He pushed the dress back over her shoulders, down over her upper arms, baring her to the waist, and covered her whole torso with the most tender caresses he was capable of, her shoulders, her neck, the under-sides of her breasts, he even licked her moist but sweet-smelling armpits. He caressed her smooth belly and the innocent indentation of her navel, pushing the fabric downward until he had found the top of her panties.
Ike couldn't believe how easy this had been. First, he had given her a stiff dose of alcohol, though not a lot for a drinker, scared her a little, and then stroked her a little. The little bitch must have a low tolerance for alcohol and a very high need for sex. Lots of hormones and insecurity. Great nerve endings. Whatever. She was going to get what he wanted her to have: eight inches of cock.
Kim's eyes opened wide as Ike's hands took her dress and the waistband of her panties and began working them over and off her plump buttocks and trim hips. She opened her mouth to make some kind of protest but before she could say a word, Ike was speaking softly and planting light kisses on her uplifted tits.
"I think it's wonderful that you're doing this for your husband, so that he can keep his job and move up in the organization," he muttered in between his kisses. "And to think I believed you were only here to tease me."
Kim froze. So this was it. If she stopped him, she was teasing him, exactly what she had sworn she wasn't doing. And his words made it also very clear that Curt would lose his job if she didn't let him remove her clothing. They also implied that he would move up in the organization if she co-operated. The fact was, it was unthinkable that she should let another man be this intimate with her, but what was she to do? Was there any alternative to letting this man kiss and bare her body this way? But then again, it felt so good.
Harvey pulled her clothing down over the smooth expanse of her belly, down to her thighs, revealing the puffy, pouting mound of tender vulval flesh and the vulnerable layer of blond hair feathering out from the cleft between her labia. She lifted her thighs slightly to allow him to remove them all the way, and he slid them down and off her feet. She wore no stockings or pantyhose. The only ones she had had in the house were old and had horrendous runs. As he gazed hungrily at her thighs and belly, she was glad that she had not bothered to wear them. She would have hated him to see her in runny hose.
Ike ran his hands briefly over her belly and thighs and then gently parted her legs so that he could feast his eyes on her sweet and vulnerable pussy. Kim watched him, knowing not what to do. No man besides Curt had even seen her there and now this man, his boss, had his face almost between her thighs. She felt, in the back of her mind, that she should jump up and run, but she fought down her revulsion, determined that when she left the office today she and Curt would be no worse off than when she had come.
Ike parted her lush thighs and raised them so that her knees were in the air and her heels were naturally resting on the cushion of the couch. He stroked the insides of her thighs, noticing that she had averted her face and would not look at this intimate inspection of her genitals. He smelled the gentle musty aroma of her vagina, ran his fingers over the tender, furry labia, stroked the downy hair he found there, and gently probed into the slit, finding it already wet. With his thumbs he parted the fat lips, and her pussy flowered open to reveal its pink inner surfaces, the tiny nubbin of her clitoris, and the small, delicate, teardrop-shaped orifice of her vagina. His mouth watered as he lowered his face to that glowing, steaming area and went to work with his tongue and lips.
Kim caught her breath, as her hips jerked and her legs automatically flew wide apart at the wicked, delicious feelings that shot through her. He was putting his mouth on her most private intimate spot and it felt so good. That is, it felt good to her body, which responded against her wishes, and her mind, her half drunk, overwrought, innocent mind, had no power to reason under these circumstances. She only knew that the long-neglected nerve endings in her breasts and pussy and her whole body in general were responding to the attention she had been forced to submit to when she had come in to this office and made the biggest mistake of her young life.
Ike's tongue lapped happily over her fragrant slit, tapping rapidly on her blazing clit, drilling into her softening vagina, digging at her tight, pink anus beneath, and catching on his tongue the liquid lubrication that flowed in response to his titillating ministrations. He worked his hands under the round buttocks and, spreading them, licked freely at her twitching anus, that private opening no one had ever before touched, except she herself when she had to wipe. Curt had never touched it, and now his middle-aged boss was licking it!
Kim's body responded in the same way any healthy young female body would to such attention. She jerked and squealed and squirmed and opened her legs wide to the avidly lapping male tongue at her cunt. He pushed his tongue lovingly inside her silky-walled vagina, tasting her slippery, fragrant secretions. He feasted at the well of her femininity and dipped his hungry tongue into her wildly twitching asshole. Her body shook and quivered as her voice rose in unconscious moans, grunts and wails of ecstasy. Curt was forgotten. He had become part and parcel of this wonderful feeling that filled her fertile womb and shook her senses and made her emotions soar to undreamed of heights of mad orgiastic pleasure.
Ike knew how to eat pussy, for he had eaten many a woman's pussy in his long and lecherous life. But never had he enjoyed so much performing oral sex on a female as he did on this one. He knew he would soon be fucking her tender, innocent cunt, but the pleasure was much enhanced by the knowledge that he was taking his revenge on her husband for having insulted him in the elevator that day two months before. Now he was enjoying the sweet cunt of the wife of the man who had insulted him and was about to treat her to a taste of what it was like to be fucked by the mammoth cock he kept in his pants and feel his hot sperm shooting up into her fertile young womb. Revenge was so sweet!
Kim felt her body arching like a bow, an explosion building in her womb, blossoming throughout every nerve. It was coming, the orgasm she occasionally experienced when Curt made love to her, the shaking of her universe, the fulfilment of her body and soul, the opening of her womb to the seed he would pour into her and fertilize her with so that she would become pregnant with his child. Of their own volition her legs rose and her feet were lifted high in the air as she awaited her reward.
And then Kim groaned with disappointment as the loving mouth suddenly withdrew from her sizzling crotch and the cooler air of the room rushed in and left her unfulfilled. With a pout she opened her eyes and looked up at Ike Harvey
Ike had just shed his shirt and was unbuttoning his trousers. The girl watched spellbound as this powerful, thin-haired man dropped his pants to the floor and pushed his shorts down. His monstrous cock, eight inches of it, and nearly two inches thick, sprang stiffly out from his loins. It was like a baby's arm with a small tomato in the hand, a purple-tipped cudgel of masculinity that filled her with awe. It passed through the back of her mind that any woman who received that penis into her vagina would most assuredly die either of pleasure or internal haemorrhage.
Ike stepped out of the puddle of clothing at his feet and, still wearing his socks, walked the few steps to the couch, his pot belly shaking slightly and his incredible cock waving from side to side with each step he took. Kim gazed fearfully up into his eyes, realising at last what she had actually refused to admit to herself all through the incredibly pleasurable moments before: That he fully intended to have sexual intercourse with her, right here in his office, while somewhere downstairs her husband was trying to eke out a living for the both of them.