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CHAPTER FOUR

George Houston was owner and founder of Houston Cosmetics. He was fifty years old and looked ten years younger. He could also out-fuck his wife and both of the mistresses any night of the week.

He made it a practice to hire one eighteen-year-old virgin every year and bring her into the company as his office pussy.

This year's pussy was Candy Ferris, one of the prettiest, dumbest, and best fucks George had ever employed in that position.

"I got your message, Mr. Houston… to come up here to the penthouse, I mean."

"Good, Candy, good."

He walked to the door, jingling his keys, and locked it. Her eyes were glued to his back as he walked the length of the room and locked the other door. Whistling, he came back and faced her. "How have you liked working for me, Candy?"

"I love it, Mr. Houston!"

"Good, good. I've got a special assignment for you this afternoon, Candy."

"Yes. You know who Gloria Huntley is, don't you?"

"The model? Oh, yes, sir. She's beautiful!"

"I'm glad you think so, Candy," George smiled, his voice warming. "Because she wants you to entertain her right up here in the suite this afternoon."

"Entertain? You mean, like I do with the salesmen, Mr. Houston?"

"That's right," he smiled. "A little different, of course, since Gloria is a woman."

"But, that's just it, Mr. Houston. I never done it with no other girls before."

"Nothing to it, Candy. I know you can handle it… and there will be a little bonus in it for you."

"Gee… really?"

God, George thought, if every woman in the world were as dumb as this girl, my cock would fall off from over-fucking!

"In the meantime, Candy, you and I do have a little time to ourselves."

Candy knew only too well what that meant! She breathed deeply as he enveloped her lush body in his arms. His mouth descended, covering hers. His tongue searched for the opening between her lips, darting demandingly inside.

She closed her eyes as his pointed tongue traveled along her gums, outlining the sharp points of her teeth, and then pressing against her tongue. She sucked on it for a minute, enjoying the feel of pulling him inside herself – even if it was only his tongue.

George pulled away, removing her glasses and putting them carefully on the top of the desk behind them. She looked at him, focusing carefully at close range.

He noticed again how beautiful she was without her glasses. He remembered the surge of desire he had felt when he had first fucked her under his desk. His cock hardened and pressed against his pants.

His hands moved down to cover her nipples. He sighed as her soft flesh gave under his hands, molding itself into his cupped hands – even through her blouse and bra.

He closed his eyes as his fingers pinched through the material to the soft skin beneath.

Candy felt her legs buckling under her as she returned his kiss. Of all the guys she fucked in the office, the boss himself, George Houston even at fifty – was the best!

Maybe that was because George was the one who had popped her cherry. Candy didn't know. An answer would require thought, and she wasn't capable of that.

The phone rang. Automatically, George tried to pull away to answer it, but she pulled him close, sucking again on his tongue. And so they stood, wrapped together, while the bell rang – eight, nine, ten times and then died.

Candy let her fingers roam over his back, tingling at the thrill of touching him. She felt as if she were melting, her whole body softening against his. She squirmed, pushing her tits closer to his strong chest.

His fingers groped at the buttons of her blouse, clumsy in his haste. He was desperate to feel those tits that he'd been sucking for so many months already.

"You love to fuck, don't you, Candy?"

"You know I do, George," she said, in her little-girt dumb-blonde voice. "All the way through high school and secretarial school, I didn't know what I was missing. Then you showed me!"

"I sure did," George chuckled.

His prick was stiff and throbbing inside his pants. He wanted her to reach in and take it out, to rub it up against her bare belly. He started to tell her, but just at that moment, he finished opening the buttons.

He peeled her blouse off her shoulders, pausing a moment to look at her magnificent tits which bulged around the lace of her bra. Then, quickly, he tore it down her arms, and reached with both hands for the hooks of her bra. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he unfastened the stubborn hooks. She shrugged, and the bra fell forward down her arms, exposing the soft pink skin of her tits.

George rolled his eyes as he looked at her nipples. They were huge, perfectly centered on her giant tits, pointing nearly straight at him. They were already hard, stimulated by his touch and his kiss, and they stood straight out from a circle of deeper pink.

He lowered his head to kiss them. Candy sighed as he put one in his mouth, then the other. He sucked with all his mouth, almost as if he was trying to pull her entire tit into his throat at once. She shook her shoulders, moving her tits sideways against his face, and pulled his head in closer to her body with her hand.

"Oh, suck 'em! Suck my nipples!" she cried. "I want you to just eat 'em up!"

He felt weakened from his passion. Slowly he inched her toward the couch. Then, abruptly, he moved, forward, throwing her back against it.

Candy didn't care. He could have thrown her to the floor and she would have loved it, just as long as he kept her nipples firm between his teeth.

But she was also anxious for a chance at his big cock, and George was anxious to feel the inside of her soft cunt.

His hands moved toward the hem of her skirt. His fingertips explored the nylon of her hose, moving steadily upward. He could feel her panties, but he didn't want to take the time to take them off… not yet. He wanted to feel up to her tender cunt – and he was too impatient to undress her completely right then.

Candy spread her legs as she felt his fingers approaching her pussy. She wanted him to have easy access to her hot, burning cunt.

"Oh, yeah," she cooed. "Up there! Shove your fingers in!"

He felt the smooth crotchband of her panties. It was already damp from her juices – and hot from the contact with her hot little cunt-crack. He pressed his fingers up against her pussy-lips, feeling the spasms underneath when she felt his fingers.

Then he reached around the side and poked his finger in under the elastic. Her skin was soft and covered with little hairs, curling all over her cunt-mound, around the lips of her pussy, and down into the crack of her ass.

For a moment, he just let his fingers feel her hair, straying up into her pussy-mound, then down around her hot cunt-hole – and still further to touch against the cheeks of her ass.

Finally, he zeroed in on his target, and thrust his middle finger into her pussy. Her muscles contracted around his finger, rubbing soft folds of skin against his knuckle.

"Ohhhh," she moaned as his finger reached inside. "Oh, yeah, bang me! Bang my pussy!"

George moaned as he felt the walls of her cunt, slick and tight, around his finger. He pushed another one up, and felt the tight fit. His cock was just itching to get inside her slick, wet cunt-slit.

Candy reached down, pulling at his shoulders, trying to get him up enough to unbuckle his belt. She wanted to feel his hard cock-meat in her hand, to feel it lodged up inside her hot, twitching cunt-hole.

George was so involved in feeling her pussy that her frantic motions didn't get through to him for a moment.

"Please," she moaned. "Please let me at it! I want to feel your big prick!"

He straightened out above her still keeping his fingers inside her, but moving up so that she could unfasten his pants.

She had trouble at first. She was afraid he would get caught in the zipper, the way his cock was poking out behind his shorts. Finally, she loosened them and reached inside his shorts.

It was so hot! His hard cock-shaft burned into her hand. All along her pussy she felt little itching places, crying to be rubbed by his stiff, warm prick. She didn't even mind that her skirt was pushed up around her waist, or that his shirt was still buttoned across his chest.

"Sweet, hot, little cunt," George murmured, talking to her pussy and not to her. His fingers were still moving inside her, pulling cunt-juice out with each stroke until he could hear the sloppy noise of her wetness with each thrust of his fingers. "So sweet… so hot. I might even give you a two year term!"

"Huh?"

"Nothin', little darlin'… you go right ahead with what you're doin'!"

Candy's fingers were circling around his prick, rubbing slowly up and down. Even her fingers were soft, he thought, almost like being inside her pussy. One of her hands played with his balls, stroking and petting them, while the other moved steadily lip and down his hot cock-shaft.

"Jack me off, baby," he groaned. "I love it when you do that!"

Her hand moved faster in response to his pleading, and her hips started pushing against his fingers, pulling him in as deep as he could go.

She started feeling her own fire, her own urgency, rising. She was no longer content with his fingers. She wanted to feel his big cock splitting through her pussy-lips and plunging inside.

"Please," she groaned. "Oh, Daddy, won't you fuck me now?"

George liked it when she called him Daddy. It made her seem even younger than she was. He dreamed about the young ones – but he was afraid, always had been. So he drew the line at eighteen.

He teased Candy for another moment, feeling the spasms in his cock as she begged him. He wanted to be inside her, too. But he wanted her to be good and ready.

"Please, Daddy?" she pleaded. "Let me have your big, beautiful prick inside me! I want to feel your hot, stiff cock jammed up in my little pussy!"

Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, letting her feel the emptiness for a minute. He knew she would be crazy without something inside her hot little cunt-hole.

Her fingers still gripped him, sliding faster and faster down the length of his cock-shaft.

"Oh, Daddy, don't tease me!" she cried.

He pulled away from her fingers, letting his cock bounce against the skin of her thigh as he moved it towards her pussy. He loved the feel of her thigh, all quivering and hot against his cock. He'd looked so long at that thigh that he savored each second that his cock crept up along it…

"Now?" he asked.

"Oh, yes! Yes, please!"

He felt the head of his prick pushing against her soft cunt-lips, and he left it there for a second, teasing her even more. But the heat was too much for him. He couldn't stand the slow torture any more than she could!

"Jam it inside!" she moaned. "Oh, Daddy, I want you inside!"

Ripping her panties aside with one hand, he grasped his throbbing cock with the other. With a gigantic thrust, he pushed it all the way inside her cunt-hole. Big as he was, she was so hot and wet that he slid right in.

The muscles in her pussy grabbed at him, pulling his cock deeper inside. He loved the heat and the churning walls of her pussy.

"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Candy breathed.

He pushed deep inside her cunt-hole, sliding his cock against the slick, wet folds of her pussy. He jammed again and again, moving faster all the time.

"Oh, God," he moaned, "I just love fucking you!"

"Do it!" she shrieked. "Fuck me!"

She could feel his balls beating against her ass each time he drove his prick inside her. She struggled against him, trying to pull him all the way into her depths – even his balls!

George felt his cock starting to shake and the deep fire inside his balls starting to rise.

"I'm coming, sweetheart!" he rasped at her, grabbing her lush asscheeks with both hands and jamming himself brutally into her cunt.

Candy's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his hot jism spurting all over the inside of her pussy. She knew that she was going to come, too, and she bent her legs nearly backwards to let him all the way inside.

"Daddy, Daddy!" she screamed as she felt waves of sensation rippling through her. With a giant shudder, she came all over him, spilling hot juice out other pussy.

Her sharp fingernails scraped down his back as she pulled him into her body so she could ride him until the last possible second of her orgasm.

When her climax was over, she smiled at him. He smiled, too, and raised up on his arms to look at her.

Her hair was mussed, loose from her hairpins, lying soft on her shoulders. Her lips seemed softer and redder than usual, and her eyes were glazed and warm. Suddenly, George wanted her again – wanted all the parts that he hadn't had before!

He let his cock slide out of her cunt, then knelt down over her body to suck at her pussy. He loved the swollen pink lips and the soft wet hair that curled all around.

He breathed deep, letting her female smell waft up his nose and settle in his brain. She smelled of sex and coming. He felt like he could linger with his nose in her forever!

Then his tongue snaked out and he could taste her. She tasted even better than she smelled! Warm and female and a little bitter, her juice almost stung his tongue. But he was determined to lick up every drop. He went around her in a circle, dipping his tongue closer to the center each time.

He tongued her clit, then deep inside her cunt-hole. Candy was starting to turn on again, and he could feel the muscles inside her pussy responding to his tongue.

She grabbed at him, reaching again for his prick. This time he turned around above her on the couch, letting his cock dangle over her head.

Her neck stretched up, her mouth grabbing at the end of his prick. First her tongue touched it, circled it, caressed it, and then she let the very tip of his hot prick slide inside her mouth.

Slowly she worked on it, taking his hot cock-meat into her mouth – and then into her throat. She was almost choking as his prick stiffened and grew back again to the size it had been before they had come.

George loved her soft lips around his prick. He moved his hips back and forth, fucking her face as his tongue moved wetly up inside her.

In a moment, they were moving together, face-fucking each other fiercely.

"Ummmm, ummmmm," Candy gurgled around her huge, mouthful of cock.

"Sweet, sweet cunt," George whispered, through mouthfuls of pussy juice.

They worked together frantically. Her mouth moved desperately up and down the length of his cock, sucking him down deep into her throat, and letting him slide nearly all the way out.

"Ohhhhh!" she screamed, as the walls of her pussy and her ass seemed to cave in around his tongue. She was sinking and rising with the pleasure, sinking and rising – and then, she fell through and she was coming!

The taste of her sweet pussy, running all over his face, was top much for George to bear. He jammed his prick one last time all the way down her throat, and shot into it – again and again, until he had shot every last drop of his load deep into her dark, warm throat.

"Okay, honey?"

"Yeah," Candy sighed. "It was wonderful, as usual."

"Good. Now you get all cleaned up. Gloria Huntley is probably in my office right now. I'll send her up!"

"Oh, Daddy, do I have to? I don't think I'll be any good with a girl… and, besides, it scares me a little!"

"You just close your eyes and imagine it's me, baby," George said, and added in his mind… or a candle, or a hairbrush, or a dildo… or a dog!

He was sure that anything – male, female or neuter – that got near Candy's cunt would turn her on!

Gloria Huntley was gorgeous and she knew it. Besides being the hottest model in town, she was already one of the richest. That's why she never took a job without some "fringe" benefits.

The Houston Cosmetics account was no different. She sat, tall, haughty and beautiful, across from Company President George Houston and made her demands.

Behind them, in the outer offices, they could both hear the noise of clinking glasses, laughter and blaring rock-and-roll music from a portable radio.

"What on earth is all that?"

"The office Christmas party, Gloria. It is Christmas Eve, you know," George said, managing to keep his eyes elevated from her perfect thigh where her skin peeked through the slit in her skirt.

God, he thought, she's still the most beautiful – the bitch!

"I thought this was supposed to be a business office, George," Gloria said, and then smiled wryly. "Of course, we know that there's one hell of a lot of monkey business that goes on, don't we?"

"Come on, Gloria," George said, rising. "The girl you liked is upstairs."

"Will she be willing? Or will it be a hassle like the last time, George?"

"She'll be willing."

"You do train them well, don't you, George."

"All of them except you, Gloria." He led the way toward the elevators.

Gloria Huntley smiled. Yes, she'd won her little battle with George Houston fifteen years before – Gloria had been the first of his virgins.

Gloria watched the muscles ripple through his shirt as she followed him, and was surprised that he could still turn her on. He was the only man who ever had.

In the elevator, she closed her eyes, leaned against the wall and thought about that time.

The first time George had ever fucked her. The time that he had turned her from an innocent if horny virgin into a sex-crazed, insatiable cunt…

Gloria was only a teen-ager, but she had the body and bearing of a girl five years older. Her ambition to be a big time model was already a driving force in her life.

Without telling her mother, Gloria quit school, got some phony credentials and went to work for a fledgling cosmetics firm.

Most of the women in the new company were tired old secretaries that had bounced from job to job for years. Gloria was young and beautiful. George Houston zeroed in on her at once.

For all of her beauty and maturity, Gloria was still naive about men – and very much a fearful virgin. George didn't know this – all he knew was that she was beautiful young pussy.

It was about a month after she'd been hired when she emerged from the building one evening after working overtime, to find George waiting for her.

"Uh… Gloria, I wander if you would give me a lift? There seems to be something wrong with the battery in my car."

"Of course, Mr. Houston."

"Oh, hell, Gloria. Call me George when we're out of the office like, this."

Gloria thought he was just a regular nice guy, and very handsome. It was a pity he was already married, with two, children. She was tired of engaging in the regular Saturday night struggles over the removal of her bra with dull and unappealing boys. George seemed the very opposite of these boys – romantic, sexually experienced, confident, mature.

And from the way he looked at her and treated her, she was sure George believed she was actually nineteen, the age on her application.

The age difference shouldn't stop a little harmless flirting. Gloria didn't plan on going beyond that.

George was fascinating in a special way – he represented the sexual aspects of life which she had been told were forbidden and wicked. She was scared ta act on her sexual fantasies with boys her own age because they were such jerks and would blab everything all over town. But George really turned her on. She found herself dreaming about him knocking her down, tearing her clothes off and fucking her virginity away.

But, she told herself, it was only fantasy. Wasn't it?

With her handsome boss in the car beside her, little things started to happen to her body and mind. His hand brushed her knee when he put out his cigarette – and Gloria suddenly realized that she wanted her fantasy to become a reality!

She was suddenly so shaken by excitement that she could hardly drive. It's wrong, she told herself, wrong to be feeling this way. But the burning sensations between her legs told her that when he touched her she wouldn't be able to help herself.

She gratefully accepted when he offered to drive. When they changed stats, his hand accidentally brushed her tit. The warm touch of his palm immediately turned her on, causing her nipple to grow hard. She was so scared and so horny that she could hardly even listen to him as he spoke.

"I always thought Gloria was a pretty name," he was saying as he drove into the park. "But, then, you're a pretty girl."

She thanked him automatically. But inside her, all of her frustration and fear and guilt were coming to a head. She had a strong hunch that he was going to make a play for her. She wasn't at all surprised when he pulled the car up to a lonely spot and stopped. He kept on talking to her, but all she could hear was the frantic beating of her own pulse.

And then suddenly they were kissing. Gloria felt the man's arms holding her tightly as his tongue easily penetrated her lips. The mixture of thrill and panic increased as she felt his tongue exploring her mouth thoroughly – his hands tightly cupping her tits.

Breathing in her ear and whispering sweetly, George without hesitation began to unbutton her blouse.

"Oh, no," Gloria gasped. "Oh, no! No!" Despite her protests, however, she made no move to stop this exciting man as he pulled her blouse back over her shoulders and caressed her full tits through her bra. Indescribable feelings of forbidden lust thrilled her. But still she was terrified by what she knew the inevitable outcome of this had to be!

As George deftly unsnapped her bra, freeing the firm, round globes of her tits for his enjoyment, she told herself that this was no different than the other times she had let boys play with her naked tits. But she knew, as George kissed and fondled her breasts, taking her nipples between his lips and sucking them, giving her sensations in the depths of her pussy that she had never known existed before, that this was very different than the confused and awkward fumblings of her so-called boyfriends. Nothing had ever felt like this before!

"Let's get in the back seat, baby," George whispered to her, still rubbing his palms against her lush tits. "C'mon."

"No, I… I can't," she whispered huskily. "Please!"

"Sure you can, baby," he urged her, moving his hand slowly up under her dress, along the satin insides of her thighs.

Automatically, she locked her legs together.

But the feeling of his hot, sweaty hand caught between her pressed-together flesh just served to accentuate her desire.

"No, no, please," she moaned. "I… I'm a virgin."

Her thighs and tits felt like they were melting at his touch. When she loosened the hold her legs had on his hand, and he quickly placed it on the firm mound of flesh between her legs, she cried out. His touch seemed to burn her cunt, even through her panties.

"It's okay, baby," George whispered confidently, in spite of the fact he was breathing heavily from his own sexual arousal, "You'll love it. Besides, you gotta do something for me now that you got me all hot!"

As he talked, he took her hand and placed it tightly against his crotch. Gloria felt the stiffness of his cock through his pants. She had never touched a man's prick before, and even through his clothing the hardness thrilled her.

She kept pleading for him to stop even when he got her into the back seat. She pretended he was forcing her, that it wasn't her body he was fondling. But she knew that in truth she was hornier than she had ever been before and was dying for this man to fuck her – to actually feel his stiff prick in her cunt.

"Don't worry, honey," George assured her as his able hands spread her thighs and continued to caress her wet pussy-mound through her panties. "I'll take care of you, I'll be gentle. You don't want to be a cherry all your life, do you? You're ready to be fucked!"

As he spoke he removed his shirt and pulled down his pants. In spite of the fact that Gloria was shaking her head back and forth as if in shock, she couldn't help but notice the immense bulge that his erect cock made in his underwear.

This isn't me, Gloria told herself. This man's hands aren't on my tits or between my legs! But it felt so good. It was so exciting. The juices in her pussy were boiling!

George pulled her skirt up so that it wouldn't get in his way. Then he eased her panties down her legs. He could see the hairy pussy-mound between her open thighs. The girl's tits and cunt were completely exposed to him.

Gloria felt for the first time a man's hand on her naked cunt. His fingers ran through her pubic hair and then along the moist, pink flesh of her cunt-slit. His touch on her pussy gave her more of a thrill than she had ever been able to dream of! When he pushed one of his fingers down the wet hole of her cunt, she found out what pleasure really meant.

Incredible tremors ran all through her body as George's finger wiggled around inside her tight pussy-hole. But still, she clung to the fantasy that this was all happening to somebody else, that she was watching some crazy kind of movie where she could actually feel everything that happened. She was still thinking this as she watched with fascination as George pulled down his underpants. She stared at his huge, quivering cock and hairy balls.

She braced herself as she felt his hard cock push against her thighs and cunt-lips. He was whispering to her, telling her to rein, that it would be all right, as he spread her legs wide and began to lower himself to her, guiding his prick toward her tiny pussy-hole.

It's happening! she thought. It's really happening!

Gloria felt a sudden jolt of pleasure as the smooth head of his cock put pressure against her clit. Her whole body tensed. Her back arched, she waited for him to enter.

But he held back, letting his prick press against her throbbing clit, just barely pushing its way between the readily yielding lips of her cunt.

Go on! Gloria thought desperately. Go on and do it!

But she kept silent, sticking to the idea that this wasn't really happening to her. George, as if sensing this in some animal, sexual manner, wouldn't let it happen this way. It was as if he more than just wanted to fuck her and enter her cunt. He wanted to own her as well. He needed to own her. He had big plans for her.

"What do you feel?" he asked softly. "Oh, oh!" she gasped, almost unable to speak. "Do it to me! Do it now!"

"What do you feel?" he insisted, twisting one of her nipples between two fingers.

The sudden pain startled her. "Oh, please! Be gentle!"

"Tell me how much you want it. Beg me to fuck you! You know you want it… tell me!"

He pinched her throbbing nipple still harder sending a wave of mingled pain and pleasure coursing through her. She knew she had to answer him. If he just fucked her, she could tell herself that he had forced her to submit. But to actually make her confess that she wanted it, that she was horny to be fucked? No, no!

"Tell me what you want!" he hissed again.

"Your… thing!" she muttered.

"My cock!" he prompted her.

"Your… cock!" she managed to whisper. "Your cock!"

"And what do you want me to do with my cock?"

"Fuck me! Please, fuck me! Please, give me your cock!" Her words poured forth in an almost unintelligible stream. "Yes! Yes! Your cock! Please! Fuck me with your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The pleas gurgling from her throat turned into screams as George, unable to restrain himself, surged his iron prick deeply into her cunt.

Gloria felt an incredible shock of pain as his rigid cock-meat ripped her cherry – and penetrated to the depths of her pussy.

"Ohhhh, Goddddddd!" she wailed, feeling certain that he had ripped her entire body in two.

And then, when his throbbing, rigid prick had pushed more deeply into her than she would have believed possible, the pain began to turn into intense, almost unbearable pleasure. The soft, wet walls of her pussy began to suck tightly around his prick each time it pushed inside her. She closed her eyes and felt the incredible sensations that were touching every fiber of her body.

Now she wanted more. She didn't just want cock. She wanted to fuck!

"Fuck me, George… please!"

"You okay now?" he panted.

"Yes, oh, yes! Fuck me with your cock!" she begged. "It's good. It's beautiful. I love it!"

His breathing became heavier as his hips tried to keep a steady pace over her writhing, insanely fucking body. He was stretched tight. His nerve ends were right on the edge. It was glorious and be wanted to make it last as long as he could!

"Faster! Harder!" she cried. "Give it all to me!"

"Yes, yes!" he panted, placing his palms on her lush young tits.

"Ohhhh, George! Make me come… make me come like a woman!"

He watched her in the throes of total passion. Her face was beautifully contorted. She was screaming but he couldn't hear the sound.

Then suddenly he was there!

His hips worked violently, thrusting his surging cock into her seething cunt until he wanted to scream with the delight of it.

Her legs locked around his ass as she strove to bring him off. Her hips thrust wildly along with his. Neither of them could control their bodies any longer.

As her lust mounted to its highest peak, she lunged frantically against his throbbing cock. She moved her hips in grinding circles, forcing his prick to scrape every part of her cunt.

Finally, with one last powerful lunge, she reached her peak. He joined her with a mighty jerk and his cum began to spew into her heated cunt-hole.

He held his breath as his cock pulsed his cum deep within her young pussy. Passion flooded over her as he came. She lay beneath his heaving body, savoring the feel of his stiff, jerking cock-meat within her belly. Her excitement had been so profound that she could feel her own cunt-juices drip from his balls and puddle beneath the crack of her ass.

When he was spent, he sagged against her body.

Gloria cradled his head between her huge tits. "That was beautiful… truly beautiful."

"Did you really like it?"

"Yes… I can't tell you how much."

"I'm glad."

"You will do it some more with me then?" she pleaded.

"Oh, yes, baby… I'll do it lots more with you."

And he had, day and night, in or out of the office.

Gloria fell madly in love with him. She fell so hard that she didn't even object when George asked her to fuck a couple of out-of-town buyers.

But that love turned to hate as the months wore on – and there were more and more out-of-town buyers and less and less of George.

Then a new virgin was hired. And the day came when Gloria realized that she had been used.

Tear fully, she told her Momma. Gloria's Momma was a shrewd woman. She gathered up all the proof of Gloria's real age and marched into George Houston's office.

When Momma emerged two hours later, her daughter's financial future was secure. Gloria's career as a big time model and as the "Houston Girl" were launched.

The elevator slid to a stop and the door opened onto the palatial penthouse suite.

"Here we ate. Her name is Candy. She's probably in the bedroom. Have fun!"

"Oh, no, George," Gloria smiled, tugging him along with her. "This time I want you to hang around. My little spies tell me that you've really fallen for this one, so I want you to watch and squirm while I operate on her."

"Jesus," George moaned. "You're vile, Gloria!"

"I know, darling. Just like you."