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LLP-467 The Watching Husband by Author Unknown


Chapter 1


"Damn ...," Kate thought, fishing in the pocket of her uniform. "Where 
did that pencil go? That's the third one I've lost tonight!" A lock of 
her strawberry blonde hair fell forward into her eyes and her hand went 
up to her forehead to push it back impatiently. She fished in the bowl 
of pencils at the serving counter and pulled out a freshly sharpened 
one, trying to recall which type of dressing Mr. Dagon had just said he 
wanted on his salad.

Oh, yes, she remembered ... just plain oil and vinegar ... that was 
what he always wanted.

With a sigh she marked it down on her pad and headed toward the kitchen 
with the order. Her feet hurt and she thought she was just about to 
pass out from fatigue. It had been a rough Saturday night ... and it 
seemed as if she had waited on thousands of finicky customers at 
Alfie's Steak House. Well, she thought ... at least her tips had been 
good ... almost fifteen dollars that night. And that would be a big 
help toward the rent! After Mr. Dagon had finished, she would be able 
to go home to Tim at last.

As she waited at the counted for the very rare steak that Dagon had 
ordered, her thoughts wandered ... she could see Dagon's neat, 
elegantly clothed figure from where she stood. He was calmly sipping 
his martini, and occasionally he would cast a glance in her direction. 
But Kate knew it was not a look of impatience he was giving her ... he 
never seemed to mind if he had to wait. She knew that he found her 
attractive ... he had told her so several times ... but always in such 
a manner that she couldn't really get insulted or feel as though he was 
taking advantage of her. Even though she had told him that she was 
married ... and newly married at that, he had still continued to let 
his admiration for her be known. She could count on seeing him at the 
same table almost every evening around 9:30 ... and she had come to 
look forward to seeing him. He was so little trouble ... and never 
failed to tip her five dollars ... and some nights even ten. And it all 
came in very handy since Tim still hadn't found a job.

Worry crossed Kate's pert features as she wondered how long it would be 
before Tim found something that suited him. She knew that he could do 
just about anything he set his mind to ... if only he would set his 
mind! She had tried only the night before to persuade him that taking 
the job that had been offered him as a car salesman would not be the 
kind of thing he would have to do forever. His writing was bound to pay 
off one day if he kept it up! But he had insisted that he couldn't go 
out and be a car salesman by day, with all that that entailed ... and 
come home and write at night. Kate guessed that he was right She 
supposed it would be hard to do that ... but then, she thought ... this 
is hard for me to do too!

She was trying to be open about it ... "modern" ... there was no reason 
why a wife shouldn't help out by working in times of need But 
sometimes, like now when she was tired, the whole thing started to get 
to her. Especially when her mother called and brought up the subject.

"Has Tim found work yet ... Oh, still unemployed .... Well, goodness, 
you've been married almost six months now ... How long does he expect 
you continue undermining your health with that job? ... You know you 
were always fragile as a child ..."

Her mother's voice echoed in her ears ... and tonight ... while she 
stood there, shifting her weight from foot to foot to ease the pain, 
she did indeed feel delicate She was small boned, with slender ankles 
and legs, but there was nothing fragile about the rest of her for her 
hips were full blown and luscious beneath her uniform, and when she 
turned to walk away from her tables, more than one male and some female 
customers could not help but follow her swaying buttocks, so clearly 
outlined beneath the thin material. She had a walk that could only be 
compared to Marilyn Monroe's famous walk in "Niagara" and some of her 
high school boyfriends had even gone so far as to insist that she 
resembled a cross between Monroe and Brigitte, being built like Monroe 
and having facial features ... childlike and pouty like Brigitte. Kate 
had never taken any of it too seriously. She knew she was good looking 
... but she rarely dwelt on that beauty unless it was insistently 
brought to her attention.

It had occurred to her while she was standing there, that it had been 
some time since Tim had told her how pretty she was ... he used to tell 
her all the time, she realized. They didn't seem to make love as much 
as before either ... of course, since she had this late shift, by the 
time she got home, Tim was usually fast asleep ... and during the day 
... well, he just didn't seem much the daytime type, somehow.

Dagon smiled and nodded to her across the room. Lost in her own 
thoughts, she didn't see him, though she was looking directly at him. 
Then suddenly she realized that he was calling her, and with a start, 
she came to attention and nodded back at him, letting him know that she 
would be right there. Then she turned to the counter just in time to 
see the chef placing the sizzling steak platter in front of her.

*  *  *  *  *

"You've got a lot on your mind tonight, Kate!" Dagon said as he picked 
up the glass of wine that Kate had just poured him from the small 
bottle of Beaujolais and he silently toasted her with a small gesture 
of his hand, before placing the glass to his lips.

"Yes, I suppose so, Mr. Dagon," Kate said, wondering just how he made 
his money ... she knew he had a lot of it, that much was clear.

"Too bad," he said, testing his steak with the sharp point of his knife 
"A pretty girl like you ..."

"Enjoy your dinner, Mr. Dagon," Kate said smiling as she turned away.

"I wish Tim would notice that as much as you do," she thought.

*  *  *  *  *

About forty-five minutes later, Kate was hurriedly changing out of her 
uniform in the ladies' room. Dagon had finished his dessert and coffee 
and bid her goodnight and she was free to go home. She put on the 
lightweight beige suit that fit her voluptuous form tightly, 
remembering that it was in that very suit that she and Tim had been 
married. God, she needed some new clothes! She knew it would be quite a 
while before she would be able to buy clothes, unless Tim had found a 
job today. But she knew that he probably would have called her long ago 
if he had found work. More than likely he was home asleep and snoring 
right now, having had still another bad case of "writer's block". She 
surveyed herself in the mirror, her long hair curled softly around her 
face and fell to her shoulders, and she looked more like a budding 
starlet than a waitress. She was too tired to apply any lipstick to her 
soft full lips. After all, she thought, Tim never even looked at her 
when she got home. What did it matter? By the time she left Alfie's, 
stepping out into the cool San Francisco night, she was deeply 
depressed. She paused a moment in front of the door and took a deep 
breath of fresh air, then she turned to walk to the bus stop a block 
away.

When Kate had gotten about halfway up the street, she noticed that 
there was a big black car moving slowly down the street behind her. She 
was afraid at first, but then she told herself, that that was silly, 
such things only happened in the movies ... the car couldn't have 
anything to do with her! Nevertheless, she quickened her pace as she 
walked, casting occasional nervous glances over her shoulder.

Cruising in the big black Mercedes, Sam Dagon finally made up his mind. 
He had gone this far, he might as well go a little further. He wanted 
this girl, and he intended to have her. She would make a nice addition 
to his household ... A very nice one!

He accelerated and drove past Kate, stopping at the corner where he 
knew from having watched before that she would go to wait for the bus. 
He leaned over and opened the door, as he pulled up and waited for Kate 
to arrive.

"Hi," he called out. "Come on ... I'll take you home," he called.

Kate peered into the dimly lit interior of the car and she made out the 
features of Sam Dagon. For a moment she was furious ... how dare he 
follow her like that. How dare he even wait for her after work! But 
then, she felt another jab of pain from the soles of her aching feet, 
and she realized that it was silly not to accept a lift from him, since 
the buses ran infrequently at that time of night.

"Hello ... Mr. Dagon ...," she said. "You really frightened me for a 
minute there!"

"Hop in Kate ... No cause for fear, it's only me!"

Kate slid into the seat beside him, a small voice of warning sounding 
in her brain, but the comfort of the smooth leather seat and the warmth 
of the inside of the car quickly quieted the voice, and she turned 
gratefully to the man to thank him. But when she turned she saw that 
his eyes were on her, staring at her in a very strange hungry way ... a 
way that she had seen on occasion before, from passing strangers who 
observed the swing of her hips, the jut of her breasts as she walked 
down the street. She blushed violently when she saw that Sam Dagon was 
looking at her that way ... so close to her. But now the door was 
closed and he had already started up the powerful motor of the Mercedes 
... and there was really nothing to do but sit there.

"Where do you live, Kate?"

Why did he keep on using her name like that? It made her nervous ... 
like he was some old high school teacher of hers or something.

"Over on Portrero Hill," she answered. "You make a right at the next 
corner and just keep on going until you get to ..."

"That's all right," he interrupted, "I know the area well. You just 
direct me once we get there ... OK?"

"All right," Kate answered, mentally reassuring herself. After all, she 
had seen this man often ... He wasn't just a stranger ... and he had 
given her all of those good tips. He was almost a friend really. She 
slipped off her high heels and let her feet rest on the carpeted floor 
of the car, and leaning her head back, she let out a soft sigh.

"Tired?" Dagon asked, casting a glance at her relaxed body. He could 
see the curve of her calves, the long line of her thighs, clad in the 
sheer nude-colored stockings, up to the point where they disappeared 
beneath her short skirt, leaving only the bulge of their outline to 
tantalize his eye.

Boy, he'd sure like to get his hands up in there close to her tight 
little pussy, he thought. And he intended to do just that before the 
night was out. It had been a long time since he had seen a girl who so 
exactly fit his concept of the ideal woman. A child's face with a 
woman's body. He could feel the excitement mounting inside him at the 
thought of what her naked flesh would feel like beneath his hands, what 
she would be like grinding beneath his body!

"I hate seeing a pretty thing like you knocking herself out waiting on 
tables!" Dagon spoke, almost as though he were talking to himself.

"It's only temporary, Mr. Dagon ..."

"Sam," he answered ..." You make me feel like an old man ... I'm only 
thirty-five ... How old are you?"

"Why ... I'm twenty-two ... That is, my birthday is next month ..." She 
was beginning to get confused by his questions ... He seemed to be 
saying so many things at one time.

"Only temporary ... eh? When are you planning to stop?"

"Well, my husband is a writer ... and he should have completed his book 
by then ... and then we'll be able to ..." The familiar speech somehow 
wasn't coming out right.

"A writer, eh? ... That's funny, I used to fiddle around with the 
typewriter myself ... That is until I came to my senses ..."

He looked over at her... "Oh. I don't mean to imply that your husband 
... what's his name?"

"Tim ..."

"Tim ... isn't a brilliant writer ... It's just that I wasn't! ... 
Business is more my field ... Land development to be exact."

"How interesting ... ." Kate replied. But she was really thinking about 
Tim at home ... She hoped that he wouldn't be asleep again ... not this 
time. She really wanted to talk to him tonight.

She gazed solemnly out the window ... She didn't recognize where they 
were. They seemed to be in an unfamiliar part of town.

"Are you sure you know the way?" she asked, uncertainly.

"Oh, yes," Sam answered, swerving up a particularly steep hill ..." It 
won't be long now."

Kate didn't want to offend him by saying anything else, but she was 
sure that they were lost, and that he didn't want to admit that he 
didn't know the way. Well, she'd just wait until it became perfectly 
obvious and then, she'd tell him. Even with this detour, she would 
possibly still be standing back there waiting for the bus, she thought.

Dagon cast another glance at Kate's modestly covered bosom. He imagined 
that he could almost see the outline of her nipples through the fabric 
of her suit top.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he said.

"Did you say something?" Kate asked ...

"I'll tell you about it some other time," he answered, making another 
sharp turn and gunning the car so that Kate was jolted back against the 
seat. Then he swiftly turned into a large iron gateway and they were 
deep in a park, surrounded by high trees and foliage. He sped through 
the woods at top speed, and then came to a screeching halt high atop a 
hill, where down below, the twinkling lights of San Francisco glimmered 
brilliantly.

"Well ... let's take a little break. You don't mind do you ... I can't 
resist coming here every so often. The view is breathtaking ..."

"MIND?" Kate fairly screamed ..." Why of course I mind ... My husband 
is home waiting for me ... If you think that I'm ..."

But she didn't have a chance to finish for Sam Dagon grabbed her around 
the waist, pulling her sharply to him and clamped his mouth down on 
hers, holding her with a vise-like grip, so that all of her wriggling 
and squirming were to no avail. Vague thoughts of other times, when she 
was in high school and she had been caught alone on a desolate road 
with some young boy who had thought she would go all the way, came into 
her mind ... but this wasn't a harmless boy, she reminded herself. This 
was a grown man ... and a strong one. Fear mingled with shock rose in 
her throat as she felt Sam's lips pressed hard against hers, so hard 
that she thought her teeth would pierce the skin of her lips. He was 
holding her so that her full ripe breasts were smashed into his heaving 
chest.

"0h, my God," she thought ... "My God! He's going to rape me!"

But just as that thought came into her mind, Sam released his hold on 
her slightly and removed his lips from hers long enough to speak wetly 
into her car.

"Don't worry," he panted, "I'm not going to hurt you. Anything I do to 
you, I want to feel good ..."

"Let me loose ..." Kate cried, between clenched teeth. "Please Mr. 
Dagon ... let me go ...! She renewed her struggle almost managing to 
slip away from his restraining hands. But she only managed to turn her 
torso so that his hands were in direct contact with her full, supple 
breasts.

She jumped, trying to jerk away from his touch, but Sam took full 
advantage of the situation, squeezing the soft protrusions with his 
strong hands, massaging them slowly but firmly. At the same time, he 
pushed her steadily backward, so that after much struggling, she was 
finally down on her back, pressed flat against the wide seat of the 
Mercedes.

She could hardly believe what was happening to her. Sam Dagon's mouth 
crushed down on her's harder than ever, and she could feel his hands 
manipulating her breasts as though he were molding clay. He trapped her 
hands beneath her own body as he pushed her back, and she thought that 
her arms might break from the pressure he was exerting on her. She 
groaned loudly beneath the weight of his upper body, trying desperately 
to swing her legs around, but she twisted in such a way that it was 
painful for her to move one way or the other.

She felt his wet, pursuing tongue attempting to insert itself between 
her tightly pursed lips, and when she opened her mouth to cry out in 
protest, he slipped it hotly into her mouth.

His hands kept stroking at her breasts and then began to rove the full 
length of her body, over her flat belly and down to her thighs, which 
were exposed by her hiked up skirt. Her stockings covered most of the 
smooth white flesh where her garter belt caught the filmy material and 
held it up. Sam went straight for the warmth of her creamy thighs, 
savoring the silky skin beneath his fingers as though it were some 
precious material he was contemplating buying.

"Oh, no," she thought. "NO!" A million thoughts went racing through her 
brain ... thoughts of Tim at home ... what would he think! Of her 
mother ... of her virginity, which she had so carefully saved for Tim 
... of the promise she had made to herself to never have any kind of 
sexual relations with anyone but her husband ... and here she was being 
forced to submit to this man's lewd, forced touches.

"No ..." she gasped, sensing that a crucial moment had come and that 
she was now really helpless.

Managing to pull her head back slightly from his probing tongue as she 
spoke out her desperation, her breath coming haltingly ... "You can't 
be serious ... Please let me go!" she urged.

To her surprise, he answered, "All right," and abruptly let her loose. 
He sat up behind the steering wheel and slowly adjusted his tie.

"Sorry," he said, turning the key in the ignition ... "That won't 
happen again."

"Again!" Kate thought ... pulling down her skirt and adjusting her 
suit. "If I can just get home," she thought, "I never want to see this 
madman again." She sat squirming way over in her corner of the car, 
keeping as much distance as possible between them. Her heart beat 
wildly in her throat and blood pounded against her temples. The motor 
raced and Kate could see that Sam had placed the car in reverse gear. 
Kate realized that she was covered with nervous perspiration. She was 
stunned, and hardly knew what to do; whether she should jump out of the 
car and try to get home on her own or trust him to take her home now. 
The car started pulling backwards before she could make up her mind.

"What I actually brought you here for, Kate," Sam began looking in the 
rear view mirror, "Was not to attack you. But you are such a terribly 
attractive young lady. I must admit I've been thinking about you for 
quite some time. However ..." The car suddenly stopped and he turned 
and calmly looked at her. "What I really would like to do is offer you 
a job. One that will be not nearly as demanding as the one you have 
now. One where your beauty and charm will be appreciated. Not to 
mention the pay, which will be in the area of $250 a week to start ..."

Kate remained silent, at first paying no attention to what he was 
saying, but as he continued, she began to wonder how serious he was 
about what he was saying ... not that she was interested ... but still 
...

"You would be my housekeeper, in essence, although not in the old sense 
of the word. I need someone to be a hostess for my parties, to 
coordinate the comings and goings of the servants, to make sure that 
all goes smoothly at my estate. You see, I travel a lot, and ..."

"Mr. Dagon," Kate interrupted icily ... "Aside from the fact that I 
don't want to see you again ... your job offer might be of interest to 
a single girl ... but I am married, a fact that you seem to have 
completely overlooked!"

"Oh, no I haven't overlooked that, Kate," he started the car up again, 
swinging around and heading back out of the park the way they had come.

"You see, I really need a kind of overseer for the grounds, too ... 
actually the job would be perfect for a young couple. I know you can't 
give me an answer now, and I don't want you to, after what just 
happened, but I want you to think about it later ... It might be just 
the thing for you and your husband, until that book of his gets 
published. Oh, yes, and, of course, there are no strings attached. 
Besides, your husband will be there ..."

Kate remained silent until she caught sight of the familiar 
surroundings of Potrero Hill.

"Left at the next corner," she said. She just wanted to get inside her 
apartment and close the door, but still, in spite of herself, Sam 
Dagon's words were swimming around in her mind.

"Again my apologies," Dagon called out of the door and Kate hurriedly 
stepped out in front of the wooden, two story building. "And promise me 
you'll think about what I said!"

Kate kept walking without turning around to look as Dagon pulled away. 
Then as she got to the top of the steps she turned and watched as the 
big car turned the corner. She realized that her knees were weak and 
she felt an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach. Her hand was 
shaking as she placed the key in the lock. She had never in her life 
had such a terrible experience.

*  *  *  *  *

She entered the apartment as quietly as she could. She and Tim had the 
downstairs apartment in the building ... and she could see that Tim was 
most certainly asleep in the bedroom. All the lights were out with the 
exception of the night-light that he kept lit for her in the living 
room. She breathed a sigh of relief that he was indeed asleep, not 
knowing just how to cope with what had just happened. She couldn't 
really tell him about it because she felt oddly responsible for what 
had happened, as though she had led Dagon on ... when she knew that 
that wasn't true. As she tiptoed into the bathroom, she felt the 
strange tremor in the bottom of her stomach again. The memory of 
Dagon's hand touching her sent a chill through her as she closed the 
bathroom door, and she knew that what was really bothering her was the 
fact that she had had a moment of pleasure ... a split second granted, 
but pleasure right on.

She washed hurriedly and put on her nightgown in the bathroom, before 
going into the bedroom. In the darkness, she could make out Tim's prone 
figure tangled in the blankets of the bed. His heavy breathing filled 
the room, and she knew that he wouldn't awaken easily. A stab of anger 
swept through her ... there he was sound asleep, having done nothing 
all day probably ... while she had worked all those hours at Alfie's 
and then had that horrible experience! For a moment it seemed like the 
whole thing was his fault ... his fault for not working at some kind of 
regular job ... any job so that she wouldn't have to be placed in such 
a position.

She turned on a small lamp and stood at the dresser, undoing her cold 
cream jar, Tim's reflection mirrored in the glass before her. As she 
slowly creamed her face, tears welled up in her eyes ... it just wasn't 
fair ... none of it was fair! ... She was tired of being so good, so 
understanding about everything! There spread out on the dresser were 
the turn off notices for the electricity, the overdue rent bill, and 
the water bill which would have to be paid by the end of the week.

"Oh, God," she thought ... "Why can't he take care of it, why do I have 
to even think about it?"

The angry tears streamed down her face as she brushed her long 
glistening hairdo, and then fastened it behind her head with a hair 
piece. She went to the bed and pulled some of the covers away from Jim 
so that she could have some for her side. He grumbled sleepily and 
turned over, taking most of the blankets back with him.

"Damn you ..." she said in a loud fierce whisper... "Damn you, 
anyway!!"



Chapter 2


Kate stirred lazily in bed. It felt so nice and warm beneath the covers 
that she had completely forgotten the events of the previous evening. 
It wasn't until she opened her eyes that the memory of it all came back 
to her in vivid detail.

"Oooooooh," she moaned and turned over? pulling the sheet up so that 
her head was almost covered. Then, she sat up abruptly and looked at 
the other side of the bed. Tim was up ... What time was it anyway? Sun 
streamed in through the window, and she could tell that she had slept 
much later than usual.

The smell of bacon cooking and its unmistakable crackle wafted through 
the air to her nostrils. She pulled up the strap of her nightgown that 
had fallen away to reveal the full, bouncy shape of her left breast, 
and tossed her hair back from her eyes ... it was always coming undone. 
She was about to get out of bed when Tim appeared in the doorway, 
holding in his hand a steaming cup of coffee.

"Good morning, beautiful!" he said, an irresistible, boyish smile 
flashing.

All of Kate's anger and confusion disappeared like magic as she watched 
him coming toward her, placing her coffee on the night table. As he 
leaned close to kiss her, Kate once more studied his handsome, even 
features, his longish sandy hair that would not stay combed no matter 
what, and she felt the old familiar stirring inside, signaling her love 
for her young husband.

"You were so late last night ... I tried waiting up for you ... but 
finally I had to go to bed." His lips brushed her cheek and Kate wished 
they would linger there a little longer.

"I got a lot done yesterday ... almost finished the revision of chapter 
five!"

"Darling," Kate said over her coffee cup. "Last night someone offered 
me a job ... or rather someone offered us a job!" The words came 
tumbling out of her mouth before she knew it. She was surprised ... she 
hadn't even been thinking about that ... At least she didn't think she 
had. But as she spoke the idea seemed to get better and better ... the 
memory of the bills on the dresser ... and the fact that Tim obviously 
didn't want to get an ordinary job just then ... and why should he get 
an ordinary job, she thought, completely reversing her bitter feelings 
of the previous evening ... he's an artist!

The whole story took only a few seconds to tell, but she felt as though 
she had been speaking for ages when finally she fell silent, waiting 
for some reaction from Tim. She did not have to wait long.

"NO!" he said rising and standing defensively over her, his entire body 
tensed. "No!"

Even though she had carefully omitted any mention of what had happened 
in the park, Tim had clearly gleaned the fact that Sam Dagon had a more 
than casual interest in his wife.

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to fall for something like that? That 
creep has hot pants for you ... so he offers you a job ... and I can 
tag along if I want ... Do you think I'm crazy?"

"Oh, honey ... come on ... it's not like that ... Oh, sure, I think he 
likes me ... but I told him about you ... and he knows he couldn't pull 
anything if we're both there. Think of all the time you'd have to write 
... and I wouldn't have to work so hard ... I'd be doing something 
really interesting ... meeting people..."

Will you shut up ...? Damn it! I don't want to hear about it!" Tim 
turned and stormed out the door. From the kitchen came the acrid odor 
of burning bacon, and then the sound of pots being slammed around. She 
heard him go into the living room and slam the door behind him.

Kate sat there for a moment, and then she got up. What a way to start 
the day, she thought ... Each day had been getting progressively worse 
recently and this one was no exception!

She felt like crying again, but she realized that crying would do no 
good. She would have to go in and talk to Tim and try to get him calmed 
down. She slipped on a negligee, one of her many wedding presents that 
showed more of her than it hid, and, wrapping it around her voluptuous 
body, padded barefoot into the hallway to the door that led to the 
living room. She opened the door quickly. Tim was sitting at his desk 
in front of his typewriter pretending to be studying some papers, but 
she could tell that he was just sitting there furious.

She walked up to him and stood behind him, placing her long, slender 
lingers on his neck, massaging gently below his ears.

"Darling," she said ... "I'm so sorry ... Please don't be upset with me 
... I ..."

Tim turned around and buried his face in the sheer folds that covered 
her creamy white belly. The scent of her perfume clung to her gown and 
mingled with her own personal scent creating a potent combination that 
made Tim's blood run faster in his veins. His fury converted to lust as 
he hugged his wife's shapely hips and sighed heavily.

"Baby, I'd sure like a little taste of you right now ..." he said 
huskily.

Kate felt her knees grow weak. It had been so long since he had talked 
to her like that. A violent thrill ran through her as Tim reached down 
to caress her long legs, sliding his fingers up to the back of her 
knees, pushing up under her gown.

"Oh, Tim," she sobbed ... "Honey ..."

His fingers kept moving, and soon Kate slid down to the floor so that 
she was kneeling beside him. She reached up and cupped his face in her 
hands and kissed him as he got down on the floor beside her.

"You sweet little bitch," he said, suddenly rummaging one hand up 
between her legs.

"Ooooooh!" she squealed as the force of his hand pushed her down 
pinning her to the floor.

Tim knelt over her looking down at her squirming body while his hand 
continued to explore beneath her robe.

"MMmmmmmm, wet already," he said, feeling his penis stiffen. His other 
hand searched out her already hard nipples, toying beneath the gown 
with their round little points, feeling the large orbs of her breasts 
jiggling beneath his hand. Suddenly he pinched the red rubbery nipple 
between his finger and thumb.

"Oooooh! Honey, don't be rough this time, please ..." She hated it when 
he was rough with her.

He had been roughest on their wedding night ... after so many months of 
waiting, of petting that went nowhere, since Kate insisted upon saving 
herself for him until their wedding night. As a matter of fact, it had 
taken her several days after that night before Tim could persuade her 
to make love with him again. But once he managed to seduce her again, 
he was gentle and loving with her and she had since come to look 
forward to their lovemaking with slowly growing passion.

There on the living room floor, all their problems no longer mattered 
... now that he was holding her, doing all the small things that she 
had come to expect from him prior to their lovemaking.

She moaned beneath him as he stretched his long thin frame out over 
hers. He began pulling at her gown so that she could feel it beginning 
to rip at the shoulders.

"Wait ..." she said, "wait, darling ..." He sat back, and she hurriedly 
began to pull off first her negligee and then the brief gown of 
matching powder blue that she wore beneath it. She could feel his 
impatience as she finally got everything off and lay nude before him.

He studied her nakedness for a moment, letting his eyes roam hungrily 
over her smooth satiny flesh.

"Oh, honey. I'm going to fuck you soooo good!" he cooed, eyeing the 
reddish-blonde vee-shaped mound of her pubic hair that so cleverly hid 
her secret parts from his sight. His hands went to smooth along her 
slightly quivering stomach, one finger curling inside the indented bud 
of her navel, causing her to jump.

"Oooooo," she moaned, her eyes now clenched tightly shut, her pelvis 
executing little jerky motions in spite of herself. It had been so long 
... even his crude language did not put her off this time as it had so 
often before. She had often wondered where he got such habits, but she 
knew that he must have slept with other women before her, he was such 
an accomplished lover. Most probably he had picked up some things from 
them. But now she didn't mind just as long as he wanted her ... and 
there was no doubt of that now. She could hear him ripping off his 
shirt and pants. The almost obscene, quiet noise of his zipper being 
pulled down, aroused her even more.

"Oh, hurry darling, hurry!" She could feel the cool breeze from the 
living room window drifting over her taut breasts, tantalizing them 
still further. Then suddenly he was on her. His naked body pressed 
tightly against her, pushing her sensitive flesh down into the soft rug 
of the living room floor. His cock was pressed hard against the hair-
lined slit of her pussy, and she pushed up, arching her back as his 
hands went under her round, firm buttocks. His penis was spreading the 
wet vaginal lips apart slowly, allowing the length of it to come in 
direct, searing contact with her waiting vaginal mouth.

"Oh, God you feel good!" he groaned, smashing his lips against her 
mouth and wriggling his hips against hers. And as he kissed her, Kate 
realized how sore her mouth was and there, in the midst of her passion 
for her husband, the memory of Sam Dagon came to her with full force, 
and for that split second it was he who held her buttocks so tightly, 
he who so easily positioned her willing body so that his cock was 
touching at the entrance of her vagina, pushing big and hard, trying to 
enter her.

Tim's cock was getting harder and harder with every second that passed, 
and he couldn't hold back another instant. His hips jerked forward 
suddenly and he drove his long thin cock deep into the open mouth of 
her cunt.

"Aaaaaaaah," she moaned feeling the full length of her husband's penis 
slip wetly into her. His big, long cock slammed up into her cunt to the 
very depths of her inner being, warm and taut, stretching the hot 
fleshy sheath with its rigidity, and she could feel her pussy growing 
wetter with each second.

"Mmmmmmmmngh!" they both let out a simultaneous grunt as his cock 
filled her gently pulsing vagina and struck bottom.

Kate could feel Tim's hanging testicles nudging into the spread crack 
of her upturned ass as she squealed, twisting beneath him with the 
rapture of his animal-like thrust. He withdrew and plunged in again, 
screwing tightly into her straining pussy. And once more, he withdrew 
and plugged her burning cunt with the hardness of his cock.

"Oh, Tim ... Tim," she cried out over and over again. She had almost 
forgotten how good it felt! How could she ever have gone so long before 
their wedding without letting him fulfill her like this. It was like 
magic, this overpowering lust that he brought out in her, that made her 
turn from a demure newly-married bride into a screaming hussy, bucking 
furiously like a wild woman beneath him, arching her body up so that 
more of his hot cock could enter her, urging him on to smack his loins 
against her harder and harder.

She felt totally possessed by him. She was his while his hard body 
blotted her out in a mock struggle during which he would easily subdue 
her, grind her into the floor as though she were nothing ... take her 
and make her scream out with the agonizing pleasure of her defeat.

Tim looked down at Kate as she writhed mindlessly beneath him, her eyes 
were tightly closed and her head tossed back and forth as her hands 
grabbed for his back and then for his hair, pulling him still closer to 
her. Her lips were parted and a lewd wail of pleasure issued from them 
in a steady monotone. He could feel she was beginning to cum as around 
his thrusting cock, her strong vaginal muscles strained and pulled, 
sucking him deeper into the whirling vortex of her cunt, trapping his 
hardened flesh with obscene muscular ripples and twitches.

"God, she's turning out to be a hot little number," he thought. He had 
been worried for a while at the beginning about that, but he needn't 
have bothered he realized.

"Come on, honey ..." he urged, grabbing hold of her bobbing breasts and 
twisting the nipples savagely, ... "come on ... come to Daddy!"

The searing pain in Kate's hardened nipples, sent shock waves through 
her and almost succeeded in blocking the orgasm that had begun to mount 
steadily deep in her squirming belly. But somehow, the pain seemed to 
reach the seething hot-bed of her cunt as a spark that set off an even 
greater ecstasy than she had been feeling before.

"OH OH OH NOOOOooooooooH!" she cried out as she was overcome by the 
shattering sensation of the blunt cudgel of Tim's prick churning inside 
the flaming flanges of her vagina, hitting like a sledge hammer against 
her uptilted cervix, pushing until she could bear it no more. She had 
to give way to it. Suddenly she let loose, and it was like a dam 
breaking, releasing a flood-tide of pleasure that flowed with crashing 
fury throughout her body.

Tim's cock had begun to expand inside his wife's trembling cunt, 
growing bigger and bigger until he thought it might burst from the 
fantastic pressure of lust building in his balls. Kate's legs were 
opening up, scissoring back and forth, then jack-knifed out and around 
over his back as her heels pounded wildly on him. He could tell that 
her orgasm was building and he strove to hold himself back while he 
continued to thrust mercilessly into her.

"Oh, yeah ... oh yeah!" he cried, savoring the delicious feel of Kate's 
wet crotch grinding up to meet his ramming penis. God, he was fucking 
her like he would any little whore off the streets! It sure did feel 
GOOD ... after all that time she made him wait! It still made him mad 
when he thought about it even after all this time.

Suddenly Kate's shapely legs tightened convulsively around his back, 
and her hands clawed at his hair as though she wanted to pull it out. 
He felt her take in a huge lung-full of air and hold it. Then her 
scream echoed throughout the room as she clutched wildly as though 
trying to save herself from the steep plunge of her orgasm.

"Wait for me honey ... wait for me!" he yelled over her voice as the 
muscles of his prick gathered, preparing for the final explosion, and 
let loose a torrent of white hot sperm far up into her quivering belly, 
arching backwards as he pumped the steaming fluid into her receptive 
cunt. Then with a groan, he collapsed onto her still quivering 
nakedness.

They lay silent for a while, their bodies trembling together with the 
memory of their passion.

Finally, Kate opened her eyes, and stroking Tim's back said, "That was 
beautiful ... so beautiful!"

"It sure was," he answered.

He could tell she was going to try to roll out from under him. But he 
wasn't quite ready for her to do that, he wasn't finished yet.

He pushed deep into her cunt again, feeling his prick begin to stiffen, 
at first imperceptibly and then more and more and with a motion of his 
muscles the throbbing member twitched lewdly against her sensitive 
womb.

"OoooooH!" she groaned, as the sensation began to renew itself deep in 
her loins. "Oh, Tim ... l have to go downtown to pay some bills ... 
before ..."

"Fuck the bills!" he said savagely. She sure did make him mad talking 
about bills all the time. He slammed into her soaking wet pussy, 
feeling the juices seeping out around his cock and down the crack of 
her ass.

Kate gasped, the wind knocked out of her by this unexpected thrust. At 
first she was upset by his attitude and the language that he used, but 
then as his hardness slid wetly in and out of her pussy, she began to 
respond in kind to him, once more offering her stretched pink vaginal 
slit to him to use as he saw fit.

Tim was annoyed. What he really wanted to do was to ask Kate to suck 
him. To put his soft cock in her mouth and to feel it grow harder and 
harder between her open lips but he knew that she would refuse, and he 
just didn't feel up to an argument about it. So he stabbed into her, 
venting his anger, enjoying using her as an object this time for his 
own gratification.

A wry smile of satisfaction twisted his lips as he felt Kate swiftly 
begin to approach climax again beneath him. "Good ..." he thought ... 
"Good!"

Then moments later when he had her whimpering beneath him, he had an 
idea.

"Get up!" he commanded, helping her by kneeling back and lifting her 
waist up. He turned her over on her belly before she could begin to 
protest, and then grabbed her by the waist again, pulling her smooth 
round buttocks up to meet him. The sight of her exposed behind sent a 
shiver of lust through him. He knew that she wouldn't particularly like 
being taken from behind ... and that was just why it was going to be so 
good. He poked his rock-hard cock into the gaping entrance to her cunt 
and pulled her back onto it unceremoniously.

"Aaaaaagh!" Kate cried out from the deeper penetration. Her face was 
red, her long blonde hair hanging down to the floor as she unsteadily 
attempted to support herself on her hands and knees while Tim rammed 
into her harder and harder. She felt completely humiliated kneeling 
slave-like before him, her limp body quaking at the strange attack by 
her husband. He had never done this before. It made her feel dirty ... 
like an animal ... There was just something NOT NICE about it!

Tim pulled back, ready to screw into her again, feeling her smooth 
white buttocks shake at each contact with his tightly muscled stomach, 
making a loud SMACK as his long cock sunk into her velvety depths. He 
knew he was going to cum soon, so he quickened his pace, sweat dripping 
from his brow, his smooth chest glistening from exertion. Letting loose 
of her waist, he reached around her torso and cupped his hands around 
Kate's jiggling breasts, squeezing their bulk into her chest and 
pulling her sharply back and down on his rampant prick. He could see 
rivulets of perspiration pouring off of Kate's back as he controlled 
her body by the pressure of his hands on her breasts and his cock in 
her tormented vagina.

Chills rippled along his spine, making him groan as he heard her 
saying, "NO! NO!" and he realized that he must be hurting her, but he 
couldn't stop now. All of him was tensed maddeningly, straining to the 
breaking point as the friction grew hotter up and down on his driving 
cock and each time, he was striking into the softest, most vulnerable 
part of her.

Over and over he moaned, hearing Kate's cries only dimly now, muttering 
incoherently as his blood pounded wildly in his ears. The muscles of 
his stomach felt as though they might snap as suddenly it was 
happening, the warm semen was once more spewing forth in great jerking 
waves from his balls, traveling the full length of his cock and 
streaming into the hot cavern of Kate's cunt.

He screamed something incoherent, and fell forward, forcing Kate's body 
down flat beneath him, and then he lay there on top of her trying to 
catch his breath.

"Whew!" he said ... and then by way of making up to Kate, "you're 
something else, baby ... something else!"

Kate lay beneath him, her breasts hurt from his manipulations and from 
being crushed into the floor, even though the carpet was soft. She felt 
very strange, but how could she really protest to him about what had 
just happened. He seemed to have enjoyed it so much, and she supposed 
that that was all a part of a wife's duty. It was all very odd 
sometimes. So she tried to put her distress out of her mind telling 
herself that she was fortunate to have a husband who loved her and 
desired her so much.

Tim rolled over to the floor, and lay staring at the ceiling for a 
while. He was exhausted but he felt good. He was thinking about what 
Kate had been telling him earlier ... about the two of them working up 
in Petaluma. Hadn't he been just a little too strong in refusing? After 
the scene they had just had, he didn't feel he had too much cause for 
being jealous of Kate ... Besides, he would be around all the time 
anyway. It sure would beat her and her mother nagging him about getting 
a job. He decided to mull it over at least ... and as he lay there he 
drifted into a light sleep.

Kate got up to put her negligee on and went to get a blanket for Tim, 
tossing it over his long nude body. She started to tiptoe into the 
bathroom to shower and dress for what was left of the day before she 
had to go to work that evening, but before she reached the door, the 
telephone rang. She hurried to pick it up before it woke Tim up.

"Hello? Yes, this is Mrs. Tassel ... yes ... well we put a check in the 
mail today ... well, yes ... you'll get it before the twentieth ... 
yes, definitely!" She hung up the phone in disgust. It was the 
telephone company again. There was just no way to stretch the money she 
had to cover all the bills without borrowing from her parents again ... 
and she hated to do that. She stood there thinking ... trying to figure 
out what the best course to take would be, unaware that Tim was lying 
on the floor awake and watching her.

She adjusted her negligee which had fallen away to expose one full pink 
nippled breast and tightened it around her waist. Then with a worried 
expression on her face, she started to leave the room again. But before 
she had taken two steps, Tim said. "If you see Dagon tonight, tell him 
we'll go along with the deal ... on a trial basis!"



Chapter 3


"Are you sure this is the place? It looks awfully fancy so far."

Kate looked down again at the instructions that Sam Dagon had written 
out for her. "Yes, it says turn right ... I keep telling you, it 
probably is very fancy. Mr. Dagon has a great deal of money, I'm sure."

"O.K., O.K. It just seems like we've been driving forever, that's all!" 
Tim felt in a very ill humor, although he was glad to have liquidated 
all of his problems with the apartment back in San Francisco without 
having to borrow to do it. Dagon had given them enough money as advance 
on both of their salaries to take care of everything. But now he was 
having second thoughts ... wondering if he would really be able to 
write here as both Dagon and Kate, had assured him he would.

"Darling, will you relax..." Kate said. "Please! Everything is going to 
be all right!"

"I guess you're right, honey. I'm sorry ... You've just got to admit, 
it's not everyday that a fellow... I mean a couple gets an offer like 
this!"

They had been driving for about five minutes when suddenly there 
appeared over the hill a weathervane atop a high turret, and then the 
turret itself and then rest of the luxurious Tudor mansion of stone and 
rough hewn wood.

"Whew!" Tim let out a long low whistle.

Kate drew in her breath sharply. She had expected it to be beautiful, 
but nothing like this! She shifted excitedly in her seat, peering out 
the window as the car continued along the winding road that led to the 
mansion. They passed horses grazing in fields and what appeared to be 
stables. Kate could hardly contain herself, it was fabulous! And she 
had told Tim to relax! ... For days now she had been in high state of 
nervousness that she made every effort to conceal. When she had 
mentioned the whole project to Tim, she had never in a million years 
expected him to agree to it. And then she had to face with the problem 
of telling Sam about it when he appeared on schedule at Alfie's.

It had been hard to face him ... to tell him that she would work for 
him after all when only the night before he had behaved like such a 
monster. How to reconcile the two things? She decided that a firm 
approach was the best, and she had launched into a long harangue about 
her morality which Sam Dagon promptly put an end to by telling her, 
"Kate, don't worry. You won't have to do anything you don't really want 
to do. Contrary to appearances last night, I don't believe in forcing 
people to do things against their will!"

Then after telling her he would meet with her and her husband the 
following day to arrange everything, he had abruptly returned to his 
lobster, leaving Kate a little bit embarrassed by her school girl 
speech. And now it looked as though everything was going to be just 
fine. They pulled up in front of the house and stopped, uncertain 
whether they should be going to that entrance or one of the others. But 
the big wooden door of the main entrance swung open and Sam came out to 
greet them. He was wearing a navy blazer and gold-colored foulard tied 
around his neck. His dark wavy hair glinted in the fading sunlight. 
Kate couldn't help noticing how handsome he looked ... the Lord of the 
Manor! He was completely at ease, almost so casual that he made them 
nervous as he showed them around. He maintained a steady patter, almost 
as though he were a guide who had repeated the same phrases many times, 
while they tried not to gawk like tourists at the opulent surroundings.

A castle in the Tudor style ... Dagon was saying, "My grandfather had 
these stones brought over piece by piece from England ... a lot of the 
paneling, too. This room we call the Princess' suite because my 
grandfather had a lady friend who was a princess whose name I am not at 
liberty to tell you just now. There are twenty-two rooms here, each one 
specially designed for the people who used to inhabit them at various 
times ... that includes the old servants quarters, which I have had 
remodeled to make a rather comfortable apartment with offices on the 
second floor. This grand hall is rather wonderful isn't it ... Those 
stained glass windows always give me pleasure. We keep the piano in 
good condition, although I don't play it, but my mother used to. 
Actually, the place is pretty much empty most of the time, except for 
the people who stay here to help me take care of it. Of course, I 
entertain fairly often, at which time the rooms may be filled for a day 
or so. Downstairs we have what I call the dungeon ..." he continued 
leading them into a cavern-like area with rough rock walls. "It's the 
bar ... you see ... my own personal discotheque!" He flicked a switch 
and loud rock music came pouring out of hidden speakers in the walls.

"There is more ... but you'll see all that later. Right now you must be 
tired ... and we'll be having dinner shortly."

He led them back up stairs to the top floor where he showed them a 
luxurious suite of rooms that they were to call theirs for the duration 
of their stay.

"I want to get this straight right at the beginning," he told them just 
before he left, "I don't consider you as servants or even employees at 
all . . you are my friends ... and we will have our dinners and meals 
together as do my other guests. As for your functions in this household 
we will go into complete detail about enjoy yourselves while you're 
here ... THAT is one of the primary rules of the house! Dinner in an 
hour folks ... in the big dining room ... oh yes, why not wear 
something special for your first evening here ... after all, it is kind 
of a celebration."

He closed the big oak door behind him with a smile and he was gone.

"Whoopeeee!" Tim grabbed Kate up from the bed where she was sitting and 
whirled her around the room. "Oh, baby ... we hit the jackpot this time 
... look at this room ... and that sitting room ... look at this place! 
It's a dream ... don't pinch me whatever you do ... I don't want to 
wake up." They pranced hysterically for a few minutes, giggling and 
shouting their excitement. Then they went through the three rooms and 
bath that they would occupy, looking in all the cabinets and drawers, 
examining the delicately carved woodwork and furniture. The windows 
were of leaded glass and the entire suite opened out over an enormous 
azure blue swimming pool below. Each room had French doors leading onto 
a stone terrace on which were placed colorful tables and chaises.

They were ecstatic and Kate was doubly happy because it was the first 
time in a long time that she had seen Tim so happy. Things had seemed 
to go wrong from the day or rather the night they were married, and he 
had shown her a dark, sullen side of his nature that she had never 
dreamed existed. She was inwardly proud of herself for having arranged 
this for them, and she hoped that Tim was giving her credit deep down 
inside for their good fortune.

While she relaxed in the deep, old-fashioned tub filled almost to the 
brim with water, she pondered the irony of her adventure with Sam 
Dagon, sending forth a silent prayer of thanks to the powers that had 
made her reconsider his offer.

*  *  *  *  *

A few hours later Tim and Kate were sitting at the long lace clothed 
table in the main dining room. The dinner had been prepared by a 
Parisian Chef, Pierre, who had lived with his wife and daughter in the 
apartment that had been created out of the former servants' quarters.

Dot, their eighteen year old daughter, was the maid whose sole function 
seemed to be to serve meals as decoratively as possible.

Tim and Kate sat facing each other across the table while during the 
dinner of stuffed pheasant and wild rice, Sam sat at the head of the 
table. They were rapidly overcoming the nervousness they experienced in 
the unusual situation due to the copious filling of their crystal 
glasses with vintage wines, one for each course, ending with a dessert 
of delicate lichee nuts served with warm cognac. At the end of it, Kate 
felt slightly tipsy, and she could tell that Tim was downright drunk, 
although he was holding it very well. She felt flushed and excited by 
the dinner, and Sam's elegant, sophisticated dinner conversation ... it 
was very similar to a book she had read once, or was it a movie ... in 
any case, she remembered that Sam's part was played by some romantic 
star and that she had been very impressed with him as an impressionable 
teenager.

Sam proposed that they retire to the drawing room for coffee and 
brandy. As they rose from the table, Kate noticed how Tim staggered and 
frowned across at him. Her look was lost on him, however, since nothing 
could have marred the dazed good mood he was in.

As they entered the drawing room, he clapped his hand confidentially on 
Sam's shoulder, "I've got to hand it to you, Sam," he said ... "You're 
a damned good host."

Kate winced, but noticed that Sam did not seem taken aback by this 
familiarity. Then she remembered his stern speech earlier about their 
being his guests, and she relaxed a little. And as she sank into a big 
leather chair she was glad she had decided to wear her silver dress. 
She knew she looked good in it, but she had had very few chances to 
wear it. She crossed her legs and noticed that she was sunk so far down 
in the chair that a great deal of her thighs showed below the short 
skirt of the dress, and both Sam and Tim were sitting directly opposite 
her. She tried to shift her position so that not so much of her 
stocking flesh was exposed, but after wiggling a bit, she realized that 
there was nothing to be done for it so she forgot about it. Before 
turning the conversation to the many specially bound books lining the 
room, she did attempt to signal to Tim that they should be going 
upstairs soon. The large brandy was making her dizzy, and yet, there 
was a warm, tingling at the base of her spine that made her want to 
snuggle up in the big double bed with her husband. She hoped that he 
wouldn't fall asleep right away.

"Well, my friends, I've told you quite a bit about the house and about 
myself this evening. . . now ... if you're willing, we can discuss the 
future ... what help I'll be counting on you for ... how we can best 
work together ... etcetera."

*  *  *  *  *

Sam sat in his favorite chair contemplating the splendid view of Kate's 
upper thighs ... if he just leaned forward a bit he knew that he would 
be able to see the tender vee at the crux of her legs. "Mmmmmmm," he 
thought ... mentally licking his lips, for he knew that it wouldn't be 
long before he would once more be touching her there. He wondered if 
she ever thought of that evening in the car, and how it affected her if 
she did.

She looked even better than he had thought in the setting of Dagon 
Manor ... and she would look even better as time went on, he mused. Now 
he hoped the subtle additions he had made to Mr. and Mrs. Tassel's 
brandy would soon have the desired effect. He knew that the best thing 
he could do under the circumstances was to continue talking in his low 
monotone until Tim had to leave,

"So you see, you, Tim ... we'll have all the time you like for your 
writing ... I just need to make sure the grounds are kept in the finest 
shape possible ... I'm a Capricorn ... do you go in for that sort of 
thing? Well, whether you believe it or not ... l like order around me 
... A Capricorn trait ... You will have people to help you plan and 
organize and people to do the manual labor that you don't care to do 
yourself ... The main thing that I want to know is that you are 
responsible for these things ... right?"

Sam could see that Tim's eyes were heavy lidded and that his 
perfunctory nod was about all he could muster as an answer.

"Now as for the house, the pool, the stables ... You will largely act 
as a sort of overseer ... Crockett ... the caretaker who has been here 
since my father's time will help you out and show you everything you 
need to know about the place, from the billiard tables in the attic to 
the Cabanas below the swimming pool. Is there anything you'd like to 
ask me this evening?"

"Uh ...!" Tim could barely speak, his words came out in a garbled rush 
... and then he fell silent realizing that he was making no sense. 
"Better ... bed ... sorry ..." he managed to blurt out, lurching 
forward from his chair.

Kate jumped up and ran to help him, and Sam grabbed him by the arm. 
Together they helped him up the large, sweeping stairway, richly 
decorated with hanging tapestries and got him into the bedroom where he 
collapsed on the bed.

Kate stood by, not knowing what to do first ..." I should get him out 
of his things ... Oh, I'm sorry ... Mr... . I mean Sam. I'm sorry this 
had to spoil our first evening here. We're not used to alcohol, you 
know ... and Tim ..."

"My dear, the best of us have these little mishaps. Now I'd suggest you 
help him out of his clothes and in the morning I'll have a special 
breakfast drink prepared for him that will make him feel as good as 
new! Meanwhile, if you feel up to it and wish to continue our little 
talk ... I'll be downstairs for another hour. Otherwise ... have a good 
night's sleep ... and I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night Sam ... Thank you so much for everything ... the dinner ... 
everything ..." She tried to encompass all the gratitude she felt, but 
the whole situation was too much for her. She had never seen Tim this 
way and to have such a thing happen now ... And she wasn't feeling any 
too well herself. It wasn't that she felt ill, it's just that she was 
beginning to feel so strange. She couldn't quite put her finger on it 
... it was a way she had never felt before. As Sam closed the door 
behind him, she looked with dismay at her sleeping husband. Dead to the 
world! And a wave of resentment rose within her. Was their life 
together to be like this always! ... Slowly she bent over to help him 
undress. It was hard, he was like dead weight, but finally she had 
gotten him under the covers. He never wore pajamas so she at least 
didn't have to go through getting him dressed again once he was nude.

Kate pulled the covers up over her husband, and, as she bent over she 
got a sudden 'rush' in her head. It seemed to get everything going in 
her brain, and suddenly she was not only wide awake, but she had so 
many thoughts in her head that she wanted to get them out. She just had 
to talk to someone!

*  *  *  *  *

Downstairs in the library, Sam poured himself a brandy and soda from 
the well-stocked bar, glanced at his pocket watch which told him that 
if all went as he had planned it, Kate should be appearing in the 
doorway within five minutes. The mild stimulant he had given her 
contained a minute portion of a powerful aphrodisiac. Not enough to 
make her do anything she did not really want to do ... just enough to 
make her let her guard down a little. Sam sat down in his chair facing 
the door. He had placed a soothing Bach prelude on the record player 
and its music swelled, filling the room with melodious sound. Sam did 
not expect to have to resort to the use of drugs after this evening. 
It's just that he could accomplish in one evening what it might take 
him several weeks to accomplish otherwise, and he was a very busy man.

He heard a rustle at the door, and from his vantage point he watched as 
the brass door handle turned slowly and the door opened a crack.

"Why, Kate," he said ... "I'm so glad you decided to come down! This is 
the most peaceful part of the day for me ... when the whole house is 
still ... Come in ... don't just stand there!"

Kate pushed the door open further and stepped into the room. She was 
still wearing the short silver dress with the low back she had been 
wearing earlier, but now her hair was curled softly on her shoulders 
the way she had left it when she was brushing it and decided she wasn't 
ready to go to bed yet.

"I ... I just wasn't sleepy yet, somehow ..." she began nervously. Her 
eyes already shining with the brightness of the drug's effect.

She moved over toward the chair she had been sitting in earlier but 
Sam, as he stood up to greet her, insisted that she join him on the 
sofa.

"My mind seems so full of questions to ask you ..." she began, even 
before she had sat down, her words coming quickly. "You know we never 
did get to discuss the details of what you want me to do here ..."

"Yes ... of course ... and what better time than now?" Sam rose from 
the sofa and went to the bar ... "What will you have?"

"Oh, anything... what would you suggest ..."

"Having what I'm having ... a Courvoisier and soda ... wonderful for 
the nerves!" He began to mix and pour and in a short time returned to 
her, holding a tall glass filled to the brim with dark honey colored 
brew.

Kate took the glass and sipped at it cautiously ... "Oh, it is nice," 
she said ... "I've never had that ... In fact, I think I've never had 
so many new things as I've had tonight! ..." She laughed gaily and Sam 
laughed with her, carefully observing her actions for further signs of 
reaction.

"You know ..." she began, completely wired now ... "I wanted to 
apologize to you ... I mean I never would have thought that before this 
moment I would be saying this ... but well ... I'd like to tell you 
that I seriously misjudged you ... I guess you know that ..."

Sam let her rattle on, the sound of her words like music to his ears. 
During the course of their one-sided conversation he got up and 
refilled the glass that she had nervously emptied.

By this time Kate was feeling very odd. She didn't seem to have much 
control over what she was saying and she knew it, but knowing it didn't 
seem to help. Everything spinning in her head just had to get out ... 
disconnected thoughts, bits of phrases ... and now that strange feeling 
she had had earlier in the pit of her stomach was returning. When she 
looked at Sam, his handsome form was blurred, and she blinked her eyes 
trying to get a clearer image of him ... but the blinking only helped 
for a few seconds ... and then everything in the room, including Sam, 
blurred again.

"I guess I should go up to bed now ..." Kate began, but made no move to 
go. She knew that when she got upstairs, she would be faced with Tim's 
snoring body taking up most of the bed ... and the dismal prospect of 
staying awake all alone made her remain where she was.

"Oh, don't go just yet, Kate," Sam was saying ... "You wanted me to 
explain some things about the things you'll be doing ... didn't you?"

Kate blushed deep crimson ... There was a sudden strange tingling down 
between her legs, like an itch, only a little different. "Yes, of 
course ..." she said, shifting her weight on the sofa. "I've been 
talking too much, you've hardly had a moment to get a word in 
edgewise!"

"I like to hear you talk," Sam answered. Then he embarked upon a 
thorough explanation of what he would expect from her in the next few 
days. As he spoke, Kate tried not to fidget too much on the couch ... 
She thought to herself that she must remember never to drink as much 
again as she had that evening. It did such odd things to her ... She 
was having a hard time listening to what Sam was telling her, the 
pressure between her thighs was growing and making her more and more 
uncomfortable. "What's happening to me?" she wondered ... feeling 
panicky as Sam inched closer to her as he continued talking. She felt a 
distinct attraction to him building inside her, an attraction that she 
had never expected to have ... after all, she was a married woman ... 
her husband was asleep upstairs ... She should be leaving, going 
upstairs too ...

Sam sensed her tensing and in order to prevent her rising, he slipped 
his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him. Kate was shocked by 
what was happening, but she was more shocked that she made no move to 
resist. Something was making her totally incapable of resisting! She 
could feel her breasts pressing softly against Sam's chest.

"Oh God!" she said.

"What's wrong," Sam whispered into her ear.

She couldn't manage to say anything. Little pinpoints of unwanted lust 
were racing through her, arousing her body in spite of her desires to 
the contrary. They stayed like that without moving for what seemed to 
be forever, as Sam squeezed her tightly to his body. She almost didn't 
dare to breathe for fear she would make a gesture that would make 
everything worse, even more explicit than her remaining unmoving in 
this man's arms.

Fear swelled in her throat as she felt another stab of desire penetrate 
down between her thighs. Tiny tears filled her eyes as she stared 
unseeing into Sam's velvet lapel, breathing in his strong masculine 
scent with quivering nostrils.

Without saying a word, Sam reached out for Kate's glass and brought it 
to her lips. She let herself fall limply against him and drank in 
desperation. Perhaps the liquor would give her courage to fight ... to 
leave ... There was no excuse for what she was doing. She couldn't do 
this to Tim! The brandy burned its way down her throat she drank it so 
fast, and she felt it speeding through her blood. It did seem to calm 
her some, but she still did not move from the warmth of Sam's arms. She 
felt oddly humiliated, something akin to the way she had felt that 
night in his car, only this was worse ... this time she was a party to 
it.

Sam slipped his hand up her bared back, smoothing it along her silky 
skin, then he brought it down and cupped it under her breast. He could 
tell by her shiver that it wouldn't be long now before she was just the 
way he wanted her. Too bad he had to resort to artificial means of 
getting her to do what she really wanted to do but didn't have the guts 
to do on her own, he thought!

The combination of brandy, and the drugs she had unknowingly consumed 
began to turn her body into a bundle of raw nerve ends. She could 
hardly believe what was happening, and yet something in her was hoping 
that it would continue. She could feel Sam's warm hand begin to move 
down inside the front of her dress and under her bra to the nakedness 
of her breast. It was as though she was watching it happening to 
someone else ... but the delicious feeling racing through her belonged 
to her and her alone. Suddenly he was manipulating her tiny hard 
nipples, rolling them like little balls between his thumb and 
forefinger. His tongue was whirling in her ear, teasing it with his 
saliva, and then a trail of wet traced across her cheeks and his mouth 
was locked to hers.

There was no sense trying to twist away. The force of his tongue deep 
inside her mouth made it impossible for her to move her head, even if 
she had wanted to. It was just too much. Her mind was filled with a 
haze of excitement and still a corner of it turned to her husband 
upstairs. What if he were to wake up and find her gone? What if he were 
to find them? She knew that Tim would kill her if he ever found her 
with another man. And yet, she found her tongue responding, pushing 
obscenely against Sam's. Small pin pricks of sensation emanated from 
her nipples as Sam continued twisting them alternating from one breast 
to the other beneath her dress. Sam sucked back at her tongue, drawing 
it deep into the cavern of his mouth and Kate began to feel an animal-
like sense of abandon welling up in her. She knew that could do nothing 
to stop this deep wonderful kiss. No one had ever kissed her like this 
... ever. The kiss went on and on, Sam's tongue moving about in 
unending random patterns in her wide open mouth. And she was grateful 
that nothing more was happening, the way she was feeling, she was apt 
to do anything ... ANYTHING... A lewd picture of herself and Sam lying 
naked on the floor, her raw nerve-endings throbbed violently. She 
pushed the picture out of her mind as quickly as she could, but it was 
no use. She knew that she had hopelessly compromised herself, just by 
thinking such a thought!

Finally Sam withdrew his lips from hers, leaving her panting, gasping 
for breath, still caught up in his arms. Then a sudden twitch between 
her legs and she tried to press them together as tightly as possible.

"Please ... please don't," she stammered. But his hand was already 
plunging down her back and beneath the slick material of her dress to 
the soft nether cheeks of her buttocks. He cupped her from behind, one 
round moon-shaped buttock in each hand, and pulled her still closer to 
him.

Sam continued his firm massage, realizing that any hesitation now could 
mean the whole game. He chuckled inwardly as he felt Kate's smooth 
skinned buttocks, his fingers tapping and kneading the soft flesh as 
though he were examining some rare material. He shifted his body so 
that there was more room for both of their bodies and then he scooped 
Kate's unresisting body down and over, so that her legs spread sideways 
and she was herself lying on the couch next to him, then he pressed his 
own body down beside hers so that she could feel the rising hardness 
beneath his pants pressing against her moistened genitals.

Kate felt as though she were sinking into a bottomless abyss. Her eyes 
were now tightly shut, as though she could avoid what was going on by 
not seeing, but Sam renewed pressure on her breast causing her to moan 
softly in helpless submission. It was all too much for her. What on 
earth could she do!

"No! NO ..." the words formed in her mind, but could not come to her 
lips as the hardness of Sam's bulging cock rose and nudged at her 
trembling lower belly, and another voice was urging ... "Yes, yes!" She 
gasped as she felt Sam's fingers come into searing contact with her 
upper thighs, then she felt a finger slowly slipping under the elastic 
leg-band of her panties and she made a feeble attempt to jerk away from 
his hand, squirming back and whimpering as the thick digit moved 
relentlessly on and finding the narrow slit of her pussy, slipped 
comfortably into the moist split between the small soft pillows of 
flesh tufted with pubic hair and making electrifying contact with the 
small, pulsating head of her clitoris.

"Mmmmmmaah!" she moaned out, unable to hold back the loud groan of 
excruciating pleasure that she felt. Tears streamed down her cheek as 
Kate saw herself as though in a mirror, reacting to the wonderful 
delicious feel of his hands as they steadily caressed her nipples and 
her vagina. Her hips began to rotate in an odd rhythmic motion as his 
hand worked harder and harder among the sensitive folds of her pussy.

"Oh, God ... oh God!" she thought ... no other man had ever made her 
respond like this ... no one but Tim ... and even Tim had never made 
her feel what she was feeling now!

Her voice suddenly returned and, in desperation, straining to get the 
words out before another sigh of pleasure escaped her lips ... she said 
haltingly, "No, Sam ... I can't do this ... don't!"

She thought he was going to suddenly press his penis deep into her and 
make her right there on the couch and something inside her desperately 
wanted that to put an end to the unbearable yearning between her now 
widely spread and flailing thighs but Sam had other plans. He continued 
rummaging about between her legs until he knew she was wild out of her 
head, and then, he stopped.

Kate felt the cold air replacing the warm wetness of Sam's hand on her 
thirsting vagina, and she was left hanging in mid-air, her legs still 
obscenely spread, skirt high around her waist, helplessly waiting for 
more of the unwanted pleasure that the drug racing in her veins 
demanded. Sam stood up and took in the lewd sight of this prim and 
proper girl, and it did his heart good to see her that way. The bulge 
of his huge cock against his trousers made him contemplate what it 
would feel like plunged deep inside her tight young cunt. But there was 
plenty of time for that, he thought. On this first occasion, he wanted 
to do something special ... something that he was sure Kate had never 
even considered doing before.

He bent over and quickly pushed her dress up around her waist and 
panties down from her hips, pulling them over her legs and off, 
throwing them to the floor beside the sofa. There, spread temptingly 
before him, was the burnished gold of Kate's pussy, neatly framed by 
two of the most fabulous thighs he had ever seen.

"My, you certainly are a nice addition to the family ..." he mused. 
Then he reached down again and pulled Kate into a sitting position. 
Kate looked at him, wide-eyed with fright and unsatisfied longing. She 
was so emotionally upset that she could only let herself be manipulated 
like a big beautiful puppet.

"Wha-what are you going to do?" she managed to stammer.

"You'll see!" Sam replied. "Do you like this selection?" he asked 
nonchalantly, referring to the music which continued to pour forth from 
the speakers into the room. "Handel's Water Music ... superb rendition, 
I might add!" And with that he knelt down in front of Kate and 
carefully spread her long slender legs so that there was one on each 
side of his head.

Kate was dimly aware of what was happening. She remained slouched down 
in the soft of the cushions, the cool leather touching against her 
bared buttocks. She could see Sam's full head of black hair bending 
down, and then, she knew with certainly what was going to happen. 
Something so obscene, she had never dared think that it would ever 
happen to her! His lips were pressing against her lower belly, creating 
a wet chill that spiraled the length of her spine.

With a small cry, she quickly tangled her hands in his thick hair in an 
attempt to push his head back, but her hands only seemed to make the 
inevitable happen taster, for his lips were now at the tender moistness 
of her helpless pussy, parting the soft silky pubic hair, salaciously 
darting his tongue into the burning crevice of her vagina.

His palms pushed against the inside of her quivering thighs to prevent 
her closing her legs as he warmed to his lewd task and began a slow 
tortuous teasing with his tongue and lips of her secret pink vaginal 
flesh.

Kate lay back, her eyes wide with disbelief ... it was all over, she 
thought ... there was nothing worse that could happen to her, nothing 
more hideous. She attempted to jerk backwards, a low groan escaping 
from her lips as the strange wetness of his mouth against her ragged, 
pink-edged cunt drove her mind into an uncontrolled madness of the 
flesh.

"OOOooo oh God ... oh, NOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, whimpering and 
squirming beneath his attack, while Sam greedily licked at her delicate 
private genitals, enjoying her screams to the fullest. When she kicked 
her legs out and tried to escape him, it only served to help wedge his 
head deeper between her legs.

Kate groaned over and over, her hands pulling at Sam's hair, her back 
arched as much as possible, but still the depravity continued. "I can't 
... I can't stand it!" she screamed. "NO!"

But still the agile tongue worked at her defenseless cunt, spearing in 
and out of her widespread vagina, slipping back and forth over the head 
of her throbbing clitoris. And Kate knew that she could never be the 
same after this ... never! Tears streamed down her cheeks, the mascara 
she had so carefully applied earlier streaked black smudges in tiny 
trails along her face. She watched Sam's head bob strangely up and 
down, and waggle-back and forth between her spread legs. And as she 
looked, a tiny tremor of perverted lust sparked inside her again in 
spite of the God awful act that was being forced upon her, and she knew 
just as surely as she could feel Sam's lips nibbling softly at her cunt 
that she was lost. The knowledge grew as the unwanted sensations 
mushroomed in her belly rushing up to overcome her with an overwhelming 
torrent of lust.

Sam could feel the sudden surrender of Kate's body as her muscles grew 
slack and her hands loosened on his head. Without releasing her ravaged 
pussy from its unrelenting attack, he raised his eyes in time to see 
Kate's eyes roll back as a violent shudder overtook her body and her 
legs drew up and flailed out even wider in complete subjugation.

The humiliation and shame that she felt was replaced by an outright 
wantonness, and yet, deep down, she could almost watch her own shameful 
performance. But the forbidden heat in her loins was undeniable and 
although she was degraded beyond her wildest dreams, it was impossible 
to stop the ripples of pleasure that traversed her outraged body.

Sam increased his attack, doubling his ferocious nuzzling of Kate's 
tight, widespread crotch. He would show her the kind of pleasure she 
could expect from now on, he thought. Little hypocritical wench! Before 
he was through with her, she would be coming to him every day to beg 
him to do this to her and more to her!

Kate had begun to screw her pelvis up toward Sam's face, pushing 
steadily as though she wanted to get inside his mouth.

"Aaaaa! Unnngg!" she moaned over and over, tiny goose-pimples forming 
on the surfaces of her skin, beads of perspiration starting out on her 
forehead. She sobbed and trembled, completely out of control, caught in 
the raging fire that threatened to devour her. Her lovely pale white 
thighs jerked up as with a low wail of surrender, she placed them 
around Sam's shoulders pulling his wagging head still closer to the 
tortuous turmoil in her straining pussy.

All thoughts of her sleeping husband upstairs were gone, burned in the 
licking flames that surrounded her shamelessly aroused body, as she 
bucked her hips up into the wonderful piercing pleasure that she had to 
have.

"OHOHOHOHhhhhh!" she cried wildly brushing the tender bush of her cunt 
into Sam's waiting mouth, while he happily obliged, thinking with 
amusement of how Kate would feel about all this in the morning. He made 
a mental note to take care of that husband of hers so that he would not 
interfere with his future plans for Kate. He watched, delighted, as 
Kate's face paled, her mouth hanging slack as she felt the first 
beginning stabs of orgasm building inside her belly. He would see to it 
that it would be only one of many that she would have that night and in 
the coming days ahead.



Chapter 4


"Well, you don't look as bad as your head feels!" Tim mumbled looking 
at himself in the bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth. Kate was 
sure knocked out, too. She was still asleep! Fine way to start out 
their first day of work, he thought. As he shaved rapidly he tried to 
remember just how he had gotten to bed the night before, but the 
details were very fuzzy.

"Oh, well, I can only hope that I didn't make too much of a fool out of 
myself!"

He heard something like a soft tinkling bell coming from the other room 
...

"What the..." he put down his razor and went through the bedroom where 
Kate was still deep under the covers and into the living room of their 
suite. The tinkling sounded again and he realized that someone was at 
the door. He adjusted his robe and undid the latch.

"Well, good morning!" Dot looked up at Tim's half-shaven face with 
amusement. She put her hand up to her mouth in an effort to stifle a 
giggle. "Sam asked me to bring you this ..." her words came out in a 
thick but charming French accent, as she proffered a small tray 
containing a large goblet of a murky looking liquid.

"He says, it tastes God awful, but you'll thank him later!"

Tim reached out and took a sip of the drink while Dot stood watching.

"Some service!" he thought, taking in Dot's low neck-lined sweater that 
offered up two plump twin globes like juicy melons. Her skirt was so 
short he could swear he'd seen her behind when she turned around.

"Pthah!" he almost gagged on the strange drink, but managed to get some 
of it down. Dot doubled up with laughter and Tim's displeasure with the 
drink was not enough to make him fail to notice that her breasts almost 
popped out of her sweater when she laughed. God, she's not wearing any 
bra, he thought ... and with knockers that size!

"It leaves something to be desired," he told her about the drink. "But 
I'll take it ... thanks ..."

"Oh, yes, and Sam also said to just get acquainted with the grounds ... 
look around. He will not be back until tomorrow ... away on business 
... but Crockett will be able to give you a lot of information also ... 
I will be happy to be of help!"

"And I will be happy to have you help me!" Tim answered, mocking Dot's 
accent.

"Good!" she said, giving him a flirtatious wink as she turned to walk 
away.

Tim stood in the doorway so he could watch her go down the hall, and 
Dot, knowing that he was watching, turned and smiled at him. "I will 
meet you at the greenhouse at three."

"It's a deal ..." Tim called after her, thinking what a cute little ass 
she had.

He went back into the bathroom to finish his shave and when Kate still 
hadn't awakened when he had finished he decided it was time to get her 
up ...

"Hey honey ..." he shook her gently ... "Come on, it's almost noon!"

"MNnnnnnn," Kate groaned and turned over. "I don't feel well. Tim ..."

"Too much to drink, eh? Well ... Sam sent me up some stuff ... maybe 
you want some too ... supposed to be good for a hangover!"

Kate remained silent. Sam's name was enough to freeze her in a kind of 
catatonic state. The horror she felt about what had happened the night 
before was too great for her to be able to face up to it as yet. It had 
almost been daylight when she had finally left the library and wearily 
and trembling with fatigue had sneaked into bed beside her husband. How 
could she explain to herself what had happened? Her thighs and calves 
were still sore from being wound about Sam's neck for so long, and 
there was a throbbing ache between her legs that reminded her of the 
excruciating pleasures that had been torn from her far into the night. 
How could she ever have let such a thing happen? She could barely look 
Tim in the face, afraid that her eyes would tell what had happened.

"Say ... I didn't pass out in the library last night, did I?" Tim 
asked, handing his wife the tall goblet that Dot had given him.

"Uh ... no ... You were just a little groggy, that's all," Kate 
answered, preoccupied with her own problems. She took a sip of the 
drink. "Ugh ...! It's awful ... what is it ...?"

"Something Sam sent up ... I told you. He's gone out of town until 
tomorrow, but he sent it up before he left."

Tim was looking in the mirror adjusting a new turtleneck sweater that 
he had bought especially for the country life. "He says we should just 
get familiar with the place today ... what a guy! I gotta hand it to 
you honey ... this is really a far out deal!"

Kate took another sip of the foul-tasting drink. Her head did seem to 
be clearing some. At least Sam was away ... she wouldn't have to face 
him that day anyway.

"Honey, I'm going downstairs and start looking around ... You take your 
time ... I guess you just let Pierre know when you want something to 
eat. I'll see you later!" He pecked Kate on the cheek and hurried out 
the door, scarcely waiting for a reply.

Kate sat up in the big double bed with its soft down pillows and burst 
out crying. She was so ashamed she didn't know what to do and Tim's 
enthusiasm made everything still worse! Huge sobs wracked her body as 
the tears kept coming.

As new images of the depravity she had indulged in came popping into 
her mind, her tears renewed themselves, multiplying and cascading down 
to the pale pillow case.

*  *  *  *  *

Tim had had a very agreeable discussion with Crockett who had shown him 
the inner workings of Dagon Manor from the huge furnace to the enormous 
attic. He had taken him down by the stable to introduce him to the 
stable hands who lived in bunkers and to the more than thirty beautiful 
horses there. The ruddy cheeked old man enjoyed telling him stories of 
the way the place had been in the 'old days' but he agreed that young 
Sam Dagon wasn't doing a bad job of keeping up the old traditions. 
Crockett also showed Tim the area that he might wish to use as office 
space, just below the suite he and Kate had and looking directly out 
into the pool. There he found all the pertinent data concerning 
employees who came in daily or on a weekly basis; when the floors were 
waxed; the linen sent out, etc. Some of this he realized would come 
under Kate's domain and these things he put aside.

He had lunch in the office by himself after discovering that Kate 
planned to remain in her room upstairs most of the day . Women! He 
would never understand them. Here they were in the best set-up that 
anyone could imagine and she was moping about upstairs! He hoped she 
would straighten out by the time Sam got back the next day!

When he had rearranged some of the priceless furniture that filled his 
new office, Tim looked at his watch and saw that it was almost three 
o'clock. He didn't want to pass up his appointment with Dot! He opened 
the leaded glass windows and stepped onto the terrace of the swimming 
pool, walked around it and down a grassy sloping hill to the 
greenhouse.

The fresh California air filled Tim's lungs and he felt good ... better 
than he had felt in ages ... This is the life, he thought ... this is 
really the life! ... Tomorrow he would get out his typewriter and start 
working ... it was going to be a beautiful summer ... just beautiful!

As he neared the greenhouse, he let out his characteristic low whistle. 
"Speaking of beautiful!" he said out loud.

Dot was sitting on the grass by the door of the greenhouse waiting for 
him. She wore a different outfit from the one she had had on that 
morning ... but it was every bit as brief, if not more so. A tight red 
sweater with matching skirt that barely came to the tops of her thighs. 
As Tim approached, he could see that she was wearing matching red 
panties underneath the skirt.

Pity, he thought.

"Bonjour!" Dot smiled up at him, her eyes squinted from the sun shining 
directly over Tim's shoulder.

"I'm afraid I don't speak any French ..." Tim began, sitting down 
beside her.

"Good!" she answered ..." I will teach you then ... we will start out 
with bonjour ... O.K.?" Her laughter swelled pleasantly and resounded 
over the surrounding meadows.

Tim looked at the girl carefully. Her dark hair was clipped closely to 
her head so that she looked like an elf, with her little uptilted nose 
and big wide black eyes.

"I think you're making fun of me!"

"Of course! Why not? That is why we are here ... Is is not?"

Taken aback Tim answered good-naturedly, "I guess so ... Yes, I guess 
so!" He wondered if she was Sam Dagon's girl ... probably so, he 
figured.

"You are wondering if I belong to Monsieur Sam, are you not?"

Tim jumped ... what was she, a damned mind-reader? "Well, I was 
thinking ..."

"You don't have to think. I will tell you what you want to know ... 
just say what you have in your head. You are very handsome ... I like 
your hair!" Her hand went up to ruffle lightly through Tim's hair. Her 
eyes glinted devilishly, and Tim knew she was enjoying playing with 
him. She reminded him of a young kitten.

"Say ... why are you called Dot? That's not French."

"Monsieur Sam ... he thought it fit me ... My real name is Marie-
Claire. Would you like to take a walk?" she asked suddenly. "And I can 
show you the gardens ... a beautiful day like this ... you will want to 
see all the flowers!" She jumped up and began walking slowly in front 
of him, her pert hips swaying saucily as she bounced jauntily along. 
Tim got to his feet and followed her toward the high hedges of the 
English garden. By the time they entered the garden Tim had gotten a 
wonderful enlightening vision of Dot's full, voluptuous young buttocks.

His mind was full of vague questions about her. He wondered if she was 
really as provocative as she seemed, or if she was just playing a game. 
Also, if she was Sam's girl? ... But they were in the midst of a 
fabulous garden of high thick hedges now, and Tim looked about him 
curiously. He had seen pictures of gardens like this, but never the 
real thing. It was overpowering. They passed through the rose garden's 
sweet smelling profusion and went on to the beginnings of another high-
hedged area.

Dot turned to him, smiling broadly ... "It is a maze! Pretty, n'est-ce-
pas? Come on!" She grabbed his hand and led him deep into the maze of 
hedges until Tim was no longer sure which way was the way out. Then 
after a few minutes of walking, she suddenly stopped short.

"Ooooh!" she cried, beginning to hop on one foot.

"What's the matter?" Tim asked, catching up with her out of breath from 
their breakneck pace through the hedges.      ~ .

Dot leaned heavily against him. "Oh, it is my foot ... I must have 
twisted my ankle the wrong way!"

"Well ... uh ... don't put any weight on it ... here ... let's sit 
down. I'll have a look at it!"

They sat in a nook beside one of the many gravel paths and Tim took 
Dot's foot in his hand and tried to see if he could see anything wrong 
... But before he could begin to examine the small fragile ankle, Dot 
threw her arms around his neck and drew him toward her, toppling him 
over onto her on the ground.

In his surprise, Tim hardly had time to protest, even if he had wanted 
to. He did have a few brief moments of guilt, thinking about Kate back 
at the house, upstairs in her room, but once Dot had inserted her sharp 
little tongue between his lips, all he could think about was the 
writhing young flesh that urged his own stirring body to respond.

His hands flew quickly to the two tempting breasts that he had had his 
eyes on before. God she felt good. He had never had a French girl 
before, and he could tell by the way his cock was standing at attention 
that he was more than just curious to see what it would be like. They 
were lying so that his thigh was pressed between her squirming legs, 
and she bumped her pelvis up to him so that he could feel the 
unbearable friction against his steadily hardening cock.

Dot pulled her mouth back from him. "MMMMmmmmmmmm!" she cooed ... "You 
are so nice ... You get the idea right away!"

Tim tried to fight back a slight feeling of shock at her words. He 
could hardly pretend he disapproved of what she was doing ... since he 
was going along so wholeheartedly ... but, yet, deep down, he did in a 
way that he didn't really understand himself. He had both her breasts 
in his hands now, and he kneaded them hungrily, enjoying the cushiony 
feel of the little conical mountains of pleasure. He pushed his hands 
beneath her sweater and glided over her warm, naked skin to the 
tightened balls of her nipples and grabbed them between nervous 
fingers.

Dot pulled him ever tighter to her, running her small eager hands over 
his back, exploring the hard muscle and bone of him. Tim could feel the 
tense cords of her thighs pulsing against his hips, and in a frenzy of 
passion, he forced his hands beneath her straining buttocks, feeling 
the rippling sinew beneath her softness.

"O.K., honey ..." he muttered between clenched teeth ... "Whatever you 
want!" he groaned as his hands were pulling down the small red panties 
that stood between him and paradise. Then the flatness of her belly was 
wriggling up close to him, her long nails tearing along his back 
beneath his sweater. Now his hands were cupping the nakedness of her 
ass as he strained the opening of her crotch ever closer to his 
hardening cock. With a flick of one hand he swiftly pulled down the 
zipper of his fly and let his stiff prick bob out to meet Dot's willing 
flesh.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" he heard her moan as the hot tip of his cock touched 
between her legs..."Quel homme!..." His hand shoved into the wet 
sensitive slit of her pussy, wallowing in the heat of the gently 
throbbing area.

"Oh, honey ..." he panted, "that's nice!"

The French girl moaned softly beneath him, mewling soft words in French 
that he knew by instinct were words of encouragement.

Her hips were jiggling and her ass was revolving in a lewd invitation 
that made his cock jump wildly against her widespread crotch, grazing 
his still rummaging hand. Suddenly her long legs were wrapping around 
his back and he could feel a small hand on his cock, rapidly 
positioning him so that he was guided into the secret opening of her 
young. vibrant cunt.

"Vite! Vite!" she called, "quickly, my cheri ... quickly!"

Tim groaned above her as he felt the smooth rubbery head of his cock 
stuff into the tightness of the small girl's gently throbbing pussy. It 
seemed that it would never fit into her ... but Dot continued to grunt 
and push steadily up against him as the still rising cock parted the 
soft silky hair of her vagina and the blood-filled head slowly sunk 
into the warm wet depths of her cunt. As soon as Tim felt the elastic 
flesh of her pussy giving away, he plunged headlong into her, entering 
with a wet, slushing noise, the full length of his rigid member, 
jerking up until it crashed hard against the very bottom of her hot 
young cunt.

Dot growled low and animal-like beneath him, and he watched her eyes 
roll back in their sockets while her vagina seeped more wetness around 
his rigid member, oiling the passage for him. She twisted her loins 
forcing Tim's cock to poke at her yearning insides from various angles.

God, it felt good! Tim could feel sweat standing out on his forehead 
and he knew his sweater was going to be soaked, but with this little 
bitch jumping around him like a wild filly he couldn't have cared less. 
There was an insane intensity about her that made his blood boil. It 
was all he could do to keep from cumming right away into the bottom of 
that little hell-hole of her cunt!

"Oh ... yessssssss!" Dot hissed. "Yesssssss, fuck me ... fuck me good!"

Tim wondered who had taught her those words ... Sam, he guessed. Well, 
he'd give her a fucking she'd remember the next time Sam was on top of 
her!

He skewered hard into her wide-spread cunt, forcing his long cock to go 
deeper still and at the same time he pulled her buttocks up higher, 
twisting them around savagely so that he could slap his balls up 
against them as the blunt cudgel of his cock possessed her. He enjoyed 
the idea of fucking another man's woman. It seemed to make it feel even 
better, and he was getting quite a sense of power out of Dot's long low 
screams of mixed pain and pleasure. His hips ground down onto her as 
with long smooth strokes he pistoned like a maniac into her upturned 
pussy. He was determined to fuck her within an inch of her life!

Dot moaned in an unending series of sounds under his pounding assault 
and he knew he was getting the effect that he wanted as she desperately 
opened and closed her legs around his back. An exquisite pleasure grew 
as the silken sheath of her vagina slid back and forth over his 
thrusting penis and the slapping sound he made each time he pinned her 
to the ground echoed throughout the hedges around them. Well, she had 
asked him for it! Now she was getting it. He flung himself down upon 
her once more, feeling his cock expanding deeper and deeper inside the 
young French girl's flooded pussy.

"Ommmmph!" she moaned, the wind knocked out of her, and then, "oh, 
harder, darling ... oh, mon amour ... harder!"

He could hardly believe his ears, "I'll kill her if I fuck any harder!" 
he thought. But still he pulled back out of her, leaving only the very 
tip of his cock touching the small circle of muscle sphincter that 
surrounded the entrance of her vagina, then sitting back on his knees, 
he pulled her up, suspending her small well-built body over his 
upstanding penis. Then he brought her entire body down savagely onto 
it, spearing her brutally as hard as he could.

"Aaaaaaaagh!" she screamed ... "Oh! Oui! C'est ca! That's right, that's 
right!" she cried over and over as he continued to bring her down to 
him, until he thought he would go mad. He was watching her pixie face 
contort with the agony of her lust, her short hair all mussed and 
standing out all over her head, face glistening with perspiration, 
while her cunt seeped wetness down along the rigid shaft of his cock 
and onto her curly pubic hairs that disappeared and reappeared as he 
swiftly skewered her body up and down yoyo-like.

"Cheri, I'm cumming ... cummmmmingggg!" she screamed suddenly, flinging 
her head back and arching herself backwards so that Tim thought they 
would almost topple over. The rough ground was cutting into his knees 
and every muscle in his body ached as he continued to bring her 
crashing down onto his almost bursting cock, but he was in a frenzy of 
lewd excitement as Dot's crotch squirmed on and around his rock-like 
masculinity, her pink-stretched vaginal slit wide open for the 
battering he was giving it.

Then he felt her explode around him, and she was a mass of 
uncontrollable words and wriggles, shaking her body in an odd 
uninhibited dance of abandon. She gurgled strangely, her hands and 
mouth all over him, kissing, stroking, pulling, kneading, scratching, 
as her orgasm invaded and overtook her entire being. He had never 
experienced anything like it, it was all he could do to keep from 
filling her hot young belly at the same time. But something told him it 
would be better if he waited ... There was more he had in mind for her 
before they were through.

The French girl's body seemed to convulse for a long time and then was 
finally still. She lay slumped in Tim's arms, getting her breath back, 
while his long cock still pulsed quietly deep up inside her quivering 
cunt.

"Aaaaah!" she moaned, sliding backwards as Tim released his hold on 
her. He pulled out of her pussy, his hardness still aching along the 
warm, wet corridor. He was about to flip her over on her belly to take 
her the way he had done his wife the other day, when Dot reached up and 
grabbed hold of his cock. He almost shot a stream of sperm right into 
the air, but was able to hold himself back again, when he saw that she 
was pulling herself up to her knees.

"Hey ... what!" His mouth remaining hanging open as Dot slowly began to 
run her tongue along the smooth head of his swollen cock making a 
burning circle along the sensitive surface.

"Oh, God!" he murmured as the warmth of her breath enveloped his rod 
and Dot's hands began to play along the full length of it. Then she 
took small licks at the engorged bluntness of its head, like she was 
licking at a candy bar.

"Oh, my God!" he repeated as the delicious sensation rose steadily 
inside his tormented cock. "Your mouth feels like hot butter."

Her fingers were working steadily at his thick foreskin, pulling it 
back and forth almost to the top of his cock and then letting it slide 
back so that his hardened penis arched tautly into her waiting mouth. 
Then her lips smothered his entire cock, and her head moved with great 
deliberation downward, allowing the full length of his disappearing rod 
to be engulfed by her mouth .

Tim's hard long prick lay trapped by the smooth encasement of Dot's 
mouth and throat. He could feel the sharp tantalizing edges of her 
teeth as they toyed with the bulk of his shaft.

"Ooooooh!" he moaned. He had never imagined that she would be doing 
this to him. If only he could get Kate to do it, then he would have it 
made! God, she really knew what she was doing! He could see the top of 
her head moving up and down, and every now and then when she came up, 
she would look up at him as if to make sure that he was enjoying it.

The hot, wet contact of her mouth manipulated him expertly and he kept 
wondering how she was getting the full length of him so far inside her 
throat without choking. She sucked hard and then soft, dry and then 
wet, until Tim felt himself tingling from the tip of his toes to the 
top of his head. He wondered if there would be anything left of him 
once she had finished.

When he could bear it no more, he grabbed her small dark head in his 
hands with a low growl of lust, and, pushing his pelvis up, he rammed 
the spongy head of his cock so far into the depths of her throat that 
he could feel her jaws straining to accommodate it, and she sputtered, 
choking with the bulk of it. But he held on tight. He could feel the 
semen coming from far away, coming fast as his body was inundated with 
the liquid heat of orgasm.

"Yeah! Yeah!" he cried as he plunged obscenely into her wide open 
mouth. "Oh, suck it, baby ... suck it!" And with one last back-breaking 
thrust he jammed his jerking cock into her mouth and when it had 
touched the very back of her throat he spewed forth stream after stream 
of the hot liquid semen deep down into the gulping recess of her 
choking gullet.



Chapter 5


"Good-bye Kate ... Be seeing you soon," Sam Dagon put the receiver down 
softly in its cradle. She was working out just fine. He had been right 
about staying away. It had been two weeks since that night in the 
library, and his absence had enabled her to get over the initial shock 
of her first night at Dagon Manor.

He put a match to the tip of one of his specially blended cigars and 
leaned back to watch the evening news on the color TV in his suite at 
the Fairlaine. His business had been completed days ago, but as he was 
particularly anxious to have his plans for Kate work out just as 
smoothly as possible, he remained in San Francisco a little while 
longer.

Giving her the party to organize had been a stroke of genius, he 
thought. He had figured that that would be just the kind of thing she'd 
like and he was right.

The phone rang, and he reached out to pick it up. "Yes ... Send her 
right up ..." he said.

A few minutes later Dot was sitting dutifully on Sam's lap while his 
hand searched beneath her short black skirt.

"Tell me more Dot ... he urged her as his hand explored higher. "Tell 
me all about that husband of hers ... There's a good girl!"

*  *  *  *  *

The cigarette had burned down only about half way before Kate took a 
long drag on it and stubbed it out.

"God..." she thought... "Everyone else has stopped smoking and here I 
am, just taking it up! What's wrong with me?"

She looked around the large room that both she and Tim had been using 
as an office for the last two weeks. She never ceased to be impressed 
by its beauty and its elegance ... but her mind was still often 
preoccupied with Sam Dagon. What a strange man he was! She hadn't even 
seen him since that first night. Thank heavens! And yet his ghost 
seemed to lurk around every corner of the house. But he had called 
every day to give her complete instructions about what he wanted her to 
do, acting as if nothing had ever happened between them.

It had been puzzling to say the least, but gradually Kate had begun to 
forget some of the horror she had felt that night, replacing it with a 
growing interest in the workings of the huge household. She found that 
she actually had a lot to do at the beginning... There were many things 
that she wanted to change according to her own likings and there were 
many files that needed reorganizing at the start. But she could see 
that once that part was taken care of she would only have about two or 
three hours of real work a day.

She had originally thought of quitting but Tim was so taken with the 
place and caught up in what he was doing, that she knew it would be no 
use suggesting to him that they leave ... without telling him the whole 
truth about what had transpired that night in the library ... and that 
she could never do!

But something seemed to be wrong between them anyway ... something that 
she couldn't fathom. Tim had been treating her with an almost alarming 
degree of flippancy for the past two weeks since they had been there, 
and she didn't know why or what to do about it. He seemed perfectly 
happy, even ecstatic at times about being in the country and having the 
entire place mostly to themselves the majority of the time, but 
whenever they were alone together at night he either ignored her or was 
down right rude to her. Even her prettiest nightgown didn't seem to 
help.

She tried to focus all her attention on the upcoming party. Sam had 
made it clear on the phone that she was somehow being tested by the way 
she organized this affair and she had been busy for days calling people 
and sending notes, using phone numbers and addresses from Dagon's 
private files. Some of the names of the people had really surprised 
her. Movie stars, politicians, people in the public eye that she had 
never expected to meet in this lifetime were all invited and so far all 
of those she had reached had seemed overjoyed at the prospect of a 
Party at Sam Dagon's. Apparently he gave one big bash every year... and 
all his friends looked forward to it with great anticipation.

At Sam's bidding, Kate drove into San Francisco one day to purchase 
several hundred dollars worth of clothes from I. Magnin's and including 
a special dress for the party. He had insisted she drive the new 
Maserati he had just bought and, feeling a little self-conscious, she 
had complied. What an incredible feeling it had been. She had never in 
her life been able to go into a store like that and know that she could 
have just about any dress she looked at! She had returned to the house 
and spread them all out for Tim to see, but he had just grunted and 
gone off to look at something "of importance" he said. So Kate had 
taken the clothes upstairs and tried them all on, one by one in front 
of the bedroom mirror.

Time passed swiftly and Kate consulted daily with Pierre about the 
party menu and helped him to do the ordering. Help had to be hired for 
the party itself, bartenders, waiters and the like and Kate attended to 
that. She had come a long way from waiting on tables at Alfie's!

But at night she slept poorly, beside a snoring Tim, spread out on his 
back so that she couldn't even hug him. They had made love two times 
since their arrival at the Manor, but each time, Tim had seemed distant 
and almost bored. Only the excitement of the party kept her from 
bogging down completely in a deep depression. That night she would be 
beautiful, irresistible ... strong. Sam was expected back that morning 
and she would be strong enough to face him, too. An odd curiosity about 
him had begun to grow inside her especially since Tim had been almost 
totally neglecting to recognize her as a woman recently. At least there 
was no doubt as far as that was concerned about Sam Dagon! Her face 
reddened at the thought of it!

The night before the party when she had longed to have Tim take her in 
his arms to hold her to him, at least, and tell her what a good job she 
was doing... Tim pleaded exhaustion and fell asleep almost the minute 
his head hit the pillows. She knew he couldn't be that exhausted! There 
just wasn't that much work that he had to do! She turned away and 
softly cried into the pillow beside his sleeping form, feeling pangs of 
frustration build in her body. Eventually her thoughts unwillingly 
turned to Sam Dagon. And equally unwillingly her hand went down to the 
soft vaginal slit between her thighs where it fingered until she 
suddenly sighed, her clitoris gently quivering in a tremulous climax, 
Kate fell off to a troubled sleep.

*  *  *  *  *

The living room was humming. It was only ten-thirty and already scores 
of people had arrived as Kate stood near the door watching, welcoming 
those who entered while a special guard who attended all of Dagon's 
parties dressed in black tie, stood at her side and carefully surveyed 
the arrivals for any uninvited interlopers.

Kate was resplendent in her new brocade dress that fit every curve of 
her body to perfection. Her long legs and thighs were appealingly 
revealed by its short skirt. The deep burgundy and gold color set off 
her shining blonde hair to perfection. She felt highly nervous, but 
strangely in her element. She knew that she was just as beautiful as 
the most beautiful women who were arriving, some of them international 
movie stars! And the fact that she had arranged everything made her 
proud. After a while she began to relax more and to circulate among the 
guests. She had hardly seen Sam since his arrival early that morning. 
He had stayed in his rooms and only came down once the party had begun. 
It seemed odd that he didn't want to have more to do with his own party 
than that, but it occurred to her that perhaps he trusted her to have 
made everything the way he had asked.

It looked as though it was going to be quite a party. Music from a 
famous rock hand floated in from the terrace where beautiful people 
danced frantically beside the pool. Kate passed from group to group, 
watching as longhaired youths mixed with staid matrons and young girls 
flirted with old bearded gentlemen. One famous politician seemed just 
about ready to pounce on a young girl near the piano. The crowd was 
swelling by the minute and Kate was happily caught up in the mad swirl 
of human bodies, smoking, drinking, laughing loudly about her. Several 
young men tried to flirt with her and someone pinched her, but she was 
unable to make out just who it was from the row of smiling faces behind 
her. She realized that she hadn't seen Tim in some time, and her 
feeling of sadness returned to her, full force. She began looking for 
him, moving from room to room. He wasn't out on the terrace or in the 
large dining room where the guests were enjoying a buffet dinner of 
chateaubriand made to order with onions and capers or oysters, 
lobsters, clams on the half shell, roasted ducklings, every vegetable 
imaginable, raw and exquisitely prepared by Chef Pierre. Waiters 
circulated with trays of drinks which they got from the well-stocked 
bar which had been set up in the dining room.

There was only one other place that Kate hoped to find Tim and that was 
downstairs in the cave discotheque. She descended the round circular 
staircase to the strains of Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling 
Stones, playing very loud through the many speakers. Then, she stood 
poised at the rounded entranceway to the small room. Smoke was curling 
toward the ceiling and there were so many people dancing that she could 
hardly make out a face. She sniffed. That smoke certainly did smell 
strange ... someone must be smoking a strange kind of cigarette, she 
thought. Then she thought she made out Tim's tall form over toward a 
corner of the room. Yes, it was Tim ... she started to wave to him ... 
but then she realized that he would never see her through all those 
people. She stepped down another step, preparing to go in to talk to 
him, and then she saw that he was bending over... Horrified, she 
watched as he kissed hungrily the upturned face of a young girl. The 
girl was Dot!

Kate stood there a moment, her mouth hanging wide in shock. But 
suddenly in a flash, everything was very clear ... why Tim had been 
acting so strangely for the last two weeks ... why he was so tired at 
night! She could see him clutching at the young French girl as though 
his life depended on her, holding her low, his hands massaging her 
behind as they began to move in a slow rhythm to the insinuating music.

Kate turned and ran back up the stairs, hurriedly passing laughing 
couples who were on their way down to the cave. When she reached the 
main floor, she had no idea where she was going to go. She couldn't 
stay at the party the way she felt ... it was as if her world had come 
to an end. Her marriage, her life ... everything she had looked forward 
to as a little girl was gone. She continued to push past people on her 
way to the main stairway ... she just had to go to her room to lie 
down. Every happy face she saw now, was a reminder of the ugly image of 
Tim and Dot ... kissing obscenely there in front of everyone. What did 
he care if anyone saw him? It was just ghastly ... memories of Dot's 
smug little smile came back to her. She had always thought that that 
was just the girl's manner ... but now she knew that she was mocking 
her all along, making love to her husband right underneath her nose! 
And Tim ... A fury rose beneath the pain and seemed to stick like a big 
lump in her throat.

A blur of faces converged on her and a group of playful people grabbed 
her up, making a circle around her, just as she was about to go up the 
stairs.

"What's the secret password?" they shouted ... "The password!"

"Let me go!" Kate implored, trying hard to hold back her tears.

"That's it ... that's the password!" a young girl screamed and they all 
laughed and let her loose.

Kate flew up the stairs and to the relative quiet of the second floor. 
Only a few more steps and she would be inside. She planned to lock the 
door and to never come out. She would pack her things, just the ones 
she had come with and she would leave ...

But just as she was turning the door handle to their apartment a voice 
called out to her.

"Kate! What's wrong? Why aren't you downstairs?"

Kate turned to face Sam Dagon. Him! Of all people she wanted to see now 
... he was the last! He had hardly spoken two words to her that day and 
now he had to talk! She turned away.

"Leave me alone ... Please ... just leave me alone!"

*  *  *  *  *

"This weed sure is nice!" Tim pulled Dot still closer to him and did a 
lewd imitation of the latest dance step. Around them in the tiny 
"discotheque" couples embraced, some were wildly necking on the sofa 
that lined the dark room. Dot slowly pulled Tim over to one of the 
sofas, and he let himself be led. The smell of marijuana was thick in 
the enclosure of the cave, adding to the euphoric sensation he was 
experiencing. He lay back on the fur covered couch and closed his eyes, 
pulling Dot down on top of him.

He could hear little soft moans every now and then coming from the 
couches around him and it began to dawn on him that the group in the 
small cave was going to turn into an orgy. Excitement sparked through 
him as Dot's hands went tentatively down to his already bulging crotch. 
He had never participated in a real orgy although he'd always wanted to 
... and now he was going to get a chance! Then, vaguely, he remembered 
Kate ... He hadn't really thought about her since he'd been downstairs 
... what if she were to come down and find him?

"Hey, baby..." he mumbled in Dot's ear. "This looks like it's gonna 
turn into a real thing!"

"Of course," Dot said ... "It is understood ... all those that come 
down here ..." Her hand rubbed in slow motion at the bulk of his cock 
beneath the material of his pants. "Do not worry, mon cher ... They are 
closing the door now ... no one else will come!"

Tim breathed a sigh of relief and cast a glance around the smoky room. 
It seemed as though he had been down there forever ... It was 
wonderful! Some of the most beautiful women he had ever seen were there 
... and now many of them were partially undressed.

"Oh, brother!" he said ... He couldn't believe his luck. Ever since he 
had been at Dagon Manor, things had been going his way. And it was 
about time. True, he hadn't done much writing, but that would come ... 
there was plenty of time, he reasoned. Besides, his outlook on life was 
changing so much that he might want to write about something completely 
different. It would take time to think it out.

Dot had been taking up every spare moment he had since that first day 
in the maze of hedges. He had never even dreamed that one woman could 
think of so many different ways to do it! Whoever started that stuff 
about French girls knew what he was talking about. What really got him 
though was that she wasn't jealous. He could tell she was crazy about 
him and yet she was always talking about other girls to him, asking him 
about what he did and what he liked to do. It was exciting as hell! And 
now she finally pulled through with an orgy.

It's a good thing Kate is all hepped up about her new job, he thought. 
It annoyed him to see her changing, wearing all those fancy clothes and 
acting so damned efficient, but at the same time, he couldn't really 
complain ... It gave him more time to be with Dot.

Tim's fly was unzipped now and his big cock rose obscenely from his 
pants, while Dot's hand playfully moved up and down the smoothness of 
its length.

As his thoughts grew more and more vague, Tim abandoned himself 
willingly to the erotic French girl. He could hear the unmistakable 
sounds of love-making coming from assorted couples around him, and he 
knew he would be good for as many combinations as they could throw at 
him. His hand slipped up the back of Dot's dress and encountered her 
bare flesh. A shiver went through his body as his cock jerked wildly in 
Dot's hand. She wasn't wearing any pants!

*  *  *  *  *

"Well, tomorrow is your birthday, isn't it?" Sam Dagon lit the last 
candle on the huge cake that he had prepared. "And it is now ..." he 
paused looking at his pocket watch, "two minutes to midnight. We can 
begin the celebration very shortly. I can't tell you how worried I was 
that I wouldn't locate you before midnight!"

"Sam ... this is so ... strange ..." Kate felt her flesh crawling ... 
He had insisted on bringing her to this room in a wing of the house 
that she had never seen. Her protests had done no good whatsoever and 
she had had to swallow her tears and follow him down the hall and up 
the back stairs. They had passed some members of the party who were 
wandering about the house and they had wished them a pleasant evening. 
Kate was upset and embarrassed because she knew that they thought that 
she and Sam were lovers. The room was filled with gaily wrapped 
packages and in the center of it stood a large oak table spread with 
every delicacy imaginable, including the birthday cake.

"But I don't even remember telling you ..."

"But you did ... We all forget things sometimes ... Don't worry about 
it. What is important is that we enjoy this life while we are still 
among the living!" Sam deftly opened the champagne bottle and filled 
two crystal glasses to the brim.

Kate took hers, her hand trembling when she touched the slender stemmed 
glass to her lips.

It was all too confusing. She just didn't understand anything anymore. 
The more she thought about Tim downstairs with that girl, the angrier 
she got. And heaven knew what they were doing by this time! And now 
this! She looked around her... all those packages couldn't be for her 
... It didn't make any sense. It was true her birthday was the next day 
... and she was almost sure that Tim had forgotten ... God! They hadn't 
even been married a year.

The champagne sparkled its way down her throat and hit her stomach. She 
realized that she hadn't had anything to eat at all that day. The party 
preparations had taken every moment she had and she was too nervous to 
eat anyway.

"Kate ... I want to tell you how very pleased I am with what you've 
done. You've done an excellent job. I have had other assistants ... but 
none with your ... how shall I put it? ... flair."

Sam Dagon sat comfortably across from Kate watching her carefully. He 
guessed what had happened that had upset her so. All he didn't know was 
at what point in the discotheque orgy she had caught Tim.

Well, he would make her stop thinking about that soon enough, he 
thought.

"I'm sorry you've had to go through these few rough days, my dear," he 
said, knowing his words would have a double meaning for her ... "But I 
assure you, it will be smooth sailing from now on in!"

Kate looked at Sam over the top of her glass. The champagne was making 
her feel a little better. If he only knew just how rough it had been, 
she thought. What kind of man are you anyway ... she thought. Something 
akin to hatred passed through her at the sight of Dagon's self-
assurance. What problems did he have? With all his money he could pay 
people to have problems for him!

And yet, it was hard not to admire his looks, his poise. It was very 
hard for her not to think about those packages ... and not to be 
impressed by the fact that he had chosen to remember her birthday in 
such a grandiose manner. A far cry from Tim ... She downed the rest of 
the champagne in the glass defiantly ... Well, she thought ... If Tim 
was going to have a good time ... she was too! Darn him anyway! Why 
should she suffer for a no good louse. Her mother's words swam through 
her head as though carried on a stream of champagne ... "I hope he 
doesn't turn out to be no-good ... oh, still unemployed ... remember 
your health ... I hope he'll take good care of you ..."

Her mother would like Sam Dagon ... she thought, looking up at him 
again as he refilled her glass. He had every thing she had always told 
her to look for in a husband ... money, position, power, looks ... and 
all the things she had studiously avoided looking for ... love was what 
she had wanted ... love ... disregarding all other considerations.

But, it was Sam Dagon who had done that horrible, ugly sexual thing to 
her! The memory of his head buried between her parted thighs surged 
into her head and she almost choked as she tried to swallow.

Sam jumped up and patted her forcefully on the back.

"Don't touch me ..." she cried, standing up and moving away from him.

Sam looked surprised. "Of course not," he said. "Please ... sit back 
down. You can't blame me though, for thinking that perhaps you might 
like me to touch you?"

He stared directly into her eyes, forcing her by sheer will power to 
look at him. Forcing her to remember each little detail of her position 
that evening in the library.

"Of course," he continued, "perhaps you prefer my tongue." He said it 
flatly and without expression and watched Kate sit frozen to her seat, 
a pained expression on her face.

"You know, Kate," he said, "I know you pretty well." He paused. 
"Perhaps even better than you know yourself."

Kate felt her blood run cold. It's true, she thought ... every word he 
says is true. His eyes continued to hold her's hypnotically and 
watched, terrified, as Sam rose once more from his seat and approached 
her. She did not know if she would have the strength to resist him ... 
and yet she knew she must. Had anyone ever resisted him? It seemed as 
though it would take a will of iron the way she felt at that moment. 
His piercing dark eyes allowed no weakness of hers to go unnoticed. He 
had seen it all!

"Gemini ..." he was saying ... "You're a Gemini ... I am well aware of 
the dual nature of your horoscope ... Oh ... that's right, you're an 
unbeliever, aren't you? Well ... It's just a little hobby of mine ... 
but at times it's amazingly accurate. In your case, for example ... But 
we will talk of all this later ... Now there are other ... more 
important things to take care of ..."

Sam took hold of Kate's hand and she rose, following him, dreamlike, 
thinking all along ... Oh, my God ... Oh, my God! The champagne was 
making her feel dizzy and her thoughts were muddled. She knew that 
something was about to happen ... something that would change her life 
forever ... and yet there was nothing she could do to stop it. 
Circumstances had conspired to trap her in this position and now she 
would have to follow through on it. It was all so unreal, and suddenly 
she understood those stories of women who found themselves fatally 
attracted to men they would never ordinarily dream of being involved 
with.

In spite of this, something inside her kept suggesting that maybe she 
did want to change her entire life. If it was so hard the other way ... 
if the husband she had loved so dearly could do this to her ... perhaps 
there were other values after all.

The candlelight flickered as she and Sam left the table. He led her to 
a door that she hadn't noticed before, and, opening it, led her inside. 
She knew before they got in what would be on the other side. A huge 
bed, covered with a beautiful brocade spread ... that and a deep pile 
rug were the only things in the room.

They stood silently before the bed, and then Kate looked up at Sam. He 
gazed down at her and squeezed her hand slightly as if to reassure her.

Suddenly she felt like the most beautiful, most desirable woman in the 
world. Perhaps, she mused, as delicate tremors of excitement began to 
race through her, she had been wrong to turn down all those passes that 
customers had made at her.

Sam bent down and pulled her into his arms, crushing her yielding, 
voluptuous body to him and pressing his mouth to hers. The memory of 
what his kiss was like returned instantly and she knew that she had 
missed it. Missed the taste and smell of him. She thrust her tongue 
back sharply into the wet cavern of his mouth, breathing deeply as he 
kissed her back with animal-like passion. Her hurt and humiliation were 
gone and there seemed that nothing else existed but this place, this 
time, this man holding her so tightly ... with more tenderness and yet 
more strength than her husband had ever shown her.

Slowly Sam began to undress her, removing the new dress that fit her so 
snugly with gentle hands. Next came her bra, releasing the large firm 
breasts to the touch of his experienced hands. He slipped down her 
panties and when she got to her feet, helped her step out of them. He 
reached up and undid her golden hair letting it fall to her shoulders, 
and soon she was standing nude before him with the exception of her 
garter belt, stockings and high heels.

He looked her over carefully. She looked even better than he had 
thought. The rosy tint of her skin glowed softly in the candlelight as 
he led her to the bed.

"Lie down," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Please," Kate felt her entire 
body burning with a new kind of heat at the sound of his voice. She was 
going to give herself to this man. She was going to voluntarily commit 
adultery with him! It was going to happen now ... in just a few seconds 
on this very bed. And she knew that she had never wanted anything so 
badly in her life before.

She lay back, feeling the cool of the air caressing her unclothed body. 
He was looking at her nakedness, she knew, and yet she felt no shame, 
only a steadily rising excitement that she could hardly contain.

Sam undressed at the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes off of his 
prize for a moment.

You are everything and more that I have ever wanted, he said to her 
mentally, and tonight I'm going to fuck you like you've never been 
fucked before.

His eyes roamed over the shininess of her undone hair spread out on the 
dark coverlet of the bed, her cream-white shoulders and arms, the big 
breasts that softly formed round curves upon her chest, the small waist 
and well-rounded thighs ... that soft tuft of pubic blondness below her 
belly.

"You were made for loving, Kate," he said aloud.

He was completely undressed now, standing before her. Kate looked up at 
him. She couldn't believe how beautiful he looked. She had never 
thought a man could be really beautiful, but he was. His body was 
perfectly proportioned with a muscularity that was hidden beneath a 
smooth even complexioned skin. The dark curls of his hair repeated 
themselves upon his chest, and his hips were slender. But then she saw 
that his penis was growing in size, even while she watched. It seemed 
to be getting bigger and bigger and in a few moments it was standing 
out thick and hard from his groin, like a huge, heavy spear. Her eyes 
grew round as she looked, fascinated. She had never seen a penis so 
big! Actually she had only seen her husband ... and an occasional 
statue or photograph of a naked man ... and their penises had been 
soft. But he was far bigger than Tim, bigger, longer and thicker.

My God, it was big!!

She was frightened all of a sudden at the thought that this lewd 
instrument was going to attempt to get inside her. It was impossible 
... it would never fit, she knew. It would never get inside her!

Sam was watching her expression and he guessed what she was going 
through.

"Is it big enough for you?" he asked, an amused smile playing on his 
lips.

Kate gulped and tried to speak, but she couldn't.

Sam stood for a moment longer, almost posing for her, letting her get a 
good look at his rising cock. He could tell she was afraid. He had seen 
that look before, and he knew that before long it would turn to another 
kind of look.

He started toward her.

"Saa ... Sam," Kate stammered, having second thoughts now about the 
whole thing ... But she knew that it didn't matter now what she said or 
did, or how she felt about it. It was going to happen, and there was no 
stopping it!

Sam crawled onto her outstretched body, letting himself down on her 
gently, and pushing his tongue between her protesting lips. With his 
thigh and knee he parted her legs, spreading them wide beneath him.

Crushed into the bed by his weight, feeling his tongue deep inside her 
mouth, Kate lay quivering, half fearful, half out of her mind with a 
tremulous anticipation. His enormous cock was resting against her thigh 
and its warmth seemed to penetrate her leg.

"Wider, Kate, spread your legs wider ..." he urged. And almost in spite 
of herself she opened her thighs until her heels almost touched each 
side of the bed.

Sam pulled himself up, arms stiff, resting on either side of her. Then 
he took one hand and placed it between their legs, grasping his huge 
cock in his fingers. Then he pushed it forward, prodding with the 
smooth rubbery head at the pliant lips of Kate's gently quivering 
pussy.

She closed her eyes tight and turned her head to one side. "Oh, no!" 
she thought, shuddering at the contact ... so personal ... so odd ... 
soft and yet rock-hard against the pink sensitivity of the entrance to 
her cunt. She didn't dare to breathe, fearing she might hasten what was 
to come. But it happened anyway.

"OOOOOOooooooooh!" she whimpered as she felt his prick began to push at 
the tender opening.

"Aaaaaaaaagh!" He pushed again, harder this time, and the hard, red 
head of his cock slipped a few centimeters into the tight ring of her 
cunt. If she could have opened her legs wider, she could have relieved 
the unbearable pressure his cock was exerting on her. But she couldn't 
open up anymore. "Oh, it hurts! It hurts ..." she writhed, and tried to 
squirm from beneath him, but he was too strong for her and held her 
fast, crushing down onto her. "It's too big ...!" she screamed. 
"Please, you'll kill me ... it's too big!"

But when she opened her eyes to see if her employer was paying any 
attention to her screams, she saw that there was a smile on his face. 
He was enjoying her screams! She watched with horror as his expression 
turned from one of pleasure to a contorted leer, and simultaneously, he 
pulled back from her.

Sam Dagon couldn't wait another minute. He had been patient all this 
time. It had been months since he had first spotted Kate at Alfie's ... 
with most women he would not have been this patient ... but he wanted 
more from Kate than just a moment's passion. Much more.

He thrust his hips forward savagely and his big thick cock rammed into 
her vagina, stretching the delicate tissues and surging into her, 
pushing the soft yielding cuntal flesh ahead of it in rippling waves.

An expression of raw lust came over his features as he felt the tight 
sheath of Kate's pussy enclosing his cock. This sweet waitress that he 
had watched for so long was now spread-eagled beneath him, pinned by 
his giant hungry cock! God, it was wonderful! He kept pushing forward 
until his cock could go no further and he stopped at the end of her 
wide stretched pussy with a loud groan, as his balls smacked hard up 
against Kate's ass.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaglh ... aaaaaaaaaa!" Kate waited in pain beneath him. She 
felt as though her vagina were being torn to pieces and stretched 
beyond repair. Nothing that big had ever been inside of her.

Sam's enormous member throbbed deeply in her secret passage like some 
huge battering ram. It lay sunk deep, touching the very tip of her 
pussy, wide and hot, filling her everywhere. Sam remained still, his 
cock pushing within its tight encasement, waiting for Kate's pain to 
subside.

Gradually, as they both lay immobile, Kate became accustomed to the 
huge spear of flesh that impaled her. It was a weird sensation and one 
which allowed for no other thoughts.

"Oh, God," she sobbed, "oh, God," fearing to move an inch one way or 
the other.

Then Sam nudged forward another few centimeters and she screamed loudly 
again.

The hair that curled around her face was a mass of ringlets as 
perspiration steamed from her forehead and she could feel the spread 
beneath her damp and soggy from their combined moisture.

"Relax ..." Sam breathed into her ear ... "Let me feel all that tension 
go out of you!"

"... I can't," Kate mumbled, tearfully.

"Yes ... you can!" Sam throbbed his cock high up in her belly.

"Aaaaaaaaagh ..." she cried out, but once the pain had subsided she 
attempted to do as he said. There was nothing else to do ... she would 
try anything ... anything that might make the pain less.

"When I name a part of your body you will relax it ..." Sam said ... 
the muscles in his stomach now strained taut by the effort of holding 
himself up with his arms. His hair fell over into her face as he spoke 
down to her, his voice deep and smooth.

Kate listened, her mind a blur of thoughts ... it was worse than when 
she had been a virgin and Tim had first made love to her ... much worse 
... and now Sam's voice was droning into her ear ...

"Head . . . neck ... eyes ... nose ... lips ..." She found herself 
beginning to respond to his words and the different parts of her body 
would relax themselves as he mentioned them. Her mind was being lulled 
as she began to feel more and more comfortable. Every muscle in her 
vagina relaxed at his bidding and Kate felt the welcome relief of the 
absence of pain.

When Sam saw that the last bit of resistance was leaving her, he smiled 
to himself. She was his ... every bit of her was his.

The narrow tightness of her pussy was widening so that he could move 
freely within her now, and he began moving with long smooth strokes,. 
back and forth, slowly rocking the girl beneath him. Kate's breasts 
pushed against his chest, moved as his body rose and fell over her, and 
now a hot spark was kindled low in her belly, as though something had 
to replace the great pain she had felt, and that was it. Lust came 
creeping from nowhere, revolving first in her ravaged cunt, everywhere 
that Sam's prick touched, every time he moved out and then back into 
her the flames leapt higher, until she was lost in an obscene forest of 
desire.

His very hugeness was enough to make her feel as though she had been 
incomplete before being filled this way. Even the agonizing pain now 
seemed to have been a part of the wondrous sensation that was now 
enveloping her. Chills ran up and down her spine as the rhythm of Sam's 
fucking increased and the gigantic member now began to beat harder at 
her cervix.

She began to emit a low groan of joy, while her body jerked 
spasmodically in answer to Sam's thrusts. She was groveling in the 
pleasure that she felt, a servant, while he was the master. Her face 
changed from her usual perpetual innocence to one of depravity and the 
pole between her legs climbed ever higher into the burning pit of her 
belly. Kate's nostrils flared and her tongue searched out Sam's mouth, 
her hands drawing him closer to her.

"OH ... oh ... oh ... OH!" she cried out with each smack of his cock 
into her uptilted cunt. She arched her back and began to work her legs 
against the bed as though she wanted to crawl up onto his back, as 
though she wanted to devour him whole.

"It's too good... too goooood!" she began to croon, ecstasy gaining the 
upper hand.

"I thought it was too big!" Sam grunted above her... "Guess you were 
mistaken..."

Kate squirmed in uncontrollable abandon, the cords of her neck standing 
out with the effort of her lust. If she had ever been anything but Sam 
Dagon's woman, she didn't know it now. She could tell even in her 
delicious unbelievable intensity again and again ... as much as she 
could. She had never dreamed that such delight was possible.

Sam worked mightily above her, changing his pace every so often from 
short strokes to long strokes and back again,.like a musician working 
out some staccato jazz beat. His hands toyed first with her bouncing 
breasts and then went down to the sensitive folds of her pussy to tease 
the nub of her wildly erect clitoris while his cock continued its 
relentless battering between her wide stretched legs.

"OOoh ohhh llhhhhhhhhhhhh God ..." she shivered, "oh, this ..." she 
didn't get a chance to finish, for she caught her breath as the giant 
orgasm reached her, strangling her words in her throat, as each hidden 
recess of her cunt was caught up in the mushrooming explosion. Her 
heaving breasts quivered against him as the wide open plane of her 
pussy received the buffeting of his loins. Faster and faster he pumped 
into her, slamming deep into her orgasm, driving her into an obscene 
jerking frenzy.

"Ahah, ah ah ah aaaaaaaah!" she cried as the most soul rending orgasm 
she had ever known descended upon her, wracking her body with great 
convulsive sobs.

Sam sighed as he felt her coming apart beneath him. He too was at the 
breaking point ... his cock could take no more of her twisting and 
screaming, her tight, wet, sucking cunt was sucking him dry.

"Aaaaaaaaaah! Yes!" he cried out, as he felt his hot sperm racing to 
meet her own climactic juices.

"Yesssss! Oh God yesssss," she half screamed as she felt the great 
shooting jet of his hot, scalding sperm ricocheting around inside her 
wildly contracting cunt like a great flood of undammed volcanic lava 
...



Chapter 6


The two men in the next room watched with interest through the two way 
mirror as Sam and Kate lay spent in each others arms. They had been 
watching for some time and they each had undressed completely and were 
anxiously holding their cocks in their hands.

"Whew ... he sure gave it to her good ..." the tall actor with the 
mustache said.

"Yeah ..." his agent answered ... "I wonder when Sam wants us to come 
in? I for one am more than ready now!" He rubbed his big cock tenderly. 
"It's starting to ache, Tule!"

*  *  *  *  *

When the two naked men walked into the room Kate was so shocked that 
she couldn't budge. She and Sam were still lounging on the big bed. He 
had brought another champagne bottle in from the other room and they 
were sipping the cooling drink. Kate had been gazing lovingly at Sam. 
How else to explain what she had just been through other than to say it 
was love. The word had not yet formed itself in her head. But she knew 
that what she felt for Sam was something out of the ordinary, something 
special. He had brought the gifts in ... the packages that she had 
almost forgotten, and they had opened them together, one by one. Rare 
perfumes, portable television, two kinds of fur coats, a dark sable, a 
mink trench coat ... beautiful dresses that fit her perfectly ... It 
was like Christmas ...

Then Sam had told her he had another present for her, and Tule Hasan 
and his agent had walked in ... nude!

Kate tried to cover herself with the spread when she got over the 
initial shock of seeing one of her favorite movie stars in the same 
room with her and naked! He looked so familiar though from having been 
in so many movies that she had seen, that she couldn't stop thinking 
that she knew him very well.

The two men came and sat on the bed next to her, while Sam lay back 
casually on the other side of her. Kate looked fearfully at Sam for 
some explanation ...

"All part of your present..." he murmured ... "Remember what I taught 
you, Kate ... relax!"

"But ... But I don't understand ..." she half cried ... "I don't 
understand ..."

Frightened, Kate looked at Tule's eyes and saw that he was looking at 
her hungrily. She tried to pull the covers up tighter, but she knew 
that they had already seen everything.

"Don't cover up that beautiful body," Tule said, a lecherous glint 
forming in his eyes. Kate clutched the spread even closer ...

Kate turned back to Tule, who was sitting very close to her.

"Happy Birthday, honey," he said. She was trying not to look at his 
enormous hard-on.

"Sam..." she implored. But Sam got up slowly and yawned ... "These are 
my good friends, Kate ..." he said. "I think you'll enjoy them ... I 
know they'll love you. From time to time you'll be meeting other 
friends ... We all have a mutually cooperative understanding.

Sam moved toward the door. "I'll be back in a minute ... Meanwhile ... 
try to enjoy yourself, darling."

The door closed quietly behind him and Kate looked at the back of it, 
realizing that it meant her complete moral downfall. It was clear what 
Tule Hasan and his friend wanted from her ... but she knew she could 
never go through with it ... She looked around her ... the floor was 
strewn with wrapping paper. All the beautiful presents were cast about 
the floor. It looked ugly and obscene to her. All the beginnings of 
wonderful feeling that she had were shattered into bits.

She began to sob uncontrollably as Tule reached out to touch her.

"Come on, sweetheart ... Most people think my puss is at the very least 
interesting. I never saw a girl break down and cry before when they 
knew they were getting me."

Kate moved away from him on the bed in a futile attempt at resistance, 
but Tule held her fast, his arm around her shoulder now in a 
deceptively protective gesture.

Kate shuddered, within moments she knew that it was going to be all 
over. She could already feel Tule's breath on her neck ... This famous 
man was going to rape her ... and this other man would probably do the 
same. She recoiled in horror as Tule reached around and grasped her 
breasts, tweaking at her nipples beneath the bedspread. She moaned and 
turned her head to the side as she felt the touch of the other man on 
her uncovered leg.

"My agent ... Joel ..." Tule said, by way of introduction. "Come on 
now, sweetie," he added ... "Don't be cold with us. You heard what Sam 
said ... we're all in this thing together ... so to speak ... Friends. 
Share and share alike!"

Joel's fingers were running along the soft inside of her thigh and Tule 
now held her fast around the arms. He took playful nibbles at her neck 
and his head was going lower. She struggled, trying to get away but all 
she succeeded in doing was to allow Joel's fingers access to her naked 
genitals, when she parted her tightly closed legs in a futile effort to 
squirm away .

"Oh ... That's nice," Joel said, his finger slipped to the moist pink 
lips of her trembling pussy, toying eagerly with the wetness of Dagon's 
sperm still lying there.

"Please ... don't" she pleaded ... "Please ..." but it was too late. 
The damage had been done and the lewd thick finger was slipping inside 
the loose flesh, searching out the bud of her clitoris. She tried to 
squirm down so that his finger could not move about, but it only made 
everything worse. The covers had fallen away now and Tule had hold of 
her breasts nimbly massaging the large orbs until he had forced the 
nipples into stiffness.

Kate felt as though she had stepped into a nightmare. The red bud of 
her clitoris was being deftly manipulated until it stood high among the 
pink folds of her pussy, and Tule was pulling her down so that the 
other man could have more room to work on her.

"Oh, Tule, baby ... you should get your hand in this sweet little 
pussy. She's all wet from fuckin' Sam ... This little party was worth 
flying up from L.A. for!"

"Well, I told you it would be, didn't I?"

Kate began to scream, another vain attempt to get away from them. Her 
ears were burning with the casual words of their conversation while her 
body was being shamelessly plundered totally against her will.

"Cut that out. honey ... Ain't gonna do you no good!" Tule smiled 
brilliantly down at her, his capped teeth glistening in the soft light, 
his accent one for which he was widely celebrated.

"Keep it up, Joe," he said ... "She'll be hot enough in a few minutes. 
You saw how she was with Sam, man. How could anyone forget that!"

Sam's words came back to Kate ... "Remember ... relax ..." Even though 
she hated the thought of it, she was afraid that they would hurt her if 
she continued to resist them, so she made an attempt to be calm. She 
had read once about a girl who had fended off an attacker by remaining 
completely calm throughout the whole thing. She tried to turn her mind 
to something else, resist the moving finger probing in her vagina, the 
big hands at her breasts, beginning to hurt now. But it was impossible.

"NONONONONONONO!" she screamed. "NO!" But still they continued. How 
long had they been at her? Time seemed to have stopped ... It was going 
to go on forever! In one night her defenseless body was being invaded 
by three different men! It was insane ... unbelievable! And yet it was 
true. The hand was playing in the blond hair-lined slit of her cunt, 
teasing and slithering across her trembling flesh, moving vigorously as 
if it had a life of its own. Her cries echoed throughout the room, but 
she knew that no one would come to help her unless ... there was the 
slim chance that Sam would come back to save her ... "Sam!" she 
screamed ... "Help me ... Darling ..." But now Tule's lips were on hers 
forcing her head back on the pillow. Joel stood up and pulled her legs 
about, opening them wide so that she was once more spread-eagled on the 
bed.

"Man ... she 's pretty!" Joel said ... "Maybe we should get her a 
contract?'

"No ..." Tule said, his voice thickened by lust ... "NO ... Sam doesn't 
want her to go that route."

"Oh?" Joel pushed his hand into the widely parted split of Kate's cunt. 
"MMMmm!" he said ... "YUM YUM!"

Tule clasped his throbbing cock, pulling the thick foreskin up and down 
over the big bulging head.

"Joel ... let me get down there where you are," he said. "I gotta get 
inside that little cunt."

Joel moved aside. "It's real nice, baby ... real nice!"

Kate trembled. She had never been so vulnerable in her life. Tule was 
kneeling on the bed before her, his eyes red with desire. Something 
about him made her realize that he wasn't going to be as gentle with 
her as Joel. He had a meaner, more sadistic look to him.

His hand darted forward, sliding easily into the still hot, wet opening 
of her cunt, causing Kate to moan as the long fingers searched way up 
inside her burning pussy. Joel held her arms down and every now and 
then bent over to shove his tongue down her throat or to pinch her 
already sore nipples. His laughter echoed in her ears ... while the 
obscene hand churned about inside her, roughly fingering the inner 
lining of her tight vaginal passage.

Her firm, smooth flesh trembled involuntarily as the ugly feel of 
Tule's hand began to turn to a dormant desire.. It was something that 
made her almost sick to her stomach. Unmistakable fires were building 
deep inside her besieged pussy. It was sick, disgusting and she knew 
she had to resist it. She had to, or she would never be able to look 
herself in the eye again. And yet ... so far she had done things that 
in all her life she had never dreamed she would do. In a sense, she was 
really no longer the same person she was before.

She tried still harder to resist the hand plunging deep in her cunt, 
rotating and flicking inside her, but her body had been aroused so 
recently by Sam's huge cock that remaining traces of lust betrayed her, 
making her begin to moan in a new and unmistakable way.

"Get with it! Get with it!" Tule whispered to her. And the obscene 
words only served to make her feel more aroused. An odd masochism made 
the whole scene become like an erotic dream.

"Shit, honey, shake that tail," Tule said as he felt Kate begin to 
respond to his lingers.

"She's comin' around real nice ..." His other hand fondled his prick 
lovingly.

"What you need is a little more cock, sugah," he told her. And with 
that he moved up closer between her open thighs positioning his thick 
cock at the entrance of her cunt. Ripples of electricity raced through 
her as she visualized what it would look like to another person ... A 
nude girl lying helpless on a big bed, being held down, forced to make 
love with two men at the same time.

"Aaaagh!" she suddenly and involuntarily sighed with a pleasure that 
made her ashamed of the sound of her own voice, as Tule drove his cock 
deep into her burning pussy. A sex-mad passion overwhelmed her as Tule 
Hasan screwed wildly into her, and she began to buck and turn under 
him, screwing her cunt back at him fiercely .

SHE WAS BEING MADE LOVE TO BY THE GREAT TULE HASAN ... a man that 
thousands ... maybe millions of women all over the world would give 
their eye teeth just to touch! Excitement built high as Tule's big 
rock-hard member dug at her ...

"Oh, yeah ... you like it now, baby ... don't you ... Old Tule's gonna 
fuck the baby good ... gooooooood!"

"Wow!" Joel said, letting go of Kate's arms when he saw that it was no 
longer necessary to restrain her. "Wow! Look at her go!"

Kate hardly heard them talking ... she just wanted the reality of the 
cock hitting at her cervix, pounding her into oblivion. It was good ... 
so good, and she wanted it ... she wanted it! Something she had never 
dared admit to herself before ... She actually wanted to be fucked! And 
to be fucked by Tule Hasan ... that was even better.

"OOOOOOOH!" she moaned, her pussy aching from the hard blows of two big 
cocks that night ... But the pain was only a booster to her desire and 
she wanted him to fuck deeper ... deeper and harder!

Suddenly Tule's cock pulled out of her, and she felt herself being 
lifted. It seemed as if her body was being tossed in the air, and then 
she found herself on her knees hovering over Joel who was now lying on 
his back on the bed. Tule had her by the waist and he was guiding and 
pushing her down onto Joel's long erect cock like she was a limp rag 
doll with no feeling of her own.

"AAAAaaah!" she cried, as the long cock slid like a telephone pole up 
her cunt and her legs straddled his prone body like a horse back rider 
... "OOoooohh ... please ..." she whimpered helplessly as both Tule and 
Joel pushed her up and down on Joel's hardened upstanding cock.

"Oh ... no ... no ..." she cried ... fighting off the orgasm that was 
already starting. She was being used like a thing, just an object. She 
had no more personality and she could ... what was the word ... relax 
... yes ... at last she could relax.

"I ... I ... I'M CUMMING!" she yelled to the ceiling ... "OOOH, IT'S 
GOOOOD! I'M CUMMING! HARDER! Give it to me!"

"Damn! Sock it to me!" Joel said, shooting off a hot load of searing 
sperm deep up into Kate's hungrily clenching cunt.

"Sweet Mother!" Tule cried ... "Get her off ... so I can get mine now!"

Once more Kate's soft white body was pulled up and over, hands tugged 
at her and moved her this way and that. She felt someone pinching at 
her ass, and a hand pushed at her cunt, and then she was on her back 
again. She opened her eyes which had been tightly shut as she went 
through the throes of climax and she saw Sam Dagon looking down at her.

"You did that very well ..." he said, and before Kate had time to 
respond, one of her legs was being pulled high in the air, then Sam was 
taking hold of the other ... Her legs were pulled back so far that she 
thought they would break. She cried out with pain, but to no avail ... 
Her legs were held pulled back so that her cunt was spread wide, fully, 
exposed to Tule's hungry, sadistic vision.

"What a view," he said ... "I'm going to love this!"

And then he was ramming hard into her, fierce and heavy his breath 
coming in great panting gasps. Kate turned her head and took a deep 
breath as once more she felt pleasure where she had expected pain. Sam 
Dagon stood beside her, holding her leg bent way back.

He smiled down at her when she looked at him through half-closed eyes 
... "Relax ..." he whispered ... "Relax!" as on and on it went ... the 
cocks ever growing around her naked, squirming body ...



Chapter 7


Kate awoke with a start. Sun was streaming in the window! God! Where 
was she! She looked around her and found that she was in the same 
bedroom ... She groaned. Oh, God ... it was true ... Her body's aches 
told her immediately that everything she remembered had really 
happened. She ... Kate ... Baby Kate her mother called her ... She had 
screamed and twisted and cried out for more under three different men 
... all night long.

But why hadn't they awakened her ... why ... And where was Sam!

The last thing she remembered was Sam climbing under the covers ... and 
he had put his mouth down between her legs and done to her what he had 
done that first night! Oh God! A violent thrill shot straight up from 
her ravaged cunt, piercing her as though a giant cock still churned 
inside it. She bent double in bed with the force of the memory, feeling 
soreness everywhere she touched. She would have to go to her room soon.

She stood up unsteadily, staggering to the mirror. She looked awful ... 
like she had been through exactly what she had been through and there 
was no comb in the room ... nothing but her dress and her underwear ... 
still lying on the floor. All of her presents remained strewn about the 
floor where she had left them the night before.

She cradled her head in her hands. What on earth was she going to do? 
Last night everything had seemed simple. Tim ... that bastard! He was 
the cause of it all! Tim and that Dot! But today it seemed hopeless. 
She had behaved like a common slut! She could scarcely meet her own 
eyes in the mirror. Slowly she gathered her clothes together and 
dressed. She would have to make it back to the apartment as best she 
could and pray that Tim was not there. She wouldn't be able to stand a 
confrontation with him, not yet ... Everything was still too confused 
in her mind.

*  *  *  *  *

"Damn that bitch!" Tim cursed as he picked up the small clock for what 
seemed like the millionth time. "Five-thirty ..." he muttered to 
himself. "Five-thirty!" he repeated, almost yelling as he hurled the 
clock across the room. He had started looking for Kate just after two 
o'clock, pulling himself away from the fantastic orgy going on in the 
cave. The mixture of alcohol and drugs convinced him that he would be 
able to convince Kate to come down and join in the sexual fun. And some 
fun it had been, too. He had fucked and sucked so many different women 
he had stopped even bothering to see what they looked like. All that 
mattered was cunt. He had never seen so much of it at one time and he 
was like a kid in a candy store. Fucking every corner of his mind until 
he had jumped on a little blonde in the corner and she had said, "My 
name's Kate, honey. What's yours?"

And suddenly, the thought of Kate being in the midst of all this struck 
him funny and then the thought of her getting fucked by other men began 
turning him on and he left to search her out and force her to go back 
down to the cave with him.

But his search had been in vain as he looked for her in every room he 
could think of and just when he was about to give up, he noticed that 
Sam Dagon was also missing from the festivities.

From that point on, over two and half hours ago, Tim had been pacing 
back and forth in his room, smoking cigarette after cigarette furiously 
awaiting Kate's return. When Tim heard the door to the living room open 
and close he stood behind the open door to the bedroom. Kate tiptoed 
into the room, hoping beyond hope that Tim would either be sound asleep 
or not yet back from his tryst with Dot, but as she stepped through the 
door, she felt a hand grab her arm and swing her around. And before she 
had a chance to even gasp, Tim's hard flat hand swung into her face, 
leaving a huge red welt in its path. Kate's hand flew up to her face as 
tears streamed down her cheeks. Tim grabbed her by the arms, pushing 
her further into the room and throwing her face up on the bed.

"Now you stay right there, you little tramp!" he yelled at her. "You 
move one inch and I'll slap you silly. Now you tell me where you've 
been ... and it had better be good!"

"I don't understand ..." Kate started to say, lifting herself up on one 
elbow.

But before she could say anything else, Tim was on top of her, his legs 
straddling her small body and once again his hand left a stinging blow 
on her face.

"I told you not to budge!" Tim screamed down at her. "Don't bother to 
tell me where you've been. I'll tell you. You've been bed hopping with 
that bastard Dagon! That's where!"

His hands began tearing at Kate's clothes, ripping her dress down the 
front almost to her waist, Kate fought back vainly, struggling under 
Tim's weight.

"How dare you accuse me," she spit up at him ... "I saw you down in the 
basement with that Dot. What do you call what you two were doing ..."

But Tim wasn't interested in hearing any accusations from Kate. He 
wanted revenge for being cuckolded. The thought of his wife being 
fucked by Sam Dagon made him almost insane.

"You see fit to put out for other men," he hissed down at his quivering 
wife. "Let's see you put out a little for me."

He started yanking at her clothing once more, tearing at her rumpled 
dress until it was bunched down around her knees. Kate was completely 
naked under her dress.

"Leave your underwear as a souvenir?" Tim asked lewdly. "Well, I think 
I'll take in the sights myself. And I don't want any back-talk from 
you. You just do what I tell you."

Kate tried to fight but it was no good. He wasn't having any of it. He 
flipped her over on the bed so that she was on her stomach. Then he 
pushed his finger up into her pussy ... it was still wet from semen!

"He fucked you?" he half shouted ... "Well? Didn't he?" he yelled. 
"Answer me, you little whore!"

"Yes!" Kate screamed back ... "Yes ... he did ... and I liked it ... 
you hear me ... I liked it!"

Tim didn't need to hear anymore. Somewhere, a part of him had been 
hoping all this time for some other explanation, some other reason why 
his wife would have been out all night. But now his worst fears were 
confirmed, and he didn't like it. Not one bit!

He yanked his finger wetly out of her cunt, and saw her cringe on the 
bed in front of him, her smooth buttocks tightly clenched together. An 
idea came to him ... even better than hitting her... for he wanted 
desperately to beat her until she screamed for mercy, yet he couldn't.

"I'm going to give you something you'll remember a long time. I've got 
a right. I'm your husband you know!" His finger prodded into the 
crevice between the ovals of her behind, as with his other hand he drew 
them apart until he could see the skin straining around the tiny red 
hole of her anus.

"OPEN UP!" he commanded gruffly ... "BITCH!"

Kate winced at the pain in her rectum as his finger probed 
inquisitively into the tight puckered inlet. Her mind recoiled in shock 
as she realized that he was going to try to take her there. He had 
often hinted at it shortly after their marriage, but she had always 
insisted that the only correct way, the proper way to make love was, 
face to face and in the "normal" manner! The memory of how he had 
slammed out of the house one night after she had told him that came 
back to her now, as she lay face down, her buttocks spread helplessly 
to his fingers and his gaze.

The finger was moving around in her rectum now, expanding it, sawing in 
and out, and the pain was acute. Anger clouded her eyes as she yelled 
at him, begging him to stop. But after a while he added another finger, 
holding her head down with one hand so that she wouldn't wriggle too 
much.

Kate felt like a pinned butterfly. "Bastard ... bastard!" she kept 
screaming. The pressure in her rectum was killing her. 

It was horrible. How could she have ever thought she could love this 
monster of a man ... this beast!

He was deliberately trying to hurt her she could tell, making sharp 
sudden movements with his fingers so that she would cry out louder.

"I'll make you pay for this ..." she screamed ... "Aaaagh!" The rubbery 
skin of her anus was scraped by his digging fingernails. Then she felt 
his body come down hard on her naked back, and the heat of his long 
prick was rubbing in the crack of her ass. Its length jiggled along the 
smooth, yielding crevice and then the thick head was pressing at her 
virgin anal entrance.

His hands closed around her thighs and he pulled up on her knees, then 
he held onto his long penis and positioned it to her tight anus, and 
began working against it. As he pushed in, he was pulling Kate's behind 
back toward him, manipulating her sharply and giving her no time to 
resist him.

"No, NO ... get away from me!" she pleaded helplessly.

But there was a slight popping noise and she felt the grating of his 
cock against her tightly ringed rectal muscle and he was going in. 
Slowly, slowly, and then about an inch of him slipped in and stopped.

Kate let out her breath. She had never known anything could hurt this 
much. All that filled her mind was pain. She just couldn't get away 
from him. Coherent thoughts just wouldn't come. A solid rock was being 
shoved up her behind ... that was all she could think, and she must 
somehow deal with the pain of it, somehow endure it!

He pushed it again and the big swollen prick entered her fully.

"Aaaaargh!" she screamed, trying to lift her head up. But Tim pushed 
her head back down with the flat of his hand and shook his hips so that 
his cock moved painfully around inside his wife's burning rectum.

"OH help me ... somebody help me!" Kate cried .

"Nobody's gonna help you," Tim grunted ... "So you got yourself a 
lover, eh ... Well, you tell him about this ...!"

He pulled almost all the way out of her and Kate thought for a moment 
that she would get some respite from the awful hurt. But he lunged 
forward again and her knees collapsed under her, leaving her grasping, 
impaled totally by his cock between her buttocks.

Sodomy! She was being sodomized! The lewd thought ran helter-skelter 
through her tortured mind.

She was jolted forward, and jerked backwards, lifted up abruptly and 
screwed unmercifully by her husband. Time ceased to exist and she was 
sure in the middle of it that she had died and that this was hell. Each 
skin-splitting thrust created tiny circles of unbearable pain that 
started around her asshole and spread to every part of her body ... Her 
back passage was an area that seemed filled with burning coals.

Tim gloated above her, as he watched the progress of his stiff prick in 
the puckered hole of his wife's anus. It felt so tight and good, he 
wished he had done it to her before.

"Tell me that you love it ... beg me to do it!" he screamed at her.

"Yes ... yes ..." Kate gasped, her resistance completely destroyed by 
the searing pain of her husband's cock in her rectum. "Yes ... please 
... please ..."

"Please what?" Tim yelled, accentuating his question with another 
painful thrust. "I want to hear you say the words. LOUD!"

"Yes ... yes ..." Kate pleaded. "Anything ... anything ... please fuck 
me there ... fuck me there ..."

"Where?" Tim barked. "Where?"

"In the ass ... fuck me in the ass ... aarrggghhh ..." Kate could 
hardly get the words out.

Now gasping and crooning with delight, Tim began to saw rhythmically 
and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft confines of her 
back passage. He watched the reddish skin of the little round hole draw 
back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out. 
At first the pressure on his cock had been almost unbearable, but now 
it was just tight and exhilarating.

He watched his hardened lust-bloated penis disappear right up her ass 
with every stroke. It went right in so that not a half inch of it 
showed and then it moved about in that tight, resistant passage with 
the knob straining out as if it were going to burst.

He reached down and pulled at her soft yielding buttocks with hard 
vicious smacks that resounded through the room. His sweating face 
dripped onto her hollowing back making it glisten in the light of the 
bedroom. His breath came in short puffing gasps like a runner, his eyes 
looked down on the whiteness of her quivering body that slipped over 
his plunging cock like a tight fitting glove.

"Oooohhh ... God ... God! ..." Kate gasped as her angered husband 
pressed tight against her soft buttocks and rotated the head around and 
around deep inside her rectum. Her moaning was adding to his pleasure 
and his hands crawled over her buttocks and back, kneading her flesh 
like fresh dough. Bright red welts followed his fingers as they dug 
into her tender mild white skin.

His balls ached and his cock nearly exploded every time he surged into 
her. She was completely his. A slave, submitting to him. He could do 
with her anything he liked and he did, digging his penis into her ass 
and leaving it there, hearing her groan while he jiggled his loins and 
wormed it deep around in her. He drew it out to the glans and then 
plunged it right in again in one long, slow stroke. His prick was 
tingling, his balls alive. He could come now whenever he chose and he 
wanted to feel that rush of sperm into her ass ... that would be the 
ultimate submission.

He began to dub rapidly into her hard and fast, battering her quivering 
buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his fingers 
squeezing the spare flesh into odd shapes. His mouth opened and his 
breath whirled out of it in long, broken gasps.

"Ohhhh, baby ... daddy's cumming ... you little bitch ... daddy's 
cumming ... fuck back ... fuck back!!!" he gasped giving one last 
spine-chilling ramrod thrust shattering his sperm in wave after wave 
far into the secret depths of her behind. It seemed as if his scrotum 
had never been emptied before. He groaned and almost cried out with 
delight as the last drops of his semen squeezed out the tip of his 
penis and mingled lewdly with the rest of the white liquid cum trapped 
deep inside the warm rubbery cavern of her rectum ...



Chapter 8


"Come in!" Sam called. Kate pushed open the big oak door. Sam was 
sitting behind his desk.

She ran over to him ... "Oh Sam ... Sam ..." she cried, tears streaming 
down her face. Sam got up and came around the desk to meet her.

"My, my ..." he said ... "And on your birthday, too ... By the way, I'm 
going to have all those presents put away for you in a special room ... 
You can use them as you like. Now what's the trouble?"

Kate clung to his neck letting all the words tumble out quickly ... 
that she had to leave Tim, divorce him ... that she had no idea what 
she was doing or what was to become of her, but that she knew that Sam 
would help her ... even if she had behaved like a common slut the night 
before ... surely he would help her.

Sam sat her down on his sofa and brought out the brandy. "First of all, 
let me tell you that you behaved just as I wanted you to behave last 
night. You were beautiful, more beautiful than ever. I want you, Kate 
... You must know that by now ... and I won't let Tim be a problem to 
you or to me. I've dealt with Aries rams before!"

Kate sat sipping the brandy ... she was beginning to feel secure again. 
The reassuring tone of Sam's voice droned on and on in her head and the 
surrounding of books and papers all served to calm her considerably.

"And you will travel everywhere that I go ... be my, shall we say, 
special assistant? You will have as much money as you need to keep you 
happy, clothes, friends, position ... It's a nice life ... Parties like 
last night's, celebrities, fun and games ... Will you do it? There may 
be things that are difficult for you in the beginning, but after a 
while it will all be smooth sailing!"

"Yes ... yes ... I want to do that!" Kate said ... "Yes!"

"Well, think about it ... I insist ... come and tell me tomorrow ... 
about this same time ... All right?"

"All right," Kate agreed reluctantly.

Sam helped her up and took her in his arms, squeezing her tightly to 
his body. His cock rose against her belly as he pressed her closer and 
closer to him, rubbing her crotch against its hardness.

"Come tomorrow, my love ... I'll be waiting for you with this." His 
cock executed a jerk against her warm, now friendly pussy and she could 
feel the outline of it clearly. She blushed a deep red as the juices 
began to trickle unashamedly down between her thighs. Why did she have 
to wait until the next day, she wondered, when she wanted to be with 
him right then, right that moment.

"Now, run along... I've some work to do ... See you tomorrow!" Sam 
escorted her to the door and ushered her out, kissing her gently on the 
neck before she left.

*  *  *  *  *

The following day at the appointed time, Kate went to Sam's study. She 
felt very composed that day and sure of her decision. She had spent the 
night alone in the room that contained her birthday presents, sleeping 
until late that morning. It had been wonderful being alone. She had 
been able to think things out clearly for the first time in a long 
time. She had carefully avoided running into Tim. She hoped that he 
would just leave.

It was with relief that she realized that she felt no allegiance 
whatsoever to her husband. Sam was the man who occupied most of her 
thoughts. Even though she was still confused about his sexual habits, 
she kept remembering how it felt to be alone with him. How thoughtful 
he was and how handsome ... all those presents! She had tried 
everything on several times before going to sleep and unbeknownst to 
her, Sam Dagon had spent a short while watching her from behind the 
two, way mirror before going to his own bedroom.

Now Kate waited patiently for Sam to answer her knock. She was wearing 
one of the new dresses she had bought at Magnin's ... a short jumper 
with long sleeves and a low plunging neckline that showed off the 
voluptuous blossoming of her creamy breasts. She wanted to look her 
best for Sam to keep him wanting her as long as possible.

He came to the door and let her in. The sight of him sent little 
ripples of excitement scurrying over her and she could feel her skin 
breaking out in goose-bumps.

"Come in, darling," Sam said. "Come into the alcove."

Kate followed him into the spacious alcove of the library where a large 
studio couch stood against the wall. It was minutes before she was 
completely undressed and in Sam's arms.

"Oh, Sam ... oh darling ..." she cried out, trembling in Sam's strong 
arms.

She felt the leather of the couch, cool on her naked skin, as the 
somber light made shadowy shapes of their coupling bodies. The soft 
sounds of their lovemaking grew to crescendo pitch and eventually the 
room fairly rocked with lewd grunts and groans as Sam's cock dipped 
hungrily in and out of her receptive cunt. It felt even more wonderful 
than she had remembered, filling her, satisfying her so completely that 
she burst into tears.

"Oh, Sam ... oh darling ..." she cried out, raising herself up to him 
as he lay on top of her spent body. "You're wonderful ... so wonderful! 
And I want to be with you always..."

"Will you do just as I say at all times?" Sam asked her.

Kate hesitated, thinking of Tule Hasan and his agent ... she still 
couldn't quite accept what had happened, even though she had tried to 
rationalize the whole thing.

"There is nothing wrong with the human body, my love ... and I believe 
in enjoying its pleasure to the fullest. You will have to go along with 
me on this if we're going to be a team! Not only go along, love ... but 
I'll be expecting you to take the initiative on certain occasions!"

His rock-hard penis executed a little jump at the farthest end of her 
filled vagina, causing Kate to moan with the renewed excitation of her 
womb. She felt so wet and warm between her legs, where she could feel 
the seeping of Sam's sperm mingled with her own lubricating fluids. 
Sam's hairy chest tickled at her hard nipples, his body hot against 
hers. She was intoxicated by his powerful aura, his expert lovemaking. 
At that moment she was beginning to think that she would be able to do 
anything he asked her to do ... anything at all.

"I'll try ..." she whispered, pulling him closer to her. Her hands 
played up and down his back enjoying the hard muscles beneath the 
smooth tawny skin. "Oh, God," she thought ... "I love him. I really 
love him!"

Sam playfully withdrew his enormous member from its snug confines, 
holding it just outside of Kate's tingling cunt, then he pushed it all 
the way in, until its full length was imbedded to the hilt in her 
velvety depths. The entrance of his cock made a soft wet noise as it 
slid into the moist passageway.

"Umph!" Kate grunted, lust flowing fast through her veins as once more 
she wrapped her long sensuous legs around Sam's back, drawing him in, 
locking him to her wide-stretched crotch.

Long, smooth strokes, hard and swift, poking into her as though he were 
churning butter with his cock ... Sam fucked her well, but his mind was 
elsewhere. Without losing a stroke, he reached out behind the couch and 
pressed a buzzer. If this worked, he knew there would be no turning 
back for Kate and he could count on her.

*  *  *  *  *

Kate looked up through blurry eyes, red and swollen from the exertions 
of lovemaking.

"Dot!" Her first impulse was to jump up and scratch the French girl's 
eyes out, but she held herself back. Sam must have asked her to come 
here ... but while they were making love!? Kate had gotten half-dressed 
by the time the girl came in, wearing nothing but her panties and a 
bra, both of matching cream-colored satin ... presents from Sam, and 
Sam was sitting behind his desk wearing his black silk lounging robe 
and smoking a cigar.

Dot looked at Kate and with her usual good nature, smiled and said, 
"Bonjour!" Then she let off a stream of French to Sam that Kate's high 
school French could not follow. Sam answered her briefly and nodded 
toward Kate.

Kate thought she was going to explode from anger if someone didn't 
explain something in English soon. Perhaps Dot was here to apologize to 
her about Tim ... Well, it no longer mattered ... she wanted to hear 
nothing about Tim ... nothing whatsoever!

"Kate, darling," Sam said. "This will be more in the order of a lesson 
than anything else ... of course, you can make of it what you like ... 
but I want you to retain what is going to happen so that you will be 
able to do this yourself in the future!"

"What? Do what?" Kate asked. She had been sitting in a chair facing the 
desk and now she pulled herself up halfway, the tendons in her hands 
standing out tautly as she gripped the arms of the chair.

"A little diversion ..." Sam said ... "With Dot."

"Sam," Kate swallowed hard. "If you mean what I think ... I thought 
..." she stuttered weakly. "I'm sorry but I-I just can't ..."

Sam stood up, pulling his robe belt tight around him.

"Of course you can ... You just told me you could do anything for me!"

"But I didn't mean ..."

A menacing glare transformed Sam's usually peaceful features and Kate 
felt suddenly cold. How could everything crumble like this so suddenly?

"I thought we had made an arrangement!" Sam said with mock sadness. 
"I'm disappointed in you.

Kate's head began to ache and her chills had turned to hot flashes.

Dot stood by watching impassively. She found it very amusing. Sam 
certainly did have some entertaining ideas ... first the husband and 
now the wife!

Kate lowered her head, and when she raised it again her eyes were 
glistening with tears. She looked at Dot with her mouth open, but no 
words came. They were both waiting for her to say something. She felt 
as though a hot spotlight had been turned on her and that she was in 
the proverbial "hot seat" being given the third degree. Her hands 
trembled visibly and her lower lip quivered with apprehension

She dared not look at Sam again, because she knew it would be too 
painful. What choices did she have! If she left Sam now she would be 
back where she started ...only worse maybe, with no husband, no job ... 
nothing. She could always get another job waiting on tables, but the 
very thought brought knots to her stomach. Apart from the feelings she 
had for Sam, positions like the one he was giving her didn't come 
around every day ... she couldn't even type so secretarial work was out 
...

"All right, Sam," she said, her face burning. "What ... what shall I 
do?" She looked over again at the French girl who was leaning 
nonchalantly against the bookshelves waiting for them to make up their 
minds.

Sam smiled. He knew she'd pull through.

"Well, first of all, we'll get you two girls together in the alcove ... 
Yes, I think that's the best place!" He moved out from behind the desk, 
rubbing his hands together.

Kate rose and stumbled toward the alcove. She felt their eyes on her 
back as she walked. She knew they were looking at the way her buttocks 
moved below the skimpy panties she had worn. But that sight had been 
meant for Sam's eyes, and for his alone. Not for this woman ... this 
creature who had seduced her husband ... or had it been the other way 
around?

They reached the alcove and Kate felt herself grow dizzy and stopped to 
steady herself against a table that held a big globe that was centuries 
old. This was just awful! He was going to ask her to do what to her was 
the most immoral thing she could think of. The thought of it was 
disgusting ... A woman with another woman ... God, had she stooped so 
low that she would allow this to happen to her too ... this, after 
everything else she had been through?

" I won't do it," she told herself fiercely ... "I can't!" She looked 
wildly about her as though the walls might open up, allowing her a 
quick means of escape. But there was no exit and she was still standing 
there, clothed in the undies that were an embarrassment to her

"All right, Dot ... go to work on her ... want to see you do a good job 
too ... this is important."

Dot smiled at Sam wickedly. "Have I ever failed you yet?" she asked. 
Then she moved toward Kate who was still standing uncertainly by the 
table.

Kate put her hand to her breasts, the tops of which were exploding over 
the small under-cups of her bra, as if to protect them from this small 
woman who was approaching her. But Dot reached behind Kate and deftly 
undid the back of her bra, causing it to fall to the floor with a small 
plop. Kate's nails dug into her own back as her arms went around her 
bared bosom, covering the large pink nipples, but little else of the 
enormous globes.

"MMMMMmmmmm ..." Dot said. "You are big. About like me ...see?" She 
lifted up her sweater revealing bare breasts of about the same 
astounding proportions as Kate's. "Must be why your man likes them!" 
Dot continued.

Kate burst into tears. It was hopeless ... she was defenseless before 
these perverted people. She stood there, her entire body quaking and 
trembling, while Sam and Dot watched. But her hands had gone up to her 
face, leaving a complete view of her nipples and Dot took advantage of 
this by reaching out and tweaking both of them.

Kate almost jumped out of her skin, stepping quickly backwards and away 
from Dot. But Sam's voice brought her sharply to attention.

"Come on, Kate ... Let's get on with it," he said sharply.

Dot grabbed Kate by the hand and pulled her over to the couch forcing 
her to sit down. Kate lifted her hips and allowed her to pull off her 
panties, sitting as if in a daze, her face pale and expressionless. Her 
bulbous breasts shivered slightly and the nipples were now stiff and 
hard from her fear.

"Lie back, cherie," Dot said. "I won't hurt you ... How can l? I am 
just a woman. I have not got an enormous prick like a man. What is the 
matter with you?" Dot did not wait for an answer, she pushed Kate down 
on the couch, so that she was lying slouched, with her back against the 
big, leather pillows and her feet still firmly planted on the floor.

Dot looked at her a moment and then quickly undressed in front of her. 
Sam meanwhile had taken a seat near the entrance to the alcove. The 
sight of the two incredibly formed women together was truly exciting.

God, he thought ... they were made for fucking ... both of them!

Kate with a figure like some fantasy creature, perfect in every way ... 
full firm breasts that jutted out above a slender torso and tiny waist. 
Hips that someone must have dreamed up, thighs and legs made for 
wrapping around a man's back. God, she was magnificent! And Dot, whose 
short dark hair made a perfect contrast to Kate's long blonde hair, 
with her equally fabulous breasts and slender hips almost like a boy's.

He watched as Dot nimbly got to her knees in front of Kate and then 
matter-of-factly parted the blonde woman's legs, revealing the 
vulnerable young vaginal slit that he had plundered so many times 
earlier in the day. His prick made a jump as he watched the look of 
mortification on Kate's face as Dot pried her legs even farther apart 
after Kate had made an attempt to close them again.

"Oh ... ca suffit," she cried out angrily ... "Let me do what I must 
do!"

"You heard her, Kate," Sam called over ... "Be a good girl!"

Obediently, Kate let her legs remain parted, lying back again quietly. 
She was so ashamed she didn't know what to do. She felt utterly naked, 
more vulnerable than she had ever been before, as the tears streaked 
jagged little paths down her cheeks. She knew that Dot was staring 
right into her crotch, and that Sam was sitting by the door in his 
robe, watching every thing that happened.

It was vile, dirty. She was trapped like some school girl who had made 
the mistake of getting into a passing motorist's car.

She cried out in shame and horror as Dot's fingers touched the tender 
lips of her vagina.

"Oh, oh!" Dot said. "Excited already aren't you ... it will feel good I 
guarantee." She looked over at Sam, who nodded to her by way of 
assurance. Her fingers continued to explore the still moist pit of 
Kate's warm pussy, making searing contact with every little cranny of 
the sensitive organ. With an expert touch her thumb smoothed around 
Kate's clitoris while her fingers began to slip teasingly into her 
vagina.

Kate knew that she was now among the lowest of the low ... Her eyes 
tightly shut, she endured the obscene touches, telling herself that the 
sooner she cooperated the sooner it would be over. Sam's voice was 
coming across the room to her ears ... "Relax ... Relax ..." But it did 
no good. She was no lesbian. How could he do this to her?

Dot's fingers were now all the way inside of her, plunging up higher 
and Kate tried to squeeze her thighs together to prevent her from going 
further. But Dot wedged her entire body in between Kate's shapely legs, 
pressing her breasts up against Kate's naked genitals as she did so.

"She's tight," she called over to Sam. "How did you ever get such a big 
cock like yours inside of her?"

"Oh, I got inside all right," Sam answered. "Don't you worry about 
that! Feels good doesn't it?"

"Not bad ... very soft, very wet," Dot answered, twisting her fingers 
about sharply. Her nails scraped for an instant against the walls of 
Kate's vagina, tearing at the flesh, and Kate bit her lips, gasping in 
pain.

Then it happened again, the sheer perversion of what was happening 
turned her around inside so that she began to get excited. The feminine 
thumb toying with her clitoris and the steady rhythm with which Dot 
plunged her fingers inside her aching cunt ... Sam sitting there ... 
What was he making of her? A whore ...

Did she love him so much that she would do even this? Do it and enjoy 
it? The answer seemed to be yes, as the hand at her pussy began to 
gently twirl about inside her, causing a delicate sensation, quite 
different from anything she had ever felt before. There was something 
subtle and odd about it that made her flesh crawl. Delicious spasms of 
lust climbed up her spine as with a shiver of surrender. Kate untensed 
her legs, involuntarily stretching them still wider apart. When she 
opened her eyes, Dot was staring right at her, a lewd expression on her 
face, and Kate tried to fight back the unmistakable pleasure she was 
feeling. But fighting it only made it grow more intense, and her vagina 
felt like a magnet, attracting Dot's fingers ever deeper inside. Her 
body seemed parched with longing as she began to squirm about on the 
leather couch.

"C'est deliceux, n'est-ce pas?" Dot tormented, looking her straight in 
the eye.

Kate's French was good enough to know what Dot was talking about. Yes, 
indeed it was delicious, uncommonly delicious, but she could only bring 
herself to moan helplessly in humiliation and turn her head away, 
avoiding Dot's eyes.

But this last confrontation only served to increase the masochistic 
excitement and she knew there was no more fighting it back.

"Sam, come look at her now ... she's loving it."

Kate could hear Sam's soft footsteps on the rug coming closer, but she 
didn't dare to open her eyes. Her cunt was just one big ache now as Dot 
worked harder and harder, warming to her task. It was disgusting ... 
unbelievable, and yet ... oh, God, she had to have it go on, it was 
getting better and better, this woman's hand at her private genitals, 
torturing her with unwanted lust.

Her hips jerked up and around and she lewdly spread her legs wider, 
forcing Dot's hand deeper into her damp pussy. She had to make it go on 
and on and on!

"OH OH OH!" she began to scream, writhing about on the couch ... "Oh," 
she gave another jerk and slipped down off the couch, sending Dot 
sprawling in front of her. But Dot did not waste a moment. In a flash, 
she was back on her knees in front of Kate's widespread legs ... this 
time they were both on the soft steer-hide rug that covered the alcove.

"Aaaaahh ... oooohhh aaaaaallh!" Kate cried as she filled again at the 
touch of the insistent hand. It was beautiful bliss, at last she was at 
the breaking point, no longer aware of anything around her. It went on 
and on, a sweet climax that choked her with its intensity.

A voice sounded in her head ... a scream ... and dimly she was aware 
that it was her own voice, her own cry of heavenly release.

*  *  *  *  *

Sam threw off his robe and quickly stepped in and separated the two 
women. His mouth was dry, and he was overcome with emotion by the sight 
he had just witnessed. She had relaxed all right ... she'd almost 
enjoyed it too much. What she needed was another taste of a man's cock, 
he decided, and that went for Dot too.

First he shoved his cock into Kate's wet and pulsating cunt, still 
trembling from her recent orgasm, crying out himself as he felt its 
warm slippery sheath close in on him. His big stiff penis stuffed into 
her so hard that he was almost picking her entire ass and legs off the 
floor with each blow.

"Ugh! Ugh!" His grunts resounded in the alcove, while Dot looked on. 
Kate screamed with masochistic pain ... but he didn't seem to care that 
he was hurting her and continued bucking into her like a madman, his 
teeth clenched savagely, an evil grin on his face.

After a short while of this, he grabbed hold of Dot and forced her to 
straddle Kate's helpless, prone body. That way Dot's round white ass 
was directly in position for him to alternately ram it into her anus, 
when he had jerked his cock from Kate's ravaged vagina.

Dot screamed when she realized what Sam was going to do. He was much 
too big, and even though he had done it before, each time it hurt her 
so badly that she couldn't sit down comfortably for days. She let loose 
a stream of imprecations in French to Sam, but it was like music to his 
ears as he continued to force the big blood-filled head of his cock 
into her tight red anal passage. Her nether cheeks presented thus to 
him, seemed to be begging for it, and he rammed on in, enjoying every 
moment.

Dot was looking directly down into Kate's face, and their lips suddenly 
locked tightly together, tongues swirling, as Sam alternately plowed 
into their burning apertures. Dot's ass trembled as he parted the soft 
cheeks for each rough jab, and then brutally withdrew in order to stab 
again into Kate's wildly straining pussy.

It was a long, long while before the dual fucking was finished and Sam 
Dagon now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that now he had young Tim's 
wife in exactly the position he wanted her in ... how sweet it was 
going to be ... how sweet it was going to be ...



Chapter 9


Tim paced up and down in the living room of their apartment. Where was 
she anyway? ... He couldn't imagine what had possessed him to treat her 
like that! He had been trying for two days to catch up with her, but 
she wouldn't even speak to him, and he didn't know where she was 
sleeping. If only I could talk to her, he thought. Damn ... why did we 
ever come here! I was right at the beginning ... why didn't I just 
stick with it? He winced as the memory of how Kate yelled and begged 
him to stop sodomizing her so brutally came back to him.

God, was he crazy or something, treating her like that? And all for 
what ... It was true what she had said, he had been out fucking the 
little French bitch ... not paying any attention to her ... If she saw 
them like she said no wonder she had gone off the deep end. Old Dagon 
was probably waiting for her too!

Damn!

He took his topcoat and went out the door. Perhaps if he got some air, 
things would clear up in his head ... and there was the slim chance 
that Kate might be outside. He felt sick as he traversed the tight and 
airy halls of Dagon Manor and he decided to stop on his way to his 
office to pick up some aspirin he had left there.

Once there he sat at his desk and gazed sadly out at the terrace. There 
were people at the pool. He rushed over to the window and peered out, 
totally unprepared for the sight that greeted his eyes.

Kate and Dot were in the midst of an animated conversation, both 
stretched out on the colorful lounge chairs beside the pool.

What on earth did they have to talk about? His heart was pounding at 
the sight of Kate who looked incredibly beautiful to him in a small 
blue bikini that he had never seen before. He had to talk to her, he 
just had to!

He opened up the French doors and called out to her.

"Kate ..."

He prayed under his breath that she would come, not even caring what 
Dot thought about the fact that he hadn't seen her in days ... whereas 
they usually met at least once every day out by the hedge maze or in 
her room.

Kate looked up when she heard her name being called. She removed her 
big sunglasses and guarded her eyes with her hand. Squinting in the 
bright sunlight, she saw her husband standing at the office door.

What a bore, she thought. But she excused herself to Dot and got up 
from the chair, pulling the bottom of her suit down over one overly 
exposed buttock as she walked.

As she ambled slowly toward him, Tim wished that he could take her in 
his arms, but he didn't dare after what he had done to her the other 
day.

"Kate, baby!" he said, when she finally reached him.

Kate brushed past him and entered the office.

"Mmmmmmm," she said, "doesn't look like you've done much work in the 
last few days."

Tim restrained himself from mentioning that she hadn't even set foot in 
the office since the day of the party.

"Honey ..." he said ... "you've got to come back ... I'll make it up to 
you somehow ... we've just got to get out of this place while we still 
can! Remember... l told you we shouldn't have come ... I told you it 
would be ..."

Kate interrupted him icily, "And what do you propose that we do for 
money? I suppose you want me to get my old job back at Alfie's while 
you continue to write that masterpiece of yours?"

"No ... I ..."

"Well, it won't do, Tim. You've got to offer me better than that! You 
go and get a job that will give us more money than I'm making right now 
and then come back and get me. And maybe ... just maybe I'll go with 
you! Until then, I really don't care what you do!"

She turned and walked out, leaving her shattered husband standing 
there. He watched her walk away, his face red with the conflicting 
emotions that played in his head. Finally he shrugged and went back to 
his desk to look for the aspirin he had originally come to get.

*  *  *  *  *

The dinner party took place three days later. Since Tim had not yet 
seen fit to leave the premises, Sam decided to make good use of him. 
Molly and Craig Soames would like him, he decided, so he sent Tim a 
note suggesting rather strongly that he put in an appearance in the 
main salon that evening.

Tim received the note under his door where Dot had placed it. He had 
been brooding and staying to himself for the last three days. Every now 
and then he would go the typewriter and try to work, but it was no 
good, nothing came.

He kept hoping that Kate would appear, but she never did. The most he 
could hope for was a brief glimpse of her in the halls ... and whenever 
she caught sight of him, the expression on her face made it clear she 
wished he would leave. But somehow he couldn't leave. It would be 
admitting defeat and he wasn't the kind to do that easily. Sam Dagon 
hadn't said boo to him, so he assumed that he wanted him to continue 
his duties at the Manor; therefore, he decided he would stay until 
everything got resolved in one way or another.

When the note came inviting him to dinner that night, he was very 
pleased. He wasn't quite sure what it meant, but he knew that it would 
give him a chance to see Kate and Dagon at the same time. He visualized 
leaping up from the table, punching Sam Dagon in the nose, grabbing 
Kate and taking her out the big front door. What a pleasure that would 
be! Over and over he rehearsed the cutting words that he would fling at 
Dagon and at Kate too, if she got too sassy, and by the time he had 
donned his tux and stood tall and impeccably groomed in front of the 
mirror, he had worked himself into a nervous frenzy.

He walked through the halls, gazing at the pictures on the walls, 
portraits of Dagon's family, most of them, some landscapes and a 
sampling of still lifes. But he looked at the paintings without seeing, 
for he was still concentrating on what was about to take place, knowing 
that everything ... his whole life hung on the evening's events.

The sound of laughter rose from the main salon to greet him as he 
descended the stairs and he realized for the first time that there 
would be other people attending the dinner party. Of course. Why hadn't 
he thought of that! All his carefully rehearsed words had to be hastily 
revised and, by the time he was face to face with the small group, he 
was thoroughly confused.

Kate looked up from her seated position and annoyance danced in her 
eyes at the sight of her husband, but she knew that Sam was counting on 
her, so she tried to cover the look with one of indifference. Her long 
soft orange brushed wool skirt trailed to her toes as she uncurled her 
legs from the chair and stretched them out before her.

Molly and Craig Soames turned to appraise the newcomer and Sam Dagon 
could see the sharpened interest in Molly Soames' face when she looked 
at Tim. He had been right again. Molly was looking around for a new man 
again. It didn't take her long to wear out her frequent lovers and toss 
them away like worn-out shoes. Not that Craig didn't make her happy. It 
was just that a woman like Molly could never be satisfied with just one 
man. Craig knew it and accepted it, being more than a casual girl-
chaser himself.

It was important to Sam that he remain in the Soames' good graces, not 
only because he had known them for a long time and he liked them, but 
because Craig was the one banker upon whom he could always count. When 
in his extensive wheeling and dealing he needed another enormous loan 
arranged or an extension or something which was not quite according to 
Brown, Craig was the man he saw. It was a mutually satisfactory 
arrangement; well worthwhile to Craig whose prestige among his fellow 
bankers grew each time he managed another large account that was 
invariably Sam Dagon's or someone that Sam had brought to him.

"Well, do come in and sit down," Molly said to Tim, batting her long 
eyelashes flirtatiously. "My, what an attractive husband you have," she 
said, removing her eyes briefly from Tim in order to look over at Kate.

"Some people think so ..." Kate said, noncommittally, looking away. She 
was thinking about Craig Soames. He had been looking at her with open 
admiration since he and his wife had arrived and Kate knew that Sam 
expected her to sleep with him later. The idea disturbed her, but she 
was beginning to become curious about him, in spite of the remaining 
traces of a morality that was rapidly disappearing. She would be 
voluntarily and with premeditation sleeping with a man that she had 
just met ... someone she had only known for a few hours! But Sam had 
said he was a big banker, someone vitally important to his welfare and 
her also by association.

Sam had told her he would be attractive and he had been right. Craig 
was an older man with graying hair but he seemed very refined, very 
English in a way, and his steely blue eyes were hard to avoid. Kate 
found herself looking deep into them at the oddest moments, when she 
hadn't even thought he would be looking at her. She was beginning to 
feel on pins and needles about the whole thing. She hoped it would run 
as smoothly as Sam had said it would ... and that soon after dinner Tim 
would disappear with Kate. In spite of herself, a pang of jealousy 
sparked through her at the thought ... but then she reminded herself 
that she didn't care and attempted to forget it. There was so much to 
think about !

Tim sat down where Sam motioned him to sit. He had hardly glanced at 
Sam, he realized, as he gazed across at Molly Soames. The introductions 
had been made and the polite phrases of greeting completed. Kate had 
only mumbled at him and he could hardly grab her right then. Things 
seemed to be getting away from him ... he could feel it happening 
almost immediately as the five of them sat cozily drinking double 
Beefeater martinis.

Molly's hand was on his knees ... she was making some point in the 
conversation, but Tim couldn't remember what it was about. He hoped he 
wouldn't be called upon to make a coherent comment about it! His eyes 
kept returning to Molly's dress. It was made out of one of those new 
diaphanous materials and her svelte figure snuggled beneath it, 
completely nude! She hadn't stood up yet, so he didn't know if one 
could see her pussy outline, but he sure as hell was looking straight 
at two of the sweetest breasts, nipples and all, he'd seen in a long 
while! He knew that according to his plan he should have made some very 
caustic comments to Sam by now, swift and debonair enough to make Kate 
sit up and take notice ... all preparatory to the punch in the nose ... 
but somehow his mind kept wandering. His second martini was making its 
effects known ... it certainly did taste good! And he couldn't quite 
understand about Molly Soames ... He could swear she was making the 
biggest play for him since the creation of man, and yet no one seemed 
to notice ... or if they did they didn't seem to care, Molly's husband 
least of all!

By the time they went in to dinner, Tim and Molly were almost 
inseparable. He really couldn't take his eyes off her ... Her long red 
hair cascaded down over her shoulders, curling up at the ends. Tim 
noticed that it bounced when she walked and that wasn't all that 
bounced!

Dinner was superb ... But only Sam Dagon seemed collected enough to 
enjoy a hearty dinner. Kate and Tim were seated facing each other with 
Craig sitting next to Kate and Molly next to Tim. And none of them paid 
too much attention to the array of gourmet dishes that were served and 
then whisked away by a very amused Dot.

While they were still sitting at the table, Tim felt Molly's hand on 
his knee once more, only this time, it continued moving up, inching 
toward his thigh. He sat totally still, shocked by her audacity.

"God, she's going after my cock!" he thought ... what will I do when 
she gets to it?

He didn't have long to wait to find out, for Molly's inquisitive hand 
went straight for his already bulging penis, smoothing up and down 
along the surface of his trousers. Tim knew that little beads of 
perspiration were beginning to start out all over his face and he could 
hardly hold his dessert spoon, his palm was so wet. He looked around at 
the others to see if they could tell what was happening, but no one 
seemed to be looking at him. He noticed that Kate and Craig were deep 
in some conversation ... he only caught a couple of words here and 
there ... something about decorating ... but then he ceased thinking 
about it almost immediately as Molly's fingers dug softly into his 
rampant member, and he heard her whisper huskily to him.

"Let's get out of here ..."

"But," he looked around at the others ...

"No one cares ..." Molly said urgently. Then she turned to Sam. "Tim 
and I would like to go discuss something privately ...do you have any 
ideas?"

Sam smiled ... "Of course ... Why not the "cave" ... you've always 
liked the atmosphere down there, Molly ... You know how to turn the 
music on don't you? Why don't you just run along and have your liqueurs 
down there ... We'll all manage without you, I'm sure."

Tim blushed deep crimson. He'd never been in a situation like this one 
before that was for sure! He'd just have to deal with Kate later. This 
evening clearly was not the moment! Right now, he wanted to get his 
hands under that dress of Molly's ... he was dying to feel her groaning 
under him. He bet she was a wild one all right!

Tim and Molly excused themselves and rapidly left the room, Tim leading 
the way down to the "cave." As they were descending the stairs, he 
cupped his hands under Molly's almost bare bottom and drew her to him, 
feeling the softness of her belly and the hardness of her sex mound 
pressing to his throbbing cock.

"Oh, baby ... let's get that dress off of you! Come on!" He pulled her 
into the darkness of the cave and without bothering to turn on the 
lights, fell down with her to one of the many foam rubber pads that 
conveniently surrounded the walls.

*  *  *  *  *

Kate noticed when Tim and Molly got up to leave, but she had not heard 
where they were going. Craig Soames had been telling her about his ski 
lodge in Switzerland ... expressing the hope that she and Sam would 
come to visit them there during the coming winter. His leg had been 
rubbing against hers all evening, and she was feeling a tell-tale 
moistness between her closely pressed thighs. Craig was a very exciting 
man. She looked over at Sam for some reassurance that everything was 
all right, and that this was indeed what he wanted her to do. And Sam 
smiled and nodded back to her.

"Well, well ..." he said to them, "our forces seem to be dwindling. I 
won't pretend that I will be vexed if you wish to continue your 
discussion in private. I have some work to do. I may, however, join you 
later!"

Sam had told her earlier that he wanted them to go down to the cave, so 
Kate knew that that would be where her adventure with Craig would take 
place. The thought of making love with this man in the very place where 
she had accidentally discovered Tim with Dot sent a shiver of 
perversion through her. It would be like getting her revenge!

After a few more minutes at the table, she and Craig got up and started 
for the downstairs playroom.

She was ready for whatever came next, she told herself. Her courage had 
grown since dinner... the wine, the soft lights and the music that Sam 
had been playing, all had contributed to her mellow mood. When they had 
left the dining room, Craig put his arm around her and they walked 
toward the stairway that led to the cellar. Before they entered the 
room, Kate watched Craig reach toward a switch near the outside of the 
door. He flicked it, suddenly the room was filled with the loud rock 
music that typified what was playing in most discotheques.

"You've been here before ..." Kate said.

"Oh, yes ... many times ..." Craig answered, leading her inside, "but 
seldom in such magnificent company!"

They stepped into the darkness and their ears were bombarded by the 
music ... Kate could hardly make out a thing in the room, but Craig led 
her straight across the room to the far side where he clutched her to 
him without ceremony. His tongue probed moistly beyond her lips and 
into her mouth while his hand began to run up and down the flanks of 
her trembling body. The stranger's kiss excited her. The unfamiliar 
mouth sucking gently on her tongue made her breasts and stomach become 
tense with anticipation. She could feel his prick stiffening against 
her belly.

"I want to feel your legs wrapped around my neck ..." he whispered 
hotly into her ear.

Kate felt something akin to the fear she had felt when it had become 
clear that Tule Hasan and his agent were going to violate her. But this 
time, she was in control of the situation. It was quite different. She 
let herself mold to Craig's body as though she were made of flexible 
plastic and when he lowered them both to the couch next to the wall she 
felt a wonderful sense of wickedness. So this was what freedom was 
like!

For a brief instant she thought of Tim, wondering where he had gone off 
to with Molly. Well, anything he could do, she could do better!

"Come on, baby, light my fiy-ah!" the music built and built in the 
confines of the room as Craig's hands searched salaciously under Kate's 
skirt in the darkness. He pulled down her panties, slowly and 
deliberately, while his tongue sought out the depths of her willing 
mouth. Kate knew from the way Craig handled her that he was going to 
satisfy her wonderfully. It was marvelous to be able to look forward to 
that.

Soon she was completely nude, the cool air of the room sending little 
chills across her naked skin. Craig had removed his clothes too and his 
slender hips were pressing against the fullness of her thighs, his big 
prick sticking up obscenely between their close-pressed bodies. Then 
she was over on her back and Craig had begun to kiss her, lowering his 
head to her stiffening nipples, where he grasped them with his teeth, 
playing back and forth from one to the other with his mouth. Kate could 
feel her loins go hot and wet from the wet ministrations of Craig's 
tongue. She started pushing her hips up impatiently toward his growing 
cock. Its hardness was driving her crazy! She had to feel it in her ...

"Quick! Quick!" she said ... moaning softly. "I want you to fuck me 
with it!" She reached down, caught in a hopeless turmoil of lust, and 
grabbed onto Craig's rigid prick pulling it toward her until the thick 
head slipped slowly between the tight hair-lined lips that guarded her 
vagina. Craig pressed into her and, with one grunt, rammed his cock all 
the way into her squirming belly.

"Uuuuuuh!" she moaned tossing her head from side to side, as the 
wonderful prick brought sweet magic into her longing cunt. Her eyes 
rolled back ecstatically in her head and she abandoned herself to his 
plunging rhythm.

*  *  *  *  *

"Ooooooooooh!" Molly gasped as Tim's tongue performed a perfect circle 
in the smooth pink mouth of her pussy. He was holding her legs up, one 
thigh resting on each of his shoulders, and driving his tongue deep 
into her pink-lipped vagina.

"God, what a cunt!" He wished that there was some light so that he 
could see if her pussy hair was the same fiery color as her shoulder-
length tresses.

He was panting hard, holding himself back from fucking her. He wanted 
to prolong this as much as he could! She was screaming and howling 
under him, but now the music was so loud that he could scarcely hear 
what she was saying.

Faster and faster he ground his whole mouth down into her burning 
pussy, while her hips twitched crazily, fighting toward a climax.

"Hot little number ... sweet little cunt!" Tim was thinking to himself 
... "Oh, God I want to suck you until doomsday!"

They both had been startled when the music had started, but it had not 
deterred them more than an instant from their hurried exploration of 
each other. They had no idea that Kate and Craig were sharing their sex 
room with them.

Molly clawed up at Tim's arms, pulling him ever closer to her hungry 
sex. He had gone right for her warm, seeping wet pussy, slipping his 
long flat tongue deftly between the folds, flicking smoothly about 
until she had thought she would go mad.

"Aaaaaaaa ... Ooooooooh," she shrieked ecstatically as his head shook 
back and forth like some savage dog's, his hair flying all over his 
head. Molly was ready to explode with the incredible sucking that 
burned at her over-excited cunt.

"Oh, honey ... suck me, suck me ... I ... I'm cumming, baby, love me, 
oh, babeeeee!"

She bounced and jerked beneath his lust-crazed attack, spouting forth a 
steady stream of nonsense words ... her quick orgasm overtaking her 
lovely body completely.

"More ... more ... I want more ..." she groaned out to him as the 
orgiastic spasms finally subsided.

*  *  *  *  *

The tapes of music suddenly stopped. The automatic rewind had somehow 
fouled up and the discotheque cave was immediately flooded with an 
overwhelming silence punctuated only by the violent love cries of its 
inhabitants.

"Oh yes ... Craig! Fuck me ... oh you're fucking me so good ... fuck 
harder ... fuck me ... Oh your cock is wonderful!" Kate bucked so hard 
under Craig Soames that he thought she might toss him off.

God, he thought, Sam sure did know how to pick 'em!

Tim's long cock had just sunk deep into the quivering cunt that had 
just known his tongue so thoroughly. But when the music stopped and he 
heard his wife's voice screaming out obscenities that he didn't even 
know she knew, he stopped with a crushing suddenness.

Kate! In the same room and being fucked by that bastard Craig. She 
can't know we're here! He searched wildly in his head, wondering what 
course to take. Listening to his wife being screwed while he was making 
love to another woman was the most absurd thing he had ever 
experienced.

"Oh Tim ... honey! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Molly yelled out under him 
... and at first he wanted to clamp his hand over her mouth. But he 
could tell by the startled silence across the room that it was too 
late. They had heard. But Molly was pulling him into her, lifting her 
tight, aching cunt up to his dipping cock, twisting her smooth round 
buttocks beneath his hands, wrapping her legs up and around his neck. 
He drove furiously into her. That cunt, Kate!

"Aaaaaaaah!" Molly squealed as his cock's head buried itself in her. 
One finger explored into the crevice of her ass, spreading into the 
tiny ring of her anus. He fucked her like a bull, fury and passion 
mingling in his blood and all the while he could hear Kate, his own 
wife, crying out beneath Molly's husband, for their lovemaking had 
resumed almost immediately.

*  *  *  *  *

Kate had already cum twice, and she was well on her way to her third 
orgasm when the music went off. She was crazy out of her mind from the 
long hard strokes that Craig's burning cock was giving her. She wanted 
it to go on forever. Her hands were curling down to caress Craig's fat, 
swinging balls when Molly Soames' passion-choked voice pierced the 
silence.

She froze in startled horror at the idea that they were not only not 
alone in the cave, but that her husband was right across from them ... 
fucking Craig's wife!

But Craig jolted his swollen cock into her silken cunt more insistently 
than ever and he whispered into her ear.

"It's my wife and your husband. Shall we have a contest to see who can 
have the most fun!"

The utter perversity of it rocked Kate's already trembling soul. Yes, 
by God, she would show him what fucking could be like! She would show 
him how much she had learned without him ... the bastard! But then she 
wasn't thinking about anything anymore as the rock-hard penis that 
skewered into her, crashed down and ground up into her widespread 
pulsing pussy.

"Oooooooooohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she cried out like a stuck pig, knowing all 
the while that her husband could hear her every word. "Ooooooh yes! 
Fuck me, Craig, screw me like a whore!"

*  *  *  *  *

Sam entered the room about half an hour later. Sam brought enough 
Champagne for everyone, but left it to cool in big ice buckets behind 
the bar until everyone was ready for it.

Then he turned on enough light so that he could see everyone, and sat 
on a bar stool from which he had a clear vision of both couples.

He sipped from his glass as he watched Kate sucking on Craig Soames' 
glistening cock, stuffing it hungrily into her sweet ovaled mouth like 
a popsicle. While on the other side of the room, Tim and Molly were 
lost in the oral exploration of each other's throbbing genitals, 
inverted one upon the other like folding, stackable chairs.

He found it very amusing and highly stimulating, so, after awhile, he 
took off his robe and walked naked first to one side of the room, where 
he rammed into the kneeling Molly from behind, grinding her cunt down 
into Tim's face as he did so. Then after a few minutes he got up and 
went to the other side where he impaled Kate's rectum and shot his hot 
sperm between the soft warm cheeks of her wildly bobbing buttocks while 
she was being devastated from below by Craig's conquering prick, 
churning into the soft blonde triangle of her vagina.

He hadn't had such a successful dinner party in some time!



Chapter 10


"Sam! Sam Dagon! How are you?"

Sam looked up from his lunch, offering his right hand to a past 
business acquaintance.

"Well, Tom Roper! Good to see you. Won't you join us?"

"Just on my way out, Sam. But I would like to discuss some ideas I have 
for a new project. Think you might be interested. I have a few things 
worked out on paper and ..."

"Well, listen ..." Sam interrupted him. "Why don't you give my 
secretary a call the first of the week and we'll set up an appointment 
to discuss it."

Tom Roper looked at the luscious blonde sitting next to Sam. Sam sure 
knows how to pick 'em! he thought to himself.

"Oh, excuse me," Sam said. "May I present Kate Tassel, my personal 
assistant."

"My pleasure," Tom Roper nodded to Kate. But he was thinking, I'll bet 
she's personal!

When Roper was out of earshot, Kate turned to Sam, her hand under the 
table caressing Sam's leg.

"Personal assistant," she repeated. "I like the way that sounds. So 
much more refined than 'housekeeper.'"

"Well, I like to see that my good friends are happy," he said, "and 
that they keep me happy."

*  *  *  *  *

"And this is the guest cottage ..." Tim was saying as he opened the 
door to the small house at the west end of the property. "It isn't used 
very much but it has to be kept up at all times."

As the new young housekeeper walked past Tim into the cottage his hand 
rested gently on her firm backside.

"Is that one of my duties, too?" she asked him, pushing his hand away.

"I hope you don't ever think of it as a duty," Tim answered. "We want 
everyone to be happy here. What would make you happy?" he asked 
suggestively, pulling her close to him, "Hmmmmm?"

*  *  *  *  *

Kate signaled the waitress to bring another round of drinks.

"You know we're going to need another maid soon. I think Dot will be 
leaving us. Besides I think we can do a lot better in that department. 
Have you noticed our waitress, Sam?"

Sam looked up at Kate.

"I see you understand me better every day. As a matter of fact, I did 
notice the young girl. See what you can do for me, will you. You seem 
to handle these situations so easily ..."

Kate smiled, wondering how Tim was making out back at the house with 
the newest applicant for her old "job."


The End