Ray Mills - Hot and nasty wife

Wear something sexy, indeed!

And yet by the next afternoon, as she was getting dressed to go downtown, she realized that Brad had a point. If she acted girlish and coy and sexy with that old bastard Krip, maybe he would be more inclined to let them off easy.

So, without putting on a bra, she pulled a slinky blue top on that clung to every round curve of her full young breasts. The clinging cloth outlined her nipples like ripe plums. Also, she wore the shortest skirt she could find in the closet, and no stockings.

This ought to get the hairy old fart, she thought. I’ll have his eyes popping Out of his head.

But by the time she reached the regional office of Star Cosmetics, she had lost her cocky confidence again. Feeling frightened and vulnerable, she approached the smirking secretary shyly.

“I… have an appointment with Mr. Aston and Mr. Krip,” she stammered softly.

“You’re early. Have a seat,” said the secretary in a clipped, arrogant voice.

Amy sat down. The thought of having to face Krip alone terrified her. But she didn’t see Brad anywhere.

“Is Mr. Aston here yet?” she asked.

“He’s in with Mr. Krip now,” the secretary said. Amy went briefly limp with relief. At Least Brad would be there to protect her from Krip’s anger.

In a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Amy, Krip’s deep voice came over the intercom, summoning her into his office. Amy entered it nervously. She saw Aston sitting in an armchair by Krip’s desk. He smiled at her, a sensual kind of smile that seemed out of place and made her uneasy.

Krip was standing behind his desk. His dark beady eyes swept boldly over her body as she approached.

“Have a seat, Mrs. Rogers,” he said.

His smile had a sickening suggestion of cruelty to it. But Amy realized he was just trying to be friendly. Relaxing a little, she sat down across from him.

But Krip didn’t wait long to pounce. His friendly eyes suddenly narrowed into a frown.

“I hear you’ve been less than honest, Mrs. Rogers, in your handling of Star Cosmetic funds,” he said, his voice pulsing with menace.

Amy looked over at Brad for help. His steel-grey eyes were like a concrete wall.

“I… I didn’t mean to,” she stammered. “It was a foolish mistake. But I thought Brad, I mean Mr. Aston and I had worked it all out.”

“Oh?” Krip said, coming around from behind his desk. “And how did you work it out?”

Amy felt herself blushing deeply. She knew from the tone of his insinuating voice that Krip knew she and Brad had fucked. She felt trapped and horribly ashamed. Krip was now standing behind her chair. She heard a vulgar chuckle coming from deep in his throat.

“That’s okay,” he chuckled. “You don’t have to tell me.”

Suddenly from out of nowhere his two meaty and hairy hands come down from behind and grasped her breasts through her sweater. He squeezed them enthusiastically.

“My my,” he chuckled, “what splendid big jugs you’ve got, Mrs. Rogers!”

Amy was so shocked that for a moment she forgot where she was and the circumstances of her being there.

“Why, how dare you touch me like that!” she spit out.

She twisted her body out of his grip and stood up, spinning to face him with the chair between them. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Brad.had not made a move to get out of his chair.

A horrible salacious grin spread over Max Krip’s face. “Mrs. Rogers,” he said, “I’m afraid Brad Aston and I have already resolved his part in this. Now you owe the money directly to me, not him.”

“To you?” Amy whimpered, trying to conceal her horror.

“Yes,” Krip said, coming around the chair toward her. “To me.”

He put out his hairy paws again and fondled her breasts, this time pinching her nipples through the cloth, as if to persuade her that he meant business.

“Ouch!” Amy said. “You’re hurting me!”

“Oh, I don’t want to hurt you,” Krip said in his soft menacing way. “Neither of us want to hurt you. If you just cooperate with us.

“Us?” Amy said, looking from Krip to Brad and back again. “You don’t mean both of you?”

Krip nodded slowly. “I’m afraid that’s just what I mean.”

“My God, no! You can’t be serious!” Amy cried out. “It was just a little mistake! I'll get the money somehow!”

“If you don’t cooperate I’m afraid I’ll have to report the whole thing to the police,” Krip said.

“Oh God, noooo!” Amy sighed.

Krip was already pulling her sweater up over her head. She tried not to resist, realizing what a spot she was in. Now he filled his hands again, this time with her smooth naked breasts.

“Mmmmmm,” Krip hummed admiringly. “What beautiful knockers. Brad, ring Miss Farnsworth and tell her we don’t want any calls for the next hour.”

While Aston did as he was told, Krip led Amy to the rear of his office, where there was a door.

“We’ll just go into my private office, Mrs. Rogers. Do you mind if I call you Amy? I mean, I am going to fuck you, after all. Maybe it would be nicer if we were on a first name basis. You can call me Max.”

But tears were spilling down Amy’s cheeks, and she couldn’t speak to the revolting man. You prick! she thought. You horrible evil man, doing this to me!

He led her into the next room. There was almost nothing in it but a huge bed.

Amy decided that he must do this all the time, that she was only the most recent victim. Somehow this made her feel even worse, as if she were cheap, only as good as the rest of them had been. It gave her a perverse desire to outdo all the others. To be the best fuck who had ever spread-eagled herself on this vast bed for this disgusting man.

Brad quickly joined them. He shut the door behind him and threw the large bolt.

Amy beseeched him with her eyes to rescue her from this. In response he just grinned and unzipped his pants.

She watched him undress, remembering how just yesterday she had been dying to have him fuck her. When his long jumping cock came into view, she gave a tiny gasp of recognition. She wanted to be alone with him to have him jam it into her already wet crack.

“Mmmmmmm, you like Brad’s tool, do you?” Krip murmured. “You remember how it brought you off, eh? Well Amy, I guarantee you you’ll remember today even more.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpered. “Just please don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, we won’t,” Krip said.

But he grasped her breasts brutally in his thick meaty hands and mauled her distended nipples with his lips. In spite of her fear, Amy could feel her body getting aroused. The way he sucked her nipples so sharply made her cunt flow with warm Brad, now naked, joined them. While Krip sucked her throbbing boobs, Brad stripped off her skirt and panties; Now she was naked too. Brad took her down on the bed and began sucking and licking her aching quim, while Max Krip undressed.

Amy shut her eyes and tried, briefly at least, to enjoy the way Brad ate her pussy. She recalled the way he had reduced her to a quivering mass of need last week by sucking her cunt this way. And now his tongue rooting in her wet furrow made her gasp with hot pleasure.

She kept her eyes shut because she didn’t want to watch the piggish Krip undressing. The very thought of him touching her turned her stomach.

“Ohhnn!” she whimpered as Brad began fucking her swollen clit rapidly with his tongue.

“Say, she really likes the way you gobble her little box, doesn’t she Aston?”

Krip said.

Amy felt the bed give as his thick body settled onto it beside them. Her eyelids fluttered open and she didn’t want to believe what she saw.

Krip was so furry that he looked like a bald grizzly bear. The look of lust on his face was obscene and even frightening. But worst of all, she couldn’t help looking down to his groin. There she saw what had to be the most gigantic erect horse’s cock that any man had ever been able to boast of.