"I'll say this, dear – if you were, I'd like to buy out the store where he bought you," Max smiled, nodding his head up and down. "In any case, believe me, you're much more beautiful than all of those other gorgeous girls who keep floating in and out of his office all the time."
Clucking softly, he reached over and draped his arm around her wispy waist, tightening his hold as he pulled her close back against his broad muscular shoulder. She little realized what she was doing as she allowed herself to fall limply back against him, all the fight taken out of her by Max's last words about her husband's constant contact with the lovely models. She had never dared to ask Henry who actually found and hired all those girls in the magazine but now a terrible suspicion began to form in her mind about why their own sex life was suffering so much. Good God, if a man had dozens of beautiful sexy women in his office every day, why would he bother to care about his devoted wife who was always waiting at home for him? Why would he take the time to discuss strange and unusual sex acts, though, when he could undoubtedly find all the variation he wanted right in the privacy of his own office? Surely they would gladly do all he asked, and more, even worse perverted acts than his own dumb little wife could think of, the blonde reasoned in a sudden fury of jealousy. Maybe, just maybe it was because Henry was even more of a stranger to her than she had imagined lately; maybe he got some sort of evil thrill out of having a faithful wife as someone he could always count on and a stable of pretty girls at the same time.
The hurtful humiliation that had plagued her ever since their argument the night before, was suddenly magnified a thousand-fold and a slow, biting anger seethed inside her, burning away the tears that had begun to form from the shock of the notion that had just occurred to her.
But her thoughts were brought to a swift halt as Max slipped his hand slowly up along her side and cupped her delicate rib-cage warmly in his palm, under her breast. He could see the change in her expression as the suggestive hint of the proposal of her also doing something naughty he had planted in her slowly blurring brain took better hold and he waited, knowing that at any moment the absinthe would begin its gradual conscience-killing effect on her unguarded nervous system. He knew it would not be long now before this bewitching little creature was his, in his own personal trophy bag. She was not quite ready yet, but in a few minutes at the most, the aphrodisiac and a little friendly persuasion on his part would quell any resistance that she had left to frustrate his plans for her.
Kathy's wakening body stiffened momentarily as she felt the older man's hand daringly caressing her full right breast, stroking and squeezing the gently palpitating white flesh until a delicious fluttery feeling began to take command of her nerves. She flushed with guilt as she felt a shameful fleeting desire to press the satin-smooth quivering mound more solidly into her husband's boss' excitedly sweating palm. Something strange was happening to her mind and body, something that she was absolutely powerless to understand, and she squirmed her smoothly rounded young buttocks nervously against the corded edge of the couch cushion, trembling with disbelief as she felt the shocking electrical contact against the soft hair-lined lips of her moistening pussy under her navy-blue dress and silken panties. God, it was horrible to admit, but it felt better than anything she had ever felt in her life and, powerless to restrain herself, she ground her hips down furtively with greater force against the cushion edge as her breath began to quicken more and more. Could she be drunk from that one innocent drink that Max had given her, Kathy wondered with breathless perplexity as she felt the nipples of her breasts grow twitchingly hard in unwanted physical arousal? She had only been joking when she had said that she should do something "naughty" and now it was all she could do not to throw herself wantonly on Maxwell Alexander and press her blazingly hot body against his.
She shuddered and chilled from the sexual acceleration that thinking something forbidden gives, even while still struggling to resist the sensations of raw forbidden lust that were now pulsing maddeningly through her surging veins.
"This couch is almost like a bed, isn't it?" Max's low voice insinuated into her thoughts. "Are you comfortable, my dear? How do you feel now?"
"Fu-funny… I-I don't know…" she answered in a strange other-worldly voice, her girlish heart pounding savagely in her rapidly moving chest. She was aware of nothing but Max's brazen fingertips rubbing lightly over her painfully erect nipples under her dress, stopping occasionally to pinch each one to an even more stinging hardness and causing a series of ripples of fantastic sensations to dance freely through her alerted nerves each time he did it. Her breath was steadily quickening, coming in tight gasps as the burning sensation in her trim little belly grew with maddening intensity. She knew that she was in trouble now, trouble of her own doing, but she also knew that she should not allow Henry's boss to squeeze and knead her breasts this way. Still, though, she did not really want to estrange this warm, suddenly exciting man who had, until a short time ago, been so gentle and compassionate with her.
"Please, Mr. Alexander, I m-mean, M-Max," she objected weakly as she tried desperately to… "I came to talk to you about… about a job. I have to… to prove…"
"You don't have to prove anything to me, baby," Max growled suddenly in obscene delight as he saw the helpless confusion that was registering on Kathy's vibrant young face. "If that punk husband of yours isn't man enough for you, there's someone here who is!"
Max jerked her head abruptly toward him with his heavy hand and pressed his muggy lips wetly to her, grinding his mouth tightly against her mouth. The terrified young wife groaned and struggled uselessly for a sudden panicky moment, feeling his hand pressing then even more demandingly into the pillowy softness of her ivory breast.
"Relax, baby," he whispered into the fragrant warmth of her full-fleshed young lips. "Just let yourself go… and you won't be sorry."
Uncertain of what she should do, Kathy let herself go almost completely limp as he had commanded, surprised at the softness of his lips pressing onto her moist mouth. The thought crossed her befuddled mind that this was the first time another man had kissed her since she had been married. She had practically forgotten what it was like and had to admit to herself that he did know what he was doing, that he actually seemed fairly accomplished as a lover. In spite of what she considered was valiant effort on her part to resist any emotional response whatsoever, she could feel tiny, butterfly-like ripples of pleasure flitting suddenly through her nervously quivering stomach. Without conscious will, she allowed her arms to entwine tightly behind his head, but then, as she felt the short bristly hairs that grew from the nape of his thick, muscular neck, so different from the soft, curling tendrils, almost silk-like, that always hung over Henry's shirt collar, Kathy drew back reflexively in startled horror. What was she doing with this strange man, her own husband's boss? What on earth was wrong with her?
"No, Max, no, we can't… can't do this," she cried out in real fright as she tried to twist away from his insistent, presumptuous embrace.
"Why not, baby?" Max whispered, breathing thickly, sliding one hand down to the soft roundness of her enticing young buttocks and pulling her loins forward rudely until her dress slithered far up her smooth creamy thigh pressed tightly against the rough woolen fabric of his trousers. "Your dear hubby is probably down there playing between one of his models legs this very minute. What's the matter, are you afraid to even the score a little?"
Kathy's desirable young body tensed as she felt Max begin to recklessly massage the smoothly curved cheeks of her buttocks, squeezing them and releasing them with a hypnotic rhythm that stirred her from head to foot. He twisted toward her, forcing her loins hard against his own anxious loins, and ground ruthlessly against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers. She gasped in astonishment and held her breath as she felt the bulging hardness under his pants press demandingly into the tender plane of her soft young belly. The sweet licorice liqueur drifted laxity through her bloodstream, intensifying the unwanted, unc
ontrollable sensations beginning to course through her aroused body. The blonde's wide brown eyes clenched firmly shut as she fought the vile seduction of her body with all of her strength, but the gentle urgency of his fingers digging greedily into her flesh, and the hardness of his excitedly rising penis pressing into her stomach through her dress, brought further soft moans of helpless submission tumbling from her open lips. Her very wantonness and Max's slyly insinuated hint that her own husband might be committing adultery with some beautiful model at this very minute in this very building were slowly taking their full toll on the innocent girl's tortured mind.
"Christ, but you're stacked, baby. I'm going to really enjoy this little fuck."
"Oh, don't please don't talk like that," Kathy whimpered like a child as she felt the lewd but delicious sensations still tingling across the alert surface of her skin at the sound of the indecent word. "No one h-has ever said anything like that to me! N-not even Henry!"
"Always a first time for everything, love," Max chuckled lewdly, dropping his hand down further between their tightly-clamped bodies to stroke the lithe suppleness of her lower belly with a teasing lightness.
"Oh God, don't touch me there! You can't," she moaned, her awakened body slack and defenseless from the strange erotic sensations that seemed to be taking complete control of her innocent young being. She jerked slightly as she felt Max's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her prim little dress up the front of her thighs. She sobbed in dazed bewilderment and tried again to pull away, calling upon all her willpower to fight the blazing tongues of lust that were slowly overwhelming her, the heated flames of forbidden desire licking downward from the pit of her stomach to tease hotly in the moistly rising wetness between her thighs.
"Sweetie, I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it. It'll teach that Goddamned smart-ass young husband of yours to get his mind off his models long enough to remember to put my picture in my own magazine," Max grinned, gloating. "And whenever you get bored with what you're getting at home, you'll always know, by God, where you can come to get some real cock."
Kathy gasped and shivered with apprehension as she felt the hem of her dress being moved up to the tops of her golden-tanned legs and his searching fingers come directly into contact with the tender sensitive flesh of her satiny inner thighs. Her thoughts whirled incoherently as she heard her own hot breathing in the office, the silence growing otherwise to be a noticeable thing as the minutes went by. The sound of a slight cotton-like rustle of fabric whispered with her breathing as the hem of her skirt rubbed against the black, unyielding surface of the couch. God, it was driving her crazy!!!
She edged her pubic mound slowly up closer to the illicit pleasure of his hand, her hardened little clitoris beating invitingly against the wetness of her panty crotchband. Then, unexpectedly, one fingertip found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina between her slightly spread thighs and pressed the protective nylon material wetly into it, parting the fleecy, surrounding hair and making sudden exciting contact with the tiny throbbing head of her inflamed clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the involuntary pangs of pure desire that filled her entire being and she sucked in her breath noisily to hold back the shameful groan of pleasure that was building deep in her chest. She did not dare to make a sound, for Max would know how weak she really was – that physically she was every bit as lustful as he was. She could do nothing but lie back against the back of the couch, helplessly vulnerable, as he roamed his hands deliberately over her hotly-responding body, taking obscene liberties with her as he wished. There was no way she knew to ward him off as in her horror she realized that her aroused body was reacting on its own to his bold caressing of her passion-seared buttocks and vagina. Her panties were now totally drenched up between her legs and her luscious white buttocks were squirming without shame to the teasing manipulations of his hand rummaging in her loins.
"Please, M-Max you mustn't do this to me," she wailed admonishingly, half-heartedly attempting to invest her tone with an authoritative note of accusation. But her own voice betrayed her, seeming to come from faraway, a frail, shaky sound that was not at all what she had intended. Her brain was sinking in a swamp of vagueness and lassitude, and only the feverish, burning palpitations in her full breasts and white loins mattered now. She knew she was being taken advantage of, cruelly, but still nothing mattered at that moment but the thriving sexual stirrings that were steadily taking over her young mind and body.
"All right, baby, if that's the way you want it," Max's sneering voice sliced suddenly into her doped consciousness, "then maybe we ought to forget the whole thing."
Max rose abruptly from her side, his nostrils flaring with faked anger. He knew the aphrodisiac had taken its toll and that he was in no real danger of losing her if he had his fun and tormented her a while longer.
Kathy was alone in that instant, lying sprawled on the black leather sofa that belonged to a stranger, her own husband's employer, her arms dangling down uselessly at her sides as she stared, bewildered, up at Max Alexander standing above her, grinning down at her with leering, merciless impertinence. She could not wholly understand the full lascivious meaning implied by his evil expression and could concentrate only on the fire now blazing out of control up between her legs, making her almost-virginal breasts swell and tighten more, the lean white surface of her stomach contracting automatically in a slow tortuous writhing motion. Her breathing was labored, rising and falling with the effort of her excitement.
"Go on home then, you silly little bitch," he taunted, backing away from her voluptuously quivering body with a scornful laugh. "Go on home to that cheating husband of yours and your brooms and mops, and forget about the job you want… the one in public relations I had in mind for you. Hell, that kind of job takes a real woman, not a sniveling young homebody!"
Kathy gaped up at him in wonderment, her lust-fogged mind unable to comprehend the total meaning of what she was hearing. Before, her feelings had been an odd mixture of relief and disappointment when her husband's boss had suddenly decided to deprive her of his thrill-provoking caresses, but now she was becoming uncertain and wrenched by misgiving. A job such as the one he had mentioned was something she had dreamed of, a sort of passport to a land of interesting people and adventurous parties, a land that might make even Henry respect her as a real person. God, it would be so easy, she thought yearningly; so easy just to forget and let go, to spread her legs wide and do what Henry's boss wanted her to do. The way she felt right now, with tide after tide of mind-reeling desire rising ever higher in her, dizzying and confusing her until she could barely think, it might be a kind of relief to succumb to him to satisfy this weird blazing inferno inside her youthful limbs. Yes, she wanted to have this middle-aged, imposing man standing over her; she wanted him almost more than she had ever wanted anything in her life; but even in the tempting stress of the moment, she knew that she could not do anything that harsh and basically unfair to her husband. No, she loved him too much to ever let some fleeting affair jeopardize their life together.
What could she have been thinking of when she allowed her youthful body to respond so passionately to Max's lewd suggestions, she wondered as she straightened her still-trembling form up determinedly on the couch. She pulled down her dress to cover the white lacy panties that were exposed to Max's view.
"Don't think your brainy husband's position in the company is all that secure, either," the executive grumbled brutishly as he watched his delectable prey struggling with her conscience. "Possibly, you would've saved him his job… something any real wife should be happy to do." He shrugged with feigned indifference, his voice fading as he turned away from her expression of fearful attention. She stared at him in meek subservience, still unable to speak or show that she understood what he was saying. It was as though she had fallen into the grip of some kind of waking nightmare and, finally, she smiled hopefully, wishing that her tormentor would relent and admit that the whole thing was merely a joke. But
the stony glare on his face convinced her that no reprieve was in store.
Oh God, would Henry ever understand, ever trust her again if he somehow found out about this, this silly attempt to prove herself as a woman? No, she decided, he would never be able to forgive her for this idiotic mistake, not after last night's argument. At this point, Kathy could not even bring herself to object when Max sat down beside her again and began with insulting calmness to unzip the side of her dress. What was even more humiliating, she knew that she really wanted him to – that she wanted to be naked and have her lust-crazed body kissed and caressed until the unwanted fires in her blood were mercifully quenched.
She gazed down miserably at the thickly-carpeted floor, the chasm of torment between her shame and drug-induced desire making her eyes fill with tears of embarrassed frustration. All her young life she had been in control, at movies and even in the back seats of cars when boys had tried to take advantage of her – to use her lush body – but now she was defenseless against this sadistically-smiling man… and worse yet, against herself also.
CHAPTER FOUR
"So you want a job, eh?" Maxwell Alexander hissed down into Kathy's beautifully pathetic face. With one single hard downward jerk he ripped the zipper of her dress all the way down to the split of cleavage at the top of her ass-cheeks. She could feel the cool rush of air against her naked skin as he stripped it rudely up and over her urgently-clamoring buttocks. Next came the fastenings of her brassiere and she heard him utter an appreciative sigh of obscene approval as he jerked it away and her ripely huge young breasts burst into view.
Now that it was really happening, she could not quite grasp the whole meaning of the older man's crudeness… his threats… his cruelty.
Suddenly, Max dropped to his knees in front of her as she teetered above him, hooking his fingers in the elastic band at the top of her panties as he pulled them with teasing slowness down over the softness of her full, round buttocks until they bunched in a skimpy, silky ring down around her ankles. Completely naked now, Kathy rose and stood before the big man in all her prick-stiffening beauty, like a Venus, gazing down at him on his knees in front of her. She saw a wickedly satisfied smile on his face and felt herself sway dangerously, almost losing her balance when she felt him breathe hotly against her butter-smooth tummy and then press his moist lips wetly against the white, bare flesh just above her pubic vee.
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