Unknown - Sally and Duke

"Don't you go gettin' on your high horse, now," he chided softly, but the threat was distinct in his gravely-voice, "I made my recommendation to Lee here, but he says it's pretty irregular, makin' a loan to folks that don't have any money or, collateral and he's not sure the Board will stand for it unless he sort of comes out strong and rams it down their throats. 'Course he could lend the money private, if he was of a mind to."

"Would you do that, Mr. Quigg?" Sally asked bravely. Suddenly she felt John Blodgett's large hand reaching down the open V-neck of her dress while at the same time he bent his head to hers and kissed the pearly lobe of her ear, running the tip of his tongue around the shell-like configuration of her ear. She gripped the chair-arms in shock and embarrassment. To her amazement, Lee Quigg did not seem to find John's behavior at all surprising. In fact, he watched avidly, his cold banker's eyes lighting with salacious lust as Blodgett further displayed his domination over the helpless woman by continuing to rummage in her dress until he had secured her left nipple in his fingers and began to tweak it to painful hardness. Sally's pale face flooded with crimson as the blood rushed to her cheeks. She wanted to leap up, to strike Blodgett… pummel him with her fists, but she couldn't make a move and sat mesmerized with the awful knowledge that everything, he was even abetting John Blodgett in his lechery and blackmail! Most incredible of all, on the other side of the heavy office door the business of Quiggville was going on just as usual, without a single citizen to know or to care that an innocent woman could be terrorized… or worse… by the town's two leading businessmen and that it could take place right in the bank manager's office!

Beads of perspiration broke out on Sally's forehead as Quigg pushed back his chair and began to walk toward her, his fingers twisting together in anticipation. Oh God, God, God… her breasts were rising, straining the taut fabric of her dress and she could not control their erotic stimulation under the roughly pinching fingers of John Blodgett, any more than she could stop the sudden feathery twinges that were descending from the erogenous zone of her breast down to the "vee" between her legs.

The fact was that Sally Denham had not had any more sexual satisfaction since that day in her living room with Blodgett and the big German Shepherd. A few days later she had permitted her husband to make love to her, but the experience had, if anything, been even more of a failure than usual. She'd been so terrified that he could somehow guess she was a changed woman, and that another man had succeeded in arousing the passion that her own beloved Ray had never been able to, that she lay in his arms like a stone. Ray had finished with her quickly, satisfied his own needs and left her unrelieved, yet still aching with pent-up emotion and an agonized wish for the ultimate sensation she had enjoyed with her husband's boss.

She did not want Blodgett… she hated him more than ever for his cruel ravishing of her and the further subjugation of forcing her to copulate with his dog… but as his lewd hands once more roamed at will over her body she could not help being aroused and much more quickly than on the first occasion. His free hand was now caressing the soft contours of her flat belly, causing her to wriggle her buttocks deeper into the chair and clamp her thighs together tightly in a vain effort to stop the ripples of prurient desire that were weakening her loins. The warmth of the whiskey which she had drunk too hastily was also spreading rapidly through her veins and contributing to her unwanted excitement.

Lee Quigg stopped in front of her chair and smiled down at her obvious discomfort, his thin lips pulled back over even white teeth. By God, he was thinking enviously, you had to hand it to Big John! He had delivered the pretty, snotty little piano teacher just as he bet he would. It sure did beat everything, the way his brother-in-law could come up with women you'd never dream would fuck with anyone but their husbands… this Sally looked like she was getting ready to cry, but he had no doubt she'd go through with it and even wind up enjoying it before they got finished with her. That was the beauty of having money and power… there was always another bitch who needed some of what you had and would make a trade of what she had. And, Christ, he couldn't remember another piece of tail who had more than this one to offer! If she didn't get what she came for-the loan-at least she'd get a good fuck thrown into her, which in Quigg's opinion was all a woman ever needed anyway. They had no place trying to mess around with business deals.

"You see, honey," John was explaining to Sally as his hand reached the hem of her short dress and inexorably slipped under the cloth and upward along her naked thigh, "Lee here is cutting himself into our arrangement… share and share alike… and since he's the one with the funds, I advise you to go along. You might even enjoy it," he winked at her as his palm found the tender inner side of her thigh and established an intimate stroking contact that sent delicious little tingles upward to the center of Sally's vainly resisting womb. She was aware that her panties were damp from the unwanted secretion that was seeping from her warmly aroused vagina in automatic response to Blodgett's obscene titillation. Her mind grappled with this new information… Lee Quigg wanted to sample her, too… somehow, it was hardly even surprising… there were few shocks left anymore, as her world seemed to disintegrate around her in spite of her wellintentioned efforts to manage her own and her husband's future. Wearied by the unrelenting pressure they were forcing upon her, she suddenly threw her head back proudly and laughed.

"So Mister Quigg wants something, too, does he? Well, why not? Why the hell not? Just tell me when, and where."

"Why, right now," the younger man, chuckled, hands already going to his belt. "Here."

"Here?" She blinked, "Y-you must be insane. We can't do it here-"

"Lock the door, John," Lee instructed, and Blodgett reluctantly withdrew his hand from Sally's open legs. She remained as she was, knees apart and skirt pushed up around her hips so that the edge of her virginal white panties was visible. Her wide-eyed magnetized gaze was drawn irresistibly to Lee Quigg's long hard penis which he had drawn from his open fly. The obscene sight shocked her into abrupt realization of her position and that he was planning to put that thing up inside her… now, here. She shivered, unable to tear her eyes away from the ridged, blue-veined shaft that was standing spear-like straight out from his loins. Sensing again her own wetness, the trapped young housewife ground her hips frantically downward in a vain attempt to soothe the maddening tingle of her throbbing cuntal slit. Her pitiful supply of courage was rapidly deserting her and she regretted her attempt at brazen acceptance of the fact that she had to let Lee Quigg make love to her also. But God, what else could she do but see the nightmarish thing through? What difference did it really make if one more man put his thing in her and pumped her full of his lewd sperm?

"Stand up, girl," Quigg was massaging his long staff into even greater hardness, pulling back the thick foreskin to expose the bulbous head of his aching cock. "I want to see all of you."

It took but a moment to remove Sally's clothing, with Blodgett helping, and then she stood stark naked in the middle of the office before the two men, slight goose-flesh dappling her creamy skin as she shivered in the cool air-conditioned atmosphere while perspiration still continued to dampen her flushed, beautiful face.

"Oh, Jesus, will you look at that!" Quigg exclaimed in something akin to awe. She was perfection, this tall girl with the voluptuously proportioned breasts and slender waist… the long, long legs… the mysterious little triangular mound of her sex. His cock throbbed as he surveyed her, and he placed one hand on her hip, just where it began to curve, and moved closer, his stiff cock pressing against her thigh while his hands slipped to her tense, flat stomach and began to massage it. His face loomed above her, so close she could feel his warm whiskey-laden breath. Sally could not deny that he was producing an unwelcome fascination deep within her, his hands were strangely comforting in their warmth, while the feel of his penis as it poked close to her dilating vagina, instigated a thrill of erotic sensation.