As George took her arm and led her down the darkened hallway of the Executive Club, Lynn had thought that she heard strange noises coming from behind one of the doors, sounds like the shrill squeaking of bedsprings and perhaps a woman's voice crying out. But, after what she had seen down in the salon, Lynn wouldn't have been surprised to find out that one of the couples who were watching the show downstairs had decided to make love in a private room. At least, they would have shown a little more delicacy than most of the members who had been writhing on the couches and the carpeted floors like a whole zoo of animals suddenly gone into heat.
After the sweltering heat of the salon, this part of the building seemed pleasantly cool and Lynn could feel the perspiration drying on her forehead. As shocked and excited as she had been while watching the young girl and the German Shepherd, the darkness of the hallway and the lingering effects of the drinks smoothed out her nerves and made her feel free to lean gratefully on George's supporting arm. He really was being very nice tonight, she thought to herself, and she really couldn't blame him for having become aroused during the lewd performance. After all, she had become aroused as well – more than she cared to remember. In fact, she couldn't deny that the fires of passion were still smoldering inside her, and she could feel the sticky moisture between her thighs where it had flowed excitedly out of her.
The simple action of walking seemed to be re-igniting the embers of desire and sending sharp tingling waves of unwanted pleasure spreading out in all directions from her inflamed clitoris. Even the light shiftings of her clothing as she moved were sparking her already painfully hard nipples to even greater heights of distracting sensation.
"Are we almost there, George?" the tiny blonde inquired nervously. "I… I think I'd better sit down, right away…"
"Just a few more feet… ah, here it is, my dear," McHenry said softly. "We'll just rest in here until you feel a little better. I had to admit that that was one of the most realistic performances that we've had in a long time. It might take me a few minutes to recover, myself!"
Lynn didn't have to wonder what he was talking about. Even though she was fighting her arousal with all her strength, the flutterings of passion she felt were just as intense as they had been while they watched the lovely young girl being fucked from behind by the lust-maddened dog.
She waited a moment while McHenry fumbled with the door's lock, then passed through the doorway, blinking hard at the light he had just switched on. As she became accustomed to the brightness of the illumination, Lynn looked around her and realized with surprise that she was standing in the middle of a large, luxuriously furnished bedroom. The massive double bed that faced her was the last thing she had expected to see in the room they were going to, but then as she thought again, she realized that any place that presented obscene "floor shows" like the Executive Club would have to give its members a place to relieve the passion the floor show had inspired. She was certain now that her suspicions had been right about the sounds she had heard in the hallway coming in, but then another shattering thought struck her.
"If Ed and Marion aren't in the salon, where could they be, George?" she asked McHenry, trying to hide the fear in her voice.
"Oh, there's a wine cellar downstairs, or maybe they decided to take a walk," he shrugged, smiling a little as he guessed what was going on in her mind. He too had heard the grunts and moans from behind the closed door and, though he didn't know or care what young Waring sounded like when he fucked, he'd recognized his wife, Marian's usual wild cries of ecstasy.
For a crazy moment, Lynn considered running back out into the hallway and banging on that other door until the people inside identified themselves, but she quickly got control over her raging jealousy. If the people inside weren't Ed and Marian, and she had no reason to suppose they were, then she would embarrass herself and Ed in front of some very disgruntled company executive and his partner. She hoped against hope that Ed might be down in the cellar discussing vintage wines with Marian. In fact, she mournfully decided, she wouldn't even mind if he had deserted her to take the sexy redhead out for a walk in the snowy streets – Only please, she silently prayed, don't let that be him on that squeaking bed with her in the other room.
Then, Lynn suddenly and unexpectedly forgot her anxieties as a strange wave of strong, mind-reeling desire rose in her, dizzying her and confusing her. McHenry stepped closer to her to encircle her shoulders with his arm and Lynn gripped his hand for support. She was grateful that McHenry was being such a gentleman, so helpful and understanding. One would never had known from his behavior that he had been touching her so intimately, less than five minutes ago. She automatically clenched her thighs together as the memory of his hand on her breasts and between her legs flickered momentarily through her mind, causing a secret shame to rise to her cheeks. But the pressure placed on her clitoris by her tightly-squeezed vaginal lips only stimulated her more and she could not understand why she was suddenly the victim of these unnaturally powerful sexual urges.
Perhaps the alcohol was affecting her, she thought, casting about frantically for an explanation of the erotic feelings inflaming her whole body. Surely it could not still be the effects of having watched the obscene performance, for at that moment she could not even remember the young girl's face or much of anything else. Her only thought was to find some form of relief for the inferno inside her… one that seemed to have come up out of nowhere…
"How do you feel, my dear?" McHenry ventured tentatively as he noticed the expression of worried befuddlement that clouded her pretty, youthful face.
"I feel funny… there's something wrong with me, I think," she muttered uncertainly.
"That's strange. That drink should have made you feel just fine," George grinned, unable to hide his lewd jubilation as he saw that the aphrodisiac had undoubtedly taken effect on the lush-bodied young wife.
"I know and I must have drunk at least four," she moaned, then gasped as a flash of terrible comprehension crossed her mind. "Drank four…" she slowly repeated, then looked up at McHenry with frightened accusation in her eyes. "You said that drink sometimes made people feel… sexy…" she said slowly as if not wanting to believe what she was thinking. "W-w-what did you give me?"
"That's right, my dear. And it did loosen up your nerves, wouldn't you say?" he said with a lewd smile.
"Oh, my God! You couldn't have," she wailed, then, in an effort to prove to him that she wasn't under the power of the strange licorice-flavored liquor, she straightened her body and calmly announced, "Besides, I don't feel a thing…"
But her own voice betrayed her and seemed to come from a long ways away, a shaky weak sound that was not at all what she had intended. Her brain was befogged with vagueness and lassitude, and nothing but the sweet burning pulsations in her breasts and loins seemed to matter right now. She knew she had been duped and cruelly tricked, but still nothing was real at that moment but the strange sexual stirrings that were gradually taking over her mind and body.
She could not find the strength to struggle when her husband's boss calmly walked over to her and began to unfasten her dress. What was worse, she really wanted it to be happening – she wanted to be naked and have her desire-filled body touched and fondled until the unwanted flames were finally doused.
She stared at the paunchy, balding, middle-aged man before her, the struggle between her shame and the drug-induced lust bringing tears of frustration to her eyes. Earlier this evening, she did not believe she would ever have a friendly conversation with George McHenry and now she was defenseless with passion with this near-stranger. He had pulled her dress down until it fell around her ankles and she could feel the cool rush of air against her bared flesh. He turned his attention to the snaps of her brassiere next and she heard him mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he pulled the garment away with infuriating boldness and her full white breasts burst into the open air.
"Ooooh, God, Mr. McHenry, please don't, I can't stand it," the young voluptuous wife groaned helplessly. But he slipped down to his knees in front of her, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties, licking his lips nervously, and, rolled them slowly down over the softness of her lush round buttocks to reveal the firm white flesh of her hips and the delicate tracery of blue veins that marked her smooth, flat belly and inner thighs like exciting charts of promise. Lynn's husband's boss played indecisively for a few moments with the snaps of her garters, his eyes roaming greedily over her naked young flesh.
"Have you ever been fucked with your garter belt and stockings on?" he murmured softly.
"No! No, please, I can't do this," she protested, weakly trying to struggle away from his hands that grasped her smooth, rounded hips.
"Good! Then, we'll leave them on for effect," he decided with a sadistic grin. "It will make you feel so much more sensual, my dear."
Lynn was completely naked now except for the sheer black stockings and the garter belt that was no more than a thin wisp of lace-trimmed elastic around her lower hips. She wanted to run, to hide her nakedness from McHenry's burning gaze, but she could do nothing but stand there, as he stared greedily at her magnificently formed breasts and then down at the soft warm flesh of her quivering lovely thighs and softly curling pubic strands. She flinched and uttered a sharp little cry as she suddenly felt his lips pressing tightly into the nude flesh of her belly. The unexpected contact sent a chill racing up the length of her spine and she unthinkingly reached forward with her hands, clasping his head to keep from falling.
Mistaking her gesture for total surrender George slid his lips down the satiny skin of her belly to the blonde fleecy mound below, spreading the golden pubic hair with his thumbs and allowing the cool air to play on the moist sensitive flesh that was revealed. He peered hungrily at the deliciously glistening little coral split he had laid open, then moved his head forward again, flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moistly flowering opening of her vagina.
"Oh, nooooo," she breathed as his tongue licked wetly up through her lewdly parted pussy lips, teasing at her like some demon from hell. The lust-inciting drink he had given her was driving her nearly insane and, despite her sense of humiliation and the fact that she knew that this was horribly wrong, she trembled with the thrill of his shameless caress. She remembered that her own husband used to do this to her, long ago when they were first married, but hadn't had time for such things since he had become so busy with his career. My God, she thought to herself, this was heaven, and she wondered if she could ever face herself again after enjoying another man's tongue teasing into her naked vagina this much. Nothing had ever felt this good before and there was nothing else in the world now but the lashing tongue flicking down between her gradually weakening thighs.
Then, George fastened his lips around her throbbing clitoris, licking and sucking, and she began to involuntarily wiggle and squirm her hips in tiny uncontrollable circles, all the while grinding her pelvis with obscene abandon against his face. The entire length of her vaginal slit was flowering open to him and his eyes searched her face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into the hungrily pulsating little opening up between her legs. He felt her hands suddenly clasp tighter around his head, pulling his mouth into the parted softness of her sparse blonde pubic hair with the strength of a tigress. When he responded and moved forward on his knees a little more, pushing his weight against her, she lost her balance and staggered backward a few steps until the edge of the bed caught her behind her knees, and she fell flat on the mattress with a gasp of passion and surprise.
He rose, then, and leapt forward, clamping his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs, pushing her knees up toward her chest until the pink moist plane of the whole of her naked vagina was presented up to his salaciously leering face. Then, with a gleeful grin, he leaned over her and flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the soft moist flesh of her cunt. Feeling her tremble below him, he chuckled to himself and stabbed deeper into the tight hairless little ring.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive, rubbery opening brought a gasping moan from deep in her throat. Ed had never done this to her and, though it sent strange sensations of pleasure rippling out of control through her body, she was certain that she should stop him somehow. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and tried desperately to screw her buttocks away from the hot flicking tongue jabbing without mercy at her cringing asshole, but his only response was a lewd snicker and another spearing thrust into the defensively clenching little opening.
In spite of her revulsion at the horrible thing he was doing to her, she felt her body begin to respond with deep-rooted waves of passion that rippled from deep in her belly down to the throbbing flesh between her thighs. Even in her drug-dimmed mind, she could barely believe what she was doing and yet her buttocks jerked madly as the darting tongue sent helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves. The realization of what she was doing behind her young husband's back came flooding back into her consciousness and she fought with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness, but it was a futile effort while George McHenry sucked relentlessly at her naked wet loins below.
Her wantonly aroused body began to heave up against his thrusting tongue and her hands curled into his hair with a long, soul-stirring moan. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband and Marian McHenry; everything was forgotten but the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pin-pricks of fire.
George sensed her complete surrender to her body and with a sadistic grin, he suddenly forced his head out of the desperate grip of her hands and stood up on the floor beside the bed. Lynn blinked dazedly up at him, vaguely wondering why the delicious sucking of her vagina had abruptly stopped and unconsciously squirmed her hips up into the air as if someone would magically appear to quench the raw, secret fire that was raging within her heaving, hungry loins. Then, suddenly, she realized that he was stripping off his clothes. It seemed to take but a second before he was standing in front of her, completely naked, his thick, pulsing penis jutting out like a tree trunk from between his legs.
Gasping, she stared openly at the heavily-veined shaft rising with the ominous aspect of a totem pole from beneath the man's fleshy belly. Her senses were now so inflamed that she could barely focus her eyes but the throbbing organ seemed to be at least twice as large as her husband's, the broad hard head flexing and spreading as she watched. She cringed inwardly, thinking that no woman could possibly take something that monstrous in her body… She would be impaled all the way up to her breasts, forever ruined for her husband or any other man again.
"Oh no, Mr. McHenry, we can't do this," she suddenly cried out, her eyes wide with fear. "I couldn't face Ed again… we-we were just going to sit here and talk!"
"That wasn't talking you were doing a few minutes ago, my dear," McHenry taunted her. "No, we have something much more enjoyable ahead of us. I've been looking forward to this ever since I first saw you at that cocktail party!"
"Then… then, I wasn't imagining it!" she thought aloud as the brutal realization that she had been led into this hit her with the impact of a cannon ball.
"No more than you're going to imagine my hard prick when I shove it up that sweet little pussy of yours," he said crudely, his lips curled back in a wicked sneer as he took the massive rod in both hands and waved it tauntingly at her.
Lynn lay frozen under the mockery of his obscene words. And yet their very lewdness excited her even more, until she couldn't understand her own reactions to what was happening. Her husband's boss' fervent licking and sucking of her vagina had turned her entire body into a tense bundle of raw nerve ends that she was powerless to control and she felt as though she would do almost anything to satisfy this insistent craving for release that she felt. Still, she could not bear the thought of another man touching her behind Ed's back and she numbly shook her head back and forth as George strode confidently toward the bed.
"Now, you haughty little bitch, I'm going to fuck you shitless," he breathed, panting hard at the sight of her voluptuous body lying aroused and helpless on the mattress before him.
He wasted no more words, but grasped her shoulders to move her into a better position. length-wise, on the bed, then used her firm, ripe young breasts for leverage as he pulled himself on top of her, his heavier weight along the length of her body squashing her down into the bedspread. Settling directly between her fearfully quivering thighs, he pried them wider apart with his own thighs as he pulled her tightly against him and dropped one hand down between them to take his long, lustfully throbbing cock in his fingers and guide it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the sparse blonde pubic hair and the wet, fleshy lips of her moistly quivering pussy. She turned her head to one side on the bed, closing her eyes and gasping as she felt the first hot startling contact against the waiting nerve ends of her openly glistening cunt. She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, lying motionless in utter defeat beneath him, too afraid to move or even breathe.
"Aaaaah," she breathed as she felt the first cruel pressure of his huge rock-hard rod of flesh against the tender outer lips of her vagina.
"Oh, noooooooo!" she suddenly cried a moment later as the bulbous tip slipped mercilessly into her, brutally stretching the tiny, fleece-lined mouth until the lewdly spread young woman felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward force of his probing.
"George, please stop! You're hurting me, you're hurting me!"
She was almost screaming as she jerked open her eyes in agony and saw that he had not even heard her, but was lost in the sadistic delight of the slow, pitiless penetration of her cunt. Suddenly, as she watched, the grin on his face faded and his features twisted into a contorted expression of sheer animal lust as he looked down at the defenseless young wife of his employee lying spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his rampantly throbbing penis disappearing inch by inch into the soft blonde curling hair of her pussy. He fell forward then, his weight smashing her full rounded tits back against her heaving chest as he thrust his hips forward and rammed into her soft hot belly, the long, thick prick gliding into her cunt like a raging battering ram and pushing the soft delicate walls of her cunt in tiny rippling swells of vainly resisting flesh. There was no stopping him until, with a loud groan, his sperm-inflated balls smacked loudly against the upturned cheeks of her nakedly quivering buttocks.
It was too much! She had never been so utterly stuffed in her life, and his rock-hard, heavily-veined cock felt as though it had torn her vagina into a thousand tiny shreds. There was not one single tiny ridge of flesh on its surface that she could not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft, sensitive flesh of her pussy, encased in the moist hot sheath like a sword planted cruelly in his victim's belly.
"How's that, my proud young Mrs. Waring?" he tormented above her as he felt her insides relaxing to receive him deep into her womb. She was whimpering and pleading desperately as he began to fuck ruthlessly into her, enjoying the knowledge that her aphrodisiac drugged body could not help but follow him and was already beginning to hump back in tiny spasmodic jerks in response to his own merciless thrusts between her hopelessly spread thighs.
Lynn groaned as if in agony, shocking even herself at her obscene need for him as she threw up her arms to wrap them tightly around McHenry's neck, pulling his hairy chest down into the soft whiteness of her beautiful white breasts. He plunged his long cock in and out, filling and emptying her, sinking his long slippery prick back and forth between her vaginal lips and on up to her cervix until he knew her last defenses were completely shattered and nothing could stop her desperate race for fulfillment now.
"Oh, God, oh yes, oh yesssss," she breathed without thought of shame, her entire being lost in the overpowering pleasure that had replaced the initial pain of his impalement of her. He slipped his hands down her sides and grasped the wildly pumping cheeks of her writhing ass, jerking them up off the mattress to gain better access to the moist wet hole of her cunt. Then, pressing further forward, he slid his palms down to her knees and forced her legs up off the bed and pushed them brutally back over her shoulders until her toes pressed painfully into the bed on either side of her head. Her tortured body was bent back double, jack-knifed, the stress on her strained muscles almost causing her to beg for mercy. The glistening, wet flattened plane of her naked loins was presented up to him to do with as he willed as he increased the power of his thrusts, driving in with long, hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes, cramming the last inch of his cock into her with thundering lust, until fresh ecstatic moans fell from her lips, resounding through the bedroom like the cries of a wounded female deer. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back and fixed hypnotically on the ceiling above the rhythmically groaning bed.
George McHenry sweated above her, moving suddenly into smoother strokes into the hotly steaming passage leading to her belly as her long tapered nails clawed frantically at him, to pull him further into her. Deliberately teasing her, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke, then thrust forward again into her uplifted buttocks until he could feel the hard slap of his testicles against the unprotected crevice of her anus. Wet juicy smacking sounds filled the room with each brutal fuck-stroke he made into her, blending in tempo with the sounds of their hoarse breathing and the rhythmic lurching squeaks of the bed.
George placed his hands on either side of her and lifted himself, so that he could watch the hopelessly defeated young wife's face. It was something he did not want to miss, the humiliating surrender of this smooth, soft-bodied young wife of Ed Waring who had thought he was so evil and disgusting just a few hours ago. Now, she was reduced to nothing more than a raw, squealing mass of helpless lust. He had known that it would be easy to seduce her from the way she had responded to his touches, the first night he brought her to the Executive Club. Even though he was sure she thought she was just a sweet, conservative wife, true to her husband in every way, he had seen the latent hot streak in her that even she didn't realize she had. Well, she had been brought to life tonight and he could think of nothing nicer than having this little hot pants at his disposal whenever he wanted her. He heard her sharp gasps of pleasure as he stabbed into her, impaling her deeper with each thrust, and she was loving it, fucking back shamelessly, urging him on with every stroke.
"Oh, god, fill me deeper, fill me! Give me more!" she begged, gasping as if she were close to death.
"You love it, don't you? You love cock just like any other hot little whore!" he demanded, ramming harder for emphasis. "You're going to be my fucking little whore, aren't you?"
"Whore?" she faltered for a moment, not certain what McHenry was saying to her. But then she realized that it was true. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and she was now no better than a slut from the street. She would never be the same again.
"Yes, a whore!" He spat venomously down at her, relishing the confused mixture of pleasure and debasement he saw on her face. "From now on you'll fuck when I want you to, if you don't want your husband to know what kind of slut you are. And you'll love it, because you're nothing but a hot little whore!"
"Oooooooh, yessss… yessssss," she sobbed, out of her head with the humiliating truth of her confession. Now that she had succumbed to the terrible temptation, she was lost. She would have to submit to this horrible man's every desire, just to keep her husband, Ed, from the terrible truth of her own weakness. Yet, whore that she was, she didn't care now. Nothing was real to her but the sweet hot pleasure that moved her nakedly rounded buttocks in uncontrolled frenzy up and down, from side to side, spiraling her starving cunt up the full length of his huge plunging cock to gain every atom of sensation she possibly could.
McHenry grinned triumphantly as he increased the viciousness of his strokes until his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the ragged pink flanges of her delicious little pussy, his unusually large cock dipping deep down into the far hidden recesses of her writhing belly. He felt the cords of her neck and thighs stand out and tense as she squirmed and fucked back insanely under him, working toward her climax, aching to have the older man shoot his sperm into her proud young stomach that only her own husband had cum in before. Just then, though, he decided to complete his conquest and subject her to something totally unexpected. He slid his fingers down over the tight smooth skin of her buttocks and found the tiny elastic-rimmed anus cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working in a slow flexing rhythm with the movement of her wetly clenching cunt walls as she pushed against his loins. His finger shoved into it with a quick hard movement and he felt the tender rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.
"Oooooooh," she gasped in painful protest at the unexpected intrusion, the plea tumbling from her lips in surprise.
But he thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her helpless grunts of pain and humiliation.
"Oh, pleeeeease, nooo," she shrieked, trying to twist away from this indecent outrage against her tiny cringing anus.
But there was no respite.
He worked his finger lewdly around inside her warm rubbery depths, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it wormed into the warm, tightly clinging passage. The deep guttural noises coming from her chest changed slowly into whimpers of pain for a moment, then began to be replaced by greater moans of masochistic pleasure as her anus gradually became accustomed to the strange, unnatural invasion.
A smile of pure victory broke across his contorted face as he felt her begin to slowly, hesitantly, screw her buttocks back on his hand, impaling her obscenely stretched rectum on the buried fingers as he probed them methodically around in the warm rubbery depths. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard, throbbing cock in her cunt and his fingers shoved cruelly up her asshole. And now, whimpering and moaning beneath him, she increased her twisting and bucking movements under the double ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheeks of her ass to where his penis was pistoning sleekly in and out of her pussy and could feel the wet, hair-lined lips clasping tightly around his rampaging cock. He could feel their softness pulling and giving with each long, hard, jackhammer thrust he made into her.
He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she thrashed her body wildly beneath him. He knew that she was his now, completely, utterly, and had no intention of showing the least bit of mercy or human compassion. He wanted to hear her plead for his hot cum, to beg for her proud little belly to be filled with it, so that she would remember, long after this night was over, what power he had wielded over her body and mind.
"Tell me, whore, tell me what you want," McHenry growled as he purposefully slowed his stroking movements and teasingly sunk his penis only half-way into her. "Do you want me to fuck you until I shoot my cum into your hungry little cunt?"
"Oh yes, yes, pleeeease!" the voluptuous blonde gasped, her pride completely trampled as she lay pinned and naked under his weight. The thought of begging him to drive the huge cock into her and empty his balls into her belly was unthinkable, but she was beyond caring now and yearned only for her own climax that was now so close.
"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness.
"I… I…" she said, hesitating to submit to this last final degradation. This she knew would be the final surrender. There would be no escaping him ever again. It was the only thing she had left. By cruel trickery, he had taken everything else from her, her pride in her fidelity to her husband, her self-respect, everything was gone now. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg as well. And yet, she knew she would. The aphrodisiac pulsed in her bloodstream like a lust-lit neon sign, sending searing electrical signals through her nerves and building her excitement to a crest that would surely drive her mad if she did not find relief. At last, closing her eyes so that she would not have to face the sadistic delight in his eyes, she forced herself to cry out:
"For God's sake, do it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Shoot your cum into my cunt! Now! Please, fuck me now!"
Grunting his approval of her obedience, McHenry again increased the tempo of his lunges, grinding his pelvis hard and deep between her widespread thighs so that his cock bore far up into the hidden recesses of her heaving belly. Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hard nipples digging into him like the buttons of a coat. The fire of sheer animal desire flared madly in his lunging groin and he too was now aware of nothing else in the world but the exciting fact that this beautiful young girl was going insane beneath him, grinding her hot little ass around in abandon and kicking with her heels against his shoulders as he dug more and more savagely into her. Of all the hot young bitches he had fucked under the same circumstances at the Executive Club, this one was among the best, if not the very best! And this time, it wouldn't just be a one-shot fuck, like all the other would-be executives' wives he had fucked. This one was going to be doing everything he wanted until the day her punk-husband got wise to what was going on, if he ever did. The very thought made the sperm boil in his testicles and he thrust faster, digging deep, deep inside her.
"Oh, ooooooohhh, Gooooodddd! I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmingg nowwwww!" she suddenly squealed in a high-pitched voice as she locked her slim, desperately straining ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring upper torso. Her body heaved and she held on to him desperately, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a lewd pulsating rhythm that served to spew her orgasmic fluids out around his still-hard driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass, soaking his sperm-loaded balls and the two fingers still buried in her tiny puckered anus.
George felt her jerk up toward him, the lips of her tightly locked little cunt working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short panting gasps and she moaned involuntarily, feeling his own hot wet sperm suddenly shoot from the tip of his cock far into her soft, hungrily quivering belly.
Her head whirled in mindless sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts surged into her, filling her with its warm sticky wetness and mingling with her own cum juices in a wet pool of forbidden joy that Lynn had never before imagined. Then, after a long moment of gasping sighs, Lynn's young, perfectly sculptured body was drained of everything and her arms and legs collapsed loosely out to her sides as McHenry's iron cupped grip on her buttocks slowly relaxed. She shuddered for a second as he pulled his fingers from her ravaged anus with a soft, almost fart-like hissing sound, then lay motionless, her body beaten and satiated as it had never been before. Tears welled in her blue eyes as her shame and humiliation returned and she remembered where she was and whose thick penis it was that was still soaking deep in her still-pulsating vagina.
"Please, let me up, Mr. McHenry," she said finally, attempting to regain a little of the dignity that had been torn from her in the debasing experience she had undergone. "I… I have to find m-my h-husband."
The thought of Ed brought fresh tears trickling from her eyes and she wondered how she would ever explain her long absence to him. No matter what he might have done tonight, she had no valid excuse for allowing George McHenry to make love to her and she silently vowed that Ed must never, never know about what she had done.
"Oh, of course, my dear," the older man smiled condescendingly down at her misery. "Here, let me pull it out."
She closed her eyes at the sight of his lewd grin and trembled slightly as she felt him lift his hips, withdrawing his now-soft penis from her sperm-flooded pussy with a soft, wet sucking noise. A cool rush of fresh air flowed over her loins when he rolled from her body and she heaved a long sigh of anguished relief. She had not even realized that someone had quietly opened the door and slipped into the room until she opened her eyes and saw Marian McHenry's smirking face as the tall, redheaded woman leaned over the bed on which Lynn and her husband lay naked and panting.
"Oh, God, Marian," Lynn moaned in horror at the other woman seeing her like this, naked, her belly filled with the wetness of the older woman's husband's sperm. She pulled up the fabric of the bedspread that hung over the side of the bed, vainly trying to cover her naked body. No matter what she had thought of the redhead before, Lynn now felt only compassion for her, imagining that she was hurt and horrified at having discovered her husband in the act of making love to another woman. "I don't know what happened… I know you'll never forgive me, but please don't blame George… it was my fault…" the young blonde sobbed, trying desperately to patch up what she thought must be the terrible pain the older woman was experiencing. "I swear I'll never come in this place again… I'll never go near your husband…"
"Now, now, let's not get carried away, dear."
"I don't know how to convince you…" Lynn went on tearfully, then stopped as the redhead's coolly-uttered words penetrated her consciousness. The humiliated blonde had been wringing her hands and staring down at the floor all the time she had been talking but now she looked up at George's wife and saw that the beautiful older woman did not appear upset in the least. In fact, the redhead's expression was one of bored amusement.
Confused, Lynn turned to George for some explanation but was faced with only the sight of his bare buttocks as he leaned over the edge of the bed to pull a pack of cigars from his jacket-pocket. She watched in astonishment as he righted himself on the mattress and calmly lit one of the long, black Havanas.
"M-maybe I should leave," Lynn said to no one in particular and was about to swing her legs off the bed, when McHenry reached out and took hold of her arm.
"Not so fast, my dear," he grinned evilly around the cigar in his mouth. "You wouldn't want poor Marian to run out screaming to your dear husband about what she found in here?"
"But… but, she's not upset," Lynn protested. "I guess you two don't care what each other does. But Ed would be -"
"Exactly, dear," Marian interrupted impatiently, then chuckled at the look of horror that crossed Lynn's face. "That's right, you've guessed it. It's a little blackmail."
"But, I haven't got any money," the tiny blonde whispered feebly. Now that she realized what she had done, she would gladly pay the McHenrys' or anyone else to keep Ed from knowing anything about it, but how could she? For a terrible second, she visualized her whole marriage falling to ruins because of one terrible mistake she had made.
"We're not interested in your household allowance, my dear," McHenry snickered. He allowed his gaze to roam insultingly over her barely covered body before he went on. "We'd just like to have you entertain some guests for us at a party next week… just like you entertained me tonight…" Once again, his eyes lingered approvingly over the ripe young contours of her body. "And you did very well, my dear, very well…"
"All right, George!" Marian suddenly snapped and Lynn's eyes darted up to catch a gleam of unmistakable jealousy in the older woman's glance. The tiny blonde felt a flash of apprehension at the look on Marian's face, but then forgot it as the redhead turned to face her with an inquiring smile. "Well, dear, what do you say? It could help your husband too – there'll be no one but executives there and I'm certain they'll all be horrified when they hear you're not a member of the club."
Once again, Lynn was threatened by the sarcasm she heard in Marian's tone, but she was not certain that she had not merely imagined it in her guilt. Why would the gorgeous woman be jealous of her, an unsophisticated young housewife, when Marian had such an obviously exciting life? At the same time, her mind worked frantically, trying to devise some escape from the terrible trap into which McHenry had led her like an unsuspecting baby lamb. But there was no way out. She knew it already – just as she had known it when George had called her a "whore" earlier, when his lust-hardened cock had been spearing in and out of her traitorously responding vagina. She had made herself a slut when she had given in to the seemingly-irresistible temptation, and now she would have to give her body again to keep her marriage intact. There was no other way, except to tell Ed, and she knew that her husband would never forgive her… if he found out the truth.
"You don't leave me much choice," she finally said slowly, trying to blink back the tears of frustration and shame that were rising to her eyes.
The lovely blonde looked from one to the other of the two McHenrys', trying to find some sign of pity or compassion in their faces, but found instead only two pairs of coldly amused eyes. Their cruel indifference in the face of her suffering filled her with resentment at the injustice of her situation, but she could do nothing but stare back at them, contempt blazing in her eyes. "May I go out to my husband now? Are you finished with me?" she said coldly.
"My dear, I hope I'm never finished with you," George leered at her naked body as she rose from the bed and walked toward the crumpled pile of her clothing on the floor.
"Oh, shut up, George," Marian snapped irritably, then turned to the miserable young blonde. "If you're going to sulk, dear, we can just forget this. You'll be no good to us or our guests like that. Would you rather we told your husband about your indecent behavior or are you going to accept the terms without whining?" Then, apparently satisfied that she had driven the spike deeper into Lynn's heart, the redhead went on. "All right then, give me a call on Friday and I'll tell you our plans for the evening."
"Yes, Marian," Lynn humbly agreed as, with downcast eyes, she hurriedly donned her clothes. "Where can I find Ed?"
"Ed? Oh, he's gone home," Marian announced with studied nonchalance. "He got bored with the show and told me to tell you to come home whenever you liked."
"Oh, no! When did he go?" Lynn cried out, her blue eyes wide with alarm. She prayed that he did not leave long ago, so that she wouldn't have to dream up some explanation for what she was doing. The rattled blonde didn't feel like she was capable of making up a believable story in her present state of mind.
"Oh, a few minutes ago," the redhead shrugged. "Don't worry, if you hurry, you'll probably be home before he has his coat off. Besides, even if you were a little late, I doubt our Ed would have any suspicions about his sweet little wife…"
Her last words were lost on the blonde who had grabbed her purse and hurried out of the room to catch up with her departed husband and, after the door slammed, the silence in the room was broken only by the sound of George McHenry's satisfied chuckling.
"Oh, stop snickering, you bastard," his flaming-haired wife suddenly hissed.
"Why, what's wrong, Marian?" the naked, balding executive inquired, a look of injured innocence on his face. "Everything went according to plan didn't it?"
"Not quite. You two were making so much racket in here that her husband got curious and stuck his head in the door before I could stop him," she said disgustedly. "He got a good look, but I'm pretty sure he'd rather die than tell her that he saw her balling with someone else."
"So, what's your problem?" he shrugged.
"Well, I got a good look too, George, and I can't remember the last time you fucked me the way you were laying into that little slut!" she spat out furiously.
"Oh, Marian, you're not just a little jealous because she's almost twenty years younger than you, are you?" George crooned mockingly, then smiled affectionately at the fuming redhead. "Aw, come off it, sweetie, you know there's just no one else like you. These people are just fun to play with, that's all."
"Well, maybe I am a little jealous," she muttered, slightly mollified by his words. "But from now on, we give her to the other men, you hear? If I catch you with that little bitch again, I'll force her husband's hand, I swear it. I don't care if it will ruin the fun. I won't -"
"Calm down, sweetie," George softly interrupted, rising from the rumpled bed to take her in his arms. "You know I wouldn't think of doing anything you didn't like."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Huh? Oh, sure, Marian, sure," he murmured, barely aware of what he was saying. His eyes had a glassy, faraway look and his brain was already busy with the plans of what he would be doing to her the next time he got that luscious little blonde, Lynn Waring, into bed.