happily drinking and talking shop with a few of the important directors of the firm. It was this neglect that gave the watchful Marko the very chance he had hoped might crop up.
He had singled out the very attractive Brenda Miller from the other wives, and had given Silas his instructions. So it was that far from being neglected and having few dances, Brenda found herself in the company of a charming if ugly and strangely-built, character who told her he was known as Silas, and was employed at the club to make sure everyone had a good time. The persuasive charm of the experience cuntprocurer soon had the comparatively inexperienced Brenda Miller drinking far more than she was accustomed to doing. By the time Tim and his colleagues were partly under the spell of the heady, heavy, smoky atmosphere of the stuffy rooms, and with the drink flowing fast and furious, he was relieved to see that Brenda was having a good time.
Unlike some of the other wives, she was not sitting mooning at the table where the meal had been served; no, Brenda was dancing, she was laughing and having a ball. He felt less guilt at neglecting her for this parley with the important men if she was enjoying herself, even if he did not like the look of the burly beefy character with whom she was dancing.
Brenda normally would have been far from enjoying the type of dancing she was having to indulge in with this apelike man. But with the drink and the intention to have a good time, she let him guide her around the tiny space set aside for their dancing. She even found after a little while that she enjoyed the naughty way one of his ham-like hands had settled over her asscheeks while they danced, and the way he kneaded her responsive flesh. He passed some rather rude but distinctly complimentary remarks about the softness and voluptuous feel of her ass, which she could not help but admit thrilled her in a sensually naughty way. It was while the tempo changed to a slow sultry beat that the lights, already not very brilliant, were dipped even more. During the dance, and hidden by the other dancers around them, Silas took advantage of the dimness of the light to fondle the young woman's lovely tits. When she showed her relish at such petting, he dived his hand down into the low-cut neckline of her cocktail dress and began to rub the nipple through the fabric of her bra. The dance was now a mere excuse for couples to embrace. Brenda hoped Tim could not see how close she was dancing to this horny character. She hoped he would not see the hairy hand thrust down the front of her dress, and it was certainly a blessing that no one could overhear the obscene things that Silas was muttering in her ear as they danced close together and his large face was alongside her hot flushed cheek.
It was while they were dancing slowly around shuffling in each other's arms that Brenda felt another arm on her shoulder. For a moment she went cold, she thought it was her husband suddenly arousing himself from his alcoholic bliss and coming across to give this man dancing with her and petting her a thumping for his pains. Not that she would have liked Tim to get entangled with a man like Silas. Silas was much older but he looked tough, his muscles were just huge and Brenda guessed he knew how to take care of strapping young men who became angry or violent about anything that went on in this sort of establishment… But it was not her husband's arm. It was an oily, grinning Marko alongside them. 'Having a swell time, honey?' he asked quietly, giving her shoulder a squeeze. 'Is my friend here looking after you well?'
'I'm having… a really good time,' she blurted out. 'I haven't felt quite so light-hearted or enjoyed myself more for ages.'
'Good… good… ' Marko saw that this young wife was well boozed although not drunk in the true sense. He put his arm round her slim waist and hugged her. 'I'm giving a little film show for some of my friends and clients from the gambling rooms my dear,' he murmured, in a low intimate whisper, 'If you like I will let Silas take you to see the films. Would you like that, honey?'
They had stopped moving on the floor; already between the two men Brenda was being ushered towards a door covered by a green curtain.
Without saying yes or no she was finding herself in a darkened room just across a narrow hallway from the rooms hired by Tim's firm. In the dark room she heard chucking and wet noises like kissing. A shrill giggle or a gasp filled the air now and again, and Brenda was being pulled down on to Silas' lap as soon as his groping hands had found a chair. She was not sure where Marko went to, she was too preoccupied in trying to grab the fat wrists of Silas as he tried to feel right up her legs.
'You'll ruin my stockings,' she protested quietly, as she tried without much success to keep his hot hands down around her knees. He laughed dryly. 'Don't worry about that, honey, Marko will buy you nylons by the gross,' he retorted as his hands flicked her dress well up her lovely legs.
She wanted to slap his face when she felt his hands at the tops of her nylon hose, she was going to struggle and get off his lap and get out of this stuffy dark room… but as his hot hands slid on to the bare flesh of her thighs above her stockings she felt a tremor of sensual excitement race through her. No one could see what was happening, no one knew she was in here with this man. If she was missed from the other rooms, Tim would think she had gone to the cloakroom, he would never know she was in this little room astride a strange man's lap, with the stranger's hands up to the tops of her legs. A few yards ahead a flickering light illuminated a screen hung on the wall. Brenda pulled her dress down so that the hands of Silas would not be so noticeable up at her thighs. She was glad she had pulled her clothing over his hands to hide what he was doing, for now he was getting more bold… his hands had reached the edge of her panties…
Brenda Miller had read many times about clubs where blue films were shown. In one certain Sunday newspaper quite a feature had been made about the extent of this depravity; but of course she had never seen a dirty film before, or thought she would ever get the opportunity. On to the screen came the title 'HOUSEWIFE LOVING.' The flickering had grown less now and the film seemed much clearer. The first shots showed a pretty woman at her dressing table. The camera moved at various angles, and Brenda saw the woman was about her own age. She was in a negligee and a nightie, and a low murmur filled the stuffy room when it was seen that she stripped off the clothing and stood before the mirror admiring herself. She quickly put on her negligee again when it appeared that someone was at the front door. A man dressed as a milkman — С it was clearly Silas — С was at the front door. A few seconds of chatter, and the hefty man was carrying the flimsilyСattired female back to her bedroom.
It was enthralling for Brenda to see the woman on the screen trying to fight off the attentions of Silas, while Silas was, in person, feeling up her own legs. The woman on the film was a good actress or else she really was afraid of the hefty man, for Brenda saw her putting up a good fight before at last she was forced to give in and lie stretched out on the bed. Brenda could hardly believe her eyes when the camera moved in for a really careful close-up of Silas opening his fly and getting out his immense penis. Brenda had never known any man could have such a thick whopper as the one being shown in close-up on the screen. She felt even more aroused and excited at the thought that she was on the lap of the possessor of that great prick.
When the 'milkman' began to use his sexual equipment in the way that nature intended, the close-up shots showed the pleasure the woman was now experiencing, after her fear, and Brenda could see that the woman was not acting now, even if she had been before.
Brenda felt a lot of fumbling going on under her asscheeks and quickly guessed what Silas was doing. He had opened his trouser-front, he was maneuvering her on his lap, lifting her skirt at the back. On the screen the camera seemed to be fixed on the face of the woman, her facial contracting and contortions, her wild expressions of lust, the intense pleasure she was getting from the union of her cunt with that gigantic cock was there in great detail for all to see. Brenda found herself almost wishing she was that woman… almost… she felt the hot breath in her ear, then the hoarse whispered voice of Silas, 'Bend forward and lift up a little honey,' he was murmuring. 'And I'll give it to you.'
She knew what he meant, knew what he was suggesting. 'No… please… oh no… I can't let you go as far as that,' she managed to mumble to him at the same time trying to resist the way he was pushing her hips upwards to allow that huge shaft of his penis to weave upwards from where her ass-cheeks squashed it down to its unnatural position.
'Don't be silly, you want a good fuck,' it was not Silas speaking to her now, she realized the voice came from the kneeling Marko beside the chair. In the darkness she had not known he was there, now he was getting his hands up her dress, he had his fingers clawing at her panties trying to get them down, whilst the strong arms of Silas eased her off his lap and made the removal of her panties easier for his boss.
Suddenly it was not only the hands of Marko up her legs, it was his large head as well. Her dress front bulged as he somehow leaned across her knee and got his face right up to the tops of her thighs. Silas kept his arms about her so that she could not get up, and with her panties down to her stretched-apart knees, Marko was actually licking at her crotch.
