Lovers At Play

Lovers At Play

Chapter 1
Sheik Abdullah tilted back in the big leather chair in his Houston hotel room, watching the voluptuous young salesgirl, Dawn Peters, lean forward across the coffee table to show him another one of the new fall negligees. Her long beautiful legs were crossed and angled to the side. He let his eyes surreptitiously slide down their silken length when his third wife, Saraifa, turned to the long racks of sensuously colored negligees. Dawn lifted her arms toward the rack, and Sheik Abdullah felt his whole gut tighten at the hugely billowing mounds of her tits under the light cotton dress. What the hell was he sitting here arguing with the beautiful salesgirl for? He didn't give a damn right now whether or not his wives wore pink or blue in bed, or if they ever got their cursed negligees. To hell with them. This salesgirl was made for fucking, and fucking only. He should know; he had enough wives!
"You see, Sheik, beige is the 'in' color for negligees this year, and though it is a lovely shade, I think a woman feels more ... sensuous in the other colors." Her blue eyes were earnest and sincere, so beautiful in their fringe of startling long lashes that a man could agree to almost anything just from looking into them. Sheik Abdullah took in her silky auburn hair tied loosely back in a ponytail, a severe hairdo except for the soft bangs that curled over her high smooth forehead. A man could also imagine what that hair would be like flung out on a pillow. The thick cream color of her skin set off those blue eyes and auburn hair. He looked at every bit of that skin that was visible, from her beautiful face with its straight aquiline nose and small determined chin, long delicate throat, graceful hands, then back to the throat and the creamy "vee" where her neckline cut off the view. But it didn't take much imagination to know that the rest of the skin on her long slender body was just as white and silky.
"You mentioned that you wanted to buy a number of articles from the store, so I've brought you a catalogue of the quality items that we sell." Dawn tugged her briefcase from the inside arm of her chair.
The Sheik's wife, Saraifa, had had about all she could take. Her husband had been undressing the voluptuous salesgirl with his eyes ever since she had come into the hotel room. The Great Sheik of Rhadd with all of his wives and mistresses! Her husband always thought first of the cunt in a woman and then maybe if she was good at fucking, he thought of the woman herself. Easy, she cautioned herself, jealousy is not good. The beautiful salesgirl was making a bad job of selling her items. She, Saraifa, could make her do worse, but this time she would help the pretty cunt.
"Husband," Saraifa spoke up, taking a chair by the rack. Her husband permitted her to smoke, so she lit a cigarette. "Husband, if I may speak a moment, I think the girl's right. I think the colors should be more sensuous than beige."
Saraifa was a tall attractive Arab woman with long black hair twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck. She was beautiful, but underneath her beauty there was a hardness that should not be in anybody. It showed through the loveliness and marred the perfection of her features. Her face was hard now as she thought out a way to please her husband for she knew that his pleasure meant hers--her favors were returned. She would give him the beautiful little salesgirl.
"I think you are correct," Dawn said in her soft insinuating voice. "And I hope your husband will be willing to let me show you our full line." Dawn kept her eyes on the Sheik, her heart thudding, her mind beating out an insistent prayer that she hoped would influence him. She had to get this sale! Her boss, Warren Mathieson, had made that perfectly clear before she left. "The Sheik Abdullah is one of our best customers. When he comes to town you can count on him to spend anywhere from ten thousand on up. We do not want to lose him as a customer. You must do anything he wants. And if you don't, and you lose his patronage, you're finished. Do you understand?"
She understood, and she swore she would do absolutely nothing that would jeopardize her job and career; she was too ambitious for that.
Saraifa looked at Dawn sitting there so intensely, willing the Sheik to go for it. She was so beautiful she didn't look real, with the kind of beauty you didn't see very often, the kind that launched ships. "Husband, it is time I was leaving," the Sheik's wife said suddenly, and stood up from her chair. "You will have no trouble in choosing what is right for us. Miss Peters, I trust you will be well?"
Saraifa was already at the door. She had much to do, and it would not be good if she stayed to see her husband fuck the little salesgirl.
The Sheik excused himself to Dawn and walked his wife into the adjoining room. He caught her elbow. "You have something in your mind, do you not?"
Saraifa smiled maliciously. "No, Abdullah. You know me better than that. I am just thinking of your pleasure. There are not many beautiful girls like her in our country. I am handing her to you, darling. She's all yours. All you have to do is make her think that you are going to buy much but only for the price of her cunt."
"You are a most devious wife." He laughed, showing beautiful white teeth.
"Something like that, darling." Saraifa smiled conspiratorially.
"And you know me too well. One day there will be trouble with this knowledge."
"But not today?" She laughed softly as Abdullah kissed her cheek and gave her bottom an affectionate pat when she turned down the thickly carpeted hall lined with doors leading to the other rooms of the huge hotel suite.
Dawn heard the door close, but the carpet muffled the Sheiks footsteps. She didn't realize he'd crossed the room again until she felt his hands on her shoulders.
"Now, would you like a drink, my dear?" His hands, big and well manicured, squeezed her, then trailed away as he came around to lean on the table right in front of her. There was something almost palpable in the air. Sheik Abdullah exuded such magnetism and charm that it was almost as though the atmosphere were full of electricity.
"I don't think you realize what's in store for you. With the amount of things I wish to buy, I demand a lot of work." He opened the ornately carved bar and began mixing drinks. His rich brown velvet eyes with the shaggy dark eyebrows burrowed into her as he worked. Dawn felt a warning signal go off in her head.
"Yes, I know that, Sheik, but we're prepared for that. That is why I am here."
"But buying the items from you doesn't mean that you get the commission for them if you displease me. I can even have you fired," he said slowly, letting each word sink in. He handed her a very large, icy martini.
Dawn's blue eyes widened as she realized that he knew how important this sale was to her. "But, I mean surely you don't expect ..."
"I don't expect anything," Sheik Abdullah said sharply. "But I don't know if I will want to buy any merchandise yet."
"Well, I must admit ... that's a blow, but I still want to try," Dawn said as calmly as she could, taking a long sip of her martini. God, she was tired, and he was giving her the creeps. An involuntary shudder ran up her arms.
"Very well." The Sheik was looking her over frankly, mentally seeing the hugely billowing tits tumbling out so nakedly voluptuous. Her long thighs were still crossed, outlined by the light cotton dress that lay on her leg just above the knee, their shape, proportion, and angle making a small "vee" at the bottom of her lap that drew his eyes like a magnet. Yes, he was more than willing to let Dawn Peters try anything.
The nervous young girl stood up to edge away and out. This Sheik Abdullah was making her uneasy and uncertain by his insinuations and his efforts to throw her off balance. His wife had made him give in, but she had the terrible feeling that she, Dawn Peters, was going to reap the consequences.
"Thank you, Sheik. I do appreciate the opportunity."
"Finish your drink," he snapped.
"But I have to get ..." Her words were cut short, for Sheik Abdullah grabbed her, crushing her against his well tailored body with the swiftness of a bird of prey. Dawn found her open mouth caught by his in a fierce kiss, the iron arms completely surrounding her, pulling her forward and into him. She was so surprised that for a moment she wasn't quite sure what really had happened, but she could feel his bruisingly demanding lips and hot breath. The expensive tobacco and linen smell of his clothes hit her nostrils, and the warmly hard, muscular domination of his arms and hands circling her rib cage and his fingers digging into her softly yielding asscheeks ... and the unmistakably throbbing bulge of his cock, under the trousers, pressing insistently against her belly disturbed her. Did he truly think she was some naive little slut who'd be willing to use her body in order to sell him what he would probably buy anyway? She pushed hard against his chest with doubled fists, her briefcase falling to the floor unheeded.
Sheik Abdullah held her easily, hardly exerting himself. Despite her height, and she must have been at least five seven or eight, taller now in her wedged sandals, she was completely defenseless against his strength, her sensuously curved form cushioned in firmly ripe flesh. The lusciously trembling tits were crushed hard against his chest. So this hot little bitch doesn't like paying the price, he thought, amused. Well, they all decide differently when things get right down to the pay-off. Sheik Abdullah shoved his tongue brutally into her warm wet mouth, forcing it past her teeth. He clutched her even closer, one softly curved little asscheek in his big hand. She was a wild thing, trying to claw at his face now. He ignored it, concentrating on the feel of this delectable creature, already imagining undressing her. He liked wild things. Taming them made him master of himself again.
The beautiful salesgirl struggled hard, panting through her flaring nose in tortured breaths, but her beating fists and clawing fingernails didn't seem to affect him at all. This monster went right on kissing her, French kissing her with his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth, the hotly pressing hand covering and clenching her asscheeks. She could even feel his heavily pulsing cock beating like a heart against her belly, flicking rhythmically against her like a pulse.
With a superhuman effort born of necessity, Dawn wrenched her mouth away and gasped, "Stop it. No, I won't," only to have his huge paw catch the back of her head, forcing her straining mouth back to his. She felt the strong fingers push through her tied-back hair, and the barret fell noiselessly onto the carpet.
This little cunt has to learn. It's me, Sheik Abdullah, who gives the orders. When I'm ready to let her go, I will, and not until then. He tongue-fucked into her mouth mercilessly, his fingers tearing out the pins in her hair while his hard muscular thigh forced itself between her long lithe legs to rub against the pubic bone arching beneath her clothes. She was whining now deep in her throat and straining as though his arms were a hated cage and she an animal wanting freedom. The Sheik grabbed the salesgirl's flailing arms, pinning them down with one of his behind her back, his thigh shoving up even harder into her panty-clad cunt, which freed one of his huge hands to close over her wildly trembling tits.
Dawn was shivering with rage now and frustration--and fear. This brute was so strong and so determined that panic began to gnaw at her insides. How was she ever going to get out of this one? Even her legs were pinned with his hard thigh thrust obscenely between her own and his lewd grinding and rubbing of her pussy made her want to scream. She could feel her hair flowing down over her shoulders to the middle of her back, but that brutal hand still held her skull as though it were a shell he could break with his hands. The Sheik had looked so gentlemanly, she thought hysterically, in his expensive tailor-made suit. They say clothes make the man. Hah! She would never believe that line again.
The feel of this lush young salesgirl's wildly quivering titties in his hands sent the blood coursing up into the Sheik's already rigidly pulsating cock in ever-increasing tides. He could feel its long, growing length bundled painfully in his shorts, crushed against the yielding softness of her belly. Hefting her voluptuously rounded tit in his palm, he marveled at its perfect roundness. These were a real woman's tits, made to kiss and suck and bite, and by God, they'd soon be in his mouth!
The hotly caressing hand holding her tits sent an unwanted lassitude, like a cloud moving over the sun, wavering through Dawn's unwilling young body. Oh God! How had she let herself be trapped? She'd had men try to fuck her before, but she'd always managed to feel it coming and side-step them or laugh them out of it. But there'd only been the tiniest of warnings just before this beast of a Sheik had grabbed her. Maybe her father had been right about her after all. Ambition would destroy her in the end. But her father had been so harsh to her, always trying to dominate her every thought. She'd felt more than justified in leaving home and living her own life, so that at the age of eighteen she'd been a young girl on her own. Now, four years older, she was on her way up to real success, or had been, until now.
Sensing her change in mood, Sheik Abdullah let his lips slide at last away from Dawn's wetly bruised mouth, down her cheek to the white column of her throat. His hand wormed its way inside the vee neckline to feel her hot satin flesh, his fingers snaking across one softly rounded shoulder inside the cotton dress, then poking down inside the edge of her bra toward the softly trembling mound of her tit. His mouth nibbled gently along her throat and ear and jaw. "Such a beautiful woman," the Sheik muttered against the perfumed heat of her skin.
"Nooooooooooooo ...!" The entrapped young girl moaned as she felt his eagerly searching fingers reach their soft goal, her sensitive little nipples, which hardened instantly to erect attention. An almost electric thrill jolted through her frantically struggling body as he pinched the nipple to a quiveringly hard peak of desire. An equally traitorous hotness had started in her shamelessly responding cunt and was gradually spreading its way upward like a flame engulfing a house. There was a chance, a small chance, that she might get away if she fooled him into thinking she was going to give in and really let him fuck her. Oh how could she have been such a fool? Such a blind ambitious fool! She relaxed a bit, hoping to trick him.
Grinning in triumph, Sheik Abdullah brought both hands around to fondle the succulent billowing tits, and began fumbling at the catch of her lace bra as his hotly searching tongue tip probed her inner ear like a small wet cock. Dawn forced herself, despite her erotically responding body's protests, to throw her arms up and push hard, then spun away from him, and ran desperately toward the door of the elegant hotel suite.
"Goddamn!" she heard him roar just as her hand closed over the huge brass knob. He caught her by the arms, his powerful hands like iron bands. Sheik Abdullah jerked her around brutally. "The door's locked."
A sudden fury shook her; the red haze of rage before her eyes made him look like a raving maniac. "I am not any little slut who's going to persuade you to spend your money. Let me go!" she panted as he shook her. "I'll scream." Tears of rage began pouring down her face.
"Who'd listen?" the Sheik snarled. "And if they did, I'd only insist you were pulling the old 'rape' trick. Who's going to believe you over a rich man like me, you stupid little bitch!"
"Please, please," she begged, the helplessness closing in on her again. She knew the moment he had said it that he was right. He had only to say that she had started tearing her clothes off and stood there screaming rape in order to humiliate him. No one had to tell her Sheik Abdullah was an important man in the business world. Without a doubt, he'd be believed. The great Sheik Abdullah would never be accused of fucking her against her will. She was only a salesgirl, and a new one, with only two months as the head of the lingerie department. Her boss, Warren Mathieson, would fire her as ruthlessly as he'd fired the girl before her.
"And if you have any ideas about telling about this, forget it. I'll have you blackballed with every business in the country!" His hands bit into her arms cruelly, his lust-contorted face above her spitting out his anger. It couldn't be happening, but it was. She was going to be raped right here and now, and there was nothing she could do about it. Why had she even asked for this job? But she knew. She'd wanted this job as salesgirl more than she'd ever wanted anything! But how could she have predicted this insane performance by one of the customers whom she had to persuade to buy as much as he could? This was the last thing that would ever have occurred to her; that he'd expect her to let him fuck her in exchange for his buying out half the store.
The anger and terror on Dawn's face only made her more beautiful than ever. Her auburn hair streamed in silky wealth down over her shoulders. The blue eyes were wet, her abjectly tear-stained face more white than ever. The cotton dress had come unbuttoned so that the "vee" between her titties had widened and deepened, showing the white lace bra and the hugely billowing mounds foaming over the top. The Sheik felt the hardness of his painfully jerking cock once more in his pants.
"Now you listen to me." He twisted her arms behind her and held them in a bruising grip. Then he ran his other hand up the back of her head to catch a handful of shining red waving hair, tilting her face up to him.
"You want to sell me some goods? Well, you'll have to sell yourself first."
Dawn stared in disbelief and horror as she was held completely captive by the desire-driven man, her face turned up to his snarling one, the brutal hands punctuating his words by tightening in her hair. Her brain was still refusing to believe that she was living this here and now. It's really just a dream--you'll wake in a minute. But her sensuously excited body, bruised and humiliated, but strangely aroused, knew only too well that it was real. The pain in her scalp and arms was real. The shuddering sobs rising in waves from her chest were real.
Even as she tried to believe it was a dream, some hidden part of her mind was functioning, telling her that this was her only chance to sell the Sheik as much as she could. Besides, women were fucked all the time. She wouldn't die. She'd get the commission, secure her job, everything she wanted and needed. She really wouldn't be giving up that much except an exaggerated sense of pride.
"Now get your clothes off!" Sheik Abdullah flung her away from him. She stumbled, almost falling, but caught herself with a hand on the back of a chair. She was sobbing, struggling for breath, as he watched her cling to a chair back, fighting for control. By God, that was better! He hadn't fucked an innocent like this huge-titted little salesgirl in almost two weeks. Sheik Abdullah took off his suit jacket and began unbuttoning his vest.
"I said ... get them off!"
Dawn's hands fluttered up to her gaping dress and found the last three buttons that closed over her slender waist and hips. It was as though she were blinded by the tears and the dress were an unfamiliar one. Her hands shook as she fumbled and struggled with the buttons.
Stripping swiftly, Sheik Abdullah walked over to the big armchair. He threw all his clothes on the floor and sat down to watch the helplessly weeping girl. His massively throbbing cock was jutting up like a gigantic redwood, and he stroked it fondly as he watched the show.
Dawn Peters was just reluctantly pulling her cotton dress off her smooth white shoulders when she turned slightly to free one arm at a time and saw Sheik Abdullah sitting there completely naked, the olive skin of his face and the smooth hairless skin of his chest giving him a godlike appearance. His arms were enormously bulging logs, the muscles standing out in armored swells, forearms again barely covered with hairs. Dawn caught her breath as her eyes traveled down the great bellows of his chest to the hard flat belly that was bisected by his gigantic, heavily pulsing cock. It stood up like a battering ram! He was stroking his huge thickness tenderly, his brown eyes hooded by his heavy arrogant lids, as he watched her intently, the prey that had inadvertently stumbled into his lair.
The young salesgirl stood as if caught by a still photograph in the act of undressing, poised and startled, her dark auburn hair tumbled over her white shoulders, the bangs partially covering her frightened, wary eyes. One round white shoulder was bared, as well as her two billowing tits in the inadequate restraint of her small white lace bra. Her dress was opened all the way down to the beginnings of her copper-colored pussyhairs. Her skin was just as smooth and warm over her firmly flat little belly that was dimpled by the indentation of her navel. Remembering her long silken legs, Abdullah wondered what held the stockings up, for in this pose, she looked as though she might have been wearing no panties or pantyhose.
"Get on with it," he ordered, though he really was in no rush, for his eyes were feasting as they hadn't for a very long time. Slowly, she freed the other shoulder and then both arms, the light cotton dress clinging like a drapery around her gracefully curved hips. The Sheik could see that she was still trembling as she stood for a moment watching him with fascinated, unbelieving, yet still frightened eyes as he deliberately stroked the shaft of his thickly pulsing cock. Her eyes widened even further. She'd never seen anything to equal the size of his prick, he thought with satisfaction, and she's not likely to see one bigger in the whole city.
The heavily throbbing prick with its thin little cum-slit in the head held Dawn's attention as though it were a snake that had cast a spell over her. Its sinister size and naked need, thrusting up obscenely to the light like a serpent, held her as it stuck up from the dark, pubic-haired basket of the Sheik's lap. It would be rape, she thought in panic. No woman could ever willingly let that thing be fucked inside her cunt, for she'd be split open. The young, innocent salesgirl trembled more violently at the thought of being skewered by his heavily pulsing cock. All vestiges of the gentleman had been stripped away from the Sheik with his clothes. She saw now a naked savage with only a need that must be satisfied regardless of cost or damage. Some deep inner knowledge recognized, knew, and answered that fact. Her dress slid down her hips to curl in a coil of cotton around her feet.
She stood in two wisps of white lace that were scarcely whiter than her skin except that they were cold white and her body was a white warmed by blood coursing through it and underneath the surface. The bra was hinged in the middle like an opened clam shell; it barely contained her softly trembling tits. The bikini panties were only a strip of white lace, and her pantyhose encased her long, perfectly formed thighs, knees, and calves. The Sheik felt his belly constrict, and his hotly throbbing cock jump excitedly in his hand. He couldn't remember ever seeing anything so luscious as the almost naked beauty of the young salesgirl, Dawn Peters! Right now he felt like thanking his wife, but he already had. God knew what she would expect from this. His breath was coming in pants, stopping and starting, as he watched the beautiful, young innocent hesitantly perform the strip tease before him.
Next came the bra. The Sheik sat very still, slowing his cock-stroking motions as he watched Dawn's shaking hand reach up to the hinge between her hugely billowing tits. A little fumbling and the white lace cups were slowly peeled aside to reveal the smooth, whitely trembling titties. They were even more beautiful than he could have imagined. The bra had been only an adornment, a convention, for it did nothing to support their immense weight. Her softly trembling tits hadn't sagged a millimeter when she pulled the bra cups away. The lacy wisps dangled by their straps down her arms and, as her arms fell, the useless garment slid off her hands to join the cotton dress.
A strange thing was happening inside Dawn for she was suddenly getting a perverse enjoyment from watching Sheik Abdullah's arousal as her nakedness increased. The magnetically hypnotic effect of the man was somehow working on her, easing her terrible fright to a weird tingle of anticipation, a curiosity, and an ambition to see what would happen next. She could feel his hungry eyes nuzzling and mouthing and sucking her nipples, and those eyes were almost as tangible as his huge hand had been before on her still tingling tits. Oh God. What was happening to her? Hid she been too long a single girl with no man of her own that suddenly the prospect of a man watching her strip completely naked and wanting to fuck her crazy was driving her insane?
In the five years now that she'd worked for the store, she'd never had time for men, for she'd been too busy rushing through her college degree and getting the work experience that she needed. A few furtive scattered experiences in the backs of cars and on couches of a roommate's apartment had been too few and so meaningless. Her hours had been too full of getting her career started, of making it on her own, and success had been enough.
The Sheik's lecherous eyes were laving her body gluttonously, every sensuously voluptuous curve of it. The slenderness, the whiteness, the smoothness were unbelievable in their beauty. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, for the lush young redhead stood in only the strip of white nylon covering her soft, puffy cunt mound and the tan-colored pantyhose encasing her beautifully long legs. Her fingertips eased down her silky sides, slipping inside the lace bikini and the elastic of the pantyhose as she stepped out of the wedged sandals. Dawn began peeling the lace strip slowly down with the pantyhose, and the softly curling hairs of her reddish tinged pussy came into view, looking like a hotly blazing fire between her thighs.
The young salesgirl stripped the thin nylon down her legs until the white lace-topped bikini and pantyhose lay around her ankles. Slowly she toed them off her feet. The trembling had stopped now, as well as the quaking inside. A resignation had taken over. What had seemed an unreasonable and unlikely way to get to keep her job, a degrading and unfair way, she began to accept, since there was nothing else to do. Sheik Abdullah had blocked her every avenue of escape. He'd outmaneuvered her, and there was a grudging respect for that, even if she couldn't admire his methods. Somehow, with every increasing inch of her exposed nakedness, his mastery seemed to wane, and Dawn Peters felt stronger and more sure of herself. He was clearly mesmerized by her sensuously curved young body. She felt almost calm as she stood naked before him, clad only in the wealth of lustrously waving auburn hair falling down her back and the echoing, curled triangle of pussy fur up between her legs.
Again he stared at her, inventorying the incredible delights of this beautiful American girl whose perfection of face and body was unreal, a fiction, an image. Round where a woman should be round, slender where slenderness was needed. He sat for a long moment, his eyes locked on hers, but his peripheral vision saw all of her as she stood. One knee was bent slightly so that her cunthairs formed an apex for her long slender legs and a support for the flatly smooth plane of her belly. The curved hips swayed into a narrow waist and a fragile rib cage that looked incapable of supporting her white, hugely billowing tits. Dawn's lips were wetly parted, the lipstick gone, dissolved somewhere between their mouths earlier, but a natural, ripe color had taken its place.
Something about his gluttonous eyes changed suddenly. Dawn felt a clutch of fear in her diaphragm again. The Sheik was looking at her as though she were one of the pieces of merchandise that she had been sent here to sell him, and his greedy eyes were assessing her value to him. His huge, thickly pulsating prick looked more menacing than ever. She shuddered and closed her eyes, her arms coming up to cross and shelter her softly quivering tits.
"Please ... please ..." she whispered.
"Come here," he commanded, the lust in his guttural bark tinged with venom.
The young redhead opened her eyes reluctantly and stared, somehow frozen to the spot of carpet where she stood, her toes sunk in its thick richness. "I ... I don't want to sell you anything anymore," she whispered fearfully. "Please, please just let me go."
"You don't want to sell me anything!" he roared sarcastically. "Like hell you don't, you lying bitch. Don't pull that shit on me." Sheik Abdullah sat back in the high-backed chair again, turned her brutally to face him. One hand came out to spread her legs apart as he sat down. He was panting in great torturous breaths as he looked up at her helplessly shrinking body nakedly opened at the thighs.
Dawn felt him lift her then, the strong hands digging into her tender flesh as he grinned, fitted her into position above his lap, and then hammered her widespread cunt in one mighty thrust down onto the vicious, hotly pulsating spike of his huge cock. The pain seared through her pussy, tearing at her very vitals in one excruciating, rippling agony.

Chapter 2
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" the young girl screamed as Sheik Abdullah's cock fucked up into her innocent pussy as though she had been mortally speared. A burning auger was cutting into her flesh and was pushing her very organs too high with its hugeness. Nothing in her whole life had prepared her for this raging maniac who used her so brutally, degraded her so pitilessly. Her horribly stretched cunt, only fucked a few times before, seemed wounded beyond repair by the thickly throbbing prick that fucked into her with a thickness much too great for her tight little cunt opening.
The Sheik felt his hotly pulsing cock fuck deep into her warmly resisting flesh. It was the tightest, most clinging, clasping cunt he'd ever been in! His cock jerked gratefully deep in her cringing little belly. He tried to fuck even deeper, though his whole pussy-stretching cock was covered with futilely resisting cuntflesh that clenched and pulsated around it, her red pussyhairs tangling with his black ones. Jesus! She was the smallest, tightest little pussy he could remember. A deep grunt came from his chest as he pulled her jack-knifed knees down through and under the chair arms so that her thighs and legs could dangle, her gleaming white asscheeks riding more comfortably on his hard thighs. She was moaning incoherently, her hands clutching his huge shoulders, trying vainly to ease herself off his huge cunt-splitting cock. He crushed her against his heaving chest, his smooth chest flattening the tender white flesh of her tits, his arms holding the slender trunk of her nakedly quaking body as his mouth captured hers. His tongue fucked straight into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, echoing the thrust of his deeply embedded cock fucking so far up in her tightly clasping cunt.
The young girl squirmed and gasped, completely impaled by the Sheik's massively throbbing prick and the long devouring tongue fucking into her throat. The pain was a sheet of red agony that covered her, filming her, every cell crying out for relief, and she knew there was none. She was caught and skewered, as defenseless as a butterfly impaled on a pin, her whole body at Sheik Abdullah's mercy, and it was all too obvious that he had none. Even as she tried to get enough breath in her laboring lungs, the sobs bubbled up in great, racking, stifled moans and the tears crept helplessly from beneath her tangled lashes. She knew it was hopeless. She must somehow live through the inhuman agony, this torture of hell of his huge cunt-splitting cock fucking into her innocent pussy. His hands were all over her, burning brands that seared her nakedly sensitive flesh, and she imagined the red prints they must be leaving.
The Sheik groaned in lewd delight as she whined and sobbed piteously around his wetly fucking tongue that shot lizardlike in and out of her soft warm mouth. God, he thought, it was so good. He fucked his heavily throbbing prick even deeper up into the velvety depths of her tight-walled pussy that was sheathing him like a hotly grasping glove. He deliberately hadn't prepared her for the lewd fuck straight up into her only partially dampened cunt. She sounded hurt and in pain, but Goddamn her to hell anyway! Pulling that "I don't want to sell you anything now!" He knew women too well. They only pulled that kind of rot when they thought it would throw you off guard, when it would gain them an advantage. Well, she Goddamn well had it now. See how she liked it!
He tore his mouth away, catching her smoothly rounded asscheeks in his palms to lift her up and up until only the mushrooming head of his heavily pulsating cock was still buried inside her tightly gripping pussy walls. His head went down now so that he could see the pussyhairs and his wetly glistening dick as it inched almost completely out of her tightly clasping little pussy. Carefully he eased her body down, down, down over his huge, pussy-stretching shaft until all of it was sunk again deep into the secretly hidden recesses of her cunt. The sparse red hairs of her pussy became twined once again with his own dark ones.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she breathed on the intake of a sob. It was only a verbalization of the incredibly massive prick that was slowly being devoured by the naked young girl's red-haired cunt, sucking him in bit by bit as he let her slide back down on it again. Christ! The whole length of his long hard cock was being kneaded by little muscular fingers that bit into every available inch until she had taken all of it again into the rippling heated depths of her belly. A moan of ecstasy tore out of his own throat.
"Gooooooodddddd!" Dawn felt the Sheik's bruising hands leave her nakedly trembling asscheeks and close around her again as his hot eager mouth found her softly billowing tits. His wetly ovalled lips closed over one and began to voraciously suck. The suctioning of his wet, hot mouth sent unwanted jagged streaks of wildly exciting rapture racing through her and she felt her pussy close even tighter in a spasm of delight around his huge cock buried so deeply up inside her horribly stretched young cunt. The terrible sword of pain that stabbed her was striped now with faint streaks of pleasure, a lessened agony after all. His arms were forcefully demanding as she began to feel everything about her body and his. She could feel the hot coursing blood in the raised veins under the thin surface of his cock while his warmly sucking mouth was drawing the very marrow from her bones in a draining that left her weak and limp.
"AAAAHHHHHHH ... GGGGGG!" she moaned, as without volition, her arms circled his hard shoulders and her hands found his hair as she drew his head in closer against her ecstatically quivering tit. The Sheik's wetly heated tongue was circling and licking her rigid nipple, whirling around her tit's wet sensitive surface, bathing it in hot saliva. He had tapped the well spring. Great honeyed drops of relief trickled through her body. This brutish maniac had found the key that was easing the terrible pain he had inflicted. Somehow he was healing more than he had hurt, for Dawn could feel her wide-stretched cunt walls begin to get hot and juicy around the deeply fucking prick that pierced and filled her pussy so completely.
The Sheik reluctantly moved his mouth and began licking wet paths of sensation across the warm unblemished flesh between her twin peaks. He blazed trails with his lewdly adventuring tongue, leaving tongue-wide glistening swaths until he'd covered all of her whitely billowing tits. He pulled back briefly to view their wetly quivering fullness that shook at his every touch. Christ! This beautiful bitch was still moaning, but he recognized the sound for what it now was--a plea for more sucking. He could feel the heated walls of her hot little cunt begin to milk and clasp even harder around his deeply fucking cock. The girl's pussy juices were draining down, covering his prick so that it fucked a little easier into her as he lunged upward, causing more cries to spill from her laxly open lips as though she'd just had an electric dildo rammed up her cunt. Jesus! His instincts had been right. She was going to be the hottest little piece yet. Despite her almost ethereal beauty, she was showing him now, with every wildly sobbing quiver, that she could respond with all the passion of a truly sensuous woman.
Dawn's skin was tingling as though her whole nakedly quivering body were charged with electricity. What pain was left was rapidly being transformed into pleasure. She didn't care why she had come, or what terrible payment she was making, or what would happen after. This fantastically ecstatic moment of having Sheik Abdullah's huge cock fucking deep into her now greedily nibbling cunt was what was real and right. She could live a lifetime in this seat of lewdness and obscene pleasure, in the arms of this coldly brutal Sheik who was bringing her the wonderfully huge prick that screwed deep into her yearning young pussy depths. She held his hard-muscled body to her, clutching and smothering it in passionate hugs with the hotly clasping walls of her wetly enveloping cuntflesh. Great ragged groans were rising from somewhere deep in his chest.
"That's it. Seat it down on me, baby ... shove your beautiful little pussy at me! Goddamn! That's real fucking ..." The Sheik panted, his hands gently and not so gently caressing the hotly trembling mounds of her tits. The nipples were blood reddened and hard as berries in his palms; his face nuzzled against the rapidly beating pulse in her slender white throat. His thickly throbbing cock was ramming into the very gates of paradise and they were opening a promised land before him.
Dawn hated the lewd words that urged her on, wanting to suddenly tear herself from this terrible man. But her own traitorous body had joined his in its passion, nakedly writhing against him as though they were both controlled by one heart. She tried to remember ever feeling as she felt now, and she couldn't; there was no precedent. The few other men who had fucked her had seemed fumbling children compared to the apelike seduction of this salacious Sheik. The sensual strength that radiated from his enormously powerful body had wrapped Dawn Peters in its magnetic field. She was helpless against it. His hotly demanding mouth was kissing up and down her soft, delicate throat, fertilizing the very flesh with the heated passion that flowed from him. Her whole body was wonderfully alive. She felt a flowering and an opening going on as though a world she had never known before had opened up before her.
There was no turning now, no going back. The department store, her job, her ambitions, her plans seemed very far away, utterly unimportant and useless. Only this, this ecstasy of being fucked by the Sheik's enormous cock existed, and was important.
Cupping her quivering tits like chalices, Sheik Abdullah sucked lewdly on the berrylike tips as his hands massaged the billowing globes. He gripped her smoothly curved hips, and he could almost feel--between his hands--the thrusting of his deeply fucking cock sinking up into her belly. Still sucking on her nipple, he screwed upward into her hungrily devouring cunt, feeling fiery streaks of sensation burning from the head of his wildly pulsing cock as he battered into her. He ground her satin hips down hard over his long throbbing prick, reaching out for the paradise that awaited him.
"Yeessssssssssssss!" the shamelessly aroused redhead screamed shrilly, hissing the word that had no meaning for her now other than a passionate affirmation. She felt the Sheik's teeth sink painfully into her right nipple, igniting sparks of rapture that skyrocketed through her veins like wildfire.
Sucking deeply on her nipple, the Sheik elicited screams and moans that spewed from her passionately whimpering mouth as she frantically fucked herself up and down on his massively pulsing cock that screwed upward into her greedily milking pussy with ever increasing force. Dawn shook, head flung back, her throat a long curved stem. Her auburn hair fell across her back like a burning waterfall flowing backwards from her face, beautiful even in the contortions of rapture that twisted her whole naked body into lewd convulsions of her approaching cum.
"This is all there is, baby; fucking, just you and me. Fuck!" The Sheik grunted out in a building agony of blissfulness. He was lifting and pounding Dawn up and down with every brutally powerful fuck of his hips. Christ! He could shoot off any time, but he wanted to hold that dam intact as long as possible. This was the best sheer fucking he'd had in many days, and he wanted it to go on and on and on. Three hours from now he'd like to be doing just this, fucking in and out of her tightly clasping little pussy, clutching the soft, whitely billowing tits, kissing and sucking on this long-stemmed luscious creature. Allah! Dawn Peters had to be the hottest piece of cunt in all of the United States!
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... Gooooooodddddddd ... plllllleeeeasssssse ... ooooohhhhhhhhh ..." Dawn's head was thrashing from side to side as she moaned incoherently in the delirium of her mounting cum.
"Tell it. Tell me about it. Tell me how you want my cock to fuck you. Say it!" Sliding a little forward in the big chair, he wrapped the lovely white legs around his waist so that her whole red-furred, widely stretched cunt was open to his deeply fucking prick. He could see the soft pink cuntlips devouring and pulling out again as his thickly pulsing cock screwed into her with a wet slurping sound.
"I want to hear it. I want to hear you say you want my cock!" The Sheik clutched her wildly working hips in his hands, pounding her up and down on his thickly pulsing rod as his words came out in guttural laboring grunts. Dawn's legs were convulsively clenching around his waist in time with his violent lunges, her arms wrapped around his lust-contorted neck and shoulders. She dug her fingernails into his broad muscular shoulders, reaching for the pinnacle that was tantalizingly just beyond her grasp.
The sensual smells of their mingled cum-juices drifted into Dawn's nostrils, and it was a perfume of wantonness that hung in the air. She heard his words, but it took a moment for them to register and become intelligible to her.
"Say what ... what?" It was hard to think, much less say anything with the Sheik's hugely pulsing cock fucking deep into her greedy pussy with ever increasing speed and momentum with every beat of her heart. It led on and on, and she wished it would never stop!
"FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK! Fuck! Fuck!" Sheik Abdullah screamed, his arms crushing her to him like a snake, as close as skin. Dawn Peters thought he would break her ribs, her hipbones, her thighs, and all the while her insides were being stretched and battered and rammed by his hugely throbbing cock
She could no longer pretend to herself, the only thing that mattered to her now was satisfying the lasciviously obscene, animalistic instincts that were buried in the depths of her belly. This part of her nature she'd kept well hidden, and the Sheik had revealed it swiftly and so expertly.
Suddenly, her long tapered legs pulled away from his waist and her heels found the leather seat to push against; then she was ramming down wildly on his hotly pulsing shaft as Sheik Abdullah was fucking his long throbbing length up inside her violently milking cunt. Their bodies crashed, bone on bone, cock in pussy, hair against hair, cock juices mixing and flowing together with her slippery young pussy juices. A raving, straining, screaming labor seized them with some signal that both had felt deep within the recesses of their bodies.
"Haaaarrrrrdddddddd! Harder, fuck HARDER!" Dawn heard herself scream, words that must have come from someone else. They had never been uttered by her before, and she did not know where or from what depraved depths within her they had come.
"That's it. Fuck me back, shove your pussy down on my cock. I'm cummmmmmiiiiinnnngg sooooooonnnnnnnn!" Sheik Abdullah was rising up briefly with each fuck as he struggled to ram his cock straight up through her gullet. Dawn thudded with him, catching his rhythm so that they pounded out a perfectly attuned beat that accelerated feverishly in a wanton display of complete abandonment.
Christ! Sheik Abdullah knew he couldn't last much longer but he didn't want it to end. He thought with satisfaction of the ways he'd fuck this hot little piece later, and the anticipation of the pleasure yet to come momentarily overpowered the pleasure he was having now. Saraifa had delivered this great little fucking machine to him on a platter. Jesus! It was a great feeling to get the best, to fuck this beautiful young salesgirl who had been sent to his hotel room to sell him the store's goods and who had ended up selling her own.
"Grind your cunt down on my cock ... come on, fuck it down," he panted, leaning forward in the seat so that her jack-knifed knees spread even wider and her heels could get more leverage on the leather. Sheik Abdullah could see her softly curling pussyhairs were drenched with their hotly mingled cock and cunt juices, hers seeping down in great sheets of shimmering liquid, his oozing out the nozzle of his deeply screwing cock in ever increasing readiness. He was going to hose down that hotly milking pussy of hers with his boiling cum, and it was going to be soon, soon now.
Dawn's ecstatically quivering tits were bouncing, jiggling, and shaking like huge flesh-colored balloons. Allah be praised! She was tossing that wild red hair like a madwoman out of her mind. The loud animallike mewls that came from her lips were the ravings of a whore who had come unhinged from the joy of riding his thickly pulsing cock. She spiraled and ground and screwed and fucked back against him. Her eyes were rolling, her hair was completely tangled from the relentless shaking of her head from the ecstasy that was gripping her in their mindlessly frenzied dance.
All sense of time and place and reason and judgment had flown from the young salesgirl's mind. Only the existence of Sheik Abdullah's great, mammoth-sized screwing cock in her greedily milking pussy was real. Her mind-blowing cum was so close. She could feel every ridge, bulge, every muscle, every throbbing centimeter of Sheik Abdullah's prick that she clenched and hugged deeply with her powerfully rippling cunt muscles.
Breath whistled out of the Sheik's lungs with increasing difficulty, but he was still able to chant "Come on, come on. Let's cum. Cuummmmmmmm ... cummmmmmmmmm!" he yelled as the ecstatic agony of his cum began spasming deep in his churning balls.
He could feel his cum-laden balls swelling in rapture. Thrusting up in a mighty heave deep into the hot rubbery channel of the young salesgirl's furiously milking pussy, he lifted them both momentarily from the chair.
"Nnnnnnooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!" he screamed out in a roaring bellow, feeling the first real spurt of cum whip heatedly down his hotly jerking cock and splash deeply up in her greedily milking womb. Oh God! He was cumming now in hot, implacable gushes; some so powerful that they seemed to jolt the girl's lewdly straining body. It was too beautiful to be borne, and she could never hope to deserve this ecstasy. And then, miraculously, it was happening! She was exploding too, bursting with Sheik Abdullah. Nothing ever before had been as wonderful!
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhheeeeeeaaaaaa!" she screamed out her rapture as her nakedly writhing body sucked, gushed, and flowed. The wild rapture was upon her, and she was shrieking out her ecstasy, "I'm cumming! Ooooh, dear God, I'm cumming!"
"Allaaahhhhhhh!" The Sheik clutched her tightly to him, his fingers digging into her white satin flesh as he struggled to fuck his hotly gushing cock straight up through her belly, chest, and out the back of her head. He could feel the vibrant muscles of the young girl's tight little cunt walls milking and sucking him, struggling to extract every drop of his gushing juices that roared in great gobs deep into her cock-filled belly.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh ... fuck! Ohhhhhhhh ... fuckkkk ... oohhhhhh!" Dawn was shuddering and clenching, nails digging into his back. He didn't feel them, and she was not aware of what she was doing. She only knew she could never get close enough! There was no way to contain this excruciatingly exquisite bliss that was firing her whole being. She fucked more violently onto his thick, cum-exploding prick, wanting desperately to give as much joy as she was receiving.
"Ggggoooooddddd ... lover ... ooohhhhhh ...!" The deep groans came out of the Sheik's great chest in blissfully tortured breaths. Dawn fell against him, clasping his dark head to her trembling tits, legs coming around him in a viselike grip as she tried to worm her way into him. Great shuddering moans racked her naked young body. She was delirious with the hot spurts of cum that still spewed against the walls of her madly sucking pussy.
"Yesssss ... oooohhhhhhh ... yeeesssssss ..." she hissed as she clutched him to her feverishly quaking body, feeling his hot mouth sealing and comforting her bruised and shivering flesh.
Sheik Abdullah continued to fuck in and out of her wildly convulsing cunt as the great streams of white hot cum began to ease to smaller and smaller gushes, still coming, but decreasing in quantity. His wetly jerking cock emptied its scalding cum into the deep hidden cavern of her belly where it pooled and mingled with her own warm juices. His slippery cum was matting the dark hairs of his loins in sticky clumps that her grinding pussy ground wetly into his flesh. Goddamn! He'd never felt anything to equal the fuck he'd thrown into this young, hot-cunted salesgirl. It was too fucking much! Allah! Regardless of why she'd responded as she had, she was better to fuck than any of his wives. She had to be the best fuck he'd ever had!
Catching her nakedly quivering asscheeks in his hands, Sheik Abdullah dropped to his knees onto the thick carpet and laid Dawn back, keeping his still pulsing cock deeply sunk inside her warmly twitching womb. She was completely delirious. He could see the tears of passion wetting her temples; her eyes were closed, and the breath was coming in great shuddering gasps from her opened mouth. He'd fucked her good, by Allah!
Abdullah threw himself into her opened, spread out young body to wring the last few drops from her soft warm flesh. Her tight little cunt lifted automatically to keep the huge cock within her. She didn't want to give it up. Grunting, he plunged again and again until only a few feeble drops were drawn from his completely drained, empty balls and he was dry and weak at last.
Wearily, he lay covering her for a long moment, mindlessly peaceful and sleepy. Then, with an effort, he pulled himself up, watching his still enormous cock slide reluctantly out of her wetly swollen cunt, now framed by dripping, red pussyhairs.
"My dear," he whispered softly against her collapsed body. "You have earned your little commission, for I will now completely buy out the store!"

Chapter 3
Dawn closed her eyes tightly but it wouldn't stop the horrors of yesterday from flashing into her mind in scenes she didn't want to admit had happened. Tentatively her hands traveled down her naked flesh that was sore and sensitive from last night's fucking. Oh God, yes! It was all true. Her titties were tender to the touch, and she knew that blue bruises would have already appeared on her flesh from Sheik Abdullah's brutal fucking of her body. Over and over her tired brain repeated the scenes in true to life color and sound and touch. After the Sheik had fucked her and they lay on the floor of his hotel suite, everything became hazy and uncertain. How had she gotten back to her own apartment?
A sudden thought roused her exhausted body. She eased out of bed carefully and found her briefcase on the walnut dresser. Had the Sheik bought anything at all from her? Was there an actual order? Oh, God, she'd been in no condition to sell anything. Frantically she searched through the papers. Suddenly her breath caught in her throat. There weren't any sale orders! What would her supervisor, Warren Mathieson, say to that?
Her head was pounding and she felt sick. Dawn clung to the dresser edge until the wave of nausea passed. That man. That horrible man, the Sheik, had tricked her, used her ... treated her like dirt! Used her for his own filthy pleasure. Weak tears started in her eyes. She'd had such hopes for her big sales job. For years she'd dreamed of having a job like this, and she'd ruined it the first day!
Dawn never knew how she managed to get hold of herself enough to bathe and dress, but sheer grit got her from the bedroom to the kitchen.
Several aspirin and glasses of orange juice followed by scalding coffee finally wiped some of the scum off the day. It was a matter then of eating, walking carefully, making no sudden movements and getting through her work at the store.
When she ran into Glen Cooper, the store manager, toward the end of the day, Dawn Peters was so overjoyed she almost wept. He was the first familiar and kindly face she'd seen. It was like coming home to see the tall, quiet dark-haired manager who had been with the store ever since Dawn had worked there. He had been a true friend to her on her way in her career. He was courteous, polite, and considerate, which had never seemed more impossibly ideal traits to Dawn than they did now. The day had been a horror even without her colossal hangover, not to mention the burden of guilt that weighed heavier and heavier.
It was not just the Sheik who acted as though the salesgirls were his own whores it was all the other customers as well. Dawn had to fight off practically every man she dealt with.
"Dawn. My dear girl ... how nice to see you!" Glen stopped in the main floor of the store to catch Dawn's hands in a warm clasp. "I didn't know you were working late tonight."
"Yes. The schedule was changed yesterday. But it's been the worst day of my career. Oh, Mr. Cooper, you don't know how glad I am to see a friendly face."
"Well, if you're that glad to see me, then I think we'll just have to go find some dinner. I have a nice little place in mind that's quiet!"
Dawn knew her face fell from the way his words trailed off. She couldn't help it. It had sounded too much like the Sheik, though, of course, this man hadn't meant it that way. She tried to smile. There was no reason to hurt his feelings.
"You look as though you don't like the idea, my dear. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Oh, no, you didn't. It's just that, well, I guess I've had a pretty rough day."
"Then all the more reason to relax with a quiet old duffer like me," he teased. Dawn looked at the tall older man who was old enough to be her father. His hair was barely graying above his darkly tanned face, the eyes a kindly hazel, crinkled at the corners from smiling too much.
"Well ..." The young girl looked up at him. Suddenly he did seem a haven in the insanity of the last few days. "My feet are killing me, so, if we don't have to walk to your nice little place ...?"
"Good! I knew you'd be a sensible girl." He tucked her hand into his arm and they walked out to the car and drove off.
Glen Cooper glanced at the beautiful young cunt beside him. She was silent and very tired, he could see. Good! A few drinks was just what she needed and what he wanted her to have. His eyes went back to the road reluctantly, but he could still see her in his head ... lusciously provocative, sensuously curved. Of all the women, and in the department store business he saw them all, this was the one he'd wanted to screw silly from the first moment he saw her. Jesus!
The thought of Dawn Peters's red hair lying softly on his pillow came like a flash into his head. For three years, every time he made his rounds by the lingerie department, he'd watched for Dawn Peters, but as a stock girl she had been mostly out of his sight. But now that she was a salesgirl, she was much more available. And now, he thought as he turned into his driveway, I've gotten her where I've always wanted her, just about ready to fuck. Leading the weary young girl into his house, he said, "You look as though you could use a drink."
"Yes, I guess so." She smiled ruefully. "It's been pretty hectic. And to be honest, I had too many last night. So I'll have just one drink, Mr. Cooper. But because I'm so tired, that will have to be it." She eased the sandals off her aching feet, wondering now why she'd agreed to come here to the department store manager's house.
Glen Cooper poured Dawn a drink and walked her into the living room. Through the plate glass window they could see the skyline of Dallas stretching out before them, the lights slowly blinking on in the late afternoon light.
"Isn't that much better?"
"Much."
Leaning against the wall by the window, the department store manager eyed the red-headed young lingerie salesgirl over the rim of his glass as she stood looking over the city. The light caught her hair, turning it even more fiery, a glazing halo against her beautiful white face. The simple cream silk dress clung to her sensuously rounded figure like a second skin. Cooper could almost feel those globes in his hands and see that copper-colored patch of red pussyhairs up between those creamy white thighs. What a voluptuous creature to grace this house. She belonged here. In his head Glen had had a vision all these years of the woman who should live here with him, and Dawn was the one.
"What a beautiful place. You must love it very much," she said softly, still looking out over the twinkling city.
"Yes, it is very nice." His eyes never left Dawn, taking in every voluptuous curve.
"I had no idea the little place you mentioned for dinner would be your house." Her arms spread wide to take in the whole incredible view. "You really have a lovely house here, Mr. Cooper."
"Yes, I think I'm quite fortunate to have been able to buy it. But I have no wife, and so no one to share the place with. Some of the beauty seems lost when you have no one to share it with you."
A little frown appeared between the young salesgirl's eyebrows as she looked out the huge window. "Yes, and it is so beautiful."
Cooper turned, slipping an arm casually around her waist to look with her. "I always thought I'd like to share it with someone like you."
Dawn pulled back and stiffened a little. "Why thank you, Mr. Cooper, but I'm sure that anyone would appreciate the view."
"No, I think it takes a special kind of person." His arm tightened around her.
Dawn looked confused, embarrassed, and a little irritated. She pulled away and walked out of his grasp. Oh God! Was Glen Cooper going to start acting like the rest of those crude, lewd-thinking men that had bothered her all her life? Like the Sheik?
"It was very kind of you to bring me here, but I think it's an imposition. I'd better get home."
"I wanted you to myself for a little while, Dawn. I've watched you for a long time--but I never involve myself with the girls who work in the store. We'll have some dinner, a pleasant chat."
"But surely you don't want to cook?" she said.
"I have a couple of steaks to broil. A simple salad. Let me mix you a nice relaxing drink."
"No, I don't think I should," Dawn protested, but when he persisted, she was too weary to argue.
Two drinks later there was still no sign of dinner, and Dawn was getting very suspicious. The department store manager was getting harder and harder to hold off. He kept circling her, closing in on her like a beast of prey. She could feel the alcohol having an effect on her. His accidental brushing against her and the familiar quick caress was getting bolder. She had to get out of here. There were no decent men. Her "friend" Glen Cooper was rapidly proving it.
"I'd better go." She stood abruptly, putting her empty glass on a table.
"Not yet." He said it with a finality that sent a warning tremor through her. She looked into his tanned handsome face and the burning eyes that gleamed through narrowed lids.
"I really must ... I'm very tired, Mr. Cooper."
"But you're feeling better, and you'll feel better still." Cooper grinned as he gently wound his long fingers around her slender white throat. "You'll stay, darling, because of your job. Your career is really starting to roll, and I could send you back forever to the stock room just by picking up the telephone and calling my secretary or the personnel manager."
Dawn could feel her pulse jumping under his touch. She began to panic, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. No matter what, she had to get out of here. Her thoughts raced, hampered by the fuzzing of the alcohol. With a sudden, gut-wrenching suddenness, she remembered Sheik Abdullah. Then her supervisor, Warren Mathieson. What would he do if she antagonized the store manager? It wouldn't matter if she was the best salesgirl in the store, he would fire her without a qualm. Grimly she decided she'd better at least stay for a little while longer.
Glen pulled her curvaceous young figure closer, his dark eyes boring into her wide blue ones. When his wetly parted mouth was only inches from hers, he whispered silkily, "When are we going to fuck, baby?"
"I ... oh ... no ..." Her eyes widened in shock as she tried to pull away. "Never. No." She felt the hand tighten ominously on her throat and then abruptly the full sensuously demanding mouth was on hers.
The no longer debonaire store manager gloried in the warm, wet lips under his. At last he was kissing the voluptuous salesgirl. His hand tightened on her throat as his tongue wetly wormed its way between her half-opened lips into the warm, wet cave of her mouth. She was like a high-spirited thoroughbred, wild and free, shying away from the approach of the stallion.
Not again, Dawn thought wildly. Oh God, no! It mustn't start again. Not another man fucking her after the way the Sheik had fucked her last night. She could feel the implicit threat in the hand at her throat, in the hotly urgent tongue in her mouth, in the hard masculine lips crushing and bruising against hers. The arm around her was like a vise; Glen Cooper was much stronger than he looked with his thin, slow-moving body, lazy and almost indolent. Oh God! What was she going to do now?
A rush of hotly shivering anticipation shot through the department store manager from his cock to the back of his neck. Christ! This hot little bitch was gorgeous. Her softly trembling titties were like twin peaks poking sensuously into his chest, nuzzling him. His hand slid down the long throat, over the shuddering shoulder, and down to the silken fullness of her hugely billowing tit. He clutched one smoothly rounded asscheek with his other hand and gradually worked his leg between her long trembling thighs, feeling her pubic bone trying to draw back from the touch of his painfully jerking cock within his pants.
Dawn was mumbling brokenly and incoherently into Glen's lewdly demanding mouth. She had to get out of here. It was no longer important what her boss wanted, or even if her job was secure. She only knew she must get away before her voluptuous body betrayed her again, for she could feel the excitement rising in her cunt like fire. Pussy juices were already wetting her pantyhose and her sensuously throbbing tit was swelling under Glen's expert caresses. A wanton whore! That's what she was. An abandoned harlot, and she did not know how or when it had come about. She only knew she had to be purged, cleaned, and some kind of self-respect regained. And to do that she must flee now ... right now!
"Nooooo ... noooo ..." she screamed, tearing herself from the surprised older man and running across the polished floor to the wide entry hall. It was as though she were being pursued by a horror she'd never encountered before, and that horror was the secret of her own cock-hungry body that so inexplicably suddenly needed and wanted to be fucked senseless by as many cocks as it could take.
Dawn had almost reached the front door and freedom when she felt his hard hands grasp her roughly to fling her back across the room. Her fall was broken by the arm of the huge overstuffed couch in the center of the living room, and she fell against it heavily. He was on her before she could recover, bending her back over the arm until she thought her spine would split and crack.
Glen Cooper crushed the dazed young salesgirl's body to him, feeling her fearfully trembling tits heaving up and down like a long distance runner's. In the struggle the blouse buttons had come loose between her hugely billowing tits, revealing a deep shadowy cleavage. The triumphant older man looked down at his beautiful young salesgirl, whose eyes were terrified and wide. "Fuck baby. I told you we were going to fuck. You don't go until I'm through with you, understand? I've waited too long," he panted, leaning down to nibble her huge tittie through the fabric. "Too long for your hot little cunt!"
"Please, please, nooooooooo!" Dawn screamed, feeling his mouth wetting her dress, the teeth nibbling gently at her tit. The little nipple popped obediently out and erect the moment he touched her.
"You planned this, didn't you?" She wept helplessly.
"Of course." He raised his head and laughed harshly.
Her back was breaking, head reeling from the alcohol, and she felt more helpless than she ever had before. This maniac department store manager was going to fuck her like a common whore, the lewd whore she had become. Oh God, why did this have to happen to her?
"I can fuck you in here, or you can be sensible and come to my bedroom."
Dawn just lay there on the couch, weeping helplessly. The nightmare was never ending. Finally she looked up at Glen Cooper's hard face leering down at her triumphantly. He'd won and he knew it. She was so tired of fighting men off. So tired.
Dully she felt him pick her up, lifting her easily in his arms. She closed her eyes and simply let it happen. The hall was long. She could feel Glen Cooper's cock throbbing hotly through his trousers and hitting her asscheeks with every step. In her mind's eye she could see the long curving, tree-lined road in front of the house. She tried to concentrate on how far away his neighbors were. Were they close enough to hear her scream?
Cooper set her carefully on the edge of the huge king-size bed in the large room that looked over the city. It was the master suite that no woman had occupied with him since he had moved in. He opened the french windows and the hot Texas air blew through the sheer curtains into the huge room. Dawn sat, head down and defeated where he left her. Her clothes were rumpled, her silk dress unbuttoned and ripped from the struggle. She looked now like an unkempt street whore. He walked deliberately to the huge closet, rummaging until he found a long lavender negligee.
"Stand up," he commanded.
Dully Dawn looked up at him, unmoving. "Mr. Cooper, please. I don't belong here. Please let me go. None of this makes any sense. I can do you no good." The tears poured afresh from her pleading eyes as she whispered desperately.
"If this got around the store you would be fired," she tried.
"But who would they believe? A wild little salesgirl or its respected manager?" Glen reached out and pulled her to her feet.
"I don't care about my job any more. But I will make sure that you lose yours ..." It had to be a nightmare. This huge room, the beautiful house, the boss standing there looking at her with a strange look, as though he were raping her with his eyes.
"I wouldn't try it, honey." Glen turned her to face the large floor-length mirror. She stood disheveled, reflected in the huge oval mirror hanging on the wall across from the bed. He stood behind her, his hands sliding down the buttons of her dress, slipping them free quickly. Deftly he pulled the dress from her, and she stood trembling in the beige bra and pale pantyhose.
She must be drunk Dawn decided. Her head swam and she would have stumbled if Glen's hands had not held her. She watched in fascination as they slid over her nakedly trembling young flesh. The flesh did not cringe, but warmed to his touch. The long fingers dropped her bra straps, unhooking the back catch, and pulled the confining garment from her, spilling her hugely billowing tits with their little pink tips. Those fingers slid her pantyhose down over her whitely rounded hips and curved thighs; the crisp red pussy curls were a wild stain against her pale white skin. She held her breath. It was like a play at the crucial moment. She could feel the tension building, and her breath was caught somewhere painfully in her breast. When her legs were free of the hose, she stood nakedly before him shivering and shaking with fear and a weird kind of anticipation, eyes wide but almost unseeing, glazed with the drinks and disbelief.
She stood in a trance, watching as his hands placed a long drift of see-through lavender cloth across her shoulders to float down her back to the floor. Dawn was framed in the thin see-through folds falling around her voluptuously sculptured body like a dream--a lush, sensual dream. Glen's face was blank, carefully controlled, as though he were seeing more than a nakedly beautiful young girl with red hair in the mirror there. His hands caught her softly rounded shoulders and he held her, looking into the mirror in a strained silence that neither of them broke.
Finally she heard him whisper, "Beautiful!" Dawn was frozen to the thick carpet, seeing herself as a princess in a child's fairy tale. This whole evening was like a dream and her boss, a man she had liked and thought she knew, like a stranger.
Glen stood trembling as he held the young beauty. She was unreal, an image of the ideal woman--an image of perfection. Unbidden, his hands slid down to cup her nakedly quivering tits in his hands. The flesh felt voluptuous, silkenly erotic.
Suddenly he was ripping his own clothes off with shaking fingers. He threw them to the floor in a fury while his eyes were glued to the vision of beauty before him that stood still as a statue, her eyes glazed and unseeing.
The dream was broken for Dawn when she felt herself crushed into his naked body, her mouth captured and lanced by his lewdly searching tongue, as his heavily throbbing cock stabbed the quivering softness of her belly. Her huge, whitely billowing tits ground nakedly against the hair-covered chest that heaved with a muscular passion.
A moan tore up from Glen's throat as he felt her naked body trembling against his as his fingers bit deeply into the softly fragile flesh. The lavender cloth slipped away and finally dropped unheeded to the floor. His painfully throbbing cock was screaming in agony, and his tenderly swollen balls filled almost to the bursting point. He pushed her roughly back against the brocade-covered bed where she sprawled like a limp doll from the force of his arms.
Glen looked down to see one long, whitely silken thigh still trailing to the floor, the other splayed out on the bed, a sparse red triangle of softly curling pussyhairs at the apex, outlining her pink cunt like a halo, and he groaned at the sight. The delicious young pussy was visibly pulsing as its juices seeped slowly and gleamed on the naked flesh of her wetly swollen cuntlips. He threw himself on the bed between her lewdly spread legs, his hands catching the velvety smooth hips as his mouth clamped down hard on her hotly throbbing pussy.
"Noooo ... ooohhhhh, nooooo ..."
Dawn felt his searing hot breath and the hungry wet lips on her cunt. He was kissing her there! No, oh God, no. And then a silken knife sliced through her, hotly stabbing, straight up into her quiveringly aroused cunt.
"Nooo ... ooohhhhhhhaaahhhhhh ..." she screamed in protest and exaltation as she felt his tongue fuck deep into her heatedly cringing pussy depths, sending jagged bolts of wanton excitement arching through her nakedly defenseless body to the core of her being. He was fucking his tongue up her cunt. Oh God! She shook with the sensation this strange older man--who dressed her in a diaphanous lavender negligee and then kissed her obscenely opened pussy as he would her mouth--was bringing her helplessly aroused flesh. Hopeless tears poured again from her eyes, and she shook as the wildly exploding flames of passion continued to flash through her.
Glen tasted the hot slippery juices of her pussy, and nothing he had ever tasted before had been half as succulent. He drew back to lick his tongue in darting flashes over the hot, swollen cuntlips, feeling his cock going mad.
"God ... baby ... mmmmm ..." Glen crawled closer to her cunt on the wide bed, pushing her thighs even farther apart and positioning his head closer between them. The warm pulsing of her naked pussy lay before his greedily devouring eyes and hungry mouth. He'd never get enough of this tasty morsel. He shot his stiffened tongue like a dart to the hotly quivering clit that stood up like a tiny cock. His hands braced her tapering white thighs open in a split until he could see the whole heavily throbbing pussy wide open, the narrow hair-lined slit completely exposed, even to the tiny crinkled circle of her asshole. Obscenely he took the pulsing bud of her clit into his mouth and nibbled gently.
"Aaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhh ... aaaagggghhhh ... aaaannnhhh ... aaaaahhhhh!" Dawn screamed as her flesh was seared in lewd flames and jolts of deliciously lascivious lust shot through her in an unbearable ecstasy. Was she never to be free of this terrible need for fucking, the awful lusting that left her limp and helpless? Oh God! How had it all started? Why was she this way? She wished the Sheik had never fucked her and released the passionate, dark side of her nature.
Cooper licked and tormented her pulsing clit unmercifully, swirling his tongue around it in fevered circles, tasting the hot nectar of her pussy juices on his tongue. His lips clamped around her tiny clit as he sucked voraciously, feeling his massively throbbing cock stabbing into the brocade bedspread and oozing droplets of pre-cum juice.
"Noooooo ... noooooo ... nnnoooo!" Dawn's loud groans of protest filled the vast room and echoed against the walls. Her wantonly writhing body gave lie to her protests, however, as jolt after jolt of salaciously blissful rapture ricocheted through her mind and flesh from the voracious sucking of her cunt. She thought she'd faint from the forbidden rapturous joy. Her head drained of thought, and she was only aware of his viciously tormenting tongue. Instinctively her smoothly rounded hips arched up, pelvis frantically quivering in need, straining up to that pleasure-giving, hotly insistent tongue fucking in, fucking out, driving her mad.
His teeth bit gently into her hotly aroused flesh as he held her clit captured between his teeth and continued to nibble it gently until he thought the insanely writhing salesgirl was going to rise up and fall back frothing.
"Ohhhhhh God! God! Ohhhhhhhh ... please ... nnnoooooooo ... oooohhhhhhhh ... aaahhhhhhhhh!"
The room seemed to melt before Dawn's glazed eyes until she was almost sightless. The intolerable hotly burning flame between her legs grew and grew in intensity until she knew she would be completely consumed. Inadvertently, her long trembling legs raised and wrapped themselves around his handsome head. Oh God, she was depraved, pervertedly wicked to want that gluttonous mouth sucking on her pussy ... to want to grab him by the ears and pull that whole head inside her aching body!
Glen felt the warm ivory thighs close around his head as his hands came under the softly rounded cheeks of the young salesgirl's ass. He lifted her cunt to his lips, sucking hard, rejoicing in her wild ecstatic shrieks. The soft red curls of her pussyhairs tickled his cheeks deliciously. Goddamn! There had never been anything like this before, and instinctively he knew there never would be again.
Quickly, Glen caught his breath and trailed his tongue down the wetly gushing cunt to her tightly puckered asshole. Grinning lewdly in expectation, he licked it, circling it with fresh saliva, then stiffened his tongue and fucked into the fiercely tight little star. The tiny hole resisted, but he shoved harder until he wormed his lewdly wet tongue completely inside, and seconds later he was orally fucking her asshole with a feverish delight.
"Ahhhhhh ... aaahhh ... aaahhhhhggg ... aaagghhh!" Dawn's screams grew louder and wilder. The horrible animallike sounds seemed not to come from her throat, yet they did, for her tits were heaving as she threw the sound out of her open mouth. The madly arousing sensation of Glen's hot fucking tongue in her asshole was driving her crazy! She had to be mad. He was fucking her ass with his tongue. He had to be mad too, to want to do such a luridly perverted thing!
Glen sucked and fucked, licking her anus maddeningly, thinking she was going to fly right off the bed any second. He'd never seen a woman so worked up before! Jesus! She was going to be the best goddamned fuck Glen Cooper had ever had in a long life of good fucking. Licking his lips, he returned to the hotly flowing pussy and laved the whole cunt slit.
Pushing up and almost kneeling, her long legs still wrapped tightly around his head, Cooper sank his tongue again into the depths of her wetly gushing pussy; it went in with a wet, sucking sound. His outstretched middle finger found her just-tongued asshole, and he wormed the digit in as he swirled his tongue inside the hungrily upturned cunt.
Breathing hard, Glen pulled his head back enough to blow into her wetly glistening cunt. His hands caught her smoothly rounded asscheeks as he rammed his tongue in even further so that her naked young pussy was sunk deeply over his mouth and nose. Her wetly matted cunthairs tickled his cheeks. He heard her agonized gasp as her cunt mouth closed even tighter around his sensuously fucking tongue. Frenzied now, she began to move lewdly under his hands, her frantically excited pussy screwing up even harder into his face. Wickedly, he thrust even deeper into the fleshy folds of her cunt, probing and stabbing, fucking her deeper and deeper with his tongue as she moaned and shrieked like a banshee.
She was almost ready to cum. He could feel the muscles ridging in her back. Slashing hard, he tore into the softly wet flesh anew, hardly able to breathe with her frantically writhing pussy grinding so tight up to his face.
Lapping back and forth wildly over her pulsing little clit, Glen could feel her go insane, clamping her long tapered legs around his head like a vise, trying to devour him whole. Glen's breath was spewing in little grunts deep inside her, muffling into a warm, wet oblivion. He reamed her clit while she churned, lurching and swaying, grinding herself lewdly up to his mouth in a frantic ass-twitching rotation as she strained.
Glen pried her thighs even wider, obscenely spreading her asscheeks to the breaking point, his wetly quivering tongue scouring her whole pussy insanely. It was everywhere, asshole, clit, pussy, even licking her whitely trembling asscheeks. Plunging again, he fucked into the soaking wet folds, feeling her rubber band tight cunt muscles clench his tongue viciously.
Dawn's head raised. She screamed, then stiffened. "I'm ... I ... aaaaagggggghhh! Ohhggg ... Ggggggoddddd! I'm cummmmmmmiiinnnggg!"
Her shrill cries of exaltation hung in the room, echoing in Glen's head as he felt her cum-dampened thighs enclose his head again. Her whole body gyrated as the mind-blasting explosion of her cum twisted around his tongue where it was deeply sunk into the churning abyss of her cunt.
Suddenly he could no longer hold himself back. The hot rush of cock-juices along the shaft of his painfully jerking prick was too close. He crawled up on the nakedly thrashing salesgirl and with one mighty lunge, fucked his heavily throbbing prick into the hot depths of her hungrily devouring cunt. All of a sudden, in the space of two or three strokes, he began cumming. His white hot juices roared in a blinding flood down through his thickly pulsating shaft. The roar in his ears was deafening, there was no stopping now! He was shooting his hot scalding cum deep into her greedily milking pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Glen screamed like a madman. Dawn instinctively understood for she bit into his shoulder, then sucked frantically on the powerfully muscled ridge as all his hotly spurting cum came spewing out the tiny opening of his exploding cock. Thrusting wildly upward, she tried to milk every molten drop as it came hurtling out into the greedily clasping depths of her cock-crazed body!
Oooohhhh! But she loved fucking! she thought as Glen's prick spurted gush after gush of hot scalding cum deep into her ravenous pussy. How could she have denied herself cock for so many years? Well, she would never do that again. From now on, she was going to screw around to her little heart's content and she was going to screw and be screwed by anyone along the way who looked like he wanted it as much as she did. The first thing she was going to do in her new way of life was to secure her job and the only way to do that would be to get Warren Mathieson alone somewhere and let him fuck her silly.

Chapter 4
Pretty young stock girl Josie Ryan looked around the large stockroom. Where the hell was that Mr. Mathieson and Miss Peters? He had said that he was going to meet Miss Peters here. Glancing at her watch she realized it was later than she thought. They might have already left. She considered going upstairs to the supervisor's office, but decided against it. She didn't really have that much to tell him. She had just wanted to see if he felt like a quick fuck, her pussy was so hot she almost felt like she was on fire. Well, she'd have to find someone else.
Looking around the semidarkened room again, the little stock girl walked over to the long racks of negligees. Idly she flipped the hangers to look at the beautiful gowns. Being stock girl had its advantages. She got a discount on everything she bought in the store and because of that and having first choice of all new merchandise, she had the most elegant nightgowns and lingerie in town and she used every single one of them to their fullest advantage too. Why, she must have already fucked her way through most of the men at the store and she'd only been working here a few months.
The swinging doors leading into the room suddenly opened in back of her and the handsome store manager, Glen Cooper, one of the men she hadn't yet fucked, came into the stockroom as though he had run all the way there from his office.
"Oh," he said, looking around the empty stockroom and at the pretty little blonde stock girl. "I was told that Miss Peters would be in here."
"So I thought too. Maybe they're in the back. It's a pretty big room you know, Mr. Cooper." Josie laughed, admiring his handsome face and well-conditioned body. She did so love men who kept themselves in shape. She felt an involuntary twinge up between her legs. She'd been hot to fuck since morning but no one had been around and those that had been had wanted to but hadn't had the time. Well, here was one cock she wasn't going to let get away.
"I'll see if I can find her, Mr. Cooper," the pretty young blonde said helpfully and started toward the back of the room.
"Oh, there's no need to do that. It can wait until later. I have to be going anyway." But he didn't go, he just kept staring at the voluptuously curved blonde. She radiated the need to be fucked. It was almost tangible. The blonde stock girl noticed that he had picked up on the message she had been trying to give off and knew that if she could arrange it he would probably be as eager to screw as she was.
"No, let me see if they're here or if we're all alone." She walked to the very end of the aisle and froze in her tracks, her hand almost pulling the shelves down. In the corner of the room, in the dim light, were two naked people, a redhaired girl who looked as though she might be Dawn Peters and the lingerie supervisor, Warren Mathieson. She was giving him the kind of blow job Josie always hoped to be able to give. Christ! She was really going at it. Glen Cooper walked up to see what the blonde was staring at.
Glen caught his breath in a gasp when he saw what had stopped the young blonde so abruptly in her tracks. Dawn was totally naked on the floor! And Warren. He was naked too and fucking his huge cock deep into her mouth! Oh God, what an obscene sight! Glen reached out one hand to steady himself against the young blonde stock girl. Gratefully, he felt her shiver at the touch of his hand on her trembling shoulder.
The feel of his strong chest, his arms going out to her waist, was like an electric shock to the voluptuous blonde.
She knew they should leave and let Miss Peters and Mr. Mathieson do their fucking, but she felt rooted to the spot. That bitch, Miss Peters. She didn't seem like that kind of woman. She even looked as though she had never been fucked in her whole life. But old Mr. Mathieson had sure set fire to her pussy. Josie knew from experience just how good the supervisor was at it too.
Josie watched in a trancelike fascination. She could see Warren kneeling astride Dawn's nakedly trembling body, propped up by a large pile of negligees, his hand tangled in her mane of red hair as he guided her tightly ovalled mouth over his heavily pulsing cock. Dawn's hands were cradling his cum-laden balls, fondling them and squeezing them as though they were precious.
Glen held Josie tightly against him, holding his breath, afraid she might do something ridiculous like yell at the obscene couple. He could feel his own painfully jerking cock swelling tightly against his pants from watching the lewd sucking Dawn was giving Warren's cock. He didn't know when she had learned it, but that girl knew how to suck cock! His hand crept up to close on Josie's huge, softly trembling tit. Christ! He had to fuck a cunt or he'd lose his frigging mind. The sight of the beautiful redheaded salesgirl, Dawn Peters, sucking her supervisor's cock in the darkness of the stockroom had worked at his desires until he thought he would go crazy if he didn't throw some girl on the floor soon and fuck her senseless.
The beautiful blonde stock girl's head was whirling and aching at the lascivious sight before her. Josie remembered other times when she had been the recipient of Warren's educated, expert cock. Now with this incredible scene before her eyes, she had to have his cock fucking into her again, or even better than that--Glen Cooper's cock. By God, she was going to have it. She held her boss's hand against her sensuously throbbing tit as she watched the young salesgirl suck and feed on the supervisor's cock. Dawn was trying to swallow Warren's massively pulsing prick clear down her throat.
Josie felt Glen's hand close tighter over her huge tit. She stiffened and caught her breath. Josie knew Glen couldn't help but get hot watching the lewd cock-sucking. He'd have to be dead not to want to fuck after having seen the grossly obscene fucking. Josie pulled at his hand, titillated by his powerful body. She could feel her hot pussy juices gush out from between her legs.
Glen slid his hand down the blonde stock girl's flat belly and cupped his hand over her hotly aroused pussy. Even through her clothes he could feel the heat of her cunt and the wetness of her freely flowing juices. She sure wasn't trying to get away. He knew damn well now that she was an all-experienced little cunt who'd probably seen people fucking and sucking before or she wouldn't have responded to his lewd touches so quickly. Hot bitch! Just what he needed now. Watching Dawn eating Warren's prick with such feeling, Glen knew he had to fuck his painfully jerking cock deep into the blonde's greedily hungering little pussy.
The store manager pinched her nipples until they were dark and throbbing with desire and then his finger slipped underneath her light summer clothes to the blondey furred slit of her cunt. His huge cock pulsed hotly against Josie's asscheeks.
Josie couldn't will her eyes away from the lewd fucking scene before her. Breathing hard, she moved further into the tight grip of Glen's arms and the hotly searing trail of his hands as they moved over her trembling flesh. Placing burning kisses on her throat, his tongue stabbed and licked flames of searing delight along the soft white skin above her blouse. She felt as if she were becoming a mass of fleshy sensation.
Hell! Glen thought, I'd like to drag this little blonde over to that corner now, strip her naked, and lay her out beside Dawn and Warren Mathieson, and fuck the shit out of her. His hands tightened on her, and he was almost ready to do it when, with a jolt, he realized that if he could sneak up on the lewdly fucking couple then someone else could sneak up on him. He had a reputation to uphold.
Suddenly, when he was almost on the point of cumming in his pants, Glen decided. The bra department had private dressing rooms with locks where no one would bother them. It even had an entrance leading from the stockroom.
That would do. Yes. God, yes! Oh ... quick!
He bent to scoop Josie's all but swooning body into his arms and carried her carefully across the dimly lit stockroom to the dressing room. She clung to him, her breath coming in shuddering gasps, for he'd gotten her so hot and crazy she hardly knew what she was doing. He kicked the door closed and deposited the wildly trembling woman on the floor. He wished it was Dawn Peters, but, by God, this little blonde would do well.
He worked quickly and quietly, only bothering to yank off her panty hose and shoes. He yanked off his own shirt and tie and then he freed his painfully jerking cock, letting his pants fall, his heavily throbbing cock jutting out before him. Josie was moaning very softly with her eyes closed, swaying where he put her as though she were waiting for him to do with her as he pleased. He unbuttoned and let her skirt drop to the floor so that her blouse flapped around her naked, slender hips. He caught those beautiful smoothly curving hips in his hands and pulled her down onto the floor.
He could see her blondely furred cuntlips were wet with her freely flowing juices. Slowly he guided his painfully throbbing cock to the wetly gaping opening of her pussy, fucking into her with his huge, cunt-stretching cock. The feel of her hot, juicy pussy walls closing over his prick almost made him cum right then. Gooooooooddddddddd! Her greedily clasping cunt felt so good.
Josie could feel all of her boss's massively pulsing cock fucking deep into her cunt, its head nudging against and then pushing hard into her womb. He lifted his muscular hips, screwing his cock even deeper into her excitedly writhing belly, her own juicy pussy flesh closing and clenching on its huge shaft with a hundred fibrous fingers.
Glen's head dropped and she felt his hot mouth on hers, as he kissed her long and ferociously. She was trembling and shaking in his arms as she closed her eyes, opening her mouth under his and taking his hard thrusting tongue into her throat, sucking on it with a gasping greed.
The store manager could feel her soft, voluptuous body beneath him. Her hugely billowing tits throbbed hotly into the dark curling hairs of his chest. He spread her thighs wider apart and cupped her trembling asscheeks, pulling her pussy up onto his cock even harder. She was afire with the touch of his body on hers.
Josie sucked his tongue deep into the hot cavern of her mouth as fiercely as his heavily pulsing cock fucked into her cunt. She could feel the hungrily devouring walls of her pussy drawing his cock ever deeper inside.
Glen tore his mouth away at last and sank his teeth just hard enough into her earlobe for her to cry out, "Oooooooo!" Christ! This little blonde really loved it. He screwed his thickly throbbing cock deeper in her tightly clenching cunt. Arching up just enough to look down the length of their bodies so lewdly intertwined, hers naked from the waist down, lean and excitingly fragile, the hipbones showing in sharp little wings, his, large, muscular. "Oh, Jesus, girl," he panted, his head still burrowed downward where he could see his cock in her cunt. He pulled his massively pulsing prick out of her pussy all the way, wanting to see it as he fucked it upward. Her hand came up obediently, guiding his huge cock back into her greedily devouring depths.
Oh God. Yes. His cock was so big. The young blonde stock girl arched her hips, spreading her legs even wider.
Glen was moaning now through gritted teeth as he watched his huge, pussy-stretching cock fucking into her tightly gripping pussylips. He could see her hips rotate slowly, and he saw his huge prick disappear, and he felt her cunt mouth suck hungrily back over it again.
"Goddddddddddd!" he groaned and fucked into her, letting the full weight of his body screw his heavily pulsing cock all the way into her greedily milking pussyhole.
"Oooooooooooooo!" she moaned, feeling his massive cock screwing into her.
"Please ... please ... oh ... God ..." she hissed, her hands clawing at his tanned muscular shoulders. She'd never felt anything as good as this thick gigantic cock fucking in her pussy so far that she could feel the head throbbing far up against the bottom of her belly inside. It felt as though she were pierced completely through the core of her body, that the head was going to come out the back of her neck. She'd thought that fucking him would be great, but damn, she'd never expected anything like this!
Christ. The tightly gripping walls of her pussy were milking greedily at his prick. He didn't know how in hell he was going to hold on. Just screwing into her had almost triggered his whole mind-shattering cum right then, and he didn't want to cum before she had.
He fucked his tongue deep into her hot, wet mouth. A fire spread hungrily from his lewdly fucking loins as his cock was alternately squeezed and released in the vise of her wet little pussy walls. He could feel his belly churn and his cum-laden balls swelling to near bursting.
"Oh ... fuck me, fuck me ..." she begged, wanting more and more of his huge cock screwing into her. She felt their nakedly cleaving bodies rise a few inches off the floor with their passion, and the manager fucked his thickly pulsing prick deeper and deeper into her body.
Glen ground his loins Into the nakedly quivering stock girl beneath him, feeling her hungrily devouring cunt suck his cock deeply into her pussy. Her hot, juicy cunt walls milked him greedily as he raced full length up into her trembling belly. His cum-loaded balls slapped with a resounding staccato sound against the smoothly rounded cheeks of her ass.
"Aghghghhhhhh!" he grunted as he screwed harder into her. She wanted to be fucked and he was giving her all he had. This little blonde stock girl sure could fuck. He had heard rumors about her, she had had the whole store talking, but he had never believed them. He would never doubt a rumor about her again. He just wished that it was the beautiful redheaded Dawn Peters he was screwing instead. The thought of Dawn's hotly sucking mouth clamped around his lipstick-rimmed cock, even as he fucked into the blonde's wetly clasping cunt, almost made him cum. Christ! What a pair the two women were.
Josie wrapped her legs around Glen's waist, hoping they would stop hurting, that the cramp in her legs would leave, and, miraculously, it did. This brought her quivering little clit higher and her slightly upturned cunt into closer contact with his deeply fucking cock. The fires in her cunt mounted as he screwed further into her belly now. It was easier. She could feel her pussy responding, the wild fucking causing the familiar tingling sensation and radiant warmth to flow through her.
Glen felt the blonde stock girl's legs wrap around his waist so that her whole hotly throbbing pussy was wide open to him, her mouth mewling and moaning. He grabbed her smoothly curved asscheeks in his hands, pounding into her wetly clasping pussy harder and faster, unable to stop the grunting sounds erupting from his throat and chest as he fucked into her like a maniac. Jesus!
"Yesssssssssssssss!" she moaned, fucking up onto his huge prick as she felt him lift her legs and drape them over his shoulders. She rode higher and higher up the hugely screwing cock and she could feel the fires of her own cum begin to spark and flame.
Suddenly he slammed into her, arching his back, hanging in mid air and too pained to move, hanging there as he felt a great gush of hotly scalding cum roar out of his wildly jerking cock and deep into her belly. His cum juices shot in scalding streams into her womb, his cum-laden balls sending pulses of white hot juices out the tightly constricted opening of his huge prick. "Jeeeeesssssss!" he groaned. The hot slippery load rushed in a frenzy from his cum-filled balls into her heatedly clasping cunt that was still so tight it milked him furiously in a seemingly never-ending cum that went on and on.
Suddenly, he felt the beautiful blonde stock girl arch up and quiver, her calves locked around his head, and he could feel the air hit the backs of his hands where they clenched her trembling asscheeks. Her scream would have awakened the dead.
"Aaaaaaaagghhhhhhhhhhhh ... oooohhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Gggggggaaaaaahhhhhhdddddddddd ... oooohhhhhhhh ... fucckkkkkkkkkk!"
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh ... aaahhh ... ooohhhhhhhh ... iiiii ... gggaaaaa!"
Josie heard Glen's strangled cries mingling with her own, but she had not been aware of the screams that were coming from her own mouth. They were only a verbal expression of the wildly churning rapture that was happening inside her own flesh.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhh ... Goddddddd ... ooooooo!" Glen prayed it would never end. His very life was pouring out of him. He fucked into her cunt again and again until finally he only twitched and gasped, then fell on her with the great weight of his utterly exhausted and completely fulfilled body.
Josie clasped him tighter around his muscular body, rising now on the wave of his mindshattering cum that sent the almost neverending spurts of his slippery, hotly searing juices cascading down over her frantically trembling thighs.
"Aaaahhhhhhggghhhhhhh!" she screamed as her cum washed through her like a tidal wave and her greedily milking cunt coaxed the last of the hotly scalding juices from his cum-drenched cock.

Chapter 5
After his fuck with the blonde stock girl, Glen Cooper wasn't able to find Dawn Peters until just before the store closed. He was finally able to talk to her in the cafeteria during her coffee break.
"Mind if I sit down?" Glen asked as he stood by the store's cafeteria table where Dawn Peters sat with a cup of coffee and piece of pie in front of her.
The salesgirl looked up startled, her eyes taking in her handsome boss standing beside the table.
"Well of course, Glen, sit down." She took her purse off the chair next to her.
He grinned and sat down beside the lovely young auburn-haired salesgirl. "I've been wanting to talk to you all day today. But I couldn't seem to track you down." He grinned slyly. "You must have had a very busy day cause I couldn't find you anywhere."
"Why yes, it's been one of the more hectic days of the year." She looked up at Glen Cooper, puzzled. Why would he want to find her so desperately? They had a date for the next evening, but she couldn't think of any reason why he would want to see her today.
"Dawn ...?" There was a strange expectancy in his voice that made her turn to look at him sharply.
"What is it, Glen?"
"Would you come upstairs to my office for a second, there's something I want to show you."
"Well, I'm late now, Glen, and I have to count up the receipts downstairs in lingerie when the store closes."
"I'll let them know where you are. They can get along without you for a few minutes," he said slowly. His handsome face still held that strange excitement as though something wonderful had happened and he wanted her to know about it.
And for that reason, plus something else she didn't quite understand, she went with him.
In the office upstairs, Dawn turned to him questioningly. "All right, Glen. What is it you're so excited about? What do you want to show me?"
Glen Cooper walked over to his desk and pulled a piece of paper from the top drawer and handed it to the beautiful redheaded salesgirl. She looked at it, her eyes widening in disbelief as she saw what it was--an order form for a half million dollars worth of merchandise from Sheik Abdullah of Rhadd. Dawn looked up and Glen smiled at her surprised expression.
"My dear, you have made the largest sale on record to one individual for lingerie."
"Well, bless the Sheik's heart." She smiled. "I didn't think he had bought anything at all." And so she had let Warren Mathieson fuck her in the mouth. The crook, he had known all along and he had still made her suck his cock. At least she had enjoyed it. She sure had changed in the last few days. A week ago she would have been horrified at his betrayal, but now she could laugh and was laughing as Glen Cooper grabbed her voluptuous body to his and kissed her deeply, his tongue fucking hotly into her mouth.
She pulled away suddenly. "Glen, right here, in your office?"
"I've fucked more girls in my office than you'd care to know about ...!" His brain felt as though it were going to explode. Oh, Jesus, when she had laughed she had been so sensual, and a fire had spread through him like none he had ever known before. A strangled moan tore out of his chest as he pulled her to him again, pressing her whole softly curvaceous body into his, feeling her hugely billowing tits crush into his heaving chest. "Just let me congratulate you on your sale."
Before she knew it, Dawn found herself in Glen's strong arms, his wetly swirling tongue moving up her face until he caught her mouth again and held her. His hotly searching lips were teasing down her throat, blazing a trail of wildly burning passion. Oh God! Dawn could feel her nerves and skin tingling, and her unfucked pussy began to throb. She wanted to be fucked so badly. After sucking Warren's cock and seeing him get so hot and have such a mind-blowing cum, she had needed cock desperately, but he hadn't had any strength left to help her.
But now here was Glen Cooper's very special cock just waiting for and wanting her own little pussy, and she was ready and willing to be fucked all the way to kingdom-cum and back again!
She broke away from him momentarily, and with half passion-glazed eyes, undressed before his own lecherous stare. When he realized that she was undressing for him to fuck her, he, too, threw his clothes off in a heap on the floor and waited, watching while she finished taking off her bra and panties and stood before him with her pussy thrusting out as though she wanted him to fuck her then and there, standing upright in his office, and he was about to oblige her when she got down on her knees on the floor and then lay flat on her back, spread lewdly open before him like a smorgasbord. He felt his cock jerk painfully at the lascivious sight.
Glen crawled onto the quiveringly spread body of the young redhead and, without waiting, fucked his already huge cock deep up into her tight, hotly pulsing cunt, glorying in the wonderful tightness of the greedily clasping walls. The warmly sucking little cunt slit was already milking greedily at his painfully throbbing balls. The young salesgirl's red-furred cunthole sucked his cock in and eagerly accepted all of his thickly pulsing prick into its hot juicy depths.
Clutching her smoothly rounded asscheeks in his hands, Glen fucked into her harder, and wormed his outstretched middle finger into the tightly puckered ring of her asshole. Her freely gushing cunt juices had already wet the opening as they'd trickled down from her cum-drenched pussy. He began lewdly pushing at the tiny crinkled hole with the tip of his extended finger. It resisted fiercely, the muscles tightly hard. Suddenly he stabbed his finger into the tight little hole. She arched and screamed at the painfully lewd intrusion which only screwed her cock-stretched pussy deeper up onto his huge prick. Suddenly, Dawn was yelling in a voice neither of them recognized: "Yes! Finger me in the asshole! Finger-fuck it while you fuck my pussy! Oh lover, fuck me!"
Glen needed no urging, but her salacious words incited him even further. He fucked his finger viciously up into her hotly clenching asshole. She arched even higher, screaming like a maniac, "Aghghghghghghghhhhhhh!" The tight oval ring suddenly gave, and he was fucking her twice, filling both her pussy and her asshole with himself. He could feel the thin membrane between his deeply fucking cock and obscenely screwing finger, and it felt as though they might meet at the peak of a screaming cum. Establishing a rhythm, he slammed into her in a wild, frenzied passion. Her smoothly curved hips ground up to absorb the massive thickness of his cock, then down to capture his outstretched finger fucking up her tightly clenching asshole. Her head flailed, from side to side, and her open mouth screamed out her painful masochistic need. Oh, Jesus! He'd fuck the beautiful young cunt out of her mind!
Dawn's ecstatically quivering titties felt as though they were burning mounds of flesh existing only for the lascivious sensations of Glen's lewdly sucking mouth. The nipples were fiery little coals that burned deep down to her widely stretched pussy. The fire was there too, burning, wanting, devouring the enormously throbbing cock that fucked so mercilessly, so beautifully, in and out ... in and out! Oh God! She was going mad.
Glen dug his sweating palms under Dawn's nakedly quaking asscheeks to press her hungrily clasping cuntlips even higher to his massive prick as Dawn opened her legs even wider to allow his heavily throbbing cock to fuck deeper into her hungrily devouring cunt.
She groaned pitifully as he pushed his face into her flaming red hair, the full length of his lewdly snaking tongue burying itself in the hotly flushed hollow of her ear. He bit the lobe and licked down the lust-straining white throat to her whitely trembling tit again.
Glen's deeply fucking cock was establishing a rhythm with the hotly licking tongue on her tit and the lewd finger in her asshole. Her nakedly trembling body was vibrating like a harp string between the greedily sucking mouth on her tits and the merciless fucking in pussy and asshole. She had never felt anything so wonderful in her life!
Glen could feel Dawn's hotly quivering cunt walls working against the head of his cock. He opened one eye to peer at the softly trembling tit in his mouth, the white skin like ivory.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... deeeeeaaaarrrrrrrr ... Goooooddddddddddd!" he heard Dawn scream, her head thrown back in a salacious portrait of a lost, mindless lust. The cords in her beautiful young throat were standing out rigidly and straining. Her hands caught at Glen's powerful shoulders. She pushed inward on them as hard as she could to try to somehow contain the ecstasy that was building in her inflamed young body. Her darkly throbbing nipple budded even harder against the roof of his mouth as her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Oh God! Shit! What could ever top having your mouth stuffed full of tit, cock and finger impaled in greedy cunt and asshole, fucking, fucking, fucking ...
"Aaghhhhhhhhh ... ggaahhhhh ... uuhhhhhhhh!" Dawn screamed under him, head tossing back and forth on the floor in ceaseless agony. Glen could feel her ecstatically trembling thighs wrap up around his waist and her hands digging lust-spread fingers into his hard, lean asscheeks as she strained for her mind-blowing cum. He could hear the lewd wet sucking sound of his cock slushing into the greedily clasping pussy up between her thighs. She was climbing him like a crazed cat, and he rammed his thickly pulsing cock into her cunt in time to his wetly swirling tongue on her tit and finger fucking into her wildly puckering asshole.
Suddenly, he pulled his outstretched middle finger from Dawn's ass and, without missing a stroke, rolled over so that the naked young salesgirl was now astride his body.
Dawn was riding high on Glen's massively throbbing cock, his lusty hips thrusting her up and down like a puppet on a string. He writhed beneath her, his kneading hands coming up to clutch her hotly quivering tits, and his cock fucking her ever closer to the sweet oblivion of a mind-shattering cum.
She fell forward onto his hairy chest, sucking the older man's tongue hungrily, greedily, while she bounced wantonly up and down an his thickly throbbing hardness.
A mighty upward fuck of hard cock made her choke around his tongue as she felt his massively throbbing prick fucking into the pulsing wet flesh of her cunt, deeper than ever.
"Ah ... ahhh ... aghhhh ..." she groaned in anguish, and her naked young body stiffened over his cock as she felt the muscle spasms shaking her whole body, the juicy walls of her cunt squeezing and sucking on his as it tried to make his hot scalding cum gush down from his balls.
Dawn could feel it about to happen from her high seat on Glen's deeply fucking cock as it suddenly rammed into her cunt with an added fury. The great cords in his muscular neck were standing out like ropes. He was humping up now in furious time with the rasping breaths tearing from his chest. Dawn felt her own cum beginning, her clit rolling against Glen's massively throbbing cock, quivering hotly as though it was ready to explode and arouse her nakedly trembling body, spreading sparks that burst into uncontrolled flames to devour her as nothing else ever had.
"Aaahhhhhhh ... gooooooddddddddd!" She screamed out her rapture, her shamelessly writhing pelvis, blotting out all reason, jerking spasmodically to grind her fully erect clit in a circular motion against the deeply fucking cock. All that mattered on the face of the globe now were the salacious shafts of pleasure fucked deep up into her gratefully accepting hole.
Glen thrust his thickly pulsing cock into her greedily clutching cunt, and he could feel her pussy juices flowing like water over it and spilling down onto his naked thighs.
The sensation of her wetly clasping pussylips on his dick was sending him out of his mind, and Glen decided to try to fuck her to a cum again while she was still limp from her first one. She'd get a taste of his cock right up the back of her greedy young throat when he came.
Glen wanted to stretch his own cum out, make it last as long as possible. His cum-filled balls were ready to explode if he didn't let go soon.
Dawn willed her beautiful cum not to end. She wouldn't be able to stand it if it ended too soon. She tried to fuck his massively pulsing cock even deeper between her aching thighs and into her hungrily devouring cunt, trying to swallow the prick that sent such ecstatic delight arching through her still cock-starved pussy.
Glen imagined he could taste the hotly flowing pussy juices flooding down over his cum-filled balls as he fucked Dawn ever harder, viciously screwing his hugely stretching prick into her beautifully tight flesh. Oh God! Her pussy was milking still, still exploding frantically around and over his cock. Oh Jesus. There'd never been anything like it!
Suddenly, Dawn mashed down on his prick in a shamelessly writhing belly dance that had her grinding down so hard that he thought she'd swallow his cock whole. "Aahhhhhhhhhhh ... aahhhhhhh ... aaahhhhhhggghhh." She chanted a climbing wail of wantonness so inhuman that Glen felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. His cock seemed to rise, too, and swell to monstrous size inside her tightly gripping little cunt. He doubted there were many men who could hold out long enough to satisfy her ravenous pussy that only wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck.
Glen screwed it up into her cum-drenched cuntflesh with an abandoned fury.
"Hang on ... baby ... hang onto me," he grunted. "We're almost ... oohhhhh ... Jesus!"
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhggghhhhh!"
* * *
Warren Mathieson stabbed the elevator button furiously. Whatever it was his boss Glen Cooper had wanted to see him about, had better damn sight be important. He'd just been sitting down to dinner when Glen had called and said to get over to the office at the store immediately. He had something he wanted to show him, something that was very important.
He hoped it was, because he was tired and had looked forward to an early dinner and bed. He just couldn't take fucking like he used to. Hell, when he was younger, he could have fucked all night with a cunt like Dawn Peters, but the way she had sucked his cock this afternoon had just about sent him to the death house. She was the best at eating cock of any of the women who had ever sucked him. He was just sorry that he hadn't had the chance to fuck her pussy and return the pleasure that she had given to him. Maybe another day. In fact, with a hot cunt like hers, he was sure of another chance to fuck her.
Warren Mathieson rode up the elevator alone. In fact, it was almost closing time so he was practically alone in the store. Some of the salesgirls had already left, and the cleaning personnel were starting their duties.
The elevator door opened on the third floor and he walked down the empty corridor to the manager's office. The front office door was closed, but he didn't bother to knock on it. Glen wouldn't have heard it anyway. He walked through the darkened front office and lifted his hand to knock on Glen's office door when he realized that the door was not quite closed. He heard very strange muffled sounds coming from inside. Curious, he pushed the door quietly open.
He felt his cock give a painful lurch when he got a view of what was happening in the office. Dawn was as naked as the day she was born and was sitting astride Glen Cooper's deeply fucking cock like she was on a horse. So intent on their pleasures were the wildly fucking couple that they didn't even notice him come in.
The lingerie supervisor shook his head numbly, staring at the beautiful salesgirl's nakedly white body as though it were an obscene photograph, but this was no picture: he could see she was breathing as her huge, whitely billowing tits rose and fell heavily with her lewd effort.
Suddenly, Glen caught sight of him and grunted gaspingly, "Why don't you help us celebrate?"
Warren's cock jerked painfully in his pants. Jesus Christ! "Celebrate what?" he asked as he jerked off his jacket and was working quickly at his belt, zipper, shirt, buttons, and tie. He flung off the clothes, not really caring what the hell he was helping to celebrate just as long as he joined the party.
"Dawn made her first big sale this week." He laughed lewdly as he fucked into the lucky salesgirl's cunt. "The little bitch sold Sheik Abdullah a half a million dollars worth of nightgowns, bras, and panties!"
"You're joking!" he said as he stared at the lewdly fucking couple on the office room floor. But then he saw their faces and realized it was true. He realized suddenly that he had better join the celebration now, or it was going to be over before he got started.
God! What a fucker that little redheaded salesgirl was. She was wild. He stroked his cock lewdly, remembering how good her mouth had felt when she had sucked it and he moved forward towards her, but then he stopped.
Just looking at her smoothly rounded little ass bouncing up and down on Glen's cock sent his lust down to his cock where it was about to explode! Dawn's puckered little asshole came into view as she rode forward. A tiny crinkled hole. She was really hot to fuck anything, or she wouldn't be putting on such an obscene act. Well, he'd show her what fucking was. By God, he'd ram his prick into her tiny little asshole good and see how well she liked being double-fucked by two men at the same time!
Dawn's brain was so numb from fucking that she didn't react very fast, so when she felt his body behind her, it took awhile for it to register, though she'd dimly heard Glen say something to somebody. She had no idea how long that other person had been there.
Suddenly, she felt a heavily throbbing prick probing at her ass. Something hot and hard was trying to worm its way into her defenselessly upraised asshole. Rough hands were pushing her over so she could be fucked from behind. Oh no! Not there! No!
"You like fucking? Well you're going to get fucked like you've never been fucked before!" The words were snarled at the back of her neck, and she could feel a hot breath rasp out the words. To punctuate their lewdness the hotly pulsing prick stabbed painfully into the outer edge of her tightly puckered rectum. She screamed, unused to the huge intrusion. It was so much more painful than Glen's fingers had been. She tried to pull away, which only fucked her pussy further down onto Glen's hugely throbbing shaft that he was pressing so lustfully deep now up into her belly.
Warren Mathieson fucked his heavily pulsing cock further into Dawn's virginal little asshole, watching her fall nakedly forward onto Glen's chest. Warren fucked again mercilessly into the tight elastic ring of her ass, not backing off this time, but forcing his huge prick to slide in a tortured inch.
"Noooooooooooooooo!" Dawn screamed, her hands tearing into Glen's chest hairs, twisting and pulling them out. He only batted her hands away with one huge paw, pulling her farther forward by the wrists and pulling her cock-filled young body tighter and tighter to him, both wide-stretched holes now full with the two huge cocks that threatened to come together deep up inside her inhumanly filled belly.
The reluctant ring of her ass had finally given. Warren strained forward, fucking hard, panting and groaning, as his thickly throbbing prick slowly sank to the hilt in Dawn's hotly clenching asshole. "Back in to me," he said, clenching her nakedly trembling hips with both his powerful hands. "Fuck your asshole back on my cock!"
Dawn tried to obey, her head hanging on Glen's heaving chest. Then her numbed brain grasped the sound of that voice--the voice that belonged to the huge prick that was fucking so pitilessly into her backside. It sounded dimly like Warren Mathieson, her boss, the man she had sucked so obscenely only that afternoon. Feebly she twisted her head and forced her sex-crazed eyes to open and it was him. Oh God!
The wildly pounding cocks raced into Dawn's lax young body, Glen's in her tightly gripping pussy and Warren's in her painfully stretched asshole.
She was so tight and good, and putting on a hell of an act. Goddamn! both men thought almost at the same time. Thank God they had found out what a treasure they had in this gorgeous little cock-loving salesgirl.
"Let's see who can cum first!" Glen Cooper panted, grunting and fucking upward into the deep recesses of Dawn's cock-filled belly. Warren screwed into her tightly clenching asshole fiercely, feeling the hot rubbery walls milking his huge cock and forcing him closer and closer to cumming inside her.
By going completely limp with the agony and pain of his cock in her asshole, Dawn felt a twinge of something. She couldn't be sure. Dawn held her breath and waited a moment. The pain was mixed with something else! Oh God! The pain was going. And the pleasure was coming back!
"Come on, Dawn, fuck your ass on my cock," Warren grunted out between tightly clenched teeth. Dawn nodded dumbly, clenching her eyes shut and shoving backwards as far as she could. Oh God. It was a miracle. The terrible perverted pain was almost gone and a tantalizing pleasure was creeping in now through her cock-ravaged bowels.
She tried to do the same with Glen's heavily pulsing cock that was fucking into her cunt with increasing fury, and miraculously found it worked. Oh God! Soon she was catching onto the strange rhythm of two deeply screwing pricks. First forward and then back, meeting them as they plunged into her voluptuously trembling body.
Riding the crest, she bucked back and forth, feeling the lascivious rapture replace the pain entirely. Her cunt was alive again and greedily milking Glen's huge cock. Then her asshole, which Warren was fucking into so hard and furiously, only added to the deliciously showering needles that began to stab into her shamelessly writhing body with ecstatic nicks of pleasure.
Glen reached for her ecstatically quivering tits as Warren's hands dug into her hips and they whipped her back and forth between them, cock in cunt, prick in ass, both buried deep inside her desire-ridden flesh.
And suddenly it changed, and it was she who rode them, spurring their thickly fucking cocks with her ass and cunt. She wanted it all. She paused at the peak of her rise, feeling both men hesitate and wait for her signal, their breaths suddenly wadded in their chests, and then she was cumming!
Dawn stiffened for that one breathless moment that lasted forever. The hot flood of her cum started. The cum and the roar was in her ears, and she was starbound in the wake of a blazingly gushing cum that flooded deep up into both openings of her hungrily sucking cunt and voraciously devouring asshole!

Chapter 6
Pretty Tammy Anderson, of the department store's cleanup staff, nestled her head further into the sweater she was using as a pillow. She didn't normally take naps on the job, but she had been so tired tonight. It seemed like she never had time to sleep anymore--between her night job and full time classes at the University, not to mention studying until all hours, there was just no time for anything else.
She sighed deeply as consciousness returned, nudged into her dreams by some unaccountable noises in the manager's office. It was supposed to be empty. Mr. Cooper had gone home early, and that's why she had chosen his washroom to nap in. It was far enough out of her supervisor's way for him not to check up on her and fairly comfortable if you knew where to lie down. But now, she was afraid. What if it were her boss out there? If he were cleaning the office he would soon come in here, and find her because the only way out of the washroom was through the office.
The young black-haired cleanup girl stood up groggily and put her hand on the knob of the door. Hesitantly, she turned it and pushed the door open a crack, just large enough so that she could see what was going on in the office and whether or not it was her boss out there.
Tammy's blue eyes widened in amazement as the scene on the floor before her finally registered in her brain. One woman was being obscenely sandwich-fucked between two men. One was fucking into her ass, the other in her pussy. The two men were fucking the girl slowly, with, long, deep penetrating thrusts. Then as the twin little holes of her cunt and asshole relaxed and as their pre-cum juices began to gush hotly from their cocks and cunt they fucked up into her lewdly stretched holes faster and faster, establishing a rhythm all three could follow.
Even from the washroom, Tammy could see the redheaded woman writhing between them, see her moaning and shuddering in the throes of ecstasy as one small cum dovetailed into another in the redhead's lewdly fucked belly as the two men entered into a competition to see which of them could spew his hotly scalding cock juices into her first.
Slowly, almost without realizing it, the young brunette moved one hand across her softly trembling tittie, and let it slide, as if on its own, up beneath her dress, along the satiny flesh of her inner thighs. She muffled a gasp as her thumbnail scraped over her panty-clad slit, and then, slowly, deliberately, she continued to run her pointed fingernails back and forth over the thin band of nylon that covered her hotly aching pussy, tensing and mewling softly each time she touched her cunt. When finally, it got too much for her, she obscenely worked the tip of her outstretched middle finger beneath the elastic legband of her cum-drenched panties, burying it deep between her wetly throbbing pussylips. Writhing with the soft finger-fucking, she was unable to control the loud moan that escaped her lips. She froze for a long moment, fearful that the three on the floor of the office might have heard her and know she was watching them from the washroom. But they were far too absorbed in their own depravity of fucking to notice.
Suddenly, in a torment of passion, the young brunette withdrew her lewdly fucking finger from her hotly pulsing cunt and started throwing off her clothes, knowing that the quicker they were off the more obscene she would feel and the better her finger-induced cum would be as she watched the two men fucking deep into the redhead's cunt and ass.
Seconds later the little brunette cleanup girl was naked. She leaned her trembling asscheeks against the washroom sink and watched the lewdly fucking trio.
As if with a life of their own, her fingers delicately touched her sensuously throbbing tits. The aroused young brunette felt herself shiver excitedly as her gently exploring fingers crept along her naked belly toward the burning cum-drenched mound of her pussy. She knew it was wrong to fuck her fingers up her cunt, but she had to. She had never been fucked by a cock but she had finger-fucked her own pussy many times--only, she had never needed it then as much as she needed to fuck herself now!
Slowly, she let her hand creep down to her darkly curling pussyhairs and felt a sublime electric thrill race over the softly curled mound and go deep up into the burning hole of her hotly pulsing pussy.
"Oooohhhhhh! Ummmmmmmm," she moaned, trying to be quiet so that she would not be discovered, as her lewdly probing finger found the bud of her clit snugly nestled between her voluptuous white thighs. It quivered beneath her exploring touch and she could feel its ecstatic signals racing throughout her entire nakedly trembling body. With wanton desire, her eager fingers encircled the tiny pulsing bud of her clit and she squeezed it between her fingertips, her mouth flying open as the lightninglike flashes of aroused stimulation crashed through her body, causing her hugely billowing tits to quiver hotly, and her hips to gyrate with a slow, undulating motion. Dimly, from the next room, she could hear the rhythm of the three lewdly fucking people on the floor matching her own manipulating hand. She rubbed her hotly searching fingers against the hair-lined lips of her pussyhole and felt a new wave of tingling lust snake through her naked body until she abandoned them and returned to the erectly quivering bud of her clit with her cum-drenched fingertips. She savored the lustful tremors of lewd fire while her whitely trembling asscheeks clenched tightly together against the sink and her hips rotated and lifted outward, as if asking for more.
Her other hand now began kneading and squeezing her hugely billowing tits, taking her darkly erect nipple between her thumb and forefinger, gently rolling the fingers back and forth, feeling the fire in her cunt raging with each obscene roll. From one sensuously throbbing tit to the other her hand traveled, while between her lusciously parted legs, one outstretched finger worked its way across her darkly furred cunt.
Unable to hold back her lust any longer, Tammy spread her legs as wide apart as she could where she was standing. Then with her whole back arching, she fucked her middle finger far up into her hungrily devouring cunt, flooded now with the slippery flow of cunt juices that her own salacious fingers had induced. Again she was forced to freeze for a moment, this time completely paralyzed by the rapturous sensations of arousal that overcame her. Then she began rotating her finger further up inside her pussyhole in small, cunt-stretching circles, causing the tightly gripping walls of her cunt to expand until she could fit a second and then a third finger up inside.
In the office, the groans of the redhead's protests and pleasure had assumed a regular rhythm as the girl began a low chanting moan in response to the deep sandwich-fucking of the two men. Picking up the sound of the girl's impassioned gasps, Tammy began the same rhythm, screwing her fingers in and out of her greedily sucking cunt, while her free hand pulled almost cruelly at her hotly throbbing nipples. The young brunette was ashamed of her obscene finger-fucking. But it was impossible for her to stop, her hands having taken over control of her will and her eyes glued to the salacious sight on the office floor. Then the redhead's choking cries began reaching a crescendo of wild abandon that could mean only one thing--her skimming cums were over and she was building toward the really big one. Which meant too, that it was time for the two men to really fuck her crazy!
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh my God!" The redheaded girl's wild delirious cry came screeching into the washroom and then trailed off into a wild strangled scream. Even to Tammy's passion-clogged senses, it was possible to discern the wild slapping together of the three bodies and the obscene outbursts of the two men as they fucked their hotly gushing cock juices deep into the redhead's belly and ass.
This was the moment that Tammy unconsciously had been waiting for. Fucking her three fingers as far up inside her cunt as they would go, she fought to cum together with the three in the office. And then the first incredible shock of her cum hit her with savage force. She sucked in her belly muscles like a diver making her first plunge, her whole body stiffening and arching backwards. She bit down sharply on her lower lip to stifle any sound she might make as she threw her head back and continued to fuck her three fingers, like a thick hard cock, deep in and out of her wildly contracting cunt.
Completely out of control now, Tammy closed her eyes and spread her legs still farther apart to welcome the lewdly fucking hand that she now considered belonged to some phantom lover. She could feel the hot flood of her pussy juices drenching her hand and smearing down the smooth skin on the insides of her hotly quivering thighs.
She had no idea how long her cum lasted, but when she opened her eyes and gazed about, she did not at once recognize her surroundings. But then as everything became clear, she shook her head, thoroughly ashamed of what she had done, wishing she had someone to blame for her lewd finger-fucking of her own cunt. She sank dejectedly down onto the washroom floor, her legs lewdly spread and drenched with her own pussy juices and her naked back against the washroom wall.
She must have dozed off then, for when she opened her eyes again, one of the men had gone, though the other man and the redhead were still sprawled nakedly on the floor. She stirred groggily as she looked at them from the small crack in the door and she trembled at the thought that they might want to use the washroom. She would be caught here all naked and cum-drenched because there was no way out but over the two naked bodies in the office.
Fearfully, she stood up and started to put on her clothes. At least she would be dressed if she were discovered. She stepped into her silken panties, pulling them snugly over her just finger-fucked little cunt, and leaned over to pick up her bra.
"Well, well!" she heard the redhead's voice say from behind her, and she whirled around, her huge tits swaying with the movement, to face her discoverer.
The redhead stood in the doorway, and the door was open wide, exposing her almost naked body to the two in the office. She could feel both their eyes on her and she knew that they knew that she had seen the two men fuck the redhead and that she herself had shamelessly finger-fucked her own hot little pussy as she had watched.
"Glen, why we've had an audience, a participating audience too, I would say," said the redhead, noticing the dried pussy juices on the young brunette's inner thighs.
"Come on out and tell us something about yourself," the redheaded woman said, smiling as she led the frightened, nakedly trembling young girl over to the office couch and sat her down.
"I'm Dawn Peters, this is Glen Cooper." The redhead looked at her expectantly.
"Uh ... T ... Tammy Anderson," she stammered. "I was cleaning the washroom and I fell asleep. I didn't mean to intrude. I'm sorry. Let me just get my clothes and I'll be going." She started to rise but Dawn pushed her gently back down on the couch and sat next to her.
The nakedly trembling cleaning girl looked wildly at the door for escape as she felt the redhead's naked body move closer to hers and the dark-haired Glen Cooper rise up off the floor and sit on the other side of her on the couch. She was trapped! But the worst part of it was that she had brought it on herself by stripping and then finger-fucking herself. If she'd been dressed when they'd opened the door they probably wouldn't even have bothered with her.
"Now sweetheart, why would you want to leave now? The party isn't nearly over," the dark-haired man said and placed his arm around her naked shoulders.
The poor little brunette was so confused that she didn't even try to fight them and the cause of her confusion was that deep down inside she had kind of wished that the girl being double-fucked so obscenely could have been her.
"Did you see me getting fucked in the ass and the cunt, Tammy?" the redheaded Dawn asked her and she nodded her eyes wide with the lewd image. "Would you like to be fucked like that someday too?"
She nodded again, before she realized what answering the last question could mean. As the thought hit her she looked searchingly into the two lecherous faces. They were grinning widely and suddenly she knew that they would probably fuck her virgin little pussy right there in the office!
"Well, Glen and I are going to see that you get the right kind of care the first time. Isn't that right, Glen?"
Glen nodded and squeezed her shoulders tightly.
"Now, open your mouth, darling," Dawn whispered close to the cleaning girl's ear. Let your lips relax so Glen here can slip his tongue into your mouth."
Tammy's head was floating with the unreality of the whole evening and she gradually let Dawn's suggestion direct her and her lips parted. She moaned softly with the thrill that Glen's tongue brought her as it slithered into her mouth.
Dawn could feel Tammy warming up as Glen brought her closer, his lips still pressed to hers in an open-mouthed kiss that was dulling her senses. Nimbly, almost without the cleaning girl's realizing, the redheaded salesgirl reached forward and touched the softly trembling mounds of her tits.
She had no explanation for what came over her as she took hold of the beautiful brunette's hugely billowing tits and felt the nipples as hard as tiny pebbles against her palms.
Tammy suffered a moment of hot panic as she felt Dawn's hands on her tits, and struggled against Glen with all her strength. But the dark-haired man only held her that much more tightly, his tongue continuing to fuck deeper in and out of her hot, open mouth. And beside them on the couch, Dawn could feel all resistance going out of the young cleaning girl as the salesgirl continued to pull and rub and play with her darkly throbbing nipples, until finally Tammy began shivering, and panting against the older man's hotly caressing mouth.
"I think she's about ready for you to suck on her huge, hot titties," Dawn said, her own voice growing ragged with passion as she ordered her boss's actions.
Tammy flinched. "Don't you dare suck my titties!" she gasped. "If you do, I ... I'll scream!"
"And how are you going to explain all that cum on your cunt?" Dawn mocked. "Anybody who sees it can tell you've just finger-fucked it."
Tammy's eyes blazed as Glen loosened his hold on her and let her draw back from him. "I told you we were going to fuck you, so get yourself used to the idea."
Dawn moved suddenly from the trembling girl's side and knelt seductively in front of her dark-haired boss. She thrust her hugely billowing tits out in front of his face as though begging to be suckled. She moved close enough for Glen to be able to reach them. "Show her how good you can suck, darling. Suck my tits!"
Almost as if drawn by a magnet, the older dark-haired man put his lips to the reddened tip of the salesgirl's billowing tit. Dawn's hand flew to the back of his head, forcing his hotly laving mouth into a deeper embrace. Head thrown back, eyes closed, and teeth clenched she took as much of his sucking on one as she could, then moved his mouth to her other sensuously throbbing tit.
The shock that the young cleaning girl first felt very quickly turned to fascination and then to a little bit of envy, as she again heard Dawn's deep moans of pleasure and saw the look of ecstasy on the redhead's desire-flushed face. In fact, Tammy offered only token resistance a moment later when Glen transferred his hotly sucking lips from the salesgirl's to Tammy's own softly trembling tit. She mewled like a kitten over its first saucer of milk as he suckled the hugely billowing globe and then submissively she let him force her back on the couch to make room. Tammy lay with her asscheeks resting on the edge of the cushions, her feet on the floor, almost completely naked with her scant white panties the only covering she had on. As the hot lustful feelings from Glen's hotly slavering mouth on her huge tits spread down her belly, Tammy's virginal cunt fucked reflexively upward in a desperate, silent plea to be fucked.
Dawn could see that the narrow crotch of the girl's white lace panties was sopping wet, as well as the softly curling pussyhairs creeping out from under the panty legbands. It was as soft and fine as the hair atop the little cleaning girl's head.
Again Dawn could not account for her feelings, or her actions. Unless it was all the fucking she had had today ... Whatever the reason, she was seized with a sudden desire to pull Tammy's panties down off her curvaceous little asscheeks.
Glen's mouth and tongue at her tits had caused Tammy to sink deeper and deeper under the lewd spell and once again she was unaware of what the redheaded salesgirl was doing until her flimsy lace panties were off.
"Oh no! No!" the dark-haired cleaning girl cried out, writhing and struggling and thrashing out with both naked legs. But Glen Cooper went right on sucking her trembling tit and lewdly massaging the other, while keeping her tightly mashed against the sofa cushions. After a few moments, Tammy saw the futility of kicking or trying to get away and lay quietly with her legs clenched tightly together. But she could not resist Dawn's gentle hands as they coaxed her thighs to open just enough so that the redheaded salesgirl could view right up into her virginal young pussyhole.
Dawn was in no way a connoisseur of female flesh. She'd only just become a connoisseur of cock! And aside from her own pussy, she had never before been interested enough to pay much attention to what any other member of her sex might have hidden in the tangle of pussy curls between her legs.
Nestled temptingly up in a sprinkle of silky raven-colored cunthairs, the young cleaning girl's nakedly pulsing pussylips looked wet and inviting. Tammy's naked body was quivering now because of Glen's sucking at her huge tits. The slender folds of her pussy were still wet from her finger-fucking and partly open, just enough to allow Dawn to peek up into the dark narrow walls that led up into the depths of the girl's hotly quivering belly. Her tiny clit appeared as no more than a slight swelling, but the salesgirl knew only too well that it would soon expand to twice its size as the full effect of Glen's hotly slavering lips hit the girl.
Tammy's thighs jumped as Dawn's fingertips brushed lightly over her fur-lined cunt. "Oh ..." This was the first contact anyone besides herself had ever made directly to her naked flesh, and Tammy was afraid. The redhead's lewd touch was exciting her. The gentle hand was so soft and sure, the touch of the fingers so light and delicate as they parted her heavily throbbing cuntlips more and slipped into the slick, cum-soaked cunt, moving obscenely through the length of it, back to front.
"Oh, no ... no ..." Tammy cried out in mild panic as Dawn found and softly stroked the girl's wildly quivering clit, making it harden like a tiny cock. Tammy began to thrash around, but she made no attempt to close her lewdly splayed legs.
Still using the same gentle touch, Dawn spread the cleaning girl's heavily pulsing pussy-lips wide apart, as her head dipped slowly forward. Never before in her entire life had Dawn even imagined she would want to lick another woman's pussy. Even now, depraved after a day of lewd, obscene fucking, for one long reluctant moment she was not sure she could place her lips on the softly throbbing cuntlips. It was completely against her nature, obscene and unnatural. She was not a lesbian.
Yet tonight, she could not help herself. The warmth of Tammy's wildly jerking thighs against her cheeks checked all of Dawn's indecisiveness. She looked again at the nakedly glistening cunt before her. It really was lovely, she thought, so sweet, so pinkly tempting. She put her lips to the soft tender flesh at the inside of the girl's thighs, and the sweet, intimate cum-scent that filled her nostrils incited her further. Her face moved uncontrollably nearer and nearer to the wetly gaping pussyhole. The gap between the cuntlips spread wider apart as Dawn breathed hotly against them, opening wide for whatever would fuck into them.
Dawn kissed the very center of Tammy's young cunt, pursing her hotly scalding lips and pressing them deeply into the young girls widely gaping pussyhole. Tammy gasped as the lips touched her cunt, then the sound trailed off into a moan as she tensed for a moment, and then spread her legs wider, and then went completely limp.
Dawn closed her eyes and let herself drift away into a state of beautiful physical pleasure, of which she had had so much lately. She applied herself wholeheartedly to the licking and tonguing of Tammy's virgin cunt, savoring its syrupy-sweet cum juices and slowly becoming oblivious to all else.
Whether or not Glen knew, or cared, what his sensuous mistress was doing to the little brunette, he gave no indication. Like the young redhead he and Warren had just cunt and asshole fucked to cumming, he concentrated fully on one thing, sucking Tammy's hugely billowing young tits, thrilled with her animated response.
At first, he was not certain whose hand he felt on his painfully jerking cock. It was not until the hand lifted it carefully that he recognized the salesgirl's soft and now sure touch. He was positive that the cleaning girl, Tammy, in her innocence could not know how to stroke a cock with such effect, causing searing flames of lust to race faster and faster through the length of his prick with each knowing stroke of her hand.
As she lewdly continued to touch Glen's cock with her right hand, Dawn slipped her left hand beneath the softly trembling cheeks of Tammy's ass to cup and squeeze them eagerly. Her lips glued in undeniable passion to Tammy's darkly furred pussy, she sucked with a relentless ardor, striking now and then at the girl's tiny swollen clit like a stab of forked lightning. Then she began shaking her head from side to side, making her long flaming hair swish tantalizingly across Tammy's thighs, hiding her lewd caresses like a curtain.
Tammy had begun to rock and shiver so uncontrollably on the couch that Dawn had all she could do to keep her mouth buried in the girl's tightly gripping pussy. The young girl was babbling incoherently, the hotly sucking mouth on her tits and the one sucking and lapping deep into the depths of her pussy threatening to drive her out of her mind. So violently was she squirming and thrusting herself up and down on the cushions that Dawn knew the girl's cum could not be far off. Tammy was half-sobbing, gasping for breath, her eyes open, staring up sightlessly at the ceiling. Dawn changed her attack and moved her tongue upward, licking insistently on the button of her heavily pulsing clit. Tammy's entire body tensed as if summoning the last ounce of strength in an attempt to sustain her lewd feelings, and then with a wail, her cunt erupted, gushing its hotly scalding pussy juices into Dawn's obscenely sucking mouth. It flooded the redhead's mouth and flowed lewdly down her throat, forcing her to swallow even as her tongue continued its wild, wanton fucking deep into the hungrily quivering pussy flesh.
"Ooooohhhhhh, oh ... God ... oh, I'm cumming!" Tammy moaned, the ecstasy almost too much to bear.
And even while the sensual convulsions were still racking Tammy's body, Dawn yanked on Glen's hugely throbbing cock, pulling him toward the cleaning girl's wide-splayed thighs. "Fuck her," Dawn panted, wild-eyed. "Fuck her before her cunt cools off."
Wild shock showed in Tammy's big eyes. "No ... no, please no! I don't want you to fuck me!"
She clenched her quivering legs together and began crawling backward away from the two of them along the sofa.
"You little dear," Dawn groaned out, her eyes glazed with passion. "You're denying yourself the best part."
Tammy continued to pull away. "No ..."
Dawn shifted her gaze from Tammy to the thickly jerking head of Glen's cock. Crazed now with wanting, Dawn could not resist the temptation of dipping her head forward, licking her boss's heavily pulsing prick, then taking it into her mouth and sucking on it avidly. But she did not want to make him cum that way. With method to her madness, Dawn threw herself down on her back on the deep-carpeted office floor, splayed her shapely legs and presented her wantonly hungering cunt to him.
"Show her, Glen," she breathed, looking up at him. "Remind her how beautiful it can be. Fuck me again while she watches."
Glen had reached the point where his cock was throbbing so heavily that it did not much matter whose cunt he screwed. He just wanted to get it into a pussy and fuck it until all of his hotly scalding cum juices flooded into it. Without any more persuasion, he slid from the sofa and knelt up between Dawn's lewdly parted thighs. With her holding her pussylips spread apart with her fingertips, he fucked forward and drove his huge prick deep up into her hungrily devouring cunt.
Dawn threw back her head and closed her eyes in ecstasy as he fucked his cock deep into her pussy. Delicious mewls of pleasure escaped her lips and she rubbed the cum-slick insides of her thighs against his hips and, reaching behind him, grasped his pounding asscheeks to help him fuck ever deeper into her.
In shock at another obscene spectacle taking place on the floor in front of her, Tammy grabbed up her rumpled panties and held them in front of her nakedly trembling body as she half-sat, half-lay on the sofa, watching them fuck as if she could not wholly believe what her eyes were witnessing. The fear and awe and incredulity with which she beheld the store manager and the redheaded salesgirl slowly began turning to fascination and curiosity as she watched their sensual gyrations and listened to the moans they emitted, together with the loud wet sucking noises Glen's cock made fucking in and out of Dawn's hungrily gripping pussy. Tammy could feel her own naked body growing eager to be fucked by his cock, but her prim mind kept rejecting it.
A low groan of savage desire suddenly poured from Dawn's throat as her knees gripped Glen's sides and she raised her hips, ramming her pelvis up against his. She held there, twisting and grinding until she felt Glen's hugely pulsing cock expand and grow within the tightly gripping walls of her pussy, his heavily throbbing cock now fucking deep into her belly. She matched his lewd motion, her hands still clutching his naked asscheeks, moaning and groaning like a she-animal in heat, the slicky wet fucking sound of his cock growing louder and wilder in the silent office.
Eyes clenched tightly, head back, teeth bared, Dawn came, one cum following another, until she lost count, each one causing wild sensations of lustful abandon to churn and swim inside her cock-filled belly. Each one was seemingly more intense than the one it followed, until suddenly everything became just too much for her to bear. Deliberately, she tightened her hot juicy cunt walls against the deeply fucking prick.
A deep, wild animal groan suddenly roared in his chest, his muscular body stiffened as his cock fucked deep, deep into her pussy and then exploded. Dawn thrilled as she felt wave after wave of his hotly jetting juice filling her belly to the bursting point. She gritted her teeth together and dug her fingernails cruelly into his ass, holding him tight against her and milking every spurt of cum out of him with her greedily milking cunt walls.
"Aaahhhhhhhggggghhhh," she screamed. Dawn waited until she felt Glen's cock grow limp and her own enjoyment begin to fade. Then as Glen's prick pulled out of her satiated pussy with a lewd wet popping sound, she turned her head and looked up at Tammy still seated on the edge of the sofa.
"Now you, darling," Dawn said to the aghast cleaning girl.
Fear swept the fascination from Tammy's blue eyes. "No ..."
Still filled with voluptuous feelings and determined that the dark-haired girl should be fucked, Dawn insisted in a firm voice, "I said yes!"
Tammy shook her head violently. "No ..."
She started to run for the washroom, her white panties held in front of her, but Dawn was an agile woman and threw her body in a stretched line toward the fleeing girl, grasping one bare ankle. The next moment Tammy was on the office floor with Dawn pinioning her slight shoulders to the deep pile carpet. Dawn could not help but wonder if Tammy was fighting to get away quite as strenuously or sincerely as she might have, as the redheaded salesgirl turned her head to look at Glen. "She's all yours, Glen. Fuck her."
"No," Tammy screamed. "If you do, I swear I'll report you to the police."
Still on his knees on the floor, Glen looked down at the wetly inviting pussy slit between the cleaning girl's thrashing legs. There was no question in his mind that he wanted to screw the little brunette.
"I'd love to, but I don't know whether this old cock can," he murmured as he looked down at his cock in semi-repose.
"Of course it can," Dawn said, for she knew his cock's recuperative powers and so did he. He only said he couldn't to tease the little cleaning girl. She knew the girl was scared--she'd been scared when the Sheik had fucked her too, but look at her now. She didn't think she would ever stop needing cock!
Suddenly, Dawn knelt astride the girl, and reached up to clasp Glen's already huge cock, and then brought it forward to the wetly glistening lips of the young girl's pussy. There he lingered with the head of his huge cock poised right over her never-fucked, cunt opening for what seemed an eternal moment, waiting to begin its cruel battering work.
"What are you waiting for?" she goaded. "Do it! Fuck your cock into her pussy!"
It was the signal Glen was waiting for to begin addressing a slow relentless pressure to Tammy's virginal cunt. As Dawn remembered the pain that had seared and then soothed and then stimulated her to heights of ecstasy and a different world, Tammy gasped, squirmed, and tried to retreat from Glen's slowly worming cock. But Dawn was prepared for this reaction and held the cleaning girl down forcefully.
"No, no, Glen, stop! Oh God, stop!" the nakedly pinioned brunette screamed as his cock fucked ever deeper into her virgin cunt.
Glen groaned as he felt the almost audible implosion of Tammy's cherry pop sensuously against the head of his prick.
"Noooooooooo!" she wailed as the fragile tissue of her maidenhood was ripped asunder before Glen's hugely fucking cock.
Tammy sobbed piteously, rolling her hips and pushing up her captors with her hands, trying to fight them both off at once. "Please, Glen, stop it! You're hurting me!" As the pain diminished and it was becoming harder to be convincing, her cries subsided as Glen fucked into her cunt again. Glen kept pushing deep into her pussy, her wild writhing beneath him only adding to his desire to fuck her completely. It was with a feeling of wet lust that his cock was finally sunk to the hilt in her virginal cunt and her fear-crazed struggling ceased.
Dawn took one look at the rapture written in the cleaning girl's eyes and face, and she knew it was no longer necessary to hold her down. She got off Tammy and moved to one side away from her. To Glen she whispered, "She's hot to fuck now, just like I was."
He leaned forward and put his lips to Tammy's and kissed her. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he apologized.
He began moving slowly against her, his thickly throbbing cock fucking in and out of her still tight little pussy that squeezed like a fist around his prick. Then after a second, Tammy's hot cunt began to flow again, and her body relaxed. Gradually the agony in her wide-stretched pussy faded and in its place came the most exquisite feeling of pure rapture she'd ever had.
No longer was Tammy lying still. No longer did she keep her face turned away. Instead she looked up at Glen and held his gaze as she began moving with him, slowly at first, then faster and faster as his huge cunt-splitting prick fucked rapidly in and out between her openly trembling legs, disappearing completely into her pussy, his cum-laden balls slapping lewdly against her whitely trembling asscheeks.
Dawn watched as the young girl's whole tender white body became alive with uncontrollable passion, no longer offering even token resistance. After moments of squirming around on the rug beneath Glen, Tammy arched her back and began grinding her hips up and down in a sexual frenzy as he kept fucking in and out of her hotly throbbing pussy.
As if to get even with her for all the threats she had made to him, Glen withdrew his heavily pulsing cock and held it poised tantalizingly just at the entrance to her quivering cuntlips. He grinned at the dark-haired girl as he felt her pussylips clasp greedily around his prick. This was the girl who'd said she didn't want it. How right Dawn had been, he thought. He could feel the muscles of her whole body tightening, gasps of frustration pouring from deep in her throat as she looked up at him pleadingly.
Nothing mattered to Tammy right now except getting that exquisite length of pussy-stretching cock fucking deep back up inside her eager cunt again. She was desperate for it, desperate to know what it was like to have it explode all through her inexperienced young belly. Never in her life had she dreamed she could find such exquisite pleasure. Her whole body twitched with lewd anticipation as she saw him close in on her, felt the hugely throbbing shaft of his cock parting her pussylips again.
Glen was unable to control the shudders of pleasure rippling up and down his spine as he fucked his cock deep into her wide-stretched cunt, her hot juicy pussy walls closing tightly around him. He rested there a moment, then fucked deep into Tammy's belly and held there, as out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Dawn sitting beside him.
He pulled halfway out of the cleaning girl's hungrily devouring cunt, then fucked forward again until he was once more buried to the hilt in her wetly clasping pussy. His ass flexed and hollowed as he began screwing in and out, faster and faster, his cock creating lewd sucking sounds in her tightly gripping pussy.
Tammy's full-lipped mouth hung half-open for him to kiss her again as her belly bucked and churned in a tempo of animal lust.
"Ooohhhhhhhh," she breathed as her legs instinctively began climbing, her ankles sliding on the backs of his legs, her hips pounding up at him as if she had been fucking all her born days. She caught her breath. "Ohhhh, Glen, I feel funny ... all crazy ... I think ... I think I'm going to cum! Oooohhhhhhhhhh!"
Her voluptuous body shuddered in pleasure, as she jerked and gyrated her cunt against him, trying to swallow up every inch of his deeply fucking cock.
Suddenly, she came! From somewhere deep inside her, her cum juices burst around his thickly pulsing cock, pouring down the sides of her thighs, her cuntlips opening and closing and throbbing with an insane rhythm.
"Oooohhhh, now. Now!" she cried out not quite certain what it would be like when it happened. "Oh, I'm cumming!"
"Aaaaaahhhhgggghhhh ... oooohhhhhhhhh!" she screamed as though her very soul were being wrenched from her body.

Chapter 7
The black-haired cleaning girl, Tammy Anderson, had had a lot of thinking to do in the last few days. She'd had a lot of revising to do about a lot of things, herself included, ever since that night at the office when she'd spied the two men fucking the hell out of the redhead, and she'd gotten so hot she'd even had to finger her own little pussy with her fingers. That was all right, though, because she fingered herself a lot of times. What had bothered her had been what had happened afterwards, when the redhead had found her there in the washroom, noticed her own pussy juices dried and caked on the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Then she joined in on the wild orgy and had been fucked in the pussy by the store manager's cock and sucked by the beautiful redhead's ruby lips. It had been great; though at first she'd been scared and it had hurt, soon it had been great and her behavior had become as salacious as that of the rest of them. That was what she had to think about.
She had always considered herself a conservative thinker and her life had so far proven this out. But then, suddenly, a few nights ago, what she had thought she was--she wasn't. She had fucked those people as though she'd been fucking all her life, and ever since she hadn't been able to get screwing out of her mind. It was so bad now, that though she was trying desperately to control herself, she was looking at everything that even remotely resembled a cock and thinking of it in terms of how it would be to have it fucking deep into her hot little cunt. It had to stop; she was going to make it stop. That's why she was going to the dinner party that Glen Cooper was throwing tonight. To prove to herself that she could withstand the pressure from her pussy and not give in to the first cock that came along.
Glen had said it would be small, only he and Dawn Peters. Maybe later another man would be coming along. But it was really just going to be a nice quiet dinner with some swimming and lazing around the pool. She was looking forward to it. She just hoped it didn't turn out to be more than she could handle.
With that in mind, she had decided to go.
* * *
And so now here she was lounging by Glen's pool, drinking wine and looking out at the late afternoon sun as it slowly sank toward the horizon out beyond the city. She could see, too, the lithe, bathing suit-clad figures of her handsome first floor supervisor, Warren Mathieson, and the lingerie salesgirl as they playfully clambered in and out of the swimming pool in Glen's backyard, tossing a large beach ball back and forth between them. Dawn's huge titties danced and swayed across her chest as she jumped and ran and dove into the pool while the muscles beneath Mathieson's skin rippled sensuously with every movement he made. Beside the pool, on a towel on the grass, lay the nearly naked figure of the store manager, Glen Cooper, who every so often turned his gaze toward Tammy Anderson.
She had not been really sure she was going to come to the swimming dinner party until the last minute. After all, she was only the cleaning girl and these people were the store big shots. But Dawn had persisted, finally persuading her that nothing sexual would happen, all they wanted was to thank her and show her that they liked her.
And so Tammy finally relented. In any case, she thought, a relaxing evening would be a welcome break from the thoughts she had forced upon herself since that night in the office when she had been so wildly fucked. Even if she had succumbed to their seductive allure once before, it didn't necessarily mean that she would succumb again. Not if she was careful.
Her eyes now locked on the strong, muscular back of Warren Mathieson as she watched him seize the ball from the pool side and toss it playfully toward Glen's outstretched body. He caught it easily and tossed it backwards toward Dawn, who stood, waist-high in cobalt blue water, at the shallow end of the pool. The ball smacked against the shimmering water and rebounded into Dawn's tits, clasped tightly, almost overflowing, beneath her lowcut bikini bra, making the sensuously rounded orbs jostle and bounce provocatively. Yes, she had made a dreadful mistake with them that night when she had allowed her passions to overrule her reason ... and yet, hadn't it been a good thing after all? Hadn't that experience taught her how sublimely satisfying truly uninhibited sex can be? But it had also destroyed all her moral beliefs until that time.
Now Dawn was floating on her back away from the shallow end of the pool, her long auburn hair framing her face on the surface of the water like a dark wave. Her huge tits jutted out of the water like twin mountain peaks as she slid back using her arms to paddle by her sides and Tammy couldn't help but be awed by her beautiful, lissome body. She seemed to radiate the very thing that Tammy was trying to get away from, the need to be fucked, and good! Dawn had found out about and had been able to come to terms with those animal lusts, and thereby could live with the sensations of her own pure sensuality; and she lived only to fulfill its demands.
Warren splashed out of the swimming pool and came to sit down beside the now reclining figure of Tammy Anderson. God, what a woman! What I wouldn't do to get my cock inside her cunt. I left too early the other night. Dawn and Glen said she was one wild fuck. Maybe tonight. It could be just as good. Her defenses are down ... and I know Glen and Dawn won't mind if I fuck her ... hell, they probably planned it anyway.
Warren lay back on his side, propping his body on his elbow, and carefully studied the smoothly curved contours of Tammy's voluptuously prone body, his eyes traveling from the whitely billowing mounds of her tits down along the curve of her tiny waist and out again along the sweeping lines of her hips and thighs. The long tapering columns of her legs were spread ever so slightly apart and Warren could see the smooth, velvety skin of her creamy inner thighs and the few wisps of darkly curling pussyhairs that escaped from the tight elastic legband of her brief bikini.
Suddenly, Dawn splashed out of the water and she, with Glen, came to lie on the grass next to Tammy and Warren. The three had agreed before to somehow get Tammy between them, where she couldn't escape, either out here or in the house later, so that they could once again arouse her to the point where she would helplessly succumb to her own natural, excited desires. So Glen lay down beside her and Dawn next to Warren, so that Tammy Anderson found herself wedged between the two wet male bodies.
The young cleaning girl suddenly began to feel trapped. But, not wanting to make a disturbance in an otherwise pleasant afternoon's fun, she tried to stay immobile, resting there half on her side, half on her back. Besides, she had consumed enough wine by then to fog her mind, to relax her inhibitions, to make her feel that whatever might happen wouldn't really matter anyway, after the other night. Her eyes then involuntarily fell on Glen Cooper's deeply tanned handsome face, and then she saw Dawn pressed tightly against Warren, her fingers running teasingly along the taut skin of his thighs. The salesgirl's obvious desire made Tammy recall how she herself had opened her legs wide to Glen Cooper only a few days before, and now, he was looking at her that way again! Glen was there beside her with that same lecherously lewd gleam in his eye.
"Damn, but you are some fine hunk of woman," Glen whispered and Tammy felt herself jerk uncontrollably backward into Warren's ass. "Hey," he continued, noting her reaction, "relax, I'm not gonna hurt you." And then, lowering his voice still further, he said, "I didn't hurt you the other night, did I? No, the other night my cock made your pussy feel real good, didn't it?" The young cleaning girl now felt Warren's asscheeks push back against her own cushiony ass mounds, and she stiffened, knowing what he and Dawn must be doing behind her.
Tammy stiffened again when she felt Glen's eager hands reach out to brush through her flowing black hair that now appeared to be a shimmering black-gold in the late afternoon sun. Then he thrust his lips against her mouth and kissed her hard.
The young cleaning girl instinctively pulled away, crying softly so as not to reveal her situation to Warren and Dawn immediately behind her. "N-no. Not again," she protested weakly. "Warren and Dawn are here ... and ... and can see us."
"Believe me, they don't care even if they do," he assured her, laughing softly. Then he lowered his head once more to press his wet lips against hers, fixing his powerfully thick fingers on the smoothly curving flesh of her waist.
The touch of his lips on her mouth sent an involuntary but distinct shock through Tammy's half naked body, and she shuddered, trying as best she could not to allow herself to become aroused by this seductively evil man, trying as best she could to control the spasms tremoring through her body as his tongue fucked into her mouth, warmly sliding in between her teeth. She could feel Warren's naked back press against her back as his hands worked hungrily over the whitely trembling tits of the voluptuous salesgirl. The young cleaning girl tried to squirm and wriggle away from the provocative kiss of the store manager, but she was helplessly entrapped between their two bodies, and now Glen had reached around to clasp a firm hand on her waist, pulling her even closer to his hotly pulsing loins.
She had succumbed to her desires before, she recalled telling herself, but that didn't mean she would have to succumb to them again. But her senses took a little longer to coordinate their defense than they normally would because of the wine she had consumed, and when Glen now pressed his anxious hands to the whitely quivering mounds of her tits, she didn't protest and she didn't pull away. She merely strained backwards away from Glen and into Warren's back.
"Listen," Glen hissed, "if you don't want the others to know, then keep still and quiet, for Christ's sake."
Of course, by that time, the others were much too involved in their own pleasure to give a damn about Tammy's problems. The redheaded Dawn Peters, her face pressed into her floor supervisor's neck and her hands now luxuriously sliding down his belly to the waist-band of his tight-fitting swimsuit, had his mind and body completely occupied. Warren, his cock jerking wildly to be free, let his hands push beneath the skimpy cups of her bra and he squeezed lustfully at the softly quivering flesh of Dawn's voluptuously rounded tits. Instantly he felt her cherry-bud nipples surge into vibrant erection beneath his kneading fingers and he could hear her breath growing ragged with unquenchable lust. He didn't notice the dark-haired girl beside him, had almost, in fact, forgotten that she was there at all, or that anyone else was there either, for that matter. His own seduction of the beautiful salesgirl blinded him to the seduction of the young cleaning girl he had dreamed of fucking only minutes before.
No, Warren felt nothing but Dawn's delicate hand drifting provocatively over the top of his bathing suit and his body lurched forward, his cock jerking hotly up into her expert fingers as they squeezed ever so gently at the underside of his cock beneath the skin-tight nylon fabric of his swimsuit. He didn't give the least thought to Tammy or Glen or anyone else as he reached down to hold Dawn's hand in his own, pushing the top of his bathing suit down so that her tremulous fingers touched the tip of his heavily throbbing prick beneath the pushed aside material. His subordinate's hand now lighted on the massiveness of his still growing hardness, squeezing tenderly and tentatively at first, then exploring the full elongated length of it and tracing with maddeningly light fingers the slightly upraised webbing of veins that pulsated at her prurient touch.
"Oh ... oohhhhhhhh, yessssss," he whispered, with hoarse desire rasping in his voice. "Yes, touch my cock, stroke it, touch it," he continued, his passion-crazed voice flying into Tammy's ears as she still struggled silently to extricate herself from the lust-incited clutches of Glen Cooper, whose hands now searched hotly between the creamy smooth skin of her thighs.
"Oh Yes," Warren's voice droned on, "touch my cock, touch me, squeeze me, wrap your fingers around it. Yes, just like that ... ooooooooo!" Warren's ass now pushed back firmly against Tammy's own softly grinding asscheeks clad in the brief bikini. Warren's grinding loins were as disturbing to the young cleaning girl as Glen's unwanted caresses and so she pulled her body forward to escape, inadvertently pushing her hardened nipples into Glen's naked chest.
Again, the terrible realization that she was trapped helplessly between the two men rushed over her tortured mind and sent a shudder of impending doom through her. She could hear Warren's gasps of passion growing louder, mingled of course with the same gasping moans coming from his heatedly excited young salesgirl. Meanwhile, Glen's obscenely searching hands had reached up from their exploration of her creamy thighs to cup over both her hugely trembling titties and for a brief moment she once again considered trying to escape from the salacious trio. But it was no use. She was hopelessly wedged between Warren and Glen, and when she cocked her head to the side, she glimpsed Warren's bathing suit pulled down now to his knees and the heavily throbbing length of his massive cock lying nestled in the firm grasp of Dawn Peters, the redheaded salesgirl. She could see his fingers and hands, which had already pushed her skimpy bikini bra back up around her throat, now massaging the sensuously throbbing mounds of Dawn's tits just as Glen was doing to hers now.
Tammy's voluptuously rounded tits gently rose and fell on her rapidly heaving chest now and quivered violently in involuntary response to Glen's softly playing fingers. Slowly Tammy began to relax and enjoy the tremoring sensations of aroused desire that swept through her loins like wildfire. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her hips began swaying in a sensuous rhythm against Glen Cooper's eagerly heated loins.
The handsome store manager circled his expert thumbs around the tops of her dark berry-like nipples, sending wisps of static electric fire coursing over and inside her naked belly and thighs. Yes, she liked what he was doing to her now, enjoyed the growing rapture that was streaming through her veins although she knew in the back of her mind that the passionate groans beside her, plus the wine she had enjoyed earlier, had a lot to do with her irresistible arousal. She knew, too, that this surging need for cock was not directed at this particular person, Glen Cooper, but at any man whose huge hot cock could fulfill the aching void in her lust-wet cunt. The aroused young cleaning girl recalled how Dawn had licked her pussy before and how her own body had reacted with unrequited lust in return. And now she began to imagine that it was Dawn Peters and not Glen beside her, that Warren's hands were hotly massaging her softly quaking titties, that Dawn would plunge her hot, wet tongue deep into her hungry belly.
God, Tammy, stop it! You can't go on letting yourself get completely carried away like this. You're not a lesbian or a nympho; you just need fucking!
Glen Cooper now ground his face down into the hollow of Tammy's long, statuesque neck as his hands continued to fondle and tease at the voluptuously luscious mounds of her tits.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuuuggghhhhh!" she cried, now given up completely to the tremors of excited pleasure that shook her near naked, trembling young body at the searing touch of his wet tongue and the teasing caresses of his greedy hands.
Warren now suddenly realized what was happening behind him and turned briefly to see for himself. What he saw was the dark-haired cleaning girl writhing in the arms of the store manager, Glen Cooper. He saw her movement from the rear, but he could well imagine what was taking place beyond his line of vision. His cock now jerked painfully at the lust-provoking vision of the young cleaning girl rocking passionately in the embrace of the handsome Glen Cooper. His own hand now traveled down from the beautiful young salesgirl's luscious tits until they rested just above the elastic waistband of her low-slung bikini. Then slowly, with the gentle tenderness of a loving lover, he slid his hand beneath the tight elastic strip and felt Dawn's nearly naked body quiver and tremble as his finger wormed down until it grazed tantalizingly against the soft bush of her redly curling pussyhairs just above the cum-slick entrance to her cunt. Her hand now began jerking rapidly in response around his thickly pulsing cock pulling the resilient flap of foreskin back and forth and then gripping spasmodically as Warren's probing finger found the hotly throbbing bud of her supersensitive clit.
"Oooooooooaaaaaaawwwwwwww," Dawn cried, undulating her loins now over and around the teasingly searching finger. "Oh, yes. God, yes, Warren! Oh, my lover, don't stop. Oh, keep rubbing my clit, keep rubbing. Aaaaaaaa!"
While Warren Mathieson was busily exploring the cum-slippery slit between Dawn's wantonly spread thighs, Glen Cooper had continued to caress and fondle Tammy's now throbbing tits, he too tracing his hand in a provocative path down from her huge tits to the flat naked plane of her belly. The wickedly aroused young cleaning girl could feel her entire cunt flowing beneath her tight-fitting bikini panties, his finger probing obscenely at her erectly throbbing clit just as Warren's fingers had done to Dawn only moments before.
My God. First, Warren fingered Dawn's clit, and now Glen's fingering mine. God, what is happening here? What are we doing like this, together, shamelessly enjoying their fingers in our pussies? It's just like the other night at the office when I got fucked.
Tammy's mind reeled as she heard the soft swoosh of Dawn's bikini panties coming off over her eagerly squirming asscheeks, and now as she cocked her head backward she could see the reddish forest of Dawn's pussy bush barely covering the wet hair-rimmed lips of her anxiously pulsating cunt which was still being explored by Warren's probing fingers. The image created a new tidal wave of unquenchable lust that flooded through her body, and she wanted to feel Glen's fingers massaging her softly gripping cuntlips just as Warren's were doing to Dawn. Her hips ground up at his hand as her mouth opened to exclaim, "Oh, Glen. Yes, Glen. Touch my pussy ... rub against my pussy-hairs ... stick your finger up my cunt. All of it; I want all of it!"
Warren heard the young cleaning girl's passionate pleading and the lust-crazed urgency in her voice only fueled his own fire to greater heights. He lodged his knees on either side of the salesgirl's shuddering widespread thighs and squeezed his obscenely poised asscheeks in lust-impassioned encouragement.
"God, Warren, fuck your prick inside me. Oh, I want it so much! Warren, give me your wonderful hard cock" Dawn cried.
Warren Mathieson smiled triumphantly above the sex-crazed young salesgirl. He loved to hear her begging him like that and it was all he could do to keep from fucking his prick gloriously forward and impaling this voluptuous girl immediately on his hotly aching cock, but he held back for a moment to enjoy the pleading, whimpering sounds of the hot-to-fuck young redhead as she was caressed and teased into exploding sexual arousal right there under him. He felt Dawn's eager hands reach between their loins and grasp greedily at the thickly throbbing length of his thundering cock and her tender fingers stroked it with a kind of lewd reverence. He could feel his own poised hardness there, throbbing between her caressing fingers, and the cock juice that oozed from the lust-inflamed head lubricated her desperately clasping and unclasping fingers.
Dawn now took the massive dick and guided it gently up the valley of her juicy cunt, not letting go of its hugely pulsing girth until it rested enticingly between the cunt juice-drenched flanges of her steaming pussy. She held its length there with one hand and, with the other on Warren's muscular asscheeks, drew him down on top of her so that his hardened cock slid effortlessly into the lubricated warmth of her greedy cunt.
Beside them, Glen and Tammy were busily working their own erotic pleasure as Tammy once again cocked her head to witness the pussy-exciting spectacle there. She could see Warren levered up over the beautiful salesgirl now and watched as Dawn wantonly swirled the huge head of his cock around the splayed-open lips of her quivering little cunt. But soon all of her attention was called back to Glen Cooper, for now his enormously throbbing cock was exposed and his trunks were pulled down around his knees. He began inching up over her trembling belly, while the flat of his hand slid up over the sensuously quivering mounds of her tits that were now as nakedly exposed in all their glory as Dawn's had been exposed by Warren. As he brought his cock up over her naked tits and closer to her face, Tammy squealed, somewhat frightened by what she knew he was going to do next. She'd never sucked cock before, but Dawn had seemed to love it.
Now Glen's eagerly pulsing cockhead was poised just above Tammy's face. He pushed his asscheeks slowly forward toward her head, laying the wet, sticky underside of his hugely throbbing cock between her full, sensuous lips while he held her head tight between his strong hands. He laughed softly as he watched the excitement in her face as she stared at the heavily pulsing hardness above her lips. He placed one thumb then along her moist upper lip and pressed forward slowly, still clutching her head tightly, until his huge cock dropped slightly between Tammy's widespread lips and rested against her bared white teeth.
"C'mon, baby, this is gonna taste good," he wickedly urged her, smiling down at her flushed face. "Open up ... open up and lick it, baby. You'll love it!"
He flexed his hips now slightly back and forth until several moist droplets of his cock juice slipped from the tip and lubricated the mouth that was half-surrounding it.
"Now, doesn't that taste good? Come on, honey, take a big mouthful of old Glen's hot prick!" he urged again, his eyes glazed with lust and desire for this voluptuously curvaceous young girl beneath him.
The sight of his thickly pulsing cock sent a shiver of desire and dread through the young cleaning girl. Oh God, she thought, I've never sucked a man's cock before. How am I going to take all of it in my mouth? Suddenly, she wanted to scream, to jump and run from the house, but she couldn't. The bra of her skimpy bikini bathing suit was lying in a crumpled heap beside them and her panties, like Dawn's, had been pulled down way over her thighs. This was the first time she had ever viewed Glen's cock or any cock at this close quarters and she could actually feel its hotly pulsing tip begging entrance to the hot moist cavern of her mouth. The head alone felt enormous pushing in through her teeth as it was, and then when he began to push more forcefully, more urgently, she thought she would certainly choke around its long, hot thickness. No, there would be no escape now. No escape from the bitter-sweet cock that was slowly fucking into the soft-walled interior of her mouth. Yes, she had wanted his cock a few moments ago, provoked as she had been by the obscene tableau of Warren and Dawn beside her; but she had wanted his pulsing hard cock fucking her cunt, not her mouth! This was something she had never done before, not even with her boyfriend Howie at the drive-in when he had begged her to take his prick between her lips and suck it until it came. No, she hadn't done it for him. But now she knew that she would have to suck Glen Cooper's ... there was no way out!
With the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, Glen pushed her lips back, gently continuing his slow, skewering motion into her suddenly more relaxed mouth. His other hand now roamed over the hotly throbbing flesh of her tits, tweaking the erectly pulsing nipples between his fingers until he could feel them growing into near-bursting hardness in response to his expert teasing. Her eyes were fixed almost fearfully on his face but he knew that before long that expression would change from fear to erotic, ecstatic passion and so he simply crushed the thickly stiffening hardness of his prick through her soft moist lips and on into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Tammy could feel its elongated thickness slithering up the length of her throat, making her feel as if she would choke to death right then and there. Glen, in his uncontrollable lust-incited state, began to slowly screw his cock up and down so that its heatedly throbbing length slid, in and out of her tightly ovalled lips with an easy, rhythmic tempo. While the young cleaning girl tasted her first cock, Glen continued his slow rhythmic in and out movements into it, always leaving a small section of the head just up inside her hotly moistened lips.
Tammy lay gazing up at the glistening length of his impaling cock where it stood out from the thick, dense grove of his pubic hair, and it jerked obscenely within the cock-filled circle of her lips. It tasted so ... strange ... so good! To her side, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Warren Mathieson moving in a slowly gyrating rhythm over Dawn's nakedly spread body.
"Come on, suck it, Tammy. Suck the hell out of it. Suck, baby, suck, I tell you," Glen commanded above her.
Well, why not ... the sooner I start, the sooner it will be over, rippled hotly through her passion-dimmed mind.
Now the young cleaning girl's lips began to nibble at Glen Cooper's warmly throbbing cock. It seemed absurd to her, even unreal, like some fantasy that had suddenly come to life before she had had a chance to stop it. It was almost as if she had wakened in the middle of a dream only to find that she hadn't been dreaming after all, that all of the lewd, erotically stimulating events of the dream had actually occurred. Here she was, lying on the soft grass in her boss's backyard, helplessly trapped between his naked body and that of the floor supervisor, with Glen's aching cock slipping and sliding into the warm, slicky, cuntlike confines of her mouth. Oh, but it is so exciting! she thought as she began choking and sputtering, until the unnatural invasion began to feel less and less alien and she began to grow accustomed to its thickly throbbing presence. His cum-filled balls slapped lewdly now against her chin as he continued his slow teasing thrusts into her wetly ovalled lips.
Beside them, Warren could feel his burning cock juices churning in his balls, and he could feel, too, the steadily building pressure that would bring him soon to his own mind-rupturing cum as he plunged hard, almost cruel thrusts up into Dawn's hungrily clasping cunt. She squirmed her smoothly curved asscheeks into the soft grass below and swung her bare feet up over the backs of his knees, groaning with sublime rapture all the while. The swishing sound of his lewd male hardness sluicing wetly up into her steaming, seething cunt reverberated in his ears as he clenched his hands around her wildly pumping ass, squeezing the softly smooth flesh until it oozed between his grasping fingers. While he stroked, his lust-glazed eyes slowly focused on the form of the erotically writhing cleaning girl whose widely ovalled lips were being fucked like a small hairless cunt by Glen's obscenely plunging cock. He was beyond caring why or how Tammy had come to be in that position, but the obscene nature of her situation impelled his own lust and all he thought of now was his own carnal satisfaction.
Warren continued to stare down at the wanton young brunette, watching her voluptuous huge-titted body and her bobbing head with her dark hair carelessly scattered on the ground behind her, and he smiled as he saw Glen's enormously bloated cock disappearing into the eagerly clasping lips. In response, he fucked even harder into Dawn, into the softness of her hotly gripping pussy, pretending in an abstract fashion that he was really screwing into both women at once, into Dawn and the naked young cleaning girl at the same time.
And then, suddenly, he felt Dawn's body spasm and jerk around his deeply fucking cock and he knew that the impact of her own spiraling cum was finally bursting through her loins and into her nakedly bouncing tits. Her body convulsed as the shudder of her own lust shivered through it, rocking her nakedly wriggling asscheeks and sending a chill of sublime rapture through it, travelling from the flowing depths of her own cunt up along her belly and past her tremulously quaking tits and back to her fevered pussy. At the same time the wet licking sounds of lips and tongue working over the palpitating hot length of Glen's mouthfucking prick excited Warren beyond the point of endurance and, as the find shudders of Dawn's cum rippled through her trembling body, he quickly withdrew from her and lurched against Tammy's side.
Warren Mathieson now angled an elbow against Glen Cooper who straddled Tammy's warmly sucking mouth. Tammy, meanwhile, turned her head to the side as best she could manage with the thickly pulsing hardness still captured between her lusting lips and was vaguely aware now of Warren's eagerly anxious hands kneading at the hotly quivering flesh of her huge tits while he grasped his cock and circled it warmly over her writhing pussy. Then Tammy saw him, saw Warren Mathieson there by her nakedly spread pussy and as he slowly, erotically spread her smooth white thighs apart, she felt a rush of cool air around the hotly pulsing lips of her cunt ... oh God, this was what she wanted! This was what her lust-crazed mind had been dreaming about. And now, at last, it was going to happen. Yes, Warren Mathieson was going to fuck into her hotly hungering cunt, just like Glen Cooper had the other night. Yes, what rapturous joy to have his strong hands on her insanely quivering titties, squeezing her nipples until they stood out straight and proud against his fondling hands. Yes, yes, her hot little pussy was going to be fucked and fucked good!

Chapter 8
"Oooohhh ... ooohhhhuuuppphhh," Tammy squealed, lost in the sublime delirium of being simultaneously fucked in her wetly ovalled mouth by the store manager and in her hotly seeping cunt by Warren Mathieson. She groaned and ground her voluptuously curved asscheeks in a frantically rotating motion in an ecstatic welcome to the long, thickly pulsing hardness that she so craved in her desperately yearning pussy.
Warren flexed the huge head of his cock against her hotly twitching cuntlips, then thrust gently forward a quarter of an inch into the young brunette's lust-moistened cunt. Then he began a slow teasing fucking motion with his pelvis, his hands picking up the same lazy rhythm as they hungrily fingered the pinkly erect tips of her quivering nipples. He ground his cock tightly up into her nakedly splayed loins, expanding the still cringing but hotly receptive walls of her cum-slick pussy until it fit snugly and warmly up inside the tightly clinging flesh.
With those first few impaling fucks, Tammy's passion began to grow to a new fever pitch and she began sucking voraciously at Glen Cooper's heavily pulsing cock, using her mouth as though it were another greedily clasping cunt, and enjoying the sensations rippling through her writhing body in response to the feel of the prick touching all the way back against her tonsils as its full, rigid length pressured hotly through her tightly ovalled lips and rammed against the back of her throat
Oh yes, he does taste good. Oh, I love sucking cock like this--oh, my God, what sublime pleasure I've been missing all this time! The realization of her own depraved debauchery drove her on to further lust-propelled heights of ecstatic rapture as again and again Glen's thickly throbbing length disappeared between her lewdly rounded lips and sank into the back of her throat so that his hairy, cum-laden balls slapped obscenely against her chin. She struggled to breathe now around the plunging girth of his cock, catching but small hungry gasps on each outstroke.
"Oooooooooooaaaaaawwwwwwwwww," she managed to moan around the lustily impaling instrument as her body was buffeted back against the softly tickling grass, Warren Mathieson's thick cock now fucking wetly into her hungrily clinging cunt while his balls smacked obscenely against the wetly upturned crevice of her ass. The mental image of her body being buffeted back against the grass by the twin plunging cocks of the two men incited her more than she had ever dreamed possible, and the hungry churning in her belly was raging now beyond control. Her softly rounded asscheeks undulated in tiny, lust-driven circles as she squeezed as hard as she could with her tightly clenching cunt muscles at Warren's cock fucking up into her wetly straining cunt. She wanted more than anything else in the world to milk him dry, to squeeze every last ounce of his precious, scalding cum right out of his madly plunging prick until his hot sticky juices ran down the warm flesh of her quivering thighs and puddled onto the grass below. Yes, she wanted to bathe in it, wallow in its scalding hot wetness. Meanwhile, she sucked like a crazed, dazed animal at the cock fucking into her mouth and filling it with hard, pistoning, virile cock-thrusts.
No, she had never tasted a cock before--but now that she knew how good it was, she knew it wouldn't be long before she tasted the bittersweet flavor of one again. Her tongue licked rapaciously, greedily hungry, flicking against the cum-seeping head, and at the same time she drew her legs back and up and locked them high around Warren's back in wide-splayed welcome to his rhythmically fucking cock.
Off to one side, Dawn had been watching this crazed, lust-incited spectacle with wide, bulging eyes, not believing that the timid little cleaning girl was being simultaneously fucked in her mouth and cunt by the two men, and that she was actually enjoying it. As she watched the outrageous tableau, as her eyes fixed upon those two deeply screwing cocks glistening with the wetness of Tammy's lust, her own hands began to fondle and caress her voluptuously trembling tits, teasing and tweaking at the rose-hued nipples until they danced into throbbing erection.
Around and around her own nakedly throbbing tits Dawn's hands played as her eyes followed every lewd movement, every writhing undulation of the salaciously fucking trio before her. Now one hand traveled down along her churning belly to the wetly seeping folds of her pinkly glimmering cunt, and it wasn't long before one outstretched finger and then two found the soft, hair-lined lips of her fire-filled cunt. Both fingers plunged deep up into the flaming depths as she matched her own ecstatic finger-fucks into her nakedly spread pussy with the nakedly writhing rhythm of the trio double-fucking on the grass beside her. She was too busy, of course, as were the others, to notice the figure creeping forward from the shadow of the house.
Glen Cooper's gardener, Roy Harper, came every Friday evening to water the lawns. Because of the intensity of the Texas sunshine, there was really no other time for watering unless one wanted to burn the hell out of the grass.
When he had first pulled his truck up in the driveway, he had thought that Mr. Cooper was having some kind of party or something, because there were so many cars, but then he had noticed that no lights were on in the house, so he thought perhaps they had all gone out for dinner. But then again there was smoke coming from the barbecue out back. Now, he thought, they must be around somewhere. Perhaps in the back yard. Yes, that's it, they've probably just decided to take an early evening dip in the pool before eating supper. After all, he said to himself, wiping his sleeve across his forehead, it is hot as hell today; it would be a real good day for a swim.
He had first seen the three copulating figures and the nakedly self-fucking figure beside them over the back fence. His eyes had nearly bulged out of his head and his cock had leapt into vibrantly throbbing life beneath his pants as he watched in crazed fascination. His hands gripped the hose he had picked up so tightly that the knuckles turned white, and his breath began to come in panting spurts almost right away, his disbelief and shocked amazement keeping him locked in that position for several moments.
At last, he tore himself away and walked slowly through the gate, and it was then that he heard the little dark-haired girl's voice mewling in utterly wild abandon, "Oooooooooowwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaooooooowwww!" from around Glen Cooper's rapidly pistoning, thickly glistening cock. Still unbelieving, he had blinked his eyes as if that would erase the incredible erotic scene before him, and crept cautiously forward, recognizing immediately the masturbating figure as the little redhead who had been around a lot lately. The gardener's heart beat wildly in his chest and once again his cock began to strain hotly against the confining material of his trousers as his eyes remained transfixed on the erotic spectacle that was happening in front of him.
This is impossible! It's not really happening. This is the kind of thing that only happens in blue movies. A beauty like that getting fucked by two guys like a hot little bitch in heat. This can't be happening ... it can't be ... real ...!
Suddenly, Ray found himself moving slowly still towards the three writhing figures as if they were magnets drawing him without his conscious effort. He felt himself tearing off his jacket and tossing it to the ground, then his shirt. He didn't know then quite what he intended to do or why he was so frantically disrobing, he really had no business here, but he knew that they wouldn't even notice him, and if they did, it would be to welcome him, and so he followed his instincts and left his reason behind with his clothes. Next came his trousers as he advanced, trancelike, until he stood almost on top of the three nakedly locked figures on the grass while Dawn finger-fucked herself beyond them to the same wildly soaring tempo. Ray's cock stood out nakedly throbbing from his loins, aching with passionate desire, and he lowered himself to the grass.
He grasped the soft flesh of the brunette's shoulder and shook her gently, and she turned her head as much as she could. And then for one split-second she froze, gasping around the heavily throbbing cock in her mouth. There he knelt with his hotly pulsing prick in his hand while he was nudging her with the other until she rotated slightly, pushing Glen to the side with his cock still buried deep up inside her tightly locked lips.
"Girl," Ray said almost numbly, his mind raging with heated desire, "I don't know who you are, but I'm going to fuck you like I've never fucked before!"
And so, with the brunette on her side between the onslaught of the dual thrusts into her mouth and cunt, the gardener placed his hands on the smooth spongy skin of her whitely trembling asscheeks, drawing them apart and inserting the throbbing blunt head of his prick just outside the tiny puckered ring of her asshole. He wriggled the shaft around that rear entrance, feeling her hips jerk away in fear as he began to relentlessly press in.
"Hey, relax, girl," he urged her. "Relax and it won't hurt so much at first. Because there's no getting away from it, believe me!"
He could feel her shudder nevertheless as he skewered into her tight hairless asshole, quivering forward into the deep dark depths of her rectum while the two men, unaffected by his pressure, still fucked relentlessly up into her cunt and mouth. He clenched his eyes tightly closed as the reluctantly yielding little ring expanded around his thickly pressing cock and his massively pulsing cockhead popped up inside it with a sudden rush.
"Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuurrrrrrrwwwwwww!" the little cleaning girl groaned, her lips still clutching around Glen's feverishly plunging pole as it slammed wetly back into her mouth.
Ray now began to fuck rhythmically up into the pinkly hugging ass passage and before long sensed the additional growing pleasure he was giving to the still hotly writhing girl. He knew that he had never enjoyed fucking any girl as much as he was enjoying this one--and he knew now that the brunette felt the same way.
The pain from her ass-fucking soon dissolved into new reckless spasms of sublime pleasure as the young girl rocked back onto the twin impaling cocks in her cunt and ass while her luscious lips continued their erotic sucking on Glen's thickly lunging prick. New chilling thrills fluttered from her ravished loins up through her ecstatically quivering tits and crashed into her mind like a tidal wave, while the wildly rhythmic invasions of her body continued to rock her body back and forth, driving her ever closer to the mind-smashing cum she had been working towards ever since this mad orgiastic escapade had started.
Suddenly there was a soft voice from somewhere close by. But none of them could tear themselves away from their erotic fuck to see Dawn Peters kneeling beside them, watching with rapt fascination, her naked tits jiggling and quivering on her heaving chest while her hand urgently caressed the lust slick crevice between her spreading thighs.
"This is just one big fucking party, isn't it?" Dawn whispered hotly. "Well, I'm part of the party, aren't I?" And with this she dropped beside the newly arrived gardener so that her legs clasped around his head and her nakedly exposed cuntlips were pressed into his lust-flushed face. "Lick me, man, lick me good," the lust-crazed redhead begged.
"Holy Christ," Ray muttered, his tongue automatically lashing out to lick eagerly at the warmly gushing pussy juices that flowed around her wetly glistening cuntlips. The hot lashings of his tongue sent the salesgirl into paroxysms of rapturous joy as she locked her fleshy tanned thighs tightly around the stranger's head, nudging her warmly quivering cunt into his face. As she did this, she reached out to tenderly fondle the little cleaning girl's whitely quaking tits while Ray's tongue flickered hotly over the sensitively throbbing knob of her clit.
In front of her, Warren could feel himself poised on the brink of a mind-exploding cum as he fucked deep into the brunette's greedily clinging cunt. He began to screw into her faster, harder now, feeling Ray's cock as it plunged madly into her tightly straining asshole separated from his own cock by only the thin layer of tissue between her cunt and asshole. Warren's hands gripped Tammy's waist hard as her body recoiled with that one last lust-crazed spasm, and he slammed viciously into her, spilling his hot white cum into the soft-walled cavern of her cunt, feeling the hot juicy walls madly contracting around his spewing cock to milk it of every hotly gushing ounce of its precious juice.
Tammy could feel his prick bursting hotly inside of her and she knew that Glen, too, was about ready to lash out with that last urgent fuck, for she could feel the massive cock stretching and expanding inside her mouth while her cunt clung wildly to the still streaming dick buried inside its warmly clinging walls. Suddenly she moaned as Glen fucked hard forward, sending his cock down into her mouth like a ram! It exploded hotly as she sucked and swallowed convulsively, her cheeks bulging and deflating all the while from the cascade of his scalding white cum. Her mouth filled with the pungent taste of his rushing juices, and then the exploding cock throbbed with one last, long jerk and deflated softly beneath her swirling tongue.
Her own cum was only moments away now, and the stranger, too, was fast approaching his own dynamic explosion. He continued fucking deep up into the now slippery walls of her ass, her pinkly puckered asshole clinging tightly to his deeply fucking cock, sending his prick deep, deep into the unexplored depths of her asshole while his tongue lashed and flicked and licked at the wetly smoldering cunt of the beautiful redhead like an imitation cock. Each renewed lunge of the gardener's madly fucking prick sent new surges of unrestrained pleasure and sublime rapture through Tammy's cork-screwing, gyrating body and the images of the lust-impassioned stranger and Dawn Peters swam through her fevered mind, fusing together finally into one passion-colored image of lasciviously ecstatic delirium.
"I'm cuuuuuuuuuming," she cried as her body arched forward as the gardener lunged his final bowel-impaling stroke into her, feeling the blazing cock juices rushing like a river in flood from her pussy which still clasped tightly at Warren's now limply drained cock. A spasm of convulsive exploding joy transported the ravished young cleaning girl almost beyond the bounds of her own body as it shuddered through her groin and shivered up her spine and danced madly along the hugely billowing mounds of her tits and then began all over again as she felt the first delicious waves of the gardener's hot, white juices bursting into the heated depths of her asshole. He was sucking wildly now, his tongue tracing the outline of the wetly spread folds of Dawn's pussy lips before swirling again and again up into the heatedly clinging depths of her flame-licked cunt, and then his body jerked forward and he screamed as he came and his cum flowed down the crevice of Tammy's wide-splayed asscheeks and pooled hotly onto the grass beneath them.
After the last tremors of her own cum had shuddered through her own nakedly glistening body, Tammy could hear the last wailings of Dawn Peters as Ray's tongue fucked its last thrusts into her wretchedly burning cunt and her own cum spilled all over his lewdly fucking tongue like molten lava. Her hips jerked convulsively over his passion-flushed face.
"Aaaaaaaaaoooooooowwwww," she cried in one continuous sound, while her boiling cunt spilled its juices out along the smooth inner surface of her quaking thighs and down onto Ray's cum-drenched lips.
Tammy gazed at the group as they lay exhausted and nakedly intertwined on the grass and a flickering smile of sensual, satiated pleasure played across her happy face
She had come here to play out a bet against herself, one that she had made that she would never again indulge in the kind of salacious behavior she had on the night she had seen the three people fucking and in turn had been fucked herself. She had lost that bet. In fact she was indulging in worse behavior now than she had before, and she loved it!
She remembered what Dawn Peters had said that first night. After the fucking had been over, Dawn had driven the young girl home, and just before she got out the door, Dawn had turned to her and said, "Don't let fucking get you down, Tammy. I know what you did tonight seems horribly obscene. That's what I felt like when the same thing happened to me. But just remember that it's not. Fucking is just fucking. You can use it as you will--to get something--for love, or just for pleasure. It isn't fucking like we did tonight that's bad, but what you make of it."
Well, Dawn was right. Fucking was what you made of it, and she personally was going to make all she could!

Chapter 9
"May I help you?" voluptuously curved Dawn Peters asked of a young dark-haired man who had been looking at the nightgowns for some time now with a lost expression on his face. "Are you looking for something in particular?" she asked helpfully, leaning her elbows against the sales counter. She could tell as she bent over that the young man's eyes had briefly fed on the lewd sight of her hugely billowing titties pressing sensuously against the low neckline of her dress. She could have sworn that even though he must have been as old as she, he had blushed momentarily at the sight.
Lord, it was absolutely absurd to tease all of her male customers in such an obscene manner, but she just couldn't help herself any more. Ever since Sheik Abdullah had raped her, she had not been the same. It was as though suddenly something had been let free in her body--almost like a gate opening within her that let all of the licentious feelings she had ever had express themselves freely and not be hidden and trapped by the old-fashioned morals that had been pounded into her head since childhood. She had thought that once she had been fucked a few times--and she had really been fucked--that her voracious appetite would disappear and be replaced by a more normal sense of need for cock. But that had not happened at all. In fact, she'd gotten worse; the more cock she got, the more cock she wanted until it got so that her poor little pussy was just hot and tingly and ready for fucking all the time. If that were not bad enough, she found herself dragging out her old short skirts and altering her sweaters and blouses in order to show off her tits and ass like some goddamn whore. Now, here she was flirting outrageously and showing off her huge tits to another customer, the thought of how obscene it might be to the young man making her pussy tingle all the more. He certainly was a handsome young man and he probably had a cock to match that good-looking face.
"Well, I ... uh ... am looking for a nightgown ... for my wife." He avoided looking at her eyes as though buying a lady's nightgown embarrassed him.
"We have a number of very nice looking gowns over against that wall over there," she said smiling as she came out from behind the counter and walked by him, careful to brush her sensuously curving hips against his thigh.
The young man didn't seem to know what to do about her lewd advances, but followed her over to the clothing rack.
"These are very comfortable flannel gowns," she said deliberately, knowing that the last thing in the world that a young man like him wanted for his wife was a high-necked flannel gown.
"Well, actually ..." He cleared his throat. "I was thinking more along the lines of a negligee. You see, we've just been married, and my wife isn't ..." He stopped suddenly and colored as he realized what he had been about to say.
"... a very good fuck," Dawn finished for him and met his startled young eyes with her own sensuously lidded ones. "You thought that maybe you could liven things up a bit in bed by buying her the most sexy nightgown you could find. Am I right?"
"Yeah, she can't ever seem to get herself in the mood to fuck around, you know? So I thought that maybe I could get something that would get her started, you know, so that we could both cum together."
"You poor dears. You just leave it up to old Dawn. She'll get you both so hot you'll be fucking like animals every chance you get. You just follow me." She winked at the astounded young man and turned from him with a swish of her short skirts and a momentary glimpse of her smoothly curved, panty-clad asscheeks.
Stopping at a rack of sheer, diaphanous negligees, she flicked through them quickly, stopping at a soft, luscious looking lavender gown with black lace trim, almost like the one that Glen had given her.
"How does this strike you?" She held it up to her own sensuous curves.
The dark-haired husband's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked at it and she could see the now clearly outlined bulge of his cock straining against his pants.
"It's really beautiful!" His eyes were nearly bugging out of his head.
"What's your wife's size?"
"Gee, I don't know what size she is. Does it matter in a nightgown?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it does. I'll tell you how we'll solve this problem. You look around the department and tell me if there are any women in here who are the same height as your wife."
The young husband looked around carefully and then shook his head. "No one is her size here, except maybe for you."
"Well, good, that's a start." She placed the gown up against her body again. "Now, how about her titties? Are they as large as mine?" She held the lavender material tightly against her, showing the full outline of her hugely billowing tits.
"That's about right too," he said, avoiding her eyes, though she knew he was paying a hell of a lot more attention to her than he should to judge by the bulge of his cock that was growing steadily bigger in his pants.
"Then all we have to do, to make sure that you like it, is for me to try it on for you." She smiled sweetly, holding the see-through material even closer to her curvaceous body.
She led him out off the main floor and into the little hallway of the private dressing rooms. She knew that if she could get him inside and the door shut, it would be just as though they were in her own apartment.
She could hardly wait for him to fuck her, and she knew he would because she had gotten him so hot he would do anything.
Ooooooohhh! She could hardly wait to feel a man's cock fucking up into her pussy again. It had only been one week since she had been balled by Glen and Warren, and later she and the cleaning girl and Glen had all fucked each other, and only two nights ago they had all gotten together again and had a wild orgy in Glen's yard! Oh God, it had all been so wonderful! She had never hoped to repeat it, but now she realized that for her it would always be wonderful, and that seducing this young husband would be as good a fuck as her double-fuck had been then.
"Now you wait out here until I've changed into the gown. I'll let you in when I have." She playfully nicked the collar of his shirt and shut the door on his flushed face. Once inside, she quickly threw her clothes off, until she was stark naked. She took the gown off the hanger and drew it over her head and then slipped her arms into the sleeves of the matching robe. She turned toward the dressing room mirror and let her eyes sensually caress the ivory outline of her nakedly voluptuous body through the transparent folds of the negligee. Her huge sensuously throbbing titties encased in lavender and black lace made her whole body tremble with desire. But it was the milky white of her generous hips and lower belly where the silken triangle of sparse, coppery curls began to sprinkle over her cunt mound that invariably fired her excitement.
God, a completely unknown young stranger was going to fuck her right here in the dressing room in a negligee he was going to buy for his wife!
A stimulating little twinge raced through her, and she opened the dressing room door, putting her head out. She held the negligee to her voluptuous curves and stepped behind the door to let him in.
"Ma'am? I ... do you think this is a good idea?"
For a moment Dawn stared at him in surprise. "Well, my goodness. Let me assure you that this is nothing unusual. I do it for all of my customers." Her knuckles were regaining their color now as she loosened her fist-tight grip on the door, hoping the young husband wouldn't back out of this before they even got started. Maybe he wasn't quite sure of what was going on yet. She would have to be more explicit.
"Won't you come in, sir, and have a look at this negligee ... to be sure you'll like it for your wife."
"Oh, no, I think that maybe I ought to stay here. I can see how it looks just as well from out here in the hall."
"Don't be silly," said the young salesgirl, impetuously touching his arm. "Come on in here and take a look. You want to be sure it will work, don't you?"
The young husband looked anxious, but God, with a negligee-clad saleswoman asking him to come into a dressing room to see something he was going to buy...
"Okay, if you insist ... I would like to see what it looks like on," he said, passing close to her, his arm lightly brushing the tip of one tit trembling softly under the lavender gown covering her and raising a sparkling little ripple across her belly. In response, the young woman pulled the hardly adequate negligee around her nakedness, smiling at him as he timidly looked at her. His face was flushing as though he were a school boy. He'd noticed the soft, erotic contact, too!
She gestured toward the dressing room chair as she stood in front of the mirror. He sat down uncomfortably. God, she felt certain his deep blue eyes were avidly traveling the length of her barely covered, near-naked body, imagining what lay underneath the diaphanous material. Or ... or was she letting her overly keyed-up imagination run away with her? She turned a few pirouettes for him, letting the lavender folds of the robe and gown float away from her voluptuous body, giving him a clearer view of her generous tits and ass, and all the while she continued to appraise and measure him, wildly wondering what was going through his mind.
This was crazy, the young husband thought, being here in a private dressing room with a gorgeous salesgirl who had brought him in here for one reason and one reason only, to fuck! He knew it was wrong, but she was so fucking beautiful. And he'd seen her nearly naked tits and ass when she turned around for him to see the negligee. She had nothing on at all underneath. Man, she had to know he could see her nakedness just the way she had to have felt it when he'd brushed against her tit a minute ago.
He tried to keep his eyes above where the deep-necked negligee robe had fallen part-way open over her huge tits. Fuck! He could see some of the deep, mind-bending crease between her tits, even a part of one cone where it began to swell out from her chest. That, coupled with the voluptuous curves just barely visible beneath the lavender mist of the gown, was darn near driving him crazy with lust.
Suddenly, she leaned forward, displaying all but the nipples of her whitely billowing tits to him as she touched his chest lightly. "Well, what do you think? How does it look?" she throatily questioned, the soft tips of her fingers searing into his chest like branding irons.
"I like it," he answered, his eyes burning from the strain he was putting on them. "I ... think its the most beautiful nightgown I've ever seen!"
"What is it exactly that you like about it?" she asked, standing in front of the mirror again.
He hesitated a moment, not quite sure he should really tell her why he liked it so well on her, but in the end, he decided that she wouldn't have asked if she didn't want to know. "I think I like the way it makes my cock lurch when I look at you wearing it."
"That's beautiful, darling!" Dawn exclaimed, clutching at his hand, the smooth hardness of it as intoxicating to her as the feel of a cock in her cunt. God, he was a beautiful young man. The feel of his hard young body near her was creating blinding shocks of incredible violence in her pussy. God Almighty, she had to have him fuck her, she had to! "Tell me again why you like the gown?" She studied his expression.
"Well ... it makes me feel like throwing you on the floor and fucking you silly." Hearing his own rasping reply, he realized he'd never been so fucking keyed up in his whole life, and his painfully throbbing cock was as hard as a pole.
Oh man, what should he do? She was coming on to him about as subtly as an earthquake and so was the conversation, and he wanted to fuck her as badly as she wanted him to fuck her, but images of his sweet young wife kept coming to his mind.
"Yes, I can see where a man would feel that way about it," she said in a reflective tone, and she pulled out the folds of the robe and let it slip softly to the floor where it fell in a light lavender puddle at her feet. The gown was even more transparent than the robe, it was almost as if she were naked.
"Does it really turn you on?" Dawn half-whispered, letting her tiny pink tongue slip out to run over her lushly heated lips. He said something, but she paid little attention, her now seething thoughts racing madly as she leaned down toward the young dark-haired husband. Then, without even thinking, she reached out for his hand and slowly put it inside the sheer lavender material, pressing it against her sensuously throbbing tit.
"Your wife must be very happy with a man like you as a husband," she whispered, moving her face nearer to his until she could smell the faint scent of his aftershave lotion. "She must be very happy indeed."
The dark haired husband could only gape at her. She was holding his hand tight against the softly trembling warmth of her naked tit, and he wondered crazily if the huge mound might not burn a hole right into his palm. Christ! He didn't know what to think, let alone do! Her naked tit right in his hand! Jesus, oh Jesus! She was the kind of woman every guy on the street would give his balls just to touch. Oh, Jesus, he'd never been so turned on in his whole life, and if he didn't keep a lid on the explosion, he just might blow his wad right there in the dressing room and ruin everything.
Dawn found her own use of words catching in her throat. God, she'd never done anything the equal of this in her life, even with the little cleaning girl, but it was a bit late to reflect on the morals department, even if she wanted to, wasn't it? What should she do with him? Ooooohhh ... did she want to suck him? He was so handsome and his cock must be absolutely gorgeous.
"You haven't really answered me, darling. Is your wife as happy with you as I would be?" she hissed, her torrid eyes hungrily devouring him.
"I ... I guess so ..."
"Do you want me to tell if you make her happy?"
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple working rapidly. "Yes, if you want to ...!"
The licentiously flushed young salesgirl sensed a chill of rapture prickle over her near-nakedness. She lowered her eyes and saw the revealing bulge at the front of his pants. She kissed him lightly on the lips and dropped one hand down to touch his cock with an exploring, caressing feel, whispering, "Ah, yes, you do want me happy, darling. I can tell by how hard your cock is!"
The young husband gasped, his muscular body uncontrollably jerking at the contact of her caressing hand on his painfully jerking prick. He gaped down at her thumb and forefinger, watching them trace the elongated outline of his throbbing cock with a gentle touch, the sudden fear that he might cum right there in his shorts sending a shudder through him.
"Wh-what're you going to do?" he blurted like a young boy, writhing excitedly beneath her caressing hand, and feeling like an idiot after he'd said it.
"I'm going to suck your cock for you," the near-naked salesgirl whispered huskily, dropping to her knees in front of him and gently spreading his legs wide apart as she worked her way between them. "You want to fuck, and I want to fuck!" She looked up at him, her frenzied eyes pools of tinted, female lechery. "You ... you do want to screw me, don't you?"
"Yes, you know I do!"
She caught hold of both of the young husband's hands and placed them inside the lavender film of the negligee, molding them to her hotly tingling tits as she knelt between his legs. She untied the string around her neck that held, the gown up, so that any slight tug would make it fall to the ground, then she began to unzip his fly. Unbuttoning the pants at the top, she tugged them loose, looking up at him without a word to make him lift up so that she could draw them down, then she began to work her hand inside the white cotton of his jockey shorts. Instead of lowering them immediately, she slipped her hand inside the front opening, letting her eager fingers curl around the heavily pulsing cock, while the back of her hand brushed the soft pubic hairs of his lean loins.
"Oh ... oh damn!" he groaned; his hands excitedly clutching her heatedly quivering tits.
"Raise up again, lover," she whispered, tugging his shorts down as he did, revealing the climactic delight of his cock and balls completely exposed to her in their own hugely throbbing state. God, what a beautiful cock! It was so long and so thick, yet white and unscarred, almost like a child's cock. And his cum-filled balls, a virtue-destroying sight to any normal, red-blooded American woman. He was breathtaking! His wife was a damn lucky woman.
A tiny droplet of pearllike pre-cum juice clung to his prick's tipped slit, glistening in the fluorescent light shining down from the ceiling, and Dawn thought she had never seen anything so lovely. Nothing could describe it, she maddeningly thought as she leaned down close to it, flicking out her tiny pink tongue to steal that elusive drop.
Its poignant nectar wildly sparked her taste buds, and her cock-hungry pussy began to spontaneously gush its own hot juices.
"Holy shit!" the young husband gurgled in his lewdly exposed, spread-eagled position, watching the redheaded salesgirl's warm engulfing lips slip slowly down over his cock taking its entire pulsing head into the soft liquid heat of her mouth. It couldn't be happening ... a salesgirl sucking his cock! But she was. Goddamn, yes, swallowing it right up into her buttery mouth while he clutched her huge beautiful tits, and her long auburn hair tickled his belly and thighs! Oh Goddamn!
He grunted uncontrollably and thrust his lean, muscular loins in a responsive action upward at her wetly ovalled lips. He gaped at them, feeling them tighten elastically as she sucked back up off of it. Then, down again in a slow, drawing rhythm, never stopping from the beginning, her hot tongue lashing and caressing as she nursed its virilely throbbing hardness. He watched, lustfully spellbound, as with each descent of her tightly ovalled lips she sucked in a little bit more of his prick until he felt the sensitive tip brushing against the back of her throat. God, his wife couldn't do that!
Against his clutching hands he felt the warm throbbing softness of her tits overflowing his fingers as she obscenely bobbed up and down above his cock, the greedily sucking cavern of her mouth like a vacuum syphoning the depths of his balls. He was going to cum soon if she didn't stop, because he had never felt anything like this, not even with his wife! Slipping it into his wife's tight cunt was wild, he'd thought, but to have his prick sucked by a beautiful girl ... a woman like this salesgirl--a total stranger. Oh Christ, she was cupping his cum-filled balls with one warm hand, gently pressuring them to the cadence of her sucking mouth, as if she were milking them.
"Uuuuuugggghhhhh ... I'm going to cum ... pretty soon now ...!" he groaned, feeling the hot, boiling torment deep in his groin and belly. "Let me fuck my cock into your cunt!"
"Uhn uhn ...!" she grunted negatively around his huge cock that filled her voraciously sucking mouth. And then she began to work harder, as if he'd given her the cue she'd been passionately waiting for. Holy shit! Did she want him to cum right down her throat?
Dawn's excited belly and cunt were an inferno of intensively churning sensations at the licentiousness of her lewd act. She was filled with thrilling, lustful fermentations that only his anonymity and her forbidden seduction of him could fire to such a heated point. The delicious beauty of his prick was sweeping her toward the wildest cum she could possibly have imagined. She almost smiled and did, inwardly, at the offer of his to fuck her. God, what did he think she was madly working her ass off for, if not for the gushing hotness of his cum juices flooding her mouth and dribbling down her throat? Ooooohhh, just the lust-pleasing thought was enough.
The ardently sucking young salesgirl's erotic sensations churned inside her belly at the obscenely subservient position she had chosen, and she reached down with her one free hand between her own wildly trembling thighs to fuck a finger deep into the reddish fuzzy flesh between her hotly quivering pussylips.
Oooooo ... it felt so good! The redheaded salesgirl tensed to the caressing strokes of her own erotically fucking finger taunting the sensitive bud of her clit as more intensified feelings of rapture spread through her shamelessly aroused young body. Ooooooo, it was so beautiful. If only fucking could go on for ever. But God, she had to hurry now. The girls out at the desk might start to wonder where she'd disappeared to.
The young husband gaped down at the luridly bobbing head of the red-haired young salesgirl sucking his huge cock, his brain enveloped in a semicoma of lust. She was still milking his cum-laden balls with her little white hand as she steadily sucked his cock with an incessant up and down tempo, and with a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of every upsuck. He sensed his pelvic muscles tensing of their own accord, fucking his lip-stretching prick up and into her beautiful, lust-contorted face. She moaned, and tried to suck harder. He saw her drop her hand down between her legs and knew that she was fingering her own cunt. Oh Jesus! He couldn't stand much more now! Then the salesgirl was nipping his sensitive cockhead with her dazzling white teeth, making him gasp out with new sensations. Christ, his cock was a bloodless white beneath her scraping suck and a plum-purple at its heavily pulsing tip! Goddamn, she was plunging her hot mouth all the way down now, until almost all of his prick vanished between her wet lips, his cockhead going right back into her hungrily working throat.
Her tiny tongue with that final swiping lick was making his cock tip vibrate and jerk. He squeezed and pulled at her ecstatically trembling titties, those hard little nipples, and then he sensed it, the gnawing rage deep in his cum-laden balls.
He bent his head down to one side, twisting his neck crazily so that he could see her lovely, perspiring face, her lips stretched wide and stuffed full of his wetly glistening cock. She was slaving over him now, her delicious ruby lips being pulled out, their wet inner flesh clinging to his wildly pulsating cock as if a part of it. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed in lewd rhythm to her obscene sucking. He screwed his loins up tighter to her eager face, until he was lifted off the chair, his throat and mouth parched, his wildly jerking young cock feeling as if it were turning inside out!
"Agggghhh ... here ... here! Fuck! It's cumming ... suck it ... ooooohhhhhhh!" he blurted, writhing his lean muscular hips as he tangled his hands in her long, dangling red tresses to hold her there, while the hot scalding cum erupted from deep down inside his balls and began to spew into her voraciously sucking mouth.
His frantic cock convulsed in a violent jerking, flooding Dawn's hungrily nursing mouth with gush after gush of his hot creamy juices that bloated her cheeks with every seething squirt. Passionately she swallowed, moaning around his frantically erupting cock, as her fingers furiously fucking into her own widespread cunt set off her own insane, mind-reeling cum! She fucked her hand deeper and deeper between her lewdly splayed thighs into the heated wetness of her hungrily devouring pussy. In a complete frenzy, she tweaked and stroked her vibrating little clit while she gluttonously sucked and nibbled on his now rapidly deflating prick, at last raising her head and drawing the back of her hand across her cum-smeared lips to wipe the warm white remnants away.
"That was wonderful!" she half-whispered, her exposed naked body revealed to him, her whitely billowing tits rising and falling in the aftermath of her tremendous cum.
He looked at the way she was kneeling up straight before him, her sultry eyes level with his in an unashamed, open expression as they searched his own. He knew then that she wanted him to be unashamed, too. Man, she was some hell of a woman, all right, the kind a guy could fall ass over arm in love with! She was beautiful, all of her, every inch! Suddenly, he almost wished he weren't married, because this little salesgirl would make one hell of a wife.
"You're wonderful," he said tenderly and stroked her copper-red hair. "I think that nightgown will look fantastic on my wife."
She smiled up at him sleepily, and he knew then that no matter how well it looked on his wife, it would never look as good as it had on the beautiful salesgirl who had sucked his cock five ways to China this afternoon!
The End