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Into the Maelstrom: Part VIII
Carolyn awoke feeling breathless, yet somehow satisfied and
very refreshed.
"My God! What a dream," she said. It was so vivid! She
stayed quiet for a moment, trying to remember the dream's details
before they were forgotten. She must have been in the 'Wizard of
Oz,' because she could distinctly remember a woman's voice
cackling and saying, "I've got you now, my pretty!"
What an odd thing to dream, being molested by the Wicked Witch
of the West!
As she laid there, she sensed a slight breeze blowing across
her body and felt surprisingly cool. With a sinking feeling, she
looked down at herself and groaned. There she was again, in a
condition which was becoming disturbingly familiar for her:
naked, covered in sweat, her vagina quietly pulsating, and her
pubic hairs and inner thighs positively soaked with fluids. Her
suit at least was folded over the couch back, thank God. At
least that was still here.
"I wonder if other girls ever have this problem?" she asked
the room. Lately she repeatedly was waking up naked in strange
places!
"Maybe I should bow to the inevitable and just sleep in the
nude from now on," she thought. "I keep ending up that way."
She disgustedly got up off the couch and went naked over to
the sinks. She took a hand towel from the rack (no paper towels
in this firm's rest rooms!) and, after dampening it thoroughly,
began a quick wash. She looked in the mirror and suddenly froze.
"Oh, hell. Not again!" she moaned as she realized what she
was doing. For the second time in 24 hours, here she was,
completely naked in a rest room! Grabbing her clothes and a few
towels, Carolyn dashed into a stall, locking the door behind her.
"Just what is going on, anyway?" she wondered as she hung up
her clothes on the stall's clothes hook. For thirty years she
had held her body under a tight, absolute control. Suddenly,
everything had changed. Her body was rapidly becoming something
beyond her understanding, something even beyond her control.
What was causing this? Sun spots? A beginning form of sex
madness? Not enough chocolate in her diet?
Oh, my! Since it just started happening to her, perhaps it
had something to do with an early form of menopause? Ugh! What
a thought!
"Let's not get carried away here," she said firmly.
Of course she knew what had happened to her. It was quite
simple, really. She just didn't want to face it, that's all.
She had done the same thing last night at Tamiko's apartment,
dreaming of glowing sex and thinking it was so very real, because
it was what she supposedly really wanted.
It was an idea that Carolyn was not totally sold on, but the
alternative was so unthinkable she just had to believe it! If it
wasn't a dream, then the only other answer was that she had been
actually... actually used by people! Sexually used!
"My, God!" she thought. It scared her just thinking about it.
It had to be a dream, she knew, it just had to! Didn't it?
All the same, she knew she was becoming greatly affected by
people's behavior, always seeing sex where it wasn't. Any kind
of innocent act by someone toward her was now construed by her as
some direct assault on her person. Even people passing her in
the narrow corridors between the cubicles was causing a reaction
within her! Regardless of what or where the handling of her
person occurred, her body would responded almost eagerly to each
presumed touch and caress.
It seemed she couldn't even sit in chairs any more without
risking an uncontrolled climax. And as for any type of medical
examination-- forget it! She shuddered as she remembered what
happened so recently in Ms. Pendergast's office. My, God! The
woman was only trying to help her and she responded sexually to a
simple check-up. No more, she thought, no more check-ups!
The secret knowledge that she enjoyed it was only dimly
recognized by her conscious, the idea was so totally beyond all
her comprehension and upbringing.
The fact that these dreams kept happening disturbed her
greatly. Did this mean that she actually wanted such things to
happen to her, she asked herself as she got dressed again.
"I don't believe it," Carolyn said loudly, to scare away any
chance that it could possibly even partly be true.
Either way, at least this time she had the good sense to
remove her clothes first, although she didn't really remember
doing so.
It was a good thing Tamiko had been able to explain it all to
her, about her strange sex dreams and what they implied.
Otherwise she wouldn't have known what to do! She would
certainly have felt the need to loge a complaint with the firm
about this latest presumed violation of her person. "But against
who, though?" she thought, chuckling. "The Invisible Man?"
Speaking of missing persons, just where were Tamiko and her
clothes, anyway?
After leaving the rest room, Carolyn returned directly to the
sanctuary of her desk. No one can bother me there, she thought
smugly. Should have thought of this before.
When she returned to her corner, Carolyn found a familiar
blond figure seated behind her desk and going through her
drawers. A neat package was laying on the center of her desk.
"Tiffany! What are you doing here?" Carolyn said, a little
breathlessly. The unexpected sight of Tiffany Goodbody had
returned Carolyn to last night and Tiffany's initiation ceremony.
Her knees weak, she had to shake her head to clear her mind of
the torrent of sensual images and sensations which suddenly
flooded her being. Carolyn was shocked to realize that foremost
in her mind was the burning image of a nude Tiffany, draped on a
couch, her firm tanned flesh glowing in the candle light.
"How can the mere sight of this beautiful, empty headed
all-American teenage girl have such an effect on me?" she asked
herself as she went behind her desk to greet her trainee. And to
get her chair back!
"Hi!" said the golden 18-year old girl, as she calmly
continued her inspection of Carolyn's desk. "Tamiko asked me to
give you this package. She said you'd know what it was."
"Thank you," Carolyn said primly, as she eagerly picked up the
package.
Carolyn wasn't very happy about the way Tiffany was going
through her things. That girl had a bad habit of forgetting her
place; but, in her joy at finally being able to be fully dressed
again, Carolyn was willing to overlook it this time.
She opened the bundle and found just her blouse and scarf,
both neatly folded after being cleaned and pressed.
"Where is the rest?" Carolyn asked, careful not to reveal her
extreme disappointment.
"That's all she gave me. Something's missing?"
"Well, yes, as a matter of fact. My... my pa... Well, some of
my clothes aren't here," Carolyn said, blushing at the thought of
her current state of undress. "You know, like my belt and
things. I really need them." She couldn't tell this child that
she didn't have on any underwear at all, and how it felt so
funny, so deliciously naughty going around the office all day
without them.
"Oh. You don't say? Well, I helped Tamiko look for your
stuff this morning and these were all we could find. You had
clothes scattered everywhere, by the way. What were you thinking
of last night, anyway?"
"Uh, last night?" Carolyn hadn't the faintest idea what she
was thinking last night, even the parts she could remember.
"Look, Tiffany," Carolyn said, trying to change the subject,
"you need to get back to Tamiko for me and find out what happened
to my things. I could really use them. A blouse and scarf just
isn't going to be enough!"
"Enough for what?" Tiffany asked mischievously, knowing full
well exactly how Carolyn was dressed today. Everyone else seemed
to be having some fun with this stuck-up Greek bitch today, she
thought. Why couldn't she?
"It's really none of your business," Carolyn replied
nervously. She couldn't know the truth about her clothes, could
she?
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go to the ladies room and
change," Carolyn said as she unfolded her blouse on the desk.
"Oh, you can do that right here," Tiffany said as she stood up
and moved directly in front of the perplexed Carolyn.
Carolyn's jacket buttons seemed to spring open at the touch of
Tiffany's lightening hands. Carolyn and Tiffany were both
startled when they looked down and suddenly discovered Carolyn's
uncovered breasts, nipples hard as bullets, framed by the open
jacket and thrusting proudly into the chilled air of the brightly
lit office.
"Cool!" breathed Tiffany.
"Tiffany! What are you doing?" Carolyn gasped as she spun
around, holding the unbuttoned sides of her jacket closed over
her chest. "Not here! I must go to the ladies room to do this!"
"That's what you think," said Tiffany softly, as Carolyn felt
her hands on her waist. Suddenly there was a sound behind them
and Carolyn felt Tiffany's hands disappear.
She quickly rebuttoned her jacket, then turned around, not
knowing what to expect.
Tiffany had vanished! Instead of seeing the teenager,
standing in front of her desk was the head of the firm, Mr.
Samuel Winston Spencer III, and the firm's most senior partner,
old Mr. Brandon.
"Is this a bad time?" Mr. Spencer asked the flushed Carolyn.
"No, sir. What can I do for you?"
"Please sit down, Miss Lord. There's something we'd like to
discuss in private with you."
"Of course, sir," Carolyn said as she reached for her chair.
"It concerns your preparations for the conference. This is
strictly informal, so take it easy. We can do this another time
if you are busy."
"It's no bother, sir. Perhaps we could go to your office, if
that would be more comfortable for you."
"Nonsense. This is just fine. Now, sit down, Carolyn," he
said, pulling up a chair in front of her desk.
Carolyn sat, but as she pulled her chair up to the desk, she
jumped slightly as the startled Carolyn felt something brush
against her left leg! The silly teenager must have ducked under
and was now located in the knee pocket underneath her desk.
"What the hell could she be doing down there?" the frazzled
Carolyn wondered as she listened with less and less concentration
to Mr. Spencer talk about the conference.
As Spencer continued to talk, Carolyn felt a sharp tug on her
jacket. Casting a quick look down, she saw with horror that a
small pair of hands was unbuttoning her jacket from the bottom
up. Quickly, she rolled her chair closer to the desk, and pulled
out the keyboard shelf, pushing her stomach as far into the shelf
as it would go. "That should stop the stupid bitch!" she hoped.
What else could she do down there?
She tried to kick Tiffany under the desk, but only had her
pumps taken off her feet for her efforts.
Mr. Spencer droned on. Carolyn felt her knees being separated,
and something big moving between her widespread thighs. She felt
fingers move along her upper thighs to her waist underneath her
jacket. When Carolyn felt the fingers start to work on the
fastener of her slacks, she began to become very worried. "She
wouldn't dare open them," thought the furious Carolyn. "Not with
Mr. Spencer right here."
When her waistband was loosened, her confused mind was at a
loss of what to do about it. The two most important individuals
in the firm were right in front of her, and that damn Tiffany
kept playing stupid games with her clothes!
The shocked woman next heard the faint but quick sound of a
zipper being opened. "I don't think they noticed, Thank God!"
she thought. "Still, why are they looking at me that way?"
All thought of her employers' strange behavior fled when
Carolyn felt her slacks slowly being tugged down on both sides of
her hips. "What is she up to this time?" she wondered. "She
can't get them off while I'm sitting on them", she thought
confidently. For insurance, she eased her hands off of the desk
and held onto her slacks.
In Tiffany's efforts to remove Carolyn's slacks, the woman felt
as if her whole body was being dragged under the desk. Carolyn
tried to press her hips as hard as possible into the soft chair
but it wasn't working. Her slacks went up and down as she
engaged in a terrible battle with Tiffany for them. Even with
all her efforts, the despairing Carolyn still felt her slacks
being pulled very slowly but surely down her hips!
Meanwhile, both Mr. Spencer and Mr. Brandon were wondering just
what in hell had gotten into the normally cool and collected Miss
Lord today.
Samuel Spencer was worried about the performance of one of his
star employees on a very crucial day for the firm. She was
obviously nervous as hell about something. Better cut this
foolish talk short and let her relax a bit before the conference.
"Just so long as everyone is ready for the conference, that is
all that matters to me today," he thought. "And to hell with
anything else!"
John Brandon was also concerned, but for different reasons.
His semi-senile mind churned with thoughts of wine, fireplaces,
and bedrooms. Carolyn Lord had showed up to work at the firm
today with those fantastic tits of hers, the ones he had been
fantasizing about for years, practically hanging out. In the
five years that she had been with the firm, never-- but never--
had she ever dressed like that! Now, she was jerking and
squirming like a crazy woman in her seat, making her delectable
breasts do a veritable dance on her barely covered chest.
"I've never seen her so jumpy or her face so flushed," Brandon
thought. It was almost like something was happening to her
underneath the desk.
"Are you all right? You seem a little distracted just now,"
inquired Mr. Spencer politely.
"Oh, yes. I feel quite fine," Carolyn lied as she continued
her secret and silent battle with Tiffany to save her slacks.
"Just concerned about making it all go right for the conference
this afternoon."
"Good. Does your chair need replacing? You seem to be
squirming a lot."
"Sorry. The chair is fine. I am fine. I probably just had a
little too much coffee this morning. Was there anything else?"
"I see. I understand you had an accident coming to work this
morning, which is why you were late. Nothing serious, I trust?"
"Nothing serious at all. Just spilled some tea, that's all.
And here's my blouse, fresh from the cleaners. It was just
delivered not five minutes ago."
"Excellent. I was a little surprised at hearing how you were
dressed today," he said, trying not to stare too obviously at
Carolyn's cleavage. "Especially when you consider how important
this potential client is to us, and how valuable your role will
be in the process today."
"Thank you. I'll do my best."
"Good! I always knew you wouldn't let us down. Ms.
Pendergast was concerned about you for some reason and insisted
that we come back here and have this talk with you," Mr. Spencer
said as he stood up to leave. "Strange. Must be the strain has
gotten everyone a little buggy today."
"That could very well be true, Mr. Spencer. I've been a
little nervous myself, lately."
"I can believe that. Perhaps some pay raises and promotions
spread around the firm will ease the pain a bit, if this works of
course. Especially for you, Miss Lord."
"Oh, my! Thank you!" Carolyn gasped, bringing her hands away
from her hips and placing them on the desk as she raised herself
off of her seat. In her excitement to properly thank Mr.
Spencer, she utterly forgot about Tiffany. Tiffany used the
opportunity to quickly pull the opened slacks further down
Carolyn's hips.
"Oh!" Carolyn gasped, blushing, as she quickly sat back down
again.
"OH!" Carolyn cried again as her vulva came into contact with
Tiffany's right hand, which she had quickly forced down the open
front of Carolyn's slacks.
"No, no. Don't get up," said Spencer as he reached across the
desk to take her right hand in both of his. "I can tell you're
very excited about it, and that's good. I'd like to see a lot
more of that kind of enthusiasm around here."
"Uh... Thank you, Mr. Spencer," Carolyn said a little
breathlessly, as Tiffany worked the middle finger of her right
hand in and out of Carolyn's defenseless pussy.
"Anyway, You're more than welcome. You will have earned it.
Believe me!" he said, releasing her hand.
"Coming, John?"
"No, Sam. I'd like to stay and talk with Miss Lord for a
while, yet."
"Oh, no!" groaned Carolyn to herself. "I can't do anything
with him hanging around!"
"Okay, but try not to be too long. We've got that final talk
with everyone during lunch at the restaurant in 15 minutes."
"Right, Sam. I'll be there."
To Carolyn's considerable alarm, Mr. Brandon settled more
comfortably into his chair, the sure sign of a long stay. As he
started on another of his long but pointless monologues of cases
past, Carolyn was in a quandary. This child under her desk was
touching her, actually touching her! Yet, what could she do to
stop it?
In spite of her confusion, Carolyn noticed that Mr. Brandon
seemed very interested in her cleavage. "Oh my!" she thought.
"That proper old gentleman was trying to look down the top of my
jacket." She knew that by pressing her middle tight against the
desk, it looked like she was offering her cleavage to the old man
like a native sacrifice. But, if she leaned back, Tiffany would
surely unbutton the rest of her jacket. The more he looked at the
increasing preoccupied Miss Lord, the more John Brandon became
fascinated by the buttons of Carolyn's jacket, and what was
behind them. He realized that Carolyn was no longer responding
to his statements. She was instead developing an unusual inward
stare, as if her mind was elsewhere.
"Well," he thought, "it was now or never." While still
talking, he reached over with his right hand to the preoccupied
woman and casually opened her jacket buttons. He then sat back
in his chair and waited for the reaction.
Carolyn was suddenly aware that Mr. Brandon had said or done
something that was important, but she hadn't the faintest idea
what it was. She must concentrate or he will surely think that
she was losing her mind! If only she weren't feeling so melted
inside! She needed desperately to be left alone. All she could
think of was getting her slacks up, ditching Tiffany someplace
and going back to her apartment for a rest and a chance to regain
control of her life.
She still couldn't get away from the feeling that something
was wrong between her and Mr. Brandon. Carolyn looked down and
her mouth opened in shock. Her jacket was open, and her firm
proud breasts were fully exposed to the delighted gaze of Mr.
Brandon. She instinctively rose to run away, but Tiffany quickly
realized her opportunity and pulled on Carolyn's slacks with all
of her might.
With horror, Carolyn knew she was trapped at her desk as her
slacks went down to her ankles. She quickly sat again, the tops
of her thighs resting on the edge of the chair, carelessly
splayed open. She looked on, stupefied, as Mr. Brandon reached
over and pushed her jacket off of her shoulders. He then
lovingly cupped one full breast in each hand.
"Close your mouth, woman. You look silly," Mr. Brandon
quietly said as the old man coolly manipulated both breasts. He
wanted very badly to fuck this highly desirable and previously
untouchable young woman, but at his age some things just weren't
possible!
Carolyn obediently closed her mouth, but otherwise sat frozen.
Her perfect world had spun completely out of control. Her mind
was gone, and she could think of nothing. She was the perfect
subject. She was theirs for the taking.
Tiffany removed Carolyn's slacks and shoes and carelessly
threw them behind her. She saw in the shadow of the desk her
target spread invitingly before her. She moved forward and,
resting on her knees, threw her arms around Carolyn's hips,
lightly digging her nails into the bulging haunches. Her face
was between Carolyn's open thighs, only an inch or so from the
woman's vulnerable cunt. She looked up and saw that both of
Carolyn's breasts were completely exposed and were being held by
a very old pair of male hands. Oh, goody! she thought. Let's
see the snooty Greek bitch talk her way out of this one on
Monday!
Tiffany took a moment to enjoyed the surprisingly intoxicating
scent of Carolyn's womanhood, and then went to work. She had
Carolyn at her mercy and loved it. Tiffany wanted Carolyn to
scream for her forgiveness for being so mean to her ever since
she came to the firm, before she would stop tormenting the proud
bitch. It was perfect. With that old goat getting her from
above and Tiffany getting her from below, Carolyn didn't have a
chance!
Tiffany leaned forward and worked on Carolyn's vulnerable
vulva and clitoris with her mouth.
Tom Phillips came to work late that Saturday, knowing that he
couldn't even start the weekly PC backups until after today's
guests were long gone. The office was very quiet. Everyone was
at a firm-sponsored lunch at the restaurant located on the
building's first floor. Quiet except for a weird low moaning
sound coming from the far corner of the big administrative
section. It was so low, he probably wouldn't have heard it if
there had been any other people around.
Intrigued, he walked quietly along the partition corridor.
The moaning became louder and louder as he neared the corner of
the large room.
"Very interesting," he said softly. That's coming from the
fabled Miss Lord's corner. "I wonder who is using it, and for
what," he thought. He had heard about some unusual things
happening at the firm from time to time, but they had certainly
never happened to him. He reached the end of the corridor and
stopped abruptly.
"Wow!" Tom said softly.
The first thing he saw was his idol Carolyn Lord, seated
behind her desk, her face looking flushed and dazed. Her eyes
were unfocused. Her head was thrown over the seat back, her open
mouth gasping for air. Carolyn's suit jacket was open and she
had nothing on underneath. Old man Brandon was sitting to the
right of the desk, a hand on each of her breasts. Each of them
was totally oblivious to Tom's presence.
Below the desk's modesty panel, Tom saw a pile of clothes and
pair of feet in pink high heels sticking out from underneath the
desk.
Tom noticed that the way Carolyn was jumping in her chair
seemed to indicate that more was going on with her than just
Brandon. He walked towards the back of the desk and was not
surprised to see a tousled blond head rise directly in front of
Carolyn. He heard a brief chortle before the head disappeared
back under the desk.
He returned to the front of the desk and knelt to the floor.
He pulled the pile of loose clothes from under the modesty board
and saw that it consisted of a pair of woman's slacks and shoes.
"Bingo!" he breathed.
He lowered himself full length on the ground and looked
underneath the panel. Under the desk he saw in the shadows a
familiar-looking behind covered in a tight dress belonging to a
woman whose face appeared to be imbedded in Carolyn Lord's naked
crotch. "I'd know that tight behind anywhere," he thought. "It
belongs to that stupid, rich bitch Tiffany Goodbody!" The same
girl who just last week called him, yet again, a "computer geek"
while she turned him down, yet again, for one lousy date!
"Well, now. Let's see who's the geek here, you bitch!" he
thought savagely as he removed his clothes.
The dual manipulation of Carolyn's body continued as, kneeling
in the front of the desk, Tom undid the latch and silently swung
the modesty panel open. He slowly lifted the skirt of the
kneeling Tiffany's dress and placed it as high up her back as he
could. Through her tight, semi-transparent pantyhose he could
clearly see her tight flexing ass cheeks and the dark crevice
in-between.
Carolyn Lord was lost in a sea of sensation. She was helpless
before this dual assault, her feelings of shame sometimes
overwhelming her as she came to realize that she did not want
this to end, even though she was powerless to act. Yet, when her
ravaged mind finally realized that someone else was present in
her corner, she had recovered enough of her wits to realize that
someone was preparing a nasty surprise for her tormentor,
Tiffany.
Tiffany thought she sensed something was going on behind her,
then felt Carolyn's hands in her hair, her thighs tightening
around her head and forgot about it. "Oh, man!" she thought.
"Carolyn's finally getting into the spirit of things."
When Tiffany felt her pantyhose being pulled off her hips and
down her thighs, she tried to back out of the desk. But
Carolyn's hands now held her fiercely by the hair and she
couldn't pull her head away from between Carolyn's tightly
clenched thighs. Tiffany's face was hopelessly trapped, pressed
tightly against Carolyn's steaming crotch.
Tom quickly reached between Tiffany's thighs and found the
teenager's now vulnerable cunt. She was so excited from her
manipulation of Carolyn that he found her pussy very wet.
Tiffany's hips bucked and danced as the distraught teenager tried
to escape the invading digits. She tried to scream her protests
against this unwanted invasion, but Carolyn had her face pressed
so tightly into her crotch that Tiffany was having trouble just
being able to breath.
In spite of her struggles, Tom quickly found Tiffany's erect
clitoris and brought the surprised teenager to immediate orgasm,
her powerful cuntal muscles causing vast amounts of vaginal fluid
to come spewing out. And then he did it again, and yet again.
The exhausted Tiffany finally quit fighting to escape the vice
grip of Carolyn's thighs, and could only kneel under the desk,
gasping for breath between Carolyn's legs as she desperately
prayed for a respite from her unknown assailant.
Tom unzipped the back of Tiffany's dress and unhooked her bra.
Tiffany felt with horror her breasts dangling freely beneath her
as the top of her dress and bra were pushed over her smooth
shoulders and down to the floor.
Carolyn's climax caught her by surprise. Tiffany's struggles
had embedded her nose deep into Carolyn's clasping cunt, while
the non-stop expert manipulation of her exposed breasts by the
firm's eldest member was causing her to reach new heights of
erotic stimulation. Her body lay placid, a comely smile on her
lips as she gasped for breath, while her climax washed over her.
Her eyes closed, Carolyn lay collapsed in her chair as Mr.
Brandon looked upon her with the satisfaction of a job well done.
He politely pulled Carolyn's jacket back over her shoulders and
buttoned it. He kissed her on the forehead, said "Thank you,"
and left, confident that he had finally conquered the impeccable
Miss Lord by fondling her beautiful breasts alone. "Something to
remember," the semi-senile old man thought gleefully, "for my old
age." Not that he would ever tell any of his cronies about it.
Not proper, you know. Besides, which one of them would ever
believe it?
Never noticing the piles of clothing or various heads and feet
extending from underneath Carolyn's desk, the dazed Mr. Brandon
tottered off for his meeting.
After waiting until Mr. Brandon was long gone, Carolyn
released her grip on Tiffany's hair, and quickly moved her chair
away from the desk. Surprised by the sudden lack of support,
Tiffany fell face first onto the carpeted floor, her ass cheeks
waving high in the air behind her. She then started crawling out
from under the desk, thankful that her ordeal was finally over.
As she moved forward, she felt her pantyhose being pulled off of
her legs. "I'll find them in a minute," she thought. "I just
need to get out from under this desk!"
As soon as the naked Tiffany had wearily crawled on all fours
out from under the desk, someone placed their hands around the
tops of her thighs and pulled her backward. But, instead of
falling, she felt her behind pressing up against naked flesh,
with some large object moving between her upper thighs.
"Oh, no!" she cried, as she realized that it could only be a
naked man behind her. She turned her head and finally saw who
her assailant was. "Oh, my God!" she thought. "It was that
computer geek!"
"You can't do this!" she indignantly sputtered.
"Oh, yes, I certainly can, you bitch!" the exultant Tom
thought as he finally began to thoroughly fuck that beautiful
body kneeling before him.
Leaning forward, he grabbed a pert breast in each hand as his
hips started to pound the girl's bouncing buttocks, his cock
going deeper and deeper into the well-lubricated vagina.
Tiffany's young body, already primed by a night of almost endless
sex, quickly began to react to this unwanted assault. Her hips
began moving in relation to Tom's movements, so that each of his
thrusts was met by one of hers. Her tight vagina clasped the
thrusting cock, as if it was reluctant to have it leave the hot,
wet confines of her pulsating cunt.
As Tom's regular buffeting of the teenager's vagina went on
and on, Tiffany totally lost her mind! The fact that she was
being totally stripped, humiliated, and fucked from behind by
someone she didn't even like, didn't matter anymore. In fact, it
all served to excite the golden teenager as she had never been
before! All she could think about now was the glorious cock in
her loins.
Totally joined, their orgasms erupted simultaneously.
Tiffany remained collapsed on the floor, completely spent,
dreaming of wedding gowns and floral arrangements. She was still
kneeling, her breasts mashed beneath her, with sperm and
lubricant streaming down the insides of her thighs. Tom got up,
quietly collected his clothes and Tiffany's underwear, and
departed for the washroom.
Before he left though, he found Carolyn's slacks and shoes and
placed them neatly on her desk.
End Part VIII
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