Archive Note: There were two chapters in the hardcopy pocketbook labeled as "CHAPTER EIGHT" and no "CHAPTER SEVEN."
CHAPTER ONE
Gilbert Morrison was proud of his business. He'd been in the garment district in New York City for most of his lifetime. His father had come there as a young man. Gilbert had decided to stay on.
He was pleased with the opportunities that his Seventh Avenue garment company offered. He had an excellent designer who had scored with many winners year after year at the fashion shows. This always brought him so much business that he knew he had to expand. He was waiting for his son Greg, who was in his mid-twenties.
Greg came home from college following summer school and was ready to start in the fall. His father took him around the office. The moment Greg saw a stylish-looking, red-haired secretary, he was excited.
Gilda Clancy was his father's private secretary and she looked at Greg with an expression that indicated she might like to go to bed with him.
"You've got a nice secretary, dad," he commented.
"Yes, and I don't want you getting friendly with the employees," he reminded his son. "It's bad business."
He walked into the next office and was pleased and surprised to see his name plate. There it was on the front of the desk, GREG MORRISON.
"I told you, you'd have a job waiting for you," his father enthused.
He pressed a buzzer and a beautiful but shy blonde came in. She looked to be about twenty-five and the long, blonde hair that fell around her shoulders, complemented by her soft blue eyes and shapely figure, indicated to Greg he was very fortunate to have such a super-looking secretary.
"This is my son, Greg," Gilbert introduced him proudly, "and this is your secretary, Betty Richards."
Betty came over and extended her hand in warm friendship.
"I'm so pleased to meet you, Greg," she told him. "Your father has said so many good things about you."
"I'm glad to hear that," Greg nodded. "He usually is telling me I'm doing something wrong."
Gilbert didn't like his son saying that.
"Thank you, Betty," he nodded, indicating she should leave the office.
Once she'd stepped out, he shook his head.
"Son," Gilbert began, "I don't want you confiding anything in the people around here. If you would learn to keep your distance, it would be better for everyone concerned. And I don't like the way you looked at that secretary of yours. Maybe I should have gotten an older woman."
"Oh, no, she'll do just fine," Greg flashed a knowing smile.
His father made a phone call and then showed him around the offices of the Morrison Fashion Center on Seventh Avenue.
When the day was over they went to The Top Of The Six's and had dinner. Vividly they recalled the first day that Greg had gone to college. His mother smiled, "You didn't know what you wanted to do then. But your father and I thought business would be the best course for you to take. I'm so glad that you finally agreed with us."
Greg was pleased, too. that his parents were excited over his new career.
"A toast to all of us," Gilbert suggested, raising his champagne glass for the occasion.
As they dined together, Greg looked out over the magnificent panoramic view of the lights of the city of New York. He was thinking. Somewhere out there in the night, that beautiful blonde secretary that he had observed in the afternoon, was no doubt having herself a ball at some uptown disco. He wished that he could be with her. Sure, he enjoyed dining with his folks, but his mind was on Betty.
The following day when his father wasn't around, Greg walked over to Betty and got better acquainted with her.
"You're a nice girl, Betty," he told her. "What do you do when you quit working? All work and no play...."
She looked up at him with little interest.
"I get around," she told him. "I go to fashionable parties and discos. But I have a boyfriend."
He looked at her and asked anxiously, "Are you going steady?"
He could be witty and charming as the occasion demanded.
"No," she told him. "What difference does that make to you?"
"All the difference in the world," he smiled.
Just then a designer came in.
"I'm Caesar," he smiled, "and your father wants me to meet you. We're making dresses for the beautiful people, aren't we?"
For a second Greg looked at Betty. Betty Richards looked up at him. Instantly she looked away. There was something about Greg Morrison's penetrating brown eyes that gripped her.
"The beautiful people buy our line," he commented. "Morrison Fashion Center Clothes, with designs by Caesar."
Caesar carried some new dresses on his arm. He held them up proudly.
"These are my latest creations."
Greg couldn't help it. He cut loose.
"As far as I'm concerned," he told him, "that stuff looks like a Goodwill sale."
Caesar was beside himself with anger.
"This is a two-hundred-dollar pantsuit," he said angrily, "and this represents a three-hundred-dollar dress."
Betty Richards broke in quickly. She had the self-assurance and sophistication to handle a delicate, awkward situation like this, and did so instantly.
"Yes," she exclaimed breathlessly, "Caesar has done wonders for your father. As a matter-of-fact, Morrison Fashion Center Clothes jumped fifty percent in business last year, with Caesar's designs."
Caesar almost fluttered his eyelids as he looked at her.
"Some people around here appreciate me. There's true communication with you, Betty. I'm sorry."
He was about to bow and take off when Betty stopped him.
"Caesar," she quipped, "get off your high horse. Greg is new to this business. Remember, your first day in the business? You didn't have the assurance that you do now. So relax. Actually, Greg," she continued, "some of these clothes can look quite glamorous on the right model."
Greg shrugged.
"I guess it's not my job to judge what the public wants," he admitted candidly. "I'm supposed to look at the business end of it. And Caesar, if your designs produce results like Betty Richards claims, no wonder my father talks about you so highly."
Having used a little psychology on him, pleased Caesar.
"It's wonderful to be appreciated," he nodded as he turned and left the room.
Heaving a sigh, Betty Richards tried to explain to her young, handsome, new boss what his failings were in a tactful manner.
"I don't like to tell you how to run your. business," she said quietly, "but designers have been known to be tempera mental. Even though you may find some of their designs ridiculous, if they sell-that's what counts. Isn't that the bottom line?"
Turning around, Greg Morrison took a look at Betty's beautiful bottom.
"Yes," he admitted. "What are you doing for dinner tonight?"
"Oh, I'll have one big evening in a beautiful restaurant," she told him. "That is, if I go out with...."
She left her sentence dangling in mid-air, giving Greg an opportunity to interject, "You're going out with me."
"Am I?" she smiled.
Coming over to her, Greg wrapped his arms protectively around her.
"If I have anything to say about it, yes," he told her quickly. "I know a wonderful place where we can be tonight. There's a restaurant where we can have a tremendous view of Manhattan. I was there last night with my parents. But you haven't seen the light of New York until you've seen it with...."
"Don't get carried away, Greg," Betty warned him. "I know the pressures of your job are great. But you'll handle it."
That afternoon he reminded her that he wanted to pick her up at seven.
"All right," she agreed, giving him her address.
Seven o'clock that night Greg Morrison drove around her apartment. She lived in the high Fifties. He stopped at Third Avenue and Fifty-Third Street and spotted the apartment. There she was, standing waiting for him.
His eagerness to get there quickly almost overcame his better judgment as he gunned the engine and drove over to where she was standing.
"Do you always drive like that?" Betty asked as she opened the car door and slipped in beside him.
"When I'm picking up a beautiful girl like you ... yes," Greg grinned, as he revved the engine and took off.
He drove to a small French restaurant in Greenwich Village. He figured it would be the type of place that she would like. , "I thought we were going to The Top Of the Six's," she reminded him.
"I thought it would be nicer to come here instead," he said as he let the boy take the car in the parking lot.
The front of the restaurant had a long, dimly lit bar and a few small tables. The back of the restaurant was quaint and did look almost as if it had been transplanted from the Left Bank. A man was sitting at a piano and singing a soft French ballad. A fireplace in the corner cast its glow around the room.
"I like little places like this," she agreed.
Once they were seated, the waitress came over and took their order for drinks. Greg insisted on buying her a good vintage wine. Sipping their wine slowly, he was electrified by the beauty of the blonde seated near him. All the while he was thinking ... thinking about the problems that he had encountered earlier in the day with Caesar.
"Thanks for saving me today," he told her as he patted her hand affectionately.
"I knew you didn't mean what you were saying," she told him. "You just aren't used to the fashion world yet. But you will get used to it. It's actually a lot of fun."
As the pianist began playing a French melody that Greg remembered from the time that he was in Paris, he looked at Betty with lustful eyes. There was a softness and sweetness about her and that excited him. But it was apparent that she was not eager for seduction. For when he pressed his legs against hers, she pulled away.
"Why did you do that?" he asked her.
The beautiful dress that she was wearing encased her bosoms magnificently. Greg could see the sweet innocence on her face and it bothered him that he was getting so hot for her body, as he might be driving down a dead-end street.
"I know you're the boss," she told him frankly, "but that doesn't mean you can take liberties with me."
He sat there as casually and unobtrusively as possible and simply stared at her. She was not at all what he had in mind for tonight. He figured she would go to bed with him. She wasn't the haughty, aloof or high-fashioned type. She was, however, a working girl who knew her way around New York. And she was confident of herself. So confident, in fact, that she figured it was worth sacrificing anything to preserve her innocence.
When the waitress came and took their order for dinner, Greg pulled his leg from Betty's and was careful not to let her know for an instant what he felt. None the less, she understood completely.
"Am I a disappointment to you?" Betty asked when they had finished their dessert.
"No," he told her. "I just wanted to know about you. I'm glad we were out tonight. For example, I didn't know that you once thought of going to business college, too. And you decided instead to take a secretarial course. You see, we actually both learned something tonight."
Once they were in the car driving back to her place in the Fifties, he made a pitch for her.
"Would you like somebody to stay overnight with you ... to protect you?"
Betty shook her head slowly.
"That's real nice of you, Greg," she assured him, "but I prefer sleeping alone. Thanks, but no thanks."
He lit a cigarette and turned on the car radio.
"I wonder if you always turn down the boss. Did my old man ever try to put the make on you?"
Betty didn't say anything now. She was silent.
"I'm not gonna talk about you or what you asked me," she finally explained, "so I don't think I should talk about anything your father has said to me."
Greg couldn't help but admire her. At least she was being as honest as she knew how. He pressed his leg against hers once more and she pulled away.
"I ... I had a good time," she told him, "and I'll see you in the office tomorrow."
The following day in the office Greg was attracted to Betty Richards but couldn't make any headway about a date for the weekend. Gilda Clancy walked by and gave him the eye. She was a stylish-looking female in her thirties. She was a divorcee, he had found out from his father, and always looking for a man. Gilda introduced herself.
"I'm Miss Clancy," she grinned, "and I haven't gotten acquainted with you yet."
"What a pity," Greg told her flatly. "Maybe we should go out for drinks after work tonight."
Betty Richards overheard them. Greg deliberately talked loud enough so she could hear, hoping it would get her jealous.
After Gilda had agreed to go out with him for drinks following the work day, he went over to Betty.
"Well, I guess it's ladies day," he told her. "At least, one lady wants me to go out with her tonight."
CHAPTER TWO
When Gilda Clancy and Greg Morrison were sipping drinks in a nearby bar, she didn't hesitate to let him know what she wanted. All at once she was reaching over and groping him.
"Not in here, honey," Greg told her.
"Let's go someplace," she whispered. "I'm horny for you."
"I've never had a woman come after me like this before," he admitted, not knowing exactly how to react to the beautiful redhead's advances.
"I believe in sexual equality, don't you?" she winked as she pressed on his penis.
"Yes, if it means you giving me a good time," he told her.
"Baby, you come to my apartment and I'll give you the best time of your life," she told him.
Greg realized that her finer qualities were probably hidden beneath the surface. And he was eager to get in her apartment as well as anything else she would permit him to get into.
"Sure, honey," he told her seriously. "Anything you say. But don't come on too strong. You're gonna make me feel like the weak one. I'm not quite that passive."
At that point he bent over so no one could hear and whispered, "I want to fuck you."
Gilda burst out laughing.
"What's so funny about that?" he demanded.
"You're being so honest, honey," Gilda slurred drunkenly. "I mean, it isn't everybody who'll tell it like it is. They beat about the bush and say they want this and they want that. They want to hear your records. They certainly have to show you their etchings. Baby, you said you wanted to fuck ... and I like that."
Greg knew Gilda was stoned and talking dirty. He figured he'd better get her out of the bar as swiftly as possible.
"My car is parked behind the bar, honey," he told her. "I'll drive out front. Can you make it?"
"Sure," she told him. "I'll meet you out there in a minute. You gonna pick up the bill or am I?"
He laughed as he grabbed the bill and went over to pay it.
Gilda took out a compact and put on some lipstick before she managed to get to her feet and walk unsteadily from the bar out to wait for him in front.
Moments later Greg's car pulled up. She went around to the other side of the car and got in. Finding it rather difficult to close the car door, he reached over and closed it for her.
They drove to his apartment on East Fifty-Fourth Street. They went up to the seventh floor. When he opened the apartment, Greg realized he probably had made a mistake. For the first thing Gilda did was compare his place to hers.
"You've sure got a lot of space here, honey," she told him. "I live in a shoe box compared to this."
"Why don't you take off your clothes, Gilda?" he suggested.
She looked at him in amazement.
"Don't look so surprised, honey," he told her. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. I turn you on and you turn me on. That's all. So why don't you get your clothes off?"
Gilda laughed.
"I turn a lot of men on. I really do. That's how I get my kicks, honey. I like to turn them on. I like to see their cocks get big."
She was so sure of herself that it got Greg a bit disgusted.
"You've got a pretty good opinion of yourself, haven't you?" he smirked.
"Of course I do," she told him. "And so will you when you finish having sex with me. I've never had any complaints."
"Well, as long as you're a good piece of ass," he told her, "I won't make any complaints. But you'd better give me what I want.
"Right now," Gilda Clancy looked at him, "I'd like a drink, if you don't mind. Could you mix the lady a drink?"
She burst out laughing raucously now.
"You've had enough," he said, shaking his head. "Now go into the bedroom and strip. I'll be in in a minute."
"Where are you goin', honey?" she called out drunkenly. "Don't get one of those prophylactic things. I like to feel skin.'"
He came back and found her lying stark naked in the middle of his king-size bed.
"Wow," he exclaimed as he looked down at her shaved pussy.
"Do you like it?" she asked, opening and closing her legs and pumping up and down as if she had an imaginary penis pumping in her vagina.
"You've got what it takes, honey," he told her. "Yeah, you've got it right there between your luscious legs."
"How about that?" she winked, as she stuck her finger in her vagina.
When he looked at her in amazement as he started taking off his shirt, she sensed that he was amazed at her uninhibited sexual play with her body.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," she told him. "I like to fuck myself. I won't disappoint you, darling. I promise you that. Just give me one more idrink."
"No way," he told her. He found he couldn't meet her gaze. He felt edgy and uneasy. She was older than he was and this troubled him.
"Older women make the best fucks," she said raucously. "Tell you what you do, honey. Pour champagne in my cunt and lick it out. How about that?"
As he slipped off his shorts and his huge, throbbing cock flipped into view, her eyes lit up.
"Man, how many inches have you got?" she asked excitedly. "You've got to measure that."
Greg laughed. He went into the living room and picked up a bottle of champagne from the bar. Returning, he came over to her and told her to pull her cunt lips apart.
"I'm gonna give you that drink," he told her. "Right in your cunt."
She parted her vagina. The moist, glistening pink cunt flesh excited him. Greg took the champagne glass over to her and poured some champagne in her pussy. Bending over, after he had placed the glass on the night stand, he clutched her ass cheeks and pulled her pussy to his lips and started sucking. He licked the champagne out of her vagina, flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit.
"OOOHHH," she groaned in a frenzy, "YES, YESSS. SUCK MY PUSSY. I LOVE IT. DO THAT TO ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS."
The tantalizing sensation of him clutching her buttocks as he sucked on her cunt ignited her passions. She locked her legs around his shoulders and ground her cunt in his face.
His tongue lapping at her pussy stimulated and aroused her to a passionate pitch. Her green eyes sparkled as she threw her head back and forth. What a gorgeous piece of ass she was, Greg thought to himself as he sucked on her noisily.
He thrilled to the sight of her red hair flaring across the white pillows as he ate her box.
"OOOHHH, HONEY," she told him, "I KNOW HOW TO SUCK COCK. LET ME EAT YOUR PRICK. COME ON, BABY, WHEN YOU FINISH SUCKING MY CUNT LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK OFF."
Hastily lapping up her cunt juices, he began nibbling at her clit and she juiced some more. Her spasming pussy juices ignited him. He was sucking voraciously now, enjoying every delicious drop of her. The ivory smoothness of her skin added to his pleasure.
"EAT ME," she panted as she rocked her head back and forth, whimpering in animalish delight as he sucked upon her shaved pussy.
Pulling his tongue from her cunt, he licked to her tits and sucked on them, too. Nibbling first one tit, he massaged the other. Reaching down, he fingered her juicy vagina and then slipped his finger in her ass.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME," she winced as she felt his slippery finger exploring her anal opening.
The delicious excitement that she felt rocking through her body drove her up the wall.
"COME ON," he told her, "NOW, BABY, YOU LICK MY PRICK."
The older woman knew exactly what to tell her young lover to do.
"I want you to straddle me," she explained. "I want you to straddle my face. Lower your ass directly over my mouth. I want to lick it."
He enjoyed lowering his thighs over her beautiful face. Her hands reached up to clasp his bare, naked buttocks. Her tongue lightly licked at his ass cheeks.
"EAT MY ASS OUT," Greg demanded.
Sparing nothing now, she flipped her tongue right up his asshole.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he gasped as he looked in the mirror at the obscene sight.
There she was, pumping her tongue lustfully up his ass crack. The lewd performance of her frenzied tongue stimulated him. He could feel his quivering cock get harder. The raging genital heat in his crotch had him so totally turned on he was starting to ooze cum from his cock tip.
Reaching for his prick he began pumping on it.
"EAT ME," he exclaimed. "SUCK MY ASSHOLE."
When she had finished sucking on his butt, she worked her way to his balls. Her mouth opened and she sucked smoothly ,on his testicles.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "I LOVE IT. COME ON, BABY. I'M GONNA GIVE YOU A COCK SUCK."
She opened her mouth and allowed him to insert his prick inch by inch inside. The pungent scent of his musky crotch excited her. She loved having his bruising penis tip sliding down her throat.
"EAT ME," he demanded. "SUCK MY COCK, SUCK IT."
His hard-throbbing cock invaded her throat. With intense, deep strokes he savagely fucked her throat. She moaned as he went on ravishing her. The sizzling tip of his cock was dripping with cum.
"EAT ME," he cried ecstatically. "SUCK MY PRICK OFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I WANT TO SEE YOU SUCK."
Her lips fastened on his cock head. She closed her eyes and played with his ass cheeks. She would squeeze his buttocks, then release her grip on them. Then her hands went for his balls.
"SUCK ME," he told her. "SUCK MY PRICK."
He could hardly stand it now.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he let his cock slide all the way down her throat.
Hot, white cum surged down her throat. She gripped his slick cock and held it as she sucked the head of it.
"EAT IT," he told her passionately. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK IT OFF."
Her lips gripped his cock as he finished pumping it down her throat with wild abandon.
Slowly he eased out of her mouth. She kissed the tip of his male member. He pulled off the bed and got himself a drink.
"WOW," Gilda exclaimed when he came back into the bedroom with a beer in his hand, "YOU'RE QUITE A MAN."
She looked at him with delighted expressions playing about her lips.
"I've never given a guy a blow job like you," she told him. "You taste sweet like sugar, baby."
Once she got back on the bed she began fingering herself. From the sight of her beautiful vagina it was obvious to him that she wanted him to fuck her.
He got on top of the bed and she looked at his steel-hard erection.
"Let me guide it in," Gilda suggested.
Gripping his huge, throbbing prick, she pulled it to her pussy.
"FUCK ME," she begged. "FUCK ME."
He rammed it to her with strong, deep strokes.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "THAT'S WHAT I LIKE. NOW YOU'RE FUCKING."
Her vagina muscles clasped his cock. She twisted her hips and he began realizing she was snapping her pussy.
"How do you like it when I grab it, baby?" Gilda whispered. "Isn't that great?"
This was the first time that Greg had ever experienced a woman's pussy clasping at his cock with every stabbing thrust.
"Yeah, how did you learn to do that?" he asked her curiously.
"Oh, it's a little trick I learned," she told him as she reached behind him.
She was pushing a knotted piece of string to his buttocks. Glancing over his shoulder in the mirror, he was curious about what she was doing this for.
"Now why the fuck are you doing that, Gilda?" Greg asked in amazement.
"You'll find out when I pull the string out," she giggled.
Once she'd stuffed all the string up his asshole, she slowly began pulling it out. Sure enough, Greg found out. At each point where the string was knotted, he received a thrilling, erotic sensation unlike anything he had ever .known before.
"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," he told her as he became more wild than ever before.
A misty sheen of perspiration covered his body. He was fucking in her with animalish frenzy.
"FUCK IT," he exclaimed as he rode his prick in her moistly heated cunt. "FUCK!"
Looking down at her alabaster orbs, he noticed the distended nipples.
"OOOHHH, BABY, YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCK," he panted as he drove his prick into her pouting pussy lips.
The smooth skin and her beautiful green eyes and red hair lashing back and forth across the bed as she threw her head in erotic ecstasy, ignited his passions even more.
"I never knew I could get so many kicks out of having a string up my asshole," he laughed as he rammed his prick up her with strong, throbbing, lewd strokes.
"I'll lock my legs around yours now, honey," she told him, "and I'll bring you off."
Greg was lost in the throes of his mad desire. He was completely oblivious to everything else but his own pleasure. The muscular young, college boy's face twisted in a contorted expression of raw, sheer lust as he looked down at the beautiful redhead beneath him. He enjoyed plunging his blood-engorged penis into her pussy. Driving forward, he felt his weight smashing against her full, rounded breasts, tightly back against his chest. He thrust his hips forward, his thick cock sliding hard up into her pink, glistening cunt, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her pussy in gently rippling waves before it. There was no stopping him now, until with a loud groan from his throat, his balls smacked heavily at the quivering white cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
He could feel Gilda struggling beneath him, but it didn't matter. If anything, it added to his pleasure. She had pulled the string all the way out of his asshole now and was throwing her legs around him with savage force. She loved the feel of his rock-hard, heavily veined cock driving in her. It felt as though her cunt was being torn into a thousand quivering shreds.
"FUCK ME. FUCK ME," she begged.
Greg rammed into her cunt without mercy. He loved screwing her. His cock was driven so deep in her trembling belly, it filled it almost to the point of bursting. He levered her beautifully satin-smooth legs off the bed in an arc far back over her head, pressing her feet harshly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders. Her tortured body was bent back double, the pain of her straining muscles almost overpowering. The glistening, wet plane of her cunt was presented up to him as he quickened his vicious thrusts, a lewd intrusion, making her dilated vagina grow and expand before his uncontrolled assault, the heavy weight of his muscular loins crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider, ever wider apart as he plunged forward with all of his strength, to sink his prick as deep as possible into her smooth belly.
Gilda groaned defensively beneath him, her face showing a strange mixture of humiliation and pain that she was experiencing. She tried not to defy him as she felt the pain easing with the stillness of her body. She had sex with many men before. But never before with such a savage, wild fucker.
His hands cupped her full, naked breasts, twisting and squeezing them with brutality, teasing and tugging them until she thought they would burst from his wild manipulations. Greg was plunging now with increasing cock stabs into the warmly seeping walls of her cunt, which began to grasp hungrily around his thick, blood-engorged rod, her hips slithering up wetly to devour the length of his lust-bloated flesh.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she panted rhythmically as he rode his prick deep into her, thrilling her even more with the long, spearing strokes of his fucking.
Gilda had waited for a man to take her on like this. She had no idea that the boss's son would ever be such a wild screw. But she was glad that he was fucking her with intensity, wild, ever-mounting excitement. He was sweating over her, moving suddenly into a series of smooth, long, plunging strokes that brought his lust-thickened penis almost all the way out of her softly clutching vagina on the backstroke, then ramming forward into her until he could feel the blood-swollen head of his cock colliding hard against the cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside. The hot fires of animal lust burned out of control in his madly fucking loins. He forgot about everything else in the world. He forgot about his father telling him never to fuck someone who worked in the office. As far as Greg was concerned, the only thing that mattered to him was the animal lust of her naked, beautiful body, writhing, twisting beneath him. She was beautiful, a full-bodied, older woman, responding under him to his skewering cock with frantically roving hands. Spurred on by her widely pitching body and the way she pressed her heels against his shoulders, he dug deeply into her, pinning her flatter to the mattress and restricting her movements until she thought she would go mad unless she could move with him as freely as she wanted.
Greg raised himself over her in a push-up position, his hands dropping from her passion-flushed breasts to grip her ankles and pry them farther apart and level with her upper torso for leverage. She moaned and attempted to hump upward so she felt his climax approaching, driving her wild with a force she never knew existed.
Her hot hands darted behind his hard-driving, sinewy buttocks, pulling them apart as far as humanly possible into her opening, spasming loins.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she begged in a voice drenched with mind-reeling passion.
Gilda's cum flowed wetly around Greg's still-driving cock, spilling down into the soft, excitedly clenching crevice of her buttocks, flooding his testicles and the base of his prick as he drove unrelentingly into her.
Greg was making it now. His hard, throbbing cock exploded in her cunt.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as she reached down, cupping the twin globes of his ass cheeks as he exploded.
His thick, hot liquid shot deep into her widely stretched womb, mixing salaciously with the wetness of her cumming. Her head whirled in mindless sensuality, as the burning, powerful squirts of his cum shot deep inside of her, filling her to overflowing with his warm, sticky whiteness.
Greg fucked like a wild man. Gilda loved every inch of his prick. The sensation of his sperm shooting in her thrilled her.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she panted passionately as she squeezed and clasped his buttocks.
When he finished screwing her, he eased off her. His cum dribbled on her pussy.
"That was a wild ride, fucker," she said, out of breath now.
"You know how to snap your pussy," he winked. "And I like a woman who can do that."
CHAPTER THREE
Once Greg had managed to get in bed with Gilda Clancy, he was eager to experiment with Betty Richards. However, that wasn't quite as easy.
Gilda was watchful of him now. She wanted to make certain that Betty Richards didn't get so intimately involved that she would seduce him. After all, she thought to herself, she had the experience and know-how and there wasn't any reason why Betty should get him.
Greg had an appointment with a new designer to look at his line, around noon. He told Betty that he would be gone until two in the afternoon.
"I will take care of everything, Mr. Morrison," she told him.
"You can call me Greg, if you want to," he told her.
As he paid attention to the flee of papers on his desk, he couldn't help looking up at the beautiful, shy, blonde girl. He kept imagining how pleasurable it would be if she would agree to have something to do with him. As his hot glance fell on her, Betty felt uneasy.
"Why do you look at me like that?" she finally asked him.
Greg got to his feet and went over to where she was busily typing on her electric typewriter.
"I can't help it," he told her. "You upset me."
Innocently, the shy, young secretary looked up into her boss's eyes.
"How do I upset you?"
Betty wasn't aware of the devastating time bomb she possessed in the form of her beautiful face and voluptuous figure. She could not understand why it was so upsetting for men to look at her generous-size bosoms. Moving closer, Greg examined her breasts. He could see everything but the nipple tip. Suddenly he reached out and gently massaged her bosoms.
"Mr. Morrison," she said, pulling away, "what are you trying to do?"
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "But I couldn't help it."
Going back to his desk, Greg tried to pay attention to the work before him. His father came in and said he wanted to speak with him. Going into his father's office, he noticed Betty was watching him closely. too
"Son," his father shook his head, "you are meeting with some very important people today. I want you to talk about the new line that we're introducing. I think we ought to come up with the slit skirt. It's the latest thing in the fashion world. And we don't have anything on that."
"Great," Greg agreed. "I will see what their designs indicate and I will suggest something in case they don't have any slit-skirt dresses."
Returning to his office, Greg again apologized. But he still was determined that he was going to bend her will his way.
"I would like to see you after work," he told her.
"Why?" Betty asked, knowing exactly what the answer was.
"Get off my back," he chuckled. "You know damned well why. You turn me on."
Betty abruptly pushed the chair back where she was seated at the typewriter.
"But why do I turn you on? What is there about me that gets you so excited?"
"I could answer that better over dinner tonight if you'd come along with me," he told her.
It seemed as though it was light years away from being out with Gilda the previous night. Even though he had enjoyed her enormously, he was looking forward to the opportunity to break Betty in. His troubled mind began to focus on how he would make it all come true.
"I guess we could have dinner tonight, if you don't get any funny ideas," Betty said casually.
"I'll try to be on my best behavior," he promised her.
Going into another office, he did some work getting ready for the luncheon appointment he had with the designers. Betty's pulse began to noticeably quicken when he returned to the office. Her supple thighs started to quiver as she looked at him and the velvety valley between her legs caused her to tremble. There was a strange accelerating electricity every time the handsome young man came into his room. It was different with Gilbert Morrison, Greg's father. She could handle him, even though he was always trying to get fresh, for she wasn't responding herself. However, once she discovered how turned on she could get just being in his presence, she was upset.
She tried to close the curtains in her mind when it came to sensuous and lustful feelings. For she had been taught this was all wrong.
Going over to her, Greg told her that she could take the rest of the afternoon off, if she wanted to.
"What about your father?" she asked quietly. "Wouldn't he get upset?"
"Maybe, but don't worry about it," he told her. "Tonight I want to pick you up at your place. Can I?"
"Let's not make it a heavy date," Betty asked anxiously. "Something casual. We could eat right here in the restaurant on the first floor of the building."
Hesitating a moment, Greg thought about her responses. He knew if he came on too strong she would pull back.
"Sure," lie agreed, "that would be fine. What time do you want to meet me there?"
"How about seven-thirty?" she suggested, looking at him with that beautiful face that always got him excited.
"Seven-thirty would be fine ... downstairs."
Hurrying on to his appointment, Greg found himself thinking more and more about seven-thirty. He could hardly wait until the time when he would be alone with Betty.
The business conference went well. Fortunately, the designers did have a series of dresses with the slit skirt, just as his father Gilbert had recommended. He worked out a time-table so they could deliver some samples to his office.
"Dad and I work closely together," he explained to the designers, "and if he goes along with it, I will, too. I'm just getting started and I've got a lot to learn."
Greg Morrison's humility impressed the men who told him they welcomed him into the garment business.
"We need more men like you," one of them observed. "You have the humility and the dedication. That's what's lacking in so many of today's young people who come right out of college and think they are supposed to go to the top overnight. But it doesn't work that way."
Greg was pleased now that he had been able to see their designs and felt that his father would go along with the idea of having samples of their work for a wholesalers' convention that was coming up in Atlantic City shortly.
Instead of going back to the office, Greg phoned in and told Gilda Clancy to tell his father that he was going to his apartment to get some rest.
"Did I wear you out?" Gilda kidded him.
"No way," he told her. "We'll get together again, Gilda."
Gilda couldn't help give him a jibe.
"By the way, your secretary, Betty Richards, took off early this afternoon." ... " Yes, she said she wanted the afternoon off," he explained.
"How nice," Gilda said smoothly. "You wouldn't be having a date with her tonight by any chance, would you?"
Greg laughed. He knew very well that Gilda was jealous and checking on his every move.
"You've got a dangerous mind, Gilda," he told her. "You're always imagining things."
"Knowing you like I do," Gilda snapped, "I have to let my imagination wander. Because your roving eyes are forever wandering, aren't they, Greg?"
"Have a lovely evening," he told her.
"You and Betty have a nice time tonight, too," she said. "Enjoy it."
She hung up abruptly. Greg realized that he was getting in thicker and deeper than he desired. But what else could he do? He got in his car and drove down the busy streets of Manhattan to his apartment house. He lived off Riverside Drive and had an excellent view of the Hudson River. He was happy that his father wanted him in the business, but it did torment him to think that he found himself constantly pulled this way and that, sexually. As soon as he would see a beautiful woman who appeared to want him, he desired her just as much. And it was this torment that nudged at his ego. For he felt there was something wrong with him if he didn't make the play when sex was making itself so available.
He got in his apartment and pulled the blinds open and looked out at the Hudson River and the city in the distance. The sun was just setting and he realized that in a couple of hours he would be meeting with Betty. In a way he wished he could forget it. He hated to botch up her life. He knew very well how upset he'd gotten Gilda Clancy. Sure he enjoyed fucking with her. She was a good piece of ass. But that was it. He could take it or leave it. And when Betty Richards came along the next morning, he wanted to leave it.
Greg stripped and took a shower. Then he got in bed naked and stretched out to rest. He set the alarm and fell sound asleep. When the alarm went off at six-forty-five, he awoke abruptly. It was just starting to get dark. He got dressed slowly and for a moment thought he should pick up the phone and call the restaurant and tell them that he couldn't make it and that was the message to give to Betty Richards. He thought better about it, however, as he reasoned that she might be disappointed. He knew he would be if he couldn't get to know Betty a hell of a lot better than he already did.
He put on one of his best suits and brushed his hair, making it a point to wear a masculine cologne as he wanted to be as appealing as possible.
Going down to the elevator, he saw a girl who had just moved in a week before. She smiled at him and said, "Hello, there." He nodded and smiled back at her. "Pleased to meet you," he winked.
For a second Greg thought the girl was going to stop and chat with him. But he didn't dare get involved with a third woman. He had Gilda Clancy uptight and he was supposed to see Betty Richards tonight. He couldn't very well handle another woman. That is, unless he was two men.
CHAPTER FOUR
The moment Betty Richards saw Greg Morrison striding into the restaurant, she was delighted and pleased she had agreed to meet him. He did look handsome in his dark blue suit, with his white shirt and bold, blue tie.
"Good evening, Betty," he smiled, flashing her his best dazzling-teeth look.
"What a day," she told him. "I haven't had such a good time in a long time."
"Didn't dad ever give you a day off?"
"Not if he could help it," she admitted candidly. "Gilbert Morrison is all business. That is, except when he tries to get friendly with some of the girls."
"Does he try to put the make on you?"
"No," Betty admitted. "But he gives me the impression that if I would let him know something was available, he wouldn't refuse it."
"I doubt if dad would refuse any generous offer," he admitted.
They had a drink and then he suggested they go to another place.
"I know a little restaurant over in the East Fifties," he smiled. "It's a lovely Italian restaurant, where they have the most fantastic food. You'd love it."
"I guess I could," Betty told him. "But we don't want to stay out too late. You've got to get up and go to work tomorrow."
"Don't worry about it," he told her.
They went over to the Italian restaurant and sure enough, it was just as Greg had told her it would be. It was an attractive place, with the effect of an Italian village. The lighting was low and there was a trellis with grapes overhead. The candles at each table were set in wine bottles. Italian music was playing and the waiters all looked Italian.
When they had Finished dining, Greg told her that he wanted to take her for a ride.
"I guess we could go for a ride ... if you don't stay out too long," she repeated. "There is tomorrow morning ... and work."
Sighing heavily, Greg tried to think of some way to distract her. As he looked at her Firm, jutting breasts pressing against her blouse, he could hardly wait to see them. He was impatient to have her in the bedroom.
"You're a nice girl," he told her, "and it's difficult for me to resist touching you."
"You didn't resist it this morning," she reminded him.
Without saying anything for a moment, Greg wanted to guage her response. She was becoming powerless to resist him and this bothered her.
"You know, Greg," she told him, "I've never felt the way I do about you, about any other man."
Betty's lust-starved consciousness was being satisfied as she looked at him. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead as she envisioned him straddling her body, panting like a runaway locomotive as his pelvis pushed with tingling devastation against hers. She could almost feel the smooth, rubbery tip of his blood-engorged cock slamming confidently inside of the tight confines of her moist, velvety slit.
"Can you go to bed with me?" he asked, then broke out laughing.
"Sure, if you want to," Betty replied.
"You don't mean it, do you?"
Betty had to return to the image that she had always projected.
"Of course I don't," she told him. "I thought it was such a terrible thing for you to ask that I was giving you the response you deserved."
He reached over and let his hands press against the tautness of her nipples.
"Baby," he told her, "you don't know how much I want to see those tits of yours. Why don't you just unfasten your blouse and give me a look at those breasts?"
Shaking her head, Betty told him, "No."
"I'm not some kind of a sex creep that you can examine," she told him. "I'm just a secretary trying to make a living in New York. It isn't easy when you have so many men frying to put the make on you. It's awful to be beautiful and have big bosoms, with large nipples. I wish I didn't have this trim waist and these long, lithe legs. I'm tired of being the object of all of these men wanting to get in bed with me."
"You forgot something," he reminded her. "You never said one word about that cute pink pussy of yours."
The dazzling sight of her erotic sex aroused him as he thought about it.
"You dirty bastard," she quipped. "How dare you talk to me like that? I'm a decent girl."
"I never said you weren't," he winked. "But, baby, if we could make it together tonight, I could teach you so much about living."
"Fucking isn't living," she snapped furiously. "I'm sick and tired of being told by every man in Manhattan that I haven't lived until I've felt their damned prick in my pussy."
Seeing Betty's blue eyes flare, excited him.
"You should get angry more often," he told her. "You look so beautiful."
With reckless abandon, Greg told her what he would do.
"I would put you in a shower and run the soap over your gorgeous body," he told her. "I would slip it in your pussy. I would slide it in your asshole. Then I would let it wander up to your gorgeous bosoms and soap them. I'd pinch the nipples and press my lips against yours and French you."
The thoughts that he was projecting to her mind had the magical effect that he wanted them to.
"Oh, damned you," she quipped, "now I'm so horny for you I do want to go to bed with you."
He looked at her lustfully.
"Yes, baby, you want to go to bed and so do I. Let's make it together."
Suddenly he was wrapping his arms around her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know what you're doing to me."
Reaching over, he placed her hand on his crotch.
"Do you feel that?" he asked her.
She, envisioned his turgid male member when it was out of his shorts. Betty could see it flipping into view. Its broad, blunt head. Cum oozing from its tip.
"I want to give myself to you," he told her. "Let's have sex tonight."
Betty was powerless to resist his urging.
"All right," she whispered.
Greg said no more. She pulled her hand away from his crotch the moment that he released his grip. He drove quickly to his apartment. Parking the car in the subterranean garage, he got out and opened the door on the other side for her. Together they went up to his place which overlooked the Hudson. The lights at night were beautiful from the windows.
"It's wonderful out there," he told her. "It's a beautiful world. All you have to do is discover for yourself some of the pleasures of the flesh. And we'll make it twice as beautiful."
Sighing heavily, Betty came back to her senses for a moment.
"I ... I can't go through with it," she told him. "I've got butterflies in my stomach."
"Don't worry about the butterflies," he smiled. "I want to shove my prick in you. Do you understand?"
He went over to her. Betty closed her eyes and he wrapped his arms around her. Soon he was pressing his body against hers. She could feel his huge, throbbing prick as he pressed hard.
"OOOHHH, I WANT YOU," he told her. "I WANT YOU REAL BAD."
Hastily Greg stripped.
"Take your clothes off, baby," he begged. "We're gonna get in that shower together."
A feeling of delicious excitement swept over her. She undressed. Almost as if his words had hypnotized her and become a command, she followed his instructions. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
"Come in, Betty," he called out.
Betty followed him naked into the shower. He washed her off, just as he said he would. He slipped the soap instantly down between her legs. Gently he nudged the soap into her vagina.
"I've got a great idea for an invention," he told her. "I want to invent pecker soap. A soap shaped like a prick. It can slip in a cunt and clean it out and fuck it at the same time. How about that?"
She laughed as she listened to him going on.
"Turn around," he told her, "and I'm gonna slip the soap between your ass cheeks."
Betty turned around and he soaped her ass out. Next, he worked on her bosoms. He soaped them until they were white with suds.
"Just the nipple shows," he said as he forcefully reached forward with his finger tips and squeezed them.
She loved the delicious sensations that were stimulating her body now. At that point she felt as if her vagina was a burning cauldron ready to explode.
"Now you wash me off," he told her.
She took the soap and rubbed it across his massive chest. She worked it down to his crotch. Then she soaped his pubic hair and then she soaped his testicles. Betty slid the soap the entire length of his shaft. When he turned around, she soaped his back and then his buttocks. She slid the soap between his ass cheeks and down his sturdy legs. Tossing the soap in the nearby soap dish, she looked up at him and he clutched her. They kissed passionately as the shower water fell over their bodies, cleansing them.
"Let's get out, baby, I want to fuck and suck you every way I know how," he told her.
Just listening to Greg talk about sex in this bold manner excited her. Betty's eyes looked up at him with surprise and delight as she felt him massaging her bosoms.
Together they walked over to the bed. He threw back the bed covers and she eased onto the blue sheets. Spreading her legs she watched as his finger tips found their way to the budding node of her clitoris. He eased his fingers into her vagina and soon developed a tempo. He flipped his fingers back and forth across her clit, getting her so excited that soon her vagina was juicing. She knew that she might explode at any moment. Betty closed her eyes, savoring the excitement of his fingers sliding into her. However, she was amazed when all at once she felt his tongue licking at her crotch.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Betty asked, as if she were awakening from a bad dream.
"I'm licking your sweet pussy, baby," he told her. "That's all."
His hands gripped her twisting ass cheeks.
"Relax," he whispered huskily. "Let me tongue fuck your cunt."
Betty's cheeks reddened, her eyes opening wide as she spread her legs and lay back. Her body rocked with resolute zeal as he surged inside of her with his tongue. He kept flipping it back and forth in the warm confines of her vagina.
"OOOHHH," he told her. "I LOVE DOING THIS."
"SUCK ME, SUCK ME," she begged. "AAAHHH, OOOHHH, SUCK ME."
Betty threw her legs tightly around her lover.
She ground her cunt in his face and begged for more. Reaching down, she gripped his head and guided him on her vagina.
"OOOHHH, GREG," she gasped, "I LOVE THIS. SUCK ME, SUCK ME."
The beautiful girl caught her breath. Her blue eyes stared at him. She recognized he would stop at nothing to excite her and stimulate her. As she closed her eyes, she fantasized about his tongue lashes. Reaching underneath her, he held her buttocks up. He got his face right in there and swung his tongue back and forth around her ass crack. To her surprise and delight, Betty enjoyed the sensation of his tongue licking at her asshole. But what amazed her even more was when Greg Morrison stiffened his tongue and plunged it right up her tight rectal passageway.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSS," she groaned in a frenzy. "I CAN'T STAND IT. OHHHH, YES, I LOVE IT. SUCK MY PUSSY. SUCK ME, SUCK ME."
Delicious torrents of erotic excitement blazed through her body as he tongue fucked her.
The passionate frenzy she felt in her burning loins increased as he flipped his tongue back and forth across her love button. Soon he was nibbling at her clit noisily.
"SUCK ME, SUCK ME," Betty begged in a euphoric moment of sexual exaltation.
Throwing her legs over his shoulders, she pumped her cunt back to his mouth as if she had done this all of her life. It seemed like a most normal, natural and wonderful thing to do.
Tingles of delight surged through her body. She soon felt a misty sheen of perspiration covering her body as he continued pumping wildly in her cunt hole.
"OOOHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT," she gasped as her body began shaking like a leaf. "SUCK ME. EAT IT!"
Words tumbled out of her mouth that had never entered her mind before. It was exciting and stimulating to be loved like this.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "EAT MY CUNT."
His hot, lapping tongue licked her up noisily.
Once he had finished sucking on her cunt, he immediately straddled her. He pressed his erection between her bosoms. His hands reached for her breasts and he crushed her soft breast flesh against his erect, hard prick.
"I want to fuck your tits." he told her. "I really like your breasts."
Betty looked up at him. No wonder he had been so eager to feel of her bosoms. This was what he had in mind all along. Her golden hair was flung back and forth on the pillow as erotic ecstasy swept through her body. Tingling sensations of fiery lust surged through her. She loved having him ravish her. His prick pushed obscenely between her breasts to stimulate her all the more. Its turgid stiffness and blue veins and sperm-laden balls got her aroused.
"I'm going to teach you all about oral sex," he told her. "I just ate your pussy and licked your ass out. Now, baby, I'm gonna let you suck on my balls and my ass and my prick. You've got a lot to learn about love."
"Oh, Greg," she looked up at him anxiously, "no matter what you ask, I'll do it. I don't know why ... but I'll do it."
He tightened his grip on her bosoms. Greg pressed his lengthy penis back and forth with lusty delight.
"Now, baby," he whispered, "I'm gonna fuck your face. Just relax."
He pumped his rigid, hard prick back and forth and then pulled up. Greg swung his sweaty balls over her nose and then lowered his ass directly over her mouth.
"Grab my ass in your hands, baby," he told her, "and let your tongue lick my ass crease."
Looking up, she could see his buttocks coming closer, ever closer.
"GREG, YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND!" the innocent young blonde exclaimed. "I CAN'T LICK YOUR ASSHOLE!"
"I ate your cunt, baby," Greg reminded her. "And I sucked on your ass. You loved it, too. Now return the favor."
It was true. He had licked her pussy. He had sucked on her cunt and eaten her ass out. The blonde knew she had to respond to his request. Her tongue gently licked along his bare, sinewy buttocks. Perhaps that would be enough to satisfy him. She certainly hoped so. With a friendly smile, he told her, "Hello down there. Pretty nice looking ass, isn't it? But you simply haven't got the hang of it, honey. You've got to stiffen your tongue and stab it right up my tight asshole." Greg's heart was palpitating from all the excitement he was receiving from the gorgeous blonde. Her tongue flicked between his bare buttocks. Soon she was energetically tongue fucking him.
"OOOHHH," Greg groaned as he rode her upraised tongue with his asshole.
Grabbing his balls in one hand to stimulate them, he pulled on his throbbing penis with the other.
"COME ON, BABY," he told her as he felt her tongue being inserted past the rubbery tight grip of his rectal opening.
At first Betty thought she would go crazy. How could she do such an awful thing? Once she became acclimated to it, however, she didn't mind it.
"SUCK MY ASS." he begged anxiously. "SUCK MY ASSHOLE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH. YES. YESSSS. SUCK MY ASS OUT!"
Betty watched his balls swinging in front of her nose as she ate his butt. Pulling off a moment he lowered his balls directly over her luscious, sensuous lips.
"You hungry?" he smiled.
She was visibly shaken at what he was expecting her to do. It wasn't enough that he asked her to lick his ass, but she had to suck on his balls. Opening her mouth, she let him slide his lust-bloated testicles inside. Her tongue gently cradled them.
"Nice balls, baby," he told her, "and they're loaded. I want to explode in your mouth. I'll shoot you my wad. Hot, sweet, sticky cum. You'll love every delicious drop of it."
The prospect of getting to suck him off ignited her passionate desires.
"Baby, it's gonna be beautiful," he whispered. "Real beautiful."
He gripped her head now and forced her farther down. She sucked on his testicles and he then told her to insert her index finger in his asshole.
"That's the center of all the action," he told her. "That's my prostate gland you're massaging. And, baby, when I feed you my prick I want you to suck it real quick."
When he got so excited he thought he was going to erupt before her mouth covered his cock tip, he pulled away.
"Now, baby," he said excitedly, "I'm gonna feed you my cock inch by inch."
Delicious tingles of excitement raced through his body. He pulled back and force fed her his huge, throbbing penis.
"SUCK IT," he whispered enticingly. "SUCK MY PRICK OFF."
Her lips gripped his throbbing, huge man meat.
"EAT IT," he whispered. "SUCK EVERY INCH OF IT."
She closed her eyes savoring his throbbing, big prick. Betty sucked hungrily on his huge cock meat.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he cried out excitedly, "SUCK MY COCK. SUCK IT. SUCK IT OFF."
She could feel his pubic hair curling into her nose as she pumped back and forth on his throbbing, pulsing manhood. Her flared nostrils indicated she was enjoying the pungent scent of his crotch. His wicked prick was pumping down her throat. She whimpered as she sucked voraciously. The thick sperm was going to flood her face in moments. It was an obscene act, but that was precisely what made it so pleasurable. She loved the feel of the spongy cock head as her tongue swung back and forth. Betty was milking it with her mouth now and becoming more excited every second.
With an animalish frenzy, Betty was giving him a blow job he would never forget. She was a cock-hungry wench. Her index finger continued sliding up his asshole as he pumped his cock meat down her throat.
"OOOHHH," he told her excitedly, "SUCK MY PRICK. SUCK EVERY INCH OF IT."
She could feel his huge, throbbing prick almost choking her. Betty looked up at him wistfully with her expressive blue eyes. He enjoyed letting his ass and thighs ride her Firm breasts.
"YOU'VE GOT A NICE PAIR OF TITS, HONEY," he told her, "BUT IT'S YOUR MOUTH I LIKE. SUCK IT. OOOHHH, IT'S LIKE HOT VELVET WHEN I FUCK YOUR FACE. EAT IT. OOOHHH, BABY, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT. EVERY DROP OF IT. SUCK, SUCK, SUCK OFF!"
She enjoyed being dominated by him this way. Even though she had always thought this was an ugly act, as her tongue wetly licked his cock tip she discovered she loved it. The taste of his sperm about to explode turned her on. Her nervous fingers continued massaging his balls and fucking his ass, too.
"SUCK OFF," he told her. "YOU NEED THIS, HONEY. YOU NEED IT DAMNED BAD."
He kept fucking her with strong, hard strokes. The raging' genital heat in his loins stimulated him. Hungrily she sucked every inch of his throbbing prick meat. She would pull way off then slide way back. It pleased her to see the glistening saliva on his huge, throbbing, pulsing man flesh. The orbs of his bloated balls excited her. She wanted to taste the delicious flavor of him. It was the most intimate of acts. Once she had tasted his thick sperm, she knew that she would know him completely. The passion that raged through her body was unlike anything she had ever known before. She was ravenously hungry for his juicy cock head to shoot.
His hot, white cum shot into her eager, willing mouth.
"EAT IT," he commanded. "SUCK IT OFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES. EAT IT. SUCK IT OFF!"
His hot, throbbing cock unloaded. The juice dribbled from the corners of her mouth as he finished exploding his thick, creamy cum load.
When he withdrew from her eager mouth, he ran his fingers through her soft, silky hair. Her mouth had become a whirlpool of torrid lust that he had set in motion when he began playing with her bosoms that day in the office.
"I don't know what came over me," she admitted, as her tongue swiped at some of his cum which had landed on her sensuous lips.
"You're just a cock-hungry woman like all the others," he told her, "and you want to have a big prick to suck on like a lollipop."
She patted his sinewy, firm buttocks.
"I've done everything with you," she said, putting her hand to the side of her face guiltily.
"Sure," Greg whispered. "You let me lick your ass and suck your cunt. And, baby, you did the same for me. You gave me a super ass suck. I loved it most of all when you let me swing my prick down your throat. I like throat fucking a woman who wants to have my cum. There's nothing more disgusting than a woman who wants to spit it out. I've been with some tramps who really didn't know how to give a blow job. The little wenches liked to spit the stuff but. Can you imagine that?"
Betty shook her head in disbelief.
'Wo way, Lover, it tasted so good when you shot it to me."
"It's my sperm that tastes so good," he winked. "Not every man has thick, creamy cum like I do. It's manufactured a special way in my own ball factory."
She laughed as he bragged.
"Can I get you a drink?" he smiled.
"Yes," Betty told him. "I usually don't drink the hard stuff. But I need one tonight. I'm high, honey. I'm high on your juices."
Greg brought her a Martini. They sat there on the edge of the bed and he pulled the drapes back so they could see the view of the New York skyline in the distance and the Hudson River gliding by down below.
"I love this city," Greg told her. "A lot of people don't like our Big Apple anymore. But it's home to me-and I'll always love it."
"It's an exciting place to be," Betty admitted. "It really is. Sometimes I get to wondering. I wonder what all those people are doing out there."
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning when Greg Morrison went to work, his father congratulated him on his deal with the designers.
"Everyone I've talked to is very pleased with what you've accomplished," he told him.
He was about to leave his office when he came back to him and told him, "I'd like to see you at lunch-time. I have some important business to discuss with you."
Betty Richards looked suspiciously at Gilbert Morrison. She was certain that he was telling Greg not to have anything to do with his secretary. Betty went over to Greg and spoke with him nervously.
"Greg," she told him, "what did your father say?"
"It was nothing about you, Betty," he assured her.
He picked up the phone and began making a series of business calls that he had to get done before lunch.
Over lunch at a restaurant where a lot of the Seventh Avenue garment district businessmen went, Gilbert Morrison spoke freely to his son.
"I've got to tell you," he nodded, "that I'm so proud of what you've done that I figured we'd have a night on the town. There's a massage parlor in Manhattan that you really ought to visit. I mean, it's something else."
Greg wanted to tell his father that he was satisfied with the action in the office. However, he knew that was impossible, for his father would be furious that he'd been carrying on with his secretaries.
"I should think you would thank me," his father said abruptly.
"I'm sorry, dad," Greg told his father. "I can't thank you. I have some other ideas in mind. I'm sorry."
It did get to him that his father did not seem to appreciate the fact that his only concern was doing what he wanted to. His father wanted to direct and guide his actions.
"Now look, son," he told him, "it's wise to not mingle business with pleasure. You are going to get in trouble. I want to retire as soon as I can figure out a way to have you take over the business."
That afternoon there was plenty of trouble in the office. Gilda Clancy said that she wanted to speak to Greg alone. Greg shrugged and told Betty Richards that she could take a break. Betty was not happy over this.
"Sure, boss, anything you say," she told him cryptically.
The moment that Gilda Clancy heard that tone, she knew very well that Betty Richards felt slighted and was hurt about the fact that she was seeing Greg alone.
"Well, get her," Gilda said tartly.
Betty gave her a withering glance over her shoulder as she left the two of them alone.
"There's a lot of talk going on around the office," she said. "They say you're having an affair with Betty. I hope you're not doing anything on the premises. That could get you in trouble. There are labor laws to cover things like that."
"All right, Gilda," Greg snapped, "you're flashing green. You're envious. Now what we did outside of this office is nobody's business but ours. All right?"
"I guess so," Gilda said, obviously slighted and hurt by the fact that he was paying attention to Betty Richards. "When are you and I gonna get together again, Greg?" Gilda smiled. "It's gonna be a long weekend for me. My steady broke up when I had that date with you."
Greg instantly saw the web that she was industriously weaving. Apparently, because he had one affair with her she was going to blame him for having lost her boyfriend.
"That's hardly my problem," ' he shouted at her.
"You're shouting" she told him.
"You bet your sweet ass I am," he told her, "and it burns the fuckin' hell out of me that you women want to trap me like that."
His life was getting complicated enough.
"I don't mean to be abrupt," Gilda said as tears misted her eyes, "but you're so damned appealing to me."
"Am I?" he asked as he looked at her.
"You know it, darling," she told him. "I enjoyed having sex with you so much the other night."
"Don't remind me. You're making me feel guilty," he told her.
"You don't have to feel guilty," she assured him. "I wanted it just as much as you did. But, baby, I can't help it. When you're in here with Betty, I know what she's trying to do."
"What is she trying to do?" he asked.
"You know damned well what that girl is trying to do," she told him. "She is trying to get you away from me. She's nuts about you, and, baby, I don't like it."
As he listened to her, Greg realized that she was sincere. And it bothered him that he could not agree with her thinkings.
"I'm sorry," he told her, "but I just don't care to play along with what you're thinking of."
It was obvious to him that she was going to be trouble.
"Look, I've got business to conduct here," he warned her. "I'll call you up the middle of next week."
"When?" Gilda demanded.
"About Wednesday. Is that soon enough for you?"
"Yes, pet," she said, throwing her arms around him and kissing him passionately.
Just then Betty Richards came in.
"I wish you would knock before you open the door," Greg exclaimed.
"I'm sorry" she apologized. "Should I come back later?"
"That would be nice," Gilda said, patting Greg on the cheek as she turned around abruptly and wiggling, walked out.
"That woman gets me," Betty said defiantly. "She has no right to come in here and put the make on you."
Greg could see the rivalry that was forming between the two women.
"Betty, we're here because we are supposed to be working," he reminded her patiently. "What we do outside of this office must not reflect on our business day. Otherwise, we'll get nothing done. Have you got that straight?"
"I've got it," she told him.
A few moments later the two of them were embroiled in another hot argument.
"I can't go out with you tonight, Betty," he told her. "My dad wants to talk business with me."
"He probably wants to introduce you to some of the tramps that he pals around with," she told him.
"You know plenty about my dad's business, don't you?"
"Everybody knows Gilbert Morrison is always looking for a woman who'll go to bed with him. He tried to put the make on me a couple of times."
"And did you?"
"No way," Betty snapped defiantly. "I didn't care for him that way. So I simply refused."
"The old man can't be too bad or he would have fired you if you didn't fuck," Greg said defensively. "Now get to work, Betty. No more talk about our personal lives in the office. We'll get together some time next week."
Betty went back to her typing chores. It seemed as if the day dragged on forever, as far as she was concerned. However, Greg was beginning to understand what complicated situations had developed in such a short time because he had not paid attention to what his father had told him. Apparently, his father knew much more about life than he cared to admit. It disgusted him that he hadn't listened. He wouldn't be caught in this bind-if he had.
As soon as he was able to get his thoughts straight, he returned to his business. That afternoon when the office closed, he went out with his father for drinks. Then his father took him to a posh massage parlor in the upper Manhattan area where he thought only private apartments existed.
"There are some nice places a lot of people don't know about," Gilbert Morrison explained, "and it's just as good they don't. Otherwise, we wouldn't have access to all that nice cunt, would we?"
Gilbert was talking crudely.
"I'll bet you didn't know there was this much life left in the old man," he told him. "Remember, son, I'm still in my fifties. Maybe when I get to my nineties, I won't be so horny."
"Hopefully not" Greg told him.
The quiet, unobtrusive-looking apartment house that they entered had a doorman and Greg went over to the series of mail boxes and studied them. His father immediately found the apartment he was looking for. They went upstairs to the apartment and it was only a moment before they were greeted by a dazzling blonde who told them to come right in.
"Good evening, Gilbert," she smiled. "And I take it, this is your son Greg."
"So I'm known," Greg grinned as he entered.
"Oh, your father has told me all about you," she smiled. "We're so pleased to have you visit us."
The young blonde's radiant, shoulder-length hair matched her suntanned complexion. She had intense blue eyes that contrasted with the healthy coppery glow of her exquisitely tanned skin.
"How do you keep so tanned?" Gilbert smiled!
"It's a Bermuda tan," she explained. "And I'm tanned all over. You can swim nude on their beaches."
They both had another drink and then she laughed as she told him it probably was time for him to get his massage.
"I'll have one of the girls come out and meet you," she told him.
A moment later a lovely, quiet girl named Doris, came out and introduced herself.
"Hi," she smiled shyly. "Who am I supposed to massage?"
"You're to massage Greg," the dazzling blonde informed the girl, "and I guess you can go to your room now. All right, Gilbert, come along with me and we'll take you down to see your favorite masseuse."
Following Doris down the hall to the bedroom was not a difficult thing for Greg to do. For Doris did have a shapely body and he enjoyed the sight of her.
"Your dad is quite a man," Doris told him. "I've massaged him a few times, too."
"All over?" Greg asked her.
"All over," she assured him as she told him that first he should take a shower and then stretch out on the bed on his stomach.
Greg felt awkward about the whole affair. His mind couldn't help thinking about the fact that possibly his own father had something to do with Doris. If he was going to have an affair with the same woman his father did, it somehow seemed wrong.
"Aren't you used to coming to places like this?" Doris asked him bluntly when he hesitated.
"Not exactly," Greg admitted. "Oh, I've fooled around in college. You know, the usual...."
"Yes," Doris nodded, "this is a little different than college."
Her brown eyes lit up as she recalled college and how she made it with so many men there. However, there was no money involved and she always felt short changed. Now there was plenty of bread for any sexual favors that she performed for the various customers who came to the massage parlor.
"I wondered what you looked like," Greg told her. "I mean, I wondered what one of these high-class hookers who-doubles as a massage girl would look like."
As Doris began stripping, she asked him boldly, "Are you disappointed? Are my tits big enough? What about the hips? And what about the legs?"
There was a certain disgusted tone in Doris's voice as she asked him these personal questions.
"I haven't had the opportunity to examine your tits yet," Greg told her. "You've just taken off your dress. When you take off your bra and let me look at them, naked, then I'll tell you."
Doris reached behind and unfastened her bra. As she pulled it off and let her naked breasts jut forward, an audible gasp issued from Greg's lips.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "What a pair of knockers!"
Going over to her, he reached out and fondled them.
"I thought you'd like them," she told him. "Your father enjoys playing with them and sucking on them."
"Damn it, don't mention my dad having sex with you," Greg told her. "This is a one-on-one relationship. Just you and me-bare-ass naked in bed, baby, and I don't want any talk about my father anymore."
Doris pulled away.
"You don't have to get angry," she told him. "You really don't, Greg."
Greg caught the fire in her voice and he calmed down.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm tense 'cause I've had a hard day," he told her.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm tense 'cause I've had a hard day," he told her.
"Don't think I have an easy time around here," she assured him. "It's tough. All these horny men wanting to get their rocks off. As a matter-of-fact, it's damned disgusting."
There wasn't the slightest doubt in his mind that Doris would be a tremendous piece of ass. But he was playing it slow. The breasts brought his immediate attention and then he was curious to see what the rest of her looked like.
"If you want to undress me," Doris told him, "you can. You're paying for it. Or your dad is."
That did get Greg angry. He came over to her and tugged at the elastic waistband of her panties, letting it snap back on her smooth stomach. She threw her head back and laughed.
"I guess that got to you," she told him.
He let his hand wander down to her vagina. Greg thrust a couple of fingers in her slit and pumped them forward. The exquisite pressure that she felt against her clitoris excited her. She pumped back in time to his finger stabs.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. "You really are."
Delicious tingles of excitement raced through their bodies.
"I want to fuck you," Greg told Doris, "and fuck you good."
They were both trembling with sexual arousal now.
"I really want to fuck you, Doris," he told her, "and I'm gonna take that shower real quick. Step out of those panties and let me see you completely naked."
Deftly she stepped out of her panties and stood before him with her legs parted. Putting her arms up, her breasts jutted forward. She was a magnificent-looking female specimen and it was easy for Greg to see why men would pay a lot of money to win her sexual favors.
"WOW!" he exclaimed. "ARE YOU EVER BUILT, BABY!"
It ignited him just to look at her.
"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU LIKE YOU'VE NEVER BEEN FUCKED BEFORE," he promised her.
Stripping completely now, he removed his shorts. His gigantic cock came into view and it pleased Doris.
"You're well hung, honey," she told him as she reached for his throbbing penis and played with it.
"I haven't had any complaints," Greg assured her as he winked and walked into the shower.
He turned the water on and she joined him. He always enjoyed playing with a naked woman in the shower. Heartily he washed her bosoms then slipped the soap down to her pussy, telling her to turn around so he could slide it between her buttocks.
Doris returned the favor.
They stepped out of the shower together, dried off and returned to the bedroom. Just as she had ordered him to, Greg stretched out on his stomach.
CHAPTER SIX
"I have this vibrator," Doris told Greg, "and I'll massage your back with it. I am a good masseuse. Sure, I fuck, too," she told him, "but I also suck. And, baby, I know how to give a blow job, you can be sure of that."
It made Greg's balls tingle just hearing her talk this way. She was so crude and yet it excited him.
"I swallow, honey," she told him. "I never spit it out. I can hardly wait to taste you."
Greg could hardly wait to ride his prick in her face and fuck her good. He wanted to release his balls in her mouth and watch her suck the cream right out of his cock tip.
As he lay there stretched out on his stomach, he parted his legs. She could see his big balls. At first she wanted to have the sex with him. However, she knew the rules of the house. Always give the massage first, and work slowly up to the actual performance of intercourse.
Pouring some oil into her hands, Doris began massaging it gently across his back. Greg enjoyed the sensation of her hands sliding smoothly across his back. He also enjoyed the sensation of her hands massaging his sinewy, firm ass globes. She worked her way down his thighs to his calves and his feet. And then she poured the oil onto her bosoms. The next thing he knew she was swinging her beautiful breasts across his buttocks.
"This is part of the massage, honey," she told him. "Doesn't it feel fantastic?"
She didn't need to give any propaganda for how great it felt to have her bosoms brushing over his buttocks. Her super breast flesh crushed on his ass cheeks. Soon she was kissing his buttocks and then she was licking them.
"OOOHHH, WOW!" Greg exclaimed. "THAT FEELS GOOD."
To add to his erotic pleasure, her finger tips went to work on his balls. Her index finger slipped up his tight anus as she continued massaging his ass cheeks with her slippery breasts.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he groaned, "THAT FEELS FANTASTIC. PLAY WITH ME. I LOVE IT."
The delectable excitement surged through his body wildly.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "I LOVE IT. WIGGLE YOUR TITS, BABY, WIGGLE 'EM." ' She crushed her great bosoms, slippery and smooth, across his ass cheeks. He could feel the taut nipples all erect. It was obvious that Doris had become excited.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he gasped, "I LOVE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT. KEEP PRESSING YOUR TITS AGAINST MY ASS."
The erotic excitement that he felt now caused him to wiggle.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME," he begged. "PLAY WITH ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT."
Dazzling lights seemed to flash in his mind as he felt he knew she was rolling him over. And then she was pressing his huge, throbbing, pulsing prick between her breasts. She pressed back and forth and licked the tip of his cock with her tongue. The satiny penis tip quivered noticeably. Drops of crystal cum oozed from the slit at the crown of his cock.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "I LOVE IT. YES. KEEP IT UP."
The fantastic arousal caused her to wait for that big prick to spray into her mouth. She wanted to suck. Their bodies were caught in a whirlpool of torrid lust that had been set in motion by the massage.
"SUCK MY COCK OFF," he begged. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK, SUCK!"
Her hands reached down to his firm ass flesh. Then her tongue whipped over his huge, throbbing cock head.
"AAAHHH, OHHHHHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME," he urged frantically.
Doris's tongue began to lave the seeping, inflamed tip of his cock. She massaged his balls and then with rapid succession, she let her mouth travel up and down the length of his huge, throbbing penis. Reaching down, he held her tightly and told her to swallow it all. He loved the sensation of her tongue slurpingly devouring his penis.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as she immersed herself on his manhood. "EAT ME, SUCK ME,' SWALLOW IT."
She thrilled to the sensation of his heavily veined penis pumping down her throat. Doris almost choked on his cum, but loved it.
"OOOHHH," Greg gasped, "I LOVE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT. SUCK IT. SUCK!"
His hips began to move forward. And then her mouth ground back, moving with intense desire as he pushed his penis fervently down her throat. Her hands clasped his buttocks as he rode her frantically.
"SUCK IT," Greg implored, "SUCK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSSS. EAT IT. COME ON, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT!"
Hot, white cum was about to erupt.
"EAT IT," he exclaimed, excitedly. "SUCK IT OFF."
A swelling flood tide of cum was about to unload from his prick. His legs pressed against her as he rose up off the bed to fuck. She gripped his firm, strong buttocks, enjoying the sensation of his ass cheeks rhythmically pumping as he fucked her face.
"OOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH, TAKE IT ALL, HONEY," he told her. "OOOOHHH, OOOHHH, EVERY DROP OF IT."
Doris looked in the mirror. It was exciting to see his blood-engorged, throbbing, pulsing prick shoving down her throat as he slammed his prick into her.
"EAT IT," he told her. "SUCK. OOOHHH, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!"
He was fucking her in an ever-quickening rhythm. She could taste him. Doris was waiting for the delicious sensation of his juice spilling in her mouth. She wanted to taste his seed desperately.
His leathery balls slapped against her face as he would pump all the way. She let her hands slip to the smooth crevice of his ass cheeks. Then she inserted her finger in his asshole, so she could massage his prostate.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A COCK SUCKER YOU ARE," Greg grunted. "YOU'RE PERFECT. OOOHHH, BABY, YOU'RE A COCK-SUCKING DREAM COME TRUE."
Wild, tingling sensations of desire coursed through her body as she sucked. She wanted to feel him. Every drop of him.
"EAT IT," he begged excitedly. "SUCK IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSS, SUCK IT!"
His strong, heavily veined, thick cock was driving in her with wild abandon. Bubbling passion was burning in his balls. Greg was about to erupt. Her lips held on firmly.
"EAT IT," he told her. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK, SUCK."
The whole pulsing length of his buried prick got her excited. Her lips hung on his throbbing rod. Animalish sounds issued from her throat as his cock was ready to explode.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "SUCK IT OFF."
The glistening length of his lust-engorged penis exploded. He continued tantalizing her with upstrokes and downstrokes, never stopping for a moment. She kept her hands clasped on his buttocks as he gyrated this way and that, and up and down, as he finished fucking her face.
She loved the taste of him. Greedily she sucked on him as he shoved his ramming prick deep inside her throat.
When he had finished unloading his cum in her mouth, she gulped. The aching length of his prick filled her, flooding her face with its thick, delicious-tasting cum.
After Doris pulled off Greg's prick, she licked it lovingly.
"Now I want you to fuck me," she told him. "I want to feel your prick plunging in my cunt."
Greg still had a hard-on. She lay back and spread her legs. He rolled over on top of her. Doris sensed that he wanted another fuck as fast as possible. Wasting no time, he gripped her hips and pulled her 'cunt to his cock.
"OOOHHH, FUCK ME, GREG," Doris begged in wild abandon.
His throbbing, pulsing prick rode into her. She loved the sensation of his thickly driving cock as he kept fucking her without mercy. The cords in her neck tightened in an unmistakable signal of lust. She was twisting and writhing like a wild animal. Her seething legs on either side of his plunging loins jiggled and jerked and twitched in lewd depravity, their warm, soft, intense strength clamping him tightly, then releasing him as he pulled her knees back against the tips of her swollen breasts, wiggling and thrusting her wet crotch and buttocks upward toward him, moaning and gasping continuously.
Doris wailed to herself in the delicious enchantment, recognizing that she was hopelessly impaled on his rock-hard cock, which was fucking her with unimpeded lust.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she begged frantically.
He increased the pace of his screwing movements. Her cunt muscles grabbed his hard prick as he rammed it to her.
"OOOHHH, YES, YES, SCREW ME," she urged. "LET ME FEEL IT."
Her cuntal walls opened, emitting a warm flow of fluid that bathed his thrusting, rampaging cock. Greg rammed harder, faster, burrowing his penis deeply into the hot liquid depths of Doris's desperately spewing cunt, while the warm, wet secretions seeped moistly around the lewd battering ram of penetrating prick, flowing down the crevice of her ass, jerking against the bed sheet beneath him, flooding his lust-tightened balls that continuously slapped rhythmically against her nakedly spasming anus.
"OOOHHH, DAMN IT, GREG, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT," she chanted, twisting and writhing beneath him, spurring her naked lover on to force her legs farther apart and back over her head while he fucked into her cunt like a madman.
Flashes of light spun inside her head as he continued driving into her. He loved the fact that she was cumming. It was obvious that she was enjoying it as much as he was. Doris's cuntal emissions were still flowing in spurts down the stretched and quivering cheeks of her rapidly straining buttocks.
"GREG, KEEP FUCKING ME," she begged with wanton desperation. "YES, YESSSS. KEEP FUCKING ME. I WANT IT, I WANT IT."
She closed her eyes, thrilling to the sensation of his jerking, spasming prick, which was sending hot jets of sperm shooting deeply into her hungry cunt.
Doris threw her head back and forth in wild delight as she felt him filling her with his sticky, hot sperm load. The sizzling walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped feverishly, milking the jerking prick like a sucking, hungry mouth.
"FUCK," he told her. "FUCK."
She lay there responding to every plunging, driving movement of his prick in her cunt hole.
"YES, YESSS," he told her as he kept screwing her in a whirlpool of hypnotic lust.
All at once he pulled away.
"WOW!" he laughed. "I MEAN, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO FUCK."
"You're just like your dad," Doris smiled.
He smiled as he pulled his dripping-with-cum cock from her cuntal orifice.
"Well, there is one difference," she finally told him. "There really is."
He lay back and lit a cigarette, listening to her talk.
"Tell me how my father fucks, " he urged. "I think every son ought to know how his dad screws. I mean, that's only fair, isn't it?"
"Yes," she whispered, "I'll tell you how he fucks."
She took a puff on his cigarette and then went for a drink. Going over to the dresser where a couple of bottles of booze and some ice cubes were, she asked Greg if he wanted something.
"Yeah, fix me a screwdriver," he told her.
Mixing some orange juice and vodka for the both of them, she came back to the bed.
"Your father is a damned sadist."
"A what?" Greg asked, not sure of what she was talking about.
"He's a fucking sadist," she shrieked. "You know, the kind that gets kicks when somebody gets hurt. It's really a disgusting way to fuck. But that's what he is-and that's what he does."
"I can't believe it," Greg confessed. "You mean, he likes to hurt a woman?"
"That's the only way he can get his balls off," she explained. "I'll tell you what your old man does. He comes in here and gets a belt. Then he has a girl get on her hands and knees and crawl all over the room. He lashes this leather belt across her bare bottom. Finally he overtakes her, mounts her and rides her. She has to keep crawling across the room while he's fucking her asshole. In other words, he's a sodomist."
She took another drink and laughed.
"Of course, there are some women who are masochists. They love it."
"A masochist?" Greg asked, still not certain of what she was talking about.
"Yeah, a masochist is a sex freak. A masochist enjoys pain. The sadist is the one who administers it and enjoys administering it. So a masochist and a sadist should get married. They could live happily ever after. He would get his kicks torturing her-and she would thrill to the suffering. What a beautiful relationship."
"I think it sounds sick."
"Well, don't knock it if you haven't tried it. Actually, your father is pretty good at ass fucking. I mean, he knows exactly the technique to make it feel good."
Greg became curious.
"Turn over," he told her.
"Why?" she asked, looking at him nervously.
"Turn over," he insisted, "so I can see if your ass turns me on."
"Fair enough," Doris agreed, although somewhat reluctantly. "But that doesn't mean I'm gonna give you permission to sodomize me. Frankly, I'm not a masochist. And I don't enjoy anal intercourse. I'm sorry."
Doris was disgusted. She realized she'd made a big mistake by ever mentioning to Greg what his father did. She felt that it might make him realize what a disgusting thing it was to perform anal intercourse. Instead, she was fearful that it might have turned him on instead of turning him off.
Reluctantly, the beautiful girl rolled over. Greg caught sight of her smooth, curving ass cheeks. They did look appealing. He reached out and began gently massaging them.
"No, you don't tiger," she told him, rolling over quickly. "You can confine your action to my cunt. You can lick my pussy and suck my asshole-but I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you stick that weapon up my tender ass!"
She began sipping her drink some more and Greg told her it wasn't fair.
"If you've let my dad sodomize you, why can't I?"
"That's not fair," Doris insisted. "It's really not, Greg. You've got a hell of a lot of nerve."
"You mean I've got a hell of a lot of cock," he told her. "And I want to fuck my way. I'm sorry, baby, but you've got me all worked up."
The tone of his voice indicated to Doris that Greg wasn't about to give up.
"Maybe," she told him slowly, "we could watch some fuck films of people carrying on that way. That would be enough. If you watch. And you could be fucking between my ass cheeks. You wouldn't have to slip it in."
Greg thought about it a long moment. He agreed it might be an interesting experience to fuck while watching films on closed circuit television. Getting off the bed, Doris went over to make a selection of video tapes.
"Okay, we'll put on the sodomy show," she said as casually as if she were talking about buying a loaf of bread. "Sodomy coming up," she said as she slipped the video tape in the machine and returned to the bed.
Once Greg saw the couple on the bed it did arouse him. Reluctantly Doris rolled over on her stomach.
"Between my buttocks, not up my asshole," she reminded him.
The man on the television screen was obviously enjoying himself. A naked girl was lying there with her buttocks draped over the edge of a bed. The man was gripping her bare ass cheeks and slipping his prick between them. The intense look on his face indicated the kind of erotic arousal that he was experiencing as he pumped his prick up her asshole.
"Look at that tiger go," Greg observed. "He's really making it."
Delicious tingles of excitement raced through Doris's body as she watched, too.
"OOOHHH," Greg groaned, "LOOK AT THAT."
He had her on a pillow. Her ass was angled up to make it easy for him to insert his prick.
"FUCK," he laughed. "THAT IS A REAL FUCK."
The man rammed his prick into the girl's asshole. The camera closed in at the moment of insertion. It got Greg so excited he could hardly stand it. He slipped a pillow underneath Doris's hips. Doris looked over her shoulder suspiciously.
"Remember, your promise, Greg," she told him.
Greg knew that it was not going to be easy to keep his promise. He pressed his bulging prick against the bone between her buttocks and derived a measure of pleasure. But his mind was obsessed with the idea of sodomizing her. After all, he felt if his father could fuck her asshole, why couldn't he? Doris had no right to discriminate against a son. If he could fuck her father-he could fuck her, too.
As he pressed his prick between her buttocks, he felt his balls tingling with excitement. His balls dragged on her smooth, curving ass cheeks, providing him with a great deal of pleasure.
"OOOHHH, FUCK IT, DORIS," he panted.
"FUCK."
Doris's hips wiggled.
"OOOHHH, HONEY," Greg told her, "I'M AFRAID I'M GONNA HAVE TO BREAK MY WORD. I CAN'T STAND IT."
The man on the television screen was getting his rocks off. He would plunge his prick all the way up the girl's asshole. She would wiggle and twist her behind and then he would pull out and shove it in again. His throbbing, huge, skewering prick was sadistically giving her a savage fuck. The girl was gurgling and whimpering. Obviously his raging genital heat was prompting him to continue driving his throbbing, thick prick into the rubbery grip of her hot tight rectum.
"Doris," he told her, "you're gonna get screwed. RIGHT UP YOUR ASSHOLE!"
She shuddered as she watched him.
"NO," she told him. "I'M GONNA PUT SOME LUBRICATION ON YOUR SHAFT. YOU ARE NOT GONNA STICK YOUR PRICK UP MY ASSHOLE WITHOUT A LOT OF HELP."
The masseuse leaped off the bed. She went to the bathroom, returning with a plastic tube of KY in one hand.
"I'm gonna coat your cock with KY," she explained, "and lubricate it good. Then you will be ready to fuck me."
Hastily she applied the KY onto his thick, throbbing shaft. His penis quivered with excitement as she prepared to permit him to screw her asshole.
"Part your buttocks," he told her, "so I can slip my prick up between them."
Accommodating him, Doris reached back, parting her ass cheeks, permitting him entrance to her tight anal opening. The moment the blunt head of his huge, throbbing prick rode to her tight anus, he inserted himself with a driving, thick ram of his blood-engorged member.
With heedless abandon, he drove his arrogant male rigidity up her hot, tight asshole. The gnawing sexual ardor that he felt in his loins prompted him to pump it to her as his heart thundered in sexual arhythmia.
"FUCK," he ordered her. "FUCK! TWIST YOUR ASS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSS. THAT'S HOW. NOW. OOOHHH, BABY, NOW YOU'RE SCREWING. I LOVE IT. SCREW IT, FUCK IT, FUCK IT!"
Greg gripped Doris's ass cheeks firmly. He plunged his slippery, hard prick between her curving buttocks. Keeping time to the tempo of the man screwing the girl up her ass on the television screen, Greg sodomized Doris.
"FUCK IT," he gasped. "FUCK!"
With hard, strong stokes he rode his cock right up her ass. She twisted and turned on his skewering prick. It hurt like the devil to take all of that cock meat up her asshole.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "NOW YOU'RE FUCKING. KEEP IT UP. FUCK, FUCK IT."
He rode up her ass with hard intensity. Greg played with her buttocks all the while.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON," he told her, "GRAB IT. TWIST YOUR BUTT AROUND. FUCK IT. FUCK!"
She ground her hips around, giving him more excitement than ever before.
"OOOHHH, BABY, LET ME GET IT ALL THE WAY UP YOUR ASS," he told her.
She loved it. Even this humiliation and shame that she felt didn't cause her to hate him for committing the act of sodomy upon her.
His eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands reached up to grip her ripe, dangling breasts. He pulled and squeezed them harshly and went on ramming his prick up her asshole. She moaned, "I WANT IT. EVERY FUCKING INCH. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHHHH, HARDER, HARDER, OOOOHHH, YES. I WANT TO FEEL YOUR BALLS EXPLODING UP MY ASSHOLE."
She was frantic to be fucked and he knew it.
"OOOHH, PLEASE, PLEASE," she begged through tears of shame and humiliation.
Greg knew she obviously was a masochist. She had teased and taunted him into doing this act. She had actually desired sodomy. It was the first time he had ever tried anal intercourse and he loved it.
He kept his hands kneading nervously and stretching the unprotected mounds of her buttocks. Her naked, kneeling body jerked up as she felt his prick riding in deeper.
"OOOHHH!" Doris mewled in mortification as he rammed it to her.
He went on brutally fucking her ass and she twisted her buttocks for him.
"COME ON," she told him, "LET ME FEEL IT. HARDER. OOOHHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSSS."
With all of his hard, desperate strength, he was giving her a fuck she could never forget.
"I WANT IT," he told her as every muscle in her twisted, naked, kneeling body was reaching to the breaking point.
She had been mentally reduced to shame and humiliation. A sense of sinful guilt swept over her-but she tried to forget it.
Gasping, Doris held her breath as she felt him ramming in the lubricated walls of her asshole. With a grunt of lust, he sank deeper in her butt. She squirmed as he guided his lust-hardened penis ever deeper up her ass. Doris cringed and twisted and begged, "SCREW ME. LET ME FEEL IT. I WANT IT. UP MY ASS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, YESSSSSS!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Greg enjoyed the frantic ass-fucking action enormously.
"WHAT A TIGHT ASS YOU ARE TO FUCK," he panted as he pumped it to her with all of his youthful hardness.
He continued to shove his loins forward and his long, rigid penis speared into the helplessly struggling woman without mercy, racing into her like a whirling drill bit that was boring through the depths of her belly and smashing all before it. And then suddenly his pelvis smacked tight into her upraised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap of flesh.
Doris's muffled groans of pain and humiliation went unheeded and unheard as he reached forward with both hands, to grasp her by her shoulders, pulling her naked body back tight against him. His long, virile, penetrating penis was sunk to its fullest depths in her quivering, white belly as she felt the hardness of its head pressing tightly against her sensitive cervix. There was no longer reason to struggle or fight anymore, even if she had the strength. Her body went limp and she felt the strong, young penis deep inside her ass beginning to saw in and out with merciless strokes.
Her sobs and groans only brought gasps of passionate pleasure from Greg. He realized how easy it was for him to become a sadist like his father was. He reached underneath her to grip the fullness of her dancing breasts.
"WOW!" he exclaimed as he went on plunging the long length of his wetly glistening cock into her ass.
He loved riding in her luscious, white behind in pistoning movements.
"FUCK," he told her, "FUCK IT."
His violent-thrusting prick rammed up her ass without mercy as she knelt in an obscene position while he lewdly fucked her with a powerful surging rhythm. Greg was filled with a crazy urge to fondle her pussy lips while he fucked her asshole. Reaching underneath her, he felt of her cunt. His fingers dug cruelly into her vagina as he flipped back and forth across her clitoris. His rampaging pole of flesh skewered and rammed in her ass with increasing abandonment.
Greg's body had become a sheer ball of untamed flesh that unleashed itself completely against the squirming ass in front of him. Savagely he fucked her. She mewled and begged for mercy as he rode in with his overpowering need, the only thing that mattered as he fucked her with all of his manly might.
As his rigidly long virility increased its penetration into her hot, tight asshole, she squeezed tightly, milking the head of his big prick. Tears of humiliation, frustration and pleasure b--rimmed in her eyes as she felt him shooting his load. He was proud of himself now.
"FUCK," he told her as she rotated her hips and bucked back in time to his long, hard thrusts up her asshole. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, YESSSS," he groaned as he threw his head back and forth, while his lewd, young sperm shot like a fire hose in her ass.
Doris gurgled as she felt him empty his cock in her behind.
"OOOHHH," she groaned as she felt her cunt juicing on his Fingers as he went on playing with her pussy, while he finished fucking her ass with unforgivable abandon.
When he finally pulled his prick out of her behind, some of his cum dripped on her smooth, bare buttocks. He slapped her and pulled out of her rectum completely.
"Like father-like son," Doris quipped.
She collapsed in a heap to catch her breath. Looking at him she told him how much she enjoyed having sex with him.
"I ... I can't tell you how much I enjoyed being Sadistically ravaged by you," she told him.
"I'm sorry if I bruised your butt," he told her.
"Don't apologize," she smiled. "I enjoyed it. I wanted you to fuck me like that. Why should I be anything but delighted?"
It was a good question and he knew the answer. She obviously loved it and he was pleased that she did.
Greg wanted to tell her how much pleasure he'd derived by ramming his prick up her ass. "It was an unusual sensation," he told her. "Tell me," Doris laughed.
"There was something bewitching about your buttocks," he explained. "They were so smooth and curving and beautiful. But the most fantastic thing was the sensation I got when I fingered your cunt while I fucked your ass at the same time. It was really beautiful."
"Once you got it up there," she told him, "it wasn't so bad. But at first it hurt like the devil. I don't see how I ever stood it."
The video tape of the sodomy sequence had finished. Going over to the television, Doris turned it off.
Just then there was a knock on the door. Gilbert Morrison called out to his son.
"Are you ready, Greg?" he asked him. "We've got to get going."
Greg took a shower, got dressed and thanked Doris for a beautiful evening.
As Gilbert drove with his son back to his apartment, he talked to him seriously.
"We're really gonna go forward in this business now that you're in it with me," he told him. "I can just feel it in my bones."
"That fashion design where one leg shows and the skirt is slit is the greatest thing in years. We've needed something like this for a long time. Long dresses and these silly dresses that hang on a girl's body and don't show her shape and jeansjust aren't enough to give the high-fashion gloss to style."
"What you mean is showing a little leg is sexy. Horny men will react. It will not only sell the dresses, it'll sell the women in them as well."
Gilbert laughed as he saw how quickly his son caught on to the tricks of the trade.
"That's it," he told him. "After all, we are in a business to make money. And sex and beauty are all part of our trade. And don't you ever forget it."
That following week Greg had his hands full. Betty Richards was feverish to go out with him again.
"When are we going out?" she asked him abruptly after she'd been to work only a few minutes Monday morning.
"Well, maybe we could go out tomorrow night," he told her.
"What's wrong with tonight?" she demanded. "Monday night is a perfect night to go dining. The restaurants aren't overly busy and it's really an ideal night for dinner on the town."
"Oh, fine," Greg agreed. "I think we can go to dinner. No problem."
He took her out to dinner that evening and just as he was about to take her home, she said, "Of course, you're staying over at my place."
"Am I?" Greg shook his head, not enjoying the fact at all that Betty, who had been so shy, had become quite dominant and demanding.
"Why not, tiger?" she asked, reaching down and groping him.
"Would you mind not doing that?" Greg asked nervously. "I'm just not accustomed to having a woman place her hand on my crotch."
"Why not?" Betty snapped. "You men have been placing your hands on women's crotches for centuries. Now that we have sexual equality, doesn't that mean a woman has a right to place her hand on a man's crotch?"
"I don't look at sexual equality that way," he told her. "There are all kinds of men and there are all kinds of women. Not every man throughout history has been prompted to act so horny that he couldn't keep his hands off a woman's body in public. So let's play it cool."
"You're the one who brought me out, baby," she reminded him. "All I can think of now is you."
There was no other way. He went to Betty's apartment. Her delicious, young body did excite him and he figured that he would give her something to think about.
"You enjoy doing different things with me, don't you Betty?" he asked her.
"Well ... yes," she agreed as she started undressing.
"I'm a very perverse man," he smiled, "and I like to try different things."
"Oh, you're just a dirty old man," she laughed, "and I love you for it."
Rushing to him like a young Venus, she threw her arms around him. He felt her great breasts pressing against him. He reached down to grip the sensual curves of her buttocks. The idea of sodomizing her appealed to him.
"Hey, you've got some nice tits, honey," he told her. "And those rose-tipped nipples are very appealing. But you've also got an awful cute ass."
Betty felt his hands gripping her buttocks.
"Take it easy, tiger," she told him. "What are you suggesting?"
"Sodomy," he told her.
Her innocent, deep-set eyes opened wide.
"WHAT?" she demanded.
"You heard me right," he insisted. "I want to fuck your asshole."
The thought of anybody sticking a prick up her ass bothered Betty.
"You couldn't," she told him. "My ass could never accommodate your hugeness."
"That's what you think, little love," he told her. "Just let me shove it."
Betty pulled away from him.
"No way," she told him.
"I'm gonna have it, whether you want me to or ' riot," he insisted. "I'm gonna screw your cute ass."
The thought of having him fuck her asshole had her uptight.
"No way," she insisted. "I'm not gonna let you fuck my asshole!"
All at once Greg's hot hands gripped her buttocks. He massaged them so that she did enjoy it. His tongue swept across the surface of them. While his tongue kept driving her into an ever-maddening genital rage, it slithered and twisted down to her behind. His fingers flipped into her vagina and he flicked back and forth across the node of her clitoris. This triggered her to become more aroused.
"Now," he told her, "arch your back."
Lustful desires shook his body as he prepared to invade her sensitive behind.
"I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you good," he told her. "And you're gonna love it."
With a hard, deep cock stab, he rammed it up her tight rectum. Pushing forcibly now, he rode into her savagely. She howled in pain and protest as she felt his lustful gigantic cock riding in her behind.
"FUCK YOU," he told her. "FUCK YOU GOOD!"
With a penetrating, hard jab he rammed it to her.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he groaned, "I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THIS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK!"
"YOU'RE KILLING ME," she shrieked.
He had no mercy. Greg was determined he was going to give her a fuck she would never forget.
"I'M GONNA FILL YOUR ASSHOLE," he promised her. "AND FILL IT UP GOOD."
His huge, throbbing penis plunged to her tight, rubbery rectum. He began fondling her bosoms to arouse her as he rammed forward. All at once his huge penis plunged up her with agonizing desire. He gripped her lasciviously as she lay there with her naked, splayed legs in lewd disarray. He lustfully speared her. With sadistic cock stabs he rammed in. Greg ravished her ass as she begged him to stop.
"NO, NO!" she cried out frantically. "YOU'RE HURTING ME. I CAN'T STAND IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, STOP. PLEASE, DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE."
He paid no attention. The despair and humiliation she felt was driving her into a whimpering, mewling women. But she wasn't about to give up. Not for anything.
"FUCK IT," Greg told her intently. "FUCK!"
He rode up her ass with vigorous, strong cock jabs.
"OOOHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT," Betty groaned. "STOP, STOP."
"UP YOUR ASS," Greg insisted. "FUCK, FUCK. UP YOUR ASS!"
It was indeed a thrill for Greg to get his prick up her ass. With lewd movements he reached for her breasts and pinched the nipples. At first she hated the sensation of his turgid stiffness riding up her tight rectum. It was a forbidden act that she feared. However, once she became acclimated to the size of his spearing cock, she enjoyed it.
"OOOHHH, FUCK ME," she begged frantically. "LET ME FEEL IT. EVERY INCH."
With strong, hard cock stabs Greg continued plunging up her hot, tight asshole.
He rode up her ass with deep, penetrating jabs that left her mewling in animalish frenzy.
"BEND OVER FARTHER," he ordered. "I WANT TO GET IT IN THERE DEEPER."
Sadistically he speared his prick up her ass. She begged for him to stop.
"I CAN'T STAND IT," she told him as she felt his flesh invading her asshole.
His throbbing, huge prick continued forcing its way deeper in her ass. No matter how much she turned or twisted, she could feel his rampaging cock riding in deeper.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
The lewdness of the act aroused him.
"BABY, LET ME FINGER FUCK YOUR CUNT WHILE I SCREW YOUR ASS," he told her.
Her milky white thighs twisted as his spearing penis continued riding in her.
"I ... I LIKE IT," she admitted as she squirmed while he fucked.
Frantically he worked his prick deeper between her wide-splayed legs.
The inside of her thighs rubbed incitingly as she felt his fingers playing in her pussy. The tightness of her taut asshole ovaled around the thickness of his prick.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she now begged eagerly. "FUCK ME!"
Greg went on driving inside of her.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH," he gasped as he felt her milking his prick with her ass muscles. "THAT'S WHAT I LIKE," he told her. "FUCK IT."
His raging member continued bruising her tight anus.
"GET IT OVER WITH," she begged as she felt his rampaging cock driving deeper.
She thrashed about wildly. But her ass movements only increased the pleasure that he was discovering as he rammed in without mercy.
"I'M CUMMING," he cried out ecstatically. "FUCK ME OFF. GRAB IT. MILK IT WITH YOUR ASS MUSCLES."
Betty's anus seized his prick. She squeezed and twisted and turned as he went on driving inside of her.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he groaned in a frenzy, "FUCK IT. YES, YES, THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT. NOW YOU'RE SCREWING. FUCK OFF!"
His hot cock exploded. It shot up her ass in a torrent of blazing hot male juice. He plunged it in and out, enjoying the lubrication of his own slick prick.
"FUCK," he told her as he drove it in her, "FUCK IT."
He grunted as he sank his prick ever deeper up her ass. The thick, sticky rush of his semen in her ass made it easy for him to continue ravaging her anal passageway. He felt the white-hot torrent ripple down the length of his cock and explode from the end like a hale of scattershot from a shotgun barrel.
She was whimpering beneath him as he finished driving in her rectum.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "BEAUTIFUL. FUCK, BABY, FUCK."
He rocked his prick in her a few more times and then eased off.
To her amazement, Betty had enjoyed this wild ass trip. The feel of his leathery balls slapping against her upraised ass cheeks pleased her. It held the promise of his hot torrent of sperm which she enjoyed.
When Greg finally pulled out of her ass, he got to his feet and went over to get a cigarette. Returning to the bed, he sat down beside her.
"What do you think of that slit-skirt design?" he asked as she massaged her bruised buttocks.
"At this point,' I don't give a damn about anything, except my sore asshole. You sure know how to sodomize a girl, I'll tell you that for sure."
Greg patted her buttocks appreciatively and when she saw him about to put his cigarette on her left breast, she shoved him off.
"No way," she told him. "You're not gonna burn my tits."
CHAPTER EIGHT
After assuring her that he had no intention of burning her tits, Greg told Betty how much he'd enjoyed their evening together.
"I enjoy going out with you so much," Betty told him, "but I don't like sodomy. I think it's unnatural for you to be sticking your prick up my asshole. And I hope you never do it again."
He only laughed as he looked at her.
"Why do you feel that way? You should thank me. It isn't every day somebody will give you a fuck like that!"
She didn't hesitate to tell him what she thought.
"I think you are sick on sex. You're always trying to do different things."
It was true. Greg did like to explore and try different things. But as far as Betty Richards was concerned, he wasn't going to try anything anymore.
Greg wanted to get acquainted with some of the models who worked in the show room.
"What are you thinking about right now, Greg?" Betty asked.
Immediately returning to reality, Greg recognized he could never tell her what he was thinking of. However, he thought it would please her if he looked at her cunt and went down on her.
"I was thinking of how much fun it would be to tease your clit with my tongue," he told her.
He let his tongue slither down her body like a snake until he was at her quivering, erect clitoris. Having parted her cunt lips, he looked at the moist, pink pussy flesh. Licking it with his tongue, he began sliding it back and forth skillfully.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "I LOVE IT. YES, YESSSS. OOOHHH, BABY, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL."
The delicious waves of excitement that raged through her body carried her almost to climax now. She enjoyed the sensation of Greg's hot tongue stabs lapping at her cunt. Greg reached out to grip her ripe bosoms. He pinched her nipple flesh wickedly.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "You know that, don't you?"
Luxuriating in his comments, she threw her legs over his shoulders. Grinding her cunt in his face, she felt him continue licking at her pussy. He gripped her firm ass flesh and went on driving his tongue in an ever-maddening genital rage. It slithered and twisted against the searing node of her clitoris.
Becoming more aroused, she twisted and turned and begged for him to fuck her with animalish frenzy.
"OOOHHH, I WANT IT," she begged. "LICK ME ... LOVE ME."
Diligently he kept his tongue flipping back and forth across her aroused clitoris. Alternating his tongue stabs with his teeth nibbling, he got her going. She was all revved up now and pushing in time to his tongue stabs.
"YES, YESSSS," she whispered, "SUCK ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, EAT MY PUSSY, EAT IT."
Greg pressed his hot mouth over her vagina. She loved the sensation of his steamy breath on her pussy as he sucked hungrily, noisily. Soon she was cumming. He pressed his lips suction-cup tight and ate her as she gushed in his eagerly lapping mouth.
He eased off the bed and realized he had to take this lust-driven girl home. He couldn't keep her all night, for he would be fucking her every time he woke up.
"I'm gonna take you home, honey," he told her.
Hastily getting to her feet, Betty went over to him and wrapped her arms around him. He could feel her taut breasts pressing against his back.
"BABY, I WANT TO STAY ALL NIGHT WITH YOU," she begged.
"I'm sorry, honey," he explained, "but you get me so worked up I would want fucking and sucking action all night long. That wouldn't be good for either of us."
Turning around, he passionately Frenched her. His hands reached down to grip her buttocks and squeeze them. Realizing how important it was to get her home, he decided that he couldn't hold her back any longer.
"I'm gonna take you home, honey," he told her. "You are a beauty and I can see why you turn a lot of men on. I'm glad you let me screw you tonight."
Once he had gotten dressed and driven her home, Greg returned to his own apartment.
The following day he was going to make sure he checked out the girls in the designing department. He knew his father would get furious if he ever tried to involve himself with anyone who worked at their company. But he really didn't care. After all, he was certain that his father had scored plenty of times. Morrison Fashion Center Clothes did have a reputation. And so did Gilbert Morrison-for being quite a playboy.
Vividly Greg recalled how many times his mother had threatened to divorce his father. However, she always forgave him and accepted him back.
He set up an afternoon appointment to check out the models who would be wearing the new slit-skirt dresses for next season's line. When he was about to leave the office to go to the interviews, Betty warned him, "Don't get carried away with anything you see."
Glancing over his shoulder, he smiled his best at her and told her, "Don't worry. Nobody could ever replace you."
Betty didn't like the tone of his voice when he said that. It was laced with sarcasm and she resented it. After all, she calculated, she had given him plenty. Why did he always act as if he wanted to pull something on her?
Sure enough, the beautiful models did look sensational in the slit-skirt style that the Morrison Fashion Center was featuring. Greg found it most difficult to decide on which girl he should put the make. They all paraded past him and then he spotted a dazzling blonde who particularly appealed to him. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, intense blue eyes and fair blonde skin. Her lithe, long legs did look fantastic as she wore the slit-skirt fashion.
"I ... I'd like to talk to you, Honey," he said as he looked at the blonde charmer.
"Yes, Mr. Morrison," she said quietly as she stepped aside and went over to the desk where he was watching her.
"After the other models are gone I would like to speak to you," he told her.
"Certainly," she said agreeably.
One of the designers who was watching, immediately caught on to what Greg had in mind. At one point he almost came over and made a suggestion that he leave the models alone. He knew very well how angry Greg's father would be if he ever discovered that he was becoming involved with the fashion models on the premises.
Thinking better of it, however, he left him alone with the blonde model after the other girls had gone. The blonde came over and sat on the edge of his desk and asked him what he wanted.
"I want to get acquainted with you," he said. "You're quite an interesting girl. I think you might get some extra work from our company. Maybe we'll be sending out some advertising brochures as well as putting you girls on a tour of the wholesalers' conventions."
"Oh, that would be wonderful," she assured horn. "How nice."
"What's your name, honey?"
"Yvonne," she told him. "And you're Greg Morrison."
"Oh, so you know all about me," he smiled.
"Of course," she told him. "News travels fast in small companies."
Greg decided that he might as well get very well acquainted with her right there.
"Honey," he told her, "I don't like to waste words. I'm an action man. I think it's better to put everything out in front and tell it like it is. I'd like to have you give me a blow job. I'm horny as hell."
Yvonne edged over to where he was seated. He pushed back the black leather chair in which he was sitting, revealing his bulging crotch.
"Right here?" Yvonne asked softly.
"If you don't mind," he said in a low voice, hoping that he hadn't become too bold.
Yvonne reached down to his trousers. Slowly she unzipped his fly. Then she reached in his shorts. Greg's legs stiffened as she grasped his sturdy penis and pulled it out. She observed the heavily veined, throbbing, pulsing cock and realized how much it meant to him to get his cock sucked.
"I don't usually let men twist me around their little finger like this," she told him.
"It's not my little finger I want you to twist around on, honey," he told her. "It's my big prick. Get your mouth down there and suck on it, if you don't mind."
Slowly she got off the desk and dropped to her knees in front of his chair.
"I ... I hope nobody comes in," she warned him.
Greg told her to make sure the door was locked. Hastily Yvonne went over to the door and put the double bolt lock on it. She returned quickly to him and began kissing and playing with his cock and his balls. She could see his throbbing, sensitive prick head getting harder as she licked.
"That feels so good," he told her. "Go ahead, honey, grab it and suck on it."
She played with his sperm-laden balls. Her nostrils flared at the pungent scent of his prick. All at once her mouth slipped over his huge, throbbing cock. Then she was sucking with all of her might.
"SUCK ME," he hissed. "SUCK." The moist, slippery, spongy cock head tasted good to her. She wanted to feel his meaty erection explode. Yvonne wanted to know what the sperm in his bloated testicles tasted like.
Her mouth worked energetically up and down the blue-veined hardness of his cock.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S FANTASTIC," he exclaimed passionately. "SUCK MY PRICK. SUCK IT OFF."
He kept thrusting inside of her mouth. Her lips gripped him tightly. He ground forward, getting more excited every moment.
"SUCK MY PRICK," he demanded. "SUCK IT OFF."
Running his fingers through her lush, blonde hair, he watched her mouth movements. It was a pleasure to see the speed with which her hot tongue lapped at the tip of his cock.
"SUCK IT ... PLAY WITH THE BALLS," he told her.
She rolled his cock head around in her mouth. Yvonne squeezed his balls ever so gently. His hips pumped forward as he fucked her face. Her lips were locked over his cock as he rammed it to her.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as her mouth encircled his massive rigidity.
He felt her hot tongue whipping to the tip of his cock and then he was oozing cum. She was tasting him. With wild, reckless abandon he went on fucking her face. However, he was pulling his pants down.
"Let me slide my pants and shorts down," he told her.
No sooner had he done so than he removed his shoes and socks. At this point Greg was naked from the waist down. He parted his legs and sat back in the chair.
"Get down there and lick my ass," he told her.
At first she rebelled.
"Take it easy, tiger," she said with a mild chuckle. "I may be a cock sucker, but I'm not an ass licker."
"Somebody ought to train you," he told her. "There's a lot of pleasure in sucking ass. I'll teach you. All you have to do is whip your tongue back and forth around my bare buttocks. You'll get a great sensation if you stab it right up my rectum."
Yvonne did as he told her to. Even though it was disgusting that he would ever think of such a thing, she knew that he wanted and expected this. Her tongue plunged right up his rectum. At the same time her finger tips massaged his balls and pulled on his throbbing prick.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S WONDERFUL," he told her. "NOW YOU'RE SUCKING."
After she finished sucking his sinewy buttocks and sticking her tongue up his ass, she worked her tongue along the underside of his penile shaft. She capped his cock head with her mouth.
"EAT ME," Greg groaned. "SUCK OFF."
She closed her eyes as he slammed his driving cock down her throat.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he gasped as his urgently expanding cock pumped in and out of her mouth in an ever-quickening rhythm.
Yvonne enjoyed the feel of his leathery balls slapping against her face as he fucked with wild abandon.
"EAT IT," he told her. "SUCK IT OFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. I WANT IT. SUCK EVERY DROP OF IT."
His urgent cock stabs down her throat indicated to her just how horny he was.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS. SUCK IT OFF."
Greg's thick prick exploded in her mouth. She gulped hungrily as he finished shooting.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he unloaded his sticky, white sperm in her mouth. "EAT IT, EAT IT!"
Yvonne gulped his juices, mewling and whimpering as he fed her his creamy cum. The lewdness and lasciviousness of the act excited her. She felt her own cunt moistening as she finished licking off his prick.
She nuzzled her nose at his balls after she had slipped her mouth off the head of his shaft. It had been an exciting, marvelous moment for her.
"OOOHHH, BABY," he told her, "I REALLY ENJOYED THAT."
Yvonne looked at him expectantly. She thought that he would ask her for a date or something. But he didn't. Figuring that she had better do something to attract him to herself, she pulled off her dress and exposed her naked breasts to him. She flung them at his face and he did get excited now. He sucked on her bosoms and felt of her vagina.
"OOOHHH, BABY," he told her, "YOU'RE DRIVING ME APE. YOU SHOULDN'T COME AT ME LIKE THIS."
Yvonne felt his hands caressing at her cunt. Slipping his fingers in her pussy got her excited.
"I WANT YOUR COCK," she whispered. "I WANT IT DRIVING BETWEEN MY LEGS. I WANT TO RIDE YOUR PRICK."
He got to his feet. His prick was hard again as Yvonne massaged it back to life. Guiding his cock into her cuntal opening, she ground forward. His hips moved in time to her undulations. Gripping her buttocks he began fucking her furiously. Her cuntal muscles grabbed at his prick with a milking motion.
"FUCK ME," she whispered. "FUCK ME. OOOHHH, BABY, I WANT IT."
With animalish frenzy they fucked together. He pressed his lips against hers. His tongue found her tongue as he Frenched her while he fucked her.
"OOOHHH, HONEY," she told him, "LET ME FEEL THAT MAN MEAT. EVERY FUCKING INCH. HARDER. DEEPER. I WANT IT. I WANT IT ALL. EVERY FUCKING INCH OF YOUR COCK!"
CHAPTER NINE
Greg Morrison was thoroughly enjoying having Yvonne fucking with him. But he wanted to make her get on her knees and bend over his prick again.
"Pull off," he told her, "and get on the floor. I want you to slip your mouth around my prick and suck on it again."
Obliging, Yvonne got on the floor. She threw her arms around his thighs and his prick slipped into her mouth quickly.
"OOOHHH, DOES THAT EVER FEEL GOOD," he told her.
A floor-length mirror that the models paraded before nearby added to his pleasure. He could see his sinewy buttocks flexing as he fucked Yvonne's face. Yvonne's ovaled lips sucked his big prick in.
"EAT ME," he exclaimed excitedly. "SUCK MY PRICK OFF. OOOHHH, BABY, THAT'S WHAT I LIKE. NOW YOU'RE SUCKING."
Delicious tingles of excitement raced through him as she hungrily gobbled his prick. Running his fingers through her hair, he told her that he also would like to get her on the floor and screw her asshole.
Yvonne pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up at him.
"You sure expect a lot," she told him nervously.
The sheepish look flashing across Greg's face indicated that he was not quite as mature as he pretended he was.
"Well, I ... I like to experiment," he explained.
Now he wanted her on the floor.
"Get on the floor," he told her.
"No way," she replied. "I like being on my knees and pulling your big prick into my mouth."
For an instant Yvonne was almost afraid she'd choke to death on his huge, throbbing prick meat. However, he inserted it slower and she calmed down.
Gripping the giant size tool in one hand, she diddled his balls with her free hand. He slid it slowly in and out of her mouth and thrilled to the sensation of her tongue swiping at its crown.
"That feels good," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Ohhh, I love it."
Yvonne opened her mouth wider. She could feel him gripping her head roughly as he thrust his quivering tool down her throat. She had never been throat fucked like this before. The moment his big cock engulfed her mouth, she began to gag. He pulled his slippery prick back and gradually she adjusted to his joint. Her throat relaxed and she let him fuck her with deep-thrusting cock stabs.
"SUCK ... SUCK ... SUCK MY PRICK," he panted as he pumped it in her face. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YVONNE, BABY, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL. SUCK ME ... SUCK ... SUCK MY PRICK."
In and out Greg pumped his penis. His fingers gouged into her scalp as he really got turned on.
"OOOHHH, YES, YESSSS, AAAHHH, I FEEL IT. SUCK ME, OOOHHH, OHHHHH, SUCK ME OFF!"
All at once his huge, sliding penis exploded. Hot, thick cum zipped down her throat as Greg slid it back and forth, eagerly getting his rocks off.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, DON'T MOVE ... OHHH, BABY, THAT'S TREMENDOUS ... YES, YESSSSS, KEEP SUCKING ME. OHHH, I LOVE IT. OHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHHH, UUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
He didn't pull his pecker out of her face until he had unloaded so much sperm in Yvonne's mouth it was dripping from the corner of her lips.
"I really like to fuck," he confessed. "And as you can see, I have a good prick. But I'm gonna take a breather. Then I want you to let me screw your asshole."
The idea of plunging his prick up her asshole intrigued and excited her.
"All right, honey," she agreed, "I'll let you screw my ass. But be careful."
When he was hard again, she got down on the floor and bent over. Getting behind her, he plunged his turgid stiffness between her Upraised buttocks. His hands played with her creamy thighs. Then he felt the sizzling, tight anus. His raging genital heat prompted him to pump forward. His heart thundered in sexual excitement as his throbbing cock head pressed at her tight anal ring. Her cheeky buttocks pushed back with agonizing desire. She wanted to feel him ravishing her.
"SCREW ME," she begged. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
With a forward, hard jab, he plunged his prick right up her tight anal opening. Yvonne swung her ass around wildly.
"OOOHHH," she gasped as his cock continued grinding into her without mercy.
"You're tight all right," he told her. "Baby, swing your ass."
His hands played with her smooth buttocks as he drove m with his rampaging prick. He was thrusting savagely up her asshole with jackhammer force.
"You're hurting me," Yvonne writhed as she twisted like a woman possessed as she lay beneath him, grinding her ass up and down on his slick, hard shaft.
He watched in the mirror. Greg could see her beautiful bosoms heave and quiver beneath his brutal ass pummeling.
"Yes, yes," she begged, "fuck me. I want you. Fuck me."
The lewd battering ram of his penetrating prick driving up the crevice of her ass got him more excited than ever before. His lust-tightened balls slapped rhythmically against her nakedly spasming anus.
"YES, YES," Yvonne cried out, twisting and writhing, "LET ME FEEL IT."
Her whole body began to tighten under the intense sexual activity. She squeezed the cream out of his cock as he finished ramming with vigorous lustful desire.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," he begged as he exploded in her asshole.
Pulling his prick smoothly in and out of her butt a couple more times, he finished her off.
"You're too much," he told her. "You really are."
Yvonne smiled at him.
"Now I hope you do something for me," she told him. "I've tried to please you."
"You don't take long to let me know that I owe you something, do you?" he chuckled.
"We all have to protect our own interests," Yvonne said in a dreamy voice as she got to her feet and pressed her great bosoms against his chest and looked into his eyes intensely.
He slapped her buttocks and agreed that she probably would be the top model of the season for the company.
"That's what I was hoping you'd say," she told him.
They both got dressed and when he went into his office, Betty Richards obviously was embarrassed about something. For Greg's father was talking to her.
"I didn't know what to tell your father," she shrugged. "I said you were somewhere in the building."
A hard glint came into Gilbert Morrison's eyes as he looked at his son sternly.
"What have you been doing?" he demanded.
"We can discuss it later," Greg smiled anxiously.
Shaking his head, Gilbert demanded that his son tell him what he'd been up to.
"If you must know, I've been checking out the models," he explained, "and I've selected one that I think will be the top model for our fashion shows."
"Who?" Gilbert asked curiously.
"Yvonne Crowell," he shot back quickly.
Betty Richards had been listening. She began coughing and instantly Gilbert recognized that Betty had been eavesdropping. Apparently she was beginning to care quite a bit about his son and this bothered him, for Gilbert had made it a point that he would never become intimately involved with the people who worked for him.
"I would like to go out for coffee with you," Gilbert told his son.
Glancing at his watch, Greg agreed.
"I've got to come back in a few minutes as I've got so much to do." he told his father.
"It will wait, son," Gilbert assured him, "but I would like to talk to you."
They went to a small coffee shop across the street from the Fashion Center.
"I've been hearing things about you, son," his father began quietly, "and I ... don't like what I'm hearing."
"People talk," Greg shrugged as the waitress came and took their order.
"Yes, I know," Gilbert agreed, "and I'm afraid it might be true. I suppose you tried to put the make on Yvonne Crowell. She is a beautiful girl."
"You found that out, too, dad?" Greg asked.
His father glared at him.
"I know enough to keep the models at a distance," he said tartly, "and if you don't, there's gonna be trouble. I suppose you promised Yvonne the top model position because she granted you a favor or two."
"I judged Yvonne on the basis of what I actually saw her doing when she was modeling. I figured she was the best one, and you did say that I could make some decisions myself."
That cut his father off. He didn't want to be overly domineering. If he made all the decisions he knew his son would never develop and that wouldn't be right either.
"All right," he agreed, "I guess it wouldn't hurt anything if you did let her be the top model in the place. But I don't want you getting involved with all of the girls here. It's important to have attractive girls selling our clothes. But we want them to sell the clothes-not themselves. Otherwise, they'll be turning into tramps and we'll never be able to keep them."
Greg agreed and then asked his father if he could get back to the office.
"Yes," his father nodded, "I'm glad to see that you're so eager to get to work. I hope you are always this eager to go to work."
"I will be," Greg laughed.
Returning to the office, Greg went back to his desk and began sorting out the letters that had to be answered first. Betty Richards came over and looked at him. The slanting late-afternoon sun rays were coming through the Venetian blinds. She could see that he did look a bit tired. She was certain that he'd been having sex with someone at the Fashion Center-but she didn't know who.
"I guess you've been awfully busy today," she said edgily.
"Yes," he admitted, "I have been very busy. Now here are some letters I must answer right away."
He looked at her shapely body and realized she would make a good model, too.
"Did you ever try to be a model?" he asked Betty.
Tears came to Betty's eyes as she realized he probably had picked a model for the top spot in the fashion shows and as a consequence had forced her to give him sex. How could she compete with women who would do anything to get ahead in life?
"What's eating you?" Greg asked, observing her gaze.
"Oh, nothing," she said as she returned to her desk and typewriter and went to work.
Remembering what fantastic, delicious sensations Betty had given him when they'd had sex together, he realized it wasn't that exciting with Yvonne Crowell. Yvonne had been around. She knew what she was doing, however, Betty was vulnerable to getting hurt. As she typed letters, tears were streaming down her cheeks. It was obvious that her eyes were clouded with self-pity. Regardless, it got Greg angry.
He looked at her lithe, young body as she sat there and he couldn't help admiring her. Yet, this was not the place for a girl who wanted to get romantic. He knew that he ought to fire her. But he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"When are we gonna get together again?" she asked just before it was time to leave the office that night.
His eyes were roving at the upthrust of her firm, white breasts and then he looked at her legs. "Oh, whenever you want to," he told her.
"You'll be so busy with the models that you won't have any time for me," Betty said angrily.
Shaking his head, Greg assured her that he would always make time for her.
"For Gilda, too," she shook her head. "You'll probably make time for that one."
It made him want to cringe to have her talk like this. It infuriated him to think that she thought that he had to be at her beck and call just because he had gone to bed with her. He figured that he'd given her all the pleasure that she could ask for when they were between the sheets. Greg enjoyed shooting his hot sperm into her body. But he didn't enjoy her thinking she had a hold on him.
"Betty, I want to talk to you," he told her, "and maybe we could have a drink near here. I don't think we should go out tonight as I've got too much to do. But I would like to get something across to you."
For a moment Betty hesitated. She knew that what he had to say might not exactly be pleasing to her. Nevertheless, she understood he had something on his mind and he wanted to discuss it with her.
CHAPTER TEN
As they sat in the dimly lit bar down the street from the Fashion Center, Greg ordered a drink for himself and Betty.
"Nothing makes sense anymore," Betty shook her head. "I mean, I gave you everything. But all you've done is take it like a piece of paper and wad it up and then throw it in the waste basket. That's what you think of me. Something to discard!"
The slender, full-breasted young woman had been a beauty queen in high school. Many men had been attracted by the alluring intoxication of her breasts and the filling out of her hips to womanly rather than girlish proportions. But as she sipped her Martini that night, it seemed as if none of this mattered. For she had given everything, sexually, to her boss-and he was giving her the brush-off as a show of his gratitude.
"You men are all alike," she told him. "After you get what you want, you don't want it."
"Is that so?" he shook his head.
"You can say that again," she lamented.
"You women are all alike," he told her. "you would like me to feel obligated to go steady or even marry you because I screwed you. It doesn't work that way. We had some fun together, Betty, and that's it. Find another playmate. Slip between the sheets with him. But don't put the make on me. I'm not ready yet."
Betty remained silent for a long moment. She sipped her Martini slowly and wanted to tell him how much she hated him for speaking like that. But the words that she had in her mind, she couldn't find courage to express.
She apparently was crazy about him and he had to do something.
"Betty, would it hurt you if I tell you that I had sex with Gilda Clancy as well as you?"
Betty's jaw dropped.
"Just what I thought!" she told him.
"What's wrong with Gilda?" he demanded with a laugh.
Betty found the words coming now. They were flowing freely and without thought of how they would affect Greg Morrison or her job. She had to get it all out.
"You're a loathsome person," she said evenly. "You have used me. You've used Gilda Clancy. And I won't let it happen anymore."
It didn't take long for Greg to realize that he had to get a few points across to her.
"You don't have any hold on me," he told her.
"Just because I fucked you silly doesn't mean that you can dominate my life. Have you got that clear?"
The waitress came over and smiled as she saw them arguing. She overheard what Greg had said.
"Is there anything you want?" she asked, wiggling and winking.
"Get out of here!" Betty Richards snapped.
"I asked the gentleman if he wanted anything," the waitress said tightly.
"No thank you," Greg told her. "We are just having a little conversation."
It was vividly apparent to Greg that he had a problem on his hands.
"I'm sorry, but I could never be devoted to one woman," he assured Betty. "Not even if I was married. So as far as thinking about taking me to the matrimonial altar is concerned-forget it."
"How about Gilda?" Betty snapped. "Or that silly Yvonne. Don't think I didn't get the word. Just as quick as you kept that one model back, the word came to my desk."
"Do you have spies all over Morrison Fashion Center checking on me?" Greg demanded.
"I've got people who tell me what's happening," she assured him. "And it doesn't sound good. One minute you're trying to put the make on me-the next you're going after Gilda. And now, you're doing it with Yvonne! Your father Gilbert doesn't approve of this. He's a real gentleman."
"Are you a lady?" Greg laughed.
"Yes," Betty snapped. "You bet your sweet ass I'm a lady."
"You don't talk like a lady," a gentleman said as he went by and overheard what they were saying.
"Let's get out of this joint," Betty said defensively. "I don't like it around here."
"I'll get your bill," the waitress said as she saw them about to leave.
Hastily the tall, blonde waitress wrote out the bill.
"Have a good evening," she said with sarcasm as they left the bar.
Betty immediately told Greg not to leave a tip.
"The snippy little bitch!" she quipped. "Don't leave her anything, unless it's a penny. That's all service here was worth."
She scratched her neck nervously as Greg paid the bill. He paid no attention to her protests as he left the waitress a tip just the same.
As they went out to the parking lot and got in his car when the parking attendant brought it up for them, Greg didn't hesitate to tell Betty that he wanted to drop her off at her apartment. But Betty wouldn't have it.
"No way," she told him. "I'm going to your place tonight. I want to know what she did to you. That Yvonne."
Greg realized that Betty could really be difficult. However, he was bound and determined that she was not going to get the best of him. He took her to his luxurious apartment and told her that if she wanted to take off her clothes and get in bed with him, fine. But he added, "That doesn't mean you're gonna be the only woman in my life. Remember that."
"I understand," Betty told him.
It was glaringly apparent to him what a terrible situation had developed. Greg didn't know how to handle it.
He undressed and then got in bed with Betty. The young girl was obviously not secure. She kept feeling the need to express herself sexually.
"Let me go down on you," she volunteered.
"Now I'm not forcing you," he reminded her. "You said you wanted a good time. So I'm letting you do what you will. But I'm not insisting that you do a damned thing."
Betty brought Greg's throbbing, big prick to her mouth.
"SUCK," he told her. "SUCK IT."
Her mouth urgently moved up and down on his cock. He loved the sensation of her cock sucking.
"SUCK ME," he urged. "SUCK ME."
The day had been a blur of activity. It did feel wonderful to have her licking his prick this way.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, LICK ME," he told her. "LICK ME ALL OVER, OOOHHH, OHHHHH, LICK, LICK."
Her nostrils flared as she felt him plunging his prick down her throat. Betty's lips felt like honey around his cock. She could give him hot head, even better than he imagined. Greg loved to let his ass cheeks slide back and forth over her big tits. So he told her to pull her mouth off his cock so he could try it at another angle.
She lay on her back. Then he got on top of her. Greg rested his buttocks on her bosoms. Suddenly he plunged the hugeness of his prick between her tits and massaged them.
"Play with it," he told her. "Go right ahead. That's how you do it."
Her fingers massaged his balls. His huge, throbbing, pulsing penis slid into her mouth. She teased the tip of it with her tongue.
"SUCK MY COCK," Greg told her. "SUCK IT."
She looked up to see his huge cock. The base of it was shrouded with curly, brown pubic hair. She could see his absurdly bloated balls. Betty knew she wanted naked penetration into her mouth at this very moment. It was almost as if her wildest nocturnal fantasy had sprung to life. Only this was for real.
Greg's cock was dripping crystal cum drops on her lips. Opening her mouth, she managed to let him slide inside.
"Don't be afraid of it," he whispered. "Let's see some real nice cock sucking. I want you to look at me while you lick my prick. I want to see a smile on your face when my prick shoots off in your mouth."
She could feel his cock harden in her mouth like it was alive. She jumped from the unexpected' jerking.
"Don't let my prick slip out of your mouth," he demanded.
Betty let her lips fasten firmly on Greg's meaty cock head. She sucked intently now, determined not to have him criticizing her anymore. She looked up at him, just as he told her to. A lewd smile formed on his face as he pumped his saliva-slickened male member rhythmically in and out of her hot, willing mouth. Her tongue swept over the head of his prick and her finger tips caressed his balls.
Greg pushed forward with his crotch, sinking another inch of his turgid, lust-stiffened erection between her quaking, ovaled lips. He shuddered as he felt the underside of his prick slide over the rough edges of her crisp, white bottom teeth.
"Move that tongue around," he grunted, enjoying forcing her to perform every humiliating act he could think of.
Betty's tongue swept back and forth tantalizingly, making his balls tingle with fiery desire. She could see by the pleased expression on Greg's face how much he was enjoying getting his cock sucked off by her.
Her lips felt fantastic. She could give him hot head now better than Yvonne or Gilda Clancy.
"You're giving me quality head," he flattered her. "You are a fast learner."
Underneath the cool exterior Betty had maintained, Greg could tell how she was a natural nympho at heart and he loved her for it.
"HHHMMMMM, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, CAN YOU EVER SUCK," he panted as he continued pumping his prick meat slowly in and out of her hot mouth. "GRAB MY ASS," he demanded. "YOU CAN FEEL MY ASS MUSCLES FLEX WHEN I SCREW YOUR FACE."
Betty's willing hands reached up to grip his firm, round ass cheeks. She was sucking now with all the talent of a professional. He loved the feel of her hands on his bare buttocks. He began to face fuck her with long, lascivious thrusts that brought raspy moans of pleasure to her lips. Betty could taste the first wet, pungent secretion of his semen as his passion boiled hotly in his lust-bloated scrotum.
"OOOHHH, BETTY ... YOU'RE REALLY GETTING THE HANG OF IT!" he told her.
Betty gagged as he delivered an especially brutal thrust. How much of his man meat could she take at one time?
His face-fucking movements grew more frantic now, his good-sized cock throbbing with salacious arousal as her moist lips stretched around it and her cheeks bulged as she struggled to accommodate his growing hugeness. His pubic hair tickled her nose when he sank his prick deep down her throat. One time it tickled her nose, almost causing her to sneeze.
"I want to see some real action, Betty ... let's see you cock suck better than Gilda or Yvonne. Just like you would have sucked cock if you would have learned a long time ago."
As she took her eyes from his, he insisted that she open them up and watch. Her intense eyes focused on him hovering over her. She didn't like the way he looked down at her as he thrust his manhood in and out of her hot, clasping mouth with rhythmic movements.
Betty was almost gagging and choking, more from humiliation and shame than anything else. Yet through it all, Greg kept his deep-thrusting cock boring relentlessly between her ovaled lips. Finally, she found a simple wanton act that promised her relief from his choking assault on her throat-she managed to relax her throat muscles, permitting his prick to slither hugely down it. The first time it was a mere accident she discovered it. She was simply swallowing her warm, sloshing saliva just as he jabbed especially cruelly into her. To her surprise, his prick slipped right down into the velvety fist grip of her gullet. She knew Greg was cumming-it could only be a moment more as she listened to his gasping and grunting in such a frenzied, jerking excitement that the young secretary knew her boss was on the verge of a spurting, exploding climax-an orgasm that would slosh right down her quaking throat!
Greg could feel Betty's bosoms bouncing with excitement underneath his ass cheeks. Her firm, resilient breasts felt so good to his buttocks he brushed back and forth across them, deriving more pleasure from this.
He began to face fuck her with growing abandon, every backward grind of his hips pulling his long, hard prick from her throat until just the purplish, mushroom-shaped head remained between her moist lips. He looked down at his cock there between her lips, enjoying the lurid excitement of seeing this woman hungrily licking and nibbling at his meaty erection.
With a grunt of naked lust, he would ram it between her lips and slam it back against her throat with a gagging thrust that brought a sigh and whimper of pleasure to the young stud's lips as he felt his cock slipping wetly into the velvety grip of her quaking throat.
There wasn't much pain as she began chokingly swallowing his cock head to keep from gagging, the sharp, exquisite agony at the tip of his rigid prick bent to slither hotly down her gullet. Now the pain was gone and there was the incredibly arousing sensation of his naked, sperm-moistened cock as she gulped and swallowed over and over.
Part of enjoying him was pulling him away from the other women in the office. Betty was willing to humiliate herself and commit this act even though she felt shameful and degraded for complying with his bizarre requests.
"OOOHHH, SUCK ME," he panted as he pumped it to her. "SUCK ME."
Somehow Betty felt it was worse than shame. It was a numbing sensation that tightened in her loins, radiating hotly through her young, beautiful body until it seemed to concentrate excitingly in the tips of her jiggling breasts.
The heat of her arousal caused him to perform expertly this forbidden act. Betty enjoyed his hard, manly cock inside of her mouth, sliding down her throat. Most of all, she wanted to taste his creamy cum load. It was his love's gift to her. That terrible moment when he could cut loose and gush his sperm down her throat was worth waiting for. She'd enjoyed sucking him and licking him there, toying with his lust-bloated balls, reaching up to grip and caress his firm, flexing ass muscles, while he savagely fucked her face.
He thrilled to the volcano-like eruption of his aching, hard prick deep in the passion-distended orbs of his balls, seething and churning there like boiling cream until just the right moment. Greg's hands reached out, tightening over Betty's ears and he held her painfully tight there between his legs as a river of seething, hot sperm rushed up from his testicles, along the hard length of his penis. He slowed his face-fucking thrusts to an exquisitely sensuous rhythm of deep, throat-skewering movements that milked out the onrushing flood .of his youthfully potent eruption.
His cock throbbed between her lips, her stomach tightening as her tongue sensed the rushing gush of energetic sperm tracing along the length of his prick, even before it began to spurt. With a gasping moan, Betty gulped his cum. l A long moment passed and Betty's mind seemed to swirl and twist in dizzy incomprehension of the moment. Yes, she enjoyed the taste of his virile ejaculation as it shot bullet-like down her throat passage. She had gulped and swallowed the flood of his creamy cum in great heaping mouthfuls, her arms around his naked hips, her hot tongue swirling around the quivering shaft of his prick as it flailed like a runaway fire hose emptying its potent load right down her gulping throat in rivulets that drained from her cheeks and trickled obscenely from the corners of her mouth.
She gulped and swallowed again and again, wheezing for air through her distended nostrils.
He seemed to go on shooting his cum in her mouth for hours. Gushing streams of white-hot sperm quenched for the briefest moment, the hot flames of passion that his virile, young cock had singed in her shameless loins.
When he was finished he let his cock slither wetly from her sensuous lips, down over her chin, staining the skin of her neck and chest with the drizzlings of his forbidden desires.
He looked at his rubbery prick, deflated now, and still tingling from the ravenous cock sucking she'd given him. Greg was thinking she was a damned good cock sucker, all right. She loved it, he thought to himself, and she would give him maybe better cock sucks than Gilda or even Yvonne.
For a tense moment Betty didn't look up at Greg. She simply extended her tongue until she licked all the remnants of his hot cum from her lips.
Then she let her tongue touch the purplish, still shuddering head of his young prick. She laved the last droplets of his passion from the tip as if she were somehow licking off evidence she'd given him such an all-consuming blow job.
Her finger tips gently caressed his drained testicles, her other hand patting his bare buttocks.
"You liked my cum, didn't you?"
Slowly the young secretary nodded.
Greg got off the bed now and lit himself a cigarette, then came back to where she was sprawled out and spoke with her seriously.
"Would you like to experiment with me?" he suggested.
"What are you talking about?" Betty laughed. "I'm talking about a threeway," he told her. i "Gilda, you and me." Betty shook her head.
"Gilda!" she exclaimed angrily. "I would never have sex with her and you!"
"Well, that's the kind of man I am," he explained. "I like to try different ways. I've been thinking about it a long time. There isn't any reason why you, Gilda and me can't get together I for a threeway fuck. I'd love it and so would you."
"Well, you're just out of your mind," she told him angrily. "You're never gonna get me to have sex with Gilda on the same bed."
"As a matter-of-fact," Greg told her, "what would really get me excited would be if I could jack off while I watched you and Gilda go after each other."
"Go after what?" Betty glared at him. "You certainly aren't suggesting a lesbian affair between the two of us!"
"Maybe I am," he told her. "Just maybe I am."
"Disgusting!" Betty shook her head. "And I'm not gonna do it."
He laughed as he listened to her complaints, Obviously, it sounded absurd, even to himself. Nevertheless, he imagined it would be fun. If he could imagine it, he figured he could try it.
"Where do you get such perverse ideas?" Betty demanded.
"I don't know," Greg shook his head. "I guess I just like playing sex games. I like to suck and fuck around the clock, every which way."
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Greg Morrison," she told him.
"Why?" Greg asked.
The sarcastic tone of his voice indicated how disgusted he was with her making such a fuss.
"I don't know," he told her. "I really don't. But I like to try everything."
It was obvious to Betty that Greg was serious.
"Listen, Greg," she told him, "I've got news for "you. If you have any idea that I am going to tolerate your absurd conduct, you're mistaken. No way will I permit you to carry on like that."
It didn't take him long to get his point across.
"I want to tell you something, honey," he told her, "and listen closely. Under no conditions am I gonna continue a one-on-one relationship with you. If you want to suck my prick, you're gonna have to do it with Gilda Clancy. Gilda's a great girl and I think she's open to anything. So I'm gonna try to set something up for us all next week."
"You're disgusting," Betty kept saying over and over.
Greg paid no attention as he fixed himself a drink and then asked her if she wanted one.
"Yes," she told him, "and I'd like one for you. Cyanide laced with bourbon. That would fit you fine."
"You are disgusting yourself," he told her. "I just want to have an orgy. You're talking about the Lucrezia Borgia special."
"Lucrezia Borgia?" she laughed. "Who the fuck is she?"
"She was a famous poison artist," he explained, "who enjoyed doctoring drinks."
They sat there laughing and talking about the office.
"Didn't my old man ever put the make on a model?" Greg asked curiously.
"Not since I've been working there," Betty said insistently.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As Betty looked at Greg lying there naked, she tried to satisfy him with her own body.
"I'll do anything you say," she promised him, "if you just won't involve me in an orgy with that good-for-nothing Gilda Clancy. I can't stand her!"
"Let's see if you could satisfy me," he told her. "I would like to see what it would be like to have your tits massaging me. I'll get some oil, honey, and oil your tits down and then let you slip those tits all over my body."
"Where on earth do you get such bizarre ideas?" Betty asked, looking at Greg with a perplexed expression.
"I don't like to do it in an ordinary way," he told her. "It's not much fun that way. I like to have creative fucking."
Betty looked at him. A light suddenly clicked in her mind.
"I know what I should do," she told him. "I should do a creative fuck book. You could give me all the different ways of screwing. You could do it upside down, you could do it...."
Her sentence dangled as Greg interrupted her.
"Go get the oil on your body," he told her, "and quit chattering about the book you're gonna do. Make sure you don't mention my name, if you do this great epistle."
Betty heaved a sigh of disgust as she got off the bed and strode into the bathroom. Was it really worth it? she asked herself. Certainly she did enjoy going to bed with Greg. But these awful things that he was always coming up with for her to do disgusted her. It made her angry just thinking about the nerve that he had to even demand sex like this.
Hastily she applied the oil to her body. When she glistened from head to toe, she returned to the bedroom.
"I didn't say you had to oil yourself all over," he shook his head.
Greg went to the bathroom and got a couple of beach towels and spread them across his king-size bed.
"I guess you can massage me now," he told her. "Starting with my back."
Stretching out on his stomach, he looked at her as she straddled him. She began by straddling his buttocks and then bending over and swinging her big tits back and forth over his back. She worked her way down from his shoulders to his buttocks. She swung her slippery bosoms across his behind. Greg loved the sensation. He arched his buttocks up rhythmically as she pressed hard with her tits. He could feel the taut nipples in his ass flesh as she continually crushed them for his pleasure.
"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," Greg told her. "I LOVE IT. JUST LIKE THAT. YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO DO IT."
It was apparent to him that she was enjoying this as much as he was.
"WOW!" he . exclaimed. "THAT IS FANTASTIC."
The delicious tingling sensations that whirled through his body were increased when he rolled over. For there she was, offering her slippery bosoms up to him. He guided his rigid, hard prick between her breasts. She pressed her bosoms against his cock and moved up and down excitedly.
"WOW!" he cried out excitedly. "I LOVE THAT. KEEP IT UP, HONEY."
Betty's finger tips worked down around his balls.
"While you're at it, lover," he told her, "lick my ass. I'd really like that."
Reaching up, he slipped a pillow under his buttocks. He spread his legs wide to give his secretary easy access to his ass crack. Realizing that she had to compete with Gilda and Yvonne, Betty eased her hands under his sinewy, firm ass globes. Closing her eyes, she managed to let her tongue c lick back and forth around his bare bottom.
Finally, she let her tongue surge right up his rectum. It pleased him so much that he grabbed his balls with one hand and his penis with the other. Massaging his scrotum, he went to work with his cock, pulling at his throbbing, male member with lustful desire.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH," he groaned as he pumped his prick "THAT FEELS FANTASTIC. . YES, YESSSSS, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT."
Delicious tingles of excitement raged through his body as she sucked on his asshole with her tongue. She developed a rhythm with her tongue in time to his undulating hips. He ground back and the two of them were enjoying what they were doing. Greg was pumping his ass up to meet her tongue stabs.
"YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL," he told her. "NOW LICK MY NUTS."
Her tongue flipped around his testicles. Betty's mouth opened to receive his balls.
"SUCK MY BALLS," he told her. "SUCK THEM."
She opened her mouth and laved his testicles.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he gasped, "THAT'S BEAUTIFUL. NOW LICK MY PRICK, LICK IT."
Betty licked the underside of his shaft. He was so excited now he wanted to pump his prick in her cunt.
"MOUNT ME, BABY," he whispered passionately. "MOUNT MY COCK."
The stunning secretary spread her thighs. She gripped his huge, throbbing penis, pulling it to herself in an animalish frenzy. Greg looked at her vagina as he rammed in with savage fury.
Her cunt ravenously gripped his cock. She loved the sensation of his pulsing, throbbing prick slowly riding in her cunt.
"FUCK ME," he told her, "YOU DO THE WORK. GET ON TOP. GRIND YOUR ASS AROUND. NOW YOU'RE SCREWING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. THAT'S HOW. NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. FUCK, FUCK!"
Betty's cuntal muscles clasped his sliding, throbbing shaft. Reaching forward, he gripped her breasts. Pinching the taut nipples got her so excited her ass wiggled. His hands gripped her buttocks. He squeezed her ass cheeks.
"FUCK," Greg told his beautiful lover, "FUCK IT."
He was delirious with excitement as they wildly fucked.
"OOOHHH, BABY," he told her, "I LOVE IT WHEN YOU DO IT LIKE THAT. COME ON, FUCK IT, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
Hot excitement surged through their bodies as they fucked wildly.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "I LOVE IT. JUST LIKE THAT. YES. FUCK, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL ... FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
Delicious, tingling excitement surged through them both as they mutually began pushing and pumping back and forth. A misty sheen of perspiration covered them both as they began sweating and fucking with wild abandon. With all of his might, he rammed his prick in her cunt. Her vagina sucked voraciously on his driving, plunging cock. Betty could feel his lust-bloated balls slapping against her bottom as she pumped up and down on his throbbing cock lewdly.
He gripped her cheeky buttocks, playing with them. Agonizing desire flashed through him now as the depravity of their act brought them both great excitement.
"SCREW ME," she begged. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, LET ME FEEL IT. OOOHHH, BABY, NOW YOU'RE FUCKING. JUST LIKE THAT. FUCK ME."
His hands reached from her buttocks to her bosoms. He pinched the taut nipples, making her tingle with excitement up and down her spine as they fucked with all their might. The crazed expression on Betty's face caught Greg's attention. It was obvious to him that she had quit being the quiet little girl who didn't want to become involved.
"YOU'D MAKE A GREAT FUCK IN A THREEWAY," he told her. "THAT'S THE ONLY WAY TO MAKE IT. DON'T DISAPPOINT ME."
The thought of having it in a threeway really did get them both ignited.
"ALL RIGHT," she agreed. "IF THAT'S WHAT TURNS YOU ON ... I'LL DO IT. I DON'T KNOW HOW PEOPLE FUCK THREE WAYS, BUT I'LL FIND OUT."
Guiding her, Greg explained how he wanted her to fuck him now.
"When I thrust it in," he explained, "you grab it with your cunt. That's important."
Shoving it in, he watched as she gripped it with her cuntal muscles. She squeezed his driving prick and ground her hips around.
"WOW!" he exclaimed. "THAT'S HOW I LIKE IT. NOW YOU'RE SCREWING. FUCK. FUCK IT!"
With determination, the two of them slapped against each other's body with wanton lust.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," Greg groaned as his cock began sloshing in her cum. "I'M CUMMING. I'M CUMMING."
The agonizing desire that filled their bodies caused them both to grasp each other as Betty came with Greg.
"KEEP FUCKING," he begged huskily. "SCREW IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS. FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKK!"
With a milking motion she continued riding his prick. Squeezing it and releasing it just as he told her to, with rhythmic grace.
"OOOHHH, GREG," she whispered, "I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FUCK LIKE THAT."
Greg looked up at her and laughed.
"Don't be so crude," he chuckled.
She pulled off him and rolled over on the bed. Greg wrapped his arm around her, lovingly yet firmly.
"It's wonderful what's happened to you," he told her. "You used to be no fun at all. Now that I've degraded you, you're wonderful."
For a second Betty Richards didn't know how to take Greg Morrison's comment. Was he making fun of her? Or was he just trying to be sarcastic? She didn't know for sure. But she did know one thing, and that was this. She was enjoying herself immensely.
"I'll bet Gilda could give you a fantastic pussy suck," Greg told Betty. "And maybe you could eat her cunt, too."
Shaking her head, Betty looked at him in amazement.
"Have you gone stark raving mad?"
"No," Greg exclaimed, "I have not gone stark raving mad. I simply am aware of one fact. You are missing something. You don't know how much fun it is to eat cunt."
Shuddering at the mere mention of such a thing, Betty glared at him.
"You enjoy it when I lick your pussy, don't you?" he smiled.
"Sure I do," she admitted, "but that's different."
"How is it different?" he insisted.
"It's just different," she repeated firmly. "And don't ask me why.
Greg was going to make his point-and he did.
"I lick your cunt," he told her, "and it's fun. It tastes good. I like being down there around you crotch. But if I enjoy it-you could enjoy it. Now I want you to enjoy Gilda Clancy. She's got a nice pussy. I sucked it a couple of times."
"I'll just bet you have," Betty Richards said defensively.
"There you go," Greg shook his head. "You're still the typical jealous female. You've got to learn to share and share alike. That's what having a good time in bed is all about."
"Don't you believe in things like loyalty?" she asked him point blank. "What about nobility? There are people who enjoy a good fuck. But they enjoy it together. They don't have to share it with everyone down the block!"
The old morality was so deeply ingrained within Betty Richards' consciousness that she couldn't bring herself up to the level of uninhibited sexual abandon that Greg Morrison could. And that was what bugged him.
"I've got to knock that brainwashing out of you, honey," he told her, "and I'm gonna tell you this. If I can go down on your cunt, you can go down on Gilda Clancy's cunt. That is, if you want to suck my prick and fuck with me anymore."
He had put it in a way that caused Betty to see that unless she would agree to some sexual play on his terms, it was over between them.
"All right, if it means so much," she finally agreed.
"I means that much," he told her emphatically.
The following week when they were in the office, Greg made it a point to have coffee with Gilda Clancy.
"Well, fancy you asking me out, now that you've got Betty Richards tailing you," she said as she looked away evasively.
"Gilda," Greg told her, "Betty doesn't have any special place in my affections. As a matter-of-fact, I like you just as well."
She was delighted to hear what he had to say.
"How sweet of you to say that, Greg," Gilda told him. "But you never show it. After our first escapade, I haven't heard from you again."
"I made a big mistake," he assured her, "but it won't happen again. Let's get together. You and I ... and Betty Richards."
Gilda caught her breath.
"How immoral do you think I am?"
"I'm trying to find out," he said, a smile forming on his face.
"You're disgusting," she told him. "And your father would have a fit if he knew what a lecherous so-and-so you are."
"The old man would be jealous," Greg assured Gilda.
Gilda put her hand out and patted Greg's hand affectionately.
"You silly fool," she told him. "You are just a young stud and you want to experience everything. But why must you be so headstrong, so bizarre in your sexual tastes?" This got Greg angry.
"Damn it," he exclaimed as he pulled his hand away from hers, "how dare you tell me I'm bizarre? I want to experience everything. I would like to see two women making over me at the same time. After all, I think I'm something, too. You think you're hot stuff, don't you, Gilda?"
"You'd better believe it," Gilda replied. "Plenty of men have put the make on me. And don't think they haven't."
"Plenty of men have scored with you, Gilda," he told her frankly. "You know it ... and I know it. But have you ever scored with another woman ... and a man?"
"I should hope not!" Gilda told him. "I have a few moral scruples."
Greg burst out laughing.
"Well, it's those few moral scruples that I'm trying to get rid of for you," he told her emphatically. "Don't you ever forget it. Be glad and grateful that I am trying to help you. You know I mean business, don't you?"
Gilda began thinking of how she could get even. She had a better opinion of herself now than she'd ever had before. She felt it was disgusting that he would trade her for a date with Betty Richards. However, perhaps she could compete with Betty in the same bed ... then she could put Betty in her place.
"Maybe I'll take you up on that threeway, dear," she said slyly.
"I knew you'd see it my way," Greg said, nodding and smiling. "And I can figure out why. Now when do we get it off together?"
"How about Friday afternoon?" she suggested. "That way, none of us will have to get up and come down here to the Fashion Center to work."
"Friday afternoon would be just great," Greg assured her. "And I'm certain that Betty Richards will be pleased ... as I am."
"That's nice," Gilda said, having to eat her words as she spoke them.
"I'm looking forward to our getting together," Greg smiled with expectation.
"I'll just bet you are," Gilda chuckled with a tone of sarcasm that escaped him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Greg got back in his office, his father was upset. There was a big delay in an order of the slit-skirt style that he thought was so popular.
"What are we going to do?" he shook his head. "That New Orleans office hasn't shipped us the silk fabric for those skirts. You'll have to get on the phone and give them the devil. Don't let them give you any excuses. That fashion show is going to be held for the wholesalers and that material must be here within twenty-four hours."
"Yes, dad," Greg said, his voice indicating a monotonous tone.
His father turned and glared at him.
"Why aren't you as concerned as I am over this delay in delivering the fabric for those skirts?"
"I am, dad," Greg told him. "But I'm not gonna let everything get me uptight."
"You'll probably never do things right ... that's why I've been so successful, son. I did not allow
"people to get by with anything. Take your secretary over there, Betty. Doesn't look like she's working. She's eavesdropping."
"Betty," Greg called out to her, "would you please do those letters that I gave you? Then there are some tapes for transcribing that I want you to finish, too."
"You see, Gilbert Morrison exclaimed, "when you get on their backs, they do the work. Otherwise, they goof off. That is just human psychology, son."
Under his breath, he had made his point. Greg realized he had to get on the ball and call the New Orleans supplier so that he could get the delivery that was so vital to the success of the big fashion show.
"You just leave me alone, dad," Greg said quietly. "I'll get this tended to."
"Well, you'd better," he told him, "and no monkey business. Sometimes I get the feeling that you are getting the hots for that girl."
"Don't worry about it, dad," he told him.
"Son, when you feel the need of it," he smiled, "I can take you back to that massage parlor on the East Fifties. How would you like that?"
"Thanks, but no thanks, right now, dad," he told him. "I'm tending to business." , "Yes, of course," Gilbert exclaimed, a smile sweeping across his face, "and I will get along now. I don't want to prevent you from getting your work done."
"How thoughtful of you," he told him.
After his father had gone, Greg made the call to the fabric supplier in New Orleans. He managed to speak to Jackson Simmons. Mr. Simmons explained that there was a delay, but he would see what he could do to get the delivery on target as they had originally scheduled it.
Once he'd finished getting that accomplished, he called his father's secretary and explained that there was a very good chance the material would be delivered. After that, he talked to Betty about the coffee break.
"I sure could use a break," Betty said. "All the work around here about drives a person up the wall."
Over coffee, Greg explained that Gilda Clancy was agreeable to a Friday-evening get-together.
"That's nice," Betty smiled. "It'll be at least an interesting adventure."
To make sure that he had everything imaginable for the orgy, Greg Morrison took some time out to go around to some of the sex shops in Manhattan. He found some items that he felt the women could use in their lovemaking. He was bound and determined that when they got together he was going to see something that got him excited. It wasn't going to be just designed for their pleasure ... but for his own as well. He wanted to see some of his sexual fantasies spring to life before his eyes. This would provide him with the kind of erotic arousal that he required.
A man in a fashionable sexual boutique told Greg about the French tickler he had for sale.
"Use this French tickler on the tip of your cock," he told him, "and it will really be stimulating. Of course, the most expensive thing we have in the place is this Five-hundred-dollar French fucking machine. It can have a dildo slipped on the head of it and it has three speeds, fast, medium and slow. The chick who wants to try different sizes of pricks can get the perfect Fit for her cunt. Works beautifully."
"Could I rent one of those things?" Greg asked.
"Yes, but it is expensive," the man told him. "It's seventy-Five dollars and a fifty-dollar deposit."
"All right," he agreed. "And what about those dildos."
"That is a superb dildo," the clerk smiled as he reached in the glass case below to pick out a large-size one. "As a matter-of-fact," he said in a quiet whisper, "this is an exact replica of a very famous athlete's penis. They paid him a lot of money to make a copy of his cock when he had a hard-on. I'm sure that his penis has brought an enormous amount of pleasure to many women. And the replica of his cock in plastic will bring millions more great pleasure."
"All right, I'll buy one of those dildos," Greg told him. "Have you got anything else?"
"Well, we have these pills," he told him. "They stimulate the heart. They make the heart beat quicker. They're in red capsules. You break a capsule and the red dust is something you can breathe in. That'll get you going."
Having rented the French fucking machine and bought the dildo and the red capsules, Greg decided it was time to leave.
He set the items up in his apartment and was ready for Friday evening's get-together. The bar was stocked with plenty of booze and there was no reason in the world, he figured, why they couldn't have a fantastic time of it.
Gilda Clancy thought it would be better if they met at a corner near Fifth Avenue and Fifty-Third Street.
"That'll be fine with me," Greg told her. "And Betty will be in my car. I'll pick you up there."
At the appointed time, Greg drove down Fifth Avenue and picked up Gilda at Fifty-Third Street. To go through with this thing was not easy for Betty, She had to bring a silver flask to work with her and have a few nips before she went out with them that night.
When Greg caught her reaching in her purse for another nip, he objected.
"I don't want you so stoned that you aren't a good fuck," he explained. "You'll be too loose. You might even fall asleep on me. That would be awful."
Gilda got in the car and greeted Betty with a smile. The two women sat in the front seat with Greg.
"Wouldn't everyone in the office just die if they knew what we were gonna do?" Gilda laughed.
"They might think you were up to something," Betty said in a testy manner. "But they would never think that I would submit to such an indecent thing as an orgy."
That got Gilda angry. Glaring at Betty, she didn't hesitate to tell her, "Well, well, Snow White. Honey, you haven't had those goody-two-shoes on in a long time. So don't try to fool anybody, because you'll only be fooling yourself. You know what the talk is around the office."
"What is it?" Greg asked anxiously.
"I hate to repeat gossip," Gilda said, having dropped enough bait to tease their imaginations so that they were not content until they pried it out of her.
"Well, you asked for it," she told them both, "and you are gonna get it. They say that Betty Richards is not your private secretary, but your private screw."
Both Betty and Greg were quiet for a long moment.
"Well, I guess it's true," Greg admitted.
"It's not true at all," Betty said. "I only wish it were. This character has to make it with everyone he can. He's already had one of the models."
"Yvonne has been wondering why you haven't had anything to do with her lately," Gilda volunteered.
Greg instantly realized how his activities had been obviously discussed by probably everyone in the office-and he was bitter and angry.
"What I do with my models is my business. Apparently, Yvonne talks a lot."
Gilda laughed.
"She also fucks a lot."
Greg could see that Betty didn't fit in to such crude type of talk and he wondered if he had made a wrong move by suggesting they all get together for an orgy at his apartment that evening.
Turning on the radio, he tried to divert their attention. The newscast was so grim that it didn't put any of them in a fuck mood. Changing to a rock station, he felt his balls getting excited all over again.
"I love that rock music," Greg smiled. "It's fun to screw to that stuff."
"It's fun to fuck, period," Gilda laughed.
"I thought you'd say something like that," Betty said testily.
Greg realized he had to establish some ground rules or the orgy would never got off the bed.
"Look, ladies," he told them, "if we continue trading quips and digs, we'll never get to fucking. And after all, that's what I want. Some good screwing."
It was obvious to him the responsibility of keeping the show rolling properly was on his shoulders.
When they were all up in his apartment he volunteered to give them drinks to relax them.
"You will feel more uninhibited," he told them, "if you drink. Then after we get going, I have some hot pills that will make us fuck better."
"I've never needed pills before," Gilda declared, "and I'm not about to begin now. If you can't take me as I am, you don't need to have me."
"Not a bad idea," Betty said.
Once more he had to remind them of the ground rules.
"No nasty comments," Greg declared. "Let's have a good time."
He began undressing. Betty looked at Gilda and Gilda looked at Betty.
"Now you two have the same equipment, so you shouldn't be shy about looking at each other."
"Well," Gilda shrugged, "you can have the same equipment, but you can have a considerably different design. In the tit department, for example, I'm a little better built than she is."
Betty was furious. She started undressing to prove her assets.
"Now," Betty said, once she'd completely undressed, "let's see who has the best body!"
Gilda Clancy, not to be outdone, stripped down as quickly as she could. She tried to take her panties off so quickly that she tore them.
"Let's not be careless," Greg observed. "Now we'll go over to the mirror and see what we have."
Slipping out of his shorts, he walked naked to the mirror as his huge prick flipped up. Looking at the two women, he had to admit it was a tie.
"You're both gorgeous," he told them, "and extremely fuckable."
"There isn't any word like that," Betty said. "I'm a secretary and I know fuckable is not a word."
"I just made it up," Greg laughed, "so let's say it's my invented word. It might not show up in the dictionary for years. But someday they'll put it in there ... fuckable."
He laughed as he slapped them both on the ass cheeks. Going over to a closet, he pulled out the rented French fucking machine. Both women gave an audible gasp when they looked at it.
"What is it?" Gilda exclaimed as she almost jumped out of her skin.
"It's a fine thing for pleasure," Greg assured them both. "It's a French fucking machine. I even have a plastic prick that'll slip on it. It has three speeds."
"I want to be first," Gilda exclaimed anxiously as she went over to the machine and looked at it lustfully.
"It figures," Betty said under her breath, hoping that Gilda could hear her.
Gilda heard and turned around. She gave her a withering glance.
"It's wonderful to try something new and different," she said as she slipped the plastic prick onto the French fucking machine.
She stood in front of it and guided the plastic cock into herself as Greg flipped the dial.
"Better start it out slow," she told him. "Let's simulate real intercourse."
The plastic prick surged into her vagina. She pumped back and forth on the machine as it drove into her.
"OOOHHH, I LIKE IT," she said, wiggling her ass as she ground her hips forward and back. "FUCK ME, MACHINE," Gilda cried out passionately. "FUCK ME. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
The delicious tingles of excitement raced through her body now as the machine aroused her. It didn't take Greg long to get some ideas about what they should do.
"I'll stick it up your asshole, honey," he told her, "and Betty, you can lick her tits."
"In a pig's eyes I'll lick her tits," Betty snapped defiantly as she sipped some booze from her silver flask.
That got Greg angry. He went over to her and slapped her face.
"Don't rough me up," Betty objected.
"Good for you," Gilda called out as she moved back and forth on the French fucking machine. "Somebody's got to teach that little dame who she is. She's just spoiled rotten."
"Lick her tits," Greg demanded again.
"All right," she agreed as she put the flask aside and came over to where Gilda was standing in front of the machine.
Greg got behind now. He coated his throbbing, huge penis with Vaseline.
"I'll fuck your asshole while the machine is fucking your cunt. And little Miss Snow White can lick your tits. That ought to be fun."
Betty didn't like jokes being made about her innocence.
"I'm a swinger," she said as she bent over and started licking at Gilda's large breast flesh.
Gilda wasn't overjoyed at the way Betty's mouth worked on her breasts.
"Honey, don't you know how to suck tits?" she asked her.
"I've never sucked another woman's breasts before," Betty declared proudly, "and I'm not a lesbian, I'll have you know."
"I'm not a lesbian either, dear" Gilda declared, slyly putting sarcasm in the word "dear," as she spoke. "However, I do know what it is to get my tits sucked. If any man has ever sucked on your little tits, maybe you could figure out how you would suck on another female's tits. It really doesn't take much up here. But you've got to use what you've got."
Gilda had testily tapped her finger on her head, indicating where she meant when she said, "up there." Betty looked at Gilda's crotch. It was oozing as she pushed back and forth on the plastic prick. She could see her curly pubic hair becoming suffused with vaginal juices.
"My gosh, you're cumming," Betty exclaimed.
"No help from you either," she told her. "Now start licking my tits, honey. That is, if you're gonna be part of this orgy. If you aren't, then Greg and I ought to make it a twoway, instead of a threeway."
Betty objected. At the thought of being banished, she came back to the reality of the orgy. She bent over and began licking at the large succulent bosoms of Gilda Clancy.
In the meantime, Greg was fitting his prick into Gilda's asshole. It was going to be a hard fit, but he was determined he would make it.
Gripping Gilda's cheeky buttocks, he parted them. He inserted his throbbing, huge manhood between them. With a forceful, hard jab, he rode right up her ass.
"You're gonna get fucked," he told her, "and fucked good."
Riding his thick, rigid dick up her ass, he drove it in with savage, hard strokes.
"FUCK IT," he exclaimed passionately. "FUCK IT."
They were going after it now with all of their might.
"OOOHHH," Greg groaned, "FUCK IT, FUCK IT."
Gilda shoved back to meet his cock stabs. It did feel fantastic to have Greg's prick up her asshole while the plastic penis was riding in her pussy. She even enjoyed Betty's licking at her tits. Although it got her angry that Betty couldn't do it in a more erotic manner.
"I guess I'll have to teach you how to suck tits," she told Betty. "You put your full mouth over the nipple. You let your tongue slide back and forth over the tip. Then you gently nibble with your teeth. Honey, when enough men have done it to you, you'll know how."
"I'm sure you've had your quota for a lifetime," Betty quipped.
Greg once more told them to knock it off as he began trying to get his rocks off. He plunged his rigid, hard prick up Gilda's ass with savage, strong strokes.
"FUCK IT," he exclaimed in a frenzy. "FUCK."
He went on ramming his hard, long dick up her ass and she enjoyed it.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he groaned, "NOW WE'RE FUCKING. LET'S FUCK IT."
Delicious tingles of excitement raced through his body.
"OOOHHH," he gasped in a frenzy, "LET ME FEEL IT. I WANT TO FEEL THAT ASS OF YOURS GRABBING MY COCK AND MILKING IT. YES. OOOHHH, GILDA, NOW YOU'RE FUCKING."
It was amazing how stimulating it was for him to see the two women having sex together. And it was equally exciting to ram his prick up Gilda's hot, tight asshole.
"SWING YOUR BUTT, GILDA," he told her. "GRIND YOUR ASS AROUND. OHHH, BABY, THAT'S HOW I LIKE IT. NOW YOU'RE FUCKING. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
With rhythmic, strong strokes he went on driving into her. She twisted around, enjoying every moment of it.
"OOOHHH, GREG," she called out, "LOVE ME. I WANT IT. YES. OHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSS!"
The delicious excitement racing through her body caused her to almost lose her mind.
"SCREW ME," she begged frantically. "FUCK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GIVE ME THAT PRICK OF YOURS. HARDER. MORE, BABY. LET ME FEEL THOSE BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST MY BUTT."
His throbbing balls flipped against her upturned ass cheeks.
"YES, BABY," he panted, "YOU'RE GETTIN' IT. EVERY FUCKING INCH. I'M DRILLING IT UP YOUR ASSHOLE."
Betty was jealous. How she wished Greg's throbbing manhood was slipping in her cunt. How she would love to accept him up her asshole. Even though she had originally hated sodomy, she loved it when he did it. He had a way of gently nudging the purple knob of his cock head to her tight anal cavity with such ease. He knew just how to slip it past her anal opening. She thrilled to the thought of his big slick prick riding up her ass with savage, strong strokes.
Now Betty began sucking Gilda's bosoms just the way Gilda told her to. Gilda flattered her.
"You're getting to be a great tit-sucker," she told Betty. "You've really got it down now, baby. Right on."
The two women were becoming more aroused as they continued their wanton lovemaking.
Waves of erotic pleasure washed over them as they all fucked together. Greg plunged his prick into the hilt. His tingling balls unloaded.
"I'M CUMMING," he groaned. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, MILK IT. SQUEEZE IT. PULL IT. HIGHER UP YOUR ASSHOLE."
She gripped his prick with her ass muscles. Gilda squeezed the cream right out of his cock as he Finished unloading.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M CUMMING. FUCK IT. FUCK OFF!"
The hot cum surged up her ass. His slick prick rode quickly up and down with deep, penetrating cock stabs.
"FUCK IT OFF," Greg exclaimed. "GET EVERY DROP OF IT."
With his prick exploding in her asshole and her cuntal juices flowing freely around the plastic prick, Gilda was excited, delighted and pleased. To top it off, she enjoyed the tits sucking that Betty Richards was performing for her.
"I LOVE IT," Gilda exclaimed, throwing her arms up, delirious with sexual pleasure. "LICK MY TITS ... FUCK MY ASS ... SCREW MY CUNT. I LOVE IT."
When he had finished screwing her asshole, Greg eased off Gilda. Betty pulled her mouth from Gilda's bosoms and Gilda eased her vagina from the plastic prick of the French fucking machine. She went over to the bed and stretched out luxuriously.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Greg Morrison was surprised at Slow much he enjoyed tormenting the two women. He liked to see them stretched out totally nude on the bed together. But what really got him going, was the thought that he could watch one of them lick the other one's pussy.
"Shall we flip for it?" he suggested with a sly grin.
"Flip for what?" Betty asked curiously.
"Who gets to suck cunt first," he replied.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you are obscene?" Betty shrieked.
"Are you saying that licking my cunt is obscene?" Gilda Clancy demanded angrily.
Betty realized what a strange triangle they were forming now. Apparently, if she objected to anything, Gilda was going to take immediate offense.
"No, Gilda," she assured her, "you have a gorgeous cunt. Of course, it wouldn't be obscene to lick your snatch. How could it be?"
"That's the way I feel about it," Gilda told her. "Let's get the coin."
It didn't take Greg long to get a coin.
"All right, do you have heads or tails?" Gilda demanded of Betty.
Betty paused.
"Heads, I eat your pussy ... tails, you eat mine," she begrudgingly agreed.
The coin was flipped and sure enough, it came out heads.
"Good luck, cunt eater," Greg smiled as he saw the expression sweeping over Betty's face.
Betty tried to keep her composure.
"I really don't know much about this sort of thing," she admitted candidly.
"Just lick my cunt the way so many men have licked yours, dear," she said, nodding knowingly.
Betty was belligerent and angry.
"How dare you say such a thing?" she shrieked. "I haven't been around very much. You've got a lot of mileage, honey, so don't try to put your trip off on me."
Gilda was amazed how Betty could come up with the answers. Apparently she was developing.
"Honey, why don't we sweeten it?" she suggested. "Darling, do you have any honey that you could use for my cunt? It would make it taste real nice for little Miss Snow White when she sucks my pussy."
It didn't take Greg long to find the honey. Returning to the bedroom with a yellow plastic honey container, he told Gilda to spread her luscious legs apart.
Gilda spread her legs. Her curly pubic cunt hair appealed to Greg so much he hated to share it with Betty in a way.
"I will perform the ceremony of getting her cunt ready for you to lick," he suggested.
He got on the bed and crouched over Gilda's crotch. Slowly inserting the plastic container, he finally squeezed. The liquid golden honey shot all around her vagina. It oozed from her slit.
"WOW, DO YOU LOOK GORGEOUS," he told her. "I FEEL LIKE SUCKING IT MYSELF."
"Why don't you?" Betty smiled.
She was running her fingers through her hair and looking at the two of them with disdain.
"Get your face down here and eat my cunt," Gilda demanded. "You got the same chance I did to figure out who was gonna eat whom."
It was true, she had a deal going.
"All right, love," she grinned. "At least you sweetened it."
Tearing himself away from her appealing pussy, Greg watched as Betty got down there. Betty slid her hands under the milky thighs of the beautiful girl. She brought her mouth close to her cunt hair. Her hot breath teased Gilda, who was beginning to get horny and hot.
"Stick your tongue in it," Gilda said, becoming angry at the delay.
Slowly, teasingly, Betty parted her cunt lips. Shfe looked at the glistening, moist, pink flesh. Her tongue slipped into her vagina. Soon she was flicking her tongue back and forth. It excited Greg watching. He felt his cock get harder. Reaching for his throbbing penis, he began slowly jerking.
"You gonna jack-off while she eats my pussy?" Gilda asked him crudely.
"Sure," he told her as he observed the oozing tip of his big prick.
He developed a rhythm with his throbbing cock and was enjoying it intensely now as he pulled with all of his manly might.
"EAT HER PUSSY," he advised Betty.
Betty closed her eyes and got her mouth suction-cup tight over Gilda's crotch. Finally she managed to let her tongue slip inside.
It excited Gilda to have her eating her vagina. It was a psychological triumph. She wanted to force her to go down on her, and she was loving every moment of it.
"OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOT A GOOD TONGUE," Gilda gasped. "HONEY, NIBBLE MY CLIT. OOOHHH. AAAHHH, YES, YES, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT!"
It was amazing to Betty that she could ever do such a thing. Yet she was enjoying it.
Slipping her hands under her girl friend's ass cheeks, she squeezed them. She kept her nose, her teeth and her mouth and face right down there in her crotch and licked hungrily, lapping, nibbling, sucking, stimulating and exciting her.
She would pull her tongue out and then watch as her tongue disappeared in the moist depths of Gilda's cuntal opening.
"OHHH, YOU'RE KILLING ME," Gilda gasped. "OOOHHH, BABY, NIBBLE ON ME. SUCK ME. I'M CUMMING. I CAN'T STAND IT. I LOVE HAVING MY PUSSY SUCKED."
Gilda threw her legs around her lover's shoulders. She ground her cunt in her face.
"YES," she gasped, "I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK IT. SUCK IT."
Sucking voraciously on her juicy vagina, she got her going.
"I CAN'T STAND IT," Gilda groaned. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSSSS."
Her mind was reeling with erotic excitement. She had never felt quite so alive before.
"I LOVE IT WHEN YOU LICK ME LIKE THAT."
Greg was enjoying it, too. His throbbing cock was ready to erupt. Both girls saw this.
"OHHH, HONEY, COME OVER HERE," Gilda called out, "AND LET ME LICK YOUR PRICK."
Betty looked at them both.
"Well, I guess two is company and three's a crowd."
"That's what you think," Gilda smiled. "You can lick his asshole while I suck his prick."
Betty's eyes glistened with disgust as she realized that Gilda was manipulating the entire sexual orgy, It was terrifying that she had to be under her domination as well as Greg's.
"I think I'll be going," Betty said as she edged off the bed.
"Don't be a spoil sport," Greg shook his head. "We came here for a party. Let's enjoy ourselves. Now why don't you play along with us and we'll all have some fun."
Betty returned to the bed. Greg said he wanted to have Gilda on her knees, kneeling at his pecker.
"I like to see a woman worshipping my prick," he told her. "So if you would get on your knees and kneel in front of me, I will present my cock as a love offering to the temple of your mouth."
"Well, that's sweet of you," Gilda told him. "I've had someone licking at the sanctuary of my pussy and now I'm gonna give you my mouth."
Dramatically, Gilda glided off the bed. She dropped in front of Greg's firm, strong legs. As he towered above her firmly, like a tall tree, he looked over his shoulder at Betty, who was dropping to her knees at his buttocks.
"Betty, do a good job of ass licking," he told her. "Remember, I enjoy that very much. I've always wanted to have one woman at my ass and one at my cock. It's a pity we don't have Yvonne here. Then I could be sucking on her juicy cunt while you two are giving me the time of my life."
Gilda laughed as she thought of Yvonne.
"Yvonne wouldn't go for this threeway," she laughed. "She thinks that she has to have sex on a one-on-one basis. Poor child."
Gilda laughed as she gripped Greg's throbbing, huge prick. She brought its lustful tip to her lips. Lasciviously she licked on the head of his shaft.
"EAT MY FORBIDDEN, WICKED PRICK," he told her, "AND SWALLOW MY CUM. SUCK IT, SUCK IT."
Her hand gripped its turgid stiffness. She held on tightly as she pumped her mouth back and forth on his thickness. At the same time she was watching while Betty got behind him and began licking and nibbling gently at his sinewy, firm ass globes.
Betty was doing her best to entice and excite Greg. It was quite evident that she was thoroughly enjoying what she was up to. First she let her tongue lick around his bare bottom and then she pumped it right up his tight ass crack. The raging genital heat in his loins built as one woman tongue fucked his asshole, while the other sucked on his thick prick.
"EAT MY ASS," he begged. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH, SUCK MY PRICK, SUCK IT, SUCK IT."
He watched as his blue-veined cock shoved in Gilda's mouth. Gilda's lips clung on his thick shaft tightly.
"EAT IT," Greg cried out in desperate need. "SUCK MY COCK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK IT OFF, OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK MY PRICK, SUCK IT."
Gilda sucked smoothly. This got him all the more aroused. At the same time he enjoyed the hot tongue stabs up his tight anus.
"EAT MY ASSHOLE," he told Betty. "LICK IT. OOOHHH, BABY, STAB YOUR TONGUE WAY UP THERE. DON'T BE BASHFUL. I LOVE IT LIKE THAT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, LICK."
Betty was amazed that she and Gilda could ever cooperate in providing pleasure for their boss like they were doing now. Both women were naked, on the floor, and giving him the bizarre sexual favors that he asked for.
With lewd, ravenous mouth movements, Gilda sucked frantically on his man meat. Her flared nostrils and her closed eyes and her tight lip grip indicated just how much she was enjoying having Greg's cock gliding down her relaxed throat.
Greg ran his fingers through her hair as he guided her head.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE RIGHT ON," he told her. "SUCK IT. OHHHH, AAAHHH, OOOHHH, YES, YESSSSS. SUCK MY PRICK OFF. SUCK IT, OOOHHH, SUCK IT OFF."
His mind was reeling with the delicious excitement of getting his ass sucked while his cock was being sucked off at the same time.
"EAT IT," Greg begged frantically. "SUCK EVERY DROP OF IT. LICK IT, LICK IT."
Her cheeks hollowed as he tunneled in and out of her mouth. She was waiting for that moment when he would shoot her his load.
"OOOHHH," he gasped, "SUCK THE JUICE OUT. SUCK IT. I WANT IT, I WANT IT."
She was a fantastic cock sucker. And he could hardly wait until she got him off.
"KEEP THAT UP, GILDA BABY," he told her. "THAT'S BEAUTIFUL. SUCK, SUCK, SUCK MY PRICK."
His throbbing, thick prick shoved down her throat until she was almost choking on its turgid stiffness.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT," he gasped as his ass rutted back and forth on Gilda's stabbing tongue. "I'M CUMMING. SUCK MY JUICE. SWALLOW IT."
Greg flooded Gilda's face with his thick sperm. He enjoyed watching in the mirror at the obscene sight of one woman sucking on his sinewy buttocks, while the other licked his throbbing prick with passionate arousal.
The pungent scent of his crotch when his body was on fire ignited Gilda. She sucked smoothly, tickling his balls and massaging them while he shot her his load.
Easing out of his asshole, Betty got to her feet. She went over to the bed and stretched out and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Greg smiled, hoping she hadn't flipped out.
"At us," she replied. "It's funny. I walked in here with all kinds of inhibitions. I never thought I could go down on Gilda. But you know, Gilda, you've got a sweet-tasting pussy."
"Hey, that gives me an idea," Greg suggested. "Why don't you let Gilda screw you? She can strap that dildo on and give you a fuck you won't forget."
She smiled and agreed.
"Yes," she admitted, "I might enjoy that. Yes. Let's try it."
The idea appealed to her so much that when Gilda strapped on the dildo and Greg explained that it was an exact replica penis of a famous black athlete, she smiled.
"Just think, I finally hit the big time."
She stretched out and let her hands reach down to massage her moistening crotch. Gilda straddled her. She brushed her great bosoms across Betty's breasts.
"French her before you fuck her," Greg smiled.
Greg sat on the edge of the bed, jacking off slowly as he watched the two women making out.
Sure enough, Gilda cooperated every way she knew how. Pressing her hot lips against Betty's lips, her tongue slid along her mouth. Soon she slipped her tongue into her mouth and Betty sucked on her tongue.
Finally, she guided the plastic prick into her vagina with a sweeping stab.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME," Betty breathed hoarsely. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT."
"That's the way to do it, Gilda baby," Greg encouraged enthusiastically.
"OOOHHH, YES ... YES ... YESSSSSS ... I WANT IT!" she crooned mindlessly as she jerked madly back up at Gilda with her writhing hips.
Betty could feel her climax beginning to build rapidly. The flushed skin of her face glistened with perspiration as her body began to contort in rising ecstasy beneath Gilda. Betty's head rolled wildly from side to side as she enjoyed the stimulating sensation of the thick plastic prick being stabbed into her cunt by the excited Gilda.
"YOU LIKE IT?" Gilda asked her sensuously.
At the same time Greg found that he was getting hard again. He gripped his prick and pulled on it, enjoying every stimulating second enormously.
"OOOHHH, FUCK HER, FUCK HER," he told Gilda. "FUCK HER GOOD!"
Getting to his feet, he cupped his balls in one hand and jacked off with the other.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSS," Betty begged. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME. FUCK YOUR COCK INTO ME. I WANT IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHHH, I WANT IT."
Betty had cried out, almost forgetting that it was a plastic cock that was being driven into her by another female. The joy of complete victory surged through Greg. His swollen penis and testicles were aching as they'd never ached before. He had these two women under his complete domination. He could hardly wait to ram it into Betty's asshole. Greg wanted desperately to sodomize her. He had to fuck her before he spilled his sperm uselessly.
"OOOHHH, BABY," he told Gilda, "ROLL HER OVER ON HER SIDE. THEN I CAN GET BEHIND HER AND SODOMIZE HER WHILE YOU FUCK HER CUNT WITH THAT PLASTIC COCK."
Gilda gladly cooperated. She rolled over. Betty was so horny now, she would let them do anything they wanted to her. She was climbing to the highest peak of pleasure ... to climax in a completely shattering, ecstatic moment of release. She could stand it not a minute longer and she begged for them both to fuck her.
"FUCK MY ASSHOLE, GREG," she called out eagerly. "FUCK MY ASS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GILDA, SCREW ME, SCREW ME. DRIVE THAT PECKER INTO MY HOLE. YES, YESSSSS, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT."
"Sure, baby," Greg agreed, "we'll give you the screw of your life. You've never had fucking like this before. You'll remember this action for a long time."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Gilda's plastic prick surged into Betty with wild abandon.
Spitting in his hand, Greg applied his own spittle to his throbbing penile shaft. When he was ready, he plunged his swollen penis between the yielding buttocks of Betty. He pressed them wider apart to view the object of his desire more clearly. His cock jerked slightly, as though unable to contain itself when the tiny puckered anus came into view just above the sleekly moist opening of her cunt, which was accommodating Gilda's driving plastic prick.
For a moment Greg Was seized by the temptation to shove Gilda off and screw her cunt. But the thought slipped from his mind as he contemplated the great pleasure he would derive from plunging his hard, rigid dick up her ass.
He could feel dewdrops of moisture forming at the tip of his tortured cock. Greg had to have her now-or it would be too late. He couldn't hold back anymore.
"OKAY, BETTY," he told her, "YOU'RE GONNA GET FUCKED LIKE YOU WANT. I'M GONNA SHOVE IT RIGHT UP YOUR ASS," he whispered lewdly, enjoying the mental torment that he was subjecting her to.
He moved forward between her parted thighs, guiding his rigidly thick prick with his thumb and forefinger gently parting her pubic hair with the bloated tip of its throbbing head. He felt the warm, cushiony folds of her ass as he rammed forward. Greg luxuriated in the sudden heat of her body.
Groaning now, he rode in. The first electrical contact of his prick tip with her sensitive anus excited him. His rigid, thick rod of pulsating flesh shoved forward easily.
"I'M GONNA REALLY FUCK IT," he told her as he pressed his full cock length against the tight elastic opening of her rectal passage.
Greg's throbbing penis slid slowly, at first spreading and stretching the tight walls of her rectum in a way that made her wince at the sensation of pleasure mixed with pain, as his skewering shaft seemed to take forever to slide in.
Betty swung her head around to see his face and saw that it was twisted into a contorted expression of raw animal lust as he stared down at her buttocks. She was slavishly giving both of them all of the sex they could ever want.
The head of Greg's hugely swollen penis was sinking into the slippery, hot cavern of her asshole. He suddenly rammed forward. He gripped her shoulders as he thrust his hips forward, guiding his long, pulsating cock into her asshole like a huge bullet, pushing the soft, tight flesh in rippling waves before its bludgeoning head. She groaned in rapturous pleasure as she felt his virile, young balls slam heavily against the tingly tight asshole. She'd never felt anything like it before. Betty started to grind her buttocks back at his buried cock to encourage him to begin plunging in and out of her rhythmically.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she begged anxiously. "FUCK ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT. OHHHHH, FUCK, FUCK!"
Raw lust drove him on as he rammed it to her dog fashion.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GREG," she groaned as her body twisted in wanton gyrations.
This increased the swirl of sensations building in her own body. It sent lewd thrills of excitement running through her. She loved having the plastic prick in her cunt and Gilda's beautiful bosoms crushing against her breasts, while at the same time she could feel her male lover guiding his rigid prick in her tight, hot, twisting rectum.
"FUCK IT FOR ME," he told her. "FUCK IT."
She undulated her hips and pumped back on his big cock. With each slow instroke and outstroke, she got more excited. He would gently thrust forward in this smooth in-and-out rhythm he had started with.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GREG, OHHHHHH, YES ... THIS IS WONDERFUL ... WONDERFUL...."
She couldn't seem to get enough of him. The ever-mounting passion in her body caused her to clutch Gilda tightly.
"KISS ME, GILDA." she begged. "LET ME SUCK ON YOUR TONGUE. I WANT IT. OOOHHHH, KISS ME, KISS ME."
Betty's body was on fire. Gilda fucked her with all of her might as she rode the dildo into her lover's juicy cunt. At the same time her tongue slipped into Betty's mouth. Betty sucked on her tongue. The two of them were sweating as they went into a series of longer, smoother, plunging strokes.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME," Betty begged breathlessly. "I WANT IT. UP MY ASSHOLE. LET ME FEEL IT."
She could feel the blood-engorged head of his cock riding inside of her. She began to twist with more abandon beneath him, instinctively quickening his thrusts. He grabbed her smooth, rounded hips in his lust-powered grip, locking her forcefully into a rhythm of his strokes.
"TWIST YOUR ASS," he told her. "GRAB IT. MILK MY PRICK. OOOHHH, YES, YES, MILK IT, MILK IT."
With youthful, driving lunges, Greg kept his pulsating penis riding deep in her asshole.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH," Greg groaned as each thrust swept her buttocks wider, ever wider apart.
With each desperate, forward thrust of his straining loins, he was coming closer to climax.
"I'M ALMOST THERE," he warned her. "OOOHHH, BABY, LET ME KEEP FUCKING. DON'T EVER STOP. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSS, THAT'S WHAT I WANT."
Her body twisted in frenzied desire as she felt his sperm-bloated balls slapping loudly against her buttocks.
"YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she gasped as she twisted and turned and felt drafts of cool air rushing maddeningly between her thighs, each time he withdrew.
His hands reached up to grip her breasts as he fucked her with savage brutality. It seemed unnatural for this gentle man that she knew during the day at the office to screw her like this. However, this was the real Greg. Every sadistic inch of his prick riding up her hot, tight asshole.
"OOOHHH, YES ... YES ... YESSSSSSS!"
She knew that soon he would be cumming. She twisted her buttocks, and felt his jackhammering, hotly expanded cock exploding in a wild rush of cock fluid.
His mind blazed with sheer lust as she shoved her curvaceous buttocks back up to his pile-driving prick. Every inch of his straining body was alive with the knowledge she was giving him all he could ask for. If only he could go deeper, ram it into her asshole still harder, tear her butt. Pleasure flooded his body as he finished screwing her.
Her groaning voice rose to a whine of unconscious bliss as she felt her body suddenly stiffening and vibrating uncontrollably. The boiling juices oozing from her shivering vagina indicated how much pleasure she was deriving from a plunging prick up her ass and a driving dildo in her sticky, warm cunt.
Gilda and Greg were both surprised at how much Betty was turning on with their wild orgy.
Slowly Greg eased his prick from her widely-exposed ass cheeks. His cum dripped on her bare behind. In the midst of her ecstasy, Betty kissed Gilda passionately. Gilda hugged her tightly and told her how much she enjoyed it, too.
"This has really been some orgy," Greg told them both. "I've enjoyed every moment of it."
Her mind whirled in a seemingly endless orgasm as the sweet, boiling sperm from her lover splashed across her writhing body.
They pulled away from one another and had drinks, then looked out at the view along the Hudson River.
"I wish I had an apartment like this," Betty Richards laughed.
"So do I," Gilda Clancy admitted. "I have often wondered what it would be like to live on the good side of town. I'm tired of living in Mugger's Heaven."
"Where is that?" Greg asked her.
"It's over near Forty-Seventh Street. I have a small place there that I've lived in for some time and they haven't raised the rent so I'm not moving."
"If it's that dangerous, I'd get out of there," Greg warned her.
The three of them were enjoying each other's company.
"You see, when there is no jealousy or rivalry, how much pleasure we all can have," Greg told them both.
"It's true," Betty Richards confided. "I never thought I could enjoy sex with another woman. But Gilda gave me such a good time I've got to admit it was wonderful."
"What about me?" Greg laughed.
"Greg," she told him, "I loved it. I thought sodomy was something painful and awful. But the way you do it when you ram your prick up my asshole, I love it."
The three of them talked and then it was so late that Greg suggested they stay overnight and he would take them home in the morning after breakfast.
The following morning, they did have breakfast together, and then he drove each girl home.
When he returned to his apartment, he was surprised that his father was waiting for him.
"What's the problem?" he asked.
"It's that convention," Gilbert Morrison shook his head. "The fabric shipment from New Orleans never came through. Now I don't know what I'm going to do. I've got to get that material."
Greg agreed to go to the office and make some phone calls to see if he could get the shipment that was required to make the modeling show go off successfully for the wholesalers' convention.
Back in the office he managed to find some fabric that he could obtain for their requirements right in New York City.
"They've got everything here in this city," Gilbert Morrison nodded. "That's what I always say. If you can't find it in New York, you can't find it anywhere."
Greg was about to leave, but his father suggested that they could go to the same massage parlor where he had enjoyed himself a few weeks earlier.
"Dad, do you mind if I just go home and take it easy?" he suggested.
"Son, I'm worried about you," his father said. "You are working too hard. All work and no play isn't good for anybody."
In so much as Gilbert Morrison kept insisting, Greg finally agreed.
"This place is a highly respected establishment," his father told him. "It's in a suburb of New York. We'll drive there in my car."
As they drove to the massage parlor, they started talking.
"I want you to enjoy yourself," his father told him, "and there isn't any reason in the world why you can't. But the important thing is for you to understand that I want to help you. And if you will listen to me, I can."
Greg told his father, "Dad, I can find my own women. I guess you've gotten so used to going out with these women who sell their bodies that you can't get it in your mind that you could go out with some young chicks who would enjoy having sex with you."
Gilbert Morrison was a realist and he told his son the truth.
"Nobody wants to give something for nothing," he insisted sharply.
"Would it surprise you, dad, if I told you I've had quite a few women give themselves to me sexually?"
Gilbert shook his head.
"If you think I don't know what's going on in the office, you're mistaken," his father warned him. "You have been carrying on with Yvonne, as well as Betty Richards and Gilda Clancy. Now that's three women in one office. And the reason they are willing to submit to your sexual advances is because of the fact that you are their employer.
So it really doesn't mean a thing. And it could result in trouble."
Gilbert smiled as he looked at his son's expression of amazement.
"How do you know so much?" Greg demanded.
"I have people who know what's happening around the plant," he assured him. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have been in business this long. But I've told you I don't want you having sex with people at the office. So that's the last time I'm gonna mention it to you. But I'll let you know this much. Every time that you have been out with any of them, I've known about it."
Greg laughed.
"You're a pretty sharp old man," he told his father, "and maybe you're right. Maybe it is safer just going with women that you buy. I guess these gals at the office figure they've got it made if they marry the boss. So they will do anything."
"Now you're learning," Gilbert Morrison told his young son. "You probably have a king-size ego. And no doubt, you have a king-size cock. Like father-like son. But that doesn't mean you have to be stupid."
When they arrived at the quiet neighborhood, it was surprising to Greg that there would be such an establishment in such a reserved setting.
"It's the perfect front for the operation," Gilbert explained. "They don't do a lot of business. And it does cost something to come here. There are only five girls who work the place."
When they got inside of the building which appeared to be just a suburban home, a little on the posh and quiet side, it pleased Greg that they had a bar. Immediately he went over to the bar to get a drink. He had to. So much had happened so quickly, it was hard for him to comprehend the events that were whizzing in front of him.
After a drink, he could relax and unwind with his father. But he didn't have much time, for Leslie Stevenson walked in. She was a stunning-looking woman, with platinum blonde hair. She was wearing a low-cut evening gown and smiled at Gilbert.
"Well, Mr. Morrison," she told him. "Haven't seen you for some time."
"This is my son, Greg," Gilbert introduced him.
"Well," she smiled, "you have a son this old."
It was obvious that Leslie Stevenson was making over Gilbert Morrison. It pleased him, even though he knew why the compliments were forthcoming.
"Yes, he's quite a boy," he agreed, "and I thought it was about time he met some nice girls. And I figured that maybe you have a nice girl who could ... talk to him."
"Of course," Leslie smiled. "How about Lucy?"
Lucy was a nice-looking brunette, who looked more like a college student than a girl who was selling sex.
"Lucy," Leslie called out, "come over here. I'd like to have you meet someone."
The trim, lithe brunette got to her feet and walked over to where Greg and his father Gilbert were drinking at the bar.
"Lucy, meet Greg," she smiled. "And now maybe you two would like to go to a room and have a drink and talk."
Leslie had a way of making it all seem so natural that it was casual and relaxing. However, Greg was somewhat concerned. He had gone through so much sex at the orgy the previous night with Betty Richards and Gilda Clancy, that he wasn't certain he could get it up again. And this was bothering him.
"Thank you, Leslie," Greg said, getting to his feet. "I'm pleased to meet you, Lucy."
"The pleasure's all mine," Lucy said, with a pleasant smile radiating across her youthful features.
Lucy was dressed conservatively, more like a college girl than anything else. They walked down a hallway to a large, pleasant looking bedroom. The bedroom was neat and attractively furnished, and once more gave the impression of a college girl's bedroom.
"This is like a dormitory," Greg told her.
"It's a good front," Lucy said.
Lucy went over to the bar in the corner and mixed herself a drink and asked Greg if he wanted to freshen his.
"Why not?" he said.
As the two of them sat drinking, in chairs bpposite each other and a white marble fireplace, Lucy asked Greg if he was fancy loose and free.
"I'm still single," he told her honestly, "and I don't have any marriage plans in the immediate future. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna play around now and then."
Lucy smiled understandingly.
"Greg, if you're like most men," she assured him, "you'll play around even more after you've gotten married."
Greg laughed.
"Well, I guess that's true of my old man," he admitted, "but we've learned to live with it. That's dad."
"It's too bad," Lucy said, looking off vaguely a long moment, "that two people can't be enough for each other."
"Yes, I suppose it is," Greg admitted, "but that's just not the nature of the beast, is it?"
"Certainly not some of the beasts I've met," she admitted candidly.
"I think you're a very beautiful girl," he told her quite honestly. "I really do."
The pleasure that Lucy was feeling now surged through her warmly. She wanted to tell him so many things about her own desires and interests and tastes ... and needs. She could never talk about these things, for her job was to listen. Her job was to butter up a man's ego. And her next task was to perform sexually all the services that would come to his mind.
"What would you like to do?" Lucy smiled.
"Talk your time away ... or fuck it away?"
The crude words tumbling out of Lucy's mouth bothered Greg. They were inappropriate. They didn't go with her image, her personality, her real being.
"Don't try to shock me," Greg told her.
"I'm shock-proof," Lucy assured him. "If you tell me that you want to suck or fuck or sodomize me, I'll understand. But you also have to understand we have only about an hour together. So if you want to spend your hour discussing your problems-that's fine with me. But if you want to fuck your hour away, or suck your hour away, that's also fine. I'm here to accommodate your every wish and I'm prepared to do that right now."
Lucy got to her feet and poured herself another drink. She threw her head back and laughed.
"I guess I looked innocent to you," she said softly. "But I'm really not. I've been here nearly four years now. I know the ropes real well."
"You're just a kid," he told her.
"I'm twenty-three," Lucy told him. "And I've learned a lot since I've come here."
"Do you like it?" he asked her.
"Do any of us like what we're doing?" Lucy asked, a frown creasing her forehead.
"Well, maybe we don't like it all the time," he told her, "but it does have its moments."
Getting to his feet, Greg walked over to where she was seated. He looked at her beautiful body. Standing above her, he could see her cleavage. He was tempted to touch her.
"Go ahead," Lucy told him. "You're free to do anything you want to."
He reached down, letting his hands slip underneath her blouse. He felt of her fresh, ripe bosoms. Her taut nipple tips pressed against his hands in a tingly, warm invitation to sexual arousal.
"They're the real thing," Lucy smiled at him, a tone of pride accenting her remark. "I do have very beautiful breasts. I've been told that by so many men."
Even though he felt an insistent throbbing in his cock, Greg Morrison didn't want to do anything to her. He wanted to understand her.
"Tell me something about yourself," he insisted with soft urging.
"Sure," Lucy told him. "Spoiled ... headstrong ... and disgusting. I could have gone to the best school, if I'd wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted to do as I damned well pleased. And I had a very bad habit."
"Drugs?" he asked with obvious concern.
"How did you guess?" Lucy smirked.
"It wasn't difficult," he said, observing the tattoos on her arms.
"I shouldn't have worn this dress today. I guess it shows. My habit, that is."
After Lucy had explained how she got hooked on drugs, Greg told her, "Let's just talk. I like you, Lucy. We can get to know each other better."
"You're not gonna like me if I use up your time and you don't get your screw," she told him with the bluntness that bespoke her profession.
"Maybe I'll just listen to you," he smiled, "but it might be more fun if you'd take all your clothes off."
"Just what I figured," she laughed as she got to her feet and did a slow strip.
