Ike stepped out of the puddle of clothing at his feet and, still wearing his socks, walked the few steps to the couch, his pot belly shaking slightly and his incredible cock waving from side to side with each step he took. Kim gazed fearfully up into his eyes, realising at last what she had actually refused to admit to herself all through the incredibly pleasurable moments before: That he fully intended to have sexual intercourse with her, right here in his office, while somewhere downstairs her husband was trying to eke out a living for the both of them.
"Don't worry,baby," Harvey grunted. "You'll love it, and your little hubby will thank you for it someday." He ran his hands over her body for a while, savoring the feel of her perfect shape. Then he gently rolled her over onto her face and slowly tugged her into a kneeling position so that her hands and knees supported her weight and her lovely breasts pointed downward and her lovely buttocks pointed upward.
Ike moved up behind her, holding his massive cock in his hand and pointing it straight at the center of her sex. Her hot, succulent slit beckoned to him, drawing his cock to the center of her needing femininity. He parted the ample labia with his thumbs and moved the tip of his cock toward the tiny, wet opening. Then he paused. Kim was looking back over her shoulder, fearfully awaiting the penetration she knew was coming, her beautiful blue eyes wide with fear and wonder and, yes, desire. She closed those beautiful eyes and a fat tear squeezed out between her lids and rolled down her pink cheeks. She was still very aware of the import of what was about to be done to her, and she was terrified.