"Okay, bitch, suck harder," he snarled, trying to bait her with his words. "Who taught you to suck cock, your grandmother? Put some soul into it!" He let go of her hair with one hand and, reaching down beneath her naked kneeling body, seized one of her lush, magnificent breasts in his fingers, mauling it cruelly. Anna automatically twisted away from the pain, but she kept on sucking, harder and harder, knowing that it would be over in a moment. Already she could feel Max's cock swelling larger and larger in her mouth as his orgasm neared.
To make him cum faster, she reached inside his pants and, cradling his drum-tight balls in her hand, began to squeeze them rhythmically, at the same time dragging her nails tantalizingly lower down, near his tightly clenched anus.
That did it! "Oh, you fucking bitch… I'm cumming!" he bellowed. "Suck every last drop down into your belly, or so help me…" His voice shut off in a strangled cry as the first hot rush of semen burned its way up from his testicles below, and shot the entire shuddering length of his monstrously swollen penis. His head fell back helplessly and his fingers went rigid in Anna's hair, clamping her head tightly to his spouting loins.
Anna felt Max's ready organ begin jerking in her avidly sucking mouth and barely had time to prepare herself before the first choking rush of sperm gushed into her straining mouth. She swallowed madly, trying to clear her throat of the sticky hot liquid before she choked, but there was too much. A thick stream of it gushed obscenely out from where her tightly ovaled lips were locked around the thick hair-strewn base of the twitching member. With loathing she felt the slippery spicy fluid sliding down her throat and into her stomach, but there was nothing else she could do. Max's powerful hands in her hair held her imprisoned, and it was either swallow or strangle.
Finally the last few jets of cum had spouted from Max's hard hot organ and it was beginning to shrink in her mouth. He made no resistance when she drew hack her head and the rapidly diminishing cock slithered wetly from her cum-smeared lips and flopped soddenly onto his pants leg. Anna knelt, trying to get her breath, a long string of milky-white cum dangling from her chin. Seeing Max leering at her, she quickly brushed it away, and then, with a look of revulsion, got quickly to her feet and started toward the bathroom.
"Hey, cunt, I want you to crawl out of here on your hands and knees!" Max crowed after her. "Like the bitch you are!"
"Go fuck yourself," she muttered, the words coming thickly from her semen-clogged throat.
CHAPTER THREE
"This could be it, honey… tonight could be it," Jack Hollister said nervously, clutching the wheel tightly with both hands. He and Pam were on their way to the annual company party.
"Why tonight?" Pam asked. Jack could barely make out her features as she stared bemusedly out the windshield into the lights of approaching cars. She was as far over on her own side of the seat as she could get.
"It's got to be tonight!" Jack said explosively. "Old Carstairs retires tomorrow and the vice-presidency will be open. J.B. hates to have any loose ends around the office. And besides," he added more thoughtfully, "he likes to drop bombshells at these parties. It'll either be me or Harry Steers. The old bastard would get a kick out of making the announcement and then watch the loser trying to keep a poker face in front of the whole staff."
"If you think your boss is such a horrible man, why do you work for him?" Pam asked quietly.
"They're all that way," Jack said bitterly. "Every financial company in town is run by some narrow bastard who clawed his way up over a pile of bodies and then likes to step on the fingers of anybody else who tries to make it over the top."
"And thinking that way, you still want to work in such a business?" Pam asked. "What makes you think you would turn cut any different than J.B.?"
Jack turned sharply, trying to make out the expression on Pam's face. Was there contempt there? What kind of questions were these, from a wife?
"Look, baby, I don't make the rules. It just happens to be the only game in town, and if we want to live a decent life, we have to play it!"
"Look out!" Pam said apprehensively.
Jack jerked the wheel to one side just in time to miss an oncoming car. The angry wail of a horn faded away behind them. Jack muttered a curse and stared bleakly out the windshield. Why, on a night as important as this one, did Pam have to start being difficult? She'd been a stranger ever since they moved into the new house. He supposed it had something to do with that miserable scene the other morning. They hadn't made love since then. On top of everything else, I'm as horny as hell, Jack thought with irritation. Cut off at home, he'd been trying to get Anna to go out to dinner with him, hinting broadly at a long evening together, but she'd kept putting him off. All day long he had to look hungrily at her fabulous body around the office without getting a chance to touch her.
"Okay, look, honey," he said wearily. "All I can say is that a lot hangs on tonight, so try and be nice to J.B. He likes you."
Pam repressed a slight shudder. She'd only met her husband's boss a couple of times before, and the way he stared at her body made her flesh crawl. He looks so mock like a dried-up monkey, she thought, hardly daring to imagine what he would look like naked. He quite obviously liked to imagine what she would look like naked!
***The party was being held at the huge, rambling house that J.B. had inherited from a relative. There was a rumor that the old man had gotten the relative over a barrel in a financial deal and then squeezed the property out of him. It was in character, but no one knew for sure. The house was dark and gloomy, as if it had been designed to suit its present owner. But it had a huge drawing room, which could easily hold all the office staff. Jack pulled up into the broad driveway and parked. There were already several cars there.
When he and Pam went in, the first person he saw was Anna. He had known she was going to be there, but it was still a slight shock to suddenly have her in the same room as his wife. For the past few days he'd been thinking of her as part of a personal world, secret from Pam. He was still a little embarrassed to see Pam's face light up when she saw Anna. Did his wife know he intended to make love to her friend?
The three of them went the rest of the way in together, the two women talking animatedly while Jack plodded silently beside them, apparently all but forgotten. How come they like each other so much? he asked himself. They should be deadly enemies. They were still together when J.B. came into the room. The little man's eyes glittered with interest as he stared at the two lovely women with Jack. He actually licked his lips before walking, in his nervous jerky way, up to them.
"Well, Hollister," he said in his raspy voice, "I see you're enriching our party in the most delightful way." He was so short that he seemed to be staring straight into Pam's lush rounded breasts. In fact, for several seconds he didn't take his eyes from their enticing contours. Pam started to blush and in a moment her face was bright red.
"And who are you?" he asked Anna, switching his pop-eyed stare to her breasts which, if anything, were even slightly larger than Pam's.
"I work for you," she said.
"Oh, indeed!" J.B. cast an inquiring glance at Jack. It was his turn to blush. For the past few days he had been careful to keep Anna out of the old man's way. He still wanted to get to her first.
"This is Anna Collins, J.B. She just started a couple of days ago."
"Well, well, a successful attempt to make the office a more beautiful place," the old man beamed, not aware of Anna's annoyed reaction.
Hey, you old bastard! she thought. I'm not a piece of furniture. I'm a woman, a person! But on the surface she smiled. Play the game, she told herself. Play it all the way.