"Oh, man," he said, "you really oughtta reconsider what I said about dancing. I mean, as a topless dancer, you'd make this place famous. With tits that size, we'd have a full house every night."
Brenda shuddered. It repulsed her to think of getting up in front of a leering crowd of men to display her naked, obscenely jiggling tits. Denton's remark gave her an idea, though. There might be another way to distract him from the door.
"Well, I'm not the greatest dancer in the world," she said modestly. "Just what did you have in mind?"
"Oh, you wouldn't have to be a good dancer," Denton said, chuckling, "not with tits like that. You'd just move your body around a little to some music. Here, I'll show you what I had in mind." He crossed quickly to his desk and switched on a radio. Rock music filled the room. "Just move around to that," he said.
Brenda obeyed. She swayed and undulated her body to the music, making sure her breasts moved as much as possible. The big melon-shaped tits swayed, bounced, and jiggled. Denton leaned against his desk watching her, his eyes glued to her lewdly dancing tits. He was plainly delighted and fascinated.
"Yeah, yeah," he said, "you're a natural…"
Brenda grinned at him. As she went on dancing, she moved, slowly but steadily toward the door.
"Yeah," Denton said, "perfect. See, you wouldn't really have to dance. You got the idea already – just move your tits a lot. The customers'll be watching that. They won't even notice the music."
Brenda smiled sweetly and reached behind her and touched the doorknob. She twisted it. The door was locked. Panic-stricken, she whirled it open.
"You lousy CUNT!" snarled Denton.
He sprang across the room and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her away from the door. Before she could regain her balance, he pushed her to the floor.
"All right," he said angrily, "let's quit kidding around. You want out of here, and I wanta get laid. It's that simple. Take off those panties and give me a quick fuck – then you can go home."
Brenda glared at him. Her body belonged to Hal exclusively, and she wasn't going to let this creep touch her.
"I'm through playing games, too," she said. "Id rather ball a snake. Let me out of here, or the police are going to hear about this."
Denton slapped her hard across the face. Brenda fell back, stunned, and he was beside her, ripping off the skimpy red panties of her costume. He rolled her roughly onto her back and jerked her legs open.
She was still dizzy from the blow and couldn't seem to coordinate her movements. She lay there with her legs spread, her bright scarlet slit exposed to his hungry eyes. Denton was rapidly unzipping his fly. She saw him bring out a stiff, dull-red cock.
"Women don't say no to me," he said harshly.
He dropped to his knees, between her legs, and started to let himself down on her. Brenda recovered enough to scream and roll to the side. Denton cursed and wrestled her back into position beneath him. He dropped heavily onto her, and she felt the hard burning line of his erect prick against her soft belly.
"Noooooo," she said, "please, let me go…"
"I will," he said, panting, "as soon as I ball you. Now hold still, dammit. All I want is a quick fuck. You're no Goddamn virgin. It ain't gonna hurt."
He didn't understand. He was soiling her, tainting her, for Hal. She didn't want to go home to her husband with another man's cum in her belly. She wept and fought, pushing at his shoulders, trying to scratch his face with her long painted nails.
"Fuckin' bitch," Denton said.
He seized her arms and pinned them at her sides. He was cruelly strong. Brenda whimpered and tried to roll out from under him, but he was too heavy. He managed to get his swollen hot dick between her legs, and she felt it poking painfully in the tender tissues of her pussy, blindly seeking her cunt.
"Come on, baby, come on," Denton said huskily, "let me in…"
"Noooooo," Brenda said, "I don't want you… Please, don't do-ooohhh!!!"
His sudden entrance caught her by surprise. He managed to wedge the thick swollen head of his cock in the moist little mouth of her box, and then he pushed hard. He penetrated her fully with one brutal shove. She felt herself stuffed breathless with his thick meat – and wracked by a sudden blast of pleasure.
"Yeah, yeah," Denton gasped, starting to jerk his cock swiftly in her moist narrow sheath. "Oh, baby, you are tight!!!"
Brenda moaned and went limp beneath him. She'd had no idea it was going to feel so good. She'd been starved for sex for years, and her shameless pussy didn't discriminate between cocks. She loved Hal, but her body would accept anyone… Wild pleasure rocked her, and her cunt began to cream hot loads of juice all around Denton's thick stroking meat.
"Uhhhhhh," she whined.
Denton saw her lovely face twisting into a horny grimace, felt her scalding cream steaming around his pumping dick. He grinned evilly. "Dig it, baby," he said, panting, "yeah, take it… I knew you'd like it."
Brenda didn't even hear him. She'd been so horny all that long dull evening at the club, that her body was responding violently to his swift deep fucking. She let her long legs fall obscenely open to him, wanting his cock all the way to her womb. She began to gurgle and squeal and moan her pleasure. As Denton got carried away and fucked her ever faster and harder, her soft cries changed to hoarse shouts of delight.
"Yes, yes," she wailed, "Fuck me, ball meeeeee… Oh, God, yes!!!"
Then her body seemed to explode with a gigantic climax. She rocked with it, wailing, for what seemed like long minutes, till at last she felt the steamy flood of Denton's cum inside her. His prick grew limp and small, slipping out of her. She sighed.
Dizzily she watched him get to his feet and zip up his pants. He was grinning lewdly at her.
"Look, doll," he said, "you can't fool me any more. I know what you're really like. You're perfect for that job. Not only would you be a great topless dancer, but you're a born whore."
Brenda moaned and ran out of the room. Putting on her street clothes, she could hardly hold back her tears of shame. How could she have let that animal touch her? How could she have cheated on her wonderful new husband?
Maybe Denton was right. Maybe she was just no good…
CHAPTER FIVE
After leaving Debby in the bathtub, Hal went to the master bedroom and tried to regain control of himself. He was appalled at what he'd just done – and at what he'd almost done.
He had diddled an innocent thirteen-year-old girl, made her cum with his finger. That was bad enough. It was even worse that the girl was his new wife's daughter, his stepdaughter, a child he was supposed to protect and educate. Some education he'd given her… Worst of all was what he hadn't done, what he'd only thought. He'd wanted to ball that little kid so damned bad…
All his adult life he'd been attracted to very young girls, girls just beginning to sprout tits, girls still in pigtails and braces. He wasn't proud of the fact, but he was beginning to realize that he was stuck with it. He couldn't get over his fixation on young teenage girls.
What he had to do, then, was leave Debby out of it. Debby was off limits, forbidden. He simply couldn't do such a thing to her or to Brenda. Only a monster would fuck his own daughter. If it got too bad, he could start seeing whores again, requesting the very youngest girls, but he must keep his hands off Debby.
Hal felt better after making this decision. He was still pretty ashamed of himself for his behavior in the bathroom, but at least he would behave from now on. He owed that much to Brenda. She couldn't help it if he was hopelessly promiscuous, if he had this sick attraction to little kids. He must take care never to let her know about it.
Hal undressed and lay down on the bed, too hot with frustration and anxiety to wear pajamas or get under the covers. He was mulling over his problems as he drifted off, leaving the light on. He had intended to stay awake till Brenda got home, so they could make love, but it was very late…