Karen Christopher, model, slouched in her bed, her arms folded across her chest. Carl Barrows, her lover, her agent, licked slowly up and down the inside of one of her smooth thighs. She stared down at the top of his head, but didn't react to the pleasant stimulation inching toward her dark-haired snatch.
"Okay. What's wrong?" Carl asked, raising his head.
"My career. That's what!"
"Oh, baby. Can't we save this for the office? This is no time to be talkin' business," he complained, his fingers moving up to tickle the trimmed hairs covering her box.
"Carl! I'm 32 and still struggling! If I was going to make it, I should have made it by now."
"Thirty-two ain't dead, baby! I'm workin' on it. Just relax and spread your legs, honey."
Karen didn't move.
Carl's fingers slipped into her gash and tried to open her cunt. She resisted. He pulled. Her pussy remained unavailable to his wanting tongue.
"Dammit, Karen! I can't do anything about it now! At the moment, I happen to be your fuckin' lover, not your agent."
"Just promise you'll try real hard to find me something permanent. Get me some steady work. That's all I want," Karen said, her voice softer than before.
"I will, baby, I will. Can we get back to where we were? I've got a busy day tomorrow, and you've got a photo shoot. Whadaya say, honey? Can we stop talkin' now?"
Karen responded by opening her legs and relaxing the strong muscles of her cunt. His fingers dove in between the folds of her cunt and parted her pussy for his lowering mouth.
His tongue flattened into her gash and lapped up to her clit and down to her asshole. He tasted the tender flesh of her pussy and aggressively licked her slit from top to bottom.
Karen moaned above him and pumped her hips to press her pussy against his active face. Her hands fondled her tits as Carl's tongue fondled her box. Heat and pleasure rose within her body, her mind totally given over to sex.
With his fingers manipulating the soft contours of her cunt lips, his mouth traveled through her narrow bush and onto the flat plane of her stomach. His tongue dipped into her navel as his fingers worked their magic within her warming snatch.
His lips kissed over to her hip, his tongue leaving a wet trail along her skin. He nibbled and licked across her abdomen, lightly skimming her flesh, tickling her body with his feathery caresses.
Karen squirmed beneath his tongue, her body filling with carnal desires, her pussy thumping for his hot cock. They had only been lovers for three months, and she wasn't yet completely knowledgeable about his dick. It seemed she learned something new about his mighty organ each time his prick was buried within the juicy interior of her cunt.
He licked up to her tits, and Karen knew his cock was nearing its target. Her hands went to the back of his head as his mouth moved up to close his lips around one of her springy nipples. He bathed it, circled it, flicked it gently until it began to grow firmer within his sucking mouth.
Her breast warmed beneath his tender kisses, her nipple hardening against his playful tongue. He moved to her other breast, and the response was the same. Her nipples felt as hard as her clit, yet they felt soft and pliable as his tongue rocked them back and forth.
His hands squeezed around her boobs to send her hard nubs deep into his mouth. His body rubbed against hers, his cock close to her pussy, but not yet touching her craving gash. Pressing her breasts together, his tongue lapped from peak to peak.
"I wish my tits were bigger," Karen blurted.
"Oh, no, baby! They're just right!" Carl said, raising up, his hands still massaging her spongy mounds. "More than a mouthful is just wasted, honey. Besides, models can't have big knockers."
"I guess, but-"
"But, nothing. Baby, your body is perfect just the way it is."
Carl returned his lips to her left boob. Using his fingers, he stuffed nearly her entire tit into his mouth. His eyes raised, and he mumbled around her breast.
Karen laughed. "Okay, okay! You've made your point. Now get serious. Fuck me, Carl. Make me forget all about my career."
Karen's cunt was more than ready for his boner as Carl retreated down her body. His tongue slid down her torso, over her tummy, and into the narrow swath of hair which had been shaved to remain hidden by the smallest of bikinis.
Karen expected to have her pussy eaten by his fabulous mouth, but Carl kissed over her cunt. His mouth moved onto her thigh as his hands raced over her hips to snuggle up under her butt. His fingers pressed into her firm globes before moving onto her thighs. He forced her to raise her legs, her crotch lifting from the bed.
His hands skimmed up to press her knees nearer her chest. His mouth dropped into her crotch, his tongue in search of her asshole. He slowly traced around the puckered entrance to her butt, his nose pressed into her pussy. He tickled her anal ring then lunged into her backside.
His tongue darted in and out of her asshole, his lips spreading in her crack, his nose rubbing so close to her pussy's hole that he nearly entered her wanting box. Swooning around his stimulating tongue, Karen's pussy needed action in the worst way.
Her hands played at the top of her slit, pressing, massaging, molding her lips around her throbbing clit. Her fingers increased her desire and sent flames of lust shooting through her body. Her ass and her cunt were ready for the foreplay to end.
"Oooo, Carl. Fuck me, honey! Fuck my pussy."
Carl slipped his tongue out of her ass and kissed up to her thumping clit. His lips closed around her pulsing prong and sucked, his chin pressing against the entrance to her excited cunt. Lifting off her tasty erection, he granted her wish.
Her legs dropped back to the bed as Carl climbed up her body to place his sturdy hard-on above her twat. He slipped his girth between her cunt lips, wiggling to wrap her folds around his wide shaft. He covered her face in kisses as he rubbed his cock along the tingling trench of her cooze.
But Karen wasn't about to wait any longer for his stroking rod. Her hands forced themselves between their bodies, her fingers pushing his cockhead down to her anxiously waiting hole. His hips raised to let her position his cock for the smooth drive into her body.
She circled his knob around her hole, greasing his head with his oily fluids, teasing her box, raising anticipation. The instant she stopped, his cockhead barely stretching the opening to her cunt, Carl pushed forward.
He entered her slowly, her pussy grasping his dick, his shaft glidingly disappearing into her hot, wet interior. Breathy gasps accompanied his prick's journey between the hugging walls of her pussy.
Karen panted around his slow penetration, her thighs trembling, her snatch gobbling up his cock. Smooth and gentle, his width enlarging her hole, his dick slid neatly into her love pocket. He pushed his erection all the way inside her, her entrance stretched around the base of his lengthy spear.
She felt his balls resting within her crotch, his slick knob denting the blocking wall of her elongated snatch. Her pussy itched around his captured girth, and she relaxed her muscles in preparation for his cum-building thrusts.
He inched his dick back down her cunt, coating his shaft with the warm juices of her sumptuous twat. His knob nearly escaped her snatch before he banged back into her liquid depths. Pressing his hands against the bed, his hips launched into a steady rhythm that plowed his cockhead deeply into her cunt and brought it rapidly back to the gripping circle of her bouncing box.
While the steady stroking of his rigid rod was truly enjoyable, his foreplay had her far more aroused than a slow fuck would satisfy. She pumped her hips against his gliding dick to pick up the pace. Her hands worked their way onto his lightly-haired butt and pressed against his firm globes. She forced him to fuck her faster, to spear her pussy even more deeply.
Carl didn't resist her desire, the speed of his hips matching hers, his cock banging her box the way she wanted. His climax was rising more swiftly than he may have liked, but he couldn't be angry over the amount of pleasure swamping his stroking dick. His shaft burned with stimulation as his girth rammed through her grasping hole. Fast or slow, her pussy always gripped his cock in the most pleasing way.
He stared down upon her tits, her firm breasts gently rocking upon her chest, her nipples standing tall in pink circles of tempting flesh. Looking lower, he watched his cock stroke in and out of her pussy. Watching himself fuck her hot box heightened his lust and made his hips drive even faster.
His balls bounced against her ass as his dick drove lustily into her sucking snatch, her body jarred by the power of his greedy lunges.
Karen watched, too. She stared down his smooth chest and into his crotch. His bushy crop of pubic hair was gradually being flattened by the steady pounding against her cooze. She loved his handsome cock no matter when she saw it, but watching his shaft's wide girth plowing into her pussy was what she liked best. She stared and moaned, bucked her hips against his plunging prick, and fell in love with him all over again.
Anticipating his spraying load of burning cum, realizing her own mounting orgasm, Carl surprised her pussy with yet another new maneuver.
His hips stopped and his body raised. He nearly sat between her legs as one hand wrapped itself around his turgid length. Only his blazing cockhead sat within her cunt, her insides aflutter and wanting the return of his plunging prick.
"Open your pussy, baby," he ordered, his voice dreamy. "I need both hands for my cock."
Karen sent her hands into her crotch, her fingers spreading the soft folds of her cunt. Carl held his fat shaft with both hands, and Karen had no idea what he had in mind and was less than pleased when his cockhead pulled out of her pussy.
Then he quickly popped his knob back into her box. He fed just his searing dickhead to her snatch before pulling out of her clutching cunt, His hands squeezed harshly around his rod as he rapidly poked in and out of her tingling twat. His knob swelled, turned a deep shade of purple, and grew bigger than she had ever seen it.
His speed was incredible as he worked just the tight circle of her cooze. New sensations attacked her crotch, her orgasm as aroused as if his dick were plunging fully into her excited interior.
His aim was perfect, his sloping cockhead flawlessly dipping into her box on each forward drive. Still, she held her pussy open, her hips unmoving to make sure his knob popped squarely into her euphoric hole.
Each lunge into her snatch produced a squeal of ecstasy as her cunt jiggled around the fleeting stabs of his blazing cockhead. As soon as his knob was in, it was out. And as soon as it was out, it was in. What would seem to be torture was sheer delight. Karen never imagined that anything less than full penetration would inspire her orgasm, but her insides were swirling with a growing climax.
It was hard to keep her hips quiet, to keep them from bucking against the spirited excitement racing through her cunt. But she managed, the only movement coming from the jarring action of his poking prick.
Carl grunted above his stabbing dick, the friction on his cockhead forcing his climax into his shaft. His hands took an even firmer grip around his girth to trap his load within his madly throbbing length. His knob ached and burned and itched wildly, but he gritted his teeth and suffered through the sensitivity clawing at his cock.
Fucking her box with just his knob rapidly approached the painful. His dick was both ecstatic and devastated. The level of ecstasy pounding in his cock was not to be believed, nor was the mounting ache of keeping his climax from release.
He sent one hand down to his balls, his other locking tighter around his surging shaft. He gripped his nuts in a futile effort to prolong his climax, pulling them away from his sweating crotch. But squeezing his balls had the exact opposite result.
His spunk climbed beyond his gripping fingers and there was no denying his climax. In spite of his harsh pressure, cum shot out of his cock.
Screaming around his flying jizz, he released his shaft and his nuts and plunged into her pussy. He buried his spraying cock deeply up her cunt and reveled in the rushing pleasure of his spewing load. Pleasure suppressed pain, and his prick twitched within her clasping circle as blast after blast of fiery cum burned its way through his shaft.
After the initial shock of eruption subsided, Carl's hips slowly stroked his cock between her pussy's hugging walls. The strength of her muscles milked his dick as if he hadn't yet reached orgasm. His knob throbbed and ached within her cum-filled cunt, and his body relaxed a bit with the last shot of his steamy climax.
His balls wobbled between her thighs as he began to slowly fuck her box. He always liked the feel of gliding his cock through his own climax, and he also wanted to know the joy of her orgasm erupting around his stroking erection. Her pussy felt thick and hot and more stimulating than before as he plunged into her sloshing interior.
Karen felt her temperature rise as Carl's cock made gentle love to her cunt. She was already close to spilling her climax, the frolicking play of his knob at her twat's entrance having built it into a churning frenzy.
Experiencing the lustful beating of his thick cream against the tender walls of her cooze made sure her orgasm would blast with little effort.
She rocked beneath his gliding dick, her hips barely pumping against him. Her pussy didn't need much more stimulation to release her honey, and she was enjoying the anticipation far too much to force her climax into expulsion. She gasped around the erotic sensations delighting her crotch, those singular sensations which announce the arrival of her climax.
Her gasps turned to squeals and whimpers when her sweet nectars poured over his thrusting dick. Her back arched and every muscle in her body tensed with the release of her hot liquids.
Carl stopped thrusting to savor the heavenly feel of her climax bursting over his already supersensitive dickhead. He could feel the flow of her release as it coursed around his silenced girth, and he sighed breathily at the new sensations claiming his hard-on.
Karen's hips wobbled her snatch around the blissful rush of her orgasm. What felt hot before now sizzled. Her cunt was a flaming inferno. Stuffed full of a hot cock, excited by her man's heavy load, and now rapturously savoring her own erupting fluids, Karen's body could hardly tolerate the euphoria enveloping her crotch.
Her thighs slowly closed as her climax continued. Squeezing his nuts, clasping his marvelous cock within her cooze, Karen nearly passed out from the pleasure attacking her slender frame.
Whether it was sweat or cum, liquids trickled across her tightly puckered asshole. She wiggled her butt to stop the itch that claimed her crotch, but her action only intensified the sensitivity in her pussy as she knocked his cockhead between her slippery walls. She quickly stopped to save her sanity.
Carl yelped above her. His hand forced its way onto his shaft, and he yanked his dick out of her snatch. He sat back between her legs, his dick still stiff in his crotch, his knob looking ready to burst. His fingers slowly traced over his swollen cockhead, but his hips jerked back to keep him from touching his blood-filled flesh.
Karen stared at his deep purple knob.
"Are you all right?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yeah. It's just gonna be a little sore for a while." He smiled. "But it was worth it!"
"I'll say! Where'd you learn a trick like that?"
"I'll never tell," he said, winking and stretching out on top of her.
He laid his cock on her box and didn't move it. Karen could feel the tremendous heat his shaft emitted as it slowly began to soften. She didn't move either; she didn't want to damage the merchandise.
He kissed her once and rolled onto the bed beside her. Karen knew he'd be asleep in seconds. It was always the same. As soon as he fucked her, he'd roll over and go to sleep. But she didn't mind. The pleasures singing through her body after sex were not able to be shared anyway. The feelings after climax are private, and the silence allowed her to enjoy the bliss of his satisfying cock.
She turned onto her side and went to sleep with the joys of his dick playing in her brain, the ecstasy of their fuck playing in her cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
The alarm went off at 7:30, but Karen woke up alone in bed. Carl had gotten an early start on his day, which he often did. Stretching and wiping the sleep out of her eyes, Karen got up and took a leisurely shower. In spite of what Carl had said, she still thought her tits were too small. They were by no means tiny, but she really wished she had a set of knockers that would drive men wild.
Studying her profile in the bathroom mirror, she finally decided that her breasts were in proportion to her slender body, and she shouldn't waste her time wishing for what she couldn't have anyway.
She thought about the photo shoot while she made breakfast, and knew it was going to be a good day. She'd be working with Freddy, and Freddy was always fun.
She grabbed a cab and arrived at the studio ahead of schedule. That meant she could be the first one to have her hair and make-up done and have a little time to relax before the camera started snapping her picture.
Freddy was in a particularly good mood, even though his new assistant, a young guy by the name of Kurt, seemed to be all thumbs. But the guy was trying, and Freddy was willing to forgive.
By the time all the models had arrived and been prepped for shooting, Karen was in her third bikini. Freddy was clicking pictures like mad, but Karen doubted that any of them would be any good. It was the dead of winter, and the studio was freezing. She was sure her goose bumps would show on any shot closer than fifty feet.
She did her best to keep from showing how cold she was and was surprised the bright lights didn't keep the place any warmer. But the others weren't so cooperative.
Within an hour, Karen was the only model there. All the others refused to work in such "terrible, inhuman conditions," as one of them complained. Karen would have balked, too, if she hadn't needed the job so badly. The more her face was seen, she figured, the more work she'd get, and her face hadn't been seen in quite some time. She stayed, shivering, but she stayed.
"Okay, let's take a break and get you warmed up," Freddy said. "You're shaking so bad everything's going to be out of focus!"
"Can't you turn the heat up?"
"It's up, baby. It's just an old building. Kurt. Get one of those big beach blankets and wrap it around her."
"You sure are pretty," Kurt said, folding the blanket around her shoulders, letting his hands skim across her breasts as he closed it in front of her.
"Thank you," Karen said demurely.
Kurt stepped behind her, briskly rubbing her arms and pressing his body against hers. He boldly rubbed more than her arms, his crotch sliding slowly across her butt. Karen began to warm up, but it was a warmth that grew from the inside. Kurt was heating up more than her skin.
"Feeling any warmer?" Freddy asked, standing in front of her, watching Kurt's active hands and body.
"Definitely! Your assistant certainly seems to know what he's doing now!"
"He tries hard, but I really shouldn't let him do all the work," Freddy said with a smirk, his hands reaching out for her chest.
Karen was quickly sandwiched between the two men. Kurt obviously had an erection as his crotch continued to play across her ass. And Freddy's hands found their way under the blanket to rub her breasts. He quickly had them bared for his circling palms, her nipples erect with arousal rather than from the cold.
"Okay, guys. I'm warm now," Karen said. She saw where this was leading and thought about Carl. In the three months they had been together, she hadn't been with anyone else. They hadn't really made a commitment to each other; it was just one of those things that was understood.
"Me, too," Kurt said behind her. "Baby, I'm warm all over! But warm isn't as good as hot!"
Kurt spun her around and voraciously attacked her mouth. His tongue quickly darted between her lips and stroked her mouth with the sexual frenzy of a jack rabbit. Their hips were pasted together, the excited bulge in his jeans pressing against her pussy. She pushed against his chest.
"Slow down!" she gasped. "I'm not going anywhere."
Freddy and Kurt exchanged a look, then started to shed their clothes. Karen watched them, wondering if Carl would understand should he find out, knowing she was not about to stifle the lust filling the studio.
She spread the blanket out on the floor and took off her bikini. She started to shiver again, but she knew she would quickly be warmed by the two men who were nearly naked.
Stretching out on the blanket, waiting, she gazed at Kurt's youthful body. He had a swimmer's build, with only a few hairs circling the nipples on his smooth chest. His legs were much hairier, and she discovered his crotch was, too, when his briefs went flying to the floor.
He stood with his erection standing proudly above his uneven balls, his left nut lower than his right, as he waited for Freddy to get naked.
Karen turned her attention to Freddy, his stocky body almost totally exposed. He looked like a Teddy bear, his barrel chest covered in fur, his boxer shorts stretched across his fleshy belly. As his boxers traveled down his thighs, his fat, semi-hard dick fought to free itself from the forest of black hair billowing in his crotch.
Freddy straightened up and sent his hands down to play his cock into full erection, his balls bouncing beneath the rapid stroking of his prick.
Karen was no longer cold, her body heating quickly with two hard cocks approaching her crotch. Her legs separated for her men, and her hands massaged the wanting mound of her twat. Desire grew in her cunt, and she wondered which stiff prick would know the pleasures of her pussy.
But she would have to wait to find out, as both men knelt next to her face. Each of them angled their cockhead toward her mouth. She didn't know which dick to go for first. Since Kurt's hard-on was longer and, therefore, closer, she reached out for his shaft and pulled his knob into her mouth. Her other hand wrapped around Freddy's pulsing stem to keep him happy while she investigated the tasty feel of Kurt's rigid rod.
But Freddy was not to be denied. He pulled her head off Kurt's cock, turning her to face his thumping prick. He took her hand off his shaft and leaned forward.
Karen saw the drops of pre-cum glistening on his knob just before he shoved his dick between her lips. Her tongue felt the smooth glide of his cockhead as it shot to the back of her mouth.
Freddy claimed her face like a man with an urgent need. His hips pumped. His belly and his balls danced around her head, and his dick tried to work itself down her throat. She kept his cock within her mouth as her hand fondled Kurt's hot and pliable balls. She was in need of arousing foreplay, but Freddy seemed ready to fuck his way to climax.
And Kurt wasn't satisfied with her hand playing with his nuts. His hand grabbed his shaft and rubbed his knob against her circled lips. He wanted inside her mouth, but Freddy wasn't willing to make room.
She turned her head until Freddy's dick slipped out of her mouth. "My, what eager beavers! Take it easy, guys. Slow down, and let me handle this. Let go of your dicks and lean back."
Both guys released their hard-ons and angled their crotches above her face.
"That's better," Karen cooed, taking a firm shaft in each hand.
She raised her head and kissed each cock, a gentle peck on one knob and then the other. Her hands slowly coursed over their swollen shafts as her tongue licked from one flavorful erection to the other. Her tender toying quickly had each sturdy prick oiling, her lips coated in their slippery discharge.
She sucked in Freddy's cockhead first, since he seemed to be the most anxious. Her tongue swabbed his heated helmet, her lips locked behind his flared corona, his body trembling around her playful tonguing.
Then she switched to Kurt's pointed dickhead, drawing it slowly between her lips until it sat against her tongue. His pisshole pumped fluids like an active oil derrick, and his hips urged his erection further into her mouth. She backed off and stared at their needy dicks.
Since neither of them appeared to be willing to take turns, she smashed their knobs together, her hand squeezing harshly around their shafts. Freddy and Kurt stared wide-eyed at each other, their cocks pressed shaft to shaft, their dickheads drooling over one another.
Karen chuckled as her lips closed over their knobs. Men were such silly creatures. They were stark naked, fully erect, and ready to fuck in front of each other, but horrified at the thought of their bodies making contact.
She didn't give them time to separate their dicks as she drew them both between her lips, her tongue licking across their taut skin, their pre-cum draining into her mouth. They both moaned above her and obviously enjoyed her active tongue in spite of their pricks being held together.
She sucked hard on their heated flesh, her lips stretched, their knobs barely fitting inside her mouth. She loved the taste of their pricks, but she had more than a mouth to be satisfied. Her pussy pounded beneath her, and her tits craved the caresses that would keep her nipples firm and throbbing.
She pulled off their cocks and allowed the two guys to separate. Freddy quickly moved down to her crotch, his body sitting between her outstretched legs. His hands petted her pussy as Kurt came around to sit on her chest. He pointed his lengthy dick at her mouth as Freddy's fingers slipped into her slit to part her wanting gash.
Her mouth closed around Kurt's pulsing spear at the same time Freddy's tongue reached into her cunt. They both licked and slurped greedily, their shared desire forcing them into a lusty speed.
Kurt pumped his cock into her mouth as Freddy pumped his tongue into her pussy. Her hips bucked against his stroking probes, her cunt anxious for something longer and harder.
She willingly allowed Kurt's rod into her throat, his ass lifting off her chest, his body angled to drive his erection down its hairy base.
The muscles in her neck relaxed to let him pop his knob in and out of her accepting gullet, his shaft racing over her curled tongue. He fucked her face with the exuberance of youth, his balls rapping against her chin as his hips plowed his dick between her circling lips.
Freddy's mouth traveled over her snatch, his tongue investigating every nook and cranny of her stimulated flesh. He teased her hard clit with his kissing lips, his face pressing firmly into her crotch, her cunt lips held far apart to stretch her skin for his roving tongue.
She raised her legs to make all of her snatch available for his eager eating. And he took full advantage of her open crotch. He licked down her gash to rim her asshole, his tongue circling and poking into her anal ring. But he concentrated more on her pussy's pulsing hole, probing as if it needed preparation before his cock slammed through it. She didn't need anything more, her cunt more than ready to be fucked into orgasm.
And Freddy seemed to sense her need. His face backed away from her pussy, his fingers letting her cunt lips close over her moist interior flesh. But her snatch was quickly covered by his sturdy erection. His hips wiggled to push his girth into her slit, his base at her hole, his knob pulsing at the top of her gash.
Karen made sure she swallowed every inch of Kurt's length as she waited for her pussy to be penetrated. Her head rocked from side to side to nuzzle her nose into the curly hairs that consumed his crotch. His dickhead sat far down her throat, his shaft throbbing within her mouth, his body stilled as he savored the ecstasy coursing through his boner.
But Karen couldn't hold him there and returned to sucking his cock, her head bobbing over as much of his length as was comfortable. She let him set the pace as her thoughts turned to her pussy.
Freddy's hand lowered his dick until his slick knob pressed against her entrance. His fat mushroom pushed through her gate, enlarging her hole, slipping into her yearning interior. He climbed into her box, feeding her cunt his rounded girth in a steady drive. He didn't stop until his entire length was buried in her snatch, his balls resting against her ass, his base locked in the grip of her stretched and hugging hole.
He began to stroke, his cock gliding, his knob kissing the back of her box, his shaft caressed by her juicy walls. Both sets of Karen's lips gobbled cock with equal gusto. And both cocks thrilled her body.
Her legs wrapped around Freddy's humping hips, his fleshy, hairy ass driving his erection more fully into her greedy gash. He picked up the pace, and her body rocked beneath him. Her hands reached around to grab onto Kurt's tight, muscular butt, his globes tensed as he drove his dick into her mouth.
Karen's cunt was a wet, clinging sponge that soothingly wrapped and bathed Freddy's heated flesh. The comfort of her smothering cunt made his dick feel twice its normal size. His girth pried through the tight squeeze of her hole, and that, too, made his cock feel like it had swelled to gargantuan proportions.
With Freddy's cock raising the level of her pleasure, Karen slurped and gurgled around Kurt's thrusting pole. She chewed down his slender length, locked her lips near his pulsing base, then stretched the skin of his dick along his stiff muscle. Kurt's slower pace allowed her to fully enjoy his flavorful prick, while Freddy's eager plunges into her pussy had her orgasm swirling inside her.
And the rapid growth of her climax forced her lips off Kurt's cock. She panted around the heated excitement filling her depths. His dick sparkled and glistened in the bright studio lights, tiny stars dancing along the thin film of moisture that wrapped his erection in a second skin.
Kurt's hand stroked his hard-on in the absence of Karen's milking mouth. His fist bore down on his shaft quite hard, his cockhead bending upwards as he traveled along his slippery length. The underside of his dick appeared almost flat with the amount of pressure applied by his squeezing hand. The shape of his cock was far more oval than round as he savagely worked his meat.
But Kurt was anxious to return his dick to her sumptuous mouth, his hand gliding his knob across her lips. Karen didn't deny his pleasure, nor hers. Her mouth opened to once more suck on his juicy stick.
Freddy's steady and rapid pace made it pretty obvious that he was intent on spilling his load rather than tasting the delicacies of her pussy. He didn't play at all, his cock driving in and out between her clasping walls. Karen's cunt bore down on his thrusting shaft to help him reach his splattering goal.
And squeezing around his stroking rod increased her own pleasure. Her orgasm built more swiftly as his prick sailed through her ocean of lust. Her liquids bubbled and boiled inside her, and she no longer noticed the cold of the studio. And she was sure her men didn't either.
Kurt stroked into her mouth at a slow, leisurely speed. She was amazed that he had not yet cum, Carl's eruption came quite swiftly every time she sucked his cock. Perhaps he was now pumping into her face at a snail's pace to keep his cream from exploding. Whatever the reason, her mouth enjoyed the smooth glide of his hard flesh across her tongue. His cock thrilled her mouth, her lips caressing his taut skin and adoring the taste of his smooth, rigid muscle.
With little warning, Karen's orgasm blasted around Freddy's stroking piston. She didn't want to, but she had to pull off Kurt's enthralling erection to scream her excitement. Freddy screamed, too.
Her climax slammed into his sensitive cockhead, detonating like a nuclear bomb. Heat surrounded his rod, the power of her discharge devastating.
Karen's screams turned to deep, gasping grunts as her pussy filled with her raging river of hot honey. The force of her erupting fluids was delightful! Her hips bucked around her flowing release the best they could. Her legs tightened around Freddy's waist, and her entire body trembled with the wonderful sensations coursing through her veins.
Freddy's shaft itched and burned within her torrent of pounding liquids. The heat of her fiery discharge raced through his cock and lodged in his nuts. His entire body stiffened from the intense shock to his wobbling scrotum. Wave after wave of her gushing orgasm escaped her pussy and drained into his crotch. Her drenching honey coated his balls, bathed them, soothed them, relieved the intensity of her initial eruption. The burning temperature in his drowning nuts sent his cream into his dick.
Karen could feel her honey escape her cunt, a warming trail of liquid oozing over her asshole. She squeezed tighter in an effort to keep the flames of her eruption alive in her box, but she couldn't keep the size of her release contained.
Even before her climax had fully stopped, Freddy's hips drove his needy meat into her snatch in wild jabs. Her climax made his seem all that much more important. His dick raced in and out of her cunt, not going nearly as deep as before. He didn't need full penetration with her insides so fully packed with her thick nectars; the pressure on his swollen shaft was all that was necessary to help him reach climax.
Karen slowly relaxed around his furious fuck, her mouth returning to Kurt's waiting cock. As soon as her lips closed around his cockhead, Kurt launched into her throat with a speed that nearly matched Freddy's hurtling dick. Both of her men were anxious to cum.
Freddy pumped and jabbed his fevered prick into her bouncing twat. There was an even greater urgency behind his moves, a deep craving to expunge the burning itch inside his thrusting dick. His driving energy matched his driving need, and Karen's box was just there to receive his load.
Freddy's increased efforts met with resistance. For some reason, his cum was trapped in his shaft. He worked harder, gritted his teeth, and put even greater power behind his thrusts. His dick nailed her pussy to the floor on each forceful lunge, and Karen grunted around Kurt's flying shank.
Her body bounced beneath Freddy's awesome speed, then suddenly stopped. He yanked his dick out of her pussy and she felt his hot load shoot up to her tits in one long stream.
Kurt pulled out of her mouth, turned around to face Freddy, and feverishly pumped his stiff length.
Karen watched Freddy's dick blast his cream, one hurtling, white blast followed by another. His fist flew along his fat girth, his mouth open in gasping cries, his spunk covering her chest in thick threads. His hips furiously stroked his cock through his clasping fingers as his thick load slowly came to an end.
Just as Freddy's dick ceased to blast, Kurt drew in a long, high-pitched, audible gasp. Karen looked up between his legs, his balls covered in sweat, his hand madly pounding his bright red meat.
He closed his eyes, threw back his head, and his cock erupted. Snow-white jizz flew out of his crimson cockhead and reached for her pussy. His massive load plopped onto her body, quickly covering the open spots untouched by Freddy's previous discharge.
His hand squeezed along his length to milk every drop of spunk out of his lengthy organ.
Flopping his cock, the last of his load arched into the air and landed on her cum-covered tits. Her torso was painted with man juice, both men panting, both of their cocks slowly softening beneath their massaging fingers.
Karen smiled and began to rub their cum into her skin.
"Oh, my God! This is fantastic. Quick, get into a bikini," Freddy ordered, getting to his feet and rushing for a camera.
"You can't be serious!" Karen exclaimed. "I'm covered in cum!"
"Yeah, I know. And it looks phenomenal! The lights are bouncing off it like crazy! Hurry before it dries!"
Karen quickly threw on a suit. Freddy was snapping orders at Kurt, and Kurt responded the best he could. Both men rushed around without bothering to put on any clothes.
Karen posed and laughed at the comical sight of their dicks and their balls flopping and jostling between their thighs. But they didn't get very many pictures before the effect was lost.
"Damn!" Freddy cried out. "These pictures are gonna be hot!" He turned to Kurt. "Cum on her again," he ordered.
"Jesus, Freddy! I'm not a cream machine! Cum on her yourself."
"Okay, guys, we've had our fun," Karen interrupted. "I'm going to get cleaned up. I'm a sticky mess. Do you want to shoot some more?"
"Nah, it's too fucking cold in here."
Karen walked over to Kurt and placed her hand atop his limp dick. Turning to Freddy, she said, "Keep him around. Your assistant has hidden talents."
CHAPTER THREE
Feeling somewhat guilty about her three-way earlier in the day, Karen fixed Carl a nice dinner and wore a dress she thought would please him. She really had no reason to feel guilty, she and Carl hadn't fully committed to each other, but guilt doesn't need a reason.
"What's the occasion?" Carl asked, spying candles on the dining room table and sniffing the delicious aromas escaping the kitchen.
"Nothing special," Karen responded casually.
"Something's up, baby. You didn't go to all this trouble for nothing!"
"I'm just trying to kill you with kindness," she said, walking over and kissing him on the cheek.
"So, that's it! You're buttering me up so we can have that little talk I stopped last night."
"Well, something like that." She let him think whatever he wanted.
During dinner, Carl told her he was making progress on her career. There was a new product in need of a model, and a good possibility that the right model would become spokesperson with a long-term contract. He was careful not to make any promises, but was pretty sure Harvey Saunders, the ad man in control, would give her a shot at it.
Karen was excited by the prospect nonetheless.
"So, when do I meet this Harvey guy?" she asked as she cleared the table.
"Tomorrow night. We're invited to a party. Harvey and a couple of other ad men will be there. I want you to look your best. You know what they say about first impressions."
"What should I wear? Do you think my blue cocktail dress will give the right impression?"
"Why don't you buy yourself something new?" he suggested, grabbing her around the waist and planting a kiss on her neck. "I'll pay for it, and make sure it's sexy without being vulgar. You know. Show off your tits and your ass, but don't bare 'em."
"It would be pretty hard to bare my ass in a dress!"
"Even though that beautiful behind should always be bare!" Carl complimented, releasing her. "I love your ass, baby. I love everything about it!"
"You're such a sweet talker! We'll have to go to bed early tonight, and I'll go to the gym first thing in the morning, then I'll go shopping. Do you think I should get my hair done? Oh, I wonder if Denny can take me, or if-"
"Whoa! Slow down! It's only a small party.
Just put your hair up and you'll be fine," he said, heading for the living room. "I like the part about going to bed early, though."
"It won't take me long in here. Why don't you make us a drink and we can watch TV in the bedroom? I'll be in a minute."
"Deal."
Carl fixed them each a Vodka Gimlet and retired to the bedroom. Stripping down, he thought about what a lucky guy he was to have a beautiful and sexy girlfriend like Karen. And just thinking about her gave him a hard-on. His cock was stiff and horny as he crawled between the sheets and grabbed the remote control. He resisted the urge to grab his dick and hoped TV would keep his hands off his begging erection while he waited.
When Karen entered, she was out of her dress before crossing the room. She was smiling and close to giggling with excitement. Her body was bared in a flash, and she jumped into the bed beside Carl.
She threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately, one hand moving down to play with his cock and balls.
"What's this?"
"That's love, baby! And it's all for you!" Carl scooted down in the bed, his lips trailing along her neck until he reached one of her firm breasts. The white flesh of her tit responded to his gentle touch as he brushed his tongue over her tiny, bud-like nipple. She shuddered next to him.
His hands slid up her chest to push up from the full undersides of her fleshy mounds. He rolled her suddenly hardened nipple between his fingers. A flash of sensual joy settled into a steady flow of lusty need that rippled along the length of his spine, scurried through his belly, and concentrated itself in a hotly flickering gulf of yearning desire that roared like a raging fire in both his erection and his cum-filled balls.
"Fuck me, Carl," Karen cooed. "Take me any way you want. I'm your woman, and I'll do whatever you want me to. Just gimme your hard cock."
"Anything to please my lady!"
Carl rolled her onto her back. He got into position on top of her, placing himself between her widely spread legs. He took one of her lush breasts into his mouth and sucked as if he had never before tasted tit. One hand very slowly, very carefully, guided his needy rod up and down her warmly waiting gash.
Her hairy pie tickled his cockhead and made his pisshole leak, his sticky fluids spreading along her sumptuous slit. He buried his throbbing cock deeply inside her moist and wanting pussy, right up to his balls. His hips began a slow and steady pumping.
Karen wrapped her legs around his ass and made it even easier for him to fuck her cunt with his sturdy stick. He plunged into her pussy, his dickhead denting her cunt's blocking wall and sending tingling excitement down his shaft and into his swaying nuts.
Karen squirmed and writhed beneath him. "Oh, yeah, fuck me, Carl. Fuck me long and good! Harder, baby. Fuck me harder!"
Carl liked it when she talked dirty and begged for his cock, and that should have spurred him on, increased his already inflated passion. But it didn't tonight. Something was different. Karen's twat was totally relaxed beneath him, his dick feeling like it was lost in the Grand Canyon, his shaft lunging through open space. Her cunthole felt looser than the tight, gripping rubber band he was used to.
His dick longed for the firm hold of her cooze, his climax demanding the grasping pressure of a rigid ring of clamping muscle. He thought back to the days when his hand was his only lover, and that was the feel he needed the strong, squeezing grip of an excited fist. And he knew just where to go to find it.
He yanked his cock out of Karen's unusually cavernous cunt, her eyes wide with questioning surprise.
"Get up on your hands and knees," Carl commanded.
"All right!" she exclaimed, moving into the requested position. "You know I like it when you fuck my pussy from behind!"
"Yeah, baby, but not tonight. I'm gonna fuck you up the ass. I want somethin' really tight strokin' over my dick," Carl rasped, anticipation of thrusting his cock through her small asshole making his throat dry.
"My ass? Okay, honey. Whatever you like. But take it slow, okay, baby?" Karen said softly.
Her submission to his will turned him on. He liked to be in control, and gazing at her upraised butt told him that control had been granted to his cock.
"Spread your cheeks, baby. Hold yourself open and make room for my big dick!"
He circled his thumping hardness around her pink, clenching butthole, her gripping fingers making her rear entrance an easy target. One hand went to her hip as his other painted her anal ring with his cock's oily fluids. His blood-engorged head danced over the tight hole between her nakedly quivering ass cheeks. He trembled and moaned with the satisfaction that awaited his prick.
The lust-swollen knob on his rock-hard dick rested and throbbed at the puckered opening to her butt. The sweet allure of her awaiting tunnel forced him to lunge forward. He drove his thick, pulsing shaft deeply up her dark and narrow passage.
"Ooooo! Not so fast!" Karen cried out.
Carl felt his steely shank tear through her clinging sleeve like a red-hot branding iron. Her rectum parted for his advancing stake, and the feel of her ass on his rod wouldn't allow him to slow. Her butt gripped his dick and totally surrounded it in velvety flesh. He stopped his inward charge until her asshole had been fully expanded around the thick base of his planted dick.
He held his prick fully up her butt to savor the feel of his brash intrusion. Every inch of her rectum was stretched around his aching shaft. His huge cock strained her soft, rubbery skin, expanding it around his idle erection. Without giving her skewered ass a chance to adjust to his pulsing thickness, he began to pump.
He drew back slowly, then thrust his hips forward with strength. He couldn't help it. The delightful pressure of her gripping sphincter around his enlarged girth was too powerful an aphrodisiac to resist. He rapidly built into a deeply plunging rhythm, his hands locked onto her hips, his eyes locked onto his disappearing hard-on. He grunted and groaned his barbarous pleasure.
His long, thick dick rocked in and out of her elastically giving anal circle. He stared at the tender, rubbery flesh of her asshole as it pulled out slightly with the withdrawal of his hungry rod. Then watched her muscle plunge back inside her body as he returned his meat to her flaming oven in even deeper thrusts. Her smooth interior gripped his cock like a custom-fit glove, her hugging rectum pulsing and undulating against the sensitive sides of his relentlessly stroking cock.
He began to pound into her faster and penetrated her ass to the limit of his dick. The exterior skin of her anal entrance heated and reddened as he lustily claimed her ass. Her hole wrapped around his rigidly impaling length and held his ramming rod securely. The pressure from her clamping ring refused to let his drooling knob escape her butt, his flared head banging excitedly on each backward stroke of his pumping hips.
Gasping with pleasure, Carl made each withdrawal down her clinging channel rapid and abrupt. He knocked his knob against her clenching circle.
Karen slowly became accustomed to the fullness claiming her bottom. She began to work her firm, round ass cheeks against his driving hips each time they met, and even started to enjoy the fierce drives of his attacking prick. To further elevate his ecstasy, she started rotating her quivering white behind in small, pleasure-giving circles.
Carl huffed and puffed behind her. With Karen fucking him back, and so willingly cooperating with his lusty desires, his joy inflated far greater than that provided by her initial submission to his control. His climax began to build as his body rapped against such feminine flesh.
Karen absorbed every slamming jolt from his rampaging hips. She continued to work against him, ass grinding, rectum spreading to receive his massive member, her hips rapidly rotating around his stimulating shaft. She had never endured such force from her lover, her ass creating a marauding monster of incredible power.
As her body was jostled and bounced, she realized the beginnings of an orgasm. A small fire had been ignited deep within her, and she began to glow with the increasing activity in her liquid center. Her pussy jiggled, jarred by Carl's rapidly driving thrusts up her hot and expanded tunnel.
With lust assuming control, Carl placed both hands on her bouncing bottom and squeezed her resilient muscles into his planted palms. Her flesh oozed up between his fingers to form thick, pliant ridges that turned white as blood escaped them. Each time he rammed his madly pulsing prick into her supple interior, he gripped her ass harder, then released one hand to slap her jiggling globe.
Her butt slowly turned crimson as he released both hands to playfully spank one glowing cheek and then the other. He didn't want to hurt her; the shock waves reverberating around his stroking shaft were a delightful side effect to his slapping hands.
Not content to spank and fuck, one hand left her flexing bottom and roamed over her quaking body. He squeezed her taut and tensed thigh, skimmed up to her narrow waist, then rushed forward to investigate the cushiony softness of one of her flopping breasts. He squashed her tit in his large hand, quietly moaning at its supple feel. He played with her boob, kept whacking one blazing cheek, and kept his prick lustily plunging up her heating canal. The multiple sensations wildly coursing through his veins would make this a night to remember.
Karen's elbows sank deeply into the bed, the side of her face pressed into the pillow. Her body heated with the intensity of Carl's fuck, her eyes narrowing to slits, her mouth open in a steady stream of ecstatic sighs. Her steadily gyrating buttocks urged him to dump his load, fill her tunnel with the hotly jetting juices of his orgasm. She twisted and turned with each of his thrusts and met every lunge to let him know she had passions of her own which she meant to have fulfilled.
While still massaging her tit and tweaking her 44 hard nipple, his other hand glided onto her undulating stomach. Pulling her up against his heaving chest, his hand inched down to reach the mound of her snatch. He adroitly inserted two fingers into her flowing cunt, stretching her hole, dipping into her watery cave. He sought the bud of her pleasure, and Karen screamed.
He shoved his fingers as far up her steaming passage as he could reach and held them there as he made one final, hot plunge into her quaking, clasping asshole. He knew it was time for his cock to cum, the power built up inside his body incredibly strong.
As his cock exploded, he pushed against her ass so hard that he flattened her to the bed. Bolt after bolt of liquid fire gushed into her ravished rectum. The size of his load far surpassed what he would have achieved in her cunt, her gripping ass superior in producing both quantity and quality. He grunted loudly with each flying spurt of splattering spunk, and his hips began to thrust again after recovering from the shock of his first, dynamic blast.
His thick cream reached far up inside her, and Carl gritted his teeth against the excruciating ecstasy erupting in his slowly stroking shaft.
Karen cried out, too. As soon as Carl's climax had ended, hers began. Her orgasm tightened her pussy's hole around his fingers and trapped them inside her spewing cunt. Her twat twitched and burned as she came.
Carl wiggled his fingers the best he could, playing in her river of erupting honey.
He didn't remove his cock as he laid panting on top of her body, her climax ebbing. But his dick deflated and began to slip from her trembling asshole.
Still, he didn't move until her pussy released his hand. His fingers flew to his mouth to taste the sweetness of her nectars, and his eyes closed with the rapture of feminine flavors filling his mouth.
His limp dick laid within the valley of her ass, his cock warm and comfortable upon her butt. He could spend the rest of his life right where he was, his manhood heavenly nestled in her hot and hugging crack.
But sleep overwhelmed him, and he rolled onto the bed. He kissed her neck and snuggled up to next to her, his eyes closing in contentment.
Karen smiled to herself. She usually got irked by his nearly instant slumber, but she needed sleep herself. Tomorrow night was important to her career, and she wanted to be ready.
She pulled the sheets up over them and felt confident that Carl would get her the job. The exclusive model for a new product was just what she wanted.
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen arrived at the gym early in the day to give herself plenty of time for shopping. The locker room was deserted as she changed, and the entire place was less populated than usual. She had her choice of exercise equipment once she finished her stretching routine, and climbed on an exercise bike to begin her workout.
As she moved from one piece of equipment to the next, only mildly working the various parts of her body, she decided today would be a good day for a massage. On a typical afternoon, she was always far down on the list, but there shouldn't be a problem with so few people. And she was right. Someone named Denise could take her almost any time she was ready.
Karen penciled in her name on the massage list and headed for the whirlpool. She stripped down and had it to herself, the bubbles tickling her pussy and making her flesh tingle. She played in the churning water, watcher her tits dip below the turbulent surface and rise again, water cascading over the smooth contours of her shapely breasts. But the swirling action stimulated her body and made her horny.
She left the whirlpool to take a quick shower before her massage. There was another woman standing beneath a steaming stream when Karen walked in. She seemed not to notice Karen's arrival, her hands soaping her strong-muscled body, her skin richly tanned. Her head was tilted back and the soap was aggressively working in the woman's crotch.
Karen cleared her throat to let the woman know she was no longer alone, but she didn't appear to care. Karen watched as the woman continued to play with her pussy in unashamed self-love.
The water splashed over the woman's small breasts as the soap raced back and forth between her firm and parted thighs. Her black bush was flecked with white bubbles, but the flowing shower quickly rinsed them away. Washing her cooze was clearly not the purpose of the stroking soap.
Karen turned on a shower opposite the woman so she could watch her erotic display. But the sound of the second shower drew the woman's attention, and she turned around, rinsed off, and left. The sensual power of the woman's performance had sparked a fire in Karen's cunt, and she found herself mimicking the woman's manipulations.
Working her snatch with the slippery soap, her clit hardened and her depths sumptuously heated. But another woman came in, and Karen wasn't enough of an exhibitionist to continue pleasing her pussy in front of a stranger. She soaped, rinsed, and left the shower room with unrequited lust smoldering in her twat. She dried off and wrapped the large towel around her body as she went for her massage.
She stopped short when she walked through the open door with Denise's name next to it. It was the woman from the shower room, her body now covered by a hugging, French-cut leotard. And Denise recognized Karen, too, though she didn't acknowledge it with more than a sudden lowering of her eyes.
"Are you Denise?" Karen asked.
"Yeah. And you're Karen Christopher?"
"That's me."
"Come on in. What would you like today?" Denise asked, standing next to a cart of oils and lotions, motioning Karen to a padded table.
"Full body, and please use an unscented oil," Karen responded, moving next to the table.
Denise closed the door as Karen removed the towel and laid her naked body face-down on the table. She felt oddly tense and decidedly horny. Her pussy was still warm from its brief encounter with the hard bar of soap, and she wondered if
Denise was horny, too, since Karen had interrupted her watery masturbation.
Karen's body jerked when Denise's hands touched her shoulders.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Try to relax. I promise this won't hurt."
"I know. Guess I'm just a little jumpy." Karen knew it was more than that. She was sexually turned on, with no man in sight.
Karen was surprised by Denise's gentle touch, considering the obvious power available to her overdeveloped muscles. Her hands tenderly caressed the knotted muscles of her neck, then glided over her shoulders and off as if to draw the tension out and away from her body. Karen relaxed beneath the expert fingers molding and kneading the muscles of her back.
When Denise moved down the table to massage her legs, Karen spread them wide to give her hands full access to her smooth skin. With her thighs apart, Karen knew she was shooting a beaver, but the thought was more arousing than embarrassing. Her pussy twitched and her bare buns tightened each time Denise's fingers came close to her twat, only to scurry away without touching so much as one hair on her heated cooze.
The longer Denise worked on her legs, the greater the yearning in her visible slit. But the yearning was never as strong as when Denise placed her warm hands on Karen's soft ass. Her fingers rippled over her naked butt, and the gentle stimulation electrified her snatch. It took extreme control to keep from moaning her pleasure. Yet again, Denise's fingers came tantalizingly close to her craving cunt, but never grazed her gash.
Karen was reluctant to turn over when it was time. She regretted having asked for a full body massage, the state of her arousal impossible to hide once Denise got a look at her hardened nipples. And Karen couldn't think of any way to soften them.
She hesitated as long as she could, but her nipples were firm peaks when she rolled onto her back. At least, the curly bush blanketing her mound would conceal the fact that her clit was as stiff as her nipples.
Denise outwardly ignored her client's obvious excitement, but Karen knew Denise was turned on as well. The leotard may have flattened the woman's breasts somewhat, but it couldn't flatten her standing peaks. Her nipples poked into the stretching fabric, the twin projectiles on her tits tempting Karen's mouth.
It wasn't often that Karen wanted to taste the pleasures of another woman's body, but Denise possessed a rather manly figure, which made her even more desirable. Her unmistakable hours and hours of training had turned her into a slender woman, muscles strong and sinewy, her tits more like a man's pecs, but there was no denying she was woman where it counted.
Karen closed her eyes as Denise began to work her body. Her hands, oiled and slippery, floated over Karen's torso and inflated her lust. Her nipples ached in their firmness, and Karen couldn't suppress her sighs as Denise gently fondled her breasts. Her fingers squeezed and reshaped her tits, tenderly kneading the soft tissues of her smoldering mounds. Even when Denise had moved off her tingling tits, Karen couldn't stop moaning. Her body had drifted into sexual desires that demanded immediate attention.
With Denise's hands soothingly caressing her stomach, Karen slowly, sexily pumped her hips. She clasped her tits and massaged them herself in an attempt to send a strong and very clear message to the woman with the magic hands. Her pussy was hot and pounding and Karen was going to cum if she had to finger her cunt herself.
"Lower. Please," Karen begged. "Forget my legs. Please, play with my pussy!"
Denise slid one hand between Karen's parted thighs to cup her hairy mound. She pressed down, her fingers tickling low in her crotch.
"Anything to please a customer," she said softly, extracting her hand.
Karen watched the leotard peel away from Denise's body, exposing her small breasts, her flat and extremely muscled stomach, then the slightly-haired gash between her thighs. Her pussy's bush had been trimmed to nearly nothing, a narrow band of hair that wouldn't escape a tiny posing strap. The vertical stripe accentuated the lips of her cunt, and Karen wanted her snatch all the more.
Stripped and ready for sex, Denise joined Karen on the table. Her knees flanked Karen's head, her fingers instantly pushing into Karen's slit to open her cunt. And Karen did very much the same.
Her hands glided along Denise's hard-muscled thighs to get at the woman's pussy. She dove into the cunt above her face, pulling, spreading firm lips to uncover the coral treasures of her crotch. Her fingers fully opened her gash and Denise lowered her hips.
Karen's head raised at the same time Denise's mouth made contact with her craving cunt. She moaned into the hot box above her and sent her tongue out to taste the wonders of feminine sex. Slowly licking her open gash, she found a stiff clit awaiting her mouth. She closed around the tiny prong and sucked it between her lips, stroking its hard surface with her tongue. Denise rocked above her as she played with the woman's love bud.
Denise was tonguing the full length of Karen's horny slit, her fingers tugging on the soft petals of her pussy as she worked her mouth from hard clit to puckered asshole. She applied firm pressure to the delicately moistened tissues of her snatch, then began to flick along her heated flesh. Karen squirmed beneath the arousing action in her cooze, yearning to be penetrated.
To let Denise know what she wanted, she sent her tongue driving into Denise's cunthole. She poked into her interior as far as she could get, then wiggled to stimulate the juices of her small compartment.
Denise got the idea. She circled her lips around Karen's entrance and stabbed inside. Her tongue flicked within the gripping ring of Karen's cunt, and Karen's hips began pumping again. She wanted to be fucked in the worst way, rather, the best way, and tightened the muscles of her ass to add power to her bucking hips.
Denise stayed with her, her tongue lodged in Karen's pussy, her fingers digging into her stretched cunt lips. And when she began to thrust her tongue, Karen had to pull out of Denise's twat to pant her pleasure. But her fingers kept working. She batted Denise's throbbing clit and circled her hole to keep her as excited as she was.
Gasping for breath, Karen was extremely aware of the orgasm building inside her. Denise plunged deeply into her pussy, her tongue flicking and twisting and curling and probing and raising her lust to elegant levels. She beat her pussy against Denise's face and sent her finger charging into the hot cunt waiting patiently above her head.
Her finger plunged into Denise's twat at the same furious rate as Denise's rapidly stroking tongue. Karen wanted to eat pussy, but she just couldn't do it in her agitated state. Her snatch quivered and shook as it prepared itself for a blasting climax. Her legs wobbled back and forth as Denise voraciously fucked her cunt. Heavenly waves of ecstasy washed over her body, and her orgasm teetered on the brink of eruption.
Letting her finger fall idle, Karen concentrated on the excitement in her cooze. The muscles of her cunt jiggled and jangled around Denise's strongly thrusting tongue, her hole clamping tightly.
Then her thighs suddenly closed around Denise's head. Her hips stopped pumping. Her pussy blazed. Her stomach contracted. And Karen let her climax blast.
She bit her lower lip to keep the entire health club from hearing her joy. Burning liquids poured into her cunt and over Denise's trapped tongue. Wiggling and squirming around the fire unleashed in her twat, Karen felt the delicious sensations of a bursting climax in the stiff nipples on her swaying breasts. Every inch of her body knew the glory of orgasm.
Denise forced her tongue out of Karen's erupting box. Her lips spread into Karen's crack to open her mouth to the sweet liquids of lust. She sucked her fiery fluids down her throat, then sent her tongue out to lick Karen's juicing hole.
Karen flinched each time Denise's tongue scraped across her sensitive entrance. But much to her chagrin, her climax was a short one. Even so, the dynamics of orgasm pleased her to the very core of her being. And Denise didn't seem to mind as her tongue licked up and down her moist valley.
As her pussy settled into soothing contentment, her mouth returned to Denise's twat. She kissed the woman's slit from top to bottom, briefly sucking her clit, fleetingly poking at her asshole. But she quickly got down to business, placing her mouth over Denise's cunt, stretching her tongue into the divine warmth of her wet interior.
Karen forced her way through her tight entrance to reach the velvet walls of her inner sanctum. Her tongue slowly circled. Now Denise began to pump her hips, her own needs controlling the action.
Karen tongue-fucked the nearly hairless gash covering her face, her nostrils filling with the sexy fragrance of Denise's bouncing cooze. The smell and the feel of her cunt were pleasures Karen couldn't get enough of. Her fingers played with the folds of Denise's snatch while her tongue wriggled deeply into her pussy's center.
Denise's climax took Karen totally by surprise. A soft moan was all the warning she got. Searing liquids burst upon her tongue, causing her to jerk out unexpectedly. She sucked hard to extract her flowing stream, the sweet taste of her cum pleasing her mouth. Then she returned her tongue to Denise's blazing flesh.
Trailing up and down her glowing gash, Karen drank the creamy essence of orgasm. Sensing her climax had come to an end, Karen let her head fall back to the table. Denise came with her. Her legs spread wider, and she rubbed her pussy from Karen's forehead down to her chin and back again. At the same time, her hand briskly rubbed Karen's mound to keep it stimulated even after climax.
When Denise finally climbed off the table, she didn't seem finished. Her hands cupped her tiny breasts and flattened them against her chest, her palms circling, her hips slowly pumping. Karen watched and began to think she hadn't satisfied the slender woman.
"Great cool-down," Denise muttered, her hands still circling. "It sends your sexual energy through all your muscles."
"My sexual energy is right where I want it, thank you," Karen retorted. "Right in my pussy!"
Denise didn't believe her and placed her hands on Karen's breasts. She pushed down hard to smash her rubbery mounds and began to circle her palms. Karen felt her lust renewed, fire creeping through her chest and toward her cunt.
"Keep that up and you're going to have to eat my pussy again!" Karen remarked.
"This isn't helping?" Denise questioned.
"Oh, it's helping all right. Helping to make me horny all over again!"
Denise removed her hands and reached for her leotard. "Well, it works for me. I feel fresh and sexually satisfied and ready for a vigorous workout."
Karen felt satisfied as well, but relaxed. A strenuous workout was the last thing on her mind. She had shopping to do, another source of satisfaction, although of a different kind.
CHAPTER FIVE
While Carl downplayed the importance of the party, Karen knew she had to be spectacular if she was going to get what she wanted. Carl's routine was familiar, making light of everything important to her career so she wouldn't be nervous, but he was outdoing himself this time. That made Karen worry. It had to be phenomenally important or Carl wouldn't be treating it so casually.
"We don't have to go if you don't want to," Carl said outside the bathroom door.
"Will other models be there?" she asked, putting the final touches on her make-up.
"Well, yes."
"Then we're going. I'll be out in a minute."
Karen took a last look in the mirror. Her makeup looked perfect and her hair was loosely pulled up-formal, yet a little carefree. She straightened her new dress over her curvaceous figure and smiled. The dress showed plenty of cleavage without being too risqu' and hugged her hips to accentuate the shapeliness of her ass. And her spiked heels made the muscles of her legs tighten just right to display the firmness of her thighs and the smooth development of her calves.
She fastened a gold chain around her neck, with a single teardrop pearl that hung just above the exposed valley between her breasts. She was ready for the party.
"Wow! You look terrific!" Carl exclaimed.
"Sexy, not vulgar?"
"Exactly. That dress is a real dick stiffener!"
"It's not the dress, honey, it's what's in the dress," Karen corrected.
"And every guy's gonna want it. I can't wait to see their eyes bug out when they get a load of you! I'll get your coat."
"I think I'll wear the fox tonight."
Carl helped her into her coat, kissing her on the neck. "You're gonna knock 'em dead, sweetheart."
When they arrived at the posh hotel, Karen turned heads in the lobby. Even with her fur closed around her, men knew there was a sexy body waiting to be unwrapped.
Carl's timing was perfect. They arrived fashionably late, but not last. A sizable crowd was there to witness their entrance, and Karen played it for all it was worth. Removing her coat became a performance. As Carl held the collar, Karen wiggled and squirmed just enough to gently rock her tits and sashayed her ass to make her dress ride higher up on her thighs. And straightening her skirt was just as provocative.
Several men, and a couple of women, watched with lust alive in their eyes. But Harvey Saunders made the first move, walking over to welcome them to the party. Carl whispered Harvey's name in Karen's ear.
"Hi, Carl," Harvey said, shaking Carl's hand. "And this must be Karen."
"Karen Christopher." She extended her hand.
Harvey raised her hand to his lips. "Stunning, my dear. Absolutely stunning."
"Thank you, Mr. Saunders. You're too kind." That sounded phony even to Karen. She had worked too hard for compliments exactly like Harvey's to deny them, but that was the proper thing to do. It was a game, and one that had to be played.
Harvey led them over to the bar, stopping to make a few introductions along the way. They got their drinks, and now came the part that Karen loathed. Left with Harvey, Carl off mingling, she'd have to make small talk and learn much more about him than she ever wanted to know. All she wanted was a contract, but there were a lot of pleasantries to suffer through first.
Luckily, Harvey wasn't a complete bore. He was an older man, in his 50s, and had managed to avoid a paunch. There was extra flesh at his waistline, but not so much as to be repulsive. He had salt and pepper hair, deep blue eyes, and a pencil-thin mustache that made him look foreign. He was attractive in his own way and actually quite amusing.
A small combo had been playing easy-listening music in the background, but when they picked up the tempo, they also picked up the volume.
"Let's find a quieter place so we can talk," Harvey suggested, taking her hand.
There was something about they way he said "talk" that let Karen know that wasn't what he had on his mind. They left the party, walked down the hotel corridor, and stopped in front of the men's room door. Still holding her hand, he started to enter.
"No," Karen protested. "You're not taking me in there!"
"It'll be quiet."
There was only one reason he'd take her into the men's room, and Karen had to decide if she was going to fuck him. It was obviously not going to be a romantic interlude, and she wondered if a quickie would get her a contract.
"Make sure nobody's in there," she said softly.
Harvey went in and came almost instantly back out. "All's clear," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the door.
Harvey guided them into one of the stalls, closing and locking the door behind them just in case someone came in. He pressed her back against the metallic partition and fervently kissed her to silence even the possibility of any further protest.
His tongue probed and flicked within her mouth as one hand came to her shoulder while the other went down to lower his fly. He dug around inside his pants until he had his limp dick hanging out between the teeth of his zipper. He didn't bother with his balls, only his cock was required to satisfy his needs.
Karen placed her hands on his shoulders and let him guide the action. She was there to please him and hopefully seal a contract with a gratifying fuck.
As Harvey kissed over her face and neck, he sent both hands down to lift her dress. His fingers dove into her crotch to fondle her snatch. Finding her pussy covered by panties, he quickly worked them down her thighs until they were stopped by the snaps on her garter belt. The image of her naked cunt, framed by the sexy allure of a garter belt, fanned his lust and quickened his pace.
His fingers shot back up to her gash, his dick raising up to stand proudly between them. He played in her bush, slipping his fingertips between her soft, warm and furry cunt lips.
"This is crazy," Karen whispered, her body weakening beneath his probing fingers.
"Someone's going to catch us. They'll hear us for sure!"
"Not if you don't scream. Just keep it quiet, baby. Besides. We're both adults. We can do what we want. But if you want me to stop.. . " he said, plunging his fingers into the tight opening to her cooze.
"No! I'll be quiet. Do it, Harvey. Fuck my pussy. Put your cock in my cunt, and let's get to know each other real well, honey."
Her hands came to the back of his head to place their mouths together, her tongue searching between his parted teeth. Harvey got busy in her crotch, his fingers feverishly working the delicate folds of her twat to make her valley juice for his throbbing rod. One hand left her snatch to stroke his hardened meat, to close around his cockhead and jerk it. He squeezed and fondled his blood-filled knob to get his natural lubrication flowing.
He rapidly pumped his dry dick, finger-fucked her moistening hole, and passionately returned her kisses. His actions fired his desire and pre-cum fluids inched out of his rod. He stopped jerking his meat and brought one finger up to spread his sticky liquids over his pointing knob. He was ready and anxious to dick the beautiful woman who seemed totally submissive to his lust.
He slipped his finger out of her hole and positioned his hand to hold her gash open for his advancing prick. His other hand gripped his girth to force his cock forward and upward, to line himself up with her waiting cunt. His cockhead nuzzled past her hairy bush and made contact with her warm flesh. A thrill raced down his shaft and into his nuts as his knob pressed into her juicy snatch.
He fed his dick slowly, his shaft still dry. Karen shuddered around his advancing prick as the rim of his cockhead slipped through her elastic hole and kept climbing up inside her box.
Harvey moved one hand to her hip as he steadily pushed his firm rod up her hot, wet and stimulating snatch. He kept his other hand on his cock to precisely guide his swollen shaft into her cunt. The further he reached up inside her twat, the harder he pushed, the faster he drove, the more he wanted to get all of his boner covered by the moist walls of her pussy.
Halfway up her luscious cunt, he stopped to work his cock in tiny strokes. He spread her fluids over the taut, dry skin of his dick, then inched forward before stroking again. His slow progress did evil things to his libido, his mind filling with urgent needs. He wanted to slam the rest of the way up her body, but he knew his dick wasn't greased enough for either of them to enjoy it. He fought his urges and maintained his steady advances.
Harvey found himself blocked from further penetration long before he thought he should have been. Unless Karen had the smallest pussy on record. His hand left her hip, reached down, and raised one of her legs to widen the breadth of her cunt. The blockage dissolved and his dick was free to move forward and upward.
With his fist still wrapped around the base of his thumping prick, he spiraled his shaft within her hole as he pushed with his hips. Her juices flowed over his flesh and his cock slipped fully into her welcoming cooze. His hand slid away, and he allowed his buried meat a moment's pleasure before thrusting himself into a banging fuck, before starting his journey to spewing climax.
His cockhead kissed the back of her box, and he circled his hips to acquaint his cock with the contours of this new pussy. But his hips jerked with the sensitivity cavorting over his spiraling knob and he backed away. His cockhead slipped down to stop just inside her gripping hole.
With one hand holding her leg to keep her snatch open to his lunging attack, the other pressed against her hip to hold her firmly against the partition. He plunged his dick up her pussy, her beauty charging his body with need. His desire left no room for wooing. He was there for the fuck and swiftly plowed his craving cock up her twat.
His yearning body poured tremendous power into his hips. His steely dick pumped and stroked in a ravenous drive to climax. His jabbing cock slid Karen's back up and down the metal wall, his claiming of her cunt enacted with intense authority.
They no longer kissed, their mouths parted to gasp and pant their pleasure. Harvey's moans grew higher in pitch as he rapidly fucked into her pussy. He banged into her blocking ball on each inward drive and nearly popped out of her clamping circle on each backward pull. His dick was excited from its head to its base, his shaft throbbing, his cockhead madly pounding, his skin blazing from the delicious friction provided by her squeezing cunthole.
Karen really wanted a slower pace, to be granted the chance for her pussy to know his speeding cock more intimately. But she wasn't in control, at least not in control of the pace of their coupling. She rocked her hips and did her best to work the muscles of her cunt around his galloping rod. Even though her snatch couldn't study the intricate details of his dick, she felt the beginnings of an orgasm.
Harvey bumped and thumped his hips against her body. He could feel his zipper bite at his tender flesh, but he ignored the slight discomfort radiating away from his base, his need to cum up her cunt dominating all other sensations. His balls lay locked in his shorts, barely moving in spite of his fevered activity, and he was sorry he hadn't dug them out earlier. His pressing nuts were blazing hot and quickly worked up a large load of stimulating cream.
He panted as he drove his dick faster and faster. The stall wall wobbled and shook as he slammed Karen's body against it. It squeaked in rhythm to his madcap thrusts. No one could mistake what was transpiring in the stall, but Harvey didn't care. He ravished her clinging pussy with searing force.
He fucked his fiery cock up her clasping cunt in greedy drives, his entire being centered in his dick. The lust in his loins overpowered his senses, controlled all action, and forced his prick to rip away at her crotch like this was his first-ever fuck. Her sexy body forced him to cram his meat into her cunt like it was made of rubber, a pliable toy to be treated as he wanted. And he wanted a lot.
And simply ramming wasn't good enough for his rampaging prick. His dick wanted, needed more. He added an even greater fury to his lusty thrusts. He rocked his hips from side to side even though he could no longer penetrate her pussy as deeply.
The effect on his swollen muscle was magnificently altered. He banged his rod between her drenching walls, her pussy quivering around it. He knocked his cockhead against her inflamed flesh, her insides gyrating and undulating beneath his pummeling onslaught. Each stimulating brush with her hot, silky walls shot electricity into his crotch. And still his cock wasn't satisfied.
His ass increased his power, his buns clenched so tightly together that they began to ache. His insatiable appetite for her hugging cunt tossed Karen's hips back and forth, her snatch jostled around his bombarding prick. His runaway lust shook her pussy in slapping blows, her jiggling walls beating against his cum-filled rod. The flailing of her cunt finally made his dick feel like it was getting somewhere, his desires reaching insanely lofty goals.
Harvey's prick was stimulated like never before. His body angled to fuck her pussy sideways, then straightened for a head-on plunge. Pumping in and out, rocking from side to side, his blazing cockhead touched every available spot on her velvety interior flesh. His pulsing shaft got to know her cunt in extremely intimate detail. And his lengthy rod was ecstatic over what it encountered.
Her pussy felt fantastic, a lot more so than the smooth walls he had known before. Or maybe his plowing knob was reshaping her box, digging new channels into her searing flesh. Wherever he pressed his cock, her muscles molded around his dick to lavish drenching comfort upon his thrusting length.
But Harvey's euphoria over his lascivious discoveries soon turned to dread as his climax burrowed up his shaft and boiled just below his throbbing knob. He had reached the point of orgasm before he had fully investigated the wonders of her pussy, and he wanted more time within the luxury of her cunt.
He stopped the rocking in his hips in the hopes that would keep his spunk from erupting. He stroked his boner forward and back, slower, more deliberately. His cum bubbled, but stayed inside his towering erection. He hated to lessen the ferocity of his fuck, but he knew his dick would explode if he didn't. Even with an easier pace, it just might anyway.
As much as she wanted to, Karen couldn't fuck him back. With his hand pinning her hip to the wall, and one leg raised, there was little she could do. She dug her fingers into his shoulders to hold on and keep her cunt steady for his stimulating dick. And maybe that's what helped him hold his load, his cock swelling, but not yet blasting into her bouncing body. And she thought by this time her pussy would be full of blasting jizz.
Harvey eased in and out of her cunt, his mind infuriated at his crawling speed, but his body realizing that was the only way to prolong his climax. In spite of his efforts, his dick twitched and tingled, his balls were on fire, and his body rippled with the nearness of ejaculation. He couldn't hold on forever, and trying increased his need to let it fly.
He gasped at the feelings tugging on his nerves, his emotions tumbling in the tumultuous denial of his raging orgasm. The passion inflaming his flesh was incredible, and Harvey could resist his cravings no longer.
He stroked his pounding cock a little more insistently. He released some of the tension in his muscles and fought no more. He gave himself over to his body's desires. The response was nearly immediate.
Harvey couldn't suppress his scream as his dick splattered and spurted his volcanic load into Karen's cunt. His climax burned the full length of his rod, and his hips stopped pumping beneath its fiery sensations. He trembled from head to foot. His muscles totally relaxed except for those pumping his semen out of his groin. Tingles raced through his crotch, quivering along his flesh. He came and came, a storehouse of cum hurtling into her snatch.
He quaked around every blast of his spunk and delightfully felt every spurting wad. His climax was as good as it would ever get. He savored the heavenly feelings, locking them away in memory. This was one fuck he'd never forget.
It took several minutes after his final expulsion to get himself calmed. He sheepishly looked up at Karen and wondered what she thought of his self-centered fuck, no thought given to her orgasm. He ignored that fact and knew full well that the only reason she had fucked him was because she wanted a job. But he was used to that.
He pulled his prick out of her pussy and stuffed it back into his pants without an apology. He stepped back to give her room to put herself back together before they returned to the party.
Karen wasn't sure what to say, if she should say anything at all. She pulled her panties up her thighs and straightened her dress.
"I'll come back for your tits another time," he said, winking and bending down to give each of her breasts a quick kiss. He unlocked the door and checked the room before stepping out of the stall.
They parted in the hallway, Karen heading for the ladies' room to make sure everything was in its proper place before looking for Carl.
CHAPTER SIX
As Karen reentered the party, making her way through the crowd in search of Carl, she encountered her competition. The room overflowed with fresh faces, girls nearly falling out of their dresses, giggling voices flattering this man and that, young, curvaceous bodies slinking in front of staring eyes. They were all so young and vivacious, and Karen found it hard to believe that she, too, had once been that bubbly.
When Karen spotted Carl, he was talking to a buxom bimbo who showed a great deal more cleavage than she did. A smartly dressed young man was with them. She tugged down on her dress to compete with the amount of tit flesh jiggling between the two men and slipped her arm around Carl's waist.
"Oh, there you are. Karen, I'd like you to meet Kevin Reilly. He recently took over Fenner-Reilly from his father."
"Nice to meet you," Karen said, letting Kevin shake her hand. He had a strong grip, very masculine, powerful, but not too firm for a lady's delicate hand. Their fingers parted, but not their eyes.
"Carl tells me you're willing to accept an exclusive on a product. Few models will do that these days. They just don't want to be linked too closely with a bar of soap or a bottle of perfume."
"They're insecure," Karen offered, studying his handsome features. "They think they'll never get other work. But if you've got what somebody wants.. . " Karen paused to let that sink in. ". . .they'll come after you."
"Spoken with confidence. And I just might know somebody who wants what you've got."
His eyes lowered to scan the full package, then raised. A sexy wink communicated the message that he was the somebody who wanted what she had.
People drifted in and out of their conversation until they were finally left alone. Kevin seized the opportunity, taking her hand. "Let's go someplace where we can be alone," he said as they meandered through the party.
Un-like Harvey, Kevin didn't check to see if the way was clear before pulling Karen into the men's room.
"This looks familiar," Karen mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Two men were standing at the urinals, but
Kevin ignored them as he guided Karen into the furthest stall. One of the guys audibly chuckled while the other quickly stuffed his dick back into his pants. Karen could hear them washing their hands as the stall door closed behind her.
Kevin was a man who didn't waste time. He raised the toilet seat and stood on the bowl to place his crotch in front of Karen's face. He pulled his pants and his underwear down to his knees, lifted his shirttails, and said, "Suck my cock, baby."
Karen stared at his hanging dick, his love muscle thick and soft. Curly brown hairs billowed around the base of his wide shaft, and his balls were cinched up in his crotch. She stepped forward and reached out for his limp cock.
The instant her fingers touched his warm flesh, his dick began to firm. She played with his stiffening prick with one hand and loosened his nuts with the other. His hips slowly pumped back and forth as his shaft straightened toward her face. Karen stroked over his hardening length until his dick feached full erection. Not overly long, his cock was fat and pulsing rhythmically within her grip.
Still fondling his balls and tickling the hairs leading back to his asshole, Karen placed his ready cock between her moistened lips. Her tongue licked over his knob before drawing his heating stick into her mouth. She slowly traveled down his stem to get it wet for sucking.
Her mouth covered his cock, and Karen drew in a long breath to capture the aroma of his crotch. She loved the musky, earthy scent and nuzzled her nose into his pubes. But Kevin's hips began to move faster, began to pull his cock through her circled lips with greater force.
Karen made love to his cock, her lips caressing, her tongue stroking, her mouth moving slowly along his stiff meat. She took her time before his dick lubricated in her mouth. Once she got a taste of his pre-cum fluids, she knew she'd fly up and down his pole, applying pressure and sucking hard to extract his flavorful spunk.
Before that happened, she lifted off his shiny cockhead and lowered her mouth to his balls. She closed her lips around one of his nuts and sucked it inside, her tongue skimming over the hairy surface of his hard orb.
She rolled his rock around in her mouth, sucking and licking, then released his reddened egg to go after the other. His cock pounded in her stroking hand as she bathed his tasty balls. Stuffing both of them into her stretching mouth, her cheeks bloated around his twin jewels, she sucked and pulled his sac away from his crotch. Kevin groaned above her, his hips trembling instead of pumping.
She licked the taut skin over his captured nuts, then opened her mouth to let his balls fall wetly between his thighs. His lubricating oils poured out of his cockhead and onto her circling fingers.
"Come on, baby, go down on my dick!" Kevin ordered.
Karen filled her face with his cock once more, her fingers playfully manipulating his nuts as her tongue smoothed his sticky liquids over his knob. His hips jerked with each swipe across his sensitive skin. Inspired by the taste of his flowing fluids, Karen took his stiff, drooling prick down her throat.
Kevin sighed and renewed the forward and back thrusting of his hips, and Karen couldn't control his speed, her mouth gliding rapidly over his thundering girth.
Karen let her lips wobble around his shaft and didn't earnestly suck his cock so she could prolong his climax. She wanted his cum streaming down her throat, but not yet. The salty flavor of his hot erection stroking between her cheeks was a pleasure to be enjoyed as long as possible. She curled her tongue to give his cock a smooth track to glide along and allowed his knob to pop in and out of her throat at its own pace.
But the taste of his rod made her crave for more. Her lips added pressure around his pumping stem and she sucked hard on his throbbing girth. Kevin put more power behind his strokes, shortening them, nearly always keeping his cockhead within the clamping grip of her throat.
Karen fought for air as Kevin tried to climb into her face. He fucked her mouth, his base at her lips, his knob down her throat, his pumping action reduced to barely moving jabs. His hairy groin covered her face, his pubes scraping her cheeks as he rocked from side to side.
She tried to pull away, but his hand came to the back of her head and kept her mouth fully covering his madly pulsing prick. Locked in position, she could do little but wait for his dick to explode.
But Karen was not the kind of girl to give up every bit of control. While she might not be able to bob her head over his hard muscle, she could still move her jaw, her lips and her tongue.
Her lower jaw rocked back and forth, sending her teeth raking across his thumping flesh. Her tongue moved with her jaw to massage the breadth of his slowly stroking stem. Her lips chewed at the base of his cock, bearing down on his wide root then loosening to gently hug his oval width.
Kevin seemed to like her active mouth, moaning and groaning, his knees bending with the amount of pleasure coursing over his cum-filled rod. And, yet, he hardly moved his dick within the tight hold of her throat. His knob pushed forward and pulled back a mere fraction of an inch, as though he was desperate to keep his climax trapped in his body.
Working her mouth around the hot base of his cock, Karen knew his dick was going to erupt at any second. His knob filled her throat, and in spite of his minimal movement, everything was in place for a rousing eruption. Most guys she had been with got wildly active just before climax, but Kevin slowed down instead.
Had she not felt the steady surges in his bloated meat she would have thought she was not satisfying his cock. His pace was not the pace of a man about to release his spunk, but it was obvious that he was seething inside. His mouth was open in continual sighs and moans, his dick quivered within her mouth, and his legs trembled. There was no doubt in Karen's mind that his load was about to leap from his buried knob.
She again tried to pull her face out of his crotch, but Kevin's hand was strong on the back of her head. He wanted his cock fully within the narrow track of her throat and kept her nose firmly pressed to his groin.
Then even the small thrusts from his hips stopped. The action transferred to his dick and his creamy jizz sprang from his planted cockhead.
Karen gulped hard as his thick cum blasted into her throat. She jerked back on her head, attempting to get his spraying knob into her mouth so she could taste his rich load. Kevin held her mouth in place, his cream hurtling down her throat without being tasted.
Kevin had stopped moaning the instant his cock erupted, his entire body stilled around his shooting cum.
Karen continued to work her mouth around his spraying shaft and put her pleasure aside to guarantee his. After all, that was the point of this blow job.
When the last of his load snaked down her throat, Kevin eased the pressure on the back of her head. He panted above her, his body quaking in the ecstatic aftermath of ejaculation.
Karen brought both hands up to his dick and slid her lips along his shaft until his cockhead sat in her mouth. Her tongue grazed his knob as her fingers squeezed around his fat shank.
She licked the end of his cock and finally got a taste of his cream. His cum was tart and tangy, unusual but not totally unpleasant. While the flavor of his jizz was not particularly to her liking, she was there to please him, so she made him think his cum was the best ever.
She sighed and moaned around his cock as though in the throes of heavenly bliss. His hips jerked as her tongue went after the few remaining drops of his spunk, but she tightened her grip on his base and kept his hot, pulsing prick within her mouth.
Her lips clamped down into the groove behind his cockhead as her tongue played with the smooth juices from his dick. She sucked on his fat knob until Kevin finally yanked his cock out of her mouth.
Her hands stroked over his deflating dong, but it was obvious that Kevin had gotten what he wanted. His dick was limp in seconds.
"That was good, baby, real good," he said, climbing off the toilet and reaching for his pants. "I'll have to let you suck it again some time."
"My pleasure," she said demurely. But that wasn't what she was thinking.
He assumed she would again want to go down on his stubby cock and drink his sour cream when she could easily pass him by for a better dick. His ego wouldn't let him see the truth, that she was only sucking him off to better her chances at a contract. And it was for that reason that she didn't tell him that another blow job was not in their future.
As soon as he was dressed, they left the stall. The bathroom had become a very busy place, men standing at the urinals and at the sinks. Everyone stared at her, and Karen suddenly felt like a slut, her head lowering. She wanted to leave as fast as she could.
"Go on ahead, babe," Kevin said. "I have to talk to Charlie."
Karen made a speedy exit and headed for the ladies' room to check her make-up.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sometime during the party, Carl had arranged for Karen to meet with one of Harvey's clients. His name was Dave Travis, and he was the marketing director for one of the big tobacco companies. Karen wasn't exactly thrilled, since cigarettes can't be advertised on television any more. If she got a contract, it would be strictly print work, which pays less than commercials.
But Carl convinced her to have dinner with him anyway. His proposal might be better than either of them thought, and something is always better than nothing.
Since she was meeting a potential employer, Karen dressed as sexily as the night before. Sex sells cigarettes, and she had to show him she had it in abundance. Her neckline was low to show plenty of cleavage and her skirt was high to show plenty of thigh, but both stopped short of looking cheap. Carl gave his approval as she waited for the limo to arrive.
When the chauffeur opened the door for her and helped her into the long, black limousine, she got her first look at Dave Travis, a large man with a fat cigar leisurely rolling within one hand. Thankfully, it wasn't lit. Karen studied him as they made small talk on the way to the restaurant.
While overweight, he didn't appear to be rolling in fat. He looked like an out-of-shape athlete, a once good physique gone soft with middle-age. In spite of his extra pounds, he was still a handsome man and must have been a real catch in his prime. But now, with his suit pants pulled across his heavy thighs and his stomach falling over his belt, he was less attractive than he should have been.
When they arrived at the restaurant and were seated in a padded, leather booth, Dave scooted next to her so their legs were side by side. That was Karen's first indication that Dave had more on his mind than dinner and casual conversation. And she regretted having worn such a sexy dress, her attire feeding his lust.
As they sipped on their first cocktails, Dave spoke more to her tits than to her face. His eyes rarely raised up to meet hers, and one hand found its way onto her exposed knee. Before she had to come up with a way to tactfully get his hand off her leg, dinner arrived. She had been rescued by Alaskan King Crab legs, but not for long.
Halfway through dinner, his hand was back on her leg, higher this time. His fingers skimmed across her nylons until they met the hemline of her skirt. He gently squeezed her thigh then sent his hand slinking up her leg like an inching spider slowly nearing her cunt.
His hand didn't stop until her skirt was stretched across her crotch, his fingers curving over the top of her thigh to rest against her pussy. Karen glanced around the restaurant, feeling exposed, wondering if anyone could see beneath the table.
Dave continued to eat with one hand while his other stroked over the soft fabric of her panties. His fingers wormed between the lips of her cunt, and Karen shoved a crab leg into her mouth to keep from squealing. Sucking hard, she felt her clit stiffen as Dave slowly rubbed along her heating gash. Blood rushed into her little nub, strengthening it, swelling it into a throbbing erection beneath his moving hand.
"Eat up, honey," Dave said, removing his hand from her cunt. "I'm looking forward to a little hair pie for dessert."
Karen didn't react, her mind trying to imagine what it would be like to fuck him. His hand had gotten her pussy horny and hungry for cock, but the rest of Dave's body was not exactly inspiring lust. Then she remembered this was business, an opportunity to better her chances at a long-term job. If she had to, she could fake arousal. She had done it before.
Dave didn't try anything in the limo on the way to his hotel. He saved it all for the room. As soon as the door closed behind them, he was on her like ticks on a coon dog. His mouth kissed up and down her neck as his hands traveled up and down her back. They came to rest on her ass. Grinding his mass against her, Dave was suddenly a man in desperate need.
Karen pushed and shoved on his shoulders until they were finally separated. "Slow down, lover. There's no reason to hurry."
"Yes there is! My hunger's never satisfied until I've had my dessert!"
"It's here, honey, and ain't goin' nowhere. Let's get undressed and into bed so we can both enjoy it. Okay?"
Karen watched in fascinated curiosity as Dave instantly began to shed his clothes. She stripped, too, and when they faced each other in just their underwear, Karen began to anticipate her new adventure. She couldn't see any signs of his prick in his boxer shorts, his stomach pulling the fabric away from his crotch, so she had no idea if his dick was already erect, or if his meat hung limply between his heavy thighs.
His T-shirt inched up his belly, exposing a deep and dark navel in the center of firm flesh. He was actually pretty solid, not as flabby and jiggling as Karen had assumed he would be. As his T-shirt lifted over his head, Karen dropped her bra to the floor. Standing bare-chested, she waited for him to go for his shorts before she reached for her panties.
"Oh, baby, what pretty tits!" Dave exclaimed, his eyes raking over her naked breasts before dropping down to stare at her covered cunt. "But give me a sample of that pie you're hiding. I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," he said with a chuckle. i
He sent his shorts down his legs, stepping out of them to reveal his flaccid prick. His cock was short and stubby, like one of the cigars he always played with but never lit, his dick's hole staring at her like a Cyclops. Curly hairs surrounded his dick in disarray, tangled and trapped in the wrinkly folds of his short shaft. His nuts were bumped forward by thighs that met in a fleshy mass. His hands played with his soft meat and tugged on his tightened balls as he awaited the unveiling of her snatch.
Karen eased her panties over her pussy, taking her time, tempting him with the sight of her furry mound. She angled each leg across her crotch as she slipped the panties off each foot, concealing her cunt, keeping the baring of her box sexy and seductive.
But as soon as she was naked, Dave ordered her to sit on the bed. "Spread 'em, honey. Let me look at that hairy cunt. Open your fucking cunt, baby, and show me that big clit I felt during dinner."
Karen sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs wide. Dave's vulgar commands were not what she had expected, but they were arousing in a lewd sort of way. Her sex lips sat slightly parted to give him a sensuous hint of the pink luxury awaiting his cock. Her hands slipped into her crotch to play the folds of her cunt over the soft interior flesh of her warming slit.
Dave stood several feet away from the bed, his eyes glued to the performance unfolding between Karen's thighs, his hand massaging soft muscle into sturdy flesh. His dick grew and grew as Karen fondled her twat. The wrinkles in his shaft vanished as his cockhead steadily inched away from his groin. What had once been so small and unimpressive now telescoped into an erection that was sure to please. Karen was amazed that so much meat had developed out of such meager beginnings.
Even with a hard-on now staring her in the face, Karen's cunt remained dry. Her pussy just wasn't yet excited enough about the impending penetration offered by Dave's approaching boner. She had the feeling that his mass was going to make their coupling more of a chore than a party.
She slipped her finger down her valley and into her hole, working it around to get her juices started. She felt moisture dot her finger, but her cunt was definitely not ready to easily accept an ungreased prick. She worked harder, pumped a little faster.
"Hold on, baby, let me do that!" Dave said, lowering onto his knees between her parted legs.
She slipped her hand out of her crotch and let him place his fingers within her gash. He widened the gap between her soft lips and exposed her delicate tissues to his reaching tongue. He made one lick along her sensitive slit before targeting the entrance to her buried treasures.
His tongue circled slowly before poking inside her cunt. He lazily stroked through her hole, and Karen fell back on the bed. Her snatch steadily warmed and increased the amount of fluids bathing his probing tongue. Her hands massaged her tits as she thought of Carl as the man eating her pussy.
His fingers spread to cover nearly the full length of her crack, and he kept tugging on her folds to stretch her tender flesh. The harder he pulled on the lips of her cunt, the deeper his face buried itself in her gash. His nose pressed against her stiff and pulsing clit, his fleshy cheeks swamping the entirety of her parted crevice, his chin nuzzling and threatening to give her pussy whisker burns. But just when her pleasure was beginning to send strong signals through her body, Dave extracted his face from her twat.
He hoisted himself back to his feet, his hand returning to stroke his cock. "That was sweet, baby, but I gotta fuck ya. Get up on the bed, and get ready for my dick! Baby, my cock's drippin' for your cunt!"
Karen moved to the center of the bed, watching his bulky frame get into position between her legs. The mattress sank beneath his weight, dropping her ass into a channel as wide as his kneeling body. She spread her legs as far apart as she could to slightly elevate her pussy, her hips angling upward the best they could.
Dave licked his hand and swabbed the head of his dick several times. Then he grabbed his shaft and began to aim his cock at her cunt. His stomach led the way as his legs stretched out behind him, his left arm holding his torso above her.
All Karen could see was his hanging belly, but she felt his balls skim down the lips of her cunt before he laid his cock atop her crack. His stomach met hers to envelop her in heat and skin as his dickhead played between the folds of her cooze. He quickly found the opening to her cunt and pushed against her entrance. His knob began to enlarge her hole, slowly at first, just a wetting of the tight object of his lust.
As soon as his cockhead slipped into her pussy, he released the tension in his arm and let his full weight bear down on top of her. He pushed her body deeper into the bed, her hole closing more tightly around his rod, her cunt sinking beneath his mass. The downward movement drew his dick into her gash, his cock steadily climbing up her hugging tunnel.
With his sturdy erection advancing, he withdrew his hand and brought both of them up to her tits. Clamping his fingers around each of her breasts, his total weight lay on top of her crotch. Most of Karen's body was smothered in flesh.
In spite of his weight, excitement sparked in her pussy as his cock began to work its magic. His dick was all the way in her box, his ass circling to probe the nooks and crannies of her cunt. Her pussy finally started to juice, to bathe his cock for a smooth and effortless glide in and out of her expanded circle.
Being pressed so deeply into the mattress, Karen's pussy wrapped itself snugly around his thrusting prick, guaranteeing his cockhead would never escape her clasping cunt. His dick belonged to her pussy and gradually enlivened the activity in her innermost depths.
Dave pumped his hips slowly, his hands gripping her tits, his stomach rolling up and down her abdomen in rippling waves. His belly wasn't quite as firm as she had first supposed. It was soft and warm, soothingly comfortable against her rocking body.
Karen raised one leg and lowered it onto his ass to allow him better penetration of her heating snatch. A small fire burned inside her, the flames growing toward mutual satisfaction as her foot bounced rhythmically against his hairy and fleshy butt.
When Dave attached his mouth to one soft nipple, he began to thrust his dick in earnest. The heat of his mounting speed lifted a sweaty scent to her nose. She inhaled deeply to capture the heady musk of sex. It stirred her pussy, building a fantasy of sweat-drenched bodies at the gym, pumping iron in shimmering nakedness.
Karen began to fuck him back, working her cunt along his hard shaft in slick strokes, her twat alive with an effusion of flowing fluids. All worry vanished as her cunt was now wildly wet, his dick sloshing through her liquids in banging excitement.
"What a hot, fucking box!" Dave exclaimed, his face raised above her growing nipple. "I'm gonna pound your pussy into mush!"
"Oh, shut up and suck my tit!" Karen said, not wishing to hear any more of his vulgar comments. "Just keep pumping that prick of yours. Faster, if you can. Put all that weight behind it!"
Dave did just that. His ass rose higher into the air and dropped, plowing his cock deeply into her craving cunt. His mouth returned to her breast, his teeth gently locking around her hardened nipple, his tongue circling and bathing. His fingers massaged her boobs as his ass rose and fell with hard-driving speed. Her pussy accepted every plummeting jab and wanted more, needed a thorough ramming to produce a flamboyant climax.
Karen slipped the heel of her foot into his ass crack, rubbing it up and down his sweating channel to inspire even greater speed. His hips reacted with short, quick stabs at her box, his cock jiggling and bouncing between the walls of her grasping cunt. That increased the intensity of the fire in her liquid center, a fire now sure to erupt into a raging torrent of flaming orgasm.
Dave lifted his face off her tit to pant above her chest in gasping breaths. His weight and his new pace took a heavy toll on his lungs, his mouth opened wide in desperation. Sucking in air, his stomach played against her body like giant bellows, and Karen's hands suddenly had to know the feel of his flesh.
Her fingers probed along his sides and felt the smooth shape of his torso, the soft roundness of his upper body. It was a turn-on Karen never thought possible. Her hands filled with his overweight body, kneading and massaging his hot skin. Her fingers sank into the folds of flesh upon his chest, her hands surrounding his tits and toying with his own stiffening nipples.
She was surprised by the pleasure obtained from holding onto his flabby pecs, her palms sensing resistance from the hard knobs within their centers. The sensation was not un-like fondling a woman's breasts, and she raised her head to take a nipple between her lips. But that was impossible. His hair-circled nubs were too far away to even get in one lick.
Her head dropped back to the pillow as Dave's cock made a tremendous stab at her cunt, his ass cheeks clenched, perspiration dripping from his chin.
"Oh, lover!" Karen blurted. "Do that again!"
She didn't know exactly what nerve his dick had touched, but she wanted his cock to touch it again and again. A wave of dynamic pleasure rushed to her head in an explosive burst of sensitive ecstasy. Apparently, Dave's dick had discovered an erogenous zone she didn't know she had, and she needed him to find it again. Whatever his dick had accidentally banged into brought her orgasm to sparkling activity. Her climax changed from a smoldering fire to a churning volcano.
Dave plowed into her pussy with the same ferocity, but didn't again find that special spot. It was one of those chance events which are rarely repeated. Karen rocked her hips in an attempt to help his cock rediscover the nerve that had so thrilled her, but it just wasn't meant to be.
Despite a touch of disappointment, there was a great deal more to enjoy. Karen settled beneath him, knowing he'd eventually bring her to fulfillment. She relaxed and let his mound of bouncing flesh claim her body.
His thrusting cock provided her pussy with extreme pleasure, and Karen quite forgot about the size of the man fucking her cunt. He suddenly seemed weightless, her snatch too lost in the rising joy of climax to feel anything but rapture. The strong and rhythmically stroking dick trapped within her twat sinfully erased all other thoughts. The bliss of a good fuck was all that mattered. And Dave had turned out to be a good fuck.
"I'm gonna cum!" Dave abruptly announced with a moan and a gasp. "I'm gonna.. .I'm gonna.. . " Dave apparently had more to say, but couldn't fit the words between his furious gulps for air.
"Do it, lover! Don't talk. Just do it!" Karen yelled, her head rolling from side to side as her own climax speedily neared eruption. She silently prayed he would keep stroking through his release, would maintain the stimulating motion that would bring her juices pouring out.
Her leg slipped off his sweat-drenched butt, both knees rising next to his madly pounding ass. Her legs flopped back and forth to work her pussy around his stabbing stake, to provoke each of them into splattering orgasm.
Dave dove into her hot box, tumbling into the blistering heat of paradise. His cock buried itself up to its thickened base, his balls pressed against her crotch. He stopped. He held his body still as if gathering the needed strength for one last attack upon her sweltering cunt. Or so Karen hoped. She needed his dick pummeling her pussy to burst the dam on her swirling climax.
Dave drew in a long, noisy breath then charged at her twat. His prick was a steam engine of endless power, his thrusts deep, his strokes fast and thrilling. His face quickly reddened with his frantic effort and sweat streamed down his cheeks. His cock pumped madly, driving hard, his fire stoked. Rapidly, frenetically, his hips pounded against her pussy.
Karen couldn't move on her own. His deep, heavenly thrusts pinned her to the bed, her crotch bouncing along his runaway locomotive. Her cunt was so wrapped up in its own excitement that she didn't feel the beginnings of his climax. All of a sudden, the back of her box was being drenched. Shot after shot exploded in a salvo of splattering spunk. The heat of their fuck was insignificant to the heat of his blasting jizz.
With his cream still bursting into her snatch, it was Karen's turn to release. Dave kept up his enchanting rhythm as he covered her cunt in cum, his blazing load the final jolt needed by her.
Her eruption showered over the walls of her pussy, drenching his cock in fiery lava. Dave screamed around her orgasm. Karen screamed as her floodgates opened fully to drown his suddenly stilled dick in the powerful discharge from deep inside her body. They weren't fucking anymore; they were reaping the beautiful benefits of fucking.
Unable to tolerate the amount of pleasure consuming his body, Dave collapsed on top of her. Karen struggled beneath his weight, her chest heaving against his.
"Holy shit!" Dave said next to her ear. "I haven't fucked like that in years! That's some hot twat you got, baby!"
"Thanks," Karen said politely. "Now, would you mind getting off me?"
"Sure, baby. Guess I should go on a diet," he said, slipping his dick out of her cunt and rolling onto the bed. His stomach rose up next to her like Mount McKinley, his cock slowly softening over his pink and hairy balls.
Karen chose not to agree with him about going on a diet, and said instead, "That was nice. For a big man, you're really good."
Dave slapped his belly, which jiggled and gyrated like Jello. "More bounce to the ounce," he said with a chuckle. "Give me a minute, and I'm sure I can get my dick hard again." He sent one hand down to play with his limp cock.
"I'm sure you can, but I should be going." Karen got up from the bed and began to dress.
Dave watched her intently, his hand pulling and tugging on his dick until it once again stood in his crotch. "See. Told you I could. Reconsider?" he asked mournfully.
"No, I really can't. Maybe some other time," she responded, dressing more quickly.
"I'll be in touch," Dave said as she headed for the door.
"With Carl," she answered quickly. "He handles all of my affairs."
"I'll bet he does."
Karen wasn't sure what he meant, but didn't question him as she left his room. She didn't know where to find the chauffeur, if he was even on duty, so grabbed a cab.
Fucking a fat guy had not been repulsive as she had once thought it would be. In fact, it had been quite an enjoyable experience. It proved that a good cock is the important thing and what's attached to it is just window dressing. She wouldn't be so hesitant the next time an overweight man approached her. Even at 32, Karen was still learning about life.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carl was asleep when Karen got home, and she tried to be quiet as she got ready for bed. She couldn't stop thinking about Dave Travis and how much she had enjoyed their fuck. All that flesh pressing down on her body was like being enveloped in a cloud, or so she fantasized. In reality, he wasn't that soft, but her mind embellished the experience to make it more palatable. Thin was still "in," and it was hard to overcome prejudice in spite of her good time.
She slipped in next to Carl and almost instantly went to sleep.
The next thing she knew, it was morning, and Carl's hands were stroking her body-mainly her ass.
"Good morning," she mumbled, still half-asleep.
Carl kissed her on the cheek. "How was your date."
"Fine."
"And.. . "
"And what?" Karen asked, slowly wakening. "And what happened?"
"It went well, I think. But we didn't talk business, if that's what you mean. That's your department. I did my part; now you do yours."
"I'd rather do yours, sweetheart."
Carl began his usual foreplay, and Karen responded as always. He kissed all around her face and neck as his hands drew her beautiful body next to his, face to face, tits to chest, cock to cunt. He moved his crotch around slowly so her bush would tickle his rising dick to straighten out the few remaining wrinkles. His hands slid down to her ass, cupped her supple mounds, and pressed her warm pussy against his nearly fully firm prick.
His enlarging knob untangled the curly hairs covering her twat as it stretched up to kiss her belly. Their tongues caressed above bodies that grew warm with exciting promises. When his dick had lengthened to its limit, he reached down to fondle the silken lips of her snatch, her protruding mound of cunt soft and provocative in his hand.
His fingers slipped into her slit and slowly traveled along the length of her valley. He played around her hole until she began to moisten for his probing fingers, her pussy a wet haven for his lonesome length. But her pussy was not to be its home.
'Turn over, baby," he whispered. "My dick needs something real tight this morning."
His hand slid over her hip as she turned around and backed her butt into his crotch. His throbbing firmness laid against her ass crack, his balls pressed into the warm crevice formed by her creamy thighs and sloping globes. He rubbed his rigid tool against her inspiring bottom as he kissed her neck and ran his hand along her smooth thigh.
He always liked thrusting into her ass, and excitement usually made his entry a rather rapid process, but not this morning. Still a little sleepy, his moves were slower, dream-like, as if done in slow motion. He lowered his dick with one hand, to place his cockhead nearer her hole, while his other hand moved between her legs to raise her thigh, to part the way for his advancing prick.
Karen propped her leg up to hold herself open for him. His hand slipped up to her slit. He moistened his wiggling fingers with her pussy's juices, then trailed her wetness down to her asshole. He prepared her for penetration, his fingertips circling her entrance, dipping inside, idly stroking to get her to loosen for his pulsing cock. He made several trips to her cunt, drawing her fluids back to her butt.
He rubbed his dick along her thigh to invoke his own lubricating oils. Karen sent her hand down between her legs in search of his thick stake. Her fingers wrapped around his girth and leisurely pumped his rod. When the first of his pre-cum seeped out of the end of his dick, her finger spread his sticky flow over the full plane of his hot and anxious knob. His hips bucked to send his prick more rapidly through her circling fingers.
"Oh, honey, that feels nice. Play with my dickhead some more while I get your ass ready for my big cock."
Experience told him her butt would be like a solid wall, her hole, unyielding and tightly closed. Speed had broken through the barrier before, but the early hour wouldn't allow such a display of energy.
He raised his hand to his mouth and sucked on his middle finger to get it wet and ready. Then, pulling away from her ass, he brought his moistened finger to her hole.
"Ease up, honey. I'm gonna finger-fuck you first. Just a little something to nibble on before you gobble up my sausage."
"Just go slow, baby. You know how tight my ass is."
"I know. Keep jerking my stick and keep them juices coming, baby. Get my head real greasy, and you won't even know when I stick it to ya."
"Yeah, right."
His excited finger circled around her opening until he felt an easing in her puckered flesh. He slowly slipped inside. A quick gasp told him she felt his probe in spite of the smooth entry.
Her muscular sphincter clamped firmly around his sturdy intruder in stark contrast to her soft and fleshy interior. The walls of her tunnel were hot and moist around his finger, so he knew once he got his dick past her gripping hole he'd have easy going.
He twisted and advanced, probing her gently until half his finger was lodged up her butt. He backed out and began thrusting up her channel in little strokes, allowing her ass to adapt. Each gliding poke through her hole rode up just a little further, until the full length of his finger was slipping in and out of her butt. Karen began to sigh and Carl began to stroke more quickly and deeply.
The more rapidly he twisted and plunged, the more excited she became. She actively worked his finger with her humping hips. He pushed and probed until his fuck was smooth and effortless, her channel slick, her flesh enveloping. Her opening no longer gripped as tightly, her body eased into the rhythm of his thrusts.
"That's nice," Karen cooed.
"Yeah, baby, you're gettin' real relaxed. I can't wait to get my dick inside you."
"Then don't wait. Do it, honey!"
Carl removed his finger from her swaying butt. It was warm and wet, glistening with the dew of her hot interior.
His hands parted her crack and placed his knob against her clamping muscle. Carl knew her dark tunnel was oiled sufficiently to receive his anxious dick, but he still had to get past the puckered circle that instinctively tried to prevent his entrance.
Karen took a couple of deep breaths, and her hole lessened its pressure. She felt his cockhead pressing against her back door, and she tried her best to invite him in. Her body moved slightly against his, his cock barely nudging into her ass.
Carl took full advantage of the momentary lapse in her sphincter's grip and plowed upward, his wide knob charging inside her ass. Her circle closed into the groove of his cock and squeezed, the delightful pressure on his dick stronger than any pussy he had ever encountered.
He pushed his fiery stick forward, allowing his excited shaft to work steadily into her anus in a continuous stroke. Up and up he climbed, his fleshy prod pushing aside the warm, moist walls of her rectum until he reached full penetration, his pubic hairs flattened against her ass.
Once completely captured by her sensuous butt, he stopped to relish the wonderful sensations stimulating his dick. They both just laid there for a second, enjoying the initial thrills of their fuck. Carl's dick trembled with joy, and Karen's tubular tunnel hugged his throbbing shaft in soothing comfort.
Then he began to put some action on his needy rod. Her flesh surrounded his cockhead as he thrust forward and back, the skin of his dick in constant contact with the clinging walls of her rectum. He gradually picked up the pace, and Karen responded with deeper sighs. The faster he pumped his dick into her ass, the more she rocked her hips.
The ride was smooth and gliding, his retreating moves bringing fluids down to her clamping circle and spreading his shaft with hot lubrication. Quick, sturdy stabs brought an equal reaction from Karen's pounding hips, his cock drawn deep inside her, his girth held by gripping pressure. Her asshole slammed down on his dick so tightly that the skin at the base of his cock was forced along the firm muscle beneath it, stretching his groin each time he backed down her sleek highway. The strong grip on his prick shortened his strokes, but not his pleasure!
"Oh, baby! Loosen up a little!" he begged between panting breaths. "I want to drive.. .all the way in.. .and all the way out. Just like I fuck.. . your pussy!"
Her grip released his dick, and he shot back inside her ass, his cock buried fully in her butt. He instantly leapt into long, plowing thrusts that slapped his nuts against her cunt. The quicker his driving shaft raced into her tight, pumping rectum, the closer he got to the point of giving up his thick, white juices. His climax was on the horizon and rapidly rising.
Karen played with her pussy while Carl continued to grind his way up her ass. She could feel her fingers rub against the firmness of his cock, could feel her cunt push back against her rectum as he filled it with his strong and sturdy muscle. She stroked his dick, her fingers held firmly as his prick glided by.
The added stimulation from Karen's fingers brought him closer and closer to climax. And Carl wanted it. Still thrusting, he circled his hips and twirled his dick around inside her ass. She squealed her delight and held herself motionless to let Carl work his magic.
The churning action of his bulging rod increased his lust, heightened his need to slam his stiff prick into her beautiful body. He wanted to ram her ass with devastating lunges, plow into her with force, dump the greatest load of cum he had ever achieved. He was so excited, so turned on by her butt, that he couldn't drive fast enough or hard enough to please his raging dick.
He fucked her without letting up, giving no thought to her orgasm. The satisfying of his charging cock was all-consuming. The harder he drove, the louder he moaned. And the louder he moaned, the greater his need to reach climax.
One hand latched onto her fleshy ass cheek, digging into her smooth globe, holding on for the ride. His other hand lay trapped beneath their bodies, his fingers clawing at flesh, both his and hers.
Karen's hips once again joined in the action, her pleasurable sighs intensified. He wondered briefly if fucking her ass would bring her to orgasm, but it was a fleeting thought. His own climax dominated his mind and body and sent quaking shivers through his flesh.
He gritted his teeth to add strength to his plunges, his breathing reduced to quick pants. He slashed her ass with the steady beat of his sturdy sword, pounding deeply inside her rectum with relentless jabs. His cum inched closer and closer to release.
A few fast, thrusting stabs later, hot juices poured out of the end of his wavering wand and into her butt. "Here I cum!" he announced with great excitement, even though he was sure he didn't have to tell her that his dick was dumping his cream into her chasm. His mouth clamped shut as spunk wriggled up his tube and dove off his knob.
His hips barely moved, his cock buried up to its wide base, his dickhead wobbling only slightly as he came. The explosion was tremendous, as powerful as any he had unloaded in her cunt.
His eruption forced her hole to close tightly around his spewing girth, her squeezing lock trapping cum inside his shaft. His dick burned and itched fiercely, ripping a startled scream out of his mouth.
"Let go!" he yelled.
The fire was not to be tolerated, and nothing felt as good as the release of pressure on his flaming meat. Cum flew up and out, then oozed over his gaping pisshole. His relieved sigh lasted forever, the flames slowly ebbing, his dick returning to a more normal state of mad pulses and wild throbs.
Carl's cock languished in the soothing comfort of his hot jizz and her hugging walls. When he finally removed his burning length from her ass, he stared down at the reddened surface of his prick. He loved the feel of his cock after ejaculation.
His dick's enthusiasm and strength gradually disappeared, his skin wrinkling as his cockhead retracted toward his crotch. He flopped onto his back, exhausted, satisfied.
"God damn, I love your ass!" he exclaimed.
"I can tell! But what about me?"
"You didn't like it?"
"Of course, I liked it! But I like to cum, too! Honey," Karen begged, "you got me started, so how about finishing? It isn't nice to leave me like this."
Karen had rolled onto her back. She stared at Carl with a pleading look in her eye as her hands leisurely massaged her frustrated pussy to keep her orgasm at least minimally alive.
Guilt washed over Carl. He glanced down at his dead dick and knew it would take a lot of coaxing to get it to stand up again. But all was not lost.
He crawled between her legs and pushed her hands out of his way. Flattening out on his stomach, he brought his face up to her crotch. His tongue reached out to tickle her twat, to begin the tonguing of her cunt. Her legs stretched out to part her pussy's lips, to open her snatch to his expert mouth.
But just as he was about to plunge between her hairy lips, the telephone rang.
"Who the fuck can that be?"
"Who cares? Don't answer it."
"Must be important to be calling so early!" Carl said, raising his face out of her crotch. He reached for the phone. "Hello?"
"Yeah, this is Carl."
Karen could only hear one side of the conversation. She played with her pussy in Carl's absence, being careful not to be too active, because she knew his tongue was far superior to her fingers.
Carl finally hung up the phone. "That was Kevin Reilly. He's got a client he wants you to meet."
"Now?"
"No, silly. He was calling from the airport. He wants you to meet some guy named Trevor Church. I told him to have Trevor call you later today."
"Am I supposed to fuck him, too?" Karen asked sarcastically.
Carl propped himself up on his elbows between her spread legs. "I've never told you, you have to fuck anybody. I'm not your pimp. And, frankly, I don't like it when you fuck these guys. It would suit me just fine if my dick was the only one that ever fucked your pussy."
Karen was surprised by his jealousy. She had always thought he had arranged these meetings just so she could seal a deal with a good lay. Apparently, she was wrong.
"Sometimes I have to," she said in her defense. "It's pretty obvious that these guys have gotten the word from somewhere that my body is theirs to play with. I fuck them to further my career, honey, not because I particularly want to."
"I know. But that doesn't mean I have to like it." He looked down at her hairy box. "But let's not talk about that now. I'm hungry for cunt, if you're still interested."
"Of course, I'm still interested," she said, sending her hands down to show him the delicacies awaiting his mouth and tongue.
Carl reached in and removed her hands. "I'll take over, baby. You just lay back and enjoy."
Karen moved her hands to her tits, her eyes closing, her body ready to receive her lover. Her fingers slowly traced the tender discs around her nipples as Carl inched his face closer to her cunt.
He inched up and in, his lips caressing, his tongue probing around her fleshy folds before seeking the object of his desire. His fingers slipped into her bush and onto her flesh to part her pussy. Her body rolled around under his advances, her warm interior moist for his tongue.
Before diving into her box, he moved up to kiss her clit, drawing it into his mouth to give her nub a little swat. She purred above him as he slowly sucked on her strengthening clit, her tiny bud swelling and growing between his massaging lips. His fingers toyed with her lips as his face bobbed slowly over her pulsing erection.
Her cunt was hot and wet when he lifted off her clit and went for her hole. His tongue climbed inside her twat, stroking her pussy, his fingers slipping down her folds to spread her wide apart. After a few loving thrusts, he pulled out to lick up and down her succulent valley, to taste the flavors of the woman he loved.
He lapped up her cunt's sweet juices, played them over his tongue, then dove back in for more. He raced along her gash with fevered licks, did his best to inspire the rekindling of her orgasm.
Un-like earlier, her climax became all-important, his own enjoyment secondary to stimulating her pussy into giving up its honey-like nectars. He ate and sucked, nipping at her heated flesh, sending his tongue scurrying all around her crotch. His mouth flew from the supple beginnings of her hairy mound down to the firm and clasping eye of her asshole. He left no part of her snatch untouched.
His fingers worked her cunt lips like a concertina, opening and closing her box around his face. His lapping tongue did everything but talk. He moved so rapidly around her twat that Karen's hips began to pump and circle in wild excitement.
But she really became agitated when he darted in and out of her hole, poking and probing into her slit with his nose and tongue, chewing on her flesh with his devouring lips. He placed one hand on her clit, leaving it there to stimulate her body even more while his tongue concentrated lower in her gash. He pressed his face into her pussy as far as it would go, his nose buried in the succulent folds of her heated flesh.
Her cunt was flowing like a rushing river, her bush soaking wet from his drooling mouth and her effusive snatch. He tugged and pulled on her cunt lips to bare her hole for his greedy prong. In he dove, and in he stayed, playing in the depths of her pussy.
He touched the tip of his tongue from wall to wall, flicking it around in her open spaces, working it from floor to ceiling. Her flesh was hot and soft. It retreated from his plunging tongue, her body bouncing on the bed, skewering her cunt on his invigorating intruder. He could tell she was getting off on his active probes, her orgasm assuredly swelling inside her.
Carl opened his mouth wide in anticipation of her spewing cream, and the time for play was over. He got serious about bringing her climax.
He fucked her with his reaching tongue in steady strokes. His speed increased, and he stopped probing around, making a straight entry through her grasping pussy. He drove hard, and he drove fast.
Karen's hips did everything they could to ensure the release of her river. She swayed from side to side, then rocked up and down. All the while, Carl maintained a smoothly rhythmic in and out thrusting.
With the excitement erupting around Carl's tongue, his cock found the strength to rise again. He worked his hips to plow his erection into the mattress, to rub his tender flesh against the sheets. His hard-on fucked the bed with the same eagerness employed by his tongue in her pussy, his entire body like one huge cock.
"Oooooh," Karen sighed, "keep doing that. My God, that's wonderful!"
Karen obviously liked his undulating fingers, his stabbing tongue, and the active motion of his entire body. He increased the flowing motion of his hands, playing her pussy like a trumpet, pressing more firmly into her squirming flesh. Her moans lengthened, her body easing into a less frantic rhythm.
Heat built up inside her box, and Carl could tell that she was close to erupting into his mouth. His second climax was a long way off, but even the meager beginnings of another load was pleasure enough to keep his dick stiff and stroking against the bed. He tried to ignore the rising needs in his crotch, and kept his cool. His tongue's thrusting action was about to force Karen's twat to explode, and he maintained a steady pace.
Karen's body suddenly stopped all movement. Her ass raised up from the bed, his face rising right along with it. He kept jabbing her box with his tongue and anxiously awaited the fruits of his labor.
With high-pitched squeals and drawn-out sighs, Karen unleashed her orgasm. Her thick outpouring swirled around Carl's curled tongue. He drank her honey down, sweet fluids snaking over his tongue as he pulled them down into his throat. Then he darted back in deeply for more, for more of her sweetness to satisfy his hungry appetite.
He loved the taste of her pussy, even without an orgasm, but the flavor of her cum now seemed doubly delicious since he wasn't concentrating on reaching his own climax. He was still humping the bed, but it only added to the experience. It got his body totally involved in eating pussy, enhancing the sensations bombarding his face and mouth.
Once she stopped gushing, he licked up her crack, searching for the drops that may have escaped him. But he had been so thorough there was little to be found. He enjoyed the licking just the same, her cunt closing around his chomping lips.
Satisfied that he had gotten all she had to offer, he wiggled his head within her crotch and vibrated his lips. Karen broke into laughter, her hands pushing his head away from her crotch.
"Stop it! That tickles!"
"It's supposed to," he said, climbing up her body. He laid his erection on top of her box and gave her cheek a quick peck. "Did you get off?"
"Are you kidding?"
"You mean that little spurt was it?"
She slapped him hard across the ass, then buried her fingernails in his hairy bottom. Playing with his buns, she planted a kiss upon his lips.
"If I stay here, I'm going to have to fuck you," he said, raising up so they could both see the fattened head atop his erection. "Which would be fine, except it's getting late. I have to get to the office."
He leaned down to kiss her once more before getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. Karen watched his sexy ass move across the room, tiny marks left by her fingernails. Staring at his behind, she wondered if Carl would like to be fucked. She had heard that a lot of guys liked having a dildo rammed up their butt, and Carl had never objected to her fingering his asshole while they were fucking. It was something to think about.
CHAPTER NINE
Trevor Church called that afternoon, asking Karen over to his apartment for an interview that evening. And the way he said "interview" made it clear to her that he expected to interview her pussy as much as her personality. Since Carl had expressed his jealousy that morning, she conveyed her suspicions to him over dinner. He seemed resigned to the fact that fucking some clients was all part of the game.
Karen was surprised when she arrived at Trevor's apartment. Not only was he black, he was also not alone. She had no problem with his being black; it was just unexpected. She did wonder, however, about the presence of the second man. Was she in for a three-way? Or was this truly going to be a legitimate interview?
"I'm Trevor Church," the large man said, extending his hand, "and this is my associate, Deshawn Davis."
Karen smiled at the two men, shaking Trevor's huge hand and allowing herself to be led into the living room. Trevor fixed her a drink as she studied her two "interviewers."
Trevor was big, presumably strong muscled, and seemed rather intelligent as he talked about the advertising campaign that Karen might be a part of. Deshawn, on the other hand, was quite tall and skinny and didn't say much. Karen figured he had probably been a basketball player at some point in his life.
"You're a very attractive woman," Trevor said, staring into Karen's eyes. "And your body is quite sexy. I very much like the size of your breasts," he said, one eyebrow raising.
Karen smiled without responding, thinking that the conversation would shortly turn to sex. And it did. Trevor expounded upon the sexy beauty of her body, and Karen felt a little self-conscious. He spoke as though he had already seen her naked, and let her know in no uncertain terms exactly what he thought of her.
"You're very complimentary," Karen finally interrupted, his descriptions becoming embarrassing. "But I doubt any woman could live up to such an inflated description."
"I think you're being modest. But if I'm wrong, you'll have to prove it."
So there it was. That was apparently Trevor's way of saying 'Stand up, my dear, and get naked for us.' Karen had to make a decision. She was intrigued by Trevor, his big body hidden by clothes that fit snugly. Deshawn, however, failed to spark even the least curiosity. But she figured if she wanted one, she had to also take the other.
"So.. . , " Deshawn said, breaking into Karen's thoughts. "Is Trevor wrong about your body?"
"That's something you'll have to decide for yourselves," Karen said, reaching her decision, her eyes locked on Trevor's handsome physique.
"Then let's move to the bedroom, where we can all be more comfortable," Trevor said, offering Karen his hand.
The moment they reached the bedroom, Deshawn pulled Karen toward the bed. He moved behind her, his hands instantly on her back. Facing Trevor, hearing the zipper on her dress being slid down its track, her body began to twitch with excitement. She was very attracted to Trevor and being stripped in front of him was quite arousing.
With her dress on the floor at her feet, Deshawn quickly removed her full slip. Trevor released an audible sigh as he observed her in her bra, garter belt and panties. Deshawn was mumbling behind her, but Karen focused on Trevor as he removed his suit jacket.
As she stood between the two men, Deshawn reached out and undid the back of her bra. Slipping the straps off her shoulders, he tossed it aside to expose her tits. His black hands slid up her ivory skin to cup her firm breasts. He used quick, circling moves as he carefully pressed his fingers against her warm mounds. Karen could feel his excitement in his playing hands.
"Whoa, mama! What a great pair of titties," Deshawn exclaimed. "They're real firm and hot, baby. Just the way I like 'em! Ain't they somethin', Trev?"
"Yeah, they look good enough to eat," he responded. Karen liked having her body stripped for him, except he stopped undressing once her chest had been exposed. But there was plenty of time to see him naked, so she got into her performance.
Karen sighed beneath Deshawn's active fingers. "Come on, honey," she purred, "massage my breasts until my nipples get hard. Let me show you everything I've got."
She spoke more to excite Trevor than Deshawn, and her hips darted forward and back. She released deep, breathy moans as Deshawn's fingers sank into her warm, spongy flesh and tugged on her delicate peaks. The faster he worked his fingers against her tits, the louder she panted.
And Trevor seemed to appreciate her efforts. His hands moved up and down on either side of his crotch, a nice bulge filling his pants, his hips slowly gliding forward and back as he watched.
But Deshawn suddenly stopped fondling her breasts and reached down to fumble with her garter belt and stockings. Rather than let him struggle, and keep her disrobing from being as sexy as possible, she pushed his hands aside and stepped away from him.
Deshawn sat on the edge of the bed as Karen stepped out of her shoes. She removed her stockings. Slowly. Sexily. Gliding the nylon down each leg and off each foot. The garter belt dropped to the floor, leaving her standing in only her panties. And she was in no hurry to show them her prize possession.
She danced between them, twisting and turning, showing off the smooth curves of her body, shaking her chest to rock her tits the most seductive way. She teased them with an occasional tug on her panties, exposing a little more skin, tempting them with her pussy and her ass, but not yet letting them see what they coveted.
"Aren't you going to join me?" Karen asked coyly, wondering if either of them would ever get undressed.
"Yeah, baby. I'll get naked for ya," Deshawn said, rising from the bed and shucking his suit coat. "Fuck. I ain't got nothin' to hide."
Karen turned her attention to Trevor. He seemed unexplainably hesitant. She turned her back to him, hooked her panties, and started them on a slow descent. She gradually exposed her butt, finally sending her briefs slipping down her thighs. She stepped out of her panties, straightened up, and turned around.
Trevor stood as if in a trance, his eyes staring between her legs, his body enchanted by her tantalizing snatch. He continued to gaze at her crotch as though he had the power to see through her fluffy bush and into her heated cunt.
"What a woman," he finally said. "My, that pussy sure looks tasty."
Trevor began removing his clothes without another word. He quickly took off his shirt and tie as the now naked Deshawn moved in to once more play with her tits. His hands eagerly pressed and kneaded her mounds, although his eyes had focused lower.
Karen looked down, too, to discover that Deshawn's dick was as long as he was tall. His slender cock seemed to hang down forever, his base circled by tiny puffs of black hair, his foreskin closed in a tight circle, his balls thickly wrinkled. But she was really more interested in Trevor and turned her head in his direction.
By then, Trevor was sliding his shorts down his massive thighs. He tossed them aside and straightened up before her. Even though she already knew he was a huge man, she had no way of knowing just how muscular he really was. Now naked, her eyes were dazzled by his large, barrel chest and his mammoth arms, his torso towering above sturdy legs. But her eyes widened when she got a look at the enormous size of his cock. He had length. He had girth. He had a cockhead the size of a baseball.
Karen stared in amazement. Then she began to wonder if her pussy was capable of accepting and enduring such an awesome slab of manhood. She had never seen a dick as big, and the damn thing was obviously not yet at full erection. She wondered how much bigger it would get.
While Karen stared at Trevor's impressive meat, Deshawn brought his tongue in to make contact with her tits. He eagerly licked around her warm, fleshy boobs, concentrating on her nipples. The faster he licked her left tit, the louder she sighed for him and Trevor. Her nipple quickly rose up to meet his flicking tongue and he did the same to the other.
While her breasts were being expertly bathed by Deshawn's active tongue, Karen could tell that Trevor was very proud of his monster equipment. He reached down with both hands and started to fondle his lengthy cock. The faster his hands played over his dick, the firmer it got. His fingers soon glided along a steely erection. A wild expression surfaced in his eyes, and Karen felt electricity shoot through her pussy. She was facing a man who could give her cunt the ultimate in sexual satisfaction.
Deshawn, obviously a tit man, kept his tongue circling around her boobs, pressing it against one and then the other, his hands constantly shaping and reshaping her spongy breasts.
Trevor moved closer, his hand still working over his huge slab of muscle. When he stood close enough for Karen to smell his manly scent, Deshawn lifted off her tits.
"So what's the plan, my man?" Deshawn asked.
"Grease jobs," he responded, releasing his giant pole. "Get down on the floor, De, and get her pussy ready. We'll let Miss Karen suck my dick until she gets it real juicy. Then we'll go from there."
Karen couldn't wait to wrap her lips around his towering erection. She got down on her knees and grabbed his hard, sturdy cock. As her hand closed around his mighty girth, Deshawn laid down on his back and shoved his face between her legs.
Holding her thighs, he pushed his tongue into her slit and moved it passionately up and down her gash. The faster his tickling tongue wiggled along her valley, the more churning she felt in her liquid center.
She slowly stroked Trevor's rigid rod to allow her hands the pleasure of feeling his lengthy member before taking his fat root into her mouth.
Deshawn's tongue playfully worked up and down the length of her slit, gliding gracefully along the inside of her rapidly heating valley. His fingers inched toward her cunt and finally made contact with her saliva-soaked hairs. He parted her crack and plunged his tongue into her entrance. Karen released a tiny yelp and got ready to perform some tongue action of her own.
"Come on, Miss Karen, suck my cock," Trevor begged in his reserved way. "Your hand is quite nice, but I have hands of my own."
But Karen wasn't yet ready to release his sweltering dick. This hulk of a man was such a turn-on that she wanted to know every inch of his body intimately. And there was a lot of it to get to know.
She pushed and shoved on his huge thighs until they parted. "Turn around," she said softly. "Let me work my way up to the grand prize."
Trevor turned around, his massive, bubble butt placed in front of her face. Her hands slid up his thighs and onto the smooth contours of his rounded globes. Hot and silky beneath her fingers, she massaged the firm muscles of his buns before going for his crack.
Spreading his cheeks, she shot her tongue forward and let it slide along the open valley in his shiny ass. Then she placed it firmly within his hot crevice. As soon as she let her tongue make contact with his asshole, Trevor released several deep sighs. She slowly circled his tightened sphincter and sent one hand between his legs to manipulate his dangling balls.
Trevor bent over to open his crack wider for her lapping tongue. "Go for the gold, baby. Stick your tongue up my ass and give me a little fuck." Even in pleasure, Trevor just didn't seem to get excited, his words calm, his voice steady and devoid of emotion.
She pressed her tongue to his asshole and forced her way inside his circular opening. She worked it deeply into his anal passage, then began to thrust her tongue in and out of his rectum. Trevor sighed around his heating butt, his hips barely stroking his ass over her fucking tongue.
But after only a few hot strokes, she had to slip out of his tasty ass. Deshawn was sending shock waves of lust through her pussy, and Karen pulled away to pant her rising pleasure.
Deshawn employed a swift, stimulating pace as he manipulated his tongue all around her cunt. And his fingers were as active as his probing prong. His expertise at eating pussy had her orgasm building inside her. Small, and just beginning to churn, his speed would have her spilling her sweet juices in no time.
"If you don't slow down, I'm going to cum," Karen warned.
Her words had just the opposite affect. Deshawn plunged into her box, his fingers eagerly running along the folds of her excited snatch. He fucked her hole rapidly, and her hips jerked around his far-reaching stabs. Her cunt shook around his face, and his fingers dug into her tender flesh to hold her crevice steady for his ramming tongue. Deshawn did everything he could to pop her cork.
Karen was amazed at the speed of her building climax. Her hand locked onto Trevor's balls, her hot breath spreading over his open ass crack as her orgasm raced toward eruption.
Deshawn furiously fucked her twat with his long, deeply penetrating tongue and kept his fingers in constant motion on her soft, quaking cunt lips. Then searing juices shot from her depths.
Deshawn sucked hard and extracted the sweet honey from her flowing cooze. His fingers gripped her folds and pulled firmly to open her hole wide for his dipping tongue. He flicked inside her box to capture every drop of her exploding liquids, his tongue constantly on the move, his lips spread into her valley.
Karen's streaming flow felt soothingly warm in her snatch, but her climax was far from her most powerful. She had cum too quickly for it to have built up to an explosive discharge. But she decided that was good. That meant that this would be the first of a multiple of stimulating releases if the guys made that happen.
As soon as she could comfortably tolerate Deshawn's cleaning of her cunt, her face returned to Trevor's succulent butt. Her tongue wiggled sharply against his asshole, then slipped inside for a few more hot strokes. As her tongue glided in and out of his rectum, she moved her hand from his nuts to his cock, adopting a tight grip around his hard and pulsing length. Squeezing hard, her hand began to earnestly pump his swollen shaft.
Trevor rocked his hips between her stroking fist and her thrusting tongue. "Oh, Miss Karen!" he said, finally displaying a bit of emotion. "I like getting it forward and back. Baby, you read my mind."
Karen put more speed behind both her activities. Her pussy had calmed so she could place her entire concentration on Trevor's pleasure. Her tongue plunged deeply into his ass as her hand traveled the full length of his throbbing hard-on. But Trevor's hips began to pump too fast, and Karen feared that he might cum without her mouth around his cock to capture the essence of this handsome man.
She slipped her tongue out of his butt and forced her head between his thighs. Her hand stopped stroking, and she placed her tongue against his balls. She liked the way his nuts seemed to enlarge as she started to lick them. But they kept swinging away from her.
Trevor sent his hand down to steady his swaying sac for her flicking tongue. With his balls dangling right above her mouth, she opened wide and he squeezed one nut between her lips. She sucked his hard orb inside her mouth and gently grazed its firm surface with her hot, wet tongue. He moaned above her and held his body still as she played with his oval egg. But then his thighs began to tremble, and Karen once again feared he was close to cumming.
Not wanting to risk missing his explosion, she let his nut slip out of her mouth. She backed away and pushed on his thighs until he turned around, his mighty stick wavering close to her face. She took a quick breath as she saw the size of the monster about to enter her mouth, then attached her lips to his huge, drooling cockhead.
His knob was hot and oily against her tongue as her mouth stretched around his girth. She moved slowly down his cock, her fingers locked around his wide base to hold his stick steady for her creeping descent. When his cockhead hit the back of her mouth, she still had a lot of dick to swallow. Taking all of his prick into her throat was going to be a challenge.
She bobbed her head over half his length, barely introducing his knob to her throat until she was ready to go for more. She brought her free hand up to his balls to keep him fully stimulated until she could swallow the entirety of his awesome dick.
She made steady progress, his knob slipping further and further down her neck. But try as she might, she just couldn't get her lips down to the base of his shaft. But Trevor didn't seem to mind.
"Ooooo, Miss Karen," he moaned. "Move your tongue on my dick and you'll make me cum. Suck me off. I got plenty more to fill your pussy."
His huge legs trembled as he reached out with both hands and curled his fingers into her hair. He gently pressed on the back of her head as she eagerly worked her mouth over his fat stick. She pumped and twisted and rocked her tongue over the wide breadth of his stroking cock, hoping she was pushing him close to the moment of wild and exhilarating climax.
His fingers stroked through her hair as her head bobbed and her tongue worked with captivating strength against his blazing cock. Her lips gripped hard as his massive length dove down her throat. He reached further down inside her than any man ever had, and Karen marveled at her ability to accept his awe inspiring dick.
The longer she sucked his cock, the more it seemed to swell within her clasping mouth. His monster cockhead completely plugged the opening to her throat, then squeezed down her narrow channel as his hips drove his shaft deeply inside her.
Karen fought against the gagging urges erupting in her neck and resigned herself to the fact that there was no way to get her lips chewing around the base of his gigantic pole, as much as she wanted to. Her hand squeezed and pumped the trunk of his mighty tree, and she loved the feel of his skin sliding over the intensely firm muscle beneath it.
In the midst of all her cocksucking, Deshawn had moved one hand back up to her tits. He squeezed one excited mound and then the other, his fingers keeping her nipples firm and aroused. His other hand was strangely absent, and Karen could only assume that it massaged his own needy erection. She hated to think of him jerking himself off, but she had plenty to handle at the moment.
With her lips stretched and her throat expanded wider than ever, Karen was beginning to ache. Each dive down her neck made it very evident that her muscles were getting sore. But she wasn't about to pull off his cock, her need to make him cum greater than her need for comfort. But to hurry his orgasm, her hand pumped more rapidly over the amount of his shaft that wouldn't fit into her mouth.
Trevor's body responded to her increased activity. In addition to pumping his thick rod, she bounced his balls in the palm of her hand. Then closing around his gradually shrinking nuts, she stretched them down between his thighs and pressed them together. He seemed to like that, his hips circling and grinding.
But the new action from his rolling pelvis made it even more difficult to swallow his cock. Now it was not only plunging in and out of her throat, it was trying to knock from side to side in a tunnel that couldn't possibly get any larger.
Karen lifted his balls back up to his crotch and gently massaged his heated orbs. His hips returned to a steady thrust, and she more easily accepted the lusty drives of his pumping organ.
"Are you ready for my big load?" Trevor asked, his voice now coming with a slight tremor.
Karen bobbed her head in the affirmative and backed off his stake to stroke her mouth over just the end of his thick slab. She kept his cockhead out of her throat so he could deposit his load onto her tongue.
His hips twitched and twisted as he rapidly reached the point of climax. Moaning and groaning above her, cum suddenly shot out of the end of his long, excited stem. His whole body shook and vibrated from the rapidly pounding stream of hot spunk blasting out of his throbbing erection and into her waiting mouth.
"Swallow me," Trevor sighed breathily.
She slipped her lips up to the very top of his lengthy rod and let his cockhead spray the inside of her mouth. He rapidly filled her cave with searing jizz, and her quick, lightning tongue licked back and forth as she swallowed what seemed like gallons of his hot, white cream.
His cock emptied so forcefully that she couldn't get a taste of his cum until he had nearly stopped firing. The last of his mighty blasts were less intense, and Karen kept some of his juicy discharge on her tongue. She spread his release around his cock and received the full flavor of his ejaculate.
A little tangy, a little sweet, she played his cream around her mouth and around his dickhead. His hips danced around his prick as her tongue played over his sensitive knob. Her hand squeezed his base to make sure every bit of his cum had been drained into her mouth, and she sucked hard to receive the last of his load.
When she had gulped down his final drops, she pulled her mouth off his cock. She kissed his fiery knob, and Trevor jerked his dick out of her grip.
"Very nice," Trevor said, his large hands massaging his spent but very much erect meat. "Very nice indeed."
Deshawn got to his knees behind her, both hands coming around her chest to lock onto her boobs. He placed his chin on her shoulder, saying, "Some cock, ain't it?"
"Awesome," was all Karen could say.
They were both staring at Trevor's glistening dick, his manhood apparently impressive to both man and woman. "Now I ain't so big, but I been told I'm real tasty. And I sure would like what you just gave Trev. How 'bout it? Wanna suck my cock?"
Deshawn got to his feet and moved around in front of her. He was right. He wasn't as big as Trevor, but few men were. His cock matched his body-tall and skinny.
Karen stared at his dick, his foreskin pulled back to reveal a pink knob atop a chocolate stick. His balls hung low in a very smooth sac dotted with tiny black patches of hair. They seemed to tremble as he awaited her decision.
"What the hell! Why not," she said, thinking that sucking his cock would be relatively easy compared to the challenge of Trevor's massive meat.
CHAPTER TEN
"Come on, baby, let's move to the bed," Deshawn said, throwing himself into the center of the mattress, his stiff cock flopping in his crotch.
Karen got into bed next to him.
"Get on your back so I can fuck your face," he ordered, suddenly very talkative.
Karen rolled onto her back and waited for Deshawn to climb on top of her. He sat on her stomach and reached out to run his hands over her firm breasts. His twisted his fingers against her nipples until she could feel stinging sensations clawing through her tits.
"Man, I love your titties," he exclaimed. "Maybe I should let my dick fuck your tits. Nahhh."
He released his fingers, slid his skinny ass up higher on her chest, and grabbed his cock, angling it down toward her face. Karen's mouth opened to receive his erection. He placed his slender knob upon her tongue, his tapering fingers pressing his shaft. Her lips closed around his fully exposed knob, and he assertively shoved his stick into her mouth.
His cock felt tiny compared to the massive member that had so recently claimed her throat. She wouldn't have any problem sucking him down, even if he planted every inch inside her mouth. Trevor's girth had prepared her for a dick of any size.
Trevor watched as Deshawn began to pump his hips. His hands played with his meat, but only to keep his hard-on alive. With a pussy so available it would be pointless to jerk off.
Deshawn rammed his fiery cock deeply inside Karen's willing mouth. He pumped with everything he had, like he hadn't gotten a blow job in several years. He drove his needy tool between her grasping lips, each thrust into her mouth propelling him closer to a dazzling climax.
"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed. "Baby, you're gettin' me close to shootin'! "
Karen raised her hands to his pounding hips and forced his cock out of her mouth. "Then slow down!" she said, panting, trying to catch her breath from all his rapid thrusting. "This isn't a race. We got time. Let me make love to your cock. Let me suck it nice and slow and make your climax worth it."
"Okay, okay," Deshawn said, excitement still evident in his voice. "I'll try."
He pressed his hands against the bed to raise his ass and drive his erection straight into Karen's open throat. But that must have felt pretty good, because he quickly returned to his former flying pace.
His swift, diving dick hurtled through her open mouth and into her throat. His knob popped rapidly in and out of her tunnel, and it was obvious that he was soon on the verge of orgasm, his efforts to slow feeble at best.
His balls bounced madly against her chin, and Deshawn could feel the accelerating itch in his nuts as he kept ramming his steely rod into the deepest crevices of her mouth. He was thrilled that she could swallow his lengthy stick, her nose pressing into his abdomen, her lips closed around his straw-like base each time he buried his cum-filling rod.
Even though Karen could hardly breathe around his rapid pace, there was something wonderful, something erotic and delightful about the way Deshawn was dominating her face. He wielded his dick expertly, sinking it deeply into her tight sleeve of a throat.
She reached around to grab his ass, his narrow mounds as hard as rocks. Her fingers remained on the surface of his tensed muscles and her slight pressure made sure every bit of his throbbing erection reached fully inside her.
"Ohhh, God," Deshawn cried out ecstatically. "I'm ready to cum!"
As his ramrodding cock continued to plunge into her mouth, his arms began to tremble. Then his entire body began to quiver around his thrusting cock. Gone was any attempt to slow his climax.
Karen felt quaking tremors race along his shaft as his cock glided smoothly between her clasping lips. His knob, slick and slippery, prepared her throat for his impending release.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" he yelled.
His body twisted from side to side to knock his cock between her cheeks, then he locked himself in position. His cockhead sat at the entrance to her throat as hot cum sprayed out of his fiery dick like a torrential downpour. Great volumes of sizzling semen spurted down her throat in a blaze of glorious release.
His head angled back, his mouth opened in a deep groan as Karen swallowed his thick load, not one bit of it landing in her mouth. He held himself still, only his dick moving as he blasted within her gripping throat.
When the last of his drops jumped from the end of his excited prick, he yanked his cock away from her lips. She didn't even get one taste of his milky cream. And his pace had been so consistently furious that she had hardly tasted his meat at all. While he had claimed his cock was tasty, she couldn't prove it one way or the other.
Deshawn sat back on her tits, his hands playing with his balls. At some point during her blow job, Trevor had gotten on the bed. She couldn't see him, could only feel his strong hands rubbing along the insides of her thighs. Then they were gone.
"Move aside, De," Trevor said as his hands appeared on the skinny man's hips. Deshawn was unceremoniously raised off her chest and dumped on the bed.
Trevor raised up on his knees, his hard, throbbing cock ready to plow into any available hole. His fingers slid up and down as he worked them solidly along his length.
"Think you're ready for this?" he asked, waving his rigid erection. He rocked it from side to side as if it were a weapon instead of an instrument of pleasure.
Karen wasn't actually sure she was ready for such a monster cock driving into her pussy, but she said she was, her legs spread wide to open her cunt, her hands playing with the damp hairs covering her snatch. She was eager for the opportunity to know his dick even more intimately than she had before.
Trevor laid himself down on top of her, his body completely covering hers. She felt the weight of his mass as he slipped both hands under her butt. His fingers sunk into the soft tissues of her ass cheeks and excitement filled her entire body with his cock pressed to her cunt.
His fingers slid around her ass and along her butt's deep crevice. After a few tender squeezes, he raised his hips and let his hands glide along the insides of her thighs. His hands moved slowly, gently, tickling up to her box. Karen's cunt tingled from his teasing touch.
"I want you," Trevor whispered, his hands accelerating her lust. "I want you in every way possible. I want your ass; I want your tits; I want your mouth again; I want your pussy. My cock has to know you from head to foot."
"Whatever you want, baby," Karen sighed. "Whatever you want."
Trevor moved back down between her legs, slipped his hands beneath her thighs, and raised her crotch from the bed. He pushed her knees close to her chest to elevate her cunt, his eyes staring at the excited pussy and asshole awaiting his affection.
Trevor licked his lips before moving his sturdy tongue toward her anxious body. He began at her asshole, his wet tongue gliding over her circular opening. His hands pressed firmly against her thighs as his mouth slid over the smooth contours of her butt.
He kissed and licked her ass cheeks, then brought his hands onto her globes. His fingers rested near her anal ring, then tugged on her buns to force her hole to open. His tongue dove into her rectum.
Karen heaved a loud, deep sigh as he entered her body. She loved the quick, sharp thrusts of his tongue. He probed her ass, pushing deep inside, wiggling around to make her pussy pant for action.
The faster he buried his tongue in her hot ass, the more excited he became. His cock bobbed in his crotch, his knob greasy with seeping lubrication. His balls itched and pulled up into his crotch, her ass a turn-on, but only the beginning of what he felt would be an outstanding evening of sexual pleasure.
His tongue curled and darted within her ass, thrusting back and forth, rocking from side to side, lustily investigating every crevice of her moist interior. When he finally withdrew his tongue from her blazing butthole, he sent one finger into her dark, receptive passage. He forced his finger beyond her gripping sphincter and slowly worked her tight anal canal.
Once inside, he circled and twirled to stimulate the soft tissues of her hugging rectum. His finger felt warm and wet as he twisted it around. Then he began to stroke her stretching hole just like he had his giant dick plugging her butt. Karen sighed and rocked her hips in rhythm to his thrusting finger.
His probes into her gripping hole told him that fucking her ass with his big dick would be a pleasure unparalleled. Strong, tight and squeezing, her circular ring of muscle would place extreme pressure around his ample girth. His cock throbbed and his balls warned him that they were ready to send thick drops of hot cum into his dick.
His finger slipped in and out of her slick channel just a couple of more times before he popped it out of her clamping asshole.
He lowered her legs around his beefy body. "Turn over, Miss Karen. Get up on your hands and knees," he quietly instructed.
Trevor reached down and stroked his hard, thick cock as he watched her get into position. Deshawn knelt next to them on the bed, his hand active on his skinny dick, his eyes capturing every detail of the unfolding action.
As soon as Karen's ass presented itself to Trevor's pounding rod, his hands returned to her globes. He dug his fingers into her soft flesh and emphatically squeezed her mounds. Then he eased the pressure to massage her butt in gentle circles.
His hands slid down the backs of her thighs, his body inching closer to her butt. His fingers raked up and down the smooth surface of her inner thighs, her body tensing as his hands glided up to her crotch. His fingers barely grazed her raging cooze as he moved them up to open her ass crack.
"Go slow," Karen had to say. She was apprehensive. His cock was so big and her ass was so tight.
Trevor put his cockhead to her hole and gently pushed against her puckered sphincter. His knob slipped inside her ass, her hole expanding, her butt held stationary to receive his massive length. He slowly fed his dick to her upraised ass, both of them sighing, both of them relishing the pleasure of penetration.
Trevor stopped before completely embedding his prick. He could feel her rectum stretch around his bloated cock and decided to work her ass a while to loosen her muscles for full acceptance. He pulled back, and with brisk, sturdy strokes, he determinedly pumped his staunch stick into her butt. The faster he ramrodded his powerful pole, the deeper he sank inside her butt, reaching for the innermost depths of her searing rectum.
"What a tight ass!" Trevor exclaimed, his hips driving his fat stem into her bottom. "Wiggle your butt, baby. Wiggle your butt over my dick. Take it all. Please, Miss Karen. Take it all!"
It was the most he had said since getting naked, and Karen tried to please him. She rocked her hips and concentrated on loosening her muscles, trying to release the last of the tension in her grossly expanded hole.
Trevor increased the speed of his plunging prick. The faster his throbbing cock slammed into her ass, the tighter his Fingers squeezed into the fleshy mounds of her bouncing bottom. He pulled hard to stretch her anus, to open her hole even wider for his charging rod. He was almost there, his balls swinging closer to her cunt on each lusty thrust up her narrow tunnel.
Then he suddenly brought his hands up to her tits. His body folded over hers as his hands cupped her swaying mounds. His fingers played with her spongy breasts while his excited erection drove steadily into her gripping ass. His knees inched further forward, and his flopping nuts finally made contact with her cunt.
Karen gasped and panted as the entire length of his massive dick worked its way into her body. He had pushed fully into her rectum, his long, ebony dagger penetrating deeply into her ass.
Excited beyond measure, Trevor still found the reserve to slowly inch his stiff prick up and down her squeezing track. He felt resistance from her tensed muscles, so kept his pace smooth and steady. He slid his cock through her gripping sphincter until he felt her butt relax around his deeply buried cock.
He raised off her back and returned his hands to her buns. He gently spanked one cheek and then the other, love taps to give her more to think about than the gargantuan size of his thrusting dick. The faster his open hands connected with her butt, the harder he slammed his rod into her rectum. He ground his thick shaft inside her tunnel and slightly increased the pressure of his whacking palms.
He spanked her reddened rear and quickened the pace of his plunging prick. He jammed his cock into her ass all the way to its broad base before pulling back on his hips to rush inside again. His wide shaft felt her hole stretch around it, and her sphincter squeezed tightly down the full length of his ramming dick.
Karen worked her hips against him, helping him bury every inch of his monster cock. She bucked and rocked and fucked him back, her ass accepting his giant tool like this was an everyday occurrence. She could feel his cockhead deep inside her body, and an orgasm was on the rise.
With Karen cooperating so nicely, Trevor drove his prick as fast as he could, his thick, hot cock ramming madly into her body. He stopped slapping her ass and gripped her hips to pump her butt over his racing rod.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" he moaned. "I'm almost there. I'm ready to blast, Miss Karen."
Karen didn't have time to react or respond before she felt the first searing shot of his thick load driving up her rectum. His exploding cock jerked and wiggled as he reached his climax, his dick barely stroking through her clenching ring as his milky cream rapidly filled her tunnel.
Blazing heat claimed her backside as his prick released a nearly continuous stream of cum into her ass. Her hips stopped pumping, and Karen savored the joy of fiery jizz bombarding the soft tissues of her hugging channel. Tiny fires raged in her ass.
Trevor's large frame quivered around his erupting cock, his load burning its way through his itching shaft. He wanted to savagely fuck her ass, but the power of his climax dominated his will. He could hardly move at all, the intensity of his spewing spunk ecstasy enough for several men. He panted around his dynamic release and didn't try for anything more.
With the final explosion up her hugging butt, a heavily gasping Trevor slowly withdrew his pulsing prick from her tight and gripping asshole. He tenderly patted her rosy cheeks as if to say thank you, and his strong hands guided her onto her back.
Kneeling between her parted legs, he asked, "Is your pussy as tight as your ass?"
"Now, you'll just have to find that out for yourself, won't you?" Karen gazed at his still firm erection and wondered if he was capable of a third orgasm in such quick succession. She desperately wanted his cock in her cunt and hoped he was up to the challenge.
"Hey, man. If you ain't gonna find out, I sure would like to get me some of that vanilla love," Deshawn said, his dick hard within his squeezing fist. He slowly worked his foreskin over his shiny knob, his eyes bedazzled by her waiting cunt.
"After me," Trevor said, his hand wrapping around his hard-on as if to test its strength. "That's a privilege of being the boss. Me first; then you."
"Can we wait just a second though?" Karen asked, her ass sore and throbbing from its recent pounding. "My butt's hurting, and I don't want anything to get in the way of fully enjoying your cock."
"Okay, Miss Karen," Trevor said, moving to lie down beside her.
Deshawn stretched out on her other side, and both men laid their hands on her body. Their fingers glided over her smooth, white skin to keep her aroused. They obviously didn't need any help in that department, their firm erections rubbing against her legs.
Karen loved the attention and her ass quickly calmed. But other fires were kindled by their stroking hands. The longer they massaged her body, the greater the yearning in her cunt. Even though they didn't play with her pussy, her crotch was the source of her mounting desire.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Karen could no longer stand the arousal created in her body by Trevor's and Deshawn's lovingly massaging hands, she turned to Trevor and said, "I can't wait any longer. I'm ready for you."
Deshawn moved aside, and Trevor laid his massive body down on top of her. His erect cock rested in her crotch, but she knew it wouldn't rest for long, his hips already circling to wedge his girth within her slit.
She spread her legs as wide as she could, her pussy swelling with the size of meat being stuffed into her pocket. His shaft pushed into her valley, his balls reaching down to the bed, his baseball-sized cockhead reaching up to her navel. He held his torso above her chest and stared down into her somewhat worried eyes.
"Don't be afraid," he said calmly. "I'm big, but I'll go slow until you get used to me. And if you can't take it all, I'll stop."
His hips inched lower on her body, his shaft raising away from her cunt as his huge knob moved in between the soft lips of her gash. She felt his slippery cockhead glide past her clit and press against her anxious hole.
He pushed forward, allowing his cock to work its way into her wanting mound. Karen rocked her hips to help guide him in as he steadily inched deeper into her stretching snatch. And that got easier once his bulbous knob slipped through her entrance.
With his long dick only partially embedded in her pussy, he whipped his hips from side to side to expand her gripping hole and stab more of his hard-on into her twat. The more rapidly he pumped and pushed, the less of his length that could be seen in the gap between their crotches.
As he struggled to get all of his mammoth member buried in her body, Trevor's balls began to build his third climax. He could already feel the titillating sensations of orgasm in his steaming nuts and his base wasn't even close to kissing the delicate petals of her pussy.
He sensed that her cunt was quite a bit more elastic than she thought, his thickness easily widening her hole, his dick sinking in steadily. There was a smile on her face and no resistance from the muscles in her crotch. He decided she was ready to receive the entirety of his erection.
His solid, ebony pole charged into her cunt with a mighty thrust from his hips. His dick rammed up her cooze until he completely closed the opening between their bodies. He held himself still, his rigid rod totally engulfed by her moist and hugging interior. He loved the feel of warm flesh wrapped around his hot cock and savored the moment.
Karen laid very still, her pussy stuffed with the biggest piece of meat ever to climb between her legs. Her cunt throbbed around his hard shaft, the walls of her snatch clinging tightly to his pulsing girth. "Amazed" was hardly the word for the ease at which he had penetrated her crotch.
Trevor pulled his dick back to her pussy entrance, then slowly reentered her depths. He gradually built up speed, and the fuck of her life was on. And the faster his hips pumped his giant stick into her pussy, the louder Karen moaned. Her arms and legs wrapped around his beefy body and held on as his hips ramrodded his dick straight into her liquid center.
Karen couldn't believe the wild sensations dancing over her flesh as Trevor's monster dong stretched her pussy more than she ever thought possible. Her body willingly accepted every firm inch of his gargantuan pole, and her cunt blazed with lust. Her mind swam in the ecstasy of his plunging prick, her nerve endings on fire. The amount of stimulation swirling in her crotch was awesomely arousing. An orgasm was nearly instantly awakened.
Trevor's hips raised his ass high into the air, getting his cockhead back to her grasping circle was a very long haul. Perspiration dotted his forehead after only a few devastating strokes into her cunt, and he began to pant.
Karen didn't try to fuck him back, not yet, her body still stunned by the amount of cock being thrown at her pussy. His stiff length charged in and out of her depths, rapidly, smoothly, her cunt's wet walls slipping along his girth, her flesh expanding and contracting as he lustily fucked her constantly reshaping cooze.
For a man his size, Trevor was remarkably agile. His hips pumped with style and grace. His cock slid back to her gripping entrance and threatened to pull out, but never did. His belly rubbed against hers, but he never brought his full weight down upon her. And he maneuvered his dick within her snatch with the beauty of a ballet dancer. His fuck was powerful yet artistic.
Trevor pumped into her cunt with elegant speed, not too fast, not too slow, and Karen loved his rocking rhythm. Her climax built steadily around his delicious drives, and she was delirious with ecstasy. Her head rolled on the pillow as her pleasure intensified, his huge cock sending thrills throughout her body.
Her feet bounced on his bobbing butt, and her hands raced along his sweaty back as he worked them both into a frenzy of desire. Karen adored his cock and what it was doing to her pussy. Size had never been important to her before, but there was a lot to be said for a big dick. His giant pole did things to her body that no other prick had ever done.
His long stick reached deeply into her interior, stretching her cunt, forcing her pussy to tightly wrap around his hard and pulsing girth. Wherever her G spot was, he surely was touching it, along with every other erogenous zone in that part of her body. The amount of electrified thrills racing away from his pumping piston sent her into blissful joy.
Trevor suddenly altered his speed, his body slowing to barely stroke his cock within her hugging cunt. He worked only a small portion of his length through her clasping circle, his cockhead remaining deeply inside her.
His body began to tremble, his balls packed tightly in his crotch, his arms lifting his chest higher above her. He changed the angle of his hips to plant his dick fully in her twat, his thick base expanding her hole to the limit. He stopped.
His eyes closed, and his head tilted his face toward the ceiling. "Ohhhh," he sighed. "I'm gonna cum, Miss Karen. I can't hold back."
And he didn't. His stiff prick shot a third heavy load of cream into her pussy. Great blasts of jizz sprayed out of his mammoth member and into her cunt. He groaned around his spewing spunk, his cock moving slightly to further stimulate his buried head.
Karen could feel each impact of his firing load. His hot cream bombarded her tender flesh, and the heat of his eruption surprised her. She was also surprised by the length of his climax since it was his third, cum leaping from his dick in a steady stream that lasted longer than some guys when they're shooting their first.
When his dick finally quit spitting, Karen feared his cock would leave her without invoking her orgasm. But Trevor was more of a gentleman than that, his prick gently rocking within her cunt as he waited for her to explode.
Karen was so close to spilling her honey that she knew it wouldn't take much more motion from his marvelously stimulating dick to get her off. He slowly stroked his thickness within her twat, and she pumped her hips over his gracefully gliding rod.
Within seconds she could feel her climax on the brink of eruption. Her liquid center was on fire, and she could barely tolerate the sensitivity in her snatch. Her body tingled from head to foot at the moment before release, her muscles tensing and trembling, her ass sinking into the bed and lying motionless.
But her cunt was more than active. Her pussy quaked around his planted prick, the walls of her cooze jiggling and gyrating, the muscles of her crotch tensing and relaxing in anticipation of a dynamic release.
Then her climax exploded. The force behind her orgasm was a surprise even to her. Hot honey flew out of her depths with such power that she screamed in blissful agony. Her body sent a torrent of fiery fluids into her cave, her sweet nectars showering over the cockhead filling her cunt.
Trevor reacted to the stupendous power of her climax by jerking his dickhead back to her clamping entrance. Her scorching liquids attacked his knob, pricking the head like tiny needles. The sensitivity clawing at his cock was nearly more than he could bear, his body shaking around her devastating discharge.
The raging climax thrilled Karen like never before. Their combined cream sat trapped inside her snatch, his knob preventing even one drop from escaping her hole. And that intensified her pleasure, driving her body wild with new sensations, driving her mind to the limits of bliss.
When Trevor finally removed his dick from her pussy, Karen felt the same soreness in her snatch that she had felt in her ass. It hurt, but it hurt good.
He moved onto the bed beside her, and Karen saw Deshawn lustily staring at her chest. His dick was still hard, and she just knew he was going to want to fuck her. She hoped not, her body was savoring the ecstasy of Trevor's huge dong and she wanted to be left with the memory of his fuck the most vivid in her mind.
"I gotta do it," Deshawn said, raising up to his knees. "I gotta fuck those tits, baby. I gotta drive my dick between those pretty boobs."
Karen felt relieved. If he wanted to fuck between her breasts, she wouldn't object, even though she was tired from Trevor's wonderful pounding.
"Well, come on then," Karen said, spreading her arms across the bed to make her chest fully available.
Trevor got off the bed and left the room, his naked ass flowing atop his strong legs. Karen watched his retreating butt, his ebony mounds getting her hot all over again. Then she felt the weight of Deshawn's globes as he placed them just below her tits.
He grabbed his erection and pushed it into her cleavage. Karen brought her hands to the sides of her breasts and wrapped her tits around his erection, completely removing his shaft from sight. Only his knob remained visible as it poked out from the top of her fleshy melons.
Deshawn leaned forward, braced his arms on the bed, and began to thrust his cock between her tits, her breasts hugging his dick like a giant pussy. But once his cockhead pulled back into her molded mounds, he couldn't seem to pop it back out again. And he wanted that rubbing action to inspire his climax.
He let his knees slide back along her hips. His arms tensed as they were forced to carry most of his weight. But his angled body did nothing to improve the length of his strokes. In fact, his new position only made it worse. His cock remained too far back to expose his head above her billowing breasts.
Karen released her tits and sent her hands down to pull his knees back up next to her chest. Then she pushed his legs out to the side. His ass lowered and planted his dick more deeply into her cleavage. Her hands returned to squeeze her mounds around his shaft. Deshawn slowly pumped his hips and found the length of his thrusts greatly increased.
"Is that better?" Karen asked.
"Yeah, baby. That's terrific!"
Deshawn hadn't fucked very many tits, and found the experience vastly different from fucking a pussy. Her breasts seemed softer and there was a greater amount of flesh wrapped around his rod.
The stimulation of his cockhead escaping the confines of her breasts shot shivers through his shaft and into his nuts. His balls rolled back and forth beneath the bottoms of her tits, her erect nipples delightfully tickling his abdomen. He sidled up just a little higher to let more of his turgid length reach up her chest. He exposed more and more of his knob on each upward jab.
Karen raised her head and opened her mouth. His cock wasn't yet close enough to suck, but she made her lips available if that was what he wanted. And apparently he did. He forced his skinny dick to reach up to her mouth, his balls smashed against her tits.
He shoved his prick into her face and was overjoyed when his knob slipped into her mouth. He was fucking and being sucked at the same time, his cockhead popping between her grasping lips. The combination was truly thrilling, and he slid his ass up as far as he could to feed her as much of his slender rod as possible.
He kept his pace slow and easy to capture every wonderful sensation on his thrusting cock. His blazing shaft throbbed madly as he drove forward to bury his knob in her sumptuous mouth, to bang the end of his dick against her tongue. He extracted his boner with reluctance, but he also desired the tingling feel of his wet head slipping between her clamping breasts.
His shoulders shook each time he shot his cock into her mouth, and the double pleasure made him fuck her chest faster than he had intended. His pace quickened, lust guiding his hips, his climax rising within him. The bottoms of his balls were pressed firmly against her ribs, a situation needing to be changed. He raised up slightly to return mobility to his aching nuts.
With his ass raised, his balls had room to maneuver, but he had to increase the speed of his attack to achieve the same heavenly sensations on his pulsing prick. As soon as he changed position, cum raced into his shaft.
His mounting orgasm tried to force him to dip his dick fully into her mouth, to let the entirety of his cock know the stimulating sensations of her tongue, her lips and her throat. But he resisted temptation. He wanted to glide his prick between her tits as much as he wanted to glide it through her circled lips. And with his balls freed, his churning spunk made a steady climb up his burning, itching rod to satisfy all his desires.
Karen released one tit, grabbed his wrist, and brought his hand in to replace hers. She did the same on the other side, and Deshawn was forced to sit back down on her chest. He straightened his back to keep from falling over, wondering what she meant to do.
Both of her hands attached themselves to his legs, his muscles tight and near to trembling from the power of his exertion. She rubbed up and down their clenching firmness, then sent her fingers down to massage the insides of his thighs. He thought he'd instantly explode, his muscles tensing beneath her touch.
His pumping rod quaked with vibrating tremors. His ass brushed across her smooth skin as he repeatedly shot his cock between her breasts, his hands pushing her mounds around his ramrodding prick. His strokes had been shortened and he could no longer fuck her mouth, the swollen shaft of his thrusting dick never leaving the suppleness of her tits. But he didn't need her mouth. His climax was swiftly preparing for release.
Her fingers dug into his thighs, inches away from his groin, and pleasure swept through his humping body. The agitation in his stimulated flesh was overwhelming, his nerves raw and jangling, his hands rubbing her boobs along his sliding shaft.
"Ohhhhh, baby! Man, what you're doin' to my dick! Play with my balls, sweet thing. Play with my balls and make me cum!"
Karen sent her fingers further into his crotch, her hands barely brushing against his slightly rocking sac. His balls really had no room to move, his nuts held captive for her playful fingers. She slowly slid over the hard surface of his hot rocks and felt his hips wobble as she teased his testicles. The longer she toyed with his oval spheres, the tighter he squeezed her tits around his stroking length, and the closer he came to climax.
His head bobbed as he tried to fuck her tits faster and faster. He had never experienced such a resistant orgasm. Cum seemed to beat against his charging cockhead, but didn't want to blast out of his racing dick. He was on the brink of eruption, and had been for a while, his load blocked by some mysterious force.
His body strained to release his load, his thrusts short and frantic. Her tits and her active fingers had brought him right where he wanted to be, yet his body kept his cream locked inside his prick.
He squeezed his eyelids tightly together, his face twisted as if in agony. He pumped with every ounce of energy he had, desperately seeking a relieving explosion.
Karen pulled her hands out of his crotch and sent them around to his ass. His skinny buns were as hard as rocks as he sent his dick flying between her breasts. She clawed her way between his rigid mounds, his valley narrow and dripping wet. Deshawn leaned forward as much as he could to open his crack to her searching fingers.
She slid her hands down his widened crevice, one hand stopping to circle his asshole while the other continued its journey. Her fingers grazed the backs of his balls and she dug around until she had both of his nuts within her grasp. She pulled his nuts back toward his ass, and Deshawn cried out in what she hoped was ecstasy.
His stretched scrotum heightened the already excruciating ecstasy exploding in his fevered groin. His strokes shortened even more so he wouldn't tug on his aching balls, the feeling in his nuts just right. He panted and gasped for air.
Then his throat locked around a long and extended cry. He screamed without forming words, yelled as loud as he could in a vain attempt to release some of the pressure building up inside his body.
"Holy fuck!" he finally managed to say. "I'm gonna die! Jesus, I'm gonna die if I don't cum soon!"
Deshawn was close to tears from the intensity of the pleasure rampaging through every pore of his flesh. He lapsed into deep, heavy moans, his balls on fire, his dick raging between her tits, his asshole twitching beneath her rubbing fingers, his entire body wracked by frenzied stimulation.
On the brink of madness, Deshawn exuberantly detonated his reluctant load when Karen released his balls. His entire body exploded around his climax, and he screamed again.
"What's all the-" Trevor cut himself short as he saw Deshawn reach his orgasm.
Cum blasted into Karen's face, his knob at the crest of her molded breasts. She opened her mouth to capture his spraying discharge and, this time, got a taste of his erupting spunk.
His cock burned with the intensity of his firing, his balls aching beneath the powerful force of his explosion. His hips jerked with each blast, adding power to his hurtling jizz. His scream turned to breathy grunts, one coming with each thrust of his hips. Every gob of cum that escaped his dick sent hot licks of fire through his crotch. He couldn't count the number of times he sent his creamy spunk flying into her mouth.
Karen played his jizz over her tongue and lips before swallowing his load. It was, in fact, as tasty as he had claimed. His warm cum slid down her throat, but much of it had landed on her cheeks.
When the last of his thick whiteness had been expeled, his body froze. The trembling in his legs stopped and his cock pulsed between her pressing breasts. The inside of his dick blazed fiercely, even the ecstasy of release refusing to put out the flames in his prick. He couldn't move or think, could only enjoy the devastating bliss of ejaculation.
Karen reached up and unlocked his hands to free her tits. Her breasts throbbed from the pressure of his fingers, and she needed to return them to a more natural shape. And since he didn't seem ready to get off her chest, she pushed him onto the bed. He fell onto his back, his chest heaving, his cock rolling in his crotch.
"Here," Trevor said, handing her the hand towel he was holding. "You have cum on your face."
Karen took the towel and wiped her cheeks, her eyes locked on the huge sausage hanging limply between his thighs. She was exhausted, yet wanted to take his sexy dick in her hand and work it all over again.
T believe that concludes our interview, Miss Karen," Trevor said, making a move to retrieve his clothes.
Karen sat on the edge of the bed, searching the room for the various pieces of clothing she had earlier discarded. Deshawn moaned on the bed behind her, unmoving, his dick dead in his groin.
She began to reassemble her outfit.
"I want to thank you for coming by," Trevor said, his tone rather business-like considering what the three of them had just experienced. "Do I call you or Carl when we reach our decision?"
"Carl. He handles all that," she said, wondering how many other women had been "interviewed" this way.
She quickly dressed, suddenly wanting to get away from them. While she adored Trevor's body, especially his humongous cock, his manner was a little unsettling. She didn't expect him to profess undying love, but he didn't have to come off so cold either. She didn't comment on his attitude, choosing not to jeopardize her chances at getting the contract.
Trevor saw her to the door as soon as she was dressed. She felt like a slut as she headed home, but the pleasure of Trevor's cock diminished those feelings, the time spent with his awesome dick a time to be treasured.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Several days passed by with no word from either Harvey or Kevin. Karen began to think that the call would never come, that she had fucked and sucked all those men for nothing. Well, for nothing more than the sheer pleasure of it all.
Her emotions were a mess. Sometimes angry, sometimes depressed, always worried. And she was making Carl's life a living hell with her frequent mood swings and her constant doubt.
When Carl came home from the office one day, after more than a week of her erratic behavior, he found her still in bed. He had enough.
"All right, Karen," he yelled. "No more! Stop acting like a spoiled brat and get the fuck out of that bed!"
"Oh, fuck off," she snapped, rolling onto her side so she wouldn't have to face him.
"No, you fuck off! I'm not putting up with any more of your shit!" He stood sternly next to the bed, staring down at her. "This is childish, and I'm not taking any more of it!"
Karen rolled onto her back. "Don't yell at me," she pouted, sounding close to tears. "My career just died, and you don't care."
"Bull shit! Don't make me force you out of that bed."
"Don't threaten me," she whined. "You're all talk and no action."
Carl swooped down on the bed, grabbed her by the shoulders and had her sitting up before she could react. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, sitting, placing her naked body over his parted legs. She was so surprised by his swift move that she didn't have a chance to resist, her bare ass parked in his lap. Her mouth opened to voice her surprise, but she was silenced by a sudden slap on her tender butt.
Carl's open hand connected with her ass and a sharp sting raced through her globes. She yelped at the sudden impact and tried to slide off his legs. His arm curled around her waist to hold her securely on his lap as he again smacked her bottom. And again. And again.
Fire erupted in her buns as his hand continued to come down hard on her delicate cheeks. A good part of that heat came from her unexpected desires. She needed a good spanking to snap her back to reality, and he was more than willing to oblige.
Her butt steadily reddened beneath his smacking hand, his arm raising and lowering to dole out her punishment. He tried not to hit her buns too hard, not wanting to hurt her.
Karen writhed beneath his spanking, her butt blazing, his hard whacks jarring her pussy and rocking her tits. Fire spread into her crotch, and her ass began to ache.
"Stop it!" she yelled, her hips thrashing. "I'll be good," she promised.
Carl relished the heat rising from her ass and the sight of her glowing buns. He gradually slowed his swinging arm and lessened the power behind his slaps. She had gotten his message, but the strong, sexual arousal of his spanking kept his hand smacking a little while longer.
When he stopped, both hands came to her burning butt. He slowly circled around her mounds, amazed by the blistering heat rising up from her buns. He gently massaged her ass before lifting her onto the bed.
He stood up and started to undress. "Stop pouting. I didn't hurt you."
"I'm shocked!" Karen snapped, her cunt as hot as her butt. "I can't believe you did that!"
"Well, I did. And I'm not finished. Get on your stomach," he ordered, removing his pants and his underwear in one move.
"No way, buster! You're not fucking my ass!"
"Didn't say I was going to," he said, climbing on the bed, placing his hand on her hip and rolling her over. "You promised to be good, so trust me. The punishment's over."
Karen's hands flattened on the pillow as she nestled into the bed. She spread her legs even though she was concerned he still might try to climb up her fiery ass. But he sat on her butt instead, his fingers massaging her shoulders. His hands worked down her back until they met at her waist.
"Relax, honey. I promise I won't drive my dick up your butt."
Carl sounded a good deal calmer as his balls slid down her crack, his soft cock trailing along her valley. She slowly rocked her hips as a sign of trust and felt his warm equipment fall between her legs. His chest pressed against her back, his body covering hers like a comfortable blanket. His lips nibbled on her neck and up to her ear lobe. Karen appreciated his gentleness after the spanking.
His hands kneaded the hot mounds of her ass before parting her reddened cheeks. His knees pushed against hers to spread her legs wider. As his fingers toyed with her asshole, she felt his dick stiffen, his cockhead bumping into her slit. She tried to loosen her butthole for him, but a little doubt lingered in her mind.
One finger worked the eye of her anus, rolling over the tightened circle of muscle. He kissed his way down her back, over her ass and into her heated crevice. He dabbed moisture into her hole with his loving tongue, and her apprehension grew.
Both hands tugged on her cheeks, his fingers holding her open for his mouth. He chewed and sucked on her flaming flesh, his tongue lubricating her asshole with sweeping tenderness. But no amount of tenderness was going to get his rigid dick inside her rectum.
His tongue felt soothingly cool on her hot entrance, and she worked her hips around his probing licks. He was turning her on, and she allowed his mouth the liberty of doing as it pleased.
His lips ran down her crack to the beginning of her hairy gash. She raised her butt to make room for his face as longing grew in her cunt. His tongue made a couple of swipes at her slit, then was gone. And his hands left her ass.
Karen craned her neck to see what was happening. Carl sat between her outstretched legs, playing with his cock, pumping and stroking his dick into towering firmness. Both hands massaged his growing length until tiny beads of liquid began to ooze out of his pisshole. She lowered her face back to the pillow, waiting patiently for his cock to reach full erection.
Very shortly, his hands pushed on her thighs to widen the gap of her crack. Still not convinced that he wouldn't try to ram her ass, she raised her butt higher into the air to put her pussy at a better angle to be fucked. She had to bring her knees closer in to achieve proper elevation, but arching her back pushed her cunt closer to his cock.
His expert hand slipped onto her mound, one finger gliding along her gash until he reached the entrance to her tingling cooze. She craved his cock and slowly rocked her hips to encourage him.
His fingers parted her pussy, and she could tell he had raised up on his knees. She pushed the top of her head into the pillow so she could watch his sturdy prick approach her sweet and excited snatch. One hand wrapped around his swollen shaft to guide his cockhead into her cunt. His balls wobbled between his thighs as his knob pushed into her bush and between the soft folds of her twat.
Seeing he was going to be true to his word, she returned her face to the pillow. She sighed at the touch of his wet knob against her anxious entrance. A chill raced along her spine, making her body yearn for his cock all the more.
Carl introduced his sleek and slippery helmet to her tight pussy and eased in slowly and gently. The first of his sighs came when his cockhead slipped fully into her cunt, when her opening closed around the groove that began his shaft. His hands massaged her butt around his inriding dick, his actions helping to mold the walls of her pussy around his steadily climbing rod.
Karen held herself still to let him penetrate her pussy at his own pace, even though she wanted him to hurry. Her muscles relaxed to accept his cock, desire keeping her flesh loose for his smooth journey into the dark depths of her twat. His cockhead pushed between her hugging walls, her cunt clasping his length in clinging velvet.
The trip seemed to last forever. Carl inched in, stopped, then fed her a little more of his pulsing prick. Each forward advance sent a thrilling jolt of pleasure through her body.
Once his shaft was completely inside her heated box, she tightened around him, squeezing his rod in a loving embrace. His hips circled his sturdy stake before starting the extraction of his throbbing muscle. He slipped back to her hole and again sat idly in her cunt. With his head divinely captured, he savored the moment before pumping his way to splattering climax.
He stroked in and out of her grasping cunt, a long and loving glide forward and back. He took great care with her tender interior, thrusting firmly enough to stimulate his dick, but not so firmly as to strain the delicate tissues of her sumptuous box.
Karen couldn't believe the gentleness of his fuck. His slow and tender claiming of her snatch did marvelous things to her body. He couldn't call her a brat now, her pussy acting very cooperative.
Carl's speed increased with each stroke until he established a comfortable rhythm, a rapturous rocking rather than a pounding slam of flesh upon flesh. Even with his faster pace, he never reached the furious thrusts of some of his other fucks. It was a nice change, both of them taking their time, both of them getting into the smooth action of a slow build to climax.
His hands worked her hips, pulling her mounds firmly into his hairy crotch, his pubes tickling her bottom. And Carl seemed playful in other ways. He did wonderful things with his dick, altering the length of his strokes, circling and jerking his hips, bouncing up and down and in and out, all to please her. If this was the way he'd always respond after throttling her bottom, she'd have him spank her ass more often!
Her emotions swirled inside her, but not like before. She experienced a sudden surge of consuming love, and her career seemed less important. As she savored the feelings produced by Carl's delightfully altered style, she realized what a bitch she had been. And he had nothing to do with it. She had taken out her frustrations on the man she loved, and it was time to apologize.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled into the pillow.
"For what?" Carl questioned. "Honey, your pussy's doing just fine!"
"No. I'm sorry for being such a bitch."
"Apology accepted. Now pump your hips, and let's get serious about cumming!"
Carl increased his speed yet again, ramming into her cunt, bouncing their bodies together, his balls slapping against her box on each lusty drive. He fucked her with greater vigor, his lunges deep enough to fully bury his girth inside her consuming cunt. And when his hands pushed her ass away from his crotch, his knob slipped almost completely out of her pussy. But he kept just enough of his meat always inside her interior to assure a stab up her tunnel that was right on target.
She set her hips in motion just as requested, grinding her snatch around his plunging prick. Their steady pumping rocked her tits, her stiffened nipples brushing against the sheets. Her entire body felt the pleasures of his tempered thrusts, even his new speed displaying a hint of resistance.
Her pussy wiggled and jiggled, bathing his cock in heated flesh, her walls moist and yielding. While her mind floated in dreamy ecstasy, her crotch bounded back to meet his sumptuous stabs. Since Carl said he wanted to cum, and so did she, she set about to make that happen.
She squeezed her pussy around his hard cock. Her channel collapsed around his fattened girth to provide his dick with an even tighter sleeve. That forced him to claim her cunt with faster strokes, his dick plowing into her depths with greater zeal.
The increased power behind his drives made her snatch tingle with joy, and brought her climax closer to eruption. The fires begun by his spanking burned brighter with his prick thrusting so deliciously into her cooze. Both of their orgasms seemed assured; it was now a question of who would get there first.
Each thrust of his flying dick brought a happy moan out of her open mouth. The new enthusiasm behind his grinding hips told her he was close to cumming. And she did everything she could think of to aid in the draining of his adorable cock.
She kept up the pressure, clamping her cunt down on his lurching shaft, trying to slide his skin along his hard and blood-filled muscle. But the firmness of her grip caused him to lose his rhythm, his speed varying, his dick dipping deeply into her cunt, then hardly at all.
His hips gyrated against her ass, and his pole no longer took a straight and driving course into her twat. His knob banged from side to side, from floor to ceiling, but it was just the change that both of them needed. His entire body got caught up in his desire, and he got wilder and wilder the closer he came to release.
But the change threw Karen off balance. She struggled to hold herself still, to keep her pussy stationary beneath his suddenly rampaging prick. She spread her legs to steady her body, her muscles losing some of their strength. That didn't seem to affect Carl's hurtling prick, his cock frolicking all around her cunt. And it certainly had no adverse affect upon her mounting orgasm, her liquid center continued to swirl marvelously inside her.
His wild maneuvers quickly brought his dick to erupting glory. Cum blasted into her snatch, hot, thick and stimulating. He jerked his hips in short strokes with just enough power to hurl his load deeply into her body. Her pussy rapidly filled with his hot spunk, her cunt occupied by a spewing cock and swirling cum.
But that wasn't all. The heat produced by his spraying cream was just enough to bring her orgasm to the boiling point. Even before his dick stopped spitting, her honey drenched his cock. She panted around her flowing river and could barely move her hips from all the sensations scampering around her crotch.
Long, gliding motions returned to Carl's prick with the final shots of his climax. With his cock drained, his dick continued to plow its way through the thickness of their cream, spreading it over his flesh and hers. He painted her walls with loving strokes, his sturdy cock once again a muscle of soothing passion.
Karen was saddened by the softening of his erection, but not disappointed. He slipped his prick out of her pussy, and her body sank slowly back to the bed. His hands gently massaged her globes, and his lips made contact with her heated skin. He kissed her ass cheeks, then moved up to the small of her back, his fingers in constant motion. He laid down beside her, his breathing regular and contented.
Karen rolled onto her side to face him. She snuggled up next to him and pressed her body to his.
"I have something to tell you," he whispered.
"If you're going to yell at me again, you can just save it," she snapped. Then she realized she was doing it again. "I'm sorry. There I go being a bitch again."
"Well, I think what I have to say will end that. I got a call today."
Karen's eyes widened, and she propped herself up on one elbow. She stared at Carl, hope alive, her expression pleading for him to continue. "From who? Who called?"
"Kevin Reilly. Trevor Church wants you to be the exclusive model for Unibar soap."
Karen squealed and bounced on the bed. "Are you serious? Of course, you're serious. Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"
She suddenly stopped bouncing. "Why didn't you tell me! You bastard! You waited until now?"
"You were hardly in any condition to receive any kind of news when I got home. Besides, you needed to be taught a lesson."
Karen didn't know whether to slap him or kiss him, be angry or elated. It was good news, and no matter how she tried, she just couldn't be angry.
Carl rolled onto his back and opened his arms. "Forgive me?" he asked.
She laid down on top of him and smothered his face in kisses. Her career had been revived, and she was too happy to be even remotely upset. She had finally gotten what she wanted, and her body had been used to guarantee her success.
