Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

He grasped her by the hand and led her to a locked door, fumbling in his pocket for the key. As he did so, a raging anger welled inside her.

How dare her husband cheat on her? How dare he fuck that strange woman?

They'd only been married six months and already he was dissatisfied with her. She hated him! Her loathing was so great she would do anything for revenge.

The door swung open and Tomley led her into an elegantly furnished room, thick plush carpeting wood cabinets, white leather sofas.

"This is the board room," he informed her. "You're a lucky girl. It's not everyone who gets to see the board room on their first day at work."

"Yes," she whispered. "I have to sit down."

Mechanically she directed herself to one of the sofas and flopped down on it, a dazed look in her eyes as the director stood over her, a grin of conquest sweeping over his face. Suddenly, he was sitting next to her, his arms around her shoulders, drawing her close to his body as his lips pressed against hers, and he kissed her with fiery passion.

She could feel the hardness of his pulsating penis digging into the soft flesh of her upper thighs but made no move to protest.

In her state of desperate misery she tried not to think as his hands glided down the front of her blouse, carefully undoing the buttons and spreading it wide.

The snaps of her brassiere came next, and she heard him sigh in lewd appreciation as it came loose to reveal her whitely trembling breasts.

He slipped the blouse and brassiere off her until the entire top half was completely naked, and she gazed at him in dazed wonderment. What was happening to her? She was in a state of shock and barely knew what she was doing. A second later she heard the faint whizzing sound of a zipper and then saw him wriggling her skirt down off her hips and jerking it free from her ankles.

Then he was down on his knees in front of her, drawing her panties down over the smooth white curves of her buttocks. He tugged them loose, and they too landed with the pile of other discarded clothing.

She was totally naked, completely at his mercy, and he gazed at her with leering eyes, his tongue flicking across his lower lip in lewd appreciation of her body. Suddenly he pressed forward, his lips caressing her belly, his tongue flicking into her navel in a tantalizing rhythm. She lay back against the cushions, and her arms involuntarily reached out, locked into his thick, prematurely gray hair.

Her husband had cheated on her. She had watched him as he sucked another woman's vagina and as the woman had sucked his cock in return.

She was free now, free to wreak her vengeance on him, and she was going to do it anyway she could. It was obscene, lewd, what her husband had done, and at that very moment, without her fully realizing it, the director was doing the same thing her husband had performed on the dark-haired woman.

His lips had dropped to her vagina, and his tongue was suddenly wriggling in between her cunt lips, making her squirm and jerk in a mad frenzy.

"S-Stop, please! No, don't do that," Dinah stammered, trying to push him away, but it was totally useless as he grasped the backs of her thighs and levered them high and wide in the air. Suddenly he began grunting and mewling like an animal, his teeth chopping into the downy fringe of her cunt hairs as his tongue speared into her involuntarily quivering pussy.

"No, don't do this to me," the young wife begged. "Oh God, no! Please take your tongue out of there."

She jerked at his head and squeezed her legs around his neck in a visetight scissors grip, but nothing happened. It all seemed to excite him more. He was lapping wetly at her cunt like an excited animal, the forefinger of each hand worming toward the crevice between her buttocks.

Oh God, she thought. I'm doing the same thing that vile woman was doing with my husband, and I can't help myself. There's no escape. It was so lewd! The older man's wetly licking tongue was spearing in and out of her, mining the hot liquid of her vaginal passage as it slithered up inside her like a jungle snake.

"No, don't suck me! Please don't suck me!" she groaned desperately, trying to squirm loose from his grip. But his fingers were clawing into her naked flesh; he was dragging her loins tighter and tighter against his mouth, his tongue was sinking even deeper. She was going insane.

She wanted to scream and yet she couldn't break away, for somewhere deep inside, she was actually enjoying herself. She was enjoying the lewd vile licking of her loins.

Her legs spread wider until they formed a giant vee, her feet pointing upward at the ceiling. His head bobbed frantically in and out, moaning mewling noises coming from his throat all the while. Her wetly throbbing cunt lips clasped and unclasped hungrily around his tongue, and she knew she was lost now. The last faint voice of her conscience pleaded with her, but it was growing dimmer and dimmer inside.

"No, no it's not right. No, don't kiss me there," the young redheaded wife mumbled, but her breath was coming heavily and her heart beating madly inside her throat. As she squirmed and bucked against his lewd tongue-fucking, his middle finger suddenly rammed up into her tightly puckering anus, and she lurched with spasmodic pain.

At the same time, her buttocks churned and ground down on them as though her body were completely at war with her mind. No, this couldn't be happening; she would never do anything like this, and yet she knew it wasn't a dream. She was being obscenely abused by this older man and actually enjoying it, though she couldn't yet fully admit it to herself. Suddenly, he withdrew the fingers and gripped her buttocks with a powerful force and hoisted her over his shoulders as she kicked and squirmed in protest. Bending low, he set her down on the thickly carpeted floor, pinning her shoulders in place and grinning at her like a sadistic beast who had quarried his prey.

"Oh God, you can't do this," she protested weakly, clenching her eyes tightly shut as though to block out the horror of what was going to happen.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to, no matter what you say."

Her whole body trembled as she imagined what was going to happen to her next, but it was not a simple trembling of fear. There was a tense enjoyment in it, too, though she still couldn't admit it to herself.

"Just relax, baby," he crooned. "There's no way you can fight me off.

So just relax and enjoy it. I'm gonna plant my cock inside that sweet little pussy of yours. You'll never be the same again. But first I'm gonna finish where I left off."

Dinah knew exactly what he meant, and while she made a feeble effort to close her legs, her body refused to respond to the commands of her mind. Raising her head, she watched in horror as he licked his lips to continue the unceremonious tongue-fucking of her cunt which he'd begun only moments ago.

"Ready?" he said, grinning down at her. "Ready or not, here I come."

Dinah groaned in helpless submission as her body trembled with suppressed desire. She didn't know if she could resist any longer. His skillful tongue inside her vagina might turn her into a raving whore any minute, but there was no choice. She could only do what he wanted.

"I'm going to suck it now, baby. I'm gonna really suck it this time," he growled at her, his powerful hands massaging the insides of her thighs.

Suddenly his head lunged at the triangle of her loins and his tongue rammed deep up inside her pussy, even deeper than it had gone before.

"Oh God! Ooohhh!" she gasped, twitching uncontrollably as he flicked out against the tiny bud of her clitoris then drew back through the exposed sensitive flesh of her helplessly dilating cunt.

As his mouth and tongue worked feverishly over the widespread tightness of her pussy, her eyes opened and she gazed down at his bobbing head.