down there, cuddling with McHenry for another hour, watching that smut on the stage. Well, he could play the same game, he told himself, and quickly reached up to the neckline of the redhead's green velvet dress, pulling the zipper all the way down to her buttocks.
The soft fabric slipped away on both sides of the opening and Ed's eyes widened as he saw that there was nothing underneath it but a smooth expanse of gleamingly naked ivory flesh. With bated breath, he watched as Marian shrugged her shoulders slightly until the garment slipped slowly down to the floor and his cock lurched madly in her shorts as her body came into view. There truly had been nothing underneath the dress but a garter belt and stockings and the thin veneer of the stockings shone silkily in the soft light of the bedroom. The sight of the beautiful woman dressed like this excited him more than he ever would have believed and he wondered why his own wife had never thought of showing herself to him like that. By God, Marian McHenry really knew what a woman's body was for and Ed had no doubts now that she really knew how too use it in bed, too.
Marian slowly turned around to face him again, allowing the effects of her sudden nakedness to sink in. Her smile broadened as she saw the hard bulge of his erect cock straining against the tightness of his pants and she walked back past him to settle herself on the edge of the bed, leaning back on both her elbows and spreading her legs slightly apart until Ed could see the thin, softly hair-lined lips of her vagina. She was excited and the first tiny dewdrops of moisture rising between her thighs were faintly visible glistening in the tight narrow slit as she exposed herself to him. He moved closer to the bed and stared down at her naked flesh, his eyes feasting hungrily on the large full mounds of her breasts, the ripe ruby nipples like red flags waving before his lust-drugged brain.
"Well? I'm waiting too," she murmured huskily, reaching for the drink beside her on the night-stand. "And you'd better hurry. After a few more sips of this, I think I'm going to be more than six men could handle."
"Then, you'd better drink it all," Ed muttered, gazing down at her nakedness. "Because I think I'm hotter right now than any ten men in the world."
"For God's sake, hurry, then!" she breathed urgently. "Take your clothes off and get naked!"
He realized suddenly that her whole body was quivering nakedly on the bed, her thighs pressing tightly together in the agony of her desire, and he knew for certain now that he could not back down from her. If she wanted him badly enough to go this far, then he knew he didn't stand a chance in the world of getting that promotion unless he went along with her. Not that he minded at all, right now – it was all he could do to keep from locking his lips to the softness of her flesh, but he forced himself to step back from the bed and begin hurriedly stripping the clothes from his body. A slight twinge of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his pants and shorts and stood over her with his cock standing out in naked erection from his loins, but as her gaze riveted on the fleshy shaft standing out in the air, there was nothing in her eyes but burning hunger. She watched the throbbing blood-filled head for a moment and then moaned passionately.
"Oh, that's so beautiful. It's going to feel so good going up inside of me and filling up my cunt. Oh, Ed, baby, you do want to fuck me, don't you?"
"God, yes, I want to," he breathed, the lewd words coming from the gorgeous older woman's mouth exciting him even more.
"Then say so. For God's sake, tell me!"
"I want to fuck you, Marian."
"How?" she groaned softly, grinding her buttocks down into the bed.
"Deep, deep and hard! I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he growled.
"Oh, Ed," she moaned, rising a little from the coverlet toward him. "Come down on the bed before I die!"
He lay down on the bed beside her, dragging her over to him with the strength of his arms. His hands moved down to cup the smooth globes of her buttocks as she raised her face to his, locking her mouth tightly to him, her fingers searching down between them for the hardness of his penis. Her body was warm and soft against him and he pressed his head forward, kissing her moistly back. Her lips were soft and gave before the harsher pressure of his teeth with a yielding receptiveness that sent tiny chills over his skin. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her body and pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to accept him between them.
A moment later, his hardened penis lay trapped between her thighs, pressed against the narrow fleece-lined slit of her cunt. Ed forced his hands between her shoulders and the bedspread and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips, feeling the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The tensed sinews of her inner thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he wondered how they would grip around him later when he had sunk his lusting hardness deep inside her.
"You feel so good," she whispered, writhing the flatness of her belly up against him and trailing her nails lightly down the sensitive flesh of his back. He drove his hands farther down beneath her, gathering the fullness of her softly yielding buttocks into his fingers and pulling her loins up tighter against him. As he teasingly moved his hips up and down, sliding the hardness of his full cock length along the widespread split, her naked stomach began a more desperate rotation up against his pelvis and her legs opened wide on either side of his body, her calves locking against the backs of his thighs as she urgently thrust her hips up toward him.
"Ooooh, fuck me now, fuck me now!" she groaned into his mouth, her pelvis grinding against him more and more impatiently.
Before he could stir again, her hands had wormed down between their bellies and firmly grasped his throbbing cock, guiding it down between the lips of her moist, waiting cunt. Ed gasped as he felt her use the pulsating blood-filled head to part the soft auburn hair of her vagina, moving it up and down to moisten the bulbous tip with her own lust juices. The sparse curly pussy hairs brushed teasingly at it, causing it to spring to greater hardness until he felt certain that the aching pressure of the blood would burst it along its vein-thickened length. He could hold back no longer, not another second, and crashed his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust.
It rammed forward with a flesh-tearing lunge into the hotly gaping mouth of her cunt.
"Aaaaaah," she groaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip smoothly over his sensitive male flesh and give before his merciless thrust with a slight pop; it was as though she were being taken for the first time, except that Ed was certain that this amazing woman could control her cuntal muscles that way every time she was fucked. And he intended to find out for sure. If Marian McHenry went along with the key to the Executive Club, then he was going to take advantage of this action every opportunity he got!
Ed's long cock slid up her cunt almost to the full depths of her belly, warm and tight at first, squeezing the hard length of the shaft and then easing as the wetness surrounded him, lubricating the way. Then, suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls slapping hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass. She whined like an animal beneath him, squirming away momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain, but he drove harder, crashing his hips more powerfully into her loins so that there was no escape for her. He knew she was completely impaled now and he lay motionless for a moment to allow the pain of the abrupt entry to subside.
Still, he was suddenly full of pride that he could actually hurt a woman like Marian McHenry. He was on top, had overpowered her, and he knew that she loved every minute of it. She was speared on his hard cock and, just to remind her of his conquest over her, he flicked the head of his prick deep inside her to bring another long, low moan from her throat. This was what he had been needing – a real woman who knew how to respond to a man – not just his pretty little Lynn whining all the time because he didn't give her enough attention. This woman knew what life was all about!
Ed squirmed and ground his loins down into the writhing flaccid flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching up inches off the mattress from the strength of her upward thrusts. She groaned ceaselessly beneath him, meeting his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in the age-old primitive rhythm of mating, her mouth gaping wide open and her head flailing wildly from side to side on the pillows in crazed wantonness.
"Oh, it's goooood, so goooood. Now, put a finger in my ass, pleeeease," she begged him, her dazed eyes imploring, unseeing as she looked up at him.
Her depraved request took him aback for a moment, but he obediently reached under her, between her buttocks, as he hammered rhythmically into the wetness of her cunt. He probed for a moment between her wide-stretched ass-cheeks, then found the tight puckered opening. There was a small trickle of moisture running down into the softly giving crevice from where his hard rod of flesh was disappearing up into her pussy, and it wetted the tiny hole, lubricating it slightly as he searched experimentally for a moment with the end of his finger. Feeling the elastic rim give a little, he pushed hard and then suddenly the tight hairless nether ring gave way completely and his finger popped in up to the second knuckle. The redhead leapt upwards, the pain of the intrusion registering on her features.
"Ah, God, more, more!" Marian pleaded as the expression on her face gradually changed to one of what seemed to be masochistic pleasure.
Ed pushed in farther, sinking the finger until it was buried to the palm of his hand. She grimaced again, but despite the pain, he felt her suddenly begin to grind her ass back on the unnatural impalement. He rotated it inside, twisting it around in the velvety depths of her rectum, and he could feel the thin wall of flesh that separated the two passages, the underside of his swollen prick sliding in and out of her. He began to skewer her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she moaned and groaned below him. She jerked once, as his fingernail caught on the inner tender flesh of her anal passage, scraping it, but then caught up the cadence again, opening her legs wide out over the bed to allow him greater access to the indecent ravishment of her loins.
Ed sensed the pressure in his penis building, building inside her, his cock growing and expanding in her vagina from the sperm boiling in his testicles as they thudded flatly against her buttocks below. Surely it would not be much longer, he silently hoped, for he didn't know how long he could hold back now. She had to cum soon. Then he began to ram his finger into her rectum with long hard strokes in time to the deep plungings of his cock, trying to bring her over the crest. He could tell that she was almost there as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, pulsing them around his hips to the tempo of his driving thrusts into her. He could hear her gasping beneath him, the sounds forced from deep in her throat as though she no longer controlled her own breath. He fucked into her pitilessly, without pausing for a moment, exerting all his strength to bring the luscious redhead to orgasm as well as himself.
"Oh, fuck it, fuck it, harder, fuck my cunt harder," she mewled mindlessly, spurring him on with the pounding of her heels against his back. She jack-knifed her legs back and pressed her knees up tight against her breasts, flattening the warm fleshy mounds, as she strained for the final explosion so near now.
Suddenly she screamed, "I'm cumming, I'm cummmmming!" Her lips hung wide open in ecstatic abandon as she repeated the almost unintelligible statement over and over to herself until the gasping sounds coming from her throat were nothing more than incoherent syllables whose meaning might be anything. She stretched back her thighs tighter until the entirety of her hungry pink vaginal slit was offered up to him to plunder at will. Her ankles pressed up against his shoulders, her groin squirming beneath him in a kind of primeval dance of uninhibited ecstasy. Her mouth hung open and she looked through his face as though he were not really there, fucking her until she was insane with rapture.
A low gurgling scream suddenly spilled from the edges of her lips and her nostrils flared wide as she suddenly screwed her open cunt up higher on his thrusting prick, locking herself to his loins as her entire body jerked in the final, nerve-shattering throes of female orgasm. She stopped breathing for an endless minute, then exhaled as if she had been hit in the stomach by an angry fist, her spent body collapsing limply into the mattress. She lay motionless except for the slight uncontrollable quivering of her cunt still clenched tightly around his angrily pulsating cock. He shoved far into her and then lay quiet, allowing her a moment of rest. It was all he could do to keep from starting to screw into her again. For the first time, he was sorry that Lynn had been a virgin when he married her. His sweet little wife could do with a little of the experience that made this older redhead the best fuck he had ever had. He wished impatiently that she would hurry up and come to life again, so that he could cum too.
"Good God, that was some ride, dear," she said gaspingly. "I don't care if you are just a young punk, that's got to be one of the greatest fucks I've had in a long time!"
Not realizing that Marian was echoing her husband's appraisal of the junior executive, Ed smiled at the mumbled compliment, trying to ignore the aching pressure in his balls. "Well, that's great," he nodded, "but you're not finished yet."
"I know, dear, I know. But why don't you roll over on your back," she smiled sweetly up at him, "and I'll give you a little treat for holding back for me for such a long time."
He did not understand what she was planning to do, but reluctantly slipped his cock out of her, his hardness sliding wetly out of the deep warmth of her pussy. God, he hated to take it out of there, he was so close to cumming himself, but now that she had cum, he knew that he had lost the temporary power he had held over her and had to play the game according to her rules again. It would be best the first time until he was more certain of himself when he made love to her. He had had very little experience with girls in high school and college, not because he had not wanted to, but it had always seemed that there was no time left after he was finished studying for the degree that would get him the executive position he wanted so badly. As for Lynn, hell, she'd been so busy complaining the last few years that he hadn't even bothered to really try to make love to her anymore. Well, maybe after he had picked up a little more experience from Marian McHenry, she'd be a little more grateful for the time he did spend with her, he thought to himself, rolling off of the softness of Marian's belly and onto his back, thin, sticky trails of her orgasmic fluid following his penis across her firm white thigh.
He lay flat on his back, tenseness in his muscles, his erect cock pointing high toward the ceiling of the bedroom. She turned on her side toward him and reached out with her hand to stroke him, sliding the loose flesh of his foreskin up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused the ache in his loins to increase almost to the point of agony. Marian then rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing moist head of his prick. The redhead held it lightly with both hands and dropped her head slowly toward the hardness of him, her pink tongue flicking forward until its tip bored tantalizingly into the wetness of the tiny slit at the end. He sucked his breath in, chills rippling along his spine at the sudden, unexpected contact. She lowered her head all the way down and engulfed the whole of the moist, sensitive head in the warm, exciting pressure of her mouth. Her lips tightened around it just below the head, enclosing it completely like another hungrily nibbling little pussy and eliciting a long, low groan from him at the exciting sensation.
"Christ!" he grunted as he lifted his head up to gaze down at her contorted face. Just the sight of his hard rod of flesh sunk half-way between her ovaled lips increased the sensation twice as much. His penis was still wet from the juices of her climax and gleamed like a wet log along the part she had not yet taken between her soft moist lips. She massaged the soft, wrinkled skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his prick between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck eagerly up and down. Ed could feel the softness of her tongue swirling maddeningly around it at the apex of withdrawal, the pointed tip flicking thrillingly at the tiny opening of the glans on the end. He flexed his hips, his head still raised, and watched her red hair dancing as she bobbed up and down over him. The very sight of her fired his passion all the more.
Marian could sense his throbbing response and began to suck his prick a little harder, letting the tips of her teeth dig gently into the hard resisting skin, leaving small white trails where they scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Then, without removing her mouth from his cock, she shifted her position over his thigh and kneeled on all fours between his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, jerking his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue lashed out, swiping around and around the pulsating head until Ed felt it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all of the rigid shaft deep into her throat. She would surely choke, he thought, but she kept on and on with the wild sucking of him.
He could feel deep in his balls a great building of swirling heat and he knew that he would erupt soon. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat dropping in thin streams from the sides of her body as she bucked over him like a she-devil gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the strain as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing even deeper between the moistness of her sucking lips. He saw thin pink ridges of flesh pull out from her mouth, clinging eagerly to his stroking prick. He groaned again and again, his mouth working crazily, and incoherent mutterings came like hisses from between his tightly-clenched teeth.
Suddenly, his moment arrived.
He gasped, a low guttural sound that started from somewhere deep in his chest, as he felt the boiling hot sperm begin to make its nerve-scorching dash from his testicle sacs and begin spurting in thin hot streams into her omnivorously working mouth. Marian's cheeks expanded and hollowed like a blacksmith's bellows as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking on them. Still, she continued to suck madly as he emptied every last drop of the hot milky cum into the wetness of her mouth. His hands tangled into her hair with savage fury and he pressed her head down on the throbbing prick, shoving the squirting head all the way down into her throat. The redhead coughed sporadically as she swallowed to regain her breath and he moaned his last, grunting in complete fulfillment. Then, inch by inch, his cock deflated in her mouth, even though she continued the gentle sucking, milking off every last drop of the hot sticky cum from his exhausted cock.
She had sucked him dry and with a groan he collapsed, arms out, back across the mattress. Marian nibbled gently at him for a while, her head resting softly on his thigh, then crawled up over his body to cradle his head against her full, still-heaving breasts. He was too spent to return the gentle kiss she leaned down to place on his lips.
"There. Was it as good as I promised?" she said softly after a minute.
"I… well, I…" he struggled, trying to find the proper words of appreciation.
"That's all right, Ed, baby. Tell me later," she chuckled gently, snuggling up against the warmth of his body. "Let's just rest here for a few minutes…"
"Mmmmmm," was all he could manage before his eyes fluttered shut and he fell into a light doze of exhaustion.