need the extra money.'
'Yes, Mr. Kazarra.'
'What with prices going up you'll need more money this year.'
'I could use more.'
'Holly,' Frank said, watching the face of his secretary, 'I've been thinking for some time about a small change in our Wednesday fucking.'
'You don't want me to suck that thing-oh, no!'
'No, Holly. Not that.'
'Then what else is there, Mr. Kazarra?'
'I'll give you a thousand dollars, Holly. Imagine the vacation you can have on a thousand dollars!'
'I could have the best I've ever-where's the catch?'
'Holly, I've got a thing about fucking you in the ass!'
'Oh, no, Mr. Kazarra-not that!'
'That or no money.'
'Not even the five hundred?' Holly pleaded.
'Not even the five hundred.' Frank sat back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.
Holly placed her hands on the desk. 'Why don't you fuck that black girl you told me about screwing once a month-for rent money, no less!'
'Niggerbabies don't go for ass fucking.'
'Why my ass, Mr. Kazarra? Why don't you get that woman you're so crazy about? The one who lives on your floor-that Thorne woman!'
'She's special, Holly.'
'But why my ass?'
'Because you're the one I want to ass fuck!'
'Please, Mr. Kazarra!'
'Come here, Holly.'
Holly Martin obeyed her boss. She walked to his chair looking crestfallen.
'Turn around,' Frank ordered.
Holly turned and Frank lifted her skirt and said, 'Bend over.'
'Mr. Kazarra!' Holly said.
'Bend!'
Holly was almost in tears as she bent over the desk again. Frank quickly pushed his finger into Holly's puckered hole. When she tried to get away he held her around the waist and finger-fucked the opening that had never been used sexually.
When Holly quieted down Frank asked, 'How do you like it?'
'Oh, Mr. Kazarra. I don't like it and will you please take your finger out!'
'Not until you say I can fuck it!'
'You would kill me! You really would, Mr. Kazarra.'
'Nonsense, Holly. I'd go as easy with your ass as I do with your cunt. You can grease my prick with lots of Vaseline and I'll grease your ass. It will go in easy that way. Besides I promise to put in only what you can take. Okay?'
'It's such a chance, Mr. Kazarra!'
'Holly,' Frank said as he continued to finger-fuck the hole, 'I'm so set on fucking it-I've been lusting for it for months!'
Holly began to groan softly.
'See,' Frank said. 'You like it!'
'Oh, Mr. Kazarra-your finger is so little compared to your cock!'
'I told you I'd go easy.' Frank relentlessly pushed his finger into Holly's asshole. Then to make it worse he inserted another finger into her cunt!
Holly now spread her legs and said, 'Keep doing it, Mr. Kazarra-you're going to make me come again!'
Frank stopped. 'I won't until you say I can put my cock where my finger is.'
'Oh, Mr. Kazarra, it's beginning to feel sensational! Please do it more!'
'Do I fuck your ass?'
'Yes, oh, yes! Do it!'
Frank finger-fucked Holly's asshole and cunt until her very beautiful ball of fire sent shivers over her body again. 'Oh, you dirty Italian pig!' she cried and shivered as if a wave of cold air had hit her.
'You won't go back on your word, Holly?' Frank asked. He wiped his finger with a tissue and stood up.
'Promise me you will put in only what I can take?'
'I promise, Holly.'
'When do you want to do it that way?'
'Next Wednesday.'
'All right.' Holly adjusted her skirt. 'You said a thousand?'
'Of course.'
Holly laughed. 'I'll take it!'
Frank started to walk toward the office bathroom. He turned and said, 'Have a good vacation, Holly.'
'I will, Mr. Kazarra, if your cock doesn't send me to the hospital!'
'Don't worry about that-we'll do it easy,' Frank went to the bathroom door. When he opened it he said, 'Take the rest of the day off, Holly. Let your husband suck my come off your twat before it dries.'
'Oh, Mr. Kazarra-tonight he'll even suck my ass!'
'Don't forget your cunt, Holly.'
'Jim would never neglect that! I told you he's the best cuntlapper in the world!'
'Amen!' Frank said just before he disappeared into the bathroom.
So with her cheeks rosy and every strand of hair still in place, Holly Martin went home to her husband.
Chapter 11
Alone in her apartment waiting for Keith, Bettina was surprised to find that she was excited by the fact that she was going to suck a virgin prick.
Had she ever? She doubted the fact. Most boys like Keith were hung up on sex, and the percentage was too high to believe that many were running around who had never stuck their dicks into a girl's twat. Sex was too openly used these days to find a virgin of the male gender.
Tonight would be sensational for Keith because she would make it so-but had he ever had his cock sucked? Her thoughts were alive as she paraded alone in her apartment wearing nothing but a pair of white ballet slippers.
When the chimes finally rang she looked through the little spy glass in the door to make sure Keith was there. She wanted to shock him and she succeeded. Keith's mouth seemed to fall open as he saw the naked vision.
Bettina had to draw him quickly into the hallway; he seemed not only speechless but also immobile. She closed the door and locked it. Turning to Keith she said as she raised her arms upward, 'Kiss my tits!'
With trembling eagerness Keith kissed first one red nipple and then the other. Bettina's breasts were beauties with a deep pink areola circling each red papilla.
'Now suck on them,' Bettina ordered.
In her nakedness, with her arms raised, she was superb. She had the short trunk and long legs of the professional dancer. Her flesh was, for a redhead, flawless. A pinkish glow seemed to shine through the skin, making the flesh as sweet as a baby's.
The raised arms gave erotic impact to her breasts as Keith continued to suck on the swollen tidbits. A picture came to his mind: he could see the famous starlet singing into a microphone. Her left arm had been raised in the same way Bettina's was now. Then he had imagined himself licking her armpit with the flat of his tongue. He had
