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Hot Talk ....(83k)    by Barbara Boinck

CHAPTER ONE

I should have anticipated an explosion on the set, given the day's topic: "Women Who Have Stolen Their Sister's Boyfriends." Not only did the material hold that kind of promise, but my guests, two excitable girls, guaranteed the kind of emotional outburst my audiences had come to expect. I'd become accustomed to such flare-ups-I wouldn't have been Barbara Grant, celebrated talk show hostess, otherwise. People appearing on my show, Hot Talk, aired their dirty laundry with unfailing regularity. It was common ground for the verbal masochists in the world, who felt vindicated when disclosing highly charged intimate details.

I would have liked to believe that a sector of my viewers-perhaps the male populationtuned in for me, rather than my flammable subject matter. After all, I wore some rather revealing outfits. I loved flaunting myself before my viewers. My costume designer interpreted my exhibitionistic tendencies with stunning selections. My dresses, for example, had to be tight, low-cut (to show as much of those big, billowy tits as possible) and short (to display my gorgeous legs) to gain approval. I especially liked off-the-shoulder apparel, as it afforded my audience an even more sumptuous view of my tits, a peek at my back and, of course, a titillating picture of my softly rounded shoulders. I enjoyed the feathery contact of my light brown hair as it flowed and whipped over my skin; I had it styled in such a fashion to drape and flatter my profile.

I did date some of my guests. As an interviewer, I was exceptional; in bed, dynamite. I read people's minds and anticipated their sexual needs as freely as getting a handle on their most complex frustrations. I loved to probe and uncover, providing my subject was willing. I provided strong eye contact and a sympathetic smile while drilling them for "juice." Extracting and unraveling secrets was a fulfilling challenge. Making people cry wasn't my intent, but if I happened to stumble upon that emotion, I went for gold. Afterward, I'd be quick to offer compassion and understanding. I'd enjoy the soothing process, too; people like to feel appreciated for their honesty, even at the risk of character assassination.

As a result, very little fazed me. I loved my job, as well as its perks-particularly of the sexual variety. I was rarely home on a Saturday night, unless I had company in bed. I was invited to all sorts of engagements, paired with some of the hottest male stars for charity functions, and had been known to indulge in a little hardcore fun afterward.

I enjoyed creating attention with the purpose to entice. Although known to sensationalize topics, I remained professional throughout each session, balanced and composed-the glue that kept each show together. My positive attitude was reflected in my ratings.

My daily hope was that the best stuff got past the censors. I had repeatedly visited my producer's office, defending the excised scenes, occasionally successful in partially restoring some deletions.

"All right, Jane," I stated to my first guest while crossing my spectacular legs (conscious of the hemline creeping seductively up my hot thighs), "why don't we begin with your version of the story? Tell us of your ordeal."

Jane, a quiet blonde appearing to be the victim, cleared her throat and addressed the audience. "I went out with Roger for six months before he was introduced to my sister. I would say we were generally happy with each other."

"Ha!" quipped the stacked blonde, obnoxiously snapping a piece of gum, sitting across from her. "He was bored. He's seen more excitement at a Taffy Pull."

"Christine," I told Jane's sister, "you'll have your chance in a moment."

Christine flipped me the finger-a gesture that caused the audience to gasp and did not escape the cameras. I pretended not to notice, for the sake of getting on with Jane's account. Such interruptions were prevalent.

"The trouble started when Roger and I arrived back at my apartment after taking in a movie. Christine, who had been in the shower, emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. After catching Roger's eye, she deliberately untied the knot and let the towel drop to the floor."

"It was an accident!" Christine shouted.

Jane turned to her. "You wanted him to see you naked!"

Christine rolled her eyes with exaggeration. "I didn't even know you brought a man home. When I saw him, I was shocked. Everything happened so fast."

Jane, shaking, looked at me with tears pouring from her eyes. "I was so humiliated. Before that moment, I always thought of my sister with respect; now, I regard her as a tramp. A shameless, self-serving, deceitful tramp." A fresh onslaught of tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Oh, please!" Christine waved, then blew a bubble until it popped. "Put the onion back in your pocket, baby, it's making your mascara run."

"It was an accident, you say?" Jane quoted, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. "If that was the case, then why did you proceed to take him into my bedroom to have sex?"

The audience exhaled sharply in reply.

"Don't listen to her," Christine called out to them. "She fabricates at will."

"Christine," I patiently reminded, "I believe your sister still has the mike. If you'd be so kind as to let her finish, we'll give you an opportunity to defend your actions."

"I'm not going to sit back and get trashed by this little moron," Christine growled.

"Please," I requested, before giving Jane my full concentration. "You may continue."

"I couldn't bear to listen to the disgusting animal sounds they made. I fled my apartment, torn apart. After that, Roger disappeared. He made himself inaccessible to me. My calls were left unanswered. Finally, there was a confrontation when I visited him at work. I heard one excuse after another-none of them valid. It was then that I saw the damning evidence." Jane, her bottom lip trembling, pointed an accusatory finger at Christine. "He had a picture of you sitting on his desk!"

Christine shrugged. "What can I say? I had extras."

More sobbing, more incensed words followed. "You purposely wooed him away from me, just to prove how much better you are!"

"I did not," Christine maintained, filing her nails with an emery board she just happened to have. "You're just jealous of my looks. It's your practice to blame people. Look in the mirror-if you can stand it."

"You've always wanted everything I had!" charged Jane. "You stole my Malibu Barbie when we were young, after you ruined the hair on your doll with Vaseline!"

"Hey, I was just trying to give the doll a mousse job. How was I supposed to know all the curls would go limp?" Christine shrugged. "Face up to it, baby. I can't help it if I'm delectable. Nature blessed me with this face, this body, for a reason. There wasn't anything left to give you."

"Are you implying I'm a crone?"

Christine glanced up from her emery board. "You said, I didn't."

Jane, having had enough of her sister's tormenting comments, grabbed her by throat. "All right, bitch, none of this would have started if you kept your damned legs closed!"

"No," Christine screamed back, "the poor guy just wanted to get laid. That's why I gave him a piece of ass."

There was no way this was going to make it through the censors. "Are you admitting to the accusation?" I chimed at Christine. "You perpetrated the entire towel-dropping incident?"

"I'm not saying nothing" Christine sniffed, filing her nails and snapping her gum.

"If you don't cut that out," Jane warned, "I'm going to put that emery board up your ass!"

"We ought to pause for a commercial break," I wisely suggested.

"No!" Christine barked. "We've all listened to enough of her crap. I want to tell my side of it."

"You'll have to do that after the commercial break," I insisted, adding a little more bite in my tone. I nodded to the technicians to proceed while informing the studio audience of our intermission. In a quieter voice, I murmured to Christine, "You've been out of line from the start, baby. Cool it, or I'll have to throw you in the penalty box."

Christine threw one leg over the other. "I have a right to defend myself. Nobody else is sticking up for me."

"Who in their sane mind would find logic in what you've done?" Jane rationalized.

"Up yours, baby," she snipped. "You're just sore because I get all the dates and you stay home with your fucking vibrator. I'll bet you've got dust and cobwebs up there, it's been so long."

I caught the signal from the technician. "All right, we're back on the air, girls. Let's turn it down a few octaves and get a grip on yourselves."

"I ought to rip your hair out by the roots," Jane growled. "You're nothing but a slut."

"Better a slut than a wanna-be," Christine cackled. "Those who can, do; those who can't end up on fucking talk shows, ragging about it."

"Bitch!" pronounced Jane.

"Cunt!" shot back Christine.

"Stop the tape," I sighed at the cameraman.

Late that afternoon, after most people had deserted the studio, I walked down the corridor with two of my most hunky technicians. One resembled Lou Diamond Phillips, the other Keanu Reeves. Most of the guys I hired happened to be dead ringers for celebrities-a curious habit of mine.

I never have addressed these guys by their real names. When they came into my employ, they ceased their former identities and assumed those of their look-a-like counterparts. Since most my staff has illusions of stardom and regard their jobs as a means of breaking into show business, humoring me isn't a problem. The "let's pretend" game sustained a fantasy for everyone.

"What a day," I sighed, pressing the button to summon an elevator. "For a while there, I didn't think we had enough presentable tape to air. The censors are going to have a field day."

"That's what they get paid for."

"Lou" remarked, sliding his muscled body right next to me. He was in groping distance. "Let them earn their oats."

"Just the way you two do?" was my retort, letting his bulging biceps and contoured frame dominate my view. Revealing my appetite was not unusual; my "little helpers" intentionally provoked it.

"They couldn't duplicate our talents, even if they tried."

"Keanu" asserted. He vied for my attention as blatantly as his partner-perhaps to a heightened degree. While "Lou" might flaunt himself in my face, "Keanu" would brush against me until the stimulating shocks that bombarded my system cancelled out all visual pleasure of his rival. They were hopeless young men, engaged in competition.

The elevator opened before I could declare my opinion. I saw no reason to pursue the topic. "Shall we?" I held my arm out to them.

Although our original plan was to go to the

Tape Library on the twenty-second floor to check out some background material on an upcoming show, I received the impression we wouldn't arrive there anytime soon. Both men requisitioned me with stirring eye contact. Desire was written jointly over their faces. I could feel the excitement emanate from their crotches.

"I take it you boys didn't go out on a date this past weekend," I murmured, entering the elevator with them flanking my side.

"What makes you say that."

"Keanu" asked, amused with my assessment.

Trailing my feathery touch down his arm, I was pleased to see his inflamed reaction. He could barely contain himself, rocking on his heels, by the time I grazed the perfect network of his stomach muscles.

"You're hurting for some, aren't you?" I whispered.

"Jesus, Barbara-"

The doors had just shut and we were traveling upward. The heat in our compartment was stifling. Before we ascended to the eighth floor, I hit the "stop" button. The car jerked to a halt.

I felt the tremors beneath "Keanu's" solid flesh. I deepened my grope, smoothing my fingertips over pronounced muscle. I saw his Adam's apple ripple.

"What do you say, 'Keanu'? " I asked in a husky voice. "Feel up to it? I sure as hell need a little myself."

The silence that ensued got so thick it was choking. I was fairly certain I was accountable for the rise in temperature.

"Keanu" clenched his fist, but made no motion to remove my wandering fingertips. I gravitated to his crotch, stopping short of his swelling cock and balls. I brushed against his equipment where I encountered burgeoning hardness. His thing was definitely getting big. Demand was placed on the denim that was stretched by his rigid dick.

Delighted, I dropped to my knees and snuggled close to him, grazing him with my tits. "You two have been asking for this since the last taping. There's no reason why I can't oblige you." I smoothed my cheek over his throbbing bulge. "Keanu" was fully swollen, straining the front of his pants. I turned and ran my lips over the protruding shape. His heavy pulsations were felt through the material. Mmmmmm. I gave this man quite an appetite.

"Let's get it out of there," I whispered. "It can't breathe, and I want to make it wet. Come on, baby, let's see what you've got in there. Yeah, I want to see." I eased his zipper down, tugging over that solid lump. The size of his hard-on excited me. "Keanu" was really huge.

I caught a snag halfway across the wide ridge, but managed to tug past it. I unsnapped the top button, then opened his pants. His white cotton briefs displayed the outline of a massive dick. A thickness formed in the base of my throat. I was thrilled at the opportunity to blow him. I wanted that cock to feel the inside of my mouth. It had been days since I'd sucked one-and, I want to add the recipient was tremendously gratified by my lip-smacking, saliva-dripping, hot-suctioning efforts. I gave it only brief reflection before yanking down the elastic rim of his briefs.

"God, you're enormous," I murmured, seeing his meat stretch tall and wide between his legs. It wasn't the first time I'd taken a gander at it; "Keanu" practically wagged it in my face every chance he got. He was essentially proud of his endowment and was flattered by my enthusiastic display. I touched it with my tongue. "Keanu" had a manly taste. Mmmmmm. I wondered if the real McCoy was nearly as good. I began licking his thing, wiggling around it like a snake. It twitched in heated response.

"Jesus." His features tensed just before he slammed back against the rear wall of the elevator. He couldn't escape the fury of my tongue. I followed him, capturing more and more of him until he fought for air.

He reacted to my warm dabs. I could feel-through my mouth-"Keanu's" tension, his muscles expanding and contracting. He cupped my head with his hand and pushed his cock toward me. I opened my mouth and took him in a breathless moan. I vibrated my lips as I covered his throbbing member. I rubbed him with spittle, making his cock even harder, larger. I sucked him good, listening to his gasps of pleasure.

"Yeah, more," I heard him say.

I stroked his balls as I ate him. They were tight and full. I applied my feather touch, teasing him into a frenzy. He lurched in his seat, receptive to the flurry of sensations my lips gave him. I made moist sucking sounds as I mouthed him. My pucker pierced the air. I wasn't the least silent in the lust I demonstrated. I wanted both of them to know I enjoyed sucking cock.

I concentrated on "Keanu's" bulbous cockhead for several stimulating moments. I gathered much of his thick shaft in my fist and massaged him while I licked its purplish top. "Mmmmmmm, I love the way you taste. You get me so hungry. I'm going to eat you good, baby-gonna suck this cock until you explode in my mouth."

"Swallow it."

"Keanu" groaned, pressing down on my head. "Deep-throat it."

"Sure thing." My lips widened as I slid down the base. I was surprised I could take that much without choking. Experience had taught me the art of relaxation. Sucking a dick like "Keanu's" was cake-even if it would have gagged others. You could call me a "real man's woman;" I was the one they thought of when the others couldn't handle it.

"Mmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhhh." My tongue was kept in continual motion, vibrating along the rigid column. I slithered back and forth, up the heavy vein of his underside, getting off on its pulse. His cock beat enthusiastically against my slobbering lips. I soaked him in drool, rinsing it high and low. My cheeks bulged with air. I took that throbbing mass deep. Its palpitations aroused me. I worked into a hot, feverish suck, running my lips up and down that big dick. I was determined to get a mouthful of warm jizz within the next few seconds. "Come on, baby, give it to me, come on, mmmmmmmmm."

"Keanu's" face deepened in color as I worked that cock. His mouth dropped open as he savored every inch I took. His head rocked back and forth. I could feel him pushing toward me, urging me to fit a little more of his big thing down my throat. "Suck me, Barbara, suck that monster. You know how to take it. Work it with those sweet lips, make it throb with your. juicy mouth. Suck all that cock. Make me stiff with your tongue. Yeah, oh, yeah."

He seemed to be growing inside my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his shaft as securely as possible and dragged them up and down that long pole. When I wasn't making oral contact, I used my hand. My fingers swirled around his hairy stomach, coming into play once I lifted my lips to catch my breath. Stimulation was constant, focused. I grabbed him, jerking his dick in my fist.

While I had him in my hand, I was licking his balls. I wasn't shy about getting hair in my mouth. I was fueled by "Keanu's" taste. His flesh bore a masculine scent. I gobbled those balls, saliva oozing from my gliding lips. I vented my warm breath over his skin. Between that and my spit, he was getting extremely turned on. In the meantime, I tugged him until his cock throbbed. He was vibrating with heat, hunger. I squeezed him. That massive bulk felt good in my hand. It remained slippery while I stroked him. I took my mouth off his balls and approached his cockhead. I stared, seeing it crave my dick-pleasuring lips. I gave it a nice, sloppy slurp, glancing up at "Keanu" at the point of contact. He let out a shiver of joy.

"Christ. Oh, baby." His fingers spanning my head pushed down. He fed me his cock in one fluent motion, cramming every inch he could into my mouth. "Eat it, all, ahhhhhhhhhh." He swallowed noisily. "Stay with me, baby. Keep that mouth on my dick. Work that tongue."

I let him fuck my mouth for a few moments. When we got to the thick trunk, I had to unfasten my tightly clasped lips to admit the extra bulk. I ground my face to his pubic thatch, having gulped down his meat. I lingered in this position for a few seconds until he emitted a satisfied groan. Very slowly, I detached my mouth. Webs of saliva clung from my lips, extending to his sucked cock.

I was scarcely aware of "Lou's" activities; having my face stuffed with "Keanu's" cock preempted all thought to his reaction. I suppose in the back of my mind, watching me latch onto "Keanu" aroused "Lou" to fever pitch. Self-imposed entrapment in an elevator had all the earmarks of a sizzling encounter. I heard the rustle of his clothes, but I was too involved in blowing "Keanu" to care.

"You're teasing us, Barbara, aren't you."

"Lou" mentioned from behind. "Starting something you think we can't help you finish? You should know better than that, baby. We always do our job for you."

Since this entire incident was driven by lust, I decided to await the delicious component he was to add. None of us were strangers to a three-way; "Keanu" and "Lou" were eager to demonstrate their sexual creativity, even at the time they were hired. They identified with my need for erotic spontaneity without having been told; their silent understanding was key to their being selected from hundreds of candidates (in addition to their uncanny resemblance to hot stars of the movie screen).

My tits, having fallen out of my blouse, revealed pink swollen nipples. I took a moment to scoop them up and sandwich "Keanu's" cock inside them. The second my warm, billowy flesh rubbed against his saliva-coated skin, he balled his fists and slammed them roughly to the elevator walls.

"Have we tried this before, 'Keanu?'" I teased, bunching those heavenly cushions around his erect member. "Do you like fucking my tits?"

"Oh, yeah," he groaned, working his hips, cramming himself into the tent-like formation. His fever-propelled strokes were facilitated by the foamy spit that lingered on his dick. He ground himself at me, dragging his entire cock through that tingling clutch while his balls brushed my nipples. Both of us felt sparks when the connection was complete. "Oh, Barbara, you're so hot. So sexy."

"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned. "I can feel you throb against my tits. Oh, yeah, 'Keanu.' Fuck those babies. Shove your cock in there. Yeah."

He obeyed. I watched that monster jam into my cleavage, taking advantage of its sweet, bulging fit. His face reflected total bliss.

At length, I detached my tits from his cock, then dipped my head. "Mmmmmmmm." I slid my mouth over his stiff thing. "Oh, yeah, this is mine."

"Lou's" hands were upon me. He was propping my ass high while spreading my legs. He pulled back my silky panties to uncover my pussy. I felt his thumb slither along the crack of my ass, trailing to my plush cunt lips. This seemed to please "Lou." I thought I felt something hard nudge my snatch and quickly learned it was his finger. He effortlessly located my clit and began to jiggle it. He made it swell after playing with it. My pussy started to drip.

"Ohhhhhh," I gasped, delighted at his participation. "Yeah, finger me."

"Jesus-you're really wet," he said. "You're ready for it, aren't you?"

I said nothing, filling my mouth with "Keanu's" cock. "Mmmmmm, I have to suck this."

"Suck it, eat it, blow me."

"Keanu" ordered in between gasps. He fought out each directive as I took larger, energy-sapping mouthfuls. My cock-familiar lips molded to the curve of his excited member.

"Lou" gradually inserted his finger. "How's that? Feel good?"

"Ohhhhh, yes!" I said, rotating my ass for him. He jiggled me, increasing the excitement. He plunged a bit further, probing my juicy snatch. When I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, he withdrew. "Ohhhhh."

"How about this?" Something hard and much larger entered me. At first, I thought it was his thumb, but it kept sinking into me, splitting apart my cunt lips. It pulsated wildly, rich with enthusiasm.

"Ohhhhhh, oh, God."

"Keanu's" cock fell out of my mouth. I reared back, seared by sweet agony. He was burying something big in me, all right. His fucking cock speared into my hot, juicy center. "Jesus."

"Isn't that better?" he grunted, pumping me. "Yeah, your pussy's tight, grabbing my dick."

"Lou" fucked me slowly, letting me enjoy his cock's slick introduction. I wished I could see it, but my face was stuffed with "Keanu's" thing. I would have still been shivering against "Lou's" chest if "Keanu" hadn't seized my head and steered it back to his cock. He definitely wanted me to finish sucking him. My view was limited to "Keanu's" hairy stomach and the dick he was feeding me. I ate him with renewed hunger, spurred by "Lou's" penetrating member. His lazy, lumbering thrusts made me moan-and suck "Keanu" all that harder.

"Ohhhhhhh," I sighed as "Lou" slid into my cunt.

"Suck me, come on, suck me."

I took eager gulps of "Keanu." I puckered that plump cock and repeatedly covered it with my tingling saliva. I found the thrilling beat in his dick where I concentrated my soft lips. I downed as much of his stiff thing as I could, letting it extend into my throat when I arrived at its wide base. I wriggled my lips, letting the spittle fall onto his balls, then distributed that tangy wetness with my fingers. He was warm, pulsing, huge to take. I relaxed and swallowed him as I descended. I was determined to eat his entire thing. "Keanu" shuddered as I fondled his balls. Mmmmmmm.

"Lou" picked up some momentum, burying that hard dick into me. My cunt lips stretched to absorb him. Ohhhhhh! It was a very solid fit. His grip on my waist tightened as he fed me that sweet cock. I could feel the swollen head delve into my snatch, urging me to respond. I did. I pushed back with my pussy, savoring the connection. He wasn't as huge as "Keanu", but he sure felt good at the moment. Getting fucked while you're sucking someone is a pleasant experience-two very different sensations fused into one. It keeps your appetite sharp. I was receiving it at both ends, pleasuring two men at a time. The thrill stemmed from whether I could make us all cum simultaneously.

Wow-sex in an elevator. It was a high you can't imagine, unless you've had it.

"Yeah, baby, you're a great piece of ass."

"Lou" declared, putting it to me. The thrusts I received from him were propelled without my comfort in mind. He smacked into me, burying himself to the hilt, bouncing off my shapely ass. There was a definite lack of control on his part. He plunged in and out of me, getting off on the meeting of our slippery flesh. "You're one hot fuck. Oh, yeah, let me sink my cock in there-ahhhhhhhh. So wet and snug, grabbing and squeezing my dick. I'm so glad to be inside your pussy. How many of your male guests, or your male public, thinks about being buried between Barbara Grant's legs. Oh, yeah. It's a treat they can't possibly imagine. Ahhhhhhhhh." His hand traveled the curve of my hips, then explored the length of my thighs. "When we're taping and you cross these gorgeous legs, that's the first thing that enters my mind: getting between them. Oh, yeah. Getting between them and keeping them open, and leaving something big and satisfying where it counts. Oh, yeah, baby, you're the best. Yeah, fuck my meat, fuck my cock."

If my mouth hadn't been packed with cock, I'd gave given them both an earful of hot talk. I loved dirty talk, especially while getting fucked. Men like to hear how much they're desired, how their equipment gives incredible satisfaction. I got goose bumps from making someone's dick extremely hard. I kept the flow of conversation sizzling until I heard those distinguishing gasps and felt those tremors building as climax approached.

I disconnected my mouth from "Keanu's" cock once again. Strings of spit trailed from my lips to his well-sucked head. "That's it, give it to me, slide it into my pussy, fuck me with your dick. That feels good. Cram every inch into my-yes! Push the whole thing in me. Ohhhhh! Oh, yeah, nice and steady. Ohhhhhhhh. More-until I feel your balls on my ass. Ohhhhhhh. Oh, God!"

"You like getting fucked, "don't you."

"Lou" asked. "like the way a hard dick feels in your tight pussy."

"Yes. Oh, God, more."

"We probably shouldn't be doing this in the elevator," Lou said, "but you started it."

"That's right," I sobbed. "Now finish the job."

"Jesus. Oh, baby."

"Lou's" voice faded, replaced by the wet sounds that reverberated from our groins. "Lou" sawed more powerfully into me, ricocheting off my ass. We smacked together, flesh meeting flesh, fucking to distraction. No matter how madly I shifted my ass, his thick cock was sure to follow. He nailed me again and again. "Yeah. Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck me with your hot pussy."

I moaned hysterically, feeling him split me open. He switched back and forth, anchoring my butt with those powerful hands and dragging me to him. His thing was encased to the hilt, straining the physical limitations of my cunt. "Ohhhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, baby, deeper. Oh, yeah, ram it into me. Don't stop. I love it. You know how much. Keep going, more, yeah-ohhhhhhh."

"Keanu" guided my head with urgency back to his erect cock. It swelled as my lips floated closer, seeking warmth and wetness. Eagerly, I opened my mouth and covered that neglected cockhead. I sucked feverishly for several heart-pounding seconds, until I heard "Keanu" groan with fulfillment. Leisurely, I worked his shaft down my throat, restoring its slick veneer with my spongy lips.

"Keanu" groaned from the force of my mouth, urging me to take a greater share. He wasn't going to be satisfied until I swallowed him whole. I'd spoiled him. I was only too glad to cater to his needs. I continued my hot suck, eating all he could give me. I nibbled my way down to the base, where I lingered for several uninterrupted moments. He trembled against my cock-trapping lips, savoring their heat. I moaned against him, vibrating at a pitch that afforded him a different kind of pleasure.

The air was getting stale inside the elevator car, but none of us complained. We were too involved in receiving pleasure to make a change. The smell of sweat filtered our enclosed atmosphere.

"Jesus, oh, yeah."

"Keanu" exhaled with a shiver. "Yeah, eat it, baby, eat all you dare, baby. Suck my cock. Blow me."

I wasn't immune to the gratification I gave. Both men excited me. I was implausibly stirred by their apparatus and bodies. They'd known for quite some time the powerful reaction I had to them-a reaction that transcended their resemblance to celebrities and stemmed from their sexual abilities.

"Are you gonna cum, Barbara."

"Lou" asked me.

"I'm getting close," I confessed, momentarily releasing "Keanu's" cock. The stirring in my loins heightened that perception. I quivered as my cunt lips snared "Lou's" dick. "So close."

"I'll help you get there. I want to feel your contractions."

"Lou" pumped me harder, effecting an invigorating tempo. He whipped himself at me, causing my ass to smart from the sweet pounding.

I cried out, driving to the edge in one fell swoop. My hips snapped in action, steering toward him, absorbing the wonderful impact. We made squishy noises when we met. "Oh, God-faster, harder."

I took "Keanu's" cock back into my mouth. My lips enclosed the pulsating shaft in a swirl of moisture. I commanded his eruption. I ran my fist up and down its length, sucking madly on the bulbous head. My other hand was at his balls-beyond the teasing stage. I fondled him in a manner that would precipitate orgasm. I scooped his nuts up in a tantalizing caress, employing a tickle that magnified the urge to squirt.

"Keanu's" head tottered from my efforts. I was certain I'd put his senses in a spin. "Christ, ugghh, ugghhhhhhhh."

I tasted the first gooey splash a second later, followed by jerking spasms. "Keanu's" jism poured into my mouth in thick spurts, all of which I gulped down. He exhaled sharply, emptying himself between my secured lips. He cradled my head, rocking me to him.

"Ugghhh," he hissed through clenched teeth, "ugghhhhhhhhhh."

"Mmmmmmm." I swallowed that creamy flow. It tasted great. It flowed into my throat.

I came before I completely downed his load.

I choked on "Keanu's" cum as the first contractions tore through me.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh," I whimpered, twisting from the ecstasy "Lou's" cock gave me.

"Lou" wasn't content merely plunging into me from the rear. Doggie-style apparently bored him. He elected to make our next position more suitable to his needs. He pulled me up, keeping his dick planted in my cunt, then dragged me onto his lap. I draped my legs over his muscled thighs, barely conscious of how I was being arranged. "Lou" was kneeling back, managing to maintain his balance. Still quivering with orgasm, I was hardly resistant. Resting on his chest, I felt his rapid heartbeat. "Lou" was anticipating some hot and heavy action. His hands came around to cup my tits. He tweaked my enlarged nipples.

God, it was inconceivable how I could enjoy myself so. I nearly swooned from the sparks. I was barely conscious of our location; I'd forgotten we were in an elevator, giving each other one prolonged thrill after another. At the moment, the only thing that entered my mind was my sitting on this guy's dick, ready to hump him to insanity.

I looked between my legs and saw the thick trunk of his cock, along with his balls, bulging from my cunt lips. Attempted movement reinforced the ache in my pussy. I definitely felt impaled. Jesus, "Lou" was a pretty big guy. I lifted and dropped my ass, gasping as that huge wedge stirred in my snatch.

"God," I moaned, petting that solid base. I gathered up his balls, fondling them. "Fuck me, fuck me." Wet with my juice, he slid in and out of me with ease. We kept only the soaked cockhead inside my nectar-rich lips. I received him deep. "Lou" always proved to be a great fuck. Long, lazy strokes that I knew would build in intensity were his trademark. I could tell by the way he pitched beneath me that the pace would soon pick up.

"Yeah, ride me, fuck yourself with my dick. How's that feel, baby? Good, huh? You're so slippery. Stroke me with your hot pussy. Slide up and down on me. Ride my meat, pump that thing, baby. Oh, yeah, bury me in that slick hole. I love the way your cunt lips cover my dick, soaking me in your sweet juice. Fuck that thing, fuck it with your snatch, bear down with your pussy."

I really loved being on top. I liked having a cock slide up me until my pussy ground against a set of solid balls. Oh, yeah-what a nice, tight fit. Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

It hurt, having him crammed in my snatch, but it was a delicious hurt. I shivered. "Lou" filled my entire cunt. When I sat still, I could feel him throb. Humping him made it more lubricated, but believe me, I couldn't ignore the fact I had his cock in me. There was so much of it, easing in and out of my pussy, robbing me of breath, scrambling my brain.

"Lou" knew all the right moves.

I put my hand over that fat wedge pumping in and out of me. The vein protruded, pulsating. I petted his balls, prickled by the stray pubes. His flesh was tightly drawn, tightened from the excitement. "Lou" shoved more of his dick into me, grunting as he met my squishy resistance. I moaned, tilting my head back. That solid prodding left me dizzy.

"Slide up and down that cock, up and down that cock," he whispered in my ear. His low voice made me shake. "Your hot little pussy is fucking that big thing. Oh, yeah, you've got to get fucked, you've been asking for it, doll. You made me sweat it out, watching you eat 'Keanu.' I was going to beat off before I figured you would rather not have me waste it that way. You made him cum so good. Yeah, cup my balls-ahhhhhh, feels good. Oh, Barbara, you're so fucking hot. I'll bet you make all your viewers jerk off while they're watching you on TV. Yeah-and I'm fucking the pussy of the hottest talk show host in the business. I'm fucking her with my stiff dick, fucking her in an elevator. Ahhhhhhhh. Here it comes, baby. I'm gonna send it up high."

He pushed with all his might, goring me with that rigid shaft. I shuddered, responding from its sweet penetration. "Ohhhhhh." My back was molded to his chest, rubbing the rough matting of hair.

"Man, look at these tits," he said to "Keanu," cupping them. "They're so fucking huge, big mothers-more than you could possibly grab with one hand."

"Keanu" was too depleted to give us much notice. He was slumped against the wall, stroking his semi-hard dick. Its glistening surface was mostly the saliva I slobbered onto it. Beads of cum seeped from the tip. From his glazed expression, he was enjoying a slow recovery.

"Lou" fondled my boobs. "You like getting them sucked, don't you? You enjoy having an eager mouth planted over them, nibbling on your swollen nubs?" He twisted my nipples. Electrical sparks resulted. "Yeah, you're really turned on, baby-these things are ready to pop. Is it because you're fucking my big dick? I've got to pump you some more, get you really hot and ready."

His dick lumbered in and out of my moist snatch. I moaned, deriving much satisfaction from its smooth texture. Its thickness yawned up and down my grasping cunt. I thought I would go out of my mind with pleasure. My ass shifted frantically in his lap, groping for that rock-hard monster; as it speared through me, I moaned.

He craned his neck over my shoulder and whispered, "Gonna cum?"

I swallowed hard. "Yeah."

"Go ahead, cream on my dick. Lock your cunt about it, baby. I want to feel you cum, wanna see you shiver."

I couldn't help myself, even if I wanted to. It felt too fucking good. "Ohhhhhh." My spasms were powerful. I thrashed for several moments on his thighs before becoming overtaken with fatigue.

"Yeah," he said, binding me protectively with those brawny arms. All the air was getting compressed from my lungs. "Oh, yeah." His voice deepened with the pressure, then I heard a defiant groan. "Uggghhh, uggghhh, ugghhh!"

I could feel his goo pumping into me, the squirts dense and warm. My pussy quickly became inundated with jism. He lurched on his knees, shooting into my snatch. I was held tightly in his embrace, receiving that hot injection.

"That's it, baby," I panted, "cum in me, cum in my pussy. Ohhhhhhhh."

In the heat of the moment, I yanked his dick out of my cunt. A geyser of jism fired onto my stomach, followed by another. The stuff felt warm against my skin. I shook as it landed on me, then worked his cock with my fist, making the last of it ooze from his creaming cockhead.

"Christ-" he gulped from behind. I felt his heart beating wildly. His palpitations told me it might have been the best orgasm he'd had in some while.

The cum that had spurted on me dribbled down to my furry thatch. I swirled my fingers, lathering my pussy. "Yeah, it's so warm, so thick. Mmmmmm, I'm tingling, baby, tingling all over."

Several seconds into our afterglow, a voice boomed over the speaker. "Hey, is everything okay in there? Your car has been stalled for twenty minutes."

The elevator technician must have noticed our little delay. I hit the button. "Don't sweat it. We were just having a private conference."

"Some conference."

"Keanu" muttered under his breath as he stroked his dick.

CHAPTER TWO

The next day's show had a strange effect on me. The theme, "Women Who Lust After Men In Uniform," was one I found particularly exciting, primarily because it touched on my personal fantasies. I had always thirsted for men in uniform, whether they happened to be cops, firemen-even construction workers. Thoughts of fucking these men while in full regalia had given me some of the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced. Whether the fervor stemmed from submitting to someone in a position of authority, or that the key component of their uniform was leather, was unknown; I simply got wet at the idea of having sex with any of them.

We invited three women to discuss their sexual fantasies on Hot Talk, with some picture slides of various men in uniform. The females in our audience joined in panting over our selections. I have to admit, the men featured in those slides resembled professional models you would find in the pages of GQ Magazine. They didn't quite belong in the various uniforms they donned; they were too "pretty," too "polished." I preferred my men a little on the "rough" side-for vivid appeal. The commotion generated by these men attested to the fact a large number of women throughout the country are seduced by authenticating attire.

I, admittedly, was one of them.

"I definitely favor cops," our first female panelist divulged. "The hat, the dark shirt, the leather holster with the gun, the stick-they all contribute to my increased heartbeat."

"Are you married to a cop?" I asked.

"No, but I've dated a few. All were phenomenal. It was like being with a real man, if you get my drift." She shivered as she related these details.

"Can you be more specific?" I requested.

The woman I addressed aroused the male interest in my audience. Blonde, stacked and slender were our immediate impressions. She seemed to revel in the attention she currently received.

"Well," she said, smiling wickedly, "let's just say, they have a tendency to make one's fantasies more realistic. I mean, when I get cuffed, just prior to having sex, there's a hot, jittery excitement racing through my stomach."

I glanced at the show's censor standing by, wondering if we were venturing on sacred ground, but received no signal. "You ask your cop boyfriend to handcuff you?"

She giggled. "Not only that-I insist he keep his uniform on; he's only allowed to unzip himself."

"Does this scenario magnify your pleasure?"

She closed her eyes, slowly hooked one leg over the other, then squeezed her breasts. "Yes."

I thought her answer was visually graphic, inciting deep, disturbing impulses. I began feeling the heat climb in my body. "It appears to me that you enjoy role playing."

"Very much-except with a cop, there's not much pretending. You know at all times, this is a man who must keep peace and order, even if it requires physical restraint. Being in the hands of the law, subdued by all that muscle and authority, gets me off."

"I think firemen are better," declared the woman beside her. "They save lives. When the world is crashing down around our ears and there is nobody left, the firemen come to the rescue. The exhilaration of their touch restores all deserted feeling. They're brave, powerful and thrilling to watch."

"So are cops," the first woman upheld.

The second shook her head. "Not when there's a raging inferno and they have to scale a ladder." She shivered. "And when they whip out that hose-oh, God! I love it."

"I can see the hose part, but what's sexy about an axe?" questioned the first woman.

"It's all central to the image. The handsome crusader, willing to risk his safety to help others. To climb through bedroom windows-"

"-with his hose," reminded the first woman.

"Yes, with his hose, to offer relief."

My biorhythms were being thrown out of kilter. "And do you have any firemen in your life?" I asked our fireman lover after reclaiming my wits.

"Naturally. I've been married to one for five years."

"Is there anything poignant you'd like to share with our audience?"

"Only that it's the best sex you could ever have."

"Do you also insist that he remain in uniform as part of your fantasy?"

"Not only that. I keep a piece of garden hose under the pillow; during foreplay, I stroke my nipples with it. That gets Larry all charged up."

I didn't even blink at our censor. "Are you serious?"

"God, yes. And I think about fire-mine."

This chick was out of her nut! I couldn't, however, reveal my inner opinion. "Are we ready for a station break?"

"I'm ready for something," the cop-lusting woman sassed. "All this talk is getting me horny."

I was, too, and knew just the person who could provide me the sort of cure I badly needed. "I'll be right back, girls," I said, hurrying off the stage. My dressing room was located about fifty feet from the side door. I was shaking by the time I punched out the sequence of numbers on the dialing pad.

"Get a grip on yourself, baby," I whispered to myself as I waited for someone to answer. "Help is on the way."

After five relentless rings, the voice I sought was on the end of the line. "Hello?"

"Brian?" I stammered. "Is that you?"

"Sure is, baby. I've been thinking about you."

"We must be on the same wavelength. Are you free this evening?"

"I'll be off duty in about two more hours."

"That's even better. Can you stop by the studio and pick me up? We can have an early dinner, and then-"

He lowered his voice to a lusty pitch. "Why bother with dinner?"

I was tingling all over. "It's been too long. I've got to see you."

"You've got that right. See you soon."

I returned to the stage feeling calmer than when I left it. The technicians were signaling for me to take my place and resume the show. We still had our last female panelist to query.

"And which man in uniform appeals most to you?" I asked, shortly after the tape began to roll.

"My cable man."

I raised a brow. "Cable man?"

"Sure," she said, looking dreamily off into space. "It's more than that freshly starched shirt with the insignia. It's that masterful voice, warning me of the criminal charges for possessing an illegal box."

"Are you referring to one of those cable boxes sold on the black market that unscrambles the premium channels?" I verified.

"Exactly. I pretend I'm one of my neighbors when I call the cable company, snitching that one was spotted in my home. They send the same cable man every time." She giggled. "I think they recognize my voice by now."

I frowned. "You incriminate yourself for receiving unpaid-for services?"

"Well, actually, I don't. You see, I never have had one of those boxes. I make believe I have one-so they'll send that guy."

This chick was definitely a loony-tune. "You invent a false reason for a compliance check?"

She nodded, bursting into a titter. "The best part is when I see the truck pull up in front of my house. I greet him at my front door in my bathrobe-and nothing else. By the time I usher him into the house, I say, 'Have you come to look at my box?' and promptly drop the robe."

"God," the fireman's wife gasped, "it's people like you that jack up my cable bill!"

"You're monopolizing someone's time for illegitimate purposes," the cop-lusting woman accused. "That could be a felony in itself."

"I hope the FCC is watching this program," the fireman's wife hissed. "You ought to be reported for luring defenseless cable repairmen for illicit design."

"I do let him give me a firm lecture," the girl defended before her earnest expression disbanded into one of mischievous retort. "He's generally inside my mouth at that point, but he does deliver that routine speech."

"Jesus!" the cop-humping woman proclaimed. "What a twisted mind!"

"What a dumb twat!" someone from the audience yelled.

"You're not fit to be on this show," the fireman's wife said. "You need psychiatric evaluation."

"Let's give it a rest, girls," I smoothly asserted.

"I need psychiatric evaluation?" the girl countered. "Who's the one who sleeps with a piece of rubber hose under her pillow? Huh?"

"Fuck you!" the fireman's wife hurled.

"Oh, yeah? Nice talk from the crusader's wife!"

The woman's face reddened. "Don't get me started, honey, or else."

I turned to the cameraman. "Are we still being taped?"

He shrugged. "Should we stop?"

Before I could respond, I heard someone being shoved. "That might be a good idea."

Brian Winters-like most of the men who populated my life-was almost an exact replica of another movie star, Denzel Washington. Sometimes, I would lapse into an erotic vision of the original person and confuse him with Brian; the result was powerfully stimulating. He was perhaps the only man who insisted I refer to him by his true name; the others enjoyed playing the "pretend" game.

I was in my dressing room, checking my hair, make-up and buxom figure in the mirror when the door opened. The sight of Brian took my breath away. Although prepared for his visit, I found it difficult to separate him from the star; it was almost as though the celebrity himself had come, thirsty for my companionship. His rugged profile never failed to accelerate my pulse. Brian was always the sign of virility with his dark, handsome face and muscles. Was it black men in general that inspired this inflamed reaction?

"Hi," he mentioned softly, coming from behind.

I was too filled with lust to move. His mouth came down on my neck, dispensing electric shocks on my aroused skin. The prickle of his mustache magnified the charge. Ohhhhhhhhh. Brian knew my Achilles heel. I dragged my nails lamely across the surface of my vanity.

"Missed me?" he asked in a deep, penetrating voice.

"Yeah," I murmured, so hot for him I almost came.

I maintained my view of him through the mirror. He arrived in his police uniform, observant of my fetish. If I had been given the chance to disclose my preference for uniforms during the day's taping, I would have sided with the girl who adored cops. I, too, found them titillating. When the cop physically paralleled Denzel Washington, that fantasy was high-octane.

His brown eyes searched mine in the mirror, containing a heat I hadn't seen in quite a while. "Couldn't wait for you, baby. Ever since I heard your voice, I looked forward to seeing you." His hands enclosed my shoulders, relaying tremors that validated his claim. I could feel the ache for me in his body. "I don't see enough of you."

I shivered beneath his probing digits. His fingertips emitted heat, torching my senses. He lowered his mouth to my throat, disbursing that hot, jittery feeling that took command of my body. I tilted my head back until it rested on the firm muscle of his chest.

Brian's hands came around and filled themselves with my tits. I strained his grip with billowy flesh, begging to be set free to receive his exciting stroke. His long, thick fingers were indicative of his big cock. Brian was exceptionally well-endowed. That man was gifted with a whole lot of pleasure hanging between his legs.

My heart raced. "Brian, we can't fuck in here," I said after a moment. "The walls are much too thin. Besides, I don't want to publicize our relationship by knocking off a quickie in my dressing room. You known this place is swarming with tabloid reporters. Let's go to my place."

"I don't know if I can wait that long, baby," he whispered. "I'm hurting for you something bad."

"Me, too." It was neither of our faults that our careers kept us apart. Brian was generally on assignment when I had free time, and vice versa. Rarely were we able to spare precious moments together. "We have to get ahold of ourselves and grab some privacy."

Although Brian was ostensibly cut from rough cloth, he demonstrated a gentle side with which I became acquainted. He performed the grittiest tasks with carry and dispatch, yet when it was time to cool, he had my number memorized.

He swung me around so I could face him. He longed for my eyes and breath to warm him. Brian enjoyed positioning me just inches from his body, clasping me by the shoulders, watching desire filter through my expression, feeling the climb of yearning. I readily submitted to these responses, unafraid to exhibit the impact of his presence.

Having him hazardously near my pussy, our breath almost mingled, prompted feelings I had concealed up until this moment. His blue starched shirt, his badge, his various patches authenticating his role as law enforcer swam before me. Below his belt buckle, I distinguished the swell of his cock. Its enormous outline provoked my accelerated pulse. "Brian," I whispered, "we've got to get to my place fast."

"Why?" he forced me to describe my inner turmoil.

"Because I'm going to do things to you that will make you quite vocal."

He dragged me to his muscled body, planting his mouth on the nape of my throat. "I can't wait."

Ohhhhhhhh. My eyes rolled upward. I ground my pussy at that bulge in his pants. His lips rippled over my skin, electrifying my faculties. My nails dug into his arm as a repercussion of that onslaught. Brian was definitely attuned to my fierce vibrations. His razor-sharp mind perceived my vulnerabilities.

He whispered in my ear. "It's been hell working these hours, not seeing you. I can't bear the thought of not having you, of not being in your bed." His husky voice pierced my resolve. "You can't imagine how it's been, wanting you so badly, knowing you're the only person who could possibly satisfy me. I get so lonely without you, Barbara."

"Oh, God," I moaned through clenched teeth. "Please, Brian, let's get home. Not here. I want to have you where we can go at it for hours."

"Oh, Barbara. I want some of you now." He rubbed me with his throbbing erection. "Please, baby. I'm hungry."

I swallowed roughly. Brian was making my decision difficult. "Are you parked right out front?"

"No. In the underground lot."

"Come on. Let's get out of here."

"Oh, Barbara." The agony in his voice was real. Though the impulse grew fainter by the second, I could not disconnect myself from him.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to step back. My nipples, rebelling against better judgment, strained from my blouse. His thumbs pressed steadily into my flesh, rotating firmly, suggestively. I totally authorized the privileges he took, helpless to resist. I was shaken by his confession and the effect his touch had on me. The craving that seized me during taping returned full-strength. I never dreamed it would resurface so powerfully. "Come on, Brian," I practically whispered. "Let's leave now."

"Sure we can't get one off quick right here?" Brian teased, pumping my shoulders and upper arms with his hands. Tremors rippled through my intoxicated flesh. "I want you so badly. There hasn't been a woman who knows my needs, my desires as well as you do."

Brian had always confessed that to me. His divorce from Lisa shattered him, but I was around to collect the pieces and restrengthen their base. Lisa complained of his unswerving sex drive, as well as the physical discomfort of his cock. She fled from having to satisfy Brian, causing him to believe his urge was abnormal. Lisa would not admit the truth that her own needs were deficient. Brian almost underwent therapy at Lisa's suggestion, but his ex-wife dealt him the harshest blow: she filed for divorce, claiming irreconcilable differences. I was only too glad to lend assistance, and save Brian from irreparable harm. I released the animal in him, and showed him it was wonderfully rewarding for the both of us.

I managed to withdraw from his clutches, wriggling myself and moving several steps away. His touch made me woozy, but not entirely dysfunctional. Visions of startling headlines in the tabloids sobered me from taking the plunge Brian sought. The lives of talk show hosts were grist for the gossip mill; I preferred to stay as much undercover as possible. "It'll take all of ten minutes to get there."

At least, he conceded to my resolve. He comprehended my demand for discretion. I collected my purse, checked my make-up for any unintentional smearing, then stepped out of my dressing room, beaming. Brian, with hat in hand, followed. He nodded to my staff and visitors as we traveled through the corridor.

"Hi, guys," I waved to them all. "Have you all met Officer Friendly? He's here on a routine visit."

"Hi!" they greeted him.

Brian, dumbfounded, answered to their cheerful welcome.

I held back my snicker. Brian pulled through the tight spots like a consummate professional. I marveled as his capacity to switch from an extremely horny man to an officer on parade.

"We're almost at the homestretch," I murmured as we stepped into the elevator that would take us to the lower level parking facility.

"This is going to cost you big time," he warned, maintaining his cheerful veneer for the public.

"That's what I'm hoping," I teased.

There wasn't as much traffic in the lot as I had anticipated. Because of my status at the studio, I was assigned a reserved space. My Mercedes was a mere few steps away.

"Want to hop in, or should we go in your car?" I asked. "I can always have mine driven back to my place."

"Let's go in my squad car. It wouldn't look good if I left it behind."

I nodded. "Where did you park?

"Down a way."

"Too bad you didn't mention my name at the gate. They probably would have given you preferential treatment."

I walked with him, feeling that sexual high return. I really couldn't wait until I had him alone, where we could get loud and wild. He was going to have a nymphomaniac on his hands.

As it happened, we didn't make it much farther. Brian was seized by the same feverish impulses that overtook him in my dressing room. His pent-up frustrations would not allow him to wait.

"Barbara," he said, dragging me up against one of the cement pillars. "Oh, baby. I need you."

"Brian-" I put my hand over his chest. His heart was beating rapidly, thudding beneath my palm. "No, honey, not here. Not in the parking lot-"

Brian shortened my time to regroup my thoughts by putting his mouth on my neck again. A barrage of sexual fireworks were instantly precipitated. I immediately weakened.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I sobbed, writhing in his embrace.

"Come on, baby. You know you want it." He pushed his swollen cock against my mound and rubbed. "Yeah. Let's go on a trip, baby. We'll use this to get there."

"Ohhhhhhhh." I closed my eyes, fraught with chills. I was losing control. Brian succeeded in inflaming my hormones.

"It's no use," he muttered. "I've got to have some of you now." His lips sent hot tickles that hummed through every cell; the tip of his tongue was the trigger. "You're the only woman for me, Barbara. The only woman who understands my needs-and totally satisfies them."

"Brian, you're not giving me a chance to breathe," I moaned. My body rebelled, forcing me to grind my mound to his bulging cock. Ohhhhhhhh. He was absolutely rigid, ready to fuck. like it or not, I was about to succumb.

"Don't deny me, baby," he groaned. "Please. I really need you."

"But we could be seen." My fret was feeble. "And we're going to make a whole lot of noise. You don't think you can put that monster in my pussy and expect me to keep quiet?"

"It'll be okay."

I reached down and stroked him with my hand. His dick was hard, primed for action. He wasn't going to hold back-he'd give me everything he had.

"Oh, God." I couldn't stop my wanton behavior. Sexual instinct drove me. I unbuckled his pants with one hand, then unzipped him. He moved back a foot to facilitate his freedom. He was equally impatient to remove the barriers that separated our skins. I pronounced myself mad for indulging ourselves in this fashion, but quickly got caught up in the heat of the moment.

I looked up in his eyes. His entire expression was telling. He couldn't wait to fuck me, yearning to be buried in my hot squish. Once I had him inside me, all my protestations would be gone. He would show me the unvarying thrust of his cock.

Brian had worked himself into such a lather over fucking me that his shaft stood straight up, bobbing as it made its way to me.

I let out a gulp upon seeing that beautiful black cock at full extension. Although I could perceive Lisa's uneasiness over its size, I couldn't exclude the pleasure it afforded me. It took a whole lot of woman to handle a man endowed such as Brian. I believed myself utterly capable of fulfilling his wish.

"Feel how excited I am."

"I can see," I whispered, scanning the area for potential eavesdroppers.

Before I could conclude my search, Brian put his mouth over mine. His kiss was searing, imperative. My whimper was stifled by his tongue pushing through my lips. Once again, he pulled me tight against him, feeding me his horny vibrations. He sucked the air out of me, the willpower I had left. I answered the cry in his body, massaging his chest with my big tits. There would be no more denial. My resistance had ended. I was going to give Brian everything he needed while achieving individual pleasure.

Brian scooped up my legs, pinning me against the cement pillar. We were partially hidden from view, shadowed by the advancing dusk. The lights in the parking lot failed to illuminate our activities.

The last of my reluctance dissolved as he pushed my skirt up and massaged me with that hard dick. I could feel its fierce throbbing right through my sopping wet panties. I thrived in his hot, eager embrace.

I was glad we didn't wait. I did want him-desperately, without reservation.

I tilted back my head and opened my mouth. Brian inserted his tongue, probing my warm depths. He heard me moan as he sucked my air, my sweetness. My nipples protruded through my blouse, revealing my excitement. He slid his hand inside and covered one with his palm, letting its stiff texture scorch him. The impulse to squeeze my tit couldn't be helped. He had to oblige himself.

"Mmmmmmm," I purred, my brain whirring with sexual possibilities. I felt a thrill being in Brian's arms as he smashed himself to my lust-starved flesh. I experienced a gut-wrenching thrill of having him in uniform, seeing the sinew shift under his crisp shirt. Brian had a broad chest, rich with muscle that formed an impressive network through his flat stomach to his stiff cock. The hungry kiss we gave one another overheated my senses. With a surge of released passion, I lashed the inside of his mouth while slurping and sighing into his lips. I pressed as much of my crotch to him as I could, returning the sexual tension. I was entirely supported by the concentration of his weight, wedged between him and the cement pillar.

We finally broke our passionate kiss with a loud smack and gasped for air. We stared into each other's eyes, seeing naked lust reflected.

Brian moved his hands down my back and grabbed both ass cheeks, pulling me tighter to him and rotating his hips. "You're so fucking sexy, Barbara," he whispered to me. "I could get off, molded to your sweet body."

"I can tell," I gasped, enjoying the urgency of his stiff cock.

I rested my head on his ample chest, almost mewing like a kitten at his urgent groping. He knew, in the end, I would do whatever he asked. My desire for him was that powerful. I thought of pleasuring him with my body, my mouthwhatever got him there fast.

His mouth came back to my neck. He sucked on my heated skin to great effect. Nibble after delicious nibble underscored that impression. I quivered, wanting him more than I did any man.

He had a great cock. I murmured silently in admiration. I let the fingers of one hand lightly stroke the underside of the throbbing shaft, then closed my hand around the tip, rubbing it. That chocolate shaft pulsated in my grip.

Brian moaned in ecstasy at my touch. He was almost panting in excitement. His eyes kept going from my hands fluttering at his groin to watch the lust on my face, then back again.

"Mmmmmmm," I sighed, letting my other hand slide down between his thighs to cup the big balls that dangled. I felt delightfully wicked as I fondled him. I did this repeatedly with relish. I was in contact with real flesh that hankered for my touch. I had ached to touch Brian, to fully explore his body and cater to my secret whims. It was electrifying actually having it.

Brian groaned as I massaged him, then looked down at my tits. They fell out of my blouse, billowing out at him. My nipples jutted hard and erect. His mouth ostensibly watered at the sight of pure woman flesh.

"Take them," I whispered, reached for his hands. "Use your hands, your mouth. It's been so long since I've been with you-with a real man." I gave his cock a squeeze when emphasizing his character.

Brian required no prompting. He was oblivious to the threat of exposure, of the elevator cranking away in the background, delivering passengers. We were well-hidden from view. He focused on my sweet caress and my apparent desire for his cock.

I knew I shouldn't have permitted myself to get seduced by this hunky cop in the middle of my building's parking lot, but nothing could have prevented it. The demands of my body defeated me. His dick ached in my clutch, stiff and tall. I longed for it to be submerged in my cunt. I knew fighting it was useless; I was driven by an influence more powerful than my will.

The electric touch of my tits under his hands caused his cock to jerk. He sunk his fingers into my warm skin, stroking and kneading them, watching my nipples grow even more erect and strain toward him. "Jesus," he muttered, under his breath.

"Suck them, Brian. Suck my tits," I moaned back, putting one hand behind his head and pulling him down to my chest. As his head dropped, I leaned forward and kissed his cheek, then slid my wet tongue up to his ear. "Suck them hard, baby," I whispered huskily.

I thrust one ripe mound into his mouth. Brian immediately began to suck ravenously on the taut nipple. I whimpered at the graze of his lips, cupping the back of his head and guiding him to my pulsating source.

Brian licked and slurped around the pink tip. I sighed and released his head to put my own hands over his, squeezing on my tit to push the erect little nipple further into his hot, sucking grasp.

Brian could hardly catch his breath. He glanced from his tasty mouthful to see my eyes staring down at him. He lapped the nipple, closing his lips about it, then took more. He listened to my sob of pleasure and felt my feverish vibrations.

Suddenly, I pulled away from him, breaking our erotic connection, his warm saliva quickly cooling on my nipples as the air wafted over it. My entire body felt as though it was on fire. I slammed against the cement pillar, exhaling roughly.

Brian gave my only a brief moment to recover from the rush. He pushed himself against my quivering flesh, crushing his lips to mine. It was a hot, demanding kiss. I opened my mouth wide and let my tongue move into his, fencing about his own wet probe. We slurped at each other, trading saliva, our breath becoming ragged with unbound passion. Brian lowered himself so that he could grind his hard cock against the damp spot in my panties. I cried out a second later, when he pulled back the soaked material and burrowed along my warm, furry mound. He groaned as the moist pubes tickled his bulging shaft. The need to slip himself inside my warm cunt became emphatic-extending from the base of his powerful erection to the angry purple head.

"Fuck me, Brian, fuck me," I sighed into his mouth, my hands roaming all over his back. My pussy lips smeared him with their rich nectar.

Brian reached behind to cup my ass, then lifted me to him. My quivering form trembled against the cement wall, preparing to be fed his big dick. I wrapped my knees secured to his waist. From my hoarse breathing and flashing eyes, he recognized my enthusiasm for penetration. He decided to prolong my agony, if only to see what I would do.

Up and down the full length of my pouting snatch he rubbed his cock, enveloping the massive shaft in my outer cunt flesh. My cream made his bloated cockhead glisten. He shoved his dick along the top of the juicy split. The motion of that grinding fat head over my erect clit brought sighs and gasps of ecstasy from me.

"You like that?" he muttered.

"Put it in me, please."

"Couldn't wait, either, eh?"

"God, no."

"Why don't you do it, baby? Grab my dick and stick it inside you."

Without hesitation, I snaked a hand down to join his, my fingers closing around the stiff shaft. I placed it between the thick, moist lips of my cunt. I squirmed against the wall, raising my hips high, rotating my ass upward so that he could push that thing into me. My snatch widened as I directed him to my pulsing slot. I was in the best position for entry.

"Here it comes, baby. Your one-way ticket to paradise." He squeezed the heavy knob of his cock into my hot crevice, then steadily impaled me.

"Ohhhhhhh," I gasped as he began to fill me. Brian did not immediately shove forward, barely flicking his hips toward my silken core. I twisted myself, wailing as his cock dug through my hungry cunthole. "Ohhhhh, yes!"

Brian swallowed hard. He spurned the impulse to drive himself firmly into my pussy, but feeling the warm slickness between my legs was too incredible to pass. His cock plowed into my wet snatch. "Christ, does that feel good!" he grunted. He waited until he felt the tight cunt lips enclose his thick stem-only then did he begin dragging himself back and forth.

I became frantic, wriggling my body against the cement pillar and causing his swollen thing to slide further into my hot snatch.

He jammed his hips forward, feeling the fat head of his cock strain and slip deep into my clutching pussy. As his appetite strengthened, he picked me up by my knees and hooked them over his powerful shoulders. I was totally supported by the column behind me and his wildly thrusting body. Once I was firmly established, he charged with all he had, giving my pussy the thrill it longed for.

"Oh, my God!" I sobbed, absorbing that delicious black cock into my pussy. It had been some while since I had anything that large enter me-but now that I had that monster trapped in there, I wasn't going to surrender it any time soon. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."

"Fuck me, fuck me," I cried out.

Brian watched as my eyes curved upward in my lust-distorted face as I felt his solid thing pump my pussy. My tits were heaving with excitement as he smothered his chest to them. He pelted hard with his groin, sinking himself far into my moist cunt. My moans spurred him on. He abandoned himself to the task, fucking me fast and furiously, letting his balls whack me as I got speared by his entire cock.

I ran my hands down his back and grasped his tense ass, feeling its muscles flex in my grip as he fucked me. He was really packing it in, cramming every inch he had into my cunt. My mouth dropped open as I emitted my cries of passion. "Fuck me hard, Brian, don't hold back. I want you to do it." I sighed, thrusting my groin up to his plunging dick, slamming my back to the wall.

"Jesus," Brian gasped. My fur-fringed lips sucked his iron-hard dick and buried it in my warm cooze. Deliriously, I undulated my hips. Each upward motion let Brian immerse his cock further into my squirming pit. He sawed back and forth, watching me take pleasure from his deeply aroused cock. Slowly, he was going out of his mind with joy at being totally enveloped in my hot, liquid pussy. He reveled in the enjoyment it gave him.

"I thought about you all day, baby," I moaned while he fed me that incredible black shaft. "When we were taping, I was thinking about your magnificent body, your police badge, your gun-ohhhhhhhhh." My vision blurred as he rammed into me, adding to my pleasure. "All I could think about was this, fucking you, feeling your hard dick inside my pussy. Give it to me, fuck me good, ohhhhhhhhh!"

Brian had no problem submitting to my request. He fed me long, penetrating strokes. In my mind, however, I couldn't shake his resemblance to the movie actor. It was as though I was actually fucking Denzel, not Brian. Ohhhhhhhhh! The fantasy drove we wild, leaving me totally unhinged. I began fucking back, giving him everything he could possibly want, listening to those squishy noises between my legs as his dick ran in and out of my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuck me! My cunt burned with renewed intensity.

"Yes!" I moaned, making the conversion back to Brian and his individual style. I doubted very much the movie actor would fuck some talk show host in a parking lot. "Keep doing that, fuck me just like that-ohhhhhhhhhh!"

"Yeah," he muttered, shoving it into my heavenly tight cunt. "Oh, yeah, I like it, too."

Brian's hands swept over my tits, then he suddenly arched his own back and crammed his thing up my widely stretched cunt with all his might. The thick mass of his cock sent waves of splendor through me. I felt his engorged head ram into my cervix and balls slap heavily against my snatch lips.

This sudden swift skewering had me crying out in frenzied passion, gasping at the throbbing hardness embedded in my pussy. I locked my legs more tightly to him, responding to his feverish urgency.

Muscles I had never known existed suddenly came into play as I gripped the rock-hard dick in my snatch. After his first cunt-splitting stroke, my body adjusted to the unaccustomed size of Brian's cock and I fucked back fiercely.

I rejoiced in the tireless way he plunged into my itching pussy, the thick steel-like cock stretching me like never before. I locked my arms and legs tightly around his powerfully pounding body, pressing myself to him, pulling him tight to feel every naked inch of him I could. This was the kind of fucking I enjoyed having with him. I found his mouth and urgently absorbed his tongue.

"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned, twisting, wailing.

Brian wasn't content merely to fuck me against the cement pillar. He wanted full use of my body. Grasping me sturdily by the ass, he held me in his arms and lifted and dropped me onto his swollen cock. My tits battered his lust-inflamed flesh, nipples flailing. I seemed to become all the more juicy from his urgent grip, rocking hoarsely against him.

"Yeah," he exhaled amid my abandoned cries. "Fuck it, fuck my dick, cum on me, baby. Come on, I want to feel your pussy spasm with my cock in it."

I sobbed joyfully. Brian was propelling me toward the most fabulous orgasm I'd ever had. His rough strokes were intense, penetrating. His uniform was getting wrinkled from feverish contact. His pants began falling from his hips as he hammered me to ecstasy. Flesh slapped fiercely against flesh. His dick was entombed in my pussy. The pink rim of my cunt strained around his thick base as he shoved himself high into me. The tidal wave of sexual fulfillment continued to roll through every pore of my body, every nerve ending exploding.

"Oh, God, ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" I wailed. I clasped his face between my hands, peering luxuriously at his intense features. "You're going to make me cum. It feels too good. I can't last; I want to, but I can't." Suspended in his arms, I felt like a doll intended to give him pleasure while unable to separate myself from it. Realization of my feverish efforts was well within my reach. As Brian hoisted me from his cunt-drenched shaft, then forced it back into me, I went into a convulsion. I shook violently in his embrace, surrendering to the splendor he gave. Words of passion poured mindlessly from my lips as I endured one of the longest, sweetest orgasms I could ever remember. "Ohhhhhh, oh, yeah, oh, baby, ohhhhhhhhh."

Brian's moans were just as loud. The sound of his cock slicing through my wet cunt was very-likely the most erotic thing he had ever heard. He yielded to the incredible feeling of having his cock completely surrounded by my rippling, love-tight pussy. I clutched at him, trembling as he fed me his big thing. My cunt clamped him good, compelling him to endure my ultimate enjoyment of his dick. He pumped harder into my syrupy heat, our bodies colliding at each delicious stroke. Every complete thrust crammed his cock into the back of my cunt, eliciting a new moan of excitement from both of us. I tightened my grip around him, hugging my tits to him. Brian brought up one of his hands to capture my twisting head and mashed his lips to mine. He paused for a moment, rearing high into me so that his steel-hard cock was encased in my sodden heat. The tingle my cunt lips gave nearly made him spasm.

I dug my heels into his ass, riding his cock for all I was worth. With a groan of desire, I arched myself back to snare all of his pussy-filling equipment. "Yeah, fuck me, give me all you've got, baby, fuck me as hard as you can." Cock hunger was plain on my face.

I bucked and squirmed and clutched his muscular frame tightly to my body. I trailed his back with my nails, choking on the pleasure it gave me. Pumping almost savagely with my hips, I worked myself into another climax. My pussy throbbed and strained around his hot cock. "Oh, baby, do it now, cum in me, cum in me." I huffed and puffed, bouncing myself harder on him, oblivious to any curious looks I might arouse. I was much too turned on to care.

Brian fucked back with all he had, but the effort was debilitating. He knew he had reached the limit to his endurance. His balls probably churned with jism, ready to spurt their cunt-creaming contents. Blowing into my mouth really couldn't compare with creaming in my pussy. It didn't give him the same level of satisfaction. Having his cock in a warm, twitching pussy, swelling even more in size as he pumped his entire length into it, was preferable. Just thinking about him shooting his load into my cunt made me spasm.

"Arrggh!" he groaned. "Oh, yeah, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." He started to shake all over as the first hot spurts of cum burst far into my spasming snatch. He locked his groin to me, his cock buried as deeply as he could get it, balls cramming up into the crack of my ass as he pumped and pumped out the thick gobs of his stuff.

I felt myself flowing with his hot, jetting jizz. His heavy man juice mingled with my own thick secretions. I pulled him harder to me, humping my hips violently as the streaming squirts seemed to prevail. "Yes, cum in me, baby, cum in my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhh, it feels so warm squirting into me. Ohhhhh, yes."

In the final stages of release, he propped me up against the cement pillar and thrust his last amount of goo into me. I clung to him, unafraid of falling, unafraid of exposure to the public for my activities. Brian drove me over the limit, and, as always, it had been remarkable.

CHAPTER THREE

The "uniform" theme propelled me the following day when I had to take my car in for repair.

The sound under my hood hadn't been normal for some time. I delayed bringing it to the mechanic, fearing he would verbally diagnose what I had already suspected. My constantly being on the run precluded me from making regular visits; the shrill noises that occurred when I started my Mercedes were relegated to the back of my mind for later investigation. It wasn't until I was actually in the embarrassing situation of having my car perform its screeching cacophony before a group of autograph-requesting fans did I realize I might have waited a bit too long. I suppose I knew that by taking it in, I would be told of the shocking cost to restore its health-not to mention my having to leave the damn thing in the shop.

I wouldn't want to tarnish my image and become the hottest talk show host on the air too lazy to have her car serviced. I resolved to correct the problem and made an appointment. Although the garage that normally attended to my needs was busy, they penciled me in for a late afternoon spot.

Had I known in advance that the mechanic that would be assigned me would be a Hispanic god, I might have called for service posthaste.

He stepped up to the counter shortly after I pulled into the requisite space designated for troubled cars. His name tag pronounced him "Eduardo." He was, in my opinion, one of the hottest-looking Spanish men in existence. I scanned him from head to foot. He had pitch black hair, sexy blue eyes, olive skin tone, with the trimmest, most conditioned body I'd seen in a while. His mechanic suit complimented him, imbuing him with unchallenged masculine appeal.

Perhaps his most outstanding facet was his innocent nature: he didn't seem overly confident of his looks. As a matter-of-fact, he was essentially shy when confronting me. I attempted to relax him with a bright smile and the calculated brushing of his hand while he scribbled out my list of complaints about my car. Although my charm might have made inroads in his otherwise docile character, he maintained his reserve.

"How long have you noticed this problem?" he asked, concentrating on completing the form.

I withheld my answer until I got another sample of those alluring blue eyes; they stimulated a frantic urge that could only be satisfied with sex. "I'm not sure. Maybe the last three months."

He glanced up at me, granting me my wish. "You've waited this long to report it?"

"What can I say? I'm a workaholic. I do five shows a week. Do you have any idea what kind of schedule I juggle?"

He shook his head.

"Let me tell you, honey, sometimes I don't even have time to pee. If I don't account for it when I'm writing up my itinerary, it doesn't happen."

He looked slightly uncomfortable over my admission.

"Seriously, I know I've neglected my car. That's why I'm here. I need you to fix me."

I waited, hoping he would make the connection. His perfectly logical, courteous brain refused to process that thought as it was intended. He allowed for it in his summation.

"I'll have to examine it in order to give you a fair assessment of what's involved," he announced, coming from around the counter.

He was every bit as spectacular as I imagined. His lean, muscled body made a splash appearance when in full view. I had to control myself while gazing at him. Raw desire flowed through me as he walked past, then strolled over to my parked car.

I wanted him, I determined after my eyes were glued to his compact buttocks for five consecutive minutes. Somehow, I had to fulfill that whim.

The garage was bustling with activity-perhaps too much for my actions to be observed by the others. Cars were being driven in and out of the area, while large tow trucks blocked the view of inquisitive eyes. I elected to take my chances. If the man wasn't having any, he'd make that known within the next couple of seconds.

I had had the foresight of pulling into a space that was flanked by two trucks. While Eduardo opened my hood and began his analysis, I sidled up to him with every cell humming in my titillated body. I angled my thigh so that it grazed his. My first attempt seemed to go unnoticed, so I repeated the movement with less simplicity.

Eduardo's sure hands faltered at my electrifying contact. He was ill-prepared for the potent charge I gave him. I caught the flicker in his eyes, as though he started to realize my illicit objective. A cloud of confusion became suspended over his head. He looked uncertain whether to accept my invitation-or run.

I daresay I would have been insulted if he chose the latter. It wasn't often I silently propositioned strangers. Eduardo should have been flattered.

My smile got him. I had practiced it, rendering him defenseless with the curve of my full, sensual lips. I caught his momentary glances at my tits, which confirmed his acknowledging my hunch he found me attractive. He recognized the vibrations that existed between us, even if they were subdued. Of course, Eduardo was very much the gentleman and turned away after only a moment's look, but I knew the desire to continue his gape still thrived.

"What do you think?" I asked, boldly rubbing him with my leg. The miniskirt I wore showed my luscious legs to advantage; I'm best remembered for their flawless shape. "Do you have the necessary part to make it work?" My husky voice was filled with tantalizing suggestion.

"I'm not sure," he stammered, trying to focus on his job.

You'd better be sure, honey, or you don't get any. My snaking thigh declined his chance for reprieve. I was curious to see how he would handle himself. Would Eduardo "go for it," or would he back out at the first opportunity? There wasn't a sign of another person within fifty feet. I felt confident that my hustle had gone undetected by the upper management. At this point, I elected to "go for broke." It was going to be the thrill of Eduardo's life.

I got behind him. He seemed relaxed not to have me flaunting myself at him. Ha-did he have a surprise coming! Those sumptuous buns of his swam before me, sending the message "Get me, if you dare." I questioned whether Eduardo came across many brassy women like myself, who initiated the proceedings. If he hadn't, then this was his lucky day.

Very slowly, I took his ass in my hands. My grasp of him was light, non-threatening. Of course, there should have been no question in his mind of my intention. Eduardo became still, his breath audible. I thought I heard a single gulp. His hands froze on my engine.

"Hmmmmmmm," I purred. "I do believe I've got your attention."

"Miss Grant," he blurted, "please-"

"Exactly my intention: to please."

He cleared his throat. "I could get in a whole lot of trouble if we're discovered."

"Then let's be smart about it. Do you have a room where we can be alone?"

"I'm suppose to be on duty," he insisted hoarsely.

"You certainly are. And your first order of business is to service me. You do provide that, don't you?"

He couldn't speak above the lump that obviously formed in his throat. I lent assistance in ridding him of that impairment by swinging my hips forward and massaging those gorgeous buns with my crotch. I moved seductively over them, moaning as we made delicious contact. Eduardo couldn't reclaim his voice. He shuddered in my embrace.

"Jesus," he whispered. "Oh, God."

"Do you feel my soft mound rubbing against you? Do you have any idea of how wet I am? How excited I've been since I walked through the door? Ohhhhhhhhhh."

I gave him the most exhilarating strokes I could summon, applying every ounce of creativity at my command. Eduardo was recipient of my warm, absorbent pubis molded to that manly butt. My tits were crushed to his back, forming an enticing cushion he couldn't escape.

"All this is yours, Eduardo," I moaned, pressing myself to him. "I want to give every bit of it to you. You've gotten me so horny." My hands swerved around him, groping the expansive muscles of his chest. Eduardo was built like a god, as well as resembling one. "Come on, baby. It'll be so good."

My whispered promises almost depleted his will-Eduardo held fast to the last vestiges of respect. He was determined not to compromise his job for the sake of getting laid. My fingers floated over his smooth, solid contours, scorching his flesh with my sizzling imprint.

"Am I that easy to resist?" I taunted, smashing my damp panties to his ass. I exerted more tension, feeding him my hunger. "Do you have a woman who attends to your every desire? I could give you tremendous pleasure, Eduardo. You won't be sorry."

To secure his consent, I gave him something he couldn't possibly withstand. I went for his throat. My lips enclosed that appetizing nape, then administered a pucker that caused him to groan. Eduardo was no match for that explosive charge. I succeeded in rocking him on his heels, fighting to drag air in his lungs. My fluttering tongue and tempting mouth sent him reeling. His will power was reduced to zero.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I mewled, slipping my hand inside his mechanic's suit and fondling his nipples. As a result of the stimulation we both fed each other, I shivered. My hips swiveled wildly, accentuating the caress of my mound to his susceptible butt. I'm sure he wished he could reach behind and feel the damp spot spreading on my panties. "Oh, baby. Mmmmmmmmm."

"Oh, Christ," he muttered faintly.

After several stimulating rotations, he was mine to command. I could feel the hot quiver racing through his body. Eduardo was definitely in no shape to spurn my offer. That audible exhalation saw to the decline of his opposition-even if it had been prompted by a sense of obligation.

While I continued kneading his upper torso, my other hand dropped to his thigh. Eduardo stayed rooted, his blue pupils following. His head was turned slightly, keeping track of my lust-inspiring movements. He made no attempt to flee, nor did he try to displace my roving fingers. His jaw was clenched, his breath quickening.

My brain whirred. We couldn't very well fuck in my car; who could get comfortable like that in a Mercedes, with the gearshift in the middle? Behind us, however, was a tow truck, with an acceptably wide front seat.

"Get in the truck," I ordered him in a low, sexy voice.

Eduardo did not challenge me. Not a single protest was leveled. Without hesitation, he reached for the handle and swung open the door. I signalled for him to climb in first. He was waiting for me propped up on his elbows, his long legs thrown apart for me to scoot between. The air in the truck had already grown thin. Reckless anticipation hummed between us. I could tell how deeply he wanted me by the glow of his azure pupils. His chest rose and fell in expectation.

My tits dangled from the confines of my blouse. He watched them shift from side to side as I arranged my face by his crotch. I could feel my miniskirt slipping forward, revealing my black lace panties to him. I maneuvered my ass, wriggling it for his individual pleasure. I wanted him to see exactly how hot he made me.

Eduardo was mesmerized. He was frozen in position.

I was reluctant to break my hex. Wasting precious seconds, or hurrying, could very well spoil the mood. I smoothly manipulated his thighs with my hands, intensifying his expression. I felt his muscles tense in the process.

In a strained voice, Eduardo muttered, "Miss Grant, this is no good. We shouldn't be doing this. I could get fired."

I silenced him with a seductive smile, then proceeded to increase his stimulation. A shiver of anxiety, then mounting excitement seemed to meet my touch. I fondled him, beckoning for him to relax and allow my free reign. From his somber cast, I gathered that he was reluctant to surrender that right to me. Still, I was not faced with total resistance.

Tenderly, I smoothed over his crotch, challenging the hardened swell that greeted my arrival. I watched the bulging column stretch, yawning to full size beneath my caress. With a single finger, I trailed the outline of his cock and detected its throb. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Eduardo had the necessary equipment to provide me orgasmic pleasure. I buried my face against it. Its stiffness was pure splendor for my cheek, my lips, and my forehead. Aloud, I groaned with pleasure.

At last, Eduardo was pushing me away. "We've got to stop this before it's too late."

I peered at him. "It is too late. I want you, Eduardo, here, now." I stroked his bulge. "Even as you're verbally rejecting me, your body is telling me yes, yes! I'll bet in the back of your mind, I've elicited your consent, too. Ohhhhhhhhh. You're a very appealing stud."

He shook his head. "How can you expect me not to physically respond to what you're doing? Miss Grant, please, I beg you to stop."

"Call me Barbara."

"Please.. . Barbara."

"Do you actually want me to stop?" I snuggled closer to him. My tits brushed his inner thighs. I detected untamed tremors. "Are you willing to prematurely end this fantasy-or would you rather see it to a more satisfying conclusion?"

His Adam's apple rippled. "This is wrong."

"It is what is it," I whispered, stroking his cock. "You want it and I want to give it; let's just go with that, baby. Hmmmmmmmmm?"

"Christ, if my boss finds out-"

"He won't know."

Before he could protest any further, I unzipped his fly. Once my hands were on his cock, neither of us were of the mind to argue. Excitement filled me with such power, my knees shook. Eduardo watched with hooded eyes as I released his dick from captivity.

"Oh, my God," I panted, "you're a gifted man. Looks like I've got something to suck on."

With a guttural sob, I lowered my mouth to his stiff cock.

"Oh, Jesus," he grunted, defeated by the first delectable slurp of my tongue.

Liquid heat poured over his dick as I devoured it whole. My lips engulfed him in their hot clench, compressing the pulsating thickness. He could not prevent me from carrying out my wish to please him, nor deny himself the demands of his flesh. He observed with lasting joy as my lips pulled at his shaft, coating it with warm saliva. I ate him so delicately, so lovingly, that he couldn't possibly push me away. My sexy expression made him even more erect, as though he were recipient of something rarely performed. He balled and unballed his fists, then deliberately spanned the back of my head with one hand and guided me. He coaxed me downward as the spiraling sensations lifted him, causing me to linger as my limber tongue produced shivering wonders to his cock.

Initially, Eduardo kept glancing at the window, checking for shocked glances in our direction. Fortunately, our activities were not under surveillance. As my consumption deepened, Eduardo abandoned his vigil and gave himself over to the tingling rush my slobbering mouth afforded him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," he groaned, filling my mouth with his hard dick. "Oh baby. Yeah."

"How do you like getting blown by one of your customers, Eduardo?" I teased. He was speechless, save for the low grunts he made as I went down on him. Obviously, he was unable to think clearly with his cock in my mouth. Before his conscience could remind him that what we were doing was risky, my descending head robbed him of the strength to stop me. Soon, his defiance waned. Eduardo offered no more obstinacy and, in fact, was moving his hips toward me, willingly sending his fat cock into my sucking furnace.

Eduardo demonstrated exactly how much he liked getting sucked. He strained his hips to meet my open mouth. His blue pupils pursued every tongue-twirling, lip-catching step. Perhaps getting a blow job was a rare treat, something his girlfriend didn't often perform. I found sucking him a revelation. I could see how desperately he had wanted this particular form of sex. Every man wants to experience putting his cock into a woman's mouth, watching her suck on it. Seeing Eduardo's urgent expression, feeling him excitedly push his cock toward my mouth as I widened my lips and swallowed him was thoroughly rewarding. Giving head was an art I had learned by instinct and perfected through practice. Taking cock down my throat and feeling a man's pulse through my lips afforded me ecstasy. Eduardo's being thick posed some problem, but I filled myself with as much of him as possible. I loved the taste of his dick, thrilling to his hardness. Also, in light of the gratified sounds he emitted, I relished driving him out of his mind.

A few more saliva-drenching seconds and Eduardo sprang from his elbows, dragging me toward him. Raw urgency was exhibited in his frenzied grip. He tore off my blouse, struggling to free my aroused flesh. His mouth descended over my nipples, mouthing them frantically as he cupped my sweet curve of ass.

I enjoyed this explosion of desire. The fierce sucking he vented made my body temperature climb. "Ohhhhhhhhh," I sobbed, writhing in his embrace. "Yes, baby. Take me."

I thrust myself against him, swooning from his mighty physique. Eduardo represented hard, trim muscle. He was everything I longed for in a man, plus more. He groped me with strong hands, availing himself to my huge tits. I responded passionately to him, grinding my pussy to him in feverish effort. My whimpers were smothered by his mouth, then tongue probing into the heat.

Our kiss was lasting, and when he finally pulled back, he studied my face in awe. "You're so fucking hot," he muttered.

I put a finger to his lips, which he proceeded to nibble. Words were unnecessary at this point. Frantically, I unzipped his mechanic's suit. I wanted the man inside it, and would settle for nothing less.

Eduardo became infected with the same delirium that gripped me. He no longer searched for reasons, but simply acted on impulse. He reached behind me and scooped up one of my butt cheeks, then squeezed. I arched my back, brushing him with my groin until he stilled me with a powerful grasp.

I moaned as I felt his rigid thing smashing against my stomach, shivering from the expectancy of what it would be doing to me. Insistently, I clutched at him, running my hands down his body until I grazed his buttocks with my nails. My circular motions established my erotic seizure.

Voracious need consumed us both as Eduardo turned me in his arms until my back was to him. His hands were alive, pinching my nipples while cupping my tits, smoothing over my stomach, grabbing my pussy.

He mouthed the base of my throat, prickling my flesh with his darting tongue. Although I'm sure he had no knowledge of it, he hit one of my hot buttons. I cried out, prompting him to continue. He nibbled on my ear lobe, then rubbed his mouth all over my vulnerable flesh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I was nearly driven out of my mind. The man had uncovered my number one escalation spot and rode it to the limit.

"Oh, baby," he growled lustfully. "You make me hungry."

I was utterly lost in the torrent of pleasure. I closed my eyes as he coiled his arms about me, pushing my ass back until I felt his stiff cock from behind. When he gestured for us to move down to our knees, I obeyed. I fanned out my fingers on the seat, trembling as Eduardo stroked my stimulated flesh. My butt was propped high in the air, ripe for the plucking. I anticipated penetration by this man for the first time.

"Christ, you're making me hot." Eduardo's voice was hoarse. "Come here, babe, and let give me you what you've been dreaming about."

His husky voice fueled my desire. There Was no more fret of discovery. Apparently, he was propelled by lust. He realized he needed what I gladly provided-and wasn't going to wait another second. He slipped a hand under my stomach, nudging my pussy closer to his dick. The other gripped my tit, squeezing the nipple. In abandon, I lurched backward, allowing him to slip me the crown of his hard shaft. Involuntarily, I cried out as it separated my pussy lips and pushed into me. His dick sliced through moist tissue.

"Oh, my God," I whimpered. "It's so fucking hard!"

Immediately, Eduardo ceased movement. "I'm not hurting you, am I, baby?"

"It's okay. It's just that you're pretty big. Don't let that stop you. I want it. Every bit."

"I'll go in slow." He took care in easing his cock, cognizant of my difficulty.

"No, it'll be okay. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you've always wanted to fuck a woman. Give me your big, hard dick. Talk to me the way you wish. I want this to be the best you've ever had."

The honking of a horn in the background paralyzed him. Eduardo's emotions flailed. A surge of panic reappeared on his face.

"Fuck me," I moaned, imploring him to bury himself in my juicy crevice.

"Jesus, what if someone sees us?" he whispered.

"Don't worry, nobody's going to find out," I maintained emphatically. "Keep low." I tilted my head to look at him. He struggled behind my butt, reluctant in venturing forth. "Don't torture me, baby. Can't you understand how badly I want you? Please, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

The plea in my tone finally persuaded him. He already had some cock in me, and from the manner in which I started gyrating my hips, I rather doubted he could quit. His dick was ramrod-stiff and getting increasingly wet from my moist hole. Gradually, he introduced more of himself into my narrow slot. I groaned as he pushed, bobbing my sweet ass. He probably never thought he'd fuck some talk show host who just happened to seduce him at work, but it must have been extremely exciting. How many men could brag of such an accomplishment?

"I want to feel all of it inside me," I prodded. "I want it where it belongs."

From my breathless manner, I was begging for trouble. Despite what his buddies might have called being in an enviable situation, he was far from exuberant. "We shouldn't be doing this, baby," he muttered hoarsely, even as he fed me more cock. "I'm going to get my ass kicked but good if my boss finds me humping you on the job."

"Eduardo," I moaned, receiving that extra inch. "Oh, God, put the rest of it in!"

My hot juicy clutch subdued him. He could no longer neglect what he needed. Of course, he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted. He was a normal, hot-blooded male, and I was throwing myself at him. If I wanted his meat, then goddamn it, I was going to get it!

Turned on by what I sought to achieve, he abandoned his reservations and plunged into me with all his might, sending home the entire length.

"Here, baby," he grunted, cramming himself into me until his balls whacked my ass. "This is what you want. You want my fucking cock."

"Yes. Ohhhhhhhhh."

I groaned as he moved inside me. His initial entrance had been delicious, but the subsequent strokes knocked me breathless. Ohhhhhhhhh. Eduardo proved to be an incredible fuck. He sawed through my slick pussy lips without reluctance, gasping as I squeezed him.

"It feels so good, baby," he admitted, pumping me full of cock. "Your pussy's so wet, so snug. Man, it just grabs and sucks me into you. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."

If only he knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of all that ramming, we could really compare notes. Ohhhhhhhhh. He was getting me off, jamming that monster into my cunt. That exciting friction produced a mind-rending high. I rocked myself to him, hungry for more of it.

Our bodies moved as one, slippery from sweat and cunt juice. Eduardo hammered away, feeding meat into my narrow passage and groaning as my warm pussy received every inch. We were beyond caring, reduced to two people humping each other for the mere satisfaction.

The wet sounds of groin pelting against groin were like music to my ears, as were Eduardo's contented grunts. Happily, I embraced him from within, seizing his cock with my pussy until he gasped with delight. He was entrenched in my hot crevice, encased in squish.

"Oh, baby," Eduardo muttered, "there's no way I can hold back another minute. I've got to cum." He was on the brink of emptying himself into my tight pussy, with no way of delaying it. My snatch was going to be flooded with his hot goo. He slowed his pace, attempting to delay the inevitable, but the evident heat scaling within his body hastened his strokes.

I would have preferred prolonging the session indefinitely, but Eduardo's frantic pumping informed me that such was not to be the case. Before I could detach myself from the impending event in order to enhance his orgasm, he succeeded in making me a part of it.

"Can't make it last much longer. It feels too fucking good. I want you to cum with me," he gasped, riding me for all that I was worth. "Come on, baby. Let's get there, together. Come on-"

I saw no reason to protract my agony. I wanted to cum just as much. I quickly got caught up in the fever. I had wanted his cock, and now that it was shoved inside me, I yearned to spasm around it. I nearly shuddered as the contractions took command of my senses.

"Eduardo," I whimpered. "Oh, God.. . "

He plastered himself to my ass, embedding his hard-on to the hilt. The Jism poured from him like molten steam, filling my cunt as he howled in agony.

"Arrrrgghhhh!" he rasped. "Uuugghhhh! Ugghhh!"

My lips curved. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I think Eduardo missed his calling in life. He might do well to be a cock for hire.

CHAPTER FOUR

I was stretched across my bed, reviewing topics for upcoming shows. For the life of me, I couldn't believe some of the material contrived by my writers. I was in the fortunate position of rejecting anything I deemed preposterous, or potentially damaging to the show's ratings. Although it wasn't often I exercised that right, the impulse to do so strongly existed after scanning these lists.

My writers, however, typically submitted ideas that left me flabbergasted. Among the suggestions for the future were "Women Who Lust For Circus Performers."

"Mothers Who Are Jealous Of Their Daughters," and "Male Strippers Who Have Been Seduced At Birthday Parties." Only the last one intrigued me. I often wondered how these men, who were hired to perform at the embarrassment of the targeted female, might react if the tables were turned on them. Depending on the level to which the men stripped played largely in that scheme.

Apparently, my staff tracked specific occurrences with attestants to back them. I placed a check mark beside that one, but ignored the others. I'm sure my writers would hatch some fresh absurdities, if only for sheer entertainment value. My stupefaction-the goal of these lists, I'm sure-was sought with unfailing regularity.

Within a few minutes, I began twitching against my sheets. The sensation of silk against my freshly bathed skin bore an erotic effect. My thighs traversed the glossy fabric in slow, indulgent waves. Ohhhhhhhhh. I received a most wicked feeling just by catering to this whim. At that moment, if a man were anywhere near, he would surely have been desired.

I couldn't help slipping a hand into my panties. My fingers ached to make contact with my clit. I sobbed with delight at that first soothing jiggle. Ohhhhhhh. Sex juice oozed around my probing digit. I rubbed harder, getting off on that self-satisfying massage. My finger, unfortunately, was a poor substitute for a cock. Once you've had something thick and hard encased in your pussy, little else will do.

I lowered my nipples to that sleek surface, then dragged them across with a sigh. The agitation inside me continued to build. I rotated those nubs, shaking. I heard moist sounds coming from my cunt. A fire raged between my legs. Ohhhhhhhh. My fingers effected a rapid, provoking rhythm that curled my toes and had me arching my back. I was forced to roll over, whipping my hair across the sheets, to finish the job. My eyes closed, my mouth dropped open, and I spasmed in a prolonged wail. It took several heart-hammering moments for me to recover.

Whew! I'm not sure what prompted that, but it resulted in a powerful orgasm. My flesh tingled all over in the afterglow.

I wanted to expedite the segment about the male strippers. If mere thinking about those kind of men brought about such a reaction, I trembled at the chance of actually sitting beside one. Would I maintain my cool, or would my attraction be obvious?

My doorbell sounded, jarring me from further speculation. I reached for my robe, tying the sash as I headed for the door. I wasn't expecting any callers. I had arranged for some peace and quiet this evening.

"Hi, Barbara."

"Keanu" greeted me at my entrance with a canvas sack. "I stopped by to drop off some of your fan mail. They were going to messenger it over, but I offered to take it."

"Thanks." I stepped back, inviting him inside with a suggestive flicker. "That was nice of you. Care for a drink?"

He hesitated. "Am I intruding?"

"Not in the least. I was just going over programming schedules."

He accepted my offer. The sack of mail was tossed over in the corner. "Anything objectionable?"

I shook my head. "A few duplications of past shows. We've done the mother-daughter thing to death. Remember the pair that we had to have building security escort from the studio? The ones who launched into an unexpected cat fight?"

He nodded. "Who would forget? It was one hell of a fight."

I shrugged. "It's all the same to me. These people get riled at the drop of a hat." I motioned for him to follow me to my bedroom. "Why not see the latest brainstorming our writers have concocted?"

"Keanu" didn't bat an eye. He had visited my bedroom in the past-not always for recreational purposes. I held marathon conferences on my bed. The king-sized variety offers space and elegance for all purposes. Some of the best conversations I've ever had were on the luxury of that silk-covered mattress, with pillows strewn for added comfort.

Naturally mischief had been known to occur during the course of business. What can I say? I'm human.

We arranged ourselves on opposite sides of my bed. My notes for the show were smack in the middle. My robe parted as I positioned myself on my hip, exposing an ample section of cleavage. "Keanu" tried to be cool about it, but his eyes gravitated to the luscious swell of my tits. He kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the right side. I silently noted that he chose to lay on his stomach, obstructing my view of his crotch.

I thought about our little episode in the elevator. "Keanu" certainly didn't subscribe to any form of modesty while cramming his erect cock down my throat. It was also my recollection that initiated the session. As my employee, "Keanu" was careful not to overstep his bounds.

It did seem strange that he was fully dressed-blue jeans, T-shirt, socks-while the robe I donned was my sole article of clothing. There was an imbalance in that scheme. I resolved to go with it, and would keep an open mind in the event things happened.

"Keanu" cracked up at some of the recommendations shown on the paper. "Are these guys serious? I mean, women who are hot for people in the circus? like, they get off on watching the sword-swallower?"

I nodded. "I suppose it takes a depth of imagination to create these things. Writers tend to let their crazy side get the better of themselves."

He sighed. "I suppose."

While he skimmed through the list, I grazed his thigh with my fingers. It was a soft, meaningless gesture, absently executed. Concurrently, I scanned another sheet with equally absurd ideas. "Did we do a show on masturbation?"

Without glancing at me, "Keanu" said, "I believe so. Didn't we get some guy who liked jerking off while he talked dirty over the phone with his wife from the office?"

My lips curved. "Yes. He'd lock his door, call her, and proceed to describe all the things he wanted to do to her when he arrived home."

"We couldn't air all his comments."

"Keanu" added, with a chuckle. "The censors had a fine job splicing that one together."

I shrugged. "So what else is new? If we didn't broadcast at least enough of the suggestive parts, we wouldn't please our audience."

"Keanu" concurred. "If we didn't, it would definitely disappoint them. That's why they tune in daily."

The pattern with which I caressed "Keanu's" thigh evolved into something distinctly erotic. My fingertips had embedded heat sensors, detecting as well as attracting the beat of his hormones. A compulsion to include those firm buns in my swirling probe steadily rose. I barely fought off the urge. My nerve endings thirsted for that manly texture.

"On the flip side, we also ran a show about wives who have visited their husbands at work for a little after-hours fun," he reminded. "Who could forget that one woman who got disgusted with all the overtime her husband was racking up at the office and elected to do something about it?"

"Didn't she arrive naked under a raincoat?"

"Keanu" chuckled. "And spike heels. She stood on his desk and did an arousing striptease that ended with a hot and heavy session."

"The spark in their marriage was completely restored." I inched dangerously close to his butt, my fingers poised for attack. "We definitely cater to people's fantasies. More importantly, we show our viewers that most of them aren't unusual-they're popular."

"Keanu" extended his leg and accidentally brushed mine. At least, that was my perception. It was a virtual shock to my system. Ohhhhhhh. I was ill-equipped to receive that potent charge. Was he reciprocating some of the stimulation I fed him?

"How about the man who liked hiding in the closet to watch his wife fucking men she picked up in bars?" he prompted without lifting his eyes from the paper-or determining the location of my hand.

"I think that was because he couldn't seem to understand his deficiency in bed," I mused. "His wife claimed nothing he did kindled her lust."

"She sure liked inviting those studs over. They'd go at it for hours while he secretly observed them. She didn't have the slightest notion he was hiding from view."

I slid closer to "Keanu," shaking with desire. The hell with these games. I put my hand on his ass and treated myself to a series of gropes. I pinched and fondled him to my heart's content.

"But he did reveal himself to her, after the last stud left. He came out of the closet and fucked her brains out. He imitated the same moves he'd seen, while also improving on them. His wife underwent a complete change afterward. She didn't want anybody else, only her husband." My fingers snaked between his legs, somewhere between his anus and balls. "It just goes to prove that it never hurts to learn," I appended in a husky voice.

"Keanu" was mute as I stroked and prodded. A hot, churning sensation overtook me. I could see him make the mental transition from perusing that list to uncontrolled horniness. I magnified the yearning I ignited with precision. My hand was an extension of my fevered brain, infusing him with the same, desperate thoughts.

Gradually, "Keanu" reached for me. He caressed my cheek with his thumb. To complete his delight, I licked it. He watched my tongue flutter over it, then, when I was positive of his enjoyment, I sucked it into my mouth.

It was time to push work off to the side.

"Barbara," he gasped, then slid his hand into my robe and cupped my tit. He thumbed my nipple, making it harden. Desire flashed through me like lightning.

I released his thumb, then slowly brought my tit out of concealment. It bulged deliciously from my robe. His features tensed at the plush pinkness of my aureola. I took his saliva-coated thumb and swirled it around the nipple. It expanded yet further. I moaned, showing him what his touch did to me.

"Keanu" uncovered my other tit, then planted his mouth over the other nipple. Soft suction followed.

I arched myself to him, taken by its stirring force. Although neither of us demonstrated blatant lust for each other at the studio, we recognized an opportunity to physically enjoy one another. "Yes, ohhhh, suck it. Lick it, yes, yes, harder."

He kneaded one tit while sucking the other. His somber, starved expression pierced me. He appeared engrossed in what he was doing.

I rolled onto my back, surrendering to the power of his suck. Shaking with want, I readily submitted myself to him. I was totally involved in the splendor his mouth provided.

"Mmmmmmmmm," he grunted, taking advantage of my sweet nipple. His tongue twirled around it, inflaming my senses. "Oh, Barbara. You taste so good."

I was tingling with desire, warm and wet. He knew it and drove that impulse steadily forward. My robe spilled open, exposing my writhing flesh. I trembled as "Keanu's" hand traveled the length of my body. Ohhhhhhhhhh. His touch seared me. When he arrived at my black panties, he grinned. Very slowly and methodically, they were tugged over my hips until he saw the brown wisps of my pussy. It was then that his hunger truly flared. He dragged me by the shoulders to him. I felt urgency in his grip. His need seemed very strong.

"Ohhhhhm," I sighed. The air compressed from my lungs at the first lashing of his tongue. He lapped my nipples in a way that left me in a hot quiver. I let out a cry as his lips dug wetly into my flesh, sucking my tits. His tip remained vibrant as it teased my rock-hard nuggets. My cunt dripped with a moisture that would have made instant penetration possible. A gnawing desire to be fucked clutched me. I barely held back the whim to feel his cock and make it big. I ached for him to put it in me.

"Keanu" was very much in command of the situation. His hands explored my body with curiosity, groping my flesh as though to reassure himself this was hardly a fantasy. One minute we were discussing work-related items, the next, hot sex. His fingers delved into my butt, searching for my heat source. His squeeze was tender, yet strained.

"God, Barbara." His voice" was hoarse with longing.

My pussy, hot with juice, itched for cock. I yearned for him to take me from my misery and shove it in me hard.

But "Keanu" took a different approach. He removed my panties, flinging them off to the side. I was totally naked, overheated with want. I was sent a feral look before he lowered his face between my legs. I opened them wide, shaking. His breath was hot against my inner thighs. He kissed them, tracing the flesh with his tongue, then moved slowly to my open heat. His mouth neared my cunt. I could not control the warm tremors that came at the thought of receiving his tongue. I anticipated the rush of excitement.

"Keanu" did not disappoint.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh!" I whimpered as he slithered along my cunt lips. He moved his tongue up and down until they divided. My swollen clit was now accessible to his tip. He lapped the juicy area, lapping up the moisture, flicking into the hot slit, then went straight over my love button. I closed my eyes, clutched his head and moaned sharply. I tried to guide him in his volley of sweet licks, but he wouldn't be tamed. He demonstrated a strength I hadn't expected, slurping me furiously. All I could do was thrust my cunt at him.

"Ohhhh, there, yes, there. Don't stop. It feels so good." I was unafraid to express myself in graphic terms; "Keanu" adored verbal approval particularly when I was fully aroused. "Suck my pussy, eat my cunt good. Ohhhhhh. Lick me deep." I gritted my teeth and let my fractured breath alert him to my thrill of his performance.

I watched him gobble my pussy, but our position was far too awkward. My weight was supported by my elbows and my tits bobbed heavily, my knees resting on his shoulders. I barely caught his face as it descended between my legs. Just that sweet tongue action, fast and furious, made its existence known to me.

"Keanu" pried open my thighs and sank his head between them. He dipped into my nectar-rich pussy, eating the creamy spew that emerged. His fingers were like iron as they held me apart, yet he wasn't rough. He seemed conscious, even during the heat of passion, not to hurt me.

"You're like honey," I gasped in between slurps. "Oh, Barbara. Let me eat you. Let me suck your pussy. Mmmmmmmmmm. I can't seem to get enough of you."

"Yes, yes!" I cried tersely. He made my clit throb as he licked it, sucking around my cunt lips. My ass jumped high as I shivered, only to be wrestled down to the bed by his tongue. I shook feverishly as he fed upon me. When I thought I'd had enough and was about to cum, he varied the path of his whipping tongue, forcing me to adapt to a new rhythm.

"I've wanted to do this since I walked through the door," he confessed under his breath. "It's tough being in the same room and not making a grab for you."

He slid his mouth back to the dripping pinkness, devouring me with an inflamed appetite. He ate my cunt so sweetly, giving me tremendous satisfaction. He stroked my pussy lips, swollen and ready. He followed the rich flesh up and around, coming back to my slit. Finally, he entered my pussy with his tongue.

"Ohhhhh," I gasped, shaking. My fingernails scratched his head as I reacted to the assault of powerful sensations. I arched my back, moaning.

He strained to penetrate me as deeply as possible. I threw my legs open even farther apart, wanting his tongue buried in my snatch. I began gyrating my hips, moving in circles against his mouth, begging him to extend himself yet another inch or two. He wiggled his tip inside me, probing my tight cunt walls. I felt his saliva dribble down my thigh. I whimpered.

"Oh, God, that feels incredible," I murmured consumed with lust. He was driving me out of my mind-and was completely knowledgeable of that fact.

When I thought I would go mad, he abruptly withdrew his tongue and attacked my clit. He vibrated against me until I pulsated beneath the tickling pressure. My cunt became even more hot and juicy from his volley of licks. The young man bid me no escape from direct contact with my love button. I was shattered by the feverish lashings. His subsequent slurps sent me into oblivion.

Woozy from his cunt-lapping, I was propelled by a need to hold his cock in my fist. I curved by body, altering my position until his crotch was within reach. I saw that his dick was hard and straining against his jeans. I was pleased to see how big it had gotten, pulsating with fury. It was fairly substantial for someone of his height. His erect cock spanned the length of his front. As he twisted on the bed, gulping my hot juices, I noticed the tip of his cock emerging from the top of his underwear. The bulbous head peered over the elastic rim demanding to be freed.

I undid the button to his jeans, then slid my hand into his underwear. His cock throbbed in my fist as I pumped it. Jesus, I was aroused, lusting for something this large and rigid slicing into my pussy. I was certainly glad "Keanu" arrived at my place when he did. He came to my rescue; otherwise, I would have had to dig out my vibrator.

Unconsciously, my fingers tightened around his pulsating bulk. "I love your huge cock, baby. Ohhhhhhh. I can see it's ready for me."

"Sure is. Mmmmmmmmmm." His mouth returned to my outpour of lust.

"Yes. Keep sucking it. Suck that hot pussy. Ohhhhhhh. Keep going. Ohhhhhhh. That feels good, baby. So good. You know what you're doing down there, that's obvious."

"Keanu" was keen to the quickening of my pulse. "Tell me how much you want me," he demanded in a hoarse voice.

My vocal cords strained. "I want you so much."

"How much?" he taunted.

"So fucking much."

"That's it," he muttered, then lapped my pussy. He appreciated my steamy dialogue in conjunction with his probing tip. "I love your taste. Oh, Barbara, you're the best, on screen and off. Nobody compares to you. You're every man's fantasy."

"I don't know about that."

"You are. Sometimes I jerk off, thinking about you."

"You do?"

"Only when I can't have you at that moment."

I responded by moaning aloud. My mind reeled. Christ, the sensation had rocked me. He punctuated the stimulation by rotating his finger in and out of my pussy. Faster and faster he went, inspiring my clit. He juiced me up with his rapid, urgent movements-only to dispatch a torrent of fresh moisture with his observant tongue. His tip became pointed and speared my horny slit, piercing my juicy pink cunt lips like a skilled tool.

"I love to lick you, baby. You're sweet," he said between mouthfuls. "Your pussy is pure sugar."

"Ohhhhhhhhh. You give good head, baby. I like what you do with that hot tongue. It's so familiar with cunt. Oh, yeah. Work it. Suck my clit, scrape it with your teeth. Ohhhhhhhh. You're driving me wild with those teasing strokes. More, baby. Keep it going. Don't stop-not even for air."

"I don't want to stop," he divulged. "You give me such a hard dick every time I see you. Oh, Barbara, I want this to be good for you. I want you to want me all the time. I want to be with you as much as possible." After a loud gulp, he added, "I want to be your only man."

That would be tough to arrange, I thought. A number of men revolved through my world. What could I say? Men enjoyed chasing after me. Who was I to deny them, or myself? "Keanu," I surmised, was quite jealous of my alternating affections for the guy at the office who looked like Lou Diamond Phillips. When those two were together, somewhat of a clash occurred. I had to often do them both, simultaneously-such as in the elevator-just to keep the peace.

At any rate, "Keanu" was sweet to wish he could be number one. I doubted it could happen, but I wasn't about to spoil our little party by enlightening him.

"Oh, God, baby, you lick so good," I gasped, lifting my ass from the sheets and feeding him cunt. "Ohhhhhhhh. Here. Put your tongue in it. Yes. Go deep. Oh, baby. You're the best. You know how to do it."

"I want you to cum harder than ever before." He lowered his face back into my muff, darkening with determination.

My grip on his cock tightened. I fastened my fingers to his pulsating shaft, unwilling to release it. I wanted to cum, feeling its bone texture against my flesh. I pumped my fist up and down, titillated by its answering throb.

Christ, I wanted to feel him buried in my snatch. I wanted to fuck him, show him how hot he made me. I was prepared to squeeze his cock, trigger his orgasm-but only after I came around that stiff shaft.

"Keanu's" tongue went faster, dabbing attentively at my juices and clit. The frequency of flicks made me fight for air. My hips kicked upward, my pussy perceptively rising to meet his galloping tongue, to ensure our slippery connection. When he fought my ass back to the mattress with some powerful licking, I cried out.

"Ohhhhh!" I choked, my brain whirring. "Oh, Jesus, lap my hot mound, keep your mouth there. Keep doing that, baby." I was infused with hot excitement, left no choice but to cum heavily in his face. "Oh, baby, I'm going to cream."

"Yeah," he muttered under his breath, vibrating his tongue to numbing effect. "Yeah."

I clenched my one fist, shaking while the other trembled holding his cock. I felt a small bead of cum pop from its head with my thumb. The rest of him throbbed in my grip.

"Oh, oh, baby.. . you're making me cum!"

I gave myself over to the fever, shuddering. My young man was ready, shoving his tongue as deep as possible into my pussy the second the contractions occurred. He, too, wanted to experience my orgasm in all its body-rocking splendor.

The spasms were rough and delicious, traveling straight to my womb. Exhilaration radiated through my entire being, seeking every pleasure point from my clit to my nipples. Tingling ripples even ran the length of my legs to my toe, making them curl. Shivering while grabbing his dick, I felt the sensation further expand.

"Yes," I cried with joy. "Oh, yes, oh, baby."

When my vision cleared and I was able to see him, I focused on the want in his expression. Raw desire was clearly etched in his handsome face. My nipples, bulging from attention, stood high. I held my arms open to him, aching to be penetrated.

"I need you inside me, baby," I whispered. "Fuck me, now. Please."

He pulled his T-shirt up over his head. His magnificent chest was bared with masculine pride. I smoothed my hands over it, marveling at its flawless contours. "Keanu" worked out regularly with "Lou" at the health club in our building. I could see definite evidence of rigorous conditioning. Mmmmmmmmmm. He let me remove his pants. Hell, I'd already gotten into them. I was too impatient to take care in folding them, preferring to wantonly hurl them beside my panties. My savage display brought a grin to his face. He seemed elated to have aroused the slut in me.

"I imagine your housekeeper finds some interesting items hiding under things," he mentioned.

The sight of his swollen cock sticking out of his briefs took my breath. Wow. He flaunted some serious equipment. I ran the flat of my palm over it.

"You like touching it, don't you?" he asked.

"It gets me excited."

"Play with it."

I pumped his cock with my fist. It's throb answered my call of passion. "You sure have a nice cock. Mmmmmmmm."

"Oh, yeah," he muttered, enjoying my manipulation. He swung his hips in my direction, allowing me to satisfy my need for physical contact. "Rub it back and forth. Ahhhhhh. You're getting me all worked up, baby. I want to climb on top of you and fuck your brains out."

"Be my guest."

"Keanu" acknowledged my husky invitation by slowly mounting me. I spread my thighs wide for him, welcoming the fit of his man's body. His thighs were hard and bristly-but to me, they were what I wanted moving against me. He rested his weight on his elbows, peering down at me as if he were part of a delightful dream.

"Let me do it," I said in his ear. "I want to stick you in my pussy."

I reached for his cock, scalded by its heat. I couldn't wait, but I deliberately paced myself so I wouldn't overexcite him. No use having him spurt all over me at this stage; I wanted to savor that hard dick slipping through my juicy cunt lips. He was throbbing in my fist, stiff as a bat. I guided his bloated head to my snatch, taking time to stroke my erect clit.

"Ohhhh," I moaned as a hot shiver raced through me. Involuntarily, I clenched my teeth.

"Want me to slam in hard, baby?" he asked, ready to ram me.

"Yeah."

"You want it stroking your pussy."

"Yeah."

His hand drifted to my tit, smoothing his fingertips over my nipple. Electric shocks followed. The guy certainly had a masterful touch.

"Look how hard you've gotten," he said, taking note of their rigid shape. "Look at how hungry you are."

He covered one nip with his lips, then sucking it through his teeth. Salvia was swirled around it.

"Ohhhhh!" I gasped. I rubbed his cock against my clit, carried away by the delicious result. He was making me so fucking horny, I could barely stand it.

"God, I love your big tits," he said. "I could just keep sucking them "

Again, my senses were given over to feverish stimulation. I found myself pushing toward the imperative flicker of his tongue. I massaged my swollen love button with his cock, making it wet with my juice. My body was fraught with a fiery commotion.

"You're driving me out of my mind," I sputtered, soaring.

"That's my intention, baby. I want to make it good for you."

His slippery pucker was a heavenly distraction. My nipple hardened beneath his expert whips and pool of spit. I vibrated under him, communicating my fever through the warmth of my pussy by dipping his cockhead into my creamy slit.

"Can you feel how much I want you?" I said, letting him stir in my juices.

Contact with my slippery cunt caused his ardent reaction. He released my nipple and stared down at me. I saw the kind of sexual starvation that made me feel weak.

He did the rest of the pushing, sinking his cock deep in my pussy. I moaned as I felt him reach through my hungry cunt, filling it with his throbbing dick. He watched me writhe and gasp as he occupied yet more of my body, lowering it until our groins were smashed together. I thought I was going to lose consciousness, it felt so great.

"Jesus, you're tight," he groaned, embedding himself far in my snatch. "Gotta be careful, baby. I don't want to shoot right away. I'm starting to get too excited."

No, I didn't want that, either. I wanted him to stay hard and deep as long as possible. My cunt tightened around his dick, willing him to pump me.

"Go slow," I said, undulating. "Fuck me slow." I wanted it to last.

"Yeah," he agreed, moving his hips.

I felt his shaft slide in and out of my cunt lips, slick with my juices. My clit tingled as he fucked, receiving some of his dick's friction. I was aware of every solid inch plunging through me. The weight of his body had me pressing into the mattress. He bore down with his knees, then slammed my ass against the springs. He repeated this action, pumping hard and fast, without reservation. The welcoming ache in my pussy overrode every other sensation.

"Not too much," I warned him, hardly able to talk. His balls smacked me, his groin thudding to mine. "Ohhhhhh. Don't cum yet. Ohhhhhh."

"Keanu" swallowed roughly, then stopped himself. "Whew. I guess I got carried away."

I wrapped my arms around him. "Mmmmm." He felt good in my embrace.

He scooped up my tits and squeezed them until the nipples were aligned, one next to the other. He covered them with his mouth, sucking and lapping while his cock stroked my pussy. The tug of his lips and the sweep of his tongue made my body sing with pleasure; the hard thrust of dick inside my cunt punctuated that sweet sensation.

I surrounded his waist with my legs. Using all the strength I possessed, pulled him tightly to me. His swollen shaft sank into me, trailed by the slap of his heavy balls. "Give it all to me. Stick that dick in me. Yeah, I like that. I love the way it feels. More. Push more of it into me. Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuck me with it."

He lifted himself from my spit-coated nipples, his face damp, his bearing feral. A wet lock of his hair swung over me. "You got me sweating, baby. You always make me sweat so much. Ahhhhhhh. I'm going to make you cum so hard. Oh, yeah, it's in so deep, enclosed in hot squish." He reached for my legs and, without disengaging himself, brought them up and over his head until they rested on his shoulders. This change of position submerged his cock to the hilt.

"Oh, God," I moaned, gritting my teeth. He was definitely feeding me solid bone, his hard cock making my pussy ache. Our groins hit with wet satisfaction. I was dripping with excitement as he pounded his big dick into me, making me feel all of it. "It goes in so far. It's jammed into my pussy. Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh. More, give me more of it. Jesus, yes, baby, that's it-slam it in me, make it explode."

I managed to get my hand between us so I could feel his shaft descend into my pussy. I caressed it as it ground into me, getting juicy from my hot snatch. It throbbed as I grazed it, sliding in and out of me with glorious agitation. I tried to grab it, but he refused to stop pumping me. Instead, I fingered his balls thumping with their creamy content-that hot white ooze he planned on squirting into my pussy.

I peered into his brown pupils while I groped him. Even in the darkness, I could see his fierce need. He made me moan as his cock went high in my pussy, slicing through succulent tissue. My cunt was opened to him, receiving the brunt of his wildness, impact of his fevered thrusts.

"Fuck me," I sobbed, rocking beneath him. "Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me!"

"I'll fuck you as hard as you want me to," he grunted. "I'll do whatever you like. I get off by pleasing you."

"This is what I like, this nice and stiff cock. Feed me those long strokes. Ohhhhhhhh. Your dick gives me so much pleasure-especially when it gets like a rock."

"Keanu" displaced my curious fingers roaming between our legs. He drew back my succulent cunt lips to their limit. His dick continued to bore far into my moist pussy. Without the buffer of my swollen lips, I was subjected to the pleasure of his cock's rough drive. I was more acutely aware of the slick skin of his shaft rubbing the tight ring of my cunthole.

"Ohhhhh, oh, my God. Oh,'" I murmured, the air compressing from my chest. "I'm getting close, so close."

"I want you to cum so good."

"I am," I sobbed, feeling myself tighten around his plunging cock.

My back pressed into the mattress as I spasmed. My entire body went numb, then turned to fire as the contractions rapidly spread.

"Ohhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

He never missed a beat, fucking me as hard as he could while I jerked beneath him. At the height of my seizure, my pussy sucked his cock into me. He groaned as he managed to keep it moving, holding back from cumming.

I dug my fingers into his buttocks as he ground into me. I arched my back, then pushed my snatch to him until he was in me deep. A prolonged gasp, dredged up from my hot, inner depths, emerged. Feeling that lost, intoxicating sensation was more than I could bear.

"Oh," I sighed, woozy. I was literally winded from the wrenching fuck. "You made me feel so good. That was great."

The young man, however, was far from through. His cock still throbbed inside me, nearing eruption. "I want more of you before I cream," he muttered. "You're hot tonight, baby-you've got me charged up."

The smooth walls of my smoldering pussy began their sucking movements at his embedded cock. I could see that it was driving "Keanu" wild, causing him to send his full balls into a moist smack against my inner thighs. I thought at that point he would burst inside me, but he merely grunted as he resumed his furious pumping.

A low, muffled groan escaped from me as I squirmed backward, almost succeeding in dislodging his impaling thickness. But he drove forward, firmly reestablishing himself in my hot pussy. There was a slight ache left from orgasm, but it slowly transformed into insufferable pleasure in my heavily filled cunt. I began a gentle rocking motion up against him, sliding my tight-grasping pussy lips in short, clasping strokes. At the same time, I ground the tiny, bud-like erection of my clit against his wiry pubes and hard cock.

I kneaded his clenched buttocks while my softly bouncing ass cheeks made wonderful contact with his balls. My stiff nipples grazed his smooth chest as my tits billowed beneath him.

"Keanu" savored the titillation I gave him, fucking my wet, clinging pussy. His thrusts were strong and deep, his lust-swollen cock retreating almost all the way out of me, then ramming back in as far as possible, until the head crashed against the innermost regions of my simmering cunt.

"Want my dick, baby?" he grunted. "Here it comes, nice and hard-all for you!"

"Ohhhh!" I whimpered, absorbing its wonderful impact. My voice quavered as I felt his steel-hard jackhammering all the way in, all the way out of my pussy. My body sang a blissful tune as it endured his rapid-fire strokes. I surrendered completely to him, thrashing and bucking wildly under him. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me good!"

"Keanu" shifted his elbows, resting them on either side of my madly bouncing boobs, and gripped both of them firmly in his palms. He tweaked the hard, erect nipples between thumb and forefinger as he dug into the resilient tanned flesh with his other fingers. He milked the up-thrust mounds with his rough hands in rhythm with his swift pumping, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from me.

"Oh, God!" I cried, twisting until he nailed me down with his whole cock.

"Does it hurt?" he muttered. "Too much for you?"

"No," I moaned. "Don't stop. More. Give me more of that big dick."

"Yeah," he said, fucking me. "It's what you need to get off-it's all you need."

My eyes began rolling in my head, unseeing and out of focus as I turned my mind inward to the rising storm of fury building up in my loins, my whole body pitching under his pounding body. I splayed my legs up over his shoulders in a widespread vee, my toes pointing at the ceiling and jerking up and down in the air as he pummeled harder and harder into my cunt with his pussy-filling cock, causing my ass to ricochet off the bed.

"I'm going to cum again," I told him, unable to compose the flare in my loins. "You're making me cum with that big dick of yours, baby. Jesus, I'm going to cum so hard."

He held me close, his piston-like hips accelerating. "Me, too, Barbara. I'm gonna shoot-"

His voice cracked as he lunged into me, then I felt him shudder almost at the same time I went into my sweet convulsion. His groin pelted against my moist pussy, his balls whacking as he emptied himself of his hot load. The gush of jism flooded me, spewing out from my cunt lips within seconds of injection. I raked his back with my nails as the gut-wrenching spasms consumed me. I ground my pussy to his rigid cock, wringing out the last palpitations of enjoyment.

"Oh, Barbara," he was hoarse, sounding exhausted. "That was so good, so fucking good."

My clit ached from orgasm, but I didn't care. I was completely satisfied, my cells humming. I couldn't remember the last time I came so intensely.

"Keanu" rolled off of me, easing his body beside mine. He wiped his forehead with the back of his wrists. His dick remained hard, moist with my sex juices. "Whew. We'd better take a break. That really wore me out."

"Break?" I echoed, ambivalent at to whether I was going to let that monster inside me for another round. "I'm through for the night."

"Can't handle it?" He was grinning from ear to ear. The temptation to fondle himself couldn't be curbed. His thick fingers went around his shaft, effecting a lazy, indulgent pump. "Ahhhh. Was it the best you ever had?"

"I'll never say," I shot back, determined to keep that sort of information confidential. He obviously wanted a full admission that he was better than his co-worker and rival for my lust.

"I know it was," he spoke with confidence. "You just can't bring yourself to admit it."

I shook my head. Keeping the peace at the studio was a job in itself.

CHAPTER FIVE

The following afternoon, I took off early and embarked on one of my little "role playing" adventures. This craving was precipitated by yet another theme, "The Strangest Places Where I've Had My Best Sex." The man I was to meet was the ideal choice to instill my latest fantasy with its proper component.

Because I was featured on a daily basis on approximately twenty million television screens, I had to maintain a low profile. It wasn't always easy. I was accustomed to getting an autograph book and pen shoved in my face at inconvenient moments. I never denied my fans, scribbling out my signature upon command, but I did like to travel incognito to get the most accomplished.

I put a scarf around my head and donned a pair of sunglasses. Inside my closet, I had a number of jackets with sports insignias on them. According to published articles listing my preferences, sports were my least favorite thing. Since I had gone on record with that, catching me with a Blackhawks or San Jose Sharks jacket seemed implausible. To my way of thinking, this ensured my anonymity.

I admired myself in the mirror. Hmmmmm. Keeping my tits inside that jacket definitely presented a problem; they refused to remain tucked within its confines. I pulled the zipper up a fraction, then reversed its direction. Although it was my wish not to attract the attention of celebrity seekers, I wouldn't mind the stare of a normal, healthy man. My cleavage did inspire a testosterone rush. Salivating, in my mind, was perfectly acceptable.

One last thought passed through my head. I recalled those pictures the tabloids loved to publish of female stars in their most outrageous or tantalizing get up, accompanied by bitchy captions. "Best" and "Worst" dressed categories abounded. Didn't these fools realize that many labeled with the less flattering rating carefully selected those outfits to conceal their identity, or minimize the impact of their presence? My attire of the moment didn't reflect my general taste in clothes-I simply wanted to detract myself from the public eye. These idiots snapped away, then tagged us as "Fashion Nightmares." The fun thing was, our ensemble didn't disguise us-we still wound up on those pages.

Part of my fantasy revolved around my being your average person, stumbling upon a particular situation. This necessitated my using public transportation. I could not use my Mercedes to arrive at my given destination-it would have been a dead giveaway. I wasn't opposed to using such means of commute. I had encountered some of the most interesting people in this manner.

I showed up at the train station, prepared to test my disguise. People milled about on the platform, immersed in reading their newspapers or magazines, or engaged in small talk with their neighbors. I popped a piece of bubble gum in my mouth and managed to fade into the scenery. It was great not being recognized.

The train finally arrived and I quickly found a seat. Sitting across from me was a woman who was at least eighty years old, reading a Jackie Collins novel. Smashed next to her was an overweight man stuffing his face with popcorn. Beside him was a young girl with wild, frizzy hair, staring off into space. Breathing room was at a minimum.

I chomped away at my bubble gum, fascinated with these three. The man eating popcorn was totally oblivious that, in his haste to get more into his mouth, he was spraying particles in either direction. Some of those stray specks landed on the eighty-year-old woman's book; she sighed, flicking them off, and continued reading. The chapter she was on must have been engrossing, for not once did she remove her eyes from the print.

The young girl with the untamed frizzy hairdo was less fortunate. Her errant strands appeared to be highly charged with static electricity and behaved like a magnet for those floating kernels. I watched in speechless awe as they were drawn into that wiry, misshapen mess. The man, inattentive to the disaster he created, proceeded to munch away.

After a few seconds, the girl's distant gaze ended and a hand soared to her head. "Uggghhh! What is this shit?" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Get the fuck away from me!"

The man glanced at her as though she were the rudest thing on earth, then crammed an overflowing handful of popcorn in his mouth.

Ahhhhh, I thought with satisfaction. Public transportation-I loved it! If I rode the train on a daily basis, I could confidently pen most of the show's material myself.

Several stops later, I hoisted my bag and got off. Hailing a cab was unnecessary; the park was only a few blocks ahead. I noticed a little spring in my step. The anticipation was building. I could scarcely wait for the festivities to begin.

The park I chose was enormous, with a virtual forest for a backdrop. A winding asphalt path lead the way, with signage offering direction to key spots. I took the scenic route, knowing in advance this was the one prescribed. The trees and shrubbery were more abundant further into the park. The sheltering leaves and branches offered excellent camouflage. My heart began thudding in my chest.

Halfway through the area, I spotted him. He strolled down the track, either pretending to be observant of his duties, or paying silent homage to nature. Knowing Brian Winters, my Denzel Washington look-a-like, the former was more-likely his mental frame.

I took a moment to steady myself. Brian looked incredible in his police uniform of navy blue and starched crispness. His badge and gun illustrated his law enforcement role. If these items weren't present to authenticate his attire, the excitement wouldn't have been as vast.

Brian had always indulged me in my exhibitionistic tendencies. He took pride in arousing me in public, then accepting my dare to fulfill my sexual urge. I suppose part of that aplomb was derived from the risk he was forced to manage on the job. Brian had told me stories of being thrust into danger. Life-threatening situations were standard in his profession; they cropped up without warning. If it weren't for his training and experience, he might not have been the same man. The pleasure I received from him could differ; thank God it remained deliciously consistent.

I glanced around, verifying our isolation from others. No joggers, mothers pushing strollers, or roller blades were in sight. My lips curved.

Putting some sass in my walk, I went up to him. Brian caught my strut from the corner of his eye, yet refused to look straight at me. That proved fine in my book. The scene called for him to go about his business as though this were a normal day. What happened in the next five minutes was designed to change that.

Just as I reached him, I deliberately skimmed him with my tits. I had unzipped my sports jacket to facilitate the disbursement of those erotic jolts. It had precisely the jarring effect I hoped to accomplish. We locked eyes. His gaze was of laser-hot intensity, piercing the shaded frames of my sunglasses.

God, he was more than a sexy black cop to me-he was a virtual god. Even if he didn't physically parallel Denzel Washington, I would have gladly jumped his bones. I was honestly convinced it was a combination of his uniform and his dynamic appeal.

I flashed him a "fuck me" smile, putting the invitation out there with a jut of my hips. That, however, was an insufficient transmission. I realized I wanted to instill a more lust-provoking message. After again verifying that we were totally alone, I pulled my T-shirt up and let my tits pop out at him. My nipples were discolored and erect.

Brian was astonished by my approach. His mouth dropped open. That little act caught him by surprise. I doubted he knew I would bare myself to him so abruptly.

Having achieved the result I sought, I then walked off the path and steered myself around the tree. Just as I rounded the corner, he seized me by the wrist. He was hot on my trail. My eyes glimmered with hunger. Brian accepted my dare and descended upon my ripe, wet lips. My tongue plunged in his mouth, sucking at him with a force that made his pulse quicken. The sounds around us were deafened by the blood pounding my eardrums.

"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned. My fingers roamed him, delving up into his shirt. The buttons were frantically undone. I found his nipple and scratched it to hardness.

Brian groaned. I knew how to touch a man. His body buzzed with life. I groped him all over. His cock tightened in his pants. Tingling warmth, filtered by my feathery graze, had flooded him.

I streamed over the taut muscles that lined his chest and stomach. When I reached his groin, the thick bulge swelled in fierce response.

"Oh, Barbara." Brian breathed heavily deeply. Our role playing forbid him to speak my name, but I made short work of his will power. He moved back toward the tree, searching for support. I stroked his cock into a rigid state, tracing my electric-charged fingers.

I never left his mouth, exploring it with my hungry tongue. I pushed against his, communicating my desire. Brian could even feel the heat emulate from my body.

"Christ," he muttered, "you're driving me wild."

"Shhhhhh." I placed a finger over his lips. His bristly mustache seared me.

He thrust toward me, encouraging my grope. "I've got to get my fucking cock in you! Hot cum's churning in my balls. Come on," he whispered gruffly, "take it out.. . "

I choked back an excited sob. I barely got the zipper over the stiff growth in his pants. Brian knew the outline of his massive hard-on got my juices flowing. The red in my cheeks was a prime example.

Brian enjoyed my efforts to free him. I had to be careful not to unfasten his belt and gun holster; he insisted on keeping these items attached to him. He watched my appetite flair as I unbuttoned his pants, then enclosed his hard dick in my fist. That beautiful black shaft stretched high, pulsing with want.

"Jesus," I murmured, stroking it with adoration. "It's gorgeous. I love it."

Birds chirped around us. Branches, filled with leaves, extended to conceal our illicit activities. I shivered. Being with Brian, surrounded by nature, was an absolute turn on.

"Do you want me, baby?" he asked, his big dick practically bobbing in my face.

I hesitated but a moment, visibly obsessed with its size. "Oh yes, yes."

"You've really got me worked up," Brian told my in a heavy tone. "Let's see those tits again." He flicked my nipple with his thumb. My T-shirt was paper-thin, affording him that feel of eraser-thickness. In the next instant, he tore it open. I let out a start as my plump tits and pink nipples sprang out at him. The erect nubs begged to be sucked.

His mouth floated over my tits, trailing a moist tongue. He darted at my nipples, sending them a delightful shiver. My flesh smelled lush, fragrant. He took my boobs firmly in his grasp, rotating the balls of his thumbs over the jutting nipples, coercing my gratified moans.

"Ohhhhhh."

As he mouthed my tits, he lifted my skirt. It slid without protest up supple hips to reveal more of my hot, sleek legs. I wore frilly white panties. Brian could see the rich triangular growth peer through the lace.

"You are hot, baby," he groaned. "So hot." The panties were eased from my crotch. The second he smelled the musky hair, he swallowed hard. "Oh, yeah, yeah." He pulled them off roughly, hunger fueling his strength. He massaged between my legs, lubricating my cunt with the outpouring juices.

I pumped his hard cock with my fist. My faint sob reiterated my need for it. He braced himself, buoyed by the obvious thought of my delicate hands manipulating his shaft. The contrast of white skin to black added sizzle to the moment. Given our open atmosphere, he looked eager to see how I intended to handle it.

I took a deep breath, then sank to my knees. "I've got to eat it," I murmured, brushing my cheek against his stomach in my descent until I came face to face with his chocolate hard-on. Parting my lips, I brought them over his swollen cockhead. He clenched his fists, grunting with satisfaction. I dipped my head lower and sucked. Moaning, he steered toward me, making me take it to the base. His cock disappeared in a rush of saliva and lip. The pressure of my tongue followed, swirling around it, moistening him, then I took more in a deeper swallow. Brian's groin caught on fire as I ground my lips, then he mumbled his satisfaction.

"You like that, baby," he muttered. "Mmmmm. I can tell. You like my big, black dick. You like sucking me. Go ahead, it's all yours." He leaned into my mouth and watched me devour him noisily.

I slurped and tongued him as if it were my born talent. Brian nodded, lightly grasping my head and guiding his meat into my willing mouth. He was going to savor every lip-rubbing, tongue-drenching second.

"Eat it," he commanded, straining his shoulder blades to the tree. He guided himself far into that devouring receptacle. "Swallow me." He saw my insatiable expression as I made his cock disappear. I brought my lips all the way down to his thick base, absorbing every bit. His thing was drowning in a pool of hot saliva. Ahhhhhhhh! A tickle of pleasure shot through me upon recognition. I wanted to please him.

"Mmmmmmmmm," I purred, gobbling him whole. "Mmmmmm."

"Christ," Brian gasped, "You really love to suck. You give incredible head."

I worked him into a blistering frenzy. A drop of sex juice oozed from the tip of his cock after

I sucked long and steadily on him. He repressed the urge to immediately cum, if only to save some for my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I concentrated on how he'd make me moan with his cock. My lips caught that manly bulk, then I furthered my assault with a scalding lash of my tongue.

"Baby, wipe me with that hot tongue, suck me, suck me hard. Oh, baby, eat my dick!" His shaft stood fat and solid as I kissed down its length. His Adam's apple rippled at each saliva-rich pucker. I lightly tongued the underside's thick vein, causing the tightly drawn skin to redden with excitement.

While he recovered from the light headed rush, I lapped his cum-swollen balls. I caressed them with my slithering tongue, prompting the mercury to climb in his body. "Mmmmmmm. Suck. Yeah, suck. That's it, blow me! Rub my shaft with spit! Ugghhhh, suck it, mmmmmm! Gobble me up! Make my cock vanish down your throat! Swallow it.. . ohhhhhh!"

Jesus, I hoped nobody heard us from the other side of this tree. I don't think Brian would think it was cool having a curious jogger discover him getting his dick sucked. I shrugged, figuring I was with a policeman, and an explanation, if we were suitably inventive, could be had.

He shuddered as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, swirling my hot tongue around it. Rocking on his heels, he fucked my face with his stiff cock. I made quite a meal of his balls. The pronounced veins protruding from his cock nearly broke through the skin. When I finally released his testicle and returned to his hard-on, he was winded.

Realizing the delightful torture I subjected him to, I downed his whole shaft in a single gulp. The sensation of being swallowed overwhelmed him. He pushed himself past my tonsils, engulfed in tingling wetness. He groaned with intense pleasure as I opened to receive the rest. My wriggling lips caressed his balls as I filled with cock.

"Jesus," he gasped, pleased with my skill. His tool was buried to the hilt, and still I handled it. "You're going to make me cum."

I quickly detached my lips, aware he was about to blow. Brian gasped as my warm spittle trickled down his stiff dick. A second later, that sweet tickle of my tongue resumed stroking his cock. My feather-like touch massaged his balls. He clenched his fist in reflex, then slammed it into the tree with a loud thud.

"Oh, shit," he muttered. "Yes, baby, yes."

I gorged myself with cock, driving him out of his fucking mind. It was fun reducing him to a delirious, sputtering hunk unable to think beyond what was going to be squirting into my mouth.

He felt my hot breath and heard my muffled whimper as I sucked. He dragged in deep gulps of air, then looked down. He saw my ass swaying as I moved, then apparently thought of my pussy.

"I'll bet you're sopping wet," he groaned. "I want to shove my cock between those great legs. And those big tits hanging there, begging to be sucked. Oh, baby, I'm going to give you a whole lot of love right here, behind this tree. You're going to get so much of it."

"Mmmmmmmm," I sobbed, vibrating with want. I quivered at the thought of him taking me, brimming with hunger. I could hardly wait to be fucked with that huge cock. My pussy longed to feel its massive power.

Just when I thought he was about to cream in my mouth, he pulled his cock out. "I want to suck your tits," he told me.

I made no attempt to resist. The second I rose to my feet, he grabbed my butt and dragged me toward him. I let out a squeal as I pushed my tits into his face. He attached his mouth with an enthusiastic pucker, then ground his lips into the billowing smoothness that spilled from my ripped T-shirt. I responded with a low sob that grew in intensity. He whipped my nub with force, making me feel the need I provoked, then slurped the pink surface with his tongue.

"Yes," I exhaled. "Harder. Suck harder!"

My ass occupied his other hand. He punctuated his sucks with a lustful grope, causing me to squirm wildly. I had a voluptuous body meant to be fitted to a man's powerful frame. He ached to plunge his cock inside me as he massaged my butt cheeks. His hunger for wet pussy was overpowering.

"Oh, God," I cried, "I can't wait anymore!"

I tore from his grasp. Turning, I lifted my miniskirt and spread my legs. Brian saw the exposed thatch of brown pubic hair, damp with woman juice. My cunt lips were engorged with the craving to be filled by a real man. He could hear my hoarse struggle for air as I bent over in front of him.

Brian slumped against the tree, bracing himself for entry. As I came close, he clutched my waist and dragged me toward his ready cock. He steered the bloated crown to my lubricated slot with a nudge of his thumb, then clenched his teeth as he felt the heat seep from the steamy crevice. We groaned together as he sank his inflamed member, letting the exhilaration stir our senses.

"Oh, Christ, bring that snatch to me," he grunted. "Bring it all the way back and cover my dick."

"Mmmmmm." I murmured huskily, taking him inch by inch. He watched my cunt lips widen to take his thickness. His cock slid into my slippery cunt, prying me open. Ohhhhhhh. I felt every vein, every section sweep past my juicy entrance. He wanted to leisurely penetrate me. I approved, emitting a smothered wail.

When my succulent twat met the wide base of his cock, he transferred his grip from my waist to my dangling tits. He wanted total control as he fucked me.

He began driving his cock in and out of my tight pussy. He squeezed my tits, capturing me in a crushing embrace. My nipples were still erect, burning into his palms. He tweaked them, coercing my fevered cries. My pussy made moist, squishy sounds as he pumped his cock. Brian groaned with pleasure, enjoying the warmth of my cunt.

"I could fuck you for hours," he said. "Oh, yeah, that feels great, baby. You're so fucking wet."

I worked my hips, my mound coming at him with satisfying force. I felt his dick move in my soaked layers of cunt squish. My dense mound of pussy hair smashed against his groin. A rush of desire filled me right after he slammed into my hot clench.

"Fuck me, baby," he groaned. "Jesus, fuck me, fuck my meat, take my cock. Take it alluhhhhhhhhhh!"

Brian pulled me to him, driving his dick up into my belly.

"You're so hard!" I sobbed, pelting him with my snatch. I let my mound slap with resounding force, then trembled from the hot reverberations. "Give it to me, stud! Feed me that monster. Make me cum with your big cock."

He did as I commanded, gasping as his dick burrowed into my cunt. My pussy lips grabbed his cock and held him in a taut vise. The sharp smell of cunt juice propelled his excitement. Harder and harder he hammered into my snatch, losing himself in the juicy slot. He rammed into me with all he had.

"Doesn't that make your pussy feel good?" He pumped me, enjoying the wet smacking sounds of our groins. I was soaked with juice, easy to penetrate. He grunted as he pushed into my soft, slick pussy. My cunt lips slipped over his hard cock like a glove. "Oh, baby. It sure feels good to me. Oh, yeah, fuck my cock, fuck it good!"

I arched my back, pushing into his chest. "You're all man," I said huskily. My pointed nipples dripped with sweat. He could hear my satisfaction as he slid forward, filling me with his entire self. When he pulled back, he could see how slippery I made him; droplets of my juice lingered. "Oh, keep it in," I wailed. "Keep it in." I sliced backward to absorb more cock.

He watched as the rigid column went into my pussy, then savored the hot impact.

Jammed in my cunthole, he didn't think he could contain himself. The pressure in my snatch was building, urging him to cum.

"Am I hurting you, baby?" he asked between breaths. "You got me pretty worked up. I don't want to make your pussy sore-but I can't help myself."

I was beyond containing my excitement. "More," I urged him. "More, please."

Clamping my hips, he pumped me full with his hot dick, driving himself deep. He tilted his head back and groaned.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, don't stop!" I cried. I took his cock into my body. "Please, don't stop!"

"Ughhh! Oh, yeah, keep my dick wet. Squeeze me with your cunt." He groaned as he leaned into my soft, sweaty flesh. He cupped my waist and shoved his cock into my warm cunt.

My breath grew ragged. In a rush, I screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

"You want me to make you cum, baby? Want to cum harder than you ever have before? Come on, baby, hump me! Hump my dick! I want you to cream on me! Squeeze my hard cock with your pussy! Ohhhhh, yeah, do it! Fuck my big dick! Cram it inside that cunt! It'll fit, baby. Oh, yeah, make it fit! Bring it all the way back!

Ughhhhhhhh!" He groaned hoarsely, letting my snatch muscles milk his big thing. He fed it to me just the way I wanted, listening to me get off in the process. As he gained ground, I weakened and let him pump me.

"It feels so good," I whispered heavily. I bucked and jerked, letting him feel the pull of my cunt muscles.

I loved being led by him, yielding to his pull. I wanted to make sure he'd always remember this session. He rammed me hard, hammering his shaft even higher than it had already gone. I responded with a throaty sigh, showing him I loved it. He continued to grind me with a fury.

To magnify the excitement, he parted my pussy lips with his thumb and began rubbing my clit.

"Fuck me, Brian. Fuck me hard, baby. Do it more! More!"

"Yeah," he gasped, resuming our frantic pace. He jiggled me back to heaven.

"Oh, God," I gasped, dragging huge gulps of air into my lungs, "you're going to make me cum!"

"Yeah!" he told me. "Do it! Show me how you cum!"

He heard my sobbing plea squeak from my throat. I slammed against his crotch, pelting him with my furred mound. His dick sizzled in my slot, his jizz boiling in his balls.

Our groins smacked together in a frenzy. I humped him so hard his balls whacked my butt. The leather belt holding his gun was going to leave its imprint as well. His dick, encased in my soaked wrap, enjoyed that luxurious tickle. Moisture dampened us both. Brian drowned in my cunt juice. His body operated with maximum adrenaline, his heart pounding frantically.

My tits bobbed, nipples whipping at his hand. He squeezed one. My breathing became more labored, then I emitted a choked cry.

"Uggghhhhhhh!" I heaved, going into a convulsion. My flesh quivered against him. Binding his arms around me to stifle the spasms, he wanted to experience my every contraction. The clamp of my pussy made his balls ache all the more. He couldn't delay his orgasm another second.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned, letting his hot stream of cum flow into my pussy. He came heavily, squirting me with an ample supply. His thing jerked in my slot as he sent creamy ooze gushing into my cunt. "Do you feel it?" he asked with a croak. "Can you feel me cum?"

I nodded. "You're flooding me! There's so much of it! Oh, God! Ohhhhhhh!"

We slumped together against the tree, fighting to catch our breath. He was stiff even after saturating me. We stood there, fighting to reclaim our senses, connected at the groin. When the delirium ended, I realized we had been fucking for a half-hour. Brian was still on duty and might be reported missing.

"Hey, baby, I've got to split. I've got a job to do."

"Sure I can't change your mind?" I sassed, attempting to influence him with a powerful squeeze of my pussy.

Brian was tempted, but ultimately declined. "We've got to do this again. It was great."

"If you're a good boy, I just might let you come to my place. But I'm warning you, we're going to unplug the phone and shut out the world for twenty-four hours."

"You're on," he laughed, then gave my ass an affectionate slap. "Nobody does it like you, baby. You're the best any man could possibly want."

It was music to my ears.

CHAPTER SIX

"I can't believe you were with him."

"Lou" complained, fighting to contain his irritation. "He knew you were by yourself, and he'd get the chance."

I shook my head. "Keanu" had bragged about our little bunk down of the previous night, causing friction on the work front. Rivalry was disconcerting and unproductive. I sensed "Lou's" disappointment and attempted to nip things in the bud by pulling him off to the side. My ruse was hardly successful. He pouted the entire time he was in my dressing room.

"You like him better," he accused. "Admit it."

"Stop. You're both behaving foolishly."

"Maybe I ought to find another job," he threatened. "Then he can have you all to himself."

"Is that what you really want? To abandon the show-and me?"

He considered that train of thought. "I don't know, Barbara. I just hate being left out."

"You weren't being left out. Things just happened." I waved my hands helplessly. The competitive nature of these two was out of control; it was adversarial.

I gazed at "Lou." How could I spurn his affection?

"Come on, baby," I said, stroking his arm. "Don't get hostile. There are ways of handling this jealousy. Perhaps you should channel it, let it take on a more useful form."

"No," he was petulant. "I've made my decision. I'm leaving.

If he had even an inkling of the number of men in line who insisted upon satisfying me, we wouldn't have been having this conversation.

I couldn't permit him to resign-not because of "Keanu's" foolish boasting. I made a mental note to deal with him afterward; in the meantime, I took affirmative action. I unzipped my dress, letting it fall from my shoulders. My tits swelled out of its confines, utterly delicious.

"Are you?" I challenged him in a seductive voice. "Are you willing to walk out on me now?"

"Lou" saw my impressive tits and stopped in his tracks as those beautiful mounds of flesh shifted. I wriggled out of my outfit, causing it to slip from my luscious curves.

"Jesus," he gasped. He took a good peek at my silk panties, barely concealing the dark thatch of hair between my legs. "Maybe not yet."

"Of course you don't want to go. Not when you have this at your disposal," I murmured, moving toward him. I smoothed my hands over his trembling body, reaching for the man in him. "I need you, baby. I need you a whole lot."

He sat on the edge of my vanity, a jump of desire filling him. I sensed its possession. His cock strained against his pants, bulging thickly-the same cock I had many times before.

"You know I don't prefer 'Keanu' over you. That's insane. You're both my men. I adore you each the same way."

"I want you to like me better," he said, fighting to maintain an even tone. There was still a little fight left in him-a combativeness I still had to pare down using my female resourcefulness. He reached for me, mesmerized by my nipples.

"I do want you, really I do."

He stroked my cheek, liking its soft texture. My female smell threw his hormones into a frenzy. "My balls ache, thinking of you," he whispered.

I smiled, half-believing him. "You have a problem, don't you? How do you manage to get through the day?"

"It isn't easy."

I wanted to satisfy the horny demon in him. "You don't have to accomplish that alone. I'm willing to be of help."

"You are?"

I drifted up against him and nuzzled him with my cheek. My hands floated under his shirt and over his developed chest, kneading the smooth muscles, then caressed his nipples. In seconds, they stiffened beneath my velvet touch. I purred my contentment, feeling his torment compensated. He covered my lips with his mouth, then plunged inside. I moaned as his tongue swept mine in sweet motion, stirring my blood to fever pitch. My body hummed with pleasure as I rocked in his embrace, offering him my naked flesh in wide, spontaneous circles. I felt pressure as he gripped my ass and pulled me toward him. His steel-like fingers quivered in their hold, affecting my compliance.

"Oh, Barbara," he gasped in my ear, then slipped his tongue back into my mouth. "Oh, come here, baby."

My softness felt wonderful wrapping around his powerful body, meshing as one. I latched myself to his one leg and squeezed, moaning at the delicious pressure to my pussy. My clitoris throbbed as I proceeded to rub, rilling myself with a drenching excitement. I found myself to be incredibly woozy with lust.

"Oh, 'Lou,'" I panted with ecstasy. "Oh, God."

He cupped my tits, thumbing my swollen nipples. His cock stood up in his pants as he felt their heated texture, begging to be freed. He swallowed hard, fighting to maintain control of his senses as he felt me pump his leg.

Moving back afforded him an appetizing view of pink, enlarged nipples. He studied them with his thumb, tracing over the delectable hardness. I moaned deeper as he flicked each, the vibrations he caused traveling to the pit of my groin. I twisted feverishly against him, humping his thigh. The small, animal sounds that emanated from the base of my throat told him I was at the verge of orgasm.

He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. His dick was stiff as a pipe, ready to explode. "You're getting me hot, baby. So fucking horny-"

I hesitated in my delirious pussy massage, aware of the erotic effect it was having on him. My cunt tingled from my terse efforts, my clit ringing joyfully as it pressed against solid muscle. My panties were soaked, sticking to my engorged pussy lips, leaving a wet trail on his hair-rough thigh.

"Ohhhh," I whimpered in the midst of my fever, pushing my cunt juice-drenched panties at him. "Ohhhhhhh!"

"Lou" managed to rearrange himself so not to remove the focus of my masturbation, and covered my ripe nipple with his mouth. I cried out the moment contact was made between the aroused nugget and his skillful tongue. I could feel the hot suction taking place, producing wild shudders throughout my slick flesh. My nails clawed in response, milling through the hair on his head, streaking across the wide stretch of muscle in his shoulder.

"Oh, God." I trembled, letting him feed from my tits. My brain was floating on a sea of fire, my stomach churning with lustful anticipation. My groin slowly fell away from his thigh, my sensations redirectionalized. He sucked on one tit while he fondled the other. His mouth was attuned to the buzz of my flesh, nibbling at it with sweet delicacy. Inside, I felt the tremors gather in force, ready to ravage. I gasped heavily, consumed by a passion that propelled me.

I opened my eyes after having squeezed them shut to weather the series of invigorating shivers that racked me, only to catch a glimpse of his pink tongue emerging lazily from his mouth and reaching toward the distended growth of nipple. A bubbling quiver raced through my flesh, causing the saturated flow to spill from my pussy.

"Lou" abruptly turned me around and forced me to look at myself, fresh from orgasm. My mirror revealed ravaged features, my quivering lip, my glazed eyes. I digested my lush nudity before the vanity. His eyes roamed up and down, visibly hungry for more of what I'd been giving him. He flicked from my curved buttocks to the billowy profusion of tit. I gathered he approved of what he saw.

I gazed at his rugged looks, his piercing eyes. He reached into his pants and took out his dick. It swung between his legs in a rigid state. The sight of his arousal elicited a new surge of adrenaline. I wanted him as fervently as he wanted me.

He cupped my tit with his large hands. I watched him through the mirror and let him see how his touch affected me. My nipple rang with pleasure as it traced his palm in vivid circles. Ohhhhhhhh. I showed him, by my delighted reflection, how good that felt.

"Mmmmmm, I'm still tingling from a few moments ago," I confessed.

He expanded his grope to include more of my tit. His thumb and forefinger enclosed my nipple. His tweak had me whimpering. God, how I loved it. This guy surely knew how to push the right buttons. I was getting juicy from his feeling me up.

"You love my tits, don't you?"

He lacked a verbal response. His actions spoke for him. His mouth was on my neck. I sighed at his passionate suck. Ohhhhhhhhh. My vulnerable spot was public knowledge. His lips exerted a sweet pressure that made my head spin. My vision temporarily blurred during the flurry of stimulus. I did catch his look of determination, the one that told me he sought intense gratification.

"Lou" grasped my buttocks and heatedly massaged them. His hands were an extension of his sensuality: strong, huge, capable of rendering magic. He spread my legs apart in subtle motion. I willingly obeyed his command. In the next instant, the blunt end of his cock swooped between my cunt lips. I let out a cry as he pushed into me.

"Oh, God." I panted.

"Lou" smothered his face in my neck and continued to sink into me from behind. I bent forward, grasping the basin and rocking myself to that hard dick. I moaned and shifted, feeling him go up me. I wanted all he could give.

"Fuck me, fuck me," I implored.

I stared into the mirror and concentrated on the image shown on the mirror behind us. His ass, muscled and flexing, was pumping toward me. I saw his balls, the backs of his hairy thighs, and his cock slicing into me. I watched for as long as I could, then switched to the picture of him before me, revealing his aroused features-the pleasure emanating from his face.

"Harder, give it to me," I sobbed, steering myself at him. I didn't give a shit if we were out of control, if my voice carried out into the corridor. My staff might have their ears poised at my door, and I was still beyond caring. We had this outbreak of horniness to contend with. We needed to scratch one another's itch.

I thought briefly of the times I wouldn't let Brian lay a finger on me in my dressing room-and here I was, going at it with "Lou." My usual practice of keeping my private life secret wasn't being adhered to. I guess there was temporary loss of control on my part.

After pumping me for several moments, "Lou" withdrew. His cock was slick from my abundantly moist cunthole. He stroked himself, then aimed at my ass. I was somewhat shocked that he didn't push himself back into my pussy; instead, he squeezed himself into my asshole.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" I moaned, my pupils curving upward. I caught my fevered expression from the moment of insertion. "Oh, God. Oh, baby. Ohhhhhhhhh."

"Yeah," he grunted. "I want to fuck your ass."

I spread my legs as he stuck me. His cock slid high, sliding into my sweet buns. We heard the wet sounds our connection produced: my warm anus meeting thick, pounding dick. Its nasty noise drove us wild.

I jiggled myself while he fucked me. The thrill was deliciously magnified. The sweet friction of his cock set me off. My contentment escalated.

"Oh, yeah, slip me your dick, baby. Cram it into my ass. Ohhhhhhh, put it in there, put it in deep. Cream in there." I moaned softly as he filled me with cock. I shoved my well-greased ass at him, offering squishy comfort. "Ohhhhhh, fuck me with that big thing-pump me as hard as you can, as much as you want, until you explode. I want to feel that juicy eruption. Mmmmmm. I love when you cum in me. Yeah, fuck my ass, baby. Ohhhhhh, fuck me."

"Lou" was in ecstasy. He couldn't refuse my invitation, kept ramming his thing into my butt, groaning as I absorbed it. He clutched my tits, running his hands over the nipples. It was evident how infatuated he'd become with them. I watched how his tips swirled about, encouraging their hardness.

"I want you to love it," he whispered in my ear, taking a second to nibble on it. I felt the dance of his tongue. "I want you to want me."

I sobbed as he repeatedly shoved all ten inches into my quivering asshole. I shoved back, welcoming the pulsating fit. His shaft kept plunging into me, pleasuring me with its solid impact. I willed my inner muscles to cooperate, tightening myself around that cock. I listened to his pleased grunts as he fed it to me, smacking into my ass. He was demonstrating how it was done by a real man. Gyrating my hips and throwing my head back, I let out a scream. My hair was flying in all directions as I rode the crest of pleasure.

"Jesus, feels so fucking good," I sputtered. "Yeah, slam it up there, fuck my buns, give it all you've got. Ohhhhhh, your dick makes me so hot. Feed me those long strokes, work my clit, work it with your finger, stud-ohhhhhhhh. I love it. I love the way you fuck me. Don't stop, please, keep doing it, harder, more."

I watched him through the mirror, advancing toward me, shaking as he pumped me. His feral expression turned me on. He was sweating and fucking, his cock bombarding me with sensations I couldn't possibly handle. His body thudded against mine. I shivered as the sweat poured down my flesh, trickling down my tits, dripping from my nipples. My features were red, ravaged by joy.

Our actions were mindless, driven by sexual impulse. We groaned and shuddered before the mirror, revealing our gnawing appetites. I was delirious, almost unable to hold my gape at my ecstasized image. Seeing myself being pounded into submission, catching every stage of the process, was a bewildering experience. I became deaf to the echo of his groin slapping against my ass as we moved faster, more furiously toward our destination.

"Lou" appeared his raving self. His eyes had that distant look, as though he wasn't totally conscious of me; rather, he was submersed in that world of hot, clinging asshole rubbing around his driving cock. His mouth dropped open as he seemed to effortlessly capture each quivering moment and suspend it. There was no prolonging the frenzy. It was impossible to reverse gears and savor it. No, we were too far gone.

Meanwhile, my finger found the right spot as I wriggled it over my clit. Swiftly I caressed it, shaking. I was drunk with excitement. The only other thing I was possibly alert to was that fierce, ramming cock.

I watched myself cum. The mirror arrested every orgasmic second. My lips rounded and I saw a flash of tongue. My eyes rolled upward as the vibrations became intense. I became dazed, burning with a fever that spanned every cell in my body. I writhed, sweat dribbling down my tits.

"Oh, God," I choked, shuddering. The spasms were rough, satisfying. I thought I was going to pass out. The room spun around me as I gave myself over to the sensation. "Ohhhhhh, oh, baby.. .yes."

Just as I wrung the last ounce of joy from our union, "Lou" was detaching himself from my ass. I wasn't sure if he'd cum, too-I was much too distracted.

Slowly, he turned me around until I faced him. I was still trembling from my delicious climax and unbelievably dizzy. He examined my orgasm-ridden features closely, smoothing his thumb over my cheeks and chin. He pinched my nipples, then stroked my tits. He mumbled something unintelligible.

I looked down and saw his dick was still quite swollen. It stretched from him like a heavy column, pointing upward. His cock gleamed with my juices. You could tell what he'd been doing with it. I shivered at the thought of what he planned on doing next. That thing appeared ready to fuck.

He hoisted me onto the vanity. I panted at his strength. His dick extended toward me, moist from pumping me. He fondled me as he went. He was as close to me as he could get. He made me see the flicker of lust in his eye.

Without a word, my thighs opened to him. I beckoned him to step inside them so I could run my hands over his body.

He gave me several uninterrupted moments of quenching my thirst for his masculine flesh. I fondled his biceps, his forearms, his chest.. I even stroked his face. He seemed pleased that it gave me so much satisfaction to touch him.

I ended my worship with his cock. I took it in my fist and squeezed it. "Lou" spurred me with his eyes. I put the bulbous head at my sodden opening. He pushed, cramming it in my snatch. My arms went around him, letting him crush my tits with his chest. My heels dug into the backs of his thighs. We rocked together as I sat. I stared at my reflection in the mirror behind us-noting his wide, powerful shoulders taper to a slim waist and muscular ass. His pants had fallen during his frenzied pumping; they were gathered at his ankles.

My hands gravitated to those pumping buns of his. I clawed him there while he fucked me. He groaned in my ear. I wriggled my tits to his chest, thrilled by its solid texture against my erect nipples. I pushed my pussy at him, encouraging penetration. We did this for a few moments, my cunt swallowing him whole. I observed a barely concealed urgency in his expression. The tremors beneath his flesh were noticeable. He was holding back, attempting to prolong our fuck. Did he want to see how many times he could make me cum? God, I hoped not. The guy was going to wear me out before he did. Whether I wanted to or not, I could have one orgasm after another with him. He was going to leave me sore. He had so much staying power.

He drove down into my cunt, plastering my butt to the sink, guiding in and out of my soft, slippery cunt until that incredible burst of sensation had us both. It was building in my loins-and from a glance at his face, his, too. Pleasure was mounting fast. He moved through my cunt lips like a hydraulic press, dragging that pulsating mass over my excited clit, back and forth, until I was gasping for air. His heart hammered against my chest as our passions climbed. We humped madly toward each other, our flesh slapping with feverish intent. Sweat poured out of our skin and lubricated our undulating flesh. The pressure in my snatch was unbearable.

"Are you going to shoot?" I asked in the midst of heightening screams.

"Yes," he muttered, ramming me full of cock.

"Cream in me, baby, come on-pump me with hot jism, right in my pussy." I clasped his ass and squeezed. "Oh, God, ohhhhhhhh, yeah, baby-cum now!"

"Ugghhh.. .ugghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His eruption was violent. "Lou" had worked himself into a furor, pounding his dick between my legs while squirting. I barely felt itoverwhelmed by delicious contractions. I hadn't meant to cum again, shifting on the vanity solely for his pleasure, but getting fucked by that huge thing had my lust boiling over the top. We clung to each other, spasming. I never thought I could cum so hard.

After several wonderful moments of rough exhalations and crying out, we continued to embrace. I held him close to me until his dick softened. Part of the reason was I didn't trust my sense of balance. I was weak and dizzy from all that great fucking.

"Baby," I murmured into his ear. "You were so good, so good. Oh, yeah." I ran my hands over his shoulders, his back, and ass. I knew if I moved even a fraction, his cock would pop out and jism would spill from my pussy. "Let's not talk of your walking out on me. I need you. I want you to stay."

"Lou" wasn't of the mind to refuse me. I had fucked the rebellion out of him.

"Okay," he sighed, holding me. "Anything you say, Barbara. Anything."

I caressed his face. "Good boy."

CHAPTER SEVEN

We had to make room on the show about "Male Strippers Who Have Been Seduced At Birthday Parties" for an unscheduled appearance of actress Kelly Fitzpatrick, who just happened to be married to superstar Nick Hathaway. As an on-screen performer, Kelly didn't display much talent. Her roles seemed prompted by her husband's influence with Hollywood moguls due to his earnings potential.

I didn't much care about having Kelly on my show. She represented low value to my audience. I have, upon occasion, scheduled celebrities. Kelly, in my opinion, hadn't acceded to those ranks; she was more a "wanna-be" who flaunted her sexy looks for the cameras. The only thing appealing about her was her willingness to grant interviews; her husband, for all his virile posturing, was shy about appearing as a guest on any talk show. He might consent to a brief spot on the Tonight Show, or David

Letterman, but adamantly declined others. When my staff learned she was in town with her husband to promote his latest movie, they hurriedly signed her. Publicity-hungry Kelly nabbed the chance.

"I'm so pleased you asked me to be on your show," Kelly gushed, sitting across from me. "I watch it all the time, even when Nick and I are on the road."

"Have the two of you decided to make another movie together?" I asked the voluptuous starlet, whose flowing blonde hair and jutting tits seemed to dominate the monitors in the background. They were, if anything, a distraction.

"Oh, we're always reading scripts. It's difficult to find the right vehicle that's right for us."

"Did you feel you were hasty in choosing Power Play, given its lukewarm reception at the box office?"

Kelly shrugged. "I liked it. Nick had his doubts, though. He's very particular about the quality of the script. He envisions every scene and how it should reflect on the screen."

"I understand he's a bit of a perfectionist."

She turned to the audience and let out a giggle. "He always wants to do a good job, if you catch my drift." The huskiness of her laughter fed the imagination.

"There's been a rumor that you and your husband were very demanding of the producer while filming Power Play. You were said to have ordered a private jet to chauffeur you back and forth from Los Angeles to New York."

Kelly waved her hand. "Where did you hear that kind of nonsense?" she dismissed, with a snigger.

I read from my notes. "You also insisted upon his-and-her voice coaches."

"That's absurd."

"You also ordered a personal chef to fix low-calorie gourmet meals for the both of you, to the tune of thousands of dollars."

"Oh, please. Somebody is telling tales out of school."

"And," I concluded my list of allegations, "you hired a physical fitness trainer, as well as a masseuse, all charged to the studio."

Kelly, momentarily losing her cool, slammed her balled fist on the podium while looking me square in the eye. "That's absolute bullshit!"

"Kelly, dear, we are being televised," I politely reminded.

"Oh, yes. Sorry." She fluffed her hair and reclaimed her polished character.

"Do you attribute the last several movies you made to your husband's phenomenal success in the industry?"

"No. I won those roles fair and square. I did screen tests and got them, hands down."

"I have a notation here that you've flatly refused to ever submit to a screen test."

She talked through clenched teeth. "Your notation is in error."

"No," I went on, consulting my notes, "according to my trusted sources-"

Kelly ripped the papers out of my hand and whipped them off stage. "Let's stick with what I have to say," she said after regaining her composure. "Okay?"

"Well," I sighed, taking inventory of her sexy presence, "how does it feel to be married to a superstar?"

She sighed. "Nick is extraordinary. He's supportive, affectionate and attentive to my every need."

I warmed to the topic. "Are you implying your husband is a good lover?"

She gave us a dreamy smile. "It's the best sex I've ever had."

"That seems to challenge the viewpoint of his former wife, Sandra Richards. She claims he was a dud."

"Come on, Barbara," she gently chastised, "you've seen plenty of his movies. You've met him in person. Does he appear to have any shortcomings? Did you find him boring?"

"Sandra has gone on record as saying Nick is impotent."

"God!" Kelly feigned indignation. "Well, I've never! Let me tell you, Barbara, there isn't an ounce of truth to it. Nick is all man. He's very sexual, very well-endowed. He wears me out completely."

I eyed her frankly. "What's the most exciting thing you've done in your bedroom?"

"That's private." She pursed her sensual lips. "I'll never tell."

"Are you sure you're not covering up for him?" I tested. "Sandra says-"

"I don't give a fuck what Sandra says," she growled, then remembering her place as guest, forced a giggle. "I mean, it wasn't an amicable divorce. She was just being vindictive, that's all."

"I think we ought to take a commercial break," I wisely suggested, hoping Kelly would get a grip on herself. Her fluctuating mood was apt to confuse viewers.

After the camera light faded, Kelly asked, "Hey, I thought I was on your show to discuss me, not Nick."

"We're getting there," I explained.

"Keanu" ran up to me. "Hey, we're running overtime. We'll have to put the male stripper on next."

I glanced at Kelly, who was positively furious to have her moment of glory cut short. After tolerating her seething comments, I decided it would be a welcome change. "Okay. I'll introduce him right after the commercial."

Kelly sank her nails into the arm rest, yet fought back her resentment.

The male stripper proved to be an interesting change of pace. Todd Henricks drew wolf whistles from the women in the audience. Dressed in a silk shirt buttoned down to display a smooth, developed chest, and a pair of tight pants that all but showed the outline of his cock, he managed to generate their full attention. Even Kelly abandoned her rancor and hung onto his every word.

"You are a male stripper by profession?" I asked the blond Adonis.

He nodded. "For the past five years."

"And you've performed at birthday parties?"

"Generally. I'm frequently requested."

I could see why. The man was indisputably virile. It was difficult to focus on anything other than what he looked like naked. I wished I had attended one of those parties at which he stripped.

"You also vouch to have been seduced at one of them?"

He nodded emphatically.

"Can you credit this to anything you did while you were in the process of undressing yourself?"

"I guess I just got the women too hot. Once they saw me down to my G-string, they couldn't control themselves. I was fair game to whatever they had in mind."

"Did you swagger in front of them?"

"It's my job."

"So, you totally showed yourself."

He stared evenly at me. "They wanted to put their hands on it."

This comment elicited a gasp from the crowd.

I shivered. "And you let them?"

"I couldn't have stopped them, even if I tried."

"I take it their forwardness excited you."

"Definitely."

The assurance of his remarks, and his outspoken masculinity were beginning to undermine my reserve. I began to feel slightly warm. I tried to establish eye contact with him, but found myself glancing over his muscled body. His large hands commanded my study; I thought of those long, thick fingers encompassing my waist, guiding me through each stage of ecstasy. "You proceeded to have sex with these women?"

"Yes."

My throat was getting dry. The proximity of our thighs was too close for comfort; I suppressed the impulse to press against him. "How many of them did you service?"

"Five."

My knees were like rubber. "You satisfied each of them?"

"Without question."

"Was there anything they requested that you were unwilling to do?"

"I took care of their every need."

Those blue eyes of his burned right through me. I was shaky, envisioning that muscled body pressed up against mine while he rotated that swollen growth against my mound. Ohhhhhhh. "Have you ever been at a party where you were unable to handle the desire you summoned?"

"Never."

My hands were getting clammy. "I believe we need to take a commercial break."

The moment the camera's light dulled, I sprang from my seat. This entire conversation had gotten to me. I took off for my dressing room. I couldn't bear to be near him another second.

It was strange, considering the very title of my show, Hot Talk, and my emotional collapse. I was weak with want from that very thing. I was seduced by the man's enticing words.

When I entered my dressing room, I hadn't bothered to immediately close the door. I whirled around, prepared to do so, when Todd appeared. He had followed me, with his confidence in tow. He stood, in all his studly magnetism, motioning for me to come to him.

God! I couldn't help myself. I plastered myself to him, eager to know every part of his magnificent body. No dialogue was exchanged. Our lust was built on frantic silence.

High on the plane of pleasure, I roamed his body. I ripped that silk shirt from his chest. I felt the rigid network of muscle across his stomach strewn with hair, then delved lower, unbuckling his pants. Todd let out a low groan, obviously delighted by my decision. The elastic rim of his underwear interrupted my investigation. Before electing to meet what it covered, I smoothed my hand over the bulge of his equipment.

"Oh, Todd," I murmured, shivering. His cock was so hard and long, and his balls so large. I couldn't imagine anything of this size entering my pussy. It was considerably thick.

Groping him, learning of his wild pulse, brought a noticeable stirring in my loins. His stimulated condition was the result of my presence, my behavior. It was his natural answer to my sexiness. The way he filled his underwear, throbbing heavily, was the product of his desire for me. The knowledge of this intoxicated me. My cunt was again sodden with juice, the walls inside constricting.

"Stroke me," Todd grunted, trembling.

I obeyed, running my palm over the huge swell. The heat of his cock seemed to intensify, burning through the cotton material. His balls appeared tight in their confines as I touched them.

"Why don't you take it out?" Todd suggested huskily, shaking from my soft manipulation. "Pull my shorts down."

His voice was hypnotic. I peeled the elastic rim away from his quivering stomach, easing it over his narrow hips and down his thighs. His cock popped into view, throbbing with life. Todd's man smell was highly prevalent here, the sweat fresh on his balls.

"Go ahead," Todd urged. "Squeeze it. Play with it."

I took his cock in my hand. It was solid, thick. I pumped him through my fist, observant of the large vein throbbing along its back. How in the world did he keep something this enormous tucked inside a G-string?

"You can't imagine how glad I was to get the call to be on your show," he advised me in a low, manly voice. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I've always wanted to get close to you, and see how sexy you were for myself."

I shivered while fondling him.

"You get me hot, Barbara. Real hot."

He was leaning against my door, groaning as I held him. He arched his spine to meet my explorative touch, thrusting his crotch. I could see from the way he swung himself at me, he aimed to enjoy every second of what would inevitably happen.

I thumbed the wedge of his thick helmet, noting the scorched look on Todd's face as I did so. He was extra-sensitive there, I assumed. When I grazed his balls, a similar reaction took place. He pressed his lips together and his cheeks flushed. His Adam's apple rippled, his stomach rising and falling harshly. His nuts were big and heavy, full of cum. As I worked his shaft, I noticed a drop of man stuff emerge from the tiny slit.

"Oh, baby," Todd groaned, grasping the back of my head. "Lick it."

He pushed forward with his cock and drove it between my lips before I had the chance to give my verbal consent. Todd's love nectar dissolved immediately in my mouth. The salty taste was incredible. Todd reacted excitedly at my compliance. Having completed what he asked, I was unable to lift my head. The pressure of his fingers kept me down.

"Swallow me," he ordered. "Oh, yeah," I murmured, letting out my tongue. "Mmmmmmmmmm. That's nice."

"Come on," he soothed, "suck me. Please, give me some relief, Barbara. After being on stage with you, I need it so bad."

I was happy to suck his thing. My tongue located the throb in his dick. Lamely, I slurped the pulsing vein, tickling the bulging helmet. As my tip flicked warm spittle, I felt his whole body quiver. Todd's features contorted as though I jabbed him with a hot poker. His electrified reaction stirred me. Knowing I was in control appealed to me. Encouraged, I deepened my suck, taking more of his cock down my throat.

"Oh, baby," he gasped, feeding me length, "eat it. Eat it good."

My lips descended his solid shaft with all the style and experience he might have expected. I pursued my natural instincts to render him satisfaction. I fastened my lips to his rigid cock, moistening it lavishly with my tongue. I afforded him a profusion of saliva-rich strokes, keen to the enthusiastic movement of his body. He thrashed about as though on fire, always keeping my head clamped near his thrusting member. It was as though he wanted to ensure a nonstop blow job. Sweat was pouring down his face, his eyes glued to the action taking place between his legs. Gaining confidence, I allowed him to see every lip-smacking second in which I had contact with his dick.

"Oh, my God, that feels so good," he grunted, throwing his head back, then rolling it slowly from side to side. "Don't stop what you're doing, not even for a moment."

"Is this what those women did to you?" I asked.

"Not nearly as good. Ahhhhhhhh."

"Get in that chair," I ordered him. "You look like you're going to fall on your face, the way you're slumped to that door."

Todd obeyed me. He practically collapsed on the seat before my vanity. I reattached my lips with lustful determination. I was going to milk him for all he had.

"Jesus," he gasped.

I dove myself into the task, wanting to bring Todd to orgasm. I was as thrilled with the prospect of fulfilling his need as he was of achieving it. I stuffed my mouth with him, vibrating my lips until he groaned, then slurped him into a state of frenzy. His cock sizzled down my throat, juicy with my spit.

Todd was half out of his mind. He couldn't seem to catch his breath, straining to observe my gobbling lips. His balls were tight with cum, his stomach fluttering with heat. He swallowed hard, choking with excitement. "Oh, baby, yes! Yes, keep going. Keep sucking it."

I kneeled between his legs, caressing his inner thighs as I orally clasped him. Mmmmm. There was a whole lot to capture with my juicy lips. My nipples expanded as I fed upon him. I ground my pussy to his leg, attempting to gratify the flushed desires of my body. Christ, I was horny.

My clit twitched as I took more of Todd's cock in my mouth, answering to that feverish part of him. I thought of a way to introduce the two of them. The outcome had to be electrifying.

"Baby, I think I'm going to cum," Todd sputtered frantically. He released my head. "You'd better take your mouth away quick. Let me slide into your pussy and finish you off."

I heard him, but refused to listen. I sucked harder, willing him to discharge. I wanted to receive the full amount of his desire.

"I'm going to cum," he gasped, digging his trembling fingers into my shoulders.

I moaned, preparing myself for the explosion of his hot seed.

"Ugghhhhh," he heaved, reddening from the seizure. "Oh fuck, uuuuuhhhhhhhh, oh, man. Jesus, aahhhhhhhh, oh, baby, baby, I knew it would be fantastic." The rush of spasms hit him hard, elevating his buttocks from the chair. He rocked wildly, shouting for air, grinding every tendon in his body as that wonderful, final tickle was rendered by my artful tongue and wiggle of my lips. "Swallow it, baby. Swallow every bit!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I whimpered, downing his load.

With a strong jump of lust, he came even harder. His brain, floating on a sea of flame, was barely conscious of anything else happening as the red-hot demon inside him rapidly voided into my willing mouth.

I began swallowing the minute it spewed into my mouth. His cock jerked powerfully as it gushed its thick cream. I panted, gulping it as it poured out of him. I could see the violent rise and fall of his stomach as he emptied himself into my mouth, and heard his smothered rasp. His body still shook with the last contraction. Eventually, gravity pulled him back into the chair.

"Wow," he sighed, "that was so good. Oh, you made me feel great."

I deliberately brushed his dick with the tips of my fingers. To my utter surprise, it began to twitch and expand. I watched in awe as it once again assumed the form of a high-standing erection. Unable to contain my delight, I filled my fist with his hard cock. "God, you're big."

He seemed pleased with my adoration of his equipment. "You like my dick, don't you?"

My lips curved into a sexy smile. "Very much."

"Oh yeah?" He reached for me, dragging me toward him. "Ready for more?"

"Aren't you exhausted?"

"Not when I'm excited."

"Let's get on the floor."

"Christ," he groaned as I sank down on him. His hands clutched my ass, bringing my impaled snatch flush with his groin. His cock lengthened in me, providing a sweet ache that would only deepen.

I received him into my cunt with a gasp. I wanted more of Todd than I got before. Straddling him seemed the only method of accomplishing that. I yearned for his delicious impaling. "God, yes. Oh, yes, there's so much of you, baby, so fucking much to sit on."

"All five women sat on me at that party."

"Was it this rigid?"

"Yes."

"Ohhhhhhhh." That solid, male hardness pulled me wide open. I pushed down, taking it up my pussy.

In the next instant, I rose. My hips, set high, left a juicy coating on his stiff member. After lingering at this steep incline for several frustrating moments, I plunged down upon him with humping force. My cunt swallowed all of him again and again, treating him to some squishy friction. His dick pumped in and out of me, making me moan. I threw my head back, enjoying every piercing second. I angled my body to receive all the pleasure I could. I wanted to feel every inch crammed in my pussy. Nothing beats a hard, hot cock jammed into my cunt. God, I just oozed with pleasure as I descended a stiff cock. I loved sitting on a big one.

"Take it all," he groaned, his features contorted. "Fuck it, fuck that thing. Yeah, move those hips, bounce that ass. Jesus, your pussy is so hot and slippery. Get your cunt down on it, fuck my meat. Can you feel how big it got? Ride it, baby, ride my cock."

I lowered my tit to his mouth in the middle of his abandoned joy. His lips circled my nipple. I gasped as tingling saliva washed over it. In the next instant, he lapped it. The sensation was indescribable-prompting me to push down with my pussy. I had all ten inches soaking in my cunt. His hard dick throbbed between my clenched pussy lips.

"Suck those tits," I demanded. "Lick my nipples, clamp your mouth over them. Yeah, oh, yeah, rub my tits with your lips, squeeze them, suck it, suck it good, baby. Run your hands over them, feel them."

He slurped my taut nipples until I was delirious. His velvety strokes nearly suffocated me. He lapped my billowy globes nonstop. Both nipple and tit received oral attention. He glommed on me, enjoying my writhing flesh. The care he focused upon me had me creaming on his upright shaft.

I responded to the flurry of sensation. I slid my excited cunt lips over his solid member, deriving satisfaction from its size. Our connection thrilled me. I fell onto him in a strong rush. Todd moved with impulsive gyrations as I rubbed my horny clit. My pussy sucked long and slowly on his dick.

"Do you like that, baby?" I taunted, bunching my tits in my hands. "Want more?"

I wasn't sure if he heard what I said-his eyes were glazed with lust. I peered into them while he fucked me. Though he stared back, he wasn't really aware of me as he was the hot, wet cunt stroking his dick. His face glowed. I'm sure he was thinking about how good it felt covering his cock again and again in that clinging, hot squish. He wasn't going to stop until he shot his load into it. He plunged high into me, demanding I respond to him. That moist, grabbing sensation was exactly what he craved.

I took his hand and put it on my tit. He pinched my nipple in the heat of the moment. I moaned, bouncing on him, feeling his big thing dig into my moist pussy. He was so fucking hard, penetrating me.

I was totally conscious of his hands-how they felt when he touched me; how his fingers swam over my flesh and made me tingle. Grasping my tits, flicking my nipples, then catching my ass and pulling me down on that solid cock until all ten inches were fully embedded. These were all the delights fed me.

I reached for his balls and cupped them.

They were tight from wild stimulation, from fucking me. I traced the hard wedge of cock that dipped under my pussy lips. He strained to get the whole thing in, and keep it there. My constant wiggling must have challenged himbut how could I keep still when fucking a big dick that got me hot and bothered?

A profusion of sweat slid from my flesh. I was dripping onto him. Besides making his cock wet, the insides of his thighs were damp. The hair on his thighs became matted.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum so soon, yes, soon," I said after only a few moments on top. Riding him was more arousing than I anticipated. Watching him react to my warm, snapping pussy further eroded my willpower.

He didn't seem to be fazed by my hurried strokes. He was too engrossed in slipping in and out of my snatch, letting me rub against his hard dick. My frenzied vibrations merely served to turn him on.

"Ohhhhhh," I cried, bucking and undulating. "Yes, I want it, I want it so much. Fuck me with it, fuck my pussy." My hands streamed over my body, weaving into my furry thatch, grazing my tits, tweaking my nipples. A fever was rampant in me. It flowed through every vessel of my being, charging me with sexual energy. I whimpered as he pumped into me, filling me with his swollen cock.

Our desire for each other mounted. My hips rotated faster, grinding his thing into me. Todd grunted as he stuck it in me, hard and throbbing. He wanted that solid member planted in my quivering hole until it stretched my insides. Letting him try was thrilling fun.

I bore down with all I had. There wasn't an inch of him left to be squeezed inside my pussy. He gave me a ride to remember, causing my snatch to ache from the constant friction.

"You're stretching me, baby," I moaned. "But I don't want to stop. I want to cum with your cock fucking my cunt. I want to cream on your stiff dick. Yeah, fuck me, fuck me good."

"Slide up and down that cock, baby, up and down that thing. Your pussy needs it-it's been begging to fuck my meat. I felt it during the interview, and then when I was inside your mouth. Yeah, tell me you love it."

"I do. I love sitting on your nice, hard dick."

"Your little pussy is fucking my big cock. Your cunt juice is all over it. Ahhhhhhh, stroke me with that hot pussy, slam it down on my thing. Ahhhhhh, that wet pussy keeps it hard. Fuck my dick. I'm gonna fuck you like no man has. I want you to be satisfied. I love that warm pussy, baby. I'm gonna cum in it."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh." I came before I realized it. His stream of hot talk got my juices going. I jerked back and forth, flinging my tits in his ravaged face. I even brushed my swollen nipples into the thick matting on his chest. The burst of joy amplified the ordeal.

I recovered, sending my snatch even harder against his muscled body. I wanted him to experience my hunger. I could see by the horny glint in his expression that he wanted to give me his cum. I wanted it-every drop.

I found the erratic beat of his cock after several savoring humps, then sought to make its pattern even more irregular. I took that mass in my cunt and soaked it. My cunt lips smothered him in my tingling juices until they trickled over his balls.

His large hands spanned my butt cheeks, lifting and dropping me onto that pleasure-giving shaft. I gasped as it fucked me, penetrating my succulent tissue.

"Feels so good," I panted, humping him. "Are you getting close, stud? Want to cum?"

His chest expanded as he inhaled sharply. His cock was solid, awaiting my descent. I pushed down with my pussy, crying out as I absorbed his throbbing bulk. Though he'd visibly prepared himself, he buckled from my breathless plunge. I ground my wet pussy to him, smearing every inch of his dick with my hot drippings.

"You know you want to pump me with jism," I murmured. "I can tell-cum in me, baby, shoot your wad in my snatch. I want to feel that heavy gush."

I rocked against him, plowing myself down to his thick trunk. His balls grazed my ass when I had the entire shaft buried. My cunt grabbed everything he gave it, craving more. I squeezed his dick with all my might. The muscles in my legs trembled as I fought to contain him. The impulse to do so made me weak.

He shifted beneath me with a groan. He raised his hips as high as he could, then pitched forward and in reverse. His cock pounded into me, smacking moist tissue. The air was dense with heat and cunt juice. I smelled my pussy on him, oozing the length of his cock. I made him wet with my horny snatch.

"Jesus, you're going to make me shoot," he said.

"Yeah, do it, come on, baby, let me feel you squirt. You know you want to cum inside my pussy." I humped him harder, urging the flow of jism.

His face reddened. He swallowed, turning his head from one side to the next. I kept rising and dropping on his lap, cramming as much of him between my legs as possible. He looked ready.

"Ugghhh," he groaned. "Oh, fuck, fuck! Fuck!"

I came a second later, after his first few spurts. I'd worked myself into a frenzy. I contracted around his dick, tilting backward to savor the spasms. They continued to thrill me long after Todd had cum.

I lifted my ass, and in doing so, disengaged his cock. Cum poured out of my snatch. God! My entire pelvis ached. Stroking that massive dick was not without consequences. I caressed my pussy, smarting from the void it left. His thing plopped on his stomach, moist from jism and me.

The door flew open a second later. Kelly Fitzpatrick stood there, gaping at us.

"Jesus, Kelly," I said, looking at her. I didn't expect to be caught with Todd's load dripping out of me.

"Nice hostess you turned out to be," she said, walking over to us. "You didn't even bother to invite me."

"I thought your needs were perfectly satisfied by your husband," I mentioned. "The legendary Nick Hathaway's sexual prowess. Remember?"

"Ha! That little bastard hasn't gotten it up in the past two years-not even after I've sucked on it," she revealed. "I've lost all feeling in my lips, just working on that minuscule thing."

This was the "very sexual Nick Hathaway" to whom she was referring. The man who had given her "the best sex I'd ever had?"

Kelly pulled up her skirt, then lowered herself onto Todd's face. "Let's see what you can do, stud. Show me how you handled five women."

"Mmmmmmmmm," I heard as she fit her juicy snatch to his mouth. He reached upward with his tongue, retrieving hot moisture.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. "This guy sure can lick. Oh, yes. More, baby. Eat me. Suck that pussy."

I had thought I'd seen everything. Boy-was I ever wrong. Being in this business, I learned that anything was possible.

"I'll leave you guys alone," I said. "Somebody has to finish the show."

"Keanu" and "Lou" were outside, panic-stricken. "Your audience has wondered where you've been," they told me.

"Relax. Everything's under control."

"Where's Kelly? And Todd?"

"We'll have to do without them."

"But how do we fill ten minutes?"

I winked. "I'll think of something. I usually do."

THE END
Hot Talk ....(83k)    by Barbara Boinck





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