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That was the only thing in Barry Fields' mind!

"Gawd, what a pussy!" he grunted. And once again he shoved his cock deep into her quivering belly.

The intensity of her passion had combined with her horror to put Sue in a traumatic state of mind. Gradually she quit struggling against him. She just lay there, letting him fuck her. Even the tears had stopped. She felt nothing but an overwhelming despair.

While her mind wrestled with her grief, her cunt began to lurch up slightly to meet the long powerful strokes of Barry's cock. She felt like a whore, lying on her couch half naked while this man fucked her. But her body obviously relished what was happening.

Her body was a traitor to her own beliefs about right and wrong!

"Please…" she murmured; "Please stop doing this to me." There was no conviction, no emotion in her voice. Just a hollow pain.

"Ahh, cut it out, Sue," Barry told her brutally. The way the petite brunette was acting confused him. It embarrassed him and angered him. She was trying to lay her own guilt trip on his shoulders!

"You love it and you know it, bitch!" he told her. "Someone who thinks she's getting raped doesn't wiggle her hips like that!"

Sue had no answer for him. She didn't know how to account for the response of that part of her that she couldn't keep in check.

Her mind was in despair while her buttocks continued to grind up to meet Barry's blood swollen prick. The tingling in her loins was maddening. She wanted to extinguish it… to let him know how much she hated him for what he was doing to her.

She wanted to make him suffer too.

But, still her cunt clung to his cock like a drowning man clings to a lifebuoy.

His pace became more and more frantic until his asscheeks were pumping like a steam-engine.

"Ahhh Christ!" he exclaimed. "Shit, that sweet pussy's doing it to me, baby! Jee-zuz… I'm cuming!"

It horrified her to know he was squirting his wet load deep into her belly. With all the intimacy of a housewife throwing out the garbage. There was no love between them… no liking… no contact… and still she had to suffer indignity of having his cum inside her. She felt sick.

As soon as Barry had recovered from his tempestuous orgasm, he rose to his feet and prepared to leave. He reached down to caress Sue's cheek, but she slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me," she snapped. Now that the ordeal was over, she was seized with anger. Against herself as well as against the man.

She should never have let this get started! Never!

"Sue…" he began, apparently oblivious to the cold slap of her words. Then he reined in his tenderness and looked at her fiercely. "When you think about this, doll," he said snidely, "I think you'll discover that you led me into it all the way. You can't blame a guy for wanting to go on when the chick lets him get that far."

He was right, and Sue knew it. She felt more sick inside than ever. Her anger vanished, gave way once again to despair.

"Please… just leave me alone," she whispered.

"Sure, doll… Glad to. It makes me nervous, being around neurotic chicks, like you."

"Barry?"

He stopped just as he was about to open the front door. "What?"

"Please don't tell anyone about this," she murmured desperately.

He looked at her in disgust. "Shit… you think I enjoyed the experience? I'm gonna go home and gargle real good – try to erase the whole Goddamned evening from my mind."

He slammed the door behind him.

Sue was determined not to cry. She poured herself a shot of brandy and downed it quickly. She poured a second and took it into the bedroom with her.

It was the first time she had ever drunk alone.

By the time the following Wednesday rolled around, Sue was feeling much better.

She had managed to convince herself that what had happened to her probably happened to many people at least once. The thing to do was to never let it happen again.

She would ignore Barry Fields from now on. She didn't need him, or his good opinion. She couldn't be held responsible for one drunken mistake in a lifetime of good behavior.

Wednesday was the day Ken Adler came back from his sales trip.

Ken was the best up-and-coming young salesman in the office. And the best-looking. Sue had had a crush on Ken for a long time. She had never done anything about it. It angered her that with the very man who wanted to get to know, she was tongue-tied. When he looked at her with his big brown eyes, she melted inside. She knew he was a bit of a rake, but she didn't care. Men were supposed to be like that.

Women were the ones who had to impose the limits on them. That was where she had failed with Barry. She hadn't set the limits from the very beginning.

As she watched Ken talking and laughing with the office staff at the other end of the room, a shudder ran through her. She would die if Ken ever found out what she had done with Barry! On their first date! More than anyone else's, she wanted Ken's respect.

She smoothed her bun into place and removed her glasses when she saw him coming toward her.

"Hi, beautiful," he greeted her. "You been good while I was gone?" He perched on the corner of her desk.

For a moment Sue was frightened. Could he have found out?

The friendly admiring look in his big brown eyes reassured her. Surely he could never look that way at a woman he knew had acted as she had.

"I'm always good, Ken," she said rather primly. She could have kicked herself for her prudish remark. She should have said something funny! Gosh, when would she ever learn to be more relaxed with people!

"Glad to hear it, baby! I want you to save yourself for me. Listen, why don't you come out for dinner with me Friday night? You'd be doing a lonely man a great favor." He smiled at her.

"Gosh, I'm sorry, Ken," she said, and then could have kicked herself. "I'm busy Friday."

"Oh… okay." He seemed disappointed. "Maybe another time. Well, I'll see you later, beautiful. Take good care of yourself."

As she watched him cross the room, Sue bit her lip fiercely. She had just given up the dream of a lifetime for her bridge-club meeting. Gosh, she could play bridge anytime!

Oh well, she consoled herself. At least, this way, he won't think I'm easy to get. A man appreciates something he has to work for.

But that thought was cold consolation as she watched him sit on Greta's desk, the office receptionist. Was he asking her out too? she thought bitterly. Oh, I hope he asks me out again. I'll just die if he doesn't!

The morning seemed to drag after that. Everyone else went out for lunch on the stroke of twelve, but Sue decided to stay behind and catch up on some work. She was too depressed to listen to the silly gossip of the other girls in the office.

Fifteen minutes into lunch hour, Sue found she was out of correcting fluid. As head typist she had a key to the supply room. The receptionist kept the other key.

She entered the large dimly-lit room where all the office supplies were kept as well as the company's old files and records. It was like being in a dusty library. The room had no windows. She started to head for the cupboard where odds and ends were kept.

She stopped short as the sound of voices assailed her ears.

"Oh Ken… do it to me, Ken! It feels so good!" a woman's voice exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, baby," the male voice replied.

"Jee-zuz, it's hot and sweet up there. Christ, sweet pussy, baby!"

Curiosity got the better of her surprise, and Sue began to move stealthily forward. She peeked through the rows of files on one shelf into the next aisle.

The sight that greeted her made her eyes glow and her mouth open with amazement.

Greta, the receptionist, had her dress hiked up over her hips. Her pussy was bare, giving easy access to Ken Adler's groping fingers!