Sheila Davenport exited the hotel retaining a tantalizing glow. Defiantly, she tossed her dark mane of hair over her shoulders. The large breasts of the twenty-eight-year-old temptress provocatively bounced in the skintight dress. Her emerald eyes seductively glittered.
Not quite fifteen minutes beforehand, she closed a hot scene with her half-sister, Linda Webster, and friend, Paula Meyers. During her brisk walk, she endured the void left by a thick cock. Jack Tremain, scaling a height of six eight, was a well-endowed man. Not only did he stretch her with that monster, but went deep as well. At twenty-five, he was a stud of some repute. Before he stuck her, she enjoyed his tongue-another skill in his repertoire.
Petite Paula-blonde, blue-eyed and succulent-managed to fit him in her mouth, and would have finished him off had he not opted to fill Sheila's pussy. After he buried the last of his ten inches, her lips curved into a gratified smile.
He felt sublime smashed between her legs, fully expanding her cunt lips.
Linda, clasping her diamond pendant, observed the proceedings with a faint smile. Their coupling occurred prior to Sheila's robust arrival, and had been of dazing satisfaction. Jack put forth a quality effort in pulling the trigger of the thirty-one-year-old. Her black eyes and lengthy dark hair gave her an air of exquisite mystery. Her whipcord body had wildly bucked on its mound, demanding everything in its feverish gallop. One ride wonderfully sufficed.
They generously submitted to Jack's erotic whims, eventually exhausting the golden-haired stud. The encounter was, in reality, a reunion. For many months, Sheila had been separated from Linda and Paula, having no inkling to their whereabouts. Her pursuit of them climaxed in a pleasure-rich orgy revolving around Jack, who held their freedom under a unique lock and key. Sheila fashioned a scheme that not only bought them their walking papers, but taught Jack a needed lesson. Scrupulous to a fault, she boggled the scam artist's mind.
The situation concerned the diamond pendant. Not only did Linda possess one, but Sheila and Paula in addition. The sparkling jewel, though a splendid ornament, held hypnotic powers. The women, accomplished mesmerists, capably put their subjects completely in their thrall while robbing them blind. Their ruse? Their own bodies and the promise of unforgettable sex.
They looted treasure-bedecked yachts, private art galleries and money-filled safes without conscience. They targeted the affluent crowd: people who historically heavily insured their valuables and invariably profited from the loss. To preserve their anonymity, the three imposed a post-hypnotic suggestion that banned their victims from clearly recalling the incident.
Hypnosis, under the pendant, for some inexplicable reason, heated up one's hormones and afflicted him or her with a ravenous sexual appetite upon being revived. The women, aware of side effect, gladly satisfied those ferocious demands when lifting the trance.
Resulting from their polished craft, they enjoyed a lifestyle exempt of strife and penalty. Hypnosis provided them every means and privilege. The aftermath of each episode involved frenzied pleasure. Their fulfillment was whole.
Regrettably, they were no match for Jack Tremain's ambitions. At his calculation, Linda and Paula disappeared in the night without a single clue. Jack hungered for the wealth those will-bending pendants yielded. He amassed a respectable fortune, exploiting the women's talents. An expert cocksman who previously made a living off bored, rich women, he engrossed his captives with his imagination. Neither could resist his toned body, nor his masterful prowess. Hopelessly separated from Sheila and with dim prospects of finding her, they offered their cooperation to his lucrative proposal. Independently wealthy from their previous excursions, neither protested the cut Jack took. He amply compensated their troubles in the sack.
Sheila's tireless journey culminated in success, which she attributed in part to Dave Fairfield, an old lover and dedicated traveling companion. Dave, a forty-six-year-old sexual gymnast whose belief in a healthy diet and daily exercise erased more than a decade from his age, hadn't originally pl-edged his help. Sheila hid her hypnotic crimes from him as long as possible, but after prevailing upon her to come clean, he turned against her. Revolted by her crooked lifestyle, he announced that he would have nothing further to do with her. Sheila, desperate for an ally, transformed him into her slave with her pendant. For the duration of the search, Dave served under the authority of the jewel. She completely trapped his defiance and re-channeled his rebellious energy for optimal productiveness. Dave had traditionally satisfied her in bed, and became a release valve when her frustration levels ran high.
Eventually, she pinpointed her lost partners.
The three women worked collaboratively to outwit Jack by switching his specially prepared contact lenses that shielded him from the pendant's will-stripping muscle to ordinary ones. Linda carried out his overdue enslavement, relishing his surprise. Jack's sexual thirst awakened with a vengeance that required their combined attention. His ardor had been tweaked to voracious proportions.
Linda personally administered a posthypnotic suggestion that barred Jack from retaliation and struck from his mind any memory of the episode as added insurance. His infamy warranted strict measures. Given his dazed look, that erasure had been victorious.
Linda and Paula agreed to dress and clean up, then meet her in front with the car. Sheila headed for the parking lot with a spring in her step. The last item on her agenda was collecting Dave, whom she had not seen most of the day. The vanishing act he pulled was unlike him, yet hadn't justified panic.
She looked forward to weeks of hassle-free relaxation and the ongoing dialogue with her reunited partners. A celebration would be had.
She absently fingered her gold chain and diamond pendant, which provided a guarantee that those objectives would not go awry.
The street was, to her amazement, desolate. Sheila, accustomed to the bustle of cabs and pedestrians, thought the enduring quiet an anomaly. Shrugging, she strode toward her rented vehicle with key in hand.
From the shadows, Dave Fairfield abruptly surfaced. Ruggedly handsome, he bore a stern look she deemed uncharacteristic.
"Dave," she said, catching her breath, "where were you?" He materialized from the very darkness, startling her. She dropped the key as a result. "I've combed the area-to no avail."
"I'm back," he replied in a voice that strangely dripped of menace, "and feel quite myself."
Sheila failed to admit the gravity of his conveyed message. He did not, she noticed, have a subdued air since his forced induction. "Huh?"
Immediately, he seized her wrist-another jarring indication of becoming insubordinate. She could not fathom the basis for the change. The strength of his grip was like a cold splash of water.
His sardonic expression painted a worrisome picture eclipsing her previous euphoria. That Dave would overcome her constricting influence had been defective logic. The diamond pendant's might was, to her understanding, infallible. "What's gotten into you?"
From a row of cars, the headlights came on and a black sedan swerved in front of them and came to a screeching halt. The door promptly opened and an attractive blonde woman, perhaps early thirties., beckoned her.
"Hello, Sheila," she said.
Sheila's pulse raced at a hurtling speed. She established instant and fearful recognition. Cynthia Rush, the woman who taught her and her half-sister Linda the art of hypnosis, met her gaze. Cynthia's lessons hadn't included instruction on fleecing millionaires. Sheila and Linda adopted that practice after mastering the education she'd provided.
Sheila hadn't seen her in years, yet her pangs of shame were fresh. Cynthia had specified that the gifts she imparted were not meant for abuse, nor illicit gain. Sheila blatantly violated that promise, and that guilt put a flush in her cheeks.
The crystal blue eyes studying her seemed to acknowledge that betrayal. She perceived the blondementor's harsh judgment, and predictably, a harsh sentence.
Dave roughly pushed Sheila into the car. He no longer pretended to be the caring paramour, as evidenced by his brusque handling. Sheila sailed into the backseat, gripped by terror. Dave's restoration had been a tough pill to swallow, but Cynthia's unexpected appearance was, by far, worse. Her nerves were barely intact, yet she grappled with projecting a calm front. Dave climbed in and slammed the door, then signaled the driver to swiftly accelerate. He glanced at Sheila, his brown eyes blocks of ice.
They dashed into the night, their destination a mystery. Sheila had no means of contacting Linda or Paula and alerting them of her peril. The glass partition between them and the driver, in addition to the darkened windows, precluded her from summarizing her locality.
Cynthia coolly regarded her. "Not the homecoming you imagined, eh, Sheila?"
She alternated from the frosty blonde to Dave. He was out of her hypnotic range, no doubt at Cynthia's intervention. "You've released him, haven't you?"
"That was despicable of you, Sheila," Dave growled, "and I won't ever forget it."
Sheila winced. Dave's gruffness alarmed her, yet she did not allow it to undermine her composure. "It was necessary, given the challenge I faced."
"I personally trained you, Sheila," Cynthia crisply reminded. "The intention for financial advancement was never there. Your ill-use of the talents I gifted you compels me to seek damages."
Sheila warily eyed her. "You're going to punish me?"
"Such defiance cannot go unchecked." She dipped into her purse and produced a gold chain and pendant identical to her own.
Sheila was painfully aware of its magnified power. The jewel refracted some light that filtered through the smoked glass by overhead lamps and illuminated signage. As though by illusion, it had an independent light source. "No." She lurched in her seat, only to be restrained by Dave. Cynthia closed in on her, exhibited the antique piece. Flanked by the two, Sheila had no viable exit. "Not that."
Cynthia held her blistering gaze. "It's the only effective device to redefine the boundaries of your responsibilities."
Sheila struggled, but was stilled by Dave's iron grasp. Her writhing back knocked vainly against his solid chest. He brooked her no sympathy and positioned her in harm's way, his strength immobilizing her.
"Don't," Sheila hoarsely repeated, breaking into a sweat. Beads cropped at her brow. Cynthia leaned toward her, between her thighs. In the scuffle, she wrapped her legs around that blonde temptress. Realizing she was directly in front of the jewel, her heart rate tripled. "Please, let's negotiate."
Cynthia's voice was gentle, yet exacting. "I'm afraid we're beyond that, Sheila. This is the only way." She poised her weapon. "Surrender to it. Embrace its power. Consign yourself to the cleansing light."
Neither Linda, nor Paula, could save her. She was, essentially, at Cynthia's mercy. Dave's manhandling made her subjugation expedient. "No."
Dave pressed against her, enforcing her compliance. "Don't fight it, baby. It's no use."
Sheila squirmed in his clutches, unable to avert the compelling gem. She was no match for Dave. Her wrists clamped, she couldn't wrench free. Her back thudded against his brawny chest while Cynthia's delicate tone penetrated her will. Vastly aware of its estimable command, she feared for retainment of her soul.
"David is correct, Sheila. Face the repercussions of your villainous deeds. You enslaved hundreds of people, making them subservient so that you could steal their most precious objects. You did so without conscience or pity. It is time to atone for those felonious acts." The diamond pendant beckoned her. "Find its center so that you might recover your lost soul." Cynthia addressed her in censuring tones, clearly meaning business.
Sheila made a final effort to disengage from Dave's disabling vise and dodge the jewel before Cynthia's last message took root. Those silky words pierced her foundation, just as they had at the launch of her hypnotic career. Slowly, she drew her into its blinding radiance, her emerald eyes enlarging.
"Yes," Cynthia went on, "submit to it, Sheila.
Recognize that you are no longer worthy of mentoring others. They have revoked your license. Spiritually, you are my prisoner. Resistance is futile. Gracefully accept your fate."
Dave's binding grip did not lessen. He glared at Sheila, smug with satisfaction. Having had no compunctions of luring her into her seductive web and engineering his bondage, she received a taste of her own medicine. He saw her initiation as justice. "That's it, baby. Give it up. Do what she says."
Sheila's battle ended. She met the jewel's glow, transfixed by its showering colors, and went slack. Her energy had waned and defiance was no longer an issue. Cynthia's decree perforated her subconscious and became a sounding board of ideas.
Cynthia detected Sheila's genuine enthrallment. Her mesmerizing powers were irrefutably dependable. The luscious brunette yielded to her command and surrendered unconditionally to her mastery. "You may let go of her, David. She won't be going anywhere."
He was dubious. "Are you sure she won't try to fly out of here, that she hasn't tricked us?"
"Perfectly sure."
He dropped her wrists. Sheila leaned against him, utterly still. Not a muscle moved. Her eyes didn't blink and her breathing, which had grown rough during the heat of her struggles, lengthened to reflect total relaxation. She went from a tussling vixen to a submissive woman.
Cynthia gazed steadily at Sheila. "You have returned to me. Your will now belongs to me, and bears my imprint. In the next several weeks, I will reprogram you so that your everyday passing thoughts are in synch with mine."
Sheila neither voiced nor displayed her objection.
"For the time being, I will confiscate your pendant until you've earned the right to wear it. You must prove your merit and pledge eternal opposition to crime." She motioned to Dave to remove the gold chain. Sheila did not protest its withdrawal. "Have you understood everything thus far, Sheila?"
Sheila signified her acceptance with a mechanical nod.
Dave, immune to Cynthia's beguiling words, studied Sheila. In her trance, stripped of authority, his anger melted and arousal began. The fire had gone from those emerald spheres-a blaze that licked at his groin and usually spurred a big hard-on. He couldn't sustain his resentment, not when they had her completely helpless. Her friends couldn't spare her from the plan Cynthia had meticulously out-lined.
"I will awaken you, Sheila, and from there, you will serve under a new regime. Evil and the lure of ill-begotten wealth has lost its attraction.
Your reconditioning will include sincere acts and demonstrations of good will."
Sheila's immersion with the pendant went unbroken. Her green eyes sought its nurturing glow.
Dave watched as Cynthia dropped her head and let out her tongue. Sheila's splayed thighs surrounded her face. Cynthia dipped beneath Sheila's skirt, pulled back the front panel of her panties, then tenderly licked the pink groove framed by brown curls.
Sheila, in turn, blinked. Her throat muscles functioned, as though preparing to speak. Instead, she elicited a tiny moan and stirred against him. Seductively swaying, she provoked a tickle in his loins.
Cynthia rose and smiled. "You're back, Sheila, and in my care."
Dave recalled Cynthia mentioning the effects of inducing a subject. Led back to the conscious world, that person thirsted for erotic interaction. After tampering with one's subconscious, the craving for flesh became positively severe. "Upon awakening, the urge for sex is compulsively sharpened. The lubrication of those commands fortifies one's sex drive. The master traditionally services the slave, chooses a substitute or does both."
Sheila's heightened breathing, coupled with her glazed look, prompted the surge of blood in his cock. He couldn't refute the impulse to harden. His petulance thawed. Witnessing her shivering restlessness made him horny.
"Ohhhh," Sheila murmured, pressing against him. Gradually, she smoothed a hand up his leg and palmed his goods. He did not avert her feathery touch. Her swirling fingers brought him to a fierce throb. Through the material of his pants, she traced the shape of his equipment.
"We discussed this anticipated reaction," Cynthia said. "Her appetite has been recharged. It's appropriate for us to relieve her frustration."
Dave groaned as Sheila thumbed his boner. Earlier that evening, her treachery had rankled him. The hostility that had ravaged him converted into pounding energy. He couldn't deny wanting her-not when his dick conspicuously bulged. "I'm not about to argue that."
Cynthia slid down on the seat, brushing her nipples to the upholstery. Observing Sheila made her lust surface, too. The taste of her pussy remained on her tongue. She moistened her lips with her sinuous tip, then stuck it back into Sheila's juicy center.
Sheila quivered as Cynthia delved into her sugary crack. Her lips receded from clenched teeth and her green eyes misted. "Yes," she huskily said. "Lick me."
Cynthia secured the diaphanous panel of Sheila's underwear, then expertly gleaned her female flavor. Saccharine drops sprinkled her tongue as she probed that soft, damp space. "Mmmmm," she whispered, unable to suppress her joy. Sheila's pussy was delightfully sweet. She fully indulged herself, sweeping over the pink sponginess and that fleshy dot. Her clit especially tasted good and summoned an emphatic gasp.
"More," Sheila pleaded. "More."
Dave gritted his teeth while Sheila played with his cock. He pulsated, fully engorged. The tiny shocks she fed him penetrated the coarse fabric. Unable to hold that weakness at bay or cope with her agonizing touch, he popped his top button and unzipped his fly. Sheila daintily traced the stout protrusion trapped behind his cotton briefs. He dragged fresh air into his lungs as she caught the elastic band with her nail, then eased it below the bulbous head. His dick was at the verge of bursting, his balls churning with cum. His tip issued a pearly drop.
"Jesus," he muttered, shuddering then bracing himself for a second wave of disarming fervor. She whisked over his bloated crown, leaving a bubbly layer. He beat strongly at her serpentine caress. He expeditiously filed her deception in the back of his mind. It could not coexist in the forefront when she sensuously licked his cock. He suspended his grudge in favor of enjoying her oral privileges. "Yeah, baby. Make it wet. Warm me with your tongue."
She did precisely that, and more. She wetted him in the most seductive fashion, running up and down the sides of his shaft, then lightly skimming his balls. Her saliva, rinsing his eight-inch cock, dribbled to the wide stem.
"Christ, yes," he gasped.
His Adam's apple twitched as she methodically coated him. Her crisp foam aggravated his savage pulsations.
Meanwhile, Cynthia ate her pussy. She took generous servings of her scrumptious flesh, gulping the nectar that oozed from her core. Back and forth wound her tip, sinking into her hot squish. Though trembling, Sheila held her trim thighs apart for Cynthia's application. Her juices trickled and were dispatched with savor. She dabbed the glistening patch, attempting to sponge its never-ending flow. Within seconds of blotting all the peach-tinged drops, however, Sheila reproduced them.
Cynthia saw Sheila's lips envelope Dave's cockhead, then descend. She hungrily took him, her cheeks bulging with meat. Dave's chin jerked high and his features contorted as she systematically gobbled him. At Cynthia's next several laps, Dave's thick member muffled Sheila's sobs. Soft, sucking sounds reverberated in their vehicle. Cynthia satisfactorily noted how Sheila intensified her efforts when attacked by her loving tongue.
Giving head to a subject after a session afforded a unique high. That it was Sheila who received those lingering slurps sweetened Cynthia's victory.
Cynthia loudly gulped Sheila's cunt juices. She relished its female richness, dunking into that sodden gap. That mushy pulp yielded to her aggressive tip. She fastened herself to her mound, her lips inching over the brown wisps, and thirstily drew. No matter how much she extracted, Cynthia remained parched.
Dave groaned from Sheila's enthusiastic pull. She sucked his dick to pronounced rigidity. A hot draft circulated pure hardness. The veins of his shaft were vividly displayed. He followed her fluent movement through heavy slits. The gratifying friction of those clasped lips notably shortened his stamina. He envisioned exploding within her cheeks, then pouring creamy lava down her throat.
Cynthia lifted her head from Sheila's brown nest, her mouth sticky from her leakage. "I think it best if you fucked her, David. She plainly needs it."
Dave was in complete agreement. Sliding into that tight pussy would bring a steeper reward.
Naturally, Sheila breathlessly acquiesced.
Dave reclined on the seat. Cynthia withdrew his pants from smooth, muscular legs. Dave's firm, sinew-prevalent flesh aroused her. Sheila's shedding of her blouse and skirt required effort, given the available room. Her distracted look wavered when Cynthia flicked her exposed nipples and tasted the remnants of cum. Cynthia suspected Sheila had recently fucked a man who had showered her nipples with hot jism. She presumed the lucky man had been Jack Tremain, the blond giant who had once kidnapped her accomplices, then conned them into some pilfering. Cynthia licked those nubs clean, gratified by the thought that the night of their long-sought reunion culminated in another vanishing act.
Sheila's days of drafting new slaves were done. Cynthia intended to oversee her reformation.
Dave's heart thudded in his chest as Sheila climbed onto his lap. He had fostered no illusions of ever fucking her again-not after Cynthia's stunning revelation. The sight of her naked beauty, however, deflated that argument. Now that Cynthia had mentally defeated her and scrubbed her memory banks, he saw no reason to deprive himself of that deliriously tight fit.
He held his stiff cock upright while Sheila took aim. His plump knob opened those freshly lapped cunt lips. His teeth closed, then ground, as she inched downward. The sweet pressure that followed caused them to moan in concert.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he muttered, welcoming that greasy crush, "get the whole thing in there."
Sheila whimpered as he burrowed her into wet snatch. Soft, juicy flesh cushioned him. He viewed white teeth and heard her sharp intake during the impalement.
Warm air streamed at his balls while that pussy consumed him. Cynthia's hurried exhalations brought tremors. She closely watched the moist attachment.
"Yes," Sheila wept, "you feel so good in me."
Dave could scarcely nod. His vision fogged and his throat muscles ached from that marvelous constriction. He throbbed in her sluiced coil, primed for some serious pumping.
"Fuck her, David," Cynthia implored, massaging Sheila's bare shoulders. She breathed heavily down her silky front, over the alert nipples. "Stroke her pussy."
Dave involuntarily closed his eyes. The pleasure of that hugging pulp overwhelmed him. He sank every bit he had into that hot, devouring snatch. His balls strained at the oncoming folds, making a sound connection.
In the midst of that fulfilling clinch, Cynthia affectionately swept over his pouch and up his protruding wedge. A sweet tickle raced up the thick vein of his underside. Between the smothering grasp of Sheila's pussy and Cynthia's eager tip, Dave was in heaven.
The rear compartment of the sedan smelled of cunt, the musky scent permeating the air. They enjoyed the sensation of speed while roaring down the two-lane blacktop, and the thrill of spontaneous sex.
Cynthia studied Sheila's absorption of Dave. Her pussy opened wide and swallowed the entire cock. Dave was large and filling. Judging from Sheila's rounded lips and glassy pupils, ecstasy was hers, too.
She sluggishly licked Sheila from behind, including the mouthful of cock her pussy took. Everything-her pink band, the rock-hard shaft, that taut sac-received her foamy kisses, Dave groaned from the descent of her crushing hole. Her walls feverishly pressed him, their doughiness rhythmically milking him. The compounding factor was Cynthia's ready tongue, slurping him into oblivion. He doubted he could weather that storm with his wits intact. The bumps in the road, causing them to bounce on the seat, added an amusing spin.
Sheila busily humped him, her soaked lips squeaking over his cock. Her tiny whimpers when fully plunging to his base heightened his throb. He doubted he could last much longer. That wrenching pussy taxed his staying power as never before. Compounding his effort was Cynthia's silky whips, moistening his balls and stem. He flinched at the barrage of exploding bubbles.
"Christ," he muttered, "she's going to make me cum."
"Why should that be a problem?" Cynthia asked.
The blank departure of those emerald eyes propelled him. He slumped in the seat, offering her a better mount. The backs of those velvety thighs moved against his athletic legs. He captured her bucking ass and tried taming it. His attempt wasn't totally sincere. He didn't want the greasy friction she afforded to end. When that brown muff came down on him and did its fierce squeeze, he couldn't counter the pull. His Adam's apple quivered as she ferociously seized him.
"Yes," he groaned, overjoyed. "Yes."
Cynthia licked him faster, adjusting to his panting. Her saliva coated his balls.
Sheila spasmed in his heated grasp. Her convulsive breathing and frantic gyrations culminated in a screaming orgasm. Her fingers sank into his shoulders during her riddling bout. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Dave stared at those pointed nipples, dabbed with sweat, during her violent contraction, then peered into her sightless eyes. Never had she seemed more desirable than at that moment.
He quelled the urge to cum, his prowess reinstated. Somehow, he had found the inner resources to combat that intoxicating weakness and prepared for another round.
Sheila moaned as he gently lifted her from his cock and guided her onto her back. Cynthia sprang from her perch and comforted Sheila during the transition. The two women kissed while he repositioned himself. Their lips met with passionate fury, flashing tongues in their wake.
He yearned to be the driver. Slamming into her, for him, was vastly preferable. He knelt on the floor, clasped those trim legs and piloted himself into her slick groove. At his steady push, his cockhead and all the rest disappeared.
Sheila arched her back upon receiving him. Fastening his hands to her waist, he pulled her flush to his groin. Her pussy noisily consumed him, eliciting wet sounds. Dave carefully inserted himself, alert to the possibility of instantly shooting. He wanted to savor that entrance.
Cynthia watched him go into Sheila. His brown pubes meshed with hers, then her soaked pussy gave its juicy kiss. He slowly burrowed her, plainly to imagine the suction, then fucked her with increased excitement. Their groins collided as though trying to break free. His ball-smacking thrusts echoed.
"Yes," Cynthia enthused, "do it. Fuck her."
Dave surrendered to the slippery glove that enclosed his stiff cock. He charged into Sheila, conscious of the flames licking his loins. Cynthia, nestled behind Sheila, absorbed the impact of his feverish momentum. Caressing her damp nipples, she ran her fingertips to her navel. Seeing that intimate exchange further stimulated him.
Sheila writhed upon the seat, fucking back. Her pussy hungrily attacked him, pinching his strained skin. The cum stewed in his balls, as though in a pressure cooker.
"Give it to her," Cynthia exclaimed. "Yes. That's how she wants it."
Dave could feel himself starting to leak, yet maintained his rapid pace. As the sensation took hold, he could feel Sheila's response. Her tremors originated from her womb, building in strength until reaching critical mass. She tightened, fixed upon draining him of everything he had.
"Oh, God," Sheila whimpered, reacting to his shafting. "Ohhhh."
Dave gasped at her orgasmic squeeze and resulting shake. Despite the dim light, he distinguished her faraway look and emerging bliss.
Hotly she moved, as though containing him exhausted her.
Groaning, he prepared to shoot his load.
Suddenly, Cynthia yanked him from her pussy. His dick was sticky in her grasp, pulsating wildly. Sheila's juices formed a glistening layer.
"Arghh," he growled. "Arghh."
Hot cum splashed over her knuckles as she jerked him. Jism furiously jetted, collecting on Sheila's tremulous stomach and tits. Perspiration soaked her luscious body.
Cynthia, hardly wasteful, dipped into the pools of cum with her tongue. Dave's creamy expulsion made her purr. She licked that satiny skin, enjoying Sheila's shudder.
Dave, wiping sweat from his brow, stroked his still-excited cock and let the leftover drops of cum fall on Sheila. He worked them up his hard thing, pressing his thumb to the bottom vein. Leaking on her provided immense satisfaction.
"Jesus Christ," he remarked, "did that thing make her horny! I've never seen her like that."
Cynthia smiled. "It always does-without fail."
Sheila never complained, but quietly allowed him to do as he wished, pausing occasionally to moan.
"What next?" Dave asked, regaining his senses.
"Yes," Cynthia said, smacking her lips. "Let's discuss what we have in store for our guest."
The sedan hurtled into the night, streaking to its destination.
CHAPTER TWO
"Mr. Giambalvo, those two actresses have come for their audition."
The salt-and-pepper-haired casting director sighed, then rubbed his eyes. "Thanks, Rita. Send them in, then take off. You've put a long one in."
"I appreciate that, Mr. Giambalvo. I'll be able to tackle my laundry this evening." His dutiful secretary started out the door. "I'll lock up on my way out."
Nick Giambalvo leaned back in his swivel chair, wondering why he, too, hadn't called it a day. The wristwatch he consulted reflected seven-thirty-well past his quitting time. The open window transported a gentle breeze that rustled the palm trees that lined the parking lot. He contemplated a drink at the tavern down the street before hitting the freeway.
The murmur of voices down the hall alerted him to the women who sought a reading. Again, he sighed. He tired of the talent-deficient babes who flocked his office, competing for a fragment of his hectic schedule and invariably falling on their gorgeous faces. He didn't always mind particularly when horny and meaningful eye contact won him a decent blow job or, better yet, an enthusiastic lay. At fifty, he still liked scoring with the chicks. It kept him young, trim and mentally fit. Most aspiring actresses saw him as a dashing Italian in his early forties. He considered dying his full head of hair to match his black, cultured mustache, then vetoed that theory. Women went for the "father" image: seasoned maturity, a sympathetic ear, a reassuring smile. Retaining his true appearance seemed his best option.
As long as Hollywood drew the delectable creatures and they came rapping at his door, Nick remained gainfully employed and sexually active. The studio executives showed their gratitude for the curvaceous cuties in the form of generous cash incentives. Sometimes, they threw important parties and needed them to decorate the crowd. In that capacity, Nick served them well.
Upon occasion, he stumbled upon a diamond in the rough who merited closer inspection. Nick longed to shape one's career, if only to confirm his standing in the entertainment industry.
The slender brunette-perhaps late twenties-and the diminutive blonde-apparently a few years behind her, with a set of curves-took him by surprise and revived his flagging energies. Their beauty was of model quality and when they spoke, their voices were deliciously symphonic.
"Welcome, ladies. What can I do for you?"
The brunette acted as spokeswoman. "We understand there are some bit parts in upcoming commercial films and wanted to take our shot at them."
He folded his hand and regarded them expansively. "It's unusual to seek a joint audience. Generally, I do separate evaluations."
"Honestly, Mr. Giambalvo, we were nervous about seeing you," the blonde confided, "and had to muster our courage. We came from St. Louis and are new to the game. Would you kindly grant this allowance?"
Collectively, they stirred his loins. He detected the beginnings of an erection. Their innocence and loveliness captivated him. "It's unusual, but not out of the question. I'd be happy to accommodate."
Nick's brain clicked with ideas. Even if they flunked the litmus test, he could hook them up with the television division of Meridian Pictures. They required an inexhaustible supply of walk-ons to embellish a scene.
Naturally, his decision to navigate them in that direction predicated upon the expected favors. Nick did not endorse the "free lunch" concept. He figured both were good for a screw.
The brunette suggestively brushed against him. "Before starting, Mr. Giambalvo, we'd like to converse. Show business has always fascinated us. Through high school and college, we've been enamored of it."
"Educated women, eh? Why not? The industry could use some smarts. We've got an abundance of airheads and whatnot. Degreed people are a refreshing change."
"Well, we have some college under our belts," the blonde sheepishly amended, "but our education is incomplete. We've been theatrically inclined and driven by the desire to flex our acting muscles. We hope you can make our dreams come true."
Nick couldn't resist ogling her large breasts pressing against the thin blouse. The lacy outline of a bra fired his imagination. "That, ideally, is the goal."
They got cozy on the sofa, one sitting on either side of him. Nick drank it in. Female attention, especially of the luscious variety, was right up his alley. He honestly believed his being an old crock turned them on. The brunette practically straddled his thigh and the blonde pushed her tits in his face. Perhaps they would forgo the reading and jump into the
"couch audition." He'd done that countless times. Given the press of their warm, willing bodies, he doubted they would object. The lazy cast of their eyes led him to that conclusion.
"Would you care for a drink?" he offered. "It might help you relax."
"That would be nice," the blonde purred.
Nick poured them wine from his small refrigerator. He reserved a decent supply for special occasions-and fortifying himself for confrontations. Some clients were notably difficult, their needs complex.
The door to his office creaked, and a head craned. A younger, dark-haired man with strong, virile features glanced at Nick. They shared the same olive skin and like characteristics. "Sorry, Pop, didn't realize you had company."
"Come right in," he generously waved. "Meet my son, Salvatore. I'm trying to take him under my wing, teach him the business and plan for my retirement. Sal is optimistically going to carry on the tradition." He turned to the women. "Excuse my failing memories, but your names again, please?"
"I'm Linda Webster," the brunette introduced, "and that's Paula Meyers, a friend."
"Hi," Sal said, grinning at Linda. The slim brunette was presumably his type. His dark spheres lingered on her. "I'll have some of that wine, too."
"Help yourself." Nick surrendered the jug. "They were about to read for me. Why not stick around and give us your thoughts?"
"Sure. I've got nothing else planned."
Paula batted her baby blues at Nick. "Could the reading wait? Rarely do we meet such charming men. Los Angeles seems to have a conspicuous shortage."
Linda came alive under Sal's intense study. "We're dying for a chance to prove ourselves. Getting a break is tough."
"Not when you have talent," Sal mentioned, digesting her appetizing leanness.
"Hopefully, we'll convince you of that."
Sal snapped his fingers. "I forgot something in my car. I'll be right back."
"Want some company?" Linda chimed.
"Sure," he brightened at the prospect of getting lucky. "Right this way."
For certain, the item in the trunk was but a ruse. Linda, nonetheless, welcomed the opportunity to pry the strapping hunk from his father. They never made it to the rear entrance. Sal spirited her to the wall and was on her at once, pawing and flailing his tongue.
"Eager, aren't you?" she gently teased before submitting to that meandering tip. She strained on tiptoe to comfortably receive it. Sal easily had a foot on her, complicating the effort.
He cupped the back of her head while descending the warmth her mouth provided. A groan of satisfaction at meeting her silky whips sounded.
Linda stirred at his masculine touch. Sal had enormous hands, capable of encompassing her waist. She shut her eyes, genuinely aroused, and felt a shower of tingles whisk over her body.
Sal, she guessed, was in his mid-twenties and of average experience. Paula- likely fared better with the father, who had the advantage of perfecting his style over the years. Linda, half a decade older, viewed herself as instructor for the upcoming lesson.
Sal, true to his generation, showed impatience. He hastily peeled off her blouse and mouthed her nipples. Comparatively speaking, Linda did not have Paula's rounded shape, and therefore went sans bra. His initial pull robbed her of air. While he lacked seasoning, she took into account his outward virility and the spontaneity. With that, she savored the toe-curling rush.
"Oh, yeah," she murmured, swallowing roughly.
"Jesus," Sal muttered, "you really flipped my switch, baby. I really dig brunettes, and I gotta have some of you now."
His hoarseness dispeled the image of his being a man of confidence. He dragged his tongue around her nub, then completed the circuit. Passing over her barbed point with a flourish, he repeated the process with agonizing flair. His artistry dredged up tiny mewls of joy.
Chills ran up and down her spine. Linda thudded against the wall, ill-prepared for the quality of his licks. Despite his youth, he had mastered some critical moves.
Trembling, she removed the gold chain from her pocket and slipped it over her neck. The diamond pendant radiated color, even in the hall's muted light, and was prominently displayed over her small yet tantalizing breasts.
Sal, oblivious to her donned accessory, began his hungry descent. He trailed slobbering kisses down her front, pausing at her navel for a disarming slurp, then worked the metal button of her skintight jeans. Her abdominals rippled as he sluggishly exhaled. The hot filtering of his breath made her grit her teeth. Her nerves prickled as his warm gusts fanned the errant pubes curling around her panties. He lowered them and inhaled her female aroma.
Sal soon had her pants off. She did not care about being totally naked while he stayed dressed. Her nudity served as bait. Clutching her pendant, she leaned into his face. Her brown muff pressed his mouth.
"Yeah," she moaned. "Do it. Suck me."
His wriggling tongue sank into her. She clawed the wall as he reached deeply into her nectar-drenched cunt. His scoops tripled her heartbeat. Delicately, he probed her succulent layers.
The pendant swung away from her. He ate her with total enthusiasm, pinning back her folds with his enormous thumbs and gleaning the juice from every crease. She shivered as he devoured her nectar-rich flesh. Her bare cheeks bumped the cool wall during his thirsty drill. She could scarcely polarize her thoughts and concentrate on the task at hand.
"Let go, baby," he muttered, edging from her excited snatch, "and cum in my mouth. I want to feel you shake while I suck the honey from your cunt."
Linda couldn't handle his electrifying tempo. She tried to reclaim her pendant and start, but his tongue undid her. "Yes," she moaned, responding to his volley of licks. "Oh, yes. More."
Her legs vibrated around his bobbing head. She choked back a cry as he speared her hole, sponging her excess. His suction threw her into a spin and scrambled her brain. He stuck his tongue far into her quivering flesh, brushing her innermost recesses. She was unsure how much longer they could continue before crumbling her very foundation.
"Mmmmm," he groaned, her soaked pussy muffling his contentment.
The pendant slipped from her fingers. She slammed against the wall, dizzy with joy. He stroked her clit, determined to make her spasm. His expert revolutions drove her farther from reality's grasp.
Linda tried to monitor Paula's progress, but couldn't hear anything above her convulsive sobs and his hungry intake. His mouth clamped her, draining the nectar from her snatch. He rubbed her button so beautifully, her pupils curved up in their whites. She hadn't expected Sal to be so good. Orally, he had the knack.
"Ohhhh," she wept, disoriented by his whisks.
Back and forth, his tip brushed her. She clutched his head and twisted between his locked lips. He never left her swollen bud, aggravating its pulse. Her heels smacked the floor several times as she neared her dizzying peak. Her jaw dropped and lips quivered.
"Come on, baby," he muttered between gulps, "do it."
Linda had little choice. His slurps took command of her senses. Squirming against the wall, she helplessly surrendered to that extended tongue. It took her to exhilarating heights, affording her a jetting rush. The pleasure never let up for a second until completely ravaging her.
"Jesus," she murmured, absolutely bewildered.
Gradually, Linda's mind began to function. Sal's tip continued to slide around her clit, sustaining her orgasmic high. She clasped her pendant and compelled him to stare at it. The gem sparkled, exploding with light.
"Where did you get that?" he quietly asked, swirling around her tender clit. Her juices kept seeping from her pink groove.
"It's an antique," she said, angling it so that is dazzling splendor did not escape him.
Sal nonchalantly licked her while she exhibited it. His brown eyes dwelled on it, then sought hers. From his casual glimpse, he found nothing striking about the piece. His interest seemed elsewhere.
Linda shivered as he lapped her sensitive cunt. The diamond nearly fell from her clasp. "Do you like it?"
He shrugged. Jewelry apparently held no fascination.
She bit her lip, undermined by his scalding lashes. His cunt-lapping talents affected her speech, slurring her words. He coaxed her vulnerable clit, playfully nudging it. Her throat muscles ached, yet she managed to talk.
God, she thought. Enough! For God's sake, enough! "Don't you find it ... relaxing?"
Sal's whirls lengthened, his tongue sluggish.
His eyes stopped moving during those pounding seconds. She could hardly inch from that swerving tip and its gratifying movement.
"That's right, Sal. Submit to it. You cannot resist its magnificence."
She watched, with relief, when his pupils dilated and his tongue stilled. Had she not entranced him, he would have made her cum again. He surely had her on the edge. Fortunately, his enslavement was complete.
Shaking from the aftereffects of his slurps, she retreated from his elongated tip. Her buttocks touched the cold wall. Once inducting him, avoiding physical contact was crucial.
"You are under my spell, Sal," she advised, "and at my disposal. From this point hence, you will routinely follow my instructions. Never will you question my authority. Subconsciously, you are my prisoner and have no choice but to serve me. Do you grasp that?" like a robot, he nodded.
Linda was about to commence questioning him, then elected to check on Paula. Her friend was plying her craft on the father. Linda had dominated people far longer than Paula, who was still, in her opinion, a novice.
Paula, she discovered upon entering the room, had the situation under control. Between Nick Giambalvo's legs she knelt, his cock moist with her saliva. Paula gave him more than a few token licks to account for that accumulation. A heavy drool capped his bulbous head.
Paula, clasping her pendant, beckoned Nick. His dark pupils had widened in the same fashion as his son's. Judging from his dedicated gaze, she successfully penetrated his will. Perfectly still he sat, transfixed by the array of dazzling colors.
"Did it go smoothly?" Linda asked.
Paula cautiously rose from her crouched position. Nick's cock, glazed with her saliva, stood upright. "For the most part. I licked him very slowly, gauging his response. He kept studying my tongue, but eventually cooperated." She regarded the man. "I gather you took the son. How was that?"
Linda shivered. "A delicious challenge."
Paula smirked. "I'll bet. The father was fun. I'm looking forward to taking him out of it."
Linda's gaze returned to Nick Giambalvo's thick member. She shivered. That rock-hard dick had cunt-expanding dimensions and probably guaranteed a mean ride. "Mmmmm. I would think so."
"Do you really think they'll lead us to Sheila?"
Switching to her half-sister's plight brought an unpleasant twinge. Linda despaired at Sheila's baffling disappearance. Luckily, someone had witnessed her abduction from the front of the hotel and under hypnosis, recited the license plate number of the vehicle screeching from its premises. Their hellishly long pursuit took them from Las Vegas to Los Angeles and involved a number of pendant-subservient informants. Seduction, then enslavement became their modus operandi. Their most recent inductee reported that Sheila, or someone resembling the photograph they flashed, had taken refuge in a Hollywood mansion. They decided, after much deliberation, to enlist the renowned casting agent to expedite their chase rather than trespassing on private property. Most homes were electronically guarded, or protected by attack dogs. Their mesmerist skills helped in neither area. They counted on the Giambalvos to further illuminate her trail. "Surely, these men have the necessary contacts to grant us entree in those lavish homes, and narrow our search."
"I hope so."
"Casting directors tend to be pals of the honchos. Some even provide a reliable cache of pussy." Linda gestured to their purses. "Let's show them the photographs, then make it short and sweet. We may have time to explore some of the prospects they divulge."
Paula displayed her wallet-sized portrait of Sheila to Nick. She resumed her spot between his legs. His cock remained largely swollen and curved upward. "Nod if you have seen this woman."
The older Giambalvo maintained a blank countenance while moving his head up and down.
"Where?" Paula's pulse sped. "When?"
"At a party, up in the Hills."
"Can you be specific?"
"Marc Wallace's place, about a week ago."
Paula was somewhat conversant with the famed producer of fast-paced cop shows and theatrical thrillers. His name regularly appeared in gossip columns, usually in an unflattering light. The thirty-six-year-old womanizer had a penchant for hell-raising. His reputation generally preceded him. "Can you get me into his house?"
Nick replied positively.
Paula wondered if Sheila wasn't still Wallace's guest. She lowered the picture, then directed the diamond pendant at his spellbound pupils. "You will arrange that for me, Nick, and anything else I request. My voice will reinstate my influence over you. Defying me is impossible."
The salt-and-peppered Italian remained expressionless.
Satisfied with his induction, she whispered. "I will awaken you, Nick. Your servitude will then begin." With that, she lowered her tongue to his balls and gave him an invigorating slurp. Renewed contact ended the trance. Paula, a creative soul, varied her approach.
Nick gulped and blinked as she slapped fresh saliva to his taut pouch. Her lick reestablished the thread of continuity, and wiped out the entire episode. His head pitched. "Yeah, baby, that's nice."
Paula's small fingers curled around the base while her lips covered his cockhead. That monster inched into her mouth, hot and pulsing. She sucked and tasted some of his male juice.
Nick cupped the top of her head and firmly pushed down. "Take more."
He grew hornier by the second. Paula, anticipating his famished mood, obliged him. She edged downward, her tongue in constant motion, lashing his veins while gripping him. She promoted strong eye contact-not so that he could subconsciously backslide, but to show how deeply she enjoyed blowing him.
Nick groaned at her vise-like grip and ticklish whips. Her lips ran up and down the length of his large, heavy cock. Paula sincerely loved the last phase in which she physically contented her subject. His raw masculinity simplified the task.
"Yeah," he muttered, "you do that well."
"Mmmmm," she purred, her mouth packed.
While sucking him, she massaged his saliva-juicy shaft with her fist. He powerfully throbbed in her clench. Even if he erupted, she safely betted that he would want her to keep going. His fierce beat supported that theory. He slid through her clasp, purplish red. After tightly squeezing him, his domed head issued a creamy globule. In a flash, she swiped it.
Outside his office, Linda closed her eyes. Sal, fascinated by her ecstatic response, jammed his thick cock into her tight cunthole. His pants were off and his hair-rough thighs widened his access while he drove into her. She wrapped a leg around him, pulling him toward her.
"Do you like that?" he hoarsely asked.
"Yes."
Seconds earlier, she had returned to the scene, finding him frozen on bended knee and bearing that faraway look. Her commands were nearly identical in content to those used by Paula. She clinched her power over him by extracting his vow for continued service. Sal, her prisoner, mechanically agreed to her terms. Because he was fully dressed, she couldn't lick his balls and end his stupor. She flattened her snatch to his face and ground it until her juices dampened his lips, then trickled into his mouth. He drifted back to reality, then, believing he had finished eating her, wanted to fuck.
Linda submitted to his whim.
Sal clutched her by the shoulders and pushed deep into her cunt. His brown eyes turned liquid and his features tensed as he savored the feel of squishy pulp. Linda could feel his balls strain at her sopping entrance, unable to take a bit more. She shrank around him, compressing the air in his lungs.
"Yeah," he grunted, pumping her. "You do like it. I can feel how much." His dick charged into her, stroking her slick passage. "Your pussy is putting the bite on me. Ahhhh. Keep it tight while I fuck it."
Linda whimpered as that rigid mass burrowed into her. The overwhelming conflict forwarded her pleasure. He pressed her to the wall, his shifting weight propping her on tiptoe. Christ, she thought, the guy was hung-yet, she joyfully reconciled herself to it. She welcomed the hot, sawing movement, aligning her hips with his relentless swing. Her moist cunt greased his thrusts.
He launched into a rougher tempo. Linda's sobs doubled as his balls smacked her. "You can handle it, baby. Few chicks can. They usually beg me to finish fast."
"Not me," she huskily said. "I can go for hours."
He rammed her and saw nothing but total bliss. Linda backed her promises with an abandoned shove and a lasting smile. The wet sounds of their friction underscored her happiness.
The brunette seemed too willing to oblige him. She provided no explanation for her panting compliance, other than sexual attraction. Smashed to his groin, her milking action quickly shortened his will power.
Sal gave it to her, hard and steady. He nailed her ass to the wall, yet she bounced back for more. Her snug pussy advanced over his pulsating cock. The urge to shoot pounced on him until fighting it became impossible. Linda was already there, gyrating madly while contracting. Her orgasmic squeeze triggered his deluge.
"Jesus," he muttered, rocking on his heels, cumming harder than he could remember. "Oh, yeah. Ughhh."
Linda's shout of enthusiasm matched his in pitch. Her dark eyes glittered as he flooded her.
He heard his father's guttural cry, then recalled the curvaceous blonde. He wondered what she was doing to him that warranted such a blaring howl.
"Let's check it out," he said after Linda appeared to regain her focus. Her black spheres centered on him and her lips slowly curved.
"Anything you say," she murmured.
Her ready agreement stirred him. He was almost tempted to keep moving his dick and converting her blithe expression into one of gasping ecstasy. He had done it before-popped his nut, then went right on fucking. His father's bellow came again, signifying the conclusion of a great thing. His curiosity got the better of him.
They entered the office just as Paula's lips detached from Nick's thick cock. He still shuddered on the sofa, struggling to take in fresh air. Judging from his flushed countenance, it had been some blow job.
Linda noted that Nick's erection persisted. That big dick swayed in the air, pumped with excitement. In gazing at him, she realized he was already trying to woo her. They exchanged smiles.
Sal helped Paula to her feet, but did not take his hands off her. He caressed her silky curves, palming her erect nipples. The electricity of his touch prompted her tiny sob. Her velvety buns brushed his stiff cock, still juicy from Linda.
Paula closed her eyes when Sal wrapped his arms. Cupping her mound, he dragged her sweet tush to his boner and throbbed in her crack. He hadn't lost a fraction of his hammering power.
They switched partners at will. Neither man objected, judging it a fair swap. As for the ladies, comparing father with son individually drove them.
Linda straddled Nick Giambalvo and latched her cock-crushing pussy onto him. He gritted his teeth as that constricting pink band swallowed him without respite. Through heavy slits, he observed its downward advancement before his eyes fully shut.
"God damn," he muttered, reveling at Linda's gratifying embrace. Hot female energy fought around him, struggling to consume him. "Yes." He seized her hips and pulled her evenly to him, wishing to submerge every furious inch. It hardly mattered that his son's jism lubricated his passage. Thicker than Sal, her tremulous walls invariably expanded to accommodate the added meat.
Linda seemed oblivious to his size. She sank onto his perch with absolute glee, her dark pupils disappearing into the tops of their sockets. The only sign of possible discomfort came when he clinched their connection. She cried out and retreated halfway down his shaft. His cock, too, was longer and proved a considerable undertaking. Nick, determined to bury himself, dragged her toward him until her cheeks quivered atop his balls and she made a shivering touchdown. He clamped her buns, preventing her from squirming away.
"Yes," Linda sighed, adjusting to the increased girth. "Fuck me. Spread me with that big cock."
Nick soon groaned as she rode him. Her tight snatch rubbed him, the friction sweet. His wits scattered as she hastened her gallop. His balls pummeled her small butt, yet he received no complaint.
"Ohhhh," Linda moaned, feeding the rush. Her hips efficiently moved.
Those small tits jiggled, her nipples stiff, as she madly humped him. Orgasm tickled his loins, yet he grappled with the urge. Letting that wet pussy gobble him was vastly preferable.
Sal bent Paula over his father's desk, then lowered his cock into her appetizing crack. Instantly, she exhaled when he stuck half his thing into her receptive hole. Sucking his dad apparently left her juicy. Her cunt gripped him as he pushed to the balls. He watched himself plow into her moist middle. Her pussy widely yawned as he immersed himself to capacity.
Paula glanced at him over her shoulder. For a moment, they held their gape. She looked as though he had given her exactly what she desperately craved before applying her clench. It was Sal's turn to grimace. The spongy coils of her snatch compressed him.
"Fuck," he gasped, overcome by the agonizing tension.
Those blue eyes digested his facial contortions.
Several moments lapsed before he regained his wits. Glaring at her, he gripped her ass and crammed his cock into her demanding hole. In and out he went, savoring the conflict. His balls walloped her sumptuous cheeks.
Paula swooned under his sawing flux. She bit her bottom lip and clutched the sides of his father's desk. The pounding movement of his cock brought undeniable pleasure. Ecstasy evolved from each direction.
The office echoed with their collective moans.
"Do we have enough to go on?" Paula asked when they pulled in front of their motel.
"I think so. Nick is going to arrange bit parts of us in a forthcoming miniseries Marc Wallace is rolling out for the network. We'll definitely get our chance with him."
Paula smirked. "I understand he's cute."
"That's what I heard, too-but he also has the reputation of being a wolf."
"Our kind of guy, eh?"
Linda laughed. "We'll need to polish up on our acting skills beforehand. We have to come off as being totally credible."
"I'm not worried about it, considering the acting we do before inducting our subjects."
"True."
Walking to their door, Linda began fishing through her purse for her keys when she noticed that the door to their room was ajar. Glancing at Paula, she proceeded with caution. The thought of a burglar combing through their things alarmed her.
Paula flashed her a wary look.
Before either of them could touch the knob, the door swung open. Jack Tremain-the man who had once abducted them and connived them into stealing for him-waved. "Hello, ladies."
CHAPTER THREE
"I simply don't understand the woman," pouted Susan Carter, star of the primetime soap, Gothic Bay. "We got along wonderfully all these years in our respective roles. I've always counted on our camaraderie to get me through a scene-and now this."
Grant, her husband, suppressed his grin. "You're much too tense, babe. Let me rub your back with a little oil. That ought to do the trick."
"I am uptight, but with good reason. I tell you, it's not fair the way she's treating me. This was supposed to help the ratings, not declare war among the troops."
"Get on your stomach, and I'll make it all better."
He watched his slim, brunette wife slowly obey. The twenty-nine-year-old actress, in the dusky light, could have easily subtracted a decade from her true age. Susan took good care of herself, evidenced by the swimming, aerobics and tennis. Her hazel eyes usually reflected high energy, given their spark. Comparatively, he attributed it to ego and ambition. She struggled with change, yet managed to stay abreast of it, ultimately pleasing her fans. The bags of mail delivered to the studio attested to her enduring popularity.
Grant sprinkled oil onto her bare back, then began distributing it over her silken skin in swirling waves. Susan had unhooked her lacy bra, yet retained her matching panties. Down the hollow of her back he traveled, eliciting a stream of "ohs" and "ahs." He eyed her sumptuous buttocks. His wife easily had the best ass in town.
Susan, propped on her elbows, turned to her husband. "Why does she have to be such a bitch?"
Grant sighed. The matter had been recycled several times, yet Susan refused to drop it. He, an actor who starred in an occasional miniseries, could fathom her frustration. "She might be psyching herself for the role and upcoming storyline, babe. Jill is a perfectionist. She subscribes to method acting. Hating you is her way of mustering a deliverable emotion for the camera. It's really not that peculiar when you think about it."
"Sure." Susan couldn't hide her sarcasm. "One day, we're best friends on the show and set. Then the writers get this crazy idea about me stealing her husband and incorporate it in the script without conferencing us. Now she's giving me the cold shoulder, the evil eye, and everybody deems it hilarious." She scowled. "That cunt won't even take my phone calls. She has her answering service take messages. Can you believe that? From me, her friend?"
Grant's thumbs edged toward her appetizing buns, circulating the oil. The scent aroused him. His cock hardened inside his black, silk boxers. "I wouldn't worry about it, sweetheart," he said, modulating his tone. "You're principal characters. The plot must have some acceptable resolution."
"But what if it doesn't?" she fretted. "What if I'm written out because the story taints my reputation and creates animosity among my fans?"
"That's not going to happen. Claudia Berenson makes the show. It's the network's Tuesday night draw." Susan's preoccupation with her onscreen fate advantageously distracted her. The woman was exceptionally built, a work of art. Her fashionably styled brown hair slid seductively over her shoulders. He slipped her panty's waistband over her hips and exposed that mouth-watering butt. He considered himself lucky for having such a desirable wife. "Cutting you loose would be foolhardy, and besides, the studio would put the kibosh on it.
Relax, baby."
Susan realized Grant was removing her panties, yet failed to object. The inner turmoil she faced over Jill Ackerman's estrangement thoroughly rankled her. It hardly mattered that he was removing her undergarment, anyways-he'd decline to have sex if he initiated it. How could she enjoy it when afflicted by a crisis? "I ought to speak to Harry Wilks. I've got some muscle with him."
"I wouldn't involve the producer." Her panties whisked down her slender thighs, over her shapely calves and, finally, from her feet. He gazed at her physical perfection.
"Harry and I are good friends. He'd view it as constructive criticism."
Grant quietly withdrew his boxers. His cock jutted, thick and ready. Massaging her had brutally affected him. He stroked his pulsing member, muffling a groan. His dick badly wanted to be in that ass. "Trust me, baby. He won't. Producers don't like bending to the demands of its stars. Doing so sets a precedent that typically ends in the courtroom."
"I wouldn't cause trouble ... at least, not a whole lot."
"That's an understatement."
"Honey ... are you suggesting that I'm a bitch?"
"Sure. I've been telling you that for years."
Appalled, Susan whirled around and caught him priming his cock. Her eyes narrowed. "Put that away, sweetheart. I won't be having any this evening."
"It may relax you," he huskily commented, kneading her shoulder blades.
"No, it'll relax you ... and piss me off."
Her acidity hardly deterred him. "Can't you push this Jill thing to the back burner? We've beaten it to death. You've been chums for years. This conflict won't last."
"Easy for you to say. You've got the hard-on."
"Can you blame me? I'm proud of my gorgeous wife, an exciting woman."
His remark earned him several points. Flattered, she rested her chin on folded hands and stretched across the bed. "I suppose it's a normal, male reaction."
Grant, warily eyeing his wife, resumed greasing his cock. His dense shaft sawed through his oily fist, the enlarged bulb purplish red. The thought of making Susan squeal provoked him.
Susan dismissed her momentary annoyance and easily forgave her thirty-three-year-old spouse. Grant had enormous charisma, evidenced by the high ratings his television movies routinely garnered. Tall, blond and athletic, he fared best as the rebellious, death-defying crusader in epic adventures. The fool occasionally did his own stunts-a practice she admonished him for, yet couldn't stop. Grant prided himself on having the balls, too. Few stars of his caliber volunteered leaping through fake glass, jumping off cliffs or rolling down a flight of stairs.
Her disturbance over Jill prevailed. "Do you suspect that she's threatened by me? I mean, we dealt with rivalry in the past, and seemed to overcome it. Maybe the storyline reopened that wound."
Grant didn't give a shit about his wife's petty grievances when carefully climbing on top of her. Her thighs absently slid apart, granting him the room to rest his knees. His slick cock spanned her crack, and his chin craned over her shoulder. Reflecting empathy seemed wise. "You're probably right, sweetheart."
Susan might have felt the nudge of his hard dick if she hadn't adamantly focused on Jill. "We once competed for the same role a few years ago-before Gothic Bay. Remember, I got it. I'll bet she resented that."
Grant moved his hips, sliding his thing up and down her groove. Her plush, firm cheeks separated from his manly bulk. He anticipated the quivering press of her rectum, the tingling snare of her anus. The cum boiled in his balls. "Sure, darling, it could be an established grudge."
Susan's brain whirred. "The writers adore me. They give me better lines, snappier scenes. Why didn't I see this coming? It was inevitable."
In gliding back and forth, Grant lubricated the pink, wrinkled opening. Her slipperiness simplified insertion. He lifted his hips and adjusted his aim. Her butt hole puckered his cockhead as he gingerly pushed.
Susan plunged her nails in the pillow. "Darling, what are you doing?"
"Just getting comfortable." He slowly sank into her butt, groaning from the hot closure of her rectum. As expected, those spongy walls squashed him. Clasping her hip, he packed more into her dark passage.
Susan glimpsed him from over her shoulder. Her eyes were moist, her lips rounded. He saw her frozen tongue while leaning further into that chasm. Her ass swallowed another few inches. She didn't bolt, nor try to detach herself. A plea for him to stop never came. He saw himself protrude from that expanded orifice. His bone-hard dick joined them.
Susan closed her eyes when his balls bumped her trembling ass. Her husband completely filled her ass. Unconsciously, she twisted the pillow's fringe with her fingers.
His arm wrapped her, sliding under her shivering flesh and cleaving her to his chest. She writhed against his golden matting, his coarse texture a luscious irritant to her satin skin. He fondled her stiff nipples, tweaking one. His pinch deepened the color in her cheeks.
"Oh, God," she murmured, undulating beneath his touch.
Grant perceived her halting consent. Susan disliked being taken by surprise, but her vexation with Jill produced a different response. Instead of ordering him to gently dislodge his cock, she moved toward him. He increased her intake, ever so slightly, not wishing to jinx his luck. Susan could sober after a sudden jarring and insist he refrain. He yearned to stay in that ass as long as possible.
Susan fanned herself out, her cheek to the pillow, and accepted that hard dick. Grant stuffed those buns, covering her with his man's body. He crammed his thing into that warm, snug void and groaned at her rectum's embrace.
"Yes," she purred, forgetting her current troubles. Clasping her shoulders, he stuck his mushroomed head to the back of her butt hole. She dug her knees into the mattress. He slid into her, holding back nothing. That compact, burrowing pressure up her middle felt good. Grant was gentle, giving it to her in nice, easy strokes. Her anal walls yielded to his lubricated push. When he withdrew half his cock, she sobbed. At the midway point, he crammed every bit back into her dark receptacle. His balls finally pressed her quivering ass. "Ohhhh."
His hand lightly swept her bullet-hard nipples. Tiny jolts bombarded her system. Her head turned from side to side as she digested the tingling flurry. He groped her tits, reveling at their fullness, then gravitated to her pussy. He thumbed the navel before cupping her furry mound.
"Oh, honey," she whimpered, as he clutched her sodden flesh and dragged it tightly to his balls. He tunneled into her, shoving to the bottom of that hot chasm. She gasped and wildly vibrated as he rhythmically plugged her.
For Grant, nothing compared with the crushing twist of a willing ass. Susan occasionally volunteered hers. The circumstances had to be right. Judging from her panting enthusiasm, he gambled correctly. She took his cock without quibbling.
Her pussy got juicier in his grip. He divided the lips, then explored her inner warmth. Those rectal panels yielded to his driving cock, fully receiving him. He kept pumping her, enjoying the smooth descent, the smothering. Her breathing deepened as he fingered the juicy flaps of her cunt, then almost went convulsive when he touched her clit. She jerked in his clutch, yet stayed connected.
Grant tenderly jiggled her and savored the vibrations that resulted. Moisture dampened his fingertips. He fondled that velvety clutch of flesh without straying from her button.
Her hips came alive under his stimulating flick. His wife's ass pushed at him, devouring his cock. He groaned as the jaws of her ass bore down on him.
"Yeah," she panted, "fuck my ass, honey. Fill it with cock. Give it to me hard. Please, I can handle it."
He plunged into her rear, then groaned as that dark squish enclosed him. His dick throbbed in her anal coil, its beat irregular. Spewing into those squeezing cheeks tempted him. He repelled the urge, fucking her slowly.
He rubbed her clit, studying her gorgeous profile. She clearly displayed her satisfaction. He traced the pronounced bud, constantly checking her expression. His wife heatedly responded to his thrusts. He caught her biting her bottom lip when he drilled into her crack.
"How is it?" he muttered in her ear.
She nodded. "More."
He sawed through her backdoor, letting those firm butt cheeks support him. His dick sank into those hot, spongy layers.
She closed her eyes, dealing with that massive thing. It separated her trembling cheeks, deeply stroking her. Her husband gave her so much to fuck. Holding that monster in such cramped quarters was almost more than she could handle. If it hadn't been for his finger, she might not have tolerated the session.
His hair-rough thighs kept her legs separate. Pinning them apart with his knees, he drove his whole cock into her ass.
"Ohhhh."
That his wife made such an allowance furiously excited him. He muscled through that delectable butt, relishing the sweeter friction. Her anus pinched his skin, bunching it at her wrinkled entrance before conceding to his urgent push.
He just hoped she let him finish.
Susan gave him no cause for worry. Only her soft gasps drifted as he pumped her ass. He plunged fully into her, grinding himself between those mouth-watering. His balls strained at her sumptuous crack.
He stroked her faster, speeding her pulse. He could feel her shivering response as he played with her clit. More nectar sprinkled his fingertip.
"You're going to make me cum," she squeaked. "Oh, honey. Yes. Do it. Make me cum."
Grant's staying power was virtually gone. Her whimpers powerfully affected him. He groaned, trying to concentrate on getting her off. His finger moved, and she exploded.
She moaned as he shot into her bowels. His blast of cum brought a prolonged shiver. She writhed beneath him while he emptied himself.
Susan's breathing lengthened. Her orgasm had been incredibly strong, luring her to sleep. Her dark mop of hair fanned across the pillow, revealing her striking profile.
Grant, wiping the sweat from his brow, desperately needed water. Orgasm had left him parched. He rose from the bed, pleasantly lightheaded. The breeze from an open window cooled their dim bedroom.
Moonbeams poured through the diaphanous curtains. They billowed and pitched as the gusts periodically strengthened. He was drawn to the eerie glow, which always lent a mysticism to the night.
Oblong shapes and shadows cast across his manicured lawn. He usually did not make a habit of surveying his property late at night, but something unusual struck him. He peered out his window, as though someone had called him.
Then, the strangest thing happened. The figure of a voluptuous brunette, clad in a see-through nightgown, strolled across the grass. He could almost see her nakedness-the dark triangle of hair between her legs, the pointing nipples. The wind tossed about her long brown hair, whipping it around her frail shoulders. She walked leadenly, as though in a trance.
Who the hell was that? And how did she get through his high-voltage fence? His double gate unlocked solely by radio-activated control. Nobody got through it without a bewildering shock. The woman seemed not to suffer from any electrical burns.
He decided against notifying the police that someone had trespassed. He did not construe the woman as a threat, and guessed she was alone. Susan's slumbering figure prevented him from calling down to her. Waking his wife was the last thing he wished.
Shadows bathed that hourglass shape. Although he'd just gotten laid, her set of curves aroused him. She was intensely striking.
The woman suddenly came to a halt and intuitively looked directly at him. She must have known of his watching and gazed at him. Her emerald eyes sparkled in the haunting light. Their color clearly registered, even in the distance. He detected a sadness about her, as though she carried an agonizing burden.
Grant elected to take a gamble and meet her. He slipped into his robe and padded down the stairs, across the marble foyer, to his front door. Upon throwing it open, however, he found no sign of the mysterious woman. She had completely vanished, as though returning to the shadows.
CHAPTER FOUR
Her name was Hayley Brooks, personal secretary to Marc Wallace, the producer at Meridian who ground out fast-paced cop shows and big screen thrillers and threw a party at which Sheila Davenport allegedly appeared. She was a svelte redhead with creamy skin, a smattering of freckles, pale green eyes and a sensuously pouting mouth.
Above all, she liked to swing.
Linda Webster trained her diamond pendant on her while methodically lifting and dropping her pussy on Jack Tremain's mouth. The blond giant, sprawled on his back, lazily stuck his tongue into her and licked the moist folds. A sob buoyed from her throat as he prodded her sodden pulp.
Hayley, squatting on his ten-inch cock, faced her. She slid up and down that monster, breathing roughly as it stroked her. Initially, she did not focus on the jewel Linda displayed. The pleasure of receiving his hard, upright dick overrode its attraction. Linda, undeterred, gestured to the radiant piece and awaited Hayley's absorption.
Paula Meyers helped her induction. The short blonde purposely slurped Hayley's strawberry-pink nipples, one bubbly lash at a time. The slim redhead, enjoying her lavished tip, took Jack's cock more slowly. Her cunt widened as she sluggishly met his heavy stem.
Linda took stock of her. Hayley was a delectable creature: exquisitely lean, with pear-shaped breasts, a slip of a waist, narrow hips and sleek legs. Famished at the sight of that compact ass, her brain clicked with ideas. She longed for her awakening even before she enslaved her.
Her thighs trembled around Jack's head. He dipped into her snatch, blotting the leakage. Mesmerizing such a striking subject greatly aroused her. She appreciated the constant flow of stimulation. He grazed her clit, which briefly threw her concentration and brought stars. Clenching her teeth, she rode out the disarming sensation.
Hayley's lips twisted with joy as she humped Jack. She fit a whole lot of man between those slinky legs. Her eyes glazed over as she came down, filling her cunt. Her cheeks flushed when she ground her pussy lips to his ample base. Absorbing the sum of him roughened her breathing. Her sharp intake suggested bliss.
Linda prevailed upon her to study the diamond pendant. Its explosion of color demanded her compliance. She patiently insisted upon Hayley's obedience. Refusal was not an option.
"Find the center," Linda dared. "Just try."
Hayley might have refuted that challenge if Paula's tongue wasn't swirling over her nipples. She flinched at the accumulation of bubbles, then the clean swipe. Paula exuded a delicate touch, prompting her nubs to swell.
Lazily, she regarded the ancient jewel. Her gaze locked onto its dazzling barrage. At first, the spray of color meant nothing, but as her stare lengthened, it developed a new meaning.
Linda soon noticed a reduction of hip movement. Hayley did not slide up and down Jack as smoothly. Her pupils seemed heavier, as though pleasure glutted her, but gradually broadened.
"You can't elude its sparkle," Linda murmured. "Commit to it. Accept its authority."
Hayley froze, her expression blank. Paralyzed in that hunch position, Jack's cock protruded from her cunt. She did not move a muscle. At that precise moment, Linda ruled her soul.
"You are my servant," she informed the transfixed secretary, "and must submit to my will. Even after awakened, you are obligated to follow my instructions."
"Is she going to stay on top of me?" Jack asked.
"Silence," Linda snarled. "You are not permitted to talk unless requested."
His facial muscles automatically stiffened beneath her, and his tongue ceased its satisfying whips. like Hayley, he yielded to her. Jack's eyes turned glassy, reflecting his mesmerized state.
Paula detached herself from Hayley's nipple, watching the bubbles stream. She glanced at Linda, nodded, then backed away from the entranced woman. Physical contact, at that delicate stage, could be detrimental to their scheme.
Linda glanced dispassionately at Jack Tremain. Originally, their plan was to put distance between them and that conniving bastard. Sheila's mysterious disappearance, however, changed that. They needed an able-bodied person to help them. Jack wasn't her immediate choice, but a practical one. Sheila had described placing Dave Fairfield under her spell for that express purpose when hunting for them.
Enslaving Jack Tremain was the master stroke, a delicious twist of irony. He had abducted them months earlier and coerced them into doing his dirty work. Those days were over. Thanks to her hypnotic powers, they had him at their very command.
Paula furnished photographs of Sheila to Linda, who in turn presented them to Hayley. "Do you recognize this woman? Have you seen her?"
Those unblinking spheres examined the proffered snapshots. "No."
Linda and Paula did a complete double take. Hadn't Sal Giambalvo, the casting director, established positive identification? "Wasn't she present at a recent party of your employer?"
Hayley maintained her ignorance. She exhibited no promising sign.
Linda's brow furrowed. "According to Sal, she's his right arm, irreplaceable, famous for her photographic memory. Wallace pays her handsomely to be his eyes and ears. You would think it inconceivable that Sheila could receive an invitation without her knowledge."
Paula shrugged. "Should we bother questioning her boss?"
"I suppose we have nothing to lose-except time." She engaged Hayley's attention, motioning to her pendant. "I bring you out of your trance, but that does not end your servitude. You will continue, even in your waking hours, as my slave."
Hayley did not dispute her claim.
Linda very lightly kissed her, separating her lips with her tongue. The second they touched, Hayley roused from her stupor.
Paula, stationed behind Hayley, lowered her tongue to the section where the two were joined and carefully licked Jack's balls. Instantly, he came around, inhaling deeply and seeing the beautiful woman mounted on him, then braced for her crushing descent. "Yeah," he gasped.
Hayley closed her eyes as he held her by the waist and shoved himself entirely into her cunt. She took it all with a prolonged moan. Jack's complexion reddened from her exertions.
"Yes, squeeze my dick."
Linda and Paula conspired to pleasure Hayley. They stroked her supple body as she slammed down on Jack, using ringers, tongues, lips. She shivered beneath their fluttering encouragement, her tremors prevalent. Linda trailed her hip, groped her splendid ass, then skimmed the trim thigh draped over Jack's. Paula lashed her nipples again, converting them to rock candy with serpentine precision.
Hayley's pupils curved into her whites.
Linda did not limit her touch to Paula. She combed the ringlets of Jack's chest with her fingers and detected a rapid-fire beat. The ardor of their former captor, too, was heightened. Her reinstated authority resulted in his revitalized sex drive.
Jack gritted his teeth and glared at Hayley as her pussy ground against his balls. An animal groan tore from his throat at her hungry grip. He was beyond the submissive stage, unable to remain on bottom. Observing the willowy redhead balanced on his lap, he plotted more aggressive action.
The four swiftly altered position for a more dynamic outcome. Linda, who had been content nuzzling Hayley and Jack, sobbed with pleasure. Hayley's soft lips enclosed her mound, wringing the juices from her cunt. She writhed on her back as the freckled woman licked her clit. That snake-like tip on her love button and the warm saliva from it caused her to wildly pitch.
Hayley, on kneels and elbows, softly whimpered as Jack stuck his whole cock into her snatch. His balls spanked her butt as he eagerly put it where it belonged. His giant hands totally encompassed her waist, hauling her back to all ten inches.
At one point, Hayley resisted his pull, savoring half that shaft, but Jack installed the rest in a gluttonous surge. Her jaw dropped when his velvet sac bulged against her quivering entrance. He drilled into her sopping cunt with every immersible bit.
Hayley temporarily left Linda's pussy, her features contorted. The lumbering friction of that solid mass labored her breathing and exuded sweat. Its far reach induced her to loudly moan.
Paula, on her back, slid under Jack and Hayley for an intimate view of their moist connection. She watched his big dick slide into her muff, pushing her folds widely apart. Hayley's drenched cunt lubricated him, every thrust he gave. Stirred by their bridged parts, she began lapping them as one. Her tongue ran from his bulging trunk to her flavorful seal. Hayley's excitement sprinkled her taste buds.
Jack threw back his head. "Yes."
Hayley, overwhelmed by everything, returned to Linda's clit. She whipped the brunette into a frenzy, mouthing her succulent cunt. Linda shivered and gasped as her lips engulfed her snatch. She sucked hard, extracting the nectar from those pink flaps.
Jack rammed into her small butt, occasionally knocking that tongue from Linda's bud. Collectively, he loved the package: fucking the redhead while watching her eat the brunette and having a blonde lick him from below.
Paula caressed Jack's prickly thighs while working on his cock. He sawed in and out of Hayley's snatch, reducing his stride so that she could moisten him with saliva. He groaned when she trained her tongue on his balls. After slick repetition, she switched to Hayley and rinsed the saccharine droplets from her borders. The redhead was very excited, getting her cuntful of Jack.
Linda cupped Hayley's head and lifted herself to meet that dancing tip. The redhead apparently had experience. She knew exactly where it felt best. Her thighs vibrated around her bobbing head as she intensified her licks.
Jack heavily perspired behind Hayley. Linda studied him, caught up in the heat of her snatch. Despite her early dislike of him, she couldn't refute the lust he spurred. Seeing him fuck her newest slave made her wet. Hayley downed the passion he generated. Linda arched her back and stuffed as much cunt into Hayley's mouth as she could contain.
"Mmmmm," Hayley hummed against her trapped flesh.
Paula imaginatively slurped the redheaded secretary. She savored the stiff cock crammed between her sticky lips, too. Watching them merge made her ferociously horny. She tenderly fondled Jack's pouch while outlining Hayley's yawning snatch. Jack slid in and out of that nectar-rich pulp, causing more to drip onto her extended tongue.
Jack didn't think he could handle another dab or squeeze without erupting. The women had done their best to undermine his staying power. Abruptly, he yanked himself from Hayley's cunt and shot over her back. His jism jetted in a furious rush, splattering her silken skin.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, massaging his spurting cock. Grimacing, he worked the rest of it from his shaft. His tip issued more hot goo, stroke after stroke landing on her sumptuous ass. "Arghh."
Paula stayed with Hayley, swiftly bringing her to climax. She rubbed that pulsating bud, willing her to surrender.
Paula's accelerated efforts sabotaged Linda's orgasm. Hayley couldn't focus on the pussy jammed in her mouth. Her insistent prods took purchase of her senses. She retreated from Linda's snatch, gasping. The sounds produced by Paula's mobile tip echoed.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, bucking from her concentration. "Oh, yeah. All the way, baby. All the way."
Jack, turned on by Hayley's sobs, throbbed. His dick wanted more of that snug pussy. He loved its demanding press, its squishy kiss. Maintaining that thought, he shoved himself back into her for a slam-fuck.
He displaced Paula with his cunt-dominating shaft. She wasn't about to permit him to spoil her fun. That hard fleshy dot vibrated against her tongue. She stroked it faster.
Hayley moaned. She had just gotten over not having that monster inside her, and now Jack started pumping again. He created sweet friction, unearthing tremors from her womb. His deep slide gratified her.
"Yeah," he muttered under his breath, "take it.
Take that cock."
His thrusts depleted the air from her lungs. She hoarsely dragged in more. His balls collided with her trembling ass as he dug into her hole.
Linda, watching, used her finger. Hayley's hot spittle on her cunt lips tingled. She worked it into her pink folds, wildly exhilarated.
Paula drank from Hayley, her lips locked around her pussy and Jack's hammering cock. His strokes lubricated her loins, increasing her supply. She pressed against Hayley's button, urging her to cum.
Hayley went over the edge. Her green eyes flashed in front of Linda and her lips rounded before the shrieks came. "Yes. Yes. Ohhhh."
Linda convulsed, watching Hayley's circuits fry.
Paula dabbed the tart spillage that oozed around Jack's cock. That massive thing drove faster. She felt another orgasm building.
"Ughhh," Jack howled, shooting. His balls thudded against Hayley's sodden flesh. "Ughhh."
Between his buried dick and the confines of Hayley's wrapped pussy, jism dribbled. Paula licked the escaping amount.
"Mmmmm," Paula purred, lapping them clean.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Are you up for something completely different?"
Angelica Gray, knockout girlfriend of scriptwriter Russell Cabot, issued that soft invitation. A spectacular blonde with a nice set of curves attached to a lovely face, she was famous for making an original entrance. Russ relished taking her to parties, where she sparkled in front of his industry's peers. She insisted upon a huge wardrobe allowance, but was worth the cost. Her taste in clothes was impeccable. She also had a weakness for scant, sexy underwear-the frillier, the better.
Naturally, it drove him crazy.
She slunk into the bedroom he'd converted into an office, parading her luscious body in a nightie. It was definitely a jiggle show. Her tits bulged from the low-cut neckline, the nipples pushing through the thin material.
Russ gulped. Her intrusion had just killed the sentence that formed in his head, but he wasn't about to complain. He couldn't type, not with those things pointing at him. "Wow, honey. Is that new?"
"Do you like it?"
He nodded, though doubting the bill would make him smile. Angelica shopped exclusively at the boutiques, never the major stores. Off-the-rack usually wasn't her style, and bargains rarely attracted her eye. If Meridian Pictures hadn't paid him the big bucks, he would be in serious trouble.
"You've been working so hard, honey, I thought you needed a treat."
"That's very thoughtful of you, baby, but I've got to finish two more scenes before I shut off my computer for the night."
Angelica mischievously slipped between him and the keyboard. "You're entitled to a break."
Russ stared at those big knockers. They'd been living together three years. She was such a stunning beauty, he considered himself the luckiest man alive. A denizen of Hollywood, Russ could have had any starlet from an inexhaustible supply. Merely dropping his calling card as head writer for Emergency Room, the top-rated medical show on the air, induced panting. He was essentially an attractive guy: tall, red-haired, blue-eyed and spruce. Hooking up with a decent chick rarely presented a problem, even without his line of work. Angelica's glamour bowled him over. Her brazen style enticed him.
"I don't think I'll need more than a couple hours, baby," he said, eventually gazing at her amber eyes. "We've got a crisis on the set. One of our principal players in going on maternity leave, with little prospect of returning. I've got to craft a few scenes that patch a new character into the storyline."
"You mentioned Laura Lewis began showing, and wished to be written out sooner." Angelica nudged him with her bare thigh. "Come on, sweetheart. I'll give you plenty of inspiration."
Russ saw it was a no-win situation. Once Angelica had a plan, declining was not an option. She had very persuasive methods. The text displayed on his monitor seemed irrelevant. "How do you propose to do that?" he asked, a distinct quaver in his voice.
Those thick, pouting lips seductively slanted. As though from thin air, she produced a nylon. While stretching it, she leaned into his face and propped her plump bosom. "This is going to be so good," she murmured.
Groaning, Russ slumped in his seat. He let out his tongue to sample her satin flesh. The flimsy top made an allowance for his wiggling tip, separating from her breast. God, he could almost taste the nipple. Her perfumed scent made him woozy. His ardor burgeoned when inhaling it.
Angelica clasped his arms and steered them behind the chair. "It's most important that you have to cooperate, sweetheart."
"Sure."
She carefully bound his wrists with the nylon. It's sheer quality immediately aroused him. like her intriguing fragrance, it smacked of eroticism. The double knot, however, was unexpected.
"You're really in a naughty mood, aren't you?" he asked, grinning.
She giggled. "I haven't even got started."
Russ chuckled. Her impishness delighted him. His mission for Meridian took back burner to Angelica's tricks. He much preferred submitting to her brand of sexual antics, than toil over a script.
Angelica held a heavier piece of cloth. "Think of this as an adventure."
"What's that."
"A blindfold."
He feigned disappointment. "Don't I get to watch?"
"You get to feel, and hear. Isn't that enough."
"Do I get gagged, too."
"Anything that goes into your mouth will be soft and wet." Russ groaned. Angelica had a deliciously wicked imagination. "I'm yours to command, baby."
She soon covered his eyes and, except for the light seeping from the borders, plunged him into darkness. Within seconds of obscuring his vision, she started on his belt. He heard the tinkling of metal, then felt the tugging. His zipper came down next, the metal teeth unlocking.
"Mmmmm. You're rock-hard," she noted.
Whenever she touched him, his hormones were thrown out of whack. His nervous system instantly recognized her feline caress. His dick swelled through his navy-blue bikini briefs, enlarged to the max. Previously, he'd worn boxers, but Angelica insisted upon more fashionable wear. Even if he couldn't see it, he knew that the top of his dick peeked from the elastic band.
Angelica unbuttoned his shirt, baring his smooth chest, then yanked off his pants. They slid off his thighs, then rustled in the background. He visualized her folding them and draping them over a chair. Hot hair filtered over his quivering abdomen. She drew his underwear down until his cock sprang from confinement, then disposed of them.
"God, it's so big," she whispered in perceivable awe.
He grinned. "Show me how much you like it, baby."
She exhaled over his naked thighs and equipment. He almost saw the drool forming as she contemplated blowing him. Suddenly, wetness dabbed at his bulbous head, circling the cum slit, then brushing the sides of his cock.
Russ gasped, then slouched in the chair. She was right he didn't need his sight, only his senses. The blindfold exquisitely heightened them. Not having the use of his hands added a crisp element, too. "Yes."
Angelica leisurely licked him-tiny whips that yielded strong palpitations. His balls tingled, forwarding a dizzying rush. Bubbles amassed on his knob, then cascaded down the length of his cock and collected on his taut sac.
By reflex, he struggled with the nylon that restrained him. Cupping her head and pressing so that he could regulate her intake would have been sweet, but he abided by her wishes. Submitting to her scheme entertained him.
"Lick my balls," he hoarsely suggested. "I want that tongue on them."
"Mmmmm." Angelica slapped a foamy layer atop the last, rinsing his dick in saliva. She believed in a thorough wet-down before sucking it. "Mmmmm."
Russ welcomed her lavish slurps. She traced the pronounced lip of his helmet, lightly moistening it. He emitted a bead of cum at her strokes. A dash later, it was gone.
Several moments after her oral magic, however, Angelica abruptly withdrew. Her heated breath dissipated and the press of her big tits, too. He heard her knees slither back on the carpet.
"Hey, where are you going?" he asked, grappling with the bonds. The nylon pinched his wrists.
"Shhhh."
Her feet quietly padded about. Russ had no clue what she plotted. Angelica excelled at games. He seldom could predict what trick she would retrieve from her bag.
She kept him in suspense for another few minutes. Her signature scent never evaporated. That expensive perfume she abundantly purchased stayed in the room. She hadn't traveled far, wherever she went.
Angelica furnished him a marvelous surprise. He detected a cooler temperature near his cock. A frosty wave seemed close, then an irrefutable ice cube pressed against him. Angelica had it between her teeth, scaling his shaft. Up and down his dick she went, glazing him with the frozen object.
"Christ," he muttered, wincing.
She slowly rubbed it over his balls. One would believe something cold would dampen the sexual appetite, but in Russ's case, the reverse proved true. Angelica brought his pulse to a simmer. Gimmicks of her invention were well-executed and carried lasting rewards.
"Jesus, baby, that's so fucking hot," he muttered, stirred by her genius. "Keep doing it."
Angelica said nothing. The cube clasped between her teeth, she did not try to utter a word. She glided over his throbbing cock, glazing it with coldness.
A new trick was in the offing. While she briskly massaged his thing, something clattered in her palms. He gritted his teeth when she brought the handful of frigid blocks to his balls. Already chilled by her initial detail, he greeted the spin she put on the blow job.
The cube slipped from her clench and landed in her hands. From there, she opened her lips and enclosed him.
Russ started. For some bizarre reason, that did not feel like Angelica. He prided himself for his heightened sensory powers, and those lips did not seem to belong to the same woman. The clasp differed, and the breasts that brushed his thighs had a conflicting texture.
"Honey, what's going on?" he asked. Again, he struggled with the knotted nylon, to no avail. Angelica had tied it well. "Hey."
She tightened on him, sucking his dick and immersing his balls in the ice cubes. A mixture of hot and cold seized him. Her oral pull silenced him. He didn't recognize the style, the flow. The woman sucking him was not his girlfriend-of that, he was positive.
She drew on him, whoever it was, plucking at the skin of his dick. The tongue action was good. He could find no fault with her technique. Despite his mild alarm, her suction pleased him.
Russ sank into the chair, the back reclining from the burden of his shifted weight. He broke into a sweat, yielding to her burst of energy. Throwing his legs apart, he granted her wider access. Her hair tumbled into his lap, then whisked back before she took another mouthful of him.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned as she swallowed. Her lips met his base, released an avalanche of foam, then slowly climbed to his tip. She lashed his sides with artistic precision, then went down for another mouthful.
She discarded the cubes in a bowl, but her grope remained frigid. When the glacial waves eventually dissipated, he became more aware of her delicate fingertips. The snag of her soft, sucking lips reheated his cock and warmed the cum in his balls.
The blindfold slipped from its perch. He regained a sliver of his former sight and saw that the woman devouring him was a brunette. When she descended, he glimpsed a set of sparkling green eyes.
He twisted against the nylon. That definitely wasn't Angelica.
His girlfriend, however, had proposed a treat and made good on her promise. Arranging for someone to give him head was- likely her notion. The blindfold and nylon handicapped him. He couldn't tell exactly who went down on him, nor caress her.
Those contrasting lips that held and sucked him loosened, then receded from his cock. Foamy spittle dribbled to his sac and a draft struck him. Within seconds of disengagement, her flesh enclosed him. Russ trembled. She stuffed him between her tits. Those silky cushions hugged him. His cockbulb protruded from the top. She bent her head and extended her tongue, gently flicking him.
"Jesus," he gasped.
The pressure around his cock doubled. She gently stroked him, spreading the saliva while dabbing his knob. The licking and fondling precipitated a fresh round of sweat. The woman fucked him with her tits.
Russ couldn't help but enjoy it. She wrapped him in that smooth, hot groove and wrenched his taut skin. Pleasurable shocks radiated from his balls. "Oh, yeah," he couldn't help saying, rotating in his chair.
Through that luscious furrow, he swerved, then straight to her flapping tongue. She tickled his domed head while massaging him. His dick grew hotter by the friction of her skin.
He cursed the blindfold and his leashed wrists. He ached to see everything and not use his imagination. He could almost feel those hard nipples as he slid through that damp cleft. Smashed within that sticky trench and methodically slurped, he couldn't stop groaning.
The itch to spew was upon him. He couldn't fight it. Jism rumbled in his balls, nearing volcanic eruption. He hurled his head back and gritted his teeth, shaking hard. Those tits continued their sapping embrace.
"Oh, fuck, baby," he howled, defeated by the urge. "Oh, shit. Ughhh."
He shot all over her, wildly squirting. Whether it went into her mouth and over her cheeks and chin, he couldn't tell. Orgasm forced his eyes shut and caused his head to roll from side to side. He couldn't even warn her he was about to cum-it just happened.
In the middle of his seizure, she removed his spurting cock from its berth and smeared the cummy head over her nipples. More of his creamy cock oil inundated those pulsing prongs. He heavily gushed over her silky grain, his back thudding against the chair as it poured out of him.
He tugged at the nylon, yearning to touch her.
Whoever she was, he appreciated the gesture. The nonnegotiable fabric bonded him, denying that wish. "Arghh. Arghh."
Sometime after his coherence restored, he realized she was gone. Every muscle in his body had flexed during that massive convulsion. He couldn't recall when those tits ceased enveloping him or that tongue ended its slippery management. The blindfold came off with a flourish. His vision adjusted to full clarity and he saw that only Angelica was in the room with him.
"Who was that?" he sputtered.
Her brow rose. "It was I, all the time," she innocently maintained.
"That wasn't you, baby. I could tell."
"I don't know what you mean."
Russ, studied her face and could not spot a flinch. Angelica, normally a poor liar, returned his doubting gaze with utter amazement. Writers usually have an innate talent for reading people, and he perceived nothing extraordinary in her manner.
The purity of her demeanor cast him in doubt. Was it really her? Did the ice cubes anaesthetize him, and was the brown hair an illusion?
"Honey, didn't you enjoy my little surprise."
"Sure, baby, sure."
Fortunately, Angelica dropped the matter and left the room. Promptly, he returned to his computer screen. His cursor, he quickly learned, was in another section of his document. He has no recollection of editing that area and wondered if Angelica had probed it.
Russ scratched his head, puzzled.
CHAPTER SIX
Marc Wallace returned to his place from a very energetic racquetball session. He tossed his bag of gear and shuffled to the kitchen for ice-cold bottled water. A religious health nut, Marc practiced consistent cleansing and nourishing of the body. He could have subtracted ten years from his age and not have it disputed. A tall man with long blond hair in a ponytail and a physique that could have only been achieved through a personal bodybuilder, Marc looked good and realized it. Rarely did he sleep alone. Chicks constantly phoned, begging to party with him. Marc did so in moderation. He disallowed anything that would sacrifice his peak conditioning. At Meridian Pictures, he garnered the reputation of being a machine that reliably ground out top-rated cop shows. That energy stemmed from staunch self-discipline. He knew when to say "no" and did without regret.
While gulping his water, he thought he heard the shower going upstairs. His hotel-size mansion had enormous rooms to entertain an army, and frequently, Marc gladly played the gracious host. Not conscious of any guest, however, he decided to investigate.
Halfway up the elegant staircase in front of a three-story-high window that overlooked the canyon, he speculated whether his secretary, Hayley Brooks, had taken advantage of his hospitality. It wouldn't have bothered him in the least. Usually, he encouraged her to feel at home and had issued her a key. Hayley's dedication warranted such trust. She competently supervised his schedule and shielded him from unwanted visitors. Furthermore, he had faith in her judgment and valued her input when at an impasse.
The thought of her sumptuous body in his shower-naked and ready-gave him a hard-on. Although confessing a powerful attraction, Hayley eluded him in the bedroom. She pointed out that sex with her employer might impede her work performance, and therefore, abstained from granting him any favors. While Marc respected her logic, he secretly longed for her.
He found the master bedroom door open, and also that to the master bath. Gusts of steam poured with beguiling invitation. Hayley plainly knew his agenda-she structured it-and conceivably anticipated his arrival.
Had she engineered some sort of seduction? Did the months of deprivation finally tax her to the breaking point? A smile crept across his tanned face. Hayley was clearly a player and had been honest about her swinging. He envied the men and women familiar with that intimate side.
If Hayley ultimately decided to jettison her former vow and wanted to fuck, then the pleasure was entirely his.
Upon entering the bedroom, Marc disrobed. The wall across from the bed was a mirror, capturing his bared flesh. He took pride in his muscular build, most notably his equine member. Starlets and enterprising females alike had enjoyed his big cock at some feverish juncture. He delighted in the prospect of allowing Hayley her turn.
Through the steamed, glass shower door, he glimpsed her. The woman under the spray did not have Hayley's red hair, nor her slight frame. Instead, he gaped at a buxom, petite blonde-big tits, nice ass and great legs. Grinning, he reclined on the bed, folding his arms behind his head, and waited for her to emerge.
The door opened seconds later, and the tantalizing creature stepped from the damp, foggy recess. She did not, as he'd predicted, start at his sprawled, nude self. Contrarily, she smiled while reaching for a towel and meticulously dried herself.
"Hi," she coquettishly greeted, slinking toward him, making no motion to wrap her eye-popping curves. "Did you need to hop in?"
"I had one at the club." They had strong eye contact. She had blue eyes and an arresting smile. He glanced at the gold chain adorning her neck, in addition to the diamond pendant attached. "Do you always shower with that on?"
"It's my lucky charm. I wouldn't think of removing it."
She climbed onto the bed and lay alongside him as though it were perfectly natural of her. Those blue spheres demanded his full attention. Her tits were firm, the nipples pink and alert. One trim thigh crossed the other, nearly hiding her gold fluff. Tiny drops clung to that curly nest.
He completed his examination. "I don't mean to spoil the spontaneity of the moment, but who are you?"
"Just someone who has admired your work for a long time, and has been dying to meet you."
"Ah, an actress."
She traced the contours of his chest with her dainty fingertips. "I haven't had any formal experience, but the entire process intrigues me."
"Your name?"
"Paula Meyers."
He nodded. "It's nice to make your acquaintance, Paula Meyers."
Her nail streaked across his solid breast, then from his nipple to his navel, and emitted tiny electric shocks. His cock swelled in size from her feathery touch.
"How does one get a part in your television series?" she whispered.
"By sucking my dick." He gestured to the tall, thick shaft. "Show me how badly you want it."
In the next room, Hayley heard their banter. Paula decoyed her boss, promising him the goods. Knowing of the blonde's compelling allure, he was in no condition to turn her down. She almost called out to him, but Linda's mouth squeezed her pussy and brought silence. The trim brunette shoved her tongue into her love box, then came out and brushed her clit.
"Ohhhh," Hayley quietly sobbed, welcoming that invigorating swipe. Linda licked her with infinite softness, luring her from a defensive frame into absolute compliance.
She writhed on the bed, glancing between her legs to verify that the oral pleasure she received was actually from that slinky brunette. Her eyeballs slid up into their whites as Linda's limber tip strayed on her swollen bud.
On the other side of the wall, Marc distinctly groaned. Paula had him in her sexy clutches. Hayley, normally protective of her boss, saw nothing wrong with the blonde's maneuver. Both she and her accomplice had infiltrated their camp, and she could not summon the energy to stop them.
Linda's lips smashed her pussy, then wrung more of her love sap before chasing it with her tongue. Her sucks kept her wits at full tilt. Hayley couldn't pull away from her sweet suction. The woman drew her juices in one steady gulp, while coaxing her throbbing button.
Hayley's breathing grew more coarse. Linda licked her fast and hard, pushing her toward orgasm. That tongue found her beat and rode out its pulsing excitement. She jabbed her nails into the pillow and tugged at its comers. Linda made gurgling sounds when dispatching the musky torrent.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered, hardly a squeak before the massive tremors took root. She gritted her teeth and endured their punishing fury. Sweat oozed from her pores as she violently convulsed. She slapped against the mattress, her hips bucking.
Linda, strongly clenching, anchored her. More sucking followed. "Mmmmm."
Hayley almost lost her grip on the conscious world when climaxing, awed by Linda's oral energy. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the contractions that surged from her womb. Although she wanted to scream in joy, something stifled her. Her vocal cords didn't totally cooperate and what came out was a sputter.
Something foreign diluted her concentration. She didn't have clarity of thought or the power to resist. A deeply embedded command warred with her sense of purpose and negated any spurt of rebellion.
Linda stayed down, sucking the nectar from her pussy. Hayley's feet slid up and down the sheets, her toes curled as Linda maintained her indulgent whisk. After Hayley's orgasm burned through her every vessel and left her numb, Linda escalated her passion to the next, bewildering level.
Hayley heard Marc Wallace's prolonged howl through the wall. Paula did an excellent job, given his treble. Her boss was wild about head-or so it was told to her. Hayley had never had his hefty cock. Apparently his size did not intimidate Paula.
Then Linda gave her some deep tongue. Hayley's teeth snapped together, then ground, as the titillating brunette orally drilled her.
They made minimal noise, but none that roused Marc Wallace's suspicion.
Paula slowly lifted her mouth from Marc's bulbous cockhead while aiming her jewel at his dilated pupils. The celebrated producer fell neatly into her trap. When she recited her chant and advised him of his slave rank, he did not reject her control.
"Have you seen this woman before?" she asked, exhibiting Sheila Davenport's photograph.
His blue eyes, locked in another world, gazed at the picture. Finally, he shook his head.
Paula frowned. "Are you certain?"
He remained absolutely motionless.
"Someone identified her as having attended your most recent party."
Had Nick Giambalvo given her flawed information? Enchanted, any fleeting glimpse of Sheila would seem like a routine encounter. People rarely remembered those chance meetings, but the subconscious captured every startling detail and filed it in a cabinet that only hypnosis could unlock. Even Sal, his son, contended seeing Sheila per Linda.
"Supply me with the names of people who attended that party."
Marc spouted the lengthy list of stars, writers and directors of Meridian Pictures in a lethargic tone. Paula jotted them on a piece of paper. Mesmerizing all of them seemed an insurmountable feat, yet if she shared the burden with Linda, they might stumble upon someone who verified the Giambalvos' claim.
Paula amended her opinion. Perhaps they might save time by gaining entrance to the studio and mingling with the crowd. They could randomly question those cataloged and eventually narrow their search.
She reminded Marc of his enduring obligation to her, that she shackled his will and expected his eternal cooperation, before licking his balls. His blue eyes regained their focus and his appetite for sex extremely sharp.
Marc, gripped by unusual horniness, positioned Paula on her back and spread her legs. Customarily, he warmed his partner with some head, but the need to be in her cunt overwrote convention. His plump knob went into that furry crevice, splitting its lips widely apart.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, sinking into that sodden twist of flesh. It was a delayed reaction after his swift plunge. He wasn't prepared for Paula's sapping tightness. "Oh, baby. You're crushing me."
Paula absorbed him. Licking him made her wet, so fitting that monster into her snatch was a cinch. She moaned as he entered her. His dick went up her middle, jamming her. She arched her back and pressed her pussy to him, taking the whole thing. "Oh, wow. You're really hard."
"Sure am." He clutched her shoulders, flattening her crotch to his and squeezing every available bit into that cunt. Paula gripped up on his cock, sending a ticklish flurry originating from his balls to his nerve channel. "Can you feel how much I want you, baby?"
Paula emphatically nodded, her cheeks rosy. Marc's enormous hands clasped her thighs while he drove into her sopping hole. His dick was solid bone, rubbing the walls of her pussy. He sawed into her, stealing her breath. That oncoming shaft made speech impossible.
His balls spanked her, thrust after thrust. She enjoyed the stimulating collision, the manly knock. His gasps awakened her lust, too-heavy, shuddering, in her face. He stared while pumping her until his eyes glazed over. The snag of pussy quelled the animal in him.
"Fuck me," she sobbed, taking the brunt of that hungry cock. "Fuck me."
Seizing her hips, he slammed into that absorbent mound. His dick twitched inside her love box. He pushed until entirely submerged, then basked in her female heat. "Yeah, baby. Smother my cock."
After pounding her into submission, he scooped those big tits together. His massive thumbs circled her stiff nipples. Paula flinched as he stroked them, then aimlessly rolled her head.
"Ohhhh," she sobbed. "That feels so good."
After Hayley's third orgasm, Linda mounted her trembling body. The freckled redhead panted, unable to collect her wits. Splitting those thighs apart with her knees, she covered her snatch. Pussy rested against pussy, tits piled on tits.
Hayley, dazed from the pleasure Linda amply supplied, moaned. She was much too tender after that lively tongue action. Her clit smarted. Linda's slurps dulled her senses and left her exhausted.
Before she could protest, Linda ground against her. Hayley gasped as that juicy cunt rubbed her delicate folds. Sliding back and forth, Linda detached her pink flaps and exposed her button.
"What are you doing?" Hayley murmured, unsure if she could handle more.
Linda lowered her tongue into Hayley's mouth, blocking further inquiries. Their lips came together in a starved rush. Linda's arms tightened around her, holding her at bay, then started seriously grinding her.
Hayley dug her heels into the mattress. She couldn't avoid that joy-giving slide, and after a few cunt-hugging minutes, dropped all complaint. Linda swirled in her mouth, provoking her tongue into spirited activity.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, gladly submitting to it.
Linda moved her hips, savoring the friction. Hayley enthusiastically pushed, hungrily meeting her. Their feverish rub produced fresh leakage, lubricating their slide. She bore down on Hayley, relishing the squeaky kiss of her pussy, and gave not a moment's reprieve.
Hayley's squirming heightened her bliss. Linda enjoyed the challenge of her elusive hips, discovering that they invariably realigned for more of her squishy press. Hayley grew stickier and softer with each shivering stroke.
Linda got caught up in the fervor. Hayley rocked beneath her, responding to her moist gnash. Her rigid nipples stabbed her tits.
The thud of their flesh echoed. Linda strained every muscle to stay on top and bump Hayley. The redhead yielded to the relentless conflict and violently climaxed. Linda, clinging to her, spasmed, too.
"Ohhhh," Linda moaned from the riddling sensation. The intensity nearly caused her to black out. "Oh, God, yes. Oh, yes."
She probed Hayley's mouth, their tongues vibrating. She couldn't have Marc Wallace's secretary bringing down the roof with that last one, nor interfere with Paula's progress.
Paula, positioned on her side with her leg draped over Marc's thigh, clenched her teeth. She fingered her clit while Marc crammed his dick into her. He caressed her rock-hard nipples while burying his thing.
"Give it to me," she begged. "All of it."
Marc held nothing back. His entire cock sliced into her cunt, his balls bulging at her entrance.
She could feel his hammering heart against her back. Faster she jiggled, excited by his tunneling member. Getting fucked by a big one was indescribably good. His reach robbed her of air.
"More," she panted. "More."
He savagely pumped her, stretching into her squish. That solid mass made her moan. Gazing over her shoulder, he watched himself descend into that sopping clutch. Her pussy enclosed him with a sweet pucker. Her finger, poised at her love button, furiously rubbed. He could feel her tremors culminate.
"I want to feel you cum, baby," he muttered in her ear, "while my dick is inside you."
"Yes." She leaned back, sweltering, nestled by his wall of muscle. Weakness overcame her. Her silky thigh scraped against the coarse surface of his leg. "Ohhhh."
"Do it," he ordered, barely holding back his tidal wave of cum. "Go for it."
Paula obeyed. The pleasurable erosion of his large cock knocked her senseless. She tensed while in the grip of that delicious seizure. Her pussy shrank around him as though to extract his jism.
Marc surrendered to her milking clasp. His orgasm flooded her snatch. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
They pitched on his bed, gasping for air while spending their passion. It was a total mind-scramble, destroying their energy.
Paula heard a muffled cry from the other room. Linda had done her part well. Marc never knew his secretary was on the premises.
Her brain clicked with ideas. Their quest for Sheila was far from through. More work lay ahead of them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I don't like it," Dave Fairfield vehemently declared, "not for a minute." He punctuated his statement by slamming down his fist.
Cynthia shrewdly regarded him. "Can you be specific?"
They sat before a blazing fire in a room with vaulted ceilings and a decorate fan spinning overhead, pushing down the heat. It was Cynthia's home, a veritable fortress evolved into a prison.
"It's practically criminal what you've done to Sheila. Granted, she's done wrong ... but you've turned her into a zombie. She's completely brainwashed, a walking vegetable."
That brooked no sympathy. "It's her punishment for exploiting the hypnotic powers I bestowed her. She made illegitimate use of them, violating a promise I extracted from her prior to issuing her the pendant." Her lips thinned. "Her half-sister, Linda, is also a culprit. Her defiance will not go unchecked.
She will serve her penance as well.
"Should the verdict really fall in your hands. Are you judge, jury and executioner?"
Cynthia, abiding his outburst long enough, sternly faced him. "I haven't ultimately decided what I'm to do with Sheila, but I can do without your harsh criticism. May I remind you this is a serious matter that bears attention? This group pilfered valuables from innocent people. Do you condone such behavior?"
"Of course not."
"Then let's not take such a righteous stance, shall we?"
Dave collected his breath, then sighed. "But she's unresponsive, gazing off into the distance. You haven't really lifted your hex since that night we intercepted her."
"I wouldn't call it that."
"Well, it's changed her, or haven't you noticed?"
Cynthia conceded his point. "I'll admit, I haven't gone further with my final determination and left her in a type of suspended animation. Perhaps I ought to soon conclude this."
"It just doesn't seem right, Cynthia."
She took stock of the roguishly handsome, dark-haired man. His concern over her treatment of Sheila sparked renewed interest in him as a man. Sexually, they had been inactive. Dave channeled his erotic energies elsewhere.
"Let's put that whole matter aside, Dave. There's nothing gained by breeding hostilities over it. Rest assured-I will satisfactorily resolve it." She crossed her legs, letting a generous portion of thigh show. "Why don't you come over here and make nice with me?"
Her coyness threw Dave, who was prepared to do battle. "This doesn't seem the time, Cynthia."
She smiled. "That doesn't sound like the same Dave I've known ... and fucked."
Despite his rehearsed conversation and criticism of her methods, her use of the word stirred him. She prompted images of her fabulous bare body. "What I mean to say is, I thought we'd discuss your intentions."
"Right now, they are to get you out of your clothes as quickly as possible." She patted the space beside her. "I believe I can achieve that without hypnosis."
Dave gravitated to the desired spot. He had to hand it to her-Cynthia outwitted him. Her weapon: feminine charm. The invitation of that slender figure, seductively outfitted in see-through material, was more than he could competently ignore. He tried to disregard it, but she brazenly brought it back to the forefront.
"I'm sure I've visited this in the past, but you are a very attractive man." He could feel the pressure of her thigh. "I can understand Sheila's captivation with you."
She sent out powerful signals-more than he could withstand. It was also like her to dilute his anger in such a fashion. She used sex for relaxation and control; by pacifying him with pussy, she maintained the peace and, therefore, gained his cooperation.
Her palm pressed his crotch. His dick ballooned through his pants, furiously beating. The play of those slender fingers tickled his imagine and stirred the jism in his balls. He hotly stared at the luscious thigh thrown over the other, the silky garment edging upward, revealing her lack of underwear. She leaned against him, brushing him with her delicate breasts. Through the gauzy fabric, he viewed her hard nipples. Her warm breath fanned his face, her blue eyes holding their gape.
"Forget about Sheila tonight," she murmured, tackling his belt, then zipper. Her touch set him on fire. "Let's spend the time more productively."
Dave gasped as her fingers ran down his cock. Her thumb skimmed the base of his helmet, then slid up to the cum-slit. She squeezed him, leisurely stroking his shaft, until a creamy bead seeped from his tip. His Adam's apple convulsively moved as he endured her manipulation.
"Jesus," he muttered.
The flames crackled in the fireplace, lending a sensual ambiance. The idea of disrobing before the hearth, then coupling, seemed highly erotic.
He reached under her outfit and groped her pussy. Her features clouded, then flushed. The slant of her thick lips and the glimmer in her eyes told him she liked it. Juice moistened his fingers. Cynthia had definitely foregone her undies in favor of going au naturel.
He stared into those azure pupils, trying to figure out exactly what made the woman tick, and fondled the pliant flesh between her legs. Her cunt liquefied in his grip. He thumbed her fleshy dot, aware of its enlargement, then slid a digit into her hot, tight hole. Her teeth closed and air hissed through the cracks.
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, yes. Do it."
She turned over, clutching the pillow, and propped that sumptuous ass. She rearranged the folds of her nightgown, exhibiting her magnificent backside. That slim, luscious body belonged to him at that moment. Her knees delved into the cushions as though to brace for his urgent insertion.
Dave hitched himself to that seductively swaying ass. His cock split her puffy lips, then burrowed into her. She opened, then sucked in his rigid shaft. He pushed into her wet center, feeding her all he had. His balls tapped her rump, then rested on her quivering ass cheeks.
Jesus, he thought. That was some good pussy.
He casually pumped her, maintaining a tight rein on his appetite. Soon, he rammed her and felt her snatch take him. His balls struck her smooth crescents. They made soft, wet noises when increasing the friction.
The springs creaked beneath him. He fucked her, surrendering to the impulse. His cock glided in and out of her puckering snatch. The ecstasy of it enclosing him brought a flight of dizziness. He could tell how much she wanted it by her frenzied squeeze.
"Yeah," she sighed, reveling at his enthusiastic push. "This is what it's all about."
Cynthia went wild. She fucked him back, hurling her butt at him. Those pink lips greased his dick, squeaking against his skin.
He swallowed hard as she snagged him. Into that wet, clinging pulp, he pushed. She exhaled roughly as he sliced into her. He savored the grab of that soft, adaptable pussy.
"Yeah," he groaned, burying it between her legs and letting her savor his entire bone, "here it is, baby. Right here."
She climaxed fast, apparently much hornier. Her contractions became so rough, her pussy slipped away from him. Her sticky folds disengaged his bulbous head.
Dave clasped her hip and began to rejoin her.
The pink flower of her anus, however, intrigued him. Cynthia, staring at him over her shoulder, emphatically nodded. Unable to resist such an invitation, he plunged himself between her compact ass cheeks.
"Yeah," she moaned, her eyes curving upward and her lips rounding. "I'm a nasty lady, and I need you to do it."
Smashed in her buns, he enjoyed a narrower fit. Fucking that small, sweet ass greatly appealed to him. His brown pubes, smashed against her trembling cheeks, was a delectable sight. He almost exploded after a few moments of pumping. Controlling the urge proved daunting. He could not escape her rectum's furious embrace.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, frantically gulping air. "Faster. Please."
He butt-fucked her, holding back nothing. She squealed when he fully sank into her, clutching the pillow to her tits. Her nipples thickly jutted over the top. Her ass-hole received him clamping his base. He gritted his teeth from her hungry snare.
"Yeah, fuck my ass. Fuck it hard."
He stuffed all eight inches into that tiny space, flinching. Her ass was so tight, she almost ejected him. He jammed himself deep, disallowing that from happening. Her cacophony of cries spurred him forward. He gave her all the dick she could possibly want.
"Christ, it feels so good to be inside you," he muttered, detaining himself in her rectum. "Smother me, baby. Wrap me with that dark squish."
"Ohhhh."
Her finger flew to her clit and anxiously rubbed. He could smell fresh pussy perfume the air. Delirious, she tensed against him.
"Don't stop," she commanded. "Hammer away."
He swung into that tight, efficient butt. Her strenuous clasp was more than he could handle. Her squeeze defeated him.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, disoriented by the rush.
He shot his load in her ass. Cum gushed into her bowels, flooding them. He made no provision to stem the flow, nor pull out of her quivering cheeks. She received his full measure, squirt after squirt.
Cynthia finished herself off with some heated jiggling. Her contractions left her a wreck.
Eventually, he settled over her, cuddling. His energy was gone and the lure of sleep more than he could resist.
Dave awakened an hour later, his wits fully intact. The embers presented the room an eerie glow. Cynthia's soft breathing alluded to a deeper sleep. Carefully, he detached himself from her butt hole. His jism trickled down her crack, no longer plugged by his cock. It ran down her thigh, a gooey mass. He gazed at her bare ass in the flickering light and made certain she heavily slumbered.
He climbed the stairs to Sheila's room. The voluptuous woman stretched across her bed, oblivious to the world. Clad in a lace teddy, she had never looked more appetizing.
He tapped her shoulder, but failed to disturb her. She wasn't actually asleep, lingering in that dazed frame Cynthia imposed.
"Come with me quietly," he muttered. "We can't make a sound."
He had tossed it over in his head, and decided to finally go for it. Cynthia's limousine was parked in the circular driveway, awaiting their use. Crossing his fingers, he expected to make a clean getaway.
In the beginning, he delighted in Sheila's subjugation. The irony of forcing her into mental limbo after her criminal endeavors suited him fine. His anger gradually dissolved, and he genuinely felt sorry for the fate she'd met. Cynthia's plan lacked vision. He didn't know what she was trying to accomplish. Cynthia had emerged as a dark figure, something even worse than what Sheila represented. She wanted justice, yet he did not care for the way she treated Sheila.
Sheila sat up in bed. Her tits almost spilled out of the skimpy confines of her outfit. She looked positively delicious. Had he the time, fucking her would have been fun.
He demanded eye contact, and eventually got it. Those emerald spheres focused upon him. She did not seem entirely conscious and failed to be quick. He gave her a gentle shake. "Let's go."
Sheila moved sluggishly beside him.
They descended the stairs in a hush. He didn't want to risk waking Cynthia and invoking her wrath. The woman was unpredictable, and he had no wish to test her patience.
He glanced at the door of the great room and distinguished no movement. The fire cast shadows on the walls.
He clasped Sheila's hand. "Come on."
She moved mechanically, deferring to his masterful grip.
Dave opened the front door and was about to enter the night when a shadow crossed his path. Cynthia Rush seemed to materialize from thin air.
"I hope you weren't thinking of leaving me, David. You certainly didn't request permission."
He was about to shove his way through, but Sheila pulled back. Cynthia motioned to her. Dave spun around, but it was too late. A heavy candlestick holder came crashing down on head. Groaning, he dropped to the floor.
Cynthia cackled over Dave's prone figure.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sal Giambalvo slammed into the gorgeous redhead he'd recently cast as a series extra. He let out a low-pitched moan, jamming himself to the hilt. His stiff cock inched into her warm, slimy cunthole before she clenched him. He hugged her soft, naked body to his sweaty frame. Her tits cushioned his heavy chest, her nipples piercing him.
"Yeah, baby," she murmured, draping her legs over his shoulders. "Ohhhh. I'm getting there."
She shoved her snatch at him until his balls trembled. He fucked her hard, making her weep. Her pussy ate all the cock he shoved into its mouth. Wet cunt swallowed him, the feeling stupendous. Every vessel of his being hummed with satisfaction.
The phone suddenly blared.
Sal ignored it. There was no way he'd pull out, not when getting his pipes cleaned. He ground into the redhead, letting her feel his appreciation. The slick sounds of dick rubbing snatch were drowned out by the drone.
The instrument incessantly rang. The caller apparently knew he was home, and insisted upon talking to him.
Fat chance, the feisty Italian thought, giving it to the chick with jackhammer consistency. He operated by a set of rules in which interruptions were disallowed. Nobody stood in his way when he was getting his rocks off.
"God damn it!" the redhead snarled. "Pick up the fucking phone before I toss it out the window!"
"Whoever it is ought to get a clue. There's only one thing that matters right now," he muttered, pile-driving her mound. His balls pummeled her inner thigh. He pounded into that heavenly mush several times before her slippery fist came alive. "That's it, baby. Work my cock."
The phone wouldn't stop. Eventually, Sal's patience ran out. Growling, he snatched up the receiver and prepared to punch someone's lights out. Still connected to the redhead, he reduced his tempo so he could screw and chat.
"All right, smart-ass, what the fuck is so important that it can't wait-"
"I need you, Sal," Linda Webster harshly said. "Now."
Sal instantly froze, his eyes dilated.
The redhead began to panic, his cock stuck deep inside her. She squirmed about, puzzled as to his dulled look. "Oh, shit. What's up? Don't get nutty on me. Are you sick or something?"
Sal stared blankly into space, his eyes glassy.
Pinned under him, Annie Larsen couldn't exactly slip away. He was a good fifty pounds greater in weight, mostly muscle. Encumbered, she had to choice but to try reviving him. Sal was a young man, definitely not of heart attack age. His changed demeanor frightened her.
Before fully digesting the situation, the door to Sal's apartment opened. A slim, luscious brunette and a towering blond man entered. Annie had seen neither before and worried that they were burglars. Complicating circumstances was her complete nakedness.
"Listen, I don't want to get hurt," she sputtered, cowering from them. "My purse is over there on the floor. Take what you want. I don't have much: a few bucks, a couple credit cards."
Linda paid no heed to her. She focused solely on Sal. "Get over here, Sal." like a robot, he rose on his haunches and marched over to the bossy brunette. Annie couldn't understand why he permitted her to order him around, yet she wasn't about to launch an argument. The blond guy with her looked capable of squashing her.
Linda whipped out a photograph and showed it to Sal. "Let's stop screwing around here and get down to business. You admitted to seeing this woman at Marc Wallace's party. Strangely, none of her attending guests remember her. Are you certain you recognize her?"
Sal examined the picture of Sheila, then nodded. "She was there."
Annie couldn't believe her ears. Sal, a domineering male, did as he was told. She'd seen him finagle her into Gothic Bay and a few pool scenes in a feature film. Sal carried weight with the brass, never striking her as an informant. His abrupt resignation shocked her.
"Then I need to pick your brain. Whom did she talk with?" Linda pushed. "I want names."
Sal required only a moment for his memory to function. "She mostly stayed with Keith Corcoran, Meridian's head honcho."
Linda's eyes narrowed. "How can I privately meet with him?"
"Leave that to me."
Annie couldn't maintain her cool. Everything sounded much too dangerous. "What have you done to him? Why is he like that?"
Linda turned to Jack Tremain. "Shut her up."
Nodding, the blond giant started toward her.
Annie paled. "Oh, no. Keep him away from me.
Jack, under Linda's spell, caught her wrist and tossed her back onto the bed. He blocked her path, preventing escape. She shuddered, crawling as far away from him as possible.
Having dealt with that situation, Linda returned to Sal. "During the evening, did you get a gut reaction to Keith Corcoran's relationship to the woman in the photograph?"
"Not in the least."
Linda sighed. The maze to her half-sister was endless, yet she felt an end was within sight. "You will make that introduction. I must meet with Keith Corcoran as soon as possible. We've wasted enough time interrogating the others." She considered all the enslavements that took place. Paula and she had bewitched half of Meridian, only to return to Sal Giambalvo.
Sal agreed to her decision. He hung onto her every word, never blinking nor nodding unless posed a question. Having his cooperation and feeling the situation in hand, Linda relaxed and viewed him as a man with whom she had a very satisfying session. She recalled his fucking her against the wall, then spinning her around and giving it to her, doggie-style. Both positions yielded enormous pleasure. Awakening him from his initial trance required her to fit her pussy in his mouth. A nudge of her juicy cunt lips brought him out of it.
Sal awaited further instructions. Had she asked him to fall to his knees, he would have done exactly that.
Annie was not as easily placated. She conspicuously shivered while Linda laid down the law. Linda regarded the frightened redhead with a prudent eye. Leaving Sal's apartment without addressing her frazzled state-and knowledge of the episode-could result in future problems.
Stroking her diamond pendant, she contemplated sweeping the dust under the carpet.
Linda brushed Jack aside. "Time for a little talk."
Jack, obedient of anything Linda spouted, promptly stepped back.
Linda sat beside the shivering young woman. She was presumably twenty-one or so. "I apologize for yelling, but it was more expedient that way. Please, relax." She displayed her antique piece at an angle. "Have I shown this to you? It's a very old, rare heirloom and warrants a closer look."
Jack watched as Linda drew Annie into her universe, making her a slave. Her terror faded. The muscles in her spare, naked body drooped. Linda demanded that the incident be erased from her mind. At their departure, she would go forward with a clean slate. To an extent, he judged Linda a dominatrix, yet she never dispensed pain and always rewarded obedience with pleasure.
He particularly liked when Linda finished by bending her head and licking Annie's pussy. One slurp efficiently restored her personality., .and sparked a sexual free-for-all.
Annie, awakening from her trance, needed badly to be fucked. She clutched her bothersome mound, the juice trickling between her fingers. When Linda and Jack removed their clothes, she nearly jumped out of her skin. The slight of undraped flesh had her salivating. A new servant brought onboard by Linda, she was dying to get her hands on them.
Sal, stroking his cock, itched for some pussy and yearned for its spongy enclosure. His dick slid through her fist, throbbing to a quick.
Linda, aware of Annie's interest, sat on Jack's lap. She glanced over her shoulder while he fondled her. His large hand spanned the twin cheeks of her butt. An excited sob rose from the pit of her throat as he manipulated those shifting buns. She beckoned her with black pupils.
Annie's pulse jumped as they embraced. Jack pressed up against her thigh. Linda brushed her while straddling him. The two, eager bodies periodically bumped her as they scrambled for position.
Sal, suddenly behind her, ran his big thing up and down her crack. The knob of his swollen shaft grazed her cunt lips and wrinkled anus. "Come on, baby. Let's do it."
Annie shivered from his cock's caress.
"Yeah."
Taking it by the stem, he guided his plump bulb between those pink lips. Annie moaned as he drove into her moist center. Her fingers stretched over her red nest, shaking, as Sal gradually filled her snatch. She could feel him charging up her middle.
"Christ," he muttered, clenching his teeth. The pinch of pussy was exactly what he craved.
Jack released Linda's breasts from imprisonment. While getting pumped, Annie savored those lush, pink nipples. They cried for Jack's gentle fingertips. He traced their perfect shape, then brought them to his mouth. Within seconds, Linda arched her back.
"Yes, Jack. Suck it," she moaned. "Suck my tit."
Jack did so with relish. Clamping her squirming ass, he applied his dizzying pucker. Annie saw his tip darting fancifully around the distended nub before dealing its splintering whips.
Sal, smashed in her pussy, gave her meat to latch onto. His balls pelted her as he cupped her mound and dragged her back, fighting to stay submerged. Annie's pupils curved high as he dug into her.
"Oh, wow," she gasped, then bent over to fully receive all he had. Her nipples dangled, only to be palmed by Sal. Those stiff nuggets jutted through his fingers. She pushed back until his balls ballooned against her quivering cheeks. "Yeah, go deep."
Groaning, Sal did that. He fucked that tight, pink ring, swinging everything he had into it.
Linda pressed her tit to Jack's mouth and implored him to draw from her nipple. She twisted in his arms, aroused by his swirl. He carefully licked that nub, glazing it with bubbly spit.
After a moment, Jack carefully guided Linda onto her spine. His mouth dropped between those long, silky legs. His heavy thumbs pinned back the juicy flaps. Linda purred as he separated her pink flesh. Jack, with tongue extended, buried his face.
"Ohhhh," Linda whimpered, twisting beneath his piercing swirl. "Lick me deep."
Breathlessly, Annie watched Jack gobbling Linda. His mouth covered her snatch, sucking loudly at its moist pulp. Eagerly, he stabbed into those wet folds and penetrated their soft layers. Linda lifted herself to that tip, then whimpered as it impaled her cunt. He visibly enjoyed tongue-fucking her.
Sal watched behind Annie, channeling his excitement into his burrowing thrusts. That wet pussy snuggled his throbbing cock just right. He glanced down throughout their coupling, just to watch her receive him. Seeing his dick slide into her snatch, then experiencing the moist pinch, refueled his desire.
Annie's glazed eyes intrigued Linda. She looked meaningfully at her slave. Her lips widened and a prolonged gasp emerged, punctuated by a flash of tongue. Linda surveyed Annie's body, from her jutting breasts to her lean hips and slim legs. Her chin went up when Jack loudly slurped her. When her black eyes reopened, they were misty.
"Mmmmm," Jack mumbled, pressing his mouth tightly to Linda's snatch. He drank feverishly from her cunt, prompting her hips to thrash and her buttocks to smack the cushions. Linda's juices trickled into his mouth.
Annie, magnetized to Linda, pulled away from Sal. His nectar-sticky cockhead popped out, his dick waving in the air. He gritted his teeth upon leaving her cunt. Grabbing his dick, he jerked it through his fist. The tip turned purplish-red as he pumped it.
Annie, oblivious to Sal's anguish, climbed over Linda's face. Securing her juicy lips with her fingers, she sat on the brunette's mouth. Linda, primed for the spicy treat Annie offered, sank her tongue into that nectar-rich crevice.
"Eat me," she begged, molding herself to Linda's luscious lips. "Suck my pussy."
Linda shivered as that snatch covered her mouth. That succulent fragrance, framed in red curls, widened for her fluttering tip. She took her at high speed, running up and down those quaking walls.
Annie moaned as she cut through her hot squish. "Yes, tongue me." She rotated her hips to receive full benefit of her gifted tip.
Jack observed the rippling pussy perched on Linda's face. She swept over the gleaming pink flesh, collecting its drippage. His hunger for Linda's honey supply increased. He lingered over her tasty snatch, deriving satisfaction from its spice.
Sal didn't want to jerk off, given the available pussy. Seeing Annie sitting on Linda's tongue, he realized he couldn't stick his cock into it. Her butt hole, however, was vacant. Positioning himself behind Annie, slick from her cunt juices, he eased himself into those compact buns.
Annie's teeth came together and her eyes closed as Sal plowed her into ass. She did not protest his entrance. Shivering on Linda's tongue, she absorbed his butt-filling cock.
"Ohhhh."
Sal gasped as that tight anus yielded to his urgent push and slowly gulped him. "Yeah, latch onto me so I can fuck you."
Annie moaned, riding Linda's face. Sal stuffed meat into her quivering ass, inducing her to moan. Linda licked her faster, dissolving any discernible ache. Annie responded to her expert whips. "Stick your tongue in me. Lick that clit. Oh, yeah. Taste my honey. Lap it up, gulp it down." She pressed down on her mouth, then shifted seductively over her cheeks and chin. Her gyrations afforded Linda a wider area of concentration and Sal a greater challenge. He had to gain control of her writhing cheeks to pierce them.
Linda probed her tangy depths, then returned for a shivering pass of her throbbing clit. She whipped Annie into a frenzy. Engaging that pebble, she lapped it until Annie became hoarse. When her slave nearly flew off her face, Linda clutched her ass and pulled her back for more. Annie's seepage was candy-flavored. She couldn't down it fast enough.
Annie heard Linda's gulps beside Jack's. The scent of pussy juice pinched her nostrils. She alternated from watching Jack's luxuriant dabs to Linda's imagine pirouettes. Both were visual treats.
Sal sawed into her ass, taking his pleasure. She stayed there, allowing him to drill her anus. His balls swung at her, bumping her cheeks while packing her rectum with cock. That solid, thriving mass pried open her backside.
Jack grooved on the smell of female excitement. He ate voraciously of Linda's pussy. She pressed herself against his mouth, wrenching every bit of the sensation he produced. Her muffled sobs turned him on. He attacked her love button without an intermission. Linda's orgasm was a carefully structured event that culminated from each meticulous slurp. He wanted her to cum while Annie's pussy muffled her. The prospect of Linda bringing Annie to climax fascinated him.
Linda writhed behind Jack's electrifying darts. He stunned her with his continual flicks. There was simply no escape from them, no matter how feverishly she moved. Naturally, Linda wasn't about to desert him. She wanted him to finish-just as she wanted to bring Annie's joy to a satisfying conclusion. Annie was so appetizing, Linda couldn't receive her fill. Her cunt juices were tinged with sugar. Linda downed all Annie could afford to give. She squeezed her pussy with her lips and milked it of its palatable fluid. Drops of that sweet juice dissolved on her tongue.
Sal's dick plunged into Annie's ass. His arms bound her, pulling her to his sweaty chest while he encased himself in her dark squish. Gritting his teeth, he exhaled sharply. Fitting himself in that cramped space took its toll on him.
Annie reached her limit. Her loins steamed from the relentless heat. "I'm going to cum," she moaned, jerking her hips. She flattened herself over that hotly provoking tip. "Oh, God.
Ohhhh."
Jack sent Linda into a similar orbit. She spasmed beneath his oral ministrations. Her thighs locked about his head during her furious shudder. "Yeah," she sighed, with Annie's juices flowing in her mouth. "Ohhhh."
Sal lifted Annie from Linda's face. He continued fucking her delightful ass while Jack mounted Linda. His enormous hard-on ached for that gushing cunt. Smoothly, it slid into her wet trench.
"Oh, yeah," Linda gasped as he stuffed her pussy. After getting eaten, feeling a man between the lips of her pussy was always enjoyable. She pushed herself toward it, completing their connection. "Shove it into me, baby. Let me cover it up with my warm snatch." She loved having his hard dick inside her. Her teeth shut and her head sank into the cushions while she carefully wrapped her legs around his waist. Jack balanced himself on his elbows, observant of not crushing her with his weight. "Do it. Make it good."
Sal drove far into Annie's butt, unencumbered by Linda's darting tongue. He bounced off those sumptuous cheeks, then slammed into them for more. His balls struck them with equal fury. Gripping her by the waist, he held her in place so he could feed her ass the meat.
"Don't stop," Linda moaned, getting it from Jack. "Oh, God." Her nails scratched his muscular buttocks, then caressed the vein-laden stem protruding from her gored cunt lips. She could feel its quick pulse. "Ohhhh."
Her plea matched the thirst in his loins. He rammed between those spread thighs, letting her drenched cunt engulf him. His cry of pleasure reverberated. Her hot squish made way for his lumbering shaft. He sliced neatly into its sodden clasp. "Push your tight pussy to me. Stroke me with your juicy snatch."
Sal howled. "Jesus." She moaned as he discharged, sobbing at the convulsive twitch of his cock. The volume of jism he emptied into her smothering channel overwhelmed her. It leaked from her twisting anus, creamy goo escaping its pink band. The amount was more than she could contain.
"Ohhhh."
Sal backed out of her ass, his cock coated with cum and his face a contorted mask. He continued to shudder with orgasm.
Annie gravitated behind Jack. His cock, stretching Linda's snatch to capacity, was crammed to the hilt. His balls strained at its pink borders while he fought to push another fraction of himself into its succulent clutch. Their frenzied union stirred her. She clasped her orgasm-ravaged pussy and shivered. Even in the aftermath of Linda's sweet tonguing, she swallowed roughly and couldn't resume normal breathing.
"Fuck me," Linda sobbed, swinging her hips forward. Jack jammed himself into wet cunt. "Harder." His balls slapped her inner thighs. "Yes. Don't hold back. Oh, yeah. Fuck me hard."
Jack trembled when Annie vented her warm breath over his balls. Christ. He gritted his teeth while burying his cock into Linda. Before he reached bottom, Annie applied her moist tip. "Oh, God," he groaned from the sensation. The redhead drove him wild.
Linda gasped when Annie traced the expanded boundaries of cunt. Although Jack plugged her snatch with his thriving manhood, Annie made her presence known. Her tongue was infinitely softer than Jack's. Linda soared from its vigorous flutter.
"Don't remove your tongue," Linda pleaded. "It feels so good."
Annie licked them both, stimulating them to no end. What should have been a lazy fuck evolved into a frantic coupling. Soon, they slapped bellies with wild abandon. Annie drove them to an irreversible point, flicking away at their secured flesh.
Annie smacked her lips. Jack's sweat was cleaned from his balls while she had extracted Linda's zesty seepage. Showing them a verve in her slurps, she provoked them to orgasm.
"Jesus," Linda hissed between clenched teeth. Annie's oral inventiveness had enhanced Jack's thorough pumping. "I'm so close."
"You're making us cum," Jack gasped before going into his convulsion. "Ughhh."
Annie watched them rock as one. After moments of studying his feverish thrusts into that snug ring, she saw Jack's abundant discharge ooze. Annie extended her tongue to remove the overflow.
Linda gasped as she delicately lashed her. Annie proved her worthiness as an admirable slave. Perhaps one night, she would pay her another visit, alone, and enjoy her without all the male intervention.
Linda and Jack drove back to the apartment in silence. A full moon, an omen, shone through the murky skies. Clouds clotted the sky, barely permitting the stars to twinkle. The air carried a distinct chill, though neither of them were apt to admit it.
Linda felt no need for conversation. What occurred at Sal Giambalvo's apartment was essential to finding Sheila. She did not relish taking new prisoners, a definite drawback, unless circumstances warranted it.
Having taken Jack on that excursion was a novelty. She remembered, not so long ago, when Jack had Paula and her in his thrall. A stud, he used his erotic skills to gain control of their hypnotic powers.
Linda previously-detested him, but after turning the tables on him and inducting him, he was a much easier companion to accept. Under her diamond pendant, he continued to serve her. She took great relish in seeing to his enslavement.
Jack pulled in front of their building. She opened the door, telling him, "Put it in the garage, won't you? I'd rather not risk vandalism."
He nodded, then slowly drove to the comer and started down the dimlylit alley. A recent rain had left everything glistening. Water washed the tires of his car as he coasted down the narrow, foggy pathway.
Abruptly, a lone figure stepped out of the vapors rising through the grated sewers. His headlights revealed a slim blonde with a good body. She motioned for him to halt. He braked, wondering what she could possibly want.
She took the liberty of pulling open his passenger's door. Jack, amazed at her audacity, simply stared at her. Who was he to quibble with an attractive woman who calculated such a bold action?
"Mr. Tremain, I presume. At last, we meet."
"Who the hell are you?"
She clasped a diamond pendant that seemed to harness an unlimited source of light. Its profusion of colors at once dazzled him. "My name is Cynthia Rush. While that may at the moment seem irrelevant, all you need know is that I am about to set you free from someone's domination."
Jack's jaw dropped. The diamond's inescapable brightness screamed for his attention.
CHAPTER NINE
The bustle at the studio impressed Paula Meyers. People moved about rapidly, conscious of wasting time. Television production was expensive and demanded expedition. Those operating on shoestring budgets were acutely aware of getting the job done within the prescribed frames. She admired the professionalism at work.
Someone took a handful of her ass and gave her a playful pinch. Paula yelped. The offender was Tim Mulberry, director of Hunter's Game. Nick Giambalvo wrangled her a bit part on the show, based on her expectation of finding Sheila. A mystery seemed to revolve around their missing friend and Meridian Pictures.
"Tim," Paula squealed, "to what do I owe that rude gesture?"
"Testosterone, what else?"
They'd heavily flirted all morning during filming. Paula suspected that Tim would hit on her, given the abundance of attention she showered upon him. The pinch merely affirmed her assumption.
Tim, a dark-haired Irish man in his mid-thirties, appeared to have no problem attracting the eye of the opposite sex. Actresses, make-up personnel and the like were genuinely drawn to him. That Paula immediately bewitched him simplified her task.
Other people milled about, nodding at her in passing. Linda and she had made the rounds, cornering directors, producers, writers, actors and other technicians, with their pendants. The outcome was the same. Nobody recalled seeing Sheila. The only thing it gained them was a wider subscription of slaves.
Paula smirked at the number of Meridian employees she fucked and sucked. Linda, too, had many of them. The past week had essentially been a procession of endless flesh, begotten by their mesmerizing jewels.
"Hey, how about grabbing a sandwich with me?" he suggested. "We can eat in my trailer."
"Something tells me the food you'd offer would be between your legs."
"Baby," he said, grinning, "I'm gonna feed you well."
Of that, she had no doubt. Tim looked as though he carried quite a package, judging from the bulge. She envisioned a lively ordeal in his private quarters.
She would have preferred working in concert with Linda, but her partner was arranging a meeting with the studio chief. Linda sent her to the studio to work solo for the day.
"Well?" Tim pressed. "How about it? Is it a date?"
Paula clasped her diamond pendant. Tim was scheduled for an initiation. She could competently handle him herself. "Sure."
Paula, kneeling in front of Tim, rose to her feet. Her saliva dribbled down his cock, accumulating at his balls. Tim, paralyzed in his chair, stared into limbo. He was no trouble at all.
She showed him the picture of Sheila and essentially obtained a shrug. She reached a point in which most people did not remember a single thing about that party.
She brought him out of it. He stirred at her reviving lick, his balls sticking to her tongue. Rapidly blinking, he regained his focus. She enclosed his saliva-greasy shaft. Tim's thick member vibrated in her grip.
"Move your hand up and down," he urged. "Stroke me."
Paula obeyed. Her fingers worked for his satisfaction. He groaned from her effort.
Tim shifted in his seat. "You give outstanding head, baby. Look at that thing. It's rock-hard."
Paula was drawn to it. She put her mouth on it, sampling him with her lips. His male salt dissolved on her tongue. She licked him some more, savoring his unique spice. Each cock tasted different.
He sat, his thighs spread widely apart. His fat dick curved high in the air, awaiting her consumption. "Put me down your throat."
Paula stroked his smooth, muscled thighs. Her tongue flicked its bulbous knob. She licked it again, treating him to tingling dabs of saliva.
He sat back, leaning into her mouth. "Come on, baby. Take the whole thing."
She engaged him with quick, playful flicks, moistening each section. His pulse became more prevalent as she rolled about with her dancing tip.
"Yes," he grunted, throwing his head back. "Yes."
She could tell, from his harsh exhalations, that he wanted her mouth to stay where it was. He brushed the curls from her face, momentarily obstructing his view. Those eyes recorded every tongue-provoking second.
Her lazy slurps made wonderful contact, protracting the length of his cock. Her tip twirled over the mass of veins and warm flesh. He tasted very manly. She left a trail of bubbles along the skin of his cock, enough to torment.
He groaned. "Don't stop. Suck on it." He pressed down on her head, but Paula avoided attaching her lips. She wasn't through slobbering that hard dick. She suspended his agony for several more moments, slithering about its throbbing exterior, making it juicy with spit.
Paula mouthed his slippery flesh. "You taste the way a man ought to. I love licking your cock and using my tongue." She did not limit herself strictly to his shaft. She dipped her wriggling tip to his balls. His pubes brushed her lips. She clamped the taut flesh, unconcerned about getting hair in her mouth, and sucked. She started flicking against that sensitive area until he vibrated.
"Good tongue action," he muttered from above, grabbing her head. "Come on, baby, put it in your mouth. Now, baby. I need to feel your hot suck."
"Not yet," she whispered.
"Come on, baby," he groaned, bearing down. "Get those sweet lips around it. Take me down your throat."
Her tongue traced the snarl of veins, branching in various directions. She coated him with her shivering drool. She deepened her strokes, lapping the enlarged cockhead along the dark rim, breathing heavily over his aroused flesh. She resisted attaching her lips.
Tim's patience expired. He'd tolerated her methods long enough. Seizing her head in a strong grasp, he helped her to descend. She moaned, and when her lips opened, he inserted the bulbous head. Having gained access, he proceeded to work it inside her.
"Suck it, Paula, suck it good," he gasped. "Eat that thing, keep it stiff. Gorge yourself. Let me fuck your beautiful face." He pushed enough in her without choking her, then relaxed his hold. Achieving momentary satisfaction, he encouraged her to develop a heart-stopping pucker.
She quivered, wrapping her legs around his muscled thigh. She rubbed her cuntal mound to that part of him, feeling her desire for him in the sopping wetness of her crotch. She raised her hips, imploring him to cup her ass. He did, reading her mental suggestion. Oh, God, that large hand of his spanned most her butt. Those fingers delved into her crack, searching for the source of her liquid heat. He got her excited, fingering her. Surely, he felt the moisture and knew how hot he was getting her. Her eager shifting and moaning implored him to keep his digit in motion.
She welded her lips to his cock with a hot, siphoning force. She was determined to milk him of cum. Her face dipped rhythmically to his groin, swallowing more each time. She was going to gradually deep-throat him, increasing her intake with each pounding moment.
He basked in her oral clench. "Put those luscious lips around me. Swallow it. Make it fit. Show me how much you can take. Yeah, eat that thing, eat me good. Gulp my cock."
He massaged her groin until she was shaking with want. His thumb found her clit and flicked it.
Paula shivered. Tim got her all squishy. Back and forth his thumb went, delivering a barrage of sparks. She could scarcely concentrate on his dick, he left her so numb. She sucked even harder on that monstrous thing.
"I want you to swallow it," he ordered, filling her mouth. "You're going to drink my cum."
Panting, she readily agreed.
Tim lost it in that gorgeous face. His hot goo poured in her mouth. He bellowed with joy as she made it disappear, gulp after gulp. The chick had a flair for sucking cock.
"Whew," he muttered. "I'm sure glad I hired you. Nice job. Keep it up, and you'll be steadily employed. There's always more roles, more walk-ons." He stroked his dick. "How does that sound, baby?"
She pulled on her clothes. "Do I get to keep working under you?"
He grinned. "But of course."
After dressing, she glanced out the window and almost fainted. Outside, strolling across the lot, was Sheila Davenport. From her vacuous expression, Paula believed her in a daze.
"Oh, my God," Paula gasped.
She dashed out of the trailer, swerving around people. Equipment, trailers, trucks gravitated toward her as though deliberately thwarting her progress. She swore under her breath, desperately trying to catch her.
"Sheila!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Sheila! Wait! It's me, Paula!"
Sheila, far ahead of her, walked into the last building.
Paula raced after her, finding an empty corridor. At the end, a room with an open door beckoned. Paula concluded that Sheila must have entered the room and turned on the light.
"Sheila, are you in there?" Paula asked, hurrying along. "Please answer me? We've been tearing apart the studio, trying to find you."
No answer came. Paula entered the room, which appeared to contain costumes and props. Before she could conduct a complete search, the room was plunged into blackness. Someone had hit the switch. Abruptly, the door slammed shut, and then a shuffle of feet moved toward her.
Shrieks echoed in the room, then total silence.
CHAPTER TEN
"That fucking bitch," Jack growled, "pulling a fast one like that. I ought to clobber her for that."
Cynthia Rush smirked at Jack Tremain. The blond giant was no longer Linda Webster's lackey, but hers. She knew precisely how to delete the commands planted in his subconscious, replacing them with her own orders. As her original mentor, she alone possessed that knowledge.
"I do not advocate violence, unless totally necessary," Cynthia informed him. "This situation certainly does not justify its use. You will need to curb the impulse if we are to snare her."
"She ought to pay for pulling that double-cross," Jack insisted.
"Follow my orders, and you'll see a more desirable result."
He narrowed his eye. "How do I know I can trust you, babe?"
"Didn't I just release you from her power?"
"Sure, but the way I see it, you need a muscle guy, and I'm it." He flexed his biceps, then smacked his clenched fist into his open palm. "I don't like getting tricked. Screw me, and you'll be one sorry chick."
"Drop the tough act with me this minute. You will not disrespect me." She fondled her diamond pendant. "This delivered you from Linda Webster's clutches. It can easily draft you into mine."
He remembered how Linda and Paula initiated their subjects, forcing them into subservience, then robbing them blind. The debacle of his own bondage shook him-unanticipated, lasting. No way would he permit that to happen to him again.
"Tell me what to do," he said with resignation.
She described her plan in great detail. Naturally, she had examined every angle and proposed a solution. Jack saw the wisdom of her thinking and agreed to her stroke of brilliance.
"Deviant women are the best," he claimed, observing her in a new light.
"I don't see myself as the heavy."
"What you just out-lined is criminal genius."
"Linda is the culprit in this example, not me."
He sensed her indignance. "Guess I accidentally touched a nerve."
Cynthia glared at him. "Don't make that mistake again."
Jack couldn't get a beat on Cynthia's twisted logic, but saw no reason to alienate her. In his experience, a little manly charm went a long way.
He groped her ass, pulling her to his swollen crotch. Her nastiness turned him on. Cynthia began to protest, but his mouth silenced her. Her temperature immediately began to climb. His heat wiped out her resentment. Jack fondled her body, awakening its cells. She shivered in his embrace. His powerful grip negated all effort to break free. She attempted a retreat from his bone-solid growth, but he clamped her buns and ground it into her pelvis. Weakness engulfed her as his hard, massive dick left its throbbing impression in her susceptible flesh. A barrage of tingles coursed to every nerve end.
"You're impertinent," she murmured after breaking their kiss.
He grinned. "So shoot me."
Her mouth opened again to receive his tongue. He vigorously entered her. Jack used his tongue like a lethal weapon. No virtue remained intact after a bout with it. He gave her that wildly seducing tongue before subjecting her to that giant cock.
His tip met hers. He prompted her into a wiggling bout that left her trembling for more. His hands worked in concert to totally arouse her. He competently explored her warmth.
Her nipples swelled to capacity. Her pussy trickled with its excited moisture. Her stimulation was evident. When those huge thumbs traced the crescents of her butt cheeks and delved into the crack, she knew there was no turning back. She saw her will power evaporate.
Their lips finally separated. Although she expected it, Jack did not boast of his prowess. His deep voice pierced her resolve. "Come on, baby. Let's make nice-nice."
He removed her clothes. Cynthia did not bother stopping him. He gazed at her naked breasts. "I love your tits, baby. Especially your nipples." He whisked over them. "Mmmmm. You taste so good."
Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees. His face was level with her crotch. He grasped her hips, inhaling her womanly fragrance. His warm breath paralyzed her. He stuck his nose in her blonde bush, then withdrew.
"How about sealing our pact with a screw?" he huskily suggested. "It's tradition."
Her heart pounded madly. Her prolonged gasp ended the second Jack curved into her pussy. She clenched her teeth, then slumped against the wall. Her ability to resist him died.
Jack's blond head bobbed between her legs. Within seconds of his tongue's entry into her pink folds, Cynthia belonged to him. Her eyes rolled heavenward. She writhed, feeding him her snatch. Jack's snake-like tip pursued her, tickling her love button.
"Sweet," he grunted between mouthfuls. "Christ, do I love to eat pussy. Peach nectar-that's what you've got, baby."
He stuck his tongue into her cunt, penetrating its layers of squish. Cynthia seeped from his masterful probe. Her juices, which flowed into his mouth, were readily dispatched. His thirst for her honey was unquenchable. He fastened his lips about her nectar-rich hole and sucked it in strong, steady intervals.
Cynthia gazed down at him. Her tanned thighs framed his blond head while they shook. She caught the flash of tongue, then felt its feverish mission. Her clit swelled beneath his ardent laps. Denying him her snatch brought him to the brink of madness.
She bit her bottom lip. Suppressing those harsh exhalations was virtually impossible. He circled her clit, then dealt it a few punishing whips. The result was sheer ecstasy. "That feels really good."
"The pleasure is mine," he mentioned between gulps. "Your pussy is melting in my mouth. I love the way it responds to my tongue."
Her mouth dropped open as he focused on her clit and inflicted mind-bending suction. He rubbed his lips over that moist section while vibrating her love button. Noisily, he drank her female essence.
Cynthia whimpered, repeatedly coming up for air. Jack stole the very oxygen from her lungs with his loving exploration.
He remained oblivious to her torment. He went about extracting the flavor from her cunt lips. "You haven't had it in a while, baby. I can tell. You pussy grabs my tongue." Lowering his mouth to her cunt, he resumed his frantic consumption.
Cynthia rocked on her high heels. Jack delved into her snatch, opening it with his probing licks. He hugged her pulsing mound with his lips, then secured them. Weakly, she oozed onto his tongue. His ruffling slurps saturated her loins. She neared exhaustion as the tremors in her pussy mounted.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard," he promised, attacking her clit with a renewed vim. "You'll be screaming for more."
Dodging that high speed tongue was futile. Jack had it all down pat. He knew how to satisfy a woman with his mouth. No wonder those two idiots followed his every whim while he had them.
Jack seemed almost satiated from gorging himself on her drenched cunt. That frenzied streak that possessed him appeared to have run its course and had just about burned through his system. He relentlessly sought her orgasm, however. That turbulence would not subside until she convulsed in his mouth.
Cynthia clawed the walls as his authoritative strokes transported her. "You're going to make me cum, Jack. God, I'm almost there."
"Mmmmm," he slobbered. His grip was nonnegotiable.
He disabled her power of speech with a few more darts, then sent her up in flames. Clenching her teeth, she hissed. "Ohhhh." Jack smothered her seizure-ridden mound with his mouth, tonguing her most delicate area. Her clit throbbed from his volley of licks. "Ohhhh."
Cynthia collapsed in his arms. She dragged air into her lungs while he buried himself in her neck. She fought to compose herself, but the intensity of her climax precluded the effort. She heard Jack fussing with his belt buckle and zipper during those dazed seconds.
"I've got to fuck you," he murmured. "I need to be smashed inside your pussy. I can't wait another minute, baby."
He crammed himself inside her quickly. That monstrosity sent her to oblivion. His dick swelled to massive proportions. No man had ever gone that deep. Cynthia slammed against the wall, holding her legs apart. Jack plowed into her soaked passage, sustaining the momentum. She moaned from his penetrating thrusts. That stiff cock stole her breath. Involuntarily, she shoved herself at it. Containing that pulsing beast was a major undertaking. Her emerging lust took precedence. Nothing seemed more crucial than getting stroked by his inflamed member.
Jack grinned through his veil of sweat. "See what happens when you're away from sex too long, baby?" he groaned, shoving himself into her cunt. "It makes you hungrier, more savage. Come on. Fuck my big cock. Let me cram it inside you."
He closed his eyes and nailed her to the wall. His pummeling strokes excited her. His balls dealt her satiny flesh one smack following another. She granted him hot, slapping relief. She savored the hardness he ran through her juicy center.
"God damn, I'm going to shoot." His face reddened as his hips worked faster. "You're so fucking tight. You're squeezing it out of my balls."
Cynthia moaned, taking it.
Jack exploded after a few minutes. The frustration had built to an intolerable point in his loins. "I knew I'd cum fast," he muttered through his contortions, "but that doesn't mean we're done. I can keep going." He had her ass riveted to the wall while feeding her his ample discharge. Jism inundated her receptive cunt. His jaw dropped, his eyes closing. "Oh, yeah. Take it, every drop." He hips jerked forward, immobilizing her.
Cynthia managed to get off during that last surge of power. Wrapping herself to that rock-like shaft, she swiveled to him, focusing on gratification. Lust rumbled through her loins. She slid back and forth, moaning. She clenched him, getting the most out of his erection. His cock continued to pump her long after it unloaded. She savored its enduring hardness.
Jack would do well. After they finished, the next stage of her master scheme would commence.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Keith Corcoran, studio chief of Meridian Pictures, studied the recently completed financial his accountants delivered him. The bottom line looked great. The television division was especially profitable.
That arm of the company especially interested Keith, for Nick Giambalvo funneled some tantalizing talent his way. The chicks accepting bit parts gladly spent a night with him, hoping to further their careers. Keith loved testing them. He really put his heart, soul and cock into it.
A tall, fairly appealing man of forty-two with reddish-blond hair sparsely covering his head, he leveraged his trimness with steady regiments of golf and tennis. Both he considered as recreational as sex-the only different was he obtained his perennial tan while playing tennis.
Nick had sent him some commendable beauties through the years. He even coached his son, Sal, how to do the business. Their reciprocal agreement pleased Keith. Continuity, for him, was crucial. Keith greased Nick's palm with moolah, providing he furnished the needed bodies. Keith measured talent by the ratings-not thespian skill. If viewers craved true performance, there was always the theatre.
The hour grew late at the studio. Keith normally stayed until eight or nine, enjoyed a light dinner, then read all the trade papers before retiring. His wife, Alicia, was accustomed to that schedule. He wondered if she suspected he often grabbed himself a piece of ass before heading home.
A soft rapping sounded at the door. That was the arranged signal. Keith instructed the night watchman to lead the budding starlet to his office after he established identification. Some of the babes were generally shy about delivering their wares in such a professional setting, while others gladly bared them. Keith relished variety. Modesty was acceptable, along with brazenness.
"Come in," he gently invited.
A slim brunette with black, flashing eyes and a sassy smile entered his corporate abode. Given her direct air, She didn't seem the least hesitant to cater to his erotic caprices.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, his usual overture upon welcoming them.
She strode up to his desk, then went around it before perching her luscious ass beside him. She wore a very short, clinging dress that showcased small breasts, a tiny waist and a titillating set of legs. At closer range, he noted that she was not quite than young, yet her sexiness had his hormones at full flame.
"Who might you be?" he asked, recovering from her brassy entrance.
"Linda Webster." She extended her foot, from which her high heel had fallen, and gravitated to his crotch. "Compliments of Nick Giambalvo."
He watched her toe's stimulating approach. His dick twitched in his pants. "My good buddy."
"He mentioned that you might have some work for me." She fondled a diamond pendant attached to a gold chain adorning her neck. The movement of her fingers was highly suggestive.
Keith nodded to the lump burgeoning in his pants. "I believe you've figured out where to start."
Smirking, she played with that section of his anatomy. She pressed down, meeting that manly mass. "I didn't realize I was going to audition for such a big part."
"It gets bigger, depending on what you do with it."
A wicked smile creased her lips. "Tell me how."
"I think you already know, baby." He rolled his chair toward her, delighted at how those sleek legs came apart and framed his head. Linda didn't need much grooming; she had the script down pat.
He hooked the edge of her dress with his thumbs and eased it over her lips. Brown fluff met his gaze.
"Mmmmm. No panties."
"Not usually, she said, sliding toward his face. "They tend to get in the way."
Keith let out his tongue. "I know what you mean, babe."
"Ohhhh," Linda moaned, pushing herself at Keith's face. Older men, in her opinion, were eons ahead of their younger counterparts. A lot could be said for experience. "Yes, do it. Do it."
His tip curled and probed through juicy tissue. Her pink folds became saturated with nectar. Pushing into it, he gulped the profusion of liquid sugar. Moving her hips, she smeared his nose and cheeks with her hot drippings.
"You're very sweet," he muttered, briefly lifting his mouth before driving back into her cunt. "Mmmmm."
Linda moaned, drilled by that pointed tongue. She pivoted on his desk, letting him tongue-fuck her.
Keith snapped up that tangy pussy. He cupped her shaking buttocks, dragging her tightly to his mouth. One feverish suck followed another. He fastened his hands, hoisting her above his face. His hunger was strong. Moaning, she pressed her starving pussy to his mouth. His piercing wriggle steeply pleasured her.
Leaning back, Linda balanced herself on flat palms. She lifted her snatch to him, rhythmically pushing. "Mr. Corcoran, you're outstanding. This is definitely the best I've ever had."
"It's something I dearly enjoy."
She glanced at the cock standing through his open fly. During their grouping, he'd unzipped and obviously expected some lip action. Indeed, Keith had a big one. It wasn't merely conjecture, but solid fact. She couldn't refuse a piece of meat like that. Eagerly, she curved her body atop his desk. Her head hung over the side, yet she managed to lower her mouth over it.
Keith's wiggling tip motivated her. She oozed heavily for maximum consumption. The abandoned whips of his tongue precipitated an endless trickle of cunt juice. Linda whimpered as he lashed her, gobbling those savory secretions. They seeped from her loins in an unremitting flow. She loved getting lapped by someone of unequaled talent.
The diamond pendant slipped from her grasp. His expertise made her task more challenging.
She happily repaid Keith's artistry. Spreading her lips, she took him down her throat. She gulped that throbbing cock with renewed energy. Her tongue slithered against a pulsing vessel while making a suctioning descent.
His eyes rolled up in their sockets as her mouth clamped his thick base. "Yes, honey," he groaned, picking up his wriggling tongue from her well-licked clit. "Nicely done. Keep up the good work. Keep moving that tongue, it feels great."
His tremors were prevalent. She seized the opportunity to frantically mouth him, coating that erect member of his with hot saliva. She was oblivious to the rigor of having him submerged in her throat. She relished the contest. The frenzied sucks she received were a bonus. Keith slurped her pussy until she was shaking.
Her diamond pendant glittered by his balls. She would initiate him at the appropriate moment. Detaching herself from that tongue was impossible. He did a stupendous job.
"Tighten up on me, baby," he urged.
Linda made her way up to the enlarged cock-head. She took her time ascending, wiggling higher and higher, staying securely attached. Keith appreciated her passionate suck. His gasps described his immediate pleasure. She eased upward, soaring from the glistening shaft and baring all but the saliva-drenched tip.
Keith shuddered on his back, grunting his approval. "Jesus, I almost exploded."
She teased him by inserting her tip in his cumhole. She tasted a bead of jism. She wanted to gulp down the rest, but realized she'd have to suck it out of him. Gladly, she worked that huge cock back down her throat. Lazily, she gathered it, certain he was going to jizz in her mouth.
Up and down her hungry lips went, madly devouring him. She put forth her best effort in sucking that stiff thing. When the dense spurts of jism filled her mouth, she would begin the hypnosis.
"Look what you've done to it, baby," he gasped. "It's a fucking rock. Slap more spit on it. Keep it juicy so I can slide into your hot throat." He pushed down on her head, urging her to increase her rate of consumption.
The laps he dispensed dazed her. She almost had to stop sucking him, the lightheadedness became so severe. She shook hard, unable to concentrate. Keith centered on her clit, causing it to swell from his stroking tip. Electrical charges coursed through her. The bliss was never-ending, stemming from his wild application. Jesus, he was good. The moist sounds emanating from between her legs thoroughly aroused her. She was dangerously close to spasming.
The high speed at which he functioned gave him the advantage. His robust tone set a precedent. She was caught up in the furor. She couldn't separate the sensations she disbursed, nor the ones he fed her. Everything felt great. Linda tried to get her mouth back on his cock, but Keith changed position. She didn't resist. He pulled her up on his lap.
"You need to sit on my cock," he muttered. "I want to be smashed inside your tight pussy."
Linda tried to catch her breath. She couldn't argue with his logic, other than it pushed back her plan. They had the whole evening to accomplish her objective. Getting that monster in her snatch seemed vastly preferable.
The blunt edge of his cock was at her sopping entrance. Keith, stroking his dick, longed to penetrate her. Moaning, she pushed down with her pussy.
"Mr. Corcoran." Her mouth dropped open in sweet agony. His dick was so hard, stabbing her pulsing center. It split her apart as it dug into her cunt flesh. "Oh, God. Ohhhh. Yes. That's where it belongs, in there." He filled her with purpose. Her hips worked him into her. Her hot pussy lips covered every inch of that large cock. She writhed on his lap, savoring his awesome fit. There was so much of him to cram into that tight slot. The thought of fucking that gorgeous cock of his made her so horny, she couldn't help herself.
Her diamond pendant thumped on her tits, an unconscious reminder not to fall short of her goal. Breaking into a sweat, she lowered the top portion of her dress and showed him her bullet-shaped nipples. His eyes flickered over them before glazing over. The cunt, smothering his cock, took precedence.
"Fuck me," he ordered.
She went on bouncing on her roost, humping him fast and hard. Gritting her teeth, she savored that swollen growth lodged between her pussy lips. She clasped his muscled thighs, grazing the sinew. She looked under her and saw his balls resting just below her ass, with that thick cock wrenching her snatch apart. His plunging hardness almost split her in two.
Keith groaned, pushing it into her soaked hole. He slid to the hilt, then twisted. Her cunt pinched his heavy stem. "Oh, yeah. You're nice and tight."
She exhaled sharply, then encircled his biceps. His dick shifted, spearing further into her squishy recess. She stared down at his handsome face, then submitted to the burrowing sensation.
He leisurely fucked her with his cock, easing his bulk through her juicy cunt lips. That slow, tunneling motion brought incomparable splendor.
Keith, visibly elated, parked himself in her snug pussy. His eyes glossed over and his mouth became taut as her cunt squeezed him.
Those slick lips closed around his stroking cock.
"Yes, Mr. Corcoran," she sobbed as he climbed in her snatch and rubbed the deeply frustrated area.
He groaned as she sank to his balls. She climbed his thick inches, then bore down with her pussy. "Ride me, honey," Keith gasped from her moist friction. "Ride my cock. Ride it good."
"Yes." She shut her eyes, sustaining the momentum. His thumbs depressed the firm flesh of her hips before drawing her to the bottom. He elevated his crotch, completing the connection. The muscles of her pussy involuntarily constricted. Having that thriving mass of man in her snatch provoked it.
Keith seemed glad to be locked in her slippery clutch. She made him groan when she pressed down, filling herself with cock.
"Oh, yeah." He trembled from the kiss of those wet, sucking pussy lips. They squeaked up and down his rigid shaft. Bracing his heels, he fucked back.
Those blue eyes stared at her. When her cunt totally smothered him, she noticed their blank departure. She ran her fingers through the dark strands of reddish blond hair at the side of his head. Beads of sweat appeared at his bald top. At that instant, he was very sexy.
Keith watched her lips circle as all that feverish energy reached a crescendo. He could feel her cum. She jerked up and down his shaft, huffing and contorting. Her nipples bulged over his face. She bucked and writhed, riding out the splendor.
When he sensed she could hardly continue, he lowered her onto the top of his desk. His cock stayed in her contracting pussy. She wrapped him with her sleek legs. Once on her back, she began receiving his hard, deep strokes. He leaned into her, pulled back, then dipped into her juicy cunt. He held the backs of her thighs, pushing forward, driving into her widened cunt. Sweat poured from his body, dampening the curls of hair. She moaned as he pumped her, experiencing his mounting excitement as his cock plunged much deeper.
"Oh, my God," she sobbed at the peak of connection. "Ohhhh."
He stabbed into her, making her feel his pounding excitement. The young woman was an exceptional lay. He could scarcely withhold the urge to cum.
Keith hooked her legs over his shoulders, then seized her by her upper arms. He drove savagely into her, making her experience his virile energy.
Her toes curled as he thrust that huge cock into her pussy. Her tits shook, flicking sweat.
"Don't stop, Mr. Corcoran. Please. Don't stop."
He closed his eyes as he shoved himself into her. His dick speared into that hot, clinging squish. He felt a tingling deep in his balls.
Linda undulated beneath him, obtaining total transport. She never thought she could ascend to such a plane. She watched that stiff cock glide in and out of her pussy.
The moist, slippery noises he produced reverberated along with their labored breathing. The air in his office became almost stagnant.
She slid her hand into his shirt, which had become unbuttoned during their frantic coupling. Fanning her fingers in the wealth of his chest hair, she grazed his nipples. He flinched, sensitive to her touch. He stared at her with those hungry, blue spheres, reflecting his enjoyment. She caressed his chest. His heart thudded beneath her palm.
The time to hypnotize him was at hand. She had to use it wisely if she was to find Sheila.
"Are you ready?" he grunted, jabbing her with that hard dick.
She nodded. The urge to cum was too sweet to resist. She knew, once he started fucking her like that, that it would happen. "Cum inside me, Mr. Corcoran. I want to feel you pouring into my pussy."
His strokes came faster, harder. His features turned crimson.
"I'm cumming," she wailed, "cumming."
"Now, baby. Cum with me now!"
His face screwed up in a mask of pain, then his eyes went blank. He jizzed, squirting a full load in her snatch. She tried to watch, but was overcome by some of the most delicious spasms she'd ever had. She slammed herself to his groin, taking what pleasure she could from his rigid thing. Her clit radiated with passion.
By the time her breathing reached normalcy, Keith's cock had stopped jerking. He did not try to pull out, lingering in her flooded snatch. Both knew that once he unplugged himself, the jism would spill.
Weakly, she clasped her pendant and aimed it at those glassy eyes. She urged him to look at it while he was still disoriented from orgasm.
Keith sought it out after several gulps. The diamond radiated an inescapable flurry of colors. His blue spheres froze in their sockets, then enlarged as she positioned it for prolonged viewing.
"Surrender to it," she whispered, still aching from his thrusts. He hadn't pulled out yet and the jism floated around his submerged member. "Accept it. You cannot look away, not even for a second."
Keith's will descended into the abyss she consigned all her subjects.
She detached herself from that big cock, gritting her teeth as the head popped out. As predicted, jism oozed from her fucked lips, and dribbled onto his desk. She couldn't be bothered with the mess. An inordinate amount of time had been consumed with his preparation. She inched away, severing their connection.
"Where is Sheila Davenport?" she demanded.
"She is with the boss," he mechanically responded.
"The boss? I believed you were head of the studio."
"No, there is someone of higher authority."
"Where can I find this person?"
"In the office across from mine."
Linda recalled the closed door when passing it on her way to Corcoran's lavish suite. Distinguishing no conversations behind the gleaming oak, she had thought nothing of it. "Sheila Davenport is in that office right now?"
"Yes."
Linda did not doubt him. She had him in her thrall. Lying was beyond his capabilities.
She walked out of the office, fueled with adrenaline. Her half-sister was behind that door. A mixture of exhilaration and fear pumped through her veins. For a minute, she wondered if she was being led into a trap. She should have questioned Corcoran further, but realized her desire to be reunited with Sheila outweighed all else.
She depressed the door handle and pushed. The massive slab of oak swung open, revealing an office of superior size and elegance. A large desk lay ahead, the huge leather chair turned around. She detected the presence of someone sitting in it, gazing out at the twinkling stars and backdrop of glittering Los Angeles.
"Sheila?" she called out to the back of that chair. "Are you there? Is that you?"
No response came.
Linda was confident her half-sister was absent from the room, and instead, the diabolical head of Meridian Pictures sat in that seat.
"Who are you?" she asked. "Show yourself to me.
With that, the chair whirled back, and in it sat an attractive blonde whom she vividly remembered.
"Oh my God," Linda gasped. "You're the one in charge?"
"Yes," Cynthia Rush said, "it's me."
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Wonderful," Cynthia Rush declared, "we're all accounted for, as it should be."
The bile rose in Linda's throat. In the room, she gazed at her half-sister, Sheila Davenport, and friend, Paula. Also present was Jack Tremain, fixing her with an ugly scowl. Cynthia, no doubt, released him from slavery. Her former mentor was the only one known to possess such a talent.
What alarmed her most was Sheila's transfixed state. Those legendary green eyes were locked in another world to which Cynthia held the key.
"She's not the same," Cynthia remarked, observing Linda's mounting dismay. "I did to her what you've been doing all along in amassing your fortunes."
"We never left them like that," Paula snarled, forgetting her fear.
Cynthia lifted her brow. "Does stealing from the rich make it right?"
Paula bit her lip. She couldn't comfortably debate the matter.
"I can guess what happens next," Linda murmured. "Apparently, you wish to add to your collection."
"You deserve worse, bitch," Jack snapped. "A helluva lot worse."
His petulance did not startle Linda. "What do you plan on doing after we're inducted? You've stressed your repugnance to criminal activity. What will you gain by it?"
"I control this studio," Cynthia calmly explained. "I govern its every decision throughout the creative process. It has never lost a cent, not with me at the helm." She gestured to Sheila. "She's watched over my staff, ensuring their loyalty, guarding against deception. There are too many ambitious people in this industry. It is overrun by opportunists through calculation and design. I won't settle for the production of pure drek while they sell the better efforts to the highest bidder. I fully intend to protect my investment, and will require your help to do so."
"Manipulation, eh?" Paula taunted. "Wholesale slavery, and us as your dutiful watchdogs? That, you consider commendable over what we've done. I think your logic is severely twisted."
Cynthia glared at her. "I will derive much pleasure having you personally serve me.
Perhaps I will reserve a more suitable fate that includes waiting on me hand and foot."
"Fuck you," Paula sneered.
Cynthia tinkled with laughter. "We'll have some of that, too."
"Yeah," Jack chimed in, stroking himself through his pants, "and none of you will be seeing any of this unless you work for it. The cost, unlike before, is going to be considerably marked up."
Linda detested what they proposed. "I will not submit to this, nor will Paula."
"You have no choice," Cynthia said, "none at all." She clasped her pendant. "Jack, restrain her while I begin."
Linda retreated from his menacing grip. "You'll have to kill me first."
"We'd rather die than serve you," Paula spat.
"You won't have to," Dave Fairfield said, showing up at the door with a gun. He released the catch, then pointed it at Jack. "Move a step closer to her, buddy, and you've had it."
"David, darling," Cynthia purred, "how did you escape that locked room? I bolted it myself."
"I kicked it down, babe. My shoulder is sore as hell, but it was worth the pain." He gestured to Jack. "Get away from her, pal. You might cause my finger to slip."
Jack, growling, obeyed.
Cynthia shook her head in disgust. "Do you honestly believe you're going to walk out of here with Sheila and be done with it? Have you forgotten she is in my control? I hold the means of reviving her."
"Do it," Paula snarled, "now."
"Never," Cynthia declared. "My power is greater than yours. You haven't a chance."
Linda and Paula exchanged looks and confirmed they were on the same wavelength. "Is that right?" Linda said. "Well, let's see about that."
Paula went to the door and began calling people by name. "Russ, George, Jim, Sharon, Bob ... come here, now."
-likewise, Linda did the same. "Keith, Alex, Lisa, Steve, Bill ... we need you this minute."
At their command, the room was thronged with those they had enslaved with their diamond pendants. People previously mesmerized automatically came to her when called. They had always planted a post hypnotic order, that whenever their services were required, they would promptly answer. Fortunately for Linda and Paula, many employees lingered after hours at the studio and lent their assistance.
Cynthia watched in horror as their slaves surrounded her. She had no idea the two had thoroughly infiltrated her ranks. "How did this happen without my knowledge?"
"You were too immersed in subterfuge," Dave pointed out. "Apparently, they were trying to find Sheila and gained them as servants."
"No!" Her beautiful face turned ugly. "No!"
Linda looked at Keith Corcoran. "Remove her pendant."
Keith tore it from her throat. Cynthia cried as the gold chain broke, then was taken from her.
"Stripped of your weapon, are you?" Paula blithely asked. "What imagine tricks do you have left?"
Cynthia tried making a dash for the door, but there were too many bodies to dodge. "How dare you usurp my authority! These are my people."
"Their souls belong to us," Linda said, clasping her diamond. "Hold her for me, while I do the honors."
"Oh no," Cynthia screamed. "Please, not that."
"A taste of your own medicine, Cynthia. An eye for an eye." Linda leveled the jewel at her eyes. "Resistance is futile."
Cynthia, held captive by male and female servants, squirmed. Linda exhibited her dazzling array of colors and ordered her to seek its center. Cynthia struggled, but eventually, she did succumb.
As her mind blanked out all reality, Sheila blinked rapidly and moaned. She rubbed her forehead as though nursing a severe headache, then saw Linda. "What's happened? I can't remember."
Paula and Linda embraced her together. They exchanged kisses and hugs, glad to be reunited. "It's a long story. We'll fill you in later."
Dave shrugged. "What happened?"
"When Cynthia became Linda's slave," Paula explained, "her grip on Sheila ended."
Everything wound down after that. They sent Cynthia on her way, minus her hypnotic talents and pendant. Dave took fire at the glittering jewel, exploding it into tiny fragments. Her mentoring days were through.
Jack, a frightened man, took flight. He wanted nothing more to do with the mesmerizing females now that their memories were fully intact. Linda had enslaved him once and she could do it again.
Dave forgave Sheila. His disgust with her criminal past became a moot point. He did, however, inform her that there was no future for them. He refused to carry on with a criminal, albeit a beautiful one.
Linda prepared a final dinner while Paula and Sheila led Dave to the bedroom. Now that Sheila was again herself, she looked forward to making up for lost time.
Dave lay back on the bed, naked, as the women lavished him with feline attention. Sheila's lips drifted to him. He took advantage of their softness-while Paula methodically stroked him. She swirled around his nipples, caressing his smooth chest, then progressively explored his lower region. Her fingers curled around his pubes. Expanding her circular path, she encompassed his cock and balls. Dave groaned from her feathery touch. Meticulously fondling him, she enlarged his shaft. He slowly thickened in her velvety clasp.
Not to be discounted, Sheila roamed Dave's massive chest. She loved its brawny surface. Dave lowered his tongue into her mouth, coaxing hers into activity. Sheila responded to his lazy prod. The spark of lust he ignited filtered through her system. Her nipples hardened from the tingling surge.
Dave, infatuated by her stiffened peaks, caressed them. Sheila sighed. Dave traced their pulsing extension while they locked their lips. His coarse fingertips accentuated her pleasure. Their tongues leisurely darted.
Paula deftly handled his burgeoning member. Rather than taking him in her fist and jerking that dick into a functional state, she was careful. Her manual artistry routinely affected Dave. His amplified tremors were clearly due to Sheila's alluring presence. Paula acknowledged the pointed condition of her nipples and increased moisture between her legs. She held Sheila partially responsible.
Dave's arm went around Sheila. He dragged her to him. His hand swept up and down the curve of her spine before settling over her ass. Squeezing her buns, he elicited a moan. Paula perceived his yearning to fuck her. She could tell he wanted Sheila's hot pussy.
Paula elected to heat things up. She situated herself before Dave and his swollen cock. Her tongue snaked toward the bulbous tip. Gently, she licked him. Instantly, he shifted, digesting that titillating flutter. She skimmed his thighs, then grazed his balls and executed a second slurp. The sinew rippled in his powerful limbs. She danced over his flesh, relishing its pulsating rebuttal. After a moment's worth of torment, she accepted his plump knob. Her lips twisted about its overlapping rim. Dave lifted himself to her face, but she quickly reversed direction.
Paula gestured to his dick. "Your turn," she told Sheila.
Sheila peered into Dave's seductive eyes before lowering her mouth. When level with his crotch, he swung his cock to her. She gazed at him when lengthening her tongue. Sheila lashed his domed head without hurry. Dave shut his eyes at her sizzling contact. Elated, Sheila lapped his taut flesh with lush precision. Her subsequent darting brought him to full extension.
Paula sailed over his balls. She neared Sheila's face when luxuriously moistening Dave. Her tongue pirouetted over his velvet pouch. Sheila bestowed his crown an abundance of kisses. Their joint work quickened his breathing. His head lobbed and an ecstatic smile took shape.
"Oh, yes," he groaned, towering above them. The luxury of two tongues suited him. "Suck me.
Sheila framed Dave's sac with her hand while absorbing his cock. He heavily throbbed in her mouth. Her lips glided over his vein-ridden sides until his cock disappeared in her warm, wet orifice. She sucked strongly, rousing a satisfied grunt. Back and forth she went, clasping his taut skin. Seconds later, she detached her lips and delicately licked his underside. She traced the jutting edge of his tip, dabbing bubbles that leisurely formed.
Paula's lips curved. She was happy to see Sheila please him and drenched his balls with saliva. Hair and skin passed under her tickling sweep. She stroked his muscular thighs, discerning their tremors.
Paula cuddled against Dave. Cupping the back of her head, he steered her to his mouth. They kissed while Dave buried himself in Sheila's face. He methodically pumped her cheeks while exploring Paula's oral warmth. She sobbed down his throat. Dave thoroughly turned her on. He simultaneously caressed her erect nipples. The roughness of his fingertips was a stimulant. She shivered as they sent gratifying jolts through her.
Sheila took immense pleasure in sucking his dick. Dave pistoned his hips to meet her steady gobble. She opened wide to receive his tasty hard-on. His brown nest brushed her cheeks as she took huge mouthfuls of him. She sought his pulse while running her tongue over his ample member. His erratic beat thrilled her.
At length, Sheila withdrew her serpentine tip. Dave's cock stood upright, absolutely rigid. Her lapping made him bone-hard. Her saliva thoroughly coated him. She granted him a final wiggle, then bestowed his bulbous knob a peck.
Paula went after those sensual lips. She pressed herself to them, then sank her tongue. Inside that smoldering mouth she went. Sheila's tongue was poised for her arrival. She darted ambitiously at Paula. Those hard nipples stabbed her flesh. Paula immediately gasped.
Seeing them play intensely aroused Dave. He stroked his cock while witnessing their steamy behavior. Their hunger drew his lust.
Sheila's incredible ass gyrated before him. He couldn't ignore its invitation. Spreading her legs, he glimpsed the arrangement of pink flesh.
Sheila's pussy seemed eager to have him. At once, he positioned himself for entry. He separated her hot folds with the tip of his cock. Using his head to push aside the sticky layers, he felt the sweltering warmth of her hole.
Sheila fathomed Dave's need to fuck. The blunt end of his cock notified her of that urge. He clamped her soapy mound, then speared her. His fat dick sank into her cunt. "Oh, my God," she cried as Paula's boyfriend plummeted through her hot squish. "Ohhhh."
"It's been a while since you had it," he muttered. Her snatch instantly grabbed him. He enjoyed its clamp. Forward he drove, savoring that lack of resistance. That pussy swallowed him to the root. His balls gently spanked her buns. "Is it as good as you remember?"
Sheila couldn't speak above the lump in her throat. She bent down, spreading her legs wider, then flew back at him. Their flesh noisily collided. Sheila welcomed penetration. Dave went far into her hot, wanting snatch. His thrusts fractured her breathing. She moaned from his lumbering movement. Her cunt puckered that thick, inflexible shaft.
Watching Dave submerge himself in Sheila titillated Paula. She brushed Dave's lips, then lowered her tongue into his mouth. Her fingers lightly scratched his nipples. They were comparable to small pebbles. Dave sluggishly responded. After dazing him, she whispered in his ear. "Give it to her, baby. Go slowly."
Dave's brown pupils were dull and moist. He appeared lost in contemplation while pumping Sheila. He jammed his cock into her embracing heat.-likewise, Paula seemed engrossed in his burrowing dick. Sheila mirrored ecstasy. Her dark eyes glazed over during Dave's sawing motion. Paula heard squishy sounds as he sliced deeply into her pussy.
Paula groped Sheila's nipples. Her skin was warm to the touch. She heated up, connected to Dave.
Paula gazed at the bridge of hard, male flesh that protruded from Sheila's cunt. She tensed with excitement while noting how he piloted his solid shaft straight through those sodden lips, splitting them to admit his bulk. Although lending the impression of being in another world, he masterfully drove into her. She shoved her ass to him, searching for more.
"Oh, yeah," Sheila sobbed, taking it. "Give it to me, hard and fast."
Dave sank into her sweltering warmth. "Whatever you say, baby." He cupped her tits. Her nipples sizzled against his palm. His hands streamed down her front until enfolding her mound. Pressing her quivering buns to him, he vigorously squeezed.
"I want your juices all over my dick," he whispered in her ear as he pumped her hot squish. Cupping her mound, he lifted her before that stiff cock fully impaled her.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered. He maintained a resolute grip on her pussy. He hauled her back until his balls were planted on her quivering cheeks. After savoring her thrilling tightness, he receded. Before she recovered from his bewildering plunge, he reinstalled himself. "Oh, God."
A hot, spongy pussy covered him. His dick pulsated in her crushing heat. Her flesh gripped him fast, yanking his taut skin. His eyes curved up into their sockets as he savored his fit. His balls rested at the bottom of her puffy lips before he eased himself from her juicy grasp. Back and forth he went, savoring the friction. "Fuck that big dick of mine, baby. Grease it up."
Paula stationed herself behind Dave. Smashing her mound to his muscular buns, she hugged him. Her hands swam over his chest. Manually, she aggravated his nipples. At his ear, she purred. "Jam it into her, baby. Make her feel you." She pushed him forward, guiding him into Sheila's cunt.
Dave grinned from her shove. He liked having her furry snatch in his crack. "Push me into her pussy."
She ground herself to his ass, simplifying his slide into Sheila. Sheila's mounting sobs excited her. "She hasn't had it for a long time. Show her what she's been missing," she sighed, pistoning her hips. "Fuck her."
Sheila feverishly rocked herself to him. Dave snuck a finger into her folds and found her clit. He jiggled that inflamed button while fucking her. Sheila gasped from double stimulation. Not only did she benefit from the lunge of his cock, but had that gratifying rotation, too.
His dick was virtual rock, plunging into her starved depths. Its steady massage accentuated her joy. Once he kindled the blaze in her loins, it became inextinguishable. Clutching the faucets, she grounded him with her inflamed pussy. He groaned from her clench. His finger never stopped in its wiggle. "Oh, God. I'm going to cum."
Dave distanced himself from her orgasm. He wanted to please her without erupting. Her soft, rounded buttocks bounced off him, delivering their kiss. He groaned as the tension mounted. Sheila's cunt gulped him whole, her sodden lips yielding to his hungry push. He crammed every pulsing inch into that gobbling receptacle.
"Come on, baby," he muttered, feeding her cock. Her love button palpitated under his manual persuasion. He suspended neither of those incentives. He sawed into her with purpose. "Do it. Do it now."
Sheila moaned from the building crescendo. Dave steadily drove her to that dizzying summit. She vibrated against him, then experienced the boom. His dick jerked in her pussy, magnifying her convulsion. He enveloped her with those powerful forearms. She clenched her teeth, then sharply exhaled. Her nails sank into his flesh.
Paula, based behind Dave, gripped his ass and guided him into Sheila during her climatic release. She helped bring her to orgasm. Watching Sheila cum afforded her an enormous thrill.
Dave slipped out of Sheila. His cock emerged sticky and severely rigid. At his detachment, Sheila moaned. Dave's retreat created a nagging void. He turned to Paula. "How about finishing me off, baby?" Motioning to his dick, he ran it through his fist.
Paula was pleased to be pressed into service. Dave's desire to shoot appeared crucial. His dick stood in the air, intensely excited. She grazed his balls with her fingertips, then caressed his stout cock.
Sheila, reclaiming her senses, floated into Paula's arms. She still shook from Dave's virile energy. Massaging her sore pussy, she continued to smart from his extensive probe. Dave's immense diameter strained her. She rubbed Paula with her mound, assuaging her ache. Paula's nipples stabbed her. Their mouths came together in a hungry rush. Sheila explored her oral warmth.
Paula presented her ass to him. Her legs opened and pussy expanded. Its borders gleamed with enthusiasm. Inhaling her husky fragrance, he could restrain himself no longer. Gripping his base, he guided himself into her saturated heat. Her cunt lips divided at the tension he exerted, then buckled under it. She widened around his bulbous head, then gradually swallowed him.
Paula broke away from Sheila. She clutched her while Dave buried himself. His initial penetration never failed to steal her breath. Her nails sank into Sheila's shoulder as he filled her. A rapturous smile formed. "God, it's so big. Ohhhh."
Paula's lips formed a circle, venting a rush of hot air. She heard Dave's greasy connection as well. His cock settled in Paula's cozy snatch. Having just gotten fucked by it, she understood her joy.
Dave started fucking her in the same lazy manner. The sound of Paula's pussy completely absorbing him riled Sheila. She yearned to again be on the receiving end of his thrust. The walls of her pussy tingled from their recent confrontation with that monster.
Paula's blue eyes grew dull as Dave pumped her. Sheila could see his cock protrude from her distended hole. He slid in and out, stuffing her snatch.
Dave relished the change in pussy. Paula felt different to him. He seized her hips and plunged himself to the bottom of that gripping warmth.
Sheila noted an increased roughness. Savagely, he rammed into her. Her ass bounced from his groin. He showed no tenderness, cramming thick bone into her cunt. Paula trembled as it disappeared into her slick hole.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned, "make me cum. Milk me with those juicy lips."
Paula swerved back to meet him. Her buttocks noisily ricocheted. His balls pummeled her backside. Unlike Sheila, Paula succeeded in rousing his animal fervor.
Dave's behavior made Sheila horny. Observing that straight, rock-hard shaft entering Paula's damp groove prompted that urge.
She arranged herself between their legs. Above, Dave tumultuously introduced himself into that wet pussy. His cock plunged into that juicy center, then withdrew. His balls swayed with frantic motion. Running her hands over the backs of Dave's thighs and then Paula's smooth legs, Sheila noted their mutual satisfaction. Her girlfriend was of a silky consistency, while Dave was firm.
Sheila slurped the section of Dave that jutted from Paula. She lashed his veins, then flickered over the tasty flesh that enclosed him. She licked pussy and cock with equal abandon.
"Stroke me, deeply," Paula begged while Sheila tongued her saturated borders. Dave shoved himself to the back, filling her completely. "Ohhhh."
Sheila bestowed them with equal amounts of spittle. She moistened Paula's snatch, then lashed Dave's hard dick. Paula's honey dripped on her busy tip.
Dave threw back his head and growled. He roughly fucked Paula, jamming himself into her snatch. Sheila's licks improved the quality of their connection. "Christ," he hoarsely exclaimed, "that feels good. Keep my dick wet."
Sheila made certain of drenching Dave's balls in saliva. She immersed them in foam.
She did not neglect Paula's cunt. Her tongue wiggled over that tasty patch, dispersing globs of froth. She cleaned Paula's gummy flaps, then dabbed at the juicy trench for her excess nectar. Sheila relished her sugary flavor. Dave, however, persisted in jamming that space with meat. Lowering his cock to the hilt, he dominated that region.
Despite his occupancy, Sheila's lapping affected Paula. "You're going to make me cum, sweetheart," she wailed. No amount of pitching deterred her. "Oh, yeah. I'm almost there."
Inspired by her strained announcement, Sheila feverishly prevailed. She licked her savory flesh until Paula was a shivering wreck.
"Ohhhh," Paula gasped, contracting. "Ohhhh."
Dave couldn't remain embedded in Paula-not in her frenzied condition. He throbbed from the culmination of her efforts. Sheila's tongue whipped him into numbness. "I'm going to shoot. Oh, yeah."
Sheila's licks abounded. She slurped the excitement that seeped from Paula's cunt, washing them from Dave's delving shaft. One rippling stroke replaced another. Dave's abnormal breathing signaled that he was at his quaking pinnacle.
"Keep moving that tongue, baby." His mouth dropped open while his eyes shut. "Arghh."
Dave yanked out without preliminary. He spewed on Paula's ass, showering her with hot jism. Sheila lapped his creamy splatter. Her tongue waltzed over Paula's vibrant flesh, collecting his spent cum.
"Mmmmm," she purred, blotting the mess he created.
"I wish you wouldn't go," Sheila told Dave when they were laying back on the sheets. "Perhaps we can compromise."
He shook his head. "If I weren't such a righteous man that might be possible."
She bit her bottom lip. "I hate to lose you. Isn't there some way of keeping you in my life?"
He shrugged. "Give up hypnosis?" She winced.
"I didn't think so." He brushed her lips with his. "Keep it in mind, baby, and know that you can always find me when you're ready."
