Norma Egan
Naughty Lady

CHAPTER 1

Linda Tomson, a statuesque twenty-two-year-old brunette just graduated from Vassar, felt on top of the world. She'd landed a job with a popular national magazine, "Scene," and her new boss was taking her out to dinner.

Glen Parsons, assistant editor of "Scene," was a handsome blond man in his early forties, recently divorced. Over dinner and cocktails Linda couldn't help eyeing him. Perhaps Glen might be part of her bright future, along with her new job. She hadn't had much time to date in college, but now she intended to make up for lost time.

As Linda and Glen were leaving the restaurant, Glen smiled at her and said, "Well just drop by my apartment for a nightcap."

Linda reddened and said, "Thank you, Glen, but I couldn't do that. I just don't think it's right."

Glen looked at her with a mixture of amusement and impatience. Linda didn't know what to do. She'd been brought up by rather strict and religious parents, and she knew they wouldn't approve of their virgin daughter going to a man s apartment so late at night. But she didn't want to make Glen angry, either.

Glen solved the dilemma by taking her hand and steering her over to his car. "Don't be silly," he said with a friendly grin. "I'm not going to rape you. I'm just going to give you a martini."

Linda knew she should refuse to go with him, but she was afraid of angering him and losing her wonderful new job. She felt nervous and shy as they entered his expensively furnished bachelor apartment. She told herself not to be ridiculous, that Glen was a decent and mature man. But she couldn't help feeling uneasy as they sat beside each other on the sofa and sipped their drinks.

"I hope you're going to enjoy working with us, Linda," Glen said.

Linda brightened and said, "Oh, I know I will, Glen. This is the job of my dreams. I've always wanted to work on a magazine."

"I'm sure you'll do very well," Glen said, "as soon as you learn the rules of the game."

"Game?" Linda said. "That's a strange way to refer to the publishing business."

"I wasn't referring to the publishing business, love," Glen said with a chuckle. "I was referring to why I brought you up here tonight. You don't seem to understand."

"No, I don't," Linda said, blushing hotly.

Glen leaned closer to her, till their thighs were touching, and said softly, 'Then let me explain, my dear. You're going to be working for me, right? Well, that means we have to get along-both in the office and after work. If you want to get ahead in this business, you have to please your boss."

Linda stared at him, too shocked to say anything for the moment. If she understood him correctly, she'd have to go to bed with him to keep her job. The idea struck Linda as outrageous and unfair. It might happen in novels, but she couldn't believe it went on in the real world.

"Glen," she said numbly, 'just come right out with it. Tell me what you're trying to say. I don't believe I understand."

Glen laughed rather harshly and said, "I didn't want to be that blunt, but it looks like I'll have to. I'm trying to tell you, Linda, that if you want this job, you have to let me ball you."

Linda leaped up, spilling her drink, and grabbed for her coat and purse. "I can't believe that," she said angrily. "Ill certainly report it to the chief editor."

Glen gave his harsh laugh again and said, "Don't bother, dear. He balls all his assistants, too. Why do you think his staff is so pretty?"

Linda's blush deepened as she realized Glen was right. The magazine staff consisted of a few men and a great many attractive young women. The message was clear: if a young woman wanted to work for "Scene," she'd better be prepared to be her boss' whore.

"Look," Glen said, getting up and taking Linda's hand, "you're upset, and you need time to think about this. I'll leave you alone in the bedroom for five minutes, and you can calm down and make your decision."

He led her down a thickly carpeted hall and into a large bedroom with a king-size bed. "I have to choose between the job of my dreams and going to bed with you?" Linda said bitterly.

"That's it, kiddo." Glen said. "I certainly hope you decide to stay on. You're one of the most attractive chicks I've hired in a long time."

He closed the door and left her alone. Linda stared into the dresser mirror and wondered how she'd gotten into such a situation. She saw a tall girl with a very pretty face, long thick brown hair, and large jutting breasts. She admired her tiny firm waist, good long legs, and slim curvy hips. Yes, no doubt she was attractive to men, but would she use her looks to get the career she wanted?

"Oh, God," Linda moaned, "what am I going to do?"

For four years she'd studied hard for the career she dreamed of, publishing. She'd turned down dates and parties, she'd made excellent grades, and she was good at her work. It just didn't seem fair that none of it counted now. All that mattered to her new boss was getting her into bed.

Linda wanted the job with all her heart, but she'd been saving her virginity for marriage. On the other hand, it was very difficult to get jobs in the publishing field, and this was probably her only chance. She felt torn with indecision.

Which was mare important, her beliefs or her career?

When Glen returned to the bedroom, Linda had made her decision. "All right, Glen," she said in a trembling voice, "let's get it over with. But let me make sure I understand you. If I go to bed with you now, you guarantee me that job?"

Glen was smiling broadly. "That's right," he said. "And believe me, honey, you made a smart choice. Now you can have a career and some fun, too."

Linda certainly didn't regard it as fun to give up her virginity to a near stranger. She trembled and fought back tears as Glen stepped up to her and started to unbutton her dress. So far in her life she'd done nothing more than kiss a few boys or hold hands. Now she was about to go all the way, and she was terrified.

"Hey, stop shaking," Glen said, much more gentle now. "I'm not going to hurt you, honey. We're going to have a great time."

Linda said nothing. Glen got the front of her dress open and drew it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Standing there in just her bra and panties, Linda blushed beet red. No one had ever seen the adult Linda undressed, not even her own mother.

"Christ, you're beautiful," Glen said earnestly.

Linda looked down at her body as if it were a foreign object. She'd always been vaguely aware of being pretty, but she hadn't realized that she could turn men on so hotly. Glen was looking at her big ripe tits like a hungry man at a banquet. The creamy-pale globes seemed about to burst from her flimsy white lace bikini bra.

"I've got to see you naked," Glen said huskily.

He reached around Linda and unhooked her bra. It was all she could do not to scream and run as he drew away the little garment and exposed the superb snowy mountains of her breasts. Her dainty cone-shaped nipples were light brown and soft, her tits melon-shaped.

"Gorgeous," Glen breathed. "Nicest set of jugs I ever saw."

Linda just couldn't stop blushing. She'd never had a man stare at her naked boobs and use dirty language. She flinched and gasped when Glen reached out and cupped her heavy but firm breasts. His hands felt hot, almost scalding, on the sensitive flesh.

"Beautiful," he murmured, molding and stroking her tits, "just beautiful."

He rubbed his thumbs back and forth over her little brown nipples, and to Linda's embarrassment the small buds sprang into stiff erection. She felt a vague excitement, too, as Glen went on caressing her big creamy tits. She'd had no idea that having her breasts touched would feel sexy.

She got nervous again, though, when Glen slid his hands down from her breasts, over her flat silky belly, and onto her white lace bikini panties. This was going to be the hardest part of all, letting a man see her pussy for the very first time.

"You re really uptight, aren't you?" Glen said. "Why? Haven't you made it with try many guys?"

"No, not many," Linda said, blushing deeply.

She felt ashamed to tell him that she was a virgin. It would probably strike a sophisticated New York editor as hilarious that a girl could reach twenty-two without having sex. But in the small mid-West ton Linda had came from, it was perfectly normal. She trembled with fright as Glen started to lower her panties.

"Hey, hey, calm down," he said with a soft laugh. "This is supposed to be fun, not scary."

Linda tried to control her trembling as Glen slipped her panties down over the adorable little rounds of her ass, but she couldn't stop blushing when he pulled her panties away from her glossy brown muff. The dainty triangle of curls drew his hungry gaze.

"You're beautiful all over," he said. "Christ, I can hardly wait to get you to bed."

He quickly pulled her panties down to her feet and helped her to step out of them. Linda stood naked before a man for the first time. It made her feel very uncomfortable to have his hot eyes running up and down her body, taking in her large creamy tits and her dainty little brown bush.

"Linda," he said in a horny, husky voice, "please go lie down on the bed and let me look at you while I undress."

Reluctantly Linda obeyed, stretching out on her back, being careful to keep her legs closed. At least he wouldn't be able to stare at her naked pussy. Glen kept his eyes focused on her fantastic young body as he took off his tie and jacket and shirt.

Linda's nervousness lessened a little as she watched Glen undress. Curiosity overcame her instead. She'd never seen a naked man before, and secretly she was dying to know how Glen would look without his clothes. She found his tan hair-matted chest exciting, the bronze curls gleaming in the soft bedroom light.

Glen lowered his trousers, and Linda saw that the crotch of his jockey shorts was huge and bulging. Her heart hammered. She knew all the facts of sex, even if she was a virgin. She knew that bulge meant that his cock was erect and ready to do its work.

But she'd never seen a cock before, so her blue eyes widened in wonder as Glen lowered his shorts. She saw a thick pale pole of flesh springing from a little nest of bronze curls. To Linda's inexperienced eyes, his prick looked enormous, the rosy head big as a doorknob.

His swollen cock hugged his belly tightly, little blue veins standing out against the pale flesh. Below hung his balls, rosy and taut and lightly thatched with golden hairs. Linda stared and stared, unable to tear her eyes away. She couldn't decide if his stiffly erect prick was ugly or handsome. All she knew was that it seemed huge.

Glen stepped out of his shorts and walked over to the bed. His swollen dick wagged lewdly as he moved, and his fat red balls jiggled slightly. Somehow the sight gave Linda a rush of wicked excitement. But she was far from feeling eagerly about losing her virginity to this man. She'd wanted so much to save it for her husband.

"You're still shaking all over," Glen said as he lay down beside her. "My God, you're innocent. You act like it was the first time for you."

Linda colored and said, "Well, Glen, after all, I only met you today."

He laughed and said, "You sound like something out of the Victorian Era, baby. This is New York. If we see something we want, we don't fool around. We take it."

"Like me?" Linda said bitterly.

"Like you," Glen said. "Especially like you."

He slid an arm under her shoulders and used his free hand to play with her big heaving tits, tickling and caressing all over the silky hot flesh and pretty erect nipples. Linda felt a little wave of excitement. It really did feel nice to have a man touching her tits. But that didn't mean she wanted to fuck Glen Parsons.

"Easy," he whispered, "easy. I know you're nervous. I'll get you warmed up."

He trailed his hand down her lovely sleek body and into her crotch. Linda gasped and flinched, but Glen held her tightly and forced her silky thighs a little apart. He laid his hot palm against her naked pussy and felt the dry soft flesh.

"Just as I thought," he said. "You're not even wet, Well, we'll take care of that."

Linda was horribly embarrassed to have a man touching her down there, yet she had to admit that it felt rather pleasant when Glen began softly caressing her pussy. He ran his fingers from the soft little lump of her clit to the plump pink lips of her cunt. His finger rimmed her tiny virgin cunt mouth and trailed down to tickle the tightly-clenched mouth of her brownie.

Linda shivered and gave a soft moan. No man had ever played with her pussy before, and she was surprised to discover how nice it felt. She began to relax a little, and her silky hot thighs fell wider apart. Glen zeroed in on the soft little button of her clit, rubbing his fingertip back and forth over the supersensitive nub.

"Ummmmm," Linda murmured.

"You like that?" Glen said eagerly. "I'll keep doing it."

Linda blushed with shame. She hadn't meant to make a sound or to let him know that she liked the wicked things he was doing to her. Yet it had felt so nice, she couldn't stifle her little moan of pleasure. Now Glen worked his fingertip even faster on her hot little joy button, and Linda felt a mounting excitement. She knew it was wrong to get aroused, but, damn it, it felt so nice to have her clit tickled.

Linda began to experience a brand-new sensation, a kind of hot melting and glowing in her pussy, an urge to wriggle her hips in time to Glen's stroking finger. It took her a moment to realize that she was actually getting horny. She knew the word, but she'd never felt the sensation.

"You like this," Glen said softly, "I can tell. And I'll make it even better for you."

He took her soft little clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead the little scarlet button. Linda experienced an instant blast of pleasure that almost made her rise off the bed. She gasped helplessly and let her thighs fall even wider apart.

"Yes, yes, dig it, honey," Glen said excitedly. "I want you good and wet for me when we ball."

His wicked words shocked her, but Linda couldn't deny the fantastic pleasure she felt as he expertly kneaded her horny little clit. The glowing and melting sensation grew in her pussy, and she felt her whole slit swelling up and growing moist with arousal. She began to pant and give helpless little sighs of pleasure.

"Ummmmm," Linda murmured, "ummmmm!"

"Yes, baby, yes," Glen whispered, "get hot for me."

Linda was terribly ashamed that she couldn't conceal her growing horniness. She tried to keep her wriggling hips still, tried to stifle her sighs of delight, but it was no use. Glen really knew what he was doing. His expert fingers frigged her hot little clit faster and faster, and her whole body seemed to melt with pleasure.

"Oh, God," Linda whimpered.

She'd been so busy in college trying to make the best grades that she'd shut sex out of her life. She'd had no idea until now why everyone seemed so obsessed with sex. She'd had no idea how great it felt to lie in a man's arms and feel him playing with her pussy. It was the most mind-blowing pleasure of her young life.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Glen said eagerly.

Linda blushed beet red. Her aroused virgin cunt had gushed a big load of hot juice all over Glen's hand. He couldn't fail to know how horny she was, how much she was enjoying his frigging fingers. She wanted so much to control herself, but twenty-two years without sex had made her all too ready for this moment.

"Touch me," Glen panted.

"What?" Linda gasped.

"Here, I'll show you," he said. "Jesus, I can't believe how innocent you are. But it's kind of a turn-on."

Still kneading her soaked erect clit, Glen used his other hand to guide her hand down to his cock. Linda gasped and flinched when she touched the hot hard meat. Glen pressed her hand against his swollen dick and rubbed her palm up and down the silky stiff pole.

"Just do that," he panted. "Rub my cock."

Linda obeyed, though she trembled and blushed as she moved her hand gingerly up and down his sleek hard cock. She knew it was a wicked thing to do, yet it was exciting to feel his hot throbbing prick under her palm. Warm sticky juice bubbled out of his cock-head and soaked her hand.

"Oh, Christ," Glen moaned, "I'm sorry, honey, I just can't wait any longer. You've got me so damned excited, I'm about to come."

Panting, red-faced with horny excitement, Glen forced Linda's long legs wide open and scrambled between them. All her fear and shame came back as she prepared to take her first cock. The big knobby head of his prick pressed against her moist virgin cunt mouth, and she trembled with fright.

"Easy, easy," Glen whispered.

He thrust his huge hard cock-head into her tiny tight cunt mouth, and Linda gasped with pain. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as Glen worked his cock slowly into her, stuffing and stretching her virgin box, She had a tearing sensation, and then the drooling head of his prick was touching her womb.

"Linda, for God's sake," Glen exclaimed, "why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"

Linda just shook her head and sobbed. It was over now, her carefully preserved virginity gone. Glen's hugely swollen dick was all the way into her, threatening to tear her tiny tight cunt. She knew he wasn't finished yet, and she'd never been so afraid in her life.

But Glen began fucking her very slowly and gently, easing his big swollen prick up and down her silky gripping little cunt. It didn't hurt at all now. Linda began to relax and feel a growing pleasure as he filled and stuffed her tiny twat again and again.

"Ohhhhh," she murmured,

"That's it," Glen panted, "relax and dig it. You'll find out balling can be a helluva lot of fun baby."

Linda could already agree with him. As her little box relaxed and stretched to take the repeated deep thrusts of his prick, she felt that melting sensation again, that hot horny glowing in her pussy. Soon she was moving her hips in time to his strokes, and her aroused cunt was creaming heavily around his stroking meat.

"You like it now, don't you?" Glen said eagerly.

"Yes," Linda murmured, "oh, God, yes."

"Then get set for a real ride, honey," Glen panted, "because I can't be gentle any more."

His thick hard cock-meat suddenly slammed hard into her, and he started to fuck her furiously, his swollen balls slapping her little butt, their bellies meeting in loud smacks. Linda gasped and clung to him, feeling a growing excitement, a delicious exploding sensation deep in her cunt.

"Ohhhhh, God," she moaned, "what's happening?"

"You're coming, baby," Glen gasped, "and so am I."

He gave a hoarse moan, and then Linda felt her tiny cunt blasted and filled with steamy come. Delicious spasms rocked her body, and she moaned and creamed and clawed the bed as her very first climax spun on and on.

"Oh, my God, yes, YES," she wailed.

But when her orgasm had ended and Glen had rolled off her, Linda experienced deep shame. She'd sacrificed her virginity to a man she didn't love, a man she'd only just met-and for what? So she could have a career to satisfy her greedy little ego.

"Hey, don't look so glum, honey," Glen said, lighting a cigarette. "You've got that job for sure. You've got a great future ahead of you."

"I wonder," Linda said sadly, "I really wonder."