Karen Ziegler - Her husband_s boss

Suddenly he quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she battered her body mercilessly beneath him. He knew that she was his now, completely, utterly, and Max had no intention of showing the least bit of mercy or human compassion. He wanted to hear her plead for his hot cum, to beg to be filled with it, so that she would remember, long after this day was over, what power he had wielded over body and mind.

"Tell me, whore, tell me what you want," Max growled as he deliberately slowed his stroking movements and teasingly ran his massive length only half-way into her, "Do you want me to fuck you and shoot my cum up into your snooty little cunt?"

"Oh yes, pleeeeease!" the voluptuous blonde gasped, her pride completely destroyed as she lay pinned and naked under his male weight. The thought of begging a complete stranger to drive the huge cock into her and empty his sperm-laden balls into her belly was unthinkable, but she was beyond caring now and yearned only for her own climax, now so close.

"I… I can't," she said, hesitating to submit to this final last degradation. This, she knew, would be the final surrender and there would be no escaping him ever again.

It was the only thing she had left.

By cruel treachery, he had taken everything else, her pride in her fidelity to her husband, her self-respect, everything was gone now. She could not let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg as well. And yet, she knew she would. Insane passion pulsed in her bloodstream like a lust-lit neon sign, sending searing electrical signals through her nerves and building her excitement to a crest that would surely drive her insane if she did not find relief. At last, closing her eyes so that she would not have to face the sadistic delight in his eyes, she murmured: "Oh, please, for God's sake, do it! Fuck me! Shoot your cum in my cunt!"

Grunting with approval of her submission, the older, heavily sweating man increased the tempo of his thrusts, grinding hard and deep into her so that his rigidly pistoning cock bored far up into the hidden recesses of her swaying young belly. Her naked breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his sweating chest, the tiny hard nipples digging into him like the buttons of a coat. The fire of sheer animal desire flared madly in his lunging groin and he too was now aware of nothing else in the world but the exciting fact that this beautiful young girl, the wife of his smart-assed magazine editor, was going insane beneath him, bucking her satiny ass and kicking with her heels against his broad shoulders as he fucked more and more savagely into her. Of all the hot bitches he had fucked in this very office, this one was among the best, if not the very best, and this time, he planned to make sure that it would be a special occasion. This tender little piece was going to be doing everything he wanted until the day her punk husband got wise to what was going on, if he ever did.

"Oh, ooooohhhhh, Goooooddddd! I'm cumming… I'm cummmmming nowwwww!" Kathy suddenly squealed in a high-pitched voice as she locked her slim ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring, sweat slickened torso. Her passion-imprisoned body heaved and she held on to him desperately, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that served to spew her orgasmic fluids out around his still hard driving cock. It trickled hotly down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks, soaking his heavily slapping balls and the two fingers buried all the way to the hilt up in her tiny puckered rectum.

He felt her jerk up toward him, the lips of her hotly seething little cunt working and sucking at his imbedded, marble-hard prick as though trying to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short, panting gasps and he frantically withdrew to thrust deep in again, feeling his own hot boiling sperm suddenly race up from his balls, jetting from the tip of his heavily throbbing cock and far on up into her soft quivering belly.

Kathy's lust-crazed brain whirled in mindless sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts of her husband's boss' cum surged into her, filling her with warm sticky wetness and mingling with her own cum juices in a wet pool of forbidden joy that the astonished young blonde had never before imagined. Then, after a long moment of gasping sighs, Kathy's trembling, perfectly-sculptured body was drained of everything, and her passion spent limbs collapsed loosely onto the cushions as Max's grip on her buttocks slowly relaxed. She shuddered for a second as he pulled his fingers from her tiny stretched anus with a soft wet hissing sound, then lay motionless, her body beaten and satiated as it had never been before. Tears welled in her cocoa-brown eyes as a sense of shame and humiliation rushed over her and she suddenly remembered where she was and just whose thick penis it was that was still soaking deep in her warmly pulsating vagina.

"Please, get off me, Mr. Alexander," she said finally, attempting to regain a little of the dignity that had been torn from her in the debasing sexual experience she had just undergone. "I… I have to go home to cook m-my h-husband's dinner."

The mention of Henry brought fresh tears trickling from her eyes and she wondered how she would ever explain her long absence to him. No matter what he might have said last night, she had no valid excuse for allowing a virtual stranger to ravage her body this way and she silently vowed that Henry must never, never know about what she had done.

"Oh, of course, my dear," the older man smiled condescendingly down at her misery. "Here, let me pull it out."

She closed her eyes to the sight of his lewd grin and quivered slightly as she felt him lift his hips, slipping his now-soft penis from her sperm flooded vagina with a soft, wet sucking noise. A cool rush of fresh air flowed over her loins when he rolled from her body, lowering his spent body to the floor beside the couch, and she heaved a long sigh of anguished relief.

Kathy had heard no sound and had not even realized that someone could have quietly opened the office door and slipped inside, until the sound of a woman's deep-throated chuckle made her eyes flutter open once again. The nakedly lying girl's mouth fell open in horrified dismay as she saw a statuesque, raven-haired woman, clad in an expensive looking red knit suit, lounging gracefully on the far arm of the leather sofa, her shapely crossed legs resting a few inches from where Kathy's shoeless feet had fallen limply on the cushions only a few moments before.

"Oh, God… oh no," Kathy sobbed in incoherent horror at the idea of another woman, probably some business associate of her husband, Henry, seeing her like this, limbs askew and her belly filled with the lewd wetness of Max Alexander's expended orgasm. Her well-used body lurched to a sitting position and she pulled her long legs tightly under her, crossing her arms over the front of her body in a vain attempt to hide her nakedness.

"Well, well, if it isn't June!" Max boomed heartily as he too noticed the other woman in the office for the first time. "As you can see, my natural impulses got the best of me. If you hadn't dressed, baby, you could have joined the party!"

"So I see," the gorgeous dark-haired woman answered calmly as she wryly surveyed Kathy's still-cowering figure. "You said this would be interesting… and I certainly hope it is, Max."

Kathy's dark brown eyes widened in shock as she listened to the conversation going on around her and she suddenly decided that this lovely woman must be Max Alexander's wife. Despite the fear that had filled her only a second ago, she now felt only compassion for the mature beauty who sat at her feet and she sympathetically remembered all the hurt and horror she herself had felt at the idea of her own husband making love to the gorgeous models he used in the magazine.