Below her cunt mouth, two mounds of ass flesh framed the flesh colored dildo as it disappeared up Elaine's asshole. Marda rotated her plush hips. Elaine squawked as the motion twisted the dildo cruelly in her ass.
At her sounds and squirms of agony, Hardman was getting incredibly turned on. His cock vibrated like a tuning fork as he fucked her mouth. The head of the prick seemed, to inflate even more as it slid down her throat.
Marda was ass-fucking the lovely captive for real now. The stiff dildo pumped in and out of Elaine's asshole with sledge-hammer speed. The agony from her violated whole was unbearable now. It was as tough her an had been crammed full of broken glass!
The dildo was tearing her apart. She felt deep humiliation, knowing what a charge Hardman was getting from fucking her face while he watched his secretary rape her ass with a dildo. But there was nothing she could do about it.
The base of the dildo rhythmically crushed the fertile mound of Marda's black-furred cunt. Each inward stroke of the dildo in Elaine's ass sent a stab of ecstasy into Marda's pussy. The sight of the naked redhead writhing on the carpet as she was fucked in the mouth and asshole was a fantastic turn on! And the gaping red-haired pussy was as lovely a sight as Marda had ever seen.
She fucked the dildo home in Elaine's ass with a surge of lustful energy. Elaine arched her back and wailed around Hardman's cock. Marda grabbed her giant tits and howled as if in pain. A hand seemed to squeeze her pussy tunnel, then the tightness traveled up her glorious naked body to her brain as she came.
The next stroke of Marda's dildo lifted the lower half of Elaine's body clear off the rug. The dildo seemed to lance up the redhead's shit-chute into her guts. She groaned in horrible pain. The dildo was tearing her apart!
She wanted to shriek. Hardman grabbed her hair with both hands and plunged his prick balls-deep in her face. The cock shuddered and then fired jism right down her throat. She choked as blast after blast of come cascaded into her throat, filled it, overflowed into her mouth and out her lips.
Elaine heard Marda's orgiastic cries as the brunette fucked the cock mercilessly in and out of her tortured asshole. The odor of the black-bearded pussy reeked in her nostrils. She choked on acrid, foul-tasting come.
She wanted to die.
When would it all end?
CHAPTER EIGHT
The evening was cool. The skies were clear and full of stars. I can't ever seem to get used to this, Elaine thought, as she walked up the strip of concrete toward the front door of the large, ranch-style house.
She climbed up the stairs to the porch. On either side were two large cast-iron figures of dogs. She looked at them dubiously and pressed the doorbell. From somewhere behind the house came the sound of barking.
After a brief pause, the door opened. A young woman looked out. She was short and slight but pretty in a mousy sort of way. She brushed back a strand of brown hair. "Hello," she said.
She had the biggest eyes of any person Elaine had ever seen. They were big and hazel and luminous. They turned the woman's otherwise unspectacular face into a thing of beauty.
"I'm Elaine Thomas," the tall redhead said. "Harry Windsor sent me." Even saying her employer's name sent pain coursing through her.
"Oh." The woman smiled. She had a lovely smile. "I'm Denise – Denise Mattson. Come in, won't you?"
The door opened. Elaine stepped into a dimly lit living room. The walls displayed pictures of dogs, and the bookshelves were filled with books.
Elaine looked at Denise. The small brunette wore a simple shirt that flowed freely about her slender body. With the light of a lamp behind her, shining through the fabric of her shirt, Elaine could see that the woman was wearing nothing beneath.
Elaine felt her own nipples hardening with desire. Was part of her current "assignment" to eat the woman's pussy? She couldn't mind that at all! The little brown-haired woman was extremely attractive.
It was funny how Elaine had changed.
But then she had to.
Denise led her back into the house, down a corridor lined with pictures of champion show dogs. Blue ribbons hung in clusters. "You raise dogs?" Elaine asked.
"Yes, we're the top breeders of Great Danes in the Southwest." She paused before a door with a framed photo of a gigantic black dog on it. A wreath of flowers hung around the animal's neck. "Go on in."
Despite Elaine's recent experiences, which had served to harden the red-headed secretary, Elaine felt a thrill of anxiety. What awaited her inside the room? If it involved licking Denise's pussy, or fucking the woman's husband – there was no mistaking the simple gold wedding band encircling the third finger of Denise's left hand then – fine. But some of the things Harry's friends and acquaintances had forced her to do had been awful!
James Mattson, Denise's husband, was on jury duty on a controversial case involving securities fraud. The evidence against Harry's client was overwhelming. But Elaine's recent encounter with District Attorney Charles Hardman – and his strange but fabulously lovely mistress – had proven quite successful. As arranged, the DA had dropped the charges after a night of fucking and beating the red-headed secretary. Elaine only wished she could forget that night. Her ass and tits felt as if they'd never be the same.
So now Harry was trying for a hung jury. One juror was all it took. So – a discreet phone call, and then Elaine was sent over to a large suburban home, wearing her scantiest skirt and halter top – and nothing else.
I hope they're not into whips and chains, she thought. She felt her pussy begin to fill with the sweet oils of lust. I wonder what Mr. Mattson looks like.
The door swung open. She saw Mr. Mattson – all of him!
He was standing in front of a big double bed, stark naked. He was fairly tall, slimly built, brown-haired like his wife. His cock hung limp between his thighs. At the sight of red-headed Elaine, standing and gaping in the doorway of the bedroom, his prick started to harden and grow up from between his legs.
"This is my husband," said Denise, moving past Elaine into the room.
"I-I'm very pleased to meet you," stammered Elaine.
The man a cock was at half-mast. Now it stuck out straight from his hairy crotch. It was a nice, tasty-looking prick, not an immense bar of cock meat like Harry's or Wade's, but large enough.
"Don't just stand there," Mattson said easily.
"Come on in." He gestured with his hand. His cock was completely hard now, standing up almost straight in front of his flat belly, seeming to quiver in anticipation of fucking Elaine!
Inside her red-furred pussy the secretary felt an answering need. She wanted to fuck Jim Mattson so bad she could hardly stand it. As if in a trance, she walked toward him. She stretched out her arms.
He moved forward and took her in his arms. His embrace was powerful. Elaine felt lust surging through her veins. He kissed her, hard.
Her mouth opened. His tongue moved sinuously between her lips. Her tongue came forth to meet it. They intertwined in the sweet bath of her saliva. Their bodies moved together in a rising intensity of passion.
Strong fingers untied her halter top behind her back. It came undone and fell. Mattson's chest pressed against her proud tits.
Her nipples tingled with delight. Mattson's chest felt fantastic crushing her inflamed nipples into the cushions of her tits. Her arms went around him, hands stroking his smooth skin, enjoying the masculine feel of his body.
His cock was throbbing against the mound of her pussy. Mattson put a hand on her thigh. Then it was up clutching the tender cheeks of her ass. His finger went into the crevice between her ass cheeks. They slid down to dip into the moist mouth of her pussy. She writhed against Mattson's naked body as his fingers invaded her cunt.