Karen Ziegler - Her husband_s boss

Kathy's desirable young body tensed as she felt Max begin to recklessly massage the smoothly curved cheeks of her buttocks, squeezing them and releasing them with a hypnotic rhythm that stirred her from head to foot. He twisted toward her, forcing her loins hard against his own anxious loins, and ground ruthlessly against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers. She gasped in astonishment and held her breath as she felt the bulging hardness under his pants press demandingly into the tender plane of her soft young belly. The sweet licorice liqueur drifted laxity through her bloodstream, intensifying the unwanted, uncontrollable sensations beginning to course through her aroused body. The blonde's wide brown eyes clenched firmly shut as she fought the vile seduction of her body with all of her strength, but the gentle urgency of his fingers digging greedily into her flesh, and the hardness of his excitedly rising penis pressing into her stomach through her dress, brought further soft moans of helpless submission tumbling from her open lips. Her very wantonness and Max's slyly insinuated hint that her own husband might be committing adultery with some beautiful model at this very minute in this very building were slowly taking their full toll on the innocent girl's tortured mind.

"Christ, but you're stacked, baby. I'm going to really enjoy this little fuck."

"Oh, don't please don't talk like that," Kathy whimpered like a child as she felt the lewd but delicious sensations still tingling across the alert surface of her skin at the sound of the indecent word. "No one h-has ever said anything like that to me! N-not even Henry!"

"Always a first time for everything, love," Max chuckled lewdly, dropping his hand down further between their tightly-clamped bodies to stroke the lithe suppleness of her lower belly with a teasing lightness.

"Oh God, don't touch me there! You can't," she moaned, her awakened body slack and defenseless from the strange erotic sensations that seemed to be taking complete control of her innocent young being. She jerked slightly as she felt Max's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her prim little dress up the front of her thighs. She sobbed in dazed bewilderment and tried again to pull away, calling upon all her willpower to fight the blazing tongues of lust that were slowly overwhelming her, the heated flames of forbidden desire licking downward from the pit of her stomach to tease hotly in the moistly rising wetness between her thighs.

"Sweetie, I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it. It'll teach that Goddamned smart-ass young husband of yours to get his mind off his models long enough to remember to put my picture in my own magazine," Max grinned, gloating. "And whenever you get bored with what you're getting at home, you'll always know, by God, where you can come to get some real cock."

Kathy gasped and shivered with apprehension as she felt the hem of her dress being moved up to the tops of her golden-tanned legs and his searching fingers come directly into contact with the tender sensitive flesh of her satiny inner thighs. Her thoughts whirled incoherently as she heard her own hot breathing in the office, the silence growing otherwise to be a noticeable thing as the minutes went by. The sound of a slight cotton-like rustle of fabric whispered with her breathing as the hem of her skirt rubbed against the black, unyielding surface of the couch. God, it was driving her crazy!!!

She edged her pubic mound slowly up closer to the illicit pleasure of his hand, her hardened little clitoris beating invitingly against the wetness of her panty crotchband. Then, unexpectedly, one fingertip found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina between her slightly spread thighs and pressed the protective nylon material wetly into it, parting the fleecy, surrounding hair and making sudden exciting contact with the tiny throbbing head of her inflamed clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the involuntary pangs of pure desire that filled her entire being and she sucked in her breath noisily to hold back the shameful groan of pleasure that was building deep in her chest. She did not dare to make a sound, for Max would know how weak she really was – that physically she was every bit as lustful as he was. She could do nothing but lie back against the back of the couch, helplessly vulnerable, as he roamed his hands deliberately over her hotly-responding body, taking obscene liberties with her as he wished. There was no way she knew to ward him off as in her horror she realized that her aroused body was reacting on its own to his bold caressing of her passion-seared buttocks and vagina. Her panties were now totally drenched up between her legs and her luscious white buttocks were squirming without shame to the teasing manipulations of his hand rummaging in her loins.

"Please, M-Max you mustn't do this to me," she wailed admonishingly, half-heartedly attempting to invest her tone with an authoritative note of accusation. But her own voice betrayed her, seeming to come from faraway, a frail, shaky sound that was not at all what she had intended. Her brain was sinking in a swamp of vagueness and lassitude, and only the feverish, burning palpitations in her full breasts and white loins mattered now. She knew she was being taken advantage of, cruelly, but still nothing mattered at that moment but the thriving sexual stirrings that were steadily taking over her young mind and body.

"All right, baby, if that's the way you want it," Max's sneering voice sliced suddenly into her doped consciousness, "then maybe we ought to forget the whole thing."

Max rose abruptly from her side, his nostrils flaring with faked anger. He knew the aphrodisiac had taken its toll and that he was in no real danger of losing her if he had his fun and tormented her a while longer.

Kathy was alone in that instant, lying sprawled on the black leather sofa that belonged to a stranger, her own husband's employer, her arms dangling down uselessly at her sides as she stared, bewildered, up at Max Alexander standing above her, grinning down at her with leering, merciless impertinence. She could not wholly understand the full lascivious meaning implied by his evil expression and could concentrate only on the fire now blazing out of control up between her legs, making her almost-virginal breasts swell and tighten more, the lean white surface of her stomach contracting automatically in a slow tortuous writhing motion. Her breathing was labored, rising and falling with the effort of her excitement.

"Go on home then, you silly little bitch," he taunted, backing away from her voluptuously quivering body with a scornful laugh. "Go on home to that cheating husband of yours and your brooms and mops, and forget about the job you want… the one in public relations I had in mind for you. Hell, that kind of job takes a real woman, not a sniveling young homebody!"

Kathy gaped up at him in wonderment, her lust-fogged mind unable to comprehend the total meaning of what she was hearing. Before, her feelings had been an odd mixture of relief and disappointment when her husband's boss had suddenly decided to deprive her of his thrill-provoking caresses, but now she was becoming uncertain and wrenched by misgiving. A job such as the one he had mentioned was something she had dreamed of, a sort of passport to a land of interesting people and adventurous parties, a land that might make even Henry respect her as a real person. God, it would be so easy, she thought yearningly; so easy just to forget and let go, to spread her legs wide and do what Henry's boss wanted her to do. The way she felt right now, with tide after tide of mind-reeling desire rising ever higher in her, dizzying and confusing her until she could barely think, it might be a kind of relief to succumb to him to satisfy this weird blazing inferno inside her youthful limbs. Yes, she wanted to have this middle-aged, imposing man standing over her; she wanted him almost more than she had ever wanted anything in her life; but even in the tempting stress of the moment, she knew that she could not do anything that harsh and basically unfair to her husband. No, she loved him too much to ever let some fleeting affair jeopardize their life together.