All She Wanted
(M+/F, seduction, size, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

The girl stood straight as an arrow and trembling before the Personnel Director of the large corporation in his luxurious private office. Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse while her soft, weak mouth quivered, and tears formed in her eyes.

"I didn't expect this," she quavered.

He threw her blouse back over smooth, young shoulders.

"What did you expect? This is New York, not the middle of Iowa. A dozen girls want this job in Personnel. Some are better looking than you."

He didn't tell her that none exuded the sexuality of this girl. She was good-looking enough, but there was something extremely vulnerable about her, her soft skin, the way her clothes clung to her rounded body, the haunted apprehensive look in her eyes as if she expected strong male hands to seize her any moment. Her stance, her walk, her awareness of her silken, feminine body told the world she was a creature of rare sexuality and knew it. She probably hated it, but there it was.

Sydney Martin ran his hands down the slope of her nude back, the sweep only broken by her thin bra strap. He ran his hands up the front of her torso, smooth, velvety, warm. He had to catch his breath. She was as luscious as hot maple syrup from his native Vermont.

The girl looked white-faced, almost sick.

"I don't think I want a job where I have to do... things like this," she wailed.

"Then you can't have the job," he said shortly. He stepped back, still breathing heavily.

It was the same old problem for him. Sydney Martin couldn't get laid in a whore house, people said. He was a high-powered executive, but lacked the personal touch with women. Worse, his wife had left him a few days before and he was high with a throbbing need for sex.

The girl fumbled ineffectually with her opened blouse.

"Can't we talk... figure out something, please?"

She needed this job desperately. She'd been harassed and eventually fucked, or fought off attempts, in her last three jobs. She just wasn't up to coping with New York wolves. Coming from a small town in Pennsylvania, where everything was staid and proper, she was much too soft, slow, desirous to please.

"I just want you to be a little friendly!" cried Sydney in agony.

"If you didn't... didn't want too much." she ventured.

He wanted it all. Everybody in the whole frigging corporation was getting it all. The other executives were laying secretaries, chasing girl accountants, and fucking the brains out of the messenger girls in the huge Domino Corporation skyscraper. Reports filtered into Personnel from the fourth to the eightieth floor of sex activities. Rumors, whispers, and even outright complaints, mostly from the girls, inundated his office. And he, Sydney Martin, couldn't make it.

Today was the last straw. A glorious vision of femininity had appeared in the board room to instruct the top men of Domino on the use of their new computer. At the morning lecture Sydney had gone almost out of his mind, sitting there and staring at the young woman sent by the computer company. She wore some kind of a silver jumpsuit that encased a body of fabulous proportions. Her platinum blonde hair, green eyes and beautiful face transfixed the whole room. The other men were entranced. Sydney Martin was crazed. Leaving that lecture, he swore to himself he was going to get some of the rich sex floating around Domino or be thrown in jail. Then late in the afternoon this girl, Leaf, with her good looks and obvious sexuality, showed up for an interview.

Obviously he could never make it with a hotshot like the computer girl in the silver jumpsuit, but Leaf was a different matter.

This time he wasn't going to be put off. He stepped up to Leaf and undid her bra. She stood there trembling with her eyes closed. He thrilled with his triumph. Once again he caressed her soft flesh and this time undid her bra. His cock became hard as he pulled the bra aside. The kid was not going to scream or fight him or run out of the office. It was a shame to use his power like this, but HE HAD TO HAVE GIRL MEAT!

"JUST A L-LITTLE LOVING," he mumbled. "WE DON'T HAVE TO TEAR UP THE CARPETS. AHHHHH."

He ran his hands up the smooth torso and cupped the first naked breasts he'd touched that didn't belong to his wife. Fiery rushes of pleasure seized him. Leaf's breasts were good... nothing like those marvels of the computer girl... but meaty, well-shaped and sexy. She gasped as those hot hands sought her ivory lovelies. Mr. Martin didn't know it, but she couldn't resist when she was fondled by men. Once they started to stroke her, it was as if her body no longer belonged to her. Already his blunt attack on her tits made her cunt swell and flow. She was afraid he would screw her right in his office, right at his desk, and she didn't even have the job yet.

"MR. MARTIN... I... I CAN'T ALLOW THIS. OH, OH," she sighed.

"You've got to," he snarled, covering his own fear and shock at his own boldness.

Oh, her young tits did feel good! The firm, hot flesh burned into his palms. He began to kiss her around the neck and throat.

"YOU HAVEN'T... EVEN HIRED ME!" she gasped.

"Oh, you'll get the job."

He dug his mouth on her sensuous mouth, forcing his tongue inside against her futile resistance. They sucked together in the grasp of erotic contact. He scoured her mouth with his tongue, sucking her hot saliva. Her heart pounded. It felt like her breasts were swelling to those hot, kneading hands. He was going to conquer her, take her and use her, she knew, and she moaned her despair. She hated men, and yet her luscious body set them on fire and made them use her against her will. His hands crept down to her asscheeks as he forced her unwilling belly to rub his steely erection in his pants. The feel of his pulsating cock made her become wet between her legs. Her slippery little cunt was going to get thoroughly jazzed again. If only she could stop him.

"I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU," he told her, his voice thick with torrid sex desire. It was magnificent to sex up this crazy little piece after the long dry spell. For the first time in weeks he felt magnificent.

Her eyes looked a little dazed now, and her mouth was wet on the outside from his saliva, looking fussed and hard-kissed. The vein in her throat throbbed in sexual excitement.

"NO, NO I DON'T WANT." she begged, trying to struggle.

Her weak resistance heaped flames on his hot male fires. He bent her torso back and began to eat her nipples, sucking the hard tips into his mouth, crushing them with his tongue, ingesting smooth breast flesh into his mouth. He felt her quiver in hot response.

"OH, MY BREASTS. I... YOU... AHHHH," she sighed.

Her taut young belly began to ride on his cock in spite of her protests. She was the most fuckable girl he'd ever touched and it was going to be a wild, hot time reaming out her helpless cunt. She moaned now, her protests swinging toward desire. The little bitch was heated up. He'd hire her all right... and fuck her every day!

There were obscene sounds in the staid, dignified office of his mouth sucking her breasts, the sexy sound of her moans and his soft gasps of pleasure. He dug his hands into her firm asscheeks, thrilling. She had ass, she had cunt, and she had tits. She was a luscious little whore who didn't understand her trade, his discovery and his conquest. Maybe he'd even take her home tonight and ream her all night long. After months of wife trouble and celibacy, Sydney had struck paydirt.

His hotline rang, the red telephone from the president's office. At that it flashed three times and she had to tell him. 

"You... your red phone... there's a flashing light."

Reluctantly he released the girl.

"Get your ass up here, Martin. You're late."

"Up where... sir?" He was still dizzy with the sex.

"The computer lecture, you dumb bell. You've got a big stake in our new computer. I'm paying a fortune to have this woman expert lecture you men twice a day so we can use it."

Sydney had completely forgotten about the evening lecture.

"Oh, yes, sir. I... I... just have a few more minutes work here."

"NOW, SYD, GODDAMIT! THE LECTURE'S STARTED. I want your ass up here in sixty seconds."

The old man was like that. He rode you hard. Sydney almost died. He looked at the girl. She was already struggling to put her bra back on.

"You wait for me, honey, right here in my office," he told her. "The president wants me for an hour. I'll be back."

"I don't want the job, Mr. Martin. Forget it," said Leaf. The interruption had allowed her to regain control of her sexed-up body. She went swiftly to the door. "Thanks... thanks for the interview."

She was going, leaving Sydney aching in frustration and sunk into despair. The one good shot at sex he was likely to have. He'd never interviewed a girl who was so available, even if she didn't know it.

"Wait! Come back." he begged.

"No, noo." Her voice faded as she plunged out of his office, still dressing. Well, that didn't matter, everyone was gone for the day. But he was fucked, screwed, shot down in flames. As usual, Sydney Martin had been cheated out of sex, even when his cock was practically in the girl's cunt. He wanted to weep, but instead cursed viciously as he went up to the board room and the computer lecture . . .

Once in the boardroom with the other executives, Sydney found that his punishment was severe. It was not at the hands of the Old Man, who merely glared at him. It was in having to sit right up front, the only vacant chair left, a few feet away from the most luscious female he'd ever seen in New York. His nervous system was high with erotic desire. His cock had softened only slightly on the ride up the elevator. Now it came back to full erection as he sat only a few feet away from the computer tutor in the silver jumpsuit. He groaned silently as he grabbed papers to cover the bump in his pants and tried to keep his eyes off the fantastic sex package in front of him.

It was no use. Crystal Locke, the computer expert, had certainly been built for other purposes than discussing brain machines. She had long, platinum blonde hair. She had a long, elegant body with a symphony of curves. Her skin had a delicate ivory translucence. Her well-shaped face belonged in a fashion magazine, with a high forehead, entrancing cheek hollows, luminous green eyes, clear and direct, a small nose and a curving mouth that magnetized his lips with frenzied desire to kiss her.

Her jumpsuit looked like satin, although it was actually a crepe de chine, which was more form-fitting while just as glossy. The blouse opened in a deep V that went almost to her waist. Her breasts were near-melon size, exquisitely full... and fully half of each one tried to burst out of the V neck. Only a slim half bra protected the underside of those incredible globes and her nipples. As she moved, it looked like one of her pink nipples was going to jump into full view as her twins jiggled in the fervor of her lecture. All the men in the room kept watching those elegant beauties.

The cloth of that svelte suit pressed a flat belly and graceful thighs, and suggested that her unclad figure was a heart-stopper for any male.

Sydney's eyes fixed on her nubile, moving body, and especially on her breasts. Her words, emerging in smooth, syrupy tones, went inside his head and dropped to oblivion.

"Magnetic core memory; five bit words; input-output hardware; intermediate retrieval; nanosecond access; VTR visual displays; hi- speed paper tapes; logic ladders; near-infinite storage; unitized components for fast repair; self-correcting trouble scans."

The Domino Corporation had tired of its older computers and the high costs of buying out computer services. This time it had gone all the way and bought one of the newest and best computers in the world: the Avery-Cascade 1100. It had taken months to install and now it had a whole floor of its own in the Domino skyscraper. Now it was time for the various department heads to put it to work, and Crystal Locke was there telling them what it could do.

It seemed to Sydney Martin it could do everything in the world... except relieve his aching hardon. The gorgeous female could do that, but he knew that a fantastic woman of quality like Crystal was far beyond his reach. She wore a ring and was probably married to a brain surgeon or a young, hotshot Wall Street millionaire. And he had to sit there three feet from her, hard as a rock, and suffer. Now he deeply regretted his dalliance with Leaf in his office. She'd left him so high and hot that he couldn't take in a word of the lecture while his erotic desires were teased unmercifully. Sydney became aware that he was not the only one entranced more by the girl than the lecture. As she moved between the blackboard, her notes on the desk and her demonstration miniature of the A-C 1100, every eye among the seven men in the room fixed on her bosom. Even the Old Man burned his gimlet eyes on that succulent white flesh. Her movements were vigorous, and at some point one or both of her nipples HAD to pop out of her half bra!

"Did you have a question, sir?" came that smooth voice.

Crystal stepped forward and leaned over. Those fabulous breasts seemed to come right up to Sydney's face as he sat out in front of the others. He felt dizzy and his cock stretched even harder in his pants. Reluctantly he tore his eyes away from the firm globes and found himself staring into bright green eyes so big he felt he would tip forward and fall into them forever. Then her eyes lowered and he knew she saw his hardon in his pants, his covering papers having shifted. He blushed a fiery red.

"MARTIN, THE LADY ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" thundered the president.

"Those breasts... so white and." Sydney rattled out in a loud voice... startled from his reverie. Then, as the room rocked with shocked laughter, he tried to correct himself. "I mean the rest of the white area... up there." It was no use. Everyone in the room knew where his mind had actually been.

Crystal laughed good-naturedly with the rest of the executives.

"I think I've thrown enough detail at you gentlemen for one day," she said easily. "The 1100 will automate your payroll, personnel records, inventories, billings, collections, technical data, reports from the field, and just about anything else you want to dump into its incredible memory. Fast access output hardware brings the information to your desks instantaneously, and." she smiled at the president...  "you may even have enough computer time left over to sell to outside companies and reduce the cost of buying it. Gentlemen, I thank you."

She made a slight bow and at that moment the golden accident occurred. Her left breast jiggled and her big, pink nipple popped right out of the half bra into plain view. An electric shock surged through the men. For two precious seconds they were able to gaze at the bold, pink glory of her femininity. It was Crystal Locke's turn to blush, look confused, and quickly ease her sexy pink tip back into its tight case. An enormous sigh went around the room. What they'd waited for all during the lecture had finally happened!

Sydney Martin got out of the room as fast as he could. He'd managed to stay hard all the time he'd been there, and he badly wanted to end the agony. Behind him, the men clustered about the white-haired young woman, and he guessed that she'd get more than one direct or indirect invitation to drinks and dinner. Not every man in Domino had a sex thing going, but sometimes it seemed like it. The president himself, so it was rumored... oh, the hell with it.

Back in his lonely office, Sydney crumpled behind his desk and put his head into his arms. The other girl was gone, of course, long gone. It served him right for being so rough on the poor kid. His only defense was his gnawing need for sex... but it was adequate punishment to have had to sit in front of the silken Crystal and suffer. There was nothing ahead of him for tonight, or any other night, except a plastic dinner at a fast food place and an empty evening in his big apartment, with his wife and kids gone.

Oh, sure, there were plenty of prostitutes in New York, but that kind of love had never appealed to him.

There was a soft knock on his door.

"Come in," said Sydney without curiosity. It was late. One of the cleaning women was due.

The door opened... and Crystal Locke came in... alone. She carried a small briefcase in one hand. Sydney stared at her in surprise and awe. She marched across his rug to his desk, it seemed like a mile, that silken beauty getting closer and closer, her breasts jiggling and a big smile on her face. Those green eyes shone like lamps.

Sydney jumped to his feet.

"l-uh-did you want to see ME?"

"I sure did, Mr. Martin," she said.

She laid her briefcase carefully on his desk. Then she came around the desk to stand close to him. Her body in that gorgeous, soft and glittering jumpsuit held his eyes, and now he felt her body heat as she stood next to him. He also smelled her fragrance.

"I seem to have created a disturbance in your groin," she said with a smile.

His cock had already started to harden again in his pants as he watched her walk across the thick carpet. As she stood beside him, his desires, smoldering from before, began to burst into flame.

"I... you noticed that?" he squeaked.

She took his hand.

"You sit on the desk, I'll take your chair," she said.

Puzzled, excited and delighted, he obediently rose and sat on the edge of his big desk facing her, while she eased into his swivel chair. She reached forward and undid his zipper. Warm, elegant fingers dipped inside of his shorts to bring forth his cock. He just sat there, paralyzed with surprise and joy.

His swollen sex meat stiffened immediately, thickening, growing, straining as she gently joggled it with her soft hand, smiling up into his face. He went dizzy with delight and desire, staring down on this luscious beauty he'd thought was miles beyond his reach. There was the beautiful face with those fabulous eyes and soft cheeks, the long platinum blonde hair, the magnificent tits straining to get out of her half bra. Glittering in silver as she sat in his dark swivel chair, she seemed like a vision from another planet.

"In each firm that I teach executives, I make one special friend," she explained.

"You... chose me?" he squeaked.

Her answer was to lean forward and suck his hard cock into her sensuous mouth, past snake-curving lips. With a shock of huge joy, he felt the heat of her mouth, the sexy wetness and the tight pressure of her cocksuck. He thrilled up and down his backbone, from his feet to his head.

"You can see I chose you, Mr. Martin... Sydney," she said softly.

He wanted to ask why, blurting out a long string of questions. He also wanted to get his prick thoroughly and deliciously sucked as she was doing and was afraid to say or do anything that would break the spell.

"I... I... guess my hardon t-told you I was interested," he said.

"It helped."

She didn't tell him he was the only possible choice among the Domino executives. Crystal Locke was an extremely intelligent young woman for her twenty-nine years, and a large part of that intellect believed in letting her body take over in personal matters. Her cunt had practically juiced on the first day that she saw Sydney. Her body told her that this was the prick she had to have, so she was delighted to discover that Sydney had home problems and that his wife had left him, information she got from discreet inquiries. It was a shame that he had personal problems, but it fit into her desire to befriend him.

His cock was slightly larger than average, and just now she had given it the maximum hardon. Big purple veins fed hot blood into the muscular tissue, locking it so hard that it quivered. Paper thin skin moved sexily over the rigid muscle. The mushroom head of his stabber was a light purple from congested desire. There were a few gray hairs in his pubic thatch. His round, tight balls were smooth with congestion, a boiling male reservoir, surging to be plucked.

The result of handling all that hot male sexuality was to turn her on like fury. Despite her big city sophistication, Crystal was an elemental woman. The transfer of that boiling semen through a straining, sexed up cock into her body was the most delicious human act she could think of.

She ran a finger up his shaft and rimmed the fluted edge with a wet, pink tongue. Sydney cried softly in pleasure and his big root throbbed.

"Why did your wife leave you, Sydney?"

"She... I... we... it was a women's lib thing," he said.

"She wanted lots of... uh... cunnilingus and it took me an hour to get her off. Then we could have sex, but in an hour of sucking her box, I got irritable."

She released his cock and stood up. She undid her blouse. It came off white, smooth shoulders to reveal her magnificent torso and those incredible breasts, restrained now only by the half bra. The delights went on. She slid out of her pants, revealing a tight V, clutched by bikini panties, and exquisite thighs and ankles. He almost came just looking at all the gorgeous nudity.

"Could you suck me, Sydney?"

"Anything... anything." he murmured.

They changed positions, he sitting in his chair, she sitting on the edge of the desk facing him, legs spread. She slipped out of her panties. With a cry of eagerness, he plunged his head forward to burrow his tongue into the innocent pink cunt surrounded by the glossy platinum pubic hairs. He felt he could suck this sex goddess for a century.

His wife had trained him, no question. That expert tongue reaming into Crystal's hot, sensitive channel, almost took the top of her head off. Her clitoris seemed to leap up to find his sliding wet tongue.

"AHHHH, OOOHHHH," she gasped, as she gripped his head in utter delight.

She strained up against his face, running her hands through his thick, curly hair. Except in his job, Sydney was a bumbler, an innocent. She needed an innocent, hard-pricked man! They were precious gems, few and far in between, capable of turning her into a gibbering idiot. Massive thrills tore through her belly, making all her pleasure nerves sing.

"UH, UH, UH," she sighed as she worked off three or four luscious undulations on his mouth and tongue. She was already white hot. She locked her soft thighs tight around his head and experienced deep belly thrills that almost made her faint.

But she wanted much more than tonguing from him. Reluctantly she pulled his head up and made him stand up as she slid off the desk. She undid her bra. Her large, taut breasts fell free, jiggling from tension.

He needed no special invitation. His eyes grew big, his heart pumped fast, as he faced those fantastic girl globes, free and naked. With a cry of triumph he went for them, kneading one and sucking the flint- hard nipple of the other.

Her body went back and she had to gasp at the rocking thrills of joy she got from the attack on those sensitive sex parts.

"OH, SYDNEY. GREAT HEAV-VENS! MY TITS... ON F-F-FIRE!" she cried.

They clung in passionate lock, her hand jogging his prick, his mouth and hands using her breasts with furious hunger. His cock throbbed dangerously while her cunt juiced with ecstatic new honies.

As the first thrill died, she took his hand and led him around the desk.

"YOU... YOUR RUG LOOKS THICK, SOFT, INVITING," she said.

Excited and very high, but puzzled, he followed her. She was kind of strange, giving him only a few sucks of his cock, then taking only a few reams of his tongue, and finally accepting only a brief period of breast love. In fact, if his hard cock and tortured desire had not binded him, he would've been asking all sorts of questions. All he could think of, instead, was "WE'RE GOING TO DO IT!"

"Right here... on the rug?" he asked as she stopped in the middle of the floor.

"Right here on the rug," she said. She went down gracefully, arranging herself, nude and supple at his feet.

He stripped down rapidly. "The door."

"I've already locked it."

"The cleaning women."

"I stopped at your secretary's desk, printed a sign, put it on the door. Do not disturb."

He sank to his knees, staring at his feast in wonder.

"You," he said, "are the most fantastic woman I ever met."

"No, Sydney," she said. "You are the most underrated man in Domino, but you can come into your own if you want."

All he wanted in the entire world right now was to sink his prick up her delectable fuck channel. She spread her legs and arched her belly, and he went sliding into her saddle. His prick notched the opening of her cunt. He closed his eyes, still not believing that all these wonders had actually happened. He shoved. It was absolute heaven. His eager prick violated a tight, pink cunt and slid into her sex chamber, riding on sweet girl oils. He surged deep into her body, his cock thrilled by her interior body heat, the tight grip of her sex organ, and her quivers of being taken.

"OHHH, SYDNEY," she cried.

"INNN... CRED... IBULLL," he sang in rapture.

Sydney looked down on her white, naked body and got the most exquisite thrill of his entire sex life. This fabulous beauty felt his prick, relished his prick, was taken by his prick... and she loved it. He'd never had such an elegant woman, but she seemed just as love-struck by him as he was by her. There was a sheen of moisture on her face and body. Her sex blush of excitement went clear down to those smooth, rounded shoulders. Her nipples locked tight for him and her loins moved in avid hunger for his restless cock. Her beautiful face looked dazed, contented, happy, expressing the enslavement of her luscious sexiness to his cock.

"AH, CRYSTAL, NEVER-NEVER... SO FABULOUS... OH, BABY, I LOVE IT!" he cried, beginning to drill her in full male confidence and ecstasy.

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she whispered. "I WANT IT DEEP AND HARD!"

Crystal wanted to weep in her relief and joy at having this sex. Despite her beauty and obvious sexuality it was almost impossible for her to fulfill the deep needs of her erotic nature with most of the men she'd met in New York. The executives she worked with, the younger ones, were slick, hard and self-involved. Their cocks used cunts like Kleenex, to be spurted into once and discarded.

For her there was also a deeper, greater danger... the gray sordid walls of some prison, eternally waiting for her in the shadows. Her work for A-C II 00 could save her... but any one of the fast talking, quick thinking executives that she moved among could also penetrate her secret and destroy her.

Sydney was safe. Sydney was open, innocent, lust-crazed manhood. His cock, furiously stroking her to hot heaven, was twice as precious as that of his wolf-like president, who'd also made passes, or the other executives of Domino.

She'd realized that she must act fast and give herself totally if she were to enjoy Sydney Martin as her lover.

Now she gave herself up to the pure ecstasy of the lovemaking. She shifted under him to receive the hot drive of his piercing manhood in this blissful pocket of time when she was loved and SAFE!

Eyes glazed with the sweetness of the friction in her cunt, Sydney came forward to suckle once more on her magnificent breasts. She felt his eagerness and wonder at enjoying her beauties and the thrills that rushed down her body added flames to her fires that already burned so hotly.

"YOU ARE... SOOOO BUILT!" he gasped between sucks.

"EAT THEM, SYDNEY. TAKE THEM... THEY'RE YOURS. OH, OH, OH."

Riding on his fabulous hunger, she sank into the miracle of the sex world, luscious female giving her all, opening her intimate body passage and her soul to the taking by the male. Soft thigh muscles strained as she worked her belly against his maddening, determined cock strokes. Her asscheeks tensed and she gasped and grunted at the fierce ardor that drove her toward her own bitch madness.

"OH, YOU'RE FUCKING ME SOOO GOOD," she cried. "I FEEL IT... DEEP... DRIVING ME CRAZEEE."

"UH, UH, UH."

He felt her yielding to him and his plunging cock, and that inspired him to ream her faster. She cried out in wild lust, joy beginning to rock and whine in her sweet bitch distress.

"FUCKED. FUCKED," she cried in wonder.

All through her body the power of the sex organized her, opened her, whipped her to plunging fury to suck that cock deep into her body and milk it. She quivered and twisted... and then she glided upward in the overpowering ecstasy of orgasm.

"SYDNEY... IT'S CUMMIIIIIING!" she cried.

She had paid him the last and the greatest compliment. Her divine body had succumbed to his prick before it had harvested his own hot-sealed sex reservoir. Maddened with pleasure, she surged up against him and locked in the exquisite stillness of pre-orgasmic pleasure, going faint as her body processes raped her of all voluntary motions. At this climactic moment, Sydney released her breasts and plunged his mouth on hers, jamming his tongue into hers, demanding more penetration into her taken body. She whined in ecstasy and gave up her full womanhood. Throb, throb, throb. Her gigantic cunt squeezes let him feel the most fantastic orgasm he'd ever sensed in a woman. Her slick tunnel pulsed tightly on his prick, not only a token of her complete surrender, but an added joy to his reaming cock. It was enough to blast him right out in space.

"AHHHHH, OOHHHH!" he went.

There could be no long freeze for him... he'd been in a high state of desire too long. He felt a luscious moment of locking and then he overrode her throbbing cunt with his gushes.

"TAKE IT. I'M SPURTIIIING!" he told her.

Thrilled shots of liquid male jissum burned into her belly. Sydney twisted and grunted in relief as, at last, he speed forth his frustrated desires, seeding the belly of the most luscious-looking female he'd ever met. As he shot sperm, she contracted in her own hot orgasm of pleasure, the two of them tight-locked and groaning in magnificent good feeling and relief. He went half faint with the wild release of it while she jerked and moaned and sank into euphoria under him in the hottest fuck she'd had in months. The first part of her plan to use Domino had been brilliantly executed.



"I can't suck a man's penis!" wailed Leaf Campbell.

"Yes, you can," said Crystal. "It's really very sexy, especially when they break and you feel all that hot, wonderful liquid spurting in your mouth. After you do it once, the flavor is great and the feel of their hard shafts jerking in wild spasms drives you out of your skull in happiness."

"Ohhhhh, Crystal," moaned Leaf.

Crystal sat on top of the soft girl's belly, doing Leaf's face makeup. Leaf thought that Crystal was the epitome of the mad, worldly New York type of woman. She squirmed helplessly under Crystal's weight, but that was how Crystal wanted to do her makeup, sitting on the smaller girl's belly, pinning her to the bed.

She'd only known the computer woman for a few days, but at least Crystal was on her side and willing to help a Pennsylvania small town girl, lost in the cruel winds of the big city. Leaf had lost so many jobs that she was practically thrown out on the street for lack of rent money. That's when she applied to the giant Avery Cascade Computer Co. for a job... and ran into Crystal.

When Crystal found out how badly off the younger girl was, she invited her to spend a few days at her own apartment. It was a godsend for poor Leaf... but Crystal didn't want her to work for A-C. Instead, Crystal sent her to get a job at the Personnel Department of the Domino Corporation.

But that ended badly when the Personnel Director tried to strip her in his office and have sex with her. Only a phone call from one of the big shots saved her that day.

Crystal applied lip gloss to Leaf's mouth and stared at her work critically.

"Looks pretty good, Leaf. You have a naturally sallow complexion that requires a light makeup... or a healthy sex life to give your face tone."

"I've had nothing but offers of a sex life ever since I hit New York."

"It's the indoor living in a big city. Drinking and sex take up a lot of slack."

Leaf knew that Crystal had come from the West Coast.

"What do they do out there, Crys?"

"Drinking and sex. You spend so much time outdoors, that's all you're good for at night."

Leaf shifted uneasily under Crystal.

"Listen, your Sydney Martin is as bad as the others. I keep telling you... he tried to do me in his office."

"Yes, you ridiculous creature. You walked out on him. So I had to do him instead. But it was fine."

"So he's coming here tonight?" said Leaf. "You're going to make me have sex with him?"

"Yes, he's coming here and I'm going to make you suck his prick, Leaf."

"Why?"

"You'll understand later. Trust me. When you know when and where to put out to men, it's no great burden."

"I can't suck a man's penis!" wailed Leaf for the second time.

Crystal reached over and picked up her vibrator. It was a white plastic device, shaped like a cock, about six inches long. She turned it on and it buzzed wickedly while Leaf's eyes went big and she twisted under her friend.

"What... are you going to do... with that?" she gasped.

Crystal reached behind her with the humming device and rode it along Leaf's cunt, protected only by thin, silken panties. Leaf surged up as if stung by a bee.

"OH. GREAT HEAVENS!" she cried. She squirmed helplessly under her friend, feeling sudden rushes of sexuality from the buzzing device. It was not exactly shaped like a cock. The top tapered to a blunt point which Crystal now used to dig inside the tender, pink opening of the held down girl.

"AH-CRYSTAL. OH, OH, OH."

"You need to be hot when Syd gets here," said Crystal calmly.

"DON'T... DO THAT!" screamed Leaf, almost throwing off the bigger girl. "OH, MEEEE."

But, quick as a cat, Crystal reversed her position so she faced away from Leaf, and sat on her belly facing the girl's legs. She removed her panties. She forced the vibrator directly on Leaf's naked cunt and began to violate her.

"CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL!" screamed Leaf.

"Quit bucking, you ninny. It feels good and you know it."

Crystal pushed down the soft thighs of the girl which strained upwards, young muscles standing out as Leaf tried to save her sex passage.

"AH, TOOOOO GOOD. OH, NO!"

Her fingers dug into the smooth back of her friend. Crystal, likewise wore only her bra and panties, so her back was practically naked.

"Don't scratch me, you cat!" gasped Crystal. "It's sexy enough having to prime your hot little cunt. You'll turn me into a lesbian."

Leaf began to sweat and writhe in sexual pleasure as Crystal forced half the fake penis up her cunt. Crystal used it like a cock, slowly dragging it back and forth in the expanding sex passage.

Leaf pushed and tugged with her hands ineffectually, trying to save her cunt. She couldn't reach around Crystal. She could not protect her sex area, which now sent off fast, hot rushes of pleasure. In spite of her desire to stop, she had to thrust her belly up to take the vibrator fuck. each thrust stronger than the last.

"YOU'RE . . . FUCKING . . . MEEEEE!" she wailed.

"You n-need it, Leaf. The reason guys jump you is that you don't get enough. Men sense women's sexual tensions. A well-screwed woman doesn't send out signals like you do. You reek of a hot girl's needs."

"I DON'T. HA-UH, HA-UH, HA-UH."

"Listen to you sing, Leaf. You're even turning me on, and I don't have sex with women."

Crystal was fascinated with this experimentation on the smaller girl's cunt. Never before had she had a luscious young girl to play with. She fucked the buzzing device into Leaf's chamber and thrilled to feel the girl's rise to the friction, belly and thighs trembling and the grunts coming fast.

Leaf had stained the vibrator with rich, young girl juices, making it slippery in Crystal's hand as she ran it in deeply. She felt the ecstasy that Leaf felt as the taken girl twisted helplessly under her. Leaf must have the hottest cunt in New York City. If the average sex run lasted two minutes, Leaf was sure to succumb to a hard cock in a minute and a half. Right now the sounds from the fucked girl's throat were continuous gasps, gurgles and grunts of high passion.

Leaf was sex-frictioned almost out of her mind by the device which was a little too big for her tight cunt anyway. Her belly seethed with golden pleasure, her ears rang with lust, and she worked her belly slavishly to the master strokes of the other girl.

"AH, NOW CRYSTAL. I'M GOING . . . GOING . . . GOING... PUH-LEEZE STOP!"

Crystal worried that she might force the orgasm too soon. She eased her weapon out of the girl's cunt and spun around once more to sit facing Leaf's head. Leaf shuddered and covered her face from Crystal's sight in embarrassment.

"Haaaa, that's better. Yes, Crystal, my body's too sexy, I know it. I've always been afraid of it. My folks fully expected me to turn into a whore. They almost died when I insisted on coming to New York. But what can I do?"

"Pick the right man at the right time and you never need worry about becoming a hooker."

"You're so good-looking, Crystal. Were you ever."

"A hooker?" asked Crystal. "No." She laughed. "I only wish I had been, Leaf. My past is much worse than that."

More mystery about her new friend. Leaf peeked through her fingers at the beautiful platinum blonde. Crystal held the vibrator aloft, gleaming with Leaf's gland contributions. To Leaf's horror, Crystal's pink tongue flicked out and licked the smooth honey that coated the device.

"Always wondered what a fucked girl tastes like," laughed Crystal. "WOOOOIEEEE. IT MAKES ME A LITTLE DIZZZY!"

She gave the vibrator a couple of healthy licks, then reached behind her and plunged it once more into Leaf's cunt.

"AHHHHH-EH!" Leaf gasped.

Calmly, almost absently, Crystal used her free hand to push up Leaf's bra and dig her palm into Leaf's meaty breast, teasing the hard nipple.

"OHHHH," went Leaf. "OH... THAT F-F-FEELS ... GOOOOOOD."

"Let's `Ride-'em-Cowboy'," cried Crystal, frigging Leaf behind her with the vibrator and kneading her sexy breasts, one after the other, up front.

Leaf had to give up all idea of preserving her decorum or her sexuality. The hot vibrator below, reaming her cunt, coupled with Crystal's outrageous hands digging into her breasts, took her right up to glory.

"AH-HAAA, AH-HAAA, AH-HAAA," Leaf sighed, feeling the incredible power of her sex equipment rising to a fabulous orgasm. Shots and streaks of wild joy penetrated every part of her body. She whined and twisted and hunkered and keened, sweating, grunting like a pig. The sweet, majestic agony of pleasure could not last long.

"HOOOOO... NOWWWWW!" she gasped.

She gave a great gasp and locked her thighs on the wounding vibrator. She paid out her sex like she was the U.S. Mint spewing out coins. Her throbs of relief and submission swept her away to a dizzy, dazed state as her vagina clutched and unclutched on the machine that Crystal kept reaming in and out of her cunt to make her give up all her sex treasure. Feeling silly, weak, and totally wonderful, Leaf kicked her legs helplessly and surrendered deep, aching throbs of golden joy until her strong passion capacity ran out.

"WOOOOO," she sighed at last, tapering and relaxing. Her cunt flowed with excess juice and her belly glowed in sweet euphoria. Crystal had used her well. She just lay quietly on the bed, dazed and temporarily exhausted.

Crystal got up and off her victim, well-satisfied, her own cunt warm and glowing. It was exceedingly important that she establish sexual domination over the Pennsylvania girl, and not for her own needs, either. Not her erotic needs. She'd waited for months for the right girl to come along, and then one day Leaf Campbell had simply walked into her office . . .

Crystal's apartment reflected the good salary she made from A-C. It had two good-sized bedrooms, a large living room with split levels, a terrace with a magnificent view, a kitchen crammed with appliances, and plenty of sunshine and air. It was furnished simply and cleanly with the latest comforts and necessities in wood, metal, fabrics and glass that the most professional of decorators would approve.

It also had one unique device not found in any of the apartments in this exclusive East Side district, in her building or any other. The device looked like an ordinary typewriter with a TV set mounted to one side of it. It was, in fact, a computer terminal. Using telephone lines, it hooked her to the A-C office in Manhattan and to the massive computer center of the firm across the river in New Jersey. A few other A-C officials who lived in Manhattan had these terminals. The age of the home computer terminal, which could send messages to, and receive messages from, a main computer had begun.

Crystal's home terminal had one other feature that even the president of her company didn't have. She could talk to any of the A-C 1100's that she'd been assigned to cover for A-C in her job as a computer tutor.

Leaving Leaf in the bedroom, Crystal walked into the living room, sat before the typewriter keyboard and turned the power on.

"DOMINO... THIS IS STARSHELL," she wrote. She sat back and waited. It only took seconds for her answer.

"STARSHELL... THIS IS DOMINO. I AM ON THE LINE."

"GIVE ME THE DOMINO PAYROLL SUMMARY," she typed.

The black TV screen at her side fluttered and flashed a screenful of numbers.

She typed: "IS YOUR PAYROLL CHECK SYSTEM NOW AUTOMATED."

"BEGUN TODAY," flashed back.

She typed: "YOU WILL RECEIVE THIRTY NEW NAMES CODED STREETWEARY. STREET-WEARY NAMES ARE XXX... STARSHELL."

That meant the paychecks would be written and mailed automatically with the others, but protected by the STARSHELL subroutine. She had saved a little portion of the A-C 1100 memory in the Domino machine for her private use.

"UNDERSTOOD. HOLDING."

"HOLDING... AND OFFLINE," she wrote back.

The TV screen went blank, and she sat back with a smile wreathing her lips, a dreamy look in her large green eyes. The action had begun. There was risk, a huge risk, but she had no choice, none at all . . . There was one other computer terminal, quite close by, that Crystal Locke didn't know about. Like hers, it was set up in an apartment, but this apartment was in a building across the street from hers. The building was less pretentious, older, and the apartments much smaller. The apartment with this second terminal was almost directly opposite her apartment facing in her direction.

As her STARSHELL messages flashed back, and forth over the lines, they also appeared on the machine that a youngish man with glowing eyes monitored. He watched the printout on the yellow roll of typewriter paper, and gave a wolfish grin.

When the messages finished, he rose, picked up some binoculars, and walked to his window. From here he could see across to Crystal's apartment. Her sliding glass door was open. It was a fall night, but cold weather had not yet come.

He could see the beautiful girl sitting there at her terminal, practically naked. She showed enough skin anyway to make his breathing quicken. It had been a long time and a murderously long wait for this moment, and he savored his success with deep breaths of exultation. The blonde doll across the street was due for one smashing, shattering surprise in her young life!

Sydney Martin could not believe his good luck when he arrived at Crystal's apartment a short while later. The platinum blonde, wearing a housecoat and apparently very little underneath, greeted him with a kiss... and immediately began to take off his clothes.

"You're a... fast operator," he gasped as he stood naked before her, his stiff prick thrilling as she pressed against him and jazzed the hard member to make it harder.

"Why waste time in polite nothings when everybody's mind is on something else," she laughed. "The drinks, the small talk can always come later when everybody's relaxed."

Then Crystal led him into her bedroom. He stopped in surprise. Lying on the bed, naked, was the sexy little girl that had applied for a job a few days before, that he'd almost screwed before being interrupted.

He turned to Crystal in shock. "Why... why."

"Yes, Leaf and I are friends," she laughed. "How do you think she happened to apply to Domino for a job, anyway. I told her to come and see you."

"It's all right, Syd. Leaf is just a little more inhibited in sex than I am. But she still wants that job, and she's willing to be friendly, if it's not overdone."

Syd stood there, feeling nervous. Crystal couldn't be a hooker. She was much too bright and had much too good a job. But...

"Syd," said Crystal, "I know I shock people because I go straight to the bottom line without a lot of faking and teasing. I'm sorry I'm so direct. The bottom line is, Leaf wants to work for you and you want her to work for you."

"Sure, I need somebody like her, but."

"Syd, face it. If I don't cut the knot, you and Leaf would waste hours, weeks of company time trying to get it off. What you want is a bright girl who'll work hard and once in a while you give you a thrill. She wants a steady job with a good company and doesn't mind a little action if it doesn't get too heavy. So take the action and start off without any tension."

All of this time Leaf laid there looking embarrassed, and a little dazed. There was a vibrator lying close by, and Syd judged that little Leaf was more than a bit sexed up.

"S-s-sure, Crystal." He approached the bed.

"Take it in your mouth, Leaf," Crystal said.

Leaf reached up from her prone position and took hold of Syd's hard cock. She exposed a neat, nude breast, and slipped the rod into her mouth as he stared down at her rounded young body, her naked ass, and that sexy breast exposed. The heat and thrill of being sucked brought him up on his toes.

"She's not good at this," said Crystal. "If you don't mind, I'll instruct her."

"AHHH... MIND? NOOO... OH!" gasped Syd.

It was fabulous. He'd expected a date with Crystal alone and hoped it would end up like that time in his office. Suddenly he had Crystal and the sexy other little piece at the same time. His sex life had gone from horribly miserable to pure gold in a few days due to Crystal.

It was fabulous. Crystal instructed Leaf to get on her hands and knees on the bed, dog-fashion. She had Syd also get on the bed on his knees, but torso up. She got up on the bed alongside of them to direct the action like a referee in a wrestling match.

"Leaf... use plenty of suction," Crystal said. "Be careful with your teeth . . . use them to groove, but don't bite . . . more tongue action...I want to see that pink tongue curling, curling, yes, that's it... take it a little deeper; it won't bite...Don't you love that sex meat taste?"

Leaf moaned in her concentration, almost cross-eyed in trying. Her belly was still hot from Crystal earlier treatment and now new thrills shot up her belly and new juices juiced in her cunt. Crystal was a wild one, all right, but it sure helped things along, the way she did.

"Release his cock, now, Leaf. Jack him off with your hand. He likes the slippery feel of the wet cock in your hand."

"L-l-love it!" keened Syd. Already he dry-throbbed in excited delight.

Crystal showed Leaf how to eat up and down the shaft, a half at a time, and how to take each male testicle gently in the mouth.

"You want to thrill them without hurting," she said in her computer instruction voice. "You can feel them pull back and quiver if it's too hard. But too soft is worse. If they bunt forward, they aren't getting enough action."

Syd reveled in this weird cocksuck and he almost spurted when Crystal took his cock in her hand and sucked on it herself, demonstrating. He fucked into her mouth in abandon, feeling he fucked all the way down the blonde's long, luscious body. She made his sex reservoir boil with heavenly pleasure.

"AH, SOOO GOOD, CRYSTAL. OH, I'M DYIIIING OF JOY," he exclaimed.

Crystal turned the job back to Leaf, who resumed the suck on his member. She slapped Leaf's meaty asscheeks and began to ream the girl's steaming cunt.

"MRAWWRRRRRR!" sighed Leaf, jumping.

Both Syd and Crystal laughed at the renewed vigor of Leaf's cocksuck as she felt Crystal's probing finger unseal her cunt and burn on her clitoris. It wasn't that Leaf didn't already enjoy the suck. She was just shy... up until that moment. With Crystal's finger at work she began to gobble hot prick.

Leaf worked her sexy little butt hotly on the reaming finger, traveling back to heavenly bliss as she sucked a hard rod at one end and felt penetration at the other. Her blood sang in her body in exulting rushes as the good feeling rose. Why, sucking a man's blade wasn't so bad after all. She gasped and slobbered in her eagerness to please Syd and to please herself at the same time.

Crystal let go of Leaf's cunt. She sat boldly on Leaf's shoulders, presenting her torso to Syd as she faced him, housecoat open and big breasts exposed. He gave a cry of delirious joy and began to suck her luscious breasts as he hunted in and out of Leaf's mouth.

"MMMM, BABY. OH, OH, OH," he cried between sucks.

Crystal rolled her eyes. She developed her own full head of steam from all this play. Her breasts were exquisitely sensitive to the suction and the obscene sounds of cock slurping under her added flames to her desires.

As Crystal clutched Syd she sensed that the crazed prick would not last long. Sexing with two hot women at once was a delicious, heavy load for a man not used to even the normal amount of action. His big male body quivered in the nearness to spilling.

She got off of Leaf's shoulders. The girl couldn't stand too much weight anyway. Leaf was in fine shape, jazzing herself now with one hand as she sucked. She crooned her joy.

"MMMMM... RRRRR."

"MY GOD, IT FEELS FAAAABULOUS!" gasped Syd, eyes beginning to widen in his sex glaze.

"There's always something new," laughed Crystal. She got behind him and used some of her own hot cunt juices to wet her finger and oil inside Syd's crack.

Before Syd knew it she pressed on his sphincter and then suddenly as he gave a gasp of shock, she drove her finger inside of his ass. Right inside that opening lie his prostate, full and ready to add its juices to the big spill in his balls. Her stroking finger inside of his body was maddening and a silken, a deep sex urge that he'd never felt before as he got a prostate massage. It burned sweetly, hotly, sexually.

"AHHHH, OOOHHHH!"

He was crazy with pleasure. Up front he felt the incredible friction of being roundly sucked by Leaf, who had learned her lessons well. In his rear, Crystal's plunging finger rode on his prostate, demanding to empty.

"HO... HO... HO"

He'd never felt such a delicious use of his body. Even his sex freeze was brief with the wild, crazy desire to spurt. It seemed like Crystal's finger in his ass reamed a button that made him squirt wildly into Leaf's mouth. He exploded with furious bursts of jissum.

"AHHHHHHH."

They could all hear his body give up its sex juice, the finger-fucked ass and prostate emptying into the filled balls which blasted up his cock shaft and exploded hot fluid into Leaf's mouth. His wounded loins jerked in exquisite, ecstatic joy as he emptied great gouts of semen into Leaf.

"MMMMMM." Leaf held the bursting cock in her mouth and let him punmp body hot sperm down her throat.

Behind him Crystal pumped in his ass, making his organ spasm and squirt over and over in silken, burning delight. Syd had never felt such a complete emptying, relief and pleasure as having his prostate pumped while his cock was sucked, and when he finally tapered, he fell forward on the bed, sated and glowing.

Leaf lay there panting, a fleck of male juice at the corner of her mouth.

"I... it wasn't too bad," she gasped to Crystal. "Left me... really hot."

Crystal considered herself bold but not bisexual. Yet, as she looked at Leaf's swollen, wet and disturbed-looking cunt, she felt her demon rise inside of her.

"I'll cool you off, dear," she laughed.

She plunged her head between Leaf's legs and began to eat cunt. Leaf gave a cry of shock and surprise and arched up, her cunt melting away around Crystal's driving tongue. It was something about the soft, weak girl, Crystal realized, that made everybody in New York want to fuck and take that soft, helpless body.

"AH, CRYSTAL, NOOOO." moaned Leaf, shoving ineffectually to save her cunt and avoid lesbian contact.

But Crystal was on fire now. Acts done in the heat of sex did not a pervert make! She tongued inside of Leaf's box and made the girl jerk and ride ferociously for the good feeling.

"GET IT OFF, YOU HOT LITTLE CUNT," she growled between bites. Then she went back to hot sucking, inhaling Leaf's gland juices, pungent and thrilling. She rode the clit with her tongue. She used a finger to fuck into Leaf's slick chamber.

"OH, OH, OH. NOOOOO!" wailed the taken girl. She arched up and spent luscious throbs against Crystal's mouth, swept away by the belly- consuming joy as she surrendered to the more powerful man. Throb, throb, throb. It was pure ecstasy!



Midnight. Crystal walked her apartment alone in an apprehensive mood. Her nerves felt tight. It was not the same thrill as the dangerous game she'd played in San Diego, across the continent, years before. This time she had a sense of dark foreboding. Some of the brightest computer minds in the world were right here in New York. Her company, A-C, might have some security checks she didn't even know about. If they ran an inventory on the entire memory of Domino's 1100, they might get curious about the "Starshell" tape.

She'd sent Leaf and Sydney out on the town to get better acquainted. Sydney had eyes for her, of course, but was smart enough to leave the sex decisions in her hands. He'd probably take Leaf to his empty apartment for the night... and to work the next day to start her on the payroll as one of his secretaries. He knew if he did what Crystal wanted that he'd get more sex from her, but not otherwise.

Crystal stood on her terrace, staring out across the city. Most of the time the City exhilarated her with its bigness, its boldness, and its quickness. It was a place worthy of her own superior brain. But some nights, especially late like this, she felt like a scared little girl in the embrace of the giant beast that the City was. The streets were also a place of aggression, robbery and sometimes even quick death. She shivered in the fall, night air.

An orange light burned in one of the apartments almost directly across from hers. This late most of the lights in the banks of windows were out giving the impression of blank, staring eyes, but that one apartment light seemed always to be on. She wondered who lived there.

She turned quickly from the terrace and went to bed. It wouldn't do to acquire nerves and dream fearful fantasies at the beginning of this most important adventure that required her utmost attention...She had rested only a few moments when her computer terminal came to life with a ghostly clatter of typewriter keys. She heard the sound faintly in her living room. At the same moment a red warning light lit at her bed and an ominous soft bell chimed.

Crystal always slept naked. She didn't bother to put anything on as she bounded out of bed and raced to the living room. She certainly expected no message in the middle of the night. Were the technicians working on the Domino this late? She had programmed the memory so that she'd receive a warning if there were ever a question about "Starshell".

She flipped on the side light and stared at the yellow roll of paper in the typewriter roller.

"HELLO, STARSHELL."

She almost fainted right then and there. Her heart pounded. There was only one human in the universe who knew about "Starshell" and that was she. If anybody else ever used that term she was in deep trouble.

Ding, ding, ding. The keyboard shifted the roller down several spaces. Another message was about to come in. Then the type head clattered as if a ghost figure, invisible, sat there and typed.

"WAKE UP, STARSHELL. WE NEED TO TALK."

Absolute panic gripped her body. She wanted to scream. She wanted to rush out of her apartment, rush out of the city, run, run, run, as she'd run once before. She stood there, sickened, shattered, swaying. She froze for long moments. There was only the sighing of the nightwind on her terrace outside.

She got hold of herself. She had to find out who was talking to her. They already knew who she was and where she was, so it was too late to run and hide.

Domino had turned on her machine.

"WHO?" she typed and waited. Then she realized she had to sign off the message for the computer to handle it. She wrote: "STARSHELL".

"DARKSTAR" came the reply. The message went on. "I KNOW ABOUT A BRILLIANT WOMAN COMPUTER SCIENTIST FROM SAN DIEGO, CHRISTINE LOCKWOOD. SHE STOLE ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS FROM THE WESTAIR CORP. THEY ARE STILL LOOKING FOR HER. DOES THIS INTEREST STARSHELL?" She sat there transfixed for long moments. It was the end of the line, doom and disaster. Somehow she'd been traced all the way across the continent. Her insides knotted and tears came to her eyes. For her it was not the beginning, but the end... prison... disgrace... 

She sat there completely destroyed. At last she typed.

"STARSHELL IS INTERESTED." What else could she do?

Then her telephone rang. "Darkstar" wanted more intimate contact with "Starshell" than through the Domino computer. She answered, listened, and gave her replies in monosyllables. Then she hung up and walked, stunned, uncaring, still weeping, to her big glass doors. She threw them back and stepped through, going out onto her terrace, naked. She turned on the small spotlights and stood exposed, staring at the apartment across the street with the orange light, with a bitter gall in her throat, showing off her body to him and anybody else who might be looking out at this hour, for long moments.

It was deeply humiliating, like being made to perform a strip tease. She knew that hot eyes through binoculars drank in every aspect of her womanly charms. If his binocs were any good he could count her pubic hairs, she knew. Then she had to turn and present her naked, rear. That was even harder because she had a deep fear of anal sex interests.

Tits and her ass. He got the whole show. She went inside again, still following instructions. Moments later, wearing only a thin robe which her tormentor insisted had to be "sexy", she rode down to the ground floor of her apartment building in the service elevator, stopped it, and sneaked to the lobby, which was unattended. When a dark figure from the outside buzzed, she rang him in and returned to the elevator. She turned out the lights and stood facing the rear of the elevator, as instructed.

DarkStar came up behind her and whispered: "Keep facing the rear." He started the service elevator up and then turned. He left the light off. He stood behind her, gave a soft chuckle of triumph, and felt under her arms to squeeze her breasts. She gasped and started to struggle.

"Just stand still, Christine," he hissed. "It's a lot better than five years in prison and a lifelong felon's record."

"I won't be fondled," she shot back. His hands were hot and heavy on her breasts, through the robe.

"I think you will, Christine. I've got you dead to rights. I went to prison on account of you, and I've been looking forward to this meeting for a long time."

She knew who it was then and her heart sank. The Programmer from WestAir, Gunson... no Gunnar Strand, the Swedish young man who... who... Ohmygod!

"I'm a little tougher than I was back then four years ago, bitch. Back then I was hypnotized by green eyes, big tits, and long blonde hair."

His fingers dug inside the robe to fondle her naked tits.

"I wanted your sweet young body and let you play circles around me, Christine. I never got your body. I got a year in jail and a felon's record. They thought we were in it together. How does that scratch you?"

She just couldn't handle this, those hot hands squeezing and manipulating her breasts. The body signals were all wrong, feeling the good shots of sex desire against the shattered destruction of her nerves.

"My name's Crystal," she snapped. "Crystal Locke, not Christine Lockwood." Then she gasped as the fingers dug into her breasts. "I'm sorry, Gun... Gunnar. I did it for my father. He was dying of cancer. You know."

"I know all that sad story. There's my sad story. A year in prison... and trying to get a job as a convicted felon later. Then I got smart and did what you did. Changed my name, hid out across the country. Then I got smarter and looked for you."

"How did you find me?"

Anything to get her mind off her misery, mental and physical. Those hands gave her nipples pleasure-torture.

He chuckled. "Used the computer, what else. I used some of the latest work on information theory, specifically probability statistics. I asked the computer: "Mr. Computer, given this girl, with these characteristics running and hiding from the law... where would you go, what would you do?" The computer answered... and here I am."

The elevator stopped at her floor. He swung her around and lifted her easily onto his shoulder. He was a big man, about thirty-two, strong and determined. She gasped as he slung her on his shoulder like a fireman saving a fire victim.

"Don't pick me up!" she squealed. "I'm a person, not a child."

"You're a luscious fuck I never had," he grunted.

Gunnar Strand had changed a lot, indeed, since she'd first known him. Become bestial. There was nothing she could do but allow herself to be toted down her hall on his shoulder, naked in the thin robe like some girl slave of an ancient Roman.

A couple came out of one of the apartments and strolled down the hall to stare at her on Gunnar's shoulder in astonishment.

"Oh, -h-hullo, Crystal," said the man.

"Hello, Mr. Donaldson," she answered, blushing and furious.

The elegantly dressed Gunnar tipped his felt hat and marched right on by, enjoying her humiliation. She would've kicked her leg and screamed, but that would have only emphasized her helplessness and made it better for him. The other couple went on, with New York tolerance of human foibles.

In her apartment, Gunnar threw her on the bed and calmly tied her wrists to the headboard.

"You say there's nobody here. That nobody's coming. That the girl I've seen staying here is out for the night. I plan to check first. And to make sure you don't grab a weapon and sneak up behind me."

"Dammit, Gunnar, we're civilized! You don't tie a woman up like some bitch dog, and."

Gunnar said: "Brilliant, yes. Sophisticated, yes. Civilized, no. Not me. Towards you."

She got her first look at him and what she saw made her shiver. He did look like some citified Dracula, impeccable in Bill Blass coordinates, but a leering savagery showing underneath. There was something altogether Nazi about the glitter in those moody blue eyes. His prison time had surely brutalized him.

He left the room. She heard him searching the apartment carefully, and it took him a long time. When he returned he'd mixed himself a drink.

"Well, Gunnar, what do you plan to do with me," she said. She was beginning to react to this disaster, thinking up plans...

He was drinking a Scotch and soda. He took out an ice cube and tossed it on her navel, exposed in the robe. She jerked and twisted and tossed it off. He merely flicked a second ice cube on her belly. The ice burned.

"Oh, Gunnar, dammit," she protested. She dared not get rid of the second ice cube, or he might dump the whole bucket on her. Oh, but it did burn her belly. He was torturing her, humiliating her...

He sat there like the computer brain that he was, pondering a mathematical solution. She knew he was as bright as she was, and, since prison, probably dangerous.

"That poor kid I used to be. All brain, no body. Married to a nice girl, who divorced me of course when I went to jail. That poor bright- stupid kid, victimized by green eyes and big tits that he never got to fuck. What do you think I should do to you?"

"I suppose you would fuck me," she said with a shudder. She would be lucky if that was all he did to her. "May I be untied?"

"No, not right away." He took the ice cube off her belly, where it had melted a little, and frozen a cold spot. He shoved it in her cunt while she squirmed and gasped.

"OH, NOW, GUNNAR, THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS. OH, GUNNAR, MY CUNT. OH, OH, OH."

"Happy Birthday to you, dear Crystal."

"OH, OH, OH."

It was so cold that she felt the opposite. It burned her like a hot fire in her soft, tender sex passage. She twisted and squirmed.

"How about six more."

He wanted her to beg. She begged. "Oh, Gunnar, don't, please don't."

"Fuck me, Gunnar, please fuck me," he said. "I'm a worthless girl, but I'm crazy for you to fuck me."

She hastily repeated the message, word for word: "FUCK ME, GUNNAR, PLEASE FUCK ME," she said. "I'm a worthless girl, but I'm crazy for you to fuck me."

He rewarded her by taking the fire out of her guts. She sighed in relief as he fingered the cold cube from her body.

"Are you turning me over to the police, Gunnar?"

She knew that West Air would have her extradited to California and push the trial, too, if he turned her in. If he did, she'd had it.

"Why would I do that, dear heart?" he said. "You're a computer crook, unconvicted. I'm a computer crook, convicted, though innocent. We're both under aliases and a long way from the last job. This suggests that the next theft be much bigger and better."

She gasped as she strained at her bonds. "Gunnar, the only reason I'm setting up Domino is to pay back the hundred thousand. There are ways that won't hurt them much. I want to return what I stole and clear my name with West Air. I don't want to get in deeper."

"Well, well, such Disney sweetness from the ice blonde! Deeper? Let's see how deep you really are."

He leaned forward and plunged his fingers into her cunt.

She had to lift up her belly to this outrageous invasion of her sex organ and give a tremendous gasp at the friction of his fingers. It gave her a sexy if unwelcome thrill. At the same time she was smart enough to see that her luscious body saved her for the moment. He might've killed her or roughed her up. He might've simply sent the police to get his revenge from the distance. He'd been hung up on her good looks before prison, and he still was.

"Ah, now, Gunnar, that's no way to treat a fellow computer th-thief!"

"Thief? Huh-uh, not you, Crystal. Not an honest thief. You stole that money for your father and sent him off to one of the Scandinavian countries to live his last two years in comfort. You figured that West Air took the last ten years of his life, and that's what you charged them."

"Oh, Gunnar, your ha-ha-hands!" she gasped as he continued to jack her off.

"He was broke, miserable, suffering. Years ago West Air was West Ship and he worked with asbestos. So did a lot of men during the War and after. He got lung cancer from the asbestos fibers, but the company disowned responsibility. You made 'em pay."

"It d-d-doesn't matter. Ohhh." She writhed at his fierce use of her box. "He's been dead t-t-two years now."

"But the statue of limitations hasn't run out on your theft, Crystal. They want to nail you. So does the government, because they're death on the white collar crimes these days. So you plan to steal a little here and a little there, money a big company won't miss. Then you pay West Air. They'll drop charges to get their money back. That's the kind of thief you are."

"I have to... ohhh. I have to think of my future now."

"Not to worry, dear heart. I can take care of that."

He took out his hand, stood up, and began to undress. She lay there panting helplessly.

"Oh, now, Gunnar. This is wrong, to tie me up and just f-f-fuck me like some tart."

"Oh, ho! It's class you want!" He jumped onto the bed naked, his weight making it creak. "Does your vibrator have class?" He picked up the device that still lay there.

She was hot, sexed up, and yet it bothered her intensely to have this twisted, brilliant man use her.

"Gunnar, don't put a MACHINE in me."

He merely smiled and turned on the vibrator, then ran it along her wet, pink cunt lips. It buzzed against her pelvic bone and the vibrations seemed to dig inside of her. She stared down her naked belly in horror and saw him violate her with it even as she felt it. The thrill of that big, artificial cock penetrating her tender vagina made her thrust up with a wounded sound: "Oh!"

It was one thing to use a vibrator for your own pleasure, another to have it used on you against your will. She felt it work up her cunt that was swollen and ready from his prior finger-plunging. When she'd taken its smooth thickness and the vibrations burned against her clit she just had to thrust up in fuck motions.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Well, well. The Scandinavian Ice Princess is human after all. She gets as cunt wet as any silly high school frump."

"DAMMIT, GUNNAR. OH, MEEEEEE," she wailed. It felt so good, reaming in and out of her cunt, buzzing. As she took the action, she couldn't help but think of how she herself had used Leaf's cunt almost the same way a few hours before. She thought she would only be getting a short reaming before he shoved his huge ten-inch cock into her body. It hung between his legs, hard and ready. With the heat and good sex feeling he'd already worked up in her with his masturbation and the vibrator, she almost wished he would. But he merely used the vibrator on her, twisting it and using it expertly as she went out of her mind.

"OH THIS IS SILLY... THAT DUMB TH-TH-THING. AHHH, GUNNAR, WHY? OHHHHH."

"I worshipped you, punk kid that I was. I hardly dared think of you as having a cunt and an animal body. It pleases me to see your highness fuck a piece of plastic with a battery in it."

She went dizzy. She got hotter. She wailed and bucked and begged for mercy and fucked avidly on the vibrator as he continued to drive her up the wall with pleasure from it. There was simply no resisting that man- made prick. A pleasing slick of moisture covered her lovely, nude body while her platinum hair fluffed and floated in beautiful disarray. Finally the ecstasy was too much for her.

"GUNNAR... I... I... HAVE TO... TOOOOOO..." she sang.

"Give it up, bitch. Let's see your hot little belly waste itself on plastic."

She grunted and dug in her heels. She twisted against her tied wrists, lifted her butt, and paid off for him. She felt her cunt throbs strong and powerful on the vibrator. It was humiliating to be used this way, but she had to give up long, luscious throbs of excited girlhood in tribute. She finally tapered and fell back in relief.

"So I... I'm human, Gunnar. Now may I be untied?"

"Soon...soon..."

Through all of this exercise his hazel eyes had gotten a dreamy, faraway look. He planted two powerful thighs under her armpits and brought his cock in front of her face.

"Little girl want a lollipop?"

It was eerie and highly sexual to see the big prick loom, to feel her chin grasped, and then to taste the cock meat of that huge blade. It was dark and powerful looking. He had dark good looks and his stiff prodder was as menacing as a blade of steel, a dagger, might've been. She sucked. His powerful body shuddered in exquisite delight.

Her thoughts followed his...Way back then, at West Air, and later in prison, how often must he have dreamed of forcing his thick cock into her curving curling lips. Well, he had it now! Her spirits had revived. If she wasn't to be thrown to the police she still might save herself. She might be able to use her strong and beautiful body to burn the sex out of him and escape somehow. She was as smart as he... if she kept her head she could escape, find other cities...

He took his cock out of her mouth. It was covered with her silken saliva. He carefully rubbed the soft gloss on each of her cheeks and his cock felt like a flaming baton, he was so hot. His rod throbbed in pre-orgasmic ecstasy and he moaned.

"I don't know whether to fuck in your mouth or squirt it all over that beautiful face, the soft skin, those smooth shoulders," he told her.

She didn't care. She was getting hot again. It was a powerful cock, loaded for action, and her first orgasm made her hotter.

He pulled her up so he could reach down and palm her big tits as he fucked into her mouth. She felt his heat, smelled him, tasted his fierce cock bunting in her mouth a mile a minute. She could tell by his almost continuous throbs of pleasure that he relived a dream he'd had a thousand times.

"OH, BABY, YOU ARE SUCKING, SUCKING..."

She began to moan and keen, helping him get it off, aware of the fierce pressure in his groin. He came so fast it caught her by surprise.

"OH...NOW...PRINCESS!" he cried softly.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, red and gleaming, the dark prick hole expanding. Suddenly it blossomed white and his body hot jissum exploded in her face, simmering cum on her nose, lips, eyes, and in her hair.

On instinct she opened her mouth and swallowed the jerking, spurting prick, which acted like a live animal with a life of its own. He gave huge groans of pleasure and seeded her mouth and throat, jerking and keening.

"RIGHT IN YOUR MOUTH, CRYSTAL. TAKE IT...DRINK IT."

"MMMMMMMM."

She felt his hot, creamy butter slide down her throat, coating it with his manhood. She could almost chew the powerful sperm-loaded semen. She'd never tasted such virile sperm. It set her cunt on fire. He held her head, strained happily, and shot it all off in gush after gush. She felt a tiny surge of triumph. He had not really wanted to spurt in her mouth. He was a perverse man who took pride in acting different from others. He would've preferred to wash her face in it.

She thought they would rest then, perhaps even talk. But he picked up the vibrator and used her cunt again, slowly, maliciously, crooning. No one had ever laid such a sex trip on her body. He seemed to know exactly what to do to bring her right up to her peak where her crazed belly died for relief of orgasm and then drop her back, only to tease and thrill her up to pre-orgasm once again.

At last she could stand it no longer.

"PLEASE... LET ME CUM. OH, PLEASE, PUH-LEEZE!" she begged. She was so hot that she wanted to fill her lungs with air and scream in hot- bellied frustration.

He suddenly shoved his head between her legs and gave her a furious bite right on her cunt, then jabbed his tongue on her clit.

"YEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed and thrust her belly up and exploded with incredible fervor, throbbing, gasping, slobbering, twisting, a half-mad creature of turned-on sexuality who could hardly stand the sweet stabs of ecstasy that burned in her as she gave up powerful cunt spasms.

"AH, OH, AH, AH, AH," she moaned, and reached total surrender.

He started on her breasts that he'd all but ignored up until now.

"DON'T DO THAT. NOW, GUNNAR, DON'T," she insisted.

She was all but fucked out, yet the continuous sex merely made her hotter and more sensitive. Her tits, her nipples, were virgin grounds. He wisely knew that some women could orgasm from breast stimulation alone, if their bodies were already hotly sexed up. Some women could glow and burn for hours, to exhaustion, and she was one of them.

He was too smart to overload her exquisitely sensitive beauties. He gave her the gentlest of tongue play, the most insidious of teeth- nibbling, and used his saliva as a silken, slightly stinging honey to keep her nipples bathed, and stroked until they almost literally throbbed.

Down he would reach to give her clit a few strokes. She was cuntsore now, and yet her clitoris was swollen with rich feeling from his total sex use of her.

"HA. HEE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? THIS IS RIDICULOUS. I WON'T...OH, I WON'T...AHHH. OH, NO, NO, NO," she went, moaning, tossing her head in her distress at the pleasure.

Her body now felt like one massive and aching clit, white hot, incredibly tender, fully open and crammed with girl juices to be harvested. When he pressed the vibrator, slick with her own cunt juices, into her mouth, she mumbled and sucked it just like it was a prick. Anything...anything to relieve that damnable, extraordinary pressure-pleasure on her stiff, sucked nipples.

When she thought she was surely going to faint dead away into a final orgasm as irritating to the over-used tissues as it was eager, he spread her legs and finally... oh, finally... fucked his big cock into her.

"YEEEE. FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she begged.

If she could only die for him once more and be done with it. She felt they'd used up all the pleasure there was left in the world.

In and out, his big cock at last rocked into its ultimate target, bringing her so much satisfaction that she was sure he was boring a hole right up her backbone. Her slippery cunt began to cum almost from his first grunt-thrusts.

"Uh, uh, uh, fucking you, doll."

"I... THERE!" she gasped in gratitude.

Her cunt gloved on his cock, squeezing it, and she went dizzy and faint with orgasmic pleasure. She forgot who she was or where she was and gave up spasms of glorious pleasure as she felt a big, tight prick reaming her belly to happiness.

"YES, YES, YES." she moaned.

She finished her orgasm run and hung under him in a strange, new erotic place. Her belly was totally used up from all the action, and yet it would not quit. No sooner had she finished than she felt a new thrill building behind the ones that had gone before.

Her eyes widened. She stared up into his face. He stared down into her face with a grimace-grin of ecstatic pleasure. It was like a man's face frozen in time as a roller coaster zips down its high fall.

He hugged her body and made her take cock and she began to cum again. She had reached that stage that you usually only heard about, a continuous female orgasm, from a cunt, clit and belly so... stimulated that every sex nerve and impulse was released.

"I-CAN'T-STOP!" she cried, fearing for her body and her sanity.

"Give it all up. Die with it," he ordered.

She shivered in pleasure and squeezed his cock like some dumb machine that turned on every few seconds. Her sensitivity in her cunt and breasts was unbelievable. His cock taught her what it was to be a woman in a way she'd never dreamed possible.

She fell off, sighing gratefully, pleasantly numb, euphoric and glowing, but finished.

His body, sealed to hers, was suddenly still.

"I lived for this," he said quietly, his face inches from hers. She felt him stiffen in pre-orgasm glazing. Then he gave a lion's roar.

"SEEDING...YOUUUUUUU!"

The walls shook and the big prick spurted in her cunt. Flash after flash of boiling sperm inundated her belly and he sang in roaring joy, hugging her and exploding gush after gush deep inside her. She couldn't believe a man had that much spunk in him.

She whined. She felt a new shuddering rush. She lifted under him and went on with her continuous orgasm, throbbing once more, against the mighty, spending prick as it wasted her belly with savoring chunks of delight. He whined and cooed and gasped as his pleasure seemed to make him want to jump out of his skin.

"TAKE IT...ALL..." he ordered.

She let it happen, no longer caring, letting his spunk run out of her cunt while he spun new juices inside of her. She felt there was nothing left to give but her cunt still throbbed as long as he spent.

It had to end. It ended. She sank into a dazed doze, so worn out she didn't mind the weight of his body still on top of her. She thought with amused irony as she sank down, "The sonofabitch never kissed me once!" and then she slept.

He moved like a drunken man, staggering up and off the fucked girl. He looked down at the bed. It looked like the morning after a wild honeymoon.

"To think I was once impotent," he chuckled, reaching for his clothes, his body glowing with good feeling in every pore.

Crystal sat in a banquette in the CELEB room of "Eloise's", the current star restaurant for discriminating New Yorkers. It was like a booth except that it was a semicircle with a high back, a single leather seat, and barely comfortable for six. Seven people had squeezed into it, at the insistence of Gunnar Strand.

Although she considered herself well up on New York ways, she was disconcerted at this slightly drunken brawl of A-C's new customers... the Citizens-Merchants Bank. Somehow she'd always believed that bankers were more sedate than almost anybody. Tonight they were not.

Gunnar sat dead in the middle, facing outward. She sat in the middle of the two men on his left and Leaf sat in the middle of the two men on his right. Of the four bank officials, one was really squiffed, one was slightly squiffed, and two were getting their kicks in other ways.

Those two had their cocks out under the table. She could not believe that it was possible to do this in a public restaurant. The tablecloth quite adequately covered the movements of both her hands. Furthermore, by squeezing seven people into the places for six, things were so tight that it was impossible to see shoulder movements. Add the dim light in the room, the general merriment about them, and Gunnar's expansive monologue... it was easy to do.

Gunnar had cleverly turned the attention to poor Leaf, who was being inundated with sex innuendoes and double meanings that the poor girl hardly understood. It held the attention of the other two men, who were not being jacked off, and covered the squirms and hoots of the two who were.

Earlier, when Crystal received her orders, she squeaked to Gunnar:

"You can't mean it. Why, if I touch Mr. Hunt or Mr. Weber, they'll throw their new 1100 out in the street and you and me with it."

"On the contrary, both have indicated to me that they'd gladly give up a couple of supertankers that their bank foolishly funded if they could fuck your platinum-headed brains out. In polite language, of course."

Mr. Hunt headed the Trust Department of C-M. Mr. Weber headed Loans. Strangely, she decided that Gunnar was more interested in Hunt and his trust funds than Weber and his loan funds, whatever wild scheme he'd concocted.

Several weeks had passed since her fateful meeting with Gunnar. Leaf still lived with her and worked for Domino. Leaf had brought Crystal the necessary papers to set up dummy names to receive Domino paychecks, which was Crystal's scheme. Sydney Martin was happy with the sex rationed out to him by Leaf and, once, Crystal, and he was not suspicious. Gunnar paid little attention to this small theft. He had much bigger ideas in mind, and she had to go along with him for now.

It was ridiculously easy for Gunnar to join her tutoring team on this new project. It turned out that he'd crept up on her by getting himself hired by A-C as Security Programmer, a specialist in preventing the misuse of the A-C 1100! As such, he was empowered to enter any project at any time and run checks. He was supposed to look out for just such scams as she had planted in the Domino machine! How he'd managed to document himself into that job was beyond her knowing, but he had always been brilliant, and prison had given him a cutting edge.

"The best cover in the world for a thief is a policeman's uniform," he pointed out to her.

So here he was, affable and charming, pretending to be slightly drunk and ultra genial as the host of the evening, and here were the bankers and here she was heading into an evening of unknown erotic adventures under his direction.

Eloise stopped by their table to trade repartee with the bankers whom she knew, and Crystal guessed that the restaurant owner probably had a big loan out from the C-M bank chain. There was foreign money behind it, and it was the latest of "hot" banks in the Big Apple.

Crystal stilled her action until the owner left for another table. She was high and hot herself, thoroughly amazed at what she was doing and how Mr. Hunt and Mr. Weber were able to indulge in this weird kind of sex kick.

"Even presidents play pool," had been Gunnar's only comment before he'd crammed them into the banquette.

Per instructions, she waited until dessert to start her aggressions. Naturally both Hunt and Weber knew what was supposed to happen. They seemed to get a huge kick out of what she did. As zippers opened on either side of her, and she sent warm hands inside of flies in her erotic quests, the two men leaned across her to whisper and kid.

"Belly up yet?" asked Hunt.

"Out but not up," laughed Weber.

Her role was to sit poker-faced and bored looking between the two while she kept her hands busy. Gunnar had cleverly focused all the sex kidding on the more obvious girl package, Leaf. He'd borrowed her for the night. The less daring and somewhat squiffed bankers on either side of her thought their side had the real sex excitement as they nudged and rubbed shoulders with her. Gunnar kept the bawdy conversation going at that side of his table, ignoring Crystal and her partners.

"Is it true that some girls have one higher than the other?" Gunnar asked.

"Mr. Strand, I don't know what you're talking about," said Leaf, blushing.

"A guy has only one chance to get one up," said one of her partners.

"Wrong," said the other. "A guy can hang one down lower than the other."

"There goes the old ball game," yipped Gunnar.

This dumb dialogue, accompanied by laughter and nudges, was quite enough to occupy the two innocent bankers, and Crystal thought Gunnar played the part of a not too bright table companion perfectly. He must want to gag at this flat babble, thought Crystal, but he's really hugging himself over the job he's given me to do. panded to glory as the gentlemen sipped after dinner drinks. One was longer and thinner than the other. What stirred her was the odd, kinky feeling of fondling cocks right out in public in a situation of a pleasant dinner where she'd been many times without trying anything as tricky as this.

She wondered how far Gunnar expected her to go...in no time at all she had produced two stiff standers, and Hunt's penis throbbed exquisitely, making her mouth dry and her cunt wet. Was she supposed to flower both sexy stems under the tablecloth... or what? Would her two cavaliers come like gentlemen with a sigh and closed eyes, or would they snort like pigs and gurgle, and turn the party into a coarse exhibition?

When she had both cocks nice and stiff and had produced blushes and sparkling eyes on the faces of both Hunt and Weber, she let go for a moment, to show her hands, sip her drink, and try to look natural.

"More bread and butter?" asked Gunnar, eyes twinkling. "I know you're a butter freak, Crystal."

She caught on and nodded. As soon as the attention swung back to Leaf she carefully, coolly buttered one hand lightly and slid it under the table to grip Hunt's cock in a greased palm. Weber buttered her other hand and they were in business...

If the sensations were great when her dry hand whispered along dry cocks, it went to fabulous as her greased palms closed on both pricks to give her under-the-table lovers wild action. Hunt strained up with an audible gasp of pleasure while Weber made a soft, delighted sound in his throat. Her fists pumped greasily on both cocks to make them throb in ecstasy. She felt the silken gloss of preseminal fluid near each cock head. Crystal's forehead went to a light sweat, while her cunt juiced in warm desire-feelings. Whatever Gunnar's game was, this was certainly a sexy way to start it! Hunt reached over and put a hand on her flat belly, then sent it down to dig for her cunt lips. She lifted a little and a long, male finger rode her opening pressing panties and dress tight in her box while she got her own friction thrills.

They hung there like three monkeys on a stick, jiggling a little and feeling the hot sexual responses to the covert Masturbation. It began to delight Crystal to realize that she could harvest both cocks and no one would be the wiser.

One of the bankers across the table called:

"Hey, Weber, you must really be looped. Your eyes look like marbles."

"Ge-ge-getting there!" gasped Weber. "All the good food... and drink..."

He was almost there, all right. His cock slogged in her hand, fussed and frictioned to the point of bursting. Hunt was not far behind, thrusting up his loins in a more and more open manner.

The danger was that in the crazing moment of explosion both Crystal's lovers might go out of control and create a scene. There was also the mess that the two wildly spurting cocks would create under the table.

"Are you guys all right?" asked the other banker of the two who were being masturbated.

Hunt patted his forehead with a napkin, using his left hand.

"Maybe a little jit-jittery. It's all that coffee."

"Face it," said Gunnar, "Leaf is more fun to kid than Crystal. These Scandinavians take life too seriously." He winked at Crystal.

"No," said Crystal. "This is just the old folks' side of the table. Leaf's only twenty-five."

They all laughed at that and the other two bankers happily devoted their attention to Leaf, one of them pinching her thigh so she squealed while the other kissed her neck and blushed at his daring.

Crystal could put off the inevitable no longer. She was half hot and shivering in delight while her two men were about to peak.

"The computer's going off line," she told Gunnar desperately.

"LOOK!" he cried. "Talk about celebrities. Isn't that the Mayor of New York that just came in?"

Heads swiveled while Crystal made her decision. She was caught in the game now. She felt a wild desire to top Gunnar's wildness. She slid off the banquette seat. She pulled the top of the tablecloth over her head. Suddenly she was in a gloom world of laps and legs, but there was plenty of room. In the murk the two cocks stuck up like beacons, each gleaming with the grease, looking dark, hard and dangerous.

Up above Gunnar kept the attention diverted. She heard his voice babbling on. She grabbed Weber's prick and sucked it into her mouth. She didn't have much time, so she gave him a hard demand pull. It was sheer ecstasy for that lucky individual. He almost rose in his seat, but she held his thighs down. The cock bucked in her mouth. She felt his sex freeze.

Up above, Weber gripped his glass as his body locked in an exquisite, taken spasm of muscles. He spurted fast, hot darts of male cum, fucking into Crystal's mouth beneath the table.

She almost died with delight at milking off the banker's cock.

"Oh, my goodness!" he cried softly, and gave his spurting liquid to her in hot bursts of pleasure.

As Crystal drank the exploding prick, she rubbed her own cunt and relished the hot, tight contact, getting reckless and careless. She moaned in joy and sucked greedily on the taken cock, determined to empty both males... and let smart ass Gunnar find a way to cover it.

Gunnar did. His hand shot out and set a full glass of ice water tumbling into Leaf's lap across the way. Leaf struggled up with a cry, her two partners coming with her, while all the attention went focused on her sexy little belly, where the men were happy to pat and rub with napkins.

Weber finished his spurts and sank back. Crystal gave his cock a farewell squeeze. Her mouth and throat were coated with rich, virile semen, and she was about to complete a fabulous serial suck, one cock right after the other.

Hunt had the advantage of knowing what was coming and shoved his prick into her mouth in wild delight. She was so startled she let him deep throat her for long moments while she held her breath. That was a wise decision.

His cock felt the smoothness of her indrawn cheeks as she sucked it into the soft slickness of her throat. It burned with wild pleasure as he sensed the deep penetration into the lovely face and body.

"Why... why not?" he gasped in heavenly awe, and let his semen go.

She pulled back so she could lightly munch on his prick meat as he gushed. The secret of a good cocksuck was to give the guy a fairly strong ride, because his loss of aggression in the passive act needed to be equalized by laying a heavy trip on him. A man had once told Crystal that good oral sex always left his cock with an ache afterwards, but it was all pleasure while it happened. The excitement was worth the later distress.

She milked Hunt hard. He went through exquisite pleasures, feeling his cock nerves thrilled beyond their limits, forcing the deep gut spurting reaction. He laid forceful squirts of crazed male pleasure into her mouth, which she drew out of him and swallowed in wild glee. Gunnar might've started this weird action, but she gave it a finish he never dared hope for.

Upstairs, Gunnar managed to keep the confusion going while pretending to help clear up the mess the spilled water created. There was such an uproar that a waiter and a busboy came running, which was fine for Crystal. Everybody stood up, milled around, tilting the table dangerously this way and that, so that she could reappear as if she'd slipped down momentarily and was recovering. She didn't know how Hunt and Weber managed to cover their open zippers and spent cocks, but they did. A few minutes later, order was restored, the party sat down again, all buttoned up, and she was filled with the rich spill of two consecutive cocks. She grinned at Gunnar in triumph.

Gunnar's wolfish face looked annoyed. She saw that he thought she'd carried the game too far... but that's what he got for putting this sort of demand upon her. He wanted her to secretly sex the two men under the table... well, she'd showed him how to do it right!

The only trouble was he had more jollies in mind for the rest of the evening!

"What do you mean... go to the company apartment?" she asked Gunnar angrily when they'd left the restaurant and he drew her aside while the others looked for a cab.

"Just that. I want us locked solid with Hunt and Weber. I can't have one without the other, because they're buddies. The other two don't count."

"I'm no hooker!" she protested bitterly. "I've already done too much for your friends."

"Oh, you'll put out," he told her. "I can make you too much trouble for you to refuse."

"I'm trying to help. You're going too far, Gunnar. You can't have unlimited license with my body, no matter how much blackmail."

He patted her round fanny. "Just tonight, dear heart."

She swung on him furiously, slapping his face with a blow that echoed.

"Not tonight! Not ever!"

His eyes blazed as he grabbed her arm. He told her that they were going to a company apartment that the bank maintained for out of town customers. He told her the address, as Hunt and Weber succeeded in pulling a cab to the curb. She jerked loose from him and began to run, which was possible since she wore a split skirt. Because of her heels she ran on her toes until her calves ached, losing Gunnar and his friends, losing herself in the nighttime crowds of the city that was never still. It felt good... as if she ran from her dangerous past and her even more dangerous present.

Gunnar was insane if he thought she would... 

She wished she'd gone on with Leaf and the other two for a tour of night spots. There'd be a lot of kidding and fast talk but nothing serious in sex would happen with that innocent group.

It took no great brains to see Gunnar was too reckless to ever pull off a successful computer theft. He was bright enough, but took sex too seriously. Her plans were infinitely subtle, carefully worked out so that she siphoned off small amounts and transferred the losses from one budget to another until it became a tax deduction. If a certain amount was going to be sent to the government in taxes anyway, nobody looked too closely at those deductions. It was already lost money. Whatever the company could save in deductions was most welcome.

The tax people seldom bothered with challenges of a few thousand dollars, especially when the whole company's financial affairs were serviced by a computer. Even tax people thought computers were honest.

She had poured over the company's complete financial set-up for long hours, preparing the way. Once her "Starshell" system started to operate, she was further protected that if a programmer challenged her special accounts she knew of it instantly and could wipe out that part of the computer's memory. Then it was merely a machine mistake, and everybody knew that computer start-ups always meant early mistakes. It took a long time for company executives to get used to a new computer and work the bugs out.

But Gunnar... too reckless... too impulsive. They were bound to get caught. It was bitter, bitter to have just set up everything so nicely and then have this madman nail her!

She walked a few more blocks, calming down, remaining lost in the misery of her entrapment. Then she hailed a cab and went to the address of the company apartment.

Gunnar expected her, the crud! He merely gave her his insolent grin.

"I knew you'd come, but I didn't know how long it would take."

"How did you know, Gunnar?" she asked wearily, defeated.

"You think I'm stupid, Crystal. The challenge is... if I'm stupid, you're smarter. If you're smarter, you should be able to outfox me, save yourself, shake me off, and come out clean."

"That's correct." Give him his points.

"I accept the challenge. Now take off your clothes."

"I will not!"

He caught her by the hand and led her into the apartment living room. The place was big, elegantly furnished, but impersonal. Hunt and Weber both jumped up with anticipatory smiles. She stood there like a fool, listening to an argument break out between the two friends as to who would be first. Talk about a girl being set up as a piece of meat! She spun on her heel to go, but Gunnar, who'd listened to the debate with a delighted grin, caught her arm.

"Crystal has a great idea as to how we can settle who's first," he said. "We simply turn off the lights and each man gropes in the darkness for the prize. The first one who catches her undresses her and takes off. I've already locked the doors so she can't cheat."

"WHAT!" she cried. "Why I never... that's ridiculous... you-you."

Even while she sputtered Gunnar slid to the walls and cut off the lights. The last thing she saw was the two faces of the astounded men, surprised as she was by Gunnar's game. Then she found herself in pitch blackness.

Hand it to Gunnar! He'd thought the whole thing out ahead... her protests, a way to get her stripped and into the action. The men were big and strong. They could strip her all right and probably fuck her, too. Gunnar didn't have to rough her up or do any of the dirty work.

"GUNNAR, YOU BASTARD!" she shrieked. Then she heard the whisper of movement and began to run around the big living room in desperation. The girl hunt was already on. She bit her lips against her rush of anger. If she was to save herself, she'd have to be quiet and clever. She immediately adjusted to the new situation, discarded her shoes, and tossed them on the rug for someone to trip over. Sure enough, Weber did almost at once. He and Hunt got a big kick out of this game, once the first surprise was over... calling to each other and laughing.

"I can see better than you in the dark, Hunt. You're a loser," said Weber.

"You move too slowly, Weber. You'll never make it," retorted Hunt.

The apartment was really pitch black. Gunnar must've arranged that ahead of time. The two bankers quickly caught on that talking and sounds of movement alerted their prey. Suddenly the room became very silent.

Crystal drifted toward the spot she was sure there was a door. Maybe if she pulled it back and crouched down...Dammit, here she was playing Gunnar's game. So were the others. Maybe he was smarter than she thought.

She heard the two men moving about the room, occasionally bumping into furniture and giving muttered curses. Then she was swept off her feet by strong arms. She knew at once it was Gunnar. He bore her swiftly through the door into a bedroom.

"Gunnar," she gasped. "How the devil."

"Smell," he said. "Your perfume."

The fight on the bed in the blackness was short and fierce. She inflicted a few scratches, and lost her clothes, every stitch, in about one minute. Gunnar, the beast, had already stripped and was hard, of course.

Gasping, she rested for a minute. "I think I can put you in jail for this," she said hotly.

"Sure you can," he said brightly. "Just go to the police and tell 'em who you are... and who I am."

"Damn you."

There was no more time for words. He pulled her, struggling on top of him, spread her legs, and jabbed his stiff cock at her cunt. She almost died of astonishment as he violated her. Why, her cunt was hot and wet- really flowing.

"Gunnar, you beast."

It was partly anger and partly a moan of pleasure. She'd been heated up at the restaurant and her hungers had not been fed. The emotional excitement kept her nerves keyed up. The darkness was what had turned her on, however. Who could resist getting excited when there was a sex game going in complete darkness?

He fucked up into her body and she felt her cunt welcome him with hot friction. On some animal level she did want the feel of a prick, dammit. It was the one weakness of spending so much of her time in brain activities... she forgot she had a body and that her body liked pleasure, never mind the moral source of it. She gave an exasperated laugh. "Gunnar, you know those two would wire me up."

"Only that it was probable. Ahhhh."

"You're cheating on your own game."

"Being second and third with you, honey, is as good as first with most women," he said coolly.

She relished his cock plunges, but also had no intention of giving him a lot of free pleasure. She decided that ten strokes would be luscious and quite enough. She stretched out on his big, nude body and kissed him, letting him enjoy full body contact. It also relaxed him.

"Maybe just this once." she gasped.

"I'm soooo ready, baby. I died all through dinner watching the others get it. But you were too wild with that suck at the end."

"Funny Hunt and Weber didn't complain."

He grunted. She thrilled... nine and TEN.

He was so relaxed now that she was able to jerk upwards, uncock him, and slip off of his body in the darkness all in a smooth motion. One second she was there and the next she was gone.

"Goodbye, Gunnar." she laughed.

She crouched down, going through the door. That was a mistake because she ran right into one of the other men. He had also crouched down to sweep the rug with his hand. While Gunnar cursed and fumed back on the bed, the second man seized her and stood her up right at the door jamb.

She had always heard it was possible to do it standing up. This was the first time in her life that anybody had tried it on her. He... it was Weber, the shorter man... just stood her against the wood and got between her legs.

"Why waste time?" he chuckled and drove his stiff cock up into her.

It shocked her to have a second male hardon ravage her within minutes. She felt herself pressed flat against the doorway and the thrill of Weber's round prick digging up into her.

"I'm not supposed to d-do this," she complained. "I'm a computer expert, not a."

KISSSSS. The meaty smacking sound resulted from his burying his mouth on hers. She surged against him in surprise, felt his deep cock penetration, and began to fuck off against him in spite of herself. With his hot tongue roaming around in her mouth and that sweet friction down below, it began to look like she was going to learn what a standing up fuck was. Imagine being stood up against the wall, naked, in total darkness, and being cock reamed by a man you hardly knew. It was so crazy that she got a little excited and moaned as she felt sexy rushes clear down into her legs and up her torso. They were doing it standing up, all right!

Gradually Weber folded into her arms, driving his prick up her as he took most of her weight. He was in his forties, yet he seemed to have superhuman strength to handle her. It was a tribute to her beauty that he developed all that power. He really wanted to ream it off in her and make her. His excitement added flames to her excitement.

She felt her nipples go into his devouring mouth as he ate her breasts greedily. Hot sensations shot down her body to give her that overall feeling of being completely fucked and taken.

"AH, GEORGIE," she gasped. "AH, MY GOD!"

What Gunnar had started, George Weber expanded, driving that hot prick into her and turning her on like fury. She gave a small leap and circled her legs around his hips so that he held all of her weight, with the happy result that his cock seemed to grind deeper into her body. She clung to him and turned him into her fucking machine.

"AHHHHH, SOOO GOOD!" she thrilled.

"Quiet," he hissed. But he was also groaning and moaning.

He felt strong enough to fuck the heels off this sexy woman even if she weighed three hundred pounds. Her Scandinavian beauty was fabulous, and he connected every bit of muscle and erotic fervor into his fuck.

They clung, keening, loins plunging, crazy hot, his rod reaming and digging into that tight, soft cunt, while she felt her body opened up as he whipped her to the first feelings of ecstatic orgasm. His grunts grew deeper. He, too, began to reach the hot, itching stage of glazing animal pleasure.

That was as far as they got, because Mr. Hunt heard the sounds and found them in the dark.

"You cheated!" he cried, his voice suddenly jumping at them from the dark. He grabbed George Weber and pulled him backwards with such force that he unsealed the sex coupling and Weber spun back into the darkness with a cry of anger and disappointment. Crystal whined at the loss of the sexy contact.

Henry Hunt caught her up and walked her across the living room in the blackness.

"Never mind, child. I can give you a better time than that meathead."

Their knees bumped into the long sofa, enabling Hunt to push her down on it to take his own turn.

Crystal was dazed. The hard struggle in losing her clothes to Gunnar had depleted much of her strength. The shock and good feeling of Weber's attack and successful penetration made her hungry for the relief of her aching vagina. It shamed her to think that a third man, inside of minutes, would penetrate her cunt, but as Hunt lowered his big body on her she thought it was easier to take him than to resist.

His cock was long and rock hard. There was a breathless moment while he spread her legs and found her cunt. Then he shoved with a happy grunt, giving her the hot feel of the third cock to invade her body in this wild experience. Just the same, the hot sexy rushes that had been interrupted resumed again.

"JUST DO IT, DO IT," she muttered.

"OH, BABY, BABY, YOU KNOW I'LL DO IT. I'VE WAITED ALL NIGHT FOR THIS CHANCE!" he hissed. As far as she could see there was no guarantee that he'd be anymore successful than Gunnar or George Weber. One or both of them could stop this action, and the whole thing could start over.

Yet she really began to relish the sex now. The sofa was soft and comfortable, the pitch blackness added sweet pleasure to the sex, as if she and Henry were doing something so naughty that it had to be done in darkness. Henry's plunging member was better than George's, or he used it better. Each hot thrust set her heart to pounding and her pleasure nerves to singing.

"YOU'VE G-G-GOT IT GOOD. KEEP IT GOOD," she encouraged him.

"You and me... we're special for each other," he told her. He brought his naked belly down on hers so she felt the hot seal of their nude bodies. Her nipples flamed as he resumed the suck George had started. Oh, they were sensitive!

"AH, UH, UH, UH," she gasped.

The lights came on. For several moments she wasn't aware, because her head thrust back, her loins drove with meaty, satisfying plunges against Henry's cock, and her eyes were closed. She savored the deep belly thrills of Henry's fuck and felt her body lifting, lifting to the incredible, impossible moment of orgasm.

She opened her eyes. Both Gunnar and George Weber stood there, watching. Neither one of them made any attempt to interrupt the action that Henry gave her. She stared at them through a thin haze of luscious passion, resenting a little their voyeurism, but too far gone to stop her part of the action. Henry, reveling in the springy, hard nipples, also paid no attention.

"Gunnar, you did this." she started.

At that point an ugly suspicion seized her, rushed to a horrible certainty, and she surged up against Henry in the realization of what had really happened.

"It's a con!" she cried. "It was a con game on me from the first."

"What's she saying?" asked Weber of Gunnar.

"Beats me," said Gunnar. "She does have a suspicious mind, though."

"You planned it all ahead. You knew I'd never agree to stripping and sex. The fight between George and Henry was... is... fake."

She had to stop now as Henry's prick made her grunt in ringing joy as he whipped her closer to orgasm.

"It was all planned," she went on. "Gunnar to strip me and turn me over to George, who'd lose me to H-Hen... Oh, oh, oh. HENRY HERE!"

"Why would we do that?" asked Gunnar patiently.

"I'd have no time to protest. I'd get all hot with the kinkiness of having three different guys c-c-c-cock into meeeee. Oh!"

"You see?" said Gunnar to George. "I told you she had a suspicious mind."

"Well, anyway, we might as well leave the two lovers in peace," said Weber. "I do like a cozy domestic scene."

"I'm not much for sentiment myself," said Gunnar. Then coolly he walked over naked to a chair and sat down. He picked up a newspaper and began to read it. His big cock was still stiff, but it disappeared behind the paper.

George was not so cool. He sat on the edge of another chair, watching them with hot eyes, occasionally jogging his hard prick with her dried juices on it, waiting his turn.

She wanted to laugh, she wanted to cry, she wanted to scream. Gunnar had plotted her emotional reactions as surely as a computer could chart a graph. He expected her to run and she did, after the dinner. He knew she'd come back to the apartment out of curiosity. He knew she'd resist a cold dive into sex and had invented an interesting game based on the fake argument between George and Henry to distract her while they ripped off her clothes and started the sex. What woman could resist being fought over? Henry had been the chosen winner from the first... and here she was, ta