Her whole body shuddered as a blinding orgasm coursed through her veins. Her super sensitive clit twitched against the pressure of John's lips, and pussy muscles milked spasmodically at his plunging fingers.
"Fuck me, John...fuck me now for real."
Although he reveled in Jessica's powerful response, his own passion was reaching the boiling point. He could wait no longer to sink his horny cock in the juicy depths of her clenching cunt. In seconds, he replaced his mouth and fingers with the plump head of his burgeoning prick.
Jessica squealed once, her voice high and taut, as he savagely thrust his dick into her.
"Ram it to me," she demanded, clawing at his pumping ass. "Fuck me with your big cunt-plugging prick."
"You're getting every fuckin' inch of my cock, Baby," he rasped.
CHAPTER ONE
Jessica was naked, horny, and hungry for cock. She went to her knees, reaching for Tony's thick, jutting prick. Loving the way his meaty dick filled her hands, she spent long moments pumping her curled fingers along his wide cockshaft.
"Jesus, Jessie, don't keep me waiting...suck cock, baby," the big hairy man groaned.
She aimed an impish grin up at her boss. They were in front of Tony's cafe, her on a stool at the counter, him on the counter, legs thrust wide to give her easy access to his horny prick.
Only the dim glow from the corner street light saved the closed cafe from being totally dark. But it was light enough to treat her to a tempting view of his massive cock meat.
"I'm hungry for a big, juicy tube steak," she giggled.
"Gobble it up, baby," he urged throatily. "It's Grade A Prime."
Her fingers tightened around his pulsing prick. "Mmmmmm, it sure is, Tony."
She lowered her head, mouth watering at the prospect of having her mouth filled with his delicious dick. She licked her lips.
Tony gasped, then choked out a groan at the first wet contact of her tongue.
Jessica took her time, relishing the heady man-taste of his engorged dick. She ran her tongue up and down the swollen length of his cock, as if lapping at a huge lollipop. A moan trickled from deep in her throat as she circled the bulging head of his prick with the tip of her tongue.
"Sweet Jesus, Jessie...take it, get my cock in your mouth. Oh, fuck, I want to shove my dick right down your sweet suckin' throat."
Her cunt pulsed hotly at his words and she squirmed on the counter stool. She could feel her pussy juice oozing out, coating the slick vinyl stool seat.
She made a circle of her full pink lips, and nudged against his cockhead. Like a tight vise, she slowly eased forward, her lips clamping around his prick as it was fed into her mouth. Deeper and deeper she went, forcing more and more of his meaty prick into her mouth, into her throat.
The sensation made her wild. Lust clouded her senses, until reality shrank to the thrusting fullness of his dick as it disappeared between her wide-stretched lips.
Tony raised shaking hands to her head, working his fingers into the golden cascade of her hair. He curved his fingers around the back of her head, urged her closer.
She felt the full length of his cock pushing inside, and gloried in the stuffed feeling. Her mouth was crammed full of tasty prick, and it was a condition she absolutely adored!
"Suck cock, Jessie...suck my bone dry," he urged, in a voice husky with arousal.
Her deep blue eyes darkened with desire. She closed her eyes, savoring the erotic sensation. With one hand, she hefted, caressed, fondled the taut sac of his nuts. With the other she circled the base of his prick, holding him securely to let her piston her mouth on his big dick.
"That's it. . . oh, shit, that's just the way I like it," Tony gulped.
Jessica dipped her head again and again, pumping her face on the tall pole of his cock. The burly man began flexing his hips, creating a face-fucking rhythm that excited her beyond believing.
Time after time her mouth was plundered, thrust full of hard hot cock until his chunky cockhead banged the back of her throat. She gurgled with delight at his spearing prick, at the way it surged into her mouth, filling her.
Her passion rose like mercury in a thermometer, signaling a kind of fuck fever. She angled her hips as she sat, felt the swollen stub of her clit make contact with the slick, cream-wet stool seat. It made her heart pound.
As she sucked and lapped at his driving dick, she ground her cunt against the counter stool, rubbing her aching clit on the slickened vinyl. The juicy friction made her hotter than ever.
"Eat it all, cock-suckin' cunt," Tony grunted hornily. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna fuck you. . . gonna fuck your face with my big cock."
She moaned in eagerness, and felt the thrusting of his prick accelerate. His hips bumped along the countertop as he screwed her mouth with his engorged cock. He kept his hands cupped at the nape of her neck, and kept on slamming forward, burying his bone in her mouth.
Her tongue lashed out, licking at his pumping prick as it shoved inside again and again.
"Fuck, so good...so good with you, Jessie. Always will be."
For the space of a heartbeat, she stilled.
Resolutely she ignored the impulse to pull away, to tell him...tell him now. But the lust was too strong to ignore. And it would be cruel to tell him at this point. Cruel to him, cruel to her.
She concentrated on enjoying every erotic sensation of his face fucking. Her hips swiveled against the stool seat. Each grazing sweep made her ultra-sensitive clit throb even hotter.
Every nerve-ending in her body felt singed from the heat of her passion. Her blood ran thick and hot in her veins. Her tits felt full, swollen, juicily tender.
His hips shot forward, again and again. Each time, his cock crammed in her mouth to the limit, thumping against the back of her throat.
She could feel it approaching...the bone-melting explosion. She knew Tony's release was only moments away as well.
Sucking, licking, nipping at his invading dick, she raced toward the peak of pleasure, tumbled over.
"Aw, Jesus!" Tony clawed at her head, mashing her face against his musky crotch. His imbedded dick pulsed, erupted. At the moment the first heated spurt of cum flooded her throat, Jessica felt her cunt convulse. Waves of orgasmic delight poured over her body, just as Tony's sweet cum was pouring into her throat.
She gulped greedily, slurping up every juicy drop of his juice, swallowing hungrily.
His hands fell away as the tide eased, then stopped. He slumped back against the countertop, trying to control his ragged breathing.
"Jessie, baby, the absolute...best. . . fuckin' choice," he gasped.
She sighed, enjoying the heat washing through her body from her own climax. The counter stool felt slippery from the thick flow of her cunt cream coating it.
As they relaxed, she cradled his softening cock in her hand, gently stroking it.
"Tony, I...hell, lousy timing, I guess, but we've got to talk. I have to tell you something," she said softly.
He wouldn't meet her eyes. "Don't think I want to hear it, Jess."
She realized it wouldn't be a total shock. He had a good idea of what was coming.
"You got another job, right?" he grunted, trying and failing to keep his voice level.
She leaned over, kissed the soft crown of his cock. "No, but I'm looking," she said quietly. "I have an interview tomorrow."
He gave her a crooked grin. "Hell, babe, don't look so scared. I'm not pissed. Didn't figure you'd be here long. You got class, Jessie. Brains. Looks. Why waitress when you should be dolled up sittin' in some imagine office?"
Her affection for her brawny boss shot up another notch. "Thanks for being so good about it, Tony. I really needed the job when I came here, and you've sure been good to me. I didn't want to keep job hunting without you knowing. That didn't seem fair. But it's time to move on, do something new."
She gave his slowly thickening prick a playful tweak. "Besides . . . "
He chuckled lewdly. "Yeah?"
"Just because I won't soon be working here doesn't mean I won't be stopping back now and then to get one of your meaty tube sandwiches you know."
"I was sure hoping you'd say that," he grinned, getting excited again by her stroking, teasing fingers.
"That just whetted my appetite before," she smiled. "I'm ready for the main course now." His cock surged against her fingers, thickening, filling.
"Mmmmm, so nice, Tony. I want this big horse-cock of yours pumping away in my pussy like it was my mouth."
"The order's ready for delivery," he kidded her huskily.
Her pussy throbbed with a deep hollow ache. She let go of his massive dick and dropped down on the carpeted floor. Her legs drew up, fell apart.
The dim light made an exciting picture of sexy shadows and light from her golden cunt muff and glistening slit.
Tony swallowed thickly, dropped down between her widespread thighs. He reached out, cupped his palm over her cunt mound, rubbed it.
"Oh, oooohhhhh," she wailed. Her hips revolved, bumping against his hand in anticipation.
He breathed in her musky cunt smell and felt his cock twitch, as if urging him to explore the source of the sexy scent. Tony slid his hand down, fingers stiff, searching the sticky folds of her pussy.
"Oh, Tony, yes," she breathed, smiling at the rush of erotic longing that danced up her spine.
His long, strong fingers delved deeper, spreading the puffy lips of her pussy. The inner meat of her slit was wet, slick, exciting to the touch.
He chuckled as his fingertips grazed the fluttering mouth of her fuck-hole. "Greedy little cunt."
"Just anxious for that big dick of yours," she said with a giggle.
He stroked a finger into the waiting hole of her pussy, then a second, then a third.
Jessica moaned at the hard invasion into her heated fuck-hole. Her hips bucked spasmodically.
"Fuck me, Tony...shove your cock in my cunt."
He swirled his imbedded fingers, relishing the way her horny pussy milked at his hand, trying to suck in even more hard flesh.
"God, you're wild tonight, Jessie. Job hunting sure agrees with you...makes you one hot bitch."
"So douse the fire, stud...give it to me now," she wailed.
He pulled his cream-slickened fingers from the greedy grasp of her cunt hole. In an instant he was wedging his hips between her warm thighs.
Jessica moaned in horny delirium as she felt the huge knob of his rod nudging against her fuck-hole. It felt so good, so hot. She squirmed anxiously.
"Now, Tony, now. Fuck me!"
The swollen crown of his prick plopped inside the center of her cunt and she gave a wanton cry of erotic rapture. Tony shoved his hips forward, forcing inch after inch of heated cock meat into her cunt hole.
She shivered at the fantastic sensation of being so fully plugged with hot prick. The way his cock sliced into her cunt and surged deeper was incredibly exciting.
"More, more," she begged shamelessly. "Give me more of your big cock."
Tony shuddered hornily at the naked need in her voice. He grasped the taut curve of her waist with both hands, and jack-hammered his hips forward.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she yelped, body sliding along the nubby carpet as he slammed into her.
It felt as if a red-hot poker was being forced into the deepest recesses of her pussy. She quaked at the lusty sensation, and brought her legs up around his waist, locking her ankles.
Her cream-soaked cunt wrapped around his cock so sweetly. Tony thrilled to the feeling, the hot velvet clasp of her flesh around his.
"Fuck me, stud. Drive that monster dick of yours all the way."
He started sawing his body back and forth. His wet, thick prick sliced in and out of her clutching cunt, in hard deep strokes.
Tony grunted with each forward thrust, feeling his cock skewer deep inside the juicy depths of her agitated pussy. He eyed her jiggling tits, illuminated by the splash of street lamp light. The fleshy mounds were bouncing enticingly, each crowned with a taut pink nipple.
His mouth watered. He lowered his mouth, tongue out.
Jessica writhed hornily as he tongued her tits while pounding her pussy with his prick. She loved the rasping way his tongue tip slid over the fullness of each tit, curling up around the jutting peaks.
"Suck me, suck on my tits," she cooed throatily.
Tony growled hungrily, and settled his open mouth over one swollen boob. Her tight hard nipple poked at the roof of his mouth.
He washed over the tasty flesh of her tit with his tongue, then wriggled it over the nubbin of her nipple. He could feel the sexy stub grow even harder, longer, as he lapped at it.
"Mmmmmm, yes, just like that," she urged him huskily.
Her tit flesh filled his mouth. He suckled at her thick nipple, then brought the sharp edges of his teeth against the rubbery stub of flesh.
The sensation was like electric ripples skimming along her skin. She sighed, moaned, clasped his head to her swollen tit mounds.
Tony lavished attention on her big tits, sucking at her hard nipples in tempo with his cock thrusts. Their bodies slapping together made low, slurping sounds that excited them both.
"Good...so fuckin' good," she murmured brokenly.
Her thick blonde hair swirled out as she tossed her head from side to side in mindless motion, testimony to the power of her passion. Her mouth was open as she gasped for air, and her tongue came out again and again to lick at her dry lips.
He could feel the fuck force building in her, threatening to consume like fire. His own need was rising almost past bearing.
His back bowed, and his hips flexed. His engorged cock shot in and out of her slickened cunt with numbing power.
Like a drumbeat in double-time, the sensual tension between them expanded. Crotch met cunt in hard slaps. Her flesh was pierced, skewered, filled with his rock-hard prick.
The carnal rhythm of their fucking intensified as each grasped for the brass ring of bliss.
"Harder...harder, faster," Jessica moaned, her voice raw with erotic need.
His cock flashed in, sinking ball-deep, then pulled away to repeat the frantic stabbing. He gasped with excitement at the way her agitated pussy clasped around his dipping dick.
She climaxed in waves of pleasure as he gnawed on her fleshy tit tips. The heat billowed through her body, washing along her skin with pleasing warmth.
Tony shuddered heavily. Her crazed convulsing was taking him past the edge.
"Aw, Jesus...Jessie!" he yelped, as the coiling fire within him exploded.
Jessica cooed with rapture at the hot jets of cum that blasted into her pussy. She felt filled, awash with sweet cum that flowed so deep in her churning cunt. Her pussy pulsed rhythmically in time with the hot bursts of juice from his erupting prick.
"Good...God, that's a good feeling," she murmured faintly, "Having your cum fill me up...so, so good."
As their excitement eased, they fell apart. Tony reached over, cradled a hand over her sticky cunt mound.
"Just remember, Jess...if you get tired of that white-collar-world you're aiming for, you can always come back here," he paused, then grinned and added, "and dish it out for me!"
CHAPTER TWO
Jessica was ready for anything as she approached the large, attractive stucco building that housed Graham Real Estate. She knew she looked her best; she knew she had the qualifications for the job; she knew she wanted the position...badly.
Mentally she went over her image, and decided she would have the job if looks were an issue! The sleek, tailored lines of her dress gave it a business-like style, yet the thin pastel-colored fabric made it seem quite feminine.
Feeling confident, sexy, and excited, she entered the business and looked around. At first, the place appeared to be deserted. The reception area, with its desk and variety of easy chairs, was empty.
Jessica peered down the corridor leading from the desk and saw several doors, but heard nothing that would indicate that she was not alone.
She checked her watch, saw she was definitely on time, then called out hesitantly, "Hello? Anyone here?"
Instantly, a door at the end of the hallway opened, and an attractive dark-haired man came out, walking toward her. As he came up to her, Jessica couldn't help but notice how his gaze quickly moved over her body in an assessing way.
She met his rakish grin with a smile, and introduced herself. "I'm Jessica Bradley. I have an appointment with Mr. Graham."
He looked startled for a moment, then grinned widely. "Ah, the job. As for your, uh...interview, well, I'm Mr. Graham. Joel Graham. Let's go to the conference room for our talk. That way, we won't be disturbed."
At first, she found Joel to be all business as he explained the various duties of the position and different aspects of the business. Instinctively, though, she knew he was still very much aware of her as a desirable woman, even if his words were strictly professional.
The job sounded interesting and enjoyable, and the salary excellent. She explained her working background, the goals she had. Joel seemed satisfied with all of it.
"Well, Jessica," he said, rising from the chair he'd taken by the huge conference room table, "I think you're definitely the right person for the job. It's yours if you want it."
"Oh, I do!"
"It's settled then," he said with a smile. "When can you start working?"
"How about tomorrow?"
"Terrific." He walked over to the handsome built-in shelves containing a well-stocked bar. "Now, to celebrate. What would you like, Jessica?"
"Oh, I don't know," she replied. Then she gave him an impish, slightly sensual smile. "I like just about everything...surprise me, Joel."
He glanced at her sharply, caught her look and smiled in return. He quickly made a couple of drinks, and she walked over to take hers from him. Joel held the glass aloft in a mock-salute.
"To Graham Real Estate's newest and...sexiest employee."
They touched glasses and sipped from their drinks, their gazes locked as an almost electric sort of tension moved between them. Jessica knew how excited she was getting; she could feel the flares of lust moving within her body. From the look in Joel's eyes, he was getting just as aroused. She felt a passion so strong it was far too late to turn back. She didn't even want to.
"You think I'm sexy?" she asked him softly.
Joel took the glass from her hand and set it aside. "Very, very sexy. Can't you see that for yourself?"
Her eyes dropped, and she gasped at the tempting bulge of cock outlined in his slacks.
Deliberately and slowly, Joel reached around her, pulling down the back zipper of her dress. As it opened, he pushed the dress down over her shoulders, then eased it below her hips. The dress fell to the carpeted floor of the conference room, and Jessica kicked it aside.
She wore only the tiniest of pastel-colored panties, and a flimsy lace bra. Her flesh was vibrantly warm to the touch, and Joel felt a shiver run down her spine as he deftly unhooked her bra. As it slipped away from her body, Jessica reached for his hands, guiding them to her huge, hot tits.
She pressed his palms tightly against her firm, warm jugs and squirmed, pushing her mounds of tit flesh against his hands.
Jessica groaned at the contact, a low savage sound of animal pleasure. "Mmmmmm, that's good. So nice...squeeze my tits."
"I had an idea you were a hot piece," he rasped as she thrust strongly against him. "You're hot now, aren't you, Jessica? Hot and ready for fucking."
"Yes, oh yes," she moaned lustily.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he teased her, his voice warm and harsh. "Do you want me to shove my cock in your juicy pussy? You want it, want my cock badly, don't you?"
"God, yes! "she wailed. "I really do want to fuck you."
Joel moved his hands until he could grasp her swollen nipples between his fingers. She shuddered and gurgled happily, stirred to greater heights of passion by the pain-laced pleasure.
"You want my big dick, don't you, baby?' he asked her again, grunting as he fought his own rising lust. "You want to be fucked hard and fast, right?"
Jessica didn't answer his questions. The sharp hiss of her breath and the frantic, eager way she slipped a hand between them to clutch the distended bulge of his cock was answer enough.
She closed her slim fingers over the plump pouch of his prick and balls and gripped him tightly. Jessica marveled at how his cloth-covered cock filled her hand so completely.
"Tell me," she begged, "what you're going to do to me." She unzipped his fly with incredible dexterity and slipped her hand into the opening, grasping his strong hard dick.
"I'm going to fuck my cock up your cunt so far you'll think it's coming out your throat," he challenged. "I'll shoot my load of juice in your hot pussy and make you lick the cunt cream and cum off my prick."
"Ooooohhhhh, you make me want your big bone so badly," she bawled.
Her fingers flew, nearly ripping off his clothes in her urgency. Within seconds she had Joel stripped naked, and she gloated over the superb strength of his body.
The massive thrust of his naked cock thrilled and excited her to a fever pitch. She could feel her cunt juices soaking through the tiny wisp of nylon binding her hips. The hollow ache in her cunt practically begged for the fierce lunge of his dick.
Joel gave up trying to contain his raw lust and ripped the flimsy strip of nylon from her hips with brutal force, exposing the glinting gold of her cunt. Immediately he detected the scent of her ripe womanly pussy.
"Yeah, you're ready," he growled. "You were made to be fucked and that's exactly what I'm going to do to you...fuck the shit out of you!"
Eyes heavy and glazed with desire, Jessica sobbed hoarsely, "Stop your damned talking and fuck me."
Joel pulled her to him roughly, lifting her as he knocked her legs out from under her. Holding Jessica firmly against the lean length of his body, he laid her on the cushiony carpeting and knelt between her wide-spread legs. For an instant, his eyes feasted on the glistening pink of her pussy, and he licked his lips.
His hot gaze was almost palpable, and Jessica squirmed under his lurid scrutiny. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, and only he had the means of quenching her ravenous blaze. But he lingered, devouring her juicy snatch with his eyes.
"God, Joel, don't do this to me," she begged. "Give me what I need, what I want. Fuck me, fuck me...fuck me now."
He heard the desperation in her voice, and rudely thrust his cock into the clutching hole of her cunt with a single rapid stroke.
"Aaaaiiiieeeee!"
Jessica's eyes rolled back, and her body spasmodically jerked at the savage assault he made on her tender young pussy. His cock was buried ball-deep in her creaming hole, stretching wide her soft cunt channel.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she squealed.
"Damn, your cunt's so tight," he groaned. "As tight as if you were still a cherry."
Jessica was consumed with red-hot passion, seized by the elemental force of her arousal. She writhed and twisted beneath Joel, her hips lifting and accepting eagerly the driving thrust of his huge hard prick.
"Ball me," she wailed. "Give me all you've got."
Joel gave her every pussy-reaming inch of his cock in an ever-increasing fucking rhythm. He pounded into her cunt swiftly, enjoying the pulsing grip of her tight, wet cunt muscles as they milked his dick.
"Oh, you sweet fucking bitch," he grunted.
Jessica was flying high, intoxicated with the sensual delights of his fierce fucking. The way he was balling her was overwhelmingly exciting. If this was any indication of the fringe benefits she could enjoy at Graham Real Estate, they could forget the salary...she'd even pay them! No amount of money could compensate for this exquisite fucking pleasure, and it whetted her appetite for more...more.
Joel's continued screwing of her agitated pussy had an electrifying effect on Jessica. She screamed shrilly as she was gripped in the vise of multiple orgasms.
Again and again she climaxed, the seething heat flowing through her veins as her dripping pussy twitched and quivered.
Joel groaned with his own approaching climax and fucked into her even harder and faster. Then he, too, tensed and erupted into a molten flow of lava-like cum. Thick spurts of milky cum blasted deep into her pussy, coating her cunt walls with its thickness.
His chest heaving, he rolled out and away from her. Then he curled his fingers in her hair and began to pull her head toward his sticky, musky-smelling crotch.
"Come on, baby. Lick me off," he growled. "I told you I'd make you clean the cunt juice and cum from my cock and I meant it. Hop to it, Jessie...lick off my prick."
She realized he meant exactly what he said. "Well, that was okay with her, she thought with a giggle. It certainly didn't turn her off, just the opposite.
Willingly, even eagerly, Jessica let Joel push her face against the warm, sticky cock. Her tongue lashed out, licking at the rubbery texture of his prick. She could taste the distinctive flavors of his milky cum and the juice from her own pussy, and savored the exotic treat. Jessica enjoyed the flavorful feast and soon had his cock licked clean, and once more turgid and pulsing with passion.
"Hot bitch," Joel chuckled.
She lifted her face. "I can always stop."
He knew she was joking, but groaned anyway. "God, no...don't do that."
The door to the conference room swung open abruptly, and they both jumped. Standing in the doorway, filling it with his sheer animal presence, was a tall, dark man.
A man in a towering rage.
CHAPTER THREE
"God damn it, Joel! What the hell do you think you're doing?" the man bellowed.
"Well, seems to me I'm having my cock sucked by this sweet young thing," Joel answered insolently.
Jessica hastily leaned away, felt warmth flushing her cheeks. She kept her eyes averted.
The big man in the doorway took a deep, harsh breath, audibly trying to control his fury. His voice lashed out again, "I can see that, Joel. I've warned you about bringing your bitches here, making this agency your fuck palace. Jesus, you didn't even lock the goddam door...anyone could have walked in here!"
"Anyone didn't," Joel answered smoothly.
"You did, big brother. . . just you. So what's the beef?"
Jessica swung her head, staring at the man in the doorway. His brother! Now that she looked closely, she could see the resemblance, more in bone structure and coloring than anything else. The older brother was thicker in build, with an obviously more forceful manner, while Joel seemed more playful, was built leaner.
"I...I'm the new receptionist," Jessica blurted, then realized how weird the statement sounded in the present circumstances.
"She sure is," Joel added, grinning up at his older brother. "I. . . uh, conducted the interview. She's well qualified, and hired." He slanted a teasing grin at Jessica. "Jessie, meet the boss...older brother, John Graham. John, Jessica Bradley."
Jessica looked shocked as she stared at Joel. It was clear now that he wasn't the Mr. Graham she'd been told to see, and he had merely taken advantage of the situation. Not that she had minded, she smiled ruefully.
"Just what kind of set-up is this?" John barked, striding into the room.
Jessica edged away at the chill anger in his smoky gray eyes. "What. . . what do you mean?"
He laughed. It was a hard, ugly sound. "I mean, Miss Bradley, this job hadn't been advertised in the paper yet. And yet here you are, supposedly interviewing for it."
He swung to Joel. "Did you even bother to check her out, Joel? How in the hell do you know Prescott isn't behind this?"
The look she gave John was frankly bewildered. "Who's Prescott?"
He stared at her for a long moment, then frowned.
"Carleton Employment Services sent me," Jessica added, faltering a little at his fierce look. "My girlfriend works there and told me about this. I didn't have an interview set up officially, she just said to get over here and talk to you. I didn't realize the job hadn't been advertised yet. She was doing me a favor, I guess...giving me first crack at it."
"See, big brother," Joel sneered. "Looking for intrigue as usual."
"You know damned well Prescott is capable of it," John retorted. He stared at Jessica, and seemed to really notice her. Notice her nakedness, her lush curves. To see her as a wanton, willing woman. He just as obviously liked what he saw.
She was still mystified as to the person named Prescott, and what it had to do with this. Surely one of them would tell her what was going on. Eventually. If not, Jessica told herself, she'd ask!
Joel saw the look of surprised lust in his older brother's eyes and grinned triumphantly. He knew that although John was the real business force, he had his lusty side too, and reveled in it whenever he wished. The two of them were quite different in their physiques and temperaments, but they shared a healthy, horny libido. Joel looked at Jessica and saw how her eyes mirrored the sexy gleam in his brother's eyes.
He shrugged; it wouldn't be the first time they'd shared a cunt.
"Shut the door and lock it," Joel urged his brother. "Join us. Jessie's willing enough, aren't you, baby?"
She looked from one to the other uncertainly. Then the naked need in John's eyes decided her.
"Yes.. . oh yes."
Jessica scrambled over into a kneeling position that brought her ass high into the air in John's direction. "Fuck me," she invited huskily. "Fuck me, boss."
John stood there, looking at the lewd display of pussy and ass she eagerly offered. His gaze followed the twin mounds of her ass cheeks to the pink gash of her pussy, now wetly glistening.
As he watched, Jessica spread her knees farther apart. The increased pressure from her thighs forced the large puffy lips of her cunt to fall apart slowly, revealing the pink inner crevice and fuck-hole.
John kicked the door shut and reached over to turn the lock. He started pulling at his clothes, his gaze never leaving the blonde's revealed cunt slit.
Once naked he kneeled, positioning his thick muscular body behind her up-thrust ass, and ran his hands up over the rounded cheeks of her butt.
"Uuuummm," Jessica moaned lustily.
He edged closer, touching the head of his rampant cock to the wide-spread lips of Jessica's pussy, sending Shockwaves of desire pounding through them both. Easily and smoothly, John's fat cock slid into the taut opening of her fuck-hole.
"Aaahhh, that's what I wanted," she cried. "Get your cock all the way in me...fuck me now...fuck my hot cunt."
John pulled her toward him, impaling her on his raging length of cock. As the velvet sheath of her pussy closed around his hard prick, he groaned, his voice thick and coarse with passion. The aroma of her cunt wafted up, overwhelmingly strong. And the moist, bubbling sound of their fucking excited them both.
Jessica squirmed against him, brazenly pushing her cunt even farther against his skewering dick. She was conscious of Joel's presence, knowing he was watching and thoroughly enjoying the spectacle of her being royally fucked by his older brother.
Through slitted eyes, Jessica saw a huge, angry-red cock moving toward her face as Joel positioned himself at her head. It seemed she would be stuffed with cock at both ends, by both brothers.
"C'mon, Jessie, babe," Joel crooned. "Suck my cock...open those sweet cock-lovin' lips."
She couldn't resist the erotic lure of the man's gorgeous prick. With a murmur of assent, she opened her mouth.
Dipping her head a little to the side, Jessica eagerly gobbled Joel's thick chunk of cock. His hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her sensuous sucking motions in the way that pleased him best.
She experienced a shocking flare of passion at the exotic, masculine taste of his prick. Before, she'd enjoyed the individual flavors of his cum mingled with her own cunt cream. Now, she was tasting pure cock meat. And it was delicious.
John regained her attention momentarily with a ferocious assault on her steamy cunt. Viciously, he fucked into her, straining to sink every single inch of his horny cock in the depths of her churning pussy.
Jessica gasped, and Joel's cock slipped from her warm wet mouth. John ripped into her pussy once more, and she sobbed, "Christ, John! That cock of yours is incredible. It makes me want to do things I never did before. Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhh!"
She gasped again. "Deeper, you pussy fucker. Drive your cock deeper. I want to feel every fuckin' inch of that prick meat shoved in my pussy."
As Joel wedged his aching dick back in the damp softness of Jessica's mouth, John renewed his carnal plundering of her pulsing pussy. The tender flesh of her fuck-hole gripped and milked his plunging prick. , Jessica arched her hips a little, effectively positioning the distended nubbin of her juicy clit against John's hard-driving dick. The increased friction on her clit was exhilarating. Happily she gurgled her pleasure around the meaty mouthful of cock lodged in her throat, sucking sexily on Joel's thick prick.
Her tongue flicked out, mapping the sturdy contours of Joel's big dick. She licked and lapped at the bulging vein lining his prick, and circled the plump crown, imbedded in her throat. His harsh sighs and moans increased her excitement, and she sucked his cock wetly, noisily.
Jessica felt the burning tingles that signaled her approaching climax. Though she tried to hold it off, and build her pleasure, rocketing waves of orgasm splintered from the fiery pit of her pussy.
"Aaaaahhhhh," she moaned, automatically sucking Joel's cock deeper.
John growled, a coarse sound. He gave a violent lunge into her churning cunt. She quaked again at the way his swollen bone kept pummeling at the tender flesh of her pussy, faster, harder, deeper.
John's hips slammed against her ass, wilder with each cock stroke. Then he cried out, and let loose a flood of torrid cum, soaking her fuck-hole in rapid spurts.
"Aaaaawwww, shit...Jesus, it's good," he growled, straining against her.
Spurred by his brother's vocal pleasure, Jessica's quivering ecstasy and his own raging need, Joel fucked her mouth with long fast strokes of his prick. The warm wetness clamped around his engorged dick, and he felt the boiling building.
As Jessica thrilled to the deep-filled sensation of her cunt filled with John's juice, Joel flexed against her face and erupted as well, shooting squirts of milky cum into the deepest recesses of her throat.
"Drink it up," Joel cried hoarsely, shoving his hips against her face. "Drink my cum."
Jessica was a mass of jangled nerves, her mind reeling from the overload of erotic sensations. The captivating tingles from her twitching cunt, her cum-slick throat and aching, passion-swollen tits combined to push her to a carnal, trance-like daze of pleasure.
She let it wash over her, warming every cell in her body.
"Damn, one great suck," Joel muttered, rolling over away from her, sprawling on his back.
Behind her, she heard John gasping, trying to control his ragged breathing as he pulled his softening prick from the clasp of her fuck-hole.
Then she felt warm breath on her exposed pussy and ass, felt John's hot lips kissing and licking at her.
"Mmmmmm, excellent," he murmured, after he gave lots of oral attention to her pert ass and soaking wet slit. "If you can handle the job as well as you can handle a cock, Jessica, you're going to be the most valuable asset the company has."
She dropped to the carpeted floor, her knees feeling suddenly weak and ready to give way. She met John's smiling gaze.
"Don't you worry, boss," she sighed. "I can handle the job even better."
John made a sound of mock disbelief. "Jesus, I don't think it's possible."
Jessica merely smiled at him. A supremely confident, witchy-woman smile. "Just wait and see."
John rose and started dressing with an aggressive purposefulness that she would soon discover an inherent part of his personality. A man of action, she thought, watching his economy of motion in dressing.
He caught her look and smiled. "Business calls, unfortunately." He looked at his brother. "One of us must hustle the bucks, Jessica, and my brother is much more adept at spending it than making it."
Joel chuckled, not at all put out, it appeared, by his brother's, assessment of his character.
John added, "I take it the details of the job are all settled...the hours, your salary, the details of the work you'll handle?"
She nodded, paused, hesitating, then added. "What about...Prescott? What was that all about. . . before, when you came in?"
She saw the two brothers exchange a look. It intrigued her.
Then John shrugged. "We'll fill you in on all that when you start work tomorrow. Don't worry, it was a mistake, thinking he'd sent you. A natural mistake, perhaps, under the circumstances...but a mistake."
He stopped, raking his eyes over her glistening, naked body as he reached behind him to click open the lock, and turn the doorknob. She caught her breath at the hot, possessive way his gaze lingered on her flesh...as intimate as a caress. Just as real.
Then John smiled. "Welcome to the staff, Jessica."
After he'd gone, closing the door behind him, she looked over at Joel. He lay sprawled on his back, but not everything was horizontal. Not his hard-again cock.
"Climb aboard, baby," he invited her huskily. "Time enough to work tomorrow...today we play!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Jessica was eager to get to work the next day. Even though she was again early, this time she found the offices of Graham Real Estate well populated.
Smiling at the three young men seated at desks and working with heavy, impressive-looking volumes, she waltzed down the hallway and entered John Graham's office.
He, too, was busily looking through a huge stack of folders. She gave him a cheery greeting, and he immediately stopped working and rose from his desk to come around to her.
"Ah, Jessica...prompt, yet still looking wide-awake and lovely," he murmured softly, his gaze washing over her body.
She felt a flush of pleasure, both at his compliment and in remembering the wild fucking they'd shared the day before. It was one big reason why she was so eager to come back this morning. She hoped for the chance of a repeat performance...and soon.
He cupped a big hand over one of her tits, squeezing, feeling how her nipple immediately reacted, hardening against his palm.
"Duty calls, dammit," he grunted, rubbed her tit through the thin fabric. "Wish to hell it didn't, but. . . "
His hand fell away. "Better get you settled in, I guess," he sighed, escorting her back to the front area of the building. "Steve, Nick, Bob," he called out, and the men looked up with obvious interest. "I'd like you to meet our new employee, Jessica Bradley."
He waved a hand at each man as he spoke. "Jessica, that tall blonde eyeing you so avidly is Nick. He handles sales...as does Steve here. Steve also handles some of the limited insurance work we do. And, that guy, trying to conceal his lewd thoughts about you, no doubt, is Bob, our bookkeeper."
The man he indicated flushed bright red, and ducked his head, averting his eyes. She smiled impishly, and said, "Hi, Bob...it's going to be a pleasure working with you." The man flushed even deeper at the sensual huskiness she'd put in her voice. Then she smiled at the other two men. A smile that promised much.
She couldn't help but notice how true John's statement about Nick's interest was. He was looking at her in an erotic way that played havoc with her cunt itch. While the other man, Steve, watched her appreciatively, he couldn't match the challenging stare of the tall blonde realtor.
John stood by silently as the men and Jessica indulged in the somewhat stilted conversation of strangers. He knew that Nick would probably take the very first opportunity to fuck Jessica. He also knew the treat that was in store for the man.
John finally reclaimed her attention and showed her the rest of the agency's layout, including her own desk in the reception area. After instructing her on the use of the multi-line switchboard phone system, he told her he would soon be leaving.
"We are all in and out all day," he said. "So you'll have to get used to taking messages for all of us."
"Surely, I'D have more to do than that," Jessica protested. "I want to make a real contribution to the firm."
John laughed. "Don't worry, Jess, you'll have plenty to do and before very long. We get walk-ins too, of course, and there will be forms and letters to type for all of us. Hopefully, the business will soon pick up as well."
She looked at him inquiringly. He gave a slight shrug and answered her unspoken question.
"Don't get the idea we're going under," he said. "One other firm in town is giving us quite a run for the money lately. Prescott Realty. Ol' Roy Prescott is one wily old fox. We seem to end up competing for all the choice properties in town. But things are picking up, and I think soon we'll outdistance him."
Understanding a little better the reference before to Prescott, she smiled at John with confidence. As dynamic and forceful as her boss was, she couldn't imagine how any 'wily old fox' could get the better of him.
After John went back to his office to finish up his work, Nick and Steve moved in on her. They vied for her attention with jokes and funny stories of past transactions in the business. She saw how Bob hung on every word, every gesture she made, but remained at his desk in the corner. Jessica smiled to herself. One of these days she was going to give the meek little bookkeeper an idea of what to do with his ledger!
With obvious reluctance, Nick and Steve soon left to keep appointments. Bob followed in their wake, mumbling something about taking an early lunch. Soon after, John left on business of his own.
Idly, Jessica wondered about John's brother and partner. Joel hadn't shown up at all, and nobody even mentioned him.
Thinking back to her lusty interview with him the day before, and some of the comments John had made about him, Jessica came to the conclusion that Joel spent more of his time playing than working.
The time passed slowly for her. She made one appointment for a woman who had walked in, seeking a small house to buy or rent, with option to buy. She took messages from the few phone calls that came in and left the slips on the appropriate desks.
Finally, with nothing left to do, she sat at her desk and leafed through some of the out-dated magazines left by the chairs in the reception area.
The door opened, and Jessica looked up happily, ready for any sort of diversion at that point. She gave a tiny gasp at the imposing man striding toward her desk.
He was fairly tall, thickly built, and flawlessly dressed in a form-fitting three-piece dove gray suit. He walked with superb confidence, and the proud tilt of his head spoke of extreme poise.
She guessed him to be in his mid to late fifties, although he looked and acted younger. He had a full head of gleaming, pewter gray hair, adding to his distinguished appearance. Clear, piercing blue eyes met hers.
Jessica swallowed and sat straighter in her chair. The action caused her firm tits to thrust forward against her silk blouse in a delightful way, and the man's gaze dropped to the appealing fullness of her boobs.
"May I help you?" she asked faintly.
"Oh, yes, I believe you may," he said, with a throaty chuckle. "I'd like to see Mr. Graham. John Graham."
"Oh. Well, he's not here. . . uh, did you have an appointment?" she floundered, intrigued against her will by the sexy male.
"No, I didn't. You're new, aren't you?" he asked smoothly.
"It's my first day," she admitted.
"Smart move," the man commented, looking her over. "Smart move on John's part, I must admit. Since you're not all that settled in, how would you like to have whatever they're paying you here doubled?"
Jessica gasped, then frowned at him suspiciously. "What? Who are you?"
"Roy Prescott's the name."
She jumped, remembering her earlier conversation with John. Roy Prescott...their highly competitive 'wily old fox.' "
"Do...do you mean you're offering me a job?" she finally managed to gulp.
He moved even closer, towering over her in a way that made her decidedly uneasy. Fervently, she wished for John to walk through the door.
"Why?" she asked, licking her lips nervously.
He stared at her steadily. "Because I want you." Smiling at her look of shock, he added, "And what I want, I usually get. In one way or another."
Jessica flushed as a lewd thought flashed through her mind. In that one moment, she wondered what kind of fuck the man would be. If he was as impressive at screwing as he was now, fucking him would be unbelievably exciting.
She was at once conscious of the damp warmth growing in her eager pussy, and wondered if the man realized the direction of her thoughts.
The lusty gleam in his eyes seemed to prove that he'd read her reaction correctly, and she squirmed in her chair. She jumped as he leaned forward, and tucked a stray curl of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Graham's a lucky man," he commented, his eyes darting into the low vee of her silk blouse. "You not only dress up an office, you seem quite competent and eager. To work, that is. And the customers would certainly find you attractive and appealing. Yes, you'd be an asset in this business, so I repeat my offer. Double your salary. . . plus, certain...um, fringe benefits I think you'll find enjoyable. . . come work for me!"
The offer was interesting, but money wasn't the only reason she'd taken this job in the first place. Jessica realized she already felt a loyalty to Graham Real Estate. She also felt a totally feminine urge to let this man know this time he wasn't getting what he wanted...at least, not now, not so easily.
"Thank you for your offer, Mr. Prescott," she said smoothly. "But I'm quite happy with my job here. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to get back to."
Prescott shrugged, and she got the impression he half-expected her refusal and wasn't defeated by it in the least.
He certainly had confidence, she had to admit. But he made no move to leave, and instead, sat on the edge of her desk and leaned toward her.
"You may yet change your mind," he smiled. "But we'll leave that issue for now. So, if you don't wish to work for me, how about fucking me?"
"Mr. Prescott!"
He gave a cynical-sounding laugh. "Don't play the innocent with me, young lady. There's a wanton look to you...the way you move your body, a certain carnal glint in your pretty blue eyes. You're one hot fucker, I imagine...I'd like to find out."
He reached out to trace the outline of her lacy bra through the sheer fabric of her blouse. His finger circled the stubby outline of her hard nipple and a tremor rippled through her pussy.
"Let's fuck," he said gruffly.
Jessica closed her eyes, swaying against the insistent pressure of his hand. She was hot, so very hot and horny. The way he wanted to ball her was so tempting. She wanted to give in...wanted it very much. But her allegiance to her attractive, lusty boss was stronger, at least for the moment.
Jessica's chair clattered and almost overturned as she quickly moved away from the older man and stood facing him. She was breathing fast, and a faint blush stained her cheeks.
"Get out of here!" she cried.
For the first time, Prescott's poise seemed to slip a little. She caught a look of sheer rage before his mask of sophistication once more slipped back into place. Giving her a cat-full-of-cream smile, he stood.
"I'll give you this round, pet," he chuckled. "But that's all."
He started toward the door and just before leaving, turned to face her once again. "Just remember, sweet, what I want, I get. One way or another. I want you, and I'll fuck you one of these days. How it is done is up to you. Either you will eventually take me up on my offer, or. . . "
She blinked. "Or?"
"Or," he finished, with steely eyes riveted to hers and a slightly threatening tone in his voice, "I will do everything in my considerable power to force Graham Real Estate out of business...and thus eliminate the position that you hold in this company as well!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Still trembling, Jessica jumped when the door opened a few minutes later. John walked in and stopped short when he saw her pale, tense face.
"Jesica...what's wrong?"
She hurried from behind her desk and into his arms, finding a comfort there she didn't even question. She savored the warm strength of his embrace. Soon her trembling eased, and once more he asked her what was wrong.
"Oh, John, it was awful. That man...that insufferable, arrogant man!"
"What man?"
"Roy Prescott," she gulped. "He came in, just left a few minutes ago. He offered me a job with his company, and when I refused he asked if I wanted to...to fuck him instead."
John looked startled, then faintly amused. "Sounds like Prescott," he mumured wryly.
"He said he always got what he wanted, one way or another. And he wanted to fuck me!" she wailed. "Then when I refused both...offers, well, he said if I don't eventually give in and go to work for him, or to bed with him, he's going to try to run you out of business."
John caressed her back slowly, and her agitation took on a different nature. The momentary lust she'd experienced from Prescott's fondling was rekindled by John's warm caresses.
"Calm down, honey," he urged her softly. "Nothing really happened, after all. As for Prescott's threat. . . well, we'll see about that. I'm not going to let him just ruin the business, and I mean to encourage you to stay right here."
She looked up at him. "I hope so."
"I think you're entitled to a little special attention after your upset," he said. "Let's go out to lunch."
Jessica felt herself relaxing as they locked the office and walked to a nearby restaurant. It was dimly lit, quiet, intimate, with a meandering floor plan that allowed tiny booths to be tucked away in private alcoves. It was to one of these almost-hidden booths that John led her. A waitress appeared immediately and took their orders for lunch, then reappeared moments later with their drinks.
Jessica took a sip and sighed as she leaned back against the thickly padded leather. The booth was small, she and John sitting beside each other, their thighs just touching.
She raised her glass and looked sideways, grinning at him. "Here's to Graham Real Estate, and its renewed success." John clinked his glass against hers. "And to foiling the plan Prescott has, including the plan to fuck you!"
She giggled at that, and finished her drink soon after. At once, John ordered another round for both of them. By the time their light meal arrived, Jessica was feeling just the tiniest bit tipsy. And decidedly horny.
As they ate, she relived the wanton balling they'd had only the day before. Their unrestrained fucking was a fabulous experience, one she wanted again. She pressed closer against him.
John slid an arm around her shoulders. His hand moved smoothly to cup her silk-covered tit, and she shivered with anticipation.
Jessica swayed against him, snuggling close to his side as he began to squeeze and rub her fleshy jug. Sticky warmth gathered in her pussy, and she rested her hand on his thigh.
"I'm not hungry for food now," John said. "I'm hungry for you. Hungry for the taste of your hot little cunt."
She moved her hand higher along his thigh, grazing the long hard bulge of his meaty cock. With a stifled groan of desire, her hand closed around the thick tube of his prick. John stiffened, then increased his caresses.
She felt her tingling tits grow full with rising lust. The way he was squeezing her big tit was stimulating her to a fever pitch, and she wanted nothing more than to give in to the raging tide of passion racing through her body.
"I'm so hot, John," she moaned. "You're making me wild."
"Don't worry, Jessie, you'll get what you want, as soon as we get out of here and over to my place."
She wriggled away from him, panting. "No, I can't wait. I want it. . . want it now."
After a quick glance told her they were truly isolated from view, she slipped down, popping beneath the hanging folds of the tablecloth. Jessica wedged herself between John's outstretched legs, heard his startled gasp as she worked down the zipper of his slacks.
"Jesus, Jessie, you can't...not here, not now," he whispered frantically.
She giggled, whispering back, "Wanna bet, boss? Just sit back, and enjoy. I know I'm going to!"
She gloated over the thick slab of his cock as she worked it free of his slacks. Dimness couldn't hide the sight of his turgid meat, and her mouth watered.
Kneeling, she leaned forward, gripping his tall-standing dick with one slim hand around its thick base. She whipped her rasping tongue tip up and down the thick column of his cock, felt his shuddering twitch at the contact.
"Oh, God...Jessie," he said with an agonized groan of raw desire.
She lapped and licked at the heated rubbery stalk of his sex, relishing the heady taste of his prick on her darting tongue. Avidly, she curled her tongue over and around his cock, wetting it, teasing it.
She could feel his prick surging, growing longer, harder as she nibbled. It made her hotter than ever.
"Suck it, baby. . . suck cock," was the hoarse whisper that came from above her.
Though her boss's face was hidden from her perch beneath the table, she could well imagine the heavy-lidded look of lust that was making his face slack. He couldn't completely display his excitement, sitting alone as he would appear to be. The idea of him striving to appear natural while she sucked his cock, hidden from view, excited Jessica to an unbelievable level.
She went wild, swirling her tongue up and down his big dick, rubbing his taut nuts with the palm of her hand.
Then she was nosing down, pushing her parted lips against the plump knob of his prick, tongue flicking at the slit in its center.
His cockhead popped between her soft full lips, began sliding wetly into the tight confines of her mouth, deeper and deeper. Jessica moaned gut-terly, thrilling to the way his huge prick was filling her mouth.
She stretched her lips wide to encompass the thickness of his cock. His meat was hot, hard, surging.
Soon she was brushing her nose against the curly warmth of his crotch, her mouth and throat filled with lots of hot cock. Her cunt throbbed painfully, hollowly. But for now, she would have to make do, to enjoy his prick fucking her face, not her pussy.
Not that it was unenjoyable, she giggled to herself. On the contrary, she loved sucking cock, especially when it was a big, long dick, like John's.
John's fingers curled around his drink glass, tightened, as he sought to control the sensual fire raging in him at the girl's talented cock sucking. The waitress appeared, and glanced around, as if wondering where his companion had gone. Then she looked at him.
"Anything more I can get you, sir?"
"No...uh," he cleared his throat. "No, this is fine, thank you."
Fine, he thought hazily, as the waitress left, it's not just fine, it's fucking fantastic!
Jessica heard the exchange, and marvelled at her boss's composure. She wasn't sure she'd have been able to carry it off so well.
Her attention returned to her erotic feast and she devoted herself to sampling every delicious inch of his cock. Her cheeks bulged from his imbedded dick, and she flailed at his bone with her tongue.
John's hips bumped against her face in a reflexive action to her swirling tongue tip. Jessica moaned at the way it forced his cock deeper into her mouth.
It spurred him to repeat the action, deliberately thrusting his hips forward, driving his dick deep into her throat.
Jessica braced herself, and gave herself to the thrill of his face-fucking dick.
For long moments he sawed his hot, horny cock in and out of her moist mouth, fucking her relentlessly. Jessica slurped wetly, noisily. Her tongue was everywhere, darting to lick, to tantalize his agitated cock flesh.
His swollen prick pounded again and again into her mouth, bruising her lips, forcing its way deep into her throat. Jessica savored the fierce friction of his pumping prick, felt her passion rising like a thermometer.
Her cunt pounded ferociously, the inner meat of her fuck-hole flexing, twitching, as if milking at a cock that stuffed her.
As her head bobbed up and down, fed by his driving meat, she brought her hands to her own body, mindless to all but her agonized need. One hand rubbed across her swollen, aching tits. . .the other disappeared under her skirt, slid beneath the damp crotch of her panties, sank into the heated wetness.
Her slim fingers probed the horny opening of her fuck-hole, stroking inside to the tempo of his cock filling her mouth. Then she moved her soaking wet fingers to the distended bud of her clit, flicking a nail over the ultra-sensitive nubbin of flesh. Her heart galloped crazily.
Senses whirling, she felt the shuddering ripples of desire race through her pussy.
John's release was nearing. She could feel it in the tightening of his body, the surging strength of his hard cock as it crammed into her mouth, faster, faster.
Then he was slamming against her face, and the pulsing length of his dick emptying into her throat.
She gurgled joyfully at the thick wash of cum that splattered into her mouth, slithering down her throat. Jessica slurped up each hot jet of juice, swallowing thirstily.
The tide eased, and she pulled back slightly to suck and lick the remaining wetness from his prick. She brought both hands away from her own body, to his, caressing his cock as it slowly subsided.
Then she tucked him away with a final loving lick, and slipped back into the booth beside her boss. His face was glistening, and his hands clenched at the tabletop. He took a deep breath, relaxed, smiled at her.
"Let's go now."
"Back to the office?" she asked, remembering the way they'd fucked in the conference room.
"My apartment. It isn't far. We can fuck without worrying about being interrupted. I want to give your sexy body my full attention."
"The perfect dessert," she grinned.
No sooner had John locked his apartment door behind them then he lifted Jessica in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Over his shoulder, she caught a glimpse of his place, and approved of the tasteful way he'd decorated. At the moment, though, her attention was fastened on her boss's body, not his living quarters.
She trembled in anticipation as he deposited her on the huge bed that dominated the room.
Eagerly they undressed each other, lavishing licks and kisses as new parts of their bodies were exposed. Once they were naked, John pushed her back against the bed and knelt between her slack thighs.
He ravished the creamy slit of her throbbing cunt with his gaze.
"Such sweet cunt meat," he murmured.
"Yours to enjoy," she giggled.
"I intend to do just that, Jessie. Enjoy every tasty inch of your hot little pussy. . . give you the lapping you gave me at the restaurant."
He wasted no more time in talking. His hard mouth bruised the tender flesh of her pussy in a way that soon had her twitching and sobbing shrilly.
She quivered as his long stiff tongue firmly stroked along the cream-slickened folds of her pussy. Deeper and deeper he delved into her sweetly scented slit, pushing her higher and higher on a spiral of desire.
Jessica loved the way John devoured her needy little snatch. He knew exactly what pleased her most, and she loved the raw, pagan sensations.
She could feel her horny clit swelling, and she trembled, knowing his roving mouth would soon fasten on her erect clit. Eagerly she waited for the exquisite pleasure of it.
"Oh, John," she sighed. "I'm crazy about the way you eat my cunt out. It's the greatest."
His indistinct murmur excited her even more. His mouth was so busy licking and lapping that he couldn't answer her, and that was just the way she liked it.
"Yes...oh, yesss," she hissed.
John's avid tongue left its rapid probing of her fuck-hole to move over the thick hard button of her clit. Her hips bucked, and she moaned hoarsely.
"Oh, fuck, that's it...that's it," she groaned wantonly.
His firm lips clamped around her throbbing clit stub, and he sucked it noisily. Her tingling button began to swell even more from the bold pressure of his mouth.
Jessica floated on a cloud of pure physical bliss. Her juice-dreiiched pussy ached to have his cock blasting away, but she hated to give up the rapture of his talented clit sucking.
John must have sensed the power of her need, and he acted upon it immediately by sinking two strong fingers knuckle-deep in her hot fuck-hole.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she wailed in satisfaction.
His plunging fingers stroked her cunthole in a lusty tempo with his mouth. The pleasure was excruciating, and Jessica found she could no longer control her raging passion.
Her whole body shuddered as a blinding orgasm coursed through her veins. Her super sensitive clit twitched against the pressure of John's lips, and her pussy muscles milked spasmodically at his plunging fingers.
"Fuck me, John...fuck me now for real."
Although he reveled in Jessica's powerful response, his own passion was reaching the boiling point. He could wait no longer to sink his horny cock in the juicy depths of her clenching cunt. In seconds, he replaced his mouth and fingers with the plump head of his burgeoning prick.
Jessica squealed once, her voice high and taut, as he savagely thrust his dick into her.
"Ram it to me," she demanded, clawing at his pumping ass. "Fuck me with your big cunt-plugging prick."
"You're getting every fuckin' inch of my cock, baby," he rasped.
She locked her heels together around his waist, lifting her ass high and offering him her pussy at an angle that let him surge to the deepest level in her horny cunt. Her fuck-hole closed around his invading dick, squeezing and sucking him wildly.
"Bring it home, baby," she urged him. "I love your big meat pumping me."
Cleanly and swiftly, John's raging hard cock sliced into her cunt flesh. He bore down with every ounce of his powerful frame, and forced his cock even deeper in her pussy, bringing shrill cries of delight from the girl.
Her hips lifted completely off the bed as she held herself against his dipping dick. Jessica wailed hoarsely as he worked his slab of cock meat further into her fuck-hole with lightning-like fuck strokes. Again and again he fucked into her, bringing fresh sobs of excitement with each harsh lunge.
The liquid animal heat of Jessica's surging cunt nearly broke John's fierce control, but he concentrated on keeping the pleasure on an intense, almost cruel level. Jessica's control had totally abandoned her, and she thrilled to the captivating glow of climax, almost immediately craving even more.
"You fuck like nothing I ever had before," she moaned. "I want more...oh, how I want more of your cock banging me."
Her straining clit grazed his stroking cock, exciting her once again. He added even more stimulation by crushing the firm fullness of her tits in his big hard hands.
Squeezing her dark, swollen nipples brought gasps of pained joy to her. She continued to writhe under him, working her pussy around his cock and caressing every inch of his fat prick with the walls of her creamy fuck-hole.
John could feel his nuts quivering expectantly, and he screwed her faster, eager now to experience the exquisite orgasmic pleasure Jessica had found again and again.
She floundered as another orgasm rocketed through her quivering frame. Jessica, shrieking, found her own pleasure increased by the arrival of John's mind-numbing climax.
Together they quaked and pounded in a desperate race to take every frenzied feeling.
With the last spasm subsiding, John and Jessica collapsed into deep blissful sleep, their arms around each other.
Half an hour later, John awoke with a start, and glanced at the bedside clock.
"Jess...Jessie."
"Mmmmm," she murmured drowsily.
"We have to get back to the office."
Reluctantly she opened her eyes. The look she gave him was pouting, a silent protest against the real world intruding on their blissful, sensual Utopia.
"Great as it was, Graham Real Estate's not making the bucks if all we do is fuck," he quipped.
"Oh, I know," she grumbled, sliding off the bed and looking around for her clothes. "I know it. . . but don't expect me to like it."
He gave her a playful swat on her ass. "Horny wench."
She grinned at him. "You bet. Can I help it if you fuck so good all I can think of is getting more of that big dick of yours?"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, babe.. . at least not any more this afternoon. I have a client to meet in little more than an hour."
"A good prospect?" she asked idly, dressing.
"Could be. Of course, this is just a preliminary meeting. If things work out, I'll probably send Nick out for the next meeting. Maybe you too."
"Is it a house you want to list?" she asked, more interested now.
"Yeah, and what a house," John whistled. "It's a real plum, and I don't intend to let Prescott beat me to it. . . not if I can help it."
Roy Prescott. With a shiver, of unease or excitement-she wasn't sure which-Jessica remembered their encounter earlier. And his vow to have her.
CHAPTER SIX
Jessica gave her sexy co-worker her full attention as they drove to keep an appointment with the real estate prospect, a Mr. Jerry Benson.
John had talked with the man a couple weeks before. Now she and Nick were going for a tour of the property and to finalize the details.
She was thrilled to be a part of the experience. Even more, she liked being with the agency's tall blonde realtor. Nick was apparently finding it just as pleasant having her to himself for the afternoon.
As she sat next to him on the supple suede-covered seat, Nick rested a hand on the inner curve of her thigh, exposed as her short skirt rode up. He looked over at her, grinned, then returned his attention to his driving.
She squirmed a little as the heat of his hand triggered a matching heat deep in her pussy.
"Urn, shouldn't you keep both hands on the wheel?" she asked, more than a little breathless.
Nick grinned again. "No sweat, honey. I'm in control. . . always."
His hand very gently massaged the firm inside flesh of her thigh, a sensual caress that promised much. Jessica fervently hoped the drive to Benson's place would take a long, long time.
She knew they wouldn't have the time for a real fuck, because their appointment was in fifteen minutes. In an effort to stem the rising tide of her arousal, she began to question Nick about the property they'd be seeing.
"It's so plush, at least from the description John gave," she said. "And didn't he say something about having a prospective buyer just waiting in the wings?"
"It's more than plush," Nick chuckled, knowing exactly what she was doing with this conversation. "And there is a party that's very, very interested with the prestige of the place...the snob hill address and sophisticated symbol it represents. More interested in that than the place itself."
"So this will really be a choice deal, right?"
"If we get it."
"What do you mean, if?" she asked. "Isn't our trip today merely a formality?"
"No way, Jessie. The guy's been talking with Prescott Realty too. He just hasn't made a decision about which firm to go with yet. Right now, I'd say we're running neck-and-neck with Prescott...and so far, that old fox hasn't pulled any of his famous tricks. Surely he won't, not with the stakes this high."
"Tricks?"
"Oh, the bastard's pulled some dillies on us in the past," Nick said grimly, his fingers clenching automatically against her thigh.
"But. . . what could he do to mess up a deal?"
"Any number of things, all of them underhanded...and damned close to illegal. Say we have this client all but sewn up, ready to list his property with us. Then we bring buyers in to view it. Here's what could happen...and has happened, Jess. Prescott hires some pest control truck to park near the property, either right next door, or across the street. Just sitting there."
"So?"
"So, the buyers see it, and you can almost watch the gears click in their heads...bugs, termites! And that close! Scratch that deal."
"That's terrible!"
Nick grimaced. "Or, he hires a bunch of hot-rodding kids to race up and down the street in what we're assuring the buyers is a nice, quiet neighborhood. Hell, he's even hired people to wander around a neighborhood looking like winos or bums. Or set up a sweet-looking old lady to just happen to walk by and start chatting with the prospective buyers, casually giving out some carefully concocted story to upset them and change their minds about buying."
He shook his head. "The sellers drop us...Prescott comes on the scene, gets them to list with him, and trots out his waiting buyers."
Jessica gave a shiver. The more she heard about Roy Prescott the more he frightened her. Yet she couldn't deny that he also had something that excited her just as much. There was a certain sensual fascination with such a powerful man.
"Anyway, don't go letting that get to you," Nick advised. "Give Mr. Benson your full attention. And I do mean your full attention."
She looked at him. "What do you mean by that?"
He gave her leg a sexy squeeze, letting his long strong fingers linger at the edge of her panties. "Jerry goes crazy over hot women like you...having you along could just seal the deal for us."
Jessica was a little uncertain of exactly what he was asking of her. She looked at him with the unspoken question in her eyes.
"Just be yourself," Nick smiled. "Whatever feels right, go with it."
As he spoke he turned into a long, winding driveway. Jessica took a quick look around and was impressed.
Acres of smooth emerald lawn surrounded them, dotted with clusters of flowers, shrubbery, statues, plus the distant turquoise gleam of a swimming pool. The driveway circled in front of a gorgeous Colonial home. It was huge, and beautifully landscaped.
When Jessica asked Nick the price they could expect to sell it for, his answer made her whistle.
"Oh, but it's worth it," she breathed, "and more."
Nick chuckled and said, "Okay, honey, let's get to work."
Jessica noticed two things immediately with her first look at Jerry Benson. He looked like the stereotyped image of a truck driver...big, brawny, a massive stud in faded denim. The second thing she noticed was his huge hard-on!
Hastily averting her gaze, she met Jerry's eyes.
That he'd noticed her scrutiny was obvious. His own look silently communicated his lusty interest in her.
After casual introductions were made, Jerry led Nick and Jessica on a brief tour of his home. She tried to be coolly sophisticated about the whole matter, but the breathtaking beauty of some of the rooms made her gasp aloud.
They returned to the formal living room, and for awhile, Nick and Jerry discussed the features of the property that prospective buyers would be most impressed with. Jessica jumped as Nick suddenly turned to her.
"I need time to work out some details, Jessie. Why don't you go with Mr. Benson to the kitchen area again for a more detailed appraisal. The woman's point of view, you know."
Jessica hesitated, seeing the wicked glint in Nick's eyes. Jerry stood at once.
"Let's leave the man to his figuring, doll," Jerry chuckled. "Guess there's still a thing or two you haven't seen around here. I'd sure like to show you, too."
Jessica admitted to herself that she wouldn't exactly mind a little flirtation with the brawny man, so she gave Nick a knowing look and followed Jerry from the room.
As they entered the huge foyer, Jerry slipped an arm around her waist, letting his wide hand slide along the curve of her ass as he did so. The muscles of her butt flexed spasmodically at the exciting caress, and she felt a flush of desire.
Once he had guided her into the spacious, lavish kitchen, Jerry intended wasting no time in showing off the many conveniences of the room. Instead, he backed her against a counter and molded his thick body against hers.
Almost savagely, he covered her mouth, thrusting his long thick tongue into her warm throat.
Jessica trembled against him, then gave into the passion racing along her nerve endings. Her darting tongue met his, thrusting, searching, testing.
His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, and he ground his mammoth cock against her pussy. She moaned, savoring the insistent thrust of his king-size prick.
Feverishly, Jerry pulled at the thin material of her top, tugging it from the waistband of her skirt. In moments, he opened the buttons.
Deftly he scooped the fleshy melons of her tits out of the bra, while continuing to tongue-fuck her mouth in a way that made her blood pound and her head spin.
His big, slightly rough hands rubbed and squeezed her passion-swollen jugs, forcing a wild lewd response from the horny receptionist. The lumpy stiff nubs of her nipples speared his palms, demanding his attention.
Jerry's big fingers answered the unspoken plea. He captured the plump peaks of her tits. His fervent fondling of her sensitive nipples made waves of erotic longing crash inside her body.
Her tit tips grew longer and harder, pulsing with arousal from the big man's passionate caresses. She continued to curl her tongue around his, forceful, thrusting. Their meshed mouths made wet, slurping sounds.
She whimpered her disappointment when Jerry ended the deep, horny kiss. Then she gave a sigh of bliss when she felt his wet mouth move down to tease and taste the fat buds of her nipples.
"Sweet Jesus, doll," Jerry grunted. "Your tits taste so fuckin' good."
"Don't stop, Jerry." She arched against him. "Keep on sucking my titties. Oh, it feels wonderful."
"I could eat you all day," he growled happily. "Yes.. . oh, good God, yes." Jerry sucked at the rubbery tips of first one tit then the other, dividing his caresses equally. Her thick nipples seemed alive, twitching and pulsing with lust.
"Oooohhhhh, nice...the way you suck my tits," she whispered huskily, licking her lips.
His teeth closed around the turgid peak, and he nipped it gently. Shooting sparks of ecstasy radiated from her tit tip, and she quivered expectantly, wanting more and more of his lusty caresses.
She moaned, and her hand came up, pushing her boob against his moving mouth. She fed him her tit, urging him to devour it.
Jerry complied, hungrily sucking and biting and licking the flesh of her jug and the tender tip of her nipple. Then he moved to cover her other tit and give it the same oral caress.
Turned on more and more, Jessica let her hands stray to the huge cock bulge pressing against her belly. She fumbled at his trousers, and shoved her hand inside, searching for his naked rock-hard prick.
"Aaahhh," she sighed as her moving fingers closed around the meaty shaft of his surging cock. "God, your dick's big."
Jerry grunted his pleasure at her surprised comment, and kept on gnawing and licking at the aching stubs of her nipples.
Jessica's busy fingers confirmed her first, amazed discovery. Although her fingers were long and slim, she couldn't close her hand around the thickness of the man's prick, and that fact excited her almost beyond control.
Her face flushed and her body shuddered as she imagined the fierce fucking his huge cock would provide in her needy pussy. She wondered if her cunt could even accommodate the big man's massive meat, but that sobering thought didn't stop her determination to find out. She was so hot, so horny she felt like she could explode.
"God, stick your prick in me," she pleaded, her hands busily pumping his huge cock shaft. "Give your dick to me. Fuck me now."
She pulled on Jerry's swollen cock, holding it against the steamy hump of her pussy. She could feel the molten heat of his prick right through the thin fabric of her skirt and panties. Jessica pushed and rubbed his throbbing dick back and forth against her cloth-covered cunt, moaning steadily.
"Dammit, fuck me," she wailed. Her legs were shaking, and she could barely stand.
"Horny little thing," Jerry grunted, though he was pleased.
Jessica's obvious wantonness was getting to him. In furious motion, he pushed up her skirt, letting the material bunch at her waist. His huge hands lightly traced the outline of her tiny bikini panties before nudging the thin strip of nylon down over her sleek hips.
As her panties slid down to tangle at her ankles, Jessica stepped out of them and pushed them aside, eager to have the wet warmth of her pussy plundered by the giant cock she clasped in her fingers.
Jerry took a few moments to relish the sight of her soft, golden cunt and the way her swollen pussy lips peeped out so invitingly. The fleshy folds of her slit looked warm and wet and dewy-soft, begging to be fucked.
Jessica squealed when she felt Jerry slide his hand along her hot pussy. As his moving hand aroused her even more, she paled, then flushed violently. Her cunt was churning with frustrated need, and Jerry's probing fingers only made her cunt-itch worse.
She sighed in relief when his thick fingers closed around her throbbing clit. The sensation his groping caused rocketed through her.
"I need your cock so badly," she gasped, humping against his hand. "God, how I need to be fucked."
Jerry squeezed Jessica's horny little clit stub, thoroughly enjoying her steamy excitement.
She really is one hot bitch, he thought. He got off on the way she kept begging him for his cock. His fingers tweaked and massaged the sensitive lump of her clit and he felt her humid cream oozing out faster and faster, coating his hand.
Eyes closed, head thrown back, Jessica leaned against the counter and humped her passionate cunt against his hand. She kept her hand wrapped around his cock, pumping her clenched fist up and down.
She was incredibly aroused by the brawny man, and her only thought was climbing to the glorious release of climax.
"Mmmmm, do it, do it," she moaned, fucking herself against his clit-clenching fingers.
"You hot fucker," Jerry growled, captivated by her total abandonment.
She twisted and writhed sensually, deliriously. Arching her hips, she silently pleaded for his fingers to ease the tension in her fiery hot pussy.
"Doll, you've got the hottest pussy going," Jerry panted. "Your cunt feels like a furnace. Damn, it's so fuckin' wet too."
He gave a lusty groan. "Man, the way you're jackin' my dick makes me want to shoot off right now."
"No, noooo," she wailed.
"Don't worry, doll," he assured her, "I ain't shooting my load of jizz in a dry hump like some goddam teenager. My cum's gonna go right where it should...right up your fuck-hole."
As he spoke, Jerry smoothly reversed his hold on her clit to plunge his thick fingers up the seething tunnel of her cunt hole. Jessica gasped, her hips jerking and tremors rippling along her body.
He stuffed her pussy ferociously, cramming his fingers in the heated depths of her cunt, pumping in and out in a building tempo. Thick streams of cunt cream flooded out, soaking his hand with sticky wetness.
His hand beat a harsh, raw rhythm against her mound as he fucked his fingers in and out.
Jessica's senses were reeling from the savage assault on her young cunt. She felt her passion boil and bubble, higher and higher, until her molten lust erupted.
She stiffened, her cunt clenching his fingers lewdly, as the orgasmic ripples began. Reaching down with the hand not clasped around his pulsing prick, she grabbed his hand, shoving it hard against her heaving pussy.
"Now, now...oh, shit, now," she wailed.
Jerry felt the swift tremors rocking through her pussy and the way her cunt flexed and sucked at his fingers. Her drenched, meaty pussy seemed to try to totally swallow his fingers and hand, and he sucked in the wild musky scent of her cunt juice.
Now, he thought, now he could sink his aching cock in her sweet young pussy.
"Jessica! Jess? We've got to get going."
Her eyes flew open, and she saw the look of rage and frustration on Jerry's sweaty face. An animal fury filled his features as he realized his own needs were doomed to remain unfulfilled.
Cursing violently, he released Jessica and turned away to straighten his clothes. She swayed, still hazy from her explosive climax.
Hearing Nick call out again, closer this time, she hurriedly smoothed down her skirt and straightened her bra and top. Then, realizing she wore no panties, she looked around, but couldn't see where she'd kicked them.
She was still staring around at the floor, dimly aware of Jerry's furious pacing, when Nick walked into the kitchen.
Jessica looked up and saw at a glance that he knew very well what he was interrupted. He looked pleased.
Jerry, however, was far from pleased, and let the young realtor know it. "What's so fuckin' important that you had to rush out here?" he rasped.
A look of bland innocence settled over Nick's face as he answered the angry man.
"Sorry, sir. I just wondered why it was taking so long. I'm afraid we have another appointment."
He seemed to flounder, then, at the black look of rage given him by Jerry, said, "We, uh...we do have to be going. But I assure you, Jessica and I will be back to go over those details, and I'm sure we'll be able to stay much longer then."
"Don't bother."
Nick and Jessica both stared at the stocky, angry man. As Nick started to speak, Jerry interrupted harshly.
"I'm listing with Prescott," he growled with malicious pleasure. "So don't bother coming back. I'm sure I'll get better. . . service elsewhere!"
Jessica waited until Nick drove the car out of the estate's winding driveway before snapping at him.
"You blew it, you really fucking blew it! Wait till John hears about this!"
"How'd I know the old fucker would react like that?" Nick whined sullenly.
"What did you expect? You all but offer me to him on a silver platter with that blatant order for me to go off with him like that. I went along with it
-the guy's not unattractive-and I do know how important this sale is. Was, rather."
"Jesus, John's gonna kill me," Nick groaned.
"So, off to toddle to the kitchen, and Jerry gets right down to action, getting me hot and bothered along the way. I got off, but all he got was left high and dry by your untimely arrival."
"Don't you think I know that, Jess? Shit, I was just outside the doorway, listening. I moved in right at that moment deliberately."
"But why, Nick?"
"Oh, God...I thought if we left him hanging, you know...just give him a sample, he'd be super anxious to sign with us. I mean, it was obvious he was crazy over you."
"Cute. Real cute," Jessica snipped. "That makes me feel really great. Am I to be bait...a snack...for every horny prospective client, then?"
"Come off it, Jess," Nick snapped back. "Don't act so outraged. You didn't have to go with him, not really, and you know it. Unless you're a terrific actress, you sure seemed to be enjoying yourself."
Jessica glared at him, started to make a cutting retort, then paused. Nick looked over at her and caught a tiny smile tugging at her full soft lips. As she noticed his look she started giggling.
"You're right, I did like it," she laughed. "And I wanted more. But, Nick, oh Lord, what're we going to tell John?"
He grimaced. "How about temporary insanity?"
Their frivolity evaporated as they pulled into the company's parking lot. John's car was there, and they looked at each other unhappily.
"Well, guess I'd better get it over with," Nick sighed.
Back behind her desk, Jessica gave Nick a weak smile as he walked on back to John's office, stepped in and closed the door behind him.
Nervous at the thought of her boss's anger perhaps being directed at her as well, she busily got to work on some letters. In what seemed like only minutes, the harsh sound of raised voices filtered through the thick closed door to John's office. Jessica gulped and winced at the angry sound of the voices, though she couldn't make out any of the words.
The telephone rang, and she picked it up, answering automatically, "Graham Real Estate...may I help you?"
"Only if you'll let me fuck my cock in that sweet little cunt of yours."
Jessica gasped, and the voice in the phone chuckled sexily. "Roy Prescott here."
"What do you want?" she asked rudely, shaken by the images his sexy question had aroused in her.
He chuckled again. "You. You know that. However, this call is really to thank you."
She frowned. "Why?"
"Jerry Benson just called me," the realtor said smoothly. "Seems he wasn't at all happy with the meeting your people had with him. So unhappy, in fact, he's decided to sign with us. So, my pet, I thank you...and do pass it on to your boss."
Jessica fumed, but stubbornly remained silent.
"Nothing to say, sweet? Ah well, no matter. Tell me, Jessica, have you thought over my offer? For a job, that is?"
"The answer is still no," she said bluntly.
"I'm a patient man," Roy Prescott answered calmly. "At least, up to a point. The Benson property foul-up should convince you that you're a passenger on a sinking ship. Why not abandon ship, my pet, and sail with me?"
"I'd rather walk the plank," she retorted grimly, mocking his use of nautical terms.
She could almost see his supremely confident smile as he said, "We'll see. I'll be talking to you again."
As she slowly replaced the receiver, Jessica was once more aware of the loud voices coming from John's office. With a sigh of relief, she saw that it was quitting time. Thankfully, she gathered her things and almost ran from the office.
As Jessica let herself into her apartment, she was aware of a sense of depression, uneasiness. She realized it was disappointment.
She'd been looking forward to some heavy fucking with the big, brawny client.
Her eyes lit up as an idea popped into her head.
Without hesitating, she looked up a number and tapped out the numbers.
"Jerry? It's Jessica Bradley." She sensed his next move and rapidly added, "Don't hang up...please."
"I've already talked to Prescott Realty," he growled. "Roy's coming by to have the papers signed tomorrow morning."
"I don't give a damn who you list your property with," she said quickly and fervently, crossing her fingers.
"What?" He sounded suspicious.
She spoke without really thinking, and realized what she was saying was the truth, even though she did hope the man would reconsider.
"What I'm interested in is finishing what we started this afternoon. God, Jerry, you've got a cock that makes me drool. I didn't get nearly enough of it before that asshole interrupted us."
There was silence, and she trembled as she waited to hear what Jerry would say. Finally speaking, his voice was hoarse.
"You mean that? Your boss didn't put you up to this?"
"Jerry, my boss doesn't even know I'm talking to you." That, at least, was the truth.
"You want my cock bad, huh?"
She swallowed, her mouth dry, and knew how much she truly wanted it. The texture of his big cock, how it had felt in her hand came back to her in a passion-igniting Hash.
"Yes," she whispered huskily.
There was a gloating quality in Jerry's voice as he pressed her. "What? I didn't hear you."
"Yes. . . yes! I want your cock!"
"Get over here," he growled, and hung up.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She was ready for a hot fuck by the time she stopped her car in front of Jerry Benson's imposing home. Her legs were wobbly as she walked to the discreetly-lighted front door and rang the bell.
She wore a silky wrap-around sundress and nothing else. Her thighs, naked and warm, rubbed together moistly as she stood at the door. Her tits strained the fabric of the dress and her rigid nipples were excitingly obvious.
At last, the door opened, and Jerry stood framed in the light from the foyer. Once again, she had to be aware of the mammoth hardness of his cock as it distorted his slacks.
She licked her lips in expectation.
He could see she was as hot and ready as she'd said she was, and smiled triumphantly. Ushering her inside, he then closed and locked the front door.
At once, Jessica sank to her knees in front of him, her hands greedily pulling at the zipper in his pants.
"God, I can't wait any longer," she sobbed. She gasped happily as the meaty naked shaft of his prick sprang into view.
"Suck it, doll," Jerry grunted, proud of his ability to arouse the pretty young woman. "Suck cock."
That was just what she had in mind, and she bent to her task with lusty eagerness, bringing her soft lips against the huge knob of his cock head. Long, loving licks of her tongue thoroughly wetted the ripe, rubbery skin of his big prick. She thrilled at the raw, steamy scent of his crotch and the sexy taste of his cock.
Jessica held the base of his meaty cock in one hand, still amazed at how wide it was. She let her mouth glide along his cock pole, relishing the way it surged at her, growing thicker still, and harder.
After a moment, she moved her other hand up along the crack of his ass, as Jerry shoved his slacks all the way down. She let her fingernails gently scrape around the sensitive pucker of his asshole.
"Jesus, that's great," Jerry groaned, his ass flexing spasmodically.
Jessica trembled and lustily tongued the pulsing length of his prick, swirling her tongue over and around his big bone. She tasted and licked every inch of his horny prick, then cupped the thick head between her lips and sucked.
The hot, wet vacuum of her mouth around his cockhead made Jerry growl sexily. "Doll, you're one great little cocksucker."
"I love the taste of your dick," she murmured around her mouthful of delicious dick. "If fucking you is as terrific as sucking your cock, I can hardly wait. . . but oh, I don't want to stop sucking, not yet."
"Suck all you want, honey," he laughed. "I ain't ready to pop yet."
Jessica continued to mouth and suck the huge purplish head of his prick, flicking her tongue at his tiny slit. The sheer size of his cock stretched her lips to the limit.
Jerry began to be more aggressive instead of letting her set the pace. His control, while substantial, did have its limits, and he wanted to enjoy the enveloping warmth of her mouth on the full length of his horny cock.
He pressed upward against her sucking mouth and drove more of his dick into her lips, grunting excitedly as he did.
Jessica tilted her head and stretched her lips to allow his wide cock shaft to move into her mouth, then down into her throat.
At last every erotic inch of his king-size prick was buried in the moist warmth of her mouth.-
"Man, your mouth's so hot and wet, so tight," he muttered.
Jessica found her cocksucking just as thrilling as he did, and marveled at her ability to swallow the considerable length of his dick. His prick filled her mouth and throat in a wonderful way. She liked the determined, arrogant way the big man used her mouth like a warm, wet pussy, fucking into her depths.
Jessica sucked and licked at the warm meat of his hot cock, tasting and teasing him even more. She savored the surging strength of his rampant prick. His fucker tasted so good, she hungrily gobbled even more.
Jerry groaned at her eager cocksucking and held her head firmly, starting to pump his engorged prick into her mouth in short, hard jabs.
She had to fight to catch her breath as he skewered into her moist mouth, because the sheer size of his cock plugged her so totally. Jessica quivered and felt an electric jolt in her horny pussy as the fucking friction increased.
A low, throaty growl of lewd arousal sounded from between Jerry's clenched teeth.
His hips flexed as he drove his cock deep into her willing mouth, fucking her just as he'd wanted and planned to earlier in the day. Now that she was actually accommodating his pumping prick, having come to him willingly, he was experiencing a real high.
Jessica was feeling her own blissful joy in sucking and licking the virile man's cock. She could feel her growing passion ripple through her hips.
Hungrily, she mouthed and massaged Jerry's plunging prick, flicking her tongue out to excite him even more. When he stiffened against her face, she felt a blazing exhilaration in response.
"Sweet Jesus, doll," he bellowed. "I'm shootin' my load...take my jizz, baby.. . eat my cum."
Held fast between his gripping hands, she didn't really have a choice. But she didn't mind, not at all.
Thick spurts of milky cum splattered violently into her throat, and she swallowed his juice quickly, slurping the sexy fuck liquid. His explosive climax seemed to go on endlessly, as he spewed nearly continuous jets of pulpy cum.
Jessica struggled to keep up with the steamy flow of jizz and to control her mounting desire. The flavorful taste of Jerry's cum had stimulated her even more, and she felt an addictive sort of need to sample more of the brawny man.
"Oh, baby," Jerry cried out, "you're one great little cocksucker. Jesus, you're a fuckin' sexy cunt."
Jerry slipped his diminishing dick from her greedy lips, swept her into his muscular arms. She felt incredibly dainty and fragile as she saw how effortlessly he carried her into the huge den, lighted only by the flickering glow of a roaring fire.
It looked like something out of a movie, with a thick fur rug spread out in front of the immense fireplace. She hadn't noticed the coolness before, but now realized Jerry must have turned the central air conditioning low to make the fire seem welcome.
With casual ease, he deposited her on the plush fur rug. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and stretched out beside her. Then he began to pull at the ties of her wrap-around sundress.
Jerry gave her a smiling, raised-eyebrow look when he saw that the skimpy dress was all she wore.
"You came prepared," he murmured with a grin.
She gave him a lazy, sexy smile. "Why not? I came here to fuck, so why waste time? Besides, the way we were interrupted before, I thought I'd better figure out every way I could to save time. Just in case."
He laughed and ran his thick, strong hands over her body. "The way you went after my cock was great. . . God, how you wanted it."
"I'd been thinking about getting that big dick of yours in my mouth all the way over here. I couldn't wait. I figured I'd at least get to suck your cock, if we did happen to get interrupted again. Though I'd love to have that big fucker jammed up my cunt, too."
Jerry tangled his fingers in the downy blonde curls covering her pussy. "You'll get fucked, doll, and more. There's no way we're gonna get cut in on this time...I made sure of that."
"Mmmmm, good, because I sure love the shit out of you playing with my pussy like that. Makes me want more and more."
"I've got it all," he boasted, and his rapidly engorging cock proved it completely.
"Oooohhhh," she gasped, eyeing his thickening dick. "I can sure see that. C'mon, stud, fuck me."
Jerry's hold tightened on the creamy folds of her pussy, his fingers delving into the pink cunt meat hidden beneath. He grinned as she moaned and thrust her cunt against his dipping fingers.
"I want your cock," she yelped. "All of it. I want to feel your prick going all the way in me. That's the feeling I love...a big hard cock in my pussy, fucking back and forth."
"You'll feel my cock," he promised throatily. "You'll feel it shoved deep in your horny pussy."
With that, Jerry aimed the bulky head of his big cock down against her juicy pussy, kneeling between her wide-splayed thighs.
She lifted her hips slightly and sucked in a quick, gasping breath as she felt his ballooning cockhead nestled against her hot slit. She squealed as Jerry thrust, slipping the end of his prick into the tight, fleshy mouth of her fuck-hole. Pushing harder, his prick seemed to pop into place with an almost audible snap, and she moaned.
"You're feeling my cock now, aren't you, doll?" he groaned. "And it won't be long before you're feeling a lot more of my dick too."
He revolved his hips, making his cockhead churn within the clasp of her fuck-hole.
"C'mon, doll, shake that sexy ass of yours and get some fucking action going. Show me how you love my prick, how you love the feeling of my dick fucking you."
Jessica's totally aroused body showed him just how very much she craved his balling. She moved her agile hips around, seeking the angle that would give his prick the greatest possible chance of stimulating every part of her cunt. Her hips moved from side to side, and her fuck-hole muscles worked double-time, milking at his meat.
"Yes, yes, all the way in," she moaned. "Deeper...fuck the shit out of me."
Again and again, Jerry screwed into her greedy, grasping pussy, burying more of his cock with every savage downward thrust. Her pussy was like a ravenous monster, devouring his cock, every inch of it.
"Fuck me, Jerry," she cried out, humping against him to satisfy her lewd craving. "Fuck me more."
Jessica felt as if she were spinning wildly in a vortex of forbidden pleasure. Her bubbling pussy was stretched and plugged full of his cock, and she got off on the way his taut balls slapped against her as he rhythmically slammed in and out."
"Mmmmm," she moaned, tossing her head from side to side and arching up to rub her hard, tingling nipples across his massive, hairy chest.
She pushed her hips down, trying to scrape her erect clit against the driving shaft of his cock as he stuffed her.
Jerry teased the wanton blonde, changing his angle, denying her the frenzied release she sought so desperately.
"No, doll, I want you to come like never before. I'm gonna make this fuck last so long, you'll go crazy when you finally do pop."
"God, Jerry! I'm going crazy now!" she shrieked.
Deliberately holding the reins on his own full-blown passion, Jerry slowed the tempo of his fucking strokes. With excruciating slowness, he slid his lust-thickened cock in and out, over and over again.
Jessica was wild with lust. The rapid, raw friction she pleaded for was denied. Instead, Jerry fucked her so slowly, making her need build into gigantic proportions, making her ache with frustration.
"Please, oh please...I can't stand it," she begged shamelessly. "I really can't. Give me what I need, Jerry. Give me that fantastic fucking cock of yours, all the way, hard and fast."
"I'm giving you every inch, doll...pumpin' your sweet pussy with it."
"No, no," she moaned. "Harder, faster. . . fuck me hard, dammit."
Jerry merely gave a horny, happy grin at her blazing arousal, and continued his leisurely stroking into the gaping hole of her cunt.
Jessica felt herself being drawn into a wildly spinning whirlpool of animal lust. She made frantic lunges of her hips, vainly striving to increase the tempo of Jerry's pistoning prick.
Sweet and slow was fine, sometimes, but now she craved the harsh, fiery fucking the brawny man was daring to deny her. She wanted to be fucked long and hard, quickly and sharply.
Just as she thought she could bear no more, Jerry ripped into her agitated cunt.
His huge cock reamed the tender flesh of her pussy, slicing into it cleanly, swiftly.
She shuddered and screamed at the unbelievable pleasure. Her fingers clutched his pumping ass and raked along the sweaty flesh of his ass crack. Her cunt fluttered and twitched, sucking hungrily at the man's well-hung dick. A flurry of glowing orgasmic sparks radiated through her heaving body.
"Yes, stud...oh, yes. Fuck me like that...keep going, Jessie. God, I'm coming...coming!"
A rebounding climax showered through Jessica, and she yielded to the keen, wild rapture.
Jerry gave in to his own considerable passion, and fucked her harder than ever, driving deeply into her pulsing pussy. He gave a strangled gasp and spewed his load of hot cum into her fluttering fuck-hole.
He was coming like a freight train, and she loved the shit out of it!
Swiftly, Jessica pulled away from him, and as he growled his anger, she moved around to lower her greedy mouth over his still-erupting prick.
Sighing excitedly, she gobbled the last hot spurts of foamy cum that shot from his cock. He groaned at the exquisite sensation of her mouth, and clenched his ass, making his shooting cock pump into her mouth-sheath.
Although the tide of his climax eased, Jessica continued to suck and lick at his softening prick. She lavished his stubby flesh with her tiny sharp teeth and the rasping length of her tongue until it stirred once more and began to thicken.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Jerry hissed, feeling the pulsing vigor return to his cock. "That sweet mouth of yours has my dong comin' to life in record time, doll."
He gave a tentative thrust into the warm softness of her mouth and groaned heatedly.
"I could fuck you forever," he growled. "I just want to fuck you and suck you and eat you all up."
Jessica mumbled something, her mouth too full of his delicious cock to answer him properly. But her agreement with his words was apparent by the way she wriggled around, offering him the tempting curve of her ass to play with as she happily sucked at his burgeoning prick.
Jerry lost no time in exploring the musky, damp recesses of her butt, fingering his way from the tiny pink pucker of her asshole to the sticky softness of her pussy.
He returned to tease and probe the clenched warmth of her tender brownie. Moistening the tiny opening with the mingled cunt and cum juices drawn up from her cunt, Jerry stroked a long finger into her shitter, then a second finger.
Jessica moaned at the lusty invasion of her asshole. Eagerly she wriggled her hips, pushing against his firm, fucking finger.
He gasped, his breathing coming in quick, fast pants. "You like my finger up your ass, don't you, doll baby? You like getting your ass fucked...just love the shit out of it, don't you?"
Jessica relished the building excitement, caused as much by the taste of his cock in her mouth as his probing of her brownie. Although his big fingers felt filling, she wanted more.
She wanted his big dick drilling away in her shitter.
Pulling away from her erotic feast, she swung her quivering ass around, toward his cock shaft, jutting forcefully from his hairy groin.
"Stick your cock in my ass," she implored him, her voice harsh and guttural. "Fuck me in the butt, Jerry.. . do it to me now."
"Shit, yea," Jerry agreed lustily.
He levered his giant prick between the rounded curves of her ass cheeks.
"Just kneel there, doll, and feel my dick going up your shitter. I'm gonna ream my prick all the way up your butt."
"Do it to me, Jerry. . . now!
He began pushing his hot prick along the crevice between the warm, soft cheeks of her ass, guiding it to the tight, quivering mouth of her asshole.
His desire exploded. Knowing how much the girl wanted this ass-screwing made him wild.
Jessica moaned softly, arching her butt. She blew her breath out in a satisfied whoosh as she felt the plump head of his hard-on probe the elastic opening of her asshole.
The crown of his cock nudged into her wet, warm brownie, insistently forcing her tiny shitter open.
"Uuummm," she moaned, thrilling to the friction of his skewering.
"Damn, you've got the hottest, tightest asshole," Jerry groaned, totally aroused.
"Just for you, baby," she sobbed. "So fuck my ass all the way."
He kept his pressure firm and even, pushing inch after inch of his wide, pulsing cock shaft into her butt. The heat of her asshole closed around his swollen prick, sucked at it.
"Your cock's so big," she sighed blissfully. "So ass-fuckin' big."
"And you're gonna get it to the hilt," Jerry rasped. "I'm gonna shove my cock all the way up your ass before I let go...gonna have my balls pushin' in your pussy when I start to cream."
She began rotating her hips in a slow rhythm, pushing back at his invading cock slightly. The sensuous warmth of her passion grew higher with each firm, hard thrust of his cock.
Jessica reached down between her splayed legs, toying first with her throbbing clit. Then she reached further back and fondled Jerry's hairy nuts as they brushed against the creamy folds of her cunt while he fucked her ass.
Grunting and sobbing with passionate delight, she began to rub his juice-laden balls against her horny pussy.
Jerry groaned in joy at the action and could almost feel the waves of erotic excitement flowing from her body to his own. The sweet heat of her pussy spread to his nuts, and he fucked rapidly into her shitter.
With the first tremors of her climax, Jessica began shrieking. Every cell of her body seemed alive, on fire.
The orgasmic inferno truly erupted for them both in seconds.
Amid sighs and commands and pleasure-laden moans, they reached the peak and slumped against the soft fur rug.
Jessica's fingers trembled as she slowly dressed.
She felt so strange...satisfied, yet strangely excited still, and slightly nervous.
Jerry reclined on the sofa in front of the fireplace, smoking, a look of pure contentment on his face.
"Such loyalty to the company," he murmured, watching her face. "I admire it. And I must say, you give excellent. . . service."
She felt a spurt of anger, but was careful to keep it from showing as she turned to look fully at him. Obviously, he still wondered if she'd come to him only to gain his business for the firm.
"Sounds like you're fishing for a compliment," she teased. "Maybe that was my first thought, I'll admit. But the minute I got that stallion-size cock of yours in my mouth, Graham Real Estate was the last thing I wanted to think about!"
Jerry gave a contented chuckle. "Hell, I know...just wanted to feel you out a little, I guess."
"Well, you did that," she giggled, closing her dress. "Listen, Jerry, I know the agency would do a good job for you, but that's not my main concern any more."
A knowing glint showed in his eyes. "And just what is?"
She gave him a smoldering, wanton glance. "Your big cock. Hope I get more of it, sometime."
"Count on it, doll."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Overwhelmed with her sexy, active evening, Jessica overslept. The next morning she rushed around, fervently hoping John hadn't come into the office and noticed she was so late.
His car wasn't in the parking lot when she arrived, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was surprised, though to find the doors still locked. Evidently, she wasn't the only late arrival.
Once inside, she saw a note on her desk. It was from Nick, brief and hurriedly written: "Benson called. Told Prescott to forget, is listing with us! Got an appointment, be back later and we'll celebrate. . . Nick."
Jessica grinned and sat down, re-reading the note. If only Nick knew the real reason for the turn-about. . . Jerry's lusty infatuation with her!
Thinking of Jerry brought fresh memories of the fuck the night before. She savored her memory of the feel and taste of Jerry's body, and the way he'd made her come again and again.
Though he lived in a sophisticated setting, surrounded by all the exquisite things money could buy, he remained essentially down-to-earth. It was that openness and self-honesty that made him so appealing for her, she decided.
Then she gave a wicked chuckle and thought, of course, that huge prick of his was even more appealing. Jessica hoped she'd have the chance to sample his cock again, and again.
The next couple of hours passed slowly. The phones were quiet, and although John called in, he told her he wouldn't be back at the office until late. Even the bookkeeper, Bob, was gone, taking a day of vacation time.
She was beginning to grow restless when Nick finally returned.
Her eyes danced as he strode through the door, giving her a triumphant grin.
"I'm hot today, honey," he grinned.
"Mmmmmm, sounds promising," she said impishly.
His gaze was sexy. "Well, now that you mention it," he murmured. Then he laughed and pulled some papers from his attach� case, waving them at her. "You see before you, my dear," he began, "the result of a great-no, make that exceptional morning's work."
She laughed at his exuberance. His happy mood was catching. "Sounds like you're on a roll."
"You'd better believe it, Jessie." He slapped one set of papers down on her desk. "First, the contract on Jerry's listing. Man, I don't know what happened to change the guy's mind, but I'm sure glad something did. Not only do we now have one great property to sell, but it also gets John off my case."
Jessica smiled to herself. If only he knew just what the reason was.
Nick slapped another set of papers on her desk. "And, all those hours showing places to Ramsey paid off, he bought that last place I showed him."
"You're sure going to get an impressive commission on that one," she said.
Nick rubbed his hands gleefully. "Oh, baby, I sure am." Turning, he reached for the bag he'd carried in and brought out a couple bottles of white wine."
"Mmmmm, lunch," she asked. Nick held one of the bottles aloft, declaring,
"The lunch of champions!"
"I think the saying is breakfast of champions," she giggled. "And I don't think it refers to wine."
"It's too late for breakfast," he quipped. "And I say it refers to wine, so that's all that counts."
Deftly he uncorked a bottle and poured for both of them.
Nick and Jessica clinked their glasses and drank. The bottle steadily emptied as they talked and laughed together. When he opened the second bottle of wine, he suggested they move back to the conference room. They'd be able to hear if a client walked in, yet wouldn't confront a walk-in with the evidence of their impromptu party.
Jessica listened to his spiel and agreed, smiling. She knew, or at least hoped, that it was the only reason for moving back there. After her unusual interview with Joel and John, she knew just how cozy the conference room was for a nice fuck.
Remembering, too, how intimate Nick had begun to get on yesterday's drive to Jerry's house, she felt a tingle of lusty anticipation.
Back in the conference room, Jessica perched on the edge of the wide, gleaming wood table. Her brief skirt rode high, exposing a tempting expanse of shapely thigh. She caught Nick's quick look.
"Guess, my...my efforts yesterday didn't count for that much after all," she said slyly.
"What you really mean is my interruption of your efforts. I sure figured that one wrong. But it all worked out in the end."
Jessica chuckled softly, remembering how wonderfully Jerry had fucked her in the end! Her ass still tingled.
"I felt sorry for you, you know," Nick commented, handing her a fresh glass of wine. "Sorry for me? Why?"
He gave her a long lusty look. "Well, you were warm and wet on the drive over there. Then, when I busted in on you and Jerry, I wanted him to be left high and dry, but I sure hated to see you left that way."
She smiled slightly. She had taken that matter in hand, so to speak, but she wasn't about to let Nick know that. "I was really aching by the time I got home last night," she said.
Nick moved in close, his gaze lingering on the exciting sight of her thighs. He rested his hand on her leg in much the same way he had done the day before.
"Mmmmm, that feels familiar," Jessica grinned. "Only this time, I don't intend to stop with just this," Nick told her, his voice low and hoarse. "Is that a promise, or a threat?"
His fingers tightened, moving higher up her thigh. "That's a promise."
She scooted her hips back more firmly on the edge of the table, letting her long legs hang open slightly. Nick moved in to stand between her parted thighs.
She looked up at him, an invitation in her eyes that was unmistakable. "This is turning into some kind of celebration," she sighed.
Nick took her wine glass and sat it aside. Surely and swiftly, his hands moved to her blouse. In seconds, the buttons were opened, and he pushed the silky material down over her arms.
"Nice...very nice," he murmured, eyeing the twin mounds of tit flesh, encased in her lacy bra.
She wriggled happily, making her heavy tits jiggle in a tempting way.
Nick laughed, indicating the front hook closing of her bra. "Oh, how convenient!" He unhooked it, and her big tits slipped from the lacy cups, swaying slightly.
Nick covered her quivering tit mounds with his hands, savoring the warmth of her supple flesh. He squeezed her jugs softly yet firmly, and Jessica moaned. Her head fell back, and she arched up against his firm, fondling hands.
"Damn, that feels good," she sighed. "I love having my tits played with like that."
"You've got great titties, Jessie. And I'll bet they taste as good as they look."
"Try sucking me and see."
Nick lowered his mouth to the cherry-red tip of one of her tits and sucked her stiff little nipple into his mouth. It tasted sweet and warm.
Under the rasping attention of his tongue, her stubby tit peak grew fully hard and full, puckering and lengthening inside his mouth.
"Yes, Nick...oh, yes...that's the way I like it," Jessica panted.
He gently nipped at her stiff tit bud, and she cried out. He nipped at her tit again and again, bringing her to a higher level of arousal. Then he moved his mouth to the deep valley between her jugs, licking the warm crevice there. He could feel her tremble as her passion accelerated.
"God, I love that," she whimpered. "Keep licking and sucking my tits, Nick."
Moving to her other tit, Nick licked one and nipped at her nipple, bringing it to full, pulsating erection. Then, opening his mouth, he took in as much of her flesh as he could. He used his lips to gently massage her swollen tit mound, feeling the stiff tip of her nipple pressing in his mouth.
"Ooohhh, baby," she crooned. "Suck it all the way in."
He could feel her hips nudging his legs as her skirt rode up even farther, exposing the tiny nylon panties covering her pussy. Nick could almost feel the heat radiating from her horny cunt, and he breathed in the sweet-sour scent of her pussy cream wafting up to him.
He continued to move from one tit to the other, licking and sucking and gently biting until she was nearly exploding with desire.
"I'm ready, Nick," she wailed. "Fuck me."
His hand pushed aside the thin strip of nylon between her legs. Then he sank two strong fingers into the honey-pot of her cunt. She jerked against his hand, thrust her mound at him, and moaned.
"Oh, God, fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me now, Nick...give me your cock."
Jessica held onto him as if clinging to a life preserver. She felt as if she were drowning in a sea of lust. Happily, she wallowed in the tide of her desire, a flaming mass of flesh yearning for the savage thrust of his cock.
As Nick's fingers stroked in and out of her pussy, he grazed the throbbing stub of her clit, and she moaned hoarsely. Her tiny clit button was engorged and erect, a thick stub of sensitive flesh.
Her hands reached for the huge bulge of Nick's cock as if drawn by a magnet. She groaned her frustration at the time spent in unzipping, in pushing aside unwanted clothing. At last, her hand closed around his hot naked cock tube. She thrilled to the way he filled her hand with his hot meat.
"Mmmmm, this is what I really need," Jessica gasped. "I want this big dick of yours in me."
He was every bit as ready as she was, and his hands moved under the taut cheeks of her ass. Lifting her hips slightly from the table top, he eased her tiny panties down. The scrap of nylon slid down her shapely legs, dropped to the floor.
Jessica, reluctant to release her hold on his jutting prick, guided him to the creamy crevice of her cunt. At the touch of his cockhead to her swollen pussy lips, she cried out.
"I want it balling me. I want it all."
"You're going to get it all," Nick grunted. "Every cunt-fucking inch of my cock."
"Yes...oh yes, Nick."
Jessica's pussy sucked at his probing prick, the wet petals of her cunt flowering open in acceptance of his driving shaft of meat.
"Fuck my dick, honey," Nick growled. "Feel the way I'm filling every bit of your sexy pussy."
He slid the long thick shaft of his prick deeper and deeper into her young pussy. Her cunt muscles sucked at his dick, drawing him in even more. Her hips banged against the shiny wood surface of the conference room table as he fucked into her to the limit.
Jessica slumped down on her back against the table top. Lifting her legs, she locked her ankles around Nick's pumping waist. Her eyes glazed with passion, and she rubbed and massaged her tits as he began to ball her in short hard strokes.
Pinching and rolling her nipples, Jessica increased her own pleasure, enjoying the darting electricity of lust radiating from her tits and pussy.
"Ball me, baby," she panted. "Fuck me really hard with your big cock."
"Damn, your cunt feels fantastic wrapped around my dick," Nick groaned. "Jesus, the way you're squeezing my cock...so shittin' nice."
"A great way to celebrate," Jessica mumbled. The raw physical sensation of having her aching pussy so totally fucked thrilled her beyond belief. The wild young realtor had a great prick, and he certainly knew just what to do with it.
She brought his hands to the slippery warm slopes of her boobs. Nick tweaked and pulled at the rubbery stubs of her nipples, making the rosy nubbins tingle crazily. They pulsed with a life of their own...a surging tide of arousal. Her body, from tits to cunt, was one pure mass of pleasure.
"You sweet fuckin' cunt," Nick muttered thickly.
His bulging cock sliced cleanly into the wet slit of her pussy. Each lunging thrust sent his cock balls-deep, totally imbedded in her clutching fuck-hole. Again and again, he fucked into her, his tempo increasing by the second.
"Oh, Christ...you're fucking me so good," she moaned. Her hips lifted, and she pushed against him, begging for more.
"Fuck me harder, Nick...fuck me harder."
Frantic in her growing need, Jessica pulled at the cheeks of his ass, as if trying to force the whole of his body into the aching void of her seething cunt.
Her slim, strong fingers gripped him harshly as he fucked into her. Whimpering, mewling sounds burst from her throat.
"So good...so good," she moaned.
"The best, baby. . . I've got it," Nick boasted, his voice husky.
Lightly, Jessica fingered the warm crack of his ass. Quickly, her finger found the tight pucker of his asshole, and she rimmed the small opening with a fingertip. Feeling his butt clench spasmodically in pleasure, she probed and pushed until her finger popped into the tight channel of his shitter.
"Jesus, baby!" Nick croaked.
Keeping time with his ripping cock thrusts, she pumped her finger in and out of his humping ass. As he fucked her, she returned the excitement with finger-fucking his brownie.
"I feel it earning," she yelped suddenly. "Oh, Nick, it's so fucking close."
"Fuck me back," he growled.
She hunched against his fuck thrusts, and felt the huge hot cock sink into her pussy even deeper. Every forceful stroke of his prick caused a delightful friction against her swollen clit, and she felt ready to explode.
"Oh, I love it...the way you shove that monster dick of yours so deep in my cunt."
She squealed, her voice high and shrill, as she moved her hips up and down and around, trying to increase the incredibly erotic sensations. Her slim finger rapidly fucked in and out of his flexing asshole as they raced to the brink of rapture in frenzied fucking.
They were panting and moaning steadily when the orgasmic flood hit, washing over both of them with its fiery heat. Their muscles contracted, spasmed, fluttered.
Nick's prick shot a steady stream into her churning, twitching pussy.
"Good God," he roared.
As their passion eased, Jessica's eyes reflected a satisfied gleam. "I hope we get to celebrate all new deals like this."
After they got dressed, they finished the wine in an atmosphere of satisfied lust. Then they cleared away the signs of their party, and went back to the front office.
Nick gave her a long, lingering kiss, thrusting his warm tongue deeply into the moist warmth of her mouth, before heading out again.
Although Jessica gloried in the warm contentment of being freshly, thoroughly fucked, she felt the return of a niggling unease. She jumped each time the phone rang.
She just couldn't believe Prescott wouldn't call. He had to know Jerry Benson had returned to list with Graham Real Estate.
She just couldn't believe Roy Prescott would let this whole deal drop without a fuss. , Jessica couldn't know then how accurately she'd read the man's character.
CHAPTER NINE
As the next few days passed, the difference in attitude between Jessica and her co-workers increased dramatically.
Appointments were light at the time, so the men were in the office most of each day. Spirits were high over the victory over Prescott Realty. All the men were boisterous and exhilarated over the score they felt they'd settled.
Meanwhile, Jessica became more and more depressed and withdrawn. She wished fervently she could join in the happy atmosphere at the office, but she just couldn't.
She was so certain it wasn't over, not by a long shot. Jessica didn't believe for a minute Prescott would take this so meekly. Her edginess increased the longer nothing happened.
She found herself thinking...now what?
Soon the men noticed her preoccupation and depression, but they evidently didn't make the connection between it and the Benson property victory. They simply exchanged looks and kept out of her way. Whatever the reason for Jessica's moodiness, they knew only that she was unusually short-tempered, so they kept to themselves.
She knew it was going on, but really cared very little. She was tempted, finally, to simply call Roy Prescott and get it out in the open.
As her hand hovered over the telephone, she realized the contact she wanted with Prescott was really on a personal level, not professional. That abrupt, shattering thought stopped her.
The aura of power, wealth and influence was almost a sexual thing for a woman like her. All that drive and vitality expressed in the business world; she couldn't help but wonder at how it would be if his energy was channeled into fucking. Just the thought of it made her cunt itch.
"Oh, God, I'll bet he'd be a fantastic fuck," she murmured absently. Then she looked up with shock, realizing she'd spoken aloud.
A quick glance at the other end of the room made her sigh with relief. The men hadn't noticed, thankfully.
Again her hand rested on the phone. She hated to admit it, but Jessica knew just how much she wanted to fuck the man. The idea of balling Roy was as addictive as any narcotic.
Face it, she told herself fiercely, you want the man to fuck you...to carry you off like he was some damned caveman!
She knew all she had to do was call him, and the lurid fantasies she had about Prescott would become reality. Her pussy twitched, as if looking forward to the aggressive thrust of the man's cock.
Jessica was getting hotter by the minute, hotter and wetter. Her horny little cunt was creaming steadily, and her nipples hardened and tingled. With a soft, almost soundless sob of surrender, she picked up the phone, started to punch out a number she'd already memorized.
"Uh, Jessica?"
She gasped, dropped the telephone receiver and spun around guiltily. Bob, the firm's meek-mannered bookkeeper, stared at her with an expression of concern and confusion.
Desperately she tried to compose her features, certain her expressive face gave away all her thoughts. She took a deep breath, totally missing the way Bob's eyes flitted to the thrust of her tits under her dress.
"You...er, you startled me," she said lamely.
Bob smiled, a surprising, wry smile. "I noticed."
Her temper, already on a short fuse and shortened even more by the untimely interruption, flared.
"It's what you get for sneaking up on me!"
Bob blinked, took a step backward. "Why. . . why, Jessica, I wasn't doing any such thing. I called out twice. When you didn't answer, I thought I'd come up and see what was wrong."
Instantly, her temper deflated. She'd been so worked up trying to decide what to do, she hadn't even heard him call her. No wonder he was looking at her so strangely.
"Sorry, Bob," she muttered. "I...uh, I was sort of concentrating on something." She looked at him. "What did you want?"
"Well, I have these reports that need to be typed and sent out today," he said.
She gave a silent groan of frustration. Just when she'd finally decided to give in-to take Roy Prescott up on his offer-Bob had to come up with work that had to be done today.
Then she caught her breath, as an idea popped into her head. True, she wanted Prescott, had nearly surrendered to him. But now the moment had passed. She might face the temptation again, probably would, but Bob had broken the spell. All that remained was her horniness.
Jessica looked at the bookkeeper speculatively, now noticing the way his eyes kept darting to the curve of her full tits. OP Bob just might be the key to her sensual frustration, and she was certain it would be a time he'd not soon forget!
She motioned for him to lean down. When he did so, she whispered in his ear.
"Let's go fuck."
Bob snapped upright, eyes wide, red staining his cheeks, his mouth agape.
She gave him a sensual, teasing look. "Let's go to lunch now, okay, Bob?"
Finally it sank in that she really meant it, and Bob's face split in a grin. "Wow! Uh, oh, sure, Jessica...let's, let's go now!"
Once outside the door to Graham Real Estate, she turned to him. "Let's forget lunch and go to my apartment. I'm only really hungry for one thing. Your cock."
"God, Jessica, I.. . I just can't believe you...I mean, compared to the other guys there, I. . . "
"Just enjoy, honey," she giggled.
The walk to her apartment was accomplished quickly, each hurrying due to passion. Inside, they immediately shucked out of their clothing, Jessica rapidly, Bob shyly.
Naked, Bob was nicely built, she discovered, with a respectably sexy cock. She drew him to the bedroom, shoved him down on the bed, and crawled up beside him, hunching down between his wide-flung legs.
Bob watched in lusty awe as she gave him the treatment he'd sat at his desk dreaming about, ever since the sexy blonde had started working there. His body shuddered with pleasure at the first hot, wet touch of her tongue on his achingly hard cock.
"Ah, God, Jessica," he moaned.
She dipped her head, forcing her open lips down over his jutting prick. Her cunt thumped hornily as she enjoyed herself, sucking in the length of his thick prick.
Feverishly she licked and sucked at his dick, tracing the imbedded contours with her darting tongue tip. Then she started pumping up and down, fucking her face with his cock. For long moments, there was only the sound of her excited, noisy cock slurping.
Anxious to enjoy more carnal treats, she pulled away then, flopped over on her back beside Bob, her legs open.
"Do me now, baby," she invited throatily.
Bob gloated silently as he moved between her legs. Another fantasy soon to come true!
His mouth began a teasing trail down her lush body, leaving flickers of fire wherever his tongue stabbed. He nuzzled the soft blonde down covering her cunt mound, then nosed in to enjoy the sweet nectar of her pussy.
Bob opened the juicy folds of her cunt with his shaking fingers, exposing the pink meat of her inner flesh. With a strangled groan, he mashed his face into her hot cunt.
Jessica squealed and hunched her hips against his face. Her cunt muscles flexed, ready to be invaded. His tongue explored, tasted, teased. She loved the wet, squishy sounds he made as he lapped at her cunt.
"Oh, good, Bob...yes, like that.. . oh, God, stick your tongue in me now. Fuck me with your hard tongue, Bob," she gasped.
He burrowed deeper into her sopping wet slit, and stabbed his tongue at the greedy opening of her fuck-hole. Trying to force in even deeper, he grabbed her ass, pulling her up hard against his face.
Jessica's hips bucked and jerked out of control as her lust raged. His lips and tongue tormented her flesh, making her writhe and twist against the bedspread.
His tongue fucking took her to the very edge of joyful release, then pushed her even higher, higher. Then he sucked in the swollen, red stub of her clit, flicked his tongue over it.
"Aaaaaiiiieeeee!" Her hips bucked against his face in a frantic motion as the heat blossomed, exploded within her.
Bob lapped at the cream soaking her quaking cunt. Her wanton release made his own passion expand nearly beyond the limits of his endurance. Groaning out his own need, he raised up, positioned his rock hard cock against her cunt.
Quivering pleasantly, Jessica watched him move to mount her. She reached down between them, guiding his engorged cock. The fat head of his dick nosed into her fuck-hole as if it were coming home.
"Mmmmmm, my cunt feels like it was made just to hold your big cock," she crooned softly.
"God, yes," Bob quavered.
Jessica lifted her hips, drawing up her legs, allowing him an even better way to stuff her twat with every cunt-loving inch of his prick. Like a vacuum, her pussy sucked and gobbled the full length of his cock.
He arched his body, beginning a frenzied fucking friction. His crotch beat a tattoo against her, balling her hard, fast, deep.
She groaned savagely, pushed her mound against him, making his pulsing prick spear even deeper into her fuck-hole. She closed her fingers around his taut, hairy balls and stroked them as he pumped into her pussy.
"Don't hold back, stud," she cried out. "I can take it all, every bit of you."
Glorying in the sensual eagerness of his dream girl, Bob forced his thick prick into the deepest part of her heated cunt with harsh thrusts and thrilled to the happy grunts of satisfaction coming from the wanton receptionist.
He screwed her with jackhammer speed and force, straining to go with her to the peak of erotic pleasure.
Within moments a jolt of white-hot fire exploded between them, rushing through their heaving bodies in waves of crackling excitement.
Bob, the bookkeeper, wasn't nearly so meek seeming when he left Jessica's apartment. His step was jaunty, confident, even sensual.
She smiled. She could almost hear him thinking...if he'd managed to please her, he wouldn't have to be so shy any more, after all, he was a stud!
She'd told him to return to the office without her. She wanted to shower first, and fix her hair. Clad now in a short silk robe, she started toward the bathroom.
Her doorbell sounded. Grinning, she walked over, swung open the door. "What did you forget
Joel Graham stood in the doorway, his eyes dancing wickedly.
Thoroughly enjoying her surprise, he walked in, shut the door behind him.
"I just saw Bob coming out of the building and he looked like he had the world by the balls," Joel chuckled. "You do have a way of making a man feel that way, Jessie."
She hadn't seen much of John's younger brother. He appeared at the office only now and then, usually to cash more spending money, before heading off to his sensual activities. Jessica had to admit, seeing him again was enjoyable. Yes, very enjoyable.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked, slanting him a teasing look.
"Well, I was heading into the office awhile ago, and I see up ahead our mild-mannered bookkeeper, taking off with you in what seemed a very frantic way," he explained. "So, I followed you two. Saw you come up here and went over to the coffee shop across the street to wait, give Bob his time in the sun, so to speak. Saw him leave just now, and figured I'd come up to see if you were in a mind for a repeat performance."
She sucked in her breath at the flare of desire that shot through her veins.
Joel's voice grew low, coarse. "I'm in the mood for shoving it to you, pretty cunt. No frills, just ramming my cock in you. Fucking your ass."
She swayed, feeling the passion overtake her. Wetting her lips, she gave him a heavy-lidded look. "Yes...Jesus, yes, Joel."
He pushed her over to the sofa, pulled off her robe. His hand at her spine forced her to bend over the end of the sofa. His other hand clawed her legs further apart, sank into her cunt.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she moaned gutturally.
Her pussy was still soaked, with her own juices, with Bob's sticky cum. Joel coated his fingers in her creamy wetness, rubbed it over the pucker of her asshole.
Then his cock was pushing, shoving against her tight brownie. She felt the flesh give way, open, expand for the invasion of his dick.
"Take me in," Joel grunted harshly. "C'mon, cunt, I want my cock all the way up your ass."
His fierce behavior was so different than his usual teasing playfulness, but Jessica loved it. She moaned, gripping the sofa to keep her balance as she bent over, being plugged in the butt by his prick.
Holding her slim waist, Joel jackknifed his body. His swollen cock slammed inside her asshole, searing the delicate flesh.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she wailed. Her head was spinning, and her heart pounded like thunder.
His crotch was crammed against her ass. He rotated his hips, making his dick ream her tender asshole.
She could feel the heated hardness of his cock revolve in the tightness of her brownie, and the sensation was exquisite, a pain-pleasure feeling that made her whole body throb.
Like a corkscrew his cock seemed to work in deeper and deeper, straining the tunnel of her asshole. She trembled violently.
Then he was drawing back, careening forward, fucking her butt with fierce strokes of his bulging bone. Again and again he stabbed at her vise-like brownie with the full length of his cock.
Time stopped still. Reality shrank to the contact of his cock slamming in and out of her aching shitter.
The fiery fucking grew even more torrid, more fierce. His hips pummeled her butt, and his cock widened, filled her asshole. At last the sensation grew too much for her overloaded senses. Jessica collapsed against the sofa arm, spasms rocking her body, an instant before Joel was enjoying his load of pulpy cum into her ravaged asshole.
Joel followed her into the office. They both saw Bob, busily working, but with a curiously sexy smile on his face.
John was heading out. "Winding up the deal on the Benson sale."
She was instantly alert. "The buyer made an offer?"
John grinned. "Yep, and I'm going over the terms with Jerry this afternoon. Shouldn't be any hassle. He's anxious to sell. We'll be able to sign the papers tomorrow, I should think."
Jessica felt a flutter of disquiet, and hoped he was right. Maybe this would end the whole Roy Prescott-Jerry Benson mess.
CHAPTER TEN
Fire!
The radio newscaster's voice finally made Jessica stop and listen as she dressed for work the next morning.
She stood still, her face white, as the details of the previous night's fire were so calmly reported.
"Oh, my God," she moaned.
The news report ended and she switched off the radio. Hurrying into her clothes, she left the apartment and rushed to the office.
Jerry Benson's beautiful home and much of his meticulously landscaped lawn had been ruined by a fire the night before. A fire the authorities claimed to be very suspicious, and likely the result of arson.
The brief, matter-of-fact newscast she'd heard had ended with the statement that the state fire officials had been called in to the scene to begin an investigation of the fire.
The shock she felt was mirrored on the faces of her co-workers. Who, as she walked in the company's door, told her all that she had already heard on the report of the fire.
Nick and Bob looked highly pissed-off, and talked of the event with harsh obscenities. Joel was even in the office, sitting drinking coffee with a. fierce, sullen look on his face. As she stood there, John walked out of his office and toward the reception area.
When she saw him, she swallowed dryly. He looked physically ill, yet furiously angry at the same time. He stopped short when he saw her.
His mouth twisted in an ugly grimace. "I see you've heard the delightful news."
"I. . . I'm sorry, John," she said lamely.
He snorted and rasped, "Sorry. Sure, you're sorry. . . I'm sorry. . . Jerry Benson's sure as hell sorry. The whole fucking place is sorry! Sorry doesn't get back the best goddam commission this business has seen in a long time!"
Jessica winced and started to speak, but was interrupted by John's continuing tirade.
"Sorry doesn't bring back one of the most dramatic and beautiful homes in the whole fuckin' town! God!" He stopped abruptly, ran a hand through his hair, then started toward the door, brushing by Jessica almost roughly.
"John! Where are you going?" she gasped.
"I'm going out and get drunk...piss-eyed drunk," he snapped. "And I'm going to stay drunk for a long, long time."
He slammed out the door. Jessica and the other men looked at each other anxiously. Although he was a social drinker, John's action was totally out-of-character.
"Never thought I'd see that," Joel murmured, staring at the door. He looked shaken, and not at all like the charming playboy he'd been before.
Of course, Jessica thought, somewhat cynically, the loss of all that money would depress anyone!
"Big brother, John, has a good idea," Joel murmured. He stood and gave them all a mocking bow. "I go now to follow my illustrious brother's example and get stinking-ass crocked.
Soon after Joel left, the other men found lame excuses to get out of the office as well. Jessica was relieved in a way. At least the office would be quiet, and she had a lot to think about.
Even though no one had mentioned the name, she was sure they were all thinking the same thing.
Roy Prescott. From the start, she hadn't trusted the way he seemed to take the loss of the Benson property so easily. The others had appeared to accept it, but she didn't.
Her depressing thoughts were halted by the sound of the front door opening. She looked up, smiled at the sight of the tall, well dressed young man walking toward her with a warm, friendly gleam in his eyes.
"Hi, may I help you?"
"I certainly hope so," he answered smoothly. He came to stand directly in front of her desk, smiling down at her.
In a movement so rapid she almost wondered if it had really happened, she saw his eyes flick over her body in a caressing, appreciative manner. Automatically she sat up straighter, knowing the motion brought the full firmness of her tits into view.
"What can I do for you?" she asked, letting the barest seductive tone linger in her voice.
"Oh, honey, I'd tell you exactly what you could do for me-in detail-if I weren't on duty."
She started, went pale. "On duty?" She swallowed, then continued, "You mean you're...are you a . . . "
He flashed a leather folder out and flipped it open to reveal an identification card and a gleaming badge. "Lieutenant Grant. Jared Grant. And you are?"
Subdued, she murmured her name. She felt, rather than saw, him move around the desk to stand beside her, since she had her eyes lowered. Jessica jumped as his hand touched her, tracing lightly along the curve of her cheek, lifting her chin as he leaned over.
Against the softness of her parted lips, he murmured, "You make me wish I weren't on duty...ever."
His tongue, warm and rasping, licked the outline of her lips before his mouth covered hers.
Aroused by the erotic taste and feel of his mouth and his probing tongue, Jessica rose from her chair and into his arms. She shivered slightly as her belly came in contact with the pulsing hardness of his cock. Even through their layers of clothing, she could feel the searing heat of the sexy detective's ready-to-fuck prick.
Even though he'd said he had no time to take her up on the silent invitation glinting in her eyes, he certainly was in no hurry to end their deep wet kiss. He continued to ravage her mouth, probing the soft, moist inner flesh with his long thick tongue.
Jessica burrowed even closer to the exciting animal heat of his body, molding her curves against him. She ground her hips against the hard bulge of his cock and began to have visions of his meaty prick shaft rammed into her needy little pussy.
"I like the way you investigate everything so thoroughly," she purred against his mouth. "But maybe I shouldn't trust you...after all, you're carrying a concealed weapon." As she spoke, her hips thrust up against the thick slab of his cock flesh as it strained the fabric of his trousers.
"Yeah, my gun's all cocked," he grinned.
She nibbled at his full lips. "Want to frisk me? I think you'd better do a total body search, don't you?"
He cupped the swollen fruit of her tits, fingers closed around the fullness. His mouth dropped to hers in wet, feather-faint caresses. "Baby, I really shouldn't be...I'm on duty and I'm not supposed to . . . "
Jessica slid a hand between them, rubbed it over the bulge in his pants crotch.
He made an animal groan. "Aw, Christ! To hell with being on duty!"
She took him to John's office, fumbled at his clothes as he was doing to her. She was wet, ready.
The detective stroked his hands over the pliant roundness of her flesh, savoring the texture and warmth of her skin. Jessica moaned as his fingertips glided over the taut crests of her tits, down across the slight swell of her belly, into the springy gold curls dusting her cunt mound.
"Take me, take me now," she urged him huskily.
He curved a big hand around the back of each thigh, and she understood the pressure. She let him take her weight, his hands under her thighs, lifting her, opening her legs, fitting her against his jutting cock.
His cock sank into her super heated cunt flesh like a wick dipped in hot wax. Jessica's eyes flew open in surprised delight as she felt how wonderfully full his prick made her feel.
Held against his hips, the detective supported her with his hands cupped under her firm young ass. Jessica wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles.
He moved around the room, each step making his imbedded dick jump within the tight confines of her fuck-hole.
"This is great," she cooed. "Fantastic, in fact. Do it some more."
"You said you wanted a total body search," he chuckled sexily. "Well, I'm just checking the most likely hiding place, baby. I can...feel, there's nothing in your sweet little pussy that shouldn't be there."
"Like you, you big-cocked cop," she giggled.
He kept walking, short steps that made his cock jab inside her clutching cunt.
"You got one long-barreled gun, baby," she purred. "Like, magnum force."
Her tits were crushed against his chest. She could feel his chest hairs tickling the sensitive stubs of her nipples. It felt good.
The detective felt himself swell even more, from her sexy words and erotic enjoyment of his fucking. Her cunt felt great wrapped around his dick, milking it, sucking it.
Jessica was drowning in wave after wave of raw physical bliss. Her excitement was intensified by the idea of someone coming back to the office, finding them. It was a possibility.
John or Joel probably wouldn't be back, not if they truly were out getting smashed, as they'd vowed to. But Nick might.. . or Bob . . .
The thought of one of them walking back in, hearing the cries in John's office, investigating...seeing her clasped against the detective as he strode around the room fucking her...was wickedly delicious. It made her heart pound.
He sensed the accelerated lust in her body, felt it throbbing in her cunt.
"Fuck me, honey," he rasped. "Show me how you love my cock in you."
It was a request she had no trouble in obeying. Jessica gave as good as she got, humping back at his dipping dick fervently.
After a few moments, he moved to the center of the room, sinking carefully to the floor with her still wrapped around his body.
Once down, he rolled back, his body stretching out, Jessica straddling him.
"Ride me, honey," he groaned. "Bounce my gun till it goes off."
"Yes, sir," she grinned.
On her knees, legs astride his muscled hips, she hunched her cunt up and down on his impaling prick. His big shaft shot in and out of her pussy, piercing it over and over.
"That's it, ride it hard," he growled lustily.
Jessica moaned thickly, and stepped up the tempo of her bouncing movements. His cock flashed, in, out, time after time.
"Aw, Jesus, that's it," the detective groaned.
She swung her ass harder, faster, felt the hot rush of heat flooding out as climax overtook her. Seconds later, he joined her, spewing his seed in jetting spurts.
Collapsed against his chest, she thought the dim beeping sound was the ringing in her ears.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Shit!" The lieutenant rolled away from Jessica, swung over to paw through the pile of his clothes and pull out the beeper. He pressed the button then rose and crossed to John's desk, making a call.
Still trembling from the erotic electricity that had flowed between them, Jessica lay there, watching him. He spoke briefly to someone, frowned, then slammed down the receiver.
"I take it that means no seconds," she asked wryly.
He sighed, started pulling on his clothes. "Gonna have to take a rain check, honey. That was my superior. Supposed to hurry up here with the investigation and get the hell back to the station for some stupid-ass meeting."
The investigation. The sweet forgetfulness of sex dissolved.
"I need to talk to your boss, honey. And to a Nick Tyler. They were both involved in the negotiations, right?" At her nod, he added, "Much as I hate to do it, you need to get up and get dressed. I don't suppose you know where to reach either one of them?"
She rose, struggled into her clothes. "No, they're gone."
At his raised-eyebrow glance, she added hastily, "I don't mean gone, like for good. See, the Benson place...the deal was all set, a huge commission...and they were...they, uh...well, John, anyway, said he was going out and get drunk."
He shook his head. "Guess I might be tempted to do the same thing."
Her voice shook as she added, "Why are you wanting to question them anyway? Surely you don't suspect anyone here had something to do with the fire? That's crazy. We wouldn't do something to lose that kind of money."
He walked out front with her. "Don't get shook up, honey. No one's accusing anyone here, of anything. But the fire did happen just before the closing of the sale. Naturally, we have to check all the angles. I'd better take off. Have your boss and the other guy phone the station whenever they do return."
Lunch time came and went. None of the men returned to the office. Jessica was left alone with her thoughts. And they weren't pleasant ones.
There was no way she could accuse Roy Prescott of anything, no matter how much she believed he was responsible. A belief shared by the others in the real estate off ice, she knew.
All her instincts told her it was the work of a professional, an arsonist hired by Prescott. But she had no proof.
She slumped at her desk, sighed. "So the feud goes on."
John looked terrible when he walked in the next morning. Grimly, wordlessly, he motioned for her to follow as he strode back to his office.
Jessica went after him, a little uneasy at his bearing. Inside, she closed the door after her and turned to him.
John pulled her to his body, nuzzled his face in the hollow of her neck. Jessica held him tightly, feeling the tension drain from his taut shoulders.
He lifted his head, grinned at her ruefully. "Thanks, I needed that, as they say in the commercials," he quipped.
She smiled back, kissed him hungrily.
"I just needed something good, after all this," he said.
"And after the night you probably spent too," she retorted.
He grimaced. "God, no shit. Luckily, I don't remember most of it."
Her fingertip traced the faint darkening of a bruise on his cheekbone. "Like how you got that?"
He nodded. "Saw it when I was shaving this morning, and can't for the life of me remember where it came from, or who gave it to me," he chuckled grimly.
John gathered her closer. "You know, and I know just who's probably responsible for all this. But Lord, Jessie, what to do about it? If anything can be done."
Her heart went out to him. He sounded so tired, so.. . so defeated.
"Damn, Jessie, I wonder if he really will pull it off," John muttered. "Really take us down."
"No!" She clung to him, knowing she had the means of preventing it.
"No," she repeated, drawing away, turning to leave. "It'll be okay, John, I know it."
Back at her desk, she sat down. She'd almost done it before; she would do it now. For John, the company. . . but most of all, for herself.
The phone rang.
Jessica looked at it. She knew.
"Graham Real Estate. May I help you?" her voice was breathless, and she hated herself for betraying the flush of excitement that had started coursing her veins.
"Hello, Jessica." His voice, in contrast, was suave and contained a hint of amusement.
"Mr. Prescott. Somehow, I'm not surprised to hear from you," she said, trying vainly to sound cool and composed. "Have the police been to see you?"
He chuckled. She felt a shiver run up her spine. "Oh, yes, they've been here and gone." He offered nothing more, and she frowned. "Well."
"Well, what?"
She floundered, "Well, did...did anything happen?"
He laughed. An easy, amused laugh. "In other words," Prescott said, "did I do it and are they going to arrest me? No, Jessica. On both counts."
So he's denying he had a part in the fire, she thought, not believing it for a minute.
"You're not convinced, I'm sure," Prescott added. "Well, pet, that's too bad, but I'm not about to try and assure you of my innocence. Let me say just one thing. I know Jerry Benson from way back...back when he had nothing and started building that fortune of his. And one thing Jerry never does, never did...that is, give up something he didn't want any more."
"But that doesn't make sense," she protested, bewildered.
"Oh, it does. To someone like Jerry," Prescott replied. "He hates to have his possessions belonging to others...even when he doesn't want them any longer. And he no longer wanted that imagine showplace of his."
"Sure, and his switching to our company didn't bother you at all, right?" she snipped.
"Of course it did, pet," he said. "But in that talk with Benson, when he told me he was switching to your company, I got the distinct impression that it would end up to my advantage anyway. As I said, I've known Jerry for a long, long time."
"Then why didn't you warn us?"
"I didn't want to," he said, the sound of laughter back in his voice. "I'm sure the police in their infinite wisdom, will discover enough evidence to reach the same conclusion I did. This time, I'm afraid, Jerry's paranoia went a little too far."
He cleared his throat and Jessica felt a sudden tension in her body.
"Enough of this, pretty Jessica. That's not the reason I called. I'm sure you know that."
"Wellll," she hedged.
"Yes," he chuckled. "Don't be coy, sweet. You do remember that offer I made before. The fuck...the job. Either, or both. Take your pick. Are you taking me up on it?"
She hesitated. Even though she'd made the decision moments before he'd called, now she was a little wary. But she remembered the look on John's face. She felt the longing in her body.
"I don't want to work for you," she said slowly. "I really do like my job here...but. . . "
"Yes.. . do go on, pet," he urged huskily.
"I...I do want to fuck you," she blurted. "I...God, how I want you."
The man didn't bother to hide the triumph in his voice. "Excellent. Now, I dis-like unnecessary layers of clothing in a female. Do discard your panties and bra, pet...I'll be over in a few minutes."
He hung up and Jessica sat, staring at the phone. Then, with quivering excitement, she hurried to the bathroom, to do just what he'd instructed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
At the discreet sound of a horn out front, Jessica grabbed her purse and walked out of Graham Real Estate. She hadn't even told John she was leaving, of course. He'd find out as soon as the phone went unanswered. She couldn't tell him what she was up to!
All that mattered was satisfying the building desire in her hot pussy. And Roy Prescott was going to do just that.
Even though she'd expected a sleek, expensive sort of car, she was stopped short at the sight of the gleaming black limousine, parked and purring, in front of the building. Gray tinted windows in the back hid the occupant from view, but as the blonde approached, the back door was pushed open for her.
Trembling, feeling her moist thighs rubbing together, Jessica bent and moved into the luxurious automobile, settling against the dove gray velvet seat with a soft sigh.
She turned to the man beside her. Roy Prescott was watching her with a sensual, heavy-lidded gleam in his piercing blue eyes, and when he reached for her, Jessica smiled an automatic, inviting smile.
The smile ended abruptly when, instead of the tender caress she expected, he rudely pushed his hand up under the hem of her skirt, forcing up between her legs to the dewy softness of her pussy. For a heartbeat she felt his supple fingers inside the wet folds of her cunt.
Just as quickly, after so forcefully fingering the creamy warmth of her slit, Prescott withdrew his hand. At his signal, the car started up and pulled out into the traffic.
She swallowed. "I don't understand...why...did you stop . . . " she floundered.
Prescott allowed himself a thin smile. "Just checking to see if you had followed my orders, pet."
She slanted a half-serious, half-teasing look at the poised older man. "And if I hadn't?"
His lips twisted into a parody of a smile. "I would probably tend to make things very difficult for you, for your company," he retorted crisply.
"I'm doing this for myself, not the company," she stated.
"Oh, I have no doubt of that," Roy grinned. "Your delightful little pussy wouldn't be so anxiously creaming if you weren't enjoying yourself." His eyes dropped to her tits. "Of course, the company may benefit as well...I'm sure that doesn't make you unhappy."
Jessica felt her normal poise returning. She smiled coolly. "Of course not." Then her eyes flickered to the front of the limo, at the impeccably dressed chauffeur.
Prescott's gaze followed her look. Leaning forward, he pushed a button on a panel full of buttons. A sheet of glass purred up from a slot fitted in the back of the front seat, separating the driver from the back of the limo. The touch of another button caused a small sliding door to open, revealing an assortment of bottles and glasses.
Jessica couldn't help but be impressed with the many luxuries of the expensive car. But she also noticed that the rear-view mirror at the front of the car was positioned so that the young chauffeur had a perfect view of them, glass shield or not.
"Maybe he can't hear us," she said, nodding toward the driver, "but he can still see."
Prescott looked into her eyes, his gaze almost hypnotic. He smiled. "Of course he can see. Young Larson there is an excellent chauffeur, and good help isn't always easy to come by these days, you know. He's quite devoted to me, so I...um, allow him his little treat now and then."
Jessica fumed silently and knew Roy realized she was angry, but she could do little about it, even though she resented this obvious ploy. A bending of her will to his, by allowing his driver full view of whatever would happen between them.
She would go along with it-had no other choice-and she knew it. Jessica couldn't deny the power Prescott had over her. By coming to him of her own free will, she was admitting that very thing. But she vowed she could at least sound unconcerned.
Jessica leaned back in the cushiony seat, winked at the driver's reflection in the rear-view mirror and purred, "The more the merrier. How about fixing me a drink?"
Roy threw back his head and roared with laughter. Her smile grew a bit forced as he continued to laugh at her weak show of bravado.
"Ah, my sweet, what a performance. One can only dream of the aggressiveness you'll bring to other. . . shall we say, performances?"
He handed her a glass and Jessica hastily took a gulp, turning to stare out the smoke-tinted window. Smoothly and silently the sleek limousine was heading out of the city, into the rolling countryside. She wondered just where they were heading. She'd expected to be taken to Prescott's famous penthouse apartment...or even, if he were being cute, to some sleazy motel. Somehow, the sophisticated real estate tycoon didn't seem like the romp-in-the-woods type at all.
She felt as transparent as glass when Roy commented, "As it happens, I do like the out-of-doors."
She gasped and turned to stare at him. "How did you know I was thinking that?"
"Your face is as open as a book," he murmured, taking the glass from her hand, moving closer.
His hands were insistent as they tugged at the buttons of her sheer silk blouse. He sighed his appreciation as he pushed away the soft material, sliding it back over her shoulders and down her arms.
Her tits jutted, naked and swaying slightly, the rosy nipples erect and throbbing. Her head arched back against the high back of the seats as he cupped her flesh.
"Lovely. . . so lovely," he murmured, a catch in his voice betraying his rising heat.
Roy hefted the fullness of her tits in his hands, as if testing their weight. He could see her creamy tit flesh flushing as she grew more aroused from his touch. His fingers traced the faint blue veins arrowing toward her puckered pink nipples.
Jessica tried to hold it back, but she felt a deep throaty moan escaping her as he skillfully played with her aching boobs. An answering, demanding ache was rapidly building in her pussy.
His mouth felt cool, chilled from the drink he'd had, as he covered the jutting tip of her tit. He suckled at the puffy flesh of her jug, drawing it into his mouth.
She shivered as the slight scrape of his teeth caused flashing electric-like sensations.
He sucked at her tit leisurely, while his hand teased and caressed the other one. Her nipples, already lust-thickened, grew even more erect, and pulsed with carnal need.
Her hand rested against the nape of his neck, fingers laced into the pewter thickness of his hair. With a sob she pressed, pulling his head even harder against the thrust of her tit in his mouth.
Jessica squirmed in the seat, her thighs rubbing together moistly. She could feel the cunt juice oozing from her horny pussy, could almost hear the insistent throbbing beat of her desire.
Roy drew back, his lips finally closing around the full-standing stub of her nipple. He pulled at it, making her tit lift up and out. Then his teeth edges clasped her peak.
"Uuuuunnnngggghhhh," she moaned.
The tiny sharp nips of his teeth on her engorged nipple felt like pinpricks of fire. The way he gnawed and bit at her puckered tit peak made her quiver violently.
Leaning over her, Roy transferred his attention to her other tit, while his hand kept the carnal fire blazing in the jug he'd deserted. Again she felt the sweet sucking sensation as he enveloped her pulsing tit with his mouth.
The rhythmic sway of the limo only served to increase her powerful arousal. Even the knowledge that his driver was watching didn't curb her lust, only added to it.
She squirmed around until she was nearly stretched out full length on the soft velvet seat, with the exciting pressure of Roy's body against her.
The lustful tycoon pushed up her skirt, then changed course and tugged at the side zipper.
"Lift your hips, pet," he murmured throatily.
Jessica obeyed, arching her pelvis upward, feeling her skirt slide down her legs. Then he eased the blouse the rest of the way off her arms as well. The cool, air conditioned air in the limo bathed her nude body, helping somewhat to cool the fiery inferno raging within her.
The car swerved abruptly and her eyes flew open. At another slight swerve, she looked toward the front of the car. Her gaze met a warm smoldering look from the driver, in the mirror. The raw, naked lust she saw made her tremble.
"Larson," Prescott's voice was soft, but menacing. "Your time will come, so please, do concentrate on getting us there without an accident."
The driver couldn't hear him, but he obviously got the message. Roy returned to his exploration of her body.
"Would you really have tried to ruin the agency more, just to get back at me?"
Roy smiled mysteriously. "That's unimportant now, don't you think?"
She gulped, moaned. "Yes...it's very unimportant...the only thing that matters is you, what you're doing to me."
Roy grinned, leaned over her, running his rasping tongue over the sensitive skin of her belly. Lightly he tongued the dimple of her navel, making her moan at the pleasurable sensation.
"Keep going, lower, Roy," she pleaded. "Lick my cunt now, please!"
He moved his mouth to the tangle of blonde curls covering her hot pussy. Pushing her legs wider apart, he nosed his way into the wet heat of her cunt.
"Oh, God, yes...that's it, suck my cunt," she moaned hoarsely, her hips jerking spasmodically.
Roy breathed in the musky scent of her pussy, and his tongue flicked out, testing her juice. Slowly, deeply, he started licking the full length of her upturned slit. His tongue rasped along her creamy cunt from the tight pucker of her asshole to the soft hair edging her mound. He explored her swollen cuntlips eagerly, licking and tasting every inch of her pussy.
She groaned as he nipped at the fleshy folds of her snatch, devouring her tasty flesh in a highly erotic way.
His tongue curled around her excited clit, and she bit her lip to hold back a scream. She felt her lust rising like a fever pitch.
Her tender clit stub throbbed and grew harder and thicker as he sucked and nipped at it. Her cunt was sending off signals of pleasure like an overactive telegraph.
Roy's talented pussy eating was driving her wild. Her cunt felt hot as a furnace and ready to explode. She shrieked and humped his face when she felt him pump his long tongue into the clenched mouth of her fuck-hole.
"Yes, oh yesssss."
Roy stroked his tongue in and out of her pussy, fucking her as deeply as he could. The tight walls of her cunt closed around his invading tongue, milking it as if it were a cock. He could feel the muscles of her hips twitching out of control.
Jessica hunched against his face in a desperate tempo as the waves of orgasm crashed inside of her. Everything started to go black and she felt dizzy from the ferocious frenzy of her climax.
Dimly, Jessica heard him speak. "Rest now, pet...my own needs will keep for a little while. The best is yet to come."
Jessica awakened slowly, the languor of orgasm still with her. She opened her eyes and gasped. She was alone. Alone, naked, seemingly in the middle of a wooded area, resting on a blanket.
Her heart pounded wildly. Then she heard voices in the distance. She gave a sigh of relief and started to look around for something to cover herself with, finally tugging at the blanket she was on.
Roy Prescott and his chauffeur, Larson, emerged from the dense woods. Both were naked, their bodies glistening wetly.
She had a few seconds in which to feast her eyes on their nude bodies, compare them. Although there was nearly thirty years difference in the ages of employer and employee, both men were obviously very physically fit. She admired the subtle rippling of firm muscles as they walked.
Larson was a bit taller than Prescott, with a thicker build. The hair on his head and the mat of fur across his chest and crotch was thick and black, while Roy's was salt-and-pepper streaked. Though unaroused, both men sported well-hung cocks.
Roy waved to her as they neared. "Awake at last, I see. While you slept, Larson and I had time for a refreshing dip in the stream south of here. Now we're ready for something even more refreshing...you."
Larson's thick prick was lifting, thickening with lust. She couldn't help but stare as his prick stiffened. Roy watched her and laughed, his own cock beginning to show his arousal.
"Fuck her, Larson," Roy said generously, with a wave toward Jessica. "From the look of your dong, you'd better take the edge off, while I get something to drink. It's a bonus. . .take her first."
She sat on the blanket, trembling, watching Roy walk off, watching Larson approach her.
He stood before her with his jutting length of cock pointing right at her face.
"Wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my dick," Larson rasped, his voice taut with passion.
Jessica eyed his meaty tool, swaying so temptingly in front of her. She sighed happily as he edged even closer, until the plump crown of his cock was only an inch or so from her mouth.
"Looks good enough to eat," she teased him.
"Enjoy yourself, honey," the horny chauffeur said.
Sitting with her legs tucked under her, Jessica ran her hands up the side of his legs and hips. She reached around and traced the curve of his tight, muscular ass, cupping the cheeks of his butt, squeezing.
His cock jerked, surging as it grew even more engorged. "Get on with it," Larson rasped, "and suck cock."
She leaned in, curling her tongue out over and around his mushroom-shaped cockhead. His prick tasted clean, wet, sexy. A taste that made her want to suck his big bone more, much more.
Her soft lips formed a small circle pressed against the bulging tip of his lust-thickened dick. As she pushed forward, she felt her lips give, stretching to accommodate his huge tube of hot meat.
Jessica closed her eyes, savoring the steamy aroma of his firm body and the exotic flavor of his bulging dick. She trembled with building passion as his cock slipped inch by inch into the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
"Aaaaahhh, shit," Larson groaned. "Take all my cock in that greedy mouth of yours."
Although his prick was big, Jessica's excellent muscle control let her fill her mouth and throat with his cock shaft. She drew her cheeks in, sucking at the tasty column of his prick.
Her hands, still on the cheeks of his ass, pulled, forcing his cock even deeper into her mouth.
"Son-of-a-bitch, this is the best suck I've had in along time," Larson groaned.
She was enjoying herself thoroughly. She knew she gave good head, and it had to be because she loved sucking cock so much, as much as she loved to fuck. Eagerly, Jessica gobbled at his heavy prick, rubbing her face against his musky groin.
Larson groaned again, his voice sounding low and gruff. He started slowly to fuck in and out of her mouth, drawing back each time until only the tip of his cock was left in the clasp of her lips. Then fucking forward, burying his achingly hard cock again.
She felt his taut nuts quiver as he pumped into her mouth, with harder, faster strokes, knowing his climax was only moments away. Already she trembled with anticipation for the rushing tide of hot, pulpy cum.
She kept sucking and pulling at his enraged prick as he fucked into her willing mouth. For a second, she wondered what had happened to Prescott. This certainly hadn't turned out the way she'd expected. Roy hadn't even fucked her yet, although he'd brought her to climax with his talented pussy-eating. Now he was letting his chauffeur fuck her first, with seeming unconcern.
"Holy shit," Larson bellowed suddenly. His hips pounded a frantic tempo as he fucked into her mouth, his dick erupting a foamy load of cum.
Jessica tilted her head, gulping steadily at the molten flow of his juice. She could feel the heat of his climax echo in the deepest part of her aching pussy, but was denied the real release of coming.
Still, she thoroughly enjoyed the erotic sensation of swallowing the sexy man's sweet nectar. Spurt after spurt jetted into her throat and she moaned in ecstasy. Just as the tide dwindled, she felt herself pulled from the feast by rough hands, and pushed to the blanket on her hands and knees.
"My turn now, you hot cunt," Roy Prescott growled, as he thrust his huge cock into the wet, warm crevice between her spread thighs.
Jessica turned to look at him over her shoulder, and smiled with cum-slickened lips. This is what she wanted, needed.
"Mmmmmm, Roy...I'm so, so hot," she panted. "Don't just rub with your cock, stick it in me."
"Watching you suck off Larson made me hot as hell," he gritted. "I just about came watching that pretty throat of yours bob up and down when you swallowed his cum. Now I'm ready for my turn at you."
"Then do it, fuck me hard."
Roy merely grunted and slid his hands around her hips, lifting her as he drove his dick deeply into the greedy mouth of her cunt hole. His trim belly slapped against her up-thrust hips as he entered her from behind.
She shrieked, body twitching from the fierce onslaught of his thrust.
Prescott used his enormous cock like a battering ram, slamming into her clutching cunt with shocking intensity. The friction of his harsh fucking produced a sensation that made her pussy feel raw and terrifically aroused.
She could feel how her clit pulsed and throbbed with overloaded desire. The wet sound of his prick sliding into her cunt was so exciting.
"You're the best, Roy," she wailed. "The absolute fuckin' best."
"And the day is young yet," Roy hissed. Holding her at the waist, his big hands nearly spanning her slim middle, he used the leverage to slam home his engorged dick. His hairy, taut balls bounced against her as he fucked away. Roy's eyes glittered as the girl's response became wilder and more unrestrained.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck," she chanted. "Fuck the shit out of me, you horny bastard."
Prescott laughed. He reared back and sat on his haunches, bringing Jessica's quivering body with him. His knees pushed her legs apart as she sat back on his lap, impaled on his surging cock. He covered the jiggling melons of her tits with his hands, squeezing her damp, swollen tit flesh.
She was held fast, loved it. The position made the pumping of his prick a pounding surf of lewd pleasure.
Jessica thrilled to the swift stroking of his meaty cock shaft. Her cunt felt filled with his prick, alive and attuned to the feel and the scent and powerful vibrations his cock radiated.
Her nerves were so taut, they felt as fragile as crystal. And they could be just as easily shattered, if her pre-come tremors were any indication of the orgasmic eruption about to happen. As much as Jessica wished to prolong the delightful sensations, she yearned too for the blissful release of climax.
With a helpless, hopeless wail of joy, Jessica convulsed as Roy jabbed his cock in her. Her heart pounded erratically and the edge of her vision grew dark.
Prescott let out a bellow of pleasure and hunched against her with an incredible, balls-deep fuck thrust, then emptied his hot load of juice into her fuck-hole.
"Oh, my God," she babbled. "It's as fantastic as I thought it would be...oh, shit, I feel like I'm going to come forever and ever."
Her cunt clenched and sucked at Roy's pulsating prick like a cruel vise, draining him.
Sated at last, they relaxed, slumping down on the blanket. Jessica looked around through slitted, passion-glazed eyes and gave a startled gasp.
Only a few feet away, his head thrown back and his teeth clenched in a frenzy, Larson pumped his shocking intensity. The friction of his harsh fucking produced a sensation that made her pussy feel raw and terrifically aroused.
She could feel how her clit pulsed and throbbed with overloaded desire. The wet sound of his prick sliding into her cunt was so exciting.
"You're the best, Roy," she wailed. "The absolute fuckin' best."
"And the day is young yet," Roy hissed. Holding her at the waist, his big hands nearly spanning her slim middle, he used the leverage to slam home his engorged dick. His hairy, taut balls bounced against her as he fucked away. Roy's eyes glittered as the girl's response became wilder and more unrestrained.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck," she chanted. "Fuck the shit out of me, you horny bastard."
Prescott laughed. He reared back and sat on his haunches, bringing Jessica's quivering body with him. His knees pushed her legs apart as she sat back on his lap, impaled on his surging cock. He covered the jiggling melons of her tits with his hands, squeezing her damp, swollen tit flesh.
She was held fast, loved it. The position made the pumping of his prick a pounding surf of lewd pleasure.
Jessica thrilled to the swift stroking of his meaty cock shaft. Her cunt felt filled with his prick, alive and attuned to the feel and the scent and powerful vibrations his cock radiated.
Her nerves were so taut, they felt as fragile as crystal. And they could be just as easily shattered, if her pre-come tremors were any indication of the orgasmic eruption about to happen. As much as Jessica wished to prolong the delightful sensations, she yearned too for the blissful release of climax.
With a helpless, hopeless wail of joy, Jessica convulsed as Roy jabbed his cock in her. Her heart pounded erratically and the edge of her vision grew dark.
Prescott let out a bellow of pleasure and hunched against her with an incredible, balls-deep fuck thrust, then emptied his hot load of juice into her fuck-hole.
"Oh, my God," she babbled. "It's as fantastic as I thought it would be...oh, shit, I feel like I'm going to come forever and ever."
Her cunt clenched and sucked at Roy's pulsating prick like a cruel vise, draining him.
Sated at last, they relaxed, slumping down on the blanket. Jessica looked around through slitted, passion-glazed eyes and gave a startled gasp.
Only a few feet away, his head thrown back and his teeth clenched in a frenzy, Larson pumped his cock to completion. Thick jets of foamy cum pumped out, arcing, dribbling on his body.
Roy nudged her. "Go on, little kitten," he hissed, "go lap at the cream."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Go on, pet," Prescott urged. "You were so cum-hungry before, have some more."
Jessica stared at him, still hazy-headed from her mind-blowing climax.
She looked over at Larson again. Sticky pools of cum dapped his flesh. He lay sprawled, mouth open, sucking in air.
Prescott nudged her again.
With her arms and legs quivery-feeling, Jessica crawled over to where the sated driver lay. He opened his eyes, looked at her and smiled an invitation.
Jessica knelt beside his body, her eyes glued to the thick oozing of his cock. She heard Prescott moving up beside her, knew he was watching avidly.
She licked her lips. Dipped her head.
The groan she heard could have come from either Roy or his driver, she wasn't sure which. It didn't really matter. Now her concentration, her attention was only on the tasty dribbling she was lapping up, as daintily as a cat laps at sweet cream.
Larson stirred, his muscles jumping and twitching crazily at the sensation of her rasping little tongue on his skin.
"Mmmmmm, good," Jessica mumbled, moving her mouth to lap some more.
In the moments it took to lick up the sticky trails of cum from his body, she could hear the steady increase in Roy's breathing from behind her.
"Damn, you're a horny little cunt, aren't you?" he grunted. "Ready for anything."
She moaned in agreement. Slurping up Larson's juice was getting her excited again.
Jessica jumped, startled, when Roy staggered to his feet and took off, muttering something.
Larson turned to her, his eyes flickering over her rosy, dewy body.
"What's he up to now?" he asked huskily.
She laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Who knows? Something wonderfully wicked, I hope."
It wasn't long before they found out.
Roy came waltzing back to the clearing, holding three bottles of champagne aloft.
"Nectar of the gods!" he cried out, then laughed uproariously at some private thought. He dropped down on the blanket.
They jostled and laughed as they each took a bottle and worked loose the corks. Three loud pops sounded, and each gulped at the foaming liquid.
"Ah, delicious," Roy sighed. "Almost as refreshing and delicious as your juicy little pussy, Jessica. Yes, almost."
"Well, I wouldn't know about that," Larson grumbled good-naturedly.
Roy stopped, looked at his chauffeur, then met Jessica's eyes.
"Then, my boy, it's high time you found out," Roy chuckled.
Jessica caught her breath. She swallowed to ease the sudden thickness in her throat. "Yes," she purred. "C'mon, Larson, drink from my pussy."
The driver's eyes flew to her glinting cunt mound, enticingly exposed as she lay sprawled on the blanket.
Jessica spread her legs wide. She smiled, tipped her bottle and took a gulp. A bit of the champagne dribbled from the corner of her mouth, down her chin. She ran her tongue over her lips.
He needed no more urging. Setting aside his own bottle, Larson moved over, got between her legs.
Jessica brought up her legs, heels against her ass. She let her knees fall open, crudely exposing the tender pink meat of her pussy.
Larson stared at the juicy treasure of her wide-open cunt with a fierce, lusty look in his dark eyes. Then he grabbed Jessica's champagne bottle from her. He tipped the bottle, let a tiny trickle of liquid splash onto her belly. It pooled in the depression of her navel.
The driver leaned down, running his long rasping tongue all over the slight swell of her stomach, lapping up the juice.
"Oooohhhh, that was cold," Jessica cried.
"Don't worry, you'll warm back up real fast," Larson boasted.
She had no doubt about that. The way his tongue was curling and slithering over her flesh created a warmth all its own. She looked over, saw Roy enjoying the sight. She realized he liked the voyeur aspect of all this, and enjoyed having his fill of watching, before joining in the erotic play.
Larson's mouth moved to her middle. She felt the tongue dipping into her bellybutton, tasting the drops of liquid settled there.
Her navel seemed a sensual live-wire, connected directly with her cunt. Flashing sensations ricocheted along her nerve endings.
"Wow, that feels sexy," she murmured throatily.
"Tastes just as sexy," Larson replied, his voice sounding thick.
She could hardly wait for him to taste even more of her. He seemed to have thought the same thing. Tipping the bottle once again, he let champagne drip into her cunt curls, ooze down into her pussy slit.
She shivered at the coolness invading her heated cunt. Then she gasped as his face mashed into her pussy.
"God, eat me . . .eat me!"
The champagne mingled with her aromatic, sticky cunt cream, drenching her pussy. Larson lapped it up, running his tongue up and down her pussy.
Evidently Roy had had enough of watching. Through her passion-hazed eyes, she saw him scramble over, felt the cool wetness as he, too, poured the liquid over her full tits.
After bathing her boobs, he began licking away the wetness with his tongue, as his driver was licking at her agitated cunt. Roy concentrated his oral attention on the stiff, puckered tips of her tits. His tongue moaned around and around the nubby islands, tapped at the taut peaks.
"God, it's so good, so good," Jessica muttered, twisting her head in abandon.
She loved the double pleasure of having both Roy and his employee tasting her tits and pussy. It was enough to make her head spin with delight.
Larson raised up only long enough to pour more champagne into her pussy, then dropped down to drink from her carnal cunt cup.
Desire flashed in her like heat lightning splashing a night sky.
The bottles of champagne were soon nearly used up, dribbled over her swollen tits, poured into the quivering hole of her cunt. She squealed, lost in a delirium of wanton lust, as Larson's mouth fastened on the ultra-sensitive lump of her clit.
"Yes, yesssss," she wailed. "Suck my cunt, you big-cocked stud."
Prescott's teeth on her tender nipples made her cry out again as brand new sparks of excitement flared in her glowing body. She shivered at the raw, vivid sensations, sharply aware of sensual joy in every cell of her being.
"Oh, God, I need more," she moaned. "Please...oh, please...fuck me. Fuck me, one of you...both of you...I don't care, just fuck me!"
Larson left the tasty feast of her pussy with obvious reluctance. Prescott, too, left the tender treat of her silky tits. The two men looked at each other, then grinned.
"Well, boss," Larson said. "What's it to be...heads or tails?"
"I only wish I could enjoy both at once," Roy answered ruefully. "You want tails?"
"Yeah, I sure do," the driver said, eyeing her moist cunt greedily.
"So do I," Roy grunted. "But it's her ass I want most. . . shit, let's fuck her together."
She lay still, watching them through narrowed eyes. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and she ached for someone, anyone, to give her the royal fucking she needed so urgently.
Hearing their plan to fuck her together made Jessica's heart race. She quivered in wicked excitement as Larson pushed between her legs, resting the plump head of his cock at the elastic opening of her fuck-hole.
She groaned and arched her hips, trying to force his prick into the aching void of her pussy.
With a loud, satisfied grunt, Larson drove his dick into her with a single, clean stroke, burying his raging prick to the limit in her cunt. Jessica wailed at the shocking invasion of her pussy, and shuddered wildly.
Larson's fat, long cock pounded into her cunt, making wet slurping noises for a few minutes. Then, grabbing her by the ass, he rolled over on his side with her leg flung over his hips.
Prescott hurried to slide against her damp back, his fierce rock-rard cock jutting from the tangle of coarse hair at his crotch.
"Jesus, what's that?" Jessica shrieked, at the splash of cool liquid on her ass crevice.
"Just the last of the champagne, pet," Roy said thickly. "Champagne to coat my cock, champagne to slick your asshole...the only way to butt fuck!"
His swollen prick prodded the humid crack of her ass, and he slipped his arms around her, cupping the heavy mounds of her tits.
Insistently, Prescott pressed his cock against the tight, clenched mouth of her asshole, while Larson fucked her from the front, rhythmically stroking his prick into her churning cunt.
Rapidly Prescott pushed his prick into the elastic mouth of her brownie. He felt the flesh open, give, accepting his invading dick. He inched his wide hard cock into the steamy depths of her asshole, firmly, smoothly.
"My God," Jessica wailed. "You're stuffing me with cock. It's wonderful!"
She alternately hunched forward and backward, against the wild fuck force of each of the two men.
Both men crammed their pricks into her, fucking steadily into her writhing cunt and tight asshole, separated only by a thin wall of flesh. She thrilled to the double fucking friction, addicted to the stimulating bliss it gave her.
Prescott squeezed her tits together as he ground his chunky cock into her shitter, making his balls nudge against her body. On the other side, Larson flexed his ass sharply and quickly, screwing savagely into her pussy.
She felt a hot glow of exquisite sensation flood her body. Her butt hole was spasming, milking Prescott's pounding dick.
"Fuck me hard," she begged. "I'm so close...fuck me hard and fast."
The men pistoned their pricks into the thrashing girl relentlessly. They increased the tempo, pounding her until she felt almost faint.
Her body trembled at the brink, then exploded in a swift gush of erotic feeling. The two cocks ripped into cunt and asshole, fanning the fire of her climax.
They lasted only seconds longer. The harsh sounds of their groans and grunts echoed in the tiny clearing as the two men erupted into orgasm, pumping spurt after spurt of milky cum deep into her throbbing cunt, up her asshole.
The three of them slumped together, a wet, sticky tangle of arms and legs.
"I haven't felt so totally fucked in my life," Jessica gasped. "It's so wild...I just can't think straight."
"Yeah, I know the feeling," Larson grunted.
Soon their labored breathing slowed, their heartbeats returned to normal.
Roy sat up, then rose and started gathering the champagne bottles they'd tossed aside.
"Let's get going," he said, grinning, as he gave Jessica a playful swat on the butt.
"Hmmmmm, do we have to?" She was so drowsy now, all she wanted to do was take a nice long nap.
"Yes, we do," Roy said firmly. "Delightful as this all was, I still have a business to run, you know."
"Oh, all right," she grumbled. Larson helped her to her feet.
"Don't worry," Roy Prescott assured her. "This was just a sample of all the fucking to come!"
"Where the hell did you go yesterday afternoon?" John's voice was harsh and demanding.
She wasn't about to tell him she spent her afternoon fucking and sucking his chief competitor. . . and the man's chauffeur!
Instead, she eyed John coolly and spoke. "I went out. Period. Just like you did the day before, and just like the others did. If Nick and Bob could just take time off, I figured I had the same rights. So...I, uh...I just left early."
John sighed, rubbed his chin. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I still feel like shit. I come in, you're sitting there, looking cool, calm, almost painfully confident somehow. It just ticked me off for some reason."
She smiled to herself. It upset him, she was sure, because subconsciously he must have realized she looked so good because she'd had the best beauty treatment there was...being fucked!
There was nothing like balling to bring a fresh bloom to the cheeks, a bounce to the step, and a sparkle to the eye!
"I wish I knew how this fucking fire business was going to turn out," John grumbled. He walked to the front door and stared out at the street.
"Oh, I think the thing will die down," Jessica commented. "I know we've lost a good size commission, John, but it's not the end of the world, you know."
"Oh, no?" His voice was bitter.
"Please don't get worked up again," she pleaded. "I have a feeling it's all going to work out just fine. If Prescott is behind the fire, he'll have to lay low for awhile any way. And...and maybe the authorities will find some other conclusion. But for Prescott. . . well, I just have a feeling he's not going to trouble us any longer."
"Oh, you do, do you? You have a feeling. Great," he grimaced.
"Let's say. . . woman's intuition."
He turned to face her. "You really think so?"
"Think positive," she urged him.
"Maybe you're right," her boss said thoughtfully.
Jessica knew she was right. Roy had promised, now that he had her firmly in his power, that he would stop trying to ruin Graham Real Estate.
In return, she only had to do what she wanted to do anyway. . . be Roy's wanton, willing mistress. She looked at her watch, and felt the insistent beat of hot lust building deep inside her pussy.
She was meeting Roy Prescott for lunch. And it was a cunt-lapping, cock-sucking feast to anticipate!
