The next few days were sheer torture for Betty. Every waking moment, her brain was taunted with images of her wanton submission to Harvey Peterson's lewd fingering, and her ears seemed to be filled with her lascivious moans of pleasure. She couldn't seem to focus her attention on anything, and she couldn't shake loose from her brain the horrible memory of how she had acquiesced so easily to the modeling agent's manipulation. But even that wasn't the worst part, as far as Betty was concerned. If she had merely allowed Harvey to stroke her genitals, she wouldn't feel such self disgust and loathing, but she had enjoyed the lewd act to such an extent that she could not forgive herself. The very basic tenets of her upbringing balked at this betrayal by her body, and a cloud of humiliation seemed to follow her wherever she went.
The one thing that gave her a slight feeling of relief was that Doug didn't seem to notice anything. Betty was sure that her guilt was written all over her face, but luckily she had already been in bed when Doug had come home that night. But during the next few days, although she didn't really see too much of him, he didn't make any comment and Betty decided that the best thing to do was to forget the whole business, if she could. But that proved more difficult than she imagined. Her conscience was haunted by the enormity of her transgression, while her body continued to experience a kind of buoyant exhilaration which she had never felt before. At times, she even found herself thinking almost longingly of the sensual tremors which had cavorted up and down her spine when Harvey had been caressing her vagina, but she quickly put those illicit thoughts out of her head.
Since that episode with Peterson, she found that she just couldn't face the morning without the soothing additive of brandy in her coffee, and usually she had several cups of that. It was at moments like that, when her body was relaxed and untense, when she began to feel the recollective murmurs of pleasure. The strong liquor seemed to dull her brain, and with it, her ever-sharp conscience, while at the same time, it honed the edge of her senses and emphasized the physical frustration she felt.
It was weeks now since Doug had touched her – ever since that time when he had taken her rectally – and her body, grown accustomed to a regular diet of love-making, was beginning to feel the deprivation. She felt that that was the reason for her complete and total release that day when Harvey had stroked and fingered her vagina. But right now, she knew she was in a quandary. Things were going from bad to worse in their marriage, and she hardly saw Doug anymore. Now this contact with Harvey looked like it was falling through, and she couldn't rely on being a model as an out from her problems. She didn't know whether she wanted to hear from Peterson again. On the one hand, she didn't know if she could face him again, after her wanton display of lust just a few days ago. But, on the other hand, the future he had woven for her as a part-time model was a very enticing one, especially in her forlorn, desperate state, and it would be just terrible if she had to forget all about it now.
However, she didn't think that Harvey would get in touch with her. How could he, after what he had done to her? But Betty just didn't know what to do. Doug didn't show signs of wanting a reconciliation, and although she really didn't want to, she would make the first effort, if she wasn't afraid of being rebuked. That was the trouble – Doug just didn't seem interested any more. It was obvious that he didn't care what she was doing or feeling, and there was no telling how long that state of affairs would go on. And, she reflected bitterly, the root of the problem lay in Doug's despicable behavior. If he hadn't brutalized her that night, if he hadn't forced her to submit to his disgusting anal intercourse, she probably would never have listened to Harvey Peterson for a moment. It was only because she was so upset and depressed over that incident that she went along with Peterson… and where it had lead her?
Tears brimmed her eyes and trickled down her face. She had finished her second cup of coffee and brandy, and she still didn't feel an better. It was now four days since she had seen Harvey and had allowed herself to be so disgustingly used, and things seemed to be getting worse.
Dear God, what am I to do? Betty wept helplessly, unable to hide her misery and unhappiness any longer.
At that moment, the phone rang.
For a long second, Betty stared at the instrument, hardly able to believe that it was actually ringing. Probably a wrong number, she told herself, and then with alacrity, she leaped up and grabbed it.
"Hello!" she said breathlessly.
"Hello! Is that Betty?" It was Harvey!
The blood drained from Betty's face and her head started to reel.
"I hope you're not busy today," Harvey said quickly, "because I've got an assignment for you tomorrow."
"An assignment?" Betty echoed, her brain racing.
"Yes, at 9:30 tomorrow morning. And you're to wear their clothes, so you've got to go for a fitting today. You'll be paid half your hourly fee for that. Can you make it at 12 noon today?"
Betty was speechless. Her thoughts divided abruptly in her dazed brain and she didn't know what to say. She had an assignment, tomorrow! She just couldn't believe it… but how could Harvey call her like that, without any word or reference to what happened.
"Well, can you make it?" Harvey barked impatiently.
"Harvey, I don't…" Betty stammered, still not knowing what answer to give. Oh God, she'd love to take the job, but shouldn't she just disassociate herself completely from Peterson?
"Look, let me put it this way. The client, Nor-Dansk Furniture, are only just sold on you. They originally picked a blonde because of the Scandinavian image, but I sold them on the idea of a redhead as a gimmick. Now if you don't want it, or are you going to be choosy, they'll jump for the blonde!"
No, I couldn't bear to lose it, Betty thought immediately. There's no harm in it… I probably won't see Harvey again for a long time, and it is just what I want… a chance to break into modeling.
"Okay, Harvey, I'll be there…" Betty said breathlessly.
"Good girl," Harvey said, and gave her an address in one of the best sections of town. "All right, I'll see you at noon," he said as he hung up.
For a moment, Betty was stunned with her good news. She was going to be a model! A glance at the clock told her she had only an hour to get there, and she hurried into the bedroom. Then she recalled Harvey's parting shot. He'd be there! Trepidation filled Betty's heart. Harvey would be there, and she'd have to face him again.
But she wouldn't back out. She had to see him again sooner or later, and besides, there was bound to be other people there. No, she'd have to take the plunge. After all, that was what life was all about. What happened a few days ago was all a mistake. If Harvey tried anything like that again, she'd let him know where she stood…
Harvey Peterson, noting that it was almost noon, poured himself a drink and offered one to Jean. Betty would be here at any moment and if she saw that they were already drinking, she'd accept one more willingly. She really swallowed everything I told her, he congratulated himself. Still, he had to admit that he was feeling a little nervous. But that was not surprising. Betty was one hell of a woman and he didn't want to slip up. Of course, the client had been thrilled when they saw the shots of her and had wanted her immediately but Harvey thought he'd throw that bit in about the blonde to make the bait more appetizing. With hesitant types like Betty, you couldn't be too careful. He hadn't really been surprised at Nor-Dansk Furniture's wild response to the shots, and had hedged that he had to see if she was available. Well, if things worked out his way this afternoon, he just might get Betty to do the ad for them. After all, it would keep her happy and would result in a nice, fat fee for him.
At that moment, the doorbell sounded and Harvey knew that it was Betty. She was wearing a very elegant pantsuit and appeared poised and calm. But she seemed surprised that there was no one else but himself and Jean there.
"In cases like this, when we're in a real hurry, Jean and I just pick up the outfits from the client and fit them here in my apartment. It saves time and a lot of trouble."
Betty thought the explanation plausible and greeted Jean warmly. There was a sort of rapport between the two women and Betty was genuinely glad to see the older woman again.
"Any problems with fitting, Jean can handle it," Harvey assured her, and then offered her a drink.
"But shouldn't we…" she began hesitantly.
"A quick drink will loosen you up," Peterson told her and poured her a double Scotch.
Betty accepted it and sat beside Jean on the sofa.
"The ad is to be built around an elegant sitting room, with Nor-Dansk furniture the main attraction. But they want to have a very stunning woman, who is obviously getting ready to entertain some guests, to adorn the furniture. And that's where you, and these dresses," pointing to several long evening gowns, "come in!"
"They're beautiful!" Betty gasped in awe.
"The client thinks you're far more beautiful," Harvey said truthfully. "Now if you're ready, Jean can help you into one of the dresses. Try the silver lame one first."
Betty, when she stood up, found that she almost lost her balance and had to cling to the other woman for support. Oh God, what did I drink? she wondered as she stumbled over to the other room. Her head seemed to be reeling and she was glad that Jean was helping her, as the dress was tight and close-fitting. But when it was finally on, it looked as if it had been molded to her body. Jean wouldn't let her wear a brassiere, and the low, deep "vee" in front emphasized her voluptuously full breasts. There was a split, almost thigh-high in one side and the shimmering material sparkled and glinted as she moved. Jean wouldn't allow her to wear panties or stockings, either, saying that unless they were specially made, they would spoil the lines of the dress. Betty had felt strange about stripping completely naked in front of the other girl, but Jean didn't even seem to notice. She added a few touches to Betty's mane of tawny hair and then ushered her out to where Harvey was waiting.
Betty had forgotten almost about her incident with Harvey because he had been so pleasant, and so businesslike, but now, as she stepped into the living room, clad in the sexy, provocative dress, the memory of her submission and arousal came flooding back and crimsoned her face with embarrassment. Harvey's eyes seemed to devour her body, feasting on her sensual cleavage, riveting on the smooth sweep of her graceful hips.
"Pretty good… pretty good…" he said at length, after he had instructed her to turn slowly around. "But I think the black might be better!"
"I think this one is pretty spectacular," Jean said, and Betty had to agree with her.
"No, let's try the black," Harvey insisted. "After all; you don't want to outshine the furniture!"
Jean moved towards Betty and began to pull down the zipper of the dress.
"But… but…" Betty said startled, as she felt the edges of the dress fall away from her back. "Let's go into the other room!" she finished quickly.
"Why, honey?" Harvey sniggered. "I already know all your secrets…"
Betty felt a fiery blush creeping up her face. What did he mean? He had seen her body naked, when he had taken those photographs, but was he referring to the other day when he had fingered her pussy?
"I'd rather change in the other room," she said meekly, turning towards the door.
"Oh, don't be silly, Betty," Jean said briskly, easing down the dress, revealing Betty's proudly upswept breasts, the nipples already stiff and erect.
"Please, Jean," Betty began, tears starting to her eyes.
"You've got nothing to hide, have you?" Harvey said, his voice vaguely sneering.
Betty felt as if she had been turned to stone, and she stood motionless as Jean slipped the dress down over her hips. Numbly, she stepped out of it, and stood there, naked and shivering.
"Go get that black number, will you, Jean?" Harvey asked.
"Why, where is it?" Betty asked, suddenly not wanting to be alone with Harvey.
"It's just out in the car; I won't be a moment," Jean replied, and Betty was aware of mounting panic. This was just like the other time, when Jean had left on a sudden pretext. Betty had been left alone with Harvey…
She turned wild, staring eyes on him, as if seeing him for the first time.
"Don't worry," Harvey said smoothly, "Jean'll be back in a moment. In the meantime, just relax. Sit down and make yourself comfortable…"
As if in a daze, Betty sat down on the sofa, and as she did so, Harvey moved very close to her, and then, he was kissing her! For a moment, she was too surprised to do anything as his lips bruised down on hers, and his tongue shot between her unresisting teeth. His arms were tight around her and his jacket felt rough on her bare, naked flesh.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she said at last, recovering her equilibrium, desperately drumming at his chest.
"Why should I?" Harvey leered. "Just relax and you'll enjoy it!"
"Leave me alone! Get away from me or I'll scream!"
Harvey laughed, a coarse, triumphant laugh.
"What if someone comes running after you scream? What then?" Betty stared at him uncomprehendingly.
"They'll see you sitting here, completely naked, and what'll they think?" he elaborated gleefully.
Realization dawned on Betty. He had trapped her… but what was he going to do to her?
"What do you want from me?" she said tonelessly.
"Just do as I say, honey, and everything will be all right," Harvey replied, his hand casually fondling the frustratedly trembling mound of her breast.
"And if I don't?" Betty asked defiantly.
"Mmm… your precious Doug might be very interested in those shots I took of you a couple of weeks back…"
"You wouldn't!" Betty hissed disbelievingly. "You wouldn't show them to my husband!"
"Sure I would… if you don't go along with what I want!"
"And what do you want?" Betty asked in a frail whisper.
"Why, nothing more than a taste of that sweet little cunt of yours!" Harvey said lasciviously, his hand dropping to the flat plane of her stomach, and further still to tangle among the first straying wisps of her red pussy hair.
Betty's head swam. Oh God, it couldn't be true. What had she let herself in for?
"Now honey, you might just as well do as I say… after all, you might enjoy it!"
"Enjoy it?" Betty hissed vehemently. "Never! I'd rather die!"
"Well, well, listen to who's talking. It seems to me as if you didn't mind too much when my fingers were rummaging around in your cunt a few days back!" Harvey spat furiously.
Betty's face blanched and self-loathing welled up inside her. He was right, of course. She had enjoyed his lewd handling. What must he think of her? No wonder he thought he could get away with anything with her…
"Please, Harvey," she began again in a different vein, "let me go. It doesn't matter if I don't get the job. Only don't touch me, please…"
"You don't seem to realize, honey, that I hold all the cards. Whether or not you get the assignment depends on me, and don't you forge it. And as for not touching you, remember that the evidence against you looks pretty condemning… those nudie shots, you here naked with me now…"
Betty closed her eyes to blot out the picture she portrayed. Foolishly, she had let her imagination run away with her, had let herself be persuaded into posing nude for this unscrupulous man. Now he had her in his power… and there was nothing she could do.
She gasped suddenly as she felt his fingers dip between her creamy thighs, and felt the first searing contact between his hand and the gently pulsing outer flesh of her trembling vagina.
"Oh nooo… stop…" she gasped helplessly as his fingers continued to probe and search among the wet, velvety folds, probing deeper and more insistently with each passing second. Futilely, she tried to clamp her alabaster-white thighs together, but it was no use. He was the one in control; he had her in his power.
"Now, baby, you can't tell me you don't like it…" Harvey leered, his eyes lighting with lust as he stared down at the naked woman.
His words cut Betty to the quick. Because she couldn't deny it. Her body was responding in exactly the same way as it had a few days ago… she was beginning to get aroused from his illicit fondling. Although her brain reeled with the enormity of what was happening, and disgust and utter mortification flooded through her veins, her body reacted unquestionably in a sensual, wanton tremor of delight. She wanted to deny it, to cry out that he was wrong, that she wasn't enjoying it, but she couldn't. Because she was, and he knew it! There was no use fighting it. He had her in his power not only by virtue of the weapon of the photographs and his threatened blackmail, but also by the force of pleasure he was giving her with his nakedly swirling fingers. Involuntarily, her thighs crept farther apart, revealing the moist pink slit of her quivering pussy to his marauding digits. Pleasure surged through her, lifting her up on to a magical plane of ecstasy, and her whole body took on a rhythmic churning as low mewls of pleasure flowed unchecked from her mouth.
"Open your eyes, honey, and look see what daddy has for you…" Harvey rasped huskily, and Betty unconsciously responded to his summons.
A startled gasp escaped her lips as she stared at the huge, throbbing shaft of his fully erect penis, held obscenely in his free hand. She couldn't take her eyes off it. She hadn't imagined that anything could be so big. It looked powerful and strong, and it was an angry red color from the blood that was pumping lustfully through it.
"No, please, Harvey," she whimpered piteously, frightened at the grotesque size and apprehensive of what was to come.
At that moment, the door opened, and Jean walked in.
Oh thank God! Betty gasped silently. Now he'll have to stop… Jean will help me, and I'll just put on my clothes and leave, and never have to see Harvey again. Oh thank goodness, she came back in time…
"Well, Harvey, you certainly didn't waste any time!" Jean said cheerfully, staring at the naked outstretched redhead on the sofa, and glancing briefly at the hard, heavy protuberance of Peterson's cock.
Oh God, what does she mean? Why isn't she doing something? Betty thought wildly.
"I'm a fast worker, you know that, Jean," Harvey laughed, fondling his lust-engorged penis between his fingers.
"I'm sure you got lots of help," Jean retorted. "Betty looks as if she's really hot for you!"
Betty felt like screaming out No! No! It's not like that! But her mouth was dry and no words would come. She couldn't believe that Jean thought she wanted this. But what else could Jean think? She, Betty, was lying spread-eagled on the couch, the openly receptive slit of her vagina lewdly presented, while Harvey hovered above her, his blood-inflated penis outstretched and ready. Betty's last avenue of retreat slammed shut. No one could help her now. If she appealed to Jean, the other woman probably wouldn't believe her. There was nothing she could do!
She drew in her breath sharply when she felt the hard, unyielding flesh of Harvey's poised penis nudging at the softly quivering outer lips of her vagina. She tried to draw back, but the couch confined her. She couldn't close her thighs, because Harvey was crouched up between them.
"Nooo, Harvey, please…" she begged softly, and then…
"Aaaagggghhh… noooooooo…" she wailed aloud as Harvey pushed relentlessly forward, straining almost unbearably the fragile tissues of her cuntal hole. He hesitated then, for a moment, gathering his strength, pushing the burgeoning head of his hunger-distended shaft past the protecting, petal-shaped opening.
"Oh God… you're killing me…" Betty sobbed as the giant rod cleaved into her unprepared flesh, forcing its way up into the dry, clinging passage. Without hesitation, Harvey continued to plunge forward, the hard, long tube of his cock splitting the cringing inner walls with brutal intensity.
"Uuuuugggghhhhnnn… aaaaahhhh…" Betty whimpered, her thighs cruelly spread, her futilely resisting vaginal sheath assaulted unmercifully by the lust-bloated hardness of Harvey's hard-driving penis. He'll tear my vagina she thought fearfully as he finally hit bottom, the heavy, sperm-laden sac of his testicles slapping lewdly against the upraised crevice of her buttocks. She could feel the rubbery head nudging against the tender tip of her cervix and she wanted to cry out against this unwanted ravishment. The knowledge that Jean Wembley was watching her debasement added to her humiliation, and she wondered again how she had let herself be manipulated in this way. Oh God, what a fool I am, she thought bitterly, biting her lip as Harvey began to withdraw, pulling little pink tendrils of fragile pussy flesh out with his rock-hard shaft as it withdrew. Then he surged forward again, this time burying his long, lunging cock to the hilt with one deep, hard stroke.
"Aaaaaarrrrhhh… uuummmmppphhhh…" Betty gasped again as all the breath was forced from her body. But at last, her feminine juices began to secrete, and Harvey was able to begin a rhythmic sawing in and out. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her firmly in place as he labored over her. He drove nakedly up between her widespread legs, sinking his passion-distended shaft completely in her moistly clinging cunt, and then withdrawing almost totally, until just the hard, mushrooming head was still imbedded in the tight pussy-hole.
And then the thing that Betty had never believed possible, happened. At first, she did not believe it; couldn't bring herself to accept the reality of what was happening. But after a few moments, she just couldn't hide it any longer. It was completely obvious that she was beginning to enjoy being fucked by Harvey!
A deep shuddering tremor shook her body and then it began a rolling churning of its own violation, little sparks of pleasure burst into raging flames deep between her legs and her whole body was bathed in a warm flood of intense arousal.
At first, out of deep mortification, she tried to hide it, tried to still the quivering between her legs. But her desire and passion was more powerful than her will power and she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Mmmmmmnnnnn…" she sighed, spiraling her pelvis upward to receive Harvey's deep inthrusts, her heated cunt flowering open in eager acceptance. Cautiously, her hands crept up and encircled Harvey's neck, pulling him hard down on her palpitating breasts, and in a daze, she moved her mouth up to clamp on his, her tongue hungrily flicking between his teeth. Passion raged out of control in her love-starved body, and she locked her ankles around his lower back, and clung to him with a new voraciousness. Suddenly, she couldn't seem to get enough of his pleasure-giving male body. She wanted to infuse every part of him. The heady muskiness of his heated flesh assailed her nostrils and made them flare with new-found pleasure, and her being and senses were united in a quest for ultimate satisfaction.
All doubts and fears were forgotten in the mad rush of sensual excitement. She had no idea it could be like this. Certainly it never was with Doug. She had never responded like this, never felt the wild tremors of pleasure she was feeling now. Even the fact that Jean was watching her wanton behavior gave her an illicit thrill, and nurtured an exhibitionistic streak inside her that she never knew she possessed. She didn't care anymore that this lascivious coupling with a man who was not her husband might be wrong. She only knew that somehow he had the wonderful key that was unlocking her uninhibited responses, and somehow she couldn't feel that making use of that key was wrong.
Their bodies were slapping wetly together in rising cadence. They clung to each other in mutual desire, their flesh warm and heated with passion. They bucked and rocked as one, united where his lust-maddened cock drove incessantly up into the hungrily clasping depths of her eager cunt.
"You sure know how to fuck, Betty…" Harvey gasped between clenched teeth, and his lewd praise gave her an added tingle of excitement. Fucking. Yes, that was what she was doing, fucking another man… and she was enjoying it.
Betty's thoughts took on a kaleidoscopic image of how she must appear, naked, perspiring, flushed with lust, her head thrown back, her long russet hair streaming over her voluptuously curved back. Now, in one moment, all her thoughts and feelings seemed to converge on the pivotal point there between her legs, and she knew instantly that she was almost ready to climax. Her first real orgasm, and it was with another man… not her husband! But Betty didn't care who or how she was getting this unbelievable pleasure. The main thing was that she was at last about to receive it. That she wasn't frigid, like she had so often feared she was. No, she was a full-blooded real woman, and Harvey was the only one to discover it.
Suddenly, all rational thought was extinguished as a great rush of warm sensual excitement flooded over her body, making her feel as if she was drifting on the tide of some warm, calm sea.
"Ooooooohhhhh… I'm cumming! Oh God, Harvey, I'm cumming!" she shrieked suddenly, not recognizing her own passion-distorted voice. The words seemed to hang in the still air above her for a moment before crashing down to resound and echo a hundredfold in her ears, reflecting the rise and fall of the tiny waves of multiple pleasure crashing around inside her feverish body.
"Ooooohhhh! Ooooohhhh! Ooooohhhh!" she sobbed helplessly, her curvaceous young body undulating with the force of her continuing orgasm.
In the back of her brain, she realized that Harvey was climaxing too, and then he was pounding against her with unbelievable fury, battering his loins against her upraised openly-spread cunt.
"I'm cumming too! Keep fuckingg… Aaaaaghhh…" Betty felt the first spurt of seething hot sperm as Harvey called out wildly, and it jetted in a thick stream into the hidden recesses of her hungrily milking pussy. Greedily, her inner sheath clutched at the flowing fluid, absorbing it all in its heated darkness, and Betty was filled with a strange, satiated peace. The hot, white sperm that poured into her helplessly flooded little belly seemed to infuse her with warm relaxation, and she was able at last to lie back, breathing deeply and heavily with complete satisfaction.
At last, Harvey's twitching cock began to deflate inside her wet, steaming passage and slipped harmlessly from between her legs, leaving her empty once more. But she was changed now. She'd never be the same again. Harvey had truly liberated her, something that her own husband couldn't do… and she wouldn't have missed this for anything. Now, come what may, she was forever free from the shackles of prudery, and she felt a real debt of gratitude to Harvey, which she knew wouldn't easily be erased.