J. Benford - The Family Haven 1

She was lonely, the report said, she wanted to meet friends and thought perhaps a semi-pro theatrical group might be the answer. Tse Ling would see she met friends, plenty of them… but her performances with them might not come under any particular dramatic art, as seen on the stage at least. The little Oriental smiled to himself at his thoughts.

For the fourth time, Jack Bowing got out of his car and put another coin into the parking meter. He had parked a couple of streets away from where the Ling-Tan Agency had its office. Susan was to come round here as soon as the initial interview was over. It was running into the fourth hour since she had kissed him good-bye and waved as she trotted up the road. He had expected her to be about half an hour. Surely they would only want to take brief notes at this first introduction. They hoped to be able to form some opinion about the Ling-Tan Agency from this first visit perhaps, after all, it was a legitimate organization, perhaps Susan could not leave so easily without arousing their suspicion, and she was given some sort of audition.

Jack got back into the car. He smiled. Funny if after all it was a straight firm, and if they were giving Susan some sort of an audition when all she wanted to find out was if they were the sort of firm which would stoop to procuring young lonely girls and women. Jack Bowing might not have settled back quite so placidly in his car had he known the stage at which his pretty wife's 'audition' had reached.

After the first cigarette the Chinaman had invited her to join him in smoking what he described as a really pleasant dreamy leaf, and had taken her through into a small cubicle of a room at the back of his private office, that was furnished only with a sort of wooden bunk affair. The moment the old Oriental settled down beside her on the mattressed bunk, and she began to inhale the long thin weed he had lit for her, she knew this was a much more potently strong reefer than the one she had forced herself to smoke in his office. Susan inhaled deeply. She did not know what else to do. She appreciated she was in a tight corner. She had already formed the opinion that this Agency might well be the lead that would give them a clue to Tina. If she had been brought to this little smoking den with the old man just like this… well, who was to know what was to follow. Susan Bowing knew she would just have to wait and find out. By the time she had sucked less than half the long thin weed, she was experiencing a familiar desiring ache deep in her cunt. With every long drag at this sickly weed, she was literally feeling herself relaxing and caring less and less about her cares and worries. She didn't feel like the same person, she was not anxious and worried about her missing sister any more… she was not in the least concerned about anything… or anybody…

She was happy, that mattered, and she was drifting on a high cloud. She was inhaling and puffing away blissfully and was hardly aware that the slit-eyed Oriental with her had gently lifted her with his hands under her armpits and settled her down further back towards the center of the bunk. She was aware, however, that she was seated not on a flat mattress now, but on what could be a most uncomfortable length of wood or rubber that was shaped in a triangle running lengthwise from the front of her body between her thighs and away beyond her back. She found she derived a tremendous sensual pleasure from rubbing herself down on that quite sharp edge, she could press down and feel the edge biting up into her cunt-crevice, her panties preventing the apparatus from actually touching her flesh.

She knew Tse Ling was watching her, and yet she didn't care as she rubbed her twat slowly and sensually on the length of the triangle.

When the sensation grew more intense between her thighs, she was forgetting to inhale at the weed. The little Oriental was holding the mouthpiece of a slender long stemmed pipe to her lips now, and as she inhaled from this new smoking affair, she felt her head and nostrils fill with the extra sickly sweet pungency from the fumes. The Oriental had his hands on her hips now and was coaxing her to bend forward slightly. She discovered why… as she bent forward so she brought the edge of the triangular ridge against that part of her moist panties that covered her little swelling clitoris. The sensual wakening in that tiny hardening bud could not be described… she had never experienced this sort of sexual feeling quite so accurately nor quite so acutely before.

The Oriental had one arm around her shoulders and was inducing her to relax back, leaning against him. This she was more than willing to do, provided she could keep that pleasure- giving ridge between her thighs, and pressed tightly to her increasingly moist cunt. She made not the slightest protest when she felt his hot hand settle down over her breast. Oh, how good it felt to have a hand gently massaging her tit through her clothing! In her three years of married life with Jack, she had been happy in all ways, never had she desired or looked for the attention of any other man, never had she wanted a man to touch her!

She liked to be admired, of course, all women have that desire, but never had she wanted to be touched by anyone other than her loving husband. Now, in the space of a few minutes, everything seemed to have changed. She wanted this horrid looking squat Oriental to embrace her, wanted him to fondle her breasts like this. She was relieved when at last his hand was inside her blouse, the eager clever fingers were insinuating themselves under the cup of her bra. Her large firm tit was snuggled into the yellowish skinned palm, her erecting scarlet nipple was trapped in between his fingers as he cupped her whole breast. He agitated his palm and fingers until her nipple was grotesquely hard and stubby, she writhed herself more tightly down on that pleasure-giving ridge lying lengthwise under her cunt. The tingling sensation she experienced there was the same as she got when she was in bed with Jack, and he had spent several long minutes arousing her ready for their fucking.

She tried to bring her thoughts back into line with stark reality. She had found out enough about this Agency to be more than suspicious of it. She should try and get away now, get back to her waiting husband in the car… things were getting out of hand here… she would have to make her stand now, or it might be too late… As if sensing her sudden brief emotion of fear, or her intention to try and get away, Tse Ling dropped one hand to her waist, he slid his arm around her hips and forced her down harder, so that the ridge of the triangular shaft drove harder along her wet twat forcing her panties to form another lining for her vagina. At the same time he forced her to lean forward so that the ridge played on her clitoris again. This time the hypersensitive clitoris bud throbbed and grew in rapid response to the rubbing of the ridge against its head. Tse Ling smiled happily as he saw this young woman close her eyes, throw her head back, and surrender herself to the thrilling erotic pleasures that were coursing through her from her aroused cunt. When her belly began to jerk, when her hips began to roll slowly, when she began to gasp and writhe as if she was already in the throes of intercourse, the wily sensual Oriental knew that victory was his… as it was always, once he got the feminine victim on this ridged mattress in this little smoking den. He quickly had her blouse pulled up under her chin, her bra was unhooked, and her beautifully full white breasts were joggled into exposure. His yellow fingers rolled her nipples, he kneaded the white flesh of her lush tits while she masturbated herself lewdly and with wild abandon on that rubber ridge on the mattress.

Outside her husband still waited, not with so much patience now, but hoping that when Susan did appear she would have something worth while to report…