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Collected by Djian

Alice Marlow
by Anonymous

Chapter 1
It was always a relief for Alice to get away from the hazy cigarette-smoke
infested atmosphere and the continual noise of the rooms of the gambling
joint. Not that she found the time dragged for her duty hours in the saloons
of the Gregley Club. Far from it. A curvaceous dish such as Alice Marlow
was never given time to be bored amidst the noise and activity of the
roulette and dice tables. Always there was a gambler, a client ready to buy
her drinks in exchange either for her encouragement or her sympathy if
he happened to be one of the unfortunates on a losing streak. It was not
one of these unfortunates who was responsible for her leaving the club at
this moment. Indeed, it was a man who had been on the crest of a winning
streak that had cost Marko Hymes plenty. Marko didn't like paying the
weekly wages to his staff, let alone paying out to a winning client who had
headed straight out of the place as soon as his winnings topped the three
grand mark. Fearful that John would not be returning to the club to play
again, and so give them a chance to get even, it had not taken Marko long
to find out where the big winner was staying and what he was doing in
town. John Graham was the name of the client who had to be kept on tap to
bring his winnings back to the Gregley establishment and he was just
about to turn in after his very happy and successful evening's gambling,
when he heard a soft knock at the door of his hotel bedroom, and who
should be find there when he opened it but one of the attractive girls he
had noticed at the gambling club. Alice had been brought by taxi in
company with one of Marko's henchmen and given her instructions.
Whatever else she had to do, she had to make sure this John Graham
returned to the club on a subsequent evening before he left London. There
was nothing exclusive about the Gregley to make him return there, except
that he had been lucky there, but if there was a woman he fucked and
desired... well... then he would be almost certain to return. Alice had to be
that woman, she had to make this elderly visitor to town want to see her
again, and he would only be able to see her if he came back to gamble at
the Gregley. "What the heck are you doing here?" Graham looked at his
shapely visitor. "I thought you were in the club this evening? Didn't I see
you there?" Alice closed the door. "Yes, I was there. I saw you too. I
thought you looked like a man who was in London for only a short time and
you looked lonely. Of course, if you don't want me to stay I will go at once."
She turned towards the door. She knew he had been greedily and intently
looking at the low-cut neckline of her gown. His eyes had feasted on the
brimming full contours of her breasts as they almost burst from the tight
confines of the bodice. John Graham was surprised at her sudden arrival.
He was a long way from his home town. Down from Newcastle on business
and with his wife being lonely at home, there was little need for him to be
lonely as well... not now, at any rate, "I... I... I never expected you to follow
me up here," he muttered. "I saw you several times while I was at the
roulette table. You are very lovely, my dear, I think you are one of the most
beautiful woman I have ever seen." She smiled at him, her expression sent
thrills of lustful anticipation through his veins. When she patted his chubby
face with her delicately manicured hand and told him she had looked at
him many times while he was in the club, he felt he was ten feet tall. His
response was totally predictable, his arms came around her waist, he
pulled her closer to himself, found she was far from unwilling to let him
kiss her. He pulled her tighter to his body as soon as he realized she was
not going to object, and she felt the bulge of his thickening cock as it
started to erect and form a stiff wedge between their bellies. She ground
her belly and the upper part of her thighs against him. She had a job to do,
she had to get this man to desire her time and time again, and yet
although she would get well paid by Marko if she was successful, it was
not only the money that made her try and excite this robust old fellow. She
was a woman, a full-blooded hot mature woman... and this man seemed to
have a real nice cock and balls... It was when he ran out of breath that he
had to drag his mouth away from her clinging wet lips. His hands slid down
from her hips to her fleshy cheeks. Not so many minutes later John Graham
was stripped down to his pajamas and Alice had taken off the quite
expensive gown so that it would not be creased or soiled. She was letting
the lucky-streak gambler hug and embrace her, fondle her and excite
himself with his lewd clutches of her lovely body. In only her black
strapless bra, black matching nylon panties, a black and gold suspender
belt, and her stockings, she made the most ravishing vision old Graham
had been allowed to enjoy for many a long year. "Your wife still alive,
darling?" she asked him quietly, anxious to know if he was a widower or a
man enjoying himself who could be put under pressure at a later date.
Graham was trying to ease his eager fingers into the shallow cups of her
bra. He got his finger tips on her nipples and was beginning to rub them
before he nodded in answer to her question. "Yes, dear, my wife is very
much alive. She's up in Newcastle where I come from and she'd die of
shock if she knew what I was doing at this moment." They both laughed.
Alice fell back across his bed letting her shapely nylon encased legs heave
and jerk about to excite him even further. When he leaned on top of her to
kiss her again, she clamped her hands over his hands that covered her tits
and made him roughly massage her globes. Then to make sure it was clear
to him just how far she wanted to go, she dragged his right hand down to
the elastic waistband of her panties and made him thrust his fingers under
the band towards her crisp curled black hair. She lay murmuring words of
endearment to him as he tenderly stroked her cunt-hair, and then added
softly, "You have a lovely touch, darling, your wife is a lucky woman, take
my panties off if you want to darling... I want you to feel my cunt properly."
It was many a year since John Graham had fingered his wife's pussy in this
lewd exciting fashion and when he raised himself to stand beside the bed,
the lustful arousement he was experiencing was clear... through the open
fly of his pajama trousers reared his thickly erected penis, throbby and
jerky. She was sincerely delighted at the virility this elderly man was
showing, she heaved herself to a sitting position and reached up her back
to get the clasps of her bra undone. She had her eyes feasting on his huge
aroused prick. "Darling," he was thrilled to hear the emotion in her sweet
voice, "Darling, you want to give me that wonderful cockie, don't you,
darling? You are going to give it to me, aren't you?" He took the unhooked
bra from her, she saw his hands tremble as she handed him the intimate
article and his eyes were setting on her now completely naked tits that
lolled free and naked in their sheer white glory. She cupped her left breast
with both palms, lifting it so that the pinky nipple was upward thrust, "Kiss
my nipple darling, if you want to," she slyly invited him. He sank his face
eagerly down to the raised tits, her murmurs and soft cries of pleasure
were not acted. Alice was enjoying his anxious greedy way of gobbling at
her raised knocker, she reached sideways to clasp his prick, she was both
amazed and delighted to find the elderly cock was still growing, it was
hard and firm, she had had far less virile shafts from men half his age. The
way he was sucking at her firm rubbery nipple was making her impatient,
she jerked at his throbbing shaft hard, knowing that he would not be able
to stand much of that. Quickly he grabbed her wrist and made her slow the
tempo, then he had both hands to the waist of her panties and began to
push them down. He raised her up so that she lifted her ass and made it
easy for him to slide the flimsy wispy panties down over her thighs and
knees. "Now you've got my panties off," she teased him. "Play with me
some darling, I love you playing with me, you are so masterful with a
woman, darling. Play some more with me... please." The poor old fool was
quite taken in by her apparent wish to have him toy further with her and
that she thought him a superman at this womanizing. His own sex-life with
his wife was a slow and boring affair, he always had the feeling that his
wife Martha wouldn't worry if he never touched her again, yet here was
this lovely young woman asking him to thrill her with his fingers and his
kisses. He was already imagining what it was going to be like having these
lovely nylon-sheathed legs wrapping themselves around his waist, what it
was going to be like to sink his aching rampant prick hard up into her
welcoming nest. Alice was lying back on his bed, letting him kiss her
breasts while he gently frigged her between her open thighs with his
hands. She knew from the way in which he kept easing away from her, how
he slowed up his kissing and fingering, that he was afraid of coming-off.
She knew she would have to let him fuck her very soon, or he would be
angry with her for teasing him along too far. By mutual consent, by
unspoken agreement, he was levering himself over to come on top of her.
She held his cock in both hands as she carefully felt and guided his hard
throbby prick. "Lovely... lovely... uuurrrgggg..." he seemed to be in a private
world of his own delirium as he sank his pole of aching cock into her hot
wet cunt between her welcoming thighs. Her hands groped under the
jacket of her lover's pajamas, her fingers clawed at the flesh of his
over-fat back. She managed to ease the jacket more open so that she
could raise her head and sink her teeth into the softness of his shoulder
flesh. She bit hard at the flesh, making sure she broke the skin as she
urged him on with frantic jerkings of her body and with the frenzied
pleadings amid the biting to, "Fuck me darling... fuck me hard... ohaa...
harder... fuck me harder, darling." John Graham was in his paradise. Never
before had he driven a woman so insane with lust as to make her give him
this sort of love-bite. Her teeth hurt him but he loved the hurt... her crude
obscene words forced and urged him to frig her harder than he had ever
fucked in his life. He wanted to show this young woman that despite his
age he was every bit the satisfying lover that she thought he was. She
lifted her mouth from his shoulder. The trickle of blood from several skin
breaks told her she had marked him just as she had intended. He would
have her teeth marks on his shoulder for many months, marks that could
be used in the artful game of successful and persuasive blackmail if it
became necessary. "You lovely man... you wild stallion, you," she urged
him on, determined to make him have the most glorious humping of his
life. "You wonderful man... you're beginning to make me... make me want...
want to come darling. Your wonderful cock is making me want to come
darling." The moment she stopped talking and tried to encourage him with
more obscene ecstatic contortions of her impaled body, she noticed he
slowed down. He was clearly one of those men who respond to the
dirty-talk routine... he would not find her lacking in that sort of filth
encouragement, with her mouth close to his ear she used all the dirty
slang words she could to him, words that she knew he would never dare to
use to his wife, phrases she was sure his wife would rather drop dead than
use to him and then it was over... he was filling her with his hot sperm... he
was draining himself into her and she hadn't come up here to get her own
gratification, had she?... she had made this man realize her luscious cunt
could be his to enjoy, she had let him really sample it she was sure that he
would be back at the club to find her again... Once he stopped back into the
Gregley and started to gamble back his winnings, she would get her
payment for this little interlude... she felt ashamed she had not got used to
this sort of deceitful use of her womanly beauty... but Marko would pay her
well... very well.
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"The boss wants to see you in an hour." The phone slammed down and Alice
still had the heavy jangling tone in her ear several minutes after she too put the
phone back on its hook. She had been resting in her small apartment for
the afternoon, getting her strength up for the long evening and night of
promenading, coaxing, encouraging and encouraging and enticing that
her hours of duty in the Gregley Club entailed. She had not spoken to the
big boss man since her very successful venture with John Graham. The
poor slob had been back to the club to look for her, had finished up
gambling for the next three evenings, and was in debt to the club for far
more than he was able to pay in ready cash. Marko hoped his check would
be an honest one, if it wasn't then poor old Graham would live to regret the
day he tried to pass a bouncer to a smart-alec of the West End. That was
over a week ago. Now at three in the afternoon, in the middle of her rest
period, the gruff voice of Silas, Marko's right-hand henchman, had
summoned her to the big man's office at the club. Alice had her small
two-room apartment in a grim old-fashioned house almost next door to
the club, and she knew that the 'invitation' had been for an hour's time, so
that she could get dressed and make herself pretty for the boss-man. She
felt she wanted to be sick at the thought of being at the beck and call of a
man like Marko Hymes, and yet that was just what she was... at his beck
and call. She had a quick bath, then chose her latest articles of underwear,
her black and white spotted panties, the matching garter-belly the
smoky-toned nylon hose and the shoes she knew Marko loved her to wear,
the ones with the ridiculously high spiked heels. Marko had a sort of fetish
about the high-heeled shoes his girls wore. It would have been a virtual
impossibility to wear these shoes a11 the time she was at the club, but
now she had to visit the private office of the boss she knew she had to
wear them, even if it made walking a penance, even if they caused her
ankles to ache and her calves to swell if she kept them on very long. She
was not in the least surprised when she was told to go straight through
his office into the private apartment that Marko had at the rear. When she
entered the plush room she saw that he was in his gaudy silken dressing
robe, she knew from past experience that he was naked, quite naked,
underneath it. He was a horrid man, balding with thick eyebrows that
made a mockery of his glistening pate. His eyes were deep set, but too
close together to give his face anything but an evil expression at all times.
He was in his late fifties, she supposed, and she felt squeamish and sick
again when she saw how he ogled her legs as soon as she came into his
room. "Nice to see you, honey," he greeted her as if she had called on him
of her own accord, and not that she had been ordered to attend. "Have a
drink, let me see, if I remember correctly you're a gin girl eh?" She nodded.
He closed the door behind her, and went to the cocktail bar that was built
into a corner of the room. He poured the drink, a long gin with a slice of
sliced lemon and a dash of bitters. He handed the glass to her. His other
hand roamed over her ass as he stood close to her. She sipped at the
potent drink and tried not to show her displeasure of the way his hand had
moved down to caress over her rounded firm ass-cheeks. He nodded
towards the very comfortable and expensive sofa. Alice moved across to it
and settled herself down. He brought a footstool and couched down in
front of her. "You did really good work with that John Graham character, he
said softly. "I was very pleased with you. I've got your little reward in an
envelope over there." He nodded towards an envelope that stood on the
table propped up by a cup. Alice guessed her payment in the envelope
might be one hundred dollars. Might be more... she hoped it would be as
much as two hundred, for after all, the Graham man had lost all his
winnings and more besides. She deserved to be treated well. She winced.
Marko was pinching her knees. His hands slid slowly upwards under her
skirt. She knew that, as usual, she had to please this man or she would not
get that money envelope at all. His strong hands slid up to the tops of her
stockings, paused for a moment or so to grip at the stronger texture of the
welts, and then the hot palms slid on to her bare flesh. She saw his face
was crimson, he always went like that when he felt her legs. She knew she
had the best pair of legs of any of his girls in the club, she knew exactly
how much he enjoyed touching her thighs, knew too it was a type of fetish
with him to fondle her legs slowly and most thoroughly. He moved his
hands down from under her skirt, and gripped her slim ankles and lifted
her legs well apart. Then he placed her high-heeled shoes firmly on the
corners of the foot stool and with slow deliberate care he raised her skirt
higher and higher until all her delicious upper thighs were revealed. Then
the strangeness of his nature began to show itself. His face was even a
deeper shade of crimson, his breath was fast an uneven as he indulged in
his fetish... his hands roamed slowly and carefully all over her nyloned
legs. She had known men before that loved the feel of a woman's legs
through nylon hose but never had she known a man who got carried away
so completely by this comparatively mild emotion, this minor erotica.
Slavishly he fondled her knees, her calves, her ankles, and slowly back
upwards again to the tops of her nylons. She looked down at his kneeling
form. It seemed so grotesquely obscene that a man should get such queer
pleasure from feeling a woman's legs as he was doing. She wanted to slap
him or better still, kick him -- kick him with those high-heeled shoes he
adored -- and yet she knew she dared not... now he was beginning to
whine, from his throat came a strange low moaning whine, he was
bending his horrid body forward, getting his flabby face to her legs, kissing
her with the same slavish thoroughness that his hands had shown when
fondling her. His lips followed the path over her nylon stockings that his
fingers had traced... she wanted to scream, she wanted to push him away
from that unsteady crouching position between her legs... his hot lips were
tracing from her ankles up to her rounded knees, from the knees up to the
tops of her stockings. Despite her disgust and her shame, she felt a little
excited when his hot mouth traveled from the welts of her hoses on to her
bare thigh flesh. She too was breathing more heavily than usual as she
nibbled at her soft pliable white flesh. She saw him rubbing that glistening
bald pate of his against her smooth nylons, saw and felt him caressing her
skin with his cheeks. Once or twice he kissed her more intimately, pushing
her knees further apart so that he could push his large head right up to the
tops of her thighs and kiss her very lightly and almost lovingly on the nylon
strip of black silkiness of her panties where they covered her cunt-lips.
When he pulled himself to his feet and then helped her to get up to stand
close to him, he was panting like a man who had just completed a mile
race. He was sweating and shaking. "Come on baby," he mumbled to her.
"Come on, you know what to do, honey." She knew. She wanted to vomit,
but that was not what he meant. She knew what he meant well enough. Her
hands shook as she started to unfasten the clips of her dress and draw
down the zipper. She saw those dark close-together eyes of Marko staring
at her as she prepared to show off her body to him. She wore her black
pointed brassiere, the sheerest of panties, the attractive girdle and those
delightfully sensual nylon stockings and the ultra high-heeled shoes. She
slowly got her lush tits out of the bra and arched her body so that he could
stare at her breasts as they became upthrust. He went across the room
and stood as far from her as he could. "Do your stuff," he called out to her.
She knew this game. He beckoned her and she had slowly and as
provocatively as she knew how, to stroll across to him. All the way he
watched the sway of her hips, the rolling lolling of her tits, the lovely long
shapely legs in the nylons. When she got near him he quickly moved
across to the far wall and then beckoned her again. For ten or more trips
he made her slowly and sensually walk across the room, and then at last
when he had his fill of this little game, he made her stand in front of him
while he recommenced to feel and fondle her legs. He told her to adjust
her bra again, and when her large full knockers were encased in the bra,
as he directed, he tried to suck avidly on her nipple through the satiny
fabric of the bra cup itself. He loved to make her nipples arouse; treatment
of this sort made them really hard and firm of themselves, and by keeping
them tightly encased pressure on the peaks was increased, and gave her
more wanton sensations. At last he suddenly shrugged off his gaudy
dress-robe. His grotesquely hairy body was revealed to her. It was not the
first time she had seen it, but every time seemed worse than before. He
was a horrid old man, more like a hairy beast than a man. Naked save for
his slippers, he took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom that
adjoined his private room. For some strange reason he was always able
and always wanted to pass water while she was with him. The drill was
always the same. She had to hold his prick and mutter flattering phrases
about it while he urinated. It was always a heavy flush of water. Indeed, it
always reminded her of a horse in the street letting the piss rush from its
heavy dong. The penis of old Marko was like a stallion's; it even throbbed
while she held it for him to empty himself, and after she had washed his
prick and careful dried it on a soft towel, they went, arm in arm, back into
the bedroom of his private apartment. He lay on his bed, naked and erect
as she slowly took off the rest of her scanties. She had to tease and
tantalize him all she could as she rolled her nylons down, while she slid
her panties to her feet, while she eased the elastic girdle down from her
waist. On the bed with him she knew what she had to do. Kneeling
astraddle him, her ass towards his face so that he could look at her
bush-hair and cunt when she leaned forward, and at the same time feel
her legs with his hot hands, she lowered her face to his rampant cock. Just
for a moment she hesitated, sickened again at the thought of being so
completely this horrid man's sex slave, and then she opened her lips and
took the foul tasting smelling cockhead into her saliva filled mouth. She
was glad he always allowed her to wash his prick before she had to
perform with him like this. Once she had got over the initial shock, she had
learned that it was not so bad once she got the wet hot spongy cock-knob
well between her lips. He never touched her cunt when she was with him,
always he fondled her legs, her thighs, and her bent knees, but never did
he let his hands under to her more intimate cunt-hole. He was gripping the
backs of her thighs just below the overhang swell of her buttocks, as he
started to slowly undulate his loins up at her face. She knew when he did
this she had to keep her head still, she had to let him do the actioning with
his cock, she had to let him use her mouth as he would have used her
cunt... pushing inwards, withdrawing almost to the tip of his rock-hard
cock, then plunging in again to the back of her throat and almost making
her choke. Once he had seen her close her eyes while he was doing this to
her. He had been furious, he had threatened that if he had ever caught her
again with her eyes closed, he would have Silas attend to her. The threat of
having the brutal Silas "attend" to them was enough to put fear in the
hearts and souls of any of Marko's girls. Certainly Alice never wanted to
give the bossman reason to have Silas attend to her. It was therefore with
her eyes wide open that she had this great cock see-sawing in her mouth.
She was given a close-up view of the dark wiry bush of the old cuntlapper
every time he thrust his cock hard into her mouth. Now and again he thrust
so deeply those hairs at the base of the cock stem brushed and tickled her
face. A few moments later, Alice was again in the bathroom, but this time
she was alone. Old Marko was lying spent and tired on his bed, while Alice
frantically washed and spat the sperm remains of his orgasm from her
mouth. She knew that every girl he employed went through this ordeal at
fairly regular intervals. Every girl at the club had tasted the vinegary
semen of their boss man, although as far as she knew, he had never
actually used them in the more normal fashion of man with woman.
Perhaps he had the view that the precious cunthole between their legs
was for the paying clientele, or to be used in the line of duty for the club, in
the way Alice had with the not-so-lucky gambler John Graham. Whatever
his reasons, the sensual, weirdo Marko Hymes enjoyed his girls in the way
he liked the best. Provided he was satisfied, there was nothing the girls
could do about it. They did not get their wages at the Gregley for nothing.
He bought them body and soul. And the more use he had from their bodies
the better he liked it..

Chapter 2

It was not often that Marko Hymes consented to let the club he
owned be used for a private and exclusive function. The gambling rooms of
course were not involved in such outside lettings, but now and again, if the
price was right, Marko would be served and a dance held afterwards. It
was through such an affair that Brenda Miller first came into contact with
men such as Marko and his henchman Silas. Tim Miller was a
representative of the sales section of a fair sized importing firm. When the
firm brought all their South of England representatives into London for a
conference to be followed by a dinner-dance affair, Tim was as eagerly
looking forward to meeting the big-wigs of the firm as his pretty wife was
of having a night in London. Not that they lived very far outside the
metropolis, as they had a nice semi-detached down Reigate way, but with
Tim having a lot of traveling to do, and having to be away from home so
much, it was very seldom that he and Brenda came up to town for an
evening's entertainment. After looking forward to this dinner and dance
for several weeks, Brenda was a little taken aback and disappointed to
find that instead of it being held in a lush hotel, the firm had hired a part of
what could only be described as a gambling joint or a glorified night dive.
The meal was very good, however. Marko knew how to give his customers
value for money in good food as well as entertainment... and other
enjoyable pleasures. After the meal, Brenda and some of the men, the
young salesmen in particular -- of which Tim was a live-wire member --
congregated together at the bar and were happily drinking and talking
shop with a few of the important directors of the firm. It was this neglect
that gave the watchful Marko the very chance he had hoped might crop up.
He had singled out the very attractive Brenda Miller from the other wives,
and had given Silas his instructions. So it was that far from being
neglected and having few dances, Brenda found herself in the company of
a charming if ugly and strangely-built, character who told her he was
known as Silas, and was employed at the club to make sure everyone had
a good time. The persuasive charm of the experience cunt-procurer soon
had the comparatively inexperienced Brenda Miller drinking far more than
she was accustomed to doing. By the time Tim and his colleagues were
partly under the spell of the heady, heavy, smoky atmosphere of the stuffy
rooms, and with the drink flowing fast and furious, he was relieved to see
that Brenda was having a good time. Unlike some of the other wives, she
was not sitting mooning at the table where the meal had been served; no,
Brenda was dancing, she was laughing and having a ball. He felt less guilt
at neglecting her for this parley with the important men if she was
enjoying herself, even if he did not like the look of the burly beefy
character with whom she was dancing. Brenda normally would have been
far from enjoying the type of dancing she was having to indulge in with this
apelike man. But with the drink and the intention to have a good time, she
let him guide her around the tiny space set aside for their dancing. She
even found after a little while that she enjoyed the naughty way one of his
ham-like hands had settled over her asscheeks while they danced, and
the way he kneaded her responsive flesh. He passed some rather rude but
distinctly complimentary remarks about the softness and voluptuous feel
of her ass, which she could not help but admit thrilled her in a sensually
naughty way. It was while the tempo changed to a slow sultry beat that
the lights, already not very brilliant, were dipped even more. During the
dance, and hidden by the other dancers around them, Silas took advantage
of the dimness of the light to fondle the young woman's lovely tits. When
she showed her relish at such petting, he dived his hand down into the
low-cut neckline of her cocktail dress and began to rub the nipple through
the fabric of her bra. The dance was now a mere excuse for couples to
embrace. Brenda hoped Tim could not see how close she was dancing to
this horny character. She hoped he would not see the hairy hand thrust
down the front of her dress, and it was certainly a blessing that no one
could overhear the obscene things that Silas was muttering in her ear as
they danced close together and his large face was alongside her hot
flushed cheek. It was while they were dancing slowly around shuffling in
each other's arms that Brenda felt another arm on her shoulder. For a
moment she went cold, she thought it was her husband suddenly arousing
himself from his alcoholic bliss and coming across to give this man
dancing with her and petting her a thumping for his pains. Not that she
would have liked Tim to get entangled with a man like Silas. Silas was
much older but he looked tough, his muscles were just huge and Brenda
guessed he knew how to take care of strapping young men who became
angry or violent about anything that went on in this sort of establishment...
But it was not her husband's arm. It was an oily, grinning Marko alongside
them. "Having a swell time, honey?" he asked quietly, giving her shoulder a
squeeze. "Is my friend here looking after you well?" "I'm having... a really
good time," she blurted out. "I haven't felt quite so light-hearted or
enjoyed myself more for ages." "Good... good... " Marko saw that this young
wife was well boozed although not drunk in the true sense. He put his arm
round her slim waist and hugged her. "I'm giving a little film show for
some of my friends and clients from the gambling rooms my dear," he
murmured, in a low intimate whisper, "If you like I will let Silas take you to
see the films. Would you like that, honey?" They had stopped moving on the
floor; already between the two men Brenda was being ushered towards a
door covered by a green curtain. Without saying yes or no she was finding
herself in a darkened room just across a narrow hallway from the rooms
hired by Tim's firm. In the dark room she heard chucking and wet noises
like kissing. A shrill giggle or a gasp filled the air now and again, and
Brenda was being pulled down on to Silas' lap as soon as his groping
hands had found a chair. She was not sure where Marko went to, she was
too preoccupied in trying to grab the fat wrists of Silas as he tried to feel
right up her legs. "You'll ruin my stockings," she protested quietly, as she
tried without much success to keep his hot hands down around her knees.
He laughed dryly. "Don't worry about that, honey, Marko will buy you nylons
by the gross," he retorted as his hands flicked her dress well up her lovely
legs. She wanted to slap his face when she felt his hands at the tops of her
nylon hose, she was going to struggle and get off his lap and get out of this
stuffy dark room... but as his hot hands slid on to the bare flesh of her
thighs above her stockings she felt a tremor of sensual excitement race
through her. No one could see what was happening, no one knew she was
in here with this man. If she was missed from the other rooms, Tim would
think she had gone to the cloakroom, he would never know she was in this
little room astride a strange man's lap, with the stranger's hands up to the
tops of her legs. A few yards ahead a flickering light illuminated a screen
hung on the wall. Brenda pulled her dress down so that the hands of Silas
would not be so noticeable up at her thighs. She was glad she had pulled
her clothing over his hands to hide what he was doing, for now he was
getting more bold... his hands had reached the edge of her panties...
Brenda Miller had read many times about clubs where blue films were
shown. In one certain Sunday newspaper quite a feature had been made
about the extent of this depravity; but of course she had never seen a dirty
film before, or thought she would ever get the opportunity. On to the
screen came the title "HOUSEWIFE LOVING." The flickering had grown less
now and the film seemed much clearer. The first shots showed a pretty
woman at her dressing table. The camera moved at various angles, and
Brenda saw the woman was about her own age. She was in a negligee and
a nightie, and a low murmur filled the stuffy room when it was seen that
she stripped off the clothing and stood before the mirror admiring herself.
She quickly put on her negligee again when it appeared that someone was
at the front door. A man dressed as a milkman -- it was clearly Silas --
was at the front door. A few seconds of chatter, and the hefty man was
carrying the flimsily-attired female back to her bedroom. It was
enthralling for Brenda to see the woman on the screen trying to fight off
the attentions of Silas, while Silas was, in person, feeling up her own legs.
The woman on the film was a good actress or else she really was afraid of
the hefty man, for Brenda saw her putting up a good fight before at last she
was forced to give in and lie stretched out on the bed. Brenda could hardly
believe her eyes when the camera moved in for a really careful close-up
of Silas opening his fly and getting out his immense penis. Brenda had
never known any man could have such a thick whopper as the one being
shown in close-up on the screen. She felt even more aroused and excited
at the thought that she was on the lap of the possessor of that great prick.
When the 'milkman' began to use his sexual equipment in the way that
nature intended, the close-up shots showed the pleasure the woman was
now experiencing, after her fear, and Brenda could see that the woman
was not acting now, even if she had been before. Brenda felt a lot of
fumbling going on under her asscheeks and quickly guessed what Silas
was doing. He had opened his trouser-front, he was maneuvering her on
his lap, lifting her skirt at the back. On the screen the camera seemed to be
fixed on the face of the woman, her facial contracting and contortions, her
wild expressions of lust, the intense pleasure she was getting from the
union of her cunt with that gigantic cock was there in great detail for all to
see. Brenda found herself almost wishing she was that woman... almost...
she felt the hot breath in her ear, then the hoarse whispered voice of Silas,
"Bend forward and lift up a little honey," he was murmuring. "And I'll give it
to you." She knew what he meant, knew what he was suggesting. "No...
please... oh no... I can't let you go as far as that," she managed to mumble
to him at the same time trying to resist the way he was pushing her hips
upwards to allow that huge shaft of his penis to weave upwards from
where her ass-cheeks squashed it down to its unnatural position. "Don't
be silly, you want a good fuck," it was not Silas speaking to her now, she
realized the voice came from the kneeling Marko beside the chair. In the
darkness she had not known he was there, now he was getting his hands
up her dress, he had his fingers clawing at her panties trying to get them
down, whilst the strong arms of Silas eased her off his lap and made the
removal of her panties easier for his boss. Suddenly it was not only the
hands of Marko up her legs, it was his large head as well. Her dress front
bulged as he somehow leaned across her knee and got his face right up to
the tops of her thighs. Silas kept his arms about her so that she could not
get up, and with her panties down to her stretched-apart knees, Marko
was actually licking at her crotch. Brenda had to bite her lip hard not to
gasp out in sheer and utter pleasure as a delightful sensation swept
through her. She had never known such a feeling as this. She knew it was
very wicked to have this sort of heavenly pleasure with these men. All
around her sounds of grunts and sobs could be heard, and no one seemed
to worry that the film had almost reached its climax, and the 'house-wife'
was now indulging with Silas in the most grotesque and obscene frigging.
Brenda was glad when the film ended, for the room was in utter and
complete darkness now, and she lay with her back against Silas' body,
while Marko crouched at her knees and lathered her cunt with his saliva
and his tonguing kisses. Still keeping his face to her hot wet cunt, Marko
reached up to grab her wrists and make her feel under her buttocks to the
huge cock that reared close beneath her. For the first time since she had
married Tim she was holding the cock of another man... and it was the
grandest, most throbby prick she had ever imagined. She tried to close her
thighs and imprison Marko's head when she felt him ease his face away
from her lust-crazed hole. She heard him give a low chuckle in the
darkness, she heard him murmur, "It's not my mouth you want, honey," he
was saying. "Go on... slip it in! Guide that lovely cock in, my honey. Don't try
and pretend you don't want it." She lifted herself upwards and allowed the
huge hot shaft of stiff cock to be levered under her crotch. Carefully and
slowly she lowered herself down to be impaled on the fattest hardest
prick she had ever known. Silas had his arms around her body, his large
hands groping to cup her titties. She felt him playing with her breasts; and
at the same time she felt the hands of Marko gripping the tops of her
thighs between her nylon tops and her Vee. "Go on, honey," he was urging
her. "Move your twat. Work hard and fast. We can't keep the lights off in
this room forever!" She gasped. Silas was hurting her tits with the cruel
grip he imposed on the soft flesh through her bra. Brenda began to jerk
herself up and down on his lap, getting the weird sensation that she was
behaving more like a barnyard animal than a respectable young wife out
for an evening with her husband! Despite the fact that she felt guilty, the
sexual arousement within her made her want to continue like this until
she got the supreme thrilling pleasure of her orgasm... when it did explode
within her, she experienced the most satisfying, twitchiest come of her
life... never had she felt her cuntjuices being drawn from so deep with her...
never had she known Tim exude so much wet hot into her as this stallion
was doing now. Brenda Miller was still panting and enjoying the aftermath
of her fierce fast fucking when one of Marko's girls helped her from the
dark film-room to the coatroom not normally used by guests. It was Alice
Marlow who helped Marko's latest victim to douche herself out. If Alice
was not mistaken, this young wife would be visiting the club again, without
her husband, not that he had been very much in evidence this time. She
would be coming back again and again so that she could enjoy once more
the sheer ecstasy of the sort of fucking she had just experienced. Next time
it would not be with Silas. Oh, no. It would be with a client who would be
paying Marko to have the fresh twat of a young attractive woman not too
experienced in whoring. Alice watched Brenda make her unsteady way
back to the dance room. The douche she had used had contained a very
powerful sperm-killer, so the young wife would be perfectly safe from
pregnancy. But it had also contained an irritant that would make
absolutely certain that the young woman would need plenty of hot-
fucking in the near future. Alice knew where Mrs. Brenda Miller would
come for her cunt-satisfaction. Marko was, once more, on the way to
having another girl join his sex kingdom.

Chapter 3

Marko was not a man to leave things to chance. Fate helped him
sometimes, but never nearly as much as he helped himself. He did not find it
difficult to get information about the Miller couple. It was just as easy to find
out when Tim Miller would be away from home for a few days and nights, and
easy to persuade Brenda Miller to come up to the club again for a little party,
which Marko was giving to a few select friends. Brenda had toyed with the
idea of making a trip to town and a return visit to the Gregley club as soon as
she got the chance. That chance would be when Tim was away on his travels
and then out of the blue had come this invitation from Marko to his private
party. Brenda felt flattered and she felt on top of the world when she arrived
at the club and was escorted through to rooms around at the rear by the
doorman, as if she had been nobility, at least. She found about ten people
already at the party. They were a mixed bag allright, and she did not like the
look of some of them at all. One man, who from his voice she assumed was an
American, was a huge brute, whose crew-cut hair and large florid face made
look grotesque. He looked about sixty, but very strong. With him was a
younger man, about twenty-nine or thirty, a pale-faced specimen of
manhood. She hated the way "pale faced" eyed her, as if she was there to be
bought if he so chose to pay for her. At the bar was a man and woman in their
middle forties. They seemed to be husband and wife, and that was how they
were introduced to Brenda. She was pleased to see the nice girl who had
helped her that night after the film show. Brenda waved across the room to
Alice Marlow. With introductions over, the party got down to the serious
business of drinking and dancing. Brenda was soon feeling high and very
happy, and she tried to keep pace with the glass-lifting of Alice... but it was a
task beyond her. Alice seemed quite sober by comparison, and Brenda saw
she was enjoying the way that pale strange young man was kissing her and
feeling very boldly up under her dress. By midnight, Brenda was well-past
caring how she was going to get back to Reigate in the early hours of the
morning. A lot of booze had been going down the hatch, music blared out and
everyone was having a ball of a time. That man in his mid-forties, what was
his name -- oh, yes, Brenda remembered -- they had been introduced as Mr.
and Mrs. Lasson. Well, there was no sign of Mrs. Lasson, but her husband was
busy... very busy... he was tweaking Brenda's nipples as hard and as fast as
he could as he swayed in front of her, and then leaned forward to nuzzle his
boozy face against her cheeks, and kiss and murmur to her. Suddenly Marko
was in the center of the floor, holding up his arms. "Quiet!" he cried. Then he
announced that it was time for a little "specialty" and would they all take
their seats. Brenda stumbled her way to a chair. In the journey she lost Mr.
Lasson. Instead, to her dismay, she found she was sitting next to that
pale-faced specimen who had been with Alice, and had been introduced to
her with that huge gangster-looking man. If there was one man in the party
she did not want to be near or have touch her, it was this anemic creep. She
found him repulsive, and yet as she tried to get to her feet to find another
chair he was grabbing at her waist and pulling her down beside him. She
tried to struggle. He showed remarkable strength, and all her efforts did
were to help him to finish up on the carpet instead of on the chairs with her.
She saw that several others were sprawled out on the thick carpet and so
she had to remain there. In the center of the room a single beam light
illuminated a space. The rest of the room was in darkness and Brenda was
pleased about this as this awful pest was already feeling well up her legs
under her dress. Into the spotlight came three figures, two women and one
well-built handsome man. Brenda saw the man was wearing skin tight
trousers and an open knit shirt. Both garments clung to him to show off his
massive build to the best advantage. The women were older than the man.
One was a petite well-rounded blonde, the other a brunette and more
angular in build. The "show" started by the handsome brute showing his
admiration for the blonde woman, while the angular brunette was very
interested in the man. The trio acted well. The blonde expressed fear at the
attentions of the man, the brunette was avid in her caressing of the male
prize, but at last gave up her fondling of him to help strip the struggling
blonde. The room filled with the sound of the blonde's clothing being
unzipped and torn. When she was stripped to her stockings, the fleshy little
blonde was held by the other woman while the man went to work on her with
his hands and his mouth. The thrilling part of the act was to see how the
struggling, protesting blonde gradually surrendered herself to the lascivious
thrill that the obscene fingering and kissing of the huge man made her
experience. While the blonde lay writhing in complete surrender, the
brunette commenced to strip the rampant man. The watching Brenda felt the
same thrill when this handsome brute was exposed to the one she had felt at
the film show when on the screen she had seen the huge prick of Silas. This
horrid pale-skinned man now with her was frigging her lewdly and fiercely
as she moaned at the sight of the great erect prick of the 'showman.' The
angular woman was getting her own clothes off now, and when she was
down to her nylons and girdle she began to use her mouth on the man to get
his already horse-like cock even more stiffly erect and throbbing. Brenda
was getting the urge to get her hands on a man's prick and balls. Horrid and
repulsive as her companion was to her, she could not resist getting her
hands to his fly. She was soon eagerly rubbing his prick while he frigged her,
and they both reveled in the fierce way that the blonde was getting fucked
right there a few feet away from them in the full glare of the spotlight. The
naked angular woman had been given a lifelike flesh colored dildo which she
used energetically on herself, while her blonde companion was getting the
real thing up her twat. Then, when all three had reached and expressed
vividly in movement and voice their complete fulfillment, the spotlight went
out. The room was in darkness, and Brenda found herself being drawn to her
feet and taken across the room. Not until she was in another room and the
light was turned on, did she see she was in a bedroom, alone with the
pale-faced character. She watched him getting his clothing off -- when he
saw she was standing there gaping at him, he almost spat the words at her
-- "Get your clothes off, bitch!" he snapped angrily, "unless, that is, you want
me to tear them off you piece by piece from that lush body you've got." Afraid,
and also excited, Brenda did as she was told, and was soon in his arms.
Nakedly they embraced one another, and she saw that there were several
long mirrors in this small room and her companion was lustfully watching
their movements in the glass. He seemed to glory in seeing her naked body
from different angles... She was aware of a maddening tingle in her cunt, the
unmistakable urge in her belly to be "filled." This man she found so repulsive
was kissing her shoulders, her neck and her face, his long lean fingers
twisted and tweaked at her nipples until she thought he was trying to get
them off her tits; and yet despite the pain his fingers caused her, her nipples
felt they were reaching out with tentacles, drawing the entire breast up and
outwards with them, and making the whole breast feel alive and throbby and
tingling with the same lustfulness that she had in her cunt. She found she
was stroking this pale-skinned fiend's head with her hands as he bent his
face to her breasts and took a nipple into his thin hard lips. He suckled at
each breast in turn, his long fingers crooked under her wet snatch... she
knew she was experiencing the oldest and most natural urge known to the
female body... she knew she wanted cock... she yearned for it... she had to
have it. He brought his face up from her pinky firm nipples, he smiled up into
her flushed face. "How long you been married, honey?" he asked. "Marko tells
me you're a new girl up here." It seemed incredible to her that he could
speak in so matter- of-fact a tone, to ask such a question at a time like the
present. He seemed so much in control of himself, while she was befuddled
and eager with aroused lust. She was panting like a long-distance runner as
she muttered her reply, "I've only been up here once before. That was with
my husband. We've been married nearly three years." Pale-face nodded; he
seemed pleased with her answers. She looked down at his naked skinny
loins, his crimson-headed monstrosity of a cock reared from its nest of black
lush-hair... she knew, however much the man disgusted her, she had to have
pleasure that big cock could give her. She resolved however that this would
be the last time, the very last time that she would come to the club. She knew
what would happen and she had been excited and pleased to accept the
invitation, but she had to consider Tim, she had to think of her marriage. She
would turn into a cheap cock-loving loose woman if she kept coming up here,
and letting strange men screw to her. This would have to be the last time...
the very last time. "UuuUWURRRGGGHHHHAAAA!!!!!" The lean man was aiming
his over-thick penis into her moist cunthole. She gasped and then groaned
although she would have been sent out of her mind if she had been denied
this pleasure at the stage her lust had now reached. She had fallen back
across the bed, and he was on top of her. She managed to lift her knees to
cross her calves over his lean, strangely cold back, and now he was
commencing to frig her, using a strange swiveling type of sideways and
inwards probing all the time, as if he were alive well up inside her cunt, and
was moving all around. She had been ashamed afterwards at her
abandonment and pleasure when Silas had taken her body in the darkened
film-room, and now she was feeling very much more ashamed at the way in
which she was responding to this vile white-skinned man. She felt she
wanted him to take out of her cunt the thick, hot prong that he was using so
cleverly and bizarrely so deep in her belly. Tim never used this sort of action,
his sort of fucking was inwards and back. This lean angular man seemed like
a strange, naked white creature clamped to her belly, his stiff gouging into
depths where no man had probed with his cock before. Before morning, four
of the five men at this select party had availed themselves of the sweet
sexual charm of the cunt between Brenda's lovely thighs. It was the first time
in her life that she had performed the fuck-act so many times in quick order.
Never had she known the experience of being made to come more than once
at any one lay, and although each cock only made her have the one peak or
orgasm, she nevertheless had the four lovely "comes" during the space of a
few hours. It was that understanding kindly girl, Alice Marlow, who once
again helped her to cleanse her semen-full twat afterwards; and it was the
same Alice who accompanied the tired and fully-satiated young Mrs. Brenda
Miller back to her suburban home, and made sure she arrived safely. She
was too valuable a property for the great Marko to be allowed to go astray
on her way home to Reigate, or to turn up in a way that would give rise to
comment by the neighbors. Marko Hynes smiled as he listened to Alice. "So
our charming Mrs. Miller does not think she will visit us any more, eh?" he
muttered, after Alice had relayed to him some of the conversation she had
had with Brenda on the way home. "That seems to be the way she wants it,
Marko," Alice replied. "She loved the hot cock alright, but she is afraid of her
marriage breaking up, afraid her husband will find out she is being made to
fuck. She wants to keep herself for him and play the good and loving wife. You
know how it is." "I certainly do," he muttered. "I think perhaps the worthy but
prudish Mrs. Miller deserves a visit, my dear?" He went to a cupboard and
brought out a roll of film and a small portable projector. "This only came back
a few minutes ago from the developing room, my dear," he said, tapping the
film roll. "I'll make a call on the Miller residence tomorrow afternoon, and
perhaps we can give Brenda a little preview of our latest in erotic films, eh?"
It was almost four in the afternoon when a startled Brenda Miller allowed
Marko and Silas to push her back from her own front door and go into her
lounge. She protested and watched as Silas set up the projector on the
sideboard, and ran the cord to the wall socket where the television set was
connected, Marko was pulling back the curtains meanwhile, and he muttered
over his shoulder, "I heard that you weren't too keen on visiting my club
again, my dear. Just see if this little film can help you change your mind." The
room in darkness, the camera was focused on the drawn curtains, which
were pale in shade and made a good substitute for a screen. The film began
to flicker. It showed the naked grinning white-skinned man sitting on a bed,
a shapely woman using her mouth greedily on his long, thick prick... Brenda
wanted to be sick, she wanted to vanish through the floor and never return...
the film showed all too clearly that the woman who was cock- sucking the
man so avidly was none other than herself... When the film had run its course,
in silence from the three, it had shown her with various men at that vile party
last night, doing all sorts of lewd fucking willingly and with energy. Marko
turned off the projector while Silas returned the curtains to the open
position. "Now my dear woman," Marko was gripping her arm, "I think you
will visit the club whenever I send for you, unless, of course, you want me to
take some choice still from that film and have them sent to your husband,
and perhaps one or two to your parents. Do you think your husband would
like to get a full-size glossy photograph of his wife with another man's cock
stuffed up her cunt to the hilt, and another photo showing her face and the
expression she adopted when she enjoyed being frigged? Does your husband
like that sort of photography, eh? Does he my dear... tell me, does he?"
Brenda had been quite unaware of the hidden cameras that had been doing
their vile work while she had been screwing with such abandon for the
pale-skinned man and then the other three men. Now her obscene acts were
on film, her deeds of animal-like frigging were on record, and in the
possession of a man she knew would not hesitate to use such power over
her. She knew she was trapped. One of the reason why the Gregley Club had
been the location for the dinner-dance at which Brenda and Tim Miller first
went there, was because the firm's top man, a certain Andrew Dimmock, was
not only a regular visitor to the gambling tables but also a very good
spender with the girls. In his sixties, he had a wife many years his junior. She
was, in fact, his second wife. His first had divorced him for what the divorce
court judge had described as the filthiest bedroom habits he had ever heard
about between man and wife. A few nights after the dinner-dance, Andrew
Dimmock was back in the club not for a dinner or a dance, not to enjoy
Marko's girls -- of whom Alice Marlow was his favorite -- but escorting his
own wife. She was a pretty woman who was gradually getting accustomed to
her husband's bizarre habits and strange way of life. In one of the many
small bedrooms at the club, Mrs. Dimmock had got on a bed with Silas. Seated
on a chair just a few yards away, her excited and horny husband was
watching greedily. He liked the spectacle of seeing his wife being undressed
by a man like Silas, he liked the kinky kick he experienced when he saw the
large hands of this brute of a man taking the intimate clothing of the woman
from her, and holding it to his face in order to inhale obscenely at the
perfume from her cunt. Andrew Dimmock had purposely kept his wife starved
for cock for the last week so that she would welcome the advances of this big
man, even if she was afraid of him and disgusted that her own husband
should bring her here for fucking and then sit and watch. Dimmock watched
the large mouth of Silas worshipping Mrs. Dimmock's breasts. Few things
made any impression on a man such as Silas, even to the way this quite
attractive wife was made to degrade herself. But he could not help feeling
somewhat antagonistic to the rich old man who was so horny and selfish
that he could force his young wife to fuck with another man in front of
himself. Listen to the poor bitch, Silas thought to himself. Mrs. Dimmock was
only doing and saying what she knew was expected of her. While Silas
suckled her tits and fingered her hot wet pussy, she was looking at her
perverted husband and saying in a sweetly sickly voice, "There, honey, do
you like seeing your wife enjoy herself fucking with another man?" Old
Dimmock was so excited in his horniness that he almost fell off the chair as
he shifted to the very edge of it and leaned close to the bed. "Does he frig you
good, baby?" he muttered. "Do you like that strong mouth on your titties, my
sweet? Doesn't that horny finger in your cunt make you want to have him do
everything to you, my darling wife?" Gradually Mrs. Dimmock was finding it
less necessary to act at all. She WAS being thrilled by Silas... "Oh, darling," she
moaned to her leering old husband. "He is making my cunt feel wonderful...
wonderful... I'm so glad you made me come here darling. You are a very good
husband bringing me to a man like this." Dimmock was well pleased with her
responses and watched her hug the huge frame of the naked Silas to her own
naked body. Dimmock leaned right over them and looked into his wife's face.
"You need a man, don't you darling?" he muttered down at her. "You need a
man's cock really badly, eh? And I have got this wonderful man for you. I have
bought him for you to give you pleasure and to do to your lovely cunt what it
needs to be done to make you happy, darling." The old man patted the huge
naked asscheeks of Silas. "Go on, Mr. Silas," he urged. "I have paid you well,
now give my wife the cock she needs. Let me see how well you can take care
of her. Like all horny wives, she needs a lot of taking care of, and you are the
man to do it. Go on, Mr. Silas... do it to her... give my wife the hot fucking she
needs." Her arms went round the broad back of the man on top of her. Silas
had to guide his cock into her cunthole, and with her cunt gaping and so
wetly ready it was not a hard task. "Is that good, my love?" old Dimmock was
peering over the naked shoulder of Silas at his wife's upturned face. "Has he
got a good cock... Is he making you feel really good, my dear?" Silas began to
frig her, making her shake and tremble with the force of his inward lunges
and the way he fucked hard at her every time, he sank in to the fullest depth.
Even a blind man could tell she was getting all the cock she could take, but
old Dimmock was not satisfied. "You tell me, darling, tell me yourself," he
kept on at her. "If he isn't big enough, tell me. Tell me if he isn't strong
enough." The poor woman was almost frantic with her cock-madness now,
she was almost squashed out of sight down into the bed as Silas fucked away
atop her. From under his bulk she gasped, "Darling... ohaa... darling... he's
wonderful... a real stallion... a real man for a stud... ohaaammm... I'm nearly...
there... ohaaa... daaarling... make him keep on... make him keep on... I'm
coming... I'm there... ohraauuggggrrreeeegguugggg!!!!" While his wife
moaned in her throes of lust, old Dimmock climbed on the bed behind Silas
and directed his prick which he had drawn from his opened fly, down
towards the cunthole where the great cock rammed into Mrs. Dimmock.
Jerking his cock as hard as he could, the old man managed to come at the
same time as Silas. Mrs. Dimmock had the full quantity of hot wet sperm of
Silas in her womb while her cuntlips and pubic hairs were drenched with the
scum of her own husband. She knew her perverted husband had derived
more pleasure from doing this, than when he actually fucked her in the
normal way. He loved to see a man like the stallion Silas fucking her, she
knew he derived great sensual gratification from seeing her given pleasure
with another man's cock in her twat, and if the truth were known she herself
enjoyed having a good fuck more with a man like Silas than with her own
elderly husband, although Dimmock still had a fair sized dick for his age and
knew well enough how to give a woman pleasure using his own cock. While
they were having a drink in the bar afterwards, Marko brought up a
photograph to show Dimmock. It was a perfectly respectable print, it showed
one of the tables that had been occupied at the dinner-dance. It was the
table where Mrs. Miller and her husband had enjoyed the meal. Marko
nodded at the photo of Brenda Miller. "Nice looking piece of ass that one," he
murmured to old Dimmock, who nodded in absolute agreement. "Do you
fancy her?" Marko went on. Dimmock's jaw dropped. He had for some time
admired that pretty wife of young Miller. Now here was Marko making the
most attractive suggestion he had heard for a long time. The price was
quickly settled. Mrs. Brenda Miller was on the cunt market. The way it was put
to Brenda she knew there could be no escape. She had to "go with" old
Dimmock, whom she had met several times when she had been with her
husband and whom she had known, with her own womanly instinct, had
desired to hump her, but the possibility that he would ever get his desires
fulfilled had then seemed remote if not utterly impossible. Now the
impossibility was to become real. An evening was chosen when Tim would be
away on the firm's business. She was taken to the Gregley Club by taxi, and
found old Dimmock waiting there for her. They had a few drinks together, and
when, after a couple of attempts at dancing, he suggested they make their
way to a room Marko had reserved for them, she knew the time had come
when she was willingly and knowingly to give herself to a man she knew had
paid for her cunt. To make matters even more degrading, the man in question
was her husband's boss. Once in the privacy of the small bedroom, old
Dimmock took her in his arms and his lips came wetly down on hers. She was
surprised at the sensual feeling she got. It was by far the oldest man who
had ever kissed her, and the first time she had ever been 'bought.' She felt
the swelling of his dick at his loins and the involuntary jerks against her that
rammed the erecting prick into the softness of her belly. Even through their
clothing his cock felt quite big, she began to get the well-known tingles in
her breasts and loins. She slid her hand down the front of their bodies and
boldly clasped his pecker through his trousers. Yes, he was large, he was a
well-preserved old gentleman allright, certainly where it counted. "I hear
you fuck with Silas," he mumbled to her. "I let my wife go with him, too. I think
a good strong bull-prick of a man like that does a woman good. I'm afraid you
won't find me as satisfying as him," he added with a smile, "but afterwards I
want you to be truthful and tell me how I compare with him." There was a
wicked gleam in his old eyes as he went on. "And I want you to tell me how I
compare with your husband, Mrs. Miller. I have him calling at my office in the
morning for a long sales discussion, and it will be invigorating to be talking
to him and knowing that I fucked his pretty wife last night, won't it? And
better still if I know how his wife rates my cock and his." Brenda was
trembling, partly with disgust at this line of conversation and also with the
eager anticipation of the pleasure she was going to get. The old man
watching her, she reached behind her back and undid her zipper. He moved
to help her get her frock up over her head, and then stepped back to get the
full beauty of her breasts as she unhooked the bra, and shrugged the slim
shoulder harness down so that the cups fell away from her milky white
breasts. The thought that she would soon be writhing in passion under this
man's cock, this elderly employer of her husband's talents, filled her with an
excited lust. This was being naughty with a vengeance. She found herself
wishing she could be an unseen party in the office the next morning when
Tim and this man had their discussion. It would be so bizarrely thrilling to
know both men had enjoyed her cunt-pleasures. What on earth would Tim
say and think if he knew the old man, his own boss, had had his cock up
Brenda's twat the previous night? Old Dimmock dropped to his knees in front
of her, and his cracked hands gripped the top of her panties and dragged
them down a few inches. She held her breath as he leaned forward and
implanted a hot kiss on the warm belly flesh that her panties had been
covering. He seemed to change his mind, stood up again and with a sharp,
"Take them down, honey," he started to take off his own clothes. Brenda soon
had her panties slide down to her ankles and was stepping out of them. She
climbed on to the bed and lay on her back to await him as he at last got rid of
all his clothing. She saw his dong was thick and erect and quite long. His
pecker was not as large as Silas', but he was every bit as much a man as her
husband, and the sight of that throbbing hard length of male prick made her
anxious and impatient. "Come on... come on darling," she heard herself
mumbling, almost against her will. "Come and do it to me. I feel just in the
mood now." He was on the bed with her, his face down to her titties, her
nipples being tweaked by his old fingers, and guided to his lips. She spread
her legs, her cunt muscles were working, but they had nothing to work on, no
stiff dick to lap onto... she began to realize her real need for a man... She was
now inwardly glad to have this chance to get more sexual pleasure and
relaxation. What a change had come over her, she pondered, to be so
urgently seeking release, and from a stranger at that. Before that dinner-
dance at the club, anyone who had suggested to her she would ever be lying
wanting another man to put in his cock up her cunt, she would have thought
not only dirty-minded but insane... and yet here she was, horny and anxious
for this old man, her husband's boss, to fuck her. Eagerly Dimmock gripped
her twin asscheeks in his fists and held her while he twisted his body round.
She had hold of his throbbing dick and guided the long thick cock to her warm
wet cunt as he lowered himself to her. She gasped as he slowly entered her,
she humped and ground up at him until his hard stomach was compressed
slowly and closely against her soft heaving belly, and she raised her legs to
lock them around his back. She was a woman in need of a man... it did not
matter who the man was... she was getting the stiff dick she craved. Dimmock
gripped her shoulders, and hammered away for dear life at her gripping
cunt... at last he was screwing the desirable Mrs. Miller... at last he was
sharing her luscious sexy cunt-hole with that good-looking husband of hers.
He was intent on showing her that if he could not match the virility of an
exceptional man like stallion Silas, he could at least out-fuck her husband.
Old Dimmock was capable of showing more control and restrain than Tim
Miller. For the first time in her life, Brenda came twice with the same rigid
cock in her. She thought for one wonderful moment he was going to fetch her
to the hump-peak three times, but he was unable to perform that feat and
was pumping his scum into her when she was midway up the slope from her
second come to her third. Afterwards she admitted quite truthfully to a
happy Andrew Dimmock that she had enjoyed it with him as much, if not
more, than when her husband did it to her. Dimmock smiled at her. She was
going to be a real asset to Marko if she enjoyed fucking this much with his
elderly clients. He wondered which lucky client would be the first to use her
lovely asshole, which man would be content to let her use her mouth on him
without her body? Which man, he reflected, would be the first to get her to
use the electric vibrator on him? Which of Marko's many clients would be the
first to get her to wear a rubber dildo and bugger him? Which man would be
the first to watch her "perform" with another woman? Oh, yes, there were
plenty of first-timers to be enjoyed by and with this attractive young wife
now that she was in the clutches of Marko. As far as Andrew Dimmock was
concerned, it had been money very well spent to be allowed the pleasure of
screwing this attractive wife of one of his young salesmen. He wondered how
long it would be before Tim Miller discovered his attractive consort was
being whored. He would make a good virile stud for Mrs. Dimmock now his
employer came to think of it. The old man chuckled to himself. Marko had
achieved so much already, maybe a word in his ear and the necessary
hump-arrangements might be made.

The End

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