Robin Prentiss steered the big white Rolls Royce up to the curb in front of the Beverly Hills branch of National Trust and Finance and stopped. Against the snow white glove leather interior, her long, dark hair looked almost black, the tan of her slender arms and long, elegant legs honey brown. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting red shorts, platform sandals, and a white tube top that clung provocatively to the lush curves of her firm, riplely jutting breasts. She felt very sexy behind the wheel of the expensive machine, her legs and round buttocks cradled, cushioned by the incredibly smooth and soft leather.
The car wasn't hers, not by a long shot, but someday, someday she'd have one just like it, she told herself. She leaned forward, peering across the plush interior and out the window on the passenger side, at the huge glass double doors of the bank's entrance. As she stared expectantly, a tall, distinguished-looking man dressed in a white threepiece suit, an open collar Italian silk shirt, straw fedora and sun glasses came hurrying out of the doorway, briefcase in hand. She smiled, her full soft lips turning up at the corners, her smoky violet eyes twinkling.
The man walked straight to the Rolls' passenger door, opened it and got in. As he did, Robin got a powerful whiff of his expensive and very masculine cologne.
"Phew! What a morning!" he said, sagging back into the passenger seat. He removed his hat and carelessly tossed it and his briefcase into the back seat. His profile was strong and lean, his nose arched, chin firm, lips thick and sensual. His curly hair was salt and pepper colored; his eyes were pale blue. Like Robin, he had the richly bronzed skin of a Los Angelino in the summertime. "You did a swell job, Robin," he said. "I apologize again for leaving such a mess for you to clean up."
"It must've been one heck of a party," the dark-haired girl said.
"Yeah, the man said, his gaze dropping to the peaks of her breasts. Through the flimsy, elasticized material of the tube top, the large, soft, round rings of her nipples could be clearly seen. "Those record company blow-outs usually are, especially when the executives are sniffing around for a big loan. They pull out all the stops."
Robin felt a slight rush of warmth in her cheeks as she watched the man leering at her breasts. She also felt an alarming stirring in the tips of her nipples, a delicious quivering tension. She didn't get that kind of a thrill from all her clients, but all her clients weren't as good looking or as skilled as Bob Burns, bank executive.
"The Rolls is all set," she said. "It's gassed up and ready to go."
"Any problem with gas lines?" he asked, his eyes dropping not to the car's gas gauge, but to her sleek, golden thighs.
Robin shrugged and gave him a little smile, but inside she seethed. Gas lines! They were really making a mess of her business. The beautiful 28-year-old made her living providing Beverly Hills executives with tender loving care for their luxury cars. While the tycoons were in their penthouse offices, wheeling and dealing, she was out making sure that the machines were spotlessly clean, inside and out, polished, performance-tuned, and the gas tanks topped off with 100-octane premium. Waiting in long lines at service stations meant that she could handle fewer cars each day ... and fewer cars meant less income. She didn't like to think about things like that.
"Where are you off to now?" Bob asked.
"I'm due over at the body shop on Melrose and LaBrea," she said. "I'm supposed to pick up a Jag XKE."
"Anybody I know?"
"Mr. Adolf, the stock broker," she said.
Bob smirked. "Yeah, I know him," he said, answering his own question. "My investments paid for that red coffin-on-wheels of his! Did he crash it up on Pacific Coast Highway again?"
"No," she said, reaching out to pull the keys from the ignition, pausing, hoping that he would stop her... and of course he did.
"Wait a second, Robin," he said. "Why don't you drive over there in this car? It'll save wear and tear on yours. I mean, you're already behind the wheel and everything."
"What about you?" she said, fighting back the urge to beam at him.
"Oh, hell," he said, "I've got nothing else to do before one anyway. I might as well ride over there with you."
"You're sure you haven't got something else in mind?" she said tauntingly, her eyes searching his.
He looked at her breasts again. They were perfect, ripe, sleepy cones of resilient flesh. Bob Burns had something else in mind, all right. He wanted to scoop those luscious globes up and out of the tight tube top, to bury his face between their sleek sides, to feel her hot, crinkly nipples teasing over his cheeks and ears. A sudden wave of searing heat lanced through his groin, making him shiver. He wanted to do more than play with the pretty brunette's firm breasts. He wanted to do much, much more.
"Hey," he said, showing her his open, upturned palms, "you know me better than that." The look on his face was one of pure innocence.
Robin giggled. Bob Burns was a lot of things, but "innocent" was not one of them. He was a rich and powerful man, influential on an international scale, and he dearly loved to fuck beautiful women in general and Robin in particular. He hadn't been the first of her clients that she'd allowed to seduce her... and she knew that he wouldn't be the last, either ... but she had a special fondness for him. He was, after all, a good deal younger than most of the men she dealth with and he was a master in the art of making love.
"I get extra for acting as chauffeur," she said, starting up the Rolls and swerving away from the curb.
"Really?" he said. "Gee, I guess I'd better check to make sure I got enough to cover it." Out of the corner of her eye, Robin saw him fumbling with his white, French cut slacks. He wasn't fumbling with his pockets, though. The banker was fumbling with his fly!
"Let's see," he said, unzipping himself and reaching into his crotch. "What have we got here?"
Robin jerked her gaze over and down as the handsome man hauled out close to a foot of soft, fleshy cock. "God!" she groaned. What Bob had between his legs never failed to amaze her. Not only was his penis long and thick, with an enormous, spongy purple head, but it was smooth as silk, its faintly pinkish brown skin shining like fine satin. Under the outer skin, curling and twining like blue snakes, were the heavy veins that fed his monstrous muscle. Sprouting out around the root, sticking lewdly from his open fly were tufts of coarse black pubic hair.
"Hey! Watch it!!" Bob cried, gesturing toward the road ahead.
Robin looked back just in time to see the red light and the stopped line of cars ahead of her. She hit the brakes hard and avoided slamming into the back of a police black and white by only inches.
The officer behind the wheel looked up in his rear view mirror and the cop riding shotgun twisted around to glare at her over the back of the front seat.
"Oh, hell!" Robin said, shooting a worried look down at Bob's naked loins. He was playing with himself! He was looking right at the cops who were looking at him ... and jacking off!
"They aren't going to do fuck," he said, through his grin, his fist sliding up and down the slowly stiffening length of his penis, coaxing the huge cock into a stubborn, jutting erection.
Robin looked back at the cops. The light had turned green and the cars in front were moving away from the intersection. The passenger cop waved a finger at the Rolls, as if to say "Naughty, naughty." Then the cop car drove off. She couldn't help but wonder if they would've done the same thing rf they'd been able to see the obscene salute the banker was giving them. Probably, she decided. Probably.
"Take a right at the next corner," he said.
A chill rippled down Robin's spine. It was detour time. She started to make a comment, a witty remark about them going in the wrong direction, but the sounds that filled the Rolls' front seat stopped her cold. She could hear the slithery sound his hand made as it slid over the smooth hot skin of his upraised penis, the same kind of sound made by a pair of thighs in nylon stockings, a swish-swish, swish-swish. And under the rhythmic pumping noise, she could hear his deepening breathing. Bob was getting himself all worked up!
As she made the right turn, she looked over at him again and moaned softly. His penis was gargantuan! A ruddy tree limb sticking up from his hairy loins, every vein standing out thick and blue against the satiny skin, every tendon and sinew taut, jutting, and the huge purple head all bloated out from the pressure of the hot blood pumping into it. In that instant, she felt a powerful surge of weakness. Just the sight of his stiff erection made her go all soft and gooey inside, made her want to fall down on her knees before its virile majesty, to offer it servile kisses and licks. Between her legs, a bonfire was billowing, blossoming, lapping up over the curve of her belly and down between the round, tight moons of her buttocks.
"Another right, here," he said, his voice thick and husky from his arousal.
She obeyed. She knew that he was going to take her someplace nice and dark and quiet, someplace where he could use that blood-heated rod of male lust on her in privacy, without fear of interruption. Under the tight-fitting tube top, her aching nipple buds were springing into crinkly erection, burning with lustful excitement. Her right hand slipped from the steering wheel, dropping to her golden thigh, then slowly bridging the gap between them.
'Turn into the horseshoe drive on the right. The Tudor house ... Wow!!!" he cried.
Robin's hand closed tight about the knobbish purple head of his cock, squeezing it passionately. "MMMMM, BOB! BOB, IT'S SO HOT!" she crooned, rubbing the heavy, smooth bulb into her soft palm.
"YEAH! OOOOOH, YEAH!" he groaned, squirming under her expert caresses, continuing to madly masturbate his shaft while she played with his cock head.
The swollen bulb filled her first, not only with its enormous girth, but with its fiery heat, and it made the center of her palm ache with a desperate longing. She turned the Rolls into the driveway, taking the turn fast, gunning the big car up the cobblestone drive, then brining it to a screeching halt in front of the English style mansion's double front doors. She cut the engine with her left hand, still squeezing, massaging the blood-heated head of his penis with her right.
"OOOOOh, OOHHHH, YES!" the banker moaned, his eyes slitted with pleasure, his hips thrust forward, his fingers encircling the massive, rigid root of his cock.
Robin felt like she was coming down with a fever. Her. cheeks were horribly flushed and her lungs burned each time she took a breath. The scent in the Rolls was no longer merely Bob's expensive cologne. There was something else, something musky and dank, something incredibly virile. It was the odor of his loins, his seething, jutting loins. She slipped her other hand about the thick neck of his upraised penis and started pumping the shaft, working her silky soft fingers up and down the blazing rod of muscle.
"OH! OH, MAN!!" Bob croaked, shuddering as she drove his huge cock through her tightly squeezing fist. His hips began jerking, driving his penis into the restricting tightness, fucking lewdly into her hand.
As her fist slid up and down the lust-bloated spear, she gave it a maddening, fluttering caress, and the insistent milking stroke almost immediately brought something hot and sticky to the blood-filled tip of his cock, something that smeared obscenely over her palm.
"You're leaking!" she moaned, jerking her right hand back and holding his stiff penis straight up with her left. The angry purple head pulsed, throbbing visibly in her grip, the spongy rim flaring, the tiny slit in its face opening as more of the rich white pre-cum oozed forth, dribbling down over the velvety head, glistening luridly.
Bob just groaned and shifted his hips, his cock flexing hard against the grip of her hand ... and forcing more of the viscous semen to well from his aching bulb.
The sight of his leaking pre-cum did something to the pretty brunette. She was holding his long, thick-fleshed cock in her hand and it Was drooling long wet strands of gleaming sperm and she was suddenly so excited that she could hardly bear it. It was the combination of things that unhinged her. The combination of the feel of his manhood throbbing in her grip, the sight of it stiffly quivering before her, the smell of its musty arousal, and the knowledge that she, Robin Prentiss, had an undeniable power over this banker, this enormously rich and important man. It was up to Robin whether or not he would reach climax, up to her whim, really, though the thing was never in doubt. Even more than exercising her power over her wealthy clientele, she enjoyed seeing, feeling the results of that power, seeing the sudden, spurting gush of white sperm, feeling the viscous gobs splashing on her trembling skin.
The brunette let her left hand slip all the way up to clasp the knobbish head, and in so doing, smeared the slippery seminal fluid all over her fingers and palm. When she drove her first back down over the length of his erection, it was exquisitely lubricated.
"UHHHH!!" Bob gasped as the tight wetness glided down over his rigid cock, his hips jerking up from the seat. Even more pre-cum oozed from his penis, drooling in sluggish waves down over her squeezing fingers.
She could tell that the banker was not long for this world, that at any second he would be ejaculating his rich, virile sperm all over the white glove leather interior. She paused, panting softly, her hand tight about his throbbing cock root.
"Shouldn't we go inside or something?" she said.
"Inside?!" Bob said, his eyes widening.
She nodded. "Anybody could walk by and see," she said. "Wouldn't it be better in the house?"
He smirked. "I doubt that," he said. "I don't think my mother-in-law would appreciate getting cum all over her Persian rugs and Louis Fourteenth furniture."
"Mother-in-law?!" Robin said, gaping up at the massive facade of the three-story mansion.
"Yes," he said, flexing his groin muscles, making his cock give a hard throb in her grip, "the old bat's up there somewhere, peeking out at us right now, you can bet on it."
Robin gave him as astonished look, but she didn't release his quivering stiffness.
"Hey, don't worry, Robin," he said, grinning, "this isn't the first time I've pulled up into her driveway in broad daylight with a sexy girl. I do it to give her a slow burn. Come on, baby, let's light a fire under the old bat's ass!"
The brunette blinked at him. "But your wife?" she said. "Won't your mother-in-law tell your wife?!"
He laughed at that. "She's too busy up there playing with her cunt to pick up the phone," he said. "Before I got the daughter, you see, I nailed the mother, but good. She's still got the hots for me, a real pain in the butt. I do this every once in a while to keep her in line, to show her who's boss, but I know damn well she gets off behind it."
Robin shook her head dazedly. The convoluted sexual hanky panky of the Beverly Hills rich were often beyond her.
"GO ON, GIVE IT A SUCK," Bob said thickly, lifting his ass up from the seat, making the angry glistening head of his penis jab up lewdly toward her face.
Robin may not have fully understood the motivations for the sex show she was being invited to put on, but she knew what she liked. Groaning from low in her belly, she quickly bent down and threw her pretty face against the searing, smooth-skinned shaft of his erection, pressing her moist, open mouth down on the sticky white fluid that shone like melted pearl upon the throbbing, rigid flesh.
"EAT IT! EAT IT!" he cried, clutching at her long, dark hair, pulling her face harder against his aching Cock, making the swollen bulb rub over her lips and cheeks, smearing the viscous pre-cum every which way.
She didn't need any encouragement in that regard. The musky scent, the sticky consistency, the salty pungent flavor of his cum assaulted her senses and she couldn't seem to get enough of it. Whining like a bitch in heat, the beautiful woman bathed the vein-marbled underside of the banker's cock with famished kisses, her pointed pink tongue sweeping out from between her parted tips, swirling over the hot, smooth skin, licking away the thick drops of semen while he writhed and squirmed in ecstasy.
"I LOVE YOUR CUM," she crooned to his wetly gleaming bulb. "I LOVE HOW IT TASTES!" She could feel the sex heat billowing through her body, not only in nipples and cheeks, but between her legs as well. Her hands suddenly left his staff and started ripping at his fly and waistband, peeling down his pants so that all of his genitals were accessible to her.
For a moment, she stared rapturously at the massive, kidney-shaped orbs of his testicles in their wrinkly brown sack, at the thick black hair that sprouted over its bulging skin, then grabbed for the swaying, bloated erection.
"AAAGGGHHH!" Bob gasped as her feverish fingers once again closed around the steely neck of his penis.
With her free hand, Robin caught hold of the upper edge of her tube top and jerked it down, allowing the heavy-tipped mounds of her breasts to spill out. The supple, succulent rounds were the same satiny golden color as her arms, legs and belly; the only difference being the crinkly pink points of her nipples. Robin, like many Southern California girls, sunbathed in the nude and had a silky, alt-over tan.
"Like them?" she asked, leaning forward, making the tawny cones hang straight down, sleek and sexy.
It was a silty question.
The banker reached out, fingers trembling with eagerness, and took hold of her breasts. He caressed them firmly, but gently, relishing the smoothness, the fineness of her skin, the resilience of her jutting mounds, the heat and tautness of her pert young nipples.
Waves of pleasure rushed from Robin's captive nipples, shooting straight down over her belly and down between her legs.
"DO IT HARDER!" she gasped, putting her hand over his, mashing his fingers down into the soft suppleness of her breasts. "SQUEEZE THEM HARDER!"
Bob pushed her breasts up against her chest, flattening them out into golden full moons, grinding them and their hot nipples into his palms. He marveled at the way they shifted under his fingers, as if they were filled with a heavy, creamy liquid, and as he mauled her, his breathing came in short, stuttering gasps.
Robin pumped her fist up and down his cock vigorously, making the velvety outer sheath of skin slide over the rigid inner bone, sending flurries of excitement coursing down his upraised shaft. She leaned further forward, moving her breasts closer to his face, gripping his cock with an even tighter pressure.
"OOOOOH, YOUR HARD DICK FEELS SO GOOOOOD!" she moaned. "SUCK MY TITS. PLEASE, PLEASE SUCK MY TITS."
The banker hungrily stuffed the rounded end of her right breast into his open mouth, his hot, wet lips sliding down over the tautened stub of her nipple. Robin stiffened and sucked in between her clenched teeth as the heat of his lips and the moisture of his tongue engulfed her crinkly bud. His mouth made a tight, puckering ring, his cheeks went concave, and then he started sucking furously, working the stiff stub back and forth with his tongue, stretching the entire peak of her breasts far from her silky chest.
"OOOHHH, YES! YESSSS!" she cried as ecstasy exploded between her thighs, as the nibbling of his teeth on her sensitive, swollen flesh sent her clitoris into throes of wild delight. In her frenzied excitement, she twisted his cock quite hard, causing the thick-fleshed sheath to wrinkle, to rumple up about the base of his shaft, causing the sheath above her grip to be drawn down tightly over the cockhead, making the flaring cap flatten and the broad bulb elongate. Her powerful, milking stroke brought forth a heavy pulse of viscous pre-cum that welled from the aching tip of his penis and oozed down over his friction-reddened shaft, down over her tightly squeezing fingers.
Suddenly, she was afraid that he was going to spurt too soon, that he was going to go off outside her body. She didn't want that.
"WAIT!! DARLING, WAIT!!" she moaned, pushing back, dragging her glistening pink nipple from between his sucking lips. She immediately dropped to her knees on the floor at his feet, her hands pulling his trousers down around his ankles and off over his shoes, then pushing his knees wide apart and slipping between them. When she leaned forward, her soft, swaying breasts teased over the tops of his thighs, her pointy nipples dragging through the black curly hair. She relaxed her death grip on the base of his throbbing penis and used her thumb to smear the gleaming, sticky white pre-cum all over the bulbous end of his cock.
"SUCK ME, BABY," he said, his fingers twisting in her hair.
"I will, I will," she panted. Then she looked up at him, up at him around the swaying, luridly erect staff. "I'LL SUCK IT UNTIL YOU CUM," she said, her eyes flashing.
Bob groaned anxiously as the pretty brunette pressed the upper surface of his penis hard against his belly and chest, pinning it tight to his torso, as she squirmed deeper between his splayed thighs, her hot breath gusting wantonly over his sperm-bloated testicles.
Robin took a deep breath and her nostrils flared as the smell of his heat, raw and dank, hit her. She parted her lips and a gob of saliva slipped free, spilling down her chin and drooling onto the nasty, wrinkly skin of his scrotum.
"JEEEEZ!" he croaked, jerking violently at the feel of her hot, wet saliva bathing his balls.
Then Robin pressed her trembling lips to the underside of his massive cock root, to the point where it joined his hair-matted sack. She moaned deliriously into the tacky, leathery skin as the sharp, manly taste of his juicy cock exploded on her tongue.
Bob jerked again, his hips bucking up from the seat, lewdly mashing his swollen balls into her pretty face.
But Robin was more interested in cock than in balls. She started lapping at his cock hungrily, curling her tongue about it, giving it frantic root to tip locks. She coated the smooth, vein-marbled underside with her slippery saliva, licking away the pale gobs of pre-cum, squirming her tongue excitedly against the hot and throbbing flesh. Each time her tongue swept past the neck of his penis, the tip digging salaciously into his oozing cleft, the banker's ass flipped and churned.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A COCK!" she murmured, her warm, wet lips kissing the very snout of his penis, her tongue swirling round and round the bloated, sensitive head.
Bob was gritting his teeth, digging his nails into the glove leather upholstery, fighting the almost overpowering urge to cum that her obscene caresses were giving him. Her juicy tongue was drooling hot saliva all over his cock, her lips sucked, her teeth nibbled every inch of it. As exciting as the sensations she was giving him, it was the sight of her, of such a beautiful woman, so slavishly worshipping his upraised erection, that turned him on more than anything.
"GET IT," he coaxed her, shooting a glance out the passenger window, up at the second-story of the mansion. There was a window open up there and the shades were drawn back. He grinned. "GO ON, BABY, SUCK IT. EAT MY DICK."
Robin whimpered excitedly and popped the huge, shining bulb into her mouth.
The banker's whole body convulsed as the marvelous heat of her mouth encased his aching cockhead. "YYYEEEAAAHHH," he moaned, watching through pleasure-slitted eyes, seeing the way her soft cheeks ballooned out to accommodate the girth of his bulb, seeing the way that her warm, wet lips oval led as they slipped down to the broadly throbbing neck of his cock.
She held his cockhead still in her mouth for a long moment, revelling in the sexy sensation, in the way it stretched her cheeks and made her jaws ache. She adored it. She adored the intense pulsing heat, the velvety softness of the skin, the salty taste of his pungent sperm. The pressure down on the back of her tongue was awesome, gagging, but even that was pleasurable to her. She gazed up at him, holding his massive erection in her mouth, like a family dog might hold its master's slipper, and she saw that his eyes were bloodshot, glazed with ecstasy. Between her painfully parted lips, the huge knob began throbbing ominously. He was close, very, very close to climax.
Slowly, she shoved his cock into her throat, forcing the blood-filled tip to slide down into the narrow passage, forcing the underside of his smooth-skinned shaft to glide along the trembling, writhing length of her tongue.
"UHHHH!!" Bob whined, his eyes bulging as he watched his own lurid erection disappear between her yawning, ovalled lips, as he felt the exquisite tightness of her throat clasping at his aching, rigid flesh.
Robin gave herself no mercy. She let his penis fill her to the point of pain, taking the whole straining length of it into her gullet until the knobbish, rubbery head bumped into something solid. She could feel his coarse black pubic hairs tickling her nose and chin, and when she looked down she could see her own torturously stretched mouth clasping wetly, subserviently at the hairy root of his huge cock. Waves of scorching heat washed over her face as she twisted her head, turning the tight ring of her lips about the fleshy thickness of his cock, grinding her mouth down lower, fighting to get every inch of him down.
When her lips brushed the wrinkly skin of his scrotum, her nose nuzzling into the saliva-moistened mat of his pubic hair. Bob let out a low wail of pleasure. His hand was pushing hard at the back of her head, holding her impaled, utterly skewered to the root of his mammoth erection. He ground his hips lewdly, obscenely rubbing his testicles into her warm, wet chin, screwing the enormous rod of his cock around in the tightness of her throat.
She whimpered at that, at the pain, as his hard loins rasped her lips, crushing them back into her teeth, at the pain as the sides of his penis rolled over the already widely stretched walls of her throat. She whimpered, but made no attempt to pull back, to disgorge the huge member.
"You love that big old dick, don't you?" he crooned to her, his hand grasping her long, silky hair and pulling back, forcing her to give up her hard-won prize.
She whimpered again as the long, thick penis pulled back from the scalding depths of her throat, the head pressing gaggingly down onto the back of her tongue as it popped up into her mouth. She gulped around the pulsing thickness, her fingers wrapping tight about the wetly dripping shaft, pulling at the root of his bloated erection, trying to shove it all back into her.
Bob laughed at her, laughed at the rampant, wanton need in her eyes, at the fever in her cheeks. She was wild for his cock! She was ready to take everything he could fuck her way! He held her straining lips at bay, held them about the flaring, glistening rim of his penis, using her long dark hair as a handle.
"Want it, huh?" he said, swiveling his hips, making the knobbish head of his penis roll about in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
She tried to nod her head, but the hand in her hair prevented her, so she just sucked, sucked as hard as she could on the rubbery head of his cock, her cheeks going concave, nostrils flaring.
"AAHAHH!" he groaned, shivering at the power of her mouth, at the delicious tingles of pleasure her madly nursing lips sent coursing down his lust-heated flesh.
She sucked even harder, her wet lips making sloppy, nasty sounds against the smooth, moist bulb. She needed him so badly that nothing else mattered. Her loins were on fire, throbbing with frantic excitement, oozing with anticipation.
The banker writhed on the seat, furiously fighting the animal urges that were welling up within him. Her hard-sucking mouth, her lashing tongue held him on the verge of orgasm, and he teetered there, helplessly for a moment that seemed like it would never end.
Then he could not hold back. He had to empty his bloated testicles, had to unleash his teeming sperm! Growling like a jungle beast, he jammed her face down, skewering her throat on his huge erection, driving her soft lips down to the hairy root.
Robin gagged and choked as the enormous rod plowed into her, but even as she felt the awful splitting pressure, the outward pressure on the walls of her throat, the big cock was being pulled back, or rather, her head was being shoved back, and its throbbing girth was ripped through the soft, quivering channel of her mouth and throat.
"GET IT!" he coughed, ramming her head back down, then wrenching it up. He was forcing her to bob her head, forcing her to fuck his cock with her mouth and throat. Dribbles of clear saliva trickled down over the shiny, friction-reddened skin of his penis and her ovalled lips pumped up and down, up and down from tip to root and back again.
The pain was so intense that tears came to Robin's eyes. He was using her throat like it was the cunt of some well-worn whore! He was using it ruthlessly, without a thought for her pleasure or comfort! The sawing pressure and the awesome friction heat made her want to scream, but she didn't dare for fear that she would strangle.
She could feel his excitement starting to peak, even as the hurt of the brutal throat fuck became almost unendurable. She could feel it in the pulsations of his penis against her tightly clasping lips, feel it in the steam heat of his balls against her bare stomach.
Above her, the distinguished-looking man began to tremble, to quiver like a tree in a strong wind. Instead of pushing and pulling her head with his hand in her hair, he started sliding his hips forward and back, fucking into her throat like it was a pussy.
Then a drop of something hot and salty drooled oyer the back of her battered tongue and all thought of the pain disappeared for Robin. She was tasting his cum! Tasting it fresh from the spigot! Caught up in a whirlwind of wanton passion, of animal, cock sucking lust, she went totally wild, sucking, licking, bobbing her head frenetically as she tried to bring on the sticky deluge.
"OH! OHHHH!!" Bob gasped, his back arching up from the seat, his loins jerking forward, thrusting his long, thick-fleshed penis deep into her throat as his testicles exploded with ecstasy.
Suddenly, Robin's mouth was flooded with his warm, viscous sperm. It surged over the roof of her mouth and swirled down her throat in a tidal wave that choked her. Moaning, gagging around the horrendous mouthful, the pretty brunette stopped bobbing her head and let the climaxing banker fuck his madly pulsing cock in and out of her mouth at will, while she kept her wet, warm lips tightly clasped about his hard, rubbery bulb. Again and again, the great rod bucked, jetting gusher after gusher of thick, rich semen into her mouth and throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, cooing with pleasure as the pungency of his cum seared her nostrils, filling her skull so full of its manly aroma that she thought it would explode from the pressure.
"UHHHH! UHHHHH" the banker groaned, his hips sliding back and forth on an invisible two-foot long track, his buttocks slapping against the white leather seat back, his saliva-coated groin slapping against her wetly gleaming mouth and chin.
It was delicious for her, but it was not enough. She had to show him just how much she loved his cock, his cum. Without warning, she jerked her head back and to the side, allowing the glistening knob to slip from her lips.
"NOOOO!!" he wailed miserably as he felt the hot tightness vanish from around his jerking, cumming cock.
Before he could do anything about the situation, Robin grabbed the sticky shaft and held the purple knob against her face at the corner of her parted lips.
"JEEEEZ!" he croaked as his penis throbbed with pleasure, as a huge gush of thick white sperm fountained from the gleaming head, jetting over her upturned face, her open lips, her extended tongue.
"YES! YESSSSS!!" she whined, pumping on his ejaculating cock with one hand and squeezing his deflating testicles with the other, bathing her own pretty face in waves of glistening sperm.
Bob kept cumming and cumming until all the color was drained from his face, until his knees trembled. Then he slumped exhausted back into the passenger seat, his thighs splayed wide and loose. Robin daintily licked the pale fluid from his tiny cock slit and when her powerful, pumping caresses could wring no more of the rich liquid up from the balls, she began cleaning his penis with her tongue, bathing it subserviently until it was spotless.
When she was finished, she sat back on her haunches and smiled up at the panting man.
Instead of smiling back, instead of gratefully caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. Bob turned to the side and pushed down the electric window switch with his thumb. Then, to Robin's astonishment, he stuck his head out the open window and hollered up at the silent mansion.
"How do you like them apples?!" he cried gleefully.
The second story window abruptly slammed shut.
CHAPTER TWO
When Bob dropped her off at the auto body shop some time later, Robin was immediately the center of attention. The metal workers, the painters, the office men all stopped what they were doing and stared appreciatively at her sexy curves.
"All right! Back to work! Break time's over!" Fernandez, the burly shop foreman shouted, waving his thick, muscular arms at them.
The men went back to work, grumbling under their breath, and Fernandez stepped up to her, grinning from ear to ear. He was a huge man, broad and brown as a berry, his straight black hair worn long and pulled back by a red bandana worn around his forehead.
"The Jag is ready. Miss Prentiss," he said, leering at the Sleepy cones of her breasts and the silky smoothness of her bare belly between the lower edge of her tube top and the waistband of her shorts. "Right on schedule."
"Yeee-hah! Yeee-hah!!" cried someone from the spray paint booth, the lewd yell echoing through the high-ceilinged shop.
Robin's full lips tightened. It was meant to be a compliment, she knew, a shout of wild male enthusiasm, but instead of pleasing her, it only filled her with a mild irritation.
"For crying out loud, you jerks!" Fernandez bellowed back towards the source of the noise. "You act like you've never seen a pretty woman before!"
When he turned back to her, his dark Latin eyes were smoldering with passion. "It's true, though," he said in a near-whisper, "you are the most beautiful woman to ever walk through those doors. You make me want to shout, too." He reached out and took hold of her hand.
"Down, Fernandez," she said, pulling her hand away from him. She couldn't help but smile at the man's gracious Latin ways. Even if he was after the same thing the others were, at least he had some class about it. Not enough class, of course. It was all relative.
The foreman gave her a hurt look.
"Let me sign the order and get out of here," she said, ignoring his hang dog expression. "I'm late enough as it is."
The burly Chicano nodded and gestured grandly toward the shop's office, indicating that she, as a lady, should go first. She walked ahead of him, her round buttocks swaying, her brassier-less breasts bouncing slightly at each step. She knew the men in the shop were making obscene remarks and gestures toward her and Fernandez ... she could hear them chortling and giggling like little boys... but she ignored that, too.
It wasn't that Robin didn't find some of the men that worked there attractive; it was that she just wasn't interested in their "type." Coming from a lower class home, having to do without many of the things that her schoolmates had, the pretty brunette had decided at an early age that when she grew up she would have something. Her initial attempts to make it were terribly frustrating... until she finally hit on the executive car service business. Her business solved more than just her financial problem, too. She'd discovered, quite by accident, that sex with powerful, wealthy men was incredibly satisfying to her. It was so exciting, so pleasurable that she wouldn't even consider making love with anyone of less social stature.
Robin signed the work order for the Jaguar, then walked over to it with Fernandez in close pursuit. The bright red sports car was as good as new. There was no telltale dimpling of the expensive paint job to show that it had undergone body repairs. The whole thing gleamed uniformly like a seductively curved red mirror.
The foreman hurried to open the driver's door for her and she slipped into the red leather bucket seat. She sat there for a second, impatiently tapping her finger on the leather wrapped steering wheel.
"The key please," she said.
"Oh, sure! Sure, sorry. Miss Prentiss," Fernandez said, digging it out of his shirt pocket. He handed it to her, his eyes licking over breasts and belly and legs with an almost humorous intensity, like they were the last feminine parts he was going to see for a year.
She pulled the door shut, jammed the key in the ignition, and turned it. The V-12 engine roared to life, then throbbed to a low, even growl. She smiled as she reached for the leather upholstered gear shift knob. It always reminded her of a penis. She gave the accelerator another touch with her toe and watched the tachometer's needle climb into the red. Under her fingers, the gear shift knob vibrated anxiously. A quiver of excitement arched through her loins. She was totally surrounded by luxury, the seat, the elaborate instruments, even the smell of the sports car said power and wealth. Without thinking about it, she began to stroke the chromium shaft of the gear lever between her fingers.
Fernandez blinked at her through the open window, his lower jaw sagging as he saw the unmistakable masturbating movement.
"OOOOF!" he said, as if he'd been kicked in the stomach.
The sudden noise broke Robin's train of thought and she turned toward him. "Bye, bye," she said, depressing the Jag's clutch, pushing the gear lever into first, then giving the gas pedal a little flick as she popped the clutch.
The Jag's rear wheels spun on the shiny cement floor, giving out a piercing "chirp." Then she was steering the car out through the open doorway and onto the street. She hadn't looked back in her rear view mirror to see the effect the show of power had had on the workmen. She didn't give a damn about them. It was the effect on her that counted and the effect had been delicious. As she'd been shoved back into the softly padded seat by the g-force, a thrill had exploded between her legs, right in her pussy. It was a combination of things that had done it, typically a combination of opposites: the feeling of sheer helplessness in the face of all that raw power coupled with the driving urge to harness it, to push it to the limit and conquer it.
She took the freeway to Mr. Adolf's office, not because it was the fastest or the most direct route, but because it gave her a chance to kick in every ounce of horsepower under the long, low, red hood. She only opened it up for about an eighth of a mile, the traffic was too heavy for anything more, but when she tromped down on the accelerator and the engine bellowed, rear wheels spinning at 60-plus miles an hour, when the sleek nose of the Jag lifted like a guided missile and the steering suddenly went to mush as the weight came off the front wheels, a surge of pleasure so intense, so delicious lanced through her loins that she almost, but not quite, climaxed then and there.
It took a supreme effort of will for her to raise her foot from the gas pedal. Just a little more, she thought wildly, just a little faster and she'd be over. But then the rear end of a compact station wagon came zooming up in front of her in the high speed lane and she had to brake and cut over hard to the right.
Without a thought to the consternation she caused her fellow drivers, Robin slashed across four lanes of traffic and took the Wilshire Boulevard exit at a neat 50, downshifting like a pro as the car swerved into the wide curve of the off-ramp.
She pulled the XKE into the broad driveway that led to the underground parking lot of 4550 Wilshire, a towering steel and glass skyscraper and drove down three levels to the parking stall marked "H. Adolf." She parked the Jag and got out, walking briskly to the elevator that was open, waiting for her.
On the way up to the stockbroker's 32nd story office, she glanced at the auto repair shop bill. She shook her head and smiled. In the past three months, as long as she'd been handling Adolf's business, he'd cracked up the Jag six times and had spent more money in repairs than the original purchase price of the sports car. Adolf didn't give a damn about money. He had so much of it that it didn't matter to him. Money was just a tool to him. Adolf was Robin's kind of man.
She got off the elevator at the 32nd floor and walked down the plush carpeted hallway to the heavy, walnut doors bearing massive gold letters that read: "Renquist, Brubaker and Adolf, Inc." There was no subtitle, no hint as to what the trio did behind the rich door. Renquist, Brubaker and Adolf figured, and rightly so, that if someone didn't know who they were, he or she couldn't afford their services.
Robin didn't knock on the door, but opened it and slipped into the lavishly furnished outer office-reception room. The walls were done in striped paper, subtle, elegant shades of pink, gray and gold and the office chairs, the receptionist's desk were all costly antiques. The receptionist, herself, however, was no antique, but rather, a voluptuously built blonde of no more than 20.
"Yes, can I help you?" the receptionist said, her blue eyes sizing up the brunette's body, stopping short at the tips of her breasts. The blonde frowned.
Robin glanced down and saw what was bothering the blonde. The air conditioned atmosphere of the building had caused her soft nipples to crinkle up and poke out against the tight fabric of her tube top. It looked like she was hiding a pair of pencil stubs under it. She smiled easily, mentally comparing what she had with what the receptionist had. It was no contest.
"I'm returning Mr. Adolf's Jaguar," she said, taking a deep breath to make her breasts jut out even further.
The blonde gave her a snotty look. "You can leave the keys with me," she said.
Robin shook her head. "My instructions were to deliver them in person," she said.
"Mr. Adolf is in conference now," the receptionist said, speaking each syllable very carefully as if she were talking to a small child or an idiot. "You'll have to leave the keys with me.
"I'll wait," Robin said, taking a seat on one of the 300-year-old chairs.
The receptionist glared at her, then stared down at the papers in front of her, nervously tapping the end of her pen on the blotter. Robin could almost hear the gears of the girl's mind whirring; she knew what the blonde was thinking, too. She was thinking that maybe getting rid of Robin as quickly as possible was preferable to having her sitting there, flaunting her lush curves.
"Perhaps the conference is over," the blonde said icily. "I'll check and see."
Robin said nothing while the receptionist pressed down the button of her desk intercom. The conversation between receptionist and broker was short and to the point.
"Go right in," the blonde said, pointing at the inter-office door. "Apparently, Mr. Adolf is expecting you."
The brunette could've got in a good one, then, but she kept her mouth shut and let her body do the talking. She rose from the chair and undulated over to the doorway, glancing back to the seated receptionist as she opened the door.
"Thank you so much," Robin gushed, her eyes gleaming.
The inner hallway was very broad, broad enough to be another office suite, and it had three huge doors along it. All three were closed. She walked to the one at the end and rapped lightly with her knuckles.
"Yes, Robin, come in," said a deep male voice from the other side, a voice with a slight touch of European accent.
She opened the door and entered Mr. Adolf's office, closing the door behind her. A broad smile spread over her pretty face. The panoramic view from the stockbroker's office never failed to delight and amaze her. Two of the room's four walls were made of floor-to-ceiling glass and the Megalopolis was spread out before it like a crazy patchwork quilt.
"You are looking especially beautiful today, my dear," the broker said, rising from behind his massive oak desk to greet her.
Robin turned her smile on him. Though he was in his late forties, Hans Adolf was still a strikingly handsome, virile-looking man. His hair was so pale as to be almost white and he wore it quite thick, combed straight back from his forehead. His eyes were deep blue, his skin tanned and leathery, especially about the eyes, where he had some tiny lines. Adolf was an avid yachtsman, a champion sailor, and the tiny marks of age were the price he had to pay for his hobby. Other than that, the vigorous outdoor exercise left him thin and hard. She had always thought he could've had a promising career as a fashion model had he not been such a successful investment broker. He certainly had the long. lean, cultured look that male fashion editors liked.
He was wearing a dark blue pinstriped suit and vest, pale blue shirt and an elegantly simple tie. He moved toward her, raising his hand as if to take hers, but when he got close to her, instead of shaking her hand, he slipped his around the outside of her arm and gave her waist a little squeeze.
The move didn't surprise Robin. He always did that to her, always tried to touch her right away, like he couldn't keep his hands off her. She was very flattered and liked the way his fingers felt against her smooth warm skin. They weren't rough or sweaty, but smooth and dry and warm.
"You drive me crazy, do you know that?" he said, leaning close to her, his hand pushing at the small of her back, pushing her loins closer to his.
Something nudged Robin's thigh and she glanced down between their bodies to see a huge pulsing bulge pushing the front of his custom tailored slacks out of shape. She shivered. There was something about a man's penis jutting against expensive material, jutting in its eagerness to get into her pussy, that made her go weak in the knees. The bloated, fabric-shrouded head nudged her leg again, harder and his hand began to search and explore the round contours of her buttocks under the tight-fitting white shorts.
"Whoa! Hans!!" she cried, giggling, twisting out of his grip and walking quickly over to the edge of his broad desk. She waved a chiding finger at him. "What will the neighbors think?" she said, pointing at Greater Los Angeles.
"Fuck them all," the blond man said, glaring at her.
Had the front of his pants not been visibly throbbing, pushing forward and back from the flexing of his engorged penis, his look of anger might have chilled her. As it was, the combination of fury and erection was only ridiculous.
"Is that what that's for?" she said, laughing.
"No," he said, suddenly grinning, "that's for you. All for you."
"Don't you want to see the repair bill on the XKE?" she said, waving the slip of paper teasingly at him.
He shook his head, his eyes dropping to take in the succulent, ripe curves of her firm body, the upthrusting swell of her breasts under the tube top, the hard points of her nipples, the flat silky plane of her belly tapering down between perfect, round hips.
"I want to see you naked. Now!" he said, loosening his tie.
The beautiful brunette laughed nervously, her saucy breasts rising and falling excitedly. "My,. you are a little dictator, aren't you, Hans?" she said. She cocked her head to one side and let her eyes slide down his hard, wiry body, down to the prominent bulge in the front of his pants. "Only maybe not so little, not so little at all."
"Strip for me, Robin," he said, backing up to the office door and locking it. "I've been thinking about seeing you naked all morning! My cock's been going up and down like a jack-in-the-box!"
She made a sour face at him, but there was never any doubt that she was going to obey him. She liked showing off her breasts, buttocks and pussy, especially to Hans.
"The things a girl's got to do to turn an honest dollar!" she said in mock exasperation. Then she started undressing, pulling the tube top up over her head, spilling the lush globes of her breasts free.
The broker groaned as he saw the tight, hard pink points of her nipples. She was excited already! As excited as he was!
When she bent over at the waist to roll her shorts down, the luscious mounds of her breasts swayed delectably floorwards, two sleek golden cones of suntanned flesh capped with long, hard nipples.
Hans stared eagerly as she pulled the shorts down, exposing nothing but smooth, tanned flesh. Robin never wore any panties, not even under short skirts. Between her slim thighs, above the plump hummock of her cunt, was a triangle of soft, curly, dark brown hair. The silky fur trailed down on either side of her pink pussylips, feathering out to a pale down about halfway down her slit. Beneath the hot pink gash, the perfect, saucy rounds of her buttocks with their deep, tight crack hung tantalizingiy.
She stepped out of her shorts and then walked, stark naked, over to the office's chaise lounge, her buttocks grinding together like precision gears. She could almost feel the intense heat of his stare licking over her naked ass and thighs. Trembling with excitement, she lay down on the chaise on her back and smiled at him.
The broker started toward her at once, his libido rising as he saw the voluptuous nakedness of her beautiful body beginning to come alive in anxious anticipation. He reached the side of the chaise and leaned over her, gazing down at the crinkly, swelling tips of her nipples, her deliciously curvaceous breasts. And down further along the trim, well-maintained curve of her body, the soft tangle of her dark pubic hair and below it, the moistened, quivering lips of her pussy there between her slightly splayed thighs.
He started to kiss her, but she stopped him with a hand.
"That's not fair, Hans," she said, a mischievous gleam in her violet eyes. "You can see all of me and I can't see any of you. Take off your clothes."
The broker smiled down at her and immediately started to undress. He removed his suit coat and vest, tossing them carelessly across his desk, then stripped out of his tie and shirt, exposing the leanly muscular expanse of his chest and arms. He had practically no hair at all on his bronzed body, only a faint ring of white fur around each dark brown, quarter-sized nipple. Then he undid his pants and slipped them and his underwear down to his ankles.
As he did so, the huge, blood-engorged length of his penis flipped out and up, giving her an obscene salute. She smiled appreciatively, her eyes never leaving his body for an instant. There was no fake modesty or shyness in her; Robin knew what she wanted and she wasn't afraid to show it. What she wanted was that swollen, plum-sized, ruddy bulb, that thick-fleshed shaft, jammed so deep in her belly that she could taste it; she wanted those massive, pendulous testicles of his pumping their rich seed into her contracting, climaxing pussy.
When he stepped out of his pants, kicking off his shoes and socks, she let out a low moan of approval. "It gets bigger every time I see it," she said delightedly, reaching out for the lust-bloated staff.
"MMMMMMM, BEAUTIFUL!" she cooed, lovingly caressing the long, thick flesh of his penis. It throbbed under her gentle, milking touch and swelled up even further, into even more massive hardness.
She touched it cautiously with her other hand, extending her arm across her full, tantalizing breasts, encircling the thick, turgid pole of his erection with two hands, gripping it like the baseball bat it resembled. She stroked his hard cock lovingly, working the fleshy skin back and forth between her warm, smooth palms.
"It gets bigger because it likes you," Hans said, a confident smirk on his lips, his hands resting on his hips, his pelvis stuck out, his erect penis cradled warmly in the brunette's grip. At the base of the vein-marbled shaft was a sparse ruff of coarse blond hair that fanned out wispily over his loins and blended in with the similar hair that sprouted from the wrinkled, reddish bag of his scrotum.
Her legs parted a little more and, in the bright daylight coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could easily see the beaded moistness that rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina. When her legs opened wider, the tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower into eager openness. The broker groaned softly to himself. Robin was the cock-hungriest piece he'd ever fucked. She was laying there, just aching for him to stick his hard penis between her smooth thighs.
He crawled cautiously onto the plushly upholstered couch and reached a gentle hand down to the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks. Her skin was taut and fine to the touch, like the skin of a girl half her age.
She was hot and she trembled against him, her eyes closed as she breathed anxiously, her lips parting, seeking his. He kissed her then and she responded wantonly, like a high school tramp at the drive-in. Her mouth opened wider under his and her lips ground into his teeth as her small, hot tongue searching furtively over his and probed down into his throat.
Robin's hand trembled as she reached down between their bodies and firmly gripped the rigid, upraised staff of his manly erection.
Hans groaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around the thick, blood-engorged length of his cock and he kissed her harder, answering the impudent probing of her tongue with some deep tongue probing of his own. He jammed his tongue as far down into her throat as he could, grinding his wet lips against hers, tasting deep of her mouth.
The naked brunette eagerly squirmed her sweetly scented body against his lean, tanned frame. Her wriggling pelvis, fait and smooth, ground against his and he could feel her rising genital heat, feel it building in her loins like an all-consuming fever.
Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him and his huge penis shot up between them as if it had an intelligence of its own. It eagerly sought out the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between those smooth, trembling thighs. Her arms went around him and she gripped him desperately, breathing in short, shallow gasps as her nails teased and scratched his strong back, her thighs opening shamelessly wide, knees lifting.
Hans seized the opportunity to roll onto her naked beauty, and as he did so, as he pressed the burning underside of his hugely erect cock against the tender, sensitive flesh of her moist pink slit, she closed her legs around his hips, holding him tight.
"OHHHHH, IT'S SO BIG AND HOT!" she moaned up at him, her cheeks blazing with passion, her eyes glazed with anticipated pleasure. "SHOVE IT UP ME! FUCK ME WITH IT!!"
Her skilled hands seemed to be everywhere at once, hotly searching his hard-muscled nakedness like she hadn't had a man in months. She touched him all over, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles, the heavy bones of his arms and ribs, anxiously squeezing the small, firm cheeks of his smooth buttocks. As she did that, the blood-heated length of his cock probed deeply between her thighs, the bulbous, pulsing head pressing incitingly against the puckered moist lips of her vagina.
She squirmed anxiously under his weight, wantonly wriggling her hand between their bellies and spreading apart the pliant pink folds of her pussy to give him even greater access to her tender, hot slit.
"HURRY, HANS! I CAN'T WAIT ANY MORE! GIVE IT TO ME!!" she sobbed, kissing his mouth, his cheeks, his chin, his forehead, raking his back with her nails. She was like a bitch in heat, totally consumed by the seething hunger in her loins.
He squeezed the soft fleshiness of her large breasts, rubbing his palms over the crinkly-hard peaks of her nipples until her thighs opened wider still, her loins wriggling upward until she had the hard, rubbery head of his penis luridly between the soft-splayed lips of her cunt.
"So nice," he moaned, his cock trembling, quivering from the tickling caress of hundreds of silky hairs that teased its sensitive, lust-swollen head.
Robin felt the pressure of his cock against the very opening of her vagina and let out a shrill moan of impatience and ravenous desire. Her legs opened until Hans began to wonder if she was double-jointed, her ankles locked around his hips as her bare feet pounded out her frustration on his asscheeks.
"SCREW ME! FUCK ME!!" she wailed, her whole body trembling from the need welling up within her.
The broker leered down at her beautiful, flushed face, her quivering lips. He knew that she was on the verge of cumming, that he had the pretty brunette ready to climax and hadn't even started to fuck her yet. He beamed with pleasure at the thought, at the incredible boost to his masculine ego.
But Robin was too desperate to wait any longer. Her cunt-craved penis, long, thick-fleshed penis! She grabbed his jutting, blood-pulsing cock, and with a squeal of anxious pleasure, worked it between the pliant moist folds of her ravenous pussy, pushing the bulbous knob end of his cock through the fleecy brown softness of her pubic curls and into the hot clasping grip of her cunt.
"UHHHH! IT'S GOING IN!! IT'S SO BIG! RAM IT IN, DARLING!! RAM IT ALL IN!!" she gasped, sliding her knees up along the sides of his ribcage, tipping her pussy up for him.
He entered her with a single, deep-thrusting stroke, a hugely powerful lunge that sank his cock into her upturned pussy with the strength of a piledriver. He surged into her juicy, seething cunt like a fist driving into warm, sweet butter.
"GOD, YESSSSS!" she hissed, her teeth clenched, eyes shut tight as the taut, rubbery grip of her vagina pulled him wantonly into the liquid depths of her belly.
Hans gasped at the ravenous pressure of her surprisingly tight pussy. The walls closed hotly around the thrusting shaft of his hardened penis like a warm moist fist. He closed his eyes and savored the exquisite pain of her incredible cuntal grip. Deep into the very core of her being, the lust-bloated bulb of his erection probed, the ridges and valleys, folds and creases of her vaginal sheath clinging, teasing, clasping at his hard-throbbing shaft.
His initial discomfort quickly subsided in the gushing flood of her pussy juices, a veritable torrent of warm, moist lubrication that oozed around the thick, pistoning length of his cock and made his complete entry into her deliciously easy.
She gurgled and grunted under his hard, vicious thrusts, mewling as his long stiff penis darted, flicking deep in her belly. Her buttocks were upturned beneath his weight and he could see the rippling aftershocks of his deep-thrusting fucking as her smooth, resilient flesh shivered and quaked from the impacts of his lunges.
There was no doubt in his mind that she was in pain, the rapturous, secret pain that only a woman can ever know. He enjoyed that, enjoyed his ability to hurt her so easily, with just an extra hard thrust of his hugely erect cock he could turn her into so much putty beneath him.
His breath coming fast and hard, Hans pushed down with all his strength, driving his gleaming, vein-marbled cock into her to the hairs. He was shocked to feel her lifting her hips, rising up to meet his animalish lunge with vigor, pushing up him with such frenzied fury that she nearly toppled them from the couch. She grunted and groaned, writhing beneath him like a she-bitch, her succulent, warm pussy clasping, sucking at the turgid length of his aching erection.
They thrashed about on the soft chaise, their bodies working as one, hips churning, lust-heated loins slapping luridly together as they beat out the frantic tempo of their lust.
The broker grinned down at Robin's passion-twisted face, still beautiful despite the agonized grimace of rising desire that contorted her features into a mask of utter surrender. She was so very close to the brink of her screaming. back-scratching orgasm that she could taste it! His naked body was soaked with sweat, the tiny drips of perspiration dripping from the hollows and crevices of his legs and torso and oozing onto her writhing, squirming body.
He pumped up and down savagely, building up a deep-thrusting rhythm of long, hard strokes, every one boring in to the hilt in her upturned, dripping crotch, pushing hard into the tight, moist grip of her cunt until his heavy testicles slapped lewdly into the smooth hairless cleft of her buttocks and his pelvis ground salaciously against the soft pink flesh of her nakedly splayed pussy.
He could feel her responding to his brutal fucking, every muscle tightening as he skewered his long cock into her, as he wrenched it back from the clasping tightness of her contracting cunt.
She gripped him painfully tight with the insides of her smooth thighs, opening and closing them as she matched his animal thrusts with ravenous lunges of her own. She ground her loins hotly into his hard-driving crotch, her moans turning into a long, unbroken gasp of seething, frenzied lust.
"UHHHH! UHHHH!!!" she wailed, her eyes suddenly popping wide open as joy exploded in her upturned pussy.
Hans leered down at her, at the furious flush of color in her cheeks, shuddering as her cumming cunt squeezed and milked at his pistoning cock. The lewd smile still on his face, he stepped up the powerful, lust-stirring pace of his fucking. His cock was pumping in and out of her flowered open pussy lips in a driving, red blur, pumping in and out so fast that the entire length of her wetly clasping passage seemed to heat up from the friction.
"UHHHH-YEEEE!!!" she shrieked as her whole crotch burst into flames, as climax engulfed her. She pulled her knees so far back that her toes touched, curled in his pale blond hair and she broke into a mewling, moaning fit of hysterical babbling as the tumult of orgasm lifted and tossed her. She shook convulsively, gasping and choking for what little air she could gulp, while every single spasm of her deliciously naked, sweat-lubricated body drew yet another deeply skewering thrust from his rock hard cock.
Hans mercifully slowed his ravishing pace, revelling in the fact that he had managed to bring her off, to make her cum while remaining firmly erect. She shook and shuddered under him, her arms and legs locked crushingly tight about his torso.
She, too, revelled in the fact that he'd remained fully erect. "OOOHHH, HANS!" she gushed up at him when she could summon up the breath. You're still hard as a brick! How did you do it?!! I thought you said you'd been waiting anxiously for me all morning?"
The blond broker grinned down at her. "What I said," he told her, "was that my cock'd been going up and down like a jack-in-the-box. I didn't say what I'd been doing to it when it popped up."
"You jerked off?!" she said, aghast.
"I jerked off so many times, Robin," he said, "that I don't think I'll ever be able to cum again." He gave his penis a playful flex and felt her belly automatically tighten around the deep-burrowed thickness of his erection.
"OOOOOH! OOOOOH, THAT FEELS GOOD!" she gasped, her eyelids fluttering. "Take it out a second and I can make you cum. I know I can."
He gave her a doubtful look.
"No, really, Hans," she said. "I know how to make it happen."
"Yeah, so I've noticed," the blond man said, chuckling.
"Please, Hans, let me ..."
He levered upward and felt his stiffened rigidity slip from her taut cuntal wetness with a moist pop.
"God, it's huge!" she moaned excitedly as he swung his weight off of her and sat down on the edge of the chaise. His gleaming, turgid penis jutted up from his pussy juice soaked loins like a tree limb! She rolled into a sitting position beside him, wrapping her right hand about his steel-hard cock and then bent over, lowering her face toward his loins.
The naked brunette leered at the stubborn erection that stood up between her splayed muscular thighs like an extra leg. A shiver of excitement shot through her as she began to lovingly caress his thick-fleshed penis, the instrument that had given her such deeply satisfying pleasure. She was suddenly very much aware of where she was, of the fact that she was playing with the broker's cock in full view of half of Los Angeles. She stroked his penis anxiously, her breath coming in short shallow gasps as she stared at the tiny slit in the bulbous, blood-bloated head. She rolled the thick, fleshy foreskin back and forth, groaning with animalish excitement as she saw the bulging blue veins of his penis pulse and throb with lust-heated blood.
Faster and faster, she stroked it, her palm lubricated by the musky, pungent fluid of her cunt. Hans groaned, more in pain than in pleasure, as his semen-swollen testicles began to twitch and throb agonizingly. He needed to cum badly! He needed to empty his aching balls of their steamy, sticky load!
His strong loins began working back and forth, his buttocks rising off the edge of the couch as she pulled and drew on the hard, pulsing length of his steely erection, her skilled hands everywhere at once. She fondled the stiffened thickness of his cock, cradling, bouncing the swollen, sensitive orbs of his balls, tenderly caressing the leathery sack of his scrotum, the wispy long hairs tickling her palms.
"DO SOMETHING!!" he moaned.
Robin giggled wickedly and pushed her head down lower, parting her lips, sticking out her hot, wet tongue and salaciously licking the bulbous, ruddy head of his cock.
Hans gasped aloud and shuddered violently as his penis jerked spastically, animated by the feeling of her swirling tongue and by the deliciously sliding wetness of her warm saliva that was drooling down the quivering staff.
Robin, who had only just finished sucking another man's cock, moaned as if she'd been starved for dick for months. She worked her glistening pink lips down along the turgid pole of male hardness, drawing her oval led mouth over his cock like a tight condom. The warmth of her clasping lips and lashing tongue enclosed his cock in a fervent pressure of arousal that made him shudder again and again with exquisite, rippling shock waves of passion.
She held the massive bulb of his smooth, hot penis in her mouth and swirled her tongue heatedly round and round, pausing only to suck as the enormous knob and to gasp for breath.
Hans groaned impatiently and thrust up with his hips, driving his long, hard cock deeply down her throat. He fully expected her to gag and try to pull back as most women did when he tried this same routine on them, but to his amazement, she took every throat-splitting inch!
Robin just relaxed and let it happen, let the skewering thickness impale her, the knobbish head of his cock sweeping back the tight walls of her throat in rippling shudders. Her tightly clamped lips slipped down over his vein-marbled shaft, down around the incredibly thick root of his cock, until his pubic hair tickled her nose and his heavy, swollen balls brushed the tip of her chin. She had him all! She crooned with delight, nuzzling her lewdly gaping lips into his steely hard loins.
Hans groaned aloud as the encasing wet warmth of her mouth closed tightly about his penis, as she began to furiously suck on the very root of his lust-heated erection. He looked down at her delicious nakedness, her large firm breasts bobbing and jiggling as she worked frantically over his naked lap. Her hands tightly gripped his thighs as she worked her mouth hungrily up and down the full, hardened length of his cock. He could see it all happening, everything. He could see the soft pinkness of her lips tautly ovaIled around the turgid thickness of his cock, gliding up and down, up and down, leaving behind a glistening trail of warm, slippery saliva.
She rubbed the bloated, sperm-swollen orbs of his balls with her opened palms, bounding their anxiously throbbing weight teasingly with her fingers. They were inhumanly engorged, bloated with the pressure of his soon to come orgasm. Any second, he was going to shoot his rich, viscous cum right down her throat... and it was a toss-up which one of them wanted that to happen more.
Hans pushed hard into the ovalled softness of her mouth, lewdly swiveling his hips, making his aching erection rub over the slick, tight walls of her throat, groaning excitedly as he felt the muscles of her throat contracting, as he felt her gulping around his turgid rod, eagerly swallowing down the broad, rubbery head. She took the full length of it as it surged between her lips, took it without choking, without gagging, wallowing in the sensation of being filled to the splitting point by the throbbing thickness of his erection.
"OOOHHH!" the blond man gasped, his bare buttocks suddenly jerking up from the edge of the chaise, his hands clapping hard to the sides of her head.
Robin felt his whole body quiver, as if a surge of electricity had been sent lancing through it, and the huge penis between her lips gave an ominous throb. Then she whimpered as his grip tightened on her head, as he held her face still and started fucking his long, pulsing cock in and out of her throat as fast as he could, using her, abusing her mercilessly.
He was about to cum! she thought excitedly, her lips tightening around the pistoning rod, her tongue lashing madly over the entire underside.
Hans grunted savagely, hunching into her unguarded throat like a madman, his heavy, hairy, saliva-coated testicles slapping luridly against her chin. There was a tiny tickle, a flicker of delight in the head of his penis and each time he thrust through the restricting ring of her lips, each time he felt the delectable, encasing warmth of her throat sliding around his shaft, that flicker bloomed, shooting down his aching cock, shooting straight to his bloated balls.
"MHHHH!!!" she whined deliriously as something hot and salty seared her taste buds. Frantically, she tried to bob her head against his grip, to work the huge cock in and out of her lips faster.
Hans' head jerked back and he let out a low growl as joy consumed his loins, as the flickers became a raging firestorm that engulfed everything. His testicles began to pump like a pair of tiny engines, sending the thick, sticky rush of his sperm shooting up the hollow stem of his penis that was buried deeply in her brutally ravaged throat. He gasped as he felt the length of his cock throb, starting from the root and working to the tip, as he felt his own powerful muscle contractions send the white hot jets of cum shooting into her mouth.
Robin was ready for him. As soon as the first gob of sticky, warm fluid shot into her throat, she swallowed, then sucked. At once, she was rewarded by a second pulse, even thicker and hotter than the first. She gulped that down, too, her head reeling from the virile pungency of his sperm. She swallowed and sucked rhythmically, drinking his cum straight from the tap and in the process, teasing out his orgasm to the very limit.
When Hans was too overcome by pleasure to keep on fucking up into her throat, the ecstatic brunette fought off the trap of his hands and started bobbing her head furiously, gulping down the rich, virile sperm that kept welling from the tip of his penis.
Finally, the long cock throbbed its last and she lifted her head from his lap, pausing to lick the last of his pearly white semen from the rubbery head of his cock with a quick swipe of her tongue.
"You sure know how to suck cock!" Hans groaned as his spent rod slowly lost its bone and drooped down over his thigh, twitching slightly.
"Your cock takes a lot of sucking," she said with a giggle.
"Damn!" the broker said, glancing across the room at the wall clock. "I'm going to have to cut this meeting short. Got an important client due here in a couple minutes. You don't mind, do you?"
Robin gave him a pouting look, then broke into a grin. "If you hadn't made me cum so beautifully, Hans," she said, "I certainly would mind, but as it is. .. I'm still way up there in the clouds."
"You just stay that way until Friday," he said, "when the Jag's due for its monthly tune-up. You will deliver it in person, won't you?"
She smirked at him, then reached down to pat the soft, but still enormously thick length of his penis. "I'll deliver it in person," she said, "just so long as you're here in person to collect."
The blond man grinned, then his face tightened and he got a strange, almost desperate look in his eyes. "Let me see it again, Robin," he said thickly. "Show it to me again."
The brunette giggled and swung her smooth thighs wide apart for him, letting him peer down at the pinkly gleaming, flowered open slit of her much-fucked pussy. Every dark hair was plastered to her puckered pussy lips by the heavy flow of her womanly juices.
Hans let out a groan and started to lower his head, to dive face-first between her legs.
Robin squealed with surprise and planted her palm flat against his forehead, holding his mouth a scant four inches from his pearly pink target.
"STOP! HANS! STOP IT!!" she cried gleefully.
The broker madly waggled his tongue, trying to lick at the swollen, juicy petals of her cunt.
"Your client!" she moaned. "Think about your client!!"
Hans stopped flailing his tongue and sighed, then pushed up from between her legs. He gave her naked, pink pussy a long, hungry look and then said, "Next time, I promise you. I'm going to lick that tight little cunt of yours until you cum in my face!"
Robin beamed at him. "Yessir, boss," she said, giving him a crooked salute. "Anything you say, boss."
CHAPTER THREE
When Robin stopped by her answering service on Highland, there was a message from a Ms. Miller of Haute Monde Fashions. The message simply asked her to come to a Sunset Boulevard address and left no return phone number. Had Robin not heard of Haute Monde, she probably wouldn't have responded to the call at all, but as it was, she put aside the other messages and headed straight for Sunset.
Haute Monde was one of the biggest "new" names in the high fashion game. It offered well made copies of Paris originals at prices that most upper middle class women could afford. And L.A. was just crawling with upper middle class women.
The shop was in the west part of the boulevard, in an area cluttered with antique shops and little faddish coffee shops that seemed to change names and owners every few weeks. Haute Monde was definitely there to stay, though. It was listed on the Pacific Coast Stock Exchange.
Robin pulled onto a side street, parked her car and walked back up the strip to the shop's front door. The place was done up like a turn of the century English dress shop: the criss-cross of the window frames painted flat white, the door white as well, and inside it was light and airy with lots of plants and stunningly beautiful salesgirls.
One of the latter, a tall, willowy redhead stepped up to Robin as she entered, smiled a phoney smile and said, "Looking for anything in particular?"
Robin shook her head, staring a bit helplessly at the girl's hair which was cut in the style of some of the more extreme English rock groups, which is to say that it looked like someone had run a lawnmower over it. It stuck up in all lengths and all directions like coppery spun sugar.
"I'm supposed to meet a Ms. Miller," the brunette said, looking away from the redhead's hair and at the racks of expensive clothes that lined the walls.
"You mean, the Ms. Miller?" the salesgirl said.
Robin nodded.
"This way, then," the redhead told her, walking briskly up the two short flights of stairs to the upper part of the shop.
Robin followed her into a rather cluttered back office, where she was introduced to another tall, rangy-looking girl, with very pale skin and raggedy black hair.
"Angel," the salesgirl said, "this is uhh ..."
"Robin," Robin said.
"Robin," the salesgirl went on, "she's supposed to meet the bitch or something."
With that the redhaired one turned and left.
"Well," Angel said, picking up a lit cigarette from the ash tray and taking a puff on it, "are you looking for a job or what?" As she spoke, she eyed Robin's rather voluptuous curves doubtfully.
"All I know is that this Ms. Miller left a message with my service for me to meet her here," Robin said. "Do you expect her soon?"
"Is this soon enough?" said a husky female voice from behind her.
Robin turned to face a stunningly lovely blonde dressed in skin-tight jeans and a skimpy halter top that barely contained the ripe, succulent mounds of her breasts.
"Voila, the bitch, eh. Angel?" Ms. Miller said, pushing the silky sweep of her shoulder length hair away from her face with a practiced gesture.
"Uh, if you'll excuse me, Ms. Miller," the black-haired girl said, grabbing up a clipboard and hurrying past them, "I've got to check on an out-of-stock."
"You do that. Angel," the blonde said icily. Then she turned to Robin.
The brunette felt the woman's eyes take in every curve, every hollow of her body. She shivered, despite herself. It wasn't like another woman was looking at her; there was something almost predatory about it, almost masculine.
"You do have a lovely body," Ms. Miller said, smiling at her.
Robin chose to ignore the compliment. "I received your message, Ms. Miller," she said, "but you didn't say what you wanted to see me about."
Again, the blonde ate her up with her eyes. "Didn't I?" she said. "Well, I thought it would be obvious. I want you to take care of my Aston Martin."
"Oh," Robin said. "Of course."
"I heard all about you from a mutual friend," she said. "Mr. Grimes, the psychiatrist."
Robin smiled. Most of her business came in that way. One client would tell a friend. All of her other clients were men, however.
"Grimes tells me that you are really very good at what you do," Ms. Miller said.
"I try to please," the brunette said.
"So I've heard."
Robin gave the woman a strange look, a puzzled look. If the woman had heard what Robin liked to do with her male customers, then why in the world would she want to hire her?!
"Would you like to look over the car?" the blonde said.
"Yes, I would," Robin said. "I've never driven an Aston Martin. Isn't that the car that James Bond had in all those movies?"
"Yes," Ms. Miller said. "A dreary beast if you really must know the truth. Constantly in need of tune-ups, eats up gas like it was going out of style, and damned uncomfortable to sit in for any length of time."
Robin did not ask the question that was on her lips because, being into the Los Angeles scene, she already knew the answer. Ms. Miller knew the question and gave her the answer without her asking for it.
"Well, if I could find something equally distinctive," the blonde said, "I'd snap it up in a minute, but there's only four cars like it in the states and two of them are in that auto museum in Nevada."
Robin nodded. A little discomfort was worth it if a person could gain huge amounts of status. It was the L.A. way.
"Is the car out in back?" she asked.
"On the street?" Ms. Miller said in horror. "God, it would be stolen in ten minutes! I have it locked up in the security garage in my condo. It's just around the corner from here. Come on, the walk will do us good."
The brunette didn't quite know what to make of Ms. Miller. Apparently, the woman was about her age and yet she'd managed to get control of Haute Monde, lock, stock and barrel. She had literally hundreds of employees in boutiques all over the world and kept even more seamstresses busy in South Korea sweatshops turning out her original copies. In a way, Robin was jealous of the blonde's success and in another way, she was in awe of it. It almost seemed supernatural that a lone female could grasp that much power so quickly, almost out of thin air. It was the stuff that dreams were made of.
Despite Robin's initial feeling of being put off by Ms. Miller's brashness and arrogance, she found herself liking the woman more and more as they chatted on the way to her condo. The "bitch" image she cultivated was a kind of defense screen against all the impossible bullshit she had to deal with in her profession.
As they walked into the condo's lobby, past the uniformed security guard, Ms. Miller said, "At times, this security business can be a real pain in the tush, but God, what with the riffraff wandering about outside a woman doesn't dare live anyplace else."
Robin agreed, even though she lived in a walk-up two blocks east of Western above Hollywood... in the land of the walking wounded. The formerly sedate neighborhood was crawling with pimps, prostitutes, junkies, weirdos. If she'd had a choice, she most certainly would've lived behind a three inch thick steel gate, too.
"We have to go up to my place first," Ms. Miller said, waving Robin into the elevator.
Robin came, but with obvious reluctance. There was something very unsettling about the way the blonde kept glancing at her breasts.
"Oh, it's all right," Ms. Miller said as the elevator doors closed. "I left the keys to the Aston upstairs. We can't very well start up the beast without them, now can we?"
The brunette shrugged. She could smell the woman's perfume in the closed confines of the elevator car. it was very expensive stuff, dizzyingly musky and only faintly sweet.
"I should warn you," Ms. Miller said as the elevator doors opened and she marched out into the wide hall, "that it's the maid's day off. The place is probably a wreck."
With that, the fashion potentate took a small, blue plastic card from her satchel purse and inserted it into a chrome slit beside the smooth, knobless door.
"It's a key," Ms. Miller said. "An electronic key. If you tried to use it, it wouldn't work. It has something to do with the chemistry of the body, the electric current, I don't know. More security, of course."
There was a whirring inside the door and then, suddenly, it clicked open, swinging inwards as if an invisible hand had pushed it.
Ms. Miller laughed at Robin's astonishment. "It is rather like science fiction, isn't it?" she said, walking into the spacious apartment.
As Robin followed her, the first thing she noticed was the sheer size of the place. It was on an enormous scale, big enough for a party of two hundred with room to spare. It was furnished sparsely in an almost sterile modern style, chrome decorative cubes, plexiglass couches, huge abstract paintings.
"This way," Ms. Miller said, leading her down a few stairs, across a deep, rich, burnt amber-colored carpet.
Robin had totally forgotten about the car, about her reason for being there. She was completely entranced by the woman's condo, by the aura of wealth and power it gave off. She could imagine movie stars, industrial giants, political leaders standing around in the big, cool rooms, sipping champagne and discussing the price of gold while Ms. Miller's skinny models paraded past, showing off her latest creations.
"I hope you don't mind if I take you on a little tour," the blonde said, glancing back over her slender shoulder. "But there is one part of the place that I'm especially proud of."
The brunette didn't mind. Not at all. As she followed Ms. Miller, she caught herself staring at the woman's small, firm bottom, which had been poured into the tight jeans, and at the incredible length of her legs. True, the platform sandals she was wearing made her legs look even longer, but they still were exquisite, tapering columns.
The blonde pushed a sliding glass door back and waved Robin ahead of her and through the doorway.
"Oh, my!" the brunette gasped delightedly.
It was Ms. Miller's private spa. It was set up to look like a scene from ancient Greece or Rome. The walls were ringed by tall, straight cypress trees, and in the center of the room, in the middle of an open framework of fluted white marble columns, in the middle of a white tile floor, was a deep rectangular Jacuzzi pool.
Ms. Miller took a seat on one of the low marble benches and said, "What do you think of it?"
"It's unbelievable!" Robin gushed. ' 'It's gorgeous!"
Indeed, it was. Everything about the room was sumptuous, sensuous. It was obviously a place of pleasure, a place to be enjoyed with all the senses.
"Honestly," Ms. Miller said, crossing her legs and kicking her topmost foot back and forth, "I spend most of my time in here. I hardly ever go into the rest of the house. This is my retreat, my sanctuary. It's an exact copy of a Roman spa, except for the Jacuzzi in the pool, of course. The original had a hot spring."
"It's so light in here," Robin remarked. "But there aren't any windows. It feels like it's out of doors."
Ms. Miller nodded. "That's the effect I wanted," she said. "Everything white and stark, just like the atmosphere in the original." She paused, then added, "I don't usually show this place to anyone. I only share it with special people."
Robin looked at the blonde, at first not sure as to how she should take a compliment like that. It seemed a bit early in their relationship to be passing out things like that. But the warm, open smile of the woman was infectious and she smiled back.
"Shouldn't we get the car keys?" she said.
Ms. Miller stiffened and Robin wished she could've taken the words back. She hadn't meant to offend the woman.
"There's plenty of time for that," Ms. Miller said, recovering quickly. "Wouldn't you like something cool to drink?"
Before the brunette could reply, Ms. Miller was up from the bench and halfway across the room. She opened a concealed door in one of the columns and started mixing up something in tall, opaque glasses.
"Don't make it too strong, please," Robin said. "I still have work to do today."
"Don't you worry," Ms. Miller said. "I'll fix you up just fine."
In a minute or so, the blonde was walking over to her, carrying two glasses. She handed one to Robin. Robin took it and raised it to her lips. The smell of fresh, ripe citrus hit her nostrils.
"Go on, taste it," the blonde coaxed. "It's something special, I guarantee it."
The brunette took a swallow of the icy cold liquid and smiled. It was delicious! Sweet and tart at the same time and very refreshing.
"It's wonderful!" she said, taking another swallow.
"I got the recipe from a bartender on Capri," Ms. Miller said, carefully sipping at her drink.
Robin tried to mimick the blonde and just sip at her cooler, but it was too good and she was suddenly too thirsty. She was halfway through the glass when the alcohol hit her. It was like a soft punch in the head, a gentle slap with a pillow. Her belly tingled with warmth and she felt slightly dizzy, but otherwise felt just grand.
"Drink up, darling," Ms. Miller said. "I'll mix you another."
Robin knew she should've put the glass down then and not taken another drop, but her whole body was aglow and she felt marvelous. She drained the glass and accepted a second. Between her legs, her pussy seemed to glow, too, to send rippling waves of warmth up over her stomach and down her thighs.
"My goodness, Robin!" Ms. Miller said in mock astonishment. "You're not getting stewed on me, are you? Dear, I think you've had enough."
The brunette made no protest when her hostess took the glass from her hand. She stood there, swaying slightly, a silly smile on her face.
"God, you are drunk!" Ms. Miller said. "All I need for you to do is to go out now and crack up somebody else's car. Robin, we've got to get you sobered up."
It had all happened so fast that Robin didn't know whether she was coming or going. If she'd seen what type of liquor the blonde had poured into her glass she certainly wouldn't have drunk it so carelessly. One does not chug-a-lug 150 proof Barbados rum!
"I think we'd better get you into the Jacuzzi," the blonde said. "That'll sober you up quick."
Robin shrugged and shook her head. "No swimsuit," she said, as if that put an end to the topic.
The blonde wasn't about to let it go at that. "Sweetheart," she said, "in my pool no one wears a suit. Here, I'll get undressed first and then I'll help you."
Without another word, Ms. Miller started peeling off her clothes. She undid her skimpy halter top, spilling out the round, firm mounds of her breasts, two alabaster cones of succulent flesh that looked even whiter against the deep tan of the rest of her body. At the tips of her breasts, her nipples were a dark, inflamed red and stiff like pencil stubs. She quickly rolled down her tight jeans and kicked them off her feet. She was wearing a tiny pair of white lacy bikini panties that were no bigger than a g-string. The small triangle of lace barely covered the plump mound between her slender thighs. Her bare belly was silky smooth and trim as a teenage girl's.
The blonde peeled down the little panties, down over her small, round hips, exposing the fat, protuberant mound of her cunt to Robin's view.
"Oh!" the brunette said, staring right at the other woman's naked pussy, at the tangle of dense blonde hairs that covered it.
The silky fine hairs grew from the sides of her pussy mound inwards, so that at the center of her hummock, directly over the pinkly gleaming slit of her cunt, where the two opposing waves of hair met, there was a ruff of soft yellow fur. Her sex was a startling hot pink and the smooth, soft lips puckered slightly from her pubis. Beneath the tender, tight-lipped slit were the small, tight cheeks of her buttocks.
"There," Ms. Miller said, her eyes flashing as she saw how Robin was staring at her beautiful nakedness. "Now, I'll help you."
"No, uhh, I . . ." Robin stammered, feeling her face flush with embarrassment. The idea of being stripped naked by such a gorgeous woman was disturbingly exciting to her.
Ms. Miller didn't wait for an answer, but moved over to Robin's side and put her hand on the brunette's shoulder. "You have such soft skin!" she said, sliding her warm, smooth fingers teasingly up and down the back of Robin's arm.
A powerful shiver raced up Robin's spine. Inches away from her, the blonde's luscious, pillow-soft breasts swayed. She felt a terrible urge to throw herself into the woman's arms, to press her face between those big, firm, silky breasts.
"No, please, I . . ." she said, feeling the burning in her cheeks growing stronger as the tickling, caressing fingers continued to stroke her arm.
"It's silly to be so modest," Ms. Miller said. "After all, we're all just girls, right?"
Robin, in her booze-addled state, was still pondering that when the blonde reached down and gripped the bottom edge of her tube top with both hands and suddenly lifted it up, jerking the garment up over her head, unveiling the delicious mounds of her golden-tanned breasts and the soft pink rings of her nipples.
"They're beautiful!" Ms. Miller exclaimed. "Just perfect!"
Robin tried to hide herself from the woman's burning, feverish gaze, but Ms. Miller pushed her hands away. She ate up the jutting cones of feminine flesh and the pink nipple rings with her eyes, her hand sliding down from Robin's shoulder, down along the silky side of her right breast.
The blonde's fingers were trembling something awful. She wanted to scoop up that supple breast, to squeeze it in her hand; it was written all over her face. But she didn't do it. She leaned forward, and for an electrifying instant her naked breasts brushed Robin's, her stiff fiery nipples grazing Robin's soft pink ones, smooth cones of flesh sliding over each other, silk on silk.
Robin groaned at the sudden, alarming tingling in her nipples, the instantaneous tautening that made the round rings suddenly start to crinkle up into full, jutting erection. It was wicked, it was wanton, and she didn't want it to happen, but there was nothing she could do.
Ms. Miller did not miss the effect the lewd contact had on the girl's nipples, but she pretended not to notice it. "Let's get you out of these shorts," she said, bending down, sliding the full, smooth dome of her breast, the hard, hot nipple right down along Robin's bare belly.
A quiver of lustful excitement shot through the brunette's body as she felt the other woman's fingers rolling her shorts down over her hips, baring the sexy flesh of her pantiless crotch.
"What's this?!" the blonde said, giggling. "No panties?! My, but you're a bad girl, Robin!" Though she chided the brunette playfully, her blue eyes were riveted intensely onto the naked pussy before her.
Robin wanted to close her thighs, to keep the woman from viewing all the secrets of her genitals, but she didn't seem to have the strength. She stood there for what seemed like five minutes, letting Ms. Miller gaze into the saucy, pink mound of her cunt, gaze at the silky dark hair that fringed it. Even as she stood there, swaying, she could see the lurid excitement in the woman's eyes and there was no doubt in her mind that Ms. Miller wanted her for the same thing that her male clients wanted her for: sex! The doubt in Robin's mind was whether or not she wanted to be a party to such a thing.
The blonde reached out and put a hand on her thigh, not a half a foot from the triangle of soft pussy curls and the tender, pouting slit, and Robin shuddered violently. All doubts were suddenly erased. Robin wanted the blonde as much as she wanted her! She wanted to give the wealthy, powerful woman everything, wanted her to touch the sensitive lips of her pussy, to lick and bite the swollen, throbbing buds of her pink nipples, to tongue the seething, contracting passage of her pussy.
"There, now," Ms. Miller said, suddenly straightening up. "That's better, isn't it. I'll turn on the bubble machine. You get in the pool, OK?"
Robin nodded, watching with glazed eyes as the naked blonde walked away. She could see the jutting, wild ruff of Ms. Miller's blonde pubic hair sticking out saucily between the smooth, silky white buttocks. She shook herself out of the daze and with weak knees, slowly climbed down into the pool. The water was warm and she sat down on one of the benches built below water level, trying desperately to get her wits about her.
"Here it comes!" Ms. Miller cried as she turned on the churning jets of water.
Instantly, the small pool was alive with boiling bubbles. Robin groaned with pleasure as a dozen hidden jets of water played soothingly over her naked body, teasing at her breasts, nipples. thighs, buttocks, caressing the soft, sensitive flesh between her legs.
"Nice, isn't it?" the blonde said, slipping into the hot, bubbling water. She didn't sit on the bench, but stood in the center of the pool where the water came almost up to her armpits.
Robin stared down at the glistening, bobbing mounds of her white breasts.
"Come on down here," Ms. Miller said. "It's much better when you're standing up."
Before Robin could protest, the blonde had grabbed hold of her wrists and was roughly pulling her from the bench. She slipped deeper into the madly dancing water, her naked body sliding against the blonde's. Automatically, she pushed back from the smooth, sleekness of the other woman's firm breasts.
Ms. Miller made a sour face at her, then quickly bent her head down and took a big mouthful of water. Her cheeks bulging, the blonde stepped up toe to toe with Robin, then sent a spray of water splashing over the stunned brunette's face and hair.
"Why you!" Robin moaned, then she broke into a fit of laughter.
Ms. Miller's hands slipped up around her slender waist and their grip tightened, pulling her closer and closer until she could feel the blonde's thick, dense ruff of pubic hair teasing over her upper thigh. Suddenly, Robin couldn't seem to breathe. Their breasts were nuzzling together excitingly, nipples rubbing over each other amid the churning water.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Ms. Miller said, pulling her even closer, making their breasts mash together tight, making the flatness of their silky feminine bellies touch.
Robin said nothing.
"I love your body," the blonde said. "It's so much more exciting than those damned skinny models I always get in my shops."
With that, the blonde leaned her hips forward, making her hairy pussy mound grind right up against Robin's.
"Oh!" the brunette gasped, her whole body jerking in the blonde's arms, twitching at the unexpected, intimate contact, at the surge of intense and wicked pleasure it gave her.
"A-hah!" Ms. Miller said, her eyes gleaming. "You do like it. You like it a lot." Her smooth hands slipped down over the swell of Robin's flaring hips, down behind to cup the round, full moons of her ripe buttocks, squeezing them, kneading them sensually.
Robin was stunned by the lewd caress, stunned by the deliciousness of it. She tried to push away, but in the process, her hands slipped over the blonde's lush breasts. For a delirious instant. she held those firm, succulent globes in her hands, the hard, hot nipple buds poking into her wet palms. She jerked her hands away, her face blushing scarlet.
"Oh, I didn't mean... I mean. .." she babbled.
Ms. Miller clucked her tongue at her. "It's all right, Robin," she said. "No need to apologize. It felt good. Do it some more if you like."
Robin squirmed against the woman's firm grip, trying to escape the fingers kneading her buttocks, fingers slowly working their way deeper and deeper into the tight crack of her ass, trying to escape the hairy, soft pussy mound that was rubbing up and down incitefully against hers.
"Stop, please. I don't... I can't. It's wrong," she moaned, her voice exhausted and faint.
Ms. Miller worked her hands lower, making her talented fingers crawl over the silky smooth asscheeks, and lower still, until her fingertips found wet fur and much hotter, much silkier skin . .. the skin of Robin's pussy.
"NOOOOM" Robin howled, trying to twist away from the indecent caress.
"Don't struggle, darling," the blonde said, gently but firmly stroking the soft lips of her vagina. "It'll be wonderful for you, I promise. I'll make it wonderful for you."
"God!" the brunette wailed, shuddering helplessly in the blonde's arms as waves of intense pleasure exploded between her thighs.
"THAT'S IT, LET IT HAPPEN, LET IT HAPPEN," Ms. Miller coaxed, teasing her fingertip over the whole turgid oval of Robin's cunt, caressing the ragged outer lips, the tight inner ones, searching for and finding the hard little marble of her clitoris.
"OH!" Robin gasped, throwing her arms about the other woman's neck, crushing their full breasts together as a fingertip lewdly rubbed the erect shaft of her clitoris, sending shooting stars of ecstasy dancing over her belly.
"OOOH, IT FEELS GOOD TO ME, TOO," Ms. Miller moaned into the hollow of her neck, her finger teasing the very mouth of her vagina, then sliding up between the tight buttcheeks to obscenely caress the red hot button of her anus.
Robin jerked violently as she felt the finger touch her in that most private place. Before she could try to wriggle away from the lewd touch, Ms. Miller had moved her finger back to Robin's clitoris and the waves of pleasure were surging again.
Back and forth, the fingertip traveled, moving from pussy to anus, anus to pussy, pushing, prodding at both, but pushing up into neither one. Gradually, the brunette lost all sense of decorum. It didn't matter that the blonde was touching her rectum... the pleasure was the same no matter where the moving finger traveled. She tipped her bottom up, practically begging the other woman to stick the finger in her, not caring anymore where it got stuck.
Ms. Miller sensed the brunette's surrender and moved quickly, gripping her buttocks and lifting, forcing Robin to hop up, to wrap her long legs around her back. But for the buoyancy of Robin's body in the water, the slender blonde would never have been able to accomplish the feat.
Robin clung desperately to the other woman and before she could fully catch her breath, Ms. Miller's hand was sliding up the back of her thigh, sliding right over her pussy.
"OH!" the brunette groaned as Ms. Miller took hold of her hand and forced her to reach in under her own buttocks, forced her to touch her hairy cunt.
Robin cupped the blonde's pussy in her hand, suddenly too wildly excited by what she was doing to think or care about the consequences. Her fingertips searched amid the hot, sticky folds for the woman's slit, the heel of her palm grinding hard into the erect bud of her clitoris.
"YESSSS!!" Ms. Miller hissed, corkscrewing her middle finger up into the smooth, wet passage of Robin's pussy.
The sensation of being penetrated was so devastating that Robin started to climax then and there, right in the other woman's arms. She let out a shrill whimper of ecstasy as her entire vaginal passage began violently contracting, as joy burst over her loins.
"YOU'RE CUMMING ALREADY!" Ms. Miller moaned excitedly. "YES, CUM FOR ME! CUM FOR ME, LOVER!!" Her finger darted in and out of the convulsing sheath, sweeping over the inner folds and recesses, teasing against the budlike nub of her clitoris.
Her mind unhinged by pleasure, the brunette fumbled madly with the blonde's puffy, hair-fringed pussy lips, peeling them back, sliding a finger up into the dew moist slit. As her finger shot up into well-lubricated passage, as her vagina rhythmically clamped down on the blonde's wildly fucking finger, she pressed her parted lips to Ms. Miller's long, smooth neck and began to lick deliriously.
"UNNNNF!!" the blonde grunted, her hips jerking, rolling, forcing the stiffened finger to flip in and out of her cunt. Her eyes popped open wide and she groaned frantically. "OH, DARLING, NOT LIKE THIS," she gasped. "I'M GOING TO DROP YOU, I KNOW IT."
Robin Was too far gone to care about the danger. She kept right on fingering the hairy. sticky pussy as fast as she could, showering the woman's face and neck with grateful kisses and licks while Ms. Miller staggered her over to the bench seat and set her down.
The two women then slipped apart, Robin moaning impatiently as the delicious, stabbing finger left her vagina, as the marvelous, slippery pussy pulled away from her finger.
"UP HERE, HURRY," Ms. Miller said, climbing out of the bubbling spa and lying down on the smooth, warm white tile. "HURRY, DARLING, BEFORE I GO MAD!"
Robin half-turned, her eyes glazed with pleasure, but she made no move to rise.
"I WANT TO EAT YOU!" the blonde wailed, her hand slipping down between her thighs, down to the dripping shaggy mass of her pubic hair, her fingers lewdly insinuating between the peeled back petals, flicking the hard nose of her clitoris.
Robin slowly dragged herself up from the soothing waters. When she was about half way out, the over-excited blonde grabbed her by the armpits and hauled her the rest of the way out. The brunette rolled onto her back and spread her smooth, tanned legs wide apart, her fingers impatiently stroking the insides of her thighs.
The blonde immediately dropped to all fours on the tile and, with her tight, small ass stuck straight up in the air, her heavy breasts mashed into the slippery tile, shoved her open mouth down on the wetly parted pinkness of Robin's pussy.
"God!!" the brunette cried as hot, moist lips swarmed over her naked pussy, sucking hungrily at the very mouth of her vagina, as the slippery tongue squirmed over her tender, hair-fringed pussy lips, sweeping them apart, gliding into the moist, deepening crevice, flicking incitefully at her throbbing little clitoris.
"NUMMMMMMM!" the blonde crooned, rooting around between Robin's wide-splayed thighs like a hog at trough, sucking up every drop of fragrant, musky juice that seeped from the widening gash.
Suddenly, Robin's hips began to flip. It was like she had totally lost control of her own body. It was responding to someone, something else, to a deeply buried need that she was only dimly aware of. It felt delicious! Absolutely delicious! Her back arched up from the tile again and again as the tickling, teasing warmth burst over her bare cunt. She could see Ms. Miller's lovely face down there among her dark, wet pubic hairs, see her lashing squirming, juicy tongue digging hungrily between the parted, swollen pink lips of her pussy.
"GET IT! BITE IT!!" the brunette cried, her hand tangling in the blonde's hair, pulling the woman's face down even harder into her quaking crotch.
Ms. Miller moaned deliriously into the buttery pink folds and began nipping and chewing gently on the ragged petals, sweeping her tongue over every aroused inch of the girl's flowered open pussy.
It was delicious, it was delectable, but it was not enough for Robin. She had to have more. She had to give the same as she was getting.
"PLEEEEASE," she warbled. "PLEEEEASE LET ME DO IT TO YOU!!"
Ms. Miller abruptly jerked her face up from between Robin's thighs. Her mouth and chin and cheeks glistened with a mixture of saliva and pussy juices. Her eyes flickered with raw, animal lust. Without a word, she rolled away from the brunette, rolled to her back and splayed her legs wide.
Robin was on her like a shot, kissing passionately at the tangle of blonde pubic hair as she swung her leg over the woman's head and dropped her naked, seething cunt right down on Ms. Miller's waiting face.
The blonde grabbed hold of Robin's thighs and pulled her face up and into the pinkly gleaming crotch, digging the tip of her nose into the red hot ring of her anus, slithering her long, talented tongue dep into the contracting passage of
Robin's cunt.
The brunette shuddered violently as the wriggling, lashing thing twisted up into her belly, filling her cunt from wall to wall with crazy, boneless cock. Whimpering, she pulled the blonde's thighs wide apart and fell to licking the top of her hairy pussy. The silky fur felt marvelous against her lips and tongue and the heat the woman's mound gave off was delicious. Waves of warmth heavily scented with rich, pungent musk deluged Robin's face and she started drooling and slobbering excitedly.
Snorting her pleasure right into Robin's anus, her head bobbing violently into the girl's upturned behind, tongue darting in and out of the spasming sheath, Ms. Miller hoisted up her knees, giving her lust partner total access to her hotly steaming slit.
Robin whimpered excitedly as she gazed down at the swollen, juicy pink maw of Ms. Miller's cunt. Both pair of softly quivering lips were flowered wide apart, actually puckered obscenely from her loins and between them, in the slick fissure, she could see the much wetter, much pinker meat of her inner sex. Unable to hold herself back, Robin dropped her face down onto the naked cunt, kissing the puffy petals, licking the soft blonde fuzz, wallowing in the sharp, musky odor of pussy, in the sweet taste of womanly juices.
"MUHHHHHH!!" Ms. Miller wailed, raising her legs still higher, throwing her knees around Robin's neck and hauling her face down hard into her pussy.
The brunette did not protest when her open mouth was forced to slip over the entrance to the blonde's vagina. She couldn't protest. She was too busy orgasming again. The feel of the other woman's silky pussy hair on her chin and cheeks, the feel of her smooth thighs upon her ears, the feel of her hot ass crack under her nose, the feel of her convulsing pussy under her parted lips was enough to send her over the brink. Shrieking her ecstasy, Robin pushed the tip of her tongue into the slippery gully, slithering it right up into Ms. Miller's smooth, tight pussy.
"UHHHHHM!" the blonde cried, her face dropping away from Robin's bottom as the darting, flicking tongue slipped into her cunt. She pulled down hard with her legs, mashing Robin's mouth into her cunt with all her might, trying to drive the short tool deeper into her belly.
Robin was caught up in the mad, wanton rapture of the moment. All she could do, all she could think of doing was to flip that wet, hot tongue of hers up into the seething, churning passage, to roll it round and round over the hot and buttery walls. Grunting her animal enjoyment, she tongued and ate hot cunt, squirming her wet, hungry lips over every inch of the hair-matted mound.
Ms. Miller writhed ecstatically beneath her, her hips grinding wantonly up into her sucking mouth and wriggling tongue. When she finally returned to Robin's naked crotch, there was a look of madness in her eyes. Instead of thrusting her tongue back into the loose and oozing cunt, she sought out the tight, round red bud of Robin's anus. Pressing her lips to the wrinkly, puckering hole, she swirled her tongue over it, giggling excitedly at the brunette's violent reaction.
The feel of tongue up on her rectum made Robin twist and jerk like a puppet. It was so wicked! So lewd! And the moist, tickling sensation that the obscene contact gave her sent new thrills tickling down over the lips of her already cumming pussy. Suddenly, everything went stark white, like a giant spotlight had been turned on inside her skull. Then she was cumming again, much harder than before, eating the blonde's pussy frantically, gobbling, nipping at the puffy, sticky lips, squirming the tip of her tongue up into the searing hot crack of her ass, searching between the tight buttocks.
Ms. Miller's body stiffened under her and then went wild. Her hips leaped up from the tile. bashing the moist, juicy mound of her cunt into Robin's open mouth and her pussy clamped down on her darting tongue, clasping it passionately, milking at it in powerful convulsive spasms. And her mouth was locked tight to Robin's anus, sucking insanely, trying to open up the tightly clamped hole so she could slide her tongue deep into the girl's ass.
The sensation of having her ass sucked drove Robin right back up the wall. Moaning deliriously, she jammed her thumbs against the soft, cheeky mounds of Ms. Miller's buttocks and levered them wide apart, so she could see the other woman's tight, puckering anus.
Determined to push things to the absolute limit, the blonde greedily worked a finger into the wet, sticky slit of Robin's cunt and, while madly nursing on her pore, started darting her stiffened digit around in the girl's twitching pussy.
"OOOOOH!!" the brunette moaned into the saliva-drenched hairs, the buttery soft pussy lips as the wildly churning finger built up a crazy friction-heat in her cunt.
In seconds, the pretty dark-haired girl was whimpering and flipping her hips back into the finger thrusts, lapping at Ms. Miller's liquid loins furiously. She sobbed as she licked the hot slit, sobbed out her ecstasy right into the gaping pink gash.
The sound of the other woman's crying, weeping orgasm was too much for the blonde to handle. She started moving her hips, making her wet crotch slap into the girl's face, making her pussy and anus grind incitefully against the lovely, flushed features.
"NUHHHHH!! NUUHHH-YESSSS!!!" Robin bawled, rotating her naked ass in a wide circle, lewdly mashing cunt and anus into the searching fingers and lashing tongue. Beyond the pale, her belly already sharting to ripple with the contractions of yet another orgasm, the brunette fell upon Ms. Miller's splayed buttocks in a frenzy.
"OH! OHHHN!" the blonde gasped wetly into Robin's flexing anus as hot, moist lips and tongue clamped down hard against her rectum, as she was licked and sucked in that most secret, most sensitive spot.
It was all over then, but the cumming. They screwed like two bitches in heat there on the tile, licking each other's cunts and anuses, working each other up until their final release was utterly devastating.
Ms. Miller let out a piercing shriek and her buttocks shifted into high gear, madely smacking her flowered open pussy into Robin's face. Robin could feel the powerful contractions of the other woman's cuntal muscles and she drove her tongue deep into the seething channel, letting her pussy tug and milk to its heart's content.
The blonde hunched and writhed for what seemed like fifteen minutes before finally slumping back exhaustedly to the floor, her knees dropping wide apart, her wet, pink pussy nakedly splayed.
Robin rolled off the gasping woman and onto her back on the floor. Her whole head reeled from the taste, the smell of Ms. Miller's crotch. It was delicious, deliciously wicked, and between Robin's legs everything was all gooey and wet. In all the times she'd fucked, her cunt had never gotten so loose, so sloppy ... and she'd never climaxed so many times in a row.
"That was wonderful!" Ms. Miller moaned, levering herself up on an elbow, staring fondly into Robin's glistening, parted slit. "You really deserve your reputation."
Robin perked up at that, shaking off the after sex drowsiness. "What sort of reputation is that?" she asked.
The blonde gave her a sheepish look, as if afraid she'd let the cat out of the bag, then shrugged. "Well, darling, if you must know," she said. "You're the talk of the Wilshire District."
"That bad, huh?"
"Bad?! Why, that's not bad, Robin," the fashion mogul said. "That's good. You're going to have to up your rates to keep your client list manageable."
"I don't do this for money," she said angrily. "I service cars for money."
"Certainly," Ms. Miller said. "Certainly, you do. I wasn't implying anything else, but well, you're more widely known for your hobby than for your business, I'm afraid."
Instead of being shamed by what the woman said, Robin felt a surge of pride and a flicker of wicked pleasure. The idea that she was the topic of conversation, or more specifically her cunt and ass, in posh private clubs was highly exciting to her.
"That doesn't bother you at all, does it?" Ms. Miller said, showing a hint of her grasp of human nature.
"Should it?"
"Not at all, darling," the blonde said, reaching out and stroking the inside of her thighs. "Not at all,"
Robin let her knees fall wide apart, showing her whole, wet fork to the woman.
"Nice, so nice and pink," the blonde cooed, running her fingertips through the ragged, glistening, hair-rimmed folds of her pussy.
Robin shivered, her hips giving a little upward flip, pushing the searching fingers deeper into her slit.
"I know you like that," Ms. Miller said. "But before I give you some more, I need you to do a little something for me."
The brunette's eyes opened and an eager grin spread over her face.
"SUCK MY TITS, DARLING," the blonde said. "SUCK THEM UNTIL I SCREAM."
Robin was up and at them in a second, licking and sucking at the red nipple buds. She had the woman screaming, all right, screaming like a banshee inside of a minute.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the days that followed, Robin discovered that what Ms. Miller had told her about the word getting out on her service was true. Her answering service was swamped with calls from people she'd never heard of, both male and female. Most of the people left no word as to who referred them, so she immediately crossed them off her potential client list. Even so, she was left with an enormous amount of work, far too much for one girl to handle.
Clearly, Robin and her little business venture had come to a turning point. She was faced with the difficult choice of expanding, of hiring another girl to handle her excess work and thereby taking the whole thing out of the realm of a "personal service," or of closing her client list at a certain number and leaving it at that.
She knew that it would be hard to find a young woman with the same kind of drives she had, the same eagerness to please the customer, willingness to experiment. Also, she knew that if she took on the wrong girl, she could utterly destroy the reputation she'd worked so hard to build up. in the end, she decided to stop taking on new clients. It was the simplest way to handle the problem, though not necessarily the most financially rewarding. Robin wanted big bucks, all right, but she didn't want to lose touch with her customers, to do like so many successful small businesses had done before her and expand outwards until they had no personality of their own, no real commitment to service. She figured that by making her exclusive clientele even more exclusive, by putting the newcomers on a waiting list, she would make her service even more valuable because it was "limited." That way, she could legitimately charge more to the people she did business with.
She worked up a polite form letter to answer all the incoming calls from unsolicited customers. It said simply that there was a two-year waiting list to apply for her service and that if the person was still interested, he or she could leave a name and address with the service and she would contact them. She then informed her service to make sure and get all the names and addresses of the callers.
What really shocked her was the number of people willing to wait two years for her to maintain their automobiles. The list ended up being so long that only a major disaster, an atomic holocaust or an earthquake could've gotten the last man on the list up into the top ten in 24 months time.
A sidebar to the sudden interest in her business and the resulting closing down of her client list was the trading off of her services, the use of them as "perks" to stimulate her clients' businesses. Many times, she arrived at an office not knowing whose car she was going to pick up. Other times, she thought she knew whose car it was supposed to be, but was rudely surprised once she stepped in the door.
Such was the case when she arrived in the early afternoon at the Wilshire and La Brea suite of Inter-Toy International. She was scheduled to pick up the Bentley of the president and owner of the import-export firm and have it lubed, washed and waxed, but the sheepish look on the face of her long-time customer, Mr. Perkoff, warned her that something was up.
"Good afternoon, Robin," Perkoff said, grinning broadly. He was a portly man with a florid complexion and snow white hair. Her services for him, aside from the care of his expensive car, had been limited, due to a heart condition of his, to her dancing around naked, her body oiled with sweet perfume, while he lay on his back on the floor and played with himself.
Robin had offered many times to do more for him, indeed, to do anything else he wanted, as not only was Mr. Perkoff possessed of an enormous bank account, but also an enormous fire hose of a penis. He adamantly refused, obviously irritated that his "doctor's orders', kept him from enjoying the full range of her service.
"You're scheduled for a lube, wash and wax, right?" she said, checking her clip board.
"UHH, yes, yes I am, but there's been a slight change in plans, I'm afraid," the importer said, fumbling nervously with the golden watch chain that stretched around his big belly. He was wearing an iridescent blue, three-piece suit with a hot pink shirt and a bright red tie.
"A change in plans?" she said.
"UHH, yes, won't you come into my inner office," he said, putting his hand on her bare shoulder, his fingers sliding greedily over the smooth, taut skin. "There's someone I'd like for you to meet."
Robin already knew what was coming. She considered telling the man that she wasn't interested in having her services sub-leased or used as business incentives, but Perkoff had been one of her first customers, and she liked him a lot.
He ushered her into his inner sanctum, a cork-lined, wall to wall carpeted office in the center of which was a huge stately walnut desk. Standing in front of the desk was a very short man in a black business suit.
"Robin Prentiss, I'd like you to meet Mr. Tanaka," Perkoff said. "A businessman from Tokyo."
The Japanese man's black eyes twinkled merrily as he stepped forward and extended his hand. He was strikingly good-looking and seemed awfully young to be keeping company with an old fogey like Perkoff. He wore his black straight hair long over his ears and his mouth was wide and full lipped. His skin was almost the same color as Robin's, naturally.
Robin took his hand and smiled back at him as she discovered his fingers to be warm and smooth and dry. There was nothing worse than a man with sweaty palms even before the action got started. Sweaty palms invariably meant premature ejaculation, and that was one thing that Robin could do without.
"Glad to meet you, Mr. Tanaka," she said pleasantly.
The Oriental man did not release her hand, but held it, turning his head towards Perkoff, a puzzled expression on his face.
Perkoff grinned and nodded expansively. "He doesn't speak a damned word of English," the portly man said through his grin. "And I speak precious little of Japanese."
"But she's your client, isn't he? How do you do business?" Robin asked.
"Computers," Perkoff said. "His computer talks to my computer and between them they decide how many Jungle Giant Safari Games I need and how many he can produce."
"Sounds like a strange way to do business," she said, her eyes suddenly widening as the smiling Mr. Tanaka started teasing the center of her palm with his middle finger.
"Damn right it's strange!" Perkoff said. "That's why I had Tanaka come over here. So we could meet each other face to face."
Robin stood the tickling of her hand as long as possible, then politely extricated her fingers from his. "What has this got to do with me, or dare I ask?" she said, smirking at the rotund man.
Perkoff took a deep breath, then began. "Well, I know it's an imposition, Robin, and if you don't want to do it, I can understand," he said, looking down at his hands. "But, Tanaka here, somehow heard about you."
"In Japan?!" she said in astonishment.
"No, no, of course not," he said, waving his hand at her. "Over here. At the airport, I gather. Some other Japanese businessmen were talking and he got in on the conversation."
"I've never done business with a Japanese," Robin said.
Perkoff shrugged. "Word's gotten around, I guess," he told her. "Anyway, the first thing he asks me when he gets up here is if I can get him 'Lobin, Lobin.'"
She shook her head in amazement.
Mr. Tanaka nodded enthusiastically, chiming in with a chorus of "Lobin, Lobin" of his own.
"See what I mean?" Perkoff said. "What the heck am I going to do with the guy?!"
"Are you asking for suggestions?" she said.
"Hey, don't be like that," Perkoff said. "I'm in a real bind here. I've got to stay on the good side of Tanaka or Jungle Giant goes right down the drain."
"I was only kidding," Robin said. "If you want me to handle the guy, I'll do it. But don't let the word get out that I did it or every client of mine is going to be pulling the same routine on me."
"Of course not," he promised.
Robin gave the little man a calculating once-over. His body seemed very wiry, with not an ounce of flab on it. She grinned. Maybe it wasn't going to be such a trial after all.
"Tell me something," she said, "is he wealthy?"
Perkoff groaned and raised his eyes skyward. "Robin, this man controls half of what goes under the Christmas tree and he's got an interest in the rest," he said. "He came here in his own
Lear Jet."
Robin gave the Oriental man a big warm smile. He was looking better and better to her.
"Lobin? Lobin?" he said, nodding energetically.
"He didn't bring a car along," she said snidely, "so exactly what does he want me to do?"
The portly man gave her a helpless gesture. "I wish I could help you there," he said. "Whatever it is, I'm sure he'll let you know."
"You mean give me a sign?" she said, smirking at Perkoff.
"Yes, something like that."
Robin giggled into her hand. "He already's giving me a sign," she said, pointing a finger down at the front of the man's pants.
"Oh damned!" Perkoff groaned, staring at an inordinately huge bulge that was distorting the whole crotch of Tanaka's slacks. "The little son of a bitch is hung like a fucking horse!"
"Bye, bye, Mr. Perkoff," Robin said, firmly taking hold of the man's arm and guiding him toward the door of his own office. "Your presence won't be required for a while."
The man started to protest being forcibly evicted from his place of business, but one look back at the deliriously happy Tanaka made him think twice about complaining.
"All right, all right," he said, brushing her hands off him. "I'll go. I'll go already. And I want you to know how much I appreciate this, Robin. You're saving my ass."
"Remember me at Christmas," she said, gently shoving him out the door. She pulled the door shut and locked it, then turned around to face the eager Mr. Tanaka.
To her surprise, the man was already starting to take his clothes off. He tossed his suit coat and shirt aside, exposing the hard-ribbed muscles of his chest and stomach and the steely cords of his arms. He reminded her of a star from one of those karate movies. He was gorgeous!
"You're in a big hurry, huh, Mr. Tanaka?" she said, walking over to the big desk and leaning back against it.
Tanaka said nothing, but stripped down his slacks.
"God!" she gasped, staring down at his blood-heated loins.
His huge, erect penis was bulging in the front of his jockey shorts, the mulberry-colored bulb sticking lewdly out of one of the leg holes. She could see the broad, vein-marbled neck of his shaft below the flaring, spongy cap rim. His penis, except for the head, was the same tawny golden color as the rest of him. The sight of such a big, beautiful cock in hard throbbing erection made her mouth go dry and her heart pound agonizingly in her chest.
"Wait!" she said, holding her hand up in an unmistakable gesture.
The oriental man paused, his fingers curled around the elastic waistband of his shorts, ready to unveil the hulking thickness of his manly penis.
"Let me get naked first," she said, her eyes burning with sudden passion. She wriggled out of her tight-fitting halter top, exposing the lush, succulent mounds of her breasts to him.
He groaned when he saw those silky cones, those taut pink nipples and his cock gave a powerful pulse, sending another three inches of it pushing out the leg hole.
"You like?" she said, sensuously cupping her own breasts in her hands and mashing them up against her chest like perfect full moons.
She had bridged the language gap. Mr. Tanaka nodded so hard that the flesh of his cheeks trembled.
"You'll like this better, I think," she told him, rolling down her shorts, peeling them down over her flaring hips, down her sleek thighs, and showing him the furry dark triangle of her pubic hair and the pinkly gleaming slit beneath.
He liked it, all right. His cock stiffened, quivering violently, and he lunged for her.
"Wait!!" she said, again holding up her hand.
To her surprise, the man stopped in his tracks, his eyes bulging with excitement as he leered at the naked, succulent flesh of her loins. Every muscle in his body was taut, every tendon stretched to the breaking point as he fought to maintain control over himself.
Robin wanted to giggle at him, but something told her that it wouldn't be a good idea. Instead, she stepped out of her shorts and levered her bare buttocks up on the top of the wide desk. She kept her legs demeurely closed for a moment, purposely torturing him, then heaving an excited sigh, she let her knees fall apart, showing him everything she had between her legs.
The man made a gargling, inarticulate sound as he gaped at her glistening soft pink petals, at the tender shadow of her silky pubic hair, at the tight crack of her firm ass beneath. The moist, deepening lips of her pussy began to pout, to pucker at him, taunting him, beckoning him.
Robin watched him chomping at the bit, almost pawing the rug in his eagerness to get at her. And why not? She was offering him her cunt on a platter! Suddenly, she, too, could no longer bear the tension.
"YES!" she cried, splaying her knees even wider apart. "YES!! DO IT!!"
Tanaka did it, all right. He did it with his mouth. He fell on her naked loins like a madman. scooping up her round, firm buttocks in both hands, burying his open mouth in the hot and sticky folds of her vagina.
The instant his lips touched her pussy, Robin's hips jerked violently. It felt like he'd shot an electric current right into the sensitive flesh of her cunt! Her back arched up from the desk and her deliciously smooth buttocks flipped, mashing her hot slit right into his face.
"YUHHHHHM!" he warbled, as her blazing, buttery wet pussy lips slid incitefully over his mouth, as the keen, musky scent of her pussy seared his nostrils and exploded in his brain. He mauled her perfect asscheeks, his mouth squirming over the wetly parted gash, his tongue swirling over the sticky petals, lapping at the soft fan of dark hairs.
Robin shuddered at the thrill of having his handsome face buried between her legs, of having his hot breath gusting over the aroused, throbbing flesh of her cunt. His lips were sucking, kissing at the furious slit of her pussy. His long, agile tongue was slithering all over the apex of her pussy mound, bathing her pubic hair in rich, warm saliva, caressing the upper juncture of her labia, the tiny pink nodule that shielded the pink pearl of her clitoris.
"OOOHHHHHM" she gasped, thrashing fitfully as his moist tongue tip found her thrill center, as it teased her oily marble, lewdly, incitefully flicking it back and forth amid the dewy, sticky folds. An impossible wave of pleasure buoyed her up, lapping wickedly at her belly, her breasts.
Tanaka groaned with anxious excitement as he felt the little node of her clitoris swell and harden under the tip of his madly swirling tongue. Kneading her buttocks with animal fury, he mashed his face deeper into her seething loins, pressing his puckering lips tight to the angry little bud and sucking it into his mouth.
Robin had been kissed on the pussy before, licked by experts, but none of them had ever done that to her!
"YEEEEEE!!!" she squealed, clawing at the desk top as a surge of raw pleasure shot through her loins, kicking her legs wildly in the air as orgasm exploded between her thighs. Her pussy fell into a mad, contracting fit, her hips snapping, flipping viciously up from the desk, bashing her glowing cunt into Tanaka's juice-splattered face.
The Oriental man hung on for dear life as she writhed frenetically under his mouth, her moist pussy squishing into his chin, the pliant, hair-fringed outer labia smooching out over his cheeks as if to gulp down his whole head. The silky skin of her inner thighs wisked over his ears as she squirmed and thrashed out her ecstasy and the smell of her aroused pussy, the feel of her cunt coming unglued all over his face nearly drove him insane with lust. He savagely licked and swallowed, drinking down the rich, warm juices of her loins.
Robin was going so wild that it was all she could do to keep from bucking herself off the desk. The highly skilled Oriental had not only made her cum almost at once, but he was stretching out her joy, keeping her cumming and cumming with frantic sucks around the tender bud of her clitoris. She didn't ever want the pleasure to stop. She wanted it to keep on forever. She threw her right leg around the back of his neck, locking his flushed, dripping face hard against the convulsing flesh of her vagina, tipping her pussy sheath up for him, giving him access to every steaming inch.
"EAT ME! EAT ME!!" she wailed, rolling her hips, making her clitoris pop from his mouth and slide over his lips, his cheeks, his nose, making the entire, seething, furious maw of her cunt squish over his face.
Tanaka's long, slippery, smooth tongue snakedout from between his lips and lapped at her puffy, swollen petals, teasing round and round the turgid, hair-fringed mound of her vagina, delving between inner and outer labia, flowering them wide open, and drooling, all the time drooling, bathing her naked cunt in warm, slippery fluid.
He teased her unmercifully, merely poking at the contracting entrance to her vaginal sheath with the tip of his tongue inside of sliding his tongue way up into her belly as she wished.
'TONGUE IT! FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, TONGUE IT!!" she warbled, tossing her hips madly, trying to seat his mouth directly onto the entrance to her sex.
The Oriental man, now that he had what he wanted, was more content to take his time, to work to build up the writhing, beautiful brunette with passionate strokes of his tongue until she was once more on the verge of climax.
The frustration that Robin felt was horrible. She craved to be spitted on his swirling tongue, to be fucked with it until her mind went to jelly, but instead of deep, soulful penetration, he was giving her feather-light licks. Each gentle touch of his tongue pushed her closer to orgasm, that was true, but it took so long!!!
The girl actually began to sob brokenly, her perfect breasts rising and falling, taut nipples pointing up at the ceiling, as she felt the lining of her pussy suddenly turn scalding hot, as powerful muscle spasms hit her belly and loins. Her face was almost purple with passion and she was beside herself with lust. She grabbed hold of his longish hair with both hands and forcibly seated his mouth right over her opening.
Tanaka groaned and struggled, but it was already too late. The tip of his tongue, almost with a will of its own, had slid right into her quaking, smooth pussy. He moaned at the heat, at the wetness of it, and threw himself down on it savagely, driving his tongue up into the tight channel, parting the shuddering cuntal walls with the rounded, moist tip.
As his tool surged into her belly, Robin went totally limp. Her leg slipped from around his neck and her hands fell away from his hair.
"God!" she gasped as the tongue pushed deeper and deeper into her belly, as she felt herself opening up to it, being filled to the splitting point with thick, smooth tongue. The pressure on her loins was incredible, and then his mouth jammed tight against her cunt and he could go no deeper.
If Robin thought the sensation had peaked, she was very much mistaken. With his mouth firmly pressed to the lips of her cunt, Tanaka began waggling his tongue wildly in the sticky grip of her pussy, flipping it over the softly shuddering walls, making it twist and corkscrew in her belly like a runaway drill bit.
"UHHH! UHHHHH!!!" she howled, kicking her long, slim legs high up in the air, making them hover overhead. Her cunt clasped down on his tongue, squeezing it with a vengeance as joy exploded between her legs. She could hear him whimpering, moaning at the inhuman pressure her pussy was applying to his tool, but that only made her ecstasy the more exciting. She clutched his black hair tight in her fists and pulled his head back, dragging the trapped tongue from the back of her womb, making its smooth surface slide deliciously over the convulsing walls of her pussy, making it bump and wriggle over her seething inner folds, each and every bump sending another rush of joy to her already tremoring body.
Tanaka could do nothing but kneel there and take it. The tip of his tongue was held tight by the power of her climaxing pussy and her hands were raising his head. The result was that his long rubbery tongue was being stretched out to the limit, to the breaking point.
Just when his tongue had to pop out of her pussy or come out at the roots, she jammed his head back down, cramming all that hot tongue back into her cumming cunt. His mouth slammed into her pussy, his chin into her rectum and the sensation was so wonderful that she couldn't help but make it happen again and again. She started forcing the Oriental to bob his head, feverishly working the slippery smoothness of his long tongue in and out of her pussy. In five bobs of the head, she was cumming again, cumming right into the startled man's face! Her pussy milked and tugged at the entire length of his tongue, her hips grinding salaciously up from the suddenly sticky wet desk top, as joy burst over her crotch.
The intense pleasure rapidly faded to a warm, teasing afterglow between her legs. But even after Robin let go of Tanaka's hair, after her smooth buttocks stopped their mad gyrations, the luridly aroused Oriental continued to tongue fuck her pussy. He was doing all the head bobbing himself, smacking his face hard into her wet and quivering loins.
Robin pushed up on an elbow and watched through pleasure slitted eyes as the wiry-muscled man greedily tongued her cunt, his thick-fleshed tongue darting in and out between her flowered open pussy lips, his whole face from forehead to chin smeared with her warm, slippery juices. As exciting to her as the feel of all that meat sliding in and out of her vagina was the sight of him pumping, crazy for the buttery flesh of her cunt about his tongue, for the smell and taste of her pussy.
"YOU MADE ME CUM SO MANY TIMES!" she gushed, gently stroking his hair, shifting her bottom so that the erect node of her clitoris brushed the wet tip of his nose. "LET ME DO IT FOR YOU! LET ME DO IT TO YOU!!"
Tanaka continued to eat her, not understanding what she was saying, mistaking it for a plea for him to keep on licking her cunt.
"NO, LOVER, NO!" she moaned, catching his gleaming face between her hands, lifting it from her pinkly parted pussy. "I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK."
He blinked at her, his eyes glazed, blood shot, and uncomprehending.
Robin had to resort to some sign language herself. She reached down and caught hold of the huge, velvety head of his hot penis and gave it a pinch, then opened her mouth and swept her pink tongue round and round her lips.
"OK? OK?" she said.
Tanaka beamed at her, stepping back and quickly rolling down his jockey shorts. As the bloated, mulberry-colored head cleared the waistband of his shorts, the whole straining shaft jerked upwards, jutting from his fine, straight black pubic hair like the mast of some sailing ship. Under the broadly throbbing root hung two enormous testicles in a ruddy brown bag. They hung half way down his thigh!
The shiny, reddish purple head bobbed, nodding to her, the tendons visibly flexing along the vein-marbled shaft. Robin had seen enough. Gulping down the thick saliva that welled up in her mouth, she reached down and caught hold of the huge head behind the flaring rim, bending it away from his chest, and down toward her flushed face.
"Yow!!" Tanaka howled as the pretty brunette opened her mouth and crammed the broad head of his penis inside. The blazing heat of her cheeks enveloped his bulb and the delicious wetness of that tight cavern set his knees to knocking.
Her cheeks bloated out to the bursting point with hard, rubbery cockhead, her lips wrapped tight about the turgid neck of the strange man's erection, Robin was in heaven. Though it was all she could do to get the enormous bulb between her lips, she immediately started popping the searing, velvety knob in and out of her mouth, rubbing her tongue over her incitefully, revelling in the raw, manly taste of it, in the musky fragrance of his loins. She decided at once that she liked Japanese penis. She swirled her tongue over its underside, licking at the bloated blue veins, lasciviously stroking the upraised staff.
Tanaka let out a grunt and his hips snapped violently, sending the head of his cock sliding up from her lips, up along the bridge of her nose to bump into her forehead.
Groaning impetuously, the brunette caught hold of his thick root and pulled him back down where he belonged. As she shoved his knobbish cockhead back into her mouth, something thick and sweet dribbled onto her tongue. She let out a shrill whine of pleasure. It was his pre-cum! It was sweet as sugar! Moaning with excitement, she started sucking with all her might, twisting and turning her mouth over the broad rim, licking frantically at his tiny, oozing slit.
Instead of immediately starting to fuck into the ecstatic brunette's open mouth, the Oriental put his hands on her slim shoulders and pushed her down, forcing her first into a kneeling position on the rug, then down onto her back. Robin stubbornly refused to give up his cum-oozing penis and kept it tightly trapped between her lips even though the angle brought her much pressure and discomfort. Tanaka swung his tight leg over her head, straddling it, and suddenly she was looking up into his hairless, leathery scrotum, staring into his sperm-bloated balls. Realizing what he meant to do, the brunette immediately altered the angle of her neck, sticking her chin up as high in the air as she could, and thereby offering his penis a clear path all the way down her throat.
The toy tycoon leered down at her sleek, golden body, at her lips wrapped so tightly about the head of his lust-bloated penis, at her breasts so supple and soft, her pussy gaping, pink, moist. Then he lunged.
Even if Robin had wanted to stop him, she could not have. She shuddered at the huge bulb pushed past her lips, pressing down gaggingly on the back of her tongue. She fought the urge to cough as the enormous, blood-filled tip bashed into the back of her throat and then withdrew. As the head pulled back onto her tongue, she started sucking in a perfect frenzy of animal incitement, moaning deliriously through her nose as she nursed on the tip of his manhood.
When he thrust again, she arched her neck even further, bending the pliant sheath of her throat so that the straining, throbbing erection slipped right down her gullet.
"UHHHHM!" Tanaka gasped as the hot, wet walls of her throat slipped soothingly about the aching sides of his rod, as fully half of his monstrous erection was housed in the startling heat of her beautiful body.
Robin whimpered at the horrible pressure on the inside of her throat, but she did not stop sucking or licking. His low swinging testicles were slapping against her nose and forehead as he screwed his big penis in and out of her ovalled mouth and she could feel the tickling scratch of his pubic hair against her chin each time he slid his cock home.
Mumbling, moaning in his native tongue, Tanaka gently fucked her face, his hands caressing, squeezing the firm fleshy mounds of her breasts. She took every throat-splitting kings he gave her and prayed that he'd do it to her harder, faster, that he shoot his rich, sweet sperm deep into her throat. And to add to her building passion, he not only pinched and tweaked her taut pink nipples, but started to stroke the tiny bud of her clitoris as well, dipping his fingers into the juicy, splayed open gash of her pussy.
"MUHH! MUHHHM" she gasped around the pistoning thickness of his penis, her fingers reaching up to clutch the goose egg sized orbs of his balls.
The feel of her hand gratefully caressing his testicles was the straw that broke the camel's back as far as Tanaka was concerned. He could no more hold back his own savage urges than he could turn back the hands of time. With a mighty growl, he threw himself down on her stomach, prying her knees wide apart with both hands and burying his mouth in her naked, glistening pussy.
Robin's eyes popped wide open as she felt his tongue skewer up into her cunt. His strong hands were forcing her to tip her legs back, to tip her crotch up to him, giving him such a deep access to her pussy that she thought he was trying to bridge the gap between his cockhead and his own tongue, that he was trying to lick the head of his own cock! She clasped her knees tight to his sides and shivered in ecstasy as he brushed the very back of her womb with his long, thick tongue.
Sucking furiously on the sticky, warm flesh of her cunt, Tanaka began fucking his cock into her open throat in a driving blur, smacking his pendulous testicles against her nose, working the full, turgid length of his erection between her nursing, ovalled lips.
Robin orgasmed at that instant, her pussy fluttering, loins throbbing with delight. She reached up to grip the firm, sinewy cheeks of his ass, to pull his cock even harder into her aching throat. Her pussy seized up around his flicking tongue, squeezing it tight.
Tanaka moaned into her wet pink slit, then started sprinting for his own frantic climax. He ground his face into her cunt, burrowed the tip of his nose into her tiny anus, and began tossing his hips in savage, short thrusts, pulling only the last third of his enormous cock from her throat before jamming it back.
It was all Robin could do to hold on to his madly churning buttocks, her loins seething with the vibrant energy of orgasm.
Then the man grunted and stiffened above her, the muscles of his thighs jumping and jerking as his own loins began to throb, as the hot, sticky seed of his ejaculation rocketed up the hollow stem of his cock.
Instead of ramming himself into her to the root, the Oriental quickly drew his bucking, cumming penis back until she only held the massive, hard-pulsing head in her mouth. Robin tried to force the saliva-dripping hardness back into her throat, but he would not have it. Then she realized why.
A sudden, choking burst of cum exploded into her mouth, gushing over her tongue in a rich, hot wave, swirling down her throat in a torrent She whimpered excitedly and prepared to suck down the next, sweet, virile spray. But she was not prepared for the sheer volume of what Tanaka sent her way. He must've been saving it up for months!
A geyser of teeming sperm erupted from the head of his cock, surging not only down her throat, up also up her nose as well. There was so much, so suddenly that Robin didn't know how to react, didn't know what to do. She choked, coughed, and sputtered around the hard-throbbing erection, sending a shower of white cum shooting over her breasts and throat.
If the man had held his cock into her to the root and let off such a blast, she surely would've strangled! But as it was, she managed to swallow most of what he sent her way. The remainder dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and oozed down her cheeks in thick, pearly trickles.
The third spurt had nowhere near the volume of the second and Robin handled it easily, greedily drinking down the tasty semen, actually wrapping her fist about the jerking root to pump the long shaft, to milk it into her open mouth.
When she'd drained him dry, when his penis lost its firmness and started to go all spongy and rubbery on her, she took it from her mouth and started licking his leathery scrotum, sweeping her tongue over the wrinkly flesh, revelling in the keen, manly aroma of his crotch.
Finally, Tanaka rolled off of her and leaned back against the front of Perkoff's desk, his legs widely splayed, his flaccid cock draped across his thigh, a thin white line of cum trickling from the friction-reddened bulb, his cum-emptied testicles hanging so low that they actually rested on the carpet.
That line of sticky white drew Robin like a magnet. She could not leave so much as a drop of his virile, rich sperm untasted. Mewling animalishly, she crawled between his legs, her round, smooth buttocks high in the air, her lush breasts dragging through the carpet's nap. She kissed the inside of his knee and then dragged her tongue all the way up his thigh, licking up the sweet, sticky fluid and groaning with pleasure.
Tanaka applied his hand to her long, dark hair and stroked it lovingly. She was subserviently kissing his naked loins and the fierce gleam in his eye, the radiance of masculine pride, told just how much he adored it.
"NUMMMMMMM!" she crooned, planting a wet, warm kiss right on the rubbery head of his penis.
"OOOOOH, LOBIN! LOBIN!!" he moaned ecstatically, pressing her face back down, forcing her mouth back into the throbbing tip of his cock.
She kissed the head of his penis again and slipped it into her mouth. It was much easier to suck in its deflated state and she sucked it vigorously, her excitement growing as the head and shaft began filling once again with hot blood. She sucked him to full, straining erection, and only then did she raise her mouth from his cock.
"LOBIN!" he crooned, his long, thick penis thumping excitedly against his chest.
Robin regarded his upraised virility with a wicked grin. "Me, Lobin, all right," she said, reaching out to grip his monstrous erection. "Me, Lobin, you. Jungle Giant!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Shortly after her meeting with Tanaka, the first vacancy on Robin's client list appeared. One of her long-time customers, a retired movie producer of the mid-40's, passed away. Though there was a lot of public mourning over the man's death by his fellows in the business, it was privately believed that the world in general and young starlets in particular were better off for his passing.
Robin hadn't minded the man's eccentricities. In fact, she had hardly noticed them. While he made her dress up in bizarre black leather costumes, she was totally engrossed in the carefully maintained, 40's aura of his Hollywood hillside mansion, in the sheer power the man still held over the movie business. She'd thought the bit with the shelled, hard-boiled eggs was "cute," but other young women, perhaps more sensitive to such things, had run out of the producer's home screaming at the suggestion that they insert one of said eggs into their cunt and see how far they could "shoot" it, using the muscles of their loins. Perhaps it was the rather formalized procedure, too, that turned the others off. The producer had a special chair set up behind what he called the "firing line" and had put markers on the floor for the furthest shots made to date. At the time of his passing, the record was held by a 22-year-old acrobat from Taiwan.
Immediately upon learning of her client's death, Robin consulted her waiting list and called the first name on it. Unfortunately, the person in question was out of the country, or so Robin was informed by the maid who answered the phone. The brunette crossed the name off and went to number two. Instead of there being one name for the listing, there were apparently two: Carleton and Jenks.
When she called up the phone number beside the names, a secretary answered and informed her that Carleton and Jenks were "attorneys at law." Neither of the two was in the office, however, and Robin was forced to make an appointment later in the day to come in and see them.
The law offices were in the Beverly-Vinton, one of the newer high rises in the area. A measure of the exclusivity of the place was the fact that it had pretty girls in uniforms running the elevators, an unheard of thing in the day of "mechanical convenience."
Robin got off the elevator on the seventeenth floor and walked down the serene, modern hallway to the wooden doors emblazoned
"Carleton and Jenks, attorneys at law." She opened the right hand door and stepped into a very sterile reception room. There was Muzak coming from some hidden speaker, there was a potted rubber tree in one corner, a low, modern couch along the side wall, and set in the wall facing her was one of those windows one generally finds in a doctor's office.
She stepped up to the window and looked in on a pretty young redhead who was engrossed in a pulp magazine entitled 'Teen Stars." She pressed a button in the wall under a "Ring for Service" sign.
The receptionist jumped a mile when the buzzer went off. "Oh! oh, dear!" she said, quickly hiding the magazine under a sheaf of legal-sized paper. She turned to Robin and her regulation smile quickly faded, replaced by a catty glare.
"Yes?" she said.
"I have an appointment with both Carleton and Jenks," Robin said, and gave her name.
"You must be the car service girl," the redhead said, her tone implying that such a thing was only one step above the gutter.
Robin nodded, trying to ignore the girl's rudeness. She was pretty used to such things by now. The strange thing was that her clients, who generally really had something to be snobbish about, never put her down for her work. It was only the wage slaves that surrounded her customers, the jealous ones, who made life difficult.
The receptionist pressed a button and the office entry door popped open. Robin walked through it and down a short hallway to a single door marked "Conference Room." She opened it without knocking and stuck her head inside.
"Excuse me," she said to the two men who were seated at the round, highly polished table.
The taller of the two, a pale man with lots of thick black hair on his head, his chin, his arms and chest, smiled and waved her into the room. "You must be Robin," he said, extending his hand to her. "I'm Carleton."
As she shook his hand, the second man stepped up. He was about six inches shorter than his partner and his thinning hair was sandy brown and wavy. His skin, too, was pale and he was slightly pudgy. Both men were dressed in expensive custom-tailored slacks and had gaudy, hand-painted silk "disco" shirts on.
"I'm Jenks," the shorter one said, wringing her hand after Carleton had given it up.
While both men wore their shirts unbuttoned almost to the waist, only the taller of the two showed any body hair at all. Jenks' chest looked like he shaved it.
"We've been waiting a long time to meet you," Carleton said, grinning at the sleepy, jutting cones of her breasts under the tube top.
"Too long," Jenks said, eyeing her long, tanned legs and the womanly curves of her hips and buttocks.
Robin smiled, acknowledging the compliment.
"You've become a real celebrity in L.A.," Carleton said.
"Of course, we knew about you before the word really started getting around," Jenks added quickly.
The tall, hairy man grinned. "When can you start?" he asked.
Robin winced. "Look, gentlemen," she said, "before we get too wound up here I've got to get a couple of things straight. Like, which one of you will I be working for?"
The two men gave each other stunned looks.
"Which one?" Jenks said.
"Yes, which one," she repeated.
"Well, we thought," Carleton said. "I mean, we assumed that you would work for both of us."
Robin frowned. "Two cars take twice as much time," she said. "Surely you realize that if I took both of you on for the price of one client, I'd be cutting my own throat. Not only would I be getting less money for more work, but I'd be expanding my client list, which is something I don't want to do."
"Cars?" Carleton said, a puzzled look spreading over his face. He stroked his thick, luxuriant beard and shook his head. "Cars?"
"Yes, cars," Robin said, a bit exasperatedly. "What kind of cars do you have?"
Jenks shrugged helplessly. "I've got a Mercedes 450SL and Carleton's got a Targa," he said.
Then it was Robin's turn to shake her head. "No, gentlemen," she said. "I'm sorry, but I just can't handle the load. The SL alone would be too much. Too many tune-ups. I am sorry."
As she turned to go, Carleton reached out and stopped her with a hand on her bare shoulder. "Wait," he said. "I think there's been some misunderstanding."
"I'm sure of it," Jenks said, moving in close to her, too. "There definitely has been a misunderstanding."
Robin looked up into the bearded man's dark eyes and caught a flash of desire in them. His hand was stroking her shoulder, and the shorter man was so close to her that she could feel the heat coming off his body. She suddenly felt very weak in the knees, like she was on the verge of bolting, running out of there. Her heart pounding agonizingly and she felt her face start to flush.
"We don't want you to look after our cars," Jenks said, putting his hand on her other shoulder and starting to stroke her silky skin, even as his partner stroked it.
"What he means is," Carleton said, gently taking hold of the point of her chin and tipping her face up toward his, "that isn't the primary reason why we want to employ you."
The whole world started to spin as the bearded man slowly lowered his face to hers. Robin stood there, her violet eyes huge with astonishment, as the lawyer kissed her on the mouth, the soft hairs of his beard tickling her lips, nose, cheeks and chin. His mouth was quite hot and his lips parted against hers, his wet, smooth tongue pushing rudely into her mouth.
"MUHHHHU" she gasped around the lashing, swirling tool, suddenly fighting him, trying to twist her head away.
But Carleton held her chin firmly and refused to let her go. Robin felt her face blush so furiously with hot blood that she thought it was going to explode from the pressure. He was forcing her to accept his tongue! To accept his lurid French kiss! To be so helpless, so humiliated ... and in front of a rapt audience of one .. . infuriated her.
"GIVE IT TO HER, CARLETON!" Jenks moaned excitedly, greedily watching his partner's hairy cheeks puff in and out as he flicked his long, thick tongue deep down the protesting girl's throat.
Robin half-gagged on the squirming length of it and tried to bring her knee up into his groin, but the attorney sidestepped her and the blow slid vainly off his thigh. Her head reeled with the taste and smell of his saliva and his wet drool was smearing all over her mouth and chin as he rolled and twisted his face against hers.
Finally, the bearded man pulled back from the kiss to gasp for breath. "GODDAM!" he groaned. "GODDAM, IS SHE HOT!"
Robin's face burned with shame.
"I'd of had her sucking my tongue in another second or two!" the man wheezed.
"LET ME GO!" she said, glaring at him, trying to push his hands from her arms. It was plain to her what "services" these attorneys wanted her to provide for them and while she found neither of them unattractive, the idea of being forced into submitting to their animal lusts repelled her.
"GET HER, JENKS!" Carleton said, suddenly wrapping his arms tight around her back, hugging her crushingly tight to his chest, making her ripe breasts flatten against his masculine hardness.
Robin groaned as the breath was half-knocked out of her... and groaned again as she felt something hot and hard and huge pulsing against her bare thigh. Even though there was a layer of material between it and her, there was no doubt in her mind what was making that persistent throbbing: his cock! His enormously erect cock!
"STRIP HER, DAMMIT!" Carleton cried to his partner, struggling to keep the brunette's arms pinned.
Jenks hurried around behind the grappling couple and grabbed hold of Robin's shorts, ripping them down from her waist to her ankles in one brutal jerk, exposing the sleek, round domes of her tanned buttocks, the svelte columns of her thighs.
"YEEEEE!" he groaned, leering at her succulent ass, at the faint wisps of dark pussy hair that stuck out under the curve of her cheeks.
"THE TITS, TOO, STUPID!" the bearded man growled.
Robin moaned with shame as Jenks grabbed her tube top and jerked it down around her waist, spilling her resilient, naked breasts out against the hair-matted muscles of Carleton's chest. Despite herself, the brunette shivered at the feel of those black hairs scratching at her nipples and she felt her soft pink rings suddenly tauten, crinkling up into hard, defensive stubs.
"MAN! MAN, OH MAN!!" Jenks cried, practically hopping from foot to foot with excitement as he viewed the lovely naked woman struggling in the arms of his hairy partner. Down the right leg of his slacks, extending almost all the way to his knee, there was a gross, thick bulge, like he'd jammed a baseball bat down his pants. The baseball bat was throbbing animalishly.
"Guess what comes next?" Carleton said, his hands slipping down from her arms, down over the round, firm mounds of her silky smooth ass.
"NO!! PLEASE!" Robin sobbed miserably. "YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT LIKE THIS! YOU DON'T HAVE TO FORCE ME!!"
Carleton shot Jenks a frown, then he looked into her eyes and said, "As a matter of fact, we do. Nothing personal, mind you."
Robin didn't know what the hell he was talking about. For a second, she thought she'd fallen into the hands of a pair of maniacs ... and then she was sure of it!
"PUSH HER DOWN, MAN!" Jenks howled. "DOWN ON THE FLOOR! LET'S FUCK HER!!"
"First," Carleton said, "I want to show her what she's going to get. Hold her arms!"
Robin was brutally thrust backwards, hard against the chest and lust-heated loins of the shorter man who locked his arms around hers, trapping her in a savage bear hug that crushed her breasts and held her helpless.
"Down here," the bearded man said, tangling his hand in her hair and jerking her face down.
Her eyes opened in surprise as he unzipped himself with his free hand and hauled out the long, thick rod of his cock. It was monstrous! The iron-hard shaft was webbed all along its underside by heavy, blue veins that visibly throbbed with lust-heated blood. The huge, purplish cockhead was horribly bloated, shiny, and its tip glistened obscenely with the seminal fluid seeping from its tiny slit. Obviously, the tongue kiss had worked the lawyer into a state of lustful anticipation. Her eyes trailed a slow path up the length of his lean, powerful toros, past the menacingly upraised spear of a cock, past the grotesquely huge, sperm-swollen testicles in their hair-covered bag.
Carleton stripped out of his shirt and stepped out of his pants and underwear, then looked her right in the eye. Robin made a soft whimpering sound. There was no pity, no mercy in the man's face. Whatever he intended on doing to her, she knew it would be ruthless, savage.
"Like it, huh?" he said, lewdly teasing the underside of his rigid erection with a fingertip. His cock responded by jerking up and down, the purple, dripping head slapping obscenely against his hairy chest.
Robin did not answer. She didn't want any part of him, of any of this shameful, degrading scene!
"I don't think she likes it, Carleton," Jenks said, lewdly grinding his loins into the firm, warm resilience of her naked buttocks, rubbing his blood-heated cock into the silky softness of her thigh. "Maybe I should go first?"
"She'll learn to like it," the bigger man growled, moving closer to her. He lowered his face to hers until their noses were no more than an inch apart. "I'm going to cram it so far up that tight pussy of yours that you'll be able to taste it!" he hissed.
The brunette recoiled as much as Jenks would allow, backing into him to avoid the nude, lustfully aroused man in front of her. Again, she felt suddenly weak in the knees. There was a hard penis behind her and a hard penis in front of her ... and no escape!
"Let's get it on," Carleton said, pulling down on her hair savagely.
Robin wailed as she was brutally forced down to her knees on the rug, her face pressed hard into the nap, her soft breasts mashed into the floor.
"Get around here and hold her shoulders down until I get in," Carleton directed.
Robin whined as heavy hands pressed on her back, as the men changed positions over her. She had made love to more than a few men, made love in lots of different ways, but never had she ever been subjected to such gross humiliation!
Her tanned, firm buttocks were thrust up high in the air, waving obscenely, totally vulnerable, while her face was being forced down in a subservient position. She started to sob softly.
Then Carleton was moving behind her, wedging his knee between hers, forcing her thighs to come apart. She strained with all her might to keep her legs closed, to deny him access to her pussy, but it was hopeless. All at once, the breath surged from her body and her resistance broke. Carleton dropped between her legs as they spread wide apart, her heels angling outward.
A soft, pitiful moan escaped from between her clenched teeth as the trembling brunette felt the hot hardness of the man's penis make warm, wet contact with the flesh of her inner thighs. He was enormous!
Easing himself forward, the lawyer insinuated the full, lust-inflamed length of his throbbing shaft along the narrow crevice of her buttocks. As the luridly pulsing rod slid down her nether furrow, Robin started thrashing and writhing, but the squirming of her buttocks only incited the man further. He jammed his balls hard up against the soft, warm mound of her cunt, rubbing them into her silky pubic hair, and groaned with animal excitement.
"Man!" he gasped, his eyelids fluttering as he gazed down at the seductive body that was now his for the taking, at the full, tawny moons of her buttocks stretched up in sacrificial offering to the luridly upraised staff of his penis. His cum-bloated testicles ached and tingled and he longed to spear his cock into her teasing, pink vaginal slit, but he held himself back, purposely torturing himself in anticipation of the moment when he would slide his wetly gleaming cock deep in between those quivering asscheeks, deep into the soothing, clasping confines of her cunt.
"MAN! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!!" Jenks croaked.
Carleton regarded his partner with a sour smirk. Half the fun was getting there, as he well knew. For a long moment, he remained there behind the obscenely kneeling brunette, his penis pressed hard into the crack in her ass, his testicles crushing into the warm softness of her vagina. He was revelling not only in the sensation, but in the concept of what he was doing. He had complete control over the beautiful woman. He knew it, she knew it. He wanted her to know it better, though, much better.
Instead of rearing back to imbed his huge erection into her unguarded cunt, the lawyer leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss on the narrow ridge of Robin's spine.
"OH!" she groaned at the unexpectedly tender caress, her body shivering uncontrollably.
"Damned, Carleton!" Jenks wailed impatiently.
The bearded man paid him no heed. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue slowly and wetly down the full length of her back, until he reached the tightly clenched crevice of her buttocks, which were quivering high in the air. He dropped his hands to her smoothly rounded buttocks, placed his thumbs on either side of the soft, resilient cheeks, and pressed gently outward. His face was poised on level with the thin pink folds of her sensitive pussy, and as he watched, eyes gleaming, the tender lips of her cunt parted slowly under the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs.
Robin moaned as the man's hot tongue teased down her back, as the soft hairs of his beard tickled her spine, and she moaned again as she felt the firm, fleshy cheeks of her buttocks being obscenely parted, opening up her entire crotch, her secret genitals to the man's view.
Carleton grinned as he saw a slight moisture forming on the petal-like lips, glistening on the ragged edges of her flowering slit. He moved his face forward, careful not to bump into her and jar her into further struggling. His nose was two inches from the silken brown pubic hair mantling the tender flanges of her vagina and the heady female aroma drifting incitingly out to his flaring nostrils was one of youth and sweetness. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressed outward, as her secret cavern flowered open to his gaze until the full length of it was completely exposed, the moist inner flesh coming tantalizingly into view, smooth and warm and glistening wetly with her secretions.
The attorney pursed his lips and blew his hot breath softly over the sensitive lips of her pussy, rustling the silky soft pubic hairs.
"God!" Robin groaned into the rug, trying to move as the lewd gust of breath caressed her naked vagina. It was impossible. Jenks' weight was pressing down on her shoulders and Carleton was leaning on her legs. She had no place to go.
The bearded man sensed Robin's acceptance of what was to be. But acceptance was not what he was after. What he wanted was a response from her, a wildly wanton response. He wanted to turn the unwilling girl into a mad-fucking slut. To that end, he began massaging her buttocks, rolling the fleshy cheeks about, making them rub against each other and against the parted, wetly gleaming lips of her cunt.
The brunette relaxed and let it happen, praying that he would get so excited that he'd cum before he got into her.
Carleton was excited, all right, but not that excited. He pried her buttcheeks ever further apart, until all of her hair-fringed vaginal furrow stood open and unprotected before his lascivious gaze. Then he pressed his face forward, thrusting his open mouth hard against the wetness of her pussy slit.
"YUHHHHM" she squealed, squirming against the powerful grip of his hands as his face burrowed luridly between her buttocks.
With one, quick rush, the lawyer speared his smooth, thick tongue in between the warm, fleshy folds of her cunt. He chuckled into the sticky, hot flesh of her loins as he heard her gasp beneath him. She had started forward at the first hotly teasing contact, but now, with the swirling length of his tongue buried in her soft belly, she was screwing her buttocks backwards, back against his lewdly buried face. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue thrashing wildly around inside her. Her breath exploded down into the rug in a series of small, quick gasps and she began twisting her face harder and harder against the rug as he curled and flicked his moistly probing tongue imbedded lewdly within her. Pushing his mouth even harder against her wide-splayed loins, Carleton worked his greedy lips over the whole of her tongue-spread pussy, sucking and licking at it wildly as her buttocks gyrated uncontrollably in front of his face.
"SONOFABITCH!" Jenks gasped as he watched with unbelieving eyes the girl's sudden and complete surrender to the slavering face buried in her cunt. "SHE'S FUCKING YOUR TONGUE!"
As the shorter attorney spoke, his hand slipped from her shoulder and pressed tight to the outside of his bulging pants, were a small dark circle of seminal fluid, seeping its way through from the hard-throbbing excitement of his cock, had darkened the material. Almost of its own volition, his other hand strayed away, too. There was no longer any need to pin the brunette down. With one hand against his pulsing cock, he began stroking the smooth, tanned flesh of her back and sides.
Carleton worked madly behind the kneeling girl, his tongue plunging and withdrawing, curling and flicking around in her trembling cunt, making a sucking, sluicing sound that underpinned the low, continuous moan drooling from her mouth. He withdrew his lashing tongue from the scalding depths of her smooth warm passage and found the erect little shaft of her throbbing clitoris, pushing his face further into the wetly shuddering crevice as he sucked and teased at it with his teeth while she writhed and churned her buttocks in lewdly inciting circles.
"MUHHHHI! MOOOOOHHH!!" she mewled, her mind and body out of control at the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins.
With triumphant satisfaction, the bearded man felt the muscles of her buttocks tensing and contracting around the outside of his slaving cheeks as he licked and sucked at her with a greedy untamed animal lust that threatened to drive him out of his mind.
Robin's cunt flowered open wider and wider, its hotly sliding wetness increasing with every wicked thrust of his tongue into her wide-stretched hole. The moisture ran in warm trickles down the sides of the lawyer's face as he pressed mercilessly into the softness of her buttocks, enveloping his face in warmth.
The even, rhythmic churning of her ass into his face, the powerful contractions of her pussy sphincter about his thrusting tongue told Carleton that the brunette was finally ready for his aching cock. Panting with savage passion, he raised his glistening lips and beard from her dew-moist fissure and gripped the rigid stick of his erection.
"DO IT! DO IT!!" Jenks moaned. He had his cock out now and he was masturbating like a fiend, pumping the incredibly thick rod of lust-heated muscle through his clenched fist.
Kneeling behind the frenzied girl, Carleton held the rigidly throbbing shaft of his cock between his fingers with the hard rubbery head poised right at her tight elastic cuntal opening. With lust-glazed eyes he watched the tiny wet pussy lips expanding and contracting like the mouth of a fish gasping desperately for air on the surface of a neglected bowl. His body ached all over at the thought of the lovely young woman kneeling in abject servitude before him, to be used as he wished for as long as he wanted.
Only a finger's breadth now separated her fully exposed pussy and the end of his bulging cock, and he pressed her buttocks apart still wider to see more clearly. His cock jerked with impatient desire when the tiny puckered anus nestling in its hairless furrow came teasingly into view. For a moment the temptation to take her there was so strong as to be almost overpowering. But he forced the thought from his mind. That little rosy hole was not his, not this time, anyway. Even as he considered all that, another drop of white fluid welled slowly from the tip of his tortured penis. He knew he had to have her now or it'd be too late; he'd go off over her trembling buttocks!
He moved forward, sliding his knees as far up between her wide-stretched thighs as he could, guiding his long thick cock forward between his forefinger and thumb, gently parting the curly dark pubic hairs with the rigidity of its throbbing head. He felt the hot soft outer folds of the fleshy cuntal lips close wetly over his bulbous knob.
"UHHHHHH," he groaned.
Never in his entire life had anything ever felt so soft and tender. Trapped between the delicious layers of wet and ready flesh, he allowed his cock to lie there throbbing for a moment. He intended to remain there until the chill of excitement passed, but the lewd contact of his quivering pole rammed between her silky thighs was too much for him to bear. Grunting with relief, he lunged and felt the tight hot walls of her contracting cunt slip soothingly over and then enclosing the rock hard length of his surging penis.
"OHHHHH!!!" Robin wailed, as he plowed relentlessly into her belly from behind. Even as wet as she was, as loose as her pussy lips were, her pussy was simply too small to accommodate the man's huge, blood-thickened erection. It felt like he was driving a telephone pole up her cunt!
"DAMN, BUT SHE'S TIGHT!" Carleton moaned, bucking his hips savagely, inching his pulsating hardness deeper into her narrow pussy.
Robin squealed at the brutal invasion of her loins, at the savage impact of his groin against her buttocks that actually lifted her knees from the floor! Again and again, he thrust into her, skewering his penis deeper and deeper until she felt the weight of strong muscular loins crushing against her buttocks and his hard rubbery cockhead rammed roughly up against the soft cushiony tip of her cervix.
"WHAT A CUNT!" Carleton gasped ecstatically, looking up to meet the lustfully excited stares of Jenks from the other end of her body.
The brunette moaned piteously under him, her face pushed deep into the rug by the brutal pressure on her loins. She tried to fight against him, clenching the muscles of her buttocks together in a desperate attempt to push the lewdly invading shaft back out again, but her efforts were useless. It was too late to squeeze him out. He was in her to the hairs, and her frantic writhing only incited him more as her cuntal muscles clasped around him, wetly and warmly enclosing him while the huge cock throbbed and grew inside her until her belly felt stretched and filled beyond belief.
Robin's back ached horribly from the cruel position she was being forced to assume. The hands that had been pressing down on her shoulders were no longer there. They were moving, lustfully roaming the length and breadth of her body. Her breasts were being kneaded and squeezed by fingers that had slipped in between her flesh and the carpet, hard, cruel fingers that tweaked and pinched her tender, bud-like nipples into involuntary erection. Then the fingers slipped around her side and slithered down the length of her spine, following it down into the deep split of her ripe buttocks. Before she knew it, before she could even gasp, the thick, long finger was suddenly thrust into her anus, screwed deep into the rubbery confines of her rectum.
"I GOT MY FINGER IN HER ASS!" Jenks choked.
"So I see," Carleton panted, his eyes narrowed with irritation. "Just don't stretch it too much, man."
Robin jerked and grunted as if she'd been stung at the first unexpected and painful intrusion into her bowels. Then she froze to ease the torture of the unnatural invasion. The dual ravishment of her loins, with the finger in her ass and the cock in her cunt, increased feelings of shame and humiliation she felt a hundredfold. She tried to keep still as the lustfully incited Jenks drilled his raping finger deeper in her narrow passage, circling it around the rubbery depths of her bowels until she thought her rectum would split from the pressure.
Carleton shut his eyes and began to fuck in and out of her pussy with long, plunging strokes. His strong thick hands firmly grasped the round curves of her hips, slipping the moist sheath of her vagina with growing ease back and forth over the rigidly throbbing thickness of his cock as though he were thrusting a finger into a Vaseline-filled rubber glove.
But this still wasn't enough for him. He had to have more. He had to have her moving, too, had to have her fucking him back.
"MOVE THAT ASS," he growled into the soft nape of her neck.
Robin shivered and complied without hesitation. Her buttocks "rotated slightly as she tested the amount of pain she was going to have to endure. To her surprise, there was no more hurt. She allowed herself to begin following his rhythm, grinding and twisting her ass back hard against his hard driving pelvis as he thrust more and more fiercely into her hotly stretched cunt.
Again and again she groaned aloud, bucking, writhing at his command, luridly impaling herself not only on his enormous penis, but on the cruelly drilling finger imbedded in her ass.
The friction, the pressure of all that stiff manly meat sliding in and out of her, started to take its toll on the brunette's mind. Her lips opened and closed, half in torment, half in humiliation and shame at the sudden, uncontrollable feelings of wantonness and desire beginning to surge through her wildly quivering body.
Almost at the same instant, the finger pulled back from her rectum, jerking free of the taut rubbery ring so viciously that the pain was worse than when it'd rammed in. Even as she whimpered, fingers were tangling in her long dark hair, using it like a handle to raise her face from the rug. She couldn't stop them. She couldn't do anything but groan as the huge battering ram plowed into her pussy from behind, sweeping aside the tender, wet folds of her vagina in shuddering waves.
The fingers fumbled at her gasping lips, trying to pry her jaws apart and then she felt something hot and smooth and rubbery press wetly against the corner of her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw the cruelly thick penis swaying lewdly under her very nose. Jenks, who could no longer take the sight of Carleton fucking into her from behind, had wriggled himself beneath her head, which was now pressed tightly to his loins as his legs splayed out on either side of her shoulders.
With the flat of his palm, he pushed on her forehead, so that her head was forced back and he could thrust the blood-filled tip of his cock between her quivering lips. Robin mumbled in revulsion and tried to turn her head away, but the pale pudgy man held her tight and she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and lips firmly together and try to keep the glistening instrument out.
But Jenks was too turned on to be stopped at that. He increased the pressure, jamming his rigid erection into her face. It felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. He struggled against their softness, feeling them part little by little until suddenly, with the help of an extra brutal lunge from Carleton fucking into her cunt from the rear, she opened her mouth to gasp. In a blink, the broadly throbbing head of Jenks' penis crushed through her soft lips and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth, slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its thick, fleshy hardness.
Jenks, in his lust-incited state, began to screw his hips up and down toward the helpless brunette's face with his thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth. His hands held her head in a vise-like grip, with the palms pressed hard against her ears. She struggled mentally against the additional rape of her mouth, but it was useless to resist. Jenks quickened his thrusts to match those of his friend fucking into her from behind, never quite pulling the lust-bloated head all the way out, but always leaving the huge, bulbous tip beyond her lips in the hot, moist shelter of her mouth.
Robin closed her eyes, her agony and humiliation knowing no bounds. She felt utterly numbed by the dual assault on her body. In a trance-like state, she watched with glazed eyes the ruddy, vein-marbled thickness of Jenks' cock where it emerged from the fly of his pants and jerked towards her like some obscene snake creeping from its hole.
"SUCK IT! SUCK IT!!" Jenks moaned.
Robin sucked. She tried not to think about what she was being forced to do, but it didn't help. Her obscenely ovalled lips were sliding down over the rigid virility of his huge penis, his hair-matted testicles were bouncing against her chin, and there was a stale odor of sweat about his loins... all of which served as a constant reminder of the animalish attack she was suffering.
Behind the doubly skewered brunette, Carleton was rapidly building himself up to a climax. As the tickles of fires danced down the aching length of his gleaming penis, he began fucking into her uplifted cunt still harder, increasing the tempo, battering mercilessly with his hips at her quivering asscheeks. His hands gripped feverishly at her hips, squeezing the soft, tender flesh of her buttocks into random, distorted shapes. He stared lustfully at her slender, bucking body and bobbing head. The contrast of Jenks' reddened penis sliding into the suntanned smoothness of her face rocketed chills of lewd sensation along his spine and with his thumb he tore at her buttocks, stretching the twin moons wide apart as he watched his own thick, glistening cock disappearing between the moist pink flanges of her cunt.
"OOHHHH!" he moaned. "AAAGGGHHH!"
Robin worked in a daze at the command of Jenks' fingers licking and sucking like a hungry child as he made her follow with her lips his every thrust into the tender shelter of her mouth. The saliva flooding her mouth increased and increased, thickening now as emissions of sticky seminal fluid seeped from the end of Jenks' cock and flowed into its warm depths. She could feel his hips writhing and straining below her bobbing face. His strong, thick fingers were curled tightly in her long hair, slipping her mouth up and down his thrusting fleshy staff as though it was another cunt into which he was plowing the full force of his animal lust. She could feel it stretching and expanding inside her mouth until it seemed to swell up into every crevice in her head. Jenks still continued his fierce forward thrusting as if he wanted to meet the hard cruel penis skewering into her belly from behind.
Robin had only thought she'd been debauched before. She'd only thought that she'd been used. Now she realized that her previous experience had only skimmed the surface of desire. She sucked wildly with her mouth and gyrated her buttocks frenziedly in an effort to end the torture as soon as she could. Even as she struggled to bring them off, to end the savage dual rape, deep down in the depths of her consciousness, tiny flickers of forbidden pleasure were beginning to stir in response to the brutal misuse of her body.
Then, without warning, Jenks suddenly jerked and stiffened in front of her, twitching like a puppet on a string, writhing his hips up tightly into her face to sink the full length of his cock deep down into her gasping throat. As the brunette fought for breath, whimpering from the stretching pain of the skewering, his bulging, smooth-skinned rod erupted in the warm wet interior of her throat, throbbing against her ovalled lips, sending tablespoonfuls of his hot, thick sperm squirting into her mouth and gullet.
"YEAH!! YEAH!!" the lawyer wheezed, holding her face tight to his pubis as his cock bucked and jerked deep in the soothing confines of her contracting throat.
Robin choked on the slippery, sticky gush of semen, sputtering it out around the sides of the impaling rod. His cock pulsed again and again, and her mouth kept filling with the heavy, warm fluid. She sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed fighting to stay ahead of the virile torrent, her cheeks puffing in and out as she gulped the. cream-like secretion down.
It took so long for Jenks to stop cumming that Robin thought she would go mad from the gulping, from the feel, the taste, the smell of his pungently rich sperm rushing into her mouth. Her throat ached from the constant swallowing and her stomach was so full of sperm that she could feel it sloshing around inside.
Finally, his' thick erection heaved a last jerk and began to soften against her swirling tongue. A moment later, his deflated penis slipped wetly from her lips and his hands pulled her head limply forward to lie trapped against the whole of his still-trembling loins.
She could still feel the rubbery soft cock shaft pressed against her cheeks and the odor of his cum was thick and searing in her nostrils. Then, from behind, there was a low, animal growl, and she felt her thighs and buttocks swept suddenly wide apart as, in one last buttock splitting rush, Carleton speared his throbbing penis as far as it would go up into her naked belly.
"UHHHHM" the bearded man howled, his eyes rolling up in their sockets so only the whites showed as joy engulfed his loins, as his cock began to twitch and jerk with the delicious spasms of orgasm.
Robin flinched, jerking forward into Jenks' crotch as the surge of molten fluid spurted up into her cunt.
"AAAGGGHHH!" she whined, clinging desperately to Jenks' hips.
Carleton groaned aloud with lustful satisfaction as he flooded her contracting pussy with his steaming cum. Wave after wave of the boiling fluid gushed into her trembling belly, oozzing hotly around the sides of his throbbing shaft, trickling down from the obscenely ovalled lips of her vagina in long, swaying white strings.
Robin whimpered like a little lost child as she felt the huge penis throbbing within her, as she felt the viscous, seething spurts of his sperm shooting hotly into her quivering cunt, filling her womb so full of rich, pearly goo that she thought it would burst from the pressure.
Groaning exhaustedly, the bearded man finally pulled back, unsheathing his still-pulsing cock from the tender pink slit. As the round, gleaming cockhead popped of her pussy, a torrent of trapped sperm came rushing out of her cunt
"OOOHHHH," she wailed in shame and disgust as the backs and insides of her trembling thighs were suddenly bathed by the hot, sticky fluid of Carleton's genitals.
She knelt there, shuddering as the oozing juices trickled down from the flowered open mouth of her pussy, still clinging to Jenks' hips even though her ravishment appeared to be over.
After a long moment, Carleton spoke, his voice hoarse with passion, "Well, what do you think?"
"Mmm?" Jenks responded, opening his glazed eyes.
"Do you think she's ready for the job?!" the bearded man said impatiently. "Do you think she can handle it?"
Jenks stroked Robin's long, soft hair, gently lifting her face from his lap. He looked down at her, at the dribble of his cum that still hung from her lower lip. Her eyes were tightly shut, her cheeks horribly flushed, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
"Sure," the pudgy lawyer said. "She's as ready as she's ever going to be. I kind of hate to do it to her, though. I mean, we could fool around with her a little more before we turn Wafik loose, couldn't we?"
Carleton shook his head, his eyes dropping to the swaying, still upraised cheeks of her ass, to the tiny round and wrinkly hole that he had longed to fuck, but had not. He frowned.
"If we want the sheik's business," he said, "we've got to come through for him. And that means now!"
Robin could hear what the men were saying, but the meaning of their words was lost on her. Who was Wafik? What sheik? What did it all have to do with her?!!
Carleton rose from the rug and walked over to the intercom on the round conference table, picking up his clothes as he went. He pushed down the button on the intercom and said, "Miss Conover, are Wafik and Hafad here yet?"
The disembodied voice replied, "Yes, sir, Mr. Carleton, they just walked in the door."
"Fine. Send them in to the conference room, please," he said. "And there's no need to escort them. They know the way."
"Fuck!" Jenks said angrily. "I think we could've waited another ten minutes or so."
"We almost blew it as it was," Carleton said. "The sheik doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Jenks glared at his business partner. "That's damned easy for you to say, Carleton!" he snapped. "You got to stick your dick in her cunt. I had to settle for a fucking blow job!"
A gentle knock on the conference room door put an end to the bickering. The bearded man quickly pulled up his pants and rushed to open the door.
"Good afternoon, sheik," Carleton said.
Two tall, swarthy men dressed in floor length burnooses, their heads mostly covered by the garments' hoods, and sandals, stepped into the room.
Robin moaned as Jenks jumped up to greet the visitors, leaving her lying there, ass upraised, totally naked.
"So that is the famous Robin," a rich, masculine voice with a decidedly British accent said behind her.
CHAPTER SIX
"I hope you're not disappointed, sir," Jenks said.
The sheik thrust back his hood and turned to his companion. His hair was jet black and extremely thick, his eyes hard and dark, his nose a cruel hook, his cheekbones high. His skin was the color of natural leather, rich and brown.
"Disappointed?" he said, showing even white teeth. "On the contrary! She looks just as I've heard her described. In fact, she looks even better. I must admit that I have a special fondness for women with firm buttocks."
Everyone in the room, save Robin, chuckled politely at that. The brunette, still dazed by the brutal assault she'd just endured, collapsed to her belly on the rug, unable to even gather the strength to turn over and face the newcomers.
The sheik's companion pulled back his hood, too. He was a bit older than the other Arab, his black hair shot with white, but he had the same noble nose and the same swarthy skin.
"What I think my master means to say," Hafad said with a grin, "is that he has a particular fondness for what lies between feminine buttocks."
The male laughter behind her made Robin cringe. Everything had become crystal clear for her. She knew now why the lawyers had so callously assaulted her. They were testing her responses to sexual abuse. Unfortunately for her, she'd passed with flying colors. They had been trying to find out if she was the kind of woman the sheik would like, and in the process of their discovery, a by-product of it, they had suitably warmed her up for any and all things to come. Her pussy was so wet with cum, so widely stretched, that there was no way she could keep a man out. She was a "buttered bun," all slippery and teasing wet.
For the first time, Robin realized that the reputation she'd earned among the elite of Los Angeles was not necessarily something positive, and that it could lead to serious trouble. The sound of shuffling, sandaled feet drawing closer to her broke her train of thought. She clung to the floor, pulling her still-trembling thighs together.
"Excellent, excellent," the sheik said, bending down and gazing at the smooth, round mounds of her silken buttocks. He gave her ass a firm slap, making the tight cheeks flex.
"Oh!" Robin gasped, jerking harder than she should have for the force of the blow.
"Wonderful," Hafad said.
The brunette felt like a prize Hereford at the County Fair. Never in all her life had she ever been so humiliated. There was a rustling of garments behind her and a chill rippled up her spine. She knew that the two new men had taken off their clothes, and that they intended to fuck her, too!
"Uhh, I hate to bring it up at this moment, sheik," Jenks said, "but may we take it that you intend to use our firm in all your dealings with American oil companies?"
The sheik, his lean, hard-muscled brown body hunkered on the floor next to the prostrate Robin, jerked his head back to glare at the lawyer. "What I intend to use," he said, "is this young woman's asshole. After I am through, we will discuss more mundane matters."
"Yes, sir," Jenks said, stepping back, nodding to Carleton that perhaps they should make their exit.
"No," the sheik said, grinning over Robin's trembling bare back at Hafad, who was also naked, "you don't have to leave, gentlemen. We don't mind an audience, do we, old friend? It adds a little spice to the game."
Robin cringed tight to the floor as she felt a strong, hard hand grip her smooth hip. She tried to keep her belly down, but the two men easily rolled her over onto her back.
"Lovely, lovely breasts," the sheik said, reaching down and carelessly rubbing her large, fleshy mounds, pinching her soft, bud-like nipples into taut erection.
The brunette stared up at her tormentors in horror. Hafad, the man to her left, was sporting a huge erection, his thick, almost purplish-veined penis jutting rigidly from his loins like a blunt-tipped spear. All around the gruesomely thick root of his cock were a mass of coal black, tightly curled hairs, hairs that looked slightly greasy in the bright light. Under his upraised cock, swaying lewdly back and forth in their leathery brown sack, were the heavy, sperm-filled orbs of his balls.
If the sight of Hafad's thick-fleshed cock alarmed Robin, then what the sheik had sticking up out of his loins scared the living hell out of her! The arab chieftain was hung like a stallion! The dark purple head of his erect penis was as big around as her clenched fist and the enormous shaft as thick as her forearm. Even as she gaped at the pulsing thing, it jerked, the head visibly swelling, the swarthy brown shaft expanding as a drop of thick white pre-cum oozed from its tiny slit. Below the turgid thickness, under the curling fringe of his black pubic hair, the massive, bloated testicles of desert royalty dangled in their wrinkly, hair-fringed scrotum.
"NO, PLEASE," she babbled helplessly as the two men began to move her about like she was a rag doll.
Hafad pulled one of her legs up and over his hips on one side and the sheik did the same on the other, so that she was lying with her knees in the air and her thighs obscenely spread, the whole flat plane of her cuntal region lewdly exposed to their view and to the view of the two attorneys.
Almost at once, Hafad began working at the helpless brunette's vagina, roughly insinuating his fingers up into the hot, semen-moistened passage, smoothing them around inside. As he lewdly fingered her, exploring the secret places of her genitals, his penis bucked and jerked against her sides, dribbling hot sticky fluid from its bulbous head, dribbling it onto her smooth, trembling skin.
"Master, she's dripping wet!" Hafad announced thickly.
The sheik was bent over Robin's right breast, his lips fastened leech-like to her nipple, sucking, biting the hard, hot bud as his powerful fingers squeezed and kneaded brutally at the mound of soft flesh beneath. "Of course she is," he mumbled into the saliva-wet skin of her nipple. "They all get wet for me."
Carleton and Jenks exchanged grins.
The sheik raised his head from Robin's swollen and inflamed nipples, his already swarthy face darkened further by the hot, lustfully-aroused blood pounding through it.
"SHE'S READY," he said. "READY FOR THE LANCE."
"How will you take her, master?"
The sheik seemed to consider this for a moment, then a lewd grin spread over his face. "We'll both take her at once, Hafad," he said. "Like the blonde in Amsterdam, remember?"
Hafad nodded, his eyes bulging with lust. "Come on, help me turn her over," the sheik said.
The sheik's companion, who had been scouring the unresisting girl's vagina, stretching it wider and wider with each rotation of his lewdly probing fingers, withdrew his hand and stood tip. Between them, they caught Robin by the shoulders, twisting her roughly around so that she was lying face downward on the floor, with the nakedly exposed furrow of her vaginal cleft in full view of all.
She slumped there without struggling, uttering small gasps of shame and desperation, her buttocks quivering slightly each time her frame was racked by a sob. The shiek looked at her for a moment with a cruel grin on his face. His eyes took in the long, sleek line of her finely-muscled young body, the full, firm breasts squashed into the carpet by the pressure of Hafad's hands still on her shoulders, the rounded moons of her buttocks trembling in fearful anticipation. His cock stood out from his flat, hard belly long and thick and dark like the trunk of some ancient tree, the heavy purplish veins throbbing along its underside.
Suddenly, he stooped and grabbed hold of the defenseless brunette's ankles, thrusting out fiercely so that her legs were stretched wide apart.
As the reality of her plight suddenly crushed in on her, Robin let out a scream of terror and pain. "OH! NO! NO, PLEASE!! PLEASE, I CAN'T!! NOT THAT WAY!!! NOT LIKE THAT!!" she bawled, her whole body jerking convulsively as she felt the cool rush of air between her wide-parted thighs.
"HOLD HER DOWN!" the sheik growled.
Hafad responded at once, slamming his hand hard into the small of her back, pressing her tightly down on the rug. For a moment longer, she struggled vainly, and then she lay still, every part of her shaking, shuddering with the violent emotions warring within her.
The sheik knelt up between the struggling brunette's parted thighs, ramming his forefinger brutally into the tight puckered ring of her anus as he stroked his own massively gleaming penis in preparation for the ultimate degradation of the woman spread-eagled on her belly before him. He spread his own thighs slightly, to make sure that his audience of three could clearly see the ravishment of the beautiful young woman's anus and the bulging, sperm-bloated sack dangling obscenely from the instrument that would do the deed.
Robin cried aloud again as the sheik's finger squirmed even deeper into her unprotected anus. She squirmed desperately under the pressure of Hafad's imprisoning hands as the sheik gyrated his finger viciously in the warm rubbery depths of her rectum, widening and stretching the narrow passage in preparation for the much more brutal entry to come.
Opening her trembling buttocks wide with the finger and thumb of his other hand, he leaned forward to allow a large drop of saliva to fall from his hips to the frantically clenched nether ring. With his to help lubricate the way, he pulled back the thick foreskin sheathing his cock and exposed fully the smooth bulbous head, which he aimed directly at the tiny wrinkled opening now stretched wide by the lewd manipulations of his finger. Then, withdrawing the invading digit, he bent over and pressed the whole of his lust-heated body onto the sobbing woman's back, the thick hard length of his cock lying crammed into the crevice of her asscheeks. Splaying the quaking, bronzed half-moons apart, he levered himself up on his elbows, thrust with his hips, and surged his rock-hard, grotesquely huge staff straight at the spit-wet orifice of her anus.
Robin knew that it was coming, knew that she was about to be raped in the ass, and the tension was unbearable. Every muscle in her body tightened as she felt him lunge behind her, tightened in anticipation of the struggle, the pain to come.
"YEEEEEE!!!" she screamed as the huge battering ram of a cock pressed relentlessly up between her widely parted buttocks. "For God's sake, stopp!!!!" Her hips jerked forward into the rug as she began to violently twist and stain in a futile attempt to escape the imminent skewering.
Hafad, stopped over her back with his hands on the bucking woman's shoulders, crooned with lustful excitement as he saw the merciless royal instrument plunge suddenly through the tiny, restricting ring of nether flesh. Across the room, both Carleton and Jenks shouted in obscene triumph as the tiny stretched opening over Robin's anus slipped over and clasped the sheik's invading cockhead.
"YOWWWWW!!!" Robin wailed as she felt the brutal impact, the first savage thrust into her plundered rectum. Then she gasped with the blinding pain that seared through her pinioned loins. The sheik lunged again and sank his enormous cock half-way to the hilt, her groans muffled by the carpet pressing into her face as her legs flailed helplessly on either side of him, struggling without hope to escape the inhuman impalement that was setting her belly on fire.
Her buttocks twisted and jerked beneath him, attempting to throw off his weight, but her desperation only worsened her position. Every time she bucked and writhed, she skewered herself further on the cock ramming itself inch by inch up into her tightly resisting anus. Finally, she gave a long, howling moan as his throbbing penis slid the final inch up into the hot, rubbery depths of her rectum and his hair-covered testicles slapped viciously into her naked, moist cunt.
For a moment, she twitched there spasmodically, still grinding her hips in a vain attempt to repulse him. The pain that movement brought her was unbearable. She lay there as still as she could, trying to minimize her agony. It was pointless for her to resist any longer, as each throb of her tortured body served only to widen and stretch the tiny cavern of her bowels to greater and more painful dimensions.
"Robin," the sheik said through his clenched white teeth, "was a virgin."
To her horror, the chieftain's quip brought peals of raucous male laughter raining down on her. Was there to be no end to her degradation? Her humiliation?!
Hafad, trembling with lust beside the obscenely joined pair, was going out of his mind with passion. Afraid to actually begin fucking the brunette's pussy until his master gave him the privilege, he was contenting himself with other diversions. His fingers, lewdly insinuated between her body and the floor, were plucking brutally at her belly and breasts, kneading insanely at the soft, tanned flesh as as his blood-engorged penis dribbled pre-cum and swayed lewdly above her. As he mauled her, he moaned balefully, actually whimpering through his nose at the unbearable pressure in his cock and balls.
The sound of his discomfort attracted the attention of the sheik who was pausing, resting before beginning the deep fucking of the brunette's tight anus.
"Oh, stop that noise, Hafad," the sheik said. "You sound like a dog in heat If you want to fuck her cunt, then do it!"
With that, the desert king locked his hands around Robin's hips and rolled to one side, pulling her over backwards on top of him. His hugely throbbing cock was still embedded deep in her anus as she lay full length on her part, hard against his stomach and chest. Her legs splayed out limply on either side of his a low pleading mewl sobbed from her pain-parted lips.
There was to be no mercy for her, however.
Hafad threw himself on top of her, straddling his master's knees and pushing Robin's quivering thighs even further apart. Then, grasping his hard, aching cock with his right hand, he stuffed it straight up into the moistly gaping cavern of her cunt, surging it into her like a fist pounding into soft, sweet butter.
Gritting her teeth, the doubly skewered girl tried to utter no sound, but a shrill squeal forced itself from her throat as the second man's rock hard penis slithered up inside her quaking belly to join the sheik's staff already buried to the hilt in her rectum. She lay groaning with shame and pain, sandwiched obscenely between the two animalishly aroused men, impaled on their two cocks with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and cunt separating them.
Hafad, already inflamed with lust from witnessing the sheik's cruel rape of Robin's anus, began to fuck his swarthy penis furiously into her hot, wet pussy, grunting and groaning with delirious pleasure as the soothing, slippery wall: clasped at his raging erection. And from underneath, the sheik started thrusting into het rectum with long hard strokes.
"YUHHHHHHHH" she howled, her face contorted with pain as the two men began hitting a reciprocating rhythm, buffeting her between them like a sack of soft, resilient foam rubber, the throbbing poles of their erections shafting viciously into her loins like twin battering rams.
Both Carleton and Jenks stared awestruck at the obscenely writhing trio. They gazed mesmerized at the two gleaming rods of lust-thickened male flesh as they skewered hard into her jerking loins. They could see the pinkly clasping edges of her cunt drawing back with Hafad's cock on the outstroke, only to be stuffed back inside as he plunged it home again deep into her trembling soft belly. The same thing was happening with the taut opening of her anus, too. The sheik was fucking into it with such demonic fury that the lewdly ovalled hole was puckering obscenely in and out, clinging desperately to the gleaming sides of his vein-marbled erection.
Almost as one, the two attorneys fumbled with their zippers and drew out their already stiffening cocks. As they watched the brunette being brutally gang-fucked by the Arabs, they started masturbating themselves, pumping stroke for stroke with their potential clients, moaning with excitement as the room began to fill with the raw, pungent smells of fucking.
On the floor, the pistoning cocks of the two men thrust faster and faster into Robin's cunt and anus, building up an awesome friction heat in her loins that threatened to melt her crotch. Even as Hafad's thick penis plunged into the buttery wetness of her semen-lubricated pussy, his coarse black pubic hair rasping her tender pink clitoris, as the sheik's huge cock skewered into the quaking depths of her rectum, the brunette reared up convulsively between them, her head rolling back, her mouth opening to emit a long, wailing cry of subservience and shame.
As her head jerked up, her wildly staring eyes fell on the obscene sight of the two lawyers jacking off to the show of her degradation.
Then it hit her.
The sudden brutal realization that all of these wealthy, powerful men were getting off on her pain, her violation, that she was, in effect, pleasing them as she had never pleased a man before. The realization wrought an astonishing change in the lewdly sandwiched young woman. Wild twinges of unadmitted desire which had begun to ravage her plundered loins now took total command of her body. The low, whining moans gargling in her throat altered subtly to whimpers of passionate pleading. All at once she felt free to exult in the rape of her body. It was a strange kind of exultation, a masochistic exultation, engendered by the very helplessness of her position, by the wantonly lewd fact that she was being half fucked to death by two men while another pair watched and masturbated. And the guilt she felt at her own lewd excitement only served to increase the lustful sensations flaming through her veins.
"YYYIIIEEE!" Jenks moaned, his eyes bulging, his right hand pumping over his stiff penis, his left raising up and pointing an unbelieving finger at the gyrating trio.
"Holy shit!" Carleton exclaimed, pumping his surging penis faster, his fist a driving blur over the lust-heated flesh.
Robin's hips were moving! They were starting to thrust backwards to meet the plunging strokes of the sheik's cock as it crammed deep into her rectum. They were starting to thrust forward, to swallow the whole wet length of Hafad's staff in her suddenly scalding hot pussy. In seconds, her entire body undulated wildly between the two men and her buttocks began a desperate, gyrating movement of their own, squirming frantically in abandoned circles between the two impaling rods.
"SHE'S DOING IT!! SHE'S DOING IT TO
THEM!!" Jenks gasped, inching a bit closer to the mass of humping bodies.
Carleton moved closer, too, long, stringy drips of pre-cum drooling from the vibrating head of his cock.
"OOOOOH! AHHHHHH!! OHHHHHHH!!!" Robin chanted in ecstasy, her cooing moans of pleasure bursting from her throat each time one of the long, thick cocks skewered into her loins. She was getting hot, all right. Hotter than she'd ever been before in her life. Groaning her joy, she began kissing and licking the swarthy face of the man raping into her contracting cunt, swirling her tongue over his thick lips, poking its wet tip right up his nose. And her hips rolled and bucked madly between their punishing loins, no longer afraid of the thrusting hardness, but greedy for it, yearning for it desperately.
"God!" Carleton croaked, stepping right up to the trio.
Jenks moved to the other side, his hand flying over his erect flesh. Both of their cocks swayed over the squirming bodies, drooling white fluid.
Wilder and wilder Robin and the Arabs became, heaving and groaning and plunging on the rug with ever-increasing fury as their animal grunts of animalistic desire mingled with the obscene suck and slap of flesh on naked flesh in a mounting crescendo of wanton abandon.
Then Robin started to cum. It was unlike any previous orgasm she'd ever had. She knew it was going to be different the second it started. Every muscle in her loins seized up as joy detonated in her crotch, then everything from the waist down began to convulse rhythmically. It was like her entire body was contracting! Ecstatic pleasure surged over her, sweeping away consciousness, thought, everything, and she writhed like a banshee, hips fucking forward and back in triple time, cunt and anus gobbling hot, thick penis in a swarthy blur.
"YEEEEEEE!!!" she cried, her hands flailing helplessly in the air. "OH, AAAGGGHHH, I'M CUMMING!!! DON'T STOP! PLEEEEEEASE, DON'T STOP!! DON'T EVER STOP!!! KEEP ON! KEEP ON FUCKING ME!!!"
She was out of her mind, sobbing out an orgasm that seemed as though it would never end, begging and pleading with the two grunting, sweat-soaked men to go on and on. Hafad was fighting desperately to hold back the climax that threatened to burst from his aching cock. He had the tip of his tongue caught between his clenched teeth and was trying to hold back the pleasure with pain.
The sheik, too, was having trouble holding out. Robin's anus was fluttering, milking the full length of his hard driving cock and flickers of ecstasy were dancing up and down his royal erection. No help, either, was the fact that his companion's heavy testicles were slapping moistly against his own, sending lewd vibrations rattling right up into the core of his being.
Above them, Jenks let out a shrill wail. . . and his cock exploded a jet of hot white cum that arced across the grunting trio and splashed against Carleton's pumping hand.
"Hey! Why you dirty...!" the bearded attorney began, but then it was too late for him, too. The massively erect staff in his fist gave a hard jerk and he, too, started to ejaculate.
Cum was shooting every which way as the two lawyers moaned and pumped their throbbing cocks. When a blob of the rich, creamy stuff spattered against Robin's mouth, her eyes popped wide open.
"GIVE IT TO ME!!" she squealed. "PLEEEEEEASE!!!"
As Carleton and Jenks hurried to do that, the brunette opened her mouth wide and reached up to grab hold of the spurting cocks. Unfortunately for all concerned, in their wild anxiety to get their penises close to the brunette's lips and tongue, the two lawyers were more than a little careless where they aimed their gushing cocks.
"What?!!" Hafad snarled, jerking his head to the left as something hot and slimy splattered over his right cheek. Just as he turned to the left, Jenks' cock spurted and the Arab caught a gush of cum full in the face.
Robin didn't mind that at all. She started licking and sucking the rich, sweet sperm from Hafad's face, her hands wrapping tight about the jetting staffs.
Though the brunette tried to get all of the precious fluid, there was just too much of it. What she couldn't catch dripped down over the sides of her face, down into her hair, and onto the enraged countenance of Wafik.
"Stop it, you idiots!!" the sheik bellowed.
But it was far too late for any of them to stop.
Hafad, his concentration broken by the spray of cum he'd taken, suddenly hurled himself into her cunt with renewed frenzy. He let out a hoarse grunt of pleasure as his balls began to pump and throb, and as his thick hot cum spurted into her trembling cunt.
Robin moaned deliriously as she felt the delicious hot spurts of cream-like sperm gushing into her pussy. Her whole crotch contracted, milking the ejaculating penis like a fist in a hot buttered velvet glove.
From beneath her there came a low groan that built up into a rattling wail of passion.
"YUHHHHH!!!" the sheik howled, lunging his hips upward, burying his fountaining cock balls deep in her rectum. That there was cum dripping onto his face no longer mattered to him. All that counted was the savage pumping of his loins, the hard throbbing of his enormous penis as it sent wave after boiling wave of precious semen squirting into her trembling bowels.
Robin orgasmed again, much harder than before, the colored light flickering on and off inside her skull as her pussy and rectum were filled to the bursting point with rich male seed, as tablespoons of the sticky stuff rained down on her open mouth and wiggling tongue. She was taking a cum bath! She wallowed in it, writhing her hips, twisting the long thick cocks in her hands, smearing the slippery semen all over her loins and thighs, smearing it over her lips and nose and chin.
It took a long time for the humping to stop. Just when all of them seemed sated, utterly exhausted, one of them would start up screwing again and set the whole writhing heap into motion. Finally, Hafad rolled off of her and sat, squatting on the rug, his still-hard penis gleaming with the mixture of her juices and his.
She let go of the softening lengths of the lawyers' cocks and they, too, stumbled back to lean against the edge of the conference table.
Only Robin and the sheik lay lewdly connected on the rug, connected by the length of his immense penis jammed up her ass. The desert king firmly but gently pushed her over on her side, rolling her weight off him. Then he withdrew his manly penis from her bowels.
Robin groaned piteously as the monstrous rod was pulled from the depths of her rectum, as anus and cockhead parted company with a moist pop. She turned back to gaze rapturously at the face of the man who had given her such intense pleasure.
The sheik was not smiling, though. He was scowling. He reached down and picked up Hafad's burnoose and started wiping the sticky blobs of white from his cheeks and forehead.
"Uhh, sheik?" Jenks said timidly.
Wafik did not respond, but kept wiping at the sides of his face, even though all trace of the sperm was gone.
"Sheik, do we have a deal?" Carleton went on. "Are we going to represent your interests?"
The sheik tossed Hafad back his burnoose and glared at the two attorneys. "You have got nothing!" he snarled.
His tone was so commanding, so full of rage, that both lawyers unconsciously backed away from him.
"If you had ejaculated on me in my country," Wafik said, "I would've had you both skinned alive!"
"So we don't have a deal?" Jenks ventured.
The sheik shook his head in disgust. 'The only person here I would consider making a deal with," he said, "is Robin."
"Robin?!" Carleton said. "She doesn't know anything about the oil business!"
Wafik extended his hand to the brunette, helping her to her feet. "I'm not talking about the oil business, you idiots," he said. "I'm talking about a personal services contract."
Robin blinked at him in amazement.
"I'm talking about one million dollars if you come to live with me in my country," he said. "You could leave after the first year and take the entire sum with you, or you could stay on for a like amount for each year you remain."
Robin's heart was thumping up in her mouth. She looked at the sheik, then at Hafad, then at the lawyers, her mind reeling.
"You don't have to decide now if you don't wish to," the sheik said. "Hafad, give her the standard contract so she can take her time and consider it. Perhaps she might wish to consult an attorney."
Carleton and Jenks beamed.
"Some other attorney," the sheik said acidly.
Hafad took a folded sheet of paper from the inside of his burnoose and handed it to her. She stared at it like she didn't know what to do with it.
"We will go now," the sheik said, slipping into his robe. He gestured for Hafad to follow and turned toward the door.
"Oh, sheik! Sheik!" Robin called after him. When he turned back to her, she gave him a gorgeous smile, her violet eyes huge and soft with sated passion. "Sheik, you wouldn't happen to have a pen on you, would you?"
