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CHAPTER FIVE

Phillip glanced around furtively as he stepped from the cab at Valerie Dodge's riverside address, then laughed at his needless cautiousness. Hell, there was no sense acting like some super-spy outrunning the KGB; after all, there wasn't a chance in the world of Jessica being within miles of this place. He had not seen her now for several days, something of a rarity in itself, but the odds were rather slim she'd be strolling about in this neighborhood at ten o'clock in the evening. Or in any neighborhood in New York, if she had any brains at all.

He showed the smartly-uniformed doorman his invitation, with his name neatly inked across it in flowing blue-black script, and was directed, with a courteous little bow, to the second battery of elevators, the ones marked "17-30", and told he was okayed for admittance to the twenty-fourth floor condominium the William Brantley Dodge's called home. He chuckled to himself as he checked his tie and collar in the elevator mirror – Christ, a two-bit artist like himself invited to a party at W. B. Dodge's apartment! Hobnobbing with the joint rulers of the country's biggest and most successful model and network packaging outfit, both of them millionaires a few times over. And the incredible way it all came about-hell, that was a story in itself!

It was only last week, though now it seemed months ago as Phillip recalled me events that led up to this invitation. Jessica had been in another of her moods, he remembered; and like always, she chose not to explain, just to keep it all bottled up in her lovely little self. It was the day after she was supposed to meet some agency creative director for an after-hours interview. She hadn't said much about it, just that it was less than successful, and, knowing Jessica's temper, Phillip had simply left it at that, though he was far from happy about these unusual job interviews she seemed to be constantly drawn into. Not that he would ever have suspected Jessica of any wrong-doing – Christ, she just wasn't the type for that. But those ad agency smoothies could be pretty persuasive, just the same.

Anyway, they'd argued about it for a few minutes, tossed the usual harsh words back and forth, then, like always, kissed and forgot the whole thing and headed through the evening chill for the subway ride to the W. B. Dodge Company, the source of most of network television's commercials and the "think-tank" for more award-winning television specials than anyone could count.

There wasn't any particular reason for doing it, but this days just this once, they varied their usual job-hunting procedure and Phillip accompanied his girlfriend inside for the interview, waiting as unobtrusively as possible in a lobby filled with eager young models and would-be actresses, all toting their shop-worn portfolio cases loaded with stills and press-releases and anything else they could pile together in hopes of impressing Bill or Valerie Dodge, the king and queen, without dispute, of the W. B. Dodge empire, a sprawling kingdom that covered five floors here in their mid-town location, and another couple of thousand square feet of studio space down near the Village.

Phillip had made no effort to make his presence known; on the contrary, he'd attempted most diligently to stay out of sight, even to the point of taking a seat opposite Jessica when they entered, knowing only too well how agency receptionists felt about friends accompanying the girls when the agency announced its infrequent hiring sessions, or "cattle calls" as they were known in the trade. But anonymity was just not to be his this afternoon.

Valerie Dodge nodded ever-so-slightly when she passed through the reception area the first time. Phillip had not the faintest notion who she was, though he suspected she was indeed the empress herself when the room suddenly quieted and a couple of dozen skirts were quickly adjusted, some going up and others going down. And when the former television actress turned model-agency executive had made her exit, one of the young hopefuls nearest Phillip made the identification certain.

"That was her! Valerie Dodge! Isn't she gorgeous, just like in all her films!" the young girl had shrieked, and Phillip had agreed, indeed, Valerie Dodge was a beautiful woman, blessed with genetic good looks and enough money to sustain them with daily trips to the plushest of Manhattan's glittering salons. She was tall, he guessed about five-nine that afternoon, and her Paris-styled auburn hair accented the jet-set beauties of her elegantly beautiful face. And that body of hers was in a category by itself! Her breasts were huge and full, but deliciously proud and firm, without a trace of sag to detract from her glamorous profile. He wondered even then, from that fleeting glimpse, how this magnificent celebrity would look without those Saks originals… in fact, without anything at all, just her fabled body stretched nude across a king-sized bed. Phillip remembered now that he'd quickly crossed that silly daydream from his thoughts. If only he had known what the future held for him!

He had been reading a terribly outdated copy of Women's Wear Daily, just to have something to occupy his mind, when he suddenly realized that the displaced voice he'd heard was talking to him. "You must be Phillip Wright?" it said.

He looked up, startled, from his paper. It was Valerie Dodge, standing right by his shoulder. He'd failed to notice her reenter the reception room. "Right… but how did you know that?" he asked, manfully aware that the swarm of delicious young lovelies had hushed their nervous buzzing and was intently focused on him as he courteously rose quickly to his feet.

"It's not magic, really, love," she purred, "Jessica was just mentioning you to my husband when I went in for a file." She paused and glanced him over, a quick cursory appraisal, but one obvious enough to gain the young man's attention. "Would you like to come in to my office a moment?"

Phillip hesitated… not from disinterest, but disbelief. Valerie Dodge requesting him to enter her office! "Of course! I mean… yes, certainly." He tried to conceal his surprise and excitement, leaving the roomful of whispering girls to guess his true identity, to determine among themselves if he was, yes indeed, Phillip Wright, world-famous movie producer, or Phillip Wright, noted actor, or…

"Have a seat, Phillip," offered Valerie Dodge when they'd both entered her private office suite and she had closed the heavy door behind them. Phillip waited graciously until his hostess had seated herself behind the single inch-thick glass pane that served her as a desk. He sank comfortably into a thickly padded leather armchair that seemed to envelop him in a womb of softness and aromatic cowhide.

"I suppose you're wondering why I wanted to see you?"

He nodded, "That's for sure. I usually have to try a dozen times just to see one of the paid flunkies. It comes as a bit of a shock to be personally invited into a place like this." He made a sweep of his hand, indicating the expansive layout of the older woman's office and separate sitting-room all furnished with the hand-picked choicest of the Manhattan decorators' offering, the walls adorned with stills and promotional posters from some of her earlier television and motion picture successes.

"Don't let it threaten you," she laughed, a real smile on her lips now for the first time since she'd first spoken. It was truly becoming on her, adding an even greater depth to the already-fathomless beauty and glamour this woman possessed. "It's my real home. This is where I really live," she confessed. "The apartment is just for changing clothes and entertaining. I feel much more at ease here than anywhere else."

"Uh, yes… it is really nice. And I see you have gardens outside, too," Phillip said somewhat nervously, grasping awkwardly for something meaningful to say, but not really succeeding.

"Yes, it's another little private hideaway of mine. I guess I am somewhat of a nut about privacy, but those years in front of the camera had to have some effect on me, I suppose." She stopped talking, staring straight at her handsome young visitor as if waiting for him to speak, but the growing lump in his throat blocked whatever words he might have managed. "Oh, how thoughtless of me," she suddenly gushed, "let me fix you a drink. You must be absolutely dying of thirst after sitting out there in that office so long." She jumped up from her swivel chair and hurriedly crossed the room. Phillip was suddenly reminded of a television show from his early youth, and the graceful entrances another famous star made at the opening of each show, her gowns always trailing regally as she swept into the room and onto the screens of those pioneering days of television.

"What will it be? Scotch okay?"

"Sure, that's fine," he answered. And for the moment, he couldn't for the life of him remember if he drank Scotch or not.

Valerie vanished through the open doorway into the adjoining suite; from across the second room Phill

ip heard the tinkling of glasses and the bubbling of fine liquor being poured.

"You take water, Phillip?" came the shouted voice. He replied negatively, reasoning, quite prophetically, it turned out, that he could use a stiff drink about right now. For a few moments, there was no sound at all, then the soft closing of a door, perhaps a cupboard or closet, a rustle of something he couldn't put his finger on, then the sound of softly padding steps as Valerie Dodge, adored and coveted by countless thousands of dissatisfied married men, returned to her young visitor. Only the statuesque redhead did not actually return; Phillip sensed, rather than saw, her standing in the doorway… he looked up.

"Mrs. Dodge!" he gasped, bolting to his feet and jarring the cocktail table before him so hard that it tumbled onto the carpet, dumping an empty ashtray and a few magazines onto the floor.

"Like my outfit, love?" she purred, holding her arms away from her body, a drink in each hand. She was wearing a light, baby-blue gown that could have been made of Saran-wrap, and it was more man obvious she had removed her bra and panties while out of the room fixing the drinks. Her shoes were still on, along with her white garter belt and dark stockings. His eyes instantly locked on the deep, inviting cleft between her enormous, bulging breasts. Her nipples, crinkly and brownish, poked against the sheer line of gauze-like fabric that offered no more concealment than a sheet of clear glass, little peaks of tingling flesh already aroused and hardened as he looked upon them.

Phillip glanced nervously around, checking the door instinctively.

"Oh, you needn't worry about anyone coming in. My penchant for privacy is a legend around here. Nobody would dare enter this office without calling first… and besides," she added with a twinkling grin, "it locks automatically when you shut it."

"Jesus, you're beautiful!" Phillip said, without a trace of nervousness or awkwardness now. Somehow it all seemed right… her being there nearly naked, his being alone with her. It was as if at that very instant in time, something snapped within him, some little switch somewhere deep in his brain suddenly closed. And he was suddenly feeling the beginning of a glowing power and self-confidence he'd never even hoped for before. Even at that moment, he knew what was expected of him, knew that making love to this fantastically desirable woman was going to change him and that perhaps nothing less than a real woman like this would ever satisfy him again.

Valerie lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge in his trousers; his cock was out of position in his shorts, and that made the obvious swelling even more apparent. His erection stood out like a tree limb, so tight against the fabric of his pants that he was afraid it might just rip through and come bursting out like an animal's penis might when confronted with a female so obviously in heat and eager for excitement. She grinned at the sight of it. "You seem to like me, lover," she said softly, a glistening sparkle in her eyes. "It's pretty obvious."

"That's pretty observant of you," he laughed, even surer of himself now. "Not everyone would have noticed."

"How could I help it, darling. Now it's getting even more obvious…" She paused dramatically and stared for a full beat at the still growing bulge in his crotch. "… You're quite a big man."

"C'mon… the weather's nicer in here, stud," she said seductively.

Phillip followed her without an instant's hesitation, feeling more and more confident of his masculinity with every step toward this voluptuous woman's lair. She was well ahead of him, and when he entered the inner room, she was already sitting on the edge of her bed. And what a bed! It was round, at least seven feet across, and covered with a blaze-red silk cover with the name Valerie spelled out in huge script letters that ran from one side to the other. He glanced down at the thin hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible now between her slightly parted legs. He didn't blush at the sight of her womanly treasures like he might have in the past; her pleased smile was invitation enough, but she opened her legs a bit more, a teasing grin on her lips as he caught a glimpse of the faintest dewdrop of her own excitement just beginning to glisten on the soft pink furrows of her narrow cuntal slit. She handed him his drink and it seemed to go down in one swallow, warming his body along its path, adding to the growing intense heat he was already feeling for this beautiful woman far down in his loins.

He stood over her silently, reverently, like a pilgrim come to do homage to a saint, as she loosed the clasp that held the robe together just above the swelling mounds of her luscious breasts. She pulled the two halves of the flimsy garment apart, exposing the large full mounds, the ripe dark nipples staring at him wetly. She had moistened them with saliva from her tongue before he entered, adding magically to the already maddening allure of this gorgeous female.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are," he muttered innocently, "I knew movie stars were nice looking, but I never expected anything like… like this!" He stared mutely at her nakedness, still holding the empty glass in his hand. He could see the tell-tale glint of growing passion in her eyes and it was all he could do to hold back the urge to drop to his knees at her feet and bury his face and lips in the warm moist delicacy of that incredibly tantalizing furrow between her smooth supple thighs that seemed to beckon him, call to him with a siren's song all its own. But he managed to contain himself, somehow aware now that this was no "quickie", one just didn't jump on the famous Valerie Dodge and pump it to her like a common whore. She wanted a lover, not an over-eager punk kid who'd leave her hot and horny and unsatisfied. He could tell already that the agonizing wait would bring its own reward.

"You've got a lot to offer yourself," she smiled up at him, "enough to get me interested, and I'm not that excitable."

"I've never had any complaints," he said with a boyish grin.

Valerie parted her thighs a little more, flexing the sinewy lengths of her ripely formed legs like a lioness might before a kill. "I'll bet you don't, young man," she purred. And with that, she leaned back seductively onto her elbows, arching herself backward invitingly with a tempting smile that made her offering undeniable.

Phillip leaned over and kissed her, lightly at first, on the lips, pretending that this sort of chance encounter with a glamorous screen star and celebrity was just run-of-the-mill with him.

She held him off for a moment, teasingly, then reached up, curled her arms around and pulled him down onto her naked warmth. One of his legs was between her opened thighs; he shivered at the feel of her incredible supple softness as her body seemed glued against his. She moved her thigh up against his crotch as he ground his lips harshly into her, bringing his cock into painfully erect hardness. He could feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping from the gland on me rapidly hardening tip. It smeared against his leg inside his pants until he was certain Valerie could feel the sticky wetness through the fabric. She continued her practiced massaging with a skillful thoroughness that brought his aching lustfulness to a crescendo pitch; he was certain the head of his throbbing prick would explode at any second. It was jerking now as though he would cum at the least extra pressure; it was definite now, he could feel the pressure building deep in his balls below. He thrust his tongue deep in her mouth as she sucked gently tenderly, on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills racing the length of his spine. He pulled his head away to escape the warm teasing sensation and placed his cheeks against her hair, pausing to think guiltily of how horrified and shocked Jessica would be if she knew what was happening right here in the same office.

And then he thought, "Valerie, what about my girl? What if she can't find me and starts asking questions?"

Valerie Dodge's hand was on the handsome young man's inner thigh, brushing lightly, appraisingly, over the hardened bulge along the inside of his leg, admiring the long, thick ridge that poked eagerly against the material. "You can stop worrying. The girl on the desk will just tell her you are with Mrs. Dodge for an interview. You are an artist, aren't you?"

"Yes, but…"

"But nothing. Anyway, when we're… uh, finished, shall we say, with pleasure, we'll find time to talk business. Dodge always needs new artists. Especially those so…" her hand stroked the throbbing rigid length of his cock still growing harder inside his pants, "… well equipped."

They seemed frozen there for a long moment, Phillip half-leaning, half-crouching over the voluptuously naked wife of William B. Dodge, while the poor bastard was only an office or two away!

"Get your clothes off, honey," she whispered hoarsely, visibly excited now as she quivered beneath him, "I'll teach you some tricks that little teeny-bopper girlfriend of yours never dreamed of." Her thighs were grinding against his loins heatedly.

"You do want to fuck me, don't you Phillip?" Her voice was strained and husky now.

"Jesus Christ, yes!" he nearly shouted.

"Then let's hear you say it, baby," she cooed.

"Yes… I want to fuck you!"

"Is that all? Just fuck me… just an ordinary ol' fuck?"

"No, better man any you've ever had! Harder and deeper than you've ever had it!" Phillip was worked up to me bursting point, whipped into a panting, lusting rage by the naked woman's lewd urgings.

"God, baby, get naked and get in me! Hurry, I'm dying!" she moaned, pushing him away in her haste.

He jumped from the bed and began desperately stripping himself to join the already nakedly writhing woman so anxiously waiting for him on the silk covers, her smooth, milk-white curves laid bare before him like a feast. He felt a twinge of self-consciousness as he dropped his pants and undershorts together and stood over her still lying on the round bed with his cock jutting out in full naked erection from his hard muscular pelvis, a long, thick length of throbbing flesh and blood dangling before the unclothed married woman below. She lifted her body slightly and pulled off the last of the sheer robe that lay uselessly at her sides, leaving just her white garter belt and dark stockings, an incredible frame for the tantalizing temptation of her warm, moist furrow, her pussy-lips palpitating now with unbridled lust and wanton excitement. She lay back on the enormous bed and looked up at him standing stark nude over her; her eyes glued to the throbbing, blood-filled head of his young, eager cock standing out in the air. She watched the pulsing, lust-distended head a moment, then managed a hoarse, anguished plea, "Oh, get that marvelous hunk of meat in me, lover! I'm dying, baby, dying! Goddamn, get it deep inside me and screw me good, please! Jesus, get it in my cunt and fuck me before I burn up!"

He lay down on the bed beside her, dragging her over to him with the youthful strength of his muscular arms. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them. They were beautifully shaped and sinewy as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft against him and she raised her face to his, locking her lips tightly to his as her hand searched down between them for the hardness of his penis. He gasped aloud this time at the coolness of her fingers around his throbbing rigidity. He pressed his head forward and kissed her back, hot and moist kisses that smothered her with his intense youthful passion. Her odor was maddening, a rich, exotic perfume that he'd never smelled before; the scent was appropriate for his fantastically passionate woman, a kind of tantalizing muskiness that reeked of erotic abandonment and perversions. Her lips were soft and gave before the harsh pressure of his with a warm yielding rubberiness that sent electric chills racing throughout his naked sinewy body. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her body in a frenzied burst of lustful passion, and pulling his body onto her full nakedness, opening her legs wide to take him between them; his cock probed up between her silken thighs, pressed eagerly against the puffed fleshy lips of her moist, warm pussy.

"Oh, please, fuck me, darting… I can't stand it! Please!"

William Dodge, having glanced twice at his platinum Rolex watch, excused himself from his lovely young office visitor, and stepped from the room through a door marked "Private". Jessica Richards, cut off somewhat abruptly, though politely, in mid-sentence, just as she was describing the most recent modeling assignment she had worked on, sat rather puzzled, though not really very concerned. She knew that big corporate heads like William Dodge were constantly being interrupted and called away to meetings and such, and that abrupt disappearances like this were probably routine for a man like him. He'd been looking at his watch ever since his wife, Valerie, came in for a hurried, whispered chat a while before; whatever she had to tell him seemed to interest him greatly. She could actually see a rush of color and excitement come to his face as his attractive wife whispered her news in her husband's ear. Mrs. Dodge apologized profusely for the rude interruption and excused herself.

Jessica folded her hands and waited patiently, being careful not to become overly anxious, lest a tiny mist of perspiration add that glossy cheapness to her spotless complexion. No, she wanted everything right this time, no matter how long it took. Of course, she did worry about poor Phillip, waiting alone in that reception room, with nothing to read but fashion magazines. Oh well, it was his idea to come along…

Bill Dodge stepped into the darkened ex-storage room adjoining his office and the homier half of Valerie's little hideaway. He flicked on the master wall switch at his left, after first being certain that the door was closed and locked behind him. An impressive array of lights came up immediately, rather like the control panel of a 707. But there was a lot more excitement to be gained right here than in the captain's seat of a big jetliner.

He checked that all the line voltages were in order, then switched on camera "A". Suddenly an enormous tape reel on the room's counter surface began to turn, taking up the slack and then, unreeling inch after inch of wide videotape from the opposite fully-loaded reel. Satisfied that everything was working properly, Bill Dodge flicked on two images came into focus on the tiny screen. First, a confused kaleidoscope of run-on colors and fuzzy lines; then, the distinct forms of a man and woman writhing together like a couple of spawning salmon in the next room. The camera was positioned perfectly, no accident it was though. But rather, the result of careful planning and lighting design by one of the Dodge Agency's top electronics men, and a trusted one to boot. Every light in Valerie's room, every piece of furniture, was carefully laid-out to facilitate these tapings. All he ever needed was the eager nod from his over-sexed wife, indicating she'd found another hopeful for her boudoir workouts.

Goddamn it, that Valerie really knows what she's doing in bed!

Bill noticed a slight gnawing knot of jealousy as he watched his wife's passion contorted face and realized only too well that this was no act she was putting on. She just loved to be fucked, and made no attempt to cover it up. He leaned over and adjusted the color blend on the monitor set and settled back to watch this little episode; he wanted badly to open the office door and invite the young man's girlfriend in to watch her faithful lover in action with a real woman. But he thought better of it… there was always time for that later. Right now was the time for his favorite avocation, watching his wife get it hard and fast from another man. Damn, how that bitch could lock her legs around a man's ass and fuck!

Valerie Dodge, even more excited by knowing her husband was watching this virile young man fuck her like a whore, crushed Phillip tight to her and ran her hands searchingly over his body, exploring eagerly the secret hollows of him. His cock was resting along the inside of her thigh, hard against the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched up for a moment, levering them both off the bed with the strength of her back and, reaching under her buttocks with both hands, spread her soft, fleece lined vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his throbbing penis greater contact with the wet sensitive flesh as it lay the full length of the moist gently pulsing furrow. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid member trapped between her hungrily clasping thighs.

He forced his hands between her shoulders and the mattress and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel the raised edges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the tanned skin, giving away me powerful reserve of animal strength in her naked body. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against me outside of his hips. He wondered how they would grip around him later when he had sunk his aching hardness deep up inside her warm, yielding pussy.

"Oh, Phillip, darling, you feel so good," she moaned, smashing her lips against him again and writhing the flatness of her belly close up to him. Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small reddish welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of his hands and pulled her wetly, open loins up tighter against him. He moved up and down slowly, insinuating the hardness of his full length up and down the widespread slit, sensing it grow wider and wetter with every lewd, grinding probe of his massive cock. Her ass began a more desperate motion, rotating up against his loins until her legs, without warning, flared out wide on either side of his young virile body, her calves locking against the back of his thighs. Dulling him tighter into her.

"Yes, yes… oh, fuck me now, now!" she hoarsely cried into his ear, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding in a frantic wanton rhythm now.

He started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands came down between them and circled around his hot throbbing cock, parting the softness of her pubic hair with the tip and guiding it between the lips of her eagerly palpitating cunt. Phillip groaned above her as he felt her move it up and down between her legs, parting the silken curling fleece of her vaginal hair with the pulsating blood-engorged head of his prick. They grazed teasingly against the super-sensitive flesh, forcing it into even greater hardness until it ached excruciatingly from the agonizing pressure.

Phillip couldn't hold back another second and flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust mat drove his cock with a flesh-splitting crash into the hotly gaping mouth of her pussy. She gasped aloud at me impact of his virile, ravishing entry.

"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned beneath him as she could feel the warm elastic sheath of her own pussy close wetly over the young man's long, hard penis. It entered with a slight popping sound, almost as though she was a virgin being taken for the first time, except that with her it was easier and infinitely more enjoyable, because she could control the deliciously educated muscles of her vagina that way every time. And Phillip was no fool; already he was thinking of those other times, those times in the future when he'd get together again with this marvelous woman.

His long thick penis raced up into her warmly sucking cunt to the full depths of her eagerly quivering belly, warm and tight at first, aching the fun length of his rigid member and then easier as the wetness of the passage surrounded him, lubricating the way. Then suddenly, he hit bottom…

"Aaaaggghhhh," the painfully writhing woman cried, as his balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass. William Dodge's voluptuous wife screamed a low, animal-like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain. But he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape for her. She was skewered good and he lay for a moment to allow the pain of his sudden ravishing entry to subside, proud to be able to hurt her this way. Christ, he'd show her what a real fucking was like, hurt her like nobody ever had… and she'd be powerless to hurt him in return. It was the same old story retold, woman helpless and subjugated in sex, helpless to hurt back, only able to be hurt. And to suffer through it all, possessed by the power of man.

Shit, he's better than I'd have guessed, Bill Dodge observed from the sanctuary of his hidden control room, watching the increasingly frantic action on his color television monitor. Yes, Valerie will get a kick out of this tape, that's for sure. And so will some of her friends, unless I've misjudged that sex-crazy bunch. Christ, I'll have to really throw the ol' meat to her tonight to keep up with this young fucker!

He kept thinking about that sweet little thing sitting so innocently and demurely in his office, just a few feet away… thinking about how she'd look out there on that big bed. But not with this young stud… with William Dodge, of course! But that was in the future, if at all. Time now to switch the tape unit to automatic and return to my lovely young guest. Mustn't keep her waiting too long.

Phillip ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh of the older woman beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the silken coverlets from the furious strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as the universe itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress again and again in wild ecstasy.

"It feels good, good, baby, so fucking good! Stick your finger in my asshole! Hurt me, lover, hurt me! Make me scream!"

He reached under her between her buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically into the wetness of her cunt. He stretched the smoothly curved crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his stiffened middle finger for the tight little hole of her anus.

And then he found it… a small trickle of her own juices was running down the widespread crevice from where he could feel his hardened rod of lust-distended flesh slithering hotly into her. It moistened the tight puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling the knotted little band of muscle give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring gave way completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle. She jumped forward, almost crawling on her back to escape the sudden unexpected pain that seared through her rectum.

"Aaaaggghhhhh, yes, it hurts! It hurts!"

Phillip answered her cries with a deeper stab of his upraised finger, sinking it to the second joint.

"Yes, yes… Ooooohhhhh, yes, hurt me! Hurt me!" she screamed, writhing ecstatically, impaled between me two ravishing fleshy spears of his cock and middle finger.

Seemingly oblivious to the anguished pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was sunk to me palm of his hand. He jiggled it inside, rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her tender rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages me underside of his cock sliding in and out of her, and he began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she groaned on under him. His nail caught the flesh momentarily in her asshole, scraping her painfully, and she jerked, but then caught up me rhythm again, opening her legs wide out over me bed to give him even greater freedom of entry to her ravished loins.

Phillip could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure and sperm building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against her buttocks below. It wouldn't be long, he hoped, he knew he couldn't hold it back forever. She had to cum soon.

He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tight between her thighs, opening and closing them around his driving hips in time to his long, hard thrusts into her. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from somewhere deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all me strength in his well-toned youthful body.

"Ooooohhhhh, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, baby! Hard! HARD!!" She punctuated her wanton plea with the pounding of her heels high up on his naked back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard into her breasts and offering him me full opening of her upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near.

"I'm cumming…" Her mouth gaped wide in ecstatic abandon, almost disbelief. "Oh God, I'm cumming!"

She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled, unintelligible syllables. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her wide-stretched vaginal slit was presented up to him to abuse and ravage as he willed. Her ankles locked high up over his shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing eyes glazed as they aimed blankly toward the ceiling.

And then… "Aaaaaggghhhhh!" A banshee scream burst from her lips and filled the room with her ecstatic fulfillment, their two sweat-soaked, panting bodies slapping brutally together. Dodge's naked wife's nostrils flared wildly and she screwed herself up onto his thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.

She held her breath for an interminable long time, then expelled it as though she'd been kicked in the stomach, collapsing limply down into the soft, yielding mattress. She lay still, except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy as her vaginal walls shivered out the last of her bone-wrenching orgasm, still locked wetly around Phillip's tortured prick, swollen now to an incredible hardness. He pushed deep into her and lay still. Inside her, it felt as big around as a man's forearm, shoved deliciously up into her very insides.

Only the last traces of anguished self-control kept him from continuing to screw into her. Christ, he'd never in his short life seen anything like this. Or felt anything like this, either! He throbbed the muscles of his cock deep in her belly, hoping to urge her back for more.

"Oh, honey, that was really nice," she purred, "I haven't been screwed like that in a helluva long time."

"Don't put it in the past tense," Phillip said proudly, "we're not finished yet."

"Jesus, you've really been holding back, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but I can't hold it much longer," he gasped. "My balls are about to blow up."

"Pull it out and roll over, sweetie," she smiled, "Mommy's gonna' give you a special treat for being such a good boy."

He pulled back, sliding his hardness out of the soft warmth of her pussy. It killed him to pull it out, he was so near to shooting out his painfully waiting cum in her belly that he didn't want to stop but he had to let her have her way. It would be best this time until he knew more about her, about what she wanted in her lovemaking. He had to admit that, while he'd had a fair share of women, his sexual experiences were pretty much the straight missionary-position stuff. Maybe he'd learn some things that would help with Jessica… that is, if she ever stopped hanging on to that precious virginity of hers.

He reluctantly rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin sticky trails of her orgasm following his cock across her lower thigh. He lay tense, with his cock pointed straight at the ceiling. Glancing, he looked to see it she was making any moves in that direction.

She turned on her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand, began stroking him, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused his ache to increase almost beyond endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing moist head of his penis. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate in time to her maddening pace.

Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of him and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, me tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden unexpected contact. Chills rippled along his back, bonging a groan from his parched lips. She brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the sensitive, lust-engorged knob in a moist, warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth as her tongue tormentingly flicked at the super-sensitive tip.

"God!" he groaned, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at her contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her pink, widely ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousand fold. It was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the part she had not yet sucked up between her soft moist lips. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his sperm-laden testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below. The sight of her labors made it all the more exciting for him.

Valerie Dodge could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his long hard prick more voraciously, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the loose skin. She shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her mouth from his prick and kneeled on all fours between his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around and around the heavily throbbing head furiously until Phillip felt it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all of the rigid shaft deep into her throat. He was certain she would choke, but somehow she managed to relax the muscles in her tender throat passage, and his thickly-swollen prick eased down the soft channel easily as she continued the maddening sucking on and on.

Great swirls of heat were building deep in his balls as he watched her face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up completely off the bed, pushing his cock even deeper between the moistly ovaled ridges of her softly working lips.

He groaned over and over again, his lips working frantically and wild unintelligible garbled mumblings spitting from his painfully clenched teeth. Suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a low, gutteral sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin its mad headlong dash from the shelter of his balls and begin spewing in hot thin streams into her ravenously sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm into the wetness of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his squirting prick all the way down to her tonsils. She coughed sporadically as she swallowed and gulped desperately to regain her breath. He moaned his last and grunted heavily in final and complete fulfillment. Slowly, his cock deflated in her mouth but she continued sucking, nibbling softly and carefully, drawing every last drop of the warm sticky sperm from his bruised and battered cock. And it was over…

Silently, the steel doors of the elevator opened and Phillip Wright stepped out into the marble-clad corridor. His heels clicked loudly on the stone floor as he walked toward the Dodge apartment, one of only two on the entire huge floor.

Yes, it was a strange series of circumstances allright… Valerie, poised as usual, had dressed and hurried out into the reception room that day ahead of him, apologizing to Jessica profusely for keeping "your handsome man", explaining that she had some work in mind for him. Jessica, naturally, was overjoyed, so much so, in fact, that she never noticed the somewhat sheepish Cheshire-cat grin on his face when he returned a few minutes later. And apparently Valerie Dodge was serious about the work, for a day later she called with an offer of a short-term assignment, sort of a trial run, you might say. And with an invitation to this party.

He'd thought of telling Jessica, but then, since he hadn't actually seen her in a few days, it hardly seemed worth the bother. She'd understand, probably, knowing it was only for business, even though it wasn't the sort of thing she'd ever dream of. Phillip half-laughed to himself as he thought of what Jessica's reaction would be to the mere mention of what had happened the other day in Valerie's office. Jesus, she'd go out of her mind!

"Phillip, darling! Come in, come in!" Valerie swished from the suddenly open door and hustled him into the immense living room… and into the most important night of his life.