Sherry Thorton perused her list of last-minute items prior to attending Feme, Calloway and Wharton's annual cocktail party at the Cotillion. As Vice President of Marketing, Sherry's job depended on its success. The event was for the benefit of their corporate client base who largely subscribed to their legal services (and kept most of their lawyers on handsome retainers). Its presentation was carefully scrutinized, not only by their patrons, but by her superiors as well. The quality of the food, alcohol and entertainment had to be of the highest level. Sherry could ill afford to make a mistake; she valued her position. Besides, she was in line for a promotion to Senior Vice President; the party's triumph was bound to earn her major points and demonstrate, beyond question, her worth to the company.
For the past several weeks, Sherry thought of nothing else. The battery of detail had been challenging, yet not overwhelming. She had driven her secretary, Carla, insane with the depth she desired. They had gone through the seating arrangement for five hundred people nearly seven times to achieve perfection in compatibility; had researched food allergies to the extreme; had ordered complicated floral decorations for each table; had done a thorough study on music to ensure its diversity and acceptance among the masses; and saw that every name brand beverage in demand was obtainable at the bar.
In the end, Sherry attained her goal, but to the exclusion of choosing her own escort. Because of Sherry's staunch aspirations, she had sacrificed a social life. Few people were aware she had stopped dating. The number of hours she worked precluded the survival of a steady relationship. Money and power were Sherry's incentives. She was all business.
Although she occasionally worried she might wait too long to find herself a man, she resigned herself to the consequences assumed. Her sexual needs had gone dormant. At the appropriate juncture when she reached career satisfaction, she planned to revive them.
At thirty-three, Sherry was wildly attractive. An ash-blonde with remarkable blue, eyes and high cheek bones, she was accustomed to generating instant admiration when entering a room. Her slim, graceful figure accentuated the picture. She attempted to wear clothes that won her popularity with management, yet adopted outfits that enhanced her corporate status. Sherry was sensitive to image. She knew her looks could pave the way to job recognition and a better salary. Impressing people by working marathon hours while appearing fresh and alluring was her practice.
The dilemma of locating an escort plagued her. Most of the men in Sherry's circle were not physically appealing. Sherry discriminated-perhaps unjustly, but without hesitation. She was at the stage when the available men tended to be less than desirable. Sherry had no patience for weakness, nor flaw. Many young hot shots of which she was apprised were all too willing to kiss ass; several were incompetent, and quite a few egotistical. Of those that were left, she wanted no part. She couldn't be bothered with spineless idiots or politically driven nerds.
Her inability to select someone frustrated her secretary. Sherry had added that responsibility to Carla's list, much to her chagrin. She couldn't invest the time on herself, and felt that the task should be delegated. As the date grew closer, Sherry put pressure on her to produce a suitable candidate. She insisted that the man be exceptionally handsome, poised and congruous with the image she wished to project. Despite the frequent objections she received from Carla and hints of failure, she pressed her secretary to the bitter end.
The day before the party, Carla presented Sherry with a folder in which there was a typed piece of paper bearing the name of a man, as well as an eight-by-ten photograph from an escort agency. Statistical information, including height, weight, nationality, educational and professional background was recorded.
"Bill Henderson," Sherry read, "of Companions Unlimited. Are they a reputable organization?"
"I was assured of that," spoke Carla. "They came highly recommended by a friend at another firm. I took a shot at giving her a call and received a wonderful endorsement. These men are experienced models who pose for choice magazines. Their rates certainly reflect that."
Sherry examined the file at length. Naturally, the portrait of Bill was done in a flattering light. She might have to take a chance. If he was as good as he looked, her problem was solved. "Very well. Confirm him for me." She waved off her secretary, unable to devote another second to that aspect of the party.
Sherry had more crucial things on her mind.
The doorbell rang during Sherry's mad romp about her apartment the night of the party. She was in a silk slip and had only begun her make-up when interrupted.
Shit! Sherry consulted her watch. Her escort arrived early. Per the arrangements made by Carla, he wasn't due for another fifteen, twenty minutes. She wasn't ready to receive him, but figured since he was hired, her appearance mattered little. After the party was over, she planned on writing him a check and waving him off; by then, she predicted total exhaustion.
Slipping into a robe and knotting the sash, she permitted other minutia to fill her mind. She wanted to arrive at the ballroom early to verify set provisions. Carla had done an excellent job of ringing all vendors at the last minute, but Sherry never left things to fate. Her credibility was at stake; that alone warranted keen attention.
By the time she opened the door, she was ill prepared for the striking figure of her chartered companion. His indisputable virility made her dumbstruck. Six-foot-six, brutally handsome, with dark blond hair, Bill Henderson propelled her into arrhythmia. He exuded a fierce, masculine charm that immediately captivated her. When he extended his enormous hand to shake, Sherry was almost too weak to accept it.
"Miss Thorton, I presume," he mentioned. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Bill Henderson."
"Yes," she stammered like a schoolgirl. "I've been expecting you." Sherry was painfully aware she was not completely attired; in some respects, Bill forwarded the impression that wearing even less was infinitely preferable. "Would you mind waiting while I finish dressing? I have a variety of beverages, if you'd like one."
He addressed her with a smile that brought palpitations. "I'm fine. Please, take your time. I don't mind."
Sherry had isolated her erotic thoughts far too long; switching them to the front burner was a jarring transition. Bill invariably made her feel sexy. She welcomed his appreciative gaze. When leading him to her sofa, an unsettling collection of moisture filtered between her legs. Her pussy relayed its want. Submerged longing leveled itself to her utter amazement. She had ignored the demands of her body so extensively that they cried at that moment for relief.
"I'll be done shortly," she promised. Husky solicitation registered. She hadn't wished for such an arousing tone to emerge, but Bill involuntarily prompted it.
Bill seemed perfectly content to wait as long as required. He lowered his towering frame into one of her antique chairs and scanned the magazines fanned across her table before selecting one. His publication of choice was Newsweek. He appeared to have an appetite for current events and immediately immersed himself in its pages.
Sherry couldn't concentrate on applying her lipstick. The strong beat of her hormones obsessed her. She couldn't shake their disturbance, no matter how hard she tried. That distantly remembered sensation of being opened by a rigid cock slowly illuminated. A tongue on her nipple, slurping it to eager distraction, filtered through the haze-along with the more disruptive vision of it licking her pussy.
This sensual bombardment was not an ordinary occurrence. Sherry had let dust gather over her desires. In the past, she briefly acknowledged an attractive man and returned to the business at hand. There weren't lapses into the carnal domain for extended periods-yet, she couldn't resume dressing without an awareness of her complete arousal.
Concern for the cocktail party had been somewhat displaced. Sherry donned her gown, nevertheless. When putting it on, indentations formed by her nipples. Sherry stared at those rebellious nubs that dared betray her. In answer to their defiance, she picked up her tits and gave them an imperative squeeze. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Shock waves went through her. The very heels of her foundation rocked as she manipulated them. A surging arrogance blossomed through her entire being, leaving her tingling with want. Step by step, she took ownership of that lush, wicked feeling. It was nice to be reminded of her gender in such an exhilarating manner.
The time of her departure grew near. Sherry regained enough presence of mind to gather her wrap and join Bill in her front room. He instantly got to his feet upon her entrance, nodding his approval.
"You look thoroughly ravishing," he took the liberty to say.
Sherry enjoyed his intense gape, then collected her purse. She noticed a marked difference in her carriage when observed by an appealing man. She was deliciously self-conscious and took pride in her femininity-a skill that underwent partial erosion during her professional climb.
Companions Unlimited provided a limousine to whisk them off to the hotel where the cocktail party was given. The gleaming black sedan arrived precisely at the stroke of seven, prior to their stepping foot on the street. The driver materialized from behind the smoked glass windows and assisted them. Sherry had partaken of elaborate transportation services, but upon seeing the driver, she realized the distinction of the escort agency. He resembled a Greek god, from his long, groomed hair to his rugged looks. His black cap and dark sunglasses (which seemed irrelevant in the descending darkness) prevented her from obtaining a sweeping view, but she caught a glimpse of his hands with their branching fingers and gave a shiver. A mental picture of him folding her tits in a bunch, aligning the nipples and sucking them in slow motion caused her temperature to soar.
Hmmm. Sherry wondered what the other men at Companions Unlimited looked like. There was quite a variety from which to choose.
Sherry's concentration reverted to Bill once settled inside. His lengthy thighs stretched before him as he reached for the bottle of champagne cooling in a bucket of ice. Without securing her consent, he poured her a glass. She accepted his offer without comment. Her first sip was punctuated with the snap of bubbles in her mouth. Another bewildering sensation was triggered that led to physical infatuation. She sat in mounting frustration as want built in the pit of her groin.
Bill, fetching himself a glass and pouring a fraction of the amount he served Sherry, did not propose much in terms of discussion. His hot, protracted looks were intermittent throughout their journey. He seemed entertained with her company.
The driver was seen through the partition. Sherry glimpsed his face in the rearview mirror. The slant of his sunglasses seemed to be positioned to keep watch of her.
Sherry decided, at that moment, to relax and savor. The sum of her hard work paid for the surrounding frill. She felt perfectly entitled to splurge on a gorgeous escort (as well as a studly chauffeur). Although expensive, Bill's irrefutable sexiness made the transaction quite affordable. Money had not been an issue-not when introduced to a man who reawakened her lust. After burning the midnight oil many a night, it was a refreshing change to feel a man's craving.
Her exuberance spiked yet further as she took both men into consideration. Either of them would do in pleasuring her.
She fully credited Carla her genius for making such a lavish orchestration possible. She had prevailed upon her poor secretary, and reaped the benefit of her hard work. Sherry made a mental note to reward her handsomely.
In the meantime, she encouraged Bill's frank appraisal as she sipped her champagne and didn't fret over the horniness he inspired. She had the unmistakable feeling that before the night was over, nature would take its course.
Sherry was wholly in her element at the party. She attributed her elevated confidence and cheer to Bill's presence. Many came to her side to whisper their congratulations on her selections, from food to music. Compliments were also paid her for not only her dress, but her escort as well. Bill managed to hold his own, paying homage to the appropriate guests and maintaining a brilliant smile. His lack of the legal world didn't prevent him from joining in conversations, and although his contributions were restricted to his scope of understanding, he nonetheless gave a favorable impression. He oozed charisma, casting a flattering light on Sherry.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Gloria Baker, one of the other vice presidents, chirped, "who's the guy? Where did you meet him?"
"You look fantastic," Jerry Fenwick, one of the firm's top lawyers declared. "Nice-looking man you have, too."
"What a splendid evening," her boss, Herb Sutter-who wasn't ordinarily generous-asserted. He flashed on Bill, then said, "I hope things are serious. You two make a great couple."
Sherry, smirking, reserved the explanation of his being rented.
Carla, aware of Bill's role, softly murmured, "He's much nicer-looking in person."
Sherry nodded, concealing her spiraling bliss. She snuck furtive glances at Bill and suffered the resurgence of that hot yearning. Her pussy throbbed with pounding want. She prayed his thirst for her wasn't superficial. She paled at the thought of making a pass and getting rejected. Sherry recalled Carla's statement about Companions Unlimited being a reputable establishment. Although it hadn't been Sherry's intention to buy stud service, she couldn't help exploring the-likelihood of fucking. The evening's thrill unavoidably carried over to that plane, making her anxious to discover whether it existed in the realm of possibility.
Men of Bill's caliber were either not sexually interested in women, or tended to enjoy being pursued. Sherry disliked playing games. She engaged in far too many with some clients, and to encourage that behavior disgusted her. Up to that time, she couldn't get an accurate reading on Bill. Either he was the greatest actor in the world-or he genuinely hungered for her.
Gazing at him, she couldn't rid herself of the compulsion for hot, draining sex. Given someone of Bill's husky charm, she breathlessly arrived at that conclusion.
The party finally ended. It had been tormenting to endure, in Sherry's estimation. After being troubled about Bill's probable longing for her and whether it would emerge, she dreamed of nothing more than to know that answer. Her flesh screamed for a man and she prayed its savior would be Bill.
The limousine was at the curb and the door opened when they emerged from the hotel. The same chauffeur attended them. Once again, Sherry felt stirrings of that fiery urge infiltrate her loins.
Where had all that man-hunger come from? she wondered. Was her deprivation so immense that the drive to have cock overwhelmed her?
The moment she got into the limousine, however, she knew she was not alone in her feelings. Bill assessed her with a frank stare. It was as though he tired of the chase and wanted to deal with the situation. His unbroken gaze ordered her to stay where she was. Sherry had no choice but to obey his command. Powerful waves of sexual hunger passed between them. She shivered.
"Sherry," he murmured, then stroked her face with his hand. It was an abrupt, indulgent gesture. His touch was so stimulating, so physically provoking that she couldn't repel him. He couldn't know how badly she wanted to be fondled.
Her first move was to glance up front. The chauffeur was quite oblivious to the firestorm of passion she experienced. The speed of the car, however, seemed noticeably reduced.
Suddenly, Bill reached for her. Her legs were grasped and pulled apart by those sturdy hands. She slid back into the seat, confused, as he hooked her knees over his shoulders. Sherry felt his hot breath fan the insides of her thighs. Oh, God! What was he going to do?
Bill offered no explanation. He pushed aside the portion of her panties that covered her pussy. He split those thick, juicy lips with the tip of his tongue, then sank into her snatch.
"Oh, my God-" she sobbed, squeezing her eyes shut. She clutched the door handle and twisted her fingers around it. That sweet, lustful intrusion was more than she could bear. He wriggled his way deeper and deeper inside her pussy, giving it the kind of licks it longed to have. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"Jesus, you taste good," he muttered, slurping her cunt. She listened to those loud, obliging sounds he made. He pinned back her pussy lips to gain better access to her sizzling core. That tip drove into her, gleaning her excitement. "Mmmmm. Oh, baby. I couldn't help myself. I had to have some. Oh, yeah, it's so good. Mmmmmmmm."
In the back of her mind, she thought of stopping him. He couldn't do this-she had not initiated it. But as he lapped her cunt flesh, gulping down her juices, she lost touch with her conscience. She couldn't arrest the slick movements of his tongue. She had craved sex for so long, and now she received it in the most fulfilling way possible-by someone she had fantasized about all evening.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Sherry worried if the chauffeur was watching-or even listening (though the glass partition was up), but even as her thoughts touched on that area, Bill's tongue nullified them. She slumped against the seat, forgetting that anxiety. God, her pussy was soaked.
That posed no problem for Bill. He seemed to delight in eating her nectar-rich cunt. His tongue slithered to every part, curling around her clit and giving it the most kindling licks. A fire spread through her loins. She grit her teeth, feeding on the horny vibrations Bill gave her with his cunt-pleasing tip.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. There was no accounting for the amount of stimulation he directed. It came to her in luxuriant waves, intensifying with each slurp. She writhed in her seat, trying to control that pleasure-seeking tongue but, instead, let it control her. Bill not only knew what he was doing, but had her completely in his power.
"Oh, God," she moaned, watching his face dive at her snatch. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
He moved away for a second. "I've wanted you from the beginning, Sherry. When you answered the door, you gave me a hard-on. I kept dreaming of this moment, when I'd have you in my mouth."
"You-did?"
He nodded, then lapped her pussy so thoroughly she moaned. His tongue was soft and inflaming. "You're one hot woman, Sherry. I'll bet you have to fight off men by the droves."
She wanted to tell him that wasn't quite the situation, but didn't. The constant sweep of that velvety tip slurred her speech. She kept forgetting they were inside a rented limousine, steaming up the windows, en route to her place She squirmed against the leathery upholstery, unable to reply other than the faint sobs that emerged from her throat.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" he asked. "You like having your pussy sucked?"
Having a man ask her such a question made her heart pound. "I-ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm. Sure you do. I love sucking on it. I love the way you taste, Sherry. You're so fucking hot. All I can think about is fucking you with my tongue."
She involuntarily gripped him by the shoulders, then pushed her snatch at his face. He opened his mouth and covered her sluiced cunt flesh. Fragmentation of her senses followed. Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She left Bill in charge, surrendering to him without hesitation.
Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. She knew she was about to cum. He traced her juicy cunt lips, applying saliva to one side, then the other. He circled her clit, stirring her into a frenzy, prodding it with his limber tip, forcing her to respond, until her hips shook. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She couldn't take much more. He was incredible.
"Are you going to cum, Sherry? Are you going to let me feel your contractions with my tongue? Oh, yeah. I'm going to stay right here, between your legs, sucking on your pussy, watching you cum in my face."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
He lapped her drenched pussy harder, deliberately triggering a chain reaction. She favored every stroke he took, knowing it would be exactly as she dreamed. This, however, wasn't a dream-it was lusciously real.
Her ass bounced on his seat. She was close, all hot and trembling. Jesus, she thought she would die. "Don't stop, Bill. Please. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Don't stop."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
Her fingers tightened on his shoulder. Her mouth dropped open. She arched her back, then started to go into a convulsion. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, my God. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
He kept licking her as she spasmed. She didn't know if she came once or multiple times-her orgasm was that powerful. His face was smeared with her juices while he indulged himself. He seemed to welcome her fragrant moisture, and wasn't the least bothered by the way it covered his fever-red cheeks. Bill was driven by her mounting lust and the desire to leave her satisfied.
She couldn't believe she was cumming all over that handsome face-the one she secretly stared at throughout the evening. Deliriously, she rubbed her pussy over his mouth, cheeks and nose. Her enjoyment was total.
"Yeah," he grunted between mouthfuls. "Oh, yeah. Let yourself go. I know how much you wanted this."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
At last, she slumped in the seat. That orgasm had taken everything out of her. She didn't have an ounce of energy left to give-at least, not immediately. The muscles in her legs, which were strung over his shoulders, began to throb. Dwelling in this position was going to be painful.
Bill lifted his face from her cunt, then moved toward her face. By instinct, Sherry let out her tongue and pushed it into his mouth. She tasted her juices mixed with his saliva. The combination thrilled her. She darted and probed his confines, committing his taste to memory. Not only did she have traces of him on her pussy, but in her mouth.
Bill pressed his mouth to hers in a way that robbed her of her breath. Grinding his crotch against her hungry mound was another maneuver that disarmed her. She felt the pulsing heat rising in his body, along with the desperate need to relieve it. He was like a pressure valve, ready to explode.
"I want you so much," he whispered hoarsely in her ear after taking his mouth away. His hands traced her tits, thumbing the area of her nipples. "I'm going to fuck you all night." To emphasize his point, he smashed his stiff cock into her groin and massaged her. "It'll be so good."
"I know," she sobbed, shaking. She trembled hard, anticipating those strong, sure thrusts of his in her wet pussy. Having him fill her cunt was going to be exquisite fun.
Now that they had enjoyed oral intimacy, there was no shred of modesty left. Her confidence in handling him grew. She traced the contours of his chest, feeling its ripeness of muscle, then swept over his belt and went straight for the bulge in his pants. He was deliciously swollen, the outline of his cock a tempting treat. She stroked his thing while peering into those blue eyes.
"You want to suck that thing, don't you?" he asked huskily.
She nodded.
"Show me how much."
Very slowly, she sank to her knees. She wanted to savor every moment. She felt his sexual heat emanating from that area. His shaft made a tent-like formation, straining the material. Even his balls challenged the space they were given. She flattened her palm over his equipment and gave it a feathery caress. A gasp of satisfaction sounded from above. She intensified her grope, feeling his pulsations. He was very excited, too.
Her panties were drenched from all this fondling. She couldn't stop the flow of juices that seeped from her cunt. She was extremely horny.
She reached for his belt, and unbuckled him. As his pants opened, she saw the shape of his, cock through his cotton briefs. God-Bill was all man. He was thick and long, with plenty to please.
She smashed her cheek against that bulge and spent a moment enjoying its throb. Ohhhhhhhhh. It was exhilarating, remembering what it was like to excite a man.
Sherry forgot all about the chauffeur. She wasn't even sure where they were with respect to her apartment. The alcohol raging through her system helped rid her of the shame. This was her night to unleash pent-up desires and see them realized.
She hooked her finger over the elastic rim of his briefs and pulled it down. The bulbous head of his cock emerged, purplish and ready for her. She gave it a lick. Mmmmmmmmm. Her bubbles of saliva sizzled on its heated surface. A second pass spread them smoothly over that fleshy tip, then brushed the heavy rim. Bill trembled as her mouth covered his bloated crown. She let it soak in her moist warmth. It was great having a cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue over and over the head, teasing the back of the rim and his cumhole, prompting his groans. There was a faint trace of salt to the skin of his upper cock. She lingered there for several moments, reacquainting herself with a man's taste. Bill had a flavor she didn't want to forget.
Sherry stopped licking and started sucking. The shaking in his body changed, then his hands surrounded her head. He applied pressure, forcing more of that dick into her mouth. Happily, she submitted.
"Get it all wet with your mouth," he said. "Come on, Sherry. Slide your lips over her cock. Take all of it. Try to swallow it. Oh, yeah, baby.
That's it. Let it disappear in your face. Relax and gulp it down."
"Mmmmmmm," Sherry sobbed. She clamped that throbbing bulk, feeling every vein, every section roll under her clenched lips. Although she could have easily sucked it down her throat, she let Bill feed it to her. The bulbous head met, then smashed against the roof of her mouth. She adjusted the position, then steered it into her throat. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. There was so much of him entering her mouth.
"Keep moving your tongue, baby. Work it around my dick. Lick it. Yeah, like that. My dick is nice and hard for you. It-likes being inside your mouth. It's going to love being inside your pussy, giving you the kind of satisfaction you dreamed of having. You're going to get so much pleasure from it. What my tongue gave you is nothing compared to what my cock can provide." He pushed down on her head. "Come on, baby. Take it all-right down to the balls. Oh, yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh-" Sherry tried to calm myself, but she was much too aroused. Stuffing herself with Bill precluded that diversion. She wiped him with her saliva-wet lips, deriving gratification from his howls of delight. There was something wildly appealing about orally servicing an escort-having her way with him.
Her hands wove around his balls while she mouthed him. She prodded him with her thumbs, gauging her performance with his responses. She kept pace with his gasps, concentrating on the wild beat of his cock as she squeezed it with her lips. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. It tasted wonderful. She sucked and sucked on it, listening to his joy. She wanted to get him off in a way he never experienced before. Perhaps the newness of her mouth, the secret of doing it in the back seat of a limo and the consummation of their attraction would ignite a powerful orgasm.
He continued to manipulate her with his hands. His fingers pressed her forehead, spanning her entire skull, as he drove her to the heavy base of his cock. She opened her mouth as wide as possible to absorb that thick stem. Mmmmmmm. Her tongue flickered at the flesh that connected to his balls before she made her climb to the saliva-soaked head. Her tip curled and swerved over the slick surface of his dick, halting to deliver a flurry of licks when she heard his breathing deepen. All the while, she massaged his balls.
"Suck that cock," he murmured, letting the back of his head thud against the seat. "Oh, baby, eat me. Eat that thing. Suck my dick. Yeah. Get it all in your mouth. Lick it up and down, along the vein. Oh, Jesus." He seized her head and urged her to swallow him whole. She got barely enough air in her lungs to last the several heart-pounding moments he spent in her throat. "Suck it, baby, suck it hard. Blow me. Eat it."
Hearing his verbal agony was just as pleasurable as having his dick between her lips. The crude phrases serving as a background were spoken in harsh, guttural tones. It made her wet, listening to Bill relate his experience in her mouth. She was so horny, she was woozy. Her clit longed to rub against the bone-like hardness that occupied her mouth. She thought about sliding down on it and quivered. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Bill was right-it was going to be so good.
What further inspired her was the possibility of the chauffeur watching. That hunky man, sitting behind the wheel, observing her unraveling joy, was a powerful stimulant.
Bill turned her head with his hands until she looked up at him. His cock stayed planted in her face. "You like sucking on it, don't you?"
She nodded.
Sweat was pouring down his face. "You're going to swallow my cum?" She nodded again.
He pushed down on her head, blocking her view of his fever-bright expression. She would have liked watching him shoot, thinking about those handsome features marred with contortions. That wasn't to happen, at least this first time. Instead, she felt the tremors building inside him until that first spurt splashed in her mouth.
"Uggghhhhhh!" he growled, discharging his goo. "Ugghhhhhh! Swallow, baby. Swallow it.
Yeah. Ugghhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her throat muscles were almost too numb to function. After having his dick reach repeatedly into that void, it seemed impossible to make them work. She managed, however, to gulp down everything he pumped.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
She assumed after ridding himself of that cumbersome amount Bill would have required a few moments to recover. Bill, however, was ready for more, dragging her back onto the seat without wasting a second. His dick stayed hard, standing upright with her saliva and some of his spent cum dripping from the tip.
"I've got to have some of that hot pussy-now!" he declared, sounding totally recharged. He worked fast to get her out of her clothes, obviously wanting nothing to exist between them except skin.
Sherry whimpered, anxious to have him. She could think of little else but that stiff cock sinking into her hungry snatch. It was going to fuck her deep and hard-just as she had visualized.
Things occurred in a haze. Sherry couldn't believe she had just blown her escort, and was about to let him fuck her. She had known the man less than a day.
He unbuttoned her gown and thumbed her erect nipples, stroking her aroused flesh. Electric splendor surged through her. "Christ, you're hot."
She quivered in anticipation of seeing him naked. He knew that by the wide grin on his face.
"Go ahead," he muttered, encouraging her with his eyes as well as with that low, seductive voice. "Open my pants. Indulge yourself."
Wanting to see the body under the clothes, she couldn't resist the invitation. She loosened his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. A gorgeous chest, rich with defined upper muscles and dark blond hair, came under her heated observation. He took immense pride in what she uncovered, daring her to go further. Sherry did, without hesitation. She marveled at those heavily muscled legs, dusted with hair. Her fingertips swept over him, savoring those carefully cultivated textures. Ohhhhhhhhh.
"We both like what we're getting," he said, his thumbs stirring over her nipples. "Mmmmmmm. This was meant to happen. Two people can't be this attracted to each other and not satisfy their curiosity."
"I was attracted to you the moment I opened the door," she admitted. Sherry wasn't previously in the habit of lowering her guard.
"Then I'll have to make sure I perform to your satisfaction. I want to fulfill your desires." He pulled her against that robust frame, letting her stiff nipples stab his firm flesh. Electric shocks resulted when she brushed against that mesh of hair.
"Ohhhhhhhhh."
His swollen cock burned, crushed to her naked skin. He watched her rejoice in his embrace, enjoying her torment. She didn't want to be so obvious, but each new texture she experienced accentuated her pleasure. He didn't spend a great deal of time permitting her to revel; the gravity of need that flashed in his eyes checked that luxury.
"That's the kind of hard-on I get when I think about a beautiful woman. A woman like you," he muttered, thumbing it. "A big, fucking hard-on like that."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Let's put that hard-on where it'll do us the most good-where it belongs, baby. Where it belongs-"
She swallowed roughly, exhaling slowly. The shivers were building inside her.
"I can't wait," he mentioned, steering her onto her back. "I've got to have you here." He scooped her up by the ass, treasuring it in his hands. She was wedged between his wall of muscle and leather. His heart was beating more rapidly as he brought her in line with his shaft. She felt the blunt end of his cock at her sopping entrance. "Oh, baby. This is going to be so good. So fucking good."
Sherry gritted her teeth as he pushed his dick into her pussy. "Oh, God! Oh, Bill! Ohhhhhhhh!" Highly excited, she wanted every inch of that thing inside her. Her eyeballs rolled up and her mouth twisted in exultation as he slid through her juicy cunt lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yes. All of it, Bill. Oh, God-"
"Yeah," he muttered, impaling her on the seat. Those bands of sinew wrapped securely to her trembling flesh. Her chin, resting above his shoulder, clamped onto bone. "Yeah, baby, let me in there. Let me get the whole fucking thing in there. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."
He buried that monster between her legs. Sherry thought she was going to faint. It felt like he was still growing while working it through her tight pussy. At last, that thick base met her hot, clinging lips. His balls were smashed to the insides of her thighs.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
It took a moment for Bill to regain his voice. "Oh, yeah. I'll bet you haven't had a man in there in a long time. Sure feels tight. I hope I was the one you were holding out for. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh." He started pumping her. "Yeah. It's the sweetest fit I could imagine."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"I'm going to fuck you so many times, Sherry, you're going to remember my cock. Everything about it will be engraved in memory."
She closed her eyes, too aroused to watch. While that dick burrowed into her, she already memorized its shape, its hardness, its curve. She was plenty wet and took it deep. She let it reach as far as it could go-which was enough to take her breath-and provide her the euphoria she aspired having. When Sherry recaptured her sight, she was observant of Bill's intense expression. His blue eyes were glazed from plunging that excited part of himself into her hot squish. If alcohol had muted reason for her, the physical act of being connected heightened all remaining sensations. She was intoxicated with lust, pushing herself toward that delightful, cunt-splitting shaft. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. It pulled her apart and left a sweet, lingering ache. She wanted as much of it as he could give.
"Don't stop," she regained her voice. "Fuck me, Bill, fuck me."
"Tell me how good it is," he encouraged. "Tell me what you like, baby. I want to hear every sound, every sob, every word that runs through your head while I stick my dick in you."
"I get so juicy with that cock rubbing inside my snatch. It's gliding through me, bringing me pleasure with every stroke. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes. Bury that dick, Bill. Shove all you can into my pussy. I want you to fuck me with everything you've got and then I want you to cum. I want to feel your cock jerk when you shoot into my pussy."
"You know that's going to happen," he muttered. "But you know that won't be the end."
He pumped her harder as he talked. "It feels so good to have the real thing, the person I've longed for all evening. When you were talking to your guests, I kept undressing you with my eyes, wondering what it would be like. Yeah. To be in your pussy, giving me what I hungered for, feeling how sweet and gratifying your body actually is-"
"Oh, Bill," she moaned. "Keep doing that. More. Fuck me hard. You can't hurt me-I'm too excited."
"I'm glad you want it, baby," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers up her spine. "I hoped you would want it. And now that you have it, I want you to have it all night."
"Yes-"
He fucked her faster, making her pussy squeak under his ramming force. She tried holding her gaze of him, but her eyes kept rolling upward in their sockets; invariably, she lost their focus. It was impossible to absorb all these gratifying reflections-too much was happening. The rapidity of events shattered her senses. Bill operated with crushing speed and lustful vigor. Their groins whacked together, making hungry noises as they exchanged sensations though physical communication.
"Oh, babe, I'm going to jizz-" he suddenly told her.
What followed was incomprehensible, because she went into orgasm, too. The constant friction, the language he used, the hoarseness of his breathing, all served to elevate her joy. She dug her nails into his powerful back and writhed to that solid core he provided her. Her awareness was splintered after the first, searing contraction. Others followed in debilitating succession, almost causing her to lose consciousness. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Bill, I'm cumming, cumming-"
"Uggghhhhh! Uggghhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhh!" he groaned.
Sherry came so hard. The muscles in her pussy clenched his cock, squeezing the jism from his body. She felt those warm, soothing spurts for a moment, then endured a series of contractions that dominated her perceptions. Bill's anguished cry as he emptied himself into her was heard above her internal crash and thunder.
"Oh, my God," she wailed, shivering under him. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh!"
After a couple of moments, her presence of mind returned. It seemed impossible to her two people could harvest that type of energy and cause emotions to explode. The orgasm she had went beyond description. It was better than anything she'd ever had. Even the handicap of alcohol couldn't diminish its fragmentation.
"Oh, Bill," she whispered, caressing his face, stirring him from the trance he entered. His blue eyes froze, as though he lapsed into a numb state.
"Oh, baby, that was incredible-"
She was plastered to the seat, her back suctioned to leather. Sweat had oozed from every pore. Bill lay on top, perspiration seeping from his flesh as well. Their moisture acted as glue.
His mouth went over her lips, taking her in a sweeping kiss. Their tongues attracted each other's, reaffirming the value of what they had experienced. She sobbed down his throat, totally pleasured by his actions.
He cupped her shuddering buttocks. His cock, not the least soft after two consecutive orgasms, remained embedded in her pussy. She smarted around that swollen thing, sore from its hammering strokes. She made no plea to have them separate. As much as it began to feel uncomfortable, she enjoyed having him stay inside her.
He sat up and stationed her on his lap. Gravity caused her to feel the blunt hardness of his cock. It slid higher into her pussy, a column of total rigidity.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she gasped, adjusting to the resounding ache that took command of her lower body and spread through to every vessel. She had never felt so utterly penetrated, so completely impaled.
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.
Shaking her head, Sherry refused to succumb to pain. "I love it." Straddling him, sitting on that marvelous cock, was a position she craved. It felt good, mounting a man. She let out a sigh of contentment, adjusting herself. Care was taken, however, in light of being speared by that monster; every wiggle punctuated the sting in her snatch.
"Good. I want to stay in your pussy. I want to look at your face and know I'm tucked in your sweet warmth."
Sherry placed her hands on his shoulders to leverage herself. That hard dick of his was practically splitting her in half. Bill was an outstanding lover, more satisfying than she could contemplate. She still wasn't in her right mind-the champagne continued to dull her judgment. She was in no hurry to reclaim her sobriety.
"Oh, Bill," she said, surprised she would reveal her inner thoughts. "Every second of this has been outstanding."
"I can make it better."
Her lips curved. "You make it sound like this is the beginning of something more than a one-night stand."
He squeezed her ass. "It might be."
"Are you making sure I'm getting my money's worth?" she blurted, referring to his role as escort.
He engaged her with a serious look. "There's no charge for the sex. I wanted it. You wanted it."
Her heart began beating faster than ever, then she arched her back. Bill, the chauffeur-none of it was manufactured for fantasy value? All that happened was actually spontaneous? Bill's metamorphosis into a sexual creature was genuine. Sherry didn't realize she possessed that kind of allure. "Oh, God-"
His fingertips pressed into her back, driving her down to that hairy chest. Her nipples sizzled against his manly flesh. Those powerful hands enclosed her ass, positioning it so he could cram every inch of that stiff cock into her. "We're going to keep doing this, baby. We're going to do it all night long "
"Ohhhhhhhhh." Sherry gripped his shoulders, crying out as he fucked her. The piston-like motion of his hips drove his cock home. Her pussy was getting moist once again, receiving that fiercely hard dick. Her most recent ache ebbed as he gained purchased of her sluiced depths.
Bill looked equally tormented. His handsome face was lined with contortions as he shoved his way into her. His balls whacked her ass as he gave it all he had. "What we're doing is the product of physical attraction."
Sherry bit her lip. White-hot pleasure seared her loins. Fanning her fingers through those dark wisps that covered his chest, she detected an erratic heart beat. Bill fluctuated from a relaxed spirit to fever pitch in a matter of seconds; never once did he lose strength in his hard-on. It was bone-solid, boring through her nectar-rich pussy. She tightened around that cock, letting it fuck her.
"Don't stop," She begged him. "Fuck me, Bill. It feels so good." It was impossible to denounce the pleasing forces at work. She was caught up in their turmoil, permitting them to wreak havoc through her horny body.
Bill briefly ended his moment of anguish to gaze up at her. "I like watching you take your pleasure on top of me," he said. "You're so beautiful, Sherry. I'm almost afraid to blink, for fear you won't be sitting on me, riding my cock."
"I'm here," she moaned. "I won't leave."
"No," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. "I won't let you. You're where you belong with me."
"Oh, God-" He poked her hard with his cock, making sure she felt the brunt of his excitement. That thick, long shaft sliced through her cunt lips in smooth, noisy strokes. They fucked like that for several minutes-flesh slapping flesh, moaning in each other's face-until they arrived at the foothills of ecstasy. They knew anything further would accelerate their climb and expedite their release.
She found the might to return some of the passion he supplied her. She sat up, feeling his huge cock sink in her, staring down at his ravaged features. She held her nipples high, letting the sweat drip from them. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Her arousal was strong, perpetuating. She caressed his biceps, his shoulders, letting her feathery touch linger where needed. His tongue slipped from his mouth, catching one of her fingers to suck on. Between her legs, she felt teeming hardness, a splitting soreness she couldn't end. That sweet pressure, challenging her massaged pussy, was attached to this incredible man. She reared her head and emitted a soft sigh. Another section of him descended into her. Ohhhhhhhhh. She began to lift and drop herself onto him, urging him to fill her cunt. Her temperature continued to rise as she heard his hoarse cries and saw visible proof of his desire in his face.
"Fuck it," he commanded. "Fuck my cock. Take it high into your pussy. Put my thing where it belongs. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhh. Keep doing that. Make me cum with your juicy snatch. See how much you want it-how long you've starved yourself for the real thing. It's there, baby-right between your legs, giving you the kind of satisfaction you deserve." He closed his eyes, breaking their heated stare. "Fuck me, baby. Cover me with that hot, juicy cunt. Make me slick with that pussy. Oh, Christ-please, don't stop. Don't-"
She bucked and writhed, enjoying the way it felt. Sitting on a cock was so different from receiving one while on her back. The amount of control he had knocked her breathless. Ohhhhhh.
Bill's prompting was unnecessary. She couldn't possibly stop herself, even if she tried. She had to keep fucking him until the brain-numbing contractions arrested her abandoned movements. Her cunt lips puckered and grabbed, giving his cock the attention it sought. Each quiver, each thrust, served as confirmation of their abounding lust. Oh, God, it was the single most thrilling thing she ever experienced.
Bill's knees came up behind her, causing his dick to dig further in her cunt. He gripped her with urgency, then fed her that solid thing in anxious thrusts. As she soared, rising from his balls on the upswing, he pushed, shoving his cock back into place with a resounding squish. She moaned as she swallowed it into her hungry snatch. It was so hard to absorb, prying her apart. "I'm getting close, baby. So close, ready to give you creamy love-"
She released his shoulders and cupped her tits. Her swollen nuggets sizzled against her palms. She rubbed them tenderly, nearing the final threshold. "Me, too."
His fingers pressed hard into her waist. "I'm gonna cum. Oh, Sherry, I'm going to cum-"
Her jaw dropped. A lasting sigh escaped her lips, carrying her over to the underside of ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhhhh." She clawed at her nipples as the seizure went through her. Christ-it was equally stunning to those she had previously. She couldn't shake the shattering effect. She ground her pussy to the bottom of his cock, applying a hot, juicy coat with a satisfying twist.
Bill shuddered beneath her. "Jesus, Sherry. Oh, Christ-uggghhhhhh! Uggghhhhhh!" Once again, those handsome features were transformed by orgasm. He pumped what was left inside him into her pussy, though his seizure was hardly reduced by the amount.
There wasn't an ounce of energy to be found in her body. She collapsed on top of Bill with a sigh. That quivering wall of muscle felt good to settle upon, to nuzzle. She lay her cheek on his chest, mewling like a cream-fed kitten.
Jesus, Sherry thought. Companions Unlimited-where would she have been without them?
CHAPTER TWO
Marianne Summers fumed at her girlfriend, Desiree Colbert. She had abandoned her investigative report on that notorious escort service, Companions Unlimited, only to have Desiree take a phone call. Marianne had written for hours and longed for a little action. Writing about sex had gotten to her. Hearing various women divulge pleasure they received from highly skilled lovers sent her into a frenzy. Marianne, however, generally chose women-like Desiree-to furnish her that sort of relief.
She couldn't remember the last time she permitted a man to touch her. Marianne didn't normally crave straight sex. The masculine lovers of her experience tended to be selfish and neglected her in bed.
Marianne was pleased to have found someone such as Desiree, an exotic Jamaican, to physically enjoy. Seldom did her mate fail to engender utter bliss. Marianne met Desiree while vacationing in the Bahamas. That magnificent bronze body came under intense scrutiny before Marianne summoned the courage to accost her. She not only found Desiree approachable, but of the same sexual persuasion. She supplied her hours of unimagined splendor-so much so that Marianne invited her to accompany her on the plane and share her home. Desiree gladly accepted.
Desiree adapted to American life far too quickly to suit Marianne. She made fast friends with others and developed an appetite for phone sex. Desiree loved to dial the 900 numbers and masturbate-sometimes forcing Marianne to listen. Marianne discouraged her flagrant abuse, explaining that her salary as a tabloid reporter did not permit such extravagance. Desiree gave casual treatment to Marianne's lectures, and usually ended them with her tongue. Desire's curling tip silenced Marianne with brutal accuracy. The phone calls usually got Desiree so horny anyway, Marianne didn't complain much.
Marianne aimed for success in her probe of Companions Unlimited. She had been a tabloid writer at Snitch for eight years and never achieved the status some of the others on staff enjoyed. She had been scooped one too many times in the past-unvaryingly the one who uncovered the last piece a day" late. Her coverage of celebrity divorces, budding romances and skeletons in the closet wasn't always current.
Marianne had been on the outlook for a fresh story when the details of an exclusive escort service came to her attention. Only women with vast financial resources were able to afford its men. The organization catered to the privileged, and generally took referrals with extreme caution. It had been explained that the men were actually professional models who posed for quality magazines, but Marianne had found nothing to substantiate that premise. Marianne suspected that those credentials were fabricated and prepared to blow the lid off the lucrative operation.
Her editor, Lucille, suggested she impersonate a potential client and worm her way into the inner workings of Companions Unlimited.
Lucille, unaware of Marianne's sexual orientation, offered to have Snitch finance the venture, providing she gave a "sell-out issue" account of her wild experience with one of the escorts. Marianne wasn't keen on spreading her legs for a blockbuster story, but with her livelihood at stake, she accepted the challenge.
Besides, she rationalized, the money would keep her and Desiree in sheets for months to come.
Marianne glared at Desiree, who was stretched out on the bed with the phone crooked beneath her head and shoulder and their high-speed vibrator at her pussy. That goddamn phone! She was on it-again! Desiree and her costly habit were going to have to wrap! Marianne had no intention of subsidizing her little addiction on a long-term basis. Her bills were totally outrageous.
"You should hear what's going on," Desiree related. "The girl on the line is doing a three-way with two guys."
"I don't give a shit. Hang up."
"Come on, baby. Pick up the extension and listen. It's really getting me hot."
Desiree had the ability to sweet talk Marianne. She could be absolutely pissed with the girl, and find herself madly in lust the very next moment. Against her better judgment, Marianne reached for the other phone and listened.
"Oh, God!" exclaimed a female voice. "I was sitting on Brian's cock when Marty just crammed himself into my ass. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I love getting fucked by two men. Both dicks are so hard. Oh, yes. I'll bet you wish you were here. Don't you want some of that, baby?"
The sound of harsh breathing in the background supported her story. Marianne couldn't conceive of receiving double cock, particularly since it wasn't to her liking. The girl panting on the phone, however, was entirely a different story. The one thing that inspired her and Desiree was the excitement of the women; her gasps tickled their toes and got their juices going.
Marianne's cunt ached for Desiree's mouth. That girl knew how to lick her into a frenzy. She had already cum once before, while they lazed in bed. Desiree made her clit throb with that smooth, sure stroke. She was about to return the favor and lap her into paradise, but Desiree would have none of it. She kept on sucking her pussy, building that weakness that engulfed Marianne until ecstasy occurred.
Desiree flashed Marianne a sexy smile that told her to be patient. The girl on the phone had caused her nipples to swell. Desiree touched herself with the vibrator and slightly threw back her head.
"They're fucking me so hard!" the girl wailed on the extension. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm going to cum!"
Marianne slid a finger to her clit and began jiggling. Oh, yeah! Her pussy oozed with delight. A shiver raced up her spine. Marianne arched her back and threw her thighs apart while attempting to bewitch Desiree. She preferred to be eaten above listening to phone sex. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Desiree caught the sounds Marianne made and turned to her. Marianne knew it got her attention. Marianne saw the lust in her eyes along with a glimpse of tongue dampening her lips.
Marianne traced the soft, damp flesh between her legs. She wove her fingers through her thick, dark thatch. Her thumb made delicious contact with her clit. She rubbed it slowly, provoking an intoxicating moisture.
"Jesus," Marianne whispered, overcome by the heat generated. She placed demand on her upper back muscles as she pushed her snatch high. She wanted to furnish Desiree with the full view. Marianne rotated her hips and moaned. In her mind, she pictured Desiree slurping her cunt. She saw her tongue weave over her juicy snatch, gleaning the lips of their husky succulence. Marianne watched Desiree's head bob as she devoured her, consuming the nectar that seeped from her cunt hole. "More, yeah. Suck me, eat it." Marianne was totally aroused by that fantasy. The extension slipped from her grasp and fell to the bed. Marianne had no desire to listen to somebody else getting off-not when she yearned to be recipient of Desiree's pleasure-giving tongue.
Desiree was adamantly nodding and attempting to conclude her phone call. Even though it appeared as though she was going to hang up, the girl on the other end must have gotten her horny again and kept Desiree on the line. Desiree massaged herself with the vibrator, hissing air through clenched teeth. Marianne giggled to herself. Desiree was a slave to her own desires. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. She wondered if Desiree was going to get to her before she creamed against her jiggling finger.
Marianne flipped onto her knees, baring her ass in her direction. Marianne continued to finger herself, gyrating to an unheard beat. She felt juice dribble down her thigh. Oh, Christ, she thought, almost numb from the tingling rush. She was really getting herself wet.
Marianne swung her big tits against the black satin sheets, almost swooning from the sweet crackle when her erect nipples brushed them. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! She cupped one of her tits and squeezed it, pretending it was Desiree who fondled her. Marianne licked her fingertips, then swirled saliva over the nipple. It felt so good.
Marianne dropped her head to the mattress, her cheek flattened against the sheets. She let out tiny mewls as she resumed her hot cunt massage. She bucked her ass, keeping it elevated, swaying from Desiree's exclusive benefit. Tickling enjoyment washed through her. Marianne stuck a finger into her soaked crevice. It felt so incredible, her mind went blank. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She began to pump it in and out, warming it for Desiree's tongue. Faster and faster, Marianne fucked herself with her finger. She couldn't stop-it was too incredible. Creamy sounds echoed between her legs.
"Oh, God, I'm going cum!" Marianne moaned, ready for it. Her body temperature rose to a boiling pitch. Her finger sped to release her from this agitated state. She shivered in delicious agony, going with the flow.
Before Marianne was able to achieve orgasm on her own, Desiree got her hands on her. Marianne was too involved with pleasuring herself to know she had gotten off the phone. Quickly, Desiree displaced her finger with her rapid-fire tongue and sucked her pussy. The change in texture and sensation was startling-and exhilarating. Marianne cried out as Desiree's limber tip probed her juicy snatch, then slurped its way back to her hot clit. God! The limits of her sanity were tested with each deepening stroke. Desiree knew precisely how to bring her to swift climax. Her excited dabs drove her insane with desire. Marianne felt her breath on her ass, whispering along the insides of her thighs, as Desiree gobbled her. Marianne whimpered, her knees buckling with each successive lashing. She was lightheaded with joy while her flesh undulated.
They made the water bed pitch from one extreme to the next with their frenzied action. It was a good thing neither of them were susceptible to motion sickness-they were in rare form.
"Why couldn't you listen? That girl got me sopping wet," Desiree admonished in a breathless tone.
"You've got the real thing, right in your mouth," Marianne moaned just before Desiree buried her face in her snatch. "Ohhhhhhhhh.
Make me cum. Please, make me cum with your mouth and tongue. Eat it, baby, suck my pussy. Oh, yeah. You know how I like it."
From the momentum shown by Desiree's fast tip, she had definite intentions of complying. She lavished Marianne with abundant spittle, propelled by an eager, heat-seeking tongue. Her cunt lips were thoroughly cleaned by her flurry of licks. She repeatedly delved into her pink flesh until Marianne begged her not to stop, not even for a moment's hesitation. Marianne rocked her pussy to her face, shaking as never before. Her slurps had her heated up. Marianne wanted nothing to break her fever. She curved her spine in an effort to maintain their connection, though it was cumbersome to her lower back muscles. Her saliva was like molten lava, searing her with its steamy drip. Her clit was recipient of her vibrant slurps, driving her heels and elbows further into the bed.
The urge to cum was upon Marianne. Prolonging these dizzying sensations was futile; they were quickly reaching a conclusion.
"Yes, baby," Marianne panted. "Eat me, sink that hot tongue into my pussy. Lick me, devour me, ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Orgasm stole her breath. With Desiree in charge, it could be nothing less. The willingness and determination spent had her pulse racing. Marianne almost threw her back as she shuddered, gulping air and forcing herself to maintain position.
Desiree continued with her meal, gobbling her to the very end. Her clit was swollen and throbbing.
Marianne finally collapsed onto her stomach. The hot tickle of Desiree's tongue followed her as she rolled back and forth, still quivering with orgasm. She did a sensational job of depleting her of strength. Marianne was exhausted, cum-ming like that.
"Whew!" she mentioned softly. "I'm wiped out-but sure glad you didn't quit on me. Ohhhhhhhhh. That was really great head."
"I enjoyed myself," Desiree purred, snuggling up to her. She massaged her shoulders, then gravitated to her ass. "You're a treat to have, Marianne. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Better than phone sex."
Marianne drank in her buxom presence. Desiree was equally voluptuous. Her plush black hair flowed past rounded shoulders, usually requiring the services of a comb or headband to tame its rebellious curl. Desiree loved to fling her hair wildly over Marianne's stomach when she ate her. Its tickling thrash against her skin made Marianne wet. And those cool, blue eyes, sparkling even in the poorest of light, Marianne considered sexy. She had "fuck me" eyes-in addition to a pair of lips that were created for sucking. They were full, sensual lips. Occasionally, Marianne imagined what it would be like if she were a man and had Desiree blow her. Marianne quivered at the idea. She thought if those lips had grabbed her cock for more than a few seconds, Marianne would be overtaken by the impulse to shoot hot cum all over her face.
They made quite a pair. Marianne was tall, svelte and utterly delicious. Desiree pronounced her voluptuously statuesque. Marianne barely made it into a forty-two D cup. Her tits were definitely her calling card. They bounced like oversized grapefruits, two delightfully huge globes, more than the hand could manage. Those interesting curves were emphasized by her tapering waist-a mere twenty-eight inches that slightly widened at her hips. Her ass, Marianne admitted, was quite sensational. Her legs, too, received second glances; they were long, sleek and wrapped sweetly around just about anybody's head.
Marianne tried not to be too conscious of her looks. At another time of her life, she could have gotten a number of attractive men. The problem, however, had been the mistreatment of some. Marianne had had a boyfriend named Doug, who reminded her every time they fucked how gorgeous she was. He'd say it over and over like a broken record, "You're a babe, a fantasy. God, Marianne, I can't believe I'm fucking the most beautiful woman on the planet." He loved her eyes, especially the way they glazed over while he pumped her with cock. He'd practically devour her lips, making her feel as though she were the most important person in his universe. It was during a time in which Marianne liked men and loved to wrap her legs around them.
Marianne shook thoughts of Doug from her mind. She didn't want to spoil a wonderful evening with Desiree dwelling on the past. An unfortunate past that was best forgotten.
She nuzzled Desiree's neck. "Mmmmmmmm. How would you like me to return the favor?"
"Sounds nice."
"Yeah." Marianne's heart pounded.
Just as Desiree slid onto her back, Marianne enveloped her with her arms. She fondled Desiree's tits while nibbling on her neck. Desiree liked to be taken abruptly, savoring surprise. Some of the hottest sex they'd had was spontaneous in nature, where they permitted instinct to lead them. Desiree's head snapped back while she molded herself to Marianne's anxious form.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed, giddy from her touch.
"You're so soft," Marianne murmured. "I love to feel your tits."
Desiree moved about furiously. She turned, grazing Marianne's pussy with her ass. The brush of her pubes to her sweet flesh was responsible for Desiree's shiver. Marianne reached around to cup her snatch. Desiree let out a gasp as Marianne squeezed it. Marianne immediately located her clit and began to stroke it.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, God," she choked, overcome by the sensation. Her effort to stimulate her amounted to wet fingertips. Juice trickled from her pussy. Her flair for erotic massage attributed to her inflamed reaction. Desiree preferred Marianne's touch to anyone else's. She claimed Marianne could sexually satisfy her as no other person had-including a man. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Marianne broadened her massage to offer maximum benefit. Desiree's cunt lips sucked at her tips. Marianne was tempted to shove one into her, but resisted the inclination. Not yet. Marianne mouthed her neck, feeding it hot breath and saliva. Marianne flicked her nipple, letting it spring to life. Its hard, bulging quality made her woozy. Marianne wanted to whirl her around and suck it. Instead, Marianne pushed up against her ass and wiped her moist pussy. Her clit slipped over her soft, curvy flesh in a wake of an electric current. Desiree made Marianne want to cum by rubbing her cunt against her butt.
"You're really hot tonight, aren't you, baby?" Desiree moaned.
"I'm hot for you. Hot and bothered."
Marianne plunged her finger into Desiree's pussy. She trembled as she sank into layers of juicy pulp.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Desiree spasmed, locked in her arms. Her ass rocked against her mound, driving her over the edge. The powerful charge experienced in her snatch was a fiery assault. Marianne found the energy to continue pumping her with her digit, demanding she prolong her orgasm. They both trembled together, their bodies slick with sweat.
Marianne still quivered, unsure of recovering from those last few moments. Each session with Desiree, Marianne learned, was transitional. No matter how exhausting their last round of sex was, their abounding lust enabled them a desire to pursue more pleasure.
Marianne grabbed the vibrator Desiree had been using and brought it into position. To facilitate her little fuckmate's stimulation, she required assistance.
Desiree gasped as the humming tip trailed over her nipples. She received its vibrant barrage in shivering splendor. Desiree smoothed it over her nipples, around her tits, creating a string of delightful jolts. Each burst accentuated the tingles that radiated through her pleasure-hungry flesh.
"It feels so much better when you're operating it," Desiree confessed.
"I love watching you get turned on," Marianne said. She grinned as Desiree jerked from the vibrator's application. Marianne caressed her nipples, making them deliciously stiff. They stretched toward her like swollen nuggets. Marianne kneaded her tits as passionately as Desiree had hers. They were incredibly soft and squeezeable.
"Oh, yeah," Desiree moaned. "Feels good. Mmmmmmmmmm." She reached for her pussy. "You like my tits. You like working them with your hands. Please, play with them. Rub my nipples."
While encouraging her, Desiree took command of the vibrator. She steered it over Marianne's moist cunt. The buzzing end made her clit hum. Desiree stroked her with the power tool and her thumb. Marianne rocked, fed by its pleasurable vibrations. She could have easily climaxed had she permitted Desiree to proceed in that fashion. Marianne had already cum several times-once unintentionally, but each explosive. Now Marianne longed for the chance to tongue Desiree. Marianne wanted to make her sweat and moan and cream in her face.
Without preliminary, Marianne traveled the length of her partner's body. Desiree's fingers swept from her snatch, up her tits and rested on her shoulders. Ravenously, Marianne seized her thighs and pulled them apart. Her flesh was warm, inviting.
Marianne stared lustfully at her pussy. Desiree's dark thatch beckoned for her mouth. Marianne opened her cunt lips, pinning them with her thumbs. Her juicy pink flesh made her pulse jump. Marianne let out her tongue and slurped it. Her pussy had the taste of honey-rich and satisfying.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned from above. "Ohhhhhh, oh, baby, yes. More. Go deep. Swallow what I've got. Stroke me with that hot tongue. Warm me up with your sweet licks." She swayed to and fro, never wandering far. She knew her plan and welcomed it.
Marianne curled her tip and probed her succulent folds. Desiree oozed her excitement on her tongue. Marianne was quick to lap the excess, steadily lapping the ample supply of nectar. Mmmmmmm. Marianne loved Desiree's flavor, feeling as though Marianne could never have enough. She ate her slowly, savoring the juice that flowed from her pussy.
Marianne watched her clit expand before her eyes, but delayed attacking it. She perceived her need to be licked there, but it would only make her cum fast. Marianne was prepared to pleasure her at length before turning up the flame of desire a few degrees.
"Eat me, baby," she urged with a thrust of her hips. "Go ahead, suck me. Suck my pussy, lick my clit. Come on, eat it."
She grasped her head, forcing her mouth over her swollen love button. Marianne gave it a light slurp, withholding her passion.
"Suck it," she panted, smearing her face with her hot drippings. "Now, there, ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
Marianne managed to slip her tongue inside her pussy. Desiree trembled as Marianne dove into it, burying her face between her legs. Marianne didn't think she was equipped to handle it, for she exhaled sharply and slammed heavily against the bed. Those choked sobs afterward convinced her. In any event, she favored her approach. Getting fucked by a tongue probably ranked highest among her fantasies. Marianne reamed her cunt hole, dragging her tongue through the tight enclosure. Marianne saw her nails claw the sheets. Marianne had her shaking, stricken with a fever that climbed with each assaulting lick.
"Yes, oh, yes, tongue-fuck me, baby. Sink it into my snatch. Faster, harder. Ohhhhhhhhh!" Desiree gasped, slamming her cunt into her face. At this point, she wanted all she could get.
Things got progressively out of control. Marianne ate her feverishly without detaching her lips. She rubbed them against her snatch so tightly her thumbs weren't necessary. She stayed open for her-wild and delirious-surrendering to the onslaught of her creative slurps.
"Yes," Desiree panted. "Gulp down my juices, suck my clit. See how hot you've gotten me? Yes, baby, eat me, ohhhhhhhhhh, eat me!"
Sweat poured from their wriggling bodies, but they were oblivious to it. Their ecstasy was all-consuming. Marianne passionately fed upon her juices. She wanted desperately to make Desiree cum.
Marianne felt her nails rake into her scalp, guiding her in Desiree's frenzy. Gladly, Marianne accepted instruction. Her cunt lips were filled with flavor, waiting to be lapped clean. Mmmmmm. Marianne gave her her tongue, slicing into her uppermost regions. Her cries drove her onward. Marianne was going to suck the Jamaican goddess to orgasm.
"Oh, God," she choked, thrusting her snatch. "Keep doing that, don't stop. Please, don't stop." Her breath was ragged, her voice worn. Desiree was close-Marianne could tell.
Marianne bore down, licking her into a stupor. Several more seconds of concentrated licking jarred her senses. Her flesh sweltered under the force of her tongue. Marianne pushed her nose into her dense thatch, driven by its husky aroma. Marianne never once relented in her pace, flicking at her clit until Marianne felt her weaken, then grow numb. Her tremors were rich and abundant.
Desiree undulated for what seemed an eternity. Her cries escalated in pitch, matching the snap of her hips. Marianne lapped her mound tenderly until her contractions eased. Leisurely, she lapped the remnants of her pussy juice while Desiree stroked her head. For the moment, they were spent of their passion.
"That was so good, baby," Desiree told her, sighing. "You made me cum so hard."
"Better than phone sex?" Marianne teased.
"Much better."
Marianne was glad to hear that. While they lazed together, her attention returned to her project at hand: doing an expose on Companions Unlimited. She would call them the next day to arrange an escort.
She wondered at Desiree's reaction to her latest tabloid crusade. Knowing her sex-crazed partner, she'd want her share of the action.
CHAPTER THREE
Linda Franklin stepped onto her sun deck and let out a sigh. The day was brilliant. Not a cloud could be found in the sky, nor was there relief from the humidity. Summer had arrived with a vengeance.
Almost a year had passed since her husband, Tom, had died. Linda spent the time in mourning, unable to shake his memory. He had been an excellent provider. The home he bestowed her, along with all the trimmings, were the best that money could buy. The vacations they went on were exotic. Laughter and love had been abundant.
Nothing could have prepared her for the loneliness she endured. She missed her husband and found herself craving male companionship to a heightened degree.
Linda led an enviable lifestyle. She came and went as she pleased. Although she was accountable to no one, rarely had a day passed in which she desired the reverse. Tom left her a tidy sum in the bank; she would never have to worry about having a roof over her head or fretting over expenses. Linda's financial matters had been entrusted to a reliable money manager-entirely orchestrated by her late husband.
Tom had foreseen to her every need but one: a mate. That deficit persisted for what seemed an eternity. She could not bring herself to admit it to her friends, who did everything in their power to pair her with available men. Although Linda longed for a new person to enter her world, she believed loving someone else was disrespectful to Tom. Even with her friends' reassurance that wasn't the case-that Tom expected her to get on with her life-she refused their matchmaking efforts.
A steady man, a substitute for Tom, wasn't of burning importance. The missing element Linda came to understand was the lack of intimacy. While Tom was alive, they were sexually active. Until his fatal heart attack, their bed rocked almost every night. Linda had learned to enjoy fucking, along with other forms of pleasure. She missed spreading her legs and feeling a big cock slide into her pussy or taking one into her mouth. She loved sucking one until those hot, convulsive squirts signaled the end to feverish pleasure.
Linda donned a pair of dark sunglasses and stretched her sumptuous body across a lounge chair. Her pussy hungered for some decent action. Sweat began to ooze from her ample cleavage. She whipped back her shoulder-length dark hair and sighed.
Caring for someone new wouldn't happen-but treating herself to a man put an entirely different spin on matters.
Linda had thought the situation hopeless. She wasn't the type to frequent bars, or attend a health club where plenty of sweaty male flesh could be found. Discretion was of the utmost importance. Linda could no sooner violate Tom's memory than she could his respect. Her physical needs had been unaddressed for so long that her pursuit of fulfillment was justified.
Then, without warning, someone whispered word of Companions Unlimited, and her entire life changed.
Linda shifted her long, shapely legs so that their exposure to the sun was balanced. She thought about having a man on top of her, thrusting in that neglected space. Her pussy throbbed for attention. Her pussy ached to be filled with a long, hard cock. The act of penetration, followed by frenzied fucking, was exactly what she craved that very moment. Linda loved watching it go in-seeing a rigid shaft disappear into her juicy snatch. Ohhhhhhhhh. Not only did it look great, it felt incredible. There was nothing quite like having her drenched cunt lips catch the bulbous head, causing that smooth skin to moisten as they devoured every manly inch. She had neglected the demands of her body far too long, for the sake of Tom's memory.
Companions Unlimited provided the ideal remedy. She had her pick of men-dozens of them, all perfectly equipped to handle her needs. Sex did not always have to enter the picture, either. Sometimes, Linda simply loved having them around to stare at, fantasize about and keep her company. On days when the heat soared, her hormones did the same. More was expected of her escort, and he invariably provided.
Linda did not have to pay for sex; men found her genuinely attractive. She was a beautiful brunette with bedroom-blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her body was something to drool after: big tits, a narrow waist, and trim hips. At age thirty-eight, she resembled a centerfold girl. In the bikini she squeezed her voluptuous body into, she was mouth-watering. When she walked through shopping malls, heads craned in her direction. She was a luscious sight to behold. Given her stunning appearance, it had seemed a shame for her to waste her prime years in mourning.
Her sliding doors opened and out walked Kevin, the latest offering from Companions Unlimited. Her interest perked immediately. He threw her a prolonged glance. His sun-bleached hair and tanned flesh were undeniably appealing.
Linda imagined sweat pouring down that magnificent chest, his face lined with contortions, while between her legs. She stirred at the thought of his fucking her once her eyes dropped to his nylon briefs. From the telltale bulge, she gathered he had the necessary equipment.
Oh, yes, she thought eagerly-there was a whole lot of man tucked in there.
"I see you've found yourself something to drink," she remarked.
Kevin nodded. "There was quite a variety from which to choose." He had fetched himself an ice-cold Snapple beverage and stretched himself over the lounge chair opposite Linda. She was spectacular, in his estimation. He had been on assignment for Companions Unlimited for months and sporadically was matched with women as exciting as Linda. They routinely made his job more fun.
Linda permitted him to down a sufficient quantity of his refreshment before flashing him a signal. Kevin was so un-like Tom. He had that calculating grin she found so disarming. Linda had a definite weakness for that particular disposition. Those bedroom blue eyes earned him points, too, along with a physique that would be wonderful to writhe against. Linda could easily envision moaning for him in private. The Speedos he wore barely concealed his tool: ten-and-a-half inches of indisputable pleasure.
Her frank appraisal wasn't one-sided; she felt him scanning her with equal interest, centering on her tits and drifting to her sleek legs. He seemed appreciative of her body and obviously liked what he saw.
Kevin surveyed the luscious contours of Linda's body, drinking in her plump breasts as they challenged the confines of her bikini. The definition of nipple definitely heightened his awareness. The exciting arch of her back brought emphasis to a slim waist and the roundness of hip tapered to succulent legs. He couldn't help feeling a rush of exhilaration. He conceived himself between those tanned thighs, sampling her delicious secretions as they oozed from her pussy. He imagined her fingers around his cock, speeding insertion into those warm, welcoming cunt lips. He ached for the moment he would submerge himself and feel the heat of her appetite.
Yes, he thought, he loved his job. From her initial response, he knew they would soon connect.
Linda gazed at his raw expression and communicated her unspoken desire. The curve of her lips achieved this with practiced ease. She felt confident her body language could easily be read. Her sunglasses were lowered so he could catch the glimmer in her eyes. He was given all the invitation necessary.
As simple as that, they walked into her house. Linda made no pretensions about her enthusiasm to have sex; after all, she had paid for him. She rather liked his frank approach-but then, that was what she received for the inflated rates Companions Unlimited charged. Hours of introduction and developing a safe feeling about a potential fuckmate were totally eliminated. Companions Unlimited took care of screening their applicants and performing the procedural checks that ensured safe sex.
Linda learned she could have her fun without the complication of a romance. She could give her body what it needed without the emotional guilt.
It was evident from the start, Kevin was as attracted to her as she was to him. Linda pursued her sexual instinct with adrenaline-pumping eagerness. She wanted to be alone with this man and have him fuck the dreariness from her life. It was fortune to be assigned such a hunk at whim.
When she called Companions Unlimited and described the kind of man she wished to spend the afternoon with, all her suggestions were seriously taken. It was as though the operator drew him up for her on an exclusive basis. Kevin was everything she hoped for.
Deliberately, she found herself rolling her ass cheeks with scintillating motion, advertising the treat he would soon have. Her tits bobbed deliciously as she walked, with her nipples threatening to bounce out of confinement.
Without question, Kevin was intrigued with her seductive style. His dick twitched inside his Speedos, primed for heavy-duty action. If those little buns she was fanning at him were indicative of the performance she was prepared to render, he wasn't about to show her a shred of mercy. Linda was going to receive a brain-numbing fuck the-likes of which she never had. This session was about to stand on record as her best, ever.
They were just inside her bedroom when she stopped him with a caress to his arm. Kevin stood before her, welcoming her grope. She smoothed her fingers across the stiff bulge of his crotch, rolling over its solid mass with a resounding purr. "Mmmmmmm. What have we here?"
"Why don't you check it out?" he muttered softly, leaning toward her. It didn't surprise him that she had her hands on him first. A horny woman enjoyed the act of physically acquainting herself with a man. Her fingertips dispensed velvety joy. He had to restrain himself from groaning too much-it felt that good.
Linda surmised, from his stance, that she was elected the aggressor. She reveled in that role. Depending on her mood, Linda liked men to take charge, leading her through a series of positions that ultimately brought mutual fulfillment. Kevin, on the other hand, seemed open to suggestion.
She appreciated a flexible man-as long as he provided what was needed in bed.
She hooked the rim of the Speedos and lowered them until the tip of his cock emerged. The sight of excited male flesh aroused her. As she pulled the Speedos further down its length, she was jarred by its size. Kevin certainly looked big, from the shape of his dick, but seeing it uncovered established her hunch. The arresting vision of ten-and-a-half inches beckoned to her. It was all hers, to enjoy as she wished.
"Mmmmmmmm," she mewed, "where did all that come from? Is this all for me?"
He took satisfaction in her visual delight. "It didn't get that way by itself. Think you can handle it?"
Linda recaptured her composure. The shaft jutting in her direction was too irresistible to ignore. The bulbous head was begging to be sucked, the stretched skin yearning to be encompassed in moisture. She thought dreamily of how she could quickly make it juicy with saliva-every inflated inch. "Sure."
Kevin shrugged, inviting her to come near. "Then suck away, baby. Suck me."
Linda dropped to her knees in an effort to overcome the lump of excitement that formed in her throat. She didn't bother removing his Speedos, but merely dragged them halfway down his hairy thighs. Without preliminary, she traced her poised tongue along the bloated head and his cock's pinkish rim. Hot air was exhaled onto his balls. A dribble of saliva escaped and cascaded down the long stretch of rigidity. A second later, Kevin's hand patted the top of her head, ready to give assistance in locating the inflamed points. His opening was tickled by the tip of her tongue. She tasted an errant drop of cum emitted during the height of arousal. His satisfied grunt assured her she was definitely on the right track as she began coating him with drool.
"Come on, baby," he gasped. "Suck it. Put it in your mouth. Rub me with your lips. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." He applied gentle, then forceful pressure on her head as her mouth teased him.
Linda wasn't willing to follow his heated instruction just yet. Prolonging the moment she would enclose his shaft was part of the thrill. Feeling his agitation build until that took place was incredibly exhilarating. Surely he understood a mouth never felt sweeter on his dick until he reached an intolerable point. If she simply gave into his urge, the satisfaction wouldn't be nearly as lasting. Kevin would soon learn how adept her oral skills were. She had yet to meet a man who didn't value the talent of her hot, sucking lips.
In response, she flicked at the underside of his shaft and traced the heavy vein with a butterfly technique that made him shudder. She could plainly see his cock growing larger from her efforts. With lustful precision, she returned to the tip with a pleasure-giving slurp.
Kevin gasped at the lips that pecked at the top of his dick, wanting them to descend over him in one continuous swallow. Linda's sexy spittle frustrated him. Her drool sizzled upon contact. He wanted more of his cock to get wet. He barely fought off the urge to seize the back of her head and shove it down her throat. As a licensed companion, he had to restrict himself from taking such action. The customer was given her satisfaction first. Remaining steadfast in position, she nibbled his head while the rest of him ached for dramatic consumption. God-he wanted nothing more than to be totally engulfed by those delectable lips, until they reached the base of his cock. For a second, he wondered if she was afraid of choking. Admittedly, he was enormous; length, however, shouldn't be an obstacle. He was quite sure he would fit nicely in her mouth. Now that she had his hormones at boiling pitch, she yearned to complete the task.
"Come on, baby," he mentioned between clenched teeth, "swallow it. Show me how much you can take."
Linda recognized the urgency in his tone. That served as confirmation. Sliding her hands over his ass and firmly cupping them, she parted her lips and took all she could. His cock went into her anxious mouth with an abandoned thrust. She caught the pronounced throb of his shaft as every bit of his dick was made juicy.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, enjoying this tasty part of him. She moved slowly up and down his cock, devouring it with a flourish. Her lips traveled in a flow of saliva, trailed by sweet friction. Inch upon inch engaged her throat structure. Never once did she relent in her bid to take him whole.
"Oh, Jesus," he grunted, ill-equipped for this change in routine. From her manner, he had prepared himself for several more moments of licking; he hadn't expected to be completely covered by her mouth. His fingers slipped through her abundance of dark hair, pulling her fast to his rigid thing. For a second, he almost lost control. The impulse to shoot in her mouth overruled him, yet he managed to place it in check. If she was to obtain maximum benefit, his orgasm would have to be delayed as long as possible. He searched for the stamina to meet the constriction of her lips and not explode. He steadily drove through her face, finally recognizing his return of power. "Yeah, baby. Do it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Let me touch those tonsils. Bring those lips down to my balls. Oh, yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Linda massaged his cock with her lips. Bubbles of saliva streamed down his shaft, only to be captured by her weaving tongue. She elicited groans of pleasure from him as she worked him with her mouth. His back slammed to the wall in reply to the force she exerted. Sucking noises echoed. The sounds she made increased his gratification. There was no way to halt the craving to suck his dick. Attaching herself to something so big and alive spurred her.
She released his ass and circled his balls. They were compact, filled with cum. She sucked harder on Kevin, hungry for it. Her mouth watered for those hot squirts that were sure to happen when Kevin couldn't handle another minute of her cock-wringing technique.
For a split second, Kevin almost forgot he was inside the mouth of a client. He sweltered within the confines of her cock-pleasuring lips. It took considerable effort to clear his mind of all fragmentation. He glared down at the brunette bobbing between his legs, eating his dick. His pulse jumped, watching her absorb every bit of him. Once again, he entertained thoughts of jamming it down her throat, but curbed them. He had decided he was going to create an illusion that would last the length of his visit. He was going to become Linda's fantasy, in the flesh.
"You like it, don't you?" he muttered. "You like putting your mouth all over it. Yeah. I can see how much. Ahhhhhh. Keep doing that. More. Suck it good. Suck my cock. Keep it wet.
Blow me."
His harsh directives did not offend Linda in the least-they escalated her excitement. She made ever louder noises as she mouthed him. She scooped up his balls with a sweet caress, then brought her lips to the heavy stem of his cock. The amount she took was definitely large, but she looked beyond any discomfort to finish the job. Kevin's hoarse breathing encouraged her greatly. When the back of his head thudded against the wall and he trembled, she was convinced she was in control.
Kevin clamped her head and began feeding her his cock in a frantic swing of his hips. His balls rocked toward her chin. He buried himself in Linda's face, oblivious to all but the receptacle she supplied. Her resulting squeals were interpreted positively. She received all of him without complaint. White hot desire snared him, driving him forward. At first, he couldn't remember feeling any sort of friction as he buried himself into that warm, wet void, but as he fucked it for several moments, Linda began to respond with some semblance of sucking. Eventually, he experienced the pull of her lips and sweep of her tongue. He couldn't help but avail himself to this opening and the oral pleasure it furnished. His groin bounced off her lips as he smacked into them again and again.
"Yeah, let me fuck your face, baby," he groaned, stuffing himself between the lips molded to his cock. "Let me fuck it. Ahhhhhhhh. I've got to fuck that mouth. Gotta go deep. Oh, baby, you do that so good. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. I can't get enough of you, can I?"
Christ, he couldn't believe the head he was getting. It was indescribable. Deep, animal groans emerged from the bottom of his throat. He plunged into her face, deriving intense satisfaction. Linda went down on him like a seasoned professional. His balls were aching for relief. Once again, he found himself fighting the urge to shoot, given the seductive rhythm she effected. His coolness was deserting him. The stimulation was high octane. He couldn't permit himself to cum-not so quickly. He didn't want their session to end prematurely in her mouth.
"Are you going to swallow it, baby?" he gasped in a feverish sweat. "You want to taste my cum? I'll bet you do. Keep going and you'll have a whole lot. Work it up from my balls. Work it up with those lips. Yeah. Suck me harder, faster. You know it'll be good. I've got so much to give you. So much-"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Kevin's fingers tightened around her head as he shoved his cock into that sweet opening. He watched the disappearance of his dick through a haze of dripping sweat and blazing heat. Linda visibly enjoyed swallowing him. It was as though she had denied herself this delicacy for an eternity, and planned to catch up with what she had missed.
Linda could tell Kevin was about to cum. She usually sensed when a man was at the verge of orgasm. The quickness of breath, the deeper groans, the intense shaking and the pool of sweat contributed to that conclusion. She sucked harder on him, willing him to cum. She wanted him to explode in her mouth. Her lips worked him in a frenzy. Her hand curved around his balls, encouraging him to finish.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she sobbed, letting her spit ooze down his excited cock. Instead of making an attempt to reclaim it, she had it trickle to his balls. As the drifting globs hit their target, he elicited a choking sound.
Kevin tried to maintain his study of her ecstasy-ridden features, but was overcome by the fury of Linda's mouth. He balled his fists and slammed them against the wall as the concentration it vented upon him caused him to erupt.
"Arrrgghhhhhhhhhh," he howled, shooting into her mouth. "Uggghhhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhhhh!"
Even as he flooded her cheeks with cum, Linda's sucking didn't weaken. She continued to milk him with her lips, drawing the hot goo from his cumhole after the several gushings. Kevin gave her a delicious treat. Though she gulped most of it, some spilled along the corner of her lips and dribbled down her chin. She wasn't about to disengage herself to attend to the mess-not until she was sure she got the last of his ooze.
"Jesus," Kevin muttered, slumping against the wall. He could barely stand another second. His knees were about to buckle after that mind-blowing discharge. A few moments after Linda detached herself from his semi-hard dick, he slid down the wall until he was face to face with those fuck-me eyes. His long, hairy thighs surrounded her knelt figure. "Whew. That was some suck."
She smiled at him, making no attempt to wipe her mouth. Sighing, she appeared ready for more. "Don't tell me you're wiped out."
"Not by a long shot." He grasped her shoulders and dragged her to her feet. Although she had temporarily disarmed him, he was by no means rendered useless. He still possessed most of his energy, and rebounded. With a flick of his thumbs, he made her nipples pop out of the bikini top. Those appetizing nuggets were ripe for sucking. He placed his mouth over them and used his tongue to effect.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Linda sobbed, feeling the wind get knocked out of her. Bursts of joy overtook her. She wasn't quite prepared for the raw enjoyment it provided. Kevin succeeded in rocking her very foundation. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhhh. Suck them. Suck those tits."
Kevin helped himself to both. They were twin globes of soft perfection begging for attention. He mouthed them generously, making furious contact. He puckered and sucked and licked them to her contentment. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
A flurry of tingles assaulted her. She moaned, pleased with the stimulation his sucking afforded her. Cupping his head, she ran her fingers through his thick blond hair. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yes. I like that very much. Suck harder. Gently scrape them with your teeth. You're making them stiff. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Linda's nipples weren't the only things getting stiff, Kevin thought, as his cock swelled to full size. He was ready to give her pussy some much needed action. He kicked his Speedos off, then threw his legs out. "Come sit on me, baby," he said in a hoarse voice filled with urgency. "Let's give your pussy something it hasn't had in a long time."
"What makes you think I haven't had it lately?" she asked, lightheaded. "I can tell."
Once again, Linda was drawn to his insolence. He was exactly the kind of man her husband could never have been-but the kind she loved to fuck. Mmmmmmmmm. She was definitely going to enjoy her membership to Companions Unlimited.
She pulled back the section of her bikini that covered her pussy. After spending ten nonstop minutes on his cock, she had gotten sopping wet. Having warm male flesh in her mouth-particularly in a throbbing state-generally had that effect on her. Relatively little stimulation was required in making herself moist for penetration at this point. Getting her tits sucked helped, but touching a cock with her lips got her there faster.
Linda stuck a finger into a cunt. "Ohhhhhhhh. Yes, I haven't felt something nice and hard inside here for quite a while." Very slowly, she withdrew it. "Mmmmmmmmmm. Look how juicy I am."
He pulled her onto his lap. Her shapely ass sweetly slid into position. "Your wait has ended. Here comes the real thing-served the way you always dreamed."
As he inserted the plump head into her pussy, she rolled her tongue along the rim of her lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. You're getting me so fucking horny. I hope you last a lot longer this time, baby. I'm going to ride you like never before. It's going to feel so good."
"That's what I'm expecting." He seized her shoulders and pushed her down on it. "What you had moments ago was a warm-up. This is the main event."
Linda moaned as Kevin's cock slid through her tight pussy. He pressed firmly through the hot clutch of muscle, forcing her inner walls to widen as more and more of himself was introduced. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, God. Is that thing big! Oh, yeah, let's make it fit." She helped, plowing down with her snatch. His rigid dick felt good. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Her mouth dropped open. She grabbed him by the biceps and stroked him with her nails. She wanted to watch it go in, but was overwhelmed by the amount of stimulation. Her eyes automatically shut; when they opened, they flickered, then rolled up in her sockets. "Oh, my God. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Kevin couldn't fake it; Linda's pussy was incredible. He was caught up in that moist enclosure, feeling it cling to him like a second skin. "Oh, yeah. Cover me with those juicy lips, baby. Slide that pussy right over my cock. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Yeah. Ride me, baby, ride me. Fuck me good. Fuck my big dick."
Linda's vision blurred as she settled onto that heavy shaft. It was undeniable pleasure, being situated on a real man. She couldn't hide her excitement; even minimizing it to retain her authority was totally impossible. She let that cock dig deep into her snatch, prying her apart. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. It was abundantly satisfying. When his balls grazed the insides of her thighs, she knew she finally reached bottom. His dick was completely embedded, high in her pussy. She was fully crammed. "Oh, God-what a rush."
"Too much for you?" he asked, as sweat trickled from his brow.
Linda was never one to admit defeat. Even at the height of sexual excitement, she refused. She matched his confident expression with a teasing smile. "Not a chance."
Kevin watched as she dove into it with wild abandon. Her hips moved lamely, then gathered speed as she stroked his stiff cock. He gasped as she squeezed it through her clenched pussy, making him slick with her ample juice. She seemed game for the challenge of handling what he gave her. He fucked back, fighting against all that female energy, shoving himself in to the hilt. "Yeah. Fuck it. Fuck me. Go for it, baby. Take it all into that warm pussy. Yeah. Take me deep. Bury me up there. Do it, baby. Squeeze me with that hot, hungry snatch."
Linda took it quite seriously as she rose and dropped onto him. She swung her tits at his chest, tempting him with her erect nipples. She dared him to touch them as they swelled in his direction. Manipulating that solid mass with her taut cunt lips produced more juice. She oozed over that hard thing until it became slippery. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I don't want this to stop. I want hours of this." The sensation of being filled by a man left her breathless. She anchored herself firmly in position, catching the sight of his shaft jamming its way into her snatch. She felt his balls slap her ass as she intensified her rhythm. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She loved sitting on a big dick.
Kevin slid his thighs up until they brushed the curve of Linda's back. He circled her waist with his hands, then shoved himself high into her pussy. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. He was gratified by her frenzied response. Although Linda cried out upon impact, he noticed how her pussy rushed back to him with its squishy embrace. Ahhhhhhhhhh. He was going to provide the hardness she needed to get off. He would make her cum so hard, her vocal cords would hurt.
He peered into her blue eyes and noted she had distanced herself from everything but her individual pleasure. He was smug in his ability to provide her something that perhaps couldn't be duplicated. Sure, there were studs out there, but none that matched his skill. He was confident in his ability to satisfy her.
Challenge fueled his veins. He felt it as he thrust inside her again and again. Let her receive satisfaction from his cunt-pleasing strokes. Let her orgasm be as explosive as the one she gave him. He wanted Linda to recommend the personal service she received to her rich, bored friends. He wanted to see Companions Unlimited thrive.
Kevin sat back with a thin film of perspiration covering his face as he watched her take pleasure. He delighted in her soft whimpers as her pussy milked him. Though it might have been acceptable to continue letting her fuck him, he gave her some powerized thrusts of his own.
He finally took advantage of those nipples. Enclosing each bud between his fingers, he gave them an arousing pinch. His tweak was welcomed by a gratified moan. Linda tossed her hair over her shoulder, then arched her back. Her tits were held high as she rode him. She bore down on him, ramming her snatch to capacity with that bone-solid cock; even when she pulled away until only his nectar-drenched head was submerged, she immediately came back for more with a resounding plunge and delighted squeal.
"Give it to me," she sobbed. "Give it to me hard! Don't hold back! I want you as stiff as possible-as far as you'll go!" Sweat flicked off her nipples, sprinkling onto his expanding chest. Her eyes had that sex-glazed, vacant look. She was clearly conscious of little more than her own pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yeah. More. Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me as hard as you can!"
Linda took a moment to observe him in the throes of ecstasy. She viewed his fiery response after her moist pussy smacked the base of his cock several times. His staying power pleased her. Men of lesser prowess would have quickly shot inside of her undergoing the steady blows of her pussy. Few could handle the heightened levels of excitement for extended periods. His dick pumped her, bouncing against her walls of resistance.
Her tits pitched in each direction, glistening with sweat, above his chest. She gathered them up and wrung the moisture from her rock-hard nipples. "Ohhhhhhhhh." Without missing a beat, she hurled herself over him. Their flesh made a wet thud upon impact. The bristly texture of his matting scratched her excited nubs as she worked them through the coarse mesh. Eventually, she met his soaked skin. Kevin let out a searing cry.
"Jesus," he muttered as she raked those swollen nuggets back and forth over his heated surface. He enclosed her ass cheeks, attempting to steady the wild force mounted on his lap. Linda did not relent in her unrestrained thrusts. It was as though she were intent on milking him of cum. "Oh, Jesus "
"Yeah, baby," she moaned, slithering against him, sending her hot breath over his face. That, accompanied by the delicious feeling of being squeezed deeply inside her pussy, brought him closer to orgasm than he wanted to be. He quickly revised his blueprint, knowing she could make him cum with those frenzied strokes.
Gripping her by the shoulders, he launched into some intense fucking. He concentrated on her expression and the frenzied motion with which he worked his cock. After lunging into that cunt for several uninterrupted seconds, he sensed her compliance. She no longer seemed able to focus on making him cum.
"Yeah," he muttered, burying himself deep between her legs. "Yeah, baby. Here. Feel it. Feel it fuck you. It's talking to your pussy."
Linda detected a lack of control as she fell victim to his expert fucking. In the past, she was able to separate herself from the waves of pleasure, but Kevin's style overwhelmed her. She was really enjoying it, opening herself up to that pleasing cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Those rough, even strokes took command of her senses. She had no choice but to spasm.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out as that last, joyful thrust hit its mark. She compressed her pussy to his manly bulk, riddled with contractions. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming-"
"Yeah," he groaned, shoving himself through her quivering squish. "Yeah. Cum for me. Let me feel you cum around my hard dick. Yeah."
She stared into his eyes, wanting to capture the expression of power over her. He seemed proud to have gotten her off. "Cum in me," she murmured. "Please. Cum in me.. .now."
Kevin rolled her onto her back so he could have complete control. Linda had no energy left with which to complain, breathlessly submitting to his preference. He launched into ceaseless pumping, making their groins slap as he fed her his orgasm-hungry cock. His balls whacked her as he sank through her juicy cunt lips.
"Oh, yes," Linda sobbed as he ground against her clit, affording her acute satisfaction. "Cum in my pussy. Please hurry. I want you to cum. I want it so much."
Kevin saw the urgency in her complexion as he fought to put out the fiery itch between his legs. Their flesh slammed together in wanton confirmation of their lust. He liked seeing her beg for it. His grip on her tightened. Her slippery flesh was almost impossible to grab, yet he managed. He aimed for her furthest recesses with each thrust of his cock. "Yeah, baby. Here it comes. I've got more for you."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Uggghhhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhh. Uggghhhhh!"
She saw his features screw up a second before he emptied the last of his jism into her pussy. Wrapping her arms around him, she soothed him as he discharged. "Yes! Ohhhhhhhhh. Yes, baby. Cum in me."
Slowly, he disengaged himself, dragging air into his lungs. Sweat poured heavily from his body. Linda massaged herself, smiling. The enjoyment he gave her was immeasurable.
It took only a moment for him to recover.
"Shall we make plans for dinner?"
Her lips curved. "I'd like that."
He placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed it. "I hope we'll see more of each other."
"That would be nice."
Linda saw her subscribing regularly to Companions Unlimited. If they continued to send her men of Kevin's quality, she would give them steady business.
Her life didn't seem quite so empty-and unexciting.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marianne's date with her Companions Unlimited escort was about to occur. She had prepared thoroughly for whatever twists materialized. Though she wasn't keen on having sex with the hunk sent her, she had to establish proof that stud service was very much being provided.
Marianne had worked diligently in setting up the appointment. From her encounter with the membership division, she learned that a "check" was run on each and every new participant. Backgrounds were researched, credit investigations conducted, criminal records perused. Few details escaped scrutiny.
In order to qualify, Marianne had to invent an identity and plant support documentation as needed. Working for Snitch facilitated the process. Several tabloids were able to defeat various systems and concoct alias for their reports so that slipping through the "transom" was simplified.
Once she had been granted approval, Marianne had to specify the kind of man she wished. Since she had given up men ages ago, describing one proved an ordeal. That chapter had been closed. At that time, however, she had to be forthcoming.
A magazine was within her scope of reach. She flipped through it and spotted an ad for designer suits. The man featured in the picture had dark, dashing looks. "Make it an Italian," she stated with conviction. "Tall, lean, virile."
"Virile?" the voice questioned on the line, as though not comprehending the purpose. Sex, though implied, had not been a promised option.
"In a suit, of course."
Marianne giggled at her dramatic abilities. Whether or not she convinced that person of her innocence was irrelevant. Surely other women who called feigned ignorance of the procurable benefits. New members were probably treated with kid gloves until their first encounter with the escort.
"And the event?" she was questioned while on the phone. "What event will you be attending."
"Does it matter?"
"Your escort will have to dress accordingly."
"Of course. How silly of me." She hoped she hadn't blown it by failing to supply that piece of information. "I'm going to a party given by an old acquaintance. They'll all be bringing their husbands and boyfriends. I need to be seen with someone that complements my image." She had told them that she was Director of Human Resources for a major corporation and never had the opportunity to meet men cut from the right fabric.
The interviewer seemed sympathetic to her plight. "I'll send Angelo to you."
Angelo sounded very Italian-even macho, in Marianne's opinion. She envisioned a strapping man of athletic posture. "Yes. He'll do nicely."
The time grew near for Angelo's arrival. Marianne had sent Desiree off to the movies for the night. If her girlfriend had an inkling of what she was doing, she would be shocked. Marianne had repeatedly mentioned men bore no erotic impact on her. She had ceased to find them exciting.
Of course, Marianne wasn't planning on actually fucking the stud they sent. She had hidden video cameras at the ready to capture the escort's illicit proposal. Her entire "date" would be chronicled for her boss and the buying public of Snitch. The money she would get for the story would keep her in the black for months.
At seven o'clock sharp, the doorbell sounded. Marianne had dressed carefully for her guest. The plunging neckline of her blouse revealed more tit that any other garment in her wardrobe. Her skirt had a wicked slit up its side, baring a sumptuous portion of thigh. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and gave her reflection a final inspection. Preparing herself for a man was almost a forgotten art. Marianne had patterned her style of dress to suit Desiree, who favored the sexy clothes she wore. She pondered whether those same outfits would be responsible for giving some guy a hard-on.
It wasn't all that long ago that she had anticipated the arrival of her old boyfriend, Doug-the one who had hurt her so badly that she had given up on men. Back then, Marianne had fun selecting such enticing items as black lingerie, crotchless panties, and the like. She had gotten a charge out of her boyfriend's face when she answered the door attired in such.
That pleasant memory was overridden by the scam Doug had pulled. Money Marianne had diligently saved for lean times was stripped from her savings account and placed in his personal one. Naturally, he disappeared from sight. Marianne had never felt so utterly betrayed.
Consigning her boyfriend to the past, Marianne turned the knob and admitted her visitor. Angelo, her paid consort, grinned. She blinked, unsure the reaction she just had was genuine. She acknowledged a flush come over her cheeks, followed by the cool tingling of her skin. The opposite sex usually didn't effect her, but Angelo had. He was exactly as she had described to the interviewer: tall, dark-haired, and manly. His ruggedly handsome features were a plus. For a moment, it was as though she had never abandoned straight sex.
"Miss Summers, I presume?" he mentioned smoothly, as though to break the ice.
"Yes, of course." She recovered and permitted him to enter. The color in her cheeks had receded, as had her inflamed condition. Marianne was quick to reassert control. The video camera had been activated. Their "date" was being put on public record going forth from that minute. "Please, come in."
Angelo assessed her in a frank fashion, as though taking silent measurements. His dark eyes flashed while scanning her slim figure. Her sexy outfit met with his visible enjoyment. When his nod of approval came, she felt relief-even though it was absolutely unnecessary. "I understand we're attending a dinner party."
"In a while," she indicated. "Have a seat. We don't have to leave for at least another hour."
Angelo had no problem with that. He threw his lengthy frame into her sofa and sought a relaxed position. His movements were robust, as though flaunting a savage masculinity. His long legs were set far apart, drawing emphasis to his crotch and its unique shape. Marianne almost fell into the trap of glimpsing it. She didn't want to seem too anxious to want him, and yet, Angelo dictated that urge.
The prospect of flaunting her flesh before him aroused Marianne. She wanted to see more of his glazed expression, the hot yearning etched in his features. That dormant part of her yearned to remember a man's apparent enthusiasm. Her ego demanded it.
"So you're an escort from Companions Unlimited," she began, taking a seat beside him and crossing her shapely legs. Her hem hiked up her pretty thigh-a calculated move. "You certainly fit the part. My, but aren't you a stud."
Angelo shrugged. "We're judged by our looks."
"I'm sure you passed the test with flying colors." She nudged him with her leg and received a strong electrical current. Wow! Her nipples peeked through the thin material of her blouse, advertising her emotional state. "Tell me, what do you have to do to qualify?"
"I'm not sure what you mean." He played innocent.
"Are there certain things expected of you?" When he merely smirked, she went on. "Don't you have to occasionally perform for your dates?"
"The fee you pay entitles you to my company, period. If you're suggesting sexual favors, that is not part of the package."
"How much extra does it cost?" she purred, brushing him with her tits. Again, that surge of passion returned. She was surprised by its strength, building in waves. Marianne was unaccustomed to feeling lust for a man.
"Companions Unlimited does not sell sex, Miss Summers."
"Please, call me Marianne."
"We're not a prostitution service."
"You mean to tell me that wad of money I just paid your company doesn't enable me to one free roll in the hay?"
His Adam's apple rippled in rebuttal. His eyes scanned every inch of her body.
She nudged his knee with hers. "What if I wanted you to fuck me? Would you?"
"Pardon me?"
Tingling was rampant through her body. The swell of excitement filtered to every nerve ending. Her nipples bulged through her blouse at him. Her cunt perceptively tightened in anticipation-impelled by a dribbling moisture. Her breathing quickened, as well as her pulse. The texture of the material against her skin rendered a sensual effect. She was no longer in control of her senses. She thought of how nice it would be to mold herself to him and feel his manly body tremble.
"I'm sure you've thought about fucking the women you squire to various functions. That thought must pass through your mind. We women dress so carefully to entice, provoke. Surely you've wanted to satisfy your curiosity with some, just as I'm sure they've wanted to see you naked."
Angelo declined her steamy suggestion. He sat perfectly still, unaffected by her nearness.
His refusal could have almost been labeled an irritation if she hadn't forged ahead. "Angelo," she purred. "What are you thinking?" Boldly, she straddled him. Her slim thighs went around him as she settled herself in his lap. He made no motion to stop her from mounting him. Her tits were level with his face. Her nipples were very close to his mouth. "What if I told you I had to have you this very minute? What if I told you I didn't care about attending that dinner and wanted to stay here so we could fuck our brains out?"
She was making it difficult for him to ignore the profusion of sweet flesh just inches from his mouth. Her tits surged in their scant confines, on the verge of popping out. "Marianne," he clearly stated, "you're out of line. We don't cater to the sexually deprived. We're professional escorts."
"Don't I look good?" she baited him. "Isn't my body nice? I'll bet you'd like to do things to it-things you've only imagined."
He grinned. "Are you propositioning me? Do you want it that bad?"
She gave a full-throated laugh. She wasn't asking for more than he normally gave to others. She wriggled about, feeling his cock getting hard. "You want it, too. You're excited, Angelo. In fact-very excited."
Marianne forgot about the video camera whirring in its hidden place and about her retreat from men in general. Angelo got her hot. She could feel desire smoldering inside her. Her hunger could not be controlled.
Angelo was unable to do anything more than lower his face into her cleavage. He had tried to resist the lure of her tits, but she wouldn't let him. She heard his groan as he mouthed her billowy globes. God! He attached his lips with a vengeance.
She tilted her head back and let out a small cry. "Ohhhhhhh, oh, Angelo, oh, God."
Her tits fell out as he worked them with his tongue. Her erect nipple demanded oral attention-and got it. He enclosed the stiff nub, circling it, trailing saliva. His slurps were satisfying. She moaned at his suck. He was quite good with his mouth. She embraced his head, guiding it to the areas that most stimulated her. She wanted to feel his breath on her skin while his tongue dampened it. She was in complete ecstasy, enjoying this assault to her senses.
His style differed from Desiree's. He wasn't nearly as gentle, but promoted a deep-seated passion that wasn't easily negotiated.
"Ohhhhhh, suck my tits. It's okay, I want you to. Ohhhhh, Angelo, that feels so good. Slide your tongue all over the nipple and scrape it with your teeth. Ohhhhhhhhh." She rubbed that bulge of his with her cunt. Since her pussy was juicy, she figured she must be getting his pants wet. Angelo didn't seem to mind, however, thus deleting her concern. His foremost thought was getting as much of her tit in his mouth as he could. "Suck it, Angelo, lick my tit. Yes, more."
His hands freely roamed her body. His fondling provoked a fever that was widespread. She allowed him to touch her wherever he wished: her ass, her tits-even the finger by her snatch didn't alarm her. It wasn't until he inserted it in her cunthole that she suspected they were fast approaching the end zone.
A little feeling up wasn't going to matter, but dealing with that big cock of his surely would. Even now, having straddled him, she couldn't stop herself from grinding her pelvis against that hard wedge. The contact her clit made with it propelled her rubbing it fast and heatedly. God, it felt great. She was given occasion to know what a rigid cock could do. That hot friction summoned impulses she couldn't begin to regulate.
That familiar warning sounded in the middle of her brain telling her to not to go too far. She wanted to demonstrate that Companions Unlimited offered sex-on-call to those willing to pay. It was nonessential for her to go through the motions. She didn't have to let that cock go in her pussy. She hadn't had one in her for ages and had almost forgotten the way it felt deep inside her.
She was, however, getting caught up in the thick of it. Her lustfulness defeated her. She threw caution to the wind, not slowing for an instant.
"Oh, Angelo," she whispered huskily in his ear as he sank his finger into her. "Ohhhhhhhhh, yes, stick it in me. Mmmmmmmmm." She rotated her pussy, treating herself to the myriad sensations that were derived from his penetration.
Angelo took his mouth off her tit and went for her lips. His tongue plunged into her fast, engaging hers in play. She could not ignore its demand for reciprocation. She moaned, wiggling against that limber tip. She considered the persistence of it and indulged herself with a fantasy of being licked by such force. Ohhhhhhh. Being slurped to satisfaction by such manly power appealed to her.
He cupped her tits while they were locked in that passionate kiss. Her nipples scorched the insides of his palms. The flick of his thumbs to her distended nipples had her trembling. Angelo was very much the expert. He was totally aware of which buttons to press to yield startling results.
He uncovered her mouth, only to seek the base of her throat. His suck made her light-headed. She hadn't expected such a dizzying reaction. Little by little, Angelo was stripping her defense system. His technique was so polished and subtle that she simply fell for it.
"Ohhhh, oh, Angelo. Oh, baby, you're getting me so hot. Maybe we ought to stop for a while and catch our breath."
Angelo was deaf to her suggestion. Instead, he fondled her in such a way that she abandoned her plea. His hands streamed over her aroused flesh, fanning the flames of desire. He squeezed her ass, sinking his thumbs into her crack and stroking her engorged pussy lips. Her clit, starved for physical contact, received a healthy dose. She quivered in his arms, welcoming it. She gasped in Angelo's face, then answered his flight of eroticism by grinding his stiff crotch with her pussy.
"You've got me hot, too," he confessed in a hoarse voice. "Oh, baby, I've got to have you-now, right here, on this sofa."
"Ohhhhh, oh, God, ohhhhhhhhhh," she bit her lip, shaking. Damn it, but she was crazed with lust.
"Can't wait. Can't help myself, Marianne. I've got to have some of you right now."
His cock was so swollen, bulging from his pants, that she realized how serious his statement was. Marianne momentarily panicked. She was sorry they had gotten that far. She didn't think she could handle taking a huge cock like his into her cunt. Not only was she uncertain it would fit, but she didn't want to go that distance. It wasn't necessary to depict her total surrender on the video she was creating for Snitch. She was required to merely confirm what Companions Unlimited was all about.
Angelo steered her onto her back. She writhed against the pillows, too horny to resist. "Oh, yeah. I want you, baby. You've got me worked up. I can't stop now. I need it bad."
Angelo didn't get on top of her. The undertaking she predicted seemed not to be his choice. He scooped her tits up in his hand and sucked them. Once again, a flood of stimulation overtook her senses. She thrust her chest out to him, offering it freely and urgently. He ran his tongue around her nipples, then lapped them with an invigorating force. They enlarged at this outbreak of passion. Concern deserted her, only to have her succumb to the gratification his tongue provided.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, mm mm mm mm," she panted, hankering for those feverish licks. "Yes, yes." She embraced his head, guiding him. This action was unnecessary, as Angelo knew exactly what to do. His breath against her skin, combined with the sweep of saliva, sent her into oblivion. He took liberal portions of her billowy flesh in his mouth, squeezing it with his lips. He seemed to savor every bit he had. His vibrations commanded that she yield to him-which she eagerly did. The scrape of his teeth to her nipple-a gentle bite-brought her quickly to heaven.
Angelo wasn't to stayed rooted in that position. He worked his way down to her wet pussy. His nose and mouth trailed there in mounting anticipation. He opened her cunt lips with his tongue, slipping it into her plush flesh until he uncovered her swollen clit. His lazy slurp had her combing her fingers through his hair.
"Oh, God," she moaned, enjoying it. Lucille, her editor, was going to see her getting eaten on video! Although the prospect didn't delight her, Marianne wasn't of the mind to stop him. "Oh, yes, lick me there. Suck my pussy. Use your tongue on it. Rub it with your mouth."
Angelo went at it like a pro. He ate generously of her cunt, spearing through drenched flesh until she was crying out for more. He devoured her as though he hadn't eaten pussy in months. His hot tongue plummeted in her snatch, seeking the source of her lubrication; as he dragged it out, she whimpered. He tongue-fucked her with sweet fury.
"Mmmmmmm," he grunted between her legs, running his lips over and over her aroused cunt flesh while piercing her hole. He was very hungry, diving into her snatch. His tongue achieved perpetual motion, swinging back and forth, assaulting her clit in such a manner that the flow of stimulation came at her in waves. "Mmmmm, oh, it's so good, so juicy, Marianne. I've gotta eat it. I've gotta eat your snatch."
She thought he would drive her insane with that teasing lick. His fingertips massaged around her pinned back lips. The wild exhalations he took made the insides of her thighs prickle. Angelo was as pleased to perform this act as she was to accept it. He tongued her clit for a short while, testing her hot juices with a dip of his finger. When she was nice and slick, he filled his mouth with her savory cunt. He packed all the squishiness he could between his suctioning lips.
The subsequent probes into her cunt were long and satisfying. Angelo helped himself to her abundant nectar, downing it as though it were honey.
"Angelo, you're making me so wet, so hot. Oh, God, don't stop licking me. Suck up those juices, clean my moist snatch with your tongue. Rub my clit with your mouth. Oh, baby, you do it so good. I can't get enough. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Angelo, suck it, suck my pussy. Oh, yes, suck it good. Stick that tongue in me. Jam it into my cunt. Ohhhhhhhhhh, oh, God, yes, keep.doing it. Slurp my clit. Concentrate on that swollen dot. Faster, ohhhhhhhhh, faster, please, faster. Ohhhhhhhhh."
She scarcely heard his groans of contentment as he delved into her. Marianne was only alert to her squeals of joy and rapid heartbeat. She curved her back and widened the space between her thighs. Her long, flawless legs hooked over his shoulders, fastening him to her. She rocked her pussy to him, smudging his face with her tangy juices.
Her clit swelled beneath his ardent laps. An expanding bliss coursed through her body. She was engulfed by this rush realizing that she was rapidly approaching a satisfying conclusion. She saw how much he yearned to make her cum. His tongue rapidly wiggled into her cunt flesh, facilitating that goal. She clutched his head, trembling. "Angelo, you're going to make me cum. Ohhhhhhhh, oh, yes, ohhhhhhhhh. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
She fed him that hot squish raging between her legs. She swung it to his mouth, ordering him to swallow what he licked, what had oozed out of her. Her cries spurred him. He knew she lacked the discipline to hold back.
"Angelo," she swallowed hard, digging her head into the pillow. Her heels sank into his back, her body tensing. "Oh, my God, ohhhhhhh, I'm cumming, cumming."
She spasmed in his face with his tongue planted in her cunt. She pretended it was his cock about to pump her full of hot goo. In the throes of orgasm, it pleased her to think she could gratify him.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she sputtered, fighting for oxygen. "Ohhhhhh."
The frantic sucking taking place between her legs produced sounds that stirred her. She lay back, her head spinning, offering Angelo her creamy snatch. He devoured her with the fiercest appetite she'd seen. She reached behind her head, grasped a pillow and clung to it as a result of that frenzy. She held her stiff nipples high, undergoing a prolonged orgasm. Still, he went down on her.
He was so hungry for it, she must have cum several times before he realized what he'd done. Orgasm came upon Marianne swiftly. She had little time to prepare herself. The torrent of passion swept over her, claiming her senses at a dizzying pace. She had long since lost control, abandoning herself to his pleasure. She arched her back, savoring the series of contractions that racked her body. She lost count of how many she'd had. After a while, they blurred together. It was one lengthy, glorious session that had no end.
Marianne couldn't remember sex being that intense with Desiree. In fact, she couldn't recall cumming nearly as hard. When Desiree ate her, it was a totally different sensation.
Her memory touched on Doug. Yes, Doug had had the power to give her those kinds of orgasms. He had sapped her strength with his tongue. As quickly as that reminder surfaced, she hurled it back to the distant past. She didn't want him to intrude on her happiness.
"Ohhhhhh, oh, God." Her sensual lips twisted as she went into a seizure. Her eyeballs rolled upward and she shook, burning with fever. Even at the height of pleasure, Angelo's tongue didn't cease nor reduce its intensity. Her ass shifted beneath his lapping force. There seemed to be no escape from that darting tongue. Even when she snapped away from him, Angelo's hands fastened to her hips and held her secure until he plunged that sweet tongue into her crevice. Sliding through her hot squish, he made her cry out huskily. Her sodden cunt lips divided, admitting that curling tip into her body. His entry left her weak and begging for more. "Angelo, oh, baby, ohhhhhhhhh! More, do it more. Make me cum some more. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
When he wasn't probing Marianne with his tongue, he was pinching her succulent cunt flesh with his lips. He enclosed the pink warmth, then tugged it affectionately. It was as though he was wringing its flavor. Her woman taste must have driven him mad.
"Eat me, Angelo, eat me. Eat my pussy! Yes, you're making me cum with your mouth, with your tongue. Ohhhhhhhhhh." He snaked into her honey-rich pussy, scooping the nectar. No matter how much he lapped, the ooze was quickly replenished. She moaned as the moisture seeped from her loins, then got sucked by Angelo. "Ohhhhhh, eat it, lick me. Ohhhhhhh."
Angelo growled in delight, feeding upon her sopping tissue. He appeared ready to exhaust Marianne, smearing his face in her snatch. His indefatigable style left her breathless. She knew-relatively soon-she wouldn't be able to handle another slurp. She was wearing out.. .and he hadn't even got started. There would be a price to pay for all this intimate attention, whether she could afford it or not. Until orgasm sobered her, Marianne couldn't begin to deal with it.
The problem was, when she finished climaxing in his face, Angelo started another journey to exhilaration. Never once had he asked if she had enough. Even if she did, Marianne doubted he'd want to stop. He wanted to keep her in a feverish state. Of course, she continually responded to that demand.
Gradually, her hands released the pillow behind her head and covered her tits. She cupped the aroused flesh, tweaking her nipples. They ached from excitement, having remained swollen throughout Angelo's meal. She moistened her fingertips with her spit and caressed those stiff nubs. Ohhhhhhh. The bubbles forming around them had her tingling. She wished he would suck on her tits and give her clit a rest. She couldn't take much more of his licking.
Angelo launched into a suck that informed Marianne she would cum harder than ever before. Her body shook, awaiting the spasms that would invariably strike. Her mouth dropped open as his slurps deepened. Stimulation branched out to every nerve ending, originating from her clit. She was nearing the explosion point.
"Angelo, oh, my God, ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmmmmm," he murmured, operating his tongue like a lethal weapon.
"Ohhhhh." She couldn't stand it. The pleasure was more startling than ever. She was woozy from the collective sensations. Angelo brought her farther than before. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Angelo didn't spare a moment. Marianne heard the buckle of his pants, followed by his zipper. His quickness of breath also should have warned her. He lifted his cunt-coated face from between her legs, revealing a look of urgency. He was intense-serious about what he wanted. His lusty expression loomed at her. Those dark pupils of his searched her face, urging her to comply. Eating her had sent him into an agitated state; he needed to relieve himself of that frustration.
She was definitely in no shape to challenge him. Defying him went beyond her physical resources. He drained her of complete reluctance.
Angelo covered her with his man's body. His collar was loose, baring his well-developed chest. Marianne placed her hand over it to check his heartbeat. It was palpitating.
Angelo interpreted her gesture as lustful. He lowered his mouth to hers, inserting his tongue.
He kissed her with insane passion. He wanted her, desperately-unwilling to wait for her recovery.
His dick throbbed against her stomach. Its fierce beat made her twitch. God, Angelo was so excited, possessed with unstoppable need. She trembled in his embrace, caressing his biceps. Her tits bulged against him like soft cushions. She supposed in her aroused condition she appeared hot and willing.
He reached for his cock. There was little fumbling-he knew exactly where it was going to go. Her cunt, warm and juicy, was ready for him.
This wasn't really happening, she had told herself. He wasn't going to fuck her. Marianne hadn't been fucked in years. Desiree had been her sole sex partner. Her actions thus far had been for the benefit of Snitch. Angelo's performance was recorded on video, to be played for her boss.
There was no need to go further, and yet Marianne couldn't move an inch.
She squirmed under Angelo. Her body was engulfed with feverish impulses. She distrusted herself when they were in evidence. She felt the wide tip of Angelo's cock slide between her moist cunt lips. God, he was throbbing, gaining access. She hadn't felt a cock there since Doug.
Oh, God! she inwardly sobbed. Panic rose through her throat. She shouldn't being doing this! Oh, God!
Angelo pushed his swollen cock into her. She cried out as it sank in her pussy. It was hard and long, burrowing through such a sensitive part of her body.
It wasn't just an article Marianne was researching. She subjected herself to something that reacquainted herself with sensations she had long since shut off.
"Ohhhhhh!" She permitted this to happen. Marianne grit her teeth as he fit his whole cock in her, slicing through her sensitive pussy. She threw her head back, shoving it into the pillow. What she remembered of penetration was nothing like having Angelo buried between her legs. He jammed the real thing into her cunt until his balls strained. "Oh, my God, Angelo, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Christ, Marianne, you've got to be the tightest woman I've ever fucked. Uuuhhhhhhhh. Your pussy is just crushing my dick. Yeah, you like that. I like a nice, compact hole, myself." Eagerly, he charged through her narrow passage as though it were hardly an obstacle.
Only after the base of his thick shaft was captured by her tight cunt lips did Marianne realize she was at the height of excitement. She had a man's cock in her pussy-not a dildo or vibrator, but real flesh and blood! Her lips, which had twisted into a grimace, now rounded as she panted with ecstasy. The moment of anxiety passed swiftly. In retrospect, it was absolutely wonderful. She began moving beneath Angelo as though there had never been a lapse of straight sex. She worked her hips in tandem with his, steering her pussy to that hard cock.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck me" Marianne whimpered. "Oh, yes, fuck me with that thing. Slip it into my wet cunt. Ohhhhhhhhhh, it feels so good."
Angelo began pumping her, lumbering in and out of her sodden pussy. Marianne loved the way it reached into her, sliding past her clit. She moaned, finding the energy to fuck back and gain pleasure at the same time. There didn't seem to be enough room on the sofa to fuck, but they managed. They enjoyed the newness of their initial connection.
She looked up at Angelo to see if he comprehended that he was fucking a woman who hadn't had cock for years. His expression-eyes glazed and vacant, mouth open in reaction to their snug fit-failed to support that belief. He was much too involved in cramming every inch of that delicious cock into her pussy to take note. Even she found it difficult to make observations. The thrust of that stiff dick made her close her eyes and sob with delight. Their stomachs slapped together in delirious splendor.
He bunched her tits, positioning the nipples together, then was covered by his mouth. His suck had her crying out. His tongue provoked them with its vibrant lick. Another part of her body received pleasure. It was a refreshing distraction, but only temporary. She couldn't forget that hard, driving force splitting her open, taking command of her senses. No, very little could discount the satisfaction it gave.
Jesus, this what was she had been missing. Ohhhhhhhhh. She could fuck for hours and not tire of it. Marianne wanted to lay on her back while Angelo did her, letting him sink into her moist, grabbing snatch. She roped her legs about his waist and urged him to pound that thing of his into her. She craved those powerful thrusts, thinking about his need for consummation. All the causes of making a cock hard fascinated her as she slammed herself to his groin. Uhhhhhhhh! She wanted to feel his dick deep inside-gliding in and out of her smooth pussy lips. It was so dense and long. She longed to be occupied with every inch. Jesus, why had she given up men in the first place? Doug's betrayal certainly didn't warrant such a thoughtless action. Sex was so wonderful and fulfilling.
She cupped Angelo's ass as he humped her. Her nails grazed his flexing buttocks, encouraging every slam he took. She didn't want him to stop-didn't want him to soften his performance. She ached for every thrust, every jam.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Angelo-harder, with all you've got!" She moaned, writhing beneath him. "Give it to me, baby. Show me what a man you are. Ohhhhhhhh, keep doing that. Deep in my cunt-get deep in my cunt! Ohhhhhhh, your big cock fits so nice. Work that sucker in there, shove every bit in my hot snatch. It wants to keep your dick wet. Oh, yeah, we'll keep it tucked in my pussy."
"Jesus. You're hot, Marianne. I could tell the moment you opened the door. You wanted this, didn't you? You wanted me to fuck you."
"I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked by a hired escort. Oh, God. It's the best. Ohhhh."
He lowered his ecstasy-ridden features into her tits. "I hope I haven't disappointed you."
"Not a chance."
"Not all of us fuck. It's our choice. We don't make you pay for it. Oh, Marianne. Just looking at your ass and tits gives me a hard dick. I kept hoping you'd get interested. I was waiting to give you this."
He shoved that enormous thing into her, brimming with confidence. She moaned, eagerly absorbing it. She was fed the brunt of his excitement. It felt so fucking good.
"Angelo, if you keep fucking me like this, you'll make me cum."
He repeated the action. "I'll do it all you want, all you can handle. Jesus, I don't know if I can go much longer. I think I'm gonna shoot."
She shoved her tits into his chest and felt his pounding heartbeat. They'd only been doing it a few minutes and he was ready to explode. Even she was skeptical of keeping the pace. The thrill of being fucked was too much of a charge. Marianne didn't want it to end-but from the way his cock kept rubbing her clit, she wasn't sure she could prevent it from happening.
"Yes, keep stroking me like that," she told him. "Fast as you can, without stopping. Oh, my God, Angelo. You're going to make me cum again. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Yeah, let's both cum-now, Marianne. Do it now. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Ugghhhhhh, oh, shit, uuugghhhhhhhhhhh."
Marianne went into a convulsion a second before his handsome face screwed up in ecstasy. His hands slid under her and dragged her as securely to his body as possible. His heavy spurts filled her snatch. It was the first time in a long while a man had cum in her pussy; it was eons since a man came in her while she was cumming, too. It was better than with Doug-all that frantic spasming while that swollen dick was planted deep. She felt it twitch in her juicy squish as it erupted. All that gooey jizz spewing into her, like one massive injection. Oh, yes, she forgot how much she had enjoyed that messy feeling.
But the part that most intrigued her was
Angelo's gratified groan-so different from Desiree. She was used to the soft-throated sounds she made when Marianne brought her to climax. Angelo's were deep, guttural, contented.
"Oh, Christ, Marianne," Angelo was gasping for air after pumping all he had into her cunt. "Oh, baby, that was so good." He embraced her affectionately, engaging her in a kiss. He put his tongue in her mouth, visibly grateful for the satisfaction she provided.
"You were good, Angelo," she whispered. "So good."
"I'll be better the second time around."
"Second time?" she almost squeaked. "I don't think I can handle another round of that-"
"Sure you can, baby," he mentioned. "We're going to do it a whole lot."
"What about my dinner party?" she blurted.
He grinned. "What about it?"
She caught his drift, then smirked right back. "I guess we'll have dinner right here."
CHAPTER FIVE
Henrietta Grimes had never been satisfied with any of the young men her niece, Diane, dated. Since being entrusted with the care of bringing her up after Diane's parents died, Henrietta clashed with her high-spirited charge. Diane defied her every step of the way. Henrietta attributed her rebellious nature to the inheritance she would eventually gain upon her twenty-first birthday. Diane's parents bequeathed her an enormous sum of money-an amount Henrietta deemed unreasonable. In her estimation, Diane had failed to demonstrate she was a responsible individual. Her choice of friends left nothing to be desired. Their taste in dress, music and food smacked of inferior judgment.
The saving grace had been her parents' wish that Henrietta direct her trust until Diane was of competent age. One codicil in particular clearly stated that if at twenty-one Diane failed to illustrate reliability, the sum reserved for her benefit would continue under Henrietta's direction until she was thirty years old.
Needless to say, the friction between aunt and niece was almost choking at times.
When Diane received an invitation to the birthday of a family friend, Henrietta balked at the thought of her boyfriend, Sammy, taking her.
"I will not have you embarrass our good name by entering a respectable home like the Andersons' with that reprobate," Henrietta declared.
"What's wrong with Sammy?" Diane snapped.
"He has no concept of good manners. The moment you bring him here, he's grazing our refrigerator without asking permission, helping himself to bottles from my wine rack before he's given clearance, and leaving a general mess. His table manners are atrocious, too. He leaves food all around his plate. I'm repulsed by him."
Diane waved her hand. "Sammy's a nice guy."
"You will attend the party with someone else," her aunt commanded. "Do I make myself clear?"
"But if I can't go with Sammy, then I'd rather not bother," Diane complained.
"You must. Your presence has been requested by the Andersons, as well as other family members who have been invited." Henrietta, realizing her edict had been harsh, softened. "I'm aware this puts you in a bit of a spot. Sammy has been your regular boyfriend for some time. You may not have the opportunity to choose someone to take his place. Therefore, I've taken on the burden of selecting you an escort."
"An escort?" Diane made a face. "I don't think so."
"It'll be perfectly fine. I have information on a service that supplies men for just an occasion. They cater to elite circles, such as ourselves. I'm sure they wouldn't have received my call if we weren't in the desired tax bracket."
Diane repeatedly shook her head. "I will not go to some party with a guy like that. He'll probably check himself out in the mirror every chance he gets."
"I'm told that won't happen."
"Do you believe everything they tell you? God, Aunt Henrietta? Do you deliberately find ways to make me miserable?"
"I do not take pleasure in tormenting you, Diane. I have accepted total accountability for you and will execute that responsibility as I see fit. Your invitation to Lisa's party is an obligation. The Andersons have been good friends for many years; to spurn them with your hostility would be unforgivable."
In the end, Diane relented. She was afraid the guy they would send her would be so narcissistic that the night would be spent in loneliness.
She realized Sammy wasn't the ideal candidate for a high brow party like the Andersons. She supposed she was grateful for her aunt to arrange an escort, but she hated having people dictate the manner in which she should do things. Henrietta enjoyed taking control of her life. Some of the choices foisted upon her were very resented-like taking classes in modern dance and classical music. Henrietta never had children of her own and had illusions of grandeur on their range of tastes.
Diane abided by her rule. When she turned twenty-one, which was in two years, she planned on collecting her money and moving into more suitable quarters. She would bid her aunt farewell and lead a lifestyle more of her own choosing. If her aunt thought she was pampered and spoiled while living with her, Henrietta would go into cardiac arrest after she saw what would occur while Diane was on her own.
Confident the entire party-and her date-were going to be a write-off, Diane numbly went through the motions. She dressed her slim, sexy body in a short, tight dress that brought emphasis to her tiny waist and nice ass. Diane whipped her long, red hair from one shoulder to the other and pouted with full, sensual lips. She determined that even if her date was oblivious to her physical charms, other guys at the party might be more intent.
She had promised Henrietta she would go to the party with the escort she selected; she did not, however, commit to staying with him should greener pastures be available. Diane giggled at her ingenuity and awaited the arrival of her date from Companions Unlimited, the agency Henrietta described to her.
When the doorbell rang, Diane glanced at the name written on the card: Marc Welles. Her mind couldn't begin to sketch a picture of a face with that calling. She sighed. It didn't matter. The party was going to be awful, she decided-a test of her patience. She would prove to Henrietta she could handle life in the dull lane as well.
The man who stood on the other side of her door and the mental portrait she conceived wildly differed. Wow! Diane did a double take. He was tall and fiercely handsome, with long blond hair fashioned in a pony tail. His blue eyes pierced her soul without warning. Although he wore a long-sleeved shirt, she noticed the swell of his biceps as well as the flatness of abdomen.
"Marc?" she asked, sheepishly.
He nodded, visibly delighted by her. "You must be Diane."
Henrietta stood in the foyer, studying the man she had hired as her niece's chaperon. She wasn't crazy about the length of his hair, but she had to admit that was the sole wrinkle in an otherwise impeccable package. Young men of Diane's age tended to grow their hair in the same manner, but it was the person's character she closely watched. His clothes appeared to be of high quality, and his shoes were of select leather. The gold Rolex that adorned his wrist was another pleasant touch.
"I'm Henrietta Grimes," she introduced herself, clasping the young man's hand. "I trust you have transportation at your disposal."
"Companions Unlimited furnishes us with limos," Marc explained in a cordial tone. "Your niece will be driven to her party in style."
Henrietta nodded. "Well, my dear, I hope you enjoy yourself. Please give the Andersons my best."
Diane barely heard her aunt. She gazed at Marc with dreamy eyes. He was a definite improvement over Sammy. She couldn't believe her patronizing aunt would pull Marc out of her bag of tricks. He had a sexiness she couldn't define.
Diane declined the champagne that was offered, as well as the hors d'oeuvres. She was much too elated to think about indulging herself in anything beyond staring at Marc. God, was he studly! An impulse to run her hands all over him was barely squelched.
Marc stretched his long, muscled legs in front of him, and leaned on his elbow. The look he gave her was common to those she often received. Sex was definitely on his mind. He gave her prolonged study. "You know, I've gone to dozens of parties with women, but without a doubt, you're one of the nicest to look at."
Diane smiled. "I could easily return the compliment." She sighed. "I wished we didn't have to go to this stupid party. I can think of a great many other things I'd rather do."
"Oh?"
She giggled. "I guess there's time for that, later." She was confident he would make a pass at her. An electrical current went through her every time they locked gazes. Eye contact was strong, certain.
Her recent discovery of face to face, belly-slapping fun precipitated strong, sapping orgasms. Diane felt warm and jittery down in her pussy. Fucking was an experience she gained from Sammy. He had a talent for it, too. Sammy brought her to orgasm without even trying. A few hammering thrusts and she was halfway to heaven. He didn't have the largest cock she'd ever seen, but he used it effectively.
She wondered what Marc was built like. His slacks revealed a shapeless mass at his crotch, adding to his mystery. What attracted her most was his underlying assurance. Marc gave the impression he was thoroughly in his element. Diane imagined he rarely groped for the correct word or hesitated at a ripe moment.
In the end, Diane lost courage. She didn't want word to filter back to her aunt that she behaved outrageously. She wasn't positive her escort would keep his mouth shut, nor was she keen on an interrogation from Henrietta.
The Andersons were pleased to see her show up with Marc. Heads craned to inspect the handsome young man with whom Diane arrived. She heard the spirited flap, most of it within earshot.
"Wasn't she going out with that revolting boy? I don't believe I remember his name."
"I'm surprised. She's showing better taste these days."
"I guess our Diane is growing up."
Lisa Anderson, for whom the party was thrown, sidled up to Diane. "How did you get so lucky?"
Marc had gone to replenish their empty soda glasses. Diane, unwilling to reveal the manner in which she came across her escort, shrugged and said, "We met at school. Isn't he a dream?"
"I'll say," Lisa sighed. "Are you two serious?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I wouldn't mind dating him, too."
Diane suppressed her giggle. If Lisa knew about Companions Unlimited, she could easily realize that fantasy. "Why don't you slip him your phone number? I'm sure he'd be glad to give you a call."
Lisa looked stunned. "You honestly think so."
"Sure."
Diane had known Lisa since they were ten. They had gone through puberty together and shared many secrets, but never boyfriends. For Diane to even suggest such a thing took their relationship to another level. New confidences could then be exchanged.
Lisa wasn't the voluptuous tart Diane was. Pretty but small, with pert tits and fashionably slim legs, Lisa looked destined to be an outstanding housewife who donated generously of her time to her offspring. Diane couldn't picture her as a sensual creature. Whether or not Marc would extend his services to her was not something she could easily imagine.
Throughout the party, Diane could not take her eyes off Marc. Even while other people drew her into their conversation, she kept possessive watch on him. She could feel waves of desire building through her lust-starved body. The longer she stared, the more she wanted him.
When the lights dimmed and the Anderson home filled with dance music, Diane readily went to him. The urge to brush against that hunky body of his was much too vast to resist. She floated into his arms and intermittently bumped him with her tits. Marc didn't weather well under those erotic conditions. He, too, responded. Diane could feel his crotch swell beneath the teasing clash of her mound.
"Sure getting warm in here," she murmured.
"Why don't we step outside for some air?" he suggested.
Diane could scarcely wait. Their departure was almost secret. The Anderson home was flanked by a grove of fruit trees which provided an excellent cover. They slithered into its wonderful darkness, hand in hand.
Diane's heart pounded brutally. She urgently wanted to fling herself at her date, but kept waiting for him to make the first move. She sincerely hoped her aunt would not learn of her conduct; Henrietta would not accept her behavior with a shrug, but use it as indisputable proof that her trust should wait until she was of a more responsible age.
The thought of his arms circling her, his lips nibbling at the nape of her throat and his crotch pressing against her generated a hot quiver. At the moment, she was quite susceptible. The urge to fuck him was overwhelming. Her pussy tightened by instinct. A warm, oozing moisture engulfed her.
"I'm so glad we stepped out for a minute. The night is lovely," she murmured, attempting to derail the hot commotion racing in her body, "don't you agree?"
"It's kind of sexy, I think." He came up to her and stroked her back. His fingertips scorched her senses. "I like the grove. Its rows of shadows puts me in that kind of mood."
With him being closer, Diane saw the outline of his cock through his pants. The moonlight furnished her some of the answers she sought. A desire to stroke that enticing shape and observe its reaching full extension manifested itself. The heavy pulsations between her legs continued.
In her mind, she saw herself reclining on the grass and spreading herself open to him. His hand slid over her sex-hungry flesh, awakening each cell during travel. More of her juices seeped from her loins as he wove over her swollen tits to taunt the aching nipples. Those luscious pebbles welcomed his manly touch, setting off electrical currents that coursed through her body and issued one large charge to her starved snatch. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She would permit him to remove her panties and gaze at her naked pussy. Fierce need would rule his expression. The bulb of his cock would emerge from his fly.
"Are you cold?" he asked, interrupting her unraveling fantasy as she trembled beneath his probing touch.
"No," she murmured.
As his fondling intensified, she returned to her titillating vision. She felt that wresting sensation between his stiff cock and her pussy. She would push her hips in an effort to assist him. It stole her breath to consider that measure. She saw herself clinging to him, her thighs wrapped secure to his waist, her chin burrowing into his shoulder as pleasure shot through her body. He would ride her writhing torment for several moments before it ebbed, replaced by insatiable hunger. She couldn't help thinking this would lead to unparalleled ecstasy. To be filled by him and work toward bliss with him was her secret wish.
"I suppose we ought to go back in," she murmured. "We've been gone long enough."
"We don't have to go anywhere," he mentioned huskily. "Not if you don't want to."
She was excited by his virile tone of voice. He looked very desirable in the moonlight. Adrenaline surged through her body as she studied him in that intimate glow. "Oh?"
His erection was several inches from her hand. She ached to clasp it, skin on skin, and experience its wild beat. The temptation almost defeated her.
Marc sensed her detachedness. That clouded look in her eyes punctured his confidence. His cock twitched feverishly inside his pants. He was so horny, he shook. He wanted to seize her hand and place it over his dick so she would have a clue of how great it would be.
He could feel the acceleration of her breath, her heartbeat, her excitement. Diane was an open book, her responses easily read.
He clamped her shoulder and pulled her toward him. In the process, her soft tits were made available to his solid chest. Her supple flesh molded to his muscular frame in sweet surrender. His mouth covered her lips, opening them with his tongue. She moaned as he thrilled her with his limber tip, offering shy reciprocation. The bulge of his cock made an agonizing impression against her groin. She wriggled feverishly to him, particularly when he enclosed her ass cheek with his hand and closed the distance between them.
"Ohhhhhhhhh." Sobs of joy emerged from her throat. Diane shivered as he caressed her. She was soaking with desire, smashing her crotch over that jutting shape in his pants. Her clit pressed to its rigid girth and sent a flood of ecstasy that resulted in damp panties. "Ohhhhhh. Oh, God-"
Marc recognized the speed with which she could be seduced. He did not feel, however, that he could get into her pussy fast enough. That hot, churning sensation in the pit of his balls drove him forward. He released Diane's butt cheeks from his frenzied grip, then slid his hand into the front of her panties.
His search through the soft tangle of curls was like electric shocks to her system. Diane couldn't believe she permitted him the freedom to grope her in such a fashion. She wasn't usually that easy, nor did she simply pursue erotic whim without some deliberation. Her entire mound was in his hand, being squeezed and tantalized for encouragement. A sharp slap or well-placed kick would bring him to heel, but she didn't wish to abort his efforts. He cupped her pussy so gently, rotating the flat of his palm over that juicy pink opening, that she couldn't summon the resolve to stop him.
"Oh, Marc," she whimpered, nearly collapsing as his ministrations took effect. He stroked her cunt, sliding the tips of his fingers along her juice-rich crevice without attempting complete insertion. His thumb found her clit and grazed it. She shuddered as he intensified her arousal. Rubbing that inflamed dot deepened her breath. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. If his hard body wasn't positioned in front of her, she would have surely tumbled to the grass.
In the heat of her delirium, she reached inside his pants. Her finger hooked the elastic rim to bare the length of his shaft. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. She could not mentally process its size. How could he expect her to fit such a thing into her cunt? He would split her in half! Even though she tried to hold back, the void between her legs craved to be filled. Her fingers circled around his cock, encountering its throb. She thumbed the bulbous head, coercing groans from Marc. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip after several seconds of fondling. She felt her own self get increasingly wet, knowing she had brought his equipment to such a tremendous swell. As nature intended, she was getting lubricated for the next, breathtaking step.
"Oh, wow!" she gasped. "You're really big."
"Can you handle me, baby?"
She choked with passion. "I don't know. My boyfriend isn't anywhere near that. Ohhhhhhhh."
To expedite her complete surrender, he sank his finger into her cunt. Hot, juicy tissue surrounded it, punctuated by a broken gasp from Diane. He ran his digit in and out of her sluiced pussy, igniting a blaze he hoped couldn't be smothered by anything except orgasm.
"Does it feel good, baby?" he whispered.
"Yes."
"Does it make you feel hot, wiggling through your pussy? Are you tingling with pleasure."
"Oh, yes, yes."
"Think about how much sweeter my cock would feel instead of my finger. Its so much larger, and would give you greater pleasure, sliding through your cunt."
"Are you going to tell anybody about this?" she whispered.
"Not a chance."
"I can't risk having my aunt know what happened here."
"It'll be okay. I won't tell."
Diane's fingers became more compact around his cock. A second drop of cum escaped from his bloated head, indicating his arousal reached an alarming peak. He was afraid he'd lose it in her hand if he waited much long.
With smooth persuasion, Marc guided their molded forms to the carpet of grass. His finger maintained its presence in her soaked snatch. His dick throbbed around her enclosed fingers, threatening to explode. He willed himself to override that impulse. His eruption would occur in her cunt, after he worked himself into her hot pussy.
Diane remained under his spell, obediently following his unspoken instruction. Her blouse was unbutton until her tits spilled out at him. He gazed at the bulging nipples, then treated himself to a quick suck. He scooped them in his hands, bringing them to his mouth, thrilling to their billowy texture. Her flesh was warm and inviting as he pursued it with his lips. He left bubbles of saliva around each nub. Mmmmmmmmmm. His tongue curled and snapped at those swollen nuggets, prompting their heightened growth.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Diane sighed, cradling his head. "Oh, yes, Marc. More. Suck them."
Her tits swelled in his skillful grasp. He cupped the wealth of pillowy softness, plying them with urgent pressure. Diane responded heatedly, tugging at his electrified cock. The blood surged through his inflamed member, straining the skin of his dick.
Jesus! He ached to be inside her pussy and rid himself of the load churning in his balls.
Diane was in the throes of excitation. Her cunt had gotten incredibly squishy against his massaging fingertips. Masturbating was the only method previously used to bring herself to orgasm; having a man's hand trained over that area, prickling her senses was a thousand times better. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Layer after layer of resistance was scaled. Diane had learned to be tense when anticipating joy. She never thought submitting could be so sweet. Marc wasn't forcing her to surrender; he liberated the spirit that would carry her actions forward. She was grateful he executed her seduction in a pleasurable manner. She didn't feel rushed or induced, but rather inclined to move in the desired direction.
She opened her legs to him. His fingertips sizzled against her pussy. She trembled as he rubbed her pink flesh. Her juices oozed at his swirling touch.
"I want to do you, baby," he muttered in her ear. "I want to cream in your pussy."
Her clit vibrated from manipulation. His expert fingers caused her to expand and contract. Palpitations mounted from within. She stroked his cock faster, summoning the courage to bring the enlarged head to her cunt lips. The urge to push him into her tight pussy rang true.
"Yes," she sighed. "I want it, too. I want to feel you go into me. I want to feel you buried between my legs." Her fist worked him into a frenzy, sliding up and down his length. "Oh, Marc, I want you to do whatever you want to me."
Marc trembled, then dipped his head.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," moaned Diane as Marc's tongue slithered into the drenched cove between her legs. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, undulating, with her knees hooked over his shoulders. Her hair thrashed the blades of grass in response to his oral expertise. Her luscious features were a study of ecstasy. "Oh, Marc, please, don't stop. Don't-"
His saliva washed against her burning clit, mixing her saline secretions with his own. He traced his fluttering tip along the smooth surface, initially with playful strokes, then with more pressure and frequency. His thumbs, pinning back her juicy cunt lips, rotated to afford her greater stimulation. After subjecting her to several moments of this heavenly torment, he inserted his finger into her pussy and pumped it. Her sharp gasp, followed by notable quivering, gave him a raging hard-on. He barely fought off the urge to stop eating her and climb onto her inflamed body. His dick ached for enclosure in all that succulent anxiety. Penetration would be sweet.
"Mmmmmm, suck me, baby," she whimpered. "Suck my pussy. Lick it hard, lap those juices. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Drink them. Eat my cunt."
Marc, at the ready, delivered a slew of oral maneuvering Diane hadn't experienced. He sucked her pussy with total enthusiasm, cleaning the sodden patch of all moisture. Girl goo oozed from her crevice, instantly dispatched by her circling tongue. He fed ravenously, gulping her tasty nectar. He luxuriated over her swollen clit, tormenting it with lingering strokes, vibrating it with his tip, coercing it to graduated levels of bliss.
Diane reacted to the consistent flow of attention. She slammed her head, then clutched at the trunk of a nearby tree for support. Elevating her hips, she brought her pussy repeatedly to his mouth, looking for more of his imagine tricks. She watched his desire-filled expression as he descended upon her pussy, his head bobbing animatedly as he took mouthfuls of cunt. After staring at his gluttonous activity through her parted legs for several minutes, Diane's eyes closed and her mouth dropped to emit a high-pitched sob.
Having brought her to the brink of excitement wasn't enough for Marc. He knew he had to get her completely wet before he dared fuck her. Her pussy had to be extremely moist to swallow him whole. Even if she could handle its hardness, his length might pose a problem. In order for every bit of his cock to fit inside her, she had to be thoroughly excited.
Diane didn't seem the least worried about arriving at that juncture. She continued to cry out with wanton abandon as he slurped her pussy. "Jesus, you're fantastic. Ohhhhhhh, faster, harder. Suck it, eat my cunt. Lick those juices. Fuck me with that tongue. Nibble on my clit. Ohhhhhhhhh. It feels so good. Yeah."
Marc buried his face between her legs, availing himself to all she had to give. Her ass cheeks smacked the ground as she took advantage of his appetite. Her fingernails continued to scratch his flesh, then pounced on his head and combed through his hair. Her loins seared with an unstoppable blaze, her clit scorched by his hot licks. She tightened her legs around his head, wrapping them securely about his face to ensure uninterrupted gorging. Sweat dribbled from her tits, flinging off her nipples as she writhed.
"Jesus, you're going to make me cum," she rambled. "I'm going to cream all over your face-"
Marc's mind clicked several frames in advance. He anticipated the sensation of his cock sliding into her pussy, getting wet from her juices. He thought about how incredible it would feel to be immersed in cunt.
Diane's whole being shook. Her legs clung tenaciously to his head, her contorted features reflecting joy. "Oh, my God, I'm cumming, cumming-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Marc murmured, gulping her female excitement.
She wrung the last of her cunt drippings before slumping back. Lamely, she disengaged herself from his shoulders, moaning. Her body, still shuddering with orgasm, grew numb.
Marc didn't spare a moment. He let her legs drop as he kneeled between them. He was primed for his grand entrance. His dick stood straight up, engorged and ready for action. Slipping cunt-moistened fingers around his shaft and stroking himself several times in preparation, he regarded the set of ass cheeks at his disposal. Oh, yeah-this was going to be good!
Diane, breathing deeply with eyes closed, was vaguely aware he awaited reciprocation. Her hand fluttered to her brow, brushing away the film of collected perspiration.
"Come on, babe," he murmured as he gripped her buttocks, marveling as their smooth texture. "Let's fuck."
Diane felt his large hands enclose her and shivered. She couldn't believe he exhausted her. Every cell of her body hummed from those powerful contractions. If he had licked her a second longer, she would have lost her sanity.
Marc wasn't keen on spending several more moments anticipating her complete recovery. His cock was painfully swollen, longing to be covered by her hot, juicy cunt. Aggressively, he altered her position, easing her onto her stomach. The tempting arrangement of buns lurked a mere few inches from his towering shaft. He propped them up, steering his cock in direct line with the rear entrance of her pussy.
Diane's face was smothered in the grass, oblivious to the world. Marc took satisfaction in having worn her out with his cunt-lapping. Giving his dick a final caress, he brought the engorged crown to her moist opening and pushed. Inch after solid inch began to fill her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Oh, God. You're big."
He grinned. "Sure, I'm big, but you can handle it."
"Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Deeper. More. Oh, baby, that's what I call a real cock."
Marc gasped as he was smothered in her wet orifice. The skin of his dick tingled upon contact. "Oh, Christ. Oh, baby, let me get in there fast-" He dragged her to him, unable to hold back. Urgency gripped him as he was exposed to her silken heat. He had to bury his big thing as quickly as possible.
Diane cried out as he burrowed into her snatch. Involuntarily, she tightened with excitement. Her pussy grabbed him, leading that pulsating bulk into its furthest recesses. Her knees dug into the ground as he pushed more of himself into her wet opening. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, Marc. Oh, my
God-"
Marc slammed himself to her trembling ass cheeks, fitting the last of his cock into her cozy snatch. "Yeah."
Diane's lips curved after a beat. Marc's far-reaching dimensions occupied her to the fullest. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, baby, that feels good. Yeah. Fuck me."
With a resounding thrust to punctuate his enjoyment, Marc grunted. The slapping of his balls on her butt were like love pats. He reached around her, scooping those tits in his hands, and let the heat from her nipples regulate his strokes. He rammed into her, again and again, intensifying their lustful union. He noticed, with utter satisfaction, how Diane's pussy came right back at him, fucking with equal enthusiasm. He had succeeded in getting her so hot, she couldn't exclude any of the giveaway signs: her squealish breathing, her quivering, and the wet smacks of her pussy as he slammed his groin to it.
He pulled back to watch his dick disappear into that fabulously slick hole. The friction was incredible. He had to really work his cock to get that throbbing mass into her juicy network of compression. Her ample moisture gave him passage to her deepest pocket.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned.
"Want me to stop?"
"You'd better not." Her nails sank into the bark of the tree before her. "Ohhhhhhhh. There's no way you're pulling out of me now. I want us to finish. That big dick is right where it belongs." Her voice trailed off, then she let out a prolonged sob. "Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me, Marc. Ram me hard. Feels so good. So good-"
"Clamp me with those sweet muscles," he muttered. "Squeeze my dick. Enjoy the motion-"
He pumped her with his rock-hard thing, rejoicing in the incredible sensations that were caused. Her slippery walls bound themselves to his thick shaft, unearthing a guttural sound from the pit of his throat. He grasped her hips and shoved all he could into that hot enclosure. Her answering moans informed him of the pleasure she took in his actions.
Diane couldn't speak while his cock plunged into her tingling saturation. Unintelligible cries spouted from her lips as she absorbed him. Supported by her elbows, she was spiraling downward as the impact of his thrust induced her to succumb.
Marc studied her heart-shaped ass cheeks, then eagerly fed them what he had to give. He relished the delicious constriction of her pussy on his cock. He steadily sent it through that juicy pink ring, deriving its shivering benefit. "You want that cock, don't you, baby? You want my ten inches fucking your brains out. Ahhhhhhhhh. You're pretty tight." She shifted about as he jammed himself whole. No amount of squirming could prevent him from impaling her to the hilt. She seemed to be opened wider to receive his entire cock.
After several uninterrupted moments of pumping, all that could be heard beyond their sharp gasps and wet sounds was the music from the house drifting out to them. The party was in full swing, serving as backdrop to their fierce coupling. Nothing could be said that might heighten their enjoyment.
Marc varied his strokes. Though blood surged through his groin and kept him exceedingly stiff, he found no need to hurry in reaching orgasm. The act of filling a woman was almost sufficiently pleasurable. Of course, when Diane moaned in a certain way, or her pussy grabbed him differently, his routine changed. "You like it, doggie-style? like having me stick it in you from this angle?"
From behind that mass of strewn hair came, "Yeah. I love it. Fuck me with that hard cock. Fuck my pussy, baby. Fuck my pussy. Ohhhhhh."
Her face turned, revealing her thorough enjoyment. Her glazed eyes told him she might have gotten off a few times without his knowledge.
Footsteps through the grass gradually were heard. Branches were pushed aside and after a moment, a deep masculine voice spoke.
"I thought I heard something," the handsome chauffeur, who had driven them to the party, mentioned.
Diane made no attempt to cover herself. Not even the remotest feeling of embarrassment occurred as he scrutinized them. She was far too stimulated to let his intrusion bother her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"Were you getting tired of waiting for us, Pete?" Marc asked in a choked voice.
"It was getting a bit lonely behind the wheel," he admitted after receiving another eyeful of pumping.
Pete gazed at Diane, whose arousal was total. He saw those big tits swinging as Marc continued to pound her while they conversed. Her luscious expression stirred him.
Marc shrugged, then picked Diane up, molding her writhing form to his chest. "How'd you like to suck his cock?"
Diane opened her eyes, then smiled. "Sure."
"Good girl." Marc gave her a soul-searing kiss that had their mouths locked and tongues busy for several moments. He stroked her stiff nipples, too, enhancing her generous mood. When their lips parted, he felt an eagerness on her part to give his buddy head.
Pete had his pants pulled over his hips and his stiff cock pointed in her face by the time Marc lowered Diane back to her elbows. She shivered in anticipation. His shaft was thick, long and anxious to be eaten if its throbbing state was any indication.
Diane had never been with two men at once. The prospect thrilled her. There was something deliciously forbidden about receiving two cocks. She shivered in anticipation.
Pete cupped the back of her head. "Do you like it?"
Diane opened her mouth and took his cockhead between her lips. "Mmmmmmmmm." She circled it with her tongue, then began to increase consumption.
Pete watched as his dick disappeared in a torrent of hot breath and tingling saliva. When her lips reached his heavy stem, he arched his back and gasped. "Jesus. Oh, baby, suck my thing. Take me whole."
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured, rolling her lips back and forth in a hot suck. "Mmmmmm."
Marc pumped Diane harder as he studied her oral movements. He almost wished he'd had his chance in her mouth first so he could relate to the sensations running through Pete's body. He was, however, buried in her cunt, and in that he felt fortunate. Diane was a great fuck. "Suck him off, baby. Get your mouth all over that dick. Make him cum. Blow him. Yeah. Suck him until he cums in your mouth."
Diane operated her skills in a daze. Having two men at once was the ultimate fantasy. One dick pushing into her snatch, the other occupying her mouth. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. She welcomed both of them into her body, taking delight in every second of communication. When it came to men, Diane could not get enough. The call of pleasure beckoned.
Her nipples were swollen, begging to be pinched. Intuitively, Marc did so without reservation. His hands availed themselves to the billowy globes, thrilling to their tantalizing softness.
"Fuck her face, man," Marc ordered, growing feverish over the puckering noises Diane made on Pete's cock. "Put it down her throat. She can handle it."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed.
Beads of sweat began to form on Pete's forehead. The last thing he expected was to get blown upon walking into a feverish situation. He never usually intruded on one of the escorts while they were busy servicing a woman. Finding them linked wasn't by design. The feeling of being sucked on by such a gorgeous girl overwhelmed him. He tried peering down at those perfectly etched features as they reached for him, encompassing his cock in a pool of warmth and moisture, urging him to spew. Jesus! He slipped his fingers through the abundance of hair and rocked himself to that willing mouth. Diane's lips massaged him so sweetly, he knew he required only a few more seconds before he would shoot a big load.
"Suck it," he groaned, forgetting Marc was a couple feet away on the other side of this girl, giving her pussy ten inches of serious business. "Suck my dick, baby. Eat it. Swallow me. Oh, yeah. More. Suck."
Diane obeyed. She almost swooned from the thickness of Marc's cock as it ground against her agitated clit. The constant conflict of the two surfaces heated her loins. Dick was coming at her from every direction, it seemed. Stimulation abounded. Marc proceeded to caress her nipples, spurring her onward. The insides of her pussy were stroked to perfection. Her mouth was full of hard, thriving cock. All aspects served her well. She was so close to cumming, she didn't think this goodness would last another five minutes. She worked faster to bring all forces to a satisfying conclusion.
Marc was groaning from behind. "I'm ready to pop, baby. Think you can finish Pete with your mouth?"
Diane panted as his hands swam over her intoxicated flesh. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Marc, perspiring heavily from the session, felt the clamor of orgasm settling upon him. He wiped the sweat from his brow, unable to answer.
From Diane's increased breathing and thrashing, Marc was cognizant her saturation level had arrived. Her sluiced pussy was so drenched that when his hammering cock nailed her, he felt like he was embedded in squish. He pumped her hard and fast, giving her everything he had. "Come on, baby. Come on. I'm so close. So-uggghhhhh! Uggghhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhh!"
The strength of Marc's climax made him hoarse. He exploded inside her pussy, barely conscious of the spurts he fed her. His brain went numb with his body. He completely forgot Diane was sucking on his buddy and in a flight of abandon, clutched her tits and raised her up against his chest. Her back was massaged by his abundance of hair.
Marc's orgasm coincided with Pete's. The fact he didn't have Diane's mouth to collect his jism didn't matter. He splashed over her exposed tits, cum splattering her nipples. "Uggggghhhhhh! Arrrggghhhhh!"
Diane came twice, one orgasm triggering another. It wasn't enough to convulse wrapped in Marc's arms with his dick twitching inside her pussy. Her contractions were powerful, making her so weak that if those steel-like bands hadn't enclosed her, she would have fallen flat on her face.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she whimpered, shaking. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! I'm cumming!"
Afterward, Diane was giddy with joy. Both men had endowed her with an experience she never thought she'd have.
"Does this happen much?" she asked.
"We don't plan on it," Marc mentioned. "But we do concentrate on giving our customers a good time."
"Mmmmmmmmmm. In that, you succeeded." She smiled. "All I want to know is how I can be a regular customer. I think you guys have spoiled me.. . "
CHAPTER SIX
Lucille Curtain just couldn't get it. She had expected Marianne Summers to supply her enough ammunition to fire up a real front cover eye-opener, and the girl brought her boredom-pages of unusable detail. Not a drop of juice could be found in the inches of text she ground out at her word processor. The guy had been reported as "acceptably cute," but seemed about as interesting as root canal surgery.
The disclosure on Companions Unlimited lacked sizzle-at least, Marianne's account of it. Lucille had expected shocking details per her hunch of illicit sex being offered at exorbitant rates. That wasn't remotely like the tell-all version Marianne penned. She sketched a fairly tame scenario, and even confessed that she had been on the wrong track.
"You mean I'm getting stuck with the bill?" Lucille had balked. "The big guys aren't going to take it sitting down."
"Smooth it over for me, will you?" Marianne begged. "I thought I had their operation all figured out, but I was dead wrong. It really is a respectable agency."
Lucille sighed. "He didn't try to hit on you?"
Marianne shook her head. "I took him to dinner and he completely behaved himself. I have to admit, I felt like a fool."
"Consider it your year-end bonus," Lucille warned. "That was a pricey mistake."
Marianne nodded. "That's fine with me." No sooner had her boss left, a wicked smile curved Marianne's lips.
"Oh, yes!" Desiree cried out. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Marianne's face was between her legs. Her tongue slurped anxiously at her clit. Desiree's arms swung up, her hands searching blindly for the headboard. Frantically, she elevated her pussy in order to get as close as possible to that fluttering tip.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Marianne purred, licking at her sluiced flesh. She should have known how anxious her girl was. After depriving herself for three nights of that fabulous body, Marianne was raving to go for some lesbian action. Her little assignment had kept her much too busy. It was time to return to the sex she vastly preferred.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Desiree sobbed, arching her back and surrendering to each luxuriant sweep. Her thighs split apart, then urgently hugged
Marianne. As that tip rolled into her sluiced opening, Desiree quivered. She was fraught with sensations that made her every cell hum. When her clit was slurped, she went into a convulsion that lasted several wonderful seconds. Marianne made her cum and cum, each orgasm stronger than the last. She was woozy from the contractions, eager to submit.
"That's it, baby," Marianne murmured, sucking that pussy that kept coming back to her mouth for more. "Mmmmmmmmmm. You're so hot and tasty. I enjoy giving you pleasure."
"Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhh. It feels so good."
Marianne's hands slipped over the curves of her ass to take a firmer grip. Desiree's writhing figure was untameable. Her pussy throbbed with a force of building passion. Mouth and cunt welded together, meeting with an intensity that robbed both women of oxygen.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Marianne growled into Desiree's snatch, devouring every drop.
"More," Desiree whimpered, shoving it into her face. "More, please. Suck me. Eat it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Desiree loved the oral affection Marianne gave. Marianne aroused her differently from a man. Desiree had practically forgotten what it was like to get fucked by a cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Marianne was superb. Emphasis was placed on touching. Marianne had marvelous hands that intimately communicated with her molten core. Even when Desiree struggled for new ways to satisfy her mistress, Marianne was quick to erase her indecision with fondling. Desiree's breasts swelled beneath her hot, stirring touch. Ohhhhhh. Marianne knew how to turn her on fast.
The phone sex calls to which she was enamored didn't provide nearly the same charge. She could listen to them only so long, until she was impatient for Marianne to comfort her.
They had tumbled on Marianne's bed, weak with want. Marianne had hungrily sought Desiree's tits. She cupped the warm fullness, marvelling at how her big tits filled her hands to overflowing. She licked up and down the deep crevice between the mounds, tasting Desiree, relishing the unique scent of her.
Desiree's nipples had grown at the strength of Marianne's saliva-rich tongue. They burned against her girlfriend's sensual lips.
"Suck me," Desiree moaned. "Suck my nipples."
"Yes," Marianne responded, settling her mouth over one jutting peak. "Yes. Mmmmmm."
Her tongue curled around the rubbery stub of her taut nipple and the pebbly flesh circling it. Marianne batted at her tit's apex with her tongue and sighed at her moan. Her lips closed around the stub before she sucked her.
"Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Desiree's voice sounded raw with lust. She held Marianne's head to her tits, loving the fierce vacuum on her nipple. It drove her wild.
When Marianne sank downward, trailing kisses and nips over her ribs and waist, Desiree's heart beat frantically. She knew of those thrills to come. Marianne paused to dart a hungry tongue tip into the tiny pool of her navel. It created a sparkling sensation that made Desiree jerk.
Her legs moved apart without hesitation. Desiree knew her pussy was the target Marianne was drawn to. She felt the wetness seeping out, thick and hot in readiness. When Marianne's mouth moved over her cunt mound, she cried out and curled her fingers against the back of her head. Marianne was held firm to her agonized arousal.
"Lick me," Desiree commanded. "Please."
"Mmmmmmm. Give me that pussy," Marianne said, her voice dropping several octaves. She couldn't exclude the longing in her tone.
Marianne took full advantage of Desiree's honeyed depths. She licked her cunt thoroughly, leaving no amount of moisture unattended. Desiree moaned as her every soaked inch was lapped. Her cunt juices gushed in unending supply.
When Desiree seemed as though she couldn't take any more of her sucking lips, Marianne's inventive mind whirred in bringing her new, unhad pleasures. The special belt she reserved for unique occasions was ideally suited for that purpose.
Marianne opened the drawer beside the bed. Inside, a dildo connected to a belt was concealed. Marianne's lips curved in anticipation. "Still horny?" she asked.
Desiree's dreamy look couldn't be shaken. "Mmmmmmm. Yes."
Marianne fastened the belt to her waist. The dildo stretched from her groin like a huge cock. She had thought back to all the times she had spread her legs for Doug, her former boyfriend, to receive the real thing. What would it feel like having one of flesh and blood attached?
She got between Desiree's bronzed thighs. The girl was delirious, overwhelmed from Marianne's cunt lapping. She wasn't even conscious about what Marianne planned on doing. Obviously, Desiree extended her complete trust. Knowing that filled Marianne with urgency. She wanted Desiree to know total satisfaction.
"I've got what you need, honey," she whispered to Desiree. "Here it comes, honey. Yes, here it comes-"
Desiree cried out as Marianne pushed into her. She dug her fingers into Marianne's ass as the rubber cock found its way deep inside her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, exhaling roughly. "Oh, God. Oh, baby. It's so big."
Marianne comprehended her sobs as those of heightened arousal. She plunged in and out of Desiree's pussy, making her possession of it final. "Take it, honey. Deep in your snatch. Yes. Feel how good it is. Let me fuck you with it. Let me fuck your pussy."
"Ohhhhhhhhh." Desiree bit her lip. Pleasure overruled the ache, and soon she was swinging herself at the rubber cock. It was incredible, just as it always was. "Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
Marianne studied Desiree's contorted features as she swung her hips. Desiree shivered, taking all she could into her pussy. To have a woman so willing turned Marianne on big time. The pressure put on her pussy by the rubber cock was another form of ecstasy. As she plowed into Desiree, she felt some of the impact. Ohhhhhhh. If she continued in this fashion, she would easily cum.
Desiree's ass bounced off the bed as she fed Marianne her juicy snatch. Marianne thrust deep into her, fucking her on command. Desiree whimpered, receiving those fast, gratifying strokes. She wondered, in the back of her mind, what a real cock would feel like in her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh-"
After pumping her madly, Marianne flipped on her back and let Desiree ride her. She marveled at those large, jutting breasts mired with sweat. Marianne moaned, watching the sexy Jamaican beauty fuck herself with the strap-on dildo.
Desiree sat up on her haunches with eyes glazed. Her brain barely functioned, other than recognizing she was midpoint in indescribable pleasure. Rivulets of sweat streamed down her flesh. Gradually, she touched between her legs and felt the growth of rubber wedged into her cunt. She had been humping it for several moments, but had to stop, savoring the movement within her slippery pussy. When she was completely still, she could discern the heavy pulsation deep inside her. Mmmmmmm. There was so much packed within her horny cunt.
She began moving again, feeling the pressure of Marianne's fingers at her hips guiding her strokes, ensuring her constant intake of fake cock.
"Oh, God, Marianne!" she moaned, squeezing her eyes tightly. She shivered hard, absorbing her heat into her own body.
Her hand trailed over the thick stem that pushed into her soaked opening, then caressed the velvety skin of Marianne's thighs. She could feel the rubber length extend into her gut. In penetration, she was unable to grasp any other conscious thought. It dominated her in every sense. She readily yielded to its direction.
She sent her groin plunging, capturing more of that huge fake cock. Every push produced a reward. Her body tingled from her toes to her nipples. The twin nuggets protruding were stiff. She enclosed them in a dainty clasp, shivering as the jolts of pleasure reverberated through her person. Ohhhhhh! She pushed herself down yet another inch. More of that wonderful dildo filled her. She felt lightheaded and tremendously stimulated. Her body screamed with joy.
As her haze somewhat cleared, she noticed a mirror directly across from Marianne's bed. Their images were reflected in the dim lighting. She could see her tits slick with perspiration, dripping from her nipples. Her face was flush, her lips quivering. She looked as though she'd been fucking her brains out for hours.
She began fondling herself, brushing over her thatch of pubic hair, then sweeping toward her navel. Her very essence seemed to liquefy around the embedded dildo. Again she pushed, claiming more of that manufactured stiffness. Uhhhhhhhh! She resumed her exploration, lifting toward her mammaries. They jutted from her small frame in all their splendor, awaiting sweet manipulation. She covered them with her hands and squeezed, shuddering as she applied pressure. Ohhhhhhhhh! The nipples seared against her palms, careening from contact.
Keening with erotic energy, she constricted herself around the submerged thing, sending her message of urgency. She wanted to encase more of it, yet their groins were smashed together as closely as possible. She whimpered from Marianne's total occupation.
She scooped up Marianne's tits and tweaked her stiff nipples. Marianne fucked her faster, excited from being touched. God, she wanted more! She was obsessed with Marianne. She wanted her to fuck her with every ounce of energy she possessed.
Marianne stuffed her dildo deep into Desiree's cunt, craving complete ownership. She wanted the hot girl to be hers alone. Her knees came up, along with the dildo, spearing her slick tissue. The girl cried out in joy.
Having thrashed atop Marianne for ten minutes, Desiree was forced to cum. She nearly doubled over from the contractions that racked her body, crying aloud her pleasure.
"Uhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!" she sobbed.
"Ugghhhhhhhh!" Marianne gasped. All that varying pressure, the moaning and the sweat propelled her climax. Her clit burned on the opposite side of the dildo as she shoved it into Desiree.
Marianne wasn't the least tired. Orgasm hadn't physically depleted her. Not having Desiree for a few days gave her an appetite for the girl that needed much satisfying. She dragged Desiree onto her back and slammed the dildo into her cunt with renewed energy.
"Oh, baby," Marianne crooned in her ear. "I really love to fuck you!" Her soft breath brushed against her cheek. "I love putting this big thing in your pussy."
"Ohhhhhhh!" Desiree moaned, fondling her butt as she pumped her. Her body was filled with delicious sensation. She was far more excited that she realized. Marianne's dick felt great up her snatch, getting slippery with juice. Her nipples protruded, searing Marianne as she pulled her nakedness closer to him. She was completely overcome by each plunge she took into her fevered flesh.
Marianne grunted as she humped Desiree, nearly losing herself in her warm folds. Christ, she couldn't get enough of this woman! She only wished it were real flesh attached to her groin, and not rubber. Marianne longed to feel Desiree's pussy writhing around her cock. She drove into her comfortable snatch, piercing that dark tunnel of pleasure. The friction provided by her squishy slot made her go faster than before. She was going to settle in for some nice face to face fucking and prove that their previous session was merely a warm-up.
Marianne thought of the surprise in store for Desiree. She couldn't wait to see her face.
Desiree petted the backs of Marianne' silky thighs, having dropped her raking nails from her ass. Marianne certainly required no further encouragement as she resorted to pounding Desiree with her strap-on tool! Her body shook with every slam, yet she readily accept each blow. Her fake cock edged her toward gratification. Slowly, she felt the rumbling in her loins, the hot shivers emanating from the passage of her pummeling dildo. She groaned in sweet agony as she began her climb.
Gripping her by her shoulders, Marianne buried herself into her hot clutch. She could tell from the tension in her face that Desiree was constricting her inner muscles. Desiree, anticipating joy, fashioned her pussy tendons into a vise and made it better for herself. Marianne moaned, forcing the rubber attachment yet deeper into her slot. She exerted strength to keep her device installed. She ground it into her until her ass was securely nailed to the bed.
"Fuck me," she murmured. She luxuriated in the assault of feverish thrills that showered her flesh. Marianne gathered the abundant tit meat in her hands and squeezed it, rotating her thumbs over her nipples until she cried out. Their bodies, drenched with sweat, were warm and slippery. Throughout her wonderful delirium, she was aware of the battering charge. Marianne's dildo filled her completely.
She's so fucking hot, Marianne thought, pumping Desiree with everything she had.
Straining from the impulse to cum again, she concentrated on making her friend cum. She burrowed into her sluiced muff, grinding steadily against her inflamed bud.
"Yes," Desiree panted. The warm glow, which settled into her crotch, expanded. From Marianne's urgency, she knew she wanted to give her an orgasm. Her frantic rubbing made her peak. Ohhhhhh! Once she spasmed, Marianne would cream against the cumbersome rubber. "Hurry-keep fucking me!"
Marianne, however, wasn't prone to comply. Usually, she managed to delay orgasm, but tonight her appetite was especially fierce. Desiree, writhing in nude splendor beneath her, sent her big tits and fevered pussy against her cushiony front. Her snatch lips puckered over the dildo Marianne crammed between her legs like a clamp, greasing it with buttery slime. Marianne appeared ready to explode. She thrust blindly into her cunthole, brushing her little excitement dot with her attached fuck toy.
As much as Desiree chose to resist the direction of her strokes, it was futile. The decision was no longer hers as Marianne sent shuddering friction to her clitoris. She lost command of her senses as she was brought nearer and nearer to orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Desiree sobbed. "I'm going to cum, baby. I'm going to cum!"
In a flight of madness, Desiree choked back her scream as the contractions increased. Her fingers fell away, dripping with the nectarous excess. Her mind was incapable of absorbing another minute of what Marianne was doing to her body. In the throes of ecstasy, she jerked beneath his spasming frame, then went still.
Marianne charged herself between Desiree's legs until she received a sufficient amount of friction to spasm. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, baby! I'm cumming, too! Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Seconds later, Marianne rolled from her sweltering body, exhausted. Desiree's arms fell limply to her sides, then she went back and nursed the ache in her pussy with some relief-giving strokes.
"That was so nice," Desire moaned, fanning her fingers over her inflamed mound.
"How would you like to have a man join usthis very minute?"
Desiree's eyes grew huge. "Are you serious."
"Absolutely."
Marianne checked her watch. "Then you'll be pleased to know we'll have a visitor in the next few minutes. A male visitor, I might add."
"For me?" Desiree squeaked.
"For us." Marianne cuddled up to Desiree's curvaceous body. "He's from an escort service. Companions Unlimited."
"I never heard of them."
"You'll never forget them once our visitor arrives." Marianne deliberately held back on furnishing her friend all the information. She didn't want to spoil her little surprise.
As promised, the doorbell rang a short while later. Marianne rose from the bed, removed the belted dildo and returned it to its drawer, then went to greet their caller. A sublime smile appeared on her face. She could barely wait for the festivities to begin.
Angelo, the escort with whom she had been with earlier, grinned from the opposite side of the door. He scanned her in the same frank fashion as he had done once before. "You're looking good, Marianne."
"So are you."
"Where is the young lady we discussed."
"I'll take you to her."
Desiree perked the moment she set eyes on Angelo. He was exactly the kind of man with whom she could revisit straight sex.
Marianne took care of the introductions. "This is my special friend, Desiree. And this is Angelo, a man of extraordinary talent."
Angelo bowed his head. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Desiree. I understand you are equally skilled."
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Angelo?" Marianne suggested, "and join us?"
Desiree looked near fainting while she watched Angelo immodestly strip. She kept glancing at Marianne, who refused to supply her answers to questions that popped through her head. Marianne simply put a finger to her lips and smiled, then nodded that she look at the hunky escort.
After Angelo stripped off his clothes, he hopped onto his back against a mound of pillows. He looked good enough to eat. His rugged bearing and muscled body got them wet. It was his cock, strong and tall, standing between his hairy legs that received most their scrutiny.
"Okay girls," Angelo invited, "don't be shy. There's plenty here for both of you."
"Let me at it," Desiree said, unable to contain herself. Her tits bounced furiously as she swung toward him. Wow! Whoever Angelo was, he looked excellent. She had listened to many sex phone calls and heard men brag about their cocks, but Angelo took the prize. The sight of a large erection always got her juices going. Angelo was huge and ready for some tongue action-of that she was sure. "I want to suck it."
"Not if I get my mouth on it first," Marianne stated boldly. She cupped her mound and squeezed. Ohhhhhhhhhh, it was damp and ready to take him.
The sight of pussy-wet and eager-seemed to inspire Angelo. His dick visibly throbbed in his fist. "Can't wait, can you, girls? That's okay. I can handle two mouths, two pussies."
"Let's hope so," Marianne said. "You've got two hungry girls on your hands. Hungry for cock." Slowly, she climbed onto the bed. A fierce pounding occurred in her pussy. She shivered, remembering her experience of the other night.
Desiree froze as she moved between Angelo's splayed thighs. Her eyes sparkled while viewing that enormously jutting thing.
Marianne settled beside her, staring at his big thing. "Don't you want to touch that?" she prompted Desiree. "Feel it in your hand?"
Desiree's adrenaline surged. Oh, yeah, she thought. After spending months and months with only pussy in her mouth, nothing compared to that monster. Angelo looked so good, swelled up and prepared to be taken. She swallowed hard.
"Take it," Angelo offered, elevating his hips in offering. "I want you to."
Desiree was woozy with lust. It was insane not to help herself to some of that delicious-looking cock and reaffirm once again that she was a woman. A very hot woman who had always loved a hard dick-no matter how long it had been.
Jesus, it stood tall and thick. She wondered what it would feel like in her pussy.
Slowly she reached for it. She felt it pulse immediately in her clasp. Those hot impulses that seized her when she first saw him rocked her. She began to stroke his dick, feel it respond to her hand. It grew, bulging in her fist. She worked it, moving it, turning on to its heat.
"Yes," she said hoarsely. "This is the real thing, Marianne. The real thing."
Desiree became mesmerized. Her body screamed for the satisfaction this cock could undoubtedly give. She felt her own desire climb, her pussy moistening with each second she was manually attached to his appendage.
"Don't stroke him so fast," Marianne warned, massaging her shoulders and encouraging her to explore her basic instincts. "We don't want him exploding without one of us to receive it."
Angelo groaned against the pillows. "Ahhhhh. She knows how to use her hand. Oh, yeah. Go ahead, baby. Stroke me. Move my cock through your fist. Squeeze me. I can take it. I won't erupt that easily." He closed his eyes. "Oh, yeah, baby, stroke my cock. I like that. Oh, yeah. Nice and easy. like that, yeah."
Numbly, Desiree nodded. Her flesh prickled with an infusion of heat. Her fingers tightened around his cock.
When she felt Marianne's hands on her, caressing her shoulders, she made no effort to stop her. Her stimulation mounted. The flick of Marianne's tongue at her stiffened nipple filled her body with exquisiteness. She shut her eyes and shivered.
"Lick her," Angelo instructed. "Lick her pussy."
Marianne must have sensed Angelo's approval to proceed in this fashion. Some men's fantasies were triggered by something so simple as one woman cunt-lapping another.
"Let's show Angelo what we've done so many times before. Our kind of entertainment. Our kind of enjoyment." Marianne murmured.
"Yes."
Marianne found herself thrilling to the slurp taken. Her clitoris acknowledged the female tongue that took possession of it. Her emotions rebelled as she was eaten. Her knees trembled as the assault continued, enriching the experience they shared.
"Does it taste good?" he asked.
Desiree gulped. She concentrated on the outline of Marianne's sluiced lips, dipping into the sweet nectar. "Oh, yes, I love eating her cunt."
"Don't be greedy, now. Let her sit on my cock."
Hypnotically, Marianne mounted him. He pushed up into her in unhurried fashion, savoring his fit. It was more than Marianne could bear. She cried out, feeling his thickness opening her cunt. He gripped her shoulders and made her descent final with a shattering pull.
"Oh, my God," Marianne cried out.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, baby," Angelo gasped. "Right after you had her tongue there, you get this." He arched his hips and drove himself high into her snatch. His balls strained against her packed lips as he pumped her good.
Desiree watched with envy as Marianne fucked him, undulating her ass cheeks as she absorbed his length. She knew of the pleasure Marianne was-likely experiencing as he shafted her, longing for the same heavenly transport.
She moved behind her and studied the way her cunt lips gripped his thick stem. His swollen balls stretched and moved with him. On impulse, she sent her tongue fluttering against the delicate flesh. The salty taste inspired her. She wended her way to the rigid trunk, licking as she went. Some of Marianne's pussy juice flavored her tongue. Mmmmmm. She could no longer help herself. She actively suckled at them, transferring her tongue from him to her girlfriend. From his accelerated movement, her actions excited him.
"Sit on my face now," he addressed Desiree. "I want both of you on me."
Desiree was only too eager to comply. She settled herself just over him, lowering her groin so that he could brush it with his pointed tongue.
"Oh, God," she groaned. "Don't stop."
He pulled her down so she was covering his face, then did things with his mouth she found indescribable. She twisted and bucked as he ate her, making her body scream with pleasure.
"You like it wild, don't you?" he groaned.
"Yes, we love it."
"Me, too."
Across from her, Marianne humped. She rocked in consumed heat, maneuvering her pussy lips against his cock. From her dazed expression, Desiree knew she was about to cum. Instinctively, she reached out and pinched both her nipples. Marianne's mouth shaped into an agonized O, and then released a prolonged gasp. "Ohhhhhhh." A second later, she started shaking violently. "Uhhhh! God-"
"Go easy, baby," Angelo grunted. "If you move too fast in the wrong direction while you're sitting on me, you're going to hurt yourself."
Desiree pushed her backward, urging her against the bed. Still shuddering with orgasm, Marianne did not repel her efforts. His big dick popped from her cunt as she fell against the sheets, struggling for air.
"I want more of her pussy," Desiree stated, steering herself between Marianne's legs. She sucked at the pink flesh, lapping at the hole previously occupied by his cock. She could feel her still quivering from climax and the friction of his dick. Desiree shivered and licked, surprised by her appetite. She enjoyed it far beyond the stretch of her imagination.
Marianne moaned as Desiree ate her pussy. She was too overcome by stimulation to prevent her tongue from stroking her clit. She writhed and clutched at her shoulders, then finally clawed her head as Desiree worked on her.
Desiree felt the mattress shift from behind, then suddenly, he was positioned by her ass with his stiff cock. "Hold it right there," Angelo said, then a second later, he slipped his hard thing between her tight cunt lips. "Ahhhhhhhhh."
She groaned aloud as he began fucking her, slamming his groin against her butt. He dick thickly penetrated her, dominating her senses. She gave out a whimper, then plunged onward with her task. Desiree wanted to make Marianne cum again.
"Suck her," Angelo commanded. "Suck her good. Eat that pussy!"
Marianne felt on fire. She twisted her body to and fro, thrusting her groin in Desiree's face. The sensation was building, building.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
He hastened his strokes, then sent his cum gushing into Desiree's hole. She had just achieved orgasm as he hammered his shaft in his final throes.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Angelo was unstoppable. Insanely, he swung his hips, powering himself into Desiree's sopping hole.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned as he went in and out. She clawed at the sheets. "Oh, God-Angelo, fuck me! Please, fuck me!
Angelo didn't require prompting. He swung his hips at her, burying his cock again and again. It slid sweetly into her hot pussy, covering his entire bulk. Oh, yeah, he thought dreamily, jamming all he had into her-nice, juicy cunt.
Desiree listened to the wet sounds they generated while connected. She sobbed as he occupied so much space in her body. It was incredible, having such a throbbing, solid thing in her pussy.
Marianne watched them while stroking herself. She couldn't believe how hot they looked. She recalled her singular pleasure while Angelo had given her the same business. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Just thinking about it got her horny all over again.
While Angelo fucked Desiree, Marianne's fertile imagination went to work. She thought about a way of bringing the three of them together in a way that would thrill her endlessly.
"How does she feel, stud?" Marianne sassed.
"Nice." Angelo kept pumping Desiree with his cock. His eyes, however, were glued to Marianne.
Desiree could barely look at her. Each thrust propelled her closer to orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Angelo fucked Desiree faster as he studied the delightful angles of Marianne's flesh.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, keen to his observation.
"Why don't you return to bed and I'll show you," Angelo muttered, slamming his dick hard into Desiree's pussy. "I'll pump you for a while."
Marianne giggled. "I intend to, but under my conditions."
Angelo didn't have the remotest idea as to what Marianne was suggesting. At the moment, he didn't care. He had Desiree to please first. Her snatch absorbed him in one long, continuous swallow. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It felt so good, he knew he couldn't pull out and take care of Marianne. No, he was going to cum inside Desiree first, then repeat his previous performance of showing Marianne what a real man could do.
Marianne strutted over to the drawer and extracted the dildo attached to the elastic straps.
"What are you going to do with that?" Angelo asked.
Marianne's lips curved. "I'm going to fuck you with it."
Angelo laughed. "You've got to be kidding. I'm not going to let you stick a thing like that in my ass. That's not what we agreed upon."
"Sure you will," she purred. "You're a stud, capable of handling all types of pleasure. Think about what you're shoving into Desiree. Having you ever wondered what it would be feel to have a woman fuck you."
Angelo said nothing, watching her closely.
Marianne looped the strap about her waist and fastened it. The dildo stretched from her pussy like an excited cock. The dark hair of her pussy curled around its thick base. "It'll be fun, baby. It'll feel so good."
Angelo swallowed roughly. He could do little more than fuck Desiree while Marianne climbed onto the bed. He felt her hot, stimulating breath against his neck. He sensed her lustful vibrations, then shuddered as she massaged his shoulders.
"I won't hurt you, stud," she sighed. "I'll go slow. It'll be good."
Desiree was surprised Angelo would allow Marianne to carry out her kinky plan. He made no motion to push her away, to challenge her authority. Angelo didn't strike her as the kind of man who would go for that sort of thing. Even as she considered his acceptance, she moaned and took what he crammed between her legs. All she could do was remain on her knees and elbows while that huge cock penetrated her. Ohhhhhhhh. It felt so good, she couldn't resist it.
Marianne, with a tube of K-Y Jelly in her possession, squeezed an abundant amount on her palm. She watched as it oozed thickly onto her skin, then let her eyes flicker at Angelo. She saw his balls mold against Desiree's ass as he pushed his entire cock into her pussy. She listened to Desiree respond breathlessly as she was fucked with it.
"Desiree and I just used this," she explained, her voice tender and bewitching. "I fucked her pussy. She loved every second of it." She turned to her friend. "Which do you prefer, baby: real flesh and blood, or rubber?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Desiree replied, surrendering to the ecstasy of the moment.
Marianne's lips curved. "Does it feel good to stick your whole thing into her cunt, then listen to her verbal pleasure?"
Angelo was shaking, pumping Desiree softly. It was as though he was anticipating Marianne's move.
Marianne smeared the tip of the dildo with K-Y, then transferred the rest to her other finger. She looked for Angelo's expression as she inserted that finger into his anus.
"Oh, Jesus," he muttered, pausing only for a second before resuming his fever-giving strokes.
"It's nice, eh?" Marianne taunted. She pushed her digit further into his rectum, sliding back and forth, letting it disappear into his butt. "Feels good?"
"Christ." His voice was low, tense.
Marianne gave him several more seconds of pumping before removing her finger. He was sufficiently lubricated, she decided. She brought the head of the dildo to his asshole. "I take it you escorts have never been asked to do this, eh? But that's what you're paid for: to explore new horizons, look for new avenues of pleasure. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I'll take care of you, baby. I promise. I want you to enjoy it. I'll go nice and slow."
Angelo's groin whacked Desiree's buttocks even harder. The wet sounds reverberated throughout the room. Desiree was equally excited, almost as if she was the one about to receive that thing attached to Marianne. Both seemed to defer to her command. Marianne plainly dominated the scene.
Marianne steered the rubber head into position, then pushed into Angelo's butt.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Angelo groaned, his features contorted. "Oh, God." He choked up as she urged it through his startled anus, his tone guttural.
"It's okay, baby," Marianne purred, caressing his biceps with one hand while working the dildo into his ass with the other. "It's okay."
"God," he hissed, clenching his teeth. He gripped Desiree tightly by the waist, giving her an example of the sensations he underwent. Not once, however, did he demand Marianne stop. He submitted to her full-flamed desire.
Marianne penetrated him, allowing several moments to pass before she reached bottom. She then began dragging it back and forth, causing his rectum to bulge as she fucked him. "How does it feel now, baby? Good?"
He groaned heavily, letting it absorb him. Sweat dripped profusely from his brow, trickling onto Desiree's back. His mutterings were unintelligible.
Whether or not getting fucked in the ass had comprised his vast sexual experiences, Angelo seemed interested in moving forward. He did not jerk away from Marianne, nor did he insist she halt.
Desiree moaned, feeling his hard cock bore into her cunt. If anything, getting his ass pumped by Marianne fed him with excitement as never before. He almost seemed to get bigger while in her pussy, straining her walls to the max. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. "More," she panted at Angelo. "More, baby. Fuck me harder. Yes."
Marianne enjoyed fucking Angelo. She suspected Angelo had a fantasy such as the one she invented. After servicing so many women, it was probably a treat to let one do as she wished with him. She gladly serviced him, swinging her hips toward him and burying the dildo in his ass. "Take it, stud. Take it all. Here it comes. You like it-I can see that. Here-"
"Jesus," he groaned again, hungering for it. "Yes. Oh, baby. Fuck me. Go ahead. Bury that mother. Oh, Jesus. Fuck my ass. Give it to me."
"You like being fucked by a woman," Marianne said. "You like having one give you that same thrill." The base of the dildo placed a higher demand against her sodden flesh. She felt it dig into her pussy, rubbing against her clit.
Marianne was getting horny from the fluctuating pressure. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She could probably cum, if she concentrated enough.
"Fuck him, Marianne," Desiree called out to her. "Fuck his ass."
"I am, baby," Marianne said. "I'm fucking him for both of us."
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Angelo gasped, feeling it slide deep into his butt, stimulating his sphincter as never before. "Oh, God. Oh, baby. Yeah. Get it all in there. Push with your pussy. Yeah. Fuck me."
Marianne worked the dildo harder, pumping him until he was out of breath. Angelo's face was red, streaming with perspiration. He saw Desiree taking pleasure from his cock as he fucked her, then took pleasure from Marianne fucking him.
"Oh, God, baby," he grunted. "Ughhhhhhh-"
He didn't spare a moment. He pulled his cock out of Desiree and shot over her ass. His cum splashed over her quivering flesh. He stroked himself, letting those creamy beads ooze from his cumhole.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he muttered, pumping himself with his fist. "Yeah."
Very slowly, Marianne pulled out of Angelo. She didn't want to overdo it. The dildo was slick from the K-Y and his ass. She detached the straps and tossed it over to the side.
Shortly after she withdrew the dildo from
Angelo, he collapsed onto his side, breathing roughly. He was still shuddering with orgasm.
Marianne slithered up to Desiree, wrapping her in her arms. "How did that rate to your damned sex phone calls? Hotter, I'll bet."
Desiree smiled dreamily. "Much."
Angelo groaned, then turned over on his other side.
Marianne smirked. She'd have to return the video tape to him before he left-a condition Angelo had set prior to making their little arrangement.
After Angelo had fucked her the other night, he'd found the video camera whirring away, capturing him on tape. Marianne had no choice but to explain her intention of writing a tell-all story to splash over the front page of Snitch. Angelo decided to bargain with her: if she surrendered the tape, he would give her one additional night of intense pleasure. Marianne, considering her girlfriend Desiree, and shivering from the number of orgasms he gave her, agreed. Angelo had reawakened her need for cock-he could do the same for Desiree.
Angelo had performed wonderfully. Marianne felt he preserved his end of their pact. She might not have her front page story, but she received something a lot more delicious.
Companions Unlimited, alias Fantasy Escorts-what a more fitting name, she thought. Perhaps she and Desiree would have the opportunity to use them again.
