Brad Voight's departure from Starbright Communications was to be celebrated in grand style. Tom Griffith, Chairman and Chief Executive Officer of the cable television giant, ordered that no expense be spared for his lavish going-away party. The company gladly wrote the half-million dollar check from the proceeds of another profitable year. It attributed its growth and success to Voight; his classy sendoff was an expression of its appreciation.
That was on the surface-the official media release.
Inwardly, Tom Griffith rejoiced at the exit of his president. The man had been a thorn in his side, executing one power play too many. From his first day served, Griffith despised him. His board, however, voted him in against his silent objection. Learning from that experience, Griffith systematically had those insubordinates removed from office and replaced them with sycophants. Personally owning more than two hundred and fifty thousand shares of voting stock, he yearned for total control.
Griffith fancied that he possessed the vision that would elevate Starbright to technological significance. He had lobbied for the fiber optic cable upgrade and additional channels. Voight, also a visionary, insisted upon connectivity to the Internet. Griffith had no idea of the demand for such capability. Web fantasists applauded his backbone and embraced that innovation. Voight's argument was that its customers would ultimately hop on the cyberspace bandwagon and leave its entertainment selection in the dust. A whole new generation, he maintained, discounted their cable hookup in favor of flocking to their computers for online exploration. He urged the company to offer Internet access besides its regular fare. Griffith felt upstaged by the man's brainstorming. Voight stole his glory, and for that, he was glad to be rid of him.
Voight took the bulk of the credit, but if it hadn't been for his direction, the company wouldn't have survived the competition the past, brutal decade.
Thank God Voight elected to leave on that high point of his career. He publicly declared his wish to take a long needed rest before plotting his next venture. Griffith heard a Starbright opponent hoped to snare him with a compensation package comprising a million-dollar plus salary and a lucrative stock option bonus plan. Voight, to his knowledge, declined to make a commitment.
The press prevailed upon Voight and Griffith for the logic behind the breakup. Voight, maintaining his professional character, refused to elaborate. Griffith presumed, given their bouts in the boxing ring, that Voight simply tired of the constant battle. The eternal conflict obviously drained him. Griffith had more clout, and in time, would have exhausted every means to muscle him out. Voight opted to simplify his task.
A tall, slim, striking man of forty-six, Tom Griffith had pumped his life's blood into Star-bright. Pioneering the company from its inception, he witnessed its rise from an obscure provider of long distance telephone service to a major contender in the cable television arena. A few gray strands peppered his black hair. His craggy face was sharpened by piercing brown eyes and thin, unyielding lips. He indisputably projected charisma, his entrance to a room never went unnoticed. He had the proud gait and smile of a diplomat, yet the shrewdness of a barracuda. Few found it wise to turn their backs on him, fearing the plunge of his dagger.
The resumes of his top-ranking officers rested on his desk. He regarded each very closely. All were qualified to succeed Voight.
He discovered, through devious methods, that each would virtually commit murder to claim the president's spot. Griffith cultivated and praised that kind of ruthlessness, however, he didn't want just anybody to assume that vacated seat. Voight's successor had to prove categorical allegiance to him and carry out his schemes. He insisted upon a minion, not a leader. The new president would have to be manipulable to his satisfaction. Griffith redrafted rules that frequently contradicted corporate policy.
He stared at each applicant. Who would gladly part with his or her soul for the prestige of a president's title? He clucked upon further examination of the fanned biographies, seeing glimmering possibilities. Several were obvious choices for ascension. They had run their jurisdictions well.
Some, he contemplated with a broad smile, had sex drives which matched his. That, alone, enhanced his or her glamour.
The door to his office opened. His executive secretary, Erin O'Toole, a luscious redhead, entered. Her emerald eyes shimmered and her sensual lips curved as she made her approach. Griffith savored her hourglass figure. The woman had melon-sized tits and a sweet ass offset by a tiny waist. He was quite pleased with her. Not only was Erin a delightful sight, but his calculating accomplice and fiercely loyal. He put her through every test to measure her dedication, and always, she earned the highest scores. To his utter delight, the woman mastered the art of duplicity.
"I've just touched base with the caterers to ensure that the menu you specified was in place," she advised in a succulent tone. "They are preparing all the gourmet foods requested. I also went through the list of libations that they will make available at the bar. Only name brands will be served. I've been assured that the wine list is of vintage quality."
Tom studied her mouth-watering assets and nodded.
"The band we negotiated with to provide the music has arrived by plane and are being chauffeured to the hotel. It appears everyone is on schedule."
"Excellent. I couldn't envision leaving such a responsible task in another person's hands." He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. The bulge of his cock strained the front of his trousers. "How about a little warm-up before the party?"
Erin smiled. "You beat me to the punch. I was about to suggest it."
"Brilliant minds think a-like."
Erin kneeled before him and massaged his erection. He groaned from the heat of her palm. She delicately traced its shape, lightly passing her fingertips under his balls. Her touch made him even harder.
'Take it out," he muttered. Her gentle fondling thinned his patience.
Those small fingers worked with efficiency. She quickly undid his belt, top button and zipper. The large growth trapped within his silk boxers ached for freedom. She pulled them down, watching his plump knob spring at her. His long, slender shaft jutted, starved for some action.
"I'm glad to have arrived first," she said, taking it in her fist. "I'm not in the sharing mood."
Tom enjoyed her silky manipulation. Erin, twenty years his junior, knew precisely how to handle him. He couldn't disagree with her point of view, and instead, relaxed. Her appetite for sex equaled his.
Erin licked the tip of his cock while steadily pulling on him. His shaft yawned through her firm coil. At each new slurp, she could feel Griffith's excitement build. A creamy bead oozed from the slit. Immediately, she dabbed it with her tongue.
"Christ," he gasped, clearly enjoying her sweet flicker.
Erin lashed him further, glazing him in bubbly drool. Releasing her fingers, she spread a concentration of warm spit over his upright member. Across his veins, she darted. Up and down she swept, then ended in a nourish at his balls. His pouch grew warm and sticky from the frothy stream. She tongued his balls until his throat ached from the hoarseness.
He elevated himself to meet her conscientious lick. Rather than continue moistening him, Erin opened her mouth. Her lips snagged him at once, then attached. She yanked on the taut skin of his dick. He groaned, leaning back in his chair. His brown eyes never left her face. He focused on her gobbling expression, daring her to take more. Erin wasn't to be challenged. In seconds, his cock was gone. Her cheeks puffed with him.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, his Adam's apple convulsing. His groin was on fire. He could scarcely watch those lips take him. She pumped him with both her mouth and fist, keeping him acutely swollen. His dick burned in her grasp. "Suck me, baby. Do it."
Erin caressed his hairy thigh while filling herself. She eased the surplus into her throat. Gradually, her lips inched to his base. Every bit of him throbbed in her hot vacuum. She rubbed the large vein of his underside. She combed through the bristly texture of his leg, gravitating to his sac.
Griffith shifted in his chair, almost unable to cope with her suction or electric touch. That
Irish lass threatened his durability. He doubted he could last a prolonged round. That mouth hungrily descended upon him, fighting to contain him. He closed his eyes and fucked that freckled face.
"Mmmmm," Erin's muffled sob came. "Mmmmm."
Her moist lips slid over him. Their tight clasp had him fighting for air. She sucked him so thoroughly, he could hardly breathe.
Erin relished the power inside her mouth. Griffith's dark pupils centered on her. She grappled with the amount she took, then added to it. His mouth twisted as she increased her intake and finally kissed his balls. Burying her nose in his dark nest, she held her crippling suck. Griffith smelled soap-fresh. His dick, beating strongly, extended into her throat.
She lightly stroked his balls with her thumbs. Globs of her saliva remained, lubricating their movement. Her grope expanded as she fondled his bushy thighs.
Erin received him in a stifled moan. His big cock fucked her face. She plunged her mouth over it. Her lips braked halfway, then slithered to the stem. After tenderly sucking him, he came out. Her fingers enclosed him for a few exhilarating jerks. Her boss exhaled strongly as she yanked on his saliva-greasy cock. After priming him with her fist, she licked him some more and put him back into her mouth. Another bout with her lips and tongue followed.
Griffith gasped from her milking action. He sifted through her red tresses, letting them spill between his fingers, pulling them away from her face, wanting nothing to obstruct his view. Erin's freckled cheek bulged. Pleasure radiated through his system at the pull of her sweet lips. They methodically caressed and excited him. Hot air leaked onto his lap from each fresh mouthful.
He pondered the entire package set before him. Her flushed countenance, her sparkling eyes, her huge tits swelling within her blouse, savagely aroused him. Her nipples almost peeked from the unbuttoned top. The string of pearls adorning her neck swung back and forth as she swooped to claim him.
"Are you ready for it, baby?" he muttered. His face reddened. Perspiration cropped at his temple.
Erin maintained her frantic pace. She paid no heed to his mounting tremors and steadily gobbled him. His dick throbbed against her hot, oral clasp. Her bottom lip tweaked the large, protruding vein of his underside in every serving she took. Her wild pucker had him at fever pitch, giving him no recourse.
He lost sight of the lips that held him and relinquished control. The jism, churning in his balls, burned as it fired through his shaft. His back slammed into the chair as he spasmed.
An animal growl tore from his throat as he discharged. Erin's lips tightened around his spurting cock. She moaned as his jism jetted onto her tongue, then coursed down her throat. She pumped his shaft with her lips, pinching his pearly goo from it. Up and down she went, siphoning the excess. His cum slit opened to emit the creamy residue.
Griffith, dazed, slumped back in his chair while she used her fist. Squeezing his cock, she obtained a bit more from him. She dabbed the cum exuding from his tip while tenderly kneading him.
The woman was thorough about her job. She made certain of draining him.
He eventually caught his breath and a smile grew on his face. Life was good, he mused. "That was a most excellent session, Erin. Have you been practicing?"
She giggled. "Only on you."
Griffith did not, for an instant, question her fidelity. He kept her under surveillance, just as he had his executives. No detail escaped him.
She consulted her watch. "In roughly six hours, Voight will be history."
"Yes," he sighed. "Then the celebration will truly commence."
Erin smirked. "A private gathering afterward?"
"More than that: a corporate orgy. My top officers are invited and will perform. At the height of the festivities, I will reveal Voight's replacement."
"How brilliant," she commended. "An ending with more than the traditional bang."
Erin had no way of knowing the irony of her statement.
CHAPTER TWO
Roxanne Hunter, Senior Vice President of Marketing, returned to her apartment to change. She couldn't fathom attending Voight's bon voyage in a simple business suit. The affair called for elegance.
In advance, Roxanne had scrupulously shopped. Her object was to exhibit her curves and much flesh. The selection of off-the-rack dresses disappointed her. Her search for chic and daring was short-lived. She contracted a designer to create something with far more panache. Given her six-figure annual salary, she could well-afford the services of a professional couturier.
At twenty-eight, Roxanne had swiftly scaled the ladder of success. Luck, cunning and a fair amount of sexual bribery had shortened her climb. She felt fortunate to have been blessed with a sensuous body. Her tits were just short of being mammoth. A natural blonde with pale blue eyes and a wildly expressive mouth, Roxanne was a stunning creature. Her long, sleek legs and tiny waist were the product of diligent jogging and tennis. Her ass was worthy of second and third glances-possibly more.
A keen observer of the political scene, she navigated her way to upper management in no time. She shaved years from her aspirations by finger-pointing the flaws of her superiors, influencing their termination. Some labeled her a predator, others a castrating bitch. Roxanne admitted to both and never felt poorly about it.
Her current ambition was seizing the presidency of Starbright. She felt qualified, despite her age. Assuming the helm did not intimidate her. To sit at the end of the table, gazing at her cabinet, dictating the direction the company would take became her obsession. Her role in Marketing taught her all the essentials of survival. She learned the time-honored cutthroat tactics used by her predecessors, then added a personal twist. Being a woman served to her advantage. She grasped the ability of wrapping men around her finger and instilling that her ideas were actually of their invention. To that end, she manipulated and conquered.
Yes, she was quite suited for that lofty position.
Roxanne envisioned success. She was confident Tom Griffith would pick her. During their board meetings, he invariably ogled her. She was a real man's woman, and indelibly aware of it. His invitation might be contingent upon an obligatory fuck from time to time, but she viewed it as the cost of doing business. She would immediately agree to such a transaction.
She stripped before a full-length mirror, admiring her exquisite body. Men had fought for the privilege of having it-many to their detriment. She studied her rose-colored nipples in contrast with her tanned skin. The roundness of her breasts, then the tapering to her small waist and the curve of hip gave her a delicious symmetry. She sorted through the blonde fluff, impeccably shaped into a heart. The sight of her undraped flesh aroused her. She would never publicly acknowledge her narcism. Admiration of herself was a dimension she preferred remain an obscure fact.
She separated the soft, pink lips of her cunt. The moist sound brought a smile, then a gasp. Her clit swelled beneath her rotating finger. Pleasure shot through her like lightning. It didn't take much-a little rubbing, a glimpse of herself-and the result never varied. She looked fantastic and knew it.
Before slipping into her gown, she arranged to bathe. The assortment of fragrant soaps already awaited her on the ledge of her sunken tub. She expected to be fashionably late. Her admirers had grown accustomed to her meticulous preparation that guaranteed an arresting entrance. Maintaining tradition was not without taking those pains. Her audience, however, was unaware of the fulfillment she attained during that process. The water jets were strategically placed for maximum pleasure. She spread her legs, reclined and indulged in a few orgasms. Cumming against that stimulating pressure put her in a more productive frame. Eliminating the tension, she judged, gave her an edge. She gained a deeper clarity of thought after attending to that base need.
Her finger revolved around that wet, pink area. Her cunt flesh glistened. She moaned, reeling before her reflection. Her nipples enlarged as the tingling evolved into a rippling joy. Ecstasy slowly developed.
"Yeah," she murmured, savoring the thrill. She was definitely hot and better than any woman employed at Starbright. She delved into her sticky furrow, listening to its sweet noise. Her juicy folds made exciting music. Running a finger up and down her groove, she stopped at her clit and began rubbing it. Her lips receded from her clenched teeth and a gasp dredged up her throat. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes. The best there."
She closely regarded her seductive presence. Those nuggets increased in size. Her tits rose and fell as she massaged her pussy. Casting back her head, she noticed the misting of her blue eyes. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders.
The only missing component was perhaps an alert tongue. She wouldn't have minded getting licked by one of her many worshipers. Having a tongue slide all over that inflamed section, particularly over her love button, appealed to her. She imagined hot bubbles spilling into her aching crevice, blending with her nectar. She shivered at the prospect.
In a circular motion, she brushed her clit. Instantly, pleasure increased. It felt incredibly good. She studied her delectable picture, swaying au naturel while afforded that luxurious barrage. The chills were plentiful as she swirled around and around, hardening against her poised finger.
Gazing wantonly at herself, taking stock of her lip-smacking arousal, she stopped. Her nipples were severely erect, stretched high. She left her snatch and gingerly daubed one. The scent of pussy pinched her nostrils as she smeared it. It was the most pleasing ointment ever, and had a luscious redolence. She inhaled its freshness and shivered from its application.
Her buzzer abruptly sounded, reverberating through the place. Roxanne cursed, then calmly depressed the button. "What is it, Herbert?" she asked her doorman in a subdued tone.
"Dan Gaines is here to see you."
She frowned. What the hell did he want? "Send him up." Her voice did not betray her irritation. Masking her emotions was a primary talent-acquired and refined. Few suspected the ongoing calculation of her mind.
She towel-dried and donned a silk kimono, knotting the sash with a snarl. Her time was at a premium; she had no wish to spare a single moment of it on the-likes of that idiot.
She promptly discarded her grimace and all trace of her arousal. She had that kind of discipline. Without it, she wouldn't have ascended the ranks at nearly the same speed. That, alone, was a prerequisite for the post she hoped to obtain.
When the elevator doors opened on her floor, Roxanne waited with a glass of scotch, her face devoid of emotion. "Here," she said, thrusting it in his hand. "Amuse yourself while I dress."
The trim, six-foot-two executive held his trademark grin. Dan Gaines, extraordinarily handsome, could have passed for a professional model. At thirty, the man indisputably had magnetism. He was a favorite topic of discussion in the ladies room. Roxanne frequently caught the risqu' asides of secretaries and receptionists who would have pledged their soul for a night in his bed. Some pondered his sexual performance, others his intimate measurements. His piercing brown eyes, long lashes, prominent nose, thick lips and strong jaw comprised his Irish features. His black hair, swept back, never had an uneven strand.
He accepted her gift while taking stock of her. Black hair was heavily prevalent on the back of his hand and entire wrist. She detected liquor on his breath. Her offering was merely a continuation of what he'd already imbibed.
"Dressing for the kill, eh?" he jested, scanning her from top to bottom. "Let me guess: a backless gown, or possibly something off the shoulders with a gauzy cape to conceal those great tits. A little tease, plenty on exhibit." He sipped his drink. "Am I right?"
Roxanne suppressed her repugnance of him. "With any luck, you'll get plastered before the party and pass out. That would save the company from complete embarrassment."
Dan chuckled, then spread his arms. "You slay me, pumpkin. Take off the boxing gloves and give me a sexy hello."
"In your dreams." She sent him a withering look, which proved useless. Dan, wise to her tricks, was in the exclusive category that didn't bend to her command. His condescending pet name added to her annoyance. He called her "pumpkin" as a means of putting her in her place. "And please don't call me that."
"How would you rather be addressed? Bitch, perhaps?"
Roxanne, ignoring him, headed for her room. "I'm going to shower and dress. Either make yourself comfortable or leave. Those are your options." She didn't bother looking behind after shutting her door. Dan was a nuisance. After Griffith named her president, her first order of business would be to issue him his walking papers. She had no need of him, nor his chauvinistic attitude.
She retrieved her lavish gown from her spacious closet and set it across her bed. That outfit, she believed, would turn heads and cause salivating. The plunging neckline placed her ample breasts on display. The diaphanous cape distilled the effect, but as the evening lengthened, she planned to eliminate it.
"Very nice."
Roxanne whirled around. Dan leaned against the doorframe, nursing his scotch, baring a cocky grin. Outraged, she glared at him. "How dare you enter my room at will?"
"Why are you so uptight, pumpkin? You act like we're strangers." He sauntered over and stopped within an inch of her. "You and I know that simply isn't the case."
His alcohol fumes ceased to offend her. She didn't shrink from him, either. His underlying virility tempted her. She recognized the corrosion taking place. Dan usually had that unerring effect when she least desired it.
His lips pressed hers. It was an exploratory gesture to measure her receptivity. She could have slipped away from him, but didn't. After several heartbeats, he inserted his tongue. Again, she exhibited no negative signs. He roamed the inside of her mouth, savoring its sweetness. Her response was faint, yet discernible. He perceived less tension, too. His arm curved around her, dragging her to him. Her kimono loosened, revealing the cleft of her large breasts. He cupped her sumptuous butt cheeks, sampling their firmness. She had a nice, squeezable ass.
Roxanne's arms hung limply at her sides. She clenched and unclenched her fists. After a prolonged round with his tongue, she submitted to his kiss. Though adamant about standing her ground, he sensed her defeat. She returned his embrace with equal fervor.
Dan hugged her tightly to him, enjoying her surrender. Rarely did a woman hold out on him. Even the most combative ones, like Roxanne, finally capitulated. Once he discovered that weak spot, he tweaked it to his advantage. In Roxanne's example, he delighted in having all that wild female energy fighting against him.
His cock swelled in his pants. He smashed himself to her soft, susceptible mound. She shivered in his arms, responding. Her pussy moved with him, offering something eager and flexible to grind. He soon sported a big, throbbing boner that nearly burst at the seams. His dick, painfully rigid, burrowed into that spongy crotch.
He kissed her roughly, nearly devouring her lush lips. He teethed the bottom one, then brought her tongue to life. She darted at him, stirring him into play. His mouth hungrily covered hers, allowing the exchange of tongues. They freely passed back and forth, in a wriggling frenzy.
Suddenly, Dan slipped off her kimono. His action didn't stun Roxanne. His patience for that flimsy garment had expired. He yearned to see her every naked inch. Her hard nipples stabbed through his shirt. He valued their stiffness. Again, he groped that soft, malleable ass. Without that thin robe, he enjoyed uninterrupted silkiness.
On impulse, he clutched her pussy. His thumb sank into her juicy groove.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered.
"It's always an act," he muttered. "Don't pull that 'tough chick' shit with me, pumpkin. I have you entirely figured out."
Roxanne couldn't contradict that. Dan had the knack, an innate talent. No matter how she equipped herself, he found the crack in her armor.
He huddled her tits and aligned the nipples. They resembled pink buttons with upraised centers, screaming for some attention. Without suspending her agony, he puckered one. He enveloped it, then teased it with his tongue. Around that pink diameter, he licked, then over the hard nub.
Roxanne shivered. She witnessed his laps with a staccato heartbeat. Her resignation was very-likely a mistake, but she couldn't help herself. Dan, though a cad, solicited her excitement. He tuned out her annoyance, despite its severity, and planted a seed from which wild possibilities stemmed. She still detested him, yet yearned for the things he did well.
Those lips surrounded each nipple in a fit of suction and spit. She moaned as they moistly caressed her thick stubs. He orbited, then lashed them. His teeth enclosed one, running up and down, while he darted at its very tip. More sucking came. He wreathed her nipple in tiny bubbles that popped and inflamed her.
Dan soaked those bullet ends before proceeding to her stomach. His saliva dripped from those stiff peaks. Gasping, she welcomed his trail of hot, stirring kisses. To her navel he went, pausing to lick it. He pushed his nose into her blonde fur, inhaling its female essence. Moving lower, he exhaled over her vulnerable flesh, his breath fanning that area. Glistening dew clung to her succulent layers of flesh.
Gently, he coaxed her onto the bed. Roxanne, conscious of her gown, swerved from it. Arching her spine and spreading her legs, she prepared for his feast. Dan's tongue wiggled into her furrow, sampling her nectar. His initial slurp disarmed her. She moaned and shook, then pushed for another pass. An artist, he afforded her pussy distinct licks. He meticulously gleaned the flaps of honey. He drew her suspense, never alerting her to the abrupt shifting to her clit. That brisk, licking surprise offered sheer exhilaration.
Dan smugly observed Roxanne's juiciness. The woman routinely screened her emotions, but he managed to glimpse them behind the grille. Her abrasiveness was a masquerade. Beneath that brassy surface lurked a hot, pleasure-seeking female.
He divided those damp folds with his thumbs, then slowly tongued them. Her cunt noisily opened. At first blush, he gathered that she'd been playing with herself. Her hole was much too sticky for her longing to have just started. He imagined she fondled herself and planned to finish in the shower. Although a finger might have done the job, he showed her the improvement of a tongue.
He delved into her wet center. Her saturated pussy readily absorbed his serpent tip. He went as deeply as physically allowable. His mouth clamped her spongy mound as he reached into that soaked orifice. He hummed against her delicious flesh, sucking and licking.
Roxanne dragged air through her gritted teeth. Her blonde brow knitted together. Her light blue eyes swam in and out of focus, growing moist. "God," was all she could say. Her nails scratched his shoulder before she held his head firmly in place. Lifting her ass, she molded her snatch to his mouth, filling it. Her tangy nectar sprinkled his taste buds. Using his lips, he squeezed the juice from her pussy. Her tart trickle spurred his thirst. Barely suppressing his growl, he searched for more of it.
Roxanne thrashed. She writhed beneath his fucking tongue. He speared her gooey loins, then drank from an endless supply. Unable to sustain a single thought, she shuffled her dislike of him to the back of her mind. At the moment, he served her in the manner needed.
Keeping an eye on her panting expression, Dan loosened his tie and undid the buttons of his shirt. He buried his tongue into the center of her heat, regaining the use of his hands. Off came his clothes without a minute's interruption. He slobbered her trembling mound, inundating it with hot saliva. His vibrant tongue held apart her sex-puffed lips.
Getting naked was the only way, from his perspective. The thrill of facing each other in the nude, grappling with that intensity called lust. Skin to skin, he aimed to bestow her the fulfillment she craved.
Roxanne witnessed his striptease. Dan, an expert at disrobing at the height of excitement, calmly peeled each article. He took care in not rumpling his apparel. His freckled shoulders, heavily matted chest and rippling muscles were hers to gaze. From her angle, she couldn't view his cock, yet would eventually have it waving before her.
She bit her bottom lip when he veered to her clit. His possession of it was swift and riveting. Her vision distorted as he stroked it. Damn him, she thought, loving it. The man had her seduction down pat. He washed her button in warm, foamy spit. He set her entire crotch on fire.
Come on, pumpkin, he thought, eating her. Studying her burgeoning pleasure, he wanted her to cum in his mouth. He sucked harder, mouthing that pussy. Those nectar-rich membranes melted against his busy tongue. Her clit noticeably hardened. Faster and faster he went, urging her to finish. He could scarcely wait for her orgasm to drench his cheeks.
Strands of blonde hair stuck to her damp forehead. Sweat poured from her in waves. She couldn't control the fluids she exuded-not while that mouth and tongue riled her.
She watched him tease her clit. He revolved around that bud, delivering a series of jolts, then strongly lashed it. His tip intuitively found her most sensitive spot, then became relentless. Back and forth he went, taking her to the edge of sanity. She huffed and puffed, almost hyperventilating.
Oh, yes, she thought. The man was good-in fact, sensational. She recognized and appreciated his oral skills.
Dan took greater interest in caressing her. Those sleek, tanned thighs begged for his graze. Skimming her with his fingertips, he satisfied that urge. She gyrated her hips, responding to his touch. Her soft purr echoed.
Pre-cum seeped from his dick. He needed to get inside her, fucking her hot pussy. The prospect of those manipulative walls closing around him, drawing out his pleasure, was more than he could handle. He ached for that sweet, gratifying friction only a cunt could provide.
He increased his tempo, forcing her into orgasm. Her love button pulsated beneath his speedy flicks. She moaned loudly, widely spreading her legs to receive every soggy lash. Breathlessly, she leaked onto his extended tongue.
Do it, he silently commanded, licking her into a frenzy. He stayed on that clit, contemplating her. He kept going until she couldn't fight it.
Roxanne's lips rounded, venting spent oxygen. Clasping the back of Dan's head, she slammed into his face. The sodden connection of cunt and mouth accentuated the thrill. Rocking her hips, she rubbed herself to that furious tongue and accepted the spasms.
"Yes," she sobbed, relinquishing her grip. Dan went on gulping from her loins, his tongue moving nonstop. Her clit burned against his tip as he spread his spittle. She couldn't delay the pressure building in her crotch. Those powerful hands held her at bay, subjecting her to that raging energy. Throwing back her head, she came. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Her sweet torrent filled his cheeks. He swallowed her tangy fluids, letting them pour down his throat. Listening to her squeal of joy made it better. He liked her husky cries coupled with the fierce contractions.
Roxanne fell limply against the sheets, scrambling for air. She lost sight of Dan, who vanished in a dense fog. Wiping the sweat from her face, she eventually reclaimed her wits.
Dan kneeled on the bed, between her legs. His dick jutted at her. Without using her sight, she easily clasped it. Her delicate fingers curled around his immense shaft. He leaned closer, giving her ample opportunity to stroke him. A few seconds of her precious tugging caused him to turn rock-hard.
"Oh, yeah, pumpkin," he hoarsely informed as she fondled his engorged cock. "You're going to get that-every fucking bit of it."
Roxanne moaned. The turbulence of pleasure still rumbled through her body. Although she'd just come, the itchiness in her pussy thrived. She needed something large and thick to assuage that ticklish yearning. To that end, she expected Dan would offer relief.
Dan withdrew from her grasp and steered himself to her gummy cunt lips. He disengaged them with his cockhead, pressing into her crack until the lips unfurled. His head sank into her squishy center, then the rest of him. Her drenched pussy took him in huge servings.
"Oh, God," Roxanne whimpered. "Yes."
He observed her face during penetration. Color flared in her cheeks as he lowered his dick into her snatch. Her eyes glittered, the pale-blue pupils coming to life. Her wet cunt effortlessly absorbed him, offering no resistance.
Dan swallowed hard. Her tight pussy rarely failed to amaze him with its sweet clench. She thoroughly gripped him, providing that deep rub. He paused, savoring his crushing fit. It had been some time since he'd last been squeezed so nicely.
Their on-again, off-again affair had been cluttered with lengthy intervals. Dan and the mercurial Roxanne were often on opposite sides of the fence. Usually, they set aside their differences from some recreational fucking. The impending departure of Brad Voight, however, presented a window of opportunity none wished to miss. The competition for it had been unprecedented. Starbright's executives craved that distinguished title.
Dan, however, felt only he was truly worthy of it. As Senior Vice President of Research and Development and the cornerstone of the company's foundation, he deemed himself heir apparent. Who better to lead them into the millennium than someone of invaluable experience and grooming?
He could not deny Roxanne's grit. She had an abundance of it. Too bad she couldn't fit a man's pair of shoes, which the job demanded.
For the moment, he fancied the exertion of Roxanne's pussy. He protruded from those expanded folds, slick with her juices. Her cunt coated him with its oozing excitement. Upon cramming himself into it, his dark pubes mingled with her blonde wisps. Roxanne arched, her mouth open, dredging up sobs. In and out he slid, creating pleasure-giving friction. He fucked her roughly, holding nothing back. He appeased her chants for "more" and "harder."
"You like that, huh?" he muttered, nearly stricken of the power of speech. He pumped her quicker, offering his most solid part. "Yes, I can see how much."
Their flesh slapped together. Roxanne could feel his balls hitting her ass. Dan held her legs apart while jamming his cock. His furry body scratched her, yet she treasured his manly textures. He helped her forget the rigors of the workplace and made her feel like a woman.
His dick plunged into her, strong and far. She approved of his brusque treatment. The burning sensation in her cunt couldn't have been satisfied by anything less. She shoved herself at him, completing their link. He filled that gap, demanding all the room she had. She cried out as he pumped her, giving her his meat. He smashed the whole thing into her snatch, scattering her thoughts in all directions. He fucked her into a sweet, senseless state.
"Yeah," Dan groaned, getting caught up in the ride. He charged into her, letting her pussy gobble his cock. The moist sounds of her rubbing him gave him a ferocious incentive. He sawed through her juicy grasp, deriving its luscious benefits. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
Roxanne, nodding, let out a husky cry. His cock reached deeply into her hungry cunt, massaging her frustrated section. Collecting her tits, she thumbed the nipples. Prodding her elevated nubs, she enhanced the rich sensations he fed her.
Playing with her clit had been fun, but nothing replaced the satisfying crunch of a hard cock.
He gazed between their bodies, where they merged. His cock glided in and out of that saturated cunt. He looked from there to her face, which was a study of ecstasy. Gritting his teeth, he rammed into her with all his might. He changed her expression by varying his tempo.
Roxanne whimpered. She favored his irregular strokes. Her wet pussy always smothered him with its warm, flexible pulp. He left her no choice, extended no chance for her to get away from it. His crotch and hers met with an agonizing bond.
Dan's handsome face metamorphosed into a grotesque mask. Contortions lined his face. His breathing grew labored. "Come on, pumpkin," he ordered, shoving it into her. "Do it, now."
Roxanne couldn't have prolonged her ecstasy another second. His orgasm-inducing pump placed her at his mercy. The commotion he started in her loins evolved into total chaos. She shook harder than before, surrendering to the tremors.
"Oh, yes," she wailed, beset with fever. "Yes."
She came with a vengeance, slamming into him. She pressed her ass to his balls until they strained at her sopping entrance. He froze, giving her the chance to slide back and forth over his rigid member. She took what she needed to quench her thirst.
Dan pulled out and aimed at her tits. Roxanne expected his eruption. Hot jism squirted onto her writhing body. She did not attempt to avert its path, nor deflect its force.
"Arghh," he howled, shooting. His red countenance hovered over her. "Arghh."
Roxanne rubbed his sizzling goo over her tits. His creamy splatter tingled on her skin. She moaned, spreading it.
Dan grabbed his spurting cock and jerked it. He worked every drop from it, from base to tip. More of his white stuff seeped from the head, falling to her awaiting breasts. He didn't stop until siphoning the last of his burden. For him, it had been another ball-draining experience.
A grin took shape on his handsome face, bidding adieu to his orgasmic scowl. "Shall we consider that a pre-celebration?"
Her brow rose. "In what respect?"
"We know that Griffith has me pegged for the main spot. Let's face it, I'm his man."
"Is that so? Don't be shocked when I nab it."
"You? Ha. Griffith firmly believes in male authority. The company has never surrendered its reins to a woman."
"It will."
Her abounding confidence astonished Dan. Roxanne seemed positive of the outcome, and that bothered him. Her yearning for the seat came as no surprise; he'd been prepared for her throwing her hat into the ring. He expected that gesture, however, to be futile. Unfortunately, the woman was cunning, for which he was respectful and never forgot. "How do you propose to beat me to the punch?"
Roxanne maintained her composure. "Do you take me for an idiot? I'm hardly one to reveal my hand."
His brow furrowed. "I suppose giving the man a steady supply of pussy will cinch it for you. Wrong, pumpkin. He's not going to deviate from tradition. A man has historically occupied that chair. The going is much too rough for the gentler sex."
She felt like cracking him across the face. The man's narrow-mindedness irked her, but she refused to show it. His chauvinistic remarks failed to displace her smirk. "Aw contraire. I am very much a ruthless contender. Rebels have suffered from trifling with me, or haven't you noticed?"
His grin dissolved.
"If that's your only trump card-an assuredness of a male successor-then you've achieved a false level of comfort," she continued. "I'm going to be laughing myself silly at your dismissal, all the way from Voight's old office."
"You mean.. .you're declaring war?"
"Naturally. I can't have an old flame around who is going to usurp my command. I'm familiar with your methods, Dan. You would constantly try to undermine me. I can't have that."
"Don't try anything you'll later regret, pumpkin," he gruffly pronounced.
"All's fair, remember. Just wipe away that grin and show some fear. It keeps a man honest."
Dan wasn't nearly as dumbfounded as she might have guessed. He anticipated such a battle and had drafted a backup plan. For the past several months, he had flirted with an idea that had blossomed into a daring scheme. He neglected to use it, reserving it for the proper time.
The bitch gave him every reason to exercise that option.
Experienced at covering his ass, he would see her strategy backfire.
CHAPTER THREE
Allan Forrest purposely avoided the clock. He kept abreast of the lengthening hour and his need to put aside his work so that he could attend Brad Voight's party. The thirty-six-year-old Senior Vice President of Operations was accustomed to being the last out. The others abandoned their turf for various reasons: cocktails with vendors, dinner meetings with prospective channel providers, or merely to attend the Little League games and tap dance recitals expected of their families.
Allan retained his bachelor's status through his decade-long career. Not only had he no interest in riding double-harnessed, but didn't forecast it, either. His needs were served by a variety of partners, all certifiably healthy and hassle-free.
An attractive man standing six-feet-four, he had a crop of carrot-red hair, crystal-blue eyes, a mustache and trimmed beard. The latter gave him somewhat of a scraggy look that appealed to the ladies of the office. A sharp dresser, he defied any unflattering labels. He had a muscular, well-proportioned body. Allan religiously adhered to exercise and diet, believing those staples the most vital in one's life. He acknowledged the furtive glances by the female population, yet investigated none. It was his contention that few, if any, could truly satisfy him.
Allan funneled all his energies into his job. He heavily networked the premium movie stations plus those in Starbright's basic package. He lobbied for a better lineup, negotiated contracts, added and dropped channels as deals soured. Bottom line, he strove for customer satisfaction. He took seriously outages, satellite interference and poor reception. Few problems left his desk and were resolved elsewhere.
He invested heavily of his time in the company. Twelve and fourteen hour workdays were his norm. Diligently, he endeavored to make Starbright Communications the industry leader.
Naturally, Allan expected a payoff, not in terms of a bonus, but in recognition. When Brad Voight tendered his resignation, Allan envisioned himself succeeding him. A devout believer in the reward system, that honor rightfully belonged to him. He expected rivalry. Who wouldn't want to rule the corporation and place his or her mark on it? As others vied for that title, so had he.
Allan expected his technical skills to win over Griffith. The man respected his base of knowledge, perhaps more than any other executive. When Allan attended a meeting, he brought a wealth of invaluable information, for which they were all dependent. He was, put short, a walking library.
He deemed crucial completing his analysis of expense data before arriving at the party. Should Griffith wish to discuss their current growth in relation to their costs, he had the numbers learned. His photographic memory rarely failed him.
While accessing the spreadsheet on his computer, the telephone rang. He fetched the instrument without leaving the rows of figures. "Forrest."
"Hi," came the sheepish, female voice.
"Good afternoon, pet," he said with measured cheer. "How are you feeling?"
"Rather naughty."
A slight grin came as he cursored down the screen. "What have you done to warrant that confession?"
Her tone grew huskier. "I masturbated without permission."
"I see." He scanned the displayed columns, taking mental snapshots. "What brought on this surge of rebellion?"
"I was in a stall in the ladies room, thinking about you, master. Your big cock was on my mind. I dwelled upon a previous scene in which I only wore a pair of hose and you ripped a hole in its center, then stuck your dick into me. Remember, master? You pulled out and wiped yourself all over my spoiled stockings."
"A true highlight, I'd say."
"I started fondling myself. My excitement intensified, and I abruptly orgasmed. I sat there, shaking, trying to collect myself for possibly ten minutes. It was a very good orgasm."
Allan preferred submissive women. He was not entirely committed to bondage, in which public humiliation and pain were commonplace. His expectation was solely unconditional surrender to him.
The woman on the phone was Deborah, a luscious brunette who appreciated his dominant approach. A saleswoman of corporate real estate, they had started as nodding acquaintances, then discovered their mutual passion for kink. Deborah's appetite mirrored his. She craved the aggressive male who asserted control.
Even while he worked, his cock swelled in his pants. It had a mind of its own. His analytical brain continued to function as a tape recorder, processing statistical data. His body, however, had other ideas.
"Where are you now?" he quietly asked.
"In my car, on my cellular phone."
"Drive here at once. By then, I shall decide your punishment."
"Yes, master. I will be there."
"Yes," the five-foot-eleven brunette murmured as Allan pinched her nipple. Her breasts weren't large, but perfectly shaped and deliciously firm. The thick stub protruded from his thumb and forefinger. "Yes, master."
Allan refrained from smiling. Deborah exhibited tremendous discipline. Though whimpering, she never shrank from his twisting digits. She stood naked, rocking on her high heels, welcoming his brusque handling. When exhaling, she tousled her brown bangs. Her beautiful face transformed into a mask of sublime pleasure. Slim and lithe, she had an outstanding body.
They were in his office, with the door shut and locked. Allan rejected acceptable risks. Knowledge was power; he vowed no individual would have that over him. The building had been vacated except for the custodian of the floor. Allan forbade him to clean unless he furnished a signal.
Allan tweaked her other nub until it stood at a pronounced point. The woman, ten years younger, savored his sleek expertise. He towed the line between pleasure and pain. Disliking the latter, he made certain to stay at the fringe. Assuming control, driving their passion, was his preference.
He held no affection for the woman, nor did she spout her love for him. Each knew their roles. He was simply her master, she his slave.
Allan's second twist produced a throatier gasp that ended in a smirk. Her dark eyes misted, then glazed over. He glanced down her front and noted the exuding moisture on her pink petals. Deborah had shaved, at his instruction. Her arousal was plain to the eye.
"Give me your wrists," he ordered.
Deborah did not hesitate. She offered them at once, swallowing roughly. He retrieved a silk scarf from his desk drawer and bound them. The material didn't dig into her flesh-that would have contradicted their earlier understanding. She trusted him not to hurt her. He fulfilled her craving for a dominant male without invalidating that agreement.
Incapacitated, she awaited his next directive.
Allan ran a finger up and down her nude flesh. He tested her reflexes. Again, Deborah held them in check. She shivered, but never bolted. He circled her navel then stopped at her shorn pussy. That bare section whetted his appetite. By shearing her pubes, she opened herself to heightened sensitivity. That enhanced reception, in Deborah's case, bred multiple orgasms.
"You shall not touch with your clit," he sternly told her. "Not without my permission."
"Yes, master."
He avoided the swollen bud within her sticky cunt lips. Tracing its gummy border with his thumb, he watched for her trembling. He inched into it, going into the hole. She sucked air through her clenched teeth, but did not move. Tiny cries bubbled from her throat. Her pussy soon received his whole finger. He went into her slowly, savoring her spongy pulp. Slick sounds evolved.
"Oh, God," she moaned, responding to his pump.
"You may not cum. Resist the urge. Do you understand."
"Yes."
Allan held his gape of her tormented expression. Deborah's loins were hot and wet, plainly aching for cock. His dick stretched at her, clamoring for some wet smothering. He wanted to lay her across his desk and fuck her hard. A devout disciplinarian, however, he barred himself from temptation. He would only go into her when his patience became exhausted and his body screamed for relief.
He relied upon his inflexible restraint to see him through.
After finger-fucking her for moments, he withdrew. Her cunt nectar dripped from his digit. He brought it to her quivering lips. "Suck your juices off me."
Deborah gladly complied. Her tongue darted at his proffered digit, cleansing him with saliva. Bending her head, she took him into her mouth and drenched him with more. He emerged without a remnant drop.
"Very good, pet. You're compelled to obey." He cupped the top of her head and pressed. Immediately, Deborah kneeled. He could feel her hot breath on his cock. He throbbed, longing for her clasping lips. "Suck me, pet. Make my dick juicy with spit."
He gripped her by the hair, swinging himself at her. She opened her mouth, extended her tongue. He steered into it, observing her steady gobble. His cock disappeared in several gulps. He gave her the whole thing, basking in her sweet clench. Her tongue slithered against him, distributing a barrage of tingling love. Crushing him with her lips, she welcomed him into that orifice. His balls bulged at her sopping entrance as she soaked the rest of him. Saliva oozed from the corners of her lips. Her mouth was as juicy as cunt. He leaned into her face, groaning, enjoying the rush. Seconds later, he eased himself from her slobbering embrace.
"Yeah," he muttered, somewhat dazed by the pull of her sweet mouth. He moved his hips, returning into that baking warmth. He stuck himself into her gorgeous face, then withdrew all but his enlarged cockhead. "Suck me."
Deborah absorbed him to the root. It was no small accomplishment. Allan, having measured his own cock, recognized her ability to swallow his eight inches. He boasted length and width. She handled his two-inch diameter without a hitch.
He deprived her of stroking him. The silk scarf disabled her wrists. Her fingers clawed, yet she refrained from escaping his knot.
Allan clasped her head and fucked her face a little while longer. He made sure she thoroughly lubed his dick with spit. Those lips provided friction, but not nearly to the degree he yearned.
At last, he backed away from her sucking lips. Strings of saliva attached him to them. He grappled with his will power. The impulse to cum all over that face gripped him. Only by a slim margin did he repel it.
He dragged her to her feet. She swayed on her high heels, prepared for whatever struck him. He did not hold her in suspense. Calmly, he turned her around and propped her against his desk. He confronted those luscious butt cheeks. They were of lip-smacking quality. They opened with a push of his thumbs. Her anus winked at him.
Yes, he hungrily thought. Yes.
Deborah, unruffled, lazed across his desk, agreeable to whichever orifice he chose.
He put his mushroomed head at her wrinkled hole and pushed. Her butt hole opened for his saliva-greased bulb. Into that tight, hot space, he sank.
"Yeah," Deborah moaned, receiving him.
Allan groaned, fitting himself into that narrow groove. Those small, smooth buns took him in ravenous mouthfuls. His spittle-slick shaft disappeared into that delightful butt. When he fully submerged himself, his chin craned over her shoulder. He saw her fingers claw and perceived her tension. The silk scarf locked her slender wrists, restricting her freedom. A whole lot to fuck, he initially overwhelmed Deborah. He filled her ass with his big cock.
"Yes, master," she whimpered. "Yes, master."
Reaching around her, he palmed her tits and enclosed those thick stubs. He hugged himself to her writhing body, methodically pumping her. The air rushed out of her when he smashed everything into her crack. His balls pressed her shivering cheeks. His dick throbbed in the heart of her dark squish.
"Do you like that, pet?" he asked, catching his breath.
"Yes, master, I do."
His hands left her tits and went around her throat. He caressed it, rubbing her silky flesh. His fingers encompassed her neck, yet didn't tighten. He deemed holding a woman in such a manner extremely sensual.
Sweat coursed from his face as he stuck his entire dick in her. His balls bumped her quivering rump. Deep into those sumptuous cheeks, he plunged. He loved the conflict of her anal walls. She was a hot, tight squeeze.
Pinning back her butt flesh, he inspected the protruding section of himself. The pink band gripped his massive girth. Her capacity to absorb him kept him rigid. The woman didn't, for a moment, protest his rear entry, nor did she try to dodge his oncoming cock. His consecutive thrusts kept her spread, held the crescents of her ass apart.
Perspiration caused his beard to glisten. The salty wash rinsed over his copper-colored matting. He exuded a profusion of sweat while pounding her ass into submission. Precum seeped from his dick while fucking her.
Deborah had been tolerant of the pleasure he obtained. She held still, offering her ass to his descending cock. She had repaid her act of defiance-masturbating without permission.
He groped her pussy. Her mound was absolutely soaked. Taking his dick through the back door had been stimulating for her. He put a finger on her clit and jiggled.
"Oh, God," she murmured, vibrating against him. She became animate, gyrating her hips. "Oh, master. Don't stop. Please."
Her clit swelled beneath his skilled digit. It didn't take much. Deborah heavily sweltered, turned on by his manual relief. Juice anointed his fingertip. He slammed into her from behind, keeping her butt full, then reared back and gave her some more. His balls pummeled those heart-shaped cheeks. He enjoyed their pleasing thump.
Her nipples were at total extension. He pinched them with his free hand. Instantly, Deborah came. Having him fondle her clit and nipple had overheated her.
"Ohhh," she wailed, wildly shaking. "Ohhh."
He clutched her body to him, subduing her. His powerful hands tamed her buckling frenzy. He pumped her harder, deriving satisfaction from her seizure-ridden flesh. Although her ecstasy flowered from his expert rotation, he did not stop stroking her button.
Allan emptied his mind of everything but Deborah's smothering butt cheeks. He crammed his dick into them, savoring their pull. An ass was so much tighter and sexier for him. He throbbed within its spongy confines, on the brink of explosion.
"Cum in my ass, master," Deborah wailed. "Cum in my ass."
"Yes, pet," he whispered, digging into her. That soft ass cushioned his ramming. He loved the sensation. "I'm almost there."
Deborah gasped. He rubbed her clit more, doubling her shaking. Pussy juice trickled over his finger. He sensed the rejuvenation of her excitement. "Yes," she murmured, exhaling sharply. "Oh, yes."
Allan shoved his cock into her butt crack, groaning from the wet crunch. She slammed into him, banging him with her soft, supple cheeks. He sliced deeply into them, welcoming the squishy connection. Gradually, the urge to spew overtook him.
Deborah moved like fire against him. Her anus ferociously gulped him. It snapped up his hard dick in large servings. Allan kept pushing into it, urging her to contain him.
"Shoot inside me," she begged. "Please, master. Cream in my butt."
Her husky pleas annoyed Allan. He massaged her clit until she couldn't talk. Her words came out garbled. He swiftly brought her to another orgasm.
"Oh, God," she moaned, convulsing. "Ohhh."
At the height of her contractions, he fed his cum to her bowels. Her ass received his huge load. He flooded her buns with the jism that jetted from his spurting tip. He continued pumping her, letting those powerful muscles siphon the last of it from his shaft.
He withdrew from her cum-saturated butt-hole. Deborah, still shuddering from his finger, moaned on his desk. She appeared numb from taking him in her ass.
He wiped sweat from his forehead. Deborah worked him into a fever. The woman usually provided him quite a workout. Her insatiable appetite and yearning for subjugation were a sweet combination.
Fortunately, Starbright had a shower facility adjacent to his office. Executives who maintained late hours were permitted its use.
"You're invited to shower with me, if you would like, pet," Allan told her. "Otherwise, I have a party to attend."
"May I go with you?"
He shook his head.
Deborah, recognizing her insubordination, solemnly nodded. "I will shower with you, master."
"Be advised, you may not touch me. I can't afford to be detained. If you disobey me, I will have to punish you again."
"I understand, master."
Her eagerness to step in line pleased him. Deborah made an excellent slave.
His arrival had to be timely. He fully expected Griffith to christen him the new president. In his mind, there was no better candidate.
If, for some reason, he chose another, Allan would be forced to do something totally unpleasant.
CHAPTER FOUR
Brad Voight stripped down to his birthday suit and assessed himself in his bathroom mirror. He happily found no new signs of aging. Few people realized he'd reached the milestone of forty month ago. Projecting eternal youth, he scrupulously kept secret that date.
His chestnut-brown hair hadn't a single gray strand. No wrinkles-not even the vaguest-marred his youthful complexion. The skin was stretched taut over his face. A thin man, much more so than Tom Griffith, he disguised his age well. Not a spare ounce of fat stuck to his bones. He dressed his six-foot-one frame in impeccably tailored suits that tended to camouflage his lankness. In the buff, there was no hiding it.
Brad was amazed how Tom, six years his senior, managed to keep himself together. He indulged in every known excess, from booze to women, yet did not suffer from the side effects. Brad assumed that would not continue.
Sighing, he strolled to the large, circular sunken tub. Very particular about its temperature, he'd started the water before undressing. By turning the porcelain knob, the jet streams commenced agitating the surface. An hour's soaking was the ultimate therapy.
He hoped to erase a day's worth of frustration. It had been his last at Starbright. No longer would he stride through its doors, prepared to divide and conquer. He left those battles to the young lieutenants in position. No longer would he champion his cause in the hostile atmosphere that had become conventional.
On the desk in his study rested written offers submitted to him, petitioning for his future employment. Brad, at the top of his game, was in an ideal situation. Many companies, seeking his expertise, aggressively pursued him. All were more than happy to meet his steep asking price. Not a detail was skipped: a huge salary, a heavy-duty title, lucrative stock options, a percentage of the profits and complete autonomy.
Brad grinned. They accorded him all the time he required before casting his ballot. The inquisitive calls had begun the day he announced his decision to leave Starbright. The phone nearly jangled off the hook. His competitors felt him out, testing the waters. Some conducted their investigations in a polite manner, others tended to be more assertive.
He stepped into the warm foam, consigning those package deals to the back burner. His farewell party was that night. He intended to partake of its gaiety, regardless of his feelings about some of the people. The subterfuge bored him. He had no stomach for the closed-door conspiracies, the backstabbing and infidelities that became cliche.
Brad shook his head. Not another day of it, he avowed. Starbright was best left to its geeks and predators. Let them bail their hides out of the next fix when they arrogantly marched into it. The clamoring for his spot amused him. None would be prepared for the pure bullshit coming down the pike. His famous skirmishes with Griffith comprised the largest obstacle.
Let his replacement discover that on his or her own.
He groaned after sitting in the water. His knees broke the surface. He draped his thin arms along the ledge and sought peace.
The classical strains of Mozart drifted from the recessed speakers. It lured him into a comfortable mood. He closed his eyes and emptied his mind of the little dramas that had played out that day. He was no longer a part of them. His term of abiding the various nuisances had expired.
Regrouping his thoughts and focusing on his current surroundings, he glimpsed delicious, naked flesh at the door. His wife, Diana, smiled at him. She hadn't a stitch on, either. Steam swirled around her slim, tantalizing body. A stunning brunette, she also belied her true age. Only after a long pause could he pinpoint her exact birth date. A privileged circle was privy to her having turned thirty-eight.
"Want some company?" she asked.
"Certainly."
She joined him in the circular tub. He centered upon those perfect breasts. Brad didn't favor large-breasted women, nor did he like flat-chested. Diana fell in the middle. She had a lean, proportionate body. Prior to entering, she had pinned her dark hair in loose mounds that instilled a richer sexiness.
Brad acknowledged a pleasant tingling in his loins. He couldn't have been a luckier man.
Diana, offering a warm smile, sat closed to her husband. Dipping below the churned surface, she caressed his thigh. He shifted at her sudden voltage. She was glad of his response. Few wives retained that kind of power after fifteen years of marriage. "Rough day?"
He sighed. "Brutal, but over. All outstanding issues now rest in Griffith's hands."
"Good. Let that bastard carry the torch." Brad grinned at her descriptive choice. She had presided over many dinners in which he relayed the interferences of the egomaniacal chairman.
Griffith simply enjoyed running the show, despite the insane wisdom he tried to sell.
Brad peered into her eyes. "You look lovely this evening."
"I won't lie. I worked at it. The effect becomes more difficult to achieve as we get older."
"Bah. You still resemble the woman I married many moons ago."
Diana warmed to his compliment. She expanded her stroking, covering a larger area of his thigh. Her fingertips brushed his pubes and grazed his balls. Slowly, she snuggled a little closer.
Brad's arm slid from the ledge and curved around her. His mouth moved toward hers. Diana offered him her lush lips, then tongue. Her nipples pressed into his firm chest. He swept up and down her back before enclosing her buttocks. His clasp elicited her throaty cry. Although rail-thin, Brad was very strong. The strength of his hand aroused her.
Diana could not resist climbing onto his lap. Swinging a leg over, she straddled him. Their passionate kiss continued. His tongue, taking charge, meticulously explored her. Sliding forward, she ground herself to his cock. Brad had burgeoned to his full seven inches. He sported a gorgeous boner. She shivered from the impression of his pulsing equipment. A hunger rose in her husband, stemming from his heated core.
Diana knew precisely what to do.
Without the slightest hesitation, she lifted herself over the domed head. Their mouths did not detach, nor did his tongue retreat. She detected his animal vibrations when dropping her moist petals over that pronounced bulb. Brad groaned at her initial descent. His dick soared through her wet, pink ribbing. She grabbed him with all her might, then took a little more. Twisting her hips, she moved down his cock. He gasped again, savoring the tension she exerted. His winded response echoed in her throat. When his balls touched her ass, she let out a sigh.
She encased her husband in moist, clinging cunt.
Their lips separated. Diana, leaning back, gripped his thighs. She sat on his taut pouch while smashing herself to his concrete foundation. That hard shaft, jammed in her snatch, felt great.
Brad groaned. All that delectable yanking took its toll on him. "Oh, baby."
In righting herself, reclaimed the section that slipped from her pussy. His cock went straight up her. Diana's eyes glazed over. She could feel his slick movement. The water, spurred by the jets, enhanced the sensation. The whipped foam cleaved to her bulging pussy lips and provided a permeating tingle. "Ohhhh. That's nice."
From her husband's earlier sobriety, she concluded that his final day of employment at Starbright had been fraught with vexation. A conscientious wife, she wished to wipe that slate clean and put a smile on his face.
Lifting and dropping herself, she received his whole cock. It plowed into her middle, agitating her aching loins. Leisurely, she humped him, causing him to huff and puff. She labored, too. Her lips rounded and her teeth closed as that solid mass penetrated her.
Brad's desire escalated when studying his wife's apparent ecstasy. The woman took pleasure from his cock. Observing her panting delight made him even stiffen He grew inside that damp, smothering flesh. Her pussy constricted about him, forgetting not one vein. One couldn't endure her sexual energy unscathed. Her lustiness was contagious.
"Yes, baby," he whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me good."
Diana did that. Her pussy ravenously swallowed him. She took it all, swerving at his balls. He fought the urge to cum. She had him at her mercy, swiftly driving him to that end. He barely delayed it. Those wet, hugging folds demanded his hot, creamy love. Sensing she wasn't ready, he fended off the impulse. She neared that dazing moment, but was still a distance from it.
Those hazel eyes held his fascination. They misted over as her gratification took purchase. He watched his beautiful wife rise and fall on his cock. Her flawless breasts bounced, the rosy nipples distended. Dropping his gaze, he noted the brown triangle and his trunk protruding from the widened lips. When ascending, he saw his dick slipping from her sodden flaps. The sight of him extending from the mouth of her starved pussy nearly set him off. Again, he called upon his staying power to save him from prematurely exploding.
Diana was closer to the finishing line than he suspected. She savored that rigid bulk entering her cunt, then reaching high. Her loins simmered. Locking about her husband's cock, she derived immense satisfaction from that luxuriant awareness. He was deliciously hard, and she took what she needed to finish. In sliding up and down him, an energizing suction resulted. Brad speared that sensitive area, scratching the itch deep inside her. She broke into a gallop, pursuing it.
"Yeah," she moaned, slamming down. His balls struck her ass. Oblivious to their smack, she rode out the exhilaration that raged through her system. Her legs, draped over his, were scratched by their bristly surface. She caressed them, accepting his manly difference.
"Oh, yeah."
"Take it," he offered, elevating himself for her benefit. His cock impaled her. "Take it all."
The whirring movement of the water accentuated their coupling. Brad enjoyed its intermittent splash during their straddle fuck. Mozart, too, brought his magic.
Brad couldn't contain the euphoria that bubbled in his scrotum. His wife gave him no choice. That wet, clutching pussy wore his will power down to the quick. She was going to make him cum. From all signs, her orgasm was to be simultaneous.
He dragged her to him, inserting his tongue in her mouth. He wanted their mutual fulfillment to be a shared experience. He tried to tame her wild bucking, holding back as long as possible. The molten lava, stewing in his sac, neared eruption.
Diana convulsed in his arms. He squirted into her pussy while trying to keep her anchored on his lap. Gripping her by the buns, he brought her down to his base. He wanted his spitting cockhead to soak deeply and mix with her hot juices. Some of his power left him during that gusher. His cream amply filled her pussy.
Diana finally freed herself from his mouth and came up for air. She jerked around his spurting dick, lost in the splendor. Brad twitched inside her, around the creamy mess. Gobs of it escaped the pink band of her lips and trickled onto his slapping balls.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, cumming. "Ohhhh!"
Brad's throat muscles rippled as he grappled with that frenzied moment. Its intensity gnawed at his nerve endings. He shifted in his seat. His cock was sensitive after shooting, yet Diana's soft pussy continued to massage it. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Oh, Christ."
"Mmmmm," Diana moaned, soaring to the top of his dick, then returning it to her soaked cunthole. Brad remained stiff and serviceable. Her snatch, acting like a slippery fist, worked up his final drops.
Brad's jaw dropped from his wife's milking action. She siphoned every last bit. Her ass moved with purpose, extracting his hot goo. "Oh, yeah, baby. Drain me."
Her lips brushed him. "I love you," she said under her breath.
"Me, too."
Brad affectionately embraced her. His most precious asset sat with him. They would dutifully attend that party, then never see those miserable people again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Monique Griffith's lips parted for that large, pink nipple. Amanda Fenn's appetizing breast edged forward. Monique thought it the most beautiful thing in creation. Hungrily, she planted her mouth over it and sucked. The younger woman sobbed at her pucker.
"Yes, darling," Amanda gasped, then shoved that tit at her. "Here, more."
The auburn-haired wife of Tom Griffith gladly accepted her gift. At forty, she still created quite a sensation between the genders. A native of France, she held a mystique many found irresistible. European women, particularly those of pronounced accents and graceful carriage, appeared far more sensual than their American counterparts. In that manner, Monique was quite a success.
She had a peasant's body: large, rounded breasts that tapered to a slim waist, then curved hips. She was a visual feast, and aware of it. Exhibitionist qualities stemmed from that confidence. She enjoyed parading herself before the eyes of delighted spectators. Her body spoke its own language and reached a wide, appreciative audience.
"You are so good," Monique murmured in her melodious voice. Amanda's flesh melted in her mouth.
Amanda moaned from her feathery stroke. To have an older love was one thing, but to have one of exotic origin another. She couldn't have obtained the same pleasure from a man. Monique was gentle and knowledgeable. She revealed another secret of sexual fulfillment in each session.
Monique preferred women to men. Although she roused passion in both, women quenched her thirst. Nothing rivaled the female tongue. Its dainty flick summoned her lust. Smooth, satin flesh awakened her ardor, too. She loved all that appealing softness.
Men were too coarse and hard. Upon occasion, Monique had a yen for one-principally, her husband-but essentially chose female partners. Women were her first love.
Tom wasn't the least caring. He knew of her orientation and permitted her that freedom, contingent on her utter discretion. She served as an ornament to his professional engagements. People viewed her as imagine window dressing-a glamorously cultured woman. She lent him sophistication and nobility.
In rare instances, Monique stumbled upon whispered discussions in which she was described as "Eurotrash" and a "French whore." She projected ignorance as she mingled with the crowd, but promptly notified her husband. Within seconds of his enlightenment, Tom had the offender banished from the premises.
Tom issued her a severe warning: nothing scandalous could ever reach the media. He lectured her on the importance of a clean image. Her private life was not, nor should ever be, for public consumption. If she violated that rule, he would throw her out without a cent. Their prenuptial agreement stipulated that clause.
Per their arrangement, Monique maintained a low profile when conducting her affairs. She trifled with her female lovers in a secret apartment financed by the company. It was listed as corporate property and reserved for out-of-town guests. Monique had often writhed on the sheets of its king-sized bed, shivering from the assault of another woman's tongue.
Her affair with Amanda spanned several months. She met the svelte, thirty-two year old brunette at an art gallery featuring some of her paintings. Impressed with her talent, Monique commissioned Amanda to do her portrait. Amanda suggested doing her nude. Before the completion of their first session, the women abandoned themselves in a tangle of arms and legs. Monique took Amanda's tongue in her pussy and gladly reciprocated. From there, they became inseparable.
Amanda shut her eyes as Monique sampled her tasty nipples. She sucked her to distraction. Those swirling lashes had her swooning. "You must stop," she quietly advised. "Tom insisted you attend that party."
Monique detached from her pointed stub. She left that pink nugget in a wreath of tiny bubbles. "I'm boycotting it, darling."
"But you can't. Tom indicated-"
Monique held up her hand. "Enough. I have made my decision."
Amanda fretted before those lips came swooping down on her, then gasped as they absorbed her swollen nugget. Monique drew passionately upon it, disarranging her thoughts. Her suck silenced her.
Panting, they tumbled onto the bed.
Brad Voight's party was an appointment she would deliberately miss. Monique planned to be defiantly absent. Why should she leave the arms of the woman she cherished for that wretched man? Yes, Tom had demanded she go. He wished her draped on his arm, charming the masses. To hell with her pig husband! It would not happen.
Amanda's slinky legs came apart. Monique massaged her sodden mound. Her thumb sank into her juicy crevice. The woman's excitement pleased her. She stuck a finger into her wet cunt and slowly pumped it.
"You don't want me to leave," she murmured. "Not when you are in this condition."
Amanda blindly shook her head. A fine mist glazed her eyes. Her tongue skimmed the borders of her red mouth, then ran across her teeth. Her hips moved while Monique's digit probed her. Her exploration brought heavy gasps.
Monique used two fingers while combing through the brown wisps with her thumb. She gazed at the nipples she had just tasted. Her saliva still glistened on them.
Unable to check her hunger, Monique dropped her head. She pinned back those damp flaps, then used her tongue. Amanda sobbed from the initial contact, then shivered. Monique licked her slowly, savoring the woman's flavor.
"Oh, Monique," she exhaled, receiving those thrilling lashes. She constantly repositioned herself for the best angle. "Oh, yes, don't stop."
"Mmmmm," purred the older woman, happily observing her enjoyment. She exhibited a flair for oral pleasure and made her performances unforgettable. If not, she reasoned, her young lover might drift.
She had no worry of that occurring anytime soon. Amanda pushed her pussy into her mouth, then rotated her hips. Monique wriggled into that nectar-rich pocket, pressing her lips to her palatable flesh. Amanda's secretions filled her mouth. She separated the walls of her cunt, then sucked. Amanda's sugared fluids poured down her throat.
"I want you, too, baby," Amanda said.
Without missing a beat, Monique swung herself over Amanda's face and sat on her extended tongue. She pushed down, clenching her teeth. Amanda impaled her. Her pussy opened at her serpentine insistence. "That feels so good, love."
Monique made a feast of Amanda's cunt. Up and down that slick crack she licked, drawing her honey. The woman's sex dew trickled for her consumption. Motivated by her prolonged gasps, Monique meticulously cleaned her.
"Suck it," Amanda pleaded, lifting her hips and smashing all she could between Monique's lips. "More. Please, baby. More."
Monique cupped the cheeks of her ass, then plunged into her lover's warm, delicious pulp. She tongue-fucked her, stabbing into her quivering hole.
At her penetration, Amanda moaned. Monique stirred her into a frenzy. She channeled that excitement into fiercer suction. Exhaustively, she ate Monique, gleaning her snatch of its natural sweetness. The woman's tangy leakage filled her cheeks before she swallowed.
Monique basked in Amanda's oral warmth. Attuned to what turned her on, the young woman completely satisfied her. Amanda knew how to bring her to swift, dizzying orgasm. Her tongue didn't stop, even after Monique shuddered with her final contraction. Amanda lengthened their sessions by renewing her excitement. Her relentless lapping bridged one orgasm to the next. Monique lost count and merely rode out the pleasure her generous lover furnished.
She squeezed the nectar from Amanda's cunt lips, then delved into her drenched center. The refreshment she liked best seeped from that orifice. She washed it in her saliva, then drank. Her slurp ended with a hook to her clit. Amanda's bud pulsed madly against her flickering tip. Monique concentrated on it, brushing harder.
Amanda soon trembled. "Oh, baby. I'm going to cum."
Her husky cry supplied Monique the necessary incentive. She sucked and licked her into a screaming wreck. The woman writhed beneath her, moving like fire. Monique seized her shaking flesh and whipped that throbbing button.
Amanda reattached herself, but could not resume her previous intensity. Monique's slobbering dominated her senses. Her hazel pupils rolled and her jaw dropped when she peaked.
"God," Amanda whimpered, riddled with contractions. "Oh, my God. Monique!"
Monique took that seizure-ridden mound into her mouth and sucked its spurting juices. At the same time, she shoved her pussy into Amanda, muffling her cries. Amanda's tongue faintly flickered over her clit. She ground herself to those quivering lips, willing her to finish. Even in the heat of orgasm, Amanda managed.
"Mmmmm," Monique sobbed, ready to cum. She creamed on her face, full of tongue. Temporarily, she went numb, jolted by the impact. Every nerve sizzled.
Amanda gulped her surge of leakage. Her tongue adjusted to her jerking movement, pursuing its beat. Gradually, Monique lapsed into a cozy frame. Amanda brought her off nicely.
They kissed passionately, exchanging tongues. Monique tasted her pussy on Amanda, then dipped into her mouth so that she could sample her own spice. They lovingly shared flavors. Monique caressed Amanda's cheek while their tongues entwined.
The phone rang, shattering her afterglow. Monique hesitantly lifted the receiver. "Hello?" she asked in French, barely masking her perturbation.
"Your payment is late. I expected it two days ago."
Her brow furrowed. She loathed the person calling. "Please hold the line." She excused herself from Amanda and went into the other room. "How dare you bother me at this hour."
"I haven't the time for your theatrics, Monique. I want my money now. Either you compensate me in the usual manner, or I take my goods to the press."
"You will not!" she snarled.
Laughter echoed from the other end. "Don't challenge me, bitch. I would welcome the opportunity of submitting my incriminating collection of lesbian photographs to the media at large."
She sighed. "I haven't the time to transfer that sum. The banks are closed."
"That's your problem, not mine. You can have a two-hour extension to iron that out. Otherwise, it'll be newsworthy dirt, hot off the wire."
The phone went dead in her hand. Angrily, she hurled the instrument.
She could not risk that information falling into the public's hands. Tom would throw her out on her ear after the scandal broke. He'd never forgive her for subjecting the company to such shock treatment.
As Tom Griffith's wife, she enjoyed the many benefits that had been unavailable to her when single. His wealth enabled her to travel, purchase jewelry at whim and drive the fanciest cars. Her generous clothing allowance permitted her to have a professionally designed wardrobe. She refused to dispense with the prestige and glamour of being a chairman's wife. She'd grown accustomed to such entitlements and panicked at the threat of being stripped of them.
God, she thought. Why did she have to be blackmailed by one of her husband's top executives?
CHAPTER SIX
Erin O'Toole surreptitiously flirted with the two young men from Accounting. Mark Albert-son and Tim Haas usually put in long man hours at their desk, storing sugar-rich snacks in their drawers for sustenance. She suspected that her sudden appearance in their area also restored their flagging energy. Their conspicuous appreciation for her set of curves stroked her ego.
The strapping fellows nursed their beers and ogled her. She glanced at them across the room, cognizant of their interest. They silently conveyed that should she have need of their services, they would gladly oblige.
They held Brad Voight's bon voyage bash at the Grand Marquis, the city's finest hotel. At Tom Griffith's nod, she spent a fortune in providing their departing president a lavish celebration. Starbright contracted a popular band, the Chameleons, to provide the music. Erin made eyes at the drummer-a long-haired stud who returned her sultry gaze. Because she had never made it with a musician, her curiosity ran rampant.
Remembering her role as hostess, she refrained from loose behavior. As Griffith's executive secretary, she was expected to coordinate the festivities. She made the requisite rounds, ensuring that the bar had the promised inventory of brand-name labels and that the hors d'oeuvres were continually replenished. She drifted from circle to circle, reassuring herself that the attending guests were satisfied. She expertly handled all aspects of the gala event. Brad would have no complaint, given her attention to detail.
Straight from the brain-scrambling blow job she had given him in his office, Tom Griffith looked rejuvenated. He looked every bit his dashing self, exhibiting a courtly manner and very much resembling a corporate leader. Erin smirked. She gladly serviced her boss. The man paid her well. Even if he hadn't, he usually gave her great sex. Her girlfriends couldn't boast having the same perks.
She avoided angering or annoying him. Having been in his employ three years, she learned his pet peeves and respected them. Tom Griffith was a complex man with myriad interests. Processing his correspondence and answering his phone widened her knowledge base in the cable television industry. It also afforded her an intimate glimpse of his off-the-record transactions. Through the years, he accepted and paid bribes. He controlled pricing of various premium services-a definite "no-no" from the government's perspective. Some were forced to declare bankruptcy after having fallen out of Griffith's favor. Her boss wielded that kind of power.
Tom Griffith couldn't afford to get rid of her. She knew where he kept the skeletons. For added insurance, she copied incriminating documents and placed them in her safety deposit box. Trusting her implicitly, Griffith didn't have the slightest inclination she secured such coverage. Erin had no intention of using them against him unless given no other option.
For now, things were copasetic. She couldn't have been happier.
She gazed at the tall, young accountants. Their naked expressions followed her, their desire highly visible. She had a weakness for such raw, studly talent. The enthusiasm of such horny lads stirred her. Her pussy tightened at the thought of submitting to all that fierce, male energy.
During the course of the average day, she cultivated those fantasies. Erotic daydreams about sexually appealing coworkers were the secret ingredient of one's motivation. People meshed better when that element existed. The designs behind those lingering smiles amounted to the same.
Erin, acquainted with those reveries, and figuring that the extensive liquor supply would nourish much imagery, secured a bank of rooms in the hotel. Keys to those rooms awaited selected officers of the company. Griffith, aware of the rooms, pronounced Erin's judgment a stroke of genius. Exploring the sexual chemistry among the troops interfaced well with his plan for an orgy later in the evening.
Naturally, she had reserved a master suite for that.
She had arranged to check the hotel's accommodations at some point. Having garnered the attention of two promising hunks, she saw no reason to delay her inspection.
Erin crooked her finger at the two accountants and engaged them with a "come-hither" look.
Mark Albertson, groaning, pressed his head into the pillow. His crystal-blue eyes moistened and his mouth twisted as Erin licked his balls. His smooth chest expanded and contracted from the exploits of her busy tongue. Dark-brown hair of medium length slipped from his damp forehead. He studied the flash of pink that made fluttering contact with his taut pouch, then ran up his engorged cock.
"Fuck," he gasped through clamped teeth. He clenched his fist, digesting those luscious sensations. Erin whipped back her mop of red hair, brushing his smooth, muscular legs. Propped up on her elbows, he was able to glimpse those rigid nipples on her plump tits. Making it with a redhead always turned him on. He enjoyed her milky skin, the profusion of freckles and the shyness that blossomed into wild abandon.
Watching a redhead suck his dick sparked a favorite fantasy. The fact it was Erin O'Toole, Griffith's mouth-watering henchwoman, made him even more stiff.
A recent college graduate, he never thought he'd get so lucky. He often salivated at the woman, yet took for granted that she had a boyfriend and wouldn't ever end up in his bed. Observing her with her tongue on his cock discarded that theory. She had happily consented.
Tim Haas, equally handsome, lowered his tongue into Erin's crack. Those sumptuous butt cheeks captivated him. He pulled apart her buns and thoroughly licked the lips of her pussy. Her honey-laced folds elicited his groan. He couldn't get enough of their sugary taste. Errant hairs feathered his path, yet he continued slurping her.
Erin purred from Tim's lap job. She beamed at the tall, sandy-haired young man. Another recruit with an accounting degree, he had expert cunniligual skills. She suspected he had a flair for the oral. She loved his blue eyes, his furry chest, arms and legs. His hands were large, easily encompassing her waist. The size of his cock made her giddy. He was everything that she had hoped for.
For that matter, so was Mark.
She scattered more foamy spit over his balls. His vein-laden shaft heavily curved with excitement. He had considerably grown since her first dart. Her coy licks severely enlarged his cock.
Mmmmm, she whimsically thought. He was, indeed, a big guy.
Tim stuck his tongue into her pussy and vigorously explored it. She shivered from that his furious squirming. In and out of her succulent crevice, he went. He molded his lips to her quivering flesh and sucked. More of her tart seepage came. His extraction of it prompted more sobbing.
"You're delicious," Tim muttered before taking another mouthful of her. "God, I love eating pussy."
Erin, glad to hear that, offered some husky advice. "Make it wet for your huge cock."
"It'll be my pleasure."
Erin stared at Mark. His Adam's apple moved during her intense study. She had just completed a thorough coat. His dick strained from her bustling tongue activity. She graced his vein-bulging surface with feline care. Having dispensed with the preparatory, she rose to the tip of his cock. Her mouth opened for that wide, domed head.
Mark gasped from the heat before her lips touched him. They snared him, then tightened. Slowly she sank. "God," he grunted, unable to handle her sluggish intake.
Erin took delight in swallowing him. His jaw dropped as she gulped his cock. Apparently, he didn't think she could cope with so much. Precum rinsed her palate, mingling with her own fluids. She sucked, hungry for more.
"Yeah," he gasped, as she worked her way to his bottom. Her lips engulfed him in a rippling surge of heat. His heels dug into the mattress as he lifted himself. He met her feverish suck. "Yeah. Eat it."
Behind her, Tim became adventuresome. Having rinsed her pussy with hot drool, he decided to rim her. He pierced her wrinkled hole with his tongue, then descended it. Erin's muffled cry spurred him. Her mouth was full of Mark. She couldn't readily voice her euphoria.
Although he lacked an intimate familiarity of her preferences, he suspected she had a kinky side.
He speared her anus, drawing out her sublime pleasure. Erin's buns shifted to simplify his entrance. He reached deeply into that ass, lubing it with spit. Each pass of his moist tongue prepared her rear entry.
Erin buried Mark in her face. Her nose touched his dark pubes. She inhaled his masculine scent while skimming his sinew-rich thighs. Holding him in her throat, she thrashed his large vein with her tongue. Mark's chin went up and his eyes appeared to lose focus as she subjected him to that exquisite torture. She sucked harder than before, giving him every reason to explode. He repelled her efforts. His creamy goo did not flood her cheeks as anticipated. His determination amused her.
He would not retain it for long.
Her lips came off his cock. Her saliva dribbled down its sides. She took it in her fist and primed it. He throbbed in her heated grip. She returned the bulbous head to her mouth and plunged halfway down. Her slender fingers, clasping his trunk, pulled.
"Christ." Mark's head slammed into the pillow. He could feel her suck down to his toes. That mouth and fist were a lethal combination, tugging at his skin. "Yeah, baby. Keep it going. Don't stop."
Erin hadn't even considered it. Testing his prowess fascinated her. She hoped to either make him quickly spew, or show her what he was made of.
Tim aligned himself with Erin's backside.
His dick ached from being so stiff. Watching her blow his partner was more than he could mentally process. When he and Mark had exchanged comments about Griffith's curvaceous secretary, each had pledged his right nut to have her. Now that she offered herself, there was no curbing the burning urge in his loins. He yearned to get inside that drenched pussy.
He never doubted penetration would be easy. Framing those luscious cheeks, he parted them with his thumbs until displaying her lips. Some of his bubbly saliva oozed from her pink center. He planted the knob of his cock into that juicy groove, then pushed.
Erin moaned. Tim leisurely entered her. She stopped sucking while his hard dick filled her snatch. That long, rigid shaft burrowed into her warm, wanting hole. Her knees pressed into the mattress, shaking, as he charged through her hot squish.
Tim watched that red mop of hair tumble over Mark's lap. He glimpsed her freckled shoulders and creamy back. She had an excellent body. The tiny waist dramatized her hourglass dimensions.
He dragged her to him, pressing those sweet crescents to his groin. Groaning, he went right up her middle. His balls tapped her ass. Gasping, he eased himself from her slimy grip. Those cunt lips puckered him, refusing to let go.
He rammed into that sodden enclosure. Her pussy noisily took him to the hilt. Her damp walls closed over his dick, providing that breathtaking squeeze. The titillating slap of flesh followed.
"Yeah," Tim grunted, hugging her soft flesh to his starved body. Clutching her mound, he flattened himself to her warm crack. His balls strained at her sopping entrance. He couldn't fit an inch more into that tight cunt. "Oh, yeah."
Erin sobbed as he pumped her. Tim tried not to be rough, but couldn't help it. That pussy ferociously sucked his cock. His will power was gone. He crammed his dick into it, rubbing the lowest part of her snatch.
Mark watched Tim's features redden as he fucked Erin. Sweat darkened his hairy chest. Her rump bounced off him. He shifted to her freckled face. She appeared at the height of ecstasy, reflecting total contentment. Her ass even appeared to move enthusiastically toward him. Their loud, juicy connection excited him.
Tim's thrusts did not break the continuity of Erin's mouth nor fist. Her lips stayed tight and fixed on milking him. Mark groaned as she went down on him. She sucked strongly, causing his cum to churn. His balls tingled with the burden he carried.
"Ohhhh," Erin moaned, withdrawing her lips. Tim gave her more and more. She could scarcely concentrate while he drove into her. She massaged Mark, keeping him totally erect. Greased with spit, he whisked through her frantic clench. His cock was like steel.
She covered him with those wet lips, and treated him to some lively tongue. Up and down that clasping mouth went, thinning his defenses. She hummed against his trapped member, driving him nuts. Those hot, sucking lips shrank around him. He submitted to one stunning yank followed by another. Her hand supplied what her mouth couldn't.
The sound of Tim's balls striking Erin's ass clinched it for him. Sweat dripped from his friend's brow. Gasping loud, he hammered that pussy and appeared to be at the finish line.
"Oh, fuck." Mark gasped. He couldn't handle it a second longer. His dick was on fire. Flames licked from his balls to this tip as his molten lava jetted. Spurting into her mouth, he flooded her cheeks with hot jism. "Fuck. Arghh. Ughhh."
Erin captured every creamy drop. She secured her lips and siphoned his wad. Sucking and squeezing, she milked his gushing cock. There wasn't a lingering globule left when she was through.
Mark emptied his lungs as he discharged. That warm, gobbling receptacle blew his mind and displaced his thoughts. Shutting his eyes, he collapsed against the pillow.
Witnessing Mark's gut-wrenching orgasm set off Tim. He had felt Mark's trembling through Erin. When she sealed those lips and sucked him dry, he experienced some of that shaking. His heart was beating so rapidly, he believed it skipped a few.
"Oh, man." Tim pulled out and aimed for those heart-shaped cheeks. Her juices coated his whole cock. Growling, he squirted all over her gorgeous butt. "Arghh. Arghh." After shooting his wad, he slid his thing over the mess, smearing her buns.
Erin moaned. Tim had gotten her off, but probably didn't realize it. That rapid-fire pump had done it. Jamming her pussy, he made her cum. Braced on elbow and knee, she contended with that sweet dizziness arising from orgasm.
Whew! She saw it happening, but hadn't expected it to be so gratifying. The guy was pretty good in the sack.
Mark stirred, regaining his strength. Those blue eyes slowly snapped back into frame. Though exhausted, he managed a faint smile. "That was incredible."
"Yeah," Tim said, breathing normally. "Absolutely unforgettable. You were more than enough woman for the two of us."
Erin glanced at Mark's deflated cock. Tim's sat on her ass, in a pool of jism. Mischievously, she picked up Mark's dick and turned to claim
Tim's. "We're not through," she told the young men while stroking the two cocks to life. "I want a little more of you."
Mark chuckled. "How? You drained us."
"Yeah," Tim piped in, "we're busted."
"Not quite."
Mark grinned. He knew the chick was wild, but not insatiable. He sincerely doubted he could perform again for quite a while.
Tim gasped. He believed her effort futile, but let her try. He needed a chance to recoup.
She manipulated each with her fist. In spite of their pessimism, they grew in her jerking clutch. Tim was cum-sticky, Mark saliva-slick. They responded to her light, female approach.
Mark sucked air through his teeth. Her electric touch aroused him. Her impish smile affected him, too. Those full, sensual lips baited him. He thickened in her clasp-indeed capable of going another round.
Tim swelled through Erin's fist. All that tugging exacted its toll on him. He detected her urgency and promise of better things.
Still holding Tim, she swung a leg over Mark and straddled him. Sighing, she eased his hard dick into her snatch. Tim knelt beside them, enjoying her grope.
She began humping Mark. By rising and falling with purpose, she showed him how deeply she still lusted for him. Their eyes locked.
Mark peered at her, nearly forgetting Tim. Those emerald spheres mesmerized him. The spray of freckles, the sculpted features, the perfect breasts.. .he liked the complete package. Most of all, he savored the pussy gripping him. He couldn't accept how tight she still was. Tim had just fucked her. She shouldn't have been so snug.
He comprehended how stiff he was. He lengthened in Erin's expert care. His renewed vigor surprised him. Her soaked folds steadily brushed him, affording him that deep, satisfying rub.
Tim swayed. At the sound of Erin's pussy on Mark, he looked. Seeing those lips expand at the base of his upright cock, he got even hornier. Mark was fairly thick, yet he contained himself.
Erin comfortably took him. She lifted and dropped herself onto him. He glimpsed Mark's balls beneath her ass.
He recalled the sensation of being encased in that wet, clinging pulp, and throbbed. His dick twitched within her stimulating clasp. Her fingers were an inadequate substitute after having shoved his way to the bottom of that snatch.
Erin abruptly turned. "Now," she hoarsely instructed Tim, "put your cock in my ass." Mark stared at her. "Hey, I'm inside you."
Erin caressed his cheek. "I want you at the same time."
"It's going to get too crowded," he complained.
She shook her head. "It'll be even more fun."
Tim was willing to try. Stroking his engorged cock, he examined her anus. The prospect of boning her cute ass made him crazy. He yearned to pound those buns into submission.
Mark gritted his teeth as Tim sank into her butt. His dick hardly left him any room. "God damn."
Tim, oblivious to Mark's discomfort, crammed himself into her dark channel. It was the place where he most wanted to be.
"Fuck me," Erin sobbed. "Fuck me."
Mark gasped as Tim bulged through the thin barrier that separated her pussy from her ass-hole. He scraped against him, stroke after stroke. Mark froze, unable to move. He couldn't escape the heated friction. He glimpsed Tim's animal expression beyond Erin's shoulder. His friend's eyes were shut while he fucked.
Groaning, Mark's head pressed into the pillow. He forced himself to stare at Erin. Her green pupils glimmered. She ran her tongue over her lips, keeping them moist. Her soft exhalation told him of her enjoyment. Receiving double cock apparently thrilled her.
Discounting his submerged pal, Tim plunged into Erin's butt cheeks. The effort of overcoming that clench caused him to heavily sweat. He pumped Erin with everything he had, letting his balls spank her.
Erin whimpered. Tim's continuous hammering subdued Mark. She discerned the savage beat of cock. Tim's rear delivery might have bombarded Mark, but it didn't affect his hard-on. He kept providing something stiff to fuck.
She surrendered to them, pushing in both directions. Solid cock filled her. Tim stuffed her rectum, Mark her cunt. She writhed, enjoying the result. Their balls alternately smacked her ass.
"Do you like it?" she asked Mark.
"Go easy, man," he griped to Tim. "You're pushing me out of her."
Tim, ignorant of his friend's situation, packed Erin's butt. Her anus yielded a ticklish squeeze. In and out of it he slid, partaking of its gratifying nip.
Mark's grumbling lapsed into a series of gasps. He had no control over his buddy's abandoned jamming. A carousel of tits and pussy floated through his mind.
Erin lay across his heaving chest. Her big tits billowed out before rock-hard nipples stabbed him. She brushed his lips, then inserted her tongue into his mouth. They kissed passionately, darting within each other's cheeks. She almost erased the pestering conflict of Tim's planted dick.
"Oh, yeah," Tim groaned, shoving himself into Erin's rear. "I'm deep inside your butt, and it feels so good."
He stared at how he protruded from her luscious rump. His dick extended from the tiny hole. When he pushed forward, it was gone, save for his sandy-colored pubes. Below, he could see Mark sticking out of her cunt. She glazed his dick with her juices. Periodically, Mark crammed himself between those soaked lips, but for the most part, deferred all movement to Tim.
Tim fondled Erin's silken thighs, which were draped over Mark's muscular ones. He sawed into her ass, mulling over his situation. He was butt-fucking the chairman's secretary while she sat on his pal's cock.
Tim pumped her faster, caught up in the excitement of their threesome. Erin registered no complained. Clearly, she loved the double serving.
"Christ," Tim groaned. "I think I'm gonna cum."
Erin detached herself from Mark. "Do it, baby. Cream in my ass."
He gave her what she asked for. His hips functioned like a piston, sending his length into that cramped orifice. The skin of his dick bunched before he descended into her. He gritted his teeth, dragging air into his lungs.
"Yeah, baby," he muttered, unable to stop. He nailed those buns with all his might. "Take it from me. Take the rest of my fucking jizz."
Erin's hips snapped with life. She offered him a stimulating target. He pumped that tiny hole, seeking relief. It crushed him.
"Oh, man," Mark grumbled, squirming on the bottom of the heap. His handsome features grew misshapen as Tim's momentum intensified. He shut his eyes and exhaled through clenched teeth. "I can't hold out, baby. Gonna cum, too."
Erin climaxed between the convulsing pair. Tim popped off in her ass, feeding creamy excitement to her bowels. Mark spasmed in her pussy. Their dicks jerked and spurted.
"Yes," she whimpered, receiving the sum of their passion. "Oh, yes."
The room echoed with their frenzied gasps.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dan Gaines sensed things weren't going as he had earlier envisioned. Tom Griffith gave no favorable signs that he was his man, the successor to the throne. He initiated no eye contact, gave no telling nod. Dan had hoped Griffith would stride purposely to him, shake his hand and mutter, "You're it." That didn't happen.
Instead, the egomaniacal chairman appeared much more conversant with Roxanne Huntera definite indication. Dan tried to draw him from that cozy circle, and failed. Griffith preferred the company of the shapely director. Glumly, Dan saw the underlying reason.
Why should he want a woman for president? She was too inexperienced, her product knowledge shallow and pathetic, her network of contacts small and unimpressive. Besides, Roxanne was a phony. She was relegated a figurehead in her post, her command of the research material her group generated laughable.
Obviously, Griffith didn't care. Dan spotted his rationale. The man wanted a puppet, and through Roxanne, would reestablish control. Voight's brilliance previously eclipsed him. He stole his thunder, his spotlight. Griffith wished to reclaim both by installing someone he could manipulate. He craved absolute power.
In that regard, Roxanne would serve him well. The buxom blonde was a sexual athlete to boot. Dan had frequently enjoyed her wares. They'd been discreet lovers, their affair running hot and cold. She couldn't put him on a leash as she had others-Dan was much too independent. In a boardroom, she reigned supreme, almost omnipotent. When Dan got her between the sheets, he made it clear her executive standing didn't matter. He treated her like any other woman he had taken to bed. The lack of special handling and respect rankled her, yet she could deny him nothing. Dan forever pleased her in the sack. He made the earth move, and was acutely aware of it.
No, he thought, studying those sumptuous buns in her figure-clinging gown. She had always loved the fucking, possibly more than most.
People dutifully played homage to Brad Voight. Dan watched as many spoke with him, seeking pearls of wisdom or anecdotes. Voight offered that variety. With his beautiful wife draped on his arm, he gladly catered to his appreciative audience.
Tom Griffith and Roxanne Hunter created their own scene. Dan heard the two laughing. Griffith's smile held through Roxanne's tickling giggle. In true vixen form, she swung her huge breasts for his visual delight. Her tantalizing cleft was essentially hypnotic.
There was no hope of separating them. The die was cast, the wheels turning.
Dan grimly contemplated his auxiliary plan. He didn't want to use it, but Griffith forced his hand. His boss hadn't an inkling exactly which measures he had secretly taken. Had he guessed, he might have suffered a massive coronary.
"Where can I make a private call?" he asked a cute waitress traversing the room with a tray of bottled beers.
"There's a hospitality suite on the top floor. You'll find several phones."
He tossed her a wink. "Thanks."
The young woman instantly brightened. Dan could charm the pants off most females. He attributed their willingness to shed their clothes to his movie-star looks. Getting laid was never a problem.
If he could use his prowess to win as president, he would have clubbed the opposition. Dan found the suite vacant. Many guests had congregated to the adjacent bar in the hotel lobby. Traveling twelve floors was more an inconvenience.
He went into the bedroom and closed the door. He refrained from locking it. His call would be brief, yet pivotal. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he dialed the number.
He spoke quietly into the mouthpiece after connecting to his desired party. "It's me. Have you installed the equipment? Excellent. What about a clear reading from the satellite? Do you have an adequate handshake? Remember, we want a-"
A slender finger depressed the hook, abruptly cutting him off. Dan whirled about and found Heather, Buffy and Amber, the gals from the switchboard. Due to their sauciness, Dan affectionately dubbed them the "phone wenches."
"I've always wanted to do that," Heather, a tawny-haired tigress, remarked. "After answering thousands of calls and dealing with rude people, it honestly felt good."
"We're not permitted to show an attitude," Amber, a fetching brunette, elaborated. "Company policy."
"Come on, Dan," Buffy, a stunning redhead whined, "we left business at the office.. . "
Dan sighed with relief. Presumably, none caught his arrangements on the phone. He noted the cocktails they had carried from the main floor. The scent of liquor laced their breath. The trio appeared tipsy-the best condition he could have bargained for.
He flashed his signature grin. "That was a very naughty thing to do," he cheerfully admonished. "I ought to spank you for that."
Heather shoved her luscious boobs at him. Although they weren't as nice as Roxanne's, he liked them. "We need more than that."
Buffy sensuously brushed his lips. Dan opened his mouth for her flickering tongue. Amber loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her feline touch excited him.
Dan yielded to the flutter of hands pushing him onto his back. The babes typically flirted with him, but never hinted at group action. Alcohol heavily influenced their abandonment. The titillation of a company party in a classy hotel apparently had gotten to them. It prompted many wicked notions, to which they were open.
Having suffered through the recent humiliation of Griffith's courting Roxanne, he happily submitted to their devilish whims.
Buffy explored the inside of his mouth while Heather unzipped his fly. Amber peeled the buttons of his shirt, then ran her fingers through the dense carpet that matted his chest. Their squeals echoed.
"You're all-man, baby," Heather pronounced, studying the goods she found. He bulged through his bikini briefs, and even protruded from the side. "Mmmmm. Look at him, ladies. He's got a serious boner."
"I'll say." Amber lowered her tongue and lashed his bulbous head.
Dan groaned inside Buffy's mouth. Those serpentine licks radiated sweet chills. His crotch heated up fast.
Heather dragged off his trousers. She smacked her lips at the sight of him in the buff. Dan was everything she dreamed. The tales exchanged among the secretaries weren't the least fabricated. "We're going to live out our wildest fantasies with you, Dan. Here. Now."
A pair of saliva-drenched lips enclosed the upper half of his cock. Dan gasped from their eager attachment. He couldn't tell if it was Heather or Amber. Buffy blocked his view. Unable to identify the creator of that exquisite function, he merely lay back and enjoyed. The pull she exerted nearly left him dazed. Adding to the equation was a lingering slurp to his balls.
Damn he thought, two tongues. A set of spittle-spreading tips for his individual pleasure. They licked and sucked him so sweetly.
He hardened in the young woman's mouth while her accomplice moistened his taut pouch. Hot breath filtered over his groin. The spill of hair and an occasional bump of a bare tit to his thigh almost fried his senses. They were getting out of their clothes and joining him, naked.
It was outstanding head-whoever gave it. Those lips took him in large increments. Back and forth they drove, devouring him to the root. The other babe mouthed his sac, soaking him in bubbly warmth.
Buffy finally ended their extended kiss. He gazed down his front and saw two piles of hair strewn over his lap. Heather was the first to whip back her tawny mane, shoving his cock in her mouth. Amber ogled him while sliding her tongue wildly over his balls.
While he watched them orally perform, Heather discarded her frilly slip and brought out her large, mouth-filling tits. The nipples protruded like bullet shells, disclosing her advanced state of excitement.
"Suck them," she demanded, leaning at him.
Dan latched onto a heavy stub. He encircled the pink base, then teethed it. Heather shivered as he tugged upon her. He washed her nipple in tingling foam, then licked it clean.
"Oh, yeah," Heather purred.
Buffy and Amber began passing him back and forth. He went into one mouth, then the other. The variation of tongue and suction kept him at a throbbing swell. His dick furiously pulsed with each change. He listened to their drooling noises while doing Heather. The bustle of lips, the trace of tongue and the swallowing sounds brutally stirred him.
"He's yummy," declared Amber after she released him.
Buffy gingerly tongued the head, sponging that bubbly conglomeration. "Mmmmm. like I never imagined. Who knew he had a big one like this? God. He's huge." She opened her mouth for his plump head.
Dan gasped as she hungrily contained him. Buffy pulled and sucked while lashing his main vein. She nearly handicapped his staying power. A few more seconds of that brisk activity, and he'd explode.
Amber pushed her away. "Hey, don't be a hog, Buffy. Save some for me."
Buffy reluctantly surrendered him. Amber's suction became just as difficult to resist. The urge to withdraw from her cum-saturated cheeks gnawed at him. Only by the thinnest margin of strength did he overcome it.
Heather streamed through the manly fuck on his chest, swerving to his navel. Her jaunt across his rock-hard abdominals precipitated a hot shiver. "You are just a hairy beast, Dan."
"Yes," Buffy declared, combing the rough coverage on his thighs. She noted the dark fleece on the back of his hands, curling around his wrists. His powerful forearms were amply blanketed, too. The contrast of his furry hide to her smooth, tanned flesh heightened her arousal. Buffy enjoyed the difference between man and woman-particularly south of the belt buckle.
Buffy licked Dan's balls while Amber sucked. She observed the flow of lips on his cock. Amber's cheeks expanded from her intake.
Amber gazed at Buffy's animated tip, then peered more closely into her eyes. The women shared a moment of intense closeness. Dan came out of Amber's mouth so Buffy's tongue could go in. Kissing, they pressed their tits together.
Dan witnessed their surge of passion. Wow. He'd never seen them do that. He hadn't remotely expected that such freedom of expression sparked in their minds.
Giving her nipples a tongue-bath no longer satisfied Heather. She stood on the bed, then spread the lips of her pussy. "Come on, baby," she huskily said, "let's get some mileage from you elsewhere."
She aimed for his face. That snatch connected with his opened mouth. Eagerly, she smashed herself between his sucking lips and prompted him by jerking her hips. Dan sprang into action, sucking the juices from it. Heather's delicious tang coursed down his throat. He drew the nectar from her cunt while inducing her to moan.
"Yeah, baby," she whimpered, feeling the force of his suck. He siphoned her secretions, gulp after gulp.
Dan delved into the arrangement of pink flesh. At his prod, more of her tart leakage escaped, spilling onto his tongue. He puckered her snatch and sucked harder, draining its sweetness. Heather's tawny-framed cunt kept replacing the extracted honey.
Her feverish sobs ferociously turned him on. His stimulation revolved around a woman's moan.
Buffy climbed onto his lap while he gulped Heather's spicy treat. Her wet and snug pussy enclosed him. He gasped as she slid down it. His knees came up, forming a backrest. That cunt, stuck to his bone, settled upon him. He elevated his hips, feeding her every pulsing bit, molding his balls to that fine ass.
"Ohhhh," Buffy moaned, grinding herself to his wide stem. His cock, jammed in her pussy, felt terrific. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah."
Amber watched her hump him. Buffy's moist snatch absorbed his chunk of meat. Her adrenaline surged at the disappearance of his large dick. She saw, at close range, how those sodden flaps greased him. Unable to suppress her appetite, she licked Buffy's coating from his cock. She tasted her own spit, and her girlfriend's, mingled with those juices. Lapping carefully, she cleaned Dan. She got not only his shaft, but balls, too.
Dan trembled from the grip of Buffy's pussy, then the dance of Amber's tongue. Heather's succulent folds stifled his groan. She stuffed his mouth and rode his face. He fondled the crescents of her shapely ass while she seductively moved.
Buffy arched her spine, then slammed down on Dan's balls. The prickly hair on his legs scratched her bare thighs. She heard her loud, wet mouthfuls of him when she sat. His dick climbed high into her hot squish, pummeling her.
Before her, Heather's sumptuous ass swayed. Dan, his hands all over it, groped the firm cheeks. She heard his noisy consumption, too. Dan drank deeply from her flaming loins. The sounds he produced increased her horniness.
Amber saw his cock go into Buffy. Her cunt, in squeaking descent, expanded at his thick trunk. She wiped her juices over his tense skin. Pushing down, struggling for every conceivable inch, Buffy moaned. That hard dick took the wind out of her. Her battle appeared to jointly exhaust and excite her.
Buffy's low-pitched sob turned Amber on. She longed for her turn to sit on Dan and enjoy that solid, penetrating bone. Dan had a sexy cock-tall and wide, with big balls. She anticipated his tunneling into her sensitive mush, nudging and filling it until she spasmed. Judging from Buffy's consistent moan, Dan felt very good between her legs. She watched her little butt climb and descend, her pussy widening for that rigid shaft.
Amber could not withhold her tongue another second. A shiny film varnished Dan's cock. Sliding over the pussy-sluiced surface, she cleaned his dick. Buffy's cunt soaked him. Her nectar sprinkled her taste buds. She extracted her delicious evidence from that rigid cock.
Dan groaned at her feline flicker. His gasps amplified when she sponged his balls. Her lingering dabs and feathery caress prompted the animal in him.
Dan, momentarily detaching his mouth from Heather, paused in his feeding frenzy. Her tangy secretions poured into his throat as he shuddered. Buffy's massaging cunt lips warmed him and sustained his erection. Amber's slurps were icing on the cake.
The merger-pussy and tongue-bewildered him. "Feels good," he muttered.
Heather cupped his head and urged him to finish. She pressed her snatch to his lips and heatedly rubbed. Dan bestowed her the continuity she hankered for. He brushed her hard clit, sending a new wave of sweet chills.
Amber's scope enlarged to include Buffy's drenched snatch. At first, her pussy mildly interested her. As she licked the pink borders that came down over Dan's cock, that fascination blossomed. Not only did she scrub the glistening residue from his sides, but the actual source providing that sweet glaze. She traced the mouth of Buffy's cunt, absorbing the excess.
Buffy sobbed. Amber's limber tip slithered over her, accentuating the pleasure she received from Dan. He gave her solid bone on which to slide. She made the most of each luscious drop. After taking him into her slimy clasp, Amber orally assaulted her. She humped Dan faster, feeling orgasm approach.
"Yeah," she moaned, slamming to his balls. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Dan gasped. Buffy sealed him in hot, contracting pulp. Needing to straddle-fuck the other babes he fought off the urge to shoot. Buffy, her hips snapping, rode out her furious ecstasy. He lifted Heather to see Buffy's tits bouncing at her finale. Sweat dripped from her swollen nipples.
Amber helped Buffy off him. His dick popped out of her sensitive cunt. Amber stared at that large, juicy cock and panted. After witnessing Buffy's orgasmic bout, she demanded her shot at it. She'd observed Buffy fucking herself to stupidity. She now wished for the same experience.
Buffy, murmuring indistinguishable words, rolled over to the side and nursed her clit with a finger.
Amber impaled herself on Dan's rigid member, burying him to the hilt. It sliced into her hot squish for an eye-opening entry. "Oh, God," she gasped after her pussy had swallowed him whole. She could relate to the splitting sensation her girlfriend had recently endured. "Ohhhh."
Heather whirled about, then reinstalled herself on Dan's face. She settled over his mouth and prompted him to suck. When his slurping activity resumed, she regarded Amber. That dazzling brunette humped Dan, her pussy noisily greasing his rod. Heather could hear the moist sounds beneath her as she pulled up and pushed down.
"Ohhhh," Amber moaned, taking Dan far into her cunt.
Amber's beautiful face was much too irresistible. Heather embraced her succulent body. Her arms curved around her, dragging her close. Those soft tits pressed hers, the nipples digging into her susceptible flesh. Their mouths came together. Heather slipped Amber her tongue and caressed the insides of her cheeks.
Amber responded to Heather's exploration. She had never considered kissing the woman but abandoned herself to the opportunity. They sucked face while enjoying a part of Dan. Amber could hear Dan's tongue moving against Heather's cunt flesh, just as she was certain Heather listened to her snatch rubbing his cock.
Amber stroked Heather's nubs. They swelled beneath her roving fingertips. Heather whimpered down her throat, then returned that affectionate gesture. Joy shafted through her body as Heather expertly manipulated her thick stubs.
Amber sank onto Dan, letting his stiff cock dig into her wet pussy. She smashed her ass to his cum-burdened balls. Gyrating her hips, she supplied him a deep massage.
Heather sat on Dan's face, muffling his groan.
Buffy stirred beside them. She glimpsed that chunk of Dan descend into Amber's soaked pocket. His hair-rough legs, thrown apart, were braced for her tantalizing seesaw movement. The sweep of female hands along Amber's naked backside also drew her attention. The women Frenched while sitting on Dan.
Buffy thumbed her clit while observing their seductive display. None of them had previously gone that distance. Admittedly, she found it delicious. In Dan, they found a man who helped unleash untapped power.
Buffy rose. Heather, noticing her recuperation, ended her tongue-probing kiss. Buffy spread her pussy, then aligned herself with Heather's mouth. Clasping Heather's head, she commanded her to eat. Heather's lips fastened over her soaked mound and performed their duty.
"Yes," Buffy sighed, sinking onto her thirsty expression. "Oh, yeah. Eat me."
Amber watched her ass twist and turn as she fed Heather her cunt. Heather's gulps and Buffy's sobs reverberated. She shivered, then humped Dan faster. Her pussy smacked him, causing his balls to retaliate with a slap. She moved faster, wanting to cum.
Dan couldn't believe the sexual enthusiasm of the phone wenches. Those babes ceased to surprise him. They loved cum so much, they probably believed that it belonged in the basic food group.
Amber soon creamed on his cock. Her wild jerking undid him. He spurted in her cunt, just as Heather brought Buffy to orgasm. Heather's tongue, showing no mercy, made Buffy scream. He concentrated on Heather's love button, allowing her to spasm.
The women collectively whimpered while Dan, huffing and puffing, lay in a pool of sweat.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Allan Forrest waited for the appropriate juncture in the evening before making his move. He didn't want to foist himself on Tom Griffith while he talked with Roxanne Hunter, but from his perspective, the woman positively monopolized him. He studied her body language. Roxanne portrayed the committed employee with a dash of sexual exuberance.
Allan's mind whirred with activity. That woman didn't think, for a second, that she honestly stood a chance? He had been with Starbright far longer and believed her too green for the job. In fact, her stint as R&D Director had been much too brief. Noticeably deficient in many vital areas, she needed to gain more experience.
His interruption had been postponed until Allan judged it prudent. Attuned to their conversation, he perceived it as nothing imperative. Mildly, he tapped Griffith on the shoulder. "Pardon me, sir, but may I have a word with you?"
Griffith, turning from Roxanne, reflected limited annoyance. "What is it, Forrest?"
"Just a few minutes of your time is all I'm asking."
Griffith spoke quietly. "Hold that thought, Roxanne, and I'll return shortly."
Roxanne offered Griffith a smile and Forrest a frown. The latter was exchanged in secret, without the chairman's knowledge. Allan discounted her glare. It was, in his opinion, typical of her.
They went into a smaller, adjoining room. "Get on with it, Forrest. Please."
"I didn't mean to press you, sir, but had wished to speak privately with you, because I know you are planning to announce Brad Voight's successor later this evening."
"That is correct."
"I wish you to make an informed decision."
"I don't specifically require your input before making that announcement."
"But I believe you do, sir."
Griffith regarded him with utter contempt. He took a dim view of a possible insurrection. "See here, Forrest. You are in my employ, not the reverse. Kindly remember for whom you are working and, furthermore, who signs your paycheck."
Allan cleared his voice. He did not like Griffith's condescending tone. If it had been anyone else, he would have chosen a punishment. A personal slave, for instance, would have received a paddling. He never administered severe pain, but dispensed enough to underscore his point.
"Be that as it may," Allan picked up the thread of his rehearsed speech, "I wish to express my view. Please pardon my directness, but I feel I am your most qualified candidate. I know this company better and can offer a fresh, revolutionary approach."
Griffith appeared to be counting under his breath. His patience edged toward their limit.
"I fathom that I may be crossing the line by privately campaigning for that slot. You should, however, be aware that I've been offered a job with Sun Telecom. According to the employment contract they've sent, I'm to be paid a much larger salary and receive a director's title. My acceptance of that offer is predicated upon your decision."
Griffith paled. He hadn't expected such a deft play. "You're going to the competition?"
"Possibly."
Allan Forrest's revelation prevented Griffith from delivering a severe tongue-lashing. In his mind, he had elected Roxanne Hunter as Voight's substitute. She seemed the most exploitable. He based her suitability on her eagerness to please him. He hadn't counted on Forrest holding a resignation over his head. Griffith needed the man. Nobody understood the firm's operations better than Forrest. If he walked out, Roxanne couldn't function in that new role.
The wisdom of Forrest's statements behooved him. Perhaps he'd miscalculated. Of the three, Forrest seemed the inevitable choice. He saw his scheme falling apart at the seams. Unprepared to admit victory to the man just yet, particularly after he'd hinted that his resignation hinged upon his preference, Tom purposely stalled. The evening was young, and besides, Griffith insisted upon examining the various scenarios. He expected fallout, but couldn't afford Forrest to be among the casualties.
"Thank you for alerting me of that," Griffith said, patting him on the shoulder. "I appreciate your honesty and intentions. I promise to consider them in my judgment."
Griffith quietly exited the room.
Allan immensely distrusted the man, and because of it, formulated an alternate plan that had nothing to do with jumping ship. Bearing in mind the possible outcome, he stood ready to flash his trump card. Griffith would suffer the most, should he exercise that option.
Roxanne Hunter was greatly disadvantaged by Allan Forrest's intrusion. She confidently had Tom Griffith in her back pocket when their intense Operations Director snatched him. Roxanne didn't take kindly to such power plays. She was famous for staging some that left others spitting dust in her wake.
Their confidential meeting didn't last. Griffith departed the adjoining room, where they had conducted their discussion, visibly troubled. Roxanne had learned how to read people and it was her impression that Allan had furnished him some bad news.
What could Allan have said that alarmed Tom? Her curiosity deepened. Allan Forest never divulged a thing. The man was positively secretive.
Griffith, conversely, could be manipulated. She had proven that by tugging his strings to her satisfaction and savoring the results.
Griffith excused himself from the festivities and headed toward the elevator station. Roxanne fell behind, her spying eyes seeking him out. She spotted him entering a car and hopped in before the doors closed.
"I thought you were coming right back," she explained.
Her stunt did not disturb Griffith. "I was, but needed to make a phone call." He silently cursed his wife. Monique vowed to attend, yet several hours into the party, her absence was the cause of embarrassment. People repeatedly asked of her whereabouts, to which he invented plausible excuses. Her tardiness reached a point of unacceptability. No doubt, she was writhing inside the mouth of that lesbo, Amanda. Her nonexistent morals usually didn't faze him, but he emphasized an intolerance for any slip that the press might uncover. Griffith wished to protect his image, as well as that of the company.
He also wondered what had become of Erin. His executive secretary had been missing for over an hour. Into what kind of mischief had she landed? The woman had the potential makings of a nymphomaniac.
Roxanne seductively brushed against him, jarring him from his unsettled frame. "You look tense. Is there anything I can do about it?"
"Not right now." He was torn between Roxanne and Allan. He admired the blonde's tenacity, her nerve. She was his female counterpart, and could be shaped to suit his purposes. He disliked the corner into which he had painted himself. He should have been better prepared to deal with Allan Forrest's threat.
Roxanne wasn't easily dissuaded. She followed Tom into one of the rooms Erin had reserved for the company's private use. He walked directly to a large, wing-backed chair beside which a phone rested.
"Why don't you pour yourself a drink?" he suggested while lifting the mouthpiece. "After I place my call, I'll rejoin you."
"I need to powder my nose." Tom Griffith nodded, then dialed his home number.
Monique answered after three rings. "Yes?" she slurred.
"Get your ass over here, on the double," he hissed.
"Why, darling? Aren't you having a good time without me?"
"I'm serious." His voice grew uglier.
Monique treated his fluctuation in tone lightly. "Haven't I taught you the art of mingling? You've apparently forgotten those lessons."
"Cut the bullshit, Monique. I want you here, now. You're humiliating me, and I don't like it. This is Voight's final appearance, and it's to be a respectful celebration."
Monique's playfulness quickly ended. "I won't come!" she spat.
Tom prepared to argue his point, but the bathroom door opened and out came a delightfully naked Roxanne. She had removed every stitch of clothing. His mouth watered at once. The woman was spectacular-everything he dreamed.
"Handle it without me," Monique went on, oblivious to his testosterone rush.
"Be reasonable," he said, realizing he was breathing harder. Roxanne was hot-very hot.
He could scarcely concentrate. She bombarded him with blistering images that produced adrenaline. "I'm not asking for much. How difficult is it to don one of your imagine gowns, hail a cab and put in an adequate appearance."
"No!"
Roxanne knelt before him and uncoupled his belt. He questioned if Monique heard his zipper, or the rustling of his clothes. She took out his cock, which was modestly hard, and put it in her mouth. Her stimulating pull shook him. Those lips yanked on him, spurring his advanced growth. He barely contained his gasp of pleasure. Eventually, he slumped in his chair and submitted to her hungry suck.
"Don't push me, Thomas," Monique bluntly warned. "I won't have it."
"Monique, you lack sense."
"I want nothing to do with that party. Nothing."
Roxanne's sweet suction diluted his anger. He refrained from babbling. Monique would have guessed what was happening at his end.
"I would appreciate your cooperation," he mentioned.
"You won't receive it." With that, she slammed down the receiver.
The phone dropped from Tom's hand. Those wet, massaging lips drained his strength. He groaned, then lifted himself to meet her voracious gobble. He stiffened within her sucking furnace.
"Christ," he muttered, watching her devour his cock. The woman took pride in her work. Those lips swooped over his long, slender shaft, wiggling at the base. She washed him in hot, tingling saliva.
Roxanne thoroughly enjoyed making his groan. Wrapping him with her sensuous lips, she sucked him. Her sliding mouth caused him to rise from his seat, then drop with a grunt. She could feel his trembling mount through that attachment. Drawing strongly from him, she sampled his creamy male essence. She considered the power he yielded, and his ability to build her career.
She wanted the presidency so bad, she could taste it. Furthermore, she was primed to do whatever was necessary to guarantee victory.
Griffith, not a handsome man, given his craggy complexion, sexually appealed to her. She didn't mind sucking his dick or letting him fuck her. He had a magnetism about him that overrode and even enhanced his physical appearance.
She dragged off his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt and took off his tie. She wanted him naked, too. It was far easier to proceed spontaneously without worry of wrinkling one's clothes. Roxanne sandwiched him between her large tits and began caressing him. She aimed her pink, pointed nipples for effect. "You have no idea how long I've yearned for this moment," she whispered. "You've been in my fantasies."
"I have?"
"Definitely." Those lips descended again, and within several nips, he was gone. When he came out, coated in bubbly drool, she returned him to her cleft. Using her huge breasts, she massaged him.
Tom gazed at his dick, nestled in her cleavage. The woman was phenomenal. He had pictured them eventually making it to bed, but not with the carry and dispatch she'd exhibited. He could feel her determination in every tug. Smothered in that hot, female eagerness, he throbbed.
"Yes," she moaned, working him through that delicate passage, "fuck my tits. Shove your big cock between them. Ohhhh. Aren't they soft?"
"Christ, yes."
Those wet lips enclosed his knob, locking beneath the jutting rim. Twisting, she darted over his cum slit. Another creamy bead oozed and instantly dissolved. She stroked him with her tits, revving his engine all the more.
Roxanne's tittie fuck drove Tom wild. He wasn't sure if he was leaking. The constant supply of spit to his cockhead left him mystified.
Tom almost splattered those clasping boobs. Those distinct pebbles aimed at him proved how horny Roxanne was. Caressing his cock enlarged them. He was undone by that satin skin, too. Her tongue inched at his bloated crown and frolicked at the tip. He gritted his teeth as he endured its flickering touch. More pre-cum seeped.
Christ, he thought, growling with need.
Tom suddenly got to his feet and pulled Roxanne to him. They kissed long and hard. Almost twenty years younger, she excited the hell out of him. He badly needed her body.
Abruptly, he spun her around and motioned for her to bend. Roxanne, climbing onto the seat cushion, gripped the arms of the chair while Tom positioned himself. Those plush ass cheeks were his for the having. He spread them, then plunged into her sodden cunt lips.
"Oh God," she moaned as he plowed into the luxurious tightness.
He pumped Roxanne good, feeding hard dick to that cohesive mush. He made her moan with every thrust. The woman unleashed his animal power and seemed to enjoy receiving it.
Gripping her by the sides, he sawed through that young pussy. Her secretions gushed around his burrowing member. He watched himself enter her, then saw the pink band cleave to him as he withdrew. He crammed himself into her, achieving a fierce momentum, until his balls ricocheted off those quivering cheeks.
Roxanne glanced over her shoulder and smiled. She supplied him a dreamy smile. "Give it to me, as hard as you can. I'm so excited."
Tom smacked into her backside, fulfilling that request. His dick pulsated in her sodden clench. "You've switched me on, too, baby."
He felt her fingers. She reached under herself, stroking her clit, and grazed his balls. Her silky trace generated a powerful jolt. Groaning, he fucked her harder. His body and cock had a mind of their own.
"Yes," she whimpered. His manly thrusts knocked her errant fingers away. She grasped the chair's arm again, raking her nails. "Oh, yes."
Tom grunted from the give and take of that tight pussy. She snagged his dick's skin and blissfully stretched it. Each tug served him an electric shock.
Roxanne relished the moment. She responded to those deep, pleasuring strokes. The man provided her a sweet pounding that would result in a strong orgasm. His cock churned her pussy, awakening her body. She constricted about that thriving mass, welcoming the joy it furnished.
"Oh, Tom," she sobbed, "you're going to make me cum. Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Tom couldn't hear over the roar of blood in his ears. He immersed himself in that juicy groove while her milking grip eroded his staying power. He loved getting squeezed like that.
"More," she begged. "More. Oh, please, more."
He gave her what she asked for, and then some. His balls ached from his cumbersome load. Her luscious body almost buckled under the impact. That pussy sucked his dick, screaming for his hot jism. Quickly, he pumped her, wishing to feed it.
Roxanne shrieked joyfully. "Yes. Oh, yes. Ohhhh."
Tom immediately surrendered to the urge. He shot into that wildly convulsing snatch. Her squeals amplified as he hammered into her sizzling loins.
"Arghh," he howled, unable to suppress his solace. He pushed himself far into that cunt, emptying his wad. "Arghh. Ughhh. Oh, yeah."
Damn, he thought, detaching himself from that voracious hole. She had wiped him out.
Afterward, he said, "I wouldn't mind getting some of that on a regular basis."
Roxanne, petting his hand, shared his sentiment. "I would love for us to work more closely together."
His smile faded. "You want Voight's job, don't you?"
She nodded. "I would do anything to have it. Anything."
He sighed. 'That's not going to be easy. I've got a problem with one of your fellow officers."
"Let me guess: Allan Forrest."
"I suppose it was obvious."
He explained to her the nature of his dilemma, divulging Forrest's job offer.
Roxanne absorbed the information, then said, "Why not let him be my problem? I'll prove to you I'm your woman. I'll change his mind and keep him on a leash. Leave it to me. You'll see. I'm the one who ought to be assuming command."
Her offer amused and intrigued him. Perhaps Roxanne Hunter had more going for her than a delectable body. "Hmmmm. Well.. .if you can manage that, then yes, my dear, you've got the job."
CHAPTER NINE
"Monique, you're the best," Amanda Fenn breathlessly declared.
Tom Griffith's French wife buried her face in her drenched furrow and sucked. She drew the young woman's nectar, gulp after gulp. Running her hands over those sumptuous butt cheeks, she dragged her tightly to her mouth for a secure connection.
The pursuit of that skilled tongue scattered Amanda's thoughts. Monique relentlessly sent her into orbit. Hot and sweaty, she surrendered to her feverish curl. Her older lover's tip would not cease until she was in the throes of orgasm.
Oh, God, why were the French so extraordinarily skilled in the oral domain?
Monique drank loudly from Amanda. The slim brunette gasped as she throttled her to ecstasy. She separated her pink folds with her lips, then gleaned the honey. Grinding herself to that trembling mound, she smelled her womanly fragrance on that brown fur. Her plunging tongue broke the sticky webs of juicy excitement. Monique tongued her hard and fast, agitating her love button. She deliberately remained ignorant of Amanda's worn features.
"Mmmmm," she hummed into that soaked pussy. "Mmmmm."
Amanda shook violently on the sheets, gritting her teeth. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as she spasmed. Monique caressed her jerking figure, yet wouldn't release it. After several convulsing minutes, she lifted her face.
"God," Amanda murmured, sputtering. She carefully fondled her tits, pinching the nipples. "Mmmmm. I'm going to enjoy that for the next several hours."
Monique smiled. She delighted in giving the younger woman pleasure. Making her cum with her mouth was always fulfilling fun. "We're not through."
"Oh?"
The auburn-haired woman retrieved a strap-on dildo from beneath the blanket. She'd hidden it while Amanda wasn't paying attention. "I'm going to fuck you."
Amanda purred. Monique was the only person on the planet she would allow that luxury. Immediately, she rolled over and lifted her compact buns. Her sleek legs moved apart, baring her puffy cunt lips.
Monique attached the contraption to her body. The sight of the fake cock stirred her. She sometimes wished she had been blessed with such a thing. That notion, however, was sheer caprice. Although her immediate preference was women, the privileges attached to being the wife of a chairman would not have been extended to her, had that been the case.
Monique planted more kisses over her shoulders and neck. Each peck brought a squeal of anticipation from Amanda. She smoothed her palms over her satin planes. Her hands moved with intimate awareness.
Amanda stirred in her embrace. Monique's touch electrified her. Sighing, she was at the verge of swooning. Monique always pressed the right buttons. Absently, she gyrated her hips. Her buns brushed that rubber dick.
Monique's hands grew with urgency. One skimmed her breast, encompassing a rock-hard nipple while the other squeezed her snatch. Amanda oozed, her nectar dripping from her clamp. Her tweak brought exquisite reverberation.
Amanda yearned to turn around and pinch her nipples. Staring into her eyes while she was submerged was another thing she fancied.
Monique moved along her crack. She ground herself against Amanda's butt hole, then down to the moist edge of her cunt. Her thumb quickened her desire. Amanda's clit hardened beneath its vigorous rotation.
Amanda took Monique's take cock and led it to her pussy. The notion of stuffing it between her legs enormously aroused her. Although it had no pulse of life, it belonged to Monique. She guided the blunt end to her opening and pressed it into those divided, sticky lips. Monique's heart thudded in her chest. She pushed herself into that narrow, receptive hole. Amanda's throaty gasp aroused her. She could feel the air compressing from her diaphragm at her initial thrust. Amanda swiveled her hips, working more of her between those clinging flaps. Although she didn't experience the crushing excitement afforded to a man, she savored the penetration. The front of the dildo dug into her mound and pinched her clit. She moved her hips, gasping, and sent the device forward.
"My love," Monique whispered, smashing it into that snug pussy. Framing that luscious ass, she steadily dragged Amanda to her. Glancing down, she saw the dildo protrude. Amanda's snatch expanded to lodge her imposing member. She enveloped her shivering body with her arms. Pushing with her cunt, she slid more of it into Amanda until she was flush.
Amanda's lips rounded when Monique put the whole thing in. She drove that immense thing up her middle. During her impalement, she almost came. Her stimulation had been that significant. After Monique completely submerged the cock, she released her waist so that she could grope her. She scooped her tits together, then palmed her swollen nipples. Her knees shifted, dipping into the mattress, while she lowered her hand to her brown bush. Monique intimately fondled her.
Before Amanda had a chance to recover, Monique receded from her cunt. Halfway from her clasping lips, she crammed the dildo into that wet sanctuary. Hot squish and no protest met her energetic push. Again, the dildo drilled into her quivering mound. Monique also benefited from each cramming.
Amanda grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her tits. "Yeah," she sobbed as that dildo returned for more. "Fuck me." Willingly, she sank onto it. Although inflamed, she exhibited great self-discipline. She measured her strokes. Her pubes tickled her ass when sliding forward.
Monique's jaw dropped. She fucked that warm, spongy cunt. It took huge mouthfuls of the cock, gobbling everything she gave. Its moist enclosure, coupled with the pressure it imposed on her crotch, was extremely satisfying.
"Do you like that," she asked. Flesh slapped flesh. She watched herself go in, disappearing in that quivering hole. She pulled on her, greasing the dildo. Gritting her teeth, she expelled the air held in her lungs. Her hands tightened on her. Her pussy clutched, then released her device. She plunged to the stem, availing herself to the luscious strain. "Are you glad I'm fucking you?"
"Yes, baby. Oh, yes." Amanda pushed back, moaning as she speared her. Monique reached far into her snatch. The pleasure was instant and plentiful. She never tired of its deep probe. Her butt cheeks smacked into her groin. She gladly received that rubber monster. Monique pumped her harder. Amanda hungrily latched onto false extension, skidding back-and-forth, ignorant of any discomfort.
Amanda's pupils curved into her whites as she perpetuated the rush. She took that thing into her pussy with a prolonged moan. Monique entered her from the rear, tunneling into her snatch. Amanda hurled herself at her, hiding it in her soaked pussy. Her back and forth motion created a siphoning sensation. Her pussy puckered her oncoming cock.
"I love it, Monique," she admitted, charging into her. The friction they generated created squeaky sounds. That dildo scratched the itch deep in her cunt. "Give it to me, Monique. Oh, yes. Harder. Fuck me."
Monique fondled her succulent body. She squeezed her tits and rubbed the nipples. Pleasure radiated from each flick. Leisurely, she wandered to Amanda's brown nest. Amanda shivered as she inched toward her mound. She anticipated the jolt of those fingers.
While waiting for them, she filled her pussy. That rubber mass packed her. She swung into her, occupying all the room that pussy could spare.
Suddenly, her thumb found her clit. Once on her, it never stopped jiggling. She writhed against her, pouring sweat. Her button swelled beneath her revolving digit. Impulsively, she clutched her forearm.
"I want to make you cum," Monique whispered, sending it home. That delicious conflict between latex and her clit started a fever. Into that moist pulp, Monique drove. She switched to a more frantic pace. "I want you to get off on it."
The combination of her wiggling thumb and the suction her cock produced made orgasm inevitable. Amanda submitted to those overwhelming forces. She pitched and cried, unable to escape the pleasure. Her climax was strong and lasting. Monique's cupped hand brought her back for more of her burrowing member.
Wave after wave of pleasure struck her until her excitement couldn't be tamed. She bucked wildly in her arms, then finally disengaged from her. Monique came, too, the dildo massaging her clit. She finished, shuddering against
Amanda.
At the conclusion of their orgasm, the phone rang again.
"God damn it," Monique snarled, perturbed by the interruption. She was in no mood to argue with her husband a second time. Lifting the receiver, she emotionally equipped herself for battle. "Yes?"
"Your extension has expired, Monique. I want my money, now."
"Have you lost your mind? The banks are closed. I cannot transfer funds."
"This isn't anything new. We've done it for over a year. You knew of the time constraint. You've been punctual in the past."
Amanda, witnessing Monique's scorn, gingerly traced her hip. "Who is that?" she whispered.
Monique, gripping the phone, shrugged her off. "Haven't you taken enough?" she spat at her caller.
Sardonic laughter boomed over the line, then abruptly ended. "Not until I thoroughly bleed you of your wealth-not to mention, your dignity."
"How dare you threaten me. You've been on my husband's board, and paid handsomely, too."
"I don't dispute that, but it won't save you from shelling out the dough."
Monique lost her temper. "I refuse to be blackmailed any longer. You've forced me to comply, but those payments stop as of this instant."
"Blackmail?" Amanda fretted. "Oh, my God."
"Is that your female lover I hear in the background? I should have known you would rather be with her than attend the party."
"Leave her out of it!"
"Does she know I have enough explicit photographs featuring both of you that would nip her artistic career in the bud? I would do that, Monique. Yes. You've financed the gallery that's exhibited her work. Consider the public's reaction when it discovers the lurid thread between you. The headlines will be delicious: 'Wife of Telecommunications Chairman and gal pal in cozy love nest.' The media will drool over my package, once it falls into its hands. The tabloids will be merciless. Cable news networks, particularly those in competition with your husband's service, will gladly air my material, with the appropriate computer-distorted boxes to spare its viewers your most intimate body parts. The damage will be devastating."
Monique croaked, "You must not destroy her. I won't permit it."
"Don't try me, bitch." A dial tone replaced the snap of her blackmailer.
Amanda inconsolably sobbed. Hiding her face in her hands, tears poured through. "I'll be ruined."
That subjective conversation renewed Monique's strength. "No, you won't, love. I can promise you this. I will have the last word."
Monique went to her lingerie drawer and fetched a shiny revolver. Calmly, she stated, "In my home country, we deal with blackmailers in one of two ways: we either pay off that person, or commit murder."
CHAPTER TEN
Brad Voight suspected something was not right. Several conspicuous-looking men transported cables, cameras and speakers to the elevator bank. That gear alluded to some cryptic endeavor.
Other things factored into his hunch. He'd overheard several whispered reports about an orgy Tom Griffith allegedly had arranged for later in the evening. He had issued invitations to an exclusive group. Since nobody had officially enlightened him, he presumed the matter entirely confidential.
Sexual decadence, to commemorate his leaving? Brad grinned. That was consistent with the type of behavior Griffith adamantly shielded from the press. Brad knew only too well the shenanigans that went on behind closed doors in the executive suites. He refused to be party to such moral corruption himself. Let them make fools of themselves, he concluded, if that was their preference.
The existence of transmission equipment, however, altered the picture. He couldn't follow the logic. He could appreciate taping the event, but putting in out on the airwaves, no.
The situation warranted investigation.
He leaned toward Diana, his wife. "I'll be right back."
She nodded, regaled by stories furnished by old employees who truly loved and would miss Brad. He was relieved to see her undistracted.
Outside, Brad fitted more of the puzzle pieces into place. He spotted the satellite dish mounted of the roof. A lone figure made final adjustments. He presumed its installation, by the lack of standard lighting, hadn't been authorized by the hotel's management.
Other men strung cable to the various windows of the top floor, along with cameras. Brad peered at them through a pair of binoculars he had taken from his car.
"Son of a bitch," he muttered, shaking his head.
His next move was to take an elevator ride to that floor. A tall man in a dark green uniform barred him from passage. "I'm sorry, sir. Access is presently restricted."
"Why?" he asked
The man addressed him military-style. "A private party, hosted by Mr. Griffith. We have no further details."
Brad groped for an answer, then shrugged. Had Tom hired those men to broadcast his little bacchanalia? Although he had no respect for the man, that scenario seemed highly un-like him. Someone, he guessed, might want to humiliate him.
Punishing Griffith hardly seemed an original thought. He imagined the man had garnered many enemies, given his cutthroat tactics. He'd burned many people, and often played dirty pool.
Should he alert Griffith to the impending catastrophe? Having divorced himself from the situation, he no longer felt obligated to keep things afloat.
Griffith had done this to himself, he grimly decreed. Let him lie in his own bed.
Dan Gaines smirked at the monitor. The men he secretly contracted had done a fine job. The block of hotel rooms Starbright had allocated were wired for transmission. The dish was angled with the satellite that would carry Griffith's orgy to the homes of cable subscribers worldwide. Jamming the signal, an uncensored broadcast, live from the Marquis Hotel, would air.
No room of that floor would be spared. Only the hospitality suite, where he'd set up his makeshift power base, would escape signal distribution.
Dan chuckled at his little prank. Griffith would be the laughingstock of the industry. He'd be ridiculed by the media. The man deserved it, too. Dan's wrath stemmed from disgruntlement. His hopes of being president had been dashed, in lieu of bestowing Roxanne Hunter the honor.
Well, he wasn't about to gracefully accept defeat, not when he could lend destruction where it was due. He planned to let Griffith have it, where he lived.
Dan surfed the channels obtained by the remote control. Hidden cameras captured a crystal-sharp picture in each instance. He was particularly delighted to see Erin O'Toole and those accounting men doing their thing. She kept those young men very busy.
Tim Haas, kneeling between her splayed thighs, vigorously pumped her. Erin faced Mark Albertson, stuffing his cock into her mouth. Her soft lips enveloped his long, hard shaft. She sucked him while Tim hammered into her wet pussy.
Dan panned the shot, then tightened it. He felt like the cameraman on a porno movie set. He closed in, saw Tim push into Erin's juicy center. She widened at each thrust of that hard cock.
Erin took her mouth off Mark and cried out. Heatedly, she responded to Tim. Moaning, she took his dick. She stared at him, begging him to finish. He burrowed into her, supplying her demand. Her screams sounded orgasmic.
"Oh, yes," Dan said, eyes glued to the monitor. He began stroking his cock. He'd done Erin several times before, recounting their sessions. She was a great fuck. Fondling himself, he stiffened.
Mark yanked on his dick while watching Tim give it to her. Erin, screaming in his embrace, shoved her pussy at him. Her back slammed into the mattress and her mouth twisted as her pleasure intensified. She sounded hoarse as she approached orgasm.
"Give it to her, man," Dan instructed Tim's televised image. "Fuck her good." He massaged his dick, letting the excitement spread throughout his system.
Erin climaxed with Tim inside her. Riddled with contractions, she set him off. Tim riveted her convulsing snatch, pouring his cum into it. Sweat rinsed from his misshapen features as he howled.
Dan applauded their performance. He only wished he'd been there to make a personal contribution.
Tim's pounding precipitated another orgasm for Erin. Simultaneously, they spasmed. Their bodies rocked on the bed as that inner turbulence ran its course. At its completion, Tim yanked out his cock. A deluge of creamy goo gushed from her puffy cunt lips.
Mark's guttural cry alerted Dan to move the camera. The usually quiet young man vented his bliss. Dan zeroed in on Mark just as he clasped Erin's head and turned it toward his burning cock. At first, she appeared unaware of his intent. Still shuddering with orgasm, she blindly allowed him that rearrangement. His large thumb held her in position. Aiming at her face, he squirted. Jism jetted through the air, splashing her cheeks, nose and chin. He made sure she received a creamy facial.
Erin clearly reveled at the animal fury she roused in the young men. Dan had known them to be quiet, good-natured fellows. The influence of a nymphomaniac
Dan clucked. That one hadn't reached the satellite orbiting the earth. He merely deemed it a dress rehearsal.
Glancing down, he took note of his swollen cock. Erin had gotten him extremely horny. He had to do something about it.
The phone wenches had taken a rest from their last round. He grinned at the arrangement of young, female flesh that was his for the taking. As he climbed into bed with them, they awakened. The first thing they saw was his strong erection.
"You want more, don't you?" Heather sassed.
"We didn't wear you out?" Amber asked.
Dan thumbed his boner. "I suppose there's no hiding the evidence."
Amber curved her legs around his head. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders as she pushed her snatch at his face. Dan reached for her with his tongue. He lavishly slurped her pussy, savoring its tang.
Amber squealed with joy. "Go ahead, lover. Lick it for me."
Dan delved into her snatch, sampling the honey from her thick flaps. "Mmmmm. It hasn't lost its flavor." Indeed, her juices melted in his mouth.
Amber's knees buckled. Dan reached into her pussy, provoking its flow of nectar. Her heavy spillage trickled onto his wriggling tip. Her thighs moved around his sucking lips. "Yeah. Work my clit."
Dan happily obliged. Fastening his mouth to that damp flesh, he concentrated on her erect button. He vented a fierce suck. She moved her hips, aligning herself to his furious tongue. Those pert tits shook as she reeled before his face.
Heather, aroused by Amber's moans, sprang into action. Lowering her mouth to Dan's stiff cock, she took advantage of his excitement. Her lips scaled that monster, from the immense knob to the pulsing stem. She was in ecstasy, sucking it. Upon gazing at his large dick, her appetite increased. She took him down her throat. His dark pubes brushed her rippling lips. She massaged his balls with her bottom lip, purring.
Buffy's lust exploded. Heather's slender form sexually appealed to her. She separated those long, sleek legs with her hands to get at that juicy snatch. Buffy inhaled Heather's scent. She salivated at that pussy. Pinning back those moist cunt lips with her thumbs, she dove in its succulent core.
"Ohhhh," Heather moaned from her feverish drill. That anxious tongue sank into her nectar-rich crevice.
Buffy repeatedly speared that spicy muff. Each stab unleashed a sizzling cry. She reached as deeply as possible into it, drawing its supply of honey.
"You babes like to eat pussy, eh?" Dan remarked. "Go ahead. It turns me on to watch."
Amber oozed into his cunt-loving mouth. He entered her pussy, tongue-first. Her rich heat engulfed him. He liked her eager push, her need for his squirming tip. Her nipples grew in size, stretched tall. He studied them while gulping her sweetness.
Amber cupped Dan's head, then swiveled her hips. She smeared his face with her profuse drippings. Her prolonged wail rang through the air.
"Suck me," she whimpered, pressing her cunt to his mouth. "Suck me, baby. Use that tongue. Yeah. Fuck me with your tongue. Go as deep as you can. Bury it."
Dan, complying, plowed his tip into her pussy.
"Oh, God," Amber moaned. "Go further.
Yes."
Dan growled, tunneling into her squish. He savored the female energy, struggling against him. Firmly clasping her, he grunted and savored her fight.
"Yes," came her imperative cry. "Yes."
Cradling those butt cheeks, he dragged her tightly to his face and tongue-fucked her. Amber thrashed in his grip, yet returned for more oral penetration. Her thighs shivered around his face. He drank hugely from her. Those drops vaporized on his tongue. Growling, he delved into her sticky hole for more.
Heather's mouth covered his throbbing cock. She sucked him to the balls, using her tongue to caress and stimulate. He leaned into that hot vacuum, surrendering to the joy it provided.
"Yeah," he muttered, pumping her secured lips. "Yeah. I'm going to fuck your face, baby. I'm going to put my whole cock down your throat."
Heather moaned as he lowered himself to that delirious point. His balls slapped her chin. Back and forth he jerked until she was lightheaded. When her muscles went slack, he disengaged himself. His cock dribbled with her bubbly saliva.
Heather wept, having succumbed to Buffy's oral assault. She couldn't delay her orgasm another second. The press of her demanding tongue got her there fast.
Dan watched Buffy gorge herself. She ravenously ate Heather's cunt. He heard her gulp the juices she sucked from those pink, swollen lips.
He focused on Amber's clit. His tip rubbed that swollen button until she squeaked. Its wild beat turned him on. His ceaseless lapping brought her to that precipitous edge.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Please-don't stop!"
Dan was going to do nothing of the sort. Instead, he made her scream.
Amber's head flew from side to side. "Oh, yes. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
He held fast to her seizure-ridden body. Her fierce contractions almost set him off. He fought off the impulse to shoot in Heather's mouth. Her fierce suction nearly got him off. He wished, however, to save his load for Amber.
"Dan, " Amber howled, rocking on her heels. "Oh, Dan."
Weak from cumming, Amber collapsed. She gasped for air, attempting to catch her breath.
Dan divided her legs without missing a beat. Snaring her ankles, he dragged them high. Her furry snatch glistened, ready for cock.
"I've got to have some of that right now," he muttered, aiming for that quivering hole. His dick went slowly. "Doesn't it feel nice when I put it in while you're still shaking from orgasm?"
Amber lifted her legs up and over Dan's shoulders. "Slide into me. Ohhhh. Stick me with your cock."
"Oh yeah," Dan grunted, plunging into her heat. He reared back, then slammed into that clenching snatch. Relief flooded his senses. That spongy warmth gratified him. Nothing compared to straight fucking. It felt great, gripped by moist snatch. Dan made her moan. By her squeeze, he recognized how much she loved it. He jammed it into her, groaning from her juicy crush. In and out of that soaked cunt he glided. His grin broadened as the pleasure spread through his groin. "Push yourself to my dick."
Amber obeyed. She moved her hips, linking herself to him. Dan moved fast, pumping her hard. He rammed her open cunt, filling it with hard cock.
Buffy finished Heather with her high-speed tongue. She climbed from Heather's shuddering form and glimpsed Dan from the rear. His shaft protruded from Amber's juicy gash. As he plowed into her, his balls settled over her anus.
She heard Amber pant as he fucked her.
"Oh, yeah," Amber whimpered as he stuffed her. "Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me."
He disappeared between those sopping lips. She moaned from containing him. He sank to the hilt, his balls spanking her ass.
Buffy's desire heightened. She crawled behind Dan's flexing buttocks and glimpsed Amber. Dan leisurely pumped her, sliding his dick in and out of her wet pussy. Her cries spurred Buffy. Caught up in her feverish wail, Buffy dragged her rock-hard nipples down Dan's back and over his buns.
Dan groaned in appreciation. Sweat gleamed on his hairy body.
"How does it feel to be in her cunt?" she asked. "Is she tight enough for you? Are you throbbing inside her?" Her stiff peaks mildly scratched his flesh. "Do you like when I do that?"
"Yeah," he muttered.
She bunched them together, then streaked across his sweaty flesh. "I'm getting so horny, thinking about when you fucked me. I sure would love to sit on your cock again."
Dan kept slamming into Amber, escalating her sobs. His big dick stuffed her soaked hole.
Buffy explored the territory beneath Dan's hammering buttocks. Her tongue cleaned the perspiration from his firm flesh, then flickered over his pendulous balls. She gave them a bubbly glaze, then splashed warm saliva over their linked section. She tongued that emerging cock and those unfurled lips. Dan's balls dripped with sweat and her recent application. Those bodily fluids were again downed. Buffy enjoyed their distinct tastes.
"God," Dan grunted. Those ticklish strokes almost made him cum. He wasn't certain Amber was ready to climax. Buffy's licks returned, quick and stimulating. She lashed his cock with prickly spit. When jamming himself, he pushed the surplus bubbly drool in her cunt.
"Ohhhh," Amber whimpered. "Ohhhh."
Heather stirred from her post-orgasmic haze. Her eyes fell on Buffy's snatch. The overpowering urge to eat cunt overtook her. Splitting those tanned thighs, she steered for the nest of red curls with her pointed tongue. Her snake-like tip loosened those misty flaps.
Buffy exhaled strongly as that curving tip reached into her pussy. A lazy smile spread across her face as Heather went down on her. "Yeah. Do it. Suck me."
Heather sank into her slimy pulp. Buffy's oral adventure spawned a tasty batch. She lazily slurped her. Buffy's nectar oozed in abundance.
Buffy's eyes closed at Heather's tongue torture. She watched her untamed whips. Her clit bulged against her sinuous tip. Heather's tawny mane fell over her lap, then flipped to one shoulder. She observed the descent of that tongue, then experienced its wriggling tour.
Dan glanced at Buffy's helpless expression. She slumped to the bed, yielding to Heather's thirst. He loved when they ate each other. He returned to Amber's flushed expression, her eyes glazed over and her lips slanted. Her features twisted upon his full immersion.
"Yes," she sighed with pleasure when his base ground against her gaping cunt lips.
His balls slapped the insides of her thighs. She clutched him. Her nails scratched his butt. "Does it feel good?" he asked.
Amber responded by hugging him tightly to her body. Her pussy sucked him to the root. Her nails delved into his shoulder. "Yes," she whimpered, humping his embedded cock. "Yes. Very much."
Her admission excited him. Moving his hips, he fucked her with the intent to cum. The light came into Amber's eyes. She, too, was at the verge.
"Yeah, baby," he muttered, gasping from those cock-stroking lips. His dick emerged coated with hot, tingling juice. "Yeah. Cum. Make it happen."
"I am," Amber squeaked, responding to those savage thrusts. "Oh, yeah." Her chin went up, her lips widening. "Oh, God. Ohhhh."
Buffy humped Heather's face, pursuing that snapping tongue until orgasm struck. She couldn't stop it. That seizure attacked her vocal chords. She could not scream past the lump in her throat.
Dan fucked Heather next. He mounted her, then gave her the ride she'd been begging for. Her ass bounced off the mattress as he held back nothing. Every pounding second, however, the feverish pull of her snatch warned him his number was nearly up.
Whimpering, she received his masterful thrusts. The slap of his balls cut her gasps short.
Dan didn't let up. She molded her lithe body to him, getting her pussy jammed. The women caressed him while he humped her. Their velvet fingertips intensified his enjoyment.
Dan got her off without cumming. Heather swiftly climaxed after he'd worn down her senses. She responded to his hot pumping action and spasmed in his arms.
Buffy craved her turn. "How about putting your cock in my cute ass, Dan? Mine is going to squeeze you like nothing you've had before."
He contemplated her slip of a figure. "Are you sure you can handle it?"
She smiled seductively. "Let's give it a try."
Dan grinned. Those phone wenches were too much.
Buffy got on her stomach. He groped her butt cheeks, fingering that sumptuous crack. Her legs came apart. He saw her red fluff, then pussy lips.
Heather smoothed her palms over his chest. She deliberately swerved over his nipples. "Prepare yourself, honey. His engine is racing. He wants to fill your butt with his big thing."
Dan dragged his cockhead over those plush cheeks, leisurely making her anus his target. He massaged those luscious crescents, preparing to invade them. Imagining himself jammed in them made him painfully stiff. His dick was like bone.
Dan's gentle kneading separated her legs. Buffy moaned from the heat he instilled, and yearned for nothing greater than to enclose him with her rectum. She squirmed before him, smashing her pussy to the sheets and gazed at him with wanting eyes.
Dan climbed onto her. The babes continued to stroke him. Their hands fluttered at his buttocks.
When he lowered his chest to her back, Buffy shivered. "Yes," she whimpered, yielding to his sheltering body. He kissed the nape of her throat while spreading her thighs further apart with his knees. His swollen cock pressed into her spine. "Yes, Dan. I want you in my ass. Please, put your cock in it."
He brushed her shoulders with his lips. Sparks jolted through her flesh. She savored that arousing voltage. His hand delved under her, then collected a pert breast. He tweaked her nipple, sending an electrical current through her body.
"Oh, God," she murmured, going wild.
Dan tenderly jiggled her. He tickled her clit while aiming for the luscious butt hole. His cock, wet with cunt juice, was perfectly lubed. That sumptuous ass rose and fell beneath his weight. Although she could have easily absorbed him, he wanted his introduction to be pleasant.
Buffy's juices trickled onto his palm. Purring, she squirmed against him. He not only encompassed her sodden folds, but that supple nest, too.
Heather and Amber kissed his shoulders, his spine, his ass. They wanted to take part in Buffy's splendor.
"Dan, you're so sexy," Heather whispered in his ear. "You're turning me on all over again."
"My pussy is still tingling from your cock," Amber murmured. "It wants you again."
Dan's dick pulsated in Buffy's crack. He slid back and forth, anxious to go in. He pressed himself into that velvet groove, beating furiously.
"Are you ready to take me?" he whispered into her ear. "Can I cram myself into those sweet buns?"
Buffy merely purred. Writhing, she caressed his furry arms.
Dan propped himself over those compact cheeks. Given its angry shade, the knob of his cock looked ready to burst. He guided the domed tip to the wrinkled opening and pressed. Her anus divided and absorbed him.
"Yeah," she gasped, clawing her nails. She scratched the sheets.
He focused his weight on that quivering hole and let gravity take him down. He caused her ass-hole to expand and accept his descending mass. Ultimately, he wanted to be fully encased in her dark squish. That pink ring squeezed him. He wanted to shoot before he began fucking-it was that wonderful.
"Is it good, baby?" he asked, descending through that clench. "Do you like the way it feels?"
Buffy moaned louder as he reached farther into her ass.
"Fuck her," Heather coaxed him. "She loves it."
"Yeah," Amber pressed. "Buffy always wanted to do an anal. You were her top choice."
By the time his balls settled onto her posterior, Buffy was in ecstasy. His finger, stimulating her clit, made the journey more fun. He smashed his furry crotch to her trembling crevice.
Dan continued to fondle her button. Cunt seepage moistened his fingertip. The aroma of pussy permeated the room.
Buffy was plugged to the hilt, her ass-hole lined with cock. She sighed from his manly push. He drove straight to her bowels, lingered, then gradually receded. In and out of her butt he went, building their joint pleasure.
She savored the sluggish movement of his cock. He burrowed into her hindquarters, jamming her rump. Throwing her head back, she let out a cry. "Yes. Oh, yes. Keep going."
Dan pulled back, then speared her buns. Buffy gave no sign of protest. Back and forth he went, plunging deeply into those luscious cheeks. His finger stayed busy while he fucked her. Down his shaft went, slicing those buns in two. Her warm rectum enclosed him. His balls gave her ass a little slap. That butt hole squeezed him. He bulged around its greasy crimp.
Heather and Amber made it even better. They licked the sweat from his body. Their tongues swept his damp flesh. He was unsure who was slurping him where. One lashed his balls, while the other stayed on his back. He tingled from their cleansing treatment.
"Yeah, " Dan muttered. After a few relishing moments, he rolled Buffy onto her side. They remained attached throughout the change. Embedded in her ass-hole, there was no chance of disconnection. His finger continued its circular thrill. He streamed to her excited nipples. Using his other hand, he groped her tits.
"Ohhhh," Buffy moaned. Tiny electric shocks jolted through her body. Dan released the accumulation of sparks with a soft tweak. Her hips jerked.
He swung his hips and nailed her backdoor. His cock sank into that tense rectum. Her warm, scrubbed flesh strained him. He could tell she wanted him to cum
He rubbed her clit. "You're almost there, aren't you?"
His eruption in that suctioning cranny was a few thrusts away. His balls neared explosion. Someone kept licking them. He groaned from the splash of hot saliva. The urge to spew grew stronger.
Feverishly, he worked Buffy's clit. His fingertips wove over that moist cushion of pink flesh. Bearing down on that pulsing bud, he saw results. She trickled against his enclosed palm.
"Oh, yeah," she whimpered.
Encircling a ripe nipple with his thumb and forefinger, he gave her a shattering pinch. From her guttural cry, he imagined the charge it afforded.
"Oh, God," Buffy cried, shaking. Dan's large thumb whipped her into a frenzy. Her vibrations grew in intensity. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to-"
She thrashed in his embrace. He slammed into that ass, deepening the rush. His cock plowed through those smothering layers of spongy pulp. Clutching her waist, he recklessly fed that tight anus. Its walls lured him to orgasm. He thrust hard and fast, unable to stop himself. Clamping a hand to her quivering mound, Dan drove his whole cock into her rectum. His balls pushed around her quaking crevice.
"Fuck," he grunted through clenched teeth. Hot jism poured into her narrow channel. "Arghh."
"Oh, yeah," she sobbed. "I can feel your cum."
His groin pelted those butt cheeks while he emptied himself. Her ass-hole sucked his spurting jism.
He lay with her until the physical upheaval subsided. His cock, which had grown soft, popped from her ravaged butt. Cum oozed from her crevice.
A smile crept to his lips. The hidden cameras would soon come to life, sparking a scandal from which Starbright Communications would never recover.
He could hardly wait for showtime.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Roxanne Hunter's motives were extremely shallow. Her false show of concern did not fool Allan Forrest. They sat in a room, sharing a bottle of champagne. It had been her idea to toast the occasion, and wishing mutual luck.
Did she think her curvaceous beauty would enslave him? He grinned, recalling his "pet," who did his complete bidding. Roxanne had never known discipline.
Perhaps there was time to give her a taste of it. She might very well like it.
She studied him with calculating eyes. Those pale-blue spheres betrayed her duplicity. "What would it take to keep you?" She ran her hand over his thigh, giving him something to think about. "There's an excellent chance Tom could create a different position, making a few allowances."
He shook his head. "Nothing less than president would do."
"But only one can claim that title."
"Better that it is I."
Roxanne thinly concealed her smugness. "He might have other plans."
He spotted the glitter in her eyes, the curve of her mouth, and concluded that Griffith had already cast his ballot. His spirits darkened. "If that's true, then this conversation is pointless."
He started to dissociate himself from their cozy nook. Roxanne stopped him with her hand and blocked his passage. "Come on, Allan. Why can't you be a good sport? You can't leave. Star-bright won't survive."
"That is my prediction."
She pushed him back into the sofa, and instantly recognized his resentment. Allan didn't take kindly to her asserting control. She took tremendous pride in her ability to read people. Allan never struck her as the passive type. He seemed to thrive when at the helm. She wondered if that instinct carried to the bedroom.
"You don't like being ordered about, do you?" she remarked. "I'll bet you much prefer giving orders."
Her perceptiveness won her his grin. "I won't deny that."
Although she possessed no knowledge of his intimate behavior, she wagered that he probably favored submissive women. Somberness lurked behind that mild demeanor. His gregarious features-likely served as camouflage. She had no evidence from which to draw that conclusion, merely female intuition.
"You know, Allan, I've always suspected that there's a nasty side to you."
"Have you?" He chuckled. "Define 'nasty'. "
She snuggled closer. "It's difficult to describe. You have to admit, you're very guarded about your private life. For all I know, you could be a serial killer."
"You're projecting in the wrong direction."
"What turns you on, Allan?" She brushed him with her tits. "Your eyes tell me.. .domination."
His eyebrows lifted. "Great guess. Have I been that obvious?"
She silently cheered. "Perhaps we can strike a deal."
"In what respect?"
She removed his silk tie, then handed it to him. 'Tie me up."
"Why should I do that?"
She huskily exhaled. "Because I want you to have your way with me while I'm subdued." She spotted the sparkle in his eye, then acceleration of breath. Yes, she thought, she was definitely on the right track. "You've wanted that for some time, haven't you: binding my wrists, taking charge of me? Go ahead, I'd like that, too."
His brain exploded with a medley of images, all featuring Roxanne Hunter at his mercy. Although he judged her a complete slut, that didn't prevent him from accepting her invitation.
Roxanne snickered as Allan broke out into a sweat. She had tripped a hot wire. Rapidly, he coiled his tie to her slender wrists. She saw the bulge in his pants grow in size. God, he's big, she noted. Given his strapping height, it seemed to make sense.
She was glad to have worn the shoulderless gown. He yanked down her front, baring her huge tits. The nipples popped out, pink and hard. She expected no delicate treatment. Allan craved rough sex, not tenderness.
Roxanne looked good, he thought, pulling off her outfit. Allan suffered a slight loss of restraint. Getting her naked excited him. His dick strained the front of his trousers. She stared at it while he stripped her.
Yes, he thought, she would have it-but not until she merited that right. It was high time Roxanne learned that some privileges had to be earned.
He took off his clothes, making her watch. First came his shirt, then shoes and pants. Wearing a pair of boxers, he held her in suspense. The silk folds disguised him. Finally, he removed them.
Roxanne stirred. "I'm impressed."
She began to rise, but he shoved her back on the sofa. Her shapely ass bounced off the cushions.
T have not given you permission," he said in a voice of authority. "Remain seated until told otherwise."
Hearing that commanding tone afforded her a stimulating burst. Allan Forrest shattered her previous conception of him. She genuinely liked what she saw and heard.
Moving toward her, he placed a foot on the sofa. His dick jutted in her face, in need of a mouth. She opened wide for him. Allan swung into her, filling her cheeks.
"That's it," he muttered, "suck it."
Roxanne's lips rippled with movement. He could feel the furious life of her tongue. His bottom vein received brisk handling. Gasping, he lowered himself into her throat. Those clasping lips brushed his protruding veins.
"Suck my dick, slave," he said, fucking her face. "Do as I say. Suck it."
His gruff tone made her pussy drenching wet. He spoke as though implying he would take none of her crap. She actually felt helpless, voluntarily delivering herself into his masterful clutches. He pushed himself until his balls touched her lips.
"More," he dictated, leaning into her gaping expression. "Soak me in your hot saliva."
Roxanne drew upon him. Allan groaned in pleasure as she pulled at his taut skin. In and out of her mouth he went. His solid hard-on descended her throat, then emerged juicy.
After riding her face for several pounding minutes, he detached himself. Saliva strings stretched from his heavy knob to her sucking lips.
"Now, he said, heaving, "lick my balls."
He smashed them to her face. Without the use of her hands, Roxanne merely let out her tongue and allowed him to wipe them over it. Foamy spit immediately covered them.
Allan, pressing his large thumbs to her temple, shifted her about for an even distribution. Her spittle dripped from his taut sac. She managed a steady stream. "Nice lap job. You're doing well. Keep at it."
Roxanne did as he told her. She couldn't get enough of his harshness, which was new and exciting for her.
Abruptly, he backed away from her extended tongue, grabbed her ankles and held them high. Roxanne slid back into the sofa, her head buttressed by the cushion. She swung her disabled wrists over her.
"Okay, slave," he muttered, "now you get some cock."
He jammed himself between her spread legs. Roxanne wailed when her pussy initially absorbed him. That thick, long cock bore deep into her cunt.
"Ohhhh," she sobbed, taking him in savage thrusts. His balls commenced slapping the insides of her thighs. She bit her bottom lip while her pale blue spheres rolled upward. In spite of the pounding she took, it felt good.
Allan experienced her exhilaration. While she had pretended with him earlier, she abandoned the effort. He sank into her wet, excited loins and recognized her enthusiasm. Roxanne wasn't faking it. The moist, sucking noises her cunt produced spoke the truth.
Roxanne moaned. "Oh, Allan. I can feel you in the back of my pussy."
He bet she could. He sawed through that sweet mush, letting those muscles massage him. "You made some compelling observations, slave," he said. "Permit me to make mine. I would say you like being placed into submission."
"Yes," she said. "In real life, I like to call the shots, but in bed, I want a man to do it." That hard cock kept coming at her, nudging her into the upholstery. Oh, God, there definitely was a whole lot of man doing her that instant.
He squeezed her slim ankles, then dragged her to him. He gave her something big and hard to fuck. Shutting his eyes, he pummeled that sodden mound. His balls ricocheted off her soft flesh while his solid shaft spread her cunt lips. Her ecstatic cries nearly drowned his ramming out. She heatedly responded.
"Want more?" he asked, feeding her his bone. "Huh?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh, yes. Please. More."
He granted her wish, pounding away as he encountered no resistance, nor protest. Her snatch readily digested his stiff cock.
After she entirely soaked him, he disengaged himself from those soggy lips. Gripping her one ankle, he used his other hand to guide his cock. Her luscious anus would best serve his pleasure. He pressed his bulb to the opening, then pushed.
Roxanne gritted her teeth and turned red. "Oh, God."
"You know it's going to be so good, slave," he promised, sinking into those quivering butt cheeks. "Your ass wants my fucking cock, doesn't it?"
Roxanne shivered as he plunged into her buns. That first thrust took her breath. He pumped her hard, driving himself to the hilt. She hadn't anticipated getting butt fucked, but as he reclaimed her ankles and used them as the axis from which he drove, her gratification surfaced.
That tight anus trapped his cock. He crammed himself into it, studying her face. Roxanne gave every indication of enjoying it. He stuffed the whole thing into her ass and savored the clasp of her rectum. He drove harder into it without obtaining an objection.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned. Her ass took all of him. Gazing at the protruding section from her expanded hole, he knew he couldn't last much longer.
Roxanne whimpered. There was no stopping that cock. It agitated her ass. She fiddled with the tie that held her prisoner, aching to rub herself. Only a little jiggling was necessary for her to cum. Peering into Allan's dead eyes, she saw she hadn't gotten his approval.
His balls rapidly smacked her. She could feel his orgasm building, spreading its roots. A veil of sweat covered his handsome face. He fucked her with all his might, jarring her into the cushion.
Without warning, he pulled out and shot all over her snatch. Hot cum splashed over her clit. She trembled from its creamy warmth. Wildly jerking, he took his cock in his fist and pressed the spurting head to her clit. Back and forth he rubbed, smearing her with his cummy tip.
Roxanne twisted, struggling to free herself of the tie. "Oh, God," she moaned as he pushed down on her pink button. "Oh. yeah. Yeah."
Allan still lingered in the grip of orgasm as he massaged her clit. More of his goo seeped from his tip. He watched Roxanne writhe in her seat, then climax. Her cries echoed in the room.
There, he thought as she tried to catch her breath. He'd shown her who was boss.
Let that serve as her first lesson.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The hour had come. Tom Griffith's executive orgy was slated to begin.
People invited assembled in the rooms earlier provided. Identification was checked at each door. Party crashers were not welcome. Fortified by cocktails and enticed by the imminent sex, they gladly shucked their formal attire. Nobody waited for the bathrooms; they undressed each other.
Dimmed lighting wiped out the last reservations about partaking in such an ordeal. Bulbs in lamps were replaced with lower wattage, or removed. The-likelihood of a sudden burst distracting someone at a crucial moment was reduced or eliminated. The shyest ones had dark corners in which to fuck.
Gasps drifted from the shadows. Closer inspection brought into view a moist snatch descending on a hard cock. The sound of moist flesh dividing perked more than a dozen ears. It was accentuated by a mouth puckering an erect nipple.
Two women shared a cock. Their tongues swept it from either side, layering it with spit. One kissed the bulbous head while the other lapped the balls. The man to whom that lucky dick belonged appreciably groaned, then pulled another woman to his face. She sobbed as he sucked the juices from her pussy.
Two men shared a woman. One installed himself in her mouth with gasping results. The other took her doggie-style, ramming into her snatch from the rear. His balls slapped her squirming buns, and his thrusts shoved the other man's cock deeper into her throat.
One woman lay on top of another, smashing their cunts together, stacking their tits. Their hips jerked synchronously, affording their clits maximum friction. Behind them, a man knelt, massaging his dick. He entered one, pumped her to his satisfaction, then withdrew. Seconds later, he stuck himself into the other. He switched between them, fucking both.
A man toured the room and stumbled upon a shapely pair of buns rising and falling atop a man. He glimpsed the thick cock protruding from those succulent pink lips, then those sumptuous cheeks kissing his balls. The woman whimpered as she sank onto that wide thing. He glimpsed the smooth legs draped over those hairy thighs.
Unable to resist, he began fondling himself. His dick pulsed in his urgent grip. His mouth watered at the sight of that wet pussy absorbing that chunky member. Her wrinkled anus seemed to call to him. Shedding his compunctions, he steered at it. Her butt hole widened at his push, then absorbed his stout helmet. The thin wall of her snatch bulged with the other man's cock, narrowing the space. He worked himself into it, causing everyone to cry out.
The woman riding her partner recovered and smirked over her shoulder. "Yeah, take my ass. Fill it."
At her proposal, he jammed her to the base. His balls touched those shivering buttocks. A smile creased his mouth, then faded as the woman moved her hips. The man beneath her gasped as she caused the dick to rub against his dick in her ass.
Women sucked cocks after they'd been in their pussies. They licked their own nectar from the head and veins, letting it mingle with their saliva. Men reloaded their vacant crevices with hard, pounding meat.
Some wanted their asses plugged. Pushing up their buns and spreading open their cracks, they offered their butt holes for penetration. K-Y Jelly was on hand for simplified entrance.
Several people were simultaneously linked. Women put both pussies and cocks in their mouths. They practiced the classic daisy chain, writhing as one.
Cum was spilled over tits, stomachs or faces. Cries erupted from obscurity, then gradually died. Nobody seemed to mind how things finished.
Allan stared contemptuously at Roxanne. She knelt before him, her wrists still bound. His cum dribbled from her nipples. He had just fucked her tits and shot all over them. While she smothered them in her sweaty cleavage, he'd gingerly enclosed her throat. Roxanne visibly enjoyed having him rub his thumbs over that delicate patch. Never did she register concern that he might cut off her breathing. Her pale blue eyes glowed with admiration and trust-the proper attitude of a newly recruited servant. "Then you agree that becoming president is not within your capacity?"
Solemnly she nodded. "Please, fuck me again."
"Not yet, slave. We need to go to the orgy. Our chairman expects our attendance."
She tried licking his cock. "No, I'd rather stay here."
A smirk evolved as he pulled away from her tongue's reach. "Will you wear a studded collar for me?"
She shivered and smiled. "Yes."
"I'll have one specially made. You'll wear it whenever told."
"I will, master."
He pointed to the door. "To the orgy, now. We must not be too late."
Roxanne dutifully got to her feet and reached for her crumpled gown. Never did she take her eyes off Allan. He sensed newfound respect in her demeanor.
Allan was pleased with the outcome of their session. Roxanne was his to command. She might have uncovered his passion for bondage, but he pinpointed her love for subjugation.
He would teach her well, going forward.
Dan Gaines chuckled at Roxanne's fate. The woman had always had a weakness for dominant men. He often glimpsed that in the past, yet wouldn't have guessed it could be utilized for reprogramming purposes. Roxanne appeared eager to satisfy their Operations Director.
Amber's tongue slithered over his cock while he monitored the activities in the various rooms. Buffy lightly sucked on his neck and ran her fingers through his furry matting. Heather occasionally licked his balls. In was a comfortable setting. He had no reason to leave such a cozy atmosphere and go to the orgy. He had every conceivable luxury in the hospitality suite.
Dan hadn't yet depressed the button that would transmit the various scenes from the dish to the satellite. He awaited Tom Griffith's entrance. Their chairman was being fashionably late. His sizzling offering to the cable-consuming public would lack the impact without Griffith. The masses needed to associate him with the featured decadence.
"Give me some," Heather demanded of Amber.
Amber relinquished his spittle-coated cock-head. Heather hungrily descended upon it.
Dan gasped as Heather pumped him with her sucking lips. She took most of him in one gulp, held her place, then gradually climbed. She secured her mouth below his jutting rim, then sucked hard.
He didn't think he could cum anymore, but the phone wenches managed to prove him wrong. Their mouths, pussies and anuses revived him.
He wondered where the hell Griffith was. He decided to search for him, via hidden camera. Numbly, he hit the remote and digested a scene in the main reception. The throng attending Brad Voight's party had tapered. Tom Griffith bade people a pleasant evening.
He came out of Heather's mouth and went into Buffy's. Her lips tightened around his cock, then made him slick. Her tongue flicked at his large vein.
"Come on, Griffith," he muttered under his breath, staring at the man's televised image. He wanted fast-paced action-and one hell of an expose.
Brad Voight shook hands with Tom Griffith. "It's been a long road. I wish you continued luck in bringing the company farther."
Griffith nodded. "I appreciate that."
The temptation to divulge the existence of the satellite equipment came and went. Brad found no reason to enlighten him. Who was he to interfere with divine justice.
He took Diana's hand and started toward the door. The party was over and it was time to go home. The final chapter of his involvement with Starbright Communications had been written. There was nothing left to say, nothing left to do. Griffith would go on from there, solo.
They walked up to the valet and summoned their car. While they waited for it, Brad turned and glanced at the dish. He had an afterthought about warning Griffith. If the man became embroiled in a scandal, the company's stock price would plummet. Brad, still a large shareholder, could ill-afford negative publicity. His own investment would depreciate. It hadn't occurred to him until that very moment.
"Darling, go ahead without me," he told his wife. "I've got some unfinished business to resolve."
"But, sweetheart-"
He kissed her. "I'll take a cab. It'll be all right."
Diana sighed, then nodded.
Brad returned to the reception area and learned that Tom had just departed for his private party. Swiftly, he headed for the elevators.
"Suck it, slave," Allan muttered. "Run your tongue all over it-not just the head. Wet down my balls, too."
Roxanne Hunter and Erin O'Toole knelt between his spread thighs. He'd directed both of them to pleasure him. Roxanne was already compelled to obey, but he was awed by Erin's willingness. Griffith's executive secretary gladly followed instruction.
Those electrical lips jolted Allan. His cock twitched within Roxanne's grip. A pearl of cum leaked from the tip. He groaned around Erin's flickering tongue. She explored his mouth while Roxanne massaged him. He groped Erin's tits, thumbing her enlarged nipples. His hand descended her silky planes. He sampled her smooth stomach and navel before reaching her red curls. Her sticky lips opened for him. Her pussy oozed with hot desire. He inserted a finger into her juicy center.
Erin shivered as he penetrated her.
Roxanne released his throbbing member. She licked the creamy seepage from his bloated crown. She kissed the head, then traced the fleshy rim with her tongue. Another bead of jism emerged from its slit. Roxanne promptly cleaned the drippage.
Allan, exhaling from her dash of saliva, raised his hips and aimed for her mouth. His cockhead disappeared in a frenzy of bubbles. Heat instantly engulfed him. "Yeah, slave. Eat it."
Roxanne slid forward, burying him in her face. His balls pressed against her chin. He went to the back of her throat, then retreated. Roxanne sucked him to the root. She rubbed the jutting vein of his underside with her bottom lip.
Erin eyed that mouth-filling dick. Lust swelled through her. She could practically taste it.
"Give her some, slave," Allan commanded. He didn't care that other people were within earshot. Her subjugation would soon become a matter of public record.
Erin settled beside Roxanne. Allan threw his legs apart, providing them ample room. She caressed his coarse thigh. Roxanne steered his dick to her lips. Erin tongued him slowly while Roxanne held him. She fluttered over his domed head. Roxanne's saliva mingled with hers. An unexpected shiver raced through her. Her lips covered his bulb. She sucked the remnants of her from him.
He cupped the top of Erin's head and pressed. She yielded to his push. More of Allan entered her mouth. She coasted down his length, increasing her intake. She washed him down in a rush of spit and fully absorbed that cock. He protruded from her moist lips.
"Damn," Allan groaned, ill-prepared for her ferocious suction. She latched onto him. He watched those luscious lips meet his wide base. His dick vanished in one continuous gulp. She lingered at the bottom for several heart-pounding moments before releasing him. His features contorted as she glided up and down his thing.
Roxanne carefully washed the tightly drawn pouch. She slapped one frothy layer over another. She even sucked his inner thigh, tasting hair and sweat.
When Erin's mouth came down, she did not displace Roxanne. She flicked near those sucking lips, greeting her. Erin, unruffled, briefly halted. She released her hold on Allan, disgorging his thick stem. Allan solidly protruded from Erin's face. Roxanne darted about, blending into Erin's saliva. Roxanne focused on the thick vein that ran the length of his cock. Erin eventually soared to his dome. Spit cascaded from the corner of her mouth. Roxanne gladly cleaned that foamy excess from his dick.
Erin unfastened her lips. His cock, soaked with drool, swayed for its next recipient. Roxanne manipulated him while dancing over his rubbery knob. She slid over Erin's glaze.
Erin tapped Roxanne on the shoulder. Roxanne automatically surrendered her thriving mouthful. Having achieved total relaxation of the muscles, her dislodging him was a mere twist of the lips.
He gazed at Erin's bobbing head as she gorged herself. He bulged from those luscious lips. He pushed more into her dazed expression, then groaned at her strong pull.
Allan fancied the thought of enslaving Erin O'Toole in addition to his induction of Roxanne. It immensely pleased him that he could manipulate those women to his darkest satisfaction.
Dan Gaines nearly blanched when he spotted Brad Voight leaving the elevator and calling out to Tom Griffith. Something told him Brad had caught onto his plan was about to spoil the fun.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, pulling away from Heather's tongue. "I've got to stop him." If Voight prevented Griffith from entering that room with his cameras poised for transmission, he would be robbed of the moment.
"Where are you going?" Amber whined.
Dan pushed them away and put on his pants.
Roxanne couldn't help noticing Erin's red thatch. Her cunt lips separated as she shifted about. Glistening pink flesh caught her interest. She smoothed a hand over Erin's shapely buttocks. Erin, busy with Allan, did not shrink from her intimate touch. Roxanne lowered her mouth to Erin's cunt and licked the juicy flaps.
Erin arched her spine. Allan's dick fell out of her mouth. Her sob ended in a smile.
Roxanne returned to that delectable patch. Pinning back Erin's folds, she stuck her wriggling tongue into her quivering center. Erin moaned. Her woman taste trickled onto Roxanne's extended tip. She drank the nectar that oozed from that warm groove.
Allan watched his slave lick Erin. His dick violently throbbed. He stroked himself, happy to see her going for it.
Erin rolled onto her back. Lifting her ass, she delivered a mouthful of cunt to Roxanne. She gorged herself on each serving. Her eyeballs rolled upward as Roxanne crammed her tongue into that moist hole. Her trim thighs trembled around her hungry face.
Roxanne downed all that she drew. Erin's pleasure flowed into her gulping orifice. Her red pubes tickled her as she fed upon her honeyed secretions.
Allan gently detached her. "Move over, slave. I want to fuck her."
Dazed from drinking those flavor-rich juices, Roxanne complied. Allan dragged Erin onto his lap. His heels sank into the mattress as she settled upon him.
Erin, woozy with joy, spread her legs wide for that vertical cock. Roxanne continued to provide additional lubrication with her saliva-rich tip.
Allan gripped Erin's waist and aimed from her squishy center. His bulbous head punctured those wet, puffy lips. He met with Roxanne's vigorous tongue whipping Erin into a frenzy. She brushed his dick with hot saliva. He stuck more of his shaft into that cunt, then clenched his teeth. Erin took him. Bearing down with his heels and reclaiming his breath, he jammed it into that tight pussy.
Erin moaned as Allan entered her. His size made her ache. "Oh, God, there's so much." Arching her spine, her mouth dropped open. The reach of Allan's cock took her breath. Swiveling her hips, she tried capturing more of it.
"That's right," Allan gasped. Perspiration dampened at his brow. His features screwed up as she ground herself to him. He helped her by jerking his hips. His cock sliced into a warm, clinging cunt. Slowly, they completed the connection. Her wet, juicy lips stuck to him. Erin smothered him in liquid heat. "Take it.
Take all of it."
Erin shivered when meeting his rock-solid base. Allan leaned into her soft mound, smashing his balls to her ass.
Roxanne lashed that emerging section of him. Allan protruded from Erin's gored cunt. Using her tongue, she traced the pink edging that cleaved to her master's dick. Her saliva oozed behind Erin's constricted flaps, greasing her for Allan's pulsing mass. Allan went in and out of that snatch with less struggle.
"Oh, yeah," Erin moaned, humping him. The diameter of his base no longer posed a problem. Her pussy kissed his balls. "Fuck me, Allan. Fuck me."
He seized Erin's slim waist and brought her down. His balls slapped her ass. "Here. Come back for some more." He slammed himself into the red-haired vixen, causing her to pitch. He pumped her without allowing a moment's recovery. That hot pussy swallowed him whole, sucking him into its oily warmth.
Roxanne was content doling out her frothy lashes, but Allan had other plans. He dragged her away from Erin's pulsing clit. "You're going to sit on my face, slave."
Roxanne offered no argument. In a burst of strength, he hauled her pussy to his mouth. They were in perfect alignment. That first curling slurp robbed her of oxygen; the second and third brought screaming. "Eat me, master. Eat my snatch. Suck my clit."
Roxanne rode his face. Temporarily forgetting that lodged member in Erin's cunt, she concentrated on his probe. Allan ate ravenously of her sugary pulp. Blindly, Roxanne humped that wriggling tongue. She sobbed as it fucked her.
Erin galloped on Allan's lap, gripping him in a delirious vise. That hard, burrowing cock was exactly what she needed. She brought her clasping lips down on that rigid thing. Unable to contain her ecstasy, she embraced Roxanne. Their mouths met and exchanged tongues. Roxanne's kiss fired her passion. Mewling, she ground herself to the cum-swollen balls.
Roxanne pressed herself to Allan's mouth. He jabbed his tongue into her cunt. She gasped from its delightful stretch. He circled her clit, assaulting it in the same serpentine fashion.
"I'm going to cum," she moaned, unable to shake the chills he delivered. "I'm going to cum."
Her announcement escalated his slurps. His ferocious suck sent her over the edge. Roxanne went hoarse, her vocal cords hurting from those guttural cries. She pelted him with her slick mound while in the throes of orgasm.
Roxanne slumped from his face just as Allan felt his jism cook. He was about to explode in
Erin's cunt. He hammered her with his dick, demanding she accompany him. The additional slamming was unnecessary. Erin had already achieved fulfillment. Her freckled face was riddled with contortions. She willingly surrendered to the onslaught.
Allan gushed into that contracting cunt. He thought he was going to pass out from the ferocity of his spasms. He couldn't recall cumming with such debilitating force.
"Griffith!" Brad yelled, arguing with the uniformed guard to permit him passage.
Tom Griffith, annoyed, turned around. His arrival at the orgy had been delayed once too often. He scowled at Brad Voight, whom he thought had gone. "What is it?"
"Are you aware of the equipment that's been planted in those rooms?"
"Equipment? What are you talking about?" Griffith motioned the guard, authorizing Voight's approach.
"There are cameras in there, and a satellite dish. Someone is broadcasting your little bash."
Voight's knowledge of his orgy aggravated him. Those invited apparently hadn't kept it to themselves. His insistence of unapproved transmission rankled him. "How do you know this?"
"I've been outside and seen the cameras."
Griffith, distrusting what Voight disclosed, threw open the doors. The floor was littered with people having sex. Women sucked the cocks that had just fucked them. Some kept working on them until they could reenter their pussies. Moaning echoed.
Voight, stunned by what he saw, ventured into the room. He stepped over furiously humping bodies. He spotted Roxanne Hunter and Erin O'Toole with Allan Forrest. From the sound of their breathing and their manner, they had simultaneously cum.
Dan Gaines burst into the room and sought out Voight. He noticed Griffith looking around, investigating Voight's claim. Dan, cursing his luck, balled his fist.
Behind him, Monique Griffith walked in. A fabulous designer coat draped her exquisite body. She snarled at the mass of writhing flesh, visibly sifting through the dimness.
Tom Griffith, frowning after exhaustively searching for some proof to back Brad's claim, saw his wife. "Well, it's about time you showed. I figured you weren't going to come."
After finding her prey, Monique's hand slammed into her purse and retrieved a gun. Fixed with a deranged look, she took aim.
"Not a cent more!" she declared, then fired.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Screams followed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Two weeks after the nightmare incident, Starbright Communications limped its way to a healthy start. Aspersions had been cast upon the company by financial analysts, forecasting gloom for the cable giant. Many predicted that it would fold, or merge with one of its competitors.
Erin O'Toole didn't quite see it that way.
She entered Tom Griffith's old office, now that of Brad Voight. Changes had been made, but none that dramatic. Brad had been kind in preserving its essence. Not wishing to subject the company to further upheaval, yet wanting to place his personal stamp on his executive digs, he moved only a few possessions.
Brad studied laser-printed documents she had delivered several hours earlier. He poured over them with an intensity she deemed appetizing. Erin felt a twinge of sexual arousal at watching him.
All things considered, Erin was pleased with the outcome of the tragic events. It was most unfortunate what happened at the Marquis Hotel. Who could have guessed that Monique Griffith would barge into the orgy and open fire? The woman had been positively crazed. Her husband had fatally taken two of the three bullets. His death struck her dumb. No one could be certain Griffith had been her intended target, for she refused to acknowledge any questions with distinguishable answers.
They learned of the hidden cameras Dan Gaines had planted throughout the hotel. The executive was reprimanded and discharged. Headhunters submitted resumes for his vacated position.
Fortunately, Brad opted to reinstate himself, not only as Chief Executive Officer, but Chairman as well. The Board unanimously approved the motion to award him that power. The need for continuity in the face of adversity seemed applicable.
Erin prayed Brad hadn't judged her for the three-way she'd had with Roxanne Hunter and Allan Forrest. She'd been on a sexual binge and permitted herself to get carried away. The whole thing seemed to happen in a dream. She still recalled how Allan kept calling Roxanne his "slave." That scene lacked sense, in her eyes. She never knew them to like each other. Since the shooting, Roxanne followed him around like a lost puppy. Allan neither encouraged nor discouraged her obsession.
Two weeks after the funeral, Erin counted herself lucky that she retained her position as executive secretary. Brad, satisfied with her performance, allowed her to function in that capacity.
Erin waited a respectable time before she extended certain privileges to Brad. After all, she'd granted Tom sexual favors, hadn't she? What was the harm in providing them to Brad?
Walking behind Brad, she massaged his shoulders. "Have you found it necessary to make revisions?"
He shook his head. "Everything appears to be in order."
"Good." She pressed her large boobs into his head. "Now that we've determined that, how would you like a blow job?"
Brad dropped the papers on his desk. "Pardon me?"
"You heard me," she huskily said, perching her shapely rump on the side of the chair and engaging him in meaningful eye contact. "It's something I've been dying to do."
He grinned. "Is that a fact?"
She dropped her hand over his crotch and rubbed. Brad readily responded to her feathery touch. His cock thickened and developed beneath her heated palm. "Hmmmm. I'd say it would do you a world of good."
Brad relaxed in his seat and permitted her complete license. Her fingers crackled with electricity. "You may be right."
Erin got down on her knees and opened his pants. Her mouth watered once she took out his cock. "Very nice." Slowly, she licked it, starting at the balls and hooking the head.
"Oh, yeah." His head slammed back into the chair as she seriously got down to business.
"Mmmmm," she hummed against his manly flesh.
Brad gave himself over to her warm, sucking lips. His dick disappeared in that red ring. He gazed into those bright green eyes while enjoying her tingling pull. "Oh, yeah. Feels good."
Erin's red hair spilled over her face. She whipped it back, showing him what protruded from her mouth. Her fingers gingerly slid up and down his thighs, spreading joy through his body.
Once those lips took hold of him, they wouldn't let go. He exhaled sharply as she sucked his dick. She demanded his hot goo with every lingering pull. When soaring to the top, her fingers circled him. She yanked on his member, jerking the horniness from his body. Her lips covered his head as she prepared to drain him.
"Don't stop," he said, sweating heavily.
"Finish me with your mouth."
Erin wasn't about to leave him in limbo. She made him cum fast. Her lips wouldn't let go until his jism splashed onto her tongue. He gasped, squirting into her mouth.
She sat back on her haunches and smiled. "See. You needed that. I could tell by your tension level. I'm sure you feel much better."
"I do."
"I think you and I are going to get along very well."
"I certainly hope so."
"You can trust me, Brad. I would never betray you."
He stared at her. "Not ever?"
She shook her head and giggled. "In a way, I'm glad things worked out the way they did. You're much sexier than Tom Griffith. I'm going to enjoy working under you, if you catch my drift." She sighed. "It's just a shame he got killed. If only his wife hadn't pointed that gun at him and fired."
"Oh, she wasn't aiming at him."
"Do you have any idea who was supposed to get hit?"
"Sure."
Her eyebrows went up. "You do?"
"Yes, it was me. Fortunately, I ducked. Tom, the poor bastard, didn't. He had no idea what was coming off."
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Monique Griffith was having an affair with another woman. I had candid snapshots and threatened her with exposure. She paid generously for my silence."
Erin's brow knitted together. "Are you saying that you were.. .blackmailing her?"
He nodded. "For over a year and a half."
Erin recalled Monique screaming, "Not a cent more!" before pressing the trigger. "I'm stunned."
"You never figured me to be a bad guy, eh?" Brad zipped his pants and smiled. "My hatred for Tom Griffith ran that deep. Sometimes, I found his actions difficult to reconcile. He always wanted things done his way. I got tired of being outvoted, of fighting a bureaucracy. What did I do about it? Bilked his wife of hundreds of thousands. I felt avenged to a minor degree. It gave me pleasure to squeeze her for money. Did I need it? No. But I gladly turned on the heat and kept it constant."
Erin, speechless, could only listen.
"Now that I've confessed my little secret, I expect you to keep it." He peered into those emerald eyes. "That won't be a problem, will it?"
She shook her head. Knowing Brad Voight had an evil side made him even more appealing. Shivering, she got on his lap. "I think we need to seal our pact with a fuck."
Brad let her unzip him, then groaned as she sank onto his cock. He hadn't lost a bit of his excitement. "Yeah. Slide down on it, baby. Give me some executive action.. . . "
