Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

"Touch me," Glen panted.

"What?" Linda gasped.

"Here, I'll show you," he said. "Jesus, I can't believe how innocent you are. But it's kind of a turn-on."

Still kneading her soaked erect clit, Glen used his other hand to guide her hand down to his cock. Linda gasped and flinched when she touched the hot hard meat. Glen pressed her hand against his swollen dick and rubbed her palm up and down the silky stiff pole.

"Just do that," he panted. "Rub my cock."

Linda obeyed, though she trembled and blushed as she moved her hand gingerly up and down his sleek hard cock. She knew it was a wicked thing to do, yet it was exciting to feel his hot throbbing prick under her palm. Warm sticky juice bubbled out of his cock-head and soaked her hand.

"Oh, Christ," Glen moaned, "I'm sorry, honey, I just can't wait any longer. You've got me so damned excited, I'm about to come."

Panting, red-faced with horny excitement, Glen forced Linda's long legs wide open and scrambled between them. All her fear and shame came back as she prepared to take her first cock. The big knobby head of his prick pressed against her moist virgin cunt mouth, and she trembled with fright.

"Easy, easy," Glen whispered.

He thrust his huge hard cock-head into her tiny tight cunt mouth, and Linda gasped with pain. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as Glen worked his cock slowly into her, stuffing and stretching her virgin box, She had a tearing sensation, and then the drooling head of his prick was touching her womb.

"Linda, for God's sake," Glen exclaimed, "why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"

Linda just shook her head and sobbed. It was over now, her carefully preserved virginity gone. Glen's hugely swollen dick was all the way into her, threatening to tear her tiny tight cunt. She knew he wasn't finished yet, and she'd never been so afraid in her life.

But Glen began fucking her very slowly and gently, easing his big swollen prick up and down her silky gripping little cunt. It didn't hurt at all now. Linda began to relax and feel a growing pleasure as he filled and stuffed her tiny twat again and again.

"Ohhhhh," she murmured,

"That's it," Glen panted, "relax and dig it. You'll find out balling can be a helluva lot of fun baby."

Linda could already agree with him. As her little box relaxed and stretched to take the repeated deep thrusts of his prick, she felt that melting sensation again, that hot horny glowing in her pussy. Soon she was moving her hips in time to his strokes, and her aroused cunt was creaming heavily around his stroking meat.

"You like it now, don't you?" Glen said eagerly.

"Yes," Linda murmured, "oh, God, yes."

"Then get set for a real ride, honey," Glen panted, "because I can't be gentle any more."

His thick hard cock-meat suddenly slammed hard into her, and he started to fuck her furiously, his swollen balls slapping her little butt, their bellies meeting in loud smacks. Linda gasped and clung to him, feeling a growing excitement, a delicious exploding sensation deep in her cunt.

"Ohhhhh, God," she moaned, "what's happening?"

"You're coming, baby," Glen gasped, "and so am I."

He gave a hoarse moan, and then Linda felt her tiny cunt blasted and filled with steamy come. Delicious spasms rocked her body, and she moaned and creamed and clawed the bed as her very first climax spun on and on.

"Oh, my God, yes, YES," she wailed.

But when her orgasm had ended and Glen had rolled off her, Linda experienced deep shame. She'd sacrificed her virginity to a man she didn't love, a man she'd only just met-and for what? So she could have a career to satisfy her greedy little ego.

"Hey, don't look so glum, honey," Glen said, lighting a cigarette. "You've got that job for sure. You've got a great future ahead of you."

"I wonder," Linda said sadly, "I really wonder."

Several weeks later Linda was hard at work at her desk when the senior editor of "Scene," Martin Graves, asked her to come to his office. Graves, a tall handsome man with thick silver hair, ushered Linda into his private office and closed the door.

"Linda," he said, "I have some rather disturbing news. We're going to have to make some cuts in the staff to save expenses, and the choice is between you and Peggy."

Linda's face fell. She'd thought that gong to bed with Glen Parsons had guaranteed her her job. Since that night she'd balled Glen several times to keep his good will, but apparently it wasn't enough just to win over an assistant editor.

"Mr. Graves," Linda said, "I've wanted this kind of job since I was a little girl. I'll do anything to keep it."

Graves studied her tall voluptuous figure for a moment and then said, "I'll take that into consideration, Linda. Perhaps we could discuss it further over dinner tonight?"

"Of course, Mr. Graves," Linda said, flashing him a big smile.

Linda left Graves' office determined to fight for her place on the staff no matter what she had to do. She'd worked too hard and given up too much for her career to lose her job now. It was just too bad that she had to compete with Peggy, who was a nice friendly girl.

Linda had hardly gotten back to her desk when Martin Graves summoned Peggy to his office. Peggy stayed there much longer than Linda had, almost half an hour. When she came out, her face was flushed and her hair was tousled. Peggy headed straight for the ladies' room, avoiding the glances of the other girls.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Linda followed Peggy into the ladies' room. Peggy, a petite brunette, was leaning against the wall and sobbing.

"Peggy, for heaven's sake, what happened?" Linda said.

"That bastard," Peggy wept. 'That damned Graves. He told me he'd have to cut me from the staff if I didn't make it with him. So I-" She broke into sobs and couldn't continue.

"I get the picture," Linda said grimly. "Right in his office? He made you do it there?"

Peggy nodded miserably. "I never wanted to do it with anyone but Don, my fiance'," she sobbed, "but I didn't want to lose this job."

"I know how you feel," Linda said dully. Peggy sobbed.

She left the ladies room wondering just what to do. Apparently Peggy had beaten her to the draw, fucking Graves right there in his office before Linda had a chance to work on him. Yet Linda still had a dinner date with him. Perhaps she still had a chance to win out over Peggy.

It made her feel a little sick to have to fight with such a nice girl, a girl who could have grown to be her friend-and all to please a man she didn't particularly care for. But to Linda her career came before anything else, even friendship. She was determined to do whatever was necessary to keep her job with "Scene."

That night, after she and Martin Graves had had dinner at a very posh restaurant, Graves drove her to his apartment. Linda noted wryly that Glen Parsons had at least told her where they were going when he took her home to seduce her. Graves didn't even bother to mention their destination.

He had a twelfth-floor suite in a modern high-rise building, tastefully furnished and equipped with every convenience. Linda accepted his offer of a drink and took a seat before the huge picture window with its spectacular view of Manhattan.

"This decision is very difficult for me, Linda," Martin said as he joined her with their drinks. "Both you and Peggy are excellent workers, but we just can't afford such a large staff. Cuts will have to be made."

"I understand, Mr. Graves," Linda said nervously sipping her drink. "But I think I'm the girl for the job."

Martin Graves frowned and said, "Perhaps so, but Peggy is really desperate to keep her job, too. In fact she made a considerable sacrifice today to keep it."

Linda reddened but managed to keep her voice cool and calm. "I know," she said, "I heard about that."