The big German Shepherd bounded in ahead of his master and brushed against Sally's unsteady legs, tail wagging.
"Hello, Sally," John Blodgett said, "you doin' all right? You don't mind if Duke comes in… it's mighty hot for him to sit in the car?"
"No, I-let him come in." She was rather relieved to have the dog there, it seemed that she was not complete alone with Blodgett that way. Duke bounded up the stairs with Sally following and Blodgett behind her, his eyes fixed on the undulating spheres of her buttocks as they moved in rhythmic rotation under her dress. Jesus, he was going to enjoy this one. It had been a lot of trouble to set up, but he was almost home… in a matter of minutes he would be all the way home, fucking the hell out of that sweet little cunt. His cock was jumping already.
She led the unwanted guest into the living room where the drapes had been closed against the mid-day sun and the radio played softly, masking the sounds of traffic below on the square. "Will you have a drink?" she asked formally, her hands twitching nervously.
"Don't mind if I do, if you'll join me." Her husband's boss eased his bulk onto the low couch, and she brought the drinks a few seconds later. The ice cubes rattled as she handed him his glass. When she turned to seat herself in a chair, Blodgett seized her by the wrist and pulled her down on the couch beside him.
"Just relax," he urged her gently. "What are you so scared of, Sally?
The world ain't coming to an end." Even at this point he knew she had to be handled carefully, the whole thing could still blow up in his face. But he had never failed to score with any woman he really set his sights on and he would be God damned if this prissy New England bitch was going to spoil his record. He circled her trembling shoulders with his arm, setting his drink on the coffee table, and tilted her pale face toward him. Sally's innocent grey eyes pleaded mutely for mercy as he pulled her closer and closer until their lips met with a galvanizing shock. It was a strange kiss, unlike any Ray had ever given her. John Blodgett seemed to be tasting her lips and mouth, licking lasciviously at her and transferring the distinctive flavor of bourbon from his lips to hers. Breathless at his aggression, Sally wriggled backwards against the cushions of the davenport. His large handsome face blotted out everything else from her vision.
"You're a beauty," he muttered, "and I've wanted you for a long time.
Am I so repulsive, Sally? Why are you shrinking away from me like that?"
She felt his hand come to rest on her tensely quivering stomach and the contact, felt right through her light cotton dress, sent a curious near thrill surging through her.
"N-no," she admitted, "you're not repulsive, Mr. Blodgett, but…"
"John," he corrected, moving his arm to encircle her small waist.
"John. Please, I beg you…"
He cut off the words by completely engulfing her soft wet mouth again in his own lips, his tongue thrusting out lizard like to force its way between her teeth, and a wild shiver of emotion rippled through her.
His big hands felt hot as they began to move over her.
Oh, God, this was it! She continued to push and struggle against him but only for a moment until she realized the futility of it and simply let herself relax and her mouth fall open to the lewd probings of his tongue. Her entire body now slumped against him as his right hand found, and covered her large uptilted breast.
"Ooooh," she moaned and he smiled confidently.
"You're going to love it, honey," he promised, his hands now moving faster in their thorough exploration of the hollows of her supple body while he continued to lap at her face with his rapacious tongue.
Lord, she was alive all over with wanton sensation! Suddenly his mouth and hands roaming lewdly over her had set her on fire… Ray, oh, Ray, come back… I need you now! His hand was on her bare knee… traveling upward to her thigh… stroking the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh! Oh, God help her, she didn't mind it there… she was even liking it, actually craving the soft pressing warmth that was coming ever closer… closer.
This was wrong… completely wrong! What was she thinking of, she mustn't let this man do these forbidden things to her. She knew she couldn't go through with it, it was too emotionally wracking… and she had to stop him now, before it was too late!
Sally sat up straight, shoving against John Blodgett's broad chest in a futile effort to loosen his grip on her. "No, I can't," she half sobbed, "I'm sorry… I know I let you think that I-but I simply can't go through with it. You may have no principles, but I have."
"Principles, hell!" he snorted at her. "Why, you conceited little bitch, you want to know what's wrong with you? You're scared to death that you're going to like gettin' fucked by Big John!"
The helpless, demoralized young girl gasped, staring up into his steely blue eyes. The horrible part of it was that there might be a small grain of truth in his horrid suggestion… she had for a moment felt something stir inside her, a shiver of anticipation when his hand had rested between her legs.
"An' you are gonna like it," he murmured lazily, resuming his perusal of her quivering hot thighs. Slowly and gradually, while his hand slipped up and down the creamy soft flesh, he worked her backward until she lay stretched out beneath him on the davenport. He pushed his fingers far up between her fearfully quivering legs and gently rubbed against the flimsy nylon panties that protected her cringing pussy.
"Please… John, no," she groaned even as she flung her arms tight around his neck and let her soft wet mouth fall open to him even as her legs were opening wider and wider as the sensual torment of his hand instigated a rush of prurient emotion through her loins. She was aware that he was burrowing under the thin elastic leg-band of her panties and she whimpered in paralyzed distress.
Then… dear God, he was inside…
His long thick finger was parting the moistly, palpitating slit of her vagina and she tried to cringe away but there was no escape from the lewdly invading finger even though she scratched ineffectually at his massive shoulders and whined in disbelief that this could actually be happening to her… here in her own living room. The probing finger worked deeper and deeper inside her moistly clinging cuntal lips and Sally quivered in debased excitement. She sensed the warm wetness that was gathering inside her and seeping out to dampen his finger as it played with her sensitive vaginal slit and spread the soft pubic hair away from the tiny opening. The poor young wife could not stifle the sigh of pleasure that escaped from her throat as he touched the tiny erect button of her clitoris and let his middle finger linger there until she squirmed uncontrollably with the unwelcome passion that he was inevitably arousing in her.
The utter hopelessness of her situation was plain to Sally. Torn by worry for her husband, she had allowed herself to make this appointment with his boss, John Blodgett. She'd been quite drunk at the time, but that was no excuse, and now he was here to claim his end of the unholy bargain… he was, claiming it, taking her bodily! There was nothing she could do but let him finish… let him make love to her in any way he chose, just as a whore must please her clients! To add to her total humiliation, instead of getting the obscene act over with quickly, he was playing with her and to her own shame she was letting him arouse her with his taunting finger thrusts up into her vagina, to the point that her hips were twisting back and forth involuntarily as he stroked the hotly awakened slit up between her legs.
"That's better," he leaned over her, grinning lewdly. "You're getting nice and wet down there now. Let's get your clothes off, honey, I think you're almost ready to fuck."
His casual use of the obscene word made her tense inwardly, but at the same time it invoked a strange new excitement in her as she realized that no one had ever dared take the liberty of speaking to her this way before and the shock could not help but send little ripples of lewd agitation through her body.