On the other hand, it was getting her sexually aroused again herself. She put her free hand in her own wet pussy and began fucking herself as she fucked Tamyra.
Tamyra was out of her mind with sexual pleasure. Though she obviously loved watching Amy’s hand jack hammering in and out of her cunt, her body went into writhing convulsions. She fell back on the floor and put both hands into her groin, frantically rubbing her clit now, keening and whimpering.
“Unnhh! Oh god… yes! Yes! Unhhh! Ohh nnnn! Oh! Oh Jesus! Fuck me! Harder, harder! Yes! Unnnhhhh!”
Suddenly Amy saw an expression of sublime torment seize the girl’s beautiful face. Tamyra clenched her whole body. Then she exploded.
“Nnnnnneeeeeee!” she shrieked. “Oooohhhhhhnnnneeeee! Aaiiieeeeee!”
With her fist buried deep in Tamyra’s coming pussy, Amy held on tight. She embraced the writhing girl with one arm and pressed her naked body against Tamyra’s. She rubbed her own cunt against Tamyra’s twitching knee and came again herself, feeling the currents of Tamyra’s orgasm flow into her.
But the way Tamyra came was incredible to Amy. It almost seemed as if the girl were going to die from the intensity of the orgasm that shook her straining body. She came and came and came, bearing down on Amy’s wrist, rubbing her clit against it, and coming yet again. She gagged and wheezed and tears squirted from her eyes. But just when it seemed that she was finished, she would squeeze another orgasm out.
By the time she was truly finished, both girls were so exhausted they could hardly move. Amy removed her hand from Tamyra’s tortured pussy and they collapsed in each other’s arms in fatigue. They didn’t speak because there didn’t seem to be anything to say. Despite what they had done, they were still almost total strangers.
God, how awful! Amy thought at first Brad, now this. What’s come over me?
Nevertheless, she soon got up and put on her clothes. Before she left she wanted to ask Tamyra if what she suspected was true. The story about Tamyra’s husband cheating on her was a lie, part of her strategy to get Amy to the point where she could fuck her.
But really, the more she thought about it, she didn’t want to ask. She didn’t want to know too much. She leaned over to kiss the naked Tamyra, who was still sprawled across the floor. Then she left.
Tamyra smiled lazily. “Will I see you again?”
“You want to order some lipstick?”
“I’ll order a case,” Tamyra grinned.
"Then I’ll have to come back to deliver it, won’t I?” Amy said, tossing her head flirtatiously as she walked out the door.
But as he walked down the path to the street, she could only shiver at the thought of what she had done.
Chapter FOVR
Amy hated herself. She hated her young body for being so sex-hungry. She had never been this way in the past. It was only two days after her lesbian-fucking experience with Tamyra, yet already her cunt was itching, at the thought of being filled with Brad’s big prick.
And so she was both shocked and delighted when he phoned her a day early. She was glad he hadn’t called when Tom was home.
“Plans have changed,” he said. “I can’t make it tomorrow. You have to come downtown. Max Krip wants to see us both in his office.”
“Why is that?” Amy asked, suddenly feeling very nervous.
Krip was the regional vice president of Star Cosmetics. She had been present at a sales meeting once when he had given a pep talk. He was a thick barrel-chested ape-looking man, bald as an onion, with dense black fur growing on his arms. He seemed coarse and revolting but at the same time totally masterful, as if he harbored some brutal strength of will and body that ordinary men like Brad and her husband didn’t have.
Amy remembered the way Krip had leered at her legs and her breasts at that meeting. The look in his eye had made her feel somehow like a piece of meat swinging on a hook. She didn’t like the feeling. And she didn’t like the idea that she was going to have to see him again, either.
“He thinks he’s found something wrong with our accounts,” Brad answered her question.
Amy tried not to panic. “But I thought you were going to take care of all that!” she pried, trying to keep the hysteria out of her voice. “I thought I was in debt to you personally!”
“Now hold on, Amy. Don’t get upset. I was a little short myself. I just didn’t think it would be noticed for a week or two.”
“Wonderful!” she half-sobbed, not knowing whether to cry or scream.
“Calm down, baby. Just leave it to me. I know Max. I can handle him. He just wants to call us on the carpet. No big deal. We promise to repay the money.
He’ll get his kicks bawling us out. Everything will be fine. Wear something sexy. He’ll go for that.”
Amy was so distraught that she hung up the phone without even saying goodbye.
Wear something sexy, indeed!
And yet by the next afternoon, as she was getting dressed to go downtown, she realized that Brad had a point. If she acted girlish and coy and sexy with that old bastard Krip, maybe he would be more inclined to let them off easy.
So, without putting on a bra, she pulled a slinky blue top on that clung to every round curve of her full young breasts. The clinging cloth outlined her nipples like ripe plums. Also, she wore the shortest skirt she could find in the closet, and no stockings.
This ought to get the hairy old fart, she thought. I’ll have his eyes popping Out of his head.
But by the time she reached the regional office of Star Cosmetics, she had lost her cocky confidence again. Feeling frightened and vulnerable, she approached the smirking secretary shyly.
“I… have an appointment with Mr. Aston and Mr. Krip,” she stammered softly.
“You’re early. Have a seat,” said the secretary in a clipped, arrogant voice.
Amy sat down. The thought of having to face Krip alone terrified her. But she didn’t see Brad anywhere.
“Is Mr. Aston here yet?” she asked.
“He’s in with Mr. Krip now,” the secretary said. Amy went briefly limp with relief. At Least Brad would be there to protect her from Krip’s anger.
In a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Amy, Krip’s deep voice came over the intercom, summoning her into his office. Amy entered it nervously. She saw Aston sitting in an armchair by Krip’s desk. He smiled at her, a sensual kind of smile that seemed out of place and made her uneasy.
Krip was standing behind his desk. His dark beady eyes swept boldly over her body as she approached.
“Have a seat, Mrs. Rogers,” he said.
His smile had a sickening suggestion of cruelty to it. But Amy realized he was just trying to be friendly. Relaxing a little, she sat down across from him.
But Krip didn’t wait long to pounce. His friendly eyes suddenly narrowed into a frown.
“I hear you’ve been less than honest, Mrs. Rogers, in your handling of Star Cosmetic funds,” he said, his voice pulsing with menace.
Amy looked over at Brad for help. His steel-grey eyes were like a concrete wall.
“I… I didn’t mean to,” she stammered. “It was a foolish mistake. But I thought Brad, I mean Mr. Aston and I had worked it all out.”
“Oh?” Krip said, coming around from behind his desk. “And how did you work it out?”
Amy felt herself blushing deeply. She knew from the tone of his insinuating voice that Krip knew she and Brad had fucked. She felt trapped and horribly ashamed. Krip was now standing behind her chair. She heard a vulgar chuckle coming from deep in his throat.
“That’s okay,” he chuckled. “You don’t have to tell me.”
Suddenly from out of nowhere his two meaty and hairy hands come down from behind and grasped her breasts through her sweater. He squeezed them enthusiastically.
“My my,” he chuckled, “what splendid big jugs you’ve got, Mrs. Rogers!”
Amy was so shocked that for a moment she forgot where she was and the circumstances of her being there.
“Why, how dare you touch me like that!” she spit out.