Wanda sighed and shook her head. Drooping clothes made Wilma's figure look like a sack of cement. And Wilma looked so glum, eyes dull and lifeless like two holes burned in a sheet. "If he goes by good looks, you're in deep shit!" Wanda said.
"I know. And the other girls are all so sexy."
"It would help if you brushed out your hair, put on a little makeup… and I've got a long, slinky red gown you could wear. It's split up one side almost to the hip, and it fits like a thin coat of paint."
"That might help," Wilma said, "but inside it would still be timid, drippy old me."
"And that's a problem," Wanda agreed. "It wouldn't be if you went in my place."
Wanda grinned. She thought it might be fun to pull that kind of switch again, but then she shook her head. "No, we'd never get away with it. I don't know any of the people you work with… I'm not even sure what it is you do."
"I can teach you that," Wilma said desperately.
"I've got a directory with pictures of the whole office staff."
"No, I can't. I – well, I had a little argument with Jack on the phone. If I'm not here when he gets home, he'll be sore as a boil."
"But I can take your place here," Wilma said. "I'm sure I can handle Jack until you get home."
Wanda smiled. The last time Wilma had seen him, Jack was the typical suburban type husband, bored and slumped in his chair, slopping up beer while he watched pro football on TV. That's when Wanda had felt the excitement draining out of the marriage and she had begun to tempt Jack, to fan his smoldering jealousy and stimulate him with all her lusty cunning. Poor Wilma would have no idea how much Jack had changed in those few months. But she was going to find out.
Wanda beamed impulsively. "I'll do it!"
Thoughts of Jack's angry cock ripping savagely into Wilma made Wanda's twat throb with strange and perverse waves of deep-reaching delight.
"Oh, good!" Wilma gasped a great sigh of relief and showed Wanda pictures in her office directory. "That's Fred… Mr. James…"
"Hhhooo," Wanda said, gulping as an obscene pulse beat in her eager cunt. "He's a handsome son of a bitch! I'm really going to enjoy impressing him."
"Er… I hope so," Wilma answered with a nervous little grin.
No doubt Fred James was an attractive, distinguished-looking man, but Wilma had heard rumors whispered at the plant – weird and fearfully exciting things about ropes and chains and a long, braided leather whip.
Wilma grinned and quickly turned the page, thinking that, at last, her lewd sister might get the brutal, stinging punishment her obscene lust deserved.
Fred James stood on the redwood deck at the rear of his luxurious hilltop home, gazing down on the twinkling lights of the city below. He smiled, thinking he'd done pretty well for himself – damn well for a tough kid born and raised on the wrong side of town.
Marrying Victoria Cunningham had given Fred his start. Plump, awkward, insecure Vicky a lard assed bitch he wouldn't have looked at twice except he knew her father owned the largest factory in that part of the state.
The rich young studs Vicky grew up with would have nothing to do with her. Shit, why should they? When you've got the bucks, you can get the best. So Vicky started slumming to get her kicks as soon as she was old enough to drive her own car.
She'd go down the hill from her father's big house to some dingy waterfront bar where sailors, dockhands and hoods all sulked in the smoky gloom – rough, lonely men with lust-crazed cocks who didn't give a shit what she looked like as long as she had money and wanted to fuck.
Vicky loved the power that wealth gave her over them. They worshipped and chased after her like humble fucking sex slaves. All but Fred. He proved to be smarter than mass. He ignored her until she chased after him. Then he dragged her to his place and threw her across the bed.
"I don't give a shit how much loot your old man has," he sneered. "To me you're just another fucking cunt!"
That excited Vicky all the more, but fear took over when she saw Fred's huge cock swollen and straining with wild desire.
Vicky screamed and leaped off the bed, lunging for the door.
Fred snagged her by the hair and threw her back. "You fucking rich whore!" he roared. "You came down here sniffing for cock, and cock is what you're going to get!"
Fred dropped his pants and stood over Vicky's trembling body, leering as he flogged his huge prick with one powerful hand. Vicky scrambled clumsily off the bed and lunged for the door, another scream of terror swelling her quaking tits. Fred silenced her with a vicious backhand slap that sent her sprawling in a heap at his feet.
"Get this straight, cunt… I'm not your fucking puppet! You are mine! When I pull the strings, you dance!" Fred never missed a beat of pounding on his heated cock. All his life Fred had been pushed around, made to bow and scrape by fat bastards with big money. No more. Now it was his turn to push back.
Fred pulled four strands of thin but incredibly strong nylon cord for his coat pocket. They were used by deckhands to secure pallet loads of freight. He also used it when he worked nights as a strong arm collector for an uptown loan shark.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Vicky gasped.
He grinned as he looped one of the strands like a lasso. "I'm going to tie your fat ass to the bed and rape your cunt till it's black and blue!"
"No!" Her wailing cry rattled the walls.
"Shut up, bitch!" He balled up the shorts he'd been wearing all day and stuffed them into her mouth as a gag.
"Fuck!" Vicky winced and squirmed, her mouth suddenly stuffed full. She coughed, half choked by the bitter taste of sweat and the lung searing scent of his shorts. A strip of two-inch tape kept her from spitting out the gag.
"Aarrgh!" Vicky's creamy white tits swelled from the explosive pressure of a scream trapped in her chest.
Fred ripped off her blouse to gaze at her tits, licking his lips while he watched her nipples swell and stiffen from the cold shock of fear.
Fred looped a slender cord around one of her flailing wrists, jerked it above her head and knotted it to the metal frame of the bed. Then he straddled her and felt her fat tits writhe beneath his swaying balls while he struggled to control her other arm.
"Nuugh! Nungh!" She thrashed, bucking like a frantic cow, trying to scream.
Fred laughed and grabbed her other wrist, watching the light of fear shine brightly in her widened eyes. His cock loomed only inches from her chin, long and hard, throbbing with angry lust.
"Uugh!"
He whirled around and sat astride her, facing her feet. Vicky kicked and squirmed, but he had her pinned, sitting on her hairy cunt mound, grinding down with the weight of his ass and the heat of his lust-maddened nuts.
Vicky's mind swirled in fear. She heard her skin and panties being ripped away. She saw the tattered pieces of cloth hit the floor and felt the teasing heat of Fred's swaying balls rub against the shivering crack of her puffy cunt.
"Urggh! Urggh!" she groaned.
Vicky was a virgin. She had never felt or even seen a man's cock before. She'd only teased the others who swarmed after the scent of her wealth, then she left them flat and went home laughing, feeling proud and sure of herself as a woman.
Now the chilling fear of rape filled her tortured mind. Fred caught her thrashing foot and lashed it to the end of the bed. Vicky pulled and felt the bite of the cords binding her arms, but she could not move.
Fred turned back to gaze in her frightened eyes after he'd bound her other foot, smiling as he slowly stroked his giant cock. A lump of heated foreskin skimmed over the bright crimson knob, then he drew it back until his cock stretched and gleamed.
"Hhhugh?" Vicky gasped. The sight of his huge, straining cock sent chills of torment from her brain to her cunt. She squirmed in frantic desperation and felt her seething aunt juices start to flow.