As Norma Kenyon drove her green Plymouth Volare down Chicago's prestigious Lake Shore Drive, she felt a waft of late afternoon breeze sweep in from nearby Lake Michigan.
On many occasions the ravishing young blonde had driven along this same scenic boulevard, which was considered one of the most beautiful of its kind in the entire world. On one side there were the majestic blue waters of Lake Michigan, while, on the other, she could observe some of the most exquisitely structured apartment houses and condominiums.
But this was not one of those occasions wherein she was driving for the sheer enjoyment involved. She had business to transact, and it was not the easiest assignment of her young but already highly productive and involved career.
The words kept flitting through her mind, those that she heard from the lips of her tough but fair-minded boss, Guy Harmon, for whom she worked at Harmon Collection Agency. The stocky, broad-shouldered, bull-necked Harmon had formerly worked as a police detective. He resigned to go out on his own, and after a brief experience in running his own detective agency failed, he decided to go into the collection agency. Norma had been working for Guy for a period of a little better than three years, during the course of which she had impressed him through her abilities as a persuasive collector. Time and again she had tackled the difficult assignment of seeking to obtain funds from delinquent parties. Whereas Guy employed a number of men who used a stronger approach, he regarded the lovely Norma as the perfect antidote. He told her often that, whereas the men in his operation were geared to at least shaking people up enough to remind them of their responsibilities, in Norma's case she was their soft-sell employee. It wasn't so much that she could not take a hard line when she had to.
Darrell Dobson, however, afforded her a significant new challenge. Her mind kept ruminating over the details as she recalled sitting in Guy's nondescript, small, paper-cluttered office only a few minutes earlier. While Guy sipped coffee and puffed on one of his ever-present cigars, she had listened to him describe Darrell Dobson.
"This is a son-of-a-bitch that could charm the hide off a rattlesnake," she recalled him saying.
"A lot of these guys pride themselves on being that way. What makes HIM different?"
"What makes him different is that D.D. Enterprises was one of the most productive corporations in all of Illinois. He got started in insurance, and then he expanded from there. He went into real estate, and then, finally, he moved into construction in a big way. Started a big condominium project out in Arlington Heights."
"Oh, yes. Out near the race track."
"That's right. Arlington Park. Know it well. I've blown quite a few bucks out there, I'm very sorry to say. But that's water over the dam."
"Yes, let's not talk about that," she smiled, observing the frustrated shaking of her boss's head.
"But at any rate, we're representing a small plumbing outfit. Father and son operation. They deal in plumbing fixtures."
"I get the point. They haven't been paid for the fixtures and the condominium project was a COMPLETE bust."
"You got the point. You see, Dobson was a brilliant guy. Some people I've talked to even say they think he's a business genius. But like so many geniuses, he got to feeling that he could do anything. That there wasn't anything he couldn't conquer."
"So he apparently spread himself too thin."
"Absolutely right," Guy Harmon nodded, taking another long, reflective puff on his cigar. "So we've got to see if we can retrieve twelve thousand, five hundred dollars from Dobson for Delaney Company. They're such nice guys. Father and son. Just reaching the point where they're starting to get on their feet. They were so damned happy to have an opportunity to get into this operation. To work on this condominium project. It was their biggest contract so far. So Dobson ran up a twelve-thousand, five-hundred-dollar bill and he won't pay. Naturally there have been many demands made."
"Of course. If things weren't pretty bad, we wouldn't be involved, would we?" Norma grinned.
"No, I suppose not. At any rate, I want to give you a shot at this. I'm hoping that maybe we can get something accomplished."
"I'll certainly give it a try."
"I'm sure you will. You've always done a good job, honey. So good luck."
"Thank you."
Guy Harsmon then proceeded to furnish Norma with the address of Darrell Dobson. She could tell from examination that it was one of the more prestigious apartment buildings on Lake Shore Drive.
She eventually pulled her Volare into the subterranean garage beneath the huge white complex where Darrell Dobson lived. She felt funny as she pulled her small green compact into a parking space, observing Rolls Royces, Bentleys, Mercedeses, and Cadillacs on all sides.
Norma took the elevator up to the fortieth floor, after which she rang the doorbell.
Several moments passed, in the course of which she wondered if perhaps Darrell Dobson was out. But finally she heard the sound of approaching footsteps and the door opened, at which point she found herself staring into the eyes of a youthful-appearing, tall, slender man who was wearing a burgundy robe. He peered at her curiously. His eyes looked just a little on the red side as well as being slightly vacuous, which told her that he had probably been drinking. After standing just a few feet away from him for several moments, she caught a whiff of Scotch on his breath, which confirmed her earlier suspicion.
"Yes," his eyes appraised her carefully. The longer that he stared, the less vacous his appearance became. Norma, a very good observer of human nature, couldn't help but notice how quickly he snapped from an expression of vacuousness to one of alertness.
"Good afternoon. I'm looking for Darrell Dobson."
"And what might you want with him?" the man continued to leer at her, smiling sarcastically.
"It's a private matter."
"Which means, I guess, that you can only talk to Darrell Dobson personally. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
"I'm sorry. I'm not trying to insult you in any way, sir, whoever you might be, but that's right. I must talk with Mr. Dobson personally."
"Well, you know, the old son-of-a-bitch isn't used to talking to just anybody," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, he can be so downright nasty and unpredictable that he might even decline an invitation to talk to a beautiful blonde like you. That's how bad he is."
Now the youthful-appearing dark-haired man was grinning broadly. Norma decided to ignore his colloquy, determined to stick to the matter at hand.
"Is Mr. Dobson in, sir?"
"I'm not quite sure."
"If he is, I'd really like to see him," Norma said, maintaining the dogged persistence which had made her a top money collector.
"Well, if you'd care to step in for a moment, just maybe I can find him."
The man ..eld the door open, watching closely the seductive figure of the lovely blonde as she entered the room. He noticed how snugly her petite yet firmly erotic figure fitted into the powder blue dress that she wore. He liked in particular the way in which her flowing hips moved as she walked into the living room.
Immediately the lovely blonde observed the spacious picture window, out of which she observed the bright blue waters of Lake Michigan. She stared at several sailboats in the distance, wishing that she was in one of them at that moment. How nice it would be just floating out in Lake Michigan, staring at Chicago in the distance, without a care in the world.
"Have a seat, please," the dark-haired man beckoned, gesturing toward the sprawling red sofa in the middle of the room.
She sat down on the sofa, watching with great curiosity the strange dark-haired man with the even stranger sense of humor.
Norma watched as he moved quickly toward the bar, which was situated adjacent to the sprawling picture window. He poured two Scotches on the rocks, taking a glass over to Norma, who shook her head.
"No thank you," she said. "I never drink when I'm on the job."
"Come on now, I think you should take it," he said with soft insistence.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't drink on the job."
"Don't be such a snob," the man laughed. "You see, I'll tell you something about Darrell Dobson. There's one thing about him that, more than anything else, turns him off. I mean, he's down-right superstitious about this. I'm telling you this to help you. To give you a good personality sketch about him so that you can deal with him more effectively."
"What's that?"
"Oh, he's very funny if somebody won't drink with him. He absolutely becomes impossible."
"It means that much?"
"Definitely. At least play along. You don't have to even take anything more than a sip. Just wet the Scotch against your lips a few times. It's the THOUGHT that counts. The process of socialization, which is so important to Darrell Dobson."
"You seem to know him quite well. Are you a business associate?"
"Since I let you in and I don't even know your name, I've got to at least find out who you are."
"Very well. My name is Norma Kenyon."
"And your business. Miss Kenyon? I assume it is Miss."
"That's right. I'll answer to that, but I'll tell you no more. If you'll recall, we've been over that ground before. I insist on talking to Mr. Dobson personally. By the way, to whom am I speaking?"
"Seeing as how you won't discuss business matters with me after I've let you in, I don't know that I'll tell you," the tall, slender man said adamantly, pressing his glass to his lips and taking a long gulp of Scotch.
Norma Kenyon was becoming angrier by the moment. She sensed that she was being teased and ridiculed by this tall, handsome man in the burgundy robe. He kept on staring at her, grinning broadly, and the longer that the grin remained on his supercilious lips, the more angry that Norma became. She was there on a business matter and did not want to be thwarted by someone who appeared for all intent and purpose to be nothing more than an all-purpose wise guy and playboy.
"Listen, Mr. Whatever-Your-Name Is," she said, slamming the glass of Scotch down on the table in front of her. "I'm here to talk to Darrell Dobson. I'm not here to engage in mental gymnastics with you. I'm not here to play games with you. Now are you going to get Darrell Dobson for me or am I gonna have to search this place myself to find him?"
"You don't have to get nasty about it," the dark-haired man shook his head. "You know, for such a beautiful girl, you don't have very good manners."
"It's just that I don't like to be pushed. From the time that I've entered this apartment, I've gotten nothing but silly grins from you and a glass of Scotch that I didn't even want. That to me is about as non-productive as you can get. I have an important business matter that I have to discuss with Darrell Dobson and if you won't help me, then I'll have to come back again. I'll have to come back when he's here. That is, if he isn't here. If he is, I'd like to see him now."
"You really do need a lesson in manners," he shook his head, grinning once more, this time chuckling. "You know, you come barging in here, and here I'm nice enough to let you in, and you start issuing ultimatums. Telling me just what you're gonna do and how you're gonna do it. You're being nasty, young lady. Very nasty. And it's such a shame because you're so good looking and you have such a fantastic figure. What a terrible way to act. It Is absolutely awful."
".'There you go again," her voice rose angrily. "I'm not here to engage in childish little quarrels with you, Mr. Whatever-Your-Name-Happens To-Be. I must see Darrell Dobson. Now who are you anyway?"
Once more the dark-haired man burst into laughter. He observed the quivering manner of the beautiful blonde, whose hands were trembling. Norma Kenyon kept telling herself to keep her cool. This wasn't like her at all, to lose her composure in a business setting. As a matter-of-fact, that was one of the big reasons why she had become such a valuable asset to Guy Harmon and his company. Guy used to brag to customers as well as some of his male collectors, telling them how cool and collected young Norma Kenyon was, and that in so being she had proven to be such a valuable commodity to the whole organization. So now here she was, blowing up, her cheeks reddening with ever-increasing anger.
"The name's Dobson, DARRELL DOBSON," the dark-haired man finally said, emphasizing the name with slow, purposeful deliberateness.
The beautiful blonde's chin dropped and her mouth quivered. She stared at Dobson for several long moments as he stood there coolly with his glass in hand, taking another sip from his Scotch.
"Maybe yuu'd like to take a drink from that Scotch glass now," he quipped.
The blonde nodded, taking a long sip, which she promptly gulped down.
"You look like you're staring at a ghost," Darrell Dobson laughed. "I don't look THAT bad, do I?"
"It's just that. Well ... I ... I didn't know it was you."
"I guess not," Dobson said calmly. "I guess that's what made this whole thing so much fun."
"What a sarcastic bastard you are," she snarled.
"Why didn't you say you were Dobson in the first place?"
"Because I wanted to find out a little bit about you first," he said. "All I discovered is that I can't get your goat. But beyond that I must say that you stone-walled it pretty good. I don't know a damned thing about you, the company you represent, or why you're here to see me. I can make one pretty good guess, though."
"Which is?"
"It INVOLVES money. That wonderful five-letter word. M-O-N-E-Y. Money. Yes, you're here to get some money. You're representing a creditor of mine, correct?"
"For your information, Mr. Dobson, my name is Norma Kenyon and I'm with the Harmon Collection Agency."
"Oh, yes. I've gotten some letters from your boss," he nodded.
"None of which you answered."
"That's very true. If I had, at least satisfactorily, you wouldn't be here, would you?"
Brilliant deduction, Mr. Dobson."
"Oh, please, call me Darrell. If you keep calling me Mr. Dobson you'll convince me that I'm really as old as I feel right now."
"You don't look old. As a matter-of-fact, that's what fooled me. I was expecting an august, white-haired man old enough to be your father."
"As a matter-of-fact, I just turned forty, but I know I look younger. I guess all that handball, tennis, swimming. Racketball. All these things help."
"I suppose so."
"But I feel pretty rotten now all the same. My whole world's closing in on me."
Norma immediately noticed the transition in Darrell Dobson. His hand trembled slightly as he held his glass. A troubled expression surfaced in his suddenly tired eyes.
"You know, it's a pretty tragic thing with this Delaney Company," Norma said. "A very nice man and his son. They've been working for several years now, trying to get ahead. When they got the contract to put in some fixtures at your Arlington Heights condominium project they were so happy. They thought that they really had it made. So now here you are, owing them twelve thousand five hundred dollars. Considering the fact that D.D. Enterprises is. a huge conglomerate, can't you afford twelve thousand five hundred dollars?"
"To tell you the truth, I couldn't even afford the damned bottle of Scotch that I'm drinking right now," Darrell Dobson shook his head and laughed without humor. Norma observed the sudden appearance of tears, which misted his eyes. She could see that his initial act of bravado was nothing more than an act, and down deep Darrell Dobson was a terribly frustrated and frightened man.
Dobson took another long sip from his glass, then jumped to his feet.
"I need a refill, how about you?" he looked at Norma.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you."
"Hope you don't mind if I have another."
"Oh, no. Please go ahead."
She watched as Dobson poured himself a fresh glass of Scotch. Once more his hands trembled. He sat back down in the chair, heaving a deep sigh.
"At any rate, the whole world's closing in on me," he said. "You're just one of many creditors. As a matter-of-fact, here's what I'm just about to do. I'm about to declare bankruptcy. That's about the only avenue in sight."
"But how about these poor guys? How about the Delaneys? You know them. They're nice, decent men. Certainly twelve thousand five hundred dollars wouldn't be too much for you to scrape up. Maybe with some of your bigger debts that's another story. But you can get that. It would mean everything to them and certainly it wouldn't break you."
"Like I said, just about anything would break me right now," Dobson began to sob. "You know, I thought my wife really loved me. It's terrible, damned awful. One of the best-looking models in town. Modelled for Marshal! Field's all the time. You must have seen her pictures in the paper. She was splashed out in The Tribune, The Sun-Times. Matter of fact, she looks quite a bit like you. Beautiful blonde gal. She meant everything to me. I kept her in the finest clothes, took her all over the world. Really lived it up.
Got her a brand-new Rolls. So after my empire starts to crumble, what happens?"
"She leaves."
"Yeah, she leaves, damn it. Oh, hell, I'm just not the same without her. Like I said, my whole world's closing in on me."
Norma Kenyon said nothing for the next few minutes. She watched as Darrell Dobson crumbled once again, this time more comprehensively than ever. He buried his head in his hands and sobbed unrestrainedly for several moments. He finally removed his hands from his face and took a long sip from his glass. After that he took a deep breath, then resumed conversation.
"I don't know, I just wonder if it's worth even continuing," Darrell Dobson said. "I mean, this whole phony, lousy rat race called life. I had all these friends. The uppercrust of Chicago society. So what happens to me? Once that I get a little down on my luck, are these people willing to help? Are they willing to loan me any money? Hell, no. They treat me like I'm a leper or something. Same thing with my dear, wonderful wife. Spent a fortune on that woman in less than two years of marriage and now she's gone, too. So here I am all alone. Yeah, I try and cover it up, I try just like I did with you earlier. I played a coy little game with you. Figured I'd drag some information out of you, then get rid of you. But you know, I couldn't do that. You're too FASCINATING! What a fascinating woman you are. I love that shade of blue. The shade of blue in your eyes. Oh, damned, you're a fantastic-looking woman. If anything, you mught even be a little better looking than my wife, and that's saying a WHOLE LOT!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Dobson. I sympathize with your plight. Believe me I do. But this is a job for me. I am representing the Delaneys, fattier and son. I do know that it would do them a world of good if you could pay them. Right now they're very much behind the eight ball."
"Yeah, I guess they are. I can sympathize with them. I'm there myself. You know, you're so beautiful. Those eyes. I can't take MY eyes off of tliem. That's why I've been doing so much staring."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Dobson."
"Please, Darrell."
"Whatever. I'm sorry, but this is not a social call. I'm here to discuss the twelve thousand five hundred dollars that you owe the Delaneys."
Darrell Dobson eased slowly to his feet. He set his now empty Scotch glass aside, then walked slowly toward the sofa, where a confused Norma Kenyon was sitting. She looked at him in a totally perplexed manner. He did appear to be completely transfixed by her presence.
The more Norma thought about it, the easier it was for her to conclude that this man definitely was infatuated with her. The only question was just how she should react. So far she had attempted to throw him off, to intercept his passes before they could even be fully thrown, but now Norma was wondering if that might not be the incorrect approach. Just what would happen if she did play along with this man? Could she possibly get the money out of him? It would be worth the effort to at least try. For one thing, she did not find Darrell Dobson repulsive at all. There was something about his dark, almost mysterious manner that she found appealing in a strange, off-beat way, so much so that she was beginning to feel waves of titillation in her crotch. She HATED to admit it, but yes, she WAS ATTRACTED to this man. She also realized that she was there on business and could not let anything stand in her way of making the best possible presentation, of endeavoring to the utmost to obtain the money from Darrell Dobson. But what if she did play along? If she played hard to get, yet, in the final analysis succumbed to his charms, could this possibly help her case? She knew that Guy Harmon would be extremely impressed if she succeeded where all others at Harmon Collection Agency had failed, namely in bringing Darrell Dobson to task, in getting him to meet his responsibilities. How that would help her career. She knew that she would no doubt receive an immediate bonus and probably a boost in salary.
Slowly the beautiful blonde extended her legs, giving the handsome, dark-haired executive a good look at the sleekness of her snowy white legs. He examined the sensuous lines of her firm thighs and exquisitely tapered ankles, then stared once again into her eyes.
"Oh, damned, you're beautiful, you're absolutely beautiful," he sighed.
"Thank you, honey."
Darrell Dobson reached out with his slightly quivering right hand, taking her by the wrist. As he held onto her wrist tenderly, he leaned forward.
"Honey, it would mean so much to me if we could make it," he said. "Damned, I'm on fire. I've got to have you. Just got to."
"But this is a business call, Darrell. I'm sorry, but that's what it is. I'm here to represent the Delaneys."
"Okay, okay, I don't want to hear anything more about it," he said in a nervous, rattled tone. "I mean, how can I talk about business when I'm so turned on with you? I mean, beyond you there's nothing right now. Absolutely nothing. You're all that exists at this moment."
"Thank you, but I've got to keep things in perspective."
"Screw perspective. Screw everything. Screw my debts. Right now I'm just concerned about YOU, that's all. Honey, I'll pay for you. How does a thousand dollars sound? I know it's tough in the collection agency. That money doesn't come too easy. For just jumping in the sack with me I'll pay you a thousand bucks. Come on. Let's do it. Honey, come on, don't string me along. I need it, I need YOU, I need YOU BAD!"
CHAPTER TWO
The beautiful Norma Kenyon observed Darrell Dobson almost literally falling apart.
She observed tie tense beads of sweat that surfaced on his furrowed brow as he stood there with widened eyes, staring at her, looking as if, just as he had said, the only thing in the world that really mattered was obtaining tier body.
"Okay, okay, maybe a grand isn't enough," he exclaimed loudly. "I'll pay you two thousand. Two thousand. How's that, honey? Come on, you can't tell me that's not a good day's work in the collection agency or any other field. Two grand. Hardly anybody ever makes that. I mean, especially for going to bed. I'm not that bad, am I? I've got to have you, GOT TO, GOT TO."
Norma carefully evaluated the entire situation that was confronting tier. Even though she knew that she was exceedingly attractive and was the kind of woman who caused heads to turn wherever she went, she was also shrewd enough to analyze the unique circumstances surrounding her meeting with Darrell Dobson. Here was a truly rattled man. Beyond that there was another matter to consider. He had been summarily left by his beautiful model wife and was feeling extremely agitated sexually. His sexual anxieties were merging with the pressures of seeing his entire business empire collapse in one fell swoop.
So now there he was, his hands trembling, beads of sweat rolling down both sides of his face, a tense expression dominating his eyes as he wondered just what was going to happen next.
"Come on, let's go in the bedroom, oh, please, let's do it, let's do it," he exclaimed tensely. "Don't do this to me. I've got to have you. Please, Norma. I've got to have you, got to have you NOW."
Norma could see that there was indeed a good deal to be gained by having sex with Darrell Dobson. First of all, she would make two thousand dollars. As for her responsibility to the collection agency, she had a strong feeling that, if she could just please this highly emotional man at a time in which sexual gratification apparently meant everything to him, then maybe that hurdle could be cleared as well.
Slowly the beautiful blonde eased her petitely seductive body upward from the sofa. Her blue eyes widened into a saucer-like state of eroticism as she sought to play out her hand as best she could. She exchanged a long stare with Darrell Dobson, who gulped hard, then quickly narrowed the distance between them.
Darrell speedily threw his strong arms around Norma's body. She almost instantly melted in his overpowering grasp as he held on tightly, and as he did so, he pushed his lips forward and let them grind pulsatingly against Norma's.
She quickly discovered that making love to Darrell Dobson would not be that bad at all.
There seemed to be little in the way of compunction or restraint that was preventing her from going all the way. After all, she was not dealing with some kind of crude roustabout, but a highly sophisticated, intelligent man who had, up until just a few months earlier, been a corporate giant in the city of Chicago.
"Come on, let's go into the bedroom," he said softly.
Darrell Dobson reached out wit!', his right hand, taking her by the ..and and leading her into-the bedroom, where he immediately drew the thick purple drapes shut and locked out any contact from the outside world.
She watched as he immediately undid the sash of his robe, pulling it off. He wore only a white T-shirt and matching white boxer shorts underneath his robe, and in just a few probing moments, he had released his T-shirt and was tugging downward insistently at his shorts.
Eventually he stepped out of his shorts, observing the huge, blue-veined length of his firm, steely cock. Up and down his fingers restlessly pumped against the warmth of his surging cock, which his beautiful lover was staring at.
"This is a good cock, a hot cock," he winked. "I want you, honey. Oh, damned, ohhh, I REALLY DO WANT YOU!"
The beautiful Norma soon became hypnotized by the flowing turgidity of his steaming penis, which he continued to glide his fingers up and down the firm, resolute base of until he finally removed tern altogether.
Her eyes widened as she turned and observed the size of his gigantic bed, realizing just how much room they would have to circulate their bodies in.
The two of them were caught up in a mutual vortex of pent-up passion. She could feel the flowing sensations appreciably rising between her legs. Yes, she recognized, her cunt was tingling with wild anxiety while her heart simultaneously danced with naked uncertainty and fear. This was something strange, turning on this FAST with a customer. Never in her entire life had she even considered making such a move as a means of collecting a debt. But yet, the more that she thought of it, and the more pronounced the quivering sensations became in her crotch, the greater the realization also became that there was something more to all of this than just the mere desire to collect a bill. She decided that she might just as well admit it to herself. Yes, she was enjoying this, every bit of it, and the only question was whether she would continue to feel the same way.
Within seconds the still-quivering arms of Darrell Dobson had ensnared her, clamping down just hard enough to prevent her from wiggling out of his grasp if, indeed, she had ever wanted to. At first her body tightened as he clamped hold of her with his encircling arms, realizing just how quickly the circumstances were developing that were propelling her into sex with this man.
But soon she was wildly kissing back, her lips propelling themselves forward with steely authority.
Darrell was determined to make a quick move on his own to even more rapturous activity, and now his stirring tongue was sliding against the scrarlet softness of hers, working its way into her panting, open mouth. Her heart sank and her head swam. Events were happening all too fast for the ravishing Norma Kenyon, but yet, as Darrell's pistoning tongue dramatically sank against hers, driving back and fort', now in a whirlpool of searing lust and compelling desire, her ass cheeks began to resoundingly twist back and forth under the developing carnal onslaught that was taking place just a scant few inches away from the huge bed.
While Darrell's searingly determined tongue kept snaking back and forth as it spiritedly made its impact felt inside the wetly cavernous reaches of her panting mouth., he used his strength once more, tins time to ease her seductive body steadily backwards until she landed with a loud, lurid plop on the crisp white sheets of his huge bed.
Once that her firm body made its crash; landing, the beautiful Norma's hips and buttocks started to rotate with increased zeal, and all the while the scorching activity was reaching an ever-rising crescendo as the handsome and once again dominant Darrell swished his tongue around inside the inviting wetness of the blonde beauty's mouth. She could see that his confidence was returning. No longer did he have that look of fear in his eyes that had been there earlier, after she had asked him a few embarrassing questions about his financial predicament. Their saliva intermeshed for several long, tense seconds until, finally, Darrell removed his tongue from her mouth, leaving her in a panting, thoroughly devastated state.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Darrell Dobson asked grinningly.
"I don't know," she shook her head slowly. "I don't know about anything for sure right now."
"Just relax, baby," he winked. "Everything's gonna be fine. Oh, damned, I can't tell you how much BETTER I feel already."
The flood tide of gushing ecstasy continued to mount within Darrell Dobson as his strong, assertive fingers reached out and began to quickly undo Norma's dress. Her hips and ass cheeks wiggled seductively as he finished removing it, after which tie was able to stare at her in the scintillating whiteness of her crisp, sheer panties and matching brassiere. He watched as the beautiful blonde's hips contracted and her legs kicked outwardly. He could see that her turbulent body was reacting in a tempestuous way. Yes, he concluded, this beautiful blonde bill-collector needed the release every bit as much as he did, and he was determined to provide her with the ultimate in sensation and satisfaction.
His fingers kept resolutely jerking as he pulled and tugged at her brassiere. He examined every silky crevice of her smooth alabaster skin as he contemplated finishing the act of undressing her. He stared at her with rising lust, feeling a surging volcano of passion rising between his hairy, tree-trunk legs as his meaty erection stood proud and tall.
Her eyes widened once more as she lay there, legs extended, staring into the eyes of the handsome and dominant Darrell, who was eager to provide her with so much in the way of intimate excitement.
In a flash he determinedly put his sturdy, steady fingers to work anew as he reached out and let them slide against the blonde beauty's brassiere straps. Under his astute attention, the straps snapped commandingly as he allowed them to pop free while he assertively took charge by grabbing at the white material and jerking her searing white breasts free of the material. He stared at her silky ivory globes, his tongue sliding in his mouth as he kept on fastening his eyes in her direction.
Mounting waves of overpowering titillation coursed through his pulsing veins as his now quivering fingers reached down and pushed solidly against the ripe firmness of her warm globes of breast flesh. Resolutely his piercing fingers kept pushing and sliding as they sank against her silky tremulous smoothness. Her breath started coming in a series of short, puffy gasps as his fingers twisted against her steadily cascading mounds of sensuous white breast flesh.
Darrell's commanding fingers steadily clung to Norma's twisting alabaster boobs until he began grasping and jiggling against the gigantic smooth cones in both hands, pinching assertively as she felt the stining pin pricks of sensation that accompanied his driving movements.
He then let his curious fingers find the pebble-hard tips of her firm, ripe cones. The faster that they twisted against the ripe, pink surface of her taut, agitated nipples, the faster that the blonde beauty's ass cheeks responsively jerked in accompaniment to his driving finger strokes.
Enmeshed in a swirling sea of boiling ecstasy, he became immersed in a well of overwhelming desire to finish what he had started by determinedly completing the ' act of undressing the wriggling, thoroughly overwhelmed Norma, who recognized just how correct Darrell had been when he had moments earlier told her that she wanted and needed the sexual release every bit as much as himself.
Darrell's fingers spiritedly found their way to her narrow wisp of lacy white panties. He solidly grabbed hold of the elastic waistband, then began to dramatically lower her panties scintillatingly as he listened to the scraping sounds of the filmy material coming into contact with the firmness of her supple, shapely thighs.
"OH, DAMNED, WHAT A BODY, WHAT A BODY," Darrell loudly announced. "OH.
HONEY, I'M GONNA GIVE YOU THE BEST FUCK OF YOUR LIFE. YOU'RE GONNA GET FUCKED, BABY' GET FUCKED GOOD, AND YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT. OHH, HOW YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT."
His confidence continued to abound as his eyes widened and he stared at the supple whiteness of her beautiful, slightly trembling body. All the while he kept on lowering her panties, driving them quickly from her nervously undulating hips and thighs and down to her superbly tapered ankles.
Darrell flicked his wrists and removed her silky white panties from her, tossing them casually to the floor as he focused his eyes for the first time on her silky white pubic triangle. He licked his lips with delicious anticipation as he stared at the curly vanilla-colored fleecy tendrils that surrounded the shapely blonde's velvety pink slit.
Darrell reached down and let his dominating fingers clamp hold of the blonde's warm, fleshy white thighs. Her body spasmed back and forth as her busy hips twistingly rotated, but all the while he continued taking charge, parting her legs slowly but surely.
"OOOHHH, DAMNED, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL CUNT!" he passionately exclaimed. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, DAMNED, WHAT A PUSSY. OOOHHH, I'LL BET THAT LOTS OF GUYS HAVE WANTED TO GET DOWN BETWEEN THOSE LUSCIOUS LEGS AND EAT YOU RIGHT UP TO YOUR NAVEL. OH, DAMNED, HONEY, WHAT A BODY."
She recognized that, the moment that Darrell mentioned cunnilingus, her throbbing pussy began to quiver and burn as she anticipated what it would be like to have Darrell sink his probing red tongue into the passionate inner folds of her moist, already seething vagina. She could see that he absolutely adored the moist pink jewel which adorned her between her firm, magnificently tapered legs, and she could see from the way that he was lustfully staring at her searing channel that it would only be a matter of moments before he went to work.
After finishing parting her exquisitely tapered thighs, Darrell reached down aggressively with his right hand and let his fingers circulate against the sensitive inner folds of her rapidly moistening cuntal petals. Her pouting pussy lips responded with scorching need to each careful finger ministration that he sent forth, and while he continued his efforts he listened to Norma's low, sensual moans and the grinding sounds of her flowing white ass cheeks as they brushed against the bed sheets beneath them.
His crisply assertive fingers reached down and found the sensitive bud of the beautiful blonde's quiveringly moist clitoris, and as the friction increased in the form of his vigorous finger scraping, her upriased buttocks and undulating hips began moving at an ever-increasing pace as he realized how vulnerable his lover was becoming as he primed her for a wild tongue assault.
When he finally withdrew his fingers, he reached out for one last series of erotic finger sensations directed at her warmly pulsating breasts, which were riddled with sensation from the dazzling potpourri of earlier activity that he had blazingly sent forth.
Following several, more moments of astute finger activity, Darrell Dobson released them from her firm, ripe melons and let his head swoop forward between her trembling white thighs. He picked up the scintillating aroma of her beautiful bouquet of femininity, which filled his nostrils with great joy and his loins with wanton desire.
His piercing red tongue immediately found the tiny bud of her clitoris. He skillfully teased her aroused flesh, wiggling his tongue back and forth with torrid desire for several minutes, then utilizing his teeth as he allowed them to softly nibble against the responsive, sensitive flesh. As his pace began to increase, Darrell flung his twisting, red tongue into the fiery inner depths of his lover's moist, puffy cuntal lips.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, THE SENSATION, OHHHHHH, THEY'RE TOO MUCH. TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH," she loudly gasped. "OOOHHH, DARRELL, DARRELL, OHHHHHH, I CAN SEE HOW MUCH YOU WANT ME. OHHHHH, HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO YOU. OOOOHH, IT FEELS GOOD. OHHHHH, IT FEELS WONDERFUL. OOOHHH. OHHHHHH, THE WAY YOUR TONGUE'S MOVING, OHHHH, THE WAY IT'S SQUIRMING, THE WAY IT'S TWISTING."
He loved listening to her loud, insistent panting sounds, which only served to spur him on that much faster as his quick, steadily probing tongue continued its wild assault inside the wetness of her tingly orifice.
While Darrell's throbbing tongue continued to squirm its way inside the slick moistness of her blazing cuntal inferno. Norma Kenyon listened to the wild slurping sounds that he constantly made, remaining ever mindful of just how closely he was drawing her to the inevitable moment when the stirring juices that were building to a fever pitch within her would be released.
Her scalding vagina burned with accelerating genital heat as his attentive tongue kept laving against her twisting, quivering cunt, the juices from which would soon splash from her torrid vagina and into his mouth.
Once more the wild-eyed executive inhaled the pungent scent of her boiling pussy hole as his tongue drove and slashed, pushing her ever nearer to the inevitable pinnacle of ecstasy when the fiery juices would spurt from her pink, devastated mound.
He reached down and seized possession of her tremulous white ass cheeks, taking firm command of the warm, silky half-moons, stilling her movements slightly as he resolutely pushed onward. Beads of sweat dripped down both sides of Dan-ell's face as his commanding tongue kept driving, pushing feverishly onward in a whirlpool of desire and frantic lust.
The beautiful blonde mewled animalishly, her hips wiggling as she recognized how helpless she was in the midst of the blazing tongue machine who was pushing her to forbidden heights of passion that she never believed she could reach with anyone.
Norma's hips spasmed a few more times as she let out one loud final gasp, Darrell braced himself, preparing for the wild on-slaught of cunt liquid, tie sweet nectars of passion that would spill from the bewitched blonde's tantalized twat.
He gripped her fleshy ass cheeks more tightly than ever as the cascading droplets of splashing pussy fluid began to spurt from Norma's tingling channel and into his palpitating, ready mouth.
The beautiful blonde alertly watched as her lover kept whipping his tongue in a frantic circular flow as he eagerly sought to devour each and every precious droplet of steaming vaginal fluid that spurted blazingly into the inviting confines of his hungry mouth.
He diligently stayed wit!; the load, going after every precious drop, until, finally, he released his tongue from her still-quivering organ, which he had extended to such feverish .eights.
No sooner had the frantic pussy sucking come to a close than Darrell had another surprise ready for Norma. As she lay there on her back, her still slightly quivering legs extended, he reached down and once again let his fingers pump resolutely along the firm base of his steely, erect cock. She watched as his eyes widened with mounting desire and his breath grew increasingly heavier as both hands grabbed hold of the smooth, rubbery base of his rangy spear. For a few moments she just stared at him in a state of semi-hypnotic silence, after which it suddenly dawned on her what she would have to do if she wanted to prevent an intimate invasion of her body. So far she had let him suck out her pussy, but now he would be wanting to exercise his hard, steely cock. But could she expect anything other than that? Surely not. After all, here was a man who was willing to pay two thousand dollars for her body, and she was downright crazy if sEie expected him to stop now. But did she want him to? At one point she was trying to tell herself that she did, that she did not know this man well enough, and that she would have at least preferred to defer on any sexual action beyond having her pussy reamed out by his blazing tongue. But no, no, a thousand times now. She knew better. All she had to do was stare at the huge, bloated, blue-veined thickness of his skewering cock as he moved his fingers up and down it to know that she was indeed thoroughly entranced by Darrell Dobson.
His fingers soared with resilient grace as they assiduously pumped up and down the long, flaming hunk of meat that rested between his quivering legs. The sparkle in his eyes indicated to her just how proud he was of his huge dagger.
Just watching Darrell jerk his fingers up and down the smooth, rubbery base of his stirring shaft caused Norma's creamy satin skin to turn into a pillar of scalding desire. Her body cried out to be dominated by him, even though the other part of her kept trying to convince herself that she was just trying to do a job, to collect money on behalf of her company. But the more she thought about it, the greater the realization became that this was truly an insupportable theory. Maybe it was wicked lust, she thought, and perhaps it wasn't all that wrong in the final analysis. She kept feeling the wild, squirming sensations in her belly as she anticipated a salacious merger with this bestial hunk of man who threw away all compunctions to satisfy the restless flaming urges that welled within him.
He abruptly turned his fingers loose from his raging cock, then reached out and lasciviously ran the tip of his sensitive scarlet tongue around the rim of her ear, causing the blonde beauty's hips to instinctively commence rotating under the passionate pressure that he seethingly demonstrated.
Darrell removed his probing tongue from her left ear, then allowed it to glide with the same degree of controlled authority and fervor as it laved her right ear. When he released his tongue, a compelling obscenity overwhelmed Darrell's entire body as he fixed his sensual targets on one objective, driving his stiff, blood-engorged tool into the fiery, moist depths of his lover's enchanting pink vagina, which he was certain would be as tight as a drum. Everything about this beautiful blonde indicated to him the ultimate in sensuality and so there he was, anticipating contact in the form of a wild, inflamed cuntal assault.
His heart pumped more pulsatingly than ever as he became enveloped by a wild acute need to sink his sturdy organ inside of her until the broiling jissum splashed from the end of his steadily assaulting tool.
He let out a low, sensual moan, then grabbed hold of the beautiful blonde's jutting white breasts as he rolled on top of her, her legs spread wide as they cradled his steadily flailing hips.
The flowering lips of Norma's dilating cunt widened appreciable as her intruding lover stiffly glided his hard, hammering, phallic weapon into the sultry wetness between her nakedly splayed thighs.
"OHHHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A BOX YOU'VE GOT, WHAT A CUNT," he grunted. OHHHH, HOW I WANT TO STICK MY PRICK INSIDE YOU."
She could feel the moist, burning cauldron of passion in her inflamed hole as she recognized just how much she truly wanted to be dominated by this slender, panting executive, who was concerned about one thing and one thing only at that moment, driving himself to the ultimate in sensual enjoyment.
A loud groan escaped his lips as he drove his fiery organ along her inviting pink slit, parting the soft, matted hair until it was nestled teasingly in the entrance of her seething cunt.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK," he grunted. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, JUST KEEP MOVING THAT HOT BODY. OHHH, WHAT FUCKING, WHAT GLORIOUS FUCKING."
He clamped his fingers tightly against her white, smooth alabaster ass globes, letting them press sharply as he rammed his body downward and at the same time supported his weight with his arms to keep from injuring her lower torso as his stinging cudgel disappeared with a loud squishy sound into the burning depths of her gaping cunt.
Norma let out a throaty moan, her body tightening into an arch of hardened passion at the initial entry that split the tight, taut walls of her wet, smoldering slit. She writhed under the delirious sensations of the inescapable heat that was generating in her seething loins. She raised up under the pressure of his sturdy fingers, his glistening penis sliding out until its coronal ridge caught at the straining lips of her quivering cunt, after which it surged into her again under the stampeding sensual flood tide that was swiftly developing. Up and down his resilient rubbery cock kept driving, its hot, skewering meat devastating her and causing her steadily dilating cunt to quake and reek with pain. A few more tears toppled down the sides of her face, but even with all the pain she was receiving the blonde beauty recognized her needs and that Darrell, just as he had told her, was supplying them with the kind of tremulous activity that she needed.
Her face contorted in a dizzying merger between passion and pain as her nostrils flared open while her breath burned in her lungs and she hissed. As he kept on pounding relentlessly with his stirring, torrid shaft, he ground his pelvis time and again against hers in a symphony of wild, unabated lust.
He felt the smooth, raw flesh of his passion-aroused lover's warm pussy lips clasp against his devastating prick while his fingers reached down and squeezed the warm, invigorating nether cheeks of her ripe ass. She wondered just how long it would be before the thundering flood tide of thick, white hot semen that was stored in the confining reaches of his bloated testicles would have to spray.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP YOUR BODY MOVING, OHHH, WHAT A FUCK," he grunted.
Darrell felt the skewering sensations in his leathery, lust-bloated balls as he kept on slashing and driving with his all-conquering shaft, heaving deep sighs with each and every knifing intrusion into the deepest crevices of her moist, twisting vaginal inferno.
"OOOHHH, DARLING, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she called out with loud desperation. "OOOHHH, YOU WERE SO RIGHT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW MUCH I ACTUALLY NEED IT. YES, OHHH, I NEED IT SO MUCH. OOOHHH, SO VERY MUCH. COME ON, OOOHHH, DARLING. OOOHHH, KEEP FUCKING. YES, KEEP PUSHING YOUR HOT POLE INSIDE ME. COME ON, POLE-AXE ME WITH YOUR COCK. OHHH, STUFF IT INSIDE MY CUNT. STUFF ME WITH IT, DARLING, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHHH."
Her loud, impassioned cries were like music to his ears as he enjoyed the flaming intensity of the supercharged moment at hand. As the beautiful blonde's upraised buttocks heaved and slashed, driving forward to meet every stinging meaty onslaught of her dominating lover, she felt the tidal waves of passion in her throbbing cunt, which served as a constant reminder of how badly she needed to explode the seething womanly nectar of her womb.
After a few more rapid-fire, spinning hip gyrations, accompanied by a loud animalish mewl, site twisted her head from side to side as she rode his desire-filled cock like a quivering bitch in heat. The beautiful blonde pumped her hips frantically, moving them ever higher, screwing every inch of his enticing shaft, which kept cutting into her like a well-timed dagger.
Finally the beautiful, thoroughly overwhelmed Norma Kenyon could withstand this wild pace no longer. She let out a few guttural sounds, which escaped from her mouth as the spurting droplets of pussy juice sprayed from her hot and vigorously alive mound, splashing against his sturdily rampaging cock and rolling down her legs.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH," she sensuously gurgled.
Listening to the sloshing sounds of his fiery phallus devouring her wet cunt, out of which a wild explosion had just commenced, inflamed Darrell with an even greater desire to make this the best possible fuck that he absolutedly could.
The determined executive braced himself and plunged ever deeper into Norma's sweltering vagina with each impassioned thrust of his nervous, quivering buttocks. She could sense the impending earthquake that was moving ever closer as she felt his stinging cock swelling and straining against the moist walls of her fleshy vaginal orifice, which was flushed with reckless ecstasy as they awaited the inevitable flooding torrent of thick, devastating sperm explosion.
Her legs parted wider and wider as she bucked and writhed with overwhelming lusty desire.
Darrell Dobson let out a loud, sustained groan that seemed to extend interminably while his thickly skewering cock throbbed to the timely pressure of a wild orgasm as the milky white liquid deluged her cunt, spraying with lascivious delight as he emptied the stirred-up tornado in his bloated, flaming, lust-filled balls.
His flailing hips kept on driving with unrestrained desire until the final few droplets of viscous white liquid had sprayed while he enormously enjoyed the sounds of his sloshing cum splashing against the warm inner crevices of her stirring pink vaginal womb.
When it was all over, following the release of the final few drops of his exhilarating sperm, he rolled off of the blonde beauty and landed with a panting thud a few inches away from her. Several seconds later he caught his breath once more.
"You sure are a wild fuck," he looked at her, smiling broady. "It was worth every penny of it, honey. As a matter-of-fact, tell you what I'm gonna do."
"What's that?"
"I'm gonna give you a bonus. I'm gonna pay you more than two grand. I'm gonna write out a check here for twenty-five-hundred dollars. It's the least I can do after enjoying myself to such an extent. Oh, damned, what a fuck you are. What a wild and wonderful screw."
"Thank you. I hate to say this, but ... "
"You're wondering about my check," Darrell smiled as he reached for his check book and began to write out a check in the amount of twenty-five hundred dollars.
"I'm sorry, but that could easily be a factor."
"A very smart girl," he smiled. "You're abrupt enough to get your point across, too, which is so important in the collection business."
"It could hardly be called a subtle way of making a living."
"No, I understand, I understand completely," lie said. "I've had a lot of people come in a lot blunter ways than you have, and they weren't nearly as pretty. Yes, darling, I understand the point entirely. All right, I can vouch for the fact that I've got enough to cover my check. I still have a residue of cash in the bank. It's just that it's rapidly depeleting."
She waited until he finished signing the check, which he handed to her. The blonde beauty stared at it for several long moments, and, as she continued to hold it in her hand, she pressed on to another serious matter. There was the question to be resolved about the Delaneys and the twelve thousand five-hundred dollar bill for plumbing fixtures.
"I hate to mention this, Darrell, after you've been so kind and all," she began tactuflly, "but there is that bill. The original bill that I came to you about."
"Oh, yeah. The Delaneys. Like you said, they are a couple of nice guys. I hated like hell not to pay them."
"There's no reason why you should have to think about that any longer," she said. "All you've got to do is settle up. You mentioned that you do have a residue of cash. All right, so how about springing for the twelve thousand five hundred as well?"
"You know, honey, I guess if I hadn't already decided to do that, I wouldn't have paid YOU by check," he laughed. "Because now you've found out about one of my bank sources. I've been trying to kind of keep that secret, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, I'm completely familiar with what you mean."
"All right, baby. So this is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna see to it that that nice father-and-son team doesn't have to sweat anymore. Can you go along with that?"
"Oh, yes, I really can," she smiled. "It's for twelve thousand five hundred and you can make it out to the Harmon Collection Agency."
"I'm way ahead of you, dear," he nodded.
Seconds later Norma Kenyon was holding another check, this one in the amount of twelve thousand five hundred dollars made out to the collection agency for which she worked.
"Thank you, Darrell," she smiled, kissing his lips tenderly. "I REALLY do appreciate this."
"I appreciate what you did for me," Darrell said. "As a matter-of-fact, you'd better get out of here fast. If you don't I'll probably wind up kicking myself and screaming for being this generous."
He concluded his remarks, however, with a burst of laughter. All the same. Norma Kenyon dressed quickly, leaving the penthouse apartment of Darrell Dobson.
"Good luck," she said.
"Thank you. I hope I don't drown in a flood tide of creditors," Darrell laughed as he began to pour himself a fresh glass of Scotch.
CHAPTER THREE
Norma Kenyon was provided with a bonus by her boss, a very happy Guy Harmon.
The bonus, coupled with the twenty-five hundred dollars which she had made from Darrell, and concerning which she did not tell Harmon about, left her in a good economic situation. Not only that, but her confidence was bolstered as a result of having been able to deal so successfully with a man who had been thwarting all of his creditors up to that point in time.
One afternoon as she was relaxing in her apartment on the North Side, she got a call from Harmon, who told her that he wanted to see her as quickly as possible in his office.
She got into her trusty Volare and drove to the center of the Loop, where the small but servicable offices of Harmon Collection Agency were located.
Her boss was smoking one of his perpetual cigars as she strolled into the room, immediately taking a seat opposite his desk.
"You look great, honey," Guy Harmon smiled. "You sure as hell must have charmed that Darrell Dobson. To get him to pay so fast like that. That was really something. As a matter-of-fact, none of my other collectors could believe it. They had that guy figured as the world's biggest deadbeat. They didn't think anybody was going to pry a penny out of him."
"Sometimes a little persistence and perseverance can go a long way," she smiled demurely.
"Yeah, and I guess it doesn't hurt to be a beautiful blonde, either," he laughed. "Not that I'm trying to sound like a male chauvinist or anything, but let's be honest. Something like this can be an added edge. As a matter-of-fact, I've been thinking about that."
"About what? I'm not sure I follow?"
"About how much of an edge it can be to be a beautiful blonde. You know, I think that I've been awfully stupid. I don't think I've played my biggest trump card to the fullest extent. Well, now I'm gonna stop being stupid. I'm gonna play it."
"I'm still not sure I follow you, Guy."
"Be patient, be patient, I'm coming to the point," he held up a cautioning hand. "At any rate, honey, here's what I'm saying. I think with some of these hard-nosed bastards, guys like Dobson who have been fighting tooth and nail for years to get ahead, well, I think when we send one of our regular collectos around I don't think it makes all that much of an impact. There's no way you can scare a lot of these guys that are hard-nosed enough. But who was it that brought Samson into tow? It was Delilah. You get my point?
"Gentle persuasion, you're talking about."
"Yeah, the kind of gentle persuasion that you're gonna get from a beautiful woman and nobody else. Don't you think that had a hell of a lot to do with nailing this Dobson?"
"Yes, I imagine that it did."
Imagine nothing," Guy Harmon laughed. "You're damned right it did. At any rate, here's the latest deadbeat we're trying to close in on."
Guy Harmon pushed a sheet of paper across the desk toward Norma Kenyon. She quickly persued the salient facts.
"We've got to nail this character and nail him fast," he said. "I've been hearing that he plans to leave the country-That sounds bad, damned bad."
"His name is Ken Storm?"
"Yeah, and he's been a storm to anybody who's tried to reason with him about paying his debts," he shook his head. "Of course, in this case, I can kind of sympathize with this guy. He's really been through something terrible."
"Like what?"
"You see, he landed a contract from the F.H.A. to construct a low-cost housing project in the South Side. Well, at first things went okay. The government was gonna kick in with some of the money and private bank loans with the rest. So what happened? The poor guy got caught in a cross fire."
"What kind of cross fire are you talking about?" she eyed her boss curiously.
"The kind of cross fire that hits when you get caught between the corruption of some sub-contractors you're dealing with and the corruption of some political figures who are getting kickbacks."
"Oh, I see. Was he involved in the corruption?"
"Far as anybody can figure, no, he wasn't. The U.S. Attorney's Office investigated this matter fully and there were some indictments handed down, but there was apparently no evidence to indict Storm."
"So he oughtta at least feel happy about that."
"Maybe so, but he's not overjoyed about losing his whole company. Losing his grip on things. I mean, he was moving up real fast. Becoming a top independent contractor here in the Chicago area. So it all collapses."
"Where does he live?"
"He lives in Glencoe."
"Pretty nice area. I'd say he was making money."
Before driving to the fashionable suburb of Glencoe, which was situated just a few minutes from the heart of the city, Norma Kenyon decided to stop at a bar just long enough to have a drink. She recalled how Darrell Dobson had offered her some Scotch, and how she had initially refused, saying that she never drank on the job. That was true up to that point, but now she was feeling the same kind of tension that had surfaced in the pit of her stomach when she had called on Dobson. She wondered if this would be the same kind of ominous meeting. Guy Harmon was laying his cards on the table. She was certain that he knew nothing of her bedroom romp with Dobson, but wondered if maybe he suspected as much. If indeed he did suspect it, apparently it was nothing that he was frowning on since he was giving her another major assignment. Of course, this man was married and the father of three children, and so she recognized that she would have to behave in a more subtle manner. Ken Storm would have to respond to her charms and more so than the desire of jumping into bed with her.
She consumed a quick Martini, then climbed into her car and drove out to Glencoe. The street on which Ken Storm lived was a quiet cul-de-sac adorned by a series of trees. She immediately observed the lovely white, two-story. Colonial house, which was just as Guy Harmon had previously described it. She parked in front of the house, then strolled up the sidewalk leading toward the large front door.
As she rang the doorbell for the first time, she heard the loud sounds of the television set coming from one of the rooms inside. There was a football game in progress. As a long-time sports fan, she remembered that the Chicago Bears were playing an exhibition game against Dallas in Texas, which was being carried on local television. She would have been watching that very same game had not her boss called her in for their important meeting.
She rang the doorbell a second time, after which she heard the loud, booming voice of an angry man.
"What the hell is it?" the screeching, cannonading ring pierced her ears even from the distance from which it had come. "If it's another damned bill collector, then get the hell out of here. I'm watchin' this damned football game in peace."
"My name is Norma Kenyon, sir," she called out. "Would you happen to be Ken Storm?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm Storm," he said. "What the hell do you want?"
"I've got a very important matter I'd like to discuss with you in private, Mr. Storm."
"Probably MONEY, damn it! I'm watchin' a football game. I wish to hell you'd go away."
Her heart sank. The beautiful, voluptuous blonde recognized that the cause very well might be hopeless. Here she was about to be chased away before Ken Storm even had an opportun ity to feast his eyes upon her ravishing figure and seductively lovely face. Perhaps if she used a bit of strategy. Yes, that was it, she would find a common ground, something to talk to him about.
"Gee, I'm sure sorry I'm not able to watch that game," she said. "I'm such a ravid Bears fan. How are the Bears doing?"
"It's tied seven-seven, but the Cowboys are threatening," he said in a suddenly calm and restrained voice. "Damned. Our guys fumbled. Hell of a deal. Drivin' the ball. Quarterback mucin' up the plays real well. Then a fumble. Isn't that a shame?"
"Oh, very much so," Norma Kenyon said. "Mr. Storm. I mean, if it wouldn't be too much of an imposition. I'd sure enjoy coming in and watching a few minutes of the game. If it's all right. I'm such a Chicago Bears fan and my boss made me go out and work today. I won't bother you. I'll be honest. Yes, I was sent over here to talk to you about a bill. But we won't talk about that. I'll just tell him that you were in a bad way and couldn't afford to pay it. But I would like to see the game for just a few minutes. Besides, then my boss will have the idea that I at least tried and had an opportunity to talk to you. Otherwise he'll just send me back here. He'll just want me to pester you again. Until I've at least talked to you."
There was a long pause. She heard a loud roar erupt from the television set.
"Oh, damned, Dallas scored," he exclaimed angrily. "Okay, just a second. What did you say your name was?"
"Kenyon. Norma Kenyon."
"Okay, hang on. Be with you in a second."
She breathed a sigh of relief. Her heart palpitated as she listened to the sound of heavy, tredging footsteps moving closer to her. Eventually the door opened and she was standing face to face opposite a bulky, broad-shouldered man with curly blond hair. Even though his beard was scraggly and it was obvious that he had not shaved for at least more than one day, there was something ruggedly handsome about this highly masculine man, who was clad in blue jeans and a white T-shirt with the words CHICAGO BEARS inscribed across the front.
The ruggedly handsome Ken Storm was holding a cool can of beer in his right hand as his gray eyes slowly appraised the face and figure of Norma Kenyon, who looked extremely alluring in a bright blue pantsuit.
"Well, well, you kinda look young for a bill collector," he laughed. "You don't look as mean, either. I'm always ready to double up my fists when I hear about a collector coming. Figure it's some strong-arm son-of-a-bitch who wants to punch me out. But it takes a lot to punch this guy out. I've been through plenty of wars myself."
"Yes, you look very rugged," she smiled.
"Thank you. I can handle myself pretty well," he smiled, his chest inflating with great pride. "Well, come on in, honey. Just as long as you don't bug me to talk about bills. Besides, I'm kinda lonely around this place anyway."
"Oh, aren't you married?"
"The wife took the kids to Acapulco," he explained, leading her through the living room toward the den, in which he was watching the Chicago Bears and the Dallas Cowboys on a wide screen television set.
"Oh, so they're vacationing?"
"Yeah, I figured I might as well give them a little bit of a treat before the roof completely caves in," he laughed. "My wife had been buggin' me so long to take her to Mexico. By the time that I had the time, after this housing project fizzled, I had the time but not the desire. I just don't feel like getting away right now. I know that if I did I'd just be thinking about my troubles at home and about all the people who'd be contacting me when I got back. So I'm toughin' it out here."
"You have a BEAUTIFUL place."
"Yeah, but it looks like I'm not gonna get to enjoy it for much longer," he laughed ruefully, after which he returned his eyes to the television set.
"It's not a bad kick-off return," his eyes lit up. "You know, one more block and he'd of been gone. Might have been a touchdown. Oh, well, hell, we didn't figure to beat Dallas anyway, but you can always hope, can't you?"
"That's right."
"So you're a football fan, huh? You know, I played football."
"I'm not surprised," she smiled. "I mean, you're so muscular and all ... "
"Thank you. You know, matter-of-fact, my big ambition was always to play for the Chicago Bears. You know, I was all set to try out as a free agent. I was all pumped up, figurin' I could make it as an offensive guard. The Bears were short a guard when I was tryin' out. So I was all ready to help 'em out."
"So what happened to prevent you from doing that?"
"Oh, damned it was downright lousy," he winced. "No tellin' how my life would have changed if I hadn't taken my motorcycle out that one night. Got stoned on cheap wine and cracked up my motorcycle in an alley. Here's what happened."
He pulled up his left trouser leg, revealing a long scar which left his leg black and blue.
"You see, I couldn't play after that," he said. "Walk with a slight limp even yet, and that was years ago."
"I'm so sorry."
"Ah, well," he shrugged. "I'm a big rooter of the Bears, though. Got me season's tickets. How about you?"
"No, but I'm a rooter all the same."
"My wife doesn't care a damn about sports," he laughed, "but you know somethin' about it, huh?"
"I grew up in Chicago," she explained. "Around our household, what with my mother and three brothers, it was the Chicago Bears in the fall and the Cubs in the summer."
"Right on, right on," he slapped his hand against the chair in which he sat. "Yeah, I'm the same way."
When the Bears failed to make a first down and punted to Dallas, an angered Ken Storm banged his empty beer can against the table next to him, then propelled his body upward from the chair. Norma noticed his slight limp as he walked toward a small refrigerator in the corner of the den. He opened it up and removed a can of beer.
"How about joining me for a beer?" he eyed her hopefully.
Even though Norma hated the taste of beer, she saw that she was beginning to make headway with Ken Storm. Not only that, but she had already discovered that his wife was not there, a surprising development that she had not expected. Now it was just a question of how far she wanted to go as a means of collecting a thirty-thousand-dollar debt on behalf of Apex Carpet Company.
"Thank you, don't mind if I do," she smiled. "Say, it's a beautiful television set. I mean, it brings the action up so close. For the first time I get the feeling I'm out there on the playing field. I'm now able to sympathize a lot more readily with these players. My, oh my, it's tough being out there, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but I was always in good shape and always hit hard," he grinned as he handed Norma a can of beer. "Say, I can give you a glass for that if you need it. Me, I always drink my beer straight out of the can, but maybe you don't."
"No, Ken, a can would be fine," she smiled brightly into his eyes.
Ken returned the smile, then sat back down in his chair. He gulped down the beer quickly. continuing to make technical observations about the football game in progress.
"Oh, damned, I wish to hell we could at least move the ball to the field-goal range," he said. "First half's about over and a three-pointer would look damned good. We'd still go into the dressing room behind by four points, but it would be a hell of a lot better than one touchdown down. Don't you think?"
"No question about it. Let's see what happens."
"Old Walter Payton is havin' a great first half," he grinned. "I love watchin' that guy run."
"My, but it's interesting watching a football game with somebody so knowledgeable," she peered her eyes in Ken Storm's direction and smiled. "You really do know your football."
"Football and construction," he smiled. "Those are about the only two things I really know that much about."
"You sure are knowledgeable."
They watched the game for several more minutes. As Norma took an occasional tactful sip from the beer, the taste of which she found bitter and could hardly fathom, she began to wonder just what kind of tactic she could employ next. In spite of the fact that she could see that Ken Storm was very much attracted to her, an observation she had made from the manner in which he'd stared at her after he had opened the door, there was still one problem that remained. She could see that he was a strongly committed football fan and, what with better than half of the football game remaining to be played, it would be mid-evening before he was likely to concentrate his attentions on anything other than whether Chicago could muster a rally and come from behind to defeat the favored Dallas Cowboys. She wondered if, perhaps, after the game was completed, he might not decide that discretion was the better part of valor and just politely show her the door. Even though he was attracted to her, he was also a married man, and maybe he would think about the consequences of having sex with somebody who was a bill collector. In short, she needed some kind of break, and once that it came along she would have to be imaginative enough to seize the initiative.
The break finally surfaced with less than two minutes remaining to be played in the second quarter of the football game. The Chicago quarterback was intercepted and the Dallas safety man who made the interception returned the ball deep in Chicago territory.
An angered Ken Storm jumped up from his chair, gesturing threateningly in the direction of the television set.
"You see that, damned, damned, did you see it?" he shouted hysterically. "That was pass interference. That receiver was bumped. Hell, not only did the official not call it. Here the Cowboys wind up with the ball and a chance to score a touchdown. It's disgusting, disgusting as hell. Oh, damned, that lousy official. You saw it, didn't you?"
Norma played along with him.
"Yes, I did see it," she nodded. "I wish YOU'D been there. Ken. You would have called that penalty. Just like it deserved to be called."
"The damned official must have been blind," Ken Storm bellowed.
Several plays later the Cowboys scored a touchdown, moving eleven points ahead of the Bears as the first half came to a close.
Ken Storm bolted down the rest of his beer, then jumped up restlessly from his chair and trudged over to the refrigerator.
"You ready for another beer?" he asked.
"No thank you. I'm kind of slow."
"It's a disgrace, a lousy disgrace," he bellowed angrily. "Official should have seen that. Should have made the call."
"Just one of those things, I guess."
"Yeah, guess so."
As the half-time activities took place and a band began performing on the football field, Norma's brain began to click. She swiftly hatched some fresh strategy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Norma decided that it was time to put the plan that she had hatched in her mind into concrete action.
Her first move was to wait until the nervous Ken Storm had calmed down. Based upon her experience in the collection business, she recognized that the apprehension relating to the football game probably stemmed at least in part from the tense frustration he felt over his terrible economic plight. On top of that his wife and children were gone to Mexico. She couldn't help wondering if perhaps some of his pent-up anxiety could relate to sexual frustrations. Here was a man who gave EVERY evidence, based on his physical appearance of being a bull stud. More than likely, she concluded, it took quite a bit in the way of sexual activity to satisfy him. So now here he was, devoid of his wife, no doubt at his wits end, seeking to cut loose in a sea of sensual ecstasy.
She stared at him for several moments, after which he finished gulping down another can of beer. Norma watched as he crushed the can in his right hand, then tossed it into a nearby waste paper receptacle.
"Still damned disgusting about that official," he looked at her, shaking his head.
"Yes, but remember, he is human," she replied calmly.
"I wonder if he's human. He just might be trying to pull something. You never know."
"In an exhibition game?"
"They bet on those, too, you know," he snapped.
"I doubt that he pulled anything dishonest. Let's just say he made a judgment error."
"Oh, you're probably right," he sighed with frustration, sitting back down in his chair. "I guess I'm just a little upset, that's all."
"You don't need to be upset," she smiled. "I'm sure everything's gonna work out for you."
"You've got more confidence in the future than I have."
"I know how it is. A person gets frustrated and they wonder if their problems will ever cease."
"That's exactly where I am." , "You know, that really is just an exhibition game. Maybe what you need to do is get your mind off football for a while."
"But I'm a fan. I watch ALL of Chicago's games."
"It's half-time right now. Maybe it would be nice for you to just shut the television set off and relax a little."
"Why do you say that?" he looked at her curiously.
Her eyes widened noticeably as she licked her sensuous lips seductively.
"There are other things to think about apart from football, you know," she said in a low, sensuous tone.
She watched as the contractor's body dramatically stiffened. He nodded slowly, easing his body upward from the chair. He turned off the television set, then began to walk toward her.
As he moved closer, she observed the huge bulge in his crotch. As he stopped just a scant few inches away from her, the beautiful blonde decided to pursue the initiative. She reached down and quickly unzipped his jeans, reaching inside them and making a grab with both hands for the firmness of his hard, resolute cock. Up and down her fingers dramatically pumped and slid against the turgid warmth of his already inflamed penis.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, DAMNED," He grunted. "OOOOHHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, HONEY. OOOOOHH, TURN LOOSE. IF YOU DON'T TURN LOOSE I'M GONNA BE JUICING."
Moments later they were sharing the privacy of Ken Storm's bedroom. She listened to the heavy panting sounds emanating from him and observed the expression of wanton lust that burned in his eyes.
She sat down on the edge of the bed while she watched Ken impatiently remove his T-shirt and jeans. Finally he pulled off his shorts, revealing his hard, stiff cock once more. It stood out like a burning slab of concrete as he edged his body slowly and dramatically toward the bed.
It took very little time for him to work her down to her panties and bra. This particular day she was wearing a bright red brassiere and matching glistening red bikini panties. Her whole body reacted with quivering suddenness as she ground her hips against the top of the bed, producing erotic scraping sounds which only served to drive the already aroused Ken Storm into an ever greater state of agitated lust.
While Norma Kenyon's hips continued instinctively twisting, he tugged resolutely at her brassiere straps. He carelessly tossed the red fabric aside as he watched with widening eyes the devastating sight of her cascading ivory breasts being freed from confinement and jutting forth with dazzling freedom. He examined the creamy mounds of rich, white flesh and the pink, succulent nipples that stood out in their splendor. Ken Storm reached out and let his fingers sensitively probe against the pebble-like hardness of her resolute nipples for several slow, teasingly erotic strokes. He removed his fingers from them, and then, with solid precision and lightning swiftness, he made a quick grab for her searing, red panties.
As he made contact with the elastic waistband of her panties, the beautiful blonde's buttocks began to grind while he determinedly pulled downward, eager to remove the last vestige of clothing from her erotic body and leave her in a daringly delightful state of tempestuous nakedness.
His eyes immediately dropped down to the captivating sight of the beautiful blonde's fleecy pubic vee, and his thundering heart skipped several beats as he examined the outline of her downy pubic curls, after which his eyes then carefully appraised the luscious pink folds of vaginal flesh that rested beneath her enrapturing tufts of silky pubic hair.
"OOOHHH, DAMNED, THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PUSSY I'VE EVER SEEN," he grunted, causing tremors of excitement to gush through the beautiful blonde's body.
All the while the still-panting Ken Storm reached down slowly, almost hypnotically, with his right hand, and allowed his fingers to carefully stroke up and down against the smooth surface of her supple, trembling thigh. Just feeling his fingers working with methodical precision up and down the entire surface of her creamy leg caused ever greater waves of restlessness to build dramatically throughout her entire body. Although she hated like sin to have to admit it to herself even in silence, she could see that there was something about this indefatigable sex machine that she was in bed with that excited her no end. He might have been crude in a number of ways, but certainly not enough to turn her off. In fact quite the contrary.
As for Ken Storm, he recognized that with every sweeping finger thrust that he sent along the firm, silky length of his lover's trim and responsive thigh, he was filling her with an ever more acute desire for erotic fulfillment, something he was determined to give her in an uncompromising way, leaving no doubt that she was thoroughly but enjoyable conquered, a woman who sought to please him in every manner. All he had to do was work at her a little, he surmised, before he would turn her into a panting mass of insatiable sexuality.
Norma's warm, flushed pussy lips became increasingly more excited as he abruptly removed his fingers from her trembling leg and began to glide them inside the velvety reaches of her ever-moistening cunt, causing her smooth, fiery, white ass cheeks to jerk and spasm in accompanying reaction. His swift fingers tantalized her as he stroked her wet, silky pubic curls for a few tantalizing moments, after which he then focused his efforts squarely on the fleshy pink petals. A knowing smile surfaced on his lips as he slipped his steady fingers resolutely against the sensitive node of her inflamed clitoris, causing Norma to let out a lewd animalish mewl as her dancing ass globes raised themselves upwardly from the bed in a state of spontaneous, devastating sensual excitement.
Recognizing that he had struck erotic pay dirt, the ruggedly handsome contractor proceeded onward, pushing his advantage as his fingers pressed and twisted against the sensitive bud of her slickened clitoris.
"OOOHHH, DAMNED, OOOOOH, THE WAY YOU MOVE THAT BEAUTIFUL ASS AROUND," he complimented grinningly. "OHHH, DAMNED, ALL THAT BEAUTY ON DISPLAY. JUST LOOK AT THAT TWISTING BUTT. AAAHHH, WHAT A SHAPELY ASS. GORGEOUS ASS. OOOHHH, OH, DAMNED, WHAT A BODY, WHAT A DELICIOUS, SUCCULENT BODY."
The panting blonde beauty knew fully well that Ken was far from the only person on the bed who was currently on fire. Every time that his finger plunged against her nervous clitoris, her whole body experienced wild tremors of unabated sensation as her twisting, sweat-dampened legs extended and kicked outwardly, her toes curling and she heaved loud, heavy gasps of wanton excitement.
Ken Storm's entire body was a glowing furnace of lust as he removed his fingers from Norma's sweltering clitoris and slid his head downward into the tumultuous valley that rested between her steadily twisting, firm, creamy legs. She was unable to suppress the loud erotic moans that emanated involuntarily from her lips as he picked up the fragrant aroma of her steaming womanliness. He drove his alert crimson tongue forward, letting it devastate the slickened confines of her damp pubic hairs as he made lurid slurping sounds, causing her heart to ring out ever more thunderously as she eagerly anticipated every decisive tongue thrust that he sent forth with burning urgency.
Suddenly her handsome pursuer withdrew his tongue from the matted tufts of her sparkling blond pubic hair and let it slither against the tiny bud of her quiveringly erect clitoris. With unabated joy he attacked her seething clitoris, his twisting tongue devouring her with steady, powerful thrusts which once again caused her satiny white ass flesh to respond with sweeping circular movements as she hissed and gasped, enjoying each and every stimulating moment of sensual excitement that developed.
He next attacked her puffy cuntal lips, driving with unabated frenzy as his pistoning tongue encompassed every bit as much urgency as its flaming wet target. While his tongue kept circulating inside the frenzied pink portals of her quivering vagina, he reached out and made a swift grab for the enticing white mounds of her jiggling breast flesh. He had stared down at the warm, conical flesh for quite some time, and as they moved forward with undulating desire, silently begging for immediate attention, he decided that it was time to take action. Ken's salacious fingers pressed and twisted her pebble-hard nipples as his forbidden tongue kept slashing against her fiery vaginal slit.
As her body swam in a sea of broiling unabated sensual ecstasy, she recognized only too clearly that, as deliriously delicious as his sweeping tongue movements were, as he pierced the turbulent inner fires of her blazing twat, she could not withstand this type of blistering attack for long. She heaved a loud throaty moan as his sweeping tongue increased its tempo once more while it sensitively dove into the delicate pink lips of her hair-shrouded jewel.
Her shapely buttocks obscenely undulated several more times as Ken's strong, assertive fingers clung sharply to them, his steaming tongue driving with illuminating delight as her belly seethed from the flowing salacious sensations that emanated in her vaginal slit.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I'M THERE, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH, DARLING, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK ME," she finally gushed as the spirited juices began to obscenely descend from her squishy cunt and into her lover's alert, open mouth.
While Ken Storm's tongue continued to boldly attack her shooting orifice, he made loud suctioning sounds that excited the pulsing inner fibers of her twat, making them react even more overwhelmingly. She thrilled to every devastating movement that his twisting tongue resolutely sent forth inside the quivering womb of his lover.
When it all came to an end, after the final few droplets of splashing cuntal fluid had sprayed voluminously from her hot hole. Ken Storm withdrew his now-stilled tongue and looked down at his beautiful lover's voluptuous body as she lay stretched out on her back, catching her breath.
Perhaps the beautiful blonde needed a respite, but most certainly the horny contractor did not, a fact graphically confirmed by the manner in which his seething cock was giving off heat.
Ken looked down at his throbbing, stone-hard member and knew just how urgent it was for him to receive immediate attention for his scalding rod, which was overflowing with uninhibited enthusiasm and seething desire.
He reached down and allowed the fingers of both hands to tease the tender elastic tip of his sturdy organ, and as they kept briskly sliding against the rubbery head of his piercing shaft. Ken Storm knew that he would have to awaken the fires of passion within her when she orgasmed.
"Just look at this, honey, look at it," he called out excitedly, bringing her attention to his stiff, meaty erection.
"Very nice."
"Doesn't that look good?"
"Oh, yes."
"I want you to play with it."
"All right, darling."
"Come on now. Give me the same kind of action I gave your pussy just a little while ago."
"Okay, baby."
"Come on, just let those fingers slide. Move them real nice. Develop some rhythm, the same kind of rhythm that I gave you when I played with your pussy."
Norma reached out and let her fingers sharply take hold of the mammoth rigidity of Ken's silky glans as he eagerly extended his hairy legs and grinned up at her with lewd fascination.
"OOOHHH, JUST PRESS THOSE FINGERS UP AND DOWN," he stoutly encouraged. "OOOHHHH, YOU'VE GOT A BEAUTIFUL COCK TO PLAY WITH, OOHHH, I WANT YOU TO MAKE THE MOST OF IT, MAKE THE MOST OF IT FOR BOTH OF US."
Her stirring fingers stiffly ground against the solid, rubbery base of his electrified prick as Ken's hips and ass cheeks methodically slid with enraging passion. Al the while he could feel the steadily building pressure rising in his bloated, leathery balls as her sturdy, ever-so-steady finger ministrations pushed him that much nearer to the urgent state immediately preceding a wild cock explosion.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, JERK YOUR FINGERS A LITTLE FASTER," he grunted excitedly. "DRIVE ME WILD. OHHH, COME ON, HONEY, PICK UP THAT TEMPO. OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR FINGERS GRINDING. AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT."
His piercing cock reacted to an ever-rising flood tide of pulsing energy and desire building dramatically within his loins. He could feel the hot, pulsing blood racing up and down the firm length of his bulging instrument as his lover kept up her effective finger explorations a few more moments, at which point he then decided it was time to proceed to the next stage.
"Okay, you can let go now," he told her.
As the beautiful blonde withdrew her fingers from his swollen organ. She looked into his eyes with a puzzled expression.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked.
"Why do you ask that?"
"I just wondered why you wanted me to stop," she shrugged.
"You did TOO good a job," he laughed. "If you'd kept it up any longer I would have juiced."
"Is there anything wrong with a nice erotic hand job?"
"No, not at all, just as long as you stop in time. I didn't want to orgasm that way. I want you to start putting your tongue to work, honey."
"You what?"
"You can start using your tongue," he grinned. "I'll just bet you can give beautiful head, a girl as sexy as you. Somebody who digs balling as much as you obviously do."
The beautiful blonde shook her head fearfully. She felt a tenseness sticking in the pit of her stomach as Ken Storm stared at her, unable to figure out what was wrong.
"Come on, honey, turn your tongue loose," he demanded. "You can start with my balls and switch your tongue then to my big dick. Yeah, just like you gave me a reward, shooting all that nice load of pussy juice into my mouth, I'm gonna give you a reward, too. You're gonna get to swallow my hot juices, to devour my protein lunch."
A still fearful, trembling Norma listened silently to her lover's sales pitch.
"Oh, please, don't do that, let's not do that," she began to cry. "Don't make me go down on you."
"Why the hell not? I went down on you, didn't I?"
"Sure, sure, but sucking cock. Well, I've always considered it dirty. Very dirty. I've never wanted to do that."
Ken Storm's eyes widened with astonishment.
"I don't believe it," he gulped. "A beautiful girl like you and you've NEVER sucked cock?"
"That's right," she said in little more than a whisper.
"You ever been married?"
"No."
"Engaged?"
"Yes, once."
"And you've had plenty of boyfriends. I'm SURE of that."
"I've had a FEW."
"And you've never given head?" he looked at her with disbelief.
"Yes, that's right. I've NEVER given head."
"How terrible. What a wasted life. Baby, a girl as beautiful as you, as sexy as you, oh, damned, that's a downright crime. It's a downright shame. We've got to do something about that."
"Oh, please. Don't. Don't make me do anything like that."
"Oh, no, honey. For your own good as well as mine. You're gonna do it. It's not dirty at all."
"Oh, it is," she frowned. "It's humiliating."
"That's nonsense," he growled angrily. "Hell, it wasn't humiliating when I went down on your pussy, was it?"
"No," she gulped.
"Then there's no damned reason why this should be humilating either," he told her. "It's all in the mind. That's all it is. In the mind. Well, we'll get rid of that nonsense. You're gonna go down on me, baby, and you're gonna enjoy it You're gonna enjoy every bit of it"
With that the determined contractor's fingers pushed forward, tightly gripping his lover's blond hair until she squirmed and gasped with pain.
"Come on, get down on your knees, start sucking my aching balls," he commanded in a gruff, non-nonsense tone.
The subservient blonde beauty, reeking with pain from the manner in which the strong contractor's fingers kept stiffly tugging at her hair, recognized that he really meant business and that she had better at least make an effort to follow his command. Slowly she rose to her knees, which trembled with spasming fear as she reached out with her tongue and let it reluctantly slide against Ken's inflated leathery testicles, causing him to jerk at the waist from the excitement that she was precipitating within his already inflamed body.
"You can do better than that," he complained, tightening the hold he had on her head. "Come on now. I want you to really move that tongue around. Let it sweep against my balls. I want an uninhibited tongue. One that means business, just like I mean business. I sure as hell meant business when I sucked your pussy. I gave you one hell of a suck. Okay, so now I want some uninhibited tongue action, the kind that you're able to give me."
When she began to put more emphasis into her sucks, letting her tongue drive with less restraint as it pushed and twisted against his quivering balls, he heaved a loud gasp, his hips and buttocks rocking rhythmically from the now vigorous tongue movements that she sent forth against them.
"That's a little more like it," he nodded reluctantly. "Okay, come on, let that tongue swirl around there. Come on, REALLY SUCK ME."
Her swirling tongue kept moving, this time in a more relaxed manner as it swooped and glided against the inflamed surface of his ever-expanding balls, which bulged with increasing lust as Ken Storm realized how closely he was moving to the dramatic moment when seething shots of his gushing white cream would pour profusely from the end of his thick, bloated, sperm-filled dagger.
An overwhelmed Norma could hardly believe just how quickly she was responding to the testicle sucking. Of course, she recognized, that was not the same as being forced to plant her tongue against her wishes along the base of his solid, mammoth erection. She was not yet at the point where she was being forced to suck out the droplets of his thick, white, creamy cock fluid. Perhaps, she thought, she might be spared the ultimate humiliation of having to please him in that way, of having to swallow the thick, searing, white juices that would tumultuously pour from the nub end of his solid, tumid shaft.
"Now you can stop," a grunting Ken Storm suddenly told her.
The beautiful blonde quickly and obediently released her tongue from her lover's testicles.
"Okay, so now that you've got the hang of the thing you can start going down on my prick," he pointed proudly to his meaty stiffness.
"Oh, you're gonna FORCE me to do that?" she looked at him pathetically.
"Of course I am," he snapped. "Don't be silly. Come on. I'm gonna give you a lesson on sensuality. I can't believe that somebody as beautiful as you, somebody this sexy, could have failed to suck cock. You levelling with me?"
"Yes, I'm levelling."
"Then it's time for you to go to school, honey. We're gonna get into it, get into it right now."
With that he reached down and once more gripped at his lover's hair, this time with greater force than he'd employed the first time around. He let out a wild gasp as his legs trembled thunderously and his eyes rolled. He knew that it would not require many sweeping tongue movements up and down the firm length of his rubbery shaft before the splashing cream would topple from the end of his flaming organ.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GET INTO IT," he grunted impatiently. "COME ON AND SUCK. OOOHHH, I WANT TO FEEL THAT HOT TONGUE MOVING UP AND DOWN. I WANT TO FEEL IT SLIDING OVER MY COCK. OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE GONNA DO IT. YOU'RE GONNA DO IT TO ME. OHHH, I'M GONNA EXPLODE. DAMNED, I'M GONNA EXPLODE. EXPLODE IN YOUR HOT MOUTH. COME ON, GET INTO IT, SUCK, SUCK, I WANT YOU TO SUCK."
The blonde beauty pushed her trembling tongue forward and let it begin to make initial contact with the spongy tip of her lover's blood-engorged spear. At that moment dual feelings circulated through her body and mind. One side of her hated him for doing this to her, for bullying her into sucking his cock. But the other side was beginning to warm up to the task at hand, recognizing that she was breaking new ground and that, at least up to now, it was not destroying her.
Ken Storm's hips rolled turbulently and his buttocks nervously quivered as his widening eyes appreciatively watched the mounting spectacle taking place. He longed to feel her tongue swirling with the same kind of unmitigated lust that he felt circulating through his whole body. He recalled how energetically he had implanted his searing tongue inside the wet warmth of her snatch, and now that the tables were turned he was looking forward to receiving the same kind of stimulating sensation from her.
"Come on, let's get into it, let's really get into it," he commanded, continuing to hold on tightly to his lover's head, letting her know that she was definitely under his thumb.
His rapidly spasming hips glided relentlessly as he heaved a series of deep sighs while his ever-reluctant lover continued grinding her throbbing tongue against the aroused base of his thundering cock while Ken's lust-bloated balls felt the rising ground swell of tension that he knew would ultimately culminate with the splashing load of torrid white cock fluid being released from the spongy foreskin of his inflamed shaft.
His blood-engorged tool began to shove ever deeper into the piercing depths of his subservient lover's throat as her tongue whirled and twisted sharply as it attacked the firm base of his ecstatic prick.
"OOOHHH, HANG IN THERE, OOHHHH, HANG IN THERE," he gasped. "COME ON, OOOHHH, FORCE THE STUFF OUT OF THERE. FORCE THE HOT JUICE OUT OF MY SURGING PRICK. OOOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW IT, AAAHHH, YEAH, YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW IT. EVERY DROP OF IT. COME ON, OOOHHHH, SUCK ME OFF, REALLY SUCK ME OFF."
His huge leathery balls bounced relentlessly as her gliding tongue kept moving against his mammoth, semen-filled pole, and all the while she grunted and twisted with her throbbing tongue, recognizing that she was forced to do his bidding but becoming accustomed to it a little more with each passing moment. There was something about being Ken Storm's sex slave that she could not help but find sensually alluring. He had told her bluntly from the very beginning that it was her mind rather than her body that was rebelling so adversely to the idea of going down on his cock, and now that her scorching red tongue began to feel an occasional tingle of excitement, his words were starting to weight on her more heavily than before.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE GETTING INTO IT, YOU'RE GETTING INTO IT NOW," he nodded, slowly beginning to ease off the pressure that he'd been applying to her head. "COME ON, OOOHHH, GO TO IT. HONEY, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, JUST KEEP IT UP. MY DAMNED BALLS ARE ON FIRE. OOOHHH, THEY'RE GONNA HAVE TO SPURT SOME HOT JUICE. GO AHEAD, AAAAHHH, SUCK IT OUT OF ME. YEAH, OOOHHH, GO AFTER THAT HOT SLAB OF MEAT BETWEEN MY LEGS. OH, YEAH, THERE'S A LOT OF PASSION DOWN THERE. GO AFTER EVERY DROP OF THE STUFF. COME ON, OOOHHH, SUCK IT, SUCK IT OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, SUCK ME."
Ken's body spasmed with uncontrollable excitement and wild urgency as the conflict continued raging within his beautiful lover, but she began to outwardly react like a woman possessed as her now determined tongue swooped up and down the rock-hard length of her lover's turgid cock while his balls ached with ever-growing acute need as he moved that much closer to the turbulent juncture when the sweltering white liquid stream would have to catapult salaciously from the searing tip of erect cock head and spray into her mouth. Just thinking about the beautiful moment when the deluge would hit and the thundering droplets of hot, voluminously captivating sperm would explode from the end of his prick filled him with an ever greater state of wild desire as he listened to the erotically captivating sounds of the beautiful blonde's wild slurping as she kept guiding her tongue up and down the fleshy firmness of hi" agitated prick.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GO GET IT, GO GET THE JUICE," he grunted with mounting impatience. "COME ON, OHHHH, EAT MY PRICK. YES, OHHHH, SWALLOW IT. GO AHEAD, OOHHH, GO GET THE STUFF. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, WHAT FUCKING. DAMNED, OHHHH, WHAT SUCKING. OOOHHH, IT'S SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD."
Ken watched with keen-eyed fascination as his beautiful lover's silky strands of lustrous blond hair bobbed up and down under the steady. stimulating pressure of her jet-propelled tongue strokes.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT OUT OF ME," he cried out emphatically. "YOU'RE DOING ALL RIGHT NOW. OOOHHH, COME ON, EAT ME, EAT MY PRICK, COME ON, SWALLOW THE STUFF. EVERY DROP. EVERY HOT, DELICIOUS DROP OF IT. COME ON, BABY, EAT ME. COME ON, SUCK ME."
He smiled with satisfaction as Norma reached down and let her fingers slide against the leathery warmth of his bloated testicles.
"OOOHHH, ARE YOU LEARNING, ARE YOU EVER LEARNING," he exclaimed.
By then Ken Storm's huge, lust-bloated balls looked like tow giant balloons preparing to burst in mid-air as the hungry, rapacious Norma instinctively reached down and squeezed the sensation-laden testicles of her lover while she kept on pursuing his stiff, searing cock with her quickly probing tongue.
Just hearing him talk about the explosion that was moving inevitably closer to fulfillment immersed her in a state of uncertainty, but Norma remained determined not to allow those feelings to prevent her from finishing the job of driving the stirring droplets of penis fluid from the resolute tip of her lover's piercing organ. She wanted Ken Storm to know that she was not the kind of girl who would panic in an excitement-filled situation that was so unfamiliar to her. Just because she had never, up to that point, tasted the hot, white fluid from a man's spurting cock, was no reason for her to freeze up. In particular, it was no reason for her to panic when she recognized just how excited she was at that point and how badly she wanted to please Ken in every conceivable way. She told herself to relax, to recognize the imminently exploding droplets of his sturdy cock fluid as a fact of life, as something to accept rather than be overwhelmed by.
He heaved a loud gasp as he felt several preliminary drippings from the enlarged tip of his agitated phallus slide out of it and trickle into Norma's mouth as he kept listening to the loud slurping sounds from the quick suction she generated with her tongue as he was pushed that much nearer to the devastating moment when the torrid droplets of his liquid stream would profusely spray.
"OOOHHH, HANG IN THERE, OOOHHH, HANG IN THERE," Ken exclaimed eagerly. "COME ON, NORMA, HONEY. AAAHHH, SWALLOW THE COCK JUICE. YES, OOOHHH, SWALLOW IT ALL. OH, DAMNED, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK ME, COME ON, SUCK ME OFF. OOOHHH, EAT THE PRICK JUICE. OOOHHH, COME ON, I'M GONNA EXPLODE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, I'M GONNA SHOOT. OOOHHH, THE STUFF'S GONNA SPRAY. WHAT A FEELING, DAMNED, OHHH, WHAT A FEELING."
He reached down once more and grabbed her head solidly, twisting it tightly, gripping Norma so that it would be exceedingly difficult for her to turn her head away in shock or revulsion the moment that the delirious spray of turbulent white cock juice began to effusively spurt from the end of his splashing cock.
"OOOHHH, EASY DOES IT." he gasped. "DAMNED, OHHH. MY BALLS. OOOHHH. YES, THEY'RE ON FIRE, OHHH, THEY'RE REALLY ON FIRE."
He let out a puffing gasp as his spasming hips flailed against the bed sheets with loud ceremony, alerting the beautiful Norma to the fact that the big moment had come and she was about to experience a thrilling load of thick, white, captivating cock fluid.
Her tongue kept on grinding, gliding against the firm, elongated flesh of his steaming prick. Her mouth clasped tightly against his rubbery phallic tool as she pushed him that much closer to that ultimate moment when the spraying white liquids would explode from the end of his prick.
"COME ON, OOOHHH, OHHHH, SUCK IT OFF," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, GET THE STUFF. EVERY DROP OF IT. DAMNED, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HOW I WANT IT. YES, OOOHHH, I WANT IT, OHHHH, I WANT IT SO BAD. SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK ME."
It made Norma feel good to listen to the loud, grunting sounds emanating from her inflamed lover, whose sweaty body trembled as his legs twitched and he heaved loud, deep sighs. She could see that her cock-sucking movements had enchanted him and pushed him into a whirlpool of sensuality which would be satisfied only by emitting a wild explosion.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, GET IT ALL, GET IT ALL, SWALLOW IT ALL," he encouraged loudly as his buttocks bounced ragingly against the bed sheets beneath him. "COME ON, OHHH, WHAT A COCK SUCKER, OOOHHH, SUCK MY PRICK. OOOOHHHH, GET EVERY DROP OF THE STUFF. IT'S READY TO BLAST OUT OF THERE. DAMNED, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, MY BALLS ARE ON FIRE. OOOOOOHH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FEELING. YES, OHHH, GO GET IT. YES, OOOHHH, GO GET THE JUICE. GO GET IT NOW. OHHH, NOW, NOW, NOW!"
Ken kept gripping Norma's head with unflinching emphasis as he watched the seaming white fluid splash from the end of his overwhelmingly alive penis. Afew droplets of the viscous liquid rolled down her chin, but the beautiful blonde, doing her best to conscientiously capture every morsel of his tempestuous prick spray, stayed with his load as her swirling tongue attacked forcefully, twisting time and again with vigorous determination.
"OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, YOU'RE DOING IT, YOU'RE DOING A BEAUTIFUL JOB," he told her pantingly. "AAAHHH, OHHHHH, JUST KEEP IT UP. OHHH, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT OUT OF ME, OOOHHH, EAT MY PRICK, OOOHHH, YOU'RE EATING IT, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, I LOVE IT."
Ken's body twitched and twisted some more as he reacted to the overwhelming furnace of heat that raged between his legs while he felt the tremendous pull at his testicles from all the pressure incurred through the release of a swirling flood tide of bubbling sperm.
His steadily propelling body jackknifed from side to side as Ken watched the shooting thunder of solid white semen continue penetrating from the end of his wildly tempestuous prick and into his lover's wet and ready mouth.
"OOOHHH. YOU'RE A NATURAL, OOOHHH, CAN YOU SUCK," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, COME ON, EAT IT ALL. AAAHHH, IT'S LUNCH TIME. COME ON, DEVOUR MY COCK JUICE."
Norma felt as if she was under some form of hypnosis. She knew that her lover's fingers had been solidly implanted against her head as a precautionary measure so that she would not turn her head away and cause him to miss out on the wild and delirious culminating sensation of orgasm, when the whirlpool of thick, white juice would explode from the end of his tool. No, she was staying with it, and was feeling very good about it. She recognized that even if he had released his fingers from her head it would not have made any difference to her. There was something downright daring about doing something that she had previously thought of as dirty and debased. Norma definitely knew that she'd been forced into the act in the early stages, but no longer was she being forced to perform under intimidation. Instead she was engaging in something that was enjoyable.
"OOOHHH, KEEP PUMPING, JUST A FEW MORE STROKES, A FEW MORE STROKES, THAT'S ALL I NEED," he called out in a voice becoming increasingly calmer. Now that the storm had subsided and most of the fiery droplets had been released from his sperm-filled testicles, he was able to relax a little more.
All the same, the beautiful blonde was determined to finish him off as her tongue flicked greedily against the spongy tip of his still-hard staff, after which she finally removed her tongue from it after devouring the last few droplets of the creamy liquid.
"Nice, very nice," he grinned at his lover in the stillness which immediately followed the tempestuous storm. "I'll bet you thought I was a real son-of-a-bitch."
"I did for awhile."
"But wasn't it worth it?"
"You mean going all the way?"
"Definitely. I mean not panicking. I mean going through with the whole thing. Enjoying it to the fullest. You know DAMNED WELL you loved it. Isn't that true?"
"Honey, I could just fuck you all day and night. You were right. You said something about the football game not really being as important as other things. I'll tell you something. I never thought there was a piece of ass that was good enough to make me forget about what the Chicago Bears were doing on the football field. I mean, I always figured that I could get the ass later but the football game would be played and that would be it. Okay, now I admit it. I feel differently about the whole thing."
"That's VERY GOOD, darling."
"Yes, you're the kind of woman who would make a guy forget anything. I mean forget about anything except for the beautiful fucks and sucks that are available."
"How nastily you talk," she teased him, running her fingers slowly over his sweat-dampened forehead.
"Oh, yeah, I'm always talkin' that way," he said. "All I know is that I wanna fuck. I can't seem to get enough good fucking. As a matter-of-fact, reach down and grab hold of my cock. Come on, honey. Just play with it Play with it real nice."
"All right, my sweet."
She moved her fingers downward toward the warmth of his testicles. Slowly she let them probe against them until they began to inflate.
"Oh, damned, aaahhh, I'm getting back up there again," he laughed. Ahhh, how I love to fuck. How I love to fuck with you.
"Contain yourself, darling."
"Contain myself, nothing," he laughed. "The only thing I'm interested in doing is conquering that beautiful bod of yours again."
"You really can't seem to get enough."
"You're damned right I can't."
Eventually she released her fingers from her lover's balls. This time they probed slowly and smoothly against the lengthy base of his hard, inflamed organ. Up and down her fingers resolutely pumped and slid against the searing length of his long, explosive organ.
"Nice, nice, very nice," he smiled.
After several more minutes of steady finger stroking against the full length of his cock. Ken recognized that his peter was back up to full erection. The beautiful blonde then entered into another semi-hypnotic phase in which her emotions completely took over.
She lay stretched out on the bed, her bright blue eyes looking up, observing the exposed, hairy, throbbing rod of the sensual contractor's blue-veined staff. It was covered with glistening strings of prick oil. The blood-engorged, vein-rich surface beat like a mighty engine over her.
He heaved a deep gasp, then moved his hairy balls closer to her mouth. Frantically the voluptuous blonde wrapped her tender arms around his hard, hairy ass and pulled down, trying to force Ken Storme's body close enough for her to lick and suck him again. The beautiful blonde was quickly finding that she could not get enough of his hard, rampaging cock, which she had sucked to completion only a few minutes earlier. She wanted him in her mouth, on her face, in her cunt, on her body, all over, fucking and dominating her to the ultimate degree. She was determined to see to it that every measure of sexual success was enjoyed by her. He shoved his probing tongue forward, pushing eagerly with it against her inflamed cunt as he sucked the hairy lips into his mouth. He worked it all feverishly inside and let his body down easily until he could feel the tip of her hungry tongue flicking over his sensitive testicles. Ken's legs spread wider as he got down on her face. The heavily panting contractor felt her probing red tongue begin to lave his nuts and twist around the hairy base of his thick peter. He pushed tightly downward, rubbing his throbbing spear over her face, letting his steaming testicles dangle eagerly over her chin, feeling her sensuous licks against his balls and thighs.
The stimulated blonde beauty was prepared for anything. Her cunt was inflamed in a sea of tempestuous passion. The feel of his strong, hairy body grinding down on her brought her clitoris up to a peak of acute tension.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, DARLING, LET'S DO IT, LET'S DO IT, LET'S DO IT," she replied.
CHAPTER FIVE
Norma's arms clutched her lover tightly as her body twisted in his strong, desire-filled grasp. She could feel the pulpy, flaming head of his mammoth spear pressing into the moist crack of her inflamed pussy.
Ken Storm's thickly fervent cock head wiggled from side to side, coated with his lover's salaciously moist pussy oil. Then Norma felt it push forward, slipping between the tight lips of her searing, pink cunt.
The crack spread open just enough to take in his red-hot prick between the puffy, swollen lips. She could feel the fruit-shaped head throbbing away inside her organ as her labia twitched and closed around it, holding tightly onto the hard shaft of his stirring organ. Frantically she pushed upward, trying to get the whole thing to shove inside her.
He could feel the beautiful blonde hunching up onto his stinging, mammoth organ. Ken pulled himself high enough to keep his stiff, erect spear out of her cunt. Tearing his lips away from hers, he looked down between them, his eyes wandering over the soft, titlted cones of her upth rusted ivory breasts, over her smooth tummy, and finally down to the hairy slit that resided between her sensuously alive, slender legs.
Ken could see his dick, hard, throbbing and swollen, poised toward her hot hole. His mammoth cock head was out of sight, propelled deep inside her warmly palpitating pussy lips. He felt the soothing oil of her vagina bubbling up over it, greasing it up for the long, hard stroke to the bottom of her throbbing cunt. He tensed into an arc, held high off her body, and then, in one hard, non-stop shove, he jammed his steaming pecker all the way into the warmly intimate depths of her steaming, salacious pussy.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, AAAAHHHH, OHHHHHHH," the beautiful blonde panted as she felt her pussy walls being stretched wide open by his thick, massively probing dick.
The walls of her pulsating vagina were pushed wide open by the slippery head of his searching, mammoth prick. She felt it shove deep and hard down her slippery vaginal portal.
Flaming droplets of pussy juice squished and bubbled around his hard, rampaging rod. The plunging stock speared ever deeper into her hot hole until the hairy, hard mound of his stirring groin was shoved against the tight button of her clitoris. The tempestuous blonde felt her pussy lips grip tightly around the hard, strong base of his massive cock. Her legs spread wide apart, lewdly providing him with sufficient room to shove his piercing pole into her even harder and faster.
The stinging feel of Ken's long, naked spear sticking up her savory, warm cunt was so beautiful that Norma almost passed out. Her vagina twisted and closed its muscular, oily walls around the insistently shoving, rampaging cock of her lover, holding and squeezing it, determined to milk it thoroughly dry.
Norma thrust her tits high to grind against his hard, hairy chest. Her nipples sanded against the coarse, curly hair until waves of ecstasy swept from her conical boobs to her inflamed pink, moist vagina.
She was on. fire with his every touch, his every stirring, forward movement. Norma moaned and twisted her buttocks resolutely, hunching forward, listening to the searing sounds of her sleek, white buttocks as they came into steady contact with the crisp, white bed sheets beneath her as her lover fucked her with everything that he had in the way of force and determination. Slowly Norma felt him pull his prick out of her. It was still hard, for he had not unleashed his load of thick, white juice, but was just getting it prepared for the moment close at hand at which he would explode his thick, white cauldron of penis juice from the end of his hard, excited cock.
A panting Ken felt his beautiful lover's flaming cunt pull tightly on his peter, squeezing around the sensitive, bulbous flesh until he was at the top of his upstroke. Then he slammed down again, hard and fast, his slippery man meat sizzling into the hot inner depths of her fiery body.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH. WHAT A PUSSY, WHAT A FANTASTIC CUNT," he praised her lavishly. "COME ON, AAAHHH, KEEP ON MOVING YOUR BUTT AROUND. COME ON, KEEP SLIDING IT, HONEY. OOOHHH, THIS IS MY KIND OF FUCK. OOOHHH, IT'S TERRIFIC. AAAHHH, THIS IS SCREWING. OHHH, AAAHHH, LOVE IT. OOOHHH, I LOVE DAZZLING YOU WITH MY BIG. LONG JUICY PRICK."
"COME ON. KEEP FUCKING ME, OOOHHH, FUCK ME WITH YOUR PRICK, COME ON. SCREW ME. SCREW ME, FUCK ME," she gasped. "COME ON, OOOHHH, SCREW ME. FUCK. FUCK, FUCK. CAN YOU EVER FUCK. OOOHHH, KEN, BABY, COME ON. OOOHHH. SLAM IT INTO ME. OOOOOOHHH, SLAM IT. SLAM IT, SLAM IT."
Resolutely the steaming, rampaging Ken Storm shoved his stirring, torrential rod into his beautiful, writhing lover again, trying to burst the tight nut of her steaming clit. His body crushed against the silky embrace of her wide-spread, slightly trembling, sweat-dampened thighs. Every sensitive inch of his throbbing man meat was stuck up the hot, tight hole as he made it throb and then twisted it from side to side, stretching her moist, thoroughly palpitating pussy, lips even more. When he lay still they closed tightly around his rampaging stock again. Once they were clutching tightly, he pulled his prick out as far as the glans and rammed it to her in one hard, devastating stroke.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN'T TAKE IT," she sensuously moaned, her buttocks throbbing more quickly than ever as she felt her cunt being reamed out with a hard series of shoving strokes of her lover's mammoth penis rigidity. "DARLING, FUCK ME, OOOHHH, BLAST AWAY. SEND YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, COME ON, GIVE ME A WILD SCREW. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, JUST LIKE THAT. IT'S MY KIND OF FUCKING. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT."
As his sweaty, pulsating body continued to pound against hers, a jolt of electricity shot out of the beautiful blonde's clitoris. It was being charged up to the point of a searing climax.
"OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP. KEEP IT UP. FUCK ME," she sighed.
The profusely sweating blonde twisted her shapely ass from side to side, wiggling her sweat-stained hips and moving her dampened pussy in a violent crescendo of stirring sensual ecstasy. The faster that she twisted her erotic body, the harder that her lover shoved his rampaging prick deep inside her. His steaming penis had speared her wide open as he kept on plunging with his stirring rod, moving himself that much closer to the state of a wild and glorious climax.
"OOOHHH, KEEP MOVING YOUR HOT ASS, COME ON, KEEP MOVING IT," Ken called out excitedly as he slowly slid his cock out of her pussy. "COME ON, OOOHHH. FUCK UP TO ME. COME ON, LET'S MAKE THIS AN UNFORGETTABLE SCREW."
Eagerly she stretched her tightly clasping cunt, tightening her leg muscles as she panted and ground her ass cheeks against the bed sheets.
"OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING, KEEP IT GOING," he gulped.
"DARLING, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME. COME ON, FUCK ME." she loudly replied.
Ken continued to drive his charging cock in one swift stroke all the way to the hilt of his beautiful lover's clinging, tight pussy. He enjoyed the manner in which her responsive, juicy cunt snapped from his hard, stinging strokes. He began to fuck her with long, carefully controlled movements. In and out he penetrated, twisting his throbbing spear around and around, pulling the tight lips of her cunt apart. On his downstroke he crushed into her clitoris again and again. His balls heaved with the load of jissum stored inside, while his cock sizzled with feeling.
The flexible outer covering of Ken's mammoth cock moved over the hard, inner core as his beautiful lover's pussy clenched tightly around it, like a hard fist fitting into a velvety glove. He could feel every inch of his mammoth, blood-engorged spear being wrapped by the hot, elastic sheath of Norma's tight, muscular vagina.
Just as she was sure she was about to explode. Ken would then pull his mammoth erection out of her cunt, taking the weight off her clitoris and hanging suspended over her body just long enough for her climax to slow down. After that he would shove his grinding organ into her again, almost enough to make her pass out from the pleasure of her thoroughly ecstatic fucking.
Her stormy body opened all the way to Ken, and her bedazzled, pillarly white thighs stretched far apart, her pussy lips pulled agitatingly open and her arms wrapped around his mighty, hairy chest, holding on tightly to Ken as he continued to grind his hard cock inside her.
His weight on her firm tits had them mashed out like cushions. Ken's solid, hard chest had her nipples rubbed to the point of hurting. They were so tight that they needed the end to come before they burst. Her red, turgid pUssy lips quivered with each hard shove of his unceasing man meat. She felt her cunt starting to lose its strength. Her sheath no longer could clutch his prick as tightly as at first. Ken was fucking her into looseness, working her pussy so hard and restlessly that it was too hot to hold him.
"OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING, OHHH, KEEP IT UP," Ken sighed as he felt his testicles clench up to the base of his scalding prick. "OOOHHH, WHAT A TIGHT, SQUIRMING PUSSY YOU ARE. COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP SNAPPING THAT PUSSY. I LOVE A SNAPPING PUSSY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A FUCK. OHHHH, WHAT A FUCK YOU ARE."
"OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, OHHHHHH," Ken gasped with each series of wild, flinging hunches.
The handsome contractor's belly muscles pulled tight as he put all his power into his stiffly rampaging movements. The thick ring of his stirring cock head burned with the fierce, rapid-fire shoving into the innermost depths of her flaming, wet vagina.
"OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP, KEEP IT UP, KEEP IT UP," Norma loudly begged in a high-pitched cry as she felt him fucking her faster.
The frequency of his stirring strokes did not give her sufficient time to absorb everything that was happening. Every now and then she could feel waves of searing pain from the sustained intensity of his hard, stinging thrusts. She realized that her quest for the perfect fuck was as illusive as a surfer's pursit of a restless wave, but yet Norma found herself continuing to strive, to seek to enjoy all that a man could provide her in the way of unmitigated ecstasy. She realized only too well that she was reaching the point wherein she could get involved in sex much more readily than had once been the case. Norma had let her guard down with Darrell, and now it was that much easier to succumb to Ken Storm.
Ken's body tightened up just like his burning penis. His cock skin yanked so tight that it almost pulled off the shaft of his bulging organ. He could feel his cum working its way into the base of his tirring prick, milking out of his body from someplace close to his prostate.
"OOOHHH, WHAT FUCKING, WHAT GLORIOUS, BEAUTIFUL FUCKING," he loudly exclaimed.
Dramatically Ken's ass tightened. His hips froze as he held still for a second and then exploded.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, OOOOOOHHH, AAAAHHHH," hoarse grunts filled the air as he sighed heavily.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP POURING IT INTO ME, OOOHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she cried out loudly as she felt Ken slamming into her relentlessly.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I AM," Ken grunted. "COME ON. OHHH, KEEP THAT WILD BUTT OF YOURS ROTATING. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT A FUCK, WHAT A FUCK, WHAT A FUCK."
"OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR PUSSY SNAPPING," he called out "OOOHHHH, COME ON, LET IT SNAP. OOOHHH, I LOVE THIS. OOOHHH. THIS IS SCREWING. DAMNED, OHHHH, I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT, AAAAHHH, WHAT A FUCK. OH, DAMNED, COME ON. OOOHHH, COME ON, AAAHHH, OOOOHHHH. OHHHH. WHAT FUCKING. WHAT FUCKING, FUCKING, FUCKING!"
He released his hands from her ass cheeks, then let them begin to slap piercingly against her twisting, quivering behind. All the while he kept on sinking his hard, mammoth man meat into the burning depths of her scalding vagina as the final few droplets of his stampeding, orgasmic liquids sprayed from the end of his erect member.
As her hips and ass cheeks rapidly twitched. Norma Kenyon's eyes rolled as she felt herself moving to the precipice of orgasm.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M OFF, I'M OFF, I'M OFF," she loudly announced. "OOOHHH, SLAM IT INTO ME, BABY. FUCK ME, FUCK ME. FUCK ME WITH YOUR LONG, JUICY COCK. OHHHH, OOOHHH, SCREW ME. OOOHHH, OHHHHHHH, THAT'S IT. OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK."
His cannonading, ringing cock blasted into the intimate depths of her exploding pussy once more. He felt his raging man meat coming into contact with her burning cunt oils.
Norma stared at the sweaty body of a now-satisfied Ken Storm, who lay stretched out in the middle of the bed.
She realized that, now that she had provided Ken with the ultimate in sexual satisfaction, it was time for her to make another move. This time she would discuss business with him. At a time in which he felt enormously satisfied over what she had done for him, just maybe, she reasoned, she could see him on the idea of meeting his financial responsibilities.
"Ken, honey, I'll bet you liked that fuck," she grinned, sliding her fingers through his hair.
"Where have you been all my life, sweetheart?" he looked at her and smiled.
"I don't know, but I'm glad I found you today."
"Me, too, honey. Me, too. Say, how about a drink?"
"No thanks. I'd just as soon lie stretched out here a little while. Just relax."
"Yes. We sure did use up a lot of energy," he chuckled. "Say, honey. By the way. I forgot all about that football game. Oh, well, we'll just lie here for a little while. I'll probably be able to catch the last quarier anyway."
"More than likely. But let's remember. It was just an exhibition game."
"Yes, that's true, but even if it were a league game I can't honestly say that it would make that much difference after fucking with you. Damned. You really did give me a workout. You'd put any man's cock and balls to the test."
"You're not so bad yourself. Speaking of cocks, you sure have one."
"I do a pretty good job with it, if I do say so myself," Ken's eyes sparkled confidently.
"You do, you really do."
She paused for several moments before continuing. Norma realized that now was the time to make a transition, to see if maybe she could not get Ken to at least talk about the subject of his financial responsibilities.
"Ken, you know, I hate to bring this up to you, honey, but it's important that I mention it," she said softly, speaking in a diplomatic, apologetic manner.
"What's that, honey? You can bring up anything to me. Anything at all. I'm in a great mood after what you've done for me."
"It's about your financial obligations. Ken. You know, let me just mention one thing to you. I realize you're overburdened. Honestly I do. It grieves me even to bring it up, but I really have to."
"Go ahead," Ken said reluctantly.
"Here's the point I want to make. You know. Apex Carpet Company happens to be anything but a rip-off operation. As a matter-of-fact, they extended you credit at a time you badly needed it. Isn't that true?"
"That's true. No, I can't say I've got any quarrels with them," Ken confirmed.
"You see, I can understand why you're fighting some of these bastards. From what I can gather you have been ripped off and badly. Naturally that's a terrible feeling."
"To say the least."
"Don't you really dislike these people who rip you off?"
"Hate their guts," he snarled angrily.
"Okay, that's understandable. Can't blame you at all for that. Not at all. As a matter-of-fact, it's only natural. But isn't it possible for you to see how Apex Carpet Company feels right now?"
"How's that?"
"Well, they don't like being ripped-off either. I mean, not that that's what you're trying to do, but just look at it from their standpoint. They performed service for you, didn't they?"
"Yes."
"Didn't they perform then honestly?"
"Sure, I can't say they were dishonest."
"Well, there you are. So could you blame them for wanting their money?"
Ken sighed, then burst into laughter.
"Oh, damned, what a convincing speaker you are," he said. "You're as convincing at making a point as you are at fucking. You know, you do have a point, honey. I've gotta admit it. You're very, very shrewd."
"But just think about it. These poor guys. They did their work and they naturally want their money. They extended you credit. They weren't bastards about it. So wouldn't it make you feel better if you just paid them?"
"I've gotta admit that I hated it like hell when I thought I was getting ripped off. You're right about that. I'll say this. You know just what points to bring up to be effective."
"Then how about it, my dear?"
"All right, all right," he laughed. "I'll take care of it. I'll write out a check in the full amount to your collection agency."
"You're a dear, a regular dear," she said.
The beautiful blonde leaned forward and kissed Ken Storm's lips. After she withdrew them. Ken looked at her and smiled.
"Maybe you'd better not kiss me again," he said. "It's costing me too much."
He handed over a check to Norma to cover the debt owed to Apex Carpet Company, after which they both got dressed and walked back into the den. Ken turned the television on and went back to watching the football game. He offered his beautiful blonde guest a beer, but she tactfully declined.
"I've really got to be getting home now," she smiled.
"Don't you want to at least watch the end of the game?" Ken asked, a look of disappointment surfacing in his eyes.
She paused momentarily. After all, she had gotten all that she'd wanted from Ken, and so, since watching the rest of the football game with him obviously meant something to Ken, who was lonely and distraught with his wife and children gone to Mexico, she decided to comply.
"All right, I'll do that," she smiled, easing her seductive body down into the sofa.
"That's good, that's good," he said. "We'll watch it together and I can make my patented football observations."
"That's fine. You really know what you're talking about," she smiled.
"You know what you're talking about, too, kid. Whether it be in bed or on the subject of finance. You really know how to get your points across."
Norma said nothing. She instead focused her eyes on the large Advent television screen, where the football game was reaching its final stages.
CHAPTER SIX
Fresh from having scored another major financial triumph by getting Ken Storm to honor his financial obligations. Norma Kenyon's boss, Guy Harmon, was ecstatic.
It was two days following her great success with Storm and as she sat in Harmon's office, he puffed on his cigar and contemplated her next case.
"I'm gonna throw as many tough ones at you as I can," he told her. "I mean, just as long as everything goes this well. This has been beautiful. I mean, the way you've gone after these last two guys. It's really been something."
"I guess I've been more than a little lucky," she shrugged.
"It's been a hell of a lot more than luck, honey. Of course, in this business you need all the luck you can get, but in your case I'd be willing to say that luck wasn't that much of a factor. No, not at all. You've just done a job, sweetheart. You've done a beautiful job."
"Thank you. I appreciate that."
"There's another one that I'm gonna send you after," he smiled. "As a matter-of-fact, this is a real toughie. But I think if anybody can nail him, you can."
"Who is he?"
"Name's Taber. Steve Taber."
"Steve Taber?"
"That's right," Guy Harmon nodded. "The name ring a bell?"
"I should say it does," she promptly exclaimed. "Isn't he the big banking magnate?"
"That's right. An international playboy. That's the guy."
"Oh, damned. Steve Taber. What is it that he owes?"
"He owes almost the full price of an Italian sports car that he bought from Martin Imports here in the city."
"What happened?"
"I guess he got a little drunk and smashed the thing up. I mean smashed it bad. Folded right up like an accordion."
"So what's the problem? It wasn't the company's fault that he got drunk and smashed up the car."
"I know, but he looks at it a little differently."
"How does he see it?"
"Oh, he got all teed off. He said it didn't have the cornering ability they advertised it had. Mr. Martin told me that's a lot of baloney. He said that under those circumstances, driving as fast as he was and on the kind of narrow road he was, he couldn't expect anything other than to smash it up. Especially since he was drunk and his coordination wasn't as good as what it could be otherwise."
"That makes sense to me. "Makes sense to everybody but Steve Taber."
"You mean he just won't pay?"
"That's right."
"But that's ridiculous. This guy's got to be in the high millions if not at the low billions with all the assets he's got in all these banks across the United States. His father was one of the leading financial wizards in the whole country. And he inherited all that."
"I know, I know, but here's the thing about Steve Taber. Here's what Mr. Martin told me. He has this perverted sense of justice. I mean, he's convinced that it's a question of honor, and that he shouldn't pay for the car. It's ridiculous but that's how it is, even though what he owes shouldn't mean all that much to him. Certainly not in proportion to what he owns."
"I see. So he's a real toughie."
"That's right, but if anybody can get through to him, I'm convinced that it's you."
"He's still in town now?"
"He just got back," Guy Harmon nodded. "He was spending a few weeks on the French Riviera. So now he's holed up in his yacht Right off of Lake Michigan. So here's what I think you ought to do, honey. I think you ought to go down there and have a talk with him."
"Very well," she smiled. "I'll do my best"
"So far your best has been very good indeed," Guy Harmon smiled at her.
"Well, let's see if it's good enough this time."
For the next few days the beautiful blonde lay stretched out in a white bikini. She kept on sunning her body, doing it gradually, seeking to avoid the harsh rays of the sun and thereby prevent sunburn. Instead she took to the sun gradually and, as a result, her skin registered a coppery glow.
All the while, as she lay stretched out on the beach, she was forced to fend off the frontal assaults on the part of scores of men, all of whom wanted to get to know her.
She kept periodically staring in the direction of the yacht that belonged to the playboy Steve Taber. So far she had seen very little action at all. Several of the crew members occasionally would leave the boat, then return, but so far she had seen no signs of Taber whatsoever.
It was her fourth full day on the beach when, finally, she observed a tall, slender man with light brown hair that contained just dabs of gray at the temples exiting the boat. She knew immediately, even before he approached her, that it was Steve Taber. She had seen his picture so many times in CHicago society pages. As he exited the boat, his curious eyes caught their first glimpse of her.
Steve Taber talked for several members to some crew members, who then walked away. After that he turned and moved toward Norma, who looked her stunning best as she lay stretched out in her white bikini. Her body had been tanned to a coppery exquisiteness, and she felt confident about attracting this handsome playboy, whose romantic exploits had made headlines around the world.
"Good afternoon," he called out in a smooth, rhapsodic tone.
She decided that to succumb quickly would be fatal in the case of this man, who was used to getting his own way with woman based upon his solid economic footing. She decided that the way to approach him was to make the occasion a challenge for him, to give the impression that she was not the least bit vulnerable.
"Hello," she replied unenthusiastically.
She watched as he sat down on the sand next to her, grinning broadly as he stared into her eyes.
"I must say that you're the best-looking scenery in all of Lake Michigan," he said.
"Thank you," she replied in the same unenthusiastic tone, turning her head away.
"Say, can't we be friends?"
"I don't even know you," she eyed him coldly.
"That can be easily remedied. My name is
"You'd be surprised."
"Why the nastiness? I don't understand it."
"Let me put it this way," she said calmly. "It's just that I don't like it when somebody comes on this fast. It makes me think that I'm being taken advantage of."
"I see. Well, what would you think if I just asked you to come aboard my yacht?" He gestured toward his yacht with a sweep of his hand. "I mean, just to have a drink and be a little sociable. I could open up a bottle of champagne and we could just talk for a little while. Does that sound all that bad?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Taber, or whatever you say your name is, but I've really got to be going," she said, easing her body upward from her towel. He watched as she bent over and picked up her towel. His cock hardened appreciably as he stared at the seductive shapeliness of her ripe ass cheeks as seen through the outline of her bikini bottoms. The wealthy playboy also got a good look at her long, sensuously flowing legs, her smooth, pillarly thighs, and magnificently tapered ankles.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" he asked, his voice rising with impatience.
"I've got to be getting home," she said.
"Oh, come on. You just won't be sociable at all."
"I've got to be going," she exclaimed steadfastly.
"All right, if you do, you do," he shook his head with disappointment. "Good-bye, Norma"
"Good-bye."
"Will I see you again?"
"I don't know," Norma shrugged.
"You gonna be here tomorrow?"
"I might make it for a little while in the afternoon."
"I see."
He watched as Norma strolled into the distance. His eyes never lost sight of her until she completely vanished.
As she climbed into her Volare and drove back to her apartment, the beautiful blonde could not help but feel pleased. She was convinced that she was following the proper strategy where this handsome but spoiled financial magnate was concerned. She had to, she felt, make him become significantly intrigued concerning her in order to maximize her chances of success. Yes, she knew, she would definitely be back the next day. On that occasion she would prove more amenable to suggestion.
The middle of the following afternoon, the beautiful blonde returned in her white bikini, stretching out on the same strip of Lake Michigan that she had occupied the day before, next to Steve Taber's yacht.
After she had been lying on her towel in the sand for a little better than an hour, she observed the slender figure of the handsome playboy emerging.
"Hello there," he grinned. "How is everything. Norma?"
"Hello," Norma responded. "I'm glad you're back."
"Thank you."
"Listen, you know, I extended an invitation to you yesterday," he proceeded cautiously. "I want you to know that it still stands. How about coming on my boat and having a glass of champagne with me?"
"I suppose so."
"Now we're getting somewhere," he smiled. "I'd like to call a truce."
"Is a truce necessary?"
"I think it is. I mean, on your part anyway. You've been treating me kind of nasty. Norma."
"Have I?"
"Let's say cold."
"Let's say that a girl lying in a bikini on a strip of beach has to look after herself."
"I'd say you look after yourself very well," he told her laughingly.
Several minutes later they were seated in the splendor of a large, fully carpeted room, which contained a bar and piped-in FM music. NOrma could clearly see the bulge in the horny playboy's trousers as he sat in a chair several feet away from her, his eyes sparkling with wild excitement every time that they combed up and down her body, examining every curvaceous line.
"You sure are a fascinating woman," he said. "I mean, you know, you acted like you hadn't even heard of me when I mentioned who I was."
"Oh, I'd heard the name."
"At least that's reassuring. I like to think that I'm not completely unknown around the city of Chicago."
"I don't imagine you're unknown much in any place."
He burst into loud laughter. "That's true, that's very true," he said. "By the way, how's the champagne?"
Norma pressed the glass to her lips, letting some of its contents ease down her throat.
"It's very good."
"It should be. It's about as expensive a champagne as you can get," he grinned. "Say, why don't you drink up. I'd like to show you around the rest of the ship."
"All right"
Norma smiled demurely. Little by little she was purposely letting her guard down. She felt as if she was playing her cards in a completely correct manner as far as Steve Taber was concerned.
She got up and began to walk beside Taber, who led her down a flight of steps and into a semi-darkened room that contained only one small light. She saw a huge screen at one end of the room and a large circular bed in the other. Norma watched as the handsome playboy flicked on a switch.
"Might as well get a little entertainment while we're at it," he grinned.
He eased his body downward onto the bed, stretching out on top of it.
"Why don't you sit down," he suggested.
Rather than throwing herself on top of the bed next to Steve Taber, however, the beautiful blonde sat down in a straight-backed chair, eyeing the screen ahead.
She looked over at Taber, flashing him a curious expression. He merely grinned.
"Just watch it," he said, pointing toward the screen. "You're gonna see an interesting film."
No sooner were the words out of Taber's mouth than the screen became activated by the presence of a naked young man lying in the middle of a bed, pumping up and down on the full length of his long, excited cock.
The beautiful blonde watched as the young man on the screen ceased his masturbatory efforts. He smiled brightly as a dazzling red-haired young woman strolled into the room. She was wearing nothing other than her crisp white panties and matching brassiere. Soon the beautiful redhead was lying on top of the bed, her ass cheeks and hips seductively wiggling as she impatiently pulled off her panties. After that the camera closed in on her as she undid the straps of her brassiere, tossing the bra aside and letting her firm, ivory breasts pop free.
"What's going on here?" Norma exclaimed irritably. "You've got a lot of nerve, Steve, doing something like this."
"Come on and watch," Steve Taber grinned. "Just look at what's going on here. It makes for interesting viewing."
She said nothing more, concentrating her attention once again on the screen. The beautiful redhead stretched out on her back, extending her legs, smiling appreciatively as the handsome young man propelled his body forward.
The man reached down and made a grab for the redhead's smooth, warm thighs. As he let his fingers press tightly against them, he shoved his body forward, beginning to glide his long. rubbery shaft toward her open and vulnerable pussy.
As the camera moved in for a close-up of the young man's initial penetration as he propelled his hard, stinging cock deep inside the gorgeous redhead's vagina. Norma looked over toward Steve Taber and observed that he was unzipping his trousers. Before she knew it he had reached inside his pants and pulled out his long, excited phallus, which he began to pump up and down on with great diligence and excitement.
"OH, DAMNED, OOOHHH, WATCHING THESE MOVIES EXCITES ME SO MUCH," he chuckled. "HONEY, LOOK AT MY BIG PRICK. I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT IT. THIS HAS GOT TO TURN YOU ON. ISN'T IT FANTASTIC? JUST LOOK AT MY HARD-ON. COME ON, HONEY, WATCH IT."
"You're disgusting," she shrieked. "Just what do you think I am, some kind of whore or something? You figure all you've got to do is show me a sexy movie and pull out your cock and I'm gonna get excited. Well, you've got another thought coming."
"Come on, don't be such a silly prude," he chuckled. "Just look at my prick. Just watch the action on the screen. Tell you what. Just shift those eyes back and forth. Watch a little of that, then a little of me. That'll turn you on. That'll turn you on if nothing else will. But I figure you're getting turned on right now. You might be getting angry, but it's probably because your emotions are running away with you."
"Don't second guess me."
"Oh, yeah, just look at my prick. Come on, honey, fasten those beautiful blue eyes of yours toward it."
Even though she was attempting to pretend that she was mortified by what was happening. Norma Kenyon could not help but enjoy the invigorating sight of Steve Taber's blue-veined stiffness as his fingers moved up and down the full length of his hard, rigid pole.
"Just take a look at this thing," he laughed. "Oh, yeah, this is some cock. A nice long, firm cock. A beautiful prick."
She listened to his loud grunting sounds as his fingers kept on manipulating sharply against the bloated warmth of his firm, aroused penis. Her eyes then shifted toward the action on the screen, in which the young man was pumping it to the beautiful redhead with great vigor, letting his stiff prick slash back and forth as it worked into the rubbery, clasping depths of the beautiful girl's velvety, fleecy womb.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The heat began to mount between the beautiful blonde's firm, warm, coppery thighs as she watched the action that was taking place both on the screen and on the bed nearby.
She sat there in her skimpy white bikini, watching as the man on the screen continued to grind his hard, steadfast cock into the intimate depths of the red-haired woman's tight pussy.
Norma watched the beautiful girl grind her buttocks appreciatively, letting them wiggle back and forth as she received the quick, thudding sounds of her lover's cock. He kept on burying it into the deep, intimate portals of her palpitating womb as he pushed himself that much closer to the state of a wild and frenzied climax.
While she watched the action on the screen, she could hear the heavy gasping sounds of her host. Steve Taber kept on sliding his fingers up and down his hard, determined cock. The quicker that his fingers plunged against the warmth of his penis, the more determined he became to ultimately experience the bountiful joys of his beautiful guest's body. It was just a question of time, he determined, but for the moment he would see to it that she was turned on through external stimulus to the ultimate extent possible.
The faster that the action unfolded on screen, the quicker that his plunging fingers moved as they glided up and down the swollen base of his sturdy, blue-veined organ.
"OOOHHH, ARE THEY EVER GOING AT IT," he gulped. "JUST LOOK AT 'EM BALL. OH, HONEY, IS THIS EVER GREAT. LOOK AT THAT GUY SHOVE HIS PRICK IN THAT GIRL'S PUSSY. AAAHHH, HE'S ABOUT TO EXPLODE. HE'S CLOSE. HE'S CLOSE. HE'S SO DAMNED CLOSE."
Several minutes later the camera closed in for another revealing close-up. Beads of sweat rolled down both sides of the young man's face as his sharply cannonading cock kept on driving into the undulating warmth of his lover's pistoning body as she flung her hips back and forth and pushed her pussy up to meet his quick, forceful strokes. Several speedy, plunging strokes later the juices just had to explode from the young man's cock.
He unloaded his balls with one quick, determined forward stab. The camera closed in once more as the stimulating droplets of thick, white fluid exploded from the end of the man's piercing, erect member.
"OOOHHH, HE'S OFF, HE'S OFF, IT'S BEAUTIFUL," Steve Taber grunted. "JUST LOOK AT IT. AAAHHH, IT EXCITES ME TO WATCH IT. IT EXCITES YOU, TOO, HONEY."
Taber eventually jumped up from the sofa and shut off the movie with the flick of a switch.
"It was all over anyway," he said. "There's another movie on after that, but I figure we've seen enough."
Norma sat there in her chair, watching as Steve Taber approached. He licked his lips with lascivious anticipation, then reached out and grabbed her by the hands, pulling her to her feet.
"Let's have a close look at that beautiful body," he said.
"Stop it," she snapped. "You don't own me."
"Of course I don't. I just want to have a little fun with you."
"That's what I mean. You're treating me like I'm your possession or something."
"While a woman's getting balled by a man, I guess she is his temporary possession anyway. But that doesn't mean she has to be miserable about it. As a matter-of-fact, quite the contrary. You're turned on, hon y. I know you are. I could see those expressions on your face when you'd look at my hard cock and when you'd watch that guy on the screen sending his prick deep inside that beautiful redhead's pussy. Sure you're hot. Hot and bothered. You need some action. You need it from somebody like me. And I'm here to supply it. Believe me. I'm as ready as I could ever be."
He led her over to the bed, pushing her toward it. His surprise push caused her to propell quickly downward where she landed atop the bed with a lurid plop.
Norma heaved a deep gasp, her hips and legs twitching as she watched her pursuer immediately descend toward the bed. He dove and landed on top of her, immediately pushing his fingers tightly against the top of her bikini. It was only a matter of moments before his sharply insistent fingers ground their way over the white material of her bikini top and against the warm, titillating flesh of her searing white boobs.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, WHAT TITS," he sighed loudly. "OOOHHH. I LOVE FINGERING THEM. WHAT A FEELING, WHAT A FEELING, OHHHH, IT'S GLORIOUS. HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE PUSHING MY FINGERS AGAINST YOUR HOT TITS. WHAT A MAGNIFICENT EXPERIENCE. OHHHH, I'M TURNED ON, AM I TURNED ON."
He kept pushing his fingers tightly against the warmth of her boobs. Steve Taber released them a few seconds later, upon which he undid the straps of her bikini top.
"Your tits haven't been under the sun," he laughed. "The rest of you has. But what gorgeous boobs. Damned, I've got to do something with them."
His fingers firmly kneaded the resilient flesh of her breasts. He manipulated his fingers in the manner of a baker taking command of a chunk of dough. Back and forth he let his probing fingers clutch and twist as they moved sharply against the enticing warmth of her breasts. Norma decided that it would be futile to put up a protest. Besides, she recognized, there was really nothing to protest. Any verbal oppostion would be no more than an act on her part. She was most certainly turned on by the presence of this handsome man and was intent upon making certain that he experienced the ultimate in sensuality. She could see that the more often she succumbed, the easier it was getting. At first she had tried to tell herself that all of this was being done in the realm of business and that these debtors were only being allowed some sexual thrills as a means of weakening their resistance. But now that she was doing it for the third time she could see that her whole body was beginning to smolder and become aroused to a feverish point every time that she was in the presence of a handsome and dynamic man.
She kept on feeling his cutting fingers pushing against the warmth of her captivated breasts. Back and forth her tits flounced and wiggled as they responded to his frantic touch. Even though she could feel a certain amount of pain as a result of his movements, she did not mind it at all. As a matter-of-fact it only served to enhance the overall state of eroticism that she felt from his quick, tingly movements as his fingers probed and slid over her firm, white breasts.
"Oh, damned, what tits, what tits, what glorious tits," he sighed.
He let his fingers finally sink against her erect nipples. They felt like firm pebbles as he pushed his fingers against them, recognizing just how truly excited this beautiful woman was as he took command of her with his rapidly probing strokes.
"OOOHHH, YOU ARE TURNED ON," he sighed. "YOU LOVE IT. OHHH, YOU LOVE THE WAY I'M TOUCHING YOU. I CAN TELL IT."
"How can you tell?"
"Those nipples are as stiff as a board. Your tits are flinging like crazy. You're sensuous, all right, just as sensuous as you're built. I figured you would be."
His dancing fingers continued to pry and twist, working alternately between her nipples and boobs. When he finally removed them from her nipples, he let them comb down her flesh to her stomach and, finally, to her bikini bottoms.
With one swift, resolute tug, the supremely confident Steve Taber glided the filmy material down her legs and off of her altogether.
Now that she was lying there vulnerably exposed on her back, he reached down and made a grab for her firm thighs. He held on tightly to them, then parted them as he stared down at the curly tufts of her blond pubic curls, under which resided the pinkness of her already dampened vagina.
"What a delicious-looking cunt," he said. Just about the time that the beautiful blonde was convinced that Steve Taber was about to go down on her, he released his fingers from her thighs and jumped up from the bed. She stared up at him with surprise, watching as he rapidly removed his clothes.
"I'm gonna get as naked as you," he said. "It just wouldn't be fair if I wasn't."
Norma expected him to execute another flying leap and wind up with his naked body pressing against hers, but instead he grabbed her hands once more, bringing her quickly to her feet.
Steve held onto her left hand as he guided her out of the room and into a tiny passageway.
They executed a sharp turn, after which she was peering at a marble sunken tub which was filled with water.
"It's time for us to bathe together," he laughed. "If there's one thing I like to do, it's run soap over a beautiful woman and get her nice and clean."
He pulled the blonde beauty downward with him into the warmth of the sunken tub. She watched as he leaned over and picked up a fresh bar of soap, which he immediately put to work as he shoved it quickly against her firm, conical breasts.
"Yeah, this is where it's at," he laughed. "Some guys just want to jump on a gal and immediately fuck her. Me. I like to do more. I like to have me plenty of fun along the way. That's what we're having right now. Yes, we're having plenty of fun."
He kept on rubbing with the soap, watching as the suds accumulated while it came into brisk contact with her prickly skin. The beautiful blonde could feel waves of excitement manifesting throughout her entire body, particularly between her legs, in the telltale dampness of her pink, excited, velvety vagina.
Her ass cheeks wiggled with delectable joy and excitement as she lay there in the water. Her legs kicked unrestrainedly, making waves as he kept on pushing the soap against the warmth of her breasts.
As soon as Steve Taber released the soap from her breasts, he gestured toward her soap-suds-studded tits.
"Okay, let's rinse 'em off now," he said.
With that Taber promptly laid the soap aside, grabbing hold of her boobs and pushing her body downward and into the water as she let out a half-laugh, half-shriek.
"You're too much," she gasped. "You act like a playful little boy."
"I am kind of like a little boy," he said, "except for one difference. I sure don't fuck like a little boy. I fuck like a grown man, a horny man, a man who can't wait."
"I agree."
"Of course, I'm gonna wait until I slip it in. I'm just gonna have myself plenty of fun along the way."
After the soap suds were rinsed off of her bountiful breasts, Steve Taber picked up the bar of soap once more. He thoroughly cleansed her armpits, then pushed the soap downward between her legs to the warmth of her fleecy pubic vee.
"OOOHHH. OOOHHHH, THAT TINGLES," she sighed.
The beautiful blonde's legs were widely extended as she kicked into the water, curling her toes and heaving deep sighs of unabated excitement.
"OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP, KEEP IT UP," she grunted. "OOOHHH, I MIGHT HAVE AN ORGASM THIS WAY. OOOHHH, I'M GETTING SO CLOSE, SO CLOSE. THE WAY YOU'RE PUSHING THAT SOAP AROUND. OHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. I LOVE THE WAY IT DANCES. OHHHH, AAAHHH, TURN ME ON, YES. TURN ME ON."
He kept on pushing the soap against the wet, intimate folds of her throbbing vagina. She kept kicking her legs against the water until, finally. Norma felt the flood tide break through between her firm legs. The exploding juices just had to shoot from her inflamed pussy.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I'M GOING, GOING, GOING," she sighed. "OOOHHH, IT'S SHOOTING, OHHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. OHHH, BABY, OHHHH, THAT SOAP. OOOHHH, HOW YOU TURN ME ON WITH IT."
He laughed loudly, enjoying the sight of her wiggling body and her writhing ass cheeks as the juices spurted from her pussy. After that he watched as she rinsed off her cunt inside the water.
Steve Taber's next move was to take her by surprise as he shoved the bar of soap forward, letting it land against the tight crack of her anus.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YOU'RE GOOSING ME," she laughed.
"Of course I am. It feels good, doesn't it?"
"I just don't believe it. I can't believe what's happening to me."
"You're turned on. I'm turned on. We're both turned on and it's beautiful."
He kept on shoving the soap against the warmth of her asshole. By the time that he released it, he handed it to his blonde lover.
"Soap down my hard cock," he pointed proudly.
He stood up in the tub, continuing to point toward his stiff, erect cock.
Norma's eyes widened as she observed the blue-vined stiffness of his solid, mammoth organ. She wanted to please him, and was happy to have an opportunity to touch his cock. She slid the soap up and down the full length of his firm erection as he extended his legs slightly and heaved loud, deep gasps of sensual exhilaration.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHHH, THIS REALLY TURNS A MAN ON," he told her. "SWEETHEART, OHHHH, MY PRICKS'S ON FIRE. MY BIG, LONG, JUICY COCK. GO AHEAD, OOOHHH, KEEP UP THAT NICE ACTION. HOW I LOVE IT."
She continued the rapid-fire cadence of her movements as she ground the whiteness of the wet soap against the firm length of his elongated shaft, which she knew would probably be bludgeoning her pussy in just a short period of time. The knowledge of the fact that she would be experiencing his penis on an even more intimate scale later only served to excite her that much more and caused her heart to pulsate with increasing rapidity as the soap worked its way up and down the length of his steely shaft.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, KEEP TURNING ME ON," he sighed. "BABY, OHHHH, I LOVE IT. OHHH, KEEP IT GOING. UP AND DOWN. YES. UP AND DOWN. WORK IT UP AND DOWN. OHHHH, SLIDE IT AGAINST MY SHAFT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE THE FUCKING, OHHHH. I REALLY LOVE IT."
The soap suds continued to accumulate until, finally, the beautiful blonde, strictly of her own volition, released the bar of soap from his stiff, agitated prick and let it go to work against the warmth of his leathery testicles.
Norma loved watching his ball sacs appreciably inflate as she pushed the soap against them time and again. It was like watching two huge, swollen balloons and she liked the feeling of knowing that she was controlling the action through the movements of the soap.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE LEARNING, OOOHHH, YOU'RE LEARNING SO FAST," he sighed. "HONEY, OOOHHH. KEEP IT UP. OOOHHH PUSH THAT SOAP. YES. PUSH IT AGAINST MY BALLS. WHAT A FEELING, OOOHHH DAMNED, IT'S BEAUTIFUL. HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING."
She continued the same flowing movements for several more minutes, by which time Steve realized just how closely he was moving to the state of a thunderous climax.
"Let go right now," he finally told her.
The beautiful blonde released the soap from his balls. He smiled at her brightly, then eased his body downward back into the tub. She watched him extend his legs as he let the warm water rinse the soap suds from his elongated penis and testicles. Several times Steve Taber anxiously reached down with both hands and let his fingers astutely glide against the warmth of his stirring cock.
When he removed his fingers finally from his hard cock, Steve jumped up from the water and exited the tub.
"Come on, honey, and I'll dry you off," he said.
Steve held a clean white towel in his hands. She noticed the expression of impatience in his eyes, indicating just how eager he was to get on to even more intimate action.
She eased her body upward from the tub, moving slowly up the steps, enjoying the fact that she was titillating him no end by the seductive manner in which she let her hips dramatically flounce and her buttocks wiggle.
"Oh, damned, what a shape," he exclaimed. "What a fantastic butt you've got, honey. Ohhh, it's really something. That sweet, whole body is. The first time I saw that ass wiggle when you were lying there on the beach. That's when I knew I just had to get to know you. Oh, yeah, it was just a question of time. Just a question of time before I'd go absolutely ape."
She loved listening to the heavy panting sounds emanating from her thoroughly aroused lover as he reached out with the clean white towel and let it grab hold of the moon-like surface of her ass cheeks. He pushed and pinched with the towel, letting it grind against her captivated buttocks as her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched.
"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS GOOD," she sighed.
"I love those movements," he declared. "Go ahead, honey. Keep moving that hot behind of yours. Move it back and forth. Yes, this is so good. Ahhhh, how I love it. I really love it."
After drying off her ass cheeks, he continued to move the towel up and down her legs. Just coming into contact with the warmth of her firm skin caused Steve Taber's heart to flutter as he looked forward to completing the act of drying her off, then moving back into the other room.
Finally, after drying her from the waist down, Steve reached out and let the towel dry off her tits and stomach. Eventually he took the same towel and dried off his own body, after which he moved his body toward hers. He planted his fingers firmly against her ripe, slightly writhing ass cheeks as he shoved his lips forward. As he let his lips plunge against hers, he simultaneously shoved the warmth of his firm, hairy chest against her upthrusting breasts.
Once that tits converged with chest in a sea of merging passion, their bodies undulated and shoved against each other with ripe, rapacious determination and joy.
As his chest continued to smother the warmth of her boobs, he pushed his spirited tongue forward, letting it work its way inside the wet intimacy of her red cavernous mouth.
She loved the way in which his tongue frantically took charge, darting and sliding, working into the wet inner depths of her velvety mouth. Tongue kept pressing against tongue in an impromptu crescendo of symphonic bliss. She loved the manner in which he completely dominated, his spirited tongue rhythmically sliding and twisting against hers as she felt the intense waves of sensual heat continue to abound between her warm, quivering legs.
Eventually he released his tongue from her mouth, after which he threw his arm around her body and walked side by side with her into the other room.
It was just a matter of seconds before he threw his arms around her body, letting them continue to clasp tightly as he shoved their bodies downward simultaneously toward the bed, where they landed with a loud thud.
Their hot breath merged once more in the form of a steaming tongue kiss as he pushed his cascading red digit into her mouth, letting it glide against the wetness of her tongue. They kept on driving their wet tongues back and forth against each other until they reached a state of feverish mutual passion.
He released his tongue from her mouth, deciding that it was time to enjoy some additional brands of sensation. His ringing tongue connected with her breasts as he whipped it back and forth. As he did so, her whole body came unglued, her hips and buttocks writhing under the steaming, cannonading influnence of his scraping tongue, which continued to twist and thrust as it made intimate contact with the firmness of her skin.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HONEY, WHAT A TITS SUCKER," she gasped. "MY DARLING, OOOHHH, HOW YOU CAN DO IT. OHHHH, HOW THAT TONGUE OF YOURS CAN MOVE. I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. KEEP ON MOVING IT. YES, KEEP ON GLIDING IT. OOOHHH, LET IT SMOLDER. LET IT SMOLDER AGAINST MY TITS. OHHH, I LOVE IT."
Her body swept upward from the waist up as she let her ripely undulating tits shove toward his face. All the while his steaming, cannonading tongue kept on driving with ringing passion, manipulating against the intimate warmth of her breasts. Occasionally he would let his tongue glide and tease against the pebble-like hardness of her nipples, and all the while she kept on sighing and gasping, extending her legs widely and kicking with her feet against the bed beneath her.
"OOOHHH. OOOHHH, KEEP TURNING ME ON," she sighed loudly. "DARLING, OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP MOVING THAT HOT TONGUE. I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, I LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME. KEEP SINKING IT, OOOHHH, PLANT IT, PLANT IT AGAINST MY TITS. SWEETHEART, OOOHHH, IT'S SO GOOD, SO GOOD, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT SO MUCH. OOOHHH, TONGUE ME THERE, TONGUE ME, REALLY TONGUE ME."
While the steady tongue serenade continued as he let it glide and twist against the warmth of her breasts and nipples, he reached down and made a move toward her ass cheeks. As they writhed and twisted in his firm grasp, he let them squeeze against her ripe, silky ass globes. The tighter that he pushed with his firmly responsive fingers, the more rapidly he glided his inflamed tongue as it kept on pushing time and again against the wet intimacy of her breasts and nipples.
A few moments later he released his tongue from her warm, moist boobs. He pushed it downward, this time letting it tease with snake-like earnestness as it ground meticulously against her navel.
The movement of tongue pistoning against navel caused the beautiful blonde to turn on with appreciable excitement. She liked the way that he was teasing her with his steady tongue strokes, which kept on devouring her enticingly.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, THIS IS SO GOOD," she sighed. "KEEP IT UP, OHHHH, KEEP IT UP. JUST KEEP ON DRIVING IT, BABY. HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS SO GOOD. TONGUE ME, TONGUE ME, TONGUE ME. IT'S BEAUTIFUL. OOOHHH, YOU REALLY ARE TURNING ME ON. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, DO IT, DO IT, REALLY DO IT."
Her hips and ass cheeks kept on wiggling seductively as he ground his tongue against her navel for several more seconds. When he finally released it, he let it push its way underneath her left arm. His tongue cascaded against the warmth of her armpit, and once again he had the blonde beauty right where he wanted her, in the throes of naked, lascivious passion.
"OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE IS ENCHANTING," she grunted. "OOOHHH, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO HYPNOTIZE WITH YOUR TONGUE, DARLING. OHHHH, AAAHHH, STROKE ME. STROKE ME WITH YOUR HOT TONGUE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THE WAY IT'S SLIDING. SWEETHEART, OOOHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL ACT. OHHH, GO AHEAD, OHHHH, KEEP DOING IT, OOHHH, DO IT TO ME, DO IT, DO IT, DO IT."
His tongue shifted quickly from one armpit to the other, after which he would once more repeat the process. Finally he released his tongue from her armpits altogether, and when he did he reached down with the fingers of both hands and let them grind with tight urgency as they pushed against the warmth of her cascading thighs.
By then the blonde beauty was atremble with excitement, and she could feel the waves of thundering need building with acute desire between her legs in her inflamed, soggy, desire-filled pussy.
"OHHHHH, I NEED YOU, I NEED YOU, I NEED YOU," she blurted loudly. "MY DARLING, OOOHHH, KEEP TURNING ON. KEEP TURNING ON WITH ME. WHAT A FEELING. OOOHHH. IT'S GLORIOUS, OOHHHH, I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT'S GREAT, OOOHHH, DARLING, DO IT TO ME, OOOHHH, DO IT TO ME, DO IT TO ME, DO IT TO ME."
His fingers kept on stroking her thighs and ankles, moving up and down with vigorous authority. She loved the fact that he possessed a good deal of strength in his fingers, which kept on squeezing and kneading the warmth of her quivering flesh.
Beads of perspiration started to stain her thighs and ankles as his fingers continued to squeeze and glide against her thighs and ankles. When he released his fingers from her legs, he looked down at the enticing softness of her fleecy pubic vee.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Steve Taber kept on staring at the delectable sight of Norma's palpitating pink pussy.
He walked over toward a nearby table, picking up a bottle and holding it in his right hand as he walked back toward the bed. He opened the bottle, then began to dab some of its contents against his beautiful lover's smooth, pillarly thighs.
"Some of the most fragrant French perfume one can find," he looked at Norma and winked.
"You think of everything."
"You bet I do. I'm all out for sex, honey. It means a lot to me so I make certain that I get all I can in the way of stirring excitement."
"Yes, I can certainly believe that."
He inhaled the scent of the invigorating perfume, then put the cap back on the container. Steve walked back to the table, placed the perfume bottle on it, then returned to the bed. He reached down and let his fingers run up and down the full length of his blue-veined staff several times, after which he released them, then prepared to move into action with his beautiful blonde lover.
His sharply darting fingers pushed forward with assiduous resolution as he let them hook against the trembling coppery flesh of his lover's lusty naked thighs. He determinedly pried her smooth, trim tighs apart, then licked his lips as he slowly examined the deliciously enticing sight of her nakedly splayed legs and the inviting, pink, moist gash that rested between them.
As the playboy's sturdy fingers continued to curl solidly around his lover's smooth, trim legs, he began to observe once again the dazzling shapeliness of her wiggling buttocks, so firmly rounded, like smooth, gigantic melons.
He moved his fingers downward, allowing them to pinch with astute rapidity against her searing white ass flesh. Steve slapped her buttocks several times, laughing as he watched with mounting joy while they began to redden. All the while Steve Taber continued to lick his lips, anticipating some quick, well-timed tongue activity.
Eventually the handsome playboy propelled his quick tongue forward, working it down between his lover's generously parted, smoothly tapered thighs and toward her juicy pink twat, which had accumulated a good deal in the way of soggy moisture during the last few minutes from all the stirring excitement that Steve had imparted to her.
Steve's first few slow, exploratory movements were directed toward the beautiful Norma's moist blond cuntal hairs. All it took was a little friction between his steaming, well-controlled tongue and his lover's moist vanilla pubic hairs to drive her into a seething inferno of combustible anxiety. All the while her well-rounded, shapely ass globes quivered with the same degree of enthusiastic joy as they had before. Steve could see that he had obviously ignited a series of sparks within the beautiful blonde's body.
He loved watching the steady crescendo of spontaneously generated buttocks twisting as he spiritedly applied his tongue with ever-rising speed. After letting his soaring tongue slice against his lover's smooth, blond, matted pubic locks, he then decided that it was time to dig a little deeper and explore the forbidden portals of her pink, moist, pouting pussy lips, which seemed to stare up at him like a ravenous human being, begging in their own way for the kind of quick, probing attention that they eagerly desired.
As Steve Taber settled his head between his beautiful blonde lover's soft, supple thighs, he inhaled the scent of her furry muff. All he had to do was secure a few quick whiffs of her moist, musky womanliness and his heart began to immediately skip in accelerating leaps and bounds, making him more determined than ever to excite her.
Norma's hips rocked with steady, unflagging sensuality as she braced herself, preparing to receive her lover's first few plunging tongue thrusts.
"Get ready for some wild pussy licking," he winked.
"You've got a lot of confidence in yourself."
"The confidence is a result of having achieved. Honey, there are a few things in this world that I consider myself a real expert at, and sex is one of them. I've done it with beauties all over the world. I've always been selective and I'd have to rate you right at the top."
"Flattery will get you everywhere."
"It's everywhere that I'm seeking to get," he winked once more, laughing loudly.
Steve's long, fiery, red tongue tensed slightly over the exhilarating prospect of sliding downward toward his lover's moistly delectable slit.
Slowly he let his fingers slither against her wet, fleecy pubic vee. He enjoyed the finger contact, but it only served to accentuate the excitement that rippled through his body as he got set to put his savory tongue to work with invigorating determination.
As he eased his tongue forward, his lover's firm, sensuous hips began dancing eagerly while his stiffly projecting red tongue blasted away, generating additional steam with each stroke, pushing and sliding his dazzling partner closer to the moment when he would be able to taste her delicious cuntal stream.
His spirited tongue kept rotating frenziedly against Norma's damp and lecherously alive slit petals, and soon there was no holding back where either of them was concerned. While his flailing tongue kept forging ahead unimpededly, slicing against his lover's juicy twat, Steve reached down and propelled his fingers sharply and briskly against the compact warmth of her well-rounded ass cheeks, which writhed with acute desire as he moved her that much nearer to his goal.
Norma did not know just how to react to her lover's explosive tongue assault. The faster that he drove his scintillating tongue inside her torrid box, the quicker that her body vibrate with increasing excitement. Yet, on the othe.-and, she hated to let him know just how excited she was getting over the whole thing. The beautiful blonde wanted to challenge him, to force him to put out even more, to drive her to the ultimate in the realm of tempestuous sexual adventure.
All the while his rapidly skewering tongue continued twisting and jerking as he propelled it inside the sweltering, moist confines of his beautiful lover's infatuated orifice. Finally the deluge hit as the slick, hot juices gushed voluminously from her seething snatch and into his hot mouth.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME," she sighed, her buttocks twisting and writhing more quickly than ever. "OOOHHH, OHHHHH, LOVER, MY LOVER, SUCK ME, OOOHHH, SUCK MY PUSSY. YES, OOOHHH, EAT MY BOX, OHHHH, DARLING. OOOHHHH, I WANT YOU TO EAT IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, EAT ME, EAT ME, EAT ME."
She shoved her crotch toward him, flinging her exploding snatch into his face as his recklessly gliding tongue splashed and twisted. He corralled every droplet of seething orgasmic fluid from her hot slit, then finally released his tongue from her mouth.
Norma watched his warm, quivering fingers reach down quickly toward his bulging crotch. Steve pulled and tugged at his huge, blood-engorged spear, exhibiting it proudly in both hands for his lover to see.
"Just look at this cock," he said. "Ahhh, just look at the size of it. Honey, I'm alive with excitement. Ohhh, damned, how I want you."
"Go to it, tiger," she challenged him smilingly. "Give it all you've got."
"Don't worry. You know, it might be tough to get you rolling, but once you get in the mood there's no stopping you."
"Am I what you'd call a slow starter?"
"A little. But not for long."
She lay there, her tensely simmering body stretched out in the bed, watching as her lover continued to grind his fingers up and down the full length of his bulging rod.
Eventually Steve released his fingers from his hard prick. He let them reach down and play with his lover's cheeky buttocks, watching as the beautiful Norma extended her damp, sweaty legs, which trembled with excitement.
His scalding, blue-veined spear pushed forward, determined to thoroughly dominate the warmly sensuous woman with the shimmering blonde hair and the voluptuous body.
He grunted and gasped as he shoved his dominating penis forward and let it find the mark for the first time inside of his lover's moist mound as she let out an animalistic mewl and grimaced.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU'RE REALLY FUCKING ME," she gasped. "OOOHHHH, IT'S LIKE A KNIFE CUTTING INTO ME. OOOOHHH, OHHHHHH, YOU CAN HURT, TOO, OOOHHH, YOU REALLY CAN."
"Maybe a little," he laughed, "but you can take it. As a matter-of-fact, you love it. I know you do. I know damned well I'm right."
He laughed loudly, mopped some sweat from his brow, then proceeded ahead once more. His muscles tightened with surging anxiety as his spearing efforts continued, his thickly probing shaft digging deep inside his lover's moist mound. Steve loved hearing the sounds of his steaming cock as it sliced against the soggy interior of his lover's velvety sheath. The delicious squishy sounds of his resounding, blue-veined member tearing deeply into her moist but tight cunt caused him to feel greater waves of passion than ever as his heart beat rapidly and he continued to grind his cock forward.
His hungry strokes began to cut through the beautiful blonde like a knife, and even though she could feel certain surging waves of pain in her tight, electrified, pink pussy from her lover's determined and steady strokes, down deep she could not help but feel accelerating waves of passionate excitement. The pleasure definitely outweighted the pain as Steve kept on hammering with his determined, bruising cock, letting it dominate every dewy crevice of her hot, moist mound.
"OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOT A SNAPPING PUSSY," he sighed. "HONEY. OHHHH, FIRE BACK. COME ON, FIRE BACK INTO ME. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THAT FEELS SO NICE. AAAHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD TO HAVE YOUR BUTT TWIST, TO HAVE YOU FUCK UP TO ME. COME ON, KEEP GRINDING THOSE ROLLING HIPS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I JUST LOVE THIS. WHAT FUCKING, OOOHHH, WHAT GLORIOUS, BEAUTIFUL FUCKING."
Steve's turgid, stiff prick continued blasting into the warm and compliant dampness of his lover's searing cuntal valley with unmitigated desire, and soon he knew he would be forced to explode. He could feel the tumultuous waves of plentiful hot juice that was stored up in his agitated, ever-swelling balls and ready to gush from the nub end of his fiery, blast-furnace cock.
He drilled his beautiful lover a few more times with rapier rapidity, then felt the tugging waves of need in his hairy scrotum rising more quickly than ever, letting him know in no uncertain terms that the juices would be inevitably pouring from the steaming end of his stinging shaft.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP FUCKING UP TO ME," he called out excitedly. "OOOHHH, BABY, DO YOU EVER LOVE IT. YOU'RE PERFECT FOR FUCKING. OHHHH. PERFECT. PERFECT, PERFECT."
He exalted in the way that Norma's hips flared up to meet his stiff, piston-like strokes, and eventually the scalding juices were set to pour effusively out of him.
As Steve's tempestuous body kept on jackknifing forward with surging, rock-hard desire, his beautiful lover's electrified body reacted sharply as if rocked with wildly quivering sensations. Her savory cunt was inflamed with searing desire and passionate wetness.
The beautiful Norma wrapped her warm, intense legs fervently around her lover's ribs as his dashing, hard prick pushed her to the verge of a wild climax of her own. Her hot breath started to come in increasingly shortening gasps as she rocked her warm, invigorated buttocks in response to every decisive forward plunge on Steve's part.
Eventually the blazing juices of womanhood started to pour effusively from the beautiful blonde's invigorated cunt. As her body began to frenziedly whip with greater pleasure than ever, her writhing hips moved in an enchanting crescendo of wild desire as Steve knew just how closely he had maneuvered his way to the moment of unswerving ecstasy when the thick, white juices would pour thunderously from the end of his emblazoned shaft.
"OOOHHH, OHHH, THAT'S IT. KEEP FUCKING UP TO ME," he told her. "MOVE THAT HOT BUTT OF YOURS. COME ON, OOOHHH, LET'S FUCK. OOOHHH, DAMNED, THIS IS FUCKING, REALLY FUCKING."
He stretched her resilient pussy muscles to the limit, reaching down and fondling her warm, tightly constructed white buttocks as the spurting droplets of thick, white semen began to shoot from the end of his devastating organ.
The first few droplets were only of a preliminary nature, but he knew that a few seconds later the wild deluge would hit, streaming from his blood-engorged tool in the form of a prolific flood tide.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHHHH, GET READY," he grunted with wild desire. "OOOHHH. COME ON, KEEP WORKING YOUR HOT ASS. OOOHHH. AAAHHH, KEEP MOVING IT AROUND. OOOHHH. AAAAHHH, IS THIS EVER FUCKING. DAMNED, OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE TO FUCK. OHHHHH, OHHHHHH, WHAT A CUNT. WHAT A TIGHT, SNAPPING PUSSY. KEEP IT SNAPPING. LOVE, OOOHHH, KEEP IT SNAPPING."
Resolutely Steve, his face reddening, continued to hammer his lover with increasing force. He reached down and ground his fingers tightly against her warm thighs as the droplets of torpedoing jissum splashed from the end of his inflamed, burly tool.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A FUCK, DAMNED, OHHHHH, IT COULDN'T BE BETTER, COULDN'T BE BETTER," he sighed.
Finally Steve eased his cock out from between his beautiful lover's sweat-dampened thigh. He watched with a broad smile on his lips as he continued to hear sounds of heavy breathing emanating from Norma. He reached down and soothingly glided his right hand over the velvety smooth skin of her face.
"Not so bad, was it?" he asked.
"No. I erupted. We both erupted."
"You're damned right. You're the kind of woman who's always gonna erupt when she's around a hot man. As long as he's the right man."
"I hope you don't figure I'm doing this with everybody."
"Oh, no. Uh-uh. Just the right type of guy. Somebody sophisticated. Somebody who knows his way around."
"Specifically somebody like you."
"Oh, yeah. "
"You know, you really can fuck. You're quite a stud. Fantastically well hung."
"Thank you, darling. Speaking of being well hung, I could use a little action now. Just reach down and move your fingers up and down my long prick. Come on, let them race. I want to feel those sensations. Feel the pull of those fingers as they work up and down my hot prick."
"All right, I'll see what I can do."
As he extended his hairy legs and stretched out on his back, Steve watched with delight as the beautiful blonde reached down and let her fingers toy with the spongy tip of his rubbery shaft. It had gone down a little in the aftermath of his wild, tumultuous explosion, and now she was determined to get his prick back up to its former hardness.
Back and forth she teased the nozzle-like tip of his organ, playing with it until he began to feel waves of titillation. His whole body tensed as he continued to feel the grinding finger strokes that she sent forth against the mushroom-like head of his phallic tool.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S NICE, VERY NICE," he sighed, his hips twisting. "OKAY, OOOHHH, PUT YOUR FINGERS TO WORK UP AND DOWN MY PRICK. OOOHHH, DO IT TO ME, HONEY. GET IT UP THERE AGAIN. AAAHHH, PLAY WITH MY COCK. AAAHHHH, OOOHHHHH, I LOVE IT, OHHHH, I REALLY LOVE IT."
Her fingers fastened tightly against the base of his ever-expanding cock. Up and down she pumped against his rapidly elongating organ, bringing him up to a full state of erection. The faster that her fingers plunged and glided against the warmth of his spongy organ, the louder the gasps that she heard. Steve reached down and let his fingers clench tightly, manipulating against the warmth of her silky ass cheeks as her fingers continued to do their part, gliding and twisting as they pushed with throbbing eagerness against the full length of his dynamic cock.
"OOOHHH, YOU REALLY LIKE IT, YOU REALLY TUNE IT IN," he sighed. "HONEY, OHHHH, THIS IS THE KIND OF ACTION I NEED. OOOHHH, OHHHH, JUST A FEW MORE STROKES. THAT'S ALL I NEED, HONEY. OOHHHHH, YOUR FINGERS ARE REALLY MOVING. YOU'RE REALLY DRIVING THEM. COME ON, OHHHH, UP AND DOWN. YES, PUSH THEM UP AND DOWN. UP AND DOWN AGAINST MY BIG, LONG PRICK. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, OHHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. YES, OHHHH, I REALL DO LOVE IT."
Her fingers sturdily ground against the warmth of his firm, hard, erect phallic joy stick. She finally released her fingers fafter he had attained the same level of hardness that he had reached earlier. He was now ready for some more in the way of vigorous physical activity.
By then the beautiful blonde was thoroughly captivated by the size and hardness of Steve's cock. Without having to be encouraged one solitary bit, she let her smooth, red tongue begin to make contact with the nub end of his organ.
"That's it, nice and slow, I like it, I like the pace," he whispered.
He reached down and ran his fingers up and down the small of her sweaty back as she glided her tongue up and down against the hard base of his firm, erect organ. Up and down she let it swiftly sweep as it ground against the full length of his bloated, erect staff. While she kept on sucking him, her fingers reached down and clutched as his sensitive scrotum with great intensity.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE THAT COMBINATION," he immediately told her. "THAT'S THE WAY TO DO IT. OHHHH, OOOHHH, HONEY, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LIKE IT. BABY, OOOHHH, I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I CAN KEEP THIS UP. OOOHHH, COME ON, MOVE YOUR TONGUE."
Several moments later she released her tongue from his throbbing penis and let it go to work against his sweltering testicles. She teased his pubic hairs as she let her tongue scrape against them, and after they became dampened, she worked her searing red digit against the warmth of his bloated scrotum itself.
"OOOHHH, YOU BALL-LICKER, YOU BALL-SUCKER, OOOHHH, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK," he called out eagerly. "OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING. REALLY LET IT SLIDE, HONEY. OOOHHH, I LIKE THAT. OOOHHH, I LIKE YOUR KIND OF TONGUE ACTION. YOU'RE GONNA GET ME OFF. OHHH, YOU'RE GONNA DO IT, YOU'RE GONNA DO IT, OOOHHH, THAT BEAUTIFUL TONGUE OF YOURS. THE WAY IT SWEEPS, THE WAY IT MOVES. WHAT A NICE, UNINHIBITED TONGUE. THAT'S WHAT I LIKE. A TONGUE THAT CAN GO ALL THE WAY."
He reached down with both hands and let his fingers glide up and down the warmth of her coppery thighs. Just having him move his dexterous fingers against her legs prompted the blonde beauty to exercise her tongue that much more quickly as she worked it up and down the full length of his hard, stirring oran. She alternated her sucking movements between his prick and testicles, and all the while she was pushing him that much closer to a wild and unrestrained climax.
Steve loved letting his fingers roam freely. After withdrawing them from her thighs, he moved his fingers upward and allowed them to piston sharply against her strawberry-colored nipples, which hardned instantly as a result of his finger ministrations.
"OOOHHH, SUCK FASTER, FASTER, GET ME OFF, OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA GET ME OFF," he grunted, his hips and buttocks writhing rapidly. "OOHHHHH, COME ON, OHHHHH, GET IT OFF. OOOHHH, GET IT OFF. I'M ON FIRE, ON FIRE, ON FIRE."
While her seething tongue slid up and down the full length of his hard, blast-furnace cock, her scorching fingers reached down and eased against the warmth of his balloon-like testicles. She held on tightly to his searing nuts as she moved her tongue with the feverish intensity of a young girl tackling an all-day sucker. All the while she pushed him that much closer to the thundering moment when the spirited white jissum would explode from the end of his bulging shaft.
He gritted his teeth, feeling the intense waves of desire in his cock and balls. Her tongue kept working up and down the full length of his tumid shaft, her lips pushing tightly against the rubbery tip of his cock head as she moved him that much closer to the sweltering orgasm that he anticipated.
Eventually he reached down and let his fingers glide against her buttocks once more. His fingers slapped and slid against her writhing ass cheeks until, finally, he could hold back the searing flood tide of orgasm no longer.
"OOOHHH, GET READY, OOOHHH, GET READY," he warned her, holding on tightly to her searing ass cheeks. "OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HERE I GO. YES, OOOHHH, SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF THE STUFF. OOOOHHH, OHHHHH, HONEY. OHHHHHH. EAT THE JUICE. YES, OHHHH, EAT EVERY BIT OF IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, THIS FEELS SO GOOD. DAMNED, OHHHH, IT'S SO NICE. OOOOHHH, IT'S SO NICE, EXPLODING ALL THIS STUFF. AAAHHH, WHAT A FEELING, OHHHHH, EXPLODING THIS JUICE, WHAT A FEELING, OOOOHHHH, A GLORIOUS FEELING. OOOHHH, JUST WHAT I LOVE. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT."
His legs kicked back and forth with unrestrained glee as he watched the fiery droplets of his thick, white sperm cannonade into the wet intimacy of his lover's mouth. He kept listening to the sucking, slurping sounds of his obedient lover as she sought to capture every escaping droplet of his fiery sperm.
When the sucking was all over, he collapsed in a heap, extending his legs and closing his eyes for several moments.
She listened to Steve's loud breathing, her thoughts swirling as she anticipated her next move. After he had caught his breath and had opened his eyes, she reached down and ran her fingers affectionately through his hair.
"You look like a little boy now," she smiled. "A very contented little boy."
"I guess that's about how I feel," he nodded. "But like I said before. I don't fuck like a little boy. Do I?"
"If you do, you fuck like no other little boy I ever screwed with," she said, prompting laughter from Steve.
"You're quite a girl."
"You're quite a guy, Steve. There's just one thing about you that worries me, though."
Steve's brow wrinkled with concern. He looked at Norma curiously.
"What's that, Norma?"
"Your way of doing business. For a man who's been so very successful in the realm of banking, I'm really concerned about your lack of tact."
"What do you mean?" he responded with just a tinge of indignance in his voice. "I happen to be a very tactful guy. Tactful and ethical. I can't understand what you're talking about."
"This little matter of an automobile that you haven't paid for. A car you bought from Martin Imports."
"What the hell are you talking about that for?" His mouth opened widely with total surprise.
"Because I happen to be representing that company," she said calmly. "You know, it would really make for very bad publicity if this story ever got out, darling. Not that I'D ever release it It's just that I probably wouldn't be able to stop it from eventually leaking out. Isn't it awful that something like this could maybe jeopardize your reputation in business? I mean, something very simple. A little bill of no more than fifteen thousand dollars. It's tragic. It really is."
"Hold on a second," his face reddened. "That damned car wasn't what they represented it to be."
"Come now, dear. You were drinking when it happened, weren't you?"
"You bitch, you little bitch," he erupted angrily. "So that's what it was all about. You know, I sensed something. I sensed that this was just too damned good. I mean, a blonde beauty like you just lying sprawled out next to my yacht. I mean, you played the act out real well. You got very incensed when I made a pass at you. You did all the right things. So now you're lowering the boom."
"No, not at all," she replied calmly. "I also don't like being called a little bitch. You're more like son-of-a-bitch from the way you treat a company to whom you owe a debt. I went to bed with you because I wanted to, but you can't blame me for trying to do my job at the same time."
"You're trying to tell me that one isn't tied to the other?"
"Are you trying to tell me you didn't have a good time?"
"That's beside the point."
"No, that's very much the point," she smiled. "If I hadn't really been turned on with you, certainly a man of your experience, your intelligence, your sophistication could see through me. Isn't that right?"
He paused lengthily before answering. When he did there was a glimmer of smile on his face.
"Okay, I guess you've got me there," he said. "Yes, maybe I can buy that. Okay, so you did turn on with me. But what about that approach? I mean, lying out there in the sun, showing off that beautiful body."
"You know, you're not an easy man to reach," she told him. "None of our other collectors have been able to see you. You keep to yourself very well when you want to. I thought that that was at least one way that we could discuss this matter. Of course, when you started making passes, things kind of went their own way. I can't say I regret the way that they worked out. I know you don't either. We had a good time."
"Yes, I've gotta agree with you on that."
"All right, so isn't it a little bit silly to leave a debt like that hanging over your head? I really am looking out for you, too, Steve. Honestly I am. It would be to your best interests as well to pay off."
Steve Taber eased his long, lean body upward from the bed. He paced the floor several times, scratching his head, obviously immersed in deep thought.
"You are one hell of a clever girl," he finally erupted with laughter. "I've got to give you credit for that. Okay, I apologize for calling you a bitch, but you sure as hell took me by surprise."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shock you."
"That's all right, that's all right. I still wonder about the car. It wasn't what I expected it to be, but I'll admit, I'd had had too much to drink. I was dealing with some pain-in-the-ass broad, a night club singer, and we'd had oursevles quite an argument."
"At least I hope you had some fun with her before the end came," Norma smiled.
"Yeah, I did, but it really cost me. I mean, this was one expensive little bitch, and bitch was what she was. But that's neither here nor there."
"So you're seeing things my way now?"
"Oh, yes. You're such a persuasive young woman that I couldn't help but see them your way. Especially when you wiggle that beautiful behind."
"Shall I wiggle it again?"
"Why not?"
Steve grinned as he watched the voluptuous blonde wiggle her seductive buttocks several times.
"On that note I'll write out a check," he said. "I can just make this out to your company?"
"That's right."
"What's the company's name?"
"Harmon Collection Agency. That's H-a-r-m-o-n."
"Gotcha," he nodded.
"There you are," he said as he handed it to her.
"Thank you, thank you very much."
"And thank YOU," he said. "You know, it was worth it to pay that much just for getting to fuck you."
"Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment."
"You ought to," he told her. "After all, on an hourly basis that would put you up there with some of the most successful courtesans in world history."
"I suppose it would."
"You're really some kind of woman. Norma You use that beautiful body and fantastic face to good advantage."
Norma smiled, leaning forward and kissing Steve playfully on the forehead. Now she felt greatly relieved about everything. She had taken a chance, hoping that the element of surprise coupled with the satisfying sex would do the job.
CHAPTER NINE
Fresh from a triumph over Steve Taber, the beautiful blonde was in a better positon than ever with her boss.
Guy Harmon remained in a state of ecstasy for several days, gloating over the fact that Norma had brought him checks pertaining to so many accounts. A number of them he had classified as virtually impossible, while the others were indeed difficult to say the least.
It was a brisk, windy afternoon when she rode the elevator up to his office in response to another request to see her. The cool breeze was wafting through the Loop from nearby Lake Michigan. As she entered the office, Guy Harmon looked at her and smiled broadly.
"Here's my little wonder girl," he said. "They talk about Wonder Woman. Listen, if that gorgeous brunette who plays her on TV ever quit, well, I've got my own blonde substitue. This little girl right here."
"Don't flatter me too much, Guy," she laughed, sitting down opposite his desk. "It might make my ego react the wrong way."
"Honey, that was astounding. Absolutely astounding. And nailing this last guy no less. That Steve Taber. You know, he was Mister Invisible. We just couldn't get to see him at all. One of my best collectors came back after finding out that you brought back a check from him and was just amazed. He couldn't believe it until I showed it to him."
"I've developed a way of talking to these guys," she said. "Once you let them know just how important it is to pay off their debts, they do it."
Guy Harmon looked at her for several long seconds, snuffing out the stub of his cigar in a nearby ashtray.
"Come on now, there's certainly more to it than that," he said.
"The more experience you get, the better you become at it."
"But there's got to be more. Much more. For one thing, you're gorgeous. For another I checked into those three guys afterwards. Just for the heck of it. One of them, of course, is a notorious playboy. Apart from his banking interests, women are his entire life. The other two. Well, they looked like they were pretty vulnerable, too."
"Just what are you driving at, Guy?" she looked at him with a worried expression blanketting her face.
"Come on now, honey," he chuckled. "We can certainly level with each other. Boss and employee. My best employee, mind you. I mean, you might not be the most experienced member of my entourage, but you're sure the most productive. You've got these other collectors just slamming their heads against the wall. They can't understand what they're doing wrong and what you're doing right, but I think I've got a pretty good idea."
"Guy, you're gonna have to stop talking in riddles if you want me to understand you."
Guy Harmon slowly shook his head.
"Come on now. I'm not talking in riddles at all. And I have a strong hunch that you're certainly clever enough to fully understand what I'm driving at right now."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not."
Actually Norma had a much better idea than what she was letting on. Guy was right and it bugged her to have to recognize it But what bugged her even more was the manner that he was pursuing her with hard questioning. In the past he had been more or less inclined to let her do her own thing, to go out and collect in the most effective way she could, then to accept the proceeds. But now he was getting exceedingly curious and she didn't like it.
"Honey, you mean to say you think I'd hold it against you?" he looked at her. "Not at all."
"What's there to hold against me? Here one minute you're telling me about what a great asset I am to the organization. Then the next you're talking about holding things against me."
"No, I'm talking about NOT holding things against you. That's the point. That's the point that I wanted to make. Honey, you're an absolutely stunning young woman. What I'm saying is that I had you pictured as being so conservative. I mean, here you are, you're twenty-eight years old. Right?"
"That's right."
"Never been married, but close twice. One time in particular."
"That's right. I broke off an engagement just several days before I was supposed to get married. You know all about that, Guy. I levelled with you. Gave you my whole background. And certainly, if you had it checked out, it would."
"No, no, no argument about that," he waved his hand. "Like I said, I've got no complaints. It's just that I like to understand things up front. I mean, what I'm saying is that you seemed like such a conservative young gal. As you know, I'm divorced. Been divorced for a good five years. I can't really blame my wife. I've been in some pretty risky occupations. First off I'm a policeman working a tough beat in Chicago. Then I'm a private detective. So now I'm in the collection business. Okay, now I'm more or less in an executive capacity. I'm givin' the orders and other people are do in' the leg work. But there was a time when I handled a lot of toughies on my own. Got the scars to prove it, too."
"I'm sure you'd be good at anything you set your mind to, Guy. It's just that I can't understand this bizarre conversation that's taking place."
I think you understand more than you're letting on. At any rate, though, we won't argue about that. I'll continue. But all along, honey, as I've seen you develop, as I've seen you gather confidence, I couldn't help but admire you. You know, it's funny, but I was never up to now able to tell you this. A lot of times I wanted to. The thing was I'd choke up, the words just wouldn't come when I needed them to."
"Why was that?"
"I don't know. It might sound funny coming from somebody like me, a tough old bird who's lived far beyond his actual forty-three years, but maybe I've got a real shy streak. Especially with somebody like you."
Norma recognized that she had been pushed into a corner. There was nothing she could say. She just sat there, staring wide-eyed in the direction of her boss, whose expression altered from one of dead-pan earnestness to that of warm admiration.
"What I'm saying is I don't care if you did take a few liberties with these guys," he said. "Nothing wrong with softening them up a little. Maybe giving them a little bedroom action in the process."
"That's a hell of an accusation to make," she shrieked. "Especially when you don't have any evidence to back it up."
"How do you know I don't?" he stared at her.
"Well, I mean. I met these people by themselves. There wouldn't be anybody else to tell you what went on. I mean, whether I did or I didn't, even though I'm telling you I didn't."
Norma realized that her voice was cracking and she was making a poor defense. Her hands trembled as beads of tense sweat surfaced on her brow. All the while her boss continued to stare at her. Now the look of admiration had changed once again to one of dead-pan earnestness.
"Honey, it's no use," he shook his head. "There's no way you can bluff your boss."
"Just WHAT have you heard?" she asked.
"Nothing, honey, but I had to prove to you that I knew," he said. "No, nobody talked. It's just something I was able to figure out on my own. Remember, you're dealing with a skilled detective."
"You son-of-a-bitch," she sobbed. "Why do you want to do something to me like this? Do you miss the old days when you were able to give criminal defendants the third degree at the police station?"
"Easy, easy, easy," he said soothingly. "Like I said before, I'm not holding any of this against you. As a matter-of-fact, I think it's only natural. I can see why you wouldn't mind going to bed with those guys. As far as I could tell from checking things out, all of them seemed to have something to recommend in the way of appeal. On top of that I always did wonder about your sex life, honey. I mean, you ran yourself just like a machine. I'm sure you tried to tell yourself that you didn't need any action. But there comes a time of reckoning, a time when you just have to soften. It just so happened that in your case it occurred in your line of work, just about your only opportunity. What with you working so hard and all."
"You've got everything figured out, haven't you?" her eyes squinted as tears rolled down her face.
"I'm sorry. The thing I'm trying not to do is hurt you."
"Well, no matter what you're trying to do, that's what happening. You're hurting me and hurting me bad."
"I guess there wasn't an easy way to reveal all this," Guy Harmon sighed. "What I've been trying to tell you, kid, and now I will blurt it out. I've had a thing for you all this time. But I never made a move toward you. I was always too damned scared to. For one thing I was afraid you'd laugh at me. Laugh right in my face."
Suddenly she stopped crying and stared longingly into her boss's eyes. Now the tears were surfacing in Guy Harmon's eyes. He tried to brush them away with embarrassment, but without success. It made her feel a certain measure of triumph to recognize that the seemingly case-hardened Guy Harmon, who had seen and done it all, could cry as well.
"Guy, I didn't really have any idea you were thinking those thoughts about me," she said.
"I mean, was it anything all that unusual? You're a beautiful woman and around me quite a bit. You have style, honey. You're not a cheap girl. You have plenty of class. I love your figure, love your face, love your conscientious spirit. The way you get the job done. No, all I know is that I've been getting these uncontrollable urges. These tremendous urges for you."
"Guy, maybe we'd better not talk about this anymore. I mean, I think maybe you're getting too emotional."
"Oh, no, not at all. I'm emotional, all right, but now's the time to talk about it. Honey, what I'm saying is I've got to have you. I've got to have you right now."
Guy Harmon eased his rock-hard, bulky body up from his chair and walked quickly toward Norma, who sat in a semi-hypnotic trance in her chair, staring into her boss's eyes.
Guy Harmon reached out and grabbed hold of Norma's shoulders, which trembled as he touched them.
"Please, oh, please, let me go," she sobbed. "Guy, what are you doing?"
"Come on, honey. You were able to give those three guys action. Three men you'd never even met before. You could do that with them, so certainly you could do something for your boss. A man who really loves you. A man who's secretly admired you for so very long."
"Oh, please, Guy. We're both just tired and confused. Don't. Please, don't."
"But why not me?"
"This just isn't the right time for it. Please, Guy, oh, please, let me go."
"No. darling. If you need a little coaxing, it's coaxing you'll get"
"What if I scream?"
"Who the hell's gonna hear you?" Guy replied.
She realized that her astute boss was correct. She could scream to her heart's content and probably nobody would hear her. It was the middle of a Saturday afternoon and all of the other offices on the floor were closed. She was alone with her heavily panting boss who was pulling her stiff body up from the chair and into his arms.
Norma heaved a deep gasp and almost lost her breath as he entwined his arms tightly around her slim, wafer-thin waist. He pushed his lips rigidly forward, letting them cannonade sharply against her lips. She could tell from the piercing manner in which his lips sharply converged against hers just how excited he was. He kept on pushing them tightly, letting them grind with authority against her own.
Eventually he released his lips from hers. After that he pushed his spirited red tongue forward, and as he did she could hear heavy sounds of his breathing once more.
"Oh, please, please, Guy," she sighed. "I don't want anything cheap. This is cheap, darling."
"No, it's not," he grunted. "Not only that, but you're gonna like it. You're gonna learn to like it, sweetheart."
His sharply probing red tongue pushed its way tightly inside the velvety inner crevices of her moist mouth. Back and forth he let his tongue steamingly converge until, ultimately, it pushed sharply against her tongue.
Their tongues pressed with burning rapidity against each other, moving back and forth, grinding tightly for several long minutes. After he released his tongue from her mouth, he glided her body donward toward the pale blue rug which covered the entire room.
She heaved a deep gasp as she landed on the rug. Norma's legs kicked back and forth. She wondered just why she was resisting him all this much. Certainly Guy was not a repulsive man, and she knew him by far considerably better than she had the other three men with whom she had engaged in sexual activity as a means of getting them to pay their debts to the collection agency.
Then suddenly it dawned on her. She had always considered Guy something of a father image, even though he was just barely old enough to actually be her father had she been conceived when he was in his early teens. But yet there she was, her legs kicking back and forth, tears continuing to stream down both sides of her face. It came about as such a shock to see this panting, writhing man lying on top of her, wanting her in the same manner as had so many other men she had encountered throughout her life.
"Lie still, lie still," he grunted.
But her legs kept on kicking as she sought to free herself from her boss's tight clutches, but Norma was unable to do so. His hands clutched tightly against her arms as he pushed his tongue forward once more, this time letting it rotate with greater excitement and speed than it had on the first occasion as it probed swiftly inside her mouth.
He kept up his grinding attack until, eventually, the beautiful blonde's resistance began to at least partially subside. She could feel the same quivering waves of anxiety in her crotch that had been present on those other occasions, when she had let the three men dominate her. Her boss's rampaging tongue continued to glide and stab as it twisted with savage resiliency inside the warm, wet intimacy of her mouth. It kept on plunging and stabbing against her own tongue until, eventually, he released his tongue from her mouth.
After that he put his fingers to work on her blouse, which he promptly undid.
"OOOHHH. OHHHH, I'VE GOTTA SEE YOUR TITS, I'VE GOT TO SEE THEM RIGHT NOW," he sighed. "WHAT A BODY, OHHHH, DAMNED, WHAT BOOBS, WHAT GORGEOUS WHITE BOOBS."
He almost tore her blouse in the process of removing it. Once again her body was squirming, but to no avail. There was no way that she could prevent this ruggedly handsome man from gaining what he was convinced was rightfully his.
After pulling off her blouse, he reached down and unsnapped the straps of her lacy white bra.
As he tossed her bra aside, his fingers reached down and crushed against the whiteness of her firm, alabaster breasts, the color of which contrasted so noticeably from the coppery texture of the rest of her skin.
"OOOOHHH, THAT GORGEOUS TAN," he smiled. "I'M SURE THAT TURNED ON OLD STEVE TABER. HELL, YES. AAAHHH, I'LL BET HIS COCK WAS TOWERING BY THE TIME THAT HE GOT TO YOU. NO WONDER HE'D PAY HIS DEBT. HELL, WHO WOULDN'T? WITH SOMEBODY LIKE YOU AROUND, ANYBODY WOULD BE VULNERABLE. WHAT A BODY. WHAT A FACE. OH, DAMNED, WHAT A GIRL."
As his sharply probing fingers cascaded tightly against the warmth of her firm, white breasts, the heavily panting Guy Harmon shoved his tongue forward once more. It tingled with wet determination as it slashed and stabbed against her tongue for several long, determined moments, after which he then released it from her mouth.
His next move was to reach down and undo her skirt. He pulled and tugged at it, gasping loudly, watching as her hips and buttocks flailed. Every time that her body pistoned and slid in dramatic response to his movements, he became that much more aroused.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE THE WAY THAT BEAUTIFUL BODY WIGGLES," he sighed. "THIS IS SO GOOD. OH, DAMNED, LOOK AT THAT ASS. LOOK AT THAT SHAPELY. GORGEOUS ASS. I'VE WANTED TO SEE IT COMPLETELY NAKED FOR SO LONG. TO THINK I'M GONNA DO IT. OOOHHH. TO THINK I'M GONNA DO IT. IT'S GREAT, GREAT, GREAT."
He finished tugging off her skirt, heaving a deep sigh as he observed the coppery-toned loveliness of her exquisitely tapered thighs and ankles. His fingers once again reached ruthlessly forward, grabbing hold of the elastic waistband of her white panties as she squirmed and slid.
Even though the beautiful blonde was indeed doing her share of squirming to the movements that were taking place, she also could not help but recognize that there was something within her that was also learning to enjoy what was happening. The fact that she was resisting seemed to give added excitement to the whole process. Her hips and buttocks kept on wiggling, flouncing back and forth as he pulled and tugged at her panties, sliding them down her legs and off of her altogether.
"OHHHH. NICE, NICE," he sighed. "DAMNED, OOOHHH, I'M GETTING TO SEE YOUR CUNT, YOUR BEAUTIFUL CUNT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THAT BEAUTIFUL PUSSY. OHHHH, JUST LOOK AT IT. IT'S SO GORGEOUS. OHHH, AAAAHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE YOUR HOT SNATCH."
He stared at the contrasting colors of her coppery thighs and ankles as they contrasted noticeably with the whiteness of the portion of her crotch which had been covered by her bikini. His eyes also became quickly enamored with the exciting allure of her firm, white, fleshy buttocks. His fingers reached out and implanted tightly and sharply against her twisting ass cheeks, which he pushed and slid his fingers against with relentless ecstasy.
"OOOHHH, TO THINK I'M TOUCHING THEM," he grunted. "TO THINK MY FINGERS ARE PUSHING AGAINST YOUR ASS CHEEKS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS NICE. OHHHH, KEEP WIGGLING YOUR BUTT, HONEY. THAT'S WHAT I LIKE. I LIKE THIS KIND OF ACTION. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS FEELS SO GOOD. OOHHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD TO SQUEEZE YOUR ASS. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL ASS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. YES, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT SO MUCH. OHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE PINCHING IT."
He pinched and squeezed the relentlessly twisting flesh, holding on tightly then, alternately, sliding his fingers softly against the warmth of her ass flesh. Eventually he withdrew his burning fingers from her shapely buttocks. He reached out with his right hand, letting his fingers ease their way against the fleecy softness of her pubic hairs. They scraped against her pubic hairs for several moments, after which he then slid his fingers into the depths of her velvety soft pussy. He smiled brightly as he felt the moistness in her slit, which indicated to him that, despite all the vigorous opposition that she had been supplying, the beautiful blonde was getting excited all the same.
"AAAHHH, NICE WET PUSSY," he laughed. "HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE THIS ACTION. SWEETHEART, WE'RE GONNA DO IT, WE'RE GONNA LOVE IT, WE'RE GONNA LOVE EVERY BIT OF IT. I'M GONNA TURN YOU ON. TURN YOU ON SO MUCH."
His rifling fingers pistoned against her slit petals for several long moments. Eventually he eased his right index finger against the budding node of her erect clitoris. The first time that he gently touched her clitoris, the beautiful blonde's ass cheeks contracted and spasmed violently against the rug beneath her as she heaved a deep sigh, unable to suppress the spontaneous flow of excitement that generated through her whole body.
"OOOHHH, DAMNED, YOU'RE TURNING ON NOW," he grunted. "HONEY, AAAHHH, I LOVE WATCHING THOSE ASS CHEEKS ROLL. SWEETHEART, OHHHH, WHAT A PUSSY YOU'VE GOT. I'M GONNA BRING YOU OFF THIS WAY, BRING YOU OFF WITH MY HOT FINGERS. THEM I'M GONNA PUSH MY TONGUE INSIDE YOUR PUSSY. YEAH, I THINK I'LL DO THAT, TOO. LET'S GO ALL THE WAY. OOOHHH, ALL THE WAY, DARLING. YES, WHAT A BODY, WHAT A BODY YOU'VE GOT."
His piercing fingers continued to glide back and forth, generating spontaneous waves of flowing excitement throughout the beautiful blonde's entire body. Most particularly, however, the excitement was generated in her palpitating pussy, which was being pushed ever nearer to the state of a wild and spontaneous orgasm. His fingers kept on quickly probing, shoving into the moist, intimate depths of her pussy portals as she was pushed that much nearer to a spine-tingling orgasm.
Her legs kicked back and forth, but this time there was no opposition intended. Instead she was reacting to the quivering waves of excitement that she felt in her trembling loins.
"OOOHHH, DON'T STOP, OOOHHH, DON'T STOP, KEEP IT UP," she declared. "OOOHHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, KEEP YOUR FINGERS MOVING. OHHHH, PLANT THEM IN MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, PLANT THEM REAL NICE. TURN ON, BABY, TURN ON, TURN ON, TURN ON."
"Don't worry," he laughed.
"OOOHHH, WHAT FINGER ACTION, OHHH, YOUR FINGERS ARE WILD. OHHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP MOVING THEM," she encouraged.
All the while his fingers slipped and slid against the soggy intimacy of her fiery, moist fissure. Occasionally he would let his finger teasingly nudge against her clitoris, which propelled the same response, that of the blonde beauty's hips and ass cheeks grinding tightly and concentrically against the carpet beneath her.
"OOOHHHH, OOOHHH, I'M ALMOST THERE, ALMOST THERE, ALMOST THERE," she declared.
Her determined lover continued to grind his fingers quickly yet smoothly against her fiery pussy. After a few more quick, determined strokes, the juices began to gush from her flowing, volcanic mound and inundated his fingers.
A broad smile surfaced on Guy Harmon's face as he withdrew his fingers from his lover's fiery, fleshy inferno. He reached down and made a quick grab for her thighs, letting his fingers cling tightly to the supple coppery skin as he pushed his head down between her legs.
He loved the way that her thighs spontaneously locked around both sides of his head as he pushed his piercing tongue downward, moving it quickly toward her wet, dramatically alive pussy.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA DO IT, YOU'RE GONNA GO DOWN ON ME," she sighed excitedly. "OOOHHH, BABY, COME ON, OOOHHH, EAT IT. YES, PUSH YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK MY PUSSY. OHHH, BRING ME OFF AGAIN. THIS TIME WITH YOUR TONGUE, DARLING. PLANT IT, BABY, PLANT IT DEEP. OOOHHHH, PLANT IT FIRM. YES. YOU'RE GONNA GET ME OFF. OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE'S GONNA DO IT. HOW EXCITING, OOOHHH, HOW WILD, OHHH, YES, COME ON, EAT ME, EAT ME. EAT ME."
"OOOHHH. THIS IS WILD. I LOVE IT." she shouted. "DARLING, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE GOING. OOOHHH. SLIDE IT INSIDE MY PUOHHHH. AAAHHH, I WANT IT, OHHHH, I WANT YOUR TONGUE. I WANT YOUR BEAUTIFUL, GLORIOUS TONGUE. I WANT IT SLIDING INSIDE MY PUSSY. OHHH, I'M SO HOT, OOOHHH, I'VE GOT TO EXPLODE. YOUR TONGUE IS DOING IT TO ME. OOOHHHH, WHAT A WONDERFUL FEELING. OHHHH. IT'S GREAT."
His fingers glided against the curvaceous warmth of her twisting buttocks as his resolute tongue kept on grinding against the dampness of her moist furrow. After a few more quick, charging t ngue strokes, she realized just how charging tongue strokes, she realized just how orgasm.
She shoved her crotch up tightly against his tongue, her legs kicking unrestrainedly. She felt like a wild bucking bronco as she extended her legs even wider, gasping and sighing while her lover kept on planting his sharp, astute tongue in the fiery interior of her blazingly electrified vagina.
"OOOHHHH, GET SET, GET SET, GET SET," she finally loudly declared. "OOOHHH, I'VE GOT TO JUICE. OHHHH, DARLING, THAT TONGUE. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE It."
Thousands of tiny pin piricks seemingly electrified her entire tingly body as she felt the first few droplets of steaming, explosive cuntal liquid gushing combustibly from her seethingly damp mound.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HERE IT COMES," she warned him. "OOOHHH, HERE COMES THE WILD EXPLOSION, LOVER. OOOHHH, WHAT A WILD DELUGE. OOOHHH, THE JUICES. OOOHHH, THEY'RE SHOOTING. IT FEELS SO GOOD. OOOHHH, SO VERY GOOD. SUCK OUT EVERY DROP. YES, OOOHHH, EAT IT, EAT IT, EAT EVERY DROP OF IT. MY DARLING, OOOHHH, MY DARLING."
She listened to the loud, dramatic slurping sounds of her lover as his tongue continued to slide and twist while he corralled every droplet of her inflamed, orgasmic font.
When he released his tongue from her still-burning vaginal pit, he ran his fingers up and down her firm, sweat-dampened thighs.
"I love to touch this glorious skin," he said. "I've waited so long for this chance. Damned, I can hardly believe it's really happening."
"My darling, ooohhh, I'm so sorry I argued with you," she told him apologetically. "The way you ate me out. I've never had anything like it I love it."
"Yeah, you really liked it that well?" he stared at her grinningly.
"Yes. Oh, yes. The way your tongue moved, my dear. I mean, so much enthusiasm. I love the animal passion that you exhibited, that you gave me."
"Oh, honey, I loved every second of it, too," he said.
With that he reached out and let his fingers clutch tightly against the warmth of her buttocks. He pinched and kneaded the warm flesh, grunting and gasping with great delight. He looked down at his crotch and observed the bulging length of his hard, elongated cock. Guy Harmon knew that there was no way that he could keep it stored inside his trousers. No, he recognized, the moment was beckoning. The great moment when he would go even further, when his long, torpedo-like cock would begin to attack the ravishing beauty of his gorgeous blonde employee.
Never had he admired the beautiful Norma anymore than he did at that moment, as she lay there panting, looking so vulnerable, sweat drenching her entire sensuous form.
"What a woman," he gasped. "Am I ever gonna turn you on every which way."
"Oh, darling, I'm still recuperating from that pussy suck," she smiled longingly.
"I'll bet you are. So am I," he told her.
"You came on so fast. I mean, my head was spinning. It was like something from out of nowhere."
"It probably seemed that way to you," he nodded.
CHAPTER TEN
Guy Harmon's eyes sparkled as he stared down at the ripe, curvaceous surface of the beautiful blonde's buttocks.
He stared at her gorgeous, naked form as he licked his lips with sensuous, appraising desire. She lay there on the carpet, staring up at him, wondering just how and where he would proceed next in his quest for attaining the ultimate in sexual ecstasy.
Her boss's fingers reached down and, with slow, exploratory strokes, began to grind warmly against the firmness of her silky, flowing ass flesh. When he released his fingers suddenly from her buttocks, he surprised her by reaching out with the first three fingers of his right hand, shoving them forward and letting them slide with vigorous enthusiasm up between her cascading white buttocks and into the ravaged depths of her tight, puckered anal passage.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THAT STINGS," she gruned. "OH, STOP, COME ON, STOP."
"Quiet down," he laughed. "I'm gonna do it harder, honey, good and hard. So hard you're gonna get used to it. You're gonna learn to love it."
"Oh, please, don't do it," she shook her head. "Remember, my asshole is just about the only virgin part of me left."
Guy Harmon gritted his teeth, feeling a tidal wave of all-consuming desire surging tremulously through his entire body as he pushed his fingers deep inside of her hairless anal cleft. The faster that he pumped and propelled his fingers stirringly up between her resilient buttocks and into her ravaged asshole, the louder that the beautiful blonde began to shout in spontaneous protest. She kept feeling those stinging sensations beging generated by the quickly cascading finger thrusts that her ruggedly handsome lover employed.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, PLEASE STOP, STOP," she grunted. "OOOHHH, NO, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. PLEASE. OHHH, YOU CAN STOP FINGER FUCKING. STOP IT RIGHT NOW. IT'S STARTING TO HURT."
"Nothing wrong with a little pain, just as long as there's more pleasure to be gained," he winked.
"But it stings."
"That's okay. The sensations are still there. I know they are. You love it and you're gonna get more, plenty more, right up until the time that I juice. Oh, damned, just look at you. Just look at those shapely ass cheeks. I love the way they sway and slide when I shove my fingers up your asshole."
His fingers continued projecting sharply. driving with sturdy determination as they penetrated deep inside his lover's tight anal channel. He rammed it into her sphincter, causing her to heave a deep sigh and gasp. As Guy eventually released his fingers from his beautiful blonde employee's throbbing anus, he reached out and grabbed her by her sweaty, coppery thighs.
"What are you gonna do?" she asked fearfully.
"You know, for as long as I've known you, I've had this desire. I never thought I was gonna fulfill it. I never even thought I was gonna come close. No way. But now I'm standing on the threshold of it and it makes me feel so good. Oh, damned, I feel so good just thinking about it. Just realizing I'm gonna get to do it."
"What's that?" her brow wrinkled with concern as she stared up into Guy Harmon's determined eyes.
"I'm gonna have your asshole," he announced with great glee. "I'm gonna stick my hot prick deep inside your ass. I'm gonna push and pump. I'm gonna slam it into you until you beg me to stop, and then I'm gonna keep it up until you beg me to go on."
"Oh, damned, you're going crazy, Guy, you're not that kind of person," she came completely unglued as her arms and legs trembled and tears began to roll down both sides of her face. "You can't, you won't, you're not gonna do anything like this to me. I thought you had feeling for me. You said you did."
"Oh, yeah, plenty of feeling," he nodded solemnly.
With that Guy Harmon reached down and promptly unzipped his trousers, pulling out his hard, inflamed penis. Up and down his fingers pumped against the firmness of his warm, tumid shaft.
"You see, this is feeling," he told her. "I mean, there's no way you exaggerate about something like this. Either it's there or it isn't, and it's there all right. Just look at my prick. Ooohhh, how I love it. How I love fingering it. How I love contemplating fucking your asshole."
"Please, this joke's gone far enough," she shook her head fearfully. "Tell me you're not gonna do that to me. Tell me you're not gonna punish me."
"I'm not gonna punish you," he laughed. "I'm just gonna fuck your ass."
"Oh, no, no, please, don't do it," she sobbed unrestrainedly.
"Get a grip on yourself, honey. Like I said before. Nobody's gonna hear you anyway."
"But that isn't the point. Whether nobody hears me or everybody hears me, I'm scared, Guy, I'm damned scared."
"Then so much the better reason for me to fuck you."
"How's that?"
"I've gotta prove to you once and for all that you really don't have anything to be afraid of," he smiled. "You're being a very silly girl. I'm gonna give you a wild, bruising ass fuck. Sure it's gonna sting you a little, but not to the point where it's gonna bother you that much. Hell, no. A little while, yeah, it'll sting, but then it's gonna be all sensation. Honey, you're the sexiest woman I've ever had anything to do with, and every instinct in me tells me you're gonna love being ass fucked once that you get over that initial hurdle."
"You sound a lot more confident about it than I feel."
"Of course, but I'm gonna prove to you just how right I am."
"Please, no, please stop."
"Shut up, honey. I'm getting tired of hearing all this crying. You're sounding like a baby."
He grabbed hold tightly of her thighs, clutching them as he threw her legs over his shoulders. By then he was prepared to grind his hard, assertive cock deep inside her asshole.
But before the assertive Guy Harmon launched into his explosive screw, he reached down with the fingers of his right hand and let them dip slowly and smoothly inside of his beautiful lover's still warm and moist slit. Quickly extracting some pussy juice, he dabbed it into her tight anal passage, then slid the residue against the rubbery, spongy warmth of his hard, ready phallic tool.
"Just lubing you a little," he winked. "Just hang loose, honey. You should have had this a long time ago. I mean, I can still hardly believe it. An ass as gorgeous as yours. It really hasn't been fucked before?"
"No. Please. I'll do anything else you want me to. Any kind of act. You name it, and we'll do it. But not this. Oh, please, please, not this."
"Cut it out," he told her firmly. "You're starting to sound like a broken record. I'm gonna fuck the hell out of your ass and you might just as well get used to it. As a matter-of-fact, I'm gonna fuck it until you beg for it, then I'm gonna remind you of how opposed you were in the beginning. I'm gonna take credit for having coaxed you into the whole thing."
"You're not coaxing, you're forcing," she told him.
"Okay, so I'll waive any technical distinctions," he shrugged. "Be that as it may, I'm gonna give you one hell of a wild, beautiful fuck."
"Please, please, please," she begged one last time.
"Shut up now," he laughed. "This is starting to get on my nerves."
While the beautiful blonde continued to sob and tears continued to flood her eyes, her determined lover shoved his firm, blue-veined phallic spear resolutely forward, letting it penetrate for the first time inside of her asshole. As her ravaged ass reacted to the first thrust of his burning tool, her ass cheeks constricted tightly and she began to sob as she felt the waves of pain in her anal cleft. Even though he desired to fuck her even deeper, Guy Harmon decided to ravage her gradually. The first time that he penetrated the tightness of her anal passage he confined his movements to the outer edges of her anus, but even at that she sobbed and gasped.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME," she exclaimed as tears gushed down both sides of her face.
"Stay with it," he gulped. "Oh, I like those twisting buns. What a beautiful ass. With an ass this beautiful, it's a crime if it isn't fucked regularly. You'll get acclimated to it, honey. Better yet, you'll probably get addicted."
His stiffly projecting fingers reached out and clutched tightly against the warmth of her twisting ass flesh as Guy Harmon shoved his huge, scorching prick forward once more, letting it take dead aim against her tight anal passage. This time his steely shaft landed with solider impact than before, driving with stinging proficiency as it slammed hard and fast into the tightness of her asshole, which seared with acute pain.
The blonde beauty sobbed some more and felt the tight, burning sensations in her ravaged anus. She began to recognize more than ever the inevitability of what lay ahead. She was with a smoldering, sensual madman who, apparently, had been desiring her for quite some time. Now he was getting the opportunity to do what he had desired for so long, to engage in an act that he'd wanted to participate in for some time, and with each meaty, twisting thrust of his steaming, torrid dagger, he pushed himself that much closer to the state of a spine-tingling climax.
Determinedly he kept on hotly digging into her with his blazing shaft, wedging it deeply and tightly between her twisting buttocks and into the inner depths of her rubbery rectum. With great pleasure he began to notice that her sobbing was becoming less pronounced than before, despite the fact that he was spearing her deeper and deeper with each penetrating thrust. Guy Harmon reasoned that now Norma was beginning to get acclimated to ass fucking, and that only served to turn him on that much more as his thudding movements continued and his enormous, blood-engorged spear slashed and twisted deep inside her asshole. He would penetrate forward, then would withdraw his sturdy cock momentarily, lunging backward as he twisted the ripeness of her firm, flowing ass cheeks. He tensed his body for several long seconds, then cut loose with another blazing forward stab as his grinding, dagger-like organ forced its way up between her sweaty, trembling thighs and into her pain-ridden anal passage.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU'RE SO BRUTAL," she sighed, but this time without the tone of agitation that had accompanied her earlier protestations. "OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU'RE FUCKING ME. OHHHH, YOU'RE KILLING MY ASS."
"What a gorgeous ass," he gulped. "Oh, damned, what a stupid fool I've been. To desire this hot butt for so long, this hot, gorgeous, twisting butt, and not doing anything about it. I was an idiot. Oh, well, I'm making up now for lost time. Yes, indeed. Ahhh, just looking at this gorgeous, shapely ass and the way that it twists and slides makes me so much more excited. Oooohhh, aaahhh, I love it. Slamming this hard, scorching cock inside you. What a fuck, what a fuck, what a glorious screw."
He reached out and, with his sweaty hands, let them slap against the twisting sleekness of her silky half-moons of ass flesh. All the while his thudding testicles slammed against the ripe nether cheeks of her throbbing ass as he pumped hard with his savage cock, letting it drive and twist as he pumped it into the rubbery depths of her electrified anus.
His turgid stiffness kept forging its way inside her forbidden passage. With unrestrained, wanton lust his piercing, determined pole drilled deep inside of her, rocking with solid desire as it slashed with grinding determination inside the ravaged depths of her anal portals.
The faster that Guy Harmon glided his stinging pecker into his lover's devastated anal canal, the louder that her sobbing grew as she found herself unable to control the reaction to the throbbing sensation that she was experiencing. Yes, there had been a certain point in time when the sobbing had diminished, but now it was back again, but for an entirely different reason. There was a certain amount of frustration and confusion inherent in the fact that she was doing something new, something forbidden, something unlike anything that she had previously experienced. The stinging pain persisted, but now all she could think about was the next penetrating stab that she would receive inside her twisting asshole from her wild lover's lascivious cock. There was something fantastically majestic about the way that he was controlling the action as he slammed his steaming peter forward, letting it drive with blast-furnace impact as it slashed into the ringing depths of her rubbery rectum.
By then the panting Guy Harmon had become a madman possessed, grunting and gulping as his lengthy shaft continued tearing into her like a blade of steel, doing its precision work with thundering force as it slammed tightly into her anal lips. She found herself instinctively clenching and unclenching under the determined thrusts that he sent inside her.
Even though the pain remained excruciating from the well-directed stabs that the energetic Guy Harmon kept searingly directing her way, as the rapidly sustained pace continued the blonde beauty found herself feeling a greater measure of excitement than ever, something that was inflaming the pit of her stomach as her buttocks kept on gliding and twisting in a whirling dervish of ecstatic passion.
Despite the ringing pain that her devastated anal passage kept receiving from each succeeding jolt. Norma found her incessantly flailing buttocks thrusting upward as she started to enjoy more and more what was happening to her. She remembered the now prophetic words that her ruggedly handsome boss had uttered just before launching into his ass fuck. He had told her that she would indeed ultimately enjoy the kind of bruising, determined cock stabs that he would be sending inside her, and that it would only be a question of time before she reached that point. Now it was there, and there she was, his total captive, immersed in a whirling sea of pleasure-pain unlike anything she had ever previously encountered in her life.
She kept enjoying the spasms of pain that riddled her torn body from the jolting prick stabs that her pursuing lover kept on pummeling her with steadily as he moved ever nearer to a stinging and resounding climax.
His busy fingers moved with crunching impact as he let them slide up and down his lover's trembling, quivering legs, and all the while he pushed nearer to his ultimate goal, that supreme moment at which the surging droplets of his hot viscous liquid would spurt from the end of his trigger-like shaft.
Even though Norma's body continued to tremble with pain from the swift, plunging stabs of her lover's bruising prick, not only had the sobbing passed. Her opposition had also vanished. Pain or no pain, the beautiful blonde had now reached the point of acute desire wherein every forceful thrust that her lover eagerly deposited inside of her was met with astute wiggling as her shapely, sensuous ass globes kept on twisting with lasvicious desire. She continued to receive his wanton, savage cock as he forcefully plunged it deep inside her ravaged behind.
The beautiful blonde even learned to love the flowing sensations of his crinkly testicles as they pushed and thudded against the nether cheeks of her ripe ass as he propelled his stirring rod that much deeper inside her, pushing himself ever closer to the ecstatic moment when the droplets of his flaming sperm would inevitably shoot from the end of his torrid prick.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME," she sighed loudly. "OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT. YOUR'RE SO RIGHT. OOOHHH, IT HURTS. OHHHH, IT IS A MYSTERY. IT HURTS ME, BUT STILL, OHHH, BUT STILL IT'S GREAT. IT'S SO GREAT. I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE SLAMMING IT INTO ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP FUCKING. YES, OOOHHH, GRIND IT, GRIND IT INSIDE MY ASS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SO GOOD."
Her entire body tingled. Beads of perspiration rolled down both sides of her face. Her sweaty, trembling legs tingled as well as she kicked them back and forth, her toes curling as she felt herself moving toward the crescendo of a wild and lustful orgasm.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I CAN'T HOLD BACK ANYMORE," she sighed. "OOOHHH, DARLING, AAAHHH, AAAHHH, HERE I GO. OOOHHH, I'M SHOOTING, SHOOTING, SHOOTING."
Deliriously her flailing ass cheeks slid back and forth in a wild, stirring crescendo of wanton lust. All the while Guy Harmon kept on slashing with his stormy cock, burying it deep inside her anal passage. His fingers imbedded sharply against the warmth of her silky ass cheeks as Guy propelled his surging body onward, driving the tip of his soaring prick up between her buns, cutting her with every swift, plunging stab that made its forceful penetration inside her desire-filled asshole.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I'M GETTING CLOSE," he cautioned her, bracing himself, his body tensing dramatically. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M GONNA EXPLODE. SWEETHEART, OHHHH, IT'S GONNA SPLASH OUT OF ME. OHHH, GET SET, GET SET."
He hammered hard with his onrushing joy stick, watching as the flaming flood tide of thick, phallic juices started to shoot from the end of his long, gushing cock.
Norma's hips and ass cheeks kept on spiritedly wiggling as he reached down and slapped at her ass cheeks. He kept on hammering and slamming with his hard, stormy cock until the final few drops of spine-tingling orgasmic fluid spurted from the end of his emblazoned organ and into her asshole.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL." she sighed. "HOW I LOVED IT. OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK YOU ARE."
With that he slowly released his now-satisfied cock from his lover's asshole. He reached out and patted her buttocks, then looked into her eyes smilingly.
"So what do you think of ass fucking now?" he asked her, smiling broadly.
"I really don't know," she said. "It felt so great at the time. I mean, in one sense it hurt, but in another sense it felt fantastic."
"Exactly. Dual sensations. That's what you're talking about."
"Yes. I guess that's it."
"It's nothing unusual. Like I said. It stings a little, but look at all the wonderful feelings you get out of it."
"So you've always wanted to fuck my ass."
"I sure as hell did. You'll never know just how much of a thrill I got when I finally had the chance to slam my cock inside you. It was such a glorious feeling."
"You're really a strange man, Guy," she shook her head. "You know, it never even dawned on me that you were attracted to me. I mean, with most guys they're coming on so strong right at the very beginning. With you it was different. You were so restrained. I mean, you were always a perfect gentleman, always very nice, very considerate of my wishes, but you never came on in that way."
"For one thing, you work for me," he told her. "I was trying to establish a certain measure of decorum. But then, finally, especially after I figured that you just had to be balling with these guys, well, then I got to thinking."
"You figured that if they could do it, so could you."
"Naw, nothing that crude," he said. "I just figured that here you were doing it with some guys you hardly knew at all. Then here I was, a guy you'd known for so long. But here I'd kept my distance. I finally figured it was foolish. I decided I ought to at least confront you."
"Confront me you did," she shook her head wearily. "I don't know if my ass will ever be the same."
"Sure it will," he confidently assured her. "As a matter-of-fact, you're gonna really learn to love it. To love the kind of fucking you got today. I mean, you're gonna love getting it on a regular basis. Just love feeling a hot, ripe cock tearing into your rectal tissues."
"I finally wound up loving it today," she said. "I surprised myself."
"Maybe so, but you didn't surprise me. I told you, you'd like it all along, didn't I?"
"You did. You were very confident about it"
"I knew one thing. You're a very sensual woman. I figured that once you did catch onto it you'd learn to love it."
"Yes, you were right."
"So the question is, where do we go from here?" he looked into her eyes, an expression of bewilderment surfacing on his face.
"I'm not sure I understand you."
"What I'm saying is that we got off to such a beautiful start," he told her. "With such a beginning, I don't know that I'd ever want to let you out into the world of the wolves. You know what's gonna happen in this business. I can see it now."
"Then please tell me."
"I'm sure by now you're already getting a reputation for being a gal who can be made. Pretty soon these guys will be taking this as a challenge. They'll be trying to get into your pants and then they'll figure they won't have to pay. They'll fool you. Then you'll be trying to get the money out of them. You know, an approach like this can only last for just so long and with so many people."
"I never stopped to think about that. You mean words of mouth could destroy me."
"Something like that. Then some guy could be a deadbeat and could maybe even make an appointment to see you. Then next thing you know all he's gonna do is ask for sex at a price. He's not gonna want to carry it beyond that. So pretty soon you've got a reputation for being more of a hooker than a bill collector."
"You do think of every possible angle, don't you?"
"I've had to be that way," he explained. "After all, I have been successful in this business. Before that I was a pretty damned good detective, and I was a good cop as well."
"Yes, you're very thorough."
"Sorry I had to sting your ass to get the point across," he laughed, "no pun intended."
Playfully he reached down and let his fingers massage the warmth of her sweaty, satiny ass cheeks.
"You do have a lovely ass," he said with profound admiration. "You know, I'd like to get used to it. Really used to it."
"You should be used to it after fucking it the way you did today."
"I mean, I'd like to have it lying next to me a lot of the time," he said. "You know, after my last marriage I said I'd never try it again. I figured that it would be a dirty thing to pull on any woman, what with me being in this occupation and all, having to be in such a state of uncertainty so much of the time. But you know this business pretty well, too. I think you could take over a lot of the executive and administrative functions, if you will. We could maybe run it as a team."
"If this is a proposal, it's about as weird a one as I've ever heard."
"Let's say that it's a proposal to become my partner in running this operation," he smiled. "Beyond that, who knows? Maybe it'll lead to a proposal of another kind as well. But in the meantime we'll be getting better and better acquainted with each other."
"You mean you'll be getting much better acquainted with my body."
"Oh, yes. It's a place I'd like to visit often."
Now Guy Harmon's fingers were sliding slowly and smoothly against the jutting warmth of her protruding, conical breasts.
"Oh, honey, you do have a way with me," she smiled. "I love the way you're touching my warm boobs."
"I can massage them even faster and push my fingers against them harder," he smiled warmly.
"I'm not gonna stop you. I wouldn't even want to try."
"Good, good, we're clicking again," he told her. "Honey, we do make a terrific team. No telling how far we'll go together."
"Oh, baby, start sucking my tits. Come on, move your hot tongue against them. Press it nice and firm. Ohhh, I want to feel it, I want to feel your tongue."
He licked his lips lasciviously, then projected his tongue downward toward her breasts. Back and forth he licked and slurped, driving his pistoning, red digit against the warmth of her breasts.
The beautiful blonde extended her legs lewdly and heaved a deep gasp. Yes, she was getting acquainted with Guy Harmon in a way that she had never known him before, and she was learning to love every moment of it.
