"Are you sure you want to go along with this, Katherine?" Marty asked anxiously. He looked at the girl intently. The gleam in her eye told him she was wholeheartedly in favor of carrying out his devious plan.
"I'm ready for it," she said. "Honest I am. Just don't you be too long getting in there. I don't want him fucking me unless it's really necessary."
"I don't think I'll have any trouble, unless his secretary gets back early from her coffee break. But that's pretty remote. Secretaries don't return early from breaks. I'll be in as soon as I see the button on the telephone light up."
"Let me make sure I understand, Marty," she said. "All I have to do is take the phone off the hook and press the second button on the bottom, and that lights up the same button on the secretary's phone?"
"Right. And I'll be in there in a hurry." He patted his pocket and said, "I just hope I can keep from killing him."
Katherine kissed him. "This is going to be much better revenge."
"I agree. Now move that perky little ass of yours in there and offer it to that slimy cocksucker. If we stand here much longer, I might get ideas about how to better spend our time together."
"Me, too," she agreed, her lips brushing across his. She made sure her hand lightly touched his crotch. She gripped down a little harder than she normally would have, feeling incredibly sexy and really up for the confrontation with Bennett.
She didn't know if this feeling came from the nearness of her revenge or from the afterglow of the fucking with Marty. Her pussy still sang from the fucking. And it ached, too. She was stiff and sore. This was one part of losing her virginity that no one had ever told her about.
She was going to get even with the man who had raped her up the ass and perpetrated all sorts of other horrors on her. She saw Bennett walking along one of the aisles, like some animal seeking its prey. Katherine guessed the man was looking for some convenient cunt to fuck. He had that look about him.
"Mr. Bennett!" she called out. "One second, please. Can I talk to you?"
"Yes, babe, sure, any time." He raised his eyebrows slightly as she pressed in close to him. Her tits brushed feather-light across his chest, and she shoved out her pussy mound in an invitingly wanton manner.
"I've been thinking, Mr. Bennett. Why should I get so uptight over what we've been doing together? I mean, wouldn't it really be better for both of us if I went along?"
"What do you mean?" he said suspiciously, looking around as if someone might be overhearing them.
"You know, you and me – and the fucking we've been doing."
"Let's go into my office," he said. "I don't like discussing private matters out in the open."
"Anything you say," she said, her hand slipping into his back pocket. She squeezed down on his asscheek and made him look at her funny, as if she had gone crazy. She only smiled winningly in return, then soundlessly said: "I love you."
The man almost jumped out of his skin. In the office, he closed the door and pointed to a chair. She ignored him and flowed into his arms, her hands running though his hair. She made a point of shoving her body as close to his as humanly possible.
"Why this big change in attitude?" he asked, backing up against the door. He seemed to be looking for a quick exit if she turned nasty.
"I figured it all out," she said, her hands moving down the front of his chest, unbuttoning buttons as she went. "Why struggle when we could both enjoy our little sessions even more if I cooperated?"
"You want something out of me," he accused. She had his shirt off now and tossed it aside. She fumbled at his belt buckle, but soon had that undone, too. By the time she was ready to answer, she was working him out of his trousers.
"Everyone wants something. I've got what you want right between my legs, or maybe just a little head is more your speed, eh?" She dropped to her knees and pulled his prick out of his shorts. His prick was throbbing with life. Katherine had to strain not to make a face as she greedily stuffed it into her mouth and nursed his cock.
"Shit, this is too much! God, I love the feel of your tongue working on my cock like that. But why? What do you want out of this?"
"What else?" she said. "I'll put out whenever you want, however you want, in exchange for a little bigger pay envelope."
"That's all?"
"I need the money. And you're not an ugly man," she lied. "You and I could make sweet music together. And more." She went back to sucking on his cock. Her tongue rimmed the broad arrowhead of his glans, then teased the tiny flap of skin dangling down beneath the cleft head. The man jumped from one foot to another in his excitement.
When her cheeks went hollow under the suction she applied to just the tip of his prick, the man said, "This is great, it really is. But I want to fuck you. I want to fuck that tight little pussy of yours again."
"The money?" she prompted. Marty had been explicit about this. He'd told her the only thing that would ever convince Bennett that she was telling the truth and not trying to trap him would be the insistence on the money. The man would believe her capable of anything if she got money for it.
"You'll get it. Shit, you know, I never had you pegged for the whore type. You mean just for a few lousy bucks a week more, you're going to do anything I want you to?"
"I doubt if it'll be a lousy few bucks," she said. "A man so well hung is probably also really generous. Besides, it's not your money. You just need to put me down for a promotion or whatever it is to justify the added money. No one else need know of our agreement."
"If I'd only known it was this easy," he sighed, feeling her mouth working down the side of his cock and finally licking his hairy sac of balls. She gently chewed and nibbled at them until he was sure he was going to come.
"To the desk," she said before he could stop per. "Let's consummate our agreement on your desk." She nimbly moved away from his groping fingers, stripping as she went. This was the hardest part of the whole scheme for her. She had to give Marty enough time to get ready outside the door, and yet keep Bennett from thinking too hard about what was happening.
He wasn't stupid. He might even figure out that this was a trap for him if she didn't keep his mind on fucking.
She tossed away her blouse and shed her bra like a snake shedding an extra skin. By the time she had wiggled out of her skirt and showed him she wasn't wearing any panties, the man's cock was dancing lustfully in front of his crotch. She wondered if he might not jet out his jizz before he even got over to her. If so, that would be fine with her. The slightest touch from his hands or cock made her skin crawl.
"Come on, lover boy," she said, holding out her arms to him. She took a deep breath.
"God, this is more than I can believe," he said, moving toward her, his feet leaden. "And this is going to be one hell of a good fucking. I've raped you before. With you cooperating, baby, we can really do it up right!"
"I want to do everything right," she said, her meaning not the same as his. She held her legs out straight from the edge of the desk, forming a white vee with her auburn snatch at the junction. "Come on in, the fucking is fine!"
He didn't have to be asked twice. He moved into the vee of her legs, his cock thrusting ahead of him. His hands closed around her back and pulled her forward a little on the desk for a juicy, deep kiss.
She almost gagged as his tongue shot all the way down her throat. She fought back the urge to shove him away. A million thoughts raced through her mind. Had he locked the door? If he had, how was Marty going to get in and stop the man before he finished? Or was the secretary still on the job, hammering away at her typewriter? That wouldn't do. Marty couldn't just barge in without spilling everything.
The girl worried and worried and worried as Bennett had his way with her. Then she remembered she had to signal her boyfriend that all was as it should be inside. Without that signal, he would stay outside forever!
Katherine leaned back and broke off the kiss, breathing heavily. She took the phone off the cradle and said, "I don't want us to be disturbed." And then she punched the button Marty had told her to. The light went on and she hoped that Marty would see it and come in.
He didn't.
For a moment, Katherine panicked. She started to push Bennett away from her, then stopped. That wouldn't do at all. She had lured him into his office on schedule and Marty would be here as soon as he could. The girl would just have to play along with Bennett until Marty broke in on them.
"What's wrong?" the man demanded. "You went tense all over as if you got an electric shock."
"I did get a shock of sorts," she said. "From you. From this!"
She reached between her legs and gripped hard on the man's cock. It took all her will power to do this, but she pulled his cock toward her widespread pussy lips, urging the man to fuck her.
"That's more like it," he said. "You cooperate with me all the way and we'll both get one hell of a charge out of fucking."
Her body jerked as she felt his cock press into her damp pussy lips. The teenager didn't understand it, but she was getting hot just thinking about the man fucking her. It was a little bit sick of her to do so, because she hated the man with all her heart, but she couldn't keep her cunt from getting wet and hot at the lightest touch of a prick.
"You're getting ready for me, huh?" the man said, running his cock up and down her pink sex slash. "I like the soft feel of it. And juicy, too. God, that is great!"
She shivered and couldn't tell if it were lust or revulsion at the man and his cock. It didn't matter. He rammed home his prick, sending it surging all the way up her cunt. She felt like she had been torpedoed. His thick cock spread her tight membrane and stretched it. For a split second, she felt nothing but pain. Then it eased, and the joy of having a cock – anyone's cock – in her tight little pussy was all that mattered. She began to respond to his cock, moaning and crying out.
"Yes, yes, it's so big! It fills me up. Your huge prick is going to split me apart!"
"I won't do that till I get to fucking hard," the man boasted. "Just now, I'm content to let my cock roast inside your oven. Shit, baby, that is the tightest, hottest cunt I ever felt wrapped around my cock. I love it! And when you tense up like that – it makes me feel like a teenager getting nooky for the very first time!"
The girl closed her eyes, and braced herself on her hands and leaned back. The sensations ripping into her tender body possessed her totally. She expected Marty to burst into the room at any instant. When he didn't she realized that she was going to have to continue giving this beast of a man all he wanted. She was powerless to stop him from fucking her.
Knowing that Bennett was the one fucking her silly didn't help her any. She began to fantasize that this wasn't Bennett's cock inside her tight pussy at all. This was really Marty who was fucking her so strongly. She sighed and smiled a little as she imagined that was exactly what was happening. The fantasy was necessary to keep her from screaming and running from the room.
She knew that if she did that, Bennett would really make her pay. She was the one who had lured him into this fuck fest. Now she was going to have to hang on until Marty could finish it off.
"Lift your legs," the man commanded. "Swing them up and down. I love the way your cunt tightens up when you do that. Do it!"
She did as she was told. She rocked back and forth on the desk, almost fucking herself on the man's prick. The motion made his cock slide in and out of her clenched cunt in lewd, wonderful ways. In spite of her hating the man, she was starting to get off in a big way on his cock. It was swelled up and firmly rested against her pussy. The feel of his crinkly pubic bush against her clit sent tremors of desire through her belly. Soon, orgasm would be ripping all the way up her spine and into her brain.
Soon. Just like Marty was going to come to her rescue soon. The girl felt the man's prick sink another inch up into her gooey twat and wondered when this was going to stop. Where was Marty? Had the man deserted her? Was he getting some sick kick out of watching her being fucked on the desk?
The teenager couldn't believe that. Something had happened. Something had delayed him, and put her in this horrible position.
"Oh, God, I can't take any more of your cock – it's too big. It's tearing me apart inside, my cunt can't stand it!"
"Wanna bet?" the man cried. His arms went between her legs and he caught her up, his arms under her knees. He bent her double on the desk, forcing her down hard. This exposed her pussy even more to his driving prick.
She screamed as she felt her upper thighs pressing down into her tits. His cock seemed to dig all the way up into her womb. Never had she felt such penetration. The man's cock grew steadily as he fucked her faster and faster. The girl was about to go out of her mind when she came.
The climax lingered and haunted her. She didn't want to get off on this man's raping cock. But she did. Her cunt convulsed. She wanted his cock! She wanted every single inch of it shoved deep into her drooling cunt!
"Fuck me good!" she begged. "Give it all to me! My cunt needs it so baaaad!"
The man laughed and fucked even faster. The friction of cock against cunt wall threatened to melt her down into a pile of slag. The man seemed to be a tireless fucking machine. He pistoned in and out with increasing speed and didn't seem to wear out.
She came again.
The girl began to doubt Marty would ever come to her rescue. She simply knew that she was going to be trapped here on the desk forever, being fucked by a tireless Bennett until her pussy was worn out and bleeding from his thrusts. She was still bent double and unable to move. This, more than anything else, added to the intensity of her comes.
She loved to be able to move around, thrash about, writhe passionately, when she came. He had her pinned firmly to the desk.
His cock shot in and out of her tight little snatch with the rhythm of a metronome. In-out, in-out, smooth and regular. It built her passions up to the breaking point again.
"No, no moooore!" she begged. "I can't stand it any more!"
"Hell, you can't," the man gasped. "This is what we both want. You asked for it, kid, and you're getting it. This'll show you what a real stud I am!"
She felt her nipples poking into her thighs and her clit was brushing across her bush. She came again, feeling more drained emotionally than ever before in her life. The girl had lost her virginity and now was leaning what a real fucking was all about.
Just as Bennett's cock drove mercilessly into her tight pussy again, she felt the man stiffen. She thought he must be coming but his prick didn't act like it. There wasn't any of the swelling that occurred just before a come, nor did he shove harder and deeper into her as he would have if he'd come.
He straightened, a dazed look on his face. Then he crumpled and fell to the floor, unconscious. For a moment, Katherine didn't know what had happened. She slowly unfolded her legs and draped them over the edge of the desk. Her cunt suddenly felt empty.
"It's okay, Katherine," came Marty's voice. "I had a hell of a time getting rid of his secretary. She came back early and refused to leave her desk. I finally had to get another secretary who's a friend of mine call her away. And then that son of a bitch had locked the door!"
"God, no! I thought he did, but I wasn't sure."
"I had to use a credit card to spring the lock. Good thing he didn't have a dead bolt on the door or you'd still be in here alone! With him!"
Katherine started to cry then. Naked, vulnerable and helpless, she pressed her face into Marty's strong shoulder.
While the fucking with Bennett had been bad, she knew that they were just getting started on their little scheme. The worst, most dangerous part was yet to come. She rapidly dressed, her hands shaking. Katherine wondered if they would get by with this or if it would all blow up in their faces.
She looked down at the knocked-out Bennett and hoped that he would burn in hell for what he'd done to her. And if she had her way, he would. Soon. Very soon.