As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure becomes weaker, we are seeing more of the phenomenon known as amorality.
Newspapers today carry accounts of people who have never learned about good and bad, people who have never placed any value on human life, simply doing whatever a momentary whim dictated. The pervasive corruption in high political office today offers yet another example.
The woman in this story, Kim Chandler, is a woman of the present. Living the life of an existential hedonist, she refuses to worry about tomorrow. Her main concern is for today and the pleasures it brings. For her, sex is merely something to be enjoyed, carrying neither emotional ties nor moral overtones.
HORNY RECEPTIONIST--the story of a young woman who embodies the lifestyle of many in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds. Her story holds a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Kim Chandler heard the firm, measured tread of her husband on the staircase and quickly leaned over to turn off the bedside lamp. With trembling fingers, she lit a sandalwood-scented candle.
The flickering candlelight cast a dim spray of light over her nude body as she lay on top of the gold fake fur bedspread. Enticing shadows played over the silky contours of her tits. The blonde hair covering her pussy glinted.
When they'd moved to Perryton, Kim knew her husband would start spending long hours at work, building up his construction company contracts. Even though it was necessary, she hated the way it tired Bob, and their fucking suffered.
Tonight, though, she wasn't going to let him get away with just a quick kiss. Tonight, she was going to get the fucking she needed so badly!
Kim's pert nose twitched as the musky sandalwood scent from the candle reached her. It was an exotic odor that only served to increase her considerable passion. Her thighs were clenched in horny agitation, and sweet pussy cream slowly oozed from her swollen cuntlips. She was ripe and ready for her big-cocked husband!
Bob opened the bedroom door quietly, obviously expecting her to be asleep. When he saw not only that she was awake, but that she was also in a mood to fuck, he smiled tiredly.
"Oh, honey, it's been one bitch of a day," he said. "My old prick may not be up to pleasing you tonight."
"Bullshit," Kim said bluntly. She gave him a sexy look and added: "That hot cock of yours is always randy and ready to fuck, even if you are tired! I know that. Once that horny prick of yours gets a taste of my pussy, you'll forget everything but fucking me."
Bob couldn't deny her words. No matter how tired he got, the sight and feel of his sexy wife's body excited him enormously. His cock was beginning to respond to the magnificent sight of her womanly curves in the candlelight. It lifted and surged with blood-engorged fuck force.
As he hurried out of his work clothes, Bob gloated over the waiting treasure of flesh Kim displayed. His eyes roved over the yielding, up-thrust firmness of her tits tipped with rosy pink nipples that he knew tasted as delicious as they looked. He lingered over the curve of her flaring hips, captivated by the golden cunt bush between her silky thighs. The light ruffling of pussy hair was neatly parted in the center by the swell of her cuntlips, looking pink and dewy soft.
Desire flamed in Kim as her husband's wiry, muscular body was exposed. His rugged work had pared down his body to a supple toughness that was tremendously exciting when he put those muscles to work fucking her.
"Uuuummmmm, baby. Hurry up," she urged. "I need to fuck you so badly!"
"You're going to get me... all of me."
He lowered his compact, muscular body on top of her. Her tits, belly and pulsing pussy began a sensual grind under him. She thrilled to the pressure of his king-sized prick against the satiny skin of her thighs. Her body trembled, and the need to be fucked burned deep in her cunt--intense heat that rapidly increased.
"God, I'm so hot!" she wailed. "I thought you'd never get home."
He covered her mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue in greedily between her softly parted lips. His big, rough hands mashed the tender, ripe mounds of her tits while he leisurely explored the damp recesses of her mouth and throat.
The sandalwood scent mingled with Kim's own musky smell to make Bob's arousal one of aching need. Ruthlessly, he tongue-fucked her warm, wet mouth, tangling against the strokes of her own raspy tongue. Her fingers clutched at his muscular back, digging in deeply as he devoured the tasty flesh of her mouth.
Hoarse, gurgling sounds came from deep in Kim's throat. The heaviness of her husband's body covering her was oddly exciting, a sensual pressure that left her aching for the deeper pleasure of his mammoth cock plowing into her wet pussy.
Bob raised his mouth and licked her passion-swollen lips. Then he hungrily lowered his mouth to the high thrust of her tits. When he captured one of her stubby pink nipples between his teeth, she moaned wildly.
"Eat my titties, baby."
Bob's mouth was demanding, aggressively commanding a passionate response from his wild young wife. Kim shivered when she felt his thick tongue curl around her stubby nipple. Immediately, her tit peak enlarged, distending until it was over an inch of rubbery flesh. He licked and gently gnawed on her thick nipple, then gave her other tit peak the same loving attention.
Riotous ripples of desire flooded through Kim's writhing body. Her heavy tits ached almost as much as her pussy did. For supposedly being tired, Bob was fantastic!
"Oh, you horny sex machine!" she gasped. "You're making me crazy. I need your cock in my pussy, Bob... don't keep me waiting."
"What's the matter, honey?" Bob teased her. "I thought you liked to fuck slow and hot."
"I do, I do!" she exclaimed. "But I like to fuck hard and fast too... oh, I don't know what I want. I'm just getting so horny I don't think I can stand it!"
"In that case," Bob grunted, shifting his weight on her to guide his rock-hard prick into her juice-soaked pussy, "take this."
He thrust. He slammed his thick slab of cock meat into Kim's gaping fuckhole with a fierce suddenness that made her moan in animal delight. His huge cock shaft pierced her cunt mouth, roughly pushing the fleshy folds apart. Then, as the full length of his cock ripped into her, her thick pussy lips closed around his fat prick, flexing and gripping his cock like a vise.
"Aaaaaaaggghhhh! Oh, shit, Bob, I love that big cock of yours!" she cried. "It's the most wonderful prick in the world."
Kim let out a high-pitched yelp of ecstasy as he fucked into her. Happily, she worked her hips up and against his skewering prick. The furry bedspread was getting soaked from the steady dribble of her sticky cunt cream. She seemed to catch fire from his burning, fucking cock. It was a pulsing blaze that blotted out all thought, leaving only pure sensation.
"Oh, baby," she crooned.
Bob pillowed his face in the deep cleft between her tits, breathing in her familiar sweet fragrance. Her high, plump tits cushioned his head, and he rooted in her damp, soft cleavage, licking the pale skin of her tits. Beneath him, she twisted and thrashed.
Mindlessly, Kim arched her ass, opening her cunt and accepting the plunge of his cock even deeper. Her tight fuckhole clutched at his invading prick, squeezing and massaging warmly.
"Fuck me, baby!" she wailed. "Fuck me with that goddamn cunt-lovin' prick of yours. Fuck meeeeeeee!"
Bob ripped into her greedy cunt with an intensity that made her scream. He kept fucking her with determined, straining urgency as his own passion flared. He pushed his hands under her bouncing ass and grasped her taut ass cheeks, grinding her against his rapidly plunging prick.
Kim shuddered and clutched at him, relishing the way he fucked her steamy cunt. Her cunt cream gushed, making his driving cock sticky and slick. She felt her passionate need erupt like molten lava from a volcano, slithering out in fiery hot waves of release.
"Fuck, oh fuck!" she yelled. "You're making me come, you sweet bastard! I'm comiiiiiing!"
Her body heaved, climaxing with raw intensity. The exquisite warmth flowed out, bringing a rosy flush to her damp skin. She panted, arching against him in fierce friction. "Ooooohhh!"
"You wild thing," Bob grunted, continuing to plow his cock into her pulsating pussy. "You love my cock, don't you? You really love my prick."
"Oh yes, yes. And I love the way you fuck me," she moaned. "Keep fucking me, baby... make me come again!"
"I could fuck you like this all night," he groaned.
Bob fucked wildly, cramming his huge chunk of cock meat into Kim's horny, hungry pussy. He lavished his attention on her jiggling tits while he fucked her, sucking and licking her nipples until she was nearly screaming in anguished arousal.
At last, he reached the limits of his endurance and emptied his hot load of cum just as she exploded into yet another sizzling orgasm. Her hips bucked and jerked, and she could feel the hot flow of her husband's milky cum bathing the twitching walls of her pussy. The sweet heat of her climax left her limp and languid.
"Uuuummmmm, that was so, so nice," she murmured, giving a pout of protest when Bob moved away and headed for the bathroom.
"Best fuck ever, babe," he called back.
As she heard him showering, Kim slipped under the bed covers and lay back, thinking. Though she'd spoken the truth about their fucking, her cunt still had a vaguely empty feeling. It was nothing new. She'd had the same unsettling, restless feeling ever since they'd moved. She felt happy and satisfied and thrilled when they fucked, but strangely let down the rest of the time.
Idly, she sat up in bed, blew out the candle and turned on the bedside lamp. Looking over the selection of reading material she kept by the bed, she noticed the local newspaper. She preferred magazines or books and seldom bothered to read a newspaper. Now, looking for a change of pace, she picked it up.
Waiting for Bob to finish his shower and join her in bed, Kim leafed through the newspaper, reading an occasional story or news item. As she started to flip past the want ads, a big, bold-faced item caught her attention. She skimmed through it, started to turn the page, then returned to the advertisement with a thoughtful expression. This time, she read it slowly and carefully.
"Looking for just a job?" it said. "Then we don't want you! The Anderson Agency does want a highly motivated, attractive, aggressive individual to greet and assist clients in our insurance/realty business. Will also handle light clerical work. Good fringe benefits. Excellent salary for the right person. Call for appointment."
Kim had toyed with the idea of finding a job, even though they didn't need the second income. This intrigued and rekindled that urge, and she found herself more than a little interested in applying for the position.
After Bob got settled in bed, she showed him the ad. "What do you think of it?"
"For you, you mean?" he asked, looking surprised.
"Of course, for me! Think I could handle it?" she asked casually.
"Well... sure," he said, finally. "You definitely have the attractive part all sewn up. You can talk easily with people you've just met, so that'd be a plus. But, Kim, I didn't know you were even thinking of going to work. We don't need the money."
"I know, I know," she sighed. "It was just kind of in the back of my mind, and that ad brought it up again. I do get so bored doing nothing all day. I think I'd like to have a job. Would you mind?"
"Naw, not if it's what you want," he said, hiding a yawn. "Go for it, baby."
Kim grinned and hugged him. "Thanks, honey. Maybe I won't feel so restless and out of sorts with a job to occupy me." She hugged me again, running her hand along the layered muscles of his naked back.
"Careful, there," he warned with a smile. "You're liable to start something if you keep rubbing me like that."
"Oh?" Kim giggled playfully and let her hand stray down over his firm, taut ass. Lightly, she traced the crack in his ass with her fingers, sliding along it again and again, each time dipping her fingers in the crevice of his ass a little deeper.
"Hmmmmm, honey, you're giving me ideas again."
Kim laughed and said: "I certainly hope so."
"Over-sexed wench," he chuckled.
"Mmmmm, you know it. I think it's a permanent condition... and, one you'd better do something about."
Bob indicated his rapidly burgeoning shaft of cock meat. "Better do something about this!"
"Mmmmmm, gladly," she murmured, eyeing his plump prick. "Very, very gladly."
Kim licked her lips in hungry, sexual greed. She leaned over Bob's groin, kissing the soft hairy flesh of his musky crotch, touching him lightly with her tongue. Then she proceeded to lick along the curve of his thickening cock while she clasped his big cock-root with her hand. His prick grew longer, fatter and harder from her attention.
"Damn, your mouth feels good on my cock," Bob grunted, shifting completely over on his back so she could have an easier time of giving him the cocksucking he craved.
"This is only the beginning," Kim promised him throatily.
"Suck my cock, baby," he moaned. "Take all my cock in your mouth! Aaaaahhhhhhh, yes, that's the way!"
At his words, Kim opened her mouth wide and lowered her head over his bulging cock. Swallowing and moving steadily downward, she took in inch after inch of his tasty, blood-thickened prick. Her lips clamped around the base of his huge cock, mouthing it softly and insistently.
Watching her swallow the impressive length of his cock, Bob felt his throat grow dry with desire and felt the blood surging to his prick. His hand twitched, then reached out for the prize of her damp pussy.
As his fingers sank into the velvet softness of her fuckhole, Kim moaned, quivers rippling- through her body. He stroked her sopping wet pussy, keeping an erotic tempo to her insistent cocksucking movements.
Through her mouthful of cock, Kim squealed when his fingers fastened on her swollen, sensitive clit. The tiny lump of her clit was pulsing and rigid, poking out from the slippery folds of her pussy lips. Bob's firm fondling of her juicy clit was driving her wild. The sensations were so great, it was all she could do to think about pleasing Bob. All she really wanted was to revel in the pleasure he was bringing her.
She let the marvelous feelings flow around her and brought her wandering attention back to the meaty mouthful of cock she was savoring. Bob's cock was pulsing within the confines of her mouth, growing ever thicker and longer. Slowly, she sucked at his big prick tube, swirling her tongue around it to tease and torture him.
She couldn't resist reaching between his legs and poking a stiff finger up his tight asshole while she sucked his cock. She stroked the rubbery opening of his ass, fucking her finger in and out rapidly, much to his delight.
"Damn, you're getting me hot as a pistol," he grunted happily.
Kim was just as hot herself, riding high on a crest of passion. She thrilled to the scalding heat building in her pussy, ignited and inflamed even more by his talented tweaking of her plump clit stub. Suddenly, just sucking her handsome husband's cock wasn't enough... not nearly enough.
Kim leaned back and gasped: "Fuck me between my tits. Oh, please, Bob... I'm so shittin' hot!"
"Oh, yeah," he groaned. "Let me put my cock between those big tits of yours and fuck you crazy."
Kim flipped over on her back, drawing him over on top of her. Expertly, he straddled her waist and pushed his raging hot cock between her tits, sliding it along the deep valley separating her tit mounds.
His hands squeezed her fleshy tits, enfolding the fiery hot fullness of his prick as he stroked against her. He pinched and rolled her stubby nipples, bringing them to stiff attention.
"Yes, yes," Kim moaned ecstatically.
As Bob lunged forward, the plump head of his cock thrust almost to Kim's mouth. Each time this happened, she opened her lips and gave a quick sucking kiss to the crown of his cock. They both moaned and shuddered at the sensual pleasure it provided.
Kim felt the pre-come tremors racing through her throbbing pussy, building higher and higher. She was racing toward the peak, yearning for an exquisite orgasmic release. From the groans and the tenseness of his body, Kim knew Bob was nearing his climax, too.
"Soon, soon," she murmured, almost incoherently. "Aaaaaawwwwww, yes... oh, baby, now... now!"
Her climax exploded, radiating heat waves and making her juicy pussy twitch and churn crazily. Bob gasped, gave a hoarse shout and erupted in a flood of white hot spurts of cum.
The flush of fulfillment was wonderful--the thing Kim loved more than anything else in the world. This sexual escape was a never-ending source of pleasure that made every other sensation puny by comparison. She smiled faintly. If she could, she'd fuck twenty-four hours a day!
She gazed at Bob's smiling face. She sighed as she felt the sticky warmth of his cum oozing over her shoulders and tits and smelled the sweet-sour odor of his jism.
"You make me feel like such a woman," she whispered huskily.
"That's because you are all woman... all wanton woman," he said.
Kim looked at Bob's softening cock with a thoughtful expression as he moved and settled down beside her. His prick was as firm and thickly muscled as his body, and she loved the feel and the taste of it. But she had a strange thought, wondering what another man's prick would be like lodged in her mouth or pumping away in her pussy. She'd had quite limited experience with fucking men before meeting and marrying Bob. She brushed away the thought and kissed Bob goodnight and settled down to sleep.
Long after his steady breathing told Kim he was asleep, she lay staring into the darkness. She was still keyed up, even though the fucking had relieved some of her tension. It was that advertisement--the thought of actually going out and trying for the position. She was almost as nervous about it as she was looking forward to it.
"I want that job," she whispered ever so softly. "I want it, and by God, I'm going to get that job!"
CHAPTER TWO
Kim dressed carefully for her interview. Her step was light and bouncy as she walked to the Anderson Agency. It was quite a few blocks away, but the day was fresh and sunny, so she decided to walk to her interview.
She was still a little surprised at how quickly she'd been granted an appointment. The advertisement was so attractive, she'd wondered whether the job would even still be available. Calling right after nine that morning, she'd been pleased to discover not only that the job was still open, but that she could have an interview that afternoon with Mr. Anderson.
Marveling at her luck, she approached the address and saw that the Anderson Agency was housed in a large, attractive building with its own tiny parking lot. She sneaked a quick look in her compact, a final check of her make-up and hair. Her short blonde hair was naturally curly, with a tousled look that most girls could only achieve by continuous perming.
She felt her dress was just right. The sleek, tailored lines gave it a business-like style, while the thin, pastel-colored fabric made it seem quite feminine. Feeling confident and excited, she entered the Anderson Agency and looked around.
At first, the place appeared to be deserted. The reception area, with its desk and several easy chairs, was empty. Kim peered down the corridor leading from the desk and saw several doors, but heard nothing that would indicate she was not alone. She checked her watch, saw she was definitely on time, then called out hesitantly.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
Instantly, a door at the end of the corridor opened, and an attractive dark-haired man came out, walking toward her. As he came up to her, Kim couldn't help but notice how his gaze quickly moved over her body in an assessing way. She met his rakish grin with a smile and introduced herself.
"I'm Kimberly Chandler... Kim. I have an appointment with Mr. Anderson."
He looked startled for a moment, then grinned widely. "Ah, the job. As for your, um... interview, well, I'm Mr. Anderson. Brian Anderson. Let's go to the conference room for our talk. That way, we won't be disturbed."
At first, Kim found Brian to be all business as he explained the various duties of the position and different aspects of the business. Instinctively, though, she knew he was still very much aware of her as a desirable woman, even if his words were strictly professional. The job sounded interesting and enjoyable, and as the ad had promised, the salary was excellent. She explained her working background, the office skills she had and why she thought she could handle the job. Brian seemed satisfied with it all.
"Well, Kim," he said, rising from the chair he'd taken by the huge conference room table, "I think you're definitely the right person for the job. It's yours if you want it."
"Oh, I do."
"It's settled then," he said with a smile. "When can you start working?"
"How about tomorrow?"
"Terrific," he said, then walked over to the handsome built-in shelves containing a completely stocked bar. "Now, to celebrate. What would you like, Kim?"
"Oh, I don't know," she replied. Then she gave him an impish, slightly sensual smile. "I like just about everything... surprise me, Brian."
He glanced at her sharply, caught her look and smiled in return. He quickly made a couple of drinks, and she walked over to take hers from him. Brian held his glass aloft in a mock-salute. "To the Anderson Agency's newest and... sexiest employee."
They touched glasses and sipped from their drinks, their gazes locked as an almost electric sort of tension moved between them. Kim knew just how excited she was getting; she could feel the flares of lust moving within her body. From the look in Brian's eyes, he was getting just as aroused. She felt a momentary pang, thinking of her husband, but quickly decided what Bob didn't know wouldn't hurt him--not at all. She knew she was getting far too passionate to turn back now. She didn't even want to.
"You think I'm sexy?" she asked him softly.
Brian took the glass from her hand and set it aside. "Very, very sexy. Can't you see that for yourself?" Her gaze dropped, and she gasped at the tempting bulge of cock outlined in his slacks.
Deliberately and slowly, Brian reached around her, pulling down the back zipper of her dress. As it opened, he pushed the dress down over her shoulders, then eased it below her hips. The dress fell to the carpeted floor of the conference room, and Kim kicked it aside.
Kim wore only the tiniest of pastel-colored panties and a flimsy lace bra. Her flesh was vibrantly warm to the touch, and Brian felt a shiver run down her spine as he deftly unhooked her bra. As it slipped away from her body, she reached for his hands, guiding them to her huge, hot tits. She pressed his palms tightly against her firm, warm tits and squirmed, pushing her mounds of tit flesh against his hands.
Kim groaned at the contact, a low savage sound of animal pleasure. "Uuuuummm, that's good. So nice... squeeze my tits."
"I thought you were a hot piece," he rasped as she thrust strongly against him. "You're hot now, aren't you, Kim? Hot and ready for fucking."
"Yes, oh yes," she moaned lustily.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he teased her, his voice warm and harsh. "Do you want me to shove my cock in your juicy pussy? You want it, want my cock so bad, don't you?"
"God, yes!" she wailed. "I really do want to fuck you bad."
Brian moved his hands until he could grasp Kim's swollen nipples between his fingers. She shuddered and gurgled happily, stirred to greater heights of passion by the pain-laced pleasure.
"You want my cock, don't you, baby?" he asked her again, grunting as he fought his own rising lust. "You want to be fucked hard and fast, don't you?"
Kim didn't answer his questions. The sharp hiss of her breath and the frantic, eager way she slipped a hand between them to clutch the distended bulge of his cock was answer enough. She closed her slim fingers over the plump pouch of his cock and balls and gripped them tightly. She marveled at how his cloth-bound cock filled her hand so completely.
"Tell me," she begged, "what you're going to do to me." She unzipped his fly with incredible dexterity and slipped her hand into the opening, grasping his strong, naked prick.
"I'm going to fuck my cock up your cunt so far, you'll think it's coming out your throat," he challenged. "I'll shoot my load of jizz in your hot pussy and make you lick the cunt and cum off my prick."
"Ooooohhhh, you make me want your cock so badly," she bawled. Her fingers flew, nearly ripping off his clothes in her urgency. Within seconds, she had Brian stripped naked, and she gloated over the superb strength of his body.
The massive thrust of his naked cock thrilled and excited her to a fever pitch. She could feel her cunt juices soaking through the tiny wisp of nylon binding her hips. The hollow ache in her cunt practically begged for the fierce lunge of his prick.
Brian gave up trying to contain his raw lust and ripped the flimsy strip of nylon from her hips with brutal force, exposing the glinting gold of her cunt. Immediately, he detected the scent of her ripe, womanly pussy.
"Yeah, you're ready," he growled. "You were made to be fucked, and that's exactly what I'm going to do to you... fuck the shit out of you!"
Eyes heavy and glazed with lust, Kim sobbed hoarsely, "Stop your damned talking and fuck me!"
Brian pulled her to him roughly, lifting her as he knocked her legs out from under her. Holding her firmly against the lean length of his body, he laid her on the cushiony carpeting and knelt between her wide-spread legs. For an instant, his eyes feasted on the glistening pink of her cunt, and he licked his lips.
His hot gaze was almost palpable, and Kim squirmed under his lurid scrutiny. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and only he had the means of quenching her ravenous blaze. But he lingered, devouring her juicy cunt with his gaze.
"God, Brian, don't do this to me," she begged. "Give me what I need, what I want. Fuck meeee!"
Brian heard the desperation in her voice, and rudely thrust his cock into the clutching hole of her cunt with a single rapid stroke.
"Aaaiiiieeeee!"
Kim's eyes rolled back, and her body spasmodically jerked at the savage assault he made on her tender young pussy. His cock was buried balls-deep in her creaming cunt, stretching wide her soft fuckhole.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she squealed.
"Damn, your cunt's so tight," he groaned. "As tight as if you were still a cherry."
Kim was consumed by a red-hot lust--seized by the elemental force of her arousal. She writhed and twisted beneath Brian, her hips lifting and accepting eagerly the driving thrust of his huge, hard prick.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded. "Give me all you've got."
Brian gave her every pussy-reaming inch of his cock in an ever-increasing fucking rhythm. He pounded into her cunt swiftly, enjoying the pulsing grip of her tight wet cunt muscles milking his prick.
"Oh, you sweet fucking bitch," he grunted.
Kim was flying high, intoxicated with the sensual delights of Brian's fierce fucking. The way he was fucking her was overwhelmingly exciting. If this was any indication of the fringe benefits she could enjoy at the Anderson Agency, they could forget the salary... she'd even pay them! No amount of money could compensate for this exquisite fucking pleasure, and it whetted her appetite for more... more.
Brian's continued fucking of her agitated pussy had an electrifying effect on Kim. She screamed shrilly as she was gripped in the vise of multiple orgasms. Again and again she climaxed, the seething heat flowing through her veins as her dripping pussy twitched and quivered excitedly.
Brian groaned with his own approaching climax and fucked into her even harder and faster. Then he, too, tensed and erupted into a molten flow of lava-like cum. Thick spurts of milky cum blasted deep into her pussy, coating her cunt walls with its thickness.
His chest heaving, Brian rolled out and away from Kim. Then he curled his fingers in her hair and began to pull her head toward his sticky, musky-smelling groin.
"Come on, baby. Lick me off," he growled. "I told you I'd make you clean the cunt juice and cum from my cock, and I meant it. Hop to it, Kim...
lick off my prick."
Kim realized he meant exactly what he said. Well, that's okay with me, she thought with a giggle. It certainly didn't turn her off--just the opposite.
Willingly, even eagerly, she let Brian push her face against his warm, sticky cock. Her tongue lashed out, licking the rubbery texture of his prick. She could taste the distinctive flavors of his milky cum and the juice from her own pussy and savored the exotic treat. She enjoyed the flavorful feast and soon had Brian's cock licked clean and once more turgid and pulsing with passion.
The door to the conference room swung open abruptly and they both jumped. Standing in the doorway, filling it with his sheer animal presence, was a tall, dark man. A man in a towering rage, it appeared.
"God damn it, Brian! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he bellowed.
"Well, seems to me I'm having my cock sucked by this sweet young thing," Brian answered insolently. Kim was frozen, and kept her eyes averted.
The big man in the doorway took a deep, harsh breath, audibly trying to control his fury. His voice lashed out. "I can see that, Brian. I've warned you about bringing your bitches here, making this agency your fucking headquarters! Jesus, you didn't even lock the goddam door! Anyone could have walked in here!"
"Anyone didn't," Brian said smoothly. "You did, big brother--just you. So what's the beef?"
Kim stared at the man pacing at the doorway to the conference room. His brother! Now that she looked closely, she could see the resemblance--more in bone structure and coloring than anything else. The older brother was thicker in build, with an obviously more forceful manner, while Brian was slimmer, more playful.
"I'm expecting an applicant for the job," the older brother said, a muscle in his cheek twitching.
"You're late, Brett," Brian said, "but the applicant wasn't. She's well qualified, and hired." He nodded toward Kim. "Kim, meet the boss. Brett, Kimberly Chandler... Kim, Brett Anderson."
Kim looked shocked as she stared at Brian. Obviously, he hadn't been the Mr. Anderson she was supposed to see for her interview, and he had merely taken advantage of the situation. Not that she had entirely minded.
For the first time, the older brother appeared to notice Kim--really notice her. As a wanton, willing woman. And he just as obviously liked what he saw.
Brian saw the look of surprised lust in his brother's eyes and grinned triumphantly. He knew that although his brother was the real business force, he had his lusty side too and reveled in it whenever he wished. The two brothers were quite different in their physiques and temperaments, but they shared a healthy, horny libido. Brian looked at Kim briefly and saw how her eyes mirrored the sexy gleam in his brother's eyes. He shrugged; it wouldn't be the first time they'd shared a cunt.
"Shut the door and lock it," he urged his brother. "Join us. Kim's willing enough, aren't you, baby?"
Kim looked from one to the other uncertainly. Then the naked need in Brett's eyes decided her. "Yes... oh, yes."
She assumed a kneeling position that brought her ass high into the air in Brett's direction. "Fuck me," she invited huskily. "Fuck me, Brett!"
Brett stood there, looking at the lewd display of pussy and ass she eagerly offered. His gaze followed the twin mounds of her ass cheeks to the pink gash of her pussy, now wetly glistening. Even as he watched, Kim spread her knees farther apart. The increased pressure from her thighs forced the large, puffy lips of her cunt to fall apart slowly, revealing the pink inner crevice and fuckhole.
Brett kicked the door shut and reached over to turn the lock. He started pulling at his clothes, his gaze never leaving the woman's revealed cunt-slit. Once naked, he positioned his thick, muscular body behind her upthrust ass and ran his hands up over the rounded cheeks of her ass.
"Uuuuummmmmmm," she moaned.
He edged closer, touching the head of his rampant cock to the wide-spread lips of Kim's pussy, sending Shockwaves of desire pounding through them both. Easily and smoothly, Brett's fat cock slid into the taut opening of her fuckhole.
"Aaaaahhhhhh, that's what I wanted!" Kim cried. "Get your cock in me--fuck me now...
fuck my cunt!"
Brett pulled her toward him, impaling her on his raging length of cock. As the velvet sheath of her cunt closed around his rampant prick, he groaned, his voice thick and coarse with passion. The aroma of her pussy wafted up, overwhelmingly strong. And the moist, bubbling sounds of fucking excited them both.
Kim squirmed against him, brazenly pushing her cunt even farther down his skewering prick. She was conscious of Brian's presence, knowing he was watching and thoroughly enjoying the spectacle of her being royally fucked by his older brother.
Through slitted eyes, Kim saw a huge, angry-red red cock moving toward her face as Brian positioned himself at her head. It seemed she would be stuffed with cock at both ends, by both brothers.
"C'mon, Kimmie, baby," Brian crooned, "suck my cock."
Kim couldn't resist the erotic lure of the man's gorgeous cock. With a murmur of assent, she opened her mouth.
Dipping her head a little to the side, Kim eagerly gobbled Brian's thick chunk of cock. His hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her sensuous sucking motions in the way that pleased him best. She experienced a shocking flare of passion at the exotic, masculine taste of his prick. Before, she'd enjoyed the individual flavors of his cum mingled with her own cunt cream. Now, she was tasting pure cock meat. And it was delicious.
Brett regained her attention momentarily with a ferocious assault on her steamy cunt. Viciously, he fucked into her, straining to sink every single inch of his horny cock in the depths of her churning cunt.
Kim gasped, and Brian's cock slipped from her warm, wet mouth. Brett ripped into her pussy once more, and she sobbed. "Christ, Brett! that cock of yours is incredible. It makes me want to do things I never did before. Uuuunnngggghhhhh! Deeper, you pussy fucker! Drive your cock deeper. I want to feel every fuckin' inch of that cock meat in my cunt."
As Brian wedged his aching prick back in the damp softness of Kim's mouth, Brett renewed his carnal plundering of her pulsing pussy. The tender flesh of her fuckhole gripped and milked his plunging prick.
Kim arched her hips a little, effectively positioning the distended nubbin of her juicy clit against Brett's hard-driving cock. The increased friction on her clit was exhilarating. Happily, she gurgled her pleasure around the meaty mouthful of cock lodged in her throat, sucking sexily on Brian's thick prick.
Her tongue flicked out, mapping the sturdy contours of Brian's big cock. She licked and lapped at the bulging vein lining his prick and circled the plump crown, imbedded back in her throat. His harsh sighs and moans increased her excitement, and she sucked his prick wetly, noisily.
Kim felt the burning tingles that signaled her approaching climax. Though she tried to hold it off and build her pleasure, rocketing waves of orgasm splintered from the fiery pit of her pussy.
"Mmmmppphhh!" she mumbled, automatically sucking Brian's cock deeply.
Brett growled, a coarse sound, and gave a violent lunge into her churning cunt. He let loose a flood of torrid cum in rapid spurts.
"Aaaaawwwww, shit! Can't hold it... I'm comiiiing!" he yelled.
Even as Kim felt the boiling blobs of cum soaking her cunt, Brian flexed against her face and erupted too, shooting squirts of milky cum into the deepest part of her throat.
Kim was a mass of jangled nerves, her mind reeling from the overload of erotic sensations. The captivating tingles from her twitching cunt, her cum-slick throat and aching, passion-swollen tits combined to push her into the midst of a trancelike daze, the ultimate trip.
"Damn, that was good!" Brian gasped, rolling over on his back on the carpet.
Kim felt warm breath on her exposed pussy and ass, then jerked as hot lips kissed and licked at her.
"Mmmmm, excellent," Brett murmured, after he gave the oral attention to her pert ass and cunt. "If you can handle the job as well as you can handle a cock, Kim, you're going to be the most valuable asset the company has."
Kim dropped to the carpeted floor, her knees feeling suddenly weak and ready to buckle. She met Brett's smiling gaze.
"Don't you worry," she sighed. "I can handle the job even better."
Brian made a sound of disbelief. "Christ, I don't think it's possible!"
Kim merely smiled at him. A supremely confident, witchy-woman smile.
"Just wait and see."
Brett got up and started dressing with an aggressive purposefulness that Kim would soon discover was an inherent part of his personality. A man of action, she thought, watching his economy of motion in dressing. He caught her look and smiled.
"Business calls, unfortunately." He looked at his brother. "One of us must hustle the bucks, Kim, and my brother is much more adept at spending it than making it. I take it the details of the job are all settled--the hours, your salary, the details of the work you'll handle?"
"Oh, yes, we talked that out before... uh, before... " Brett grinned. "Before the fucking, you mean. Welcome to the staff, Kim."
CHAPTER THREE
Kim was eager to get to work the next day. Even though she was early this time, she found the offices of the Anderson Agency well populated. Smiling at the two young men seated at desks and leafing through heavy, impressive-looking volumes, she waltzed down the hallway and entered Brett Anderson's office.
He, too, was busily looking through a huge stack of folders. She gave him a cheery greeting, and he immediately stopped working and rose from his desk to come around to her.
"Ah, Kim... prompt, yet still looking wide awake and lovely," he murmured softly, his gaze swiftly raking over her slight form.
She felt a flush of pleasure, both at his compliment and in remembering the wild fucking they'd shared the day before. It was half the reason she was so eager to come back this morning.
"Now to get settled in," he said, escorting her back to the front area of the building. "Jim, Dave," he called out, and the two men looked up with obvious interest. "I'd like you to meet our new employee, Kimberly Chandler."
"Kim, please," she smiled.
Brett grinned at her. "Kim, that tall blond eyeing you so avidly is Dave Bradley. He handles mostly the real estate end of the business. And then that's Jim Jordan. He deals primarily with insurance cases, although we consider ourselves more in the real estate business."
Kim smiled at both men. She couldn't help but notice how true Brett's statement about Dave's interest was. He was looking at her in a sensual way that played havoc with her cunt itch. While the other man, Jim Jordan, watched her with appreciation, he couldn't match the challenging stare of the handsome realtor.
Brett stood by silently as the two men and Kim indulged in the stilted conversation of strangers. He knew that Dave would probably take the very first opportunity to fuck Kim. He also knew the treat that was in store for the man.
Brett finally reclaimed Kim's attention and showed her the rest of the agency's layout, including her own desk in the reception area. After instructing her on the use of the multi-button switchboard phone, he told her he would soon be leaving.
"All of us are in and out all day," he said. "So you'll have to get used to taking messages for all of us."
"Surely I'll have more to do than that," Kim protested. "I want to make a real contribution to the firm."
Brett laughed. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty to do and before very long. We get walk-ins too, of course, and there will be forms and letters to type for all of us. Hopefully, the business will soon pick up as well."
Kim looked at him inquiringly. He gave a slight shrug and answered her unspoken question.
"Don't get the idea we're going under," he said. "One firm in town is giving us quite a run for the money here lately. Foster Realty. Old Sam Foster is one wily old fox. We seem to end up competing for all the choice properties in town. But things are picking up, and I think soon we'll outdistance him."
Kim made a mental note of this valuable information and smiled at Brett with confidence. As dynamic and forceful as her boss was, she couldn't see how any wily old fox could get the better of him.
After Brett went back to his office to finish up his work, Dave and Jim moved in on her. They vied for her attention with jokes and funny stories of past transactions in the business. With obvious reluctance, they soon had to leave to keep appointments, and soon after, Brett left on business of his own. Idly, Kim wondered about Brett's brother and partner, Brian. He hadn't shown up at all, and nobody even mentioned him.
Thinking back to her lusty interview with him the day before and some of the comments Brett had made about him, Kim came to the conclusion that Brian would much rather play than work.
The morning passed slowly for Kim. She made one appointment for a woman who walked in looking for a small house to rent or buy. She took messages from the few phone calls she received and then left the messages on the appropriate desks. Finally, with nothing left to do, she sat at her desk and leafed through some of the out-dated magazines left on the coffee table.
The door opened, and Kim looked up happily, ready for any sort of diversion at this point. She gave a tiny gasp at the imposing man striding toward her desk.
He was fairly tall, thickly built and flawlessly dressed in a form-fitting three-piece beige suit. He walked with superb confidence, and the proud tilt of his head told of his extreme poise. The man was probably in his fifties, although he looked and acted younger. He had a full head of gleaming brown hair, lightly touched with silver at the temples. It only added to his distinguished appearance. His clear, piercing blue eyes caught her startled look.
Kim swallowed and sat straighter in her chair. The action caused her firm tits to thrust forward against her silk blouse in a delightful way, and the man's gaze dropped to the thrusting fullness of her tits.
"May I help you?" she asked faintly.
"Oh, yes, I believe you may," he said with a throaty chuckle. "I'd like to see Mr. Anderson. Brett Anderson."
"Oh. He's not here... uh, did you have an appointment?" she floundered, intrigued against her will by the man.
"No, I didn't. You're new here, aren't you?" he asked smoothly.
"It's my first day," Kim admitted.
"Smart move," the man commented, looking her over. "Smart move on Brett's part, I must admit. Since you're not all that settled in, how would you like whatever they're paying you here doubled?"
"What? Who are you?" Kim asked suspiciously.
"Sam Foster's the name."
Kim gasped, remembering her earlier conversation with Brett. Sam Foster... their biggest competitor!"
"Do you mean you're offering me a job?" she asked.
He moved even closer, towering over her in a way that made her decidedly uneasy. Fervently, she wished for Brett to walk through the door.
"But... why?"
He looked at her steadily. "Because I want you." Smiling at her look of shock, he added: "And what I want, I usually get. In one way or another."
Kim flushed as a lewd thought flashed through her brain. In that one moment, she wondered what kind of fuck the man would be. If he was as impressive at fucking as he was now, fucking him would be unbelievably exciting. She was at once conscious of the damp warmth growing in her eager pussy and wondered if the man realized the gist of her thoughts.
The lusty gleam in his eyes seemed to prove that he'd read her reaction correctly, and she squirmed in her chair. She jumped as he leaned forward and tucked a stray curl of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Brett's a lucky man," he commented, his eyes darting into the low vee of her silk blouse. "You not only dress up an office, you seem quite competent and eager. To work, that is. And the customers would certainly find you attractive and appealing. Yes, you'd be a definite asset in this business, so I repeat my offer. Double your salary... come work for me!"
The offer was interesting, but money wasn't the reason she took the job in the first place. She realized she already felt a loyalty to the Anderson Agency. Kim also felt a totally feminine urge to let the man know this time he wasn't getting what he wanted--at least to let him think so.
"Thank you for the offer, Mr. Foster," she said smoothly. "But I'm quite happy with my job here. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to get back to."
He shrugged, and she got the impression he half-expected her refusal and wasn't defeated by it at all. He certainly had confidence, she had to admit. He made no move to leave, and instead, sat on the edge of her desk and leaned toward her.
"You may yet change your mind," he said. "But we'll leave that issue for now. So. If you don't wish to work for me, how about fucking me?"
"Mr. Foster!"
He gave a cynical-sounding laugh. "Don't play the innocent with me, young lady. There's a lusty look to you--the way you move your body, a certain glint in your eyes. You're one hot fucker I imagine... I'd like to find out."
He reached out to trace the outline of her lacy bra through the sheer fabric of her blouse. His finger circled the stubby outline of her hard nipple and a tremor rippled through her cunt.
"Let's fuck," he said gruffly.
Kim closed her eyes, swaying against the insistent pressure of his hand. She was hot, so very hot and horny. The way he wanted to fuck her was so tempting. She wanted to give in--very much. But her allegiance to her attractive, lusty boss was stronger, at least for the moment.
Kim's chair clattered and almost overturned as she quickly moved away from the man and stood facing him. She was breathing fast, and a faint flush tinted her cheeks.
"Get out of here!" she panted.
For the first time, Foster's poise seemed to slip a little. Kim caught a look of sheer rage before his mask of sophistication once more slipped back into place. Giving her a cat-full-of-cream smile, he stood.
"I'll give you this round, pet," he chuckled. "But that's all."
He started toward the door and just before leaving, turned to her once more. "Just remember--what I want, I get. One way or another. I want you, and I'll fuck you one of these days. How is up to you. Either you will eventually take me up on my generous offer, or... "
"Or?"
"Or," he finished, with a slightly threatening tone in his voice," I will do everything in my considerable power to force the Anderson Agency right out of business... and thus eliminate your job as well!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Still trembling, Kim jumped when the door opened a few moments later. Brett walked in and stopped short when he saw her pale, tense face.
"Kim. What's wrong?"
She hurried from her desk and into his arms, finding a comfort there she seldom found in the arms of her husband. She savored the warm strength of his embrace. Soon, her trembling eased, and once more he asked her what was wrong.
"Oh, Brett. It was awful. That man... that insufferable, arrogant man!"
"What man?"
"Sam Foster," she gulped. "He came in, just left a few moments ago. He offered me a job with his firm, then when I refused he asked if I wanted to... to fuck him instead!"
Brett looked startled, then faintly amused. "Sounds like Sam," he murmured.
"He said he always got what he wanted, one way or another. And he wanted to fuck me!" she wailed. "Then when I refused both... offers, well, he said if I don't eventually give in and go to work for him, he's going to try and run you out of business."
Brett caressed Kim's back slowly, and her agitation took on a different nature. The momentary lust she'd experienced from Foster's fondling was rekindled by Brett's warm caresses.
"Calm down, honey," he urged her softly. "Nothing really happened, after all. As for Foster's threat... well, we'll see about that. I'm not going to just let him ruin the business, but I mean to encourage you to stay right here."
She looked up at him. "I hope so."
"I think you're entitled to a little special attention after your upsetting morning," he said. "Let's go out to lunch."
Kim felt herself relaxing once more as they locked the office and walked to a nearby restaurant. It was dimly lit, quiet and intimate, with a meandering floor plan that allowed tiny booths to be tucked away in quiet corners. It was to one of these almost-hidden booths that Brett led her. A waitress appeared immediately and took their order for lunch, then reappeared minutes later with their drinks.
Kim took a sip and sighed as she leaned back against the thickly padded leather. The booth was a small unit, so she and Brett sat next to each other, their thighs just touching. She raised her glass and looked sideways, grinning at him.
"Here's to the Anderson Agency and its continued success," she said.
Brett clicked his drink against hers. "And to foiling the plan of Sam Foster, including the plan to fuck you."
Kim giggled at that and finished her drink soon after. At once, Brett ordered another round for both of them. By the time their light meal arrived, Kim was feeling just the tiniest bit tipsy. And increasingly horny.
As they ate, Brett asked her about her life and her husband. "He doesn't mind you working, I take it?"
"Oh, no," Kim assured him. "He puts in so many hours at his construction company... we kind of have an unspoken understanding. We each do our thing, keep it light, but no heavy guilt trips."
"Good," Brett said. "I wondered if what happened yesterday would ever be repeated."
Kim looked at him, remembering as well as he did the lust that had blazed between them only the day before. Their unrestrained fucking was a fabulous experience she hoped would be repeated as much as he did.
"It will be if you want it to be," she invited him, pressing close against his side.
Brett slid an arm around her shoulders. His hand smoothly moved to cup her silk-covered tit, and she shivered with delight.
"I want it to be," he said shortly.
Kim swayed against him, snuggling close to his side as he began to squeeze and rub her swelling tit. Sticky warmth gathered in her pussy, and she rested her hand on his thigh.
"I'm not hungry for food now," Brett said. "I'm hungry for you. Hungry for the taste of your hot little cunt."
Kim moved her hand higher along his thigh, grazing the long hard bulge of his meaty cock. With a stifled groan of desire, her hand closed around the thick tube of his prick. Brett stiffened, then increased his caresses.
Kim felt her nipples tingle into awareness and grow taut and hard with rising lust. The way Brett was squeezing her big tit was stimulating her to a fever pitch, and she wanted nothing more than to give in to the raging tide of passion racing through her body.
"I'm so hot," she moaned. "You're making me hot as hell, Brett!"
"I'm not keeping too cool myself," he grunted. "Let's get out of here and fuck."
"That sounds wonderful," she admitted. "But where? Go back to the office?"
"We could, but my apartment isn't far. Let's go there so we can fuck without worrying about an interruption. I want to give your luscious body my full attention."
"The perfect dessert," she grinned.
* * *
No sooner had Brett locked his apartment door behind them then he lifted Kim in his arms and took her to his bedroom. Over his shoulder, Kim caught a glimpse of his apartment and approved of the tasteful way he'd decorated it. At the moment, though, her attention was fastened on her boss' body, not his living quarters. She trembled in anticipation as he deposited her on the huge bed dominating the bedroom.
Eagerly, they undressed each other, lavishing licks and kisses as new parts of their bodies were exposed. Once they were nude, Brett pushed her back against the bed and knelt between her slack thighs. His ravished the creamy slit of her throbbing cunt with his gaze.
"Such sweet cunt meat," he murmured. "And it's all mine."
"Yours to enjoy," Kim agreed happily.
"I intend to do just that, Kim. Enjoy every tasty inch of your hot, pretty pussy."
Brett wasted no more time in talking. His hard mouth bruised the tender flesh of Kim's pussy in a way that soon had her twitching and sobbing shrilly. She quivered as his long, stiff tongue firmly stroked along the juice-slickened folds of her pussy. Deeper and deeper he delved into her sweetly scented cunt, pushing her higher and higher on a spiral of desire.
Kim loved the way Brett devoured her needy little pussy. He knew exactly what pleased her most, and she willingly gave in to the raw sensations. She could feel her horny clit swelling, and she trembled, knowing his roving mouth would soon fasten on her distended cunt nub. Eagerly, she awaited the exquisite pleasure.
"Oh, Brett," she sighed. "I love the way you eat my cunt out. It's the greatest."
Brett's indistinct murmur excited her even more. His mouth was so busy licking and lapping that he couldn't answer her, and that was just the way she liked it.
"Yes... oh, yesssss," Kim hissed.
Brett's avid tongue left its rapid probing of Kim's fuckhole to move up and swirl around the thick, hard button of her clit. Her hips jerked, and she moaned hoarsely.
"Oh, fuck, that's good," she groaned.
His firm lips clamped around her throbbing clit stub, and Brett sucked it noisily. Her tingling clit began to swell even more from the bold pressure of his mouth. She floated on a cloud of pure physical bliss. Her cream-soaked pussy ached with a hollow need, but she hated to give up the rapture of his talented clit-sucking.
Brett must have sensed her need, and he acted upon it immediately by sinking two strong fingers knuckle-deep in her hot fuckhole.
"Aaaawwwww," Kim wailed in satisfaction.
His plunging fingers stroked her cunthole in a lusty tempo with his mouth. The pleasure was excruciating, and Kim found she could no longer control her raging passion. Her whole body shuddered as a blinding orgasm coursed through her veins. Her ultra-sensitive clit twitched against the pressure of Brett's lips, and her pussy muscles milked his fingers spasmodically.
"Fuck me... fuck me, Brett."
Though he reveled in Kim's powerful response, Brett's own lust was reaching the boiling point. He could wait no longer to sink his horny cock in the juicy depths of her clenching cunt. In seconds, he replaced "his mouth and fingers with the plump head of his burgeoning prick. Kim squealed once, her voice high and taut, as he savagely thrust his prick into her.
Brett lunged forward so forcefully, he almost sank balls and all into the greedy cavern of Kim's cunt.
"Give it all to me," she demanded, clawing at his pumping ass. "Fuck me with your big fuckin' prick!"
"You're getting every fuckin' inch of my cock, baby," he rasped.
She locked, her heels together around his waist, lifting her ass high and offering him her pussy at an angle that let him surge to the deepest level in her horny cunt. Her fuckhole closed around his invading cock, squeezing and sucking him lustily.
"Bring it home, baby," she urged him. "I want to feel every inch of your cock meat in my pussy!"
Cleanly and swiftly, Brett's raging hard cock sliced into her cunt flesh. He bore down with every ounce of his power and forced his cock even deeper in her pussy, bringing shrill cries of delight from her.
Her hips lifted completely off the bed as she held herself against his pumping prick. She wailed hoarsely as he worked his thick, meaty cock back and forth with lightning-like fuck strokes. Again and again, he fucked into her, bringing fresh cries of excitement with each deep stroke.
The liquid animal heat of Kim's surging cunt nearly broke Brett's fierce control, but he concentrated on keeping the pleasure on an intense, almost cruel level. Kim's control had totally abandoned her, and she thrilled to the captivating glow of climax, almost immediately craving even more.
"You fuck like nothing I ever had before," she moaned. "I want more... oh, how I want more of your cock!"
Her straining clit grazed Brett's stroking cock, exciting her once more. He added even more stimulation by. crushing the firm fullness of her tits in his big, hard hands. Squeezing her dark, swollen nipples brought gasps of pained joy to her. She continued to writhe against him, working her pussy around his cock and caressing every inch of his fat prick with her hot, creamy cunt.
Brett could feel his nuts quivering expectantly, and he fucked faster, eager now to experience the exquisite orgasmic pleasure Kim relished again and again.
Kim floundered as another orgasm rocketed through her shuddering body. She screamed, for her own pleasure was increased by the arrival of Brett's mind-blowing climax. Together they quaked and quivered, pounding against each other in a desperate race to savor every frenzied feeling.
With the last spasms of orgasm subsiding, Brett and Kim collapsed into deep blissful sleep, their arms around one another.
Half an hour later, Brett awoke with a start and glanced at the bedside clock.
"Kim."
"Mmmmmm?" she murmured, drowsily.
"We have to get back to the office."
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. The look she have him was pouting, a silent protest against the real world intruding on her blissful, sexual Utopia.
"Great as this fuck was, the Anderson Agency's not makin' the bucks if all we do is fuck."
"Oh, I know it," she grumbled, sliding off the bed and looking around for her clothes. "I know it... but don't expect me to like it."
He gave her a playful swat on the smooth flesh of her ass. "Horny wench."
She grinned at him. "You know it. Can I help it if you fuck so fantastically all I can think of is getting more of that great cock?"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, babe... at least not this afternoon. I have a client to meet with in little more than an hour."
"Is it a good prospect?" she asked idly.
"Very well could be," Brett answered her. "Of course, this meeting is just a preliminary kind of thing. If things work out, I'll probably be sending Dave out for the next meeting. Maybe you, too."
"A house you want to list?" she asked, more interested now.
"And what a house!" Brett whistled. "It's a real plum, and I don't intend to let Sam Foster beat me out of it... not if I can help it.' Sam Foster. With a shiver, of unease or excitement--she wasn't sure which--Kim remembered their encounter earlier. And his promise.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kim gave her handsome co-worker her full attention as they drove to keep an appointment with the real estate prospect, a Mr. Jake Williams. Brett had talked first with the man, and now she and Dave Bradley, his realty expert, were going for a tour of the property and to finalize the details.
She was thrilled to be let in on the experience. Even more, she liked being with the agency's tall, blonde realtor. Dave was obviously finding it just as pleasant being with her.
As she sat next to him on the supple velvet seat-cover, Dave rested a hand on the inner curve of her thigh, exposed as her short skirt rode up. He looked over to her, grinned, then returned his attention to his driving. She squirmed a little as the heat of his hand triggered a matching heat deep in her pussy.
"Um, shouldn't you keep both hands on the wheel?" she asked, more than a little breathless.
Dave grinned again. "No sweat, honey. I'm in control... always."
His hand very gently massaged the firm inner flesh of Kim's thigh, a sensual caress that promised much. Kim fervently hoped the drive to Mr. Williams' residence would take a long, long time.
She knew they wouldn't have the time for a wild fuck, because their appointment was in fifteen minutes. In an effort to stem the rising tide of her arousal, Kim began to question the realtor about the property they would be seeing.
"It's so plush, at least from the description Brett gave," she mumbled. "And didn't he say something about having a prospective buyer waiting in the wings?"
"It's more than plush," Dave chuckled, knowing exactly what she was doing with this conversation tactic. "And there is a buyer that's very, very much interested. Actually, he's more interested with the prestige of the place... the snob hill address and sophisticated symbol it represents. More interested in that than the place itself."
"So this will be a really choice deal, right?"
"If we get it."
"What do you mean if?" she asked. "Isn't our trip today merely a formality?"
"No way, honey. The guy's been talking with Sam Foster, too. He just hasn't made a decision about which firm to go with yet. Right now, I'd say we're running neck-and-neck with Foster Realty, and so far, old man Foster hasn't pulled any of his famous tricks. Surely he won't, with the size and importance of this deal."
"Tricks?"
"Oh, the bastard's pulled some dillies on us in the past," Dave said grimly, forgetting for the moment to give her thigh his attention.
"But... what can he do to mess up a deal?"
"Any number of things. Say we have this client practically sewn up, ready to list his property with us, and we're bringing buyers in to view it. Here's what could happen... and has happened, Kim. He hires some pest control truck to park near the property, either right next door, or across the street. Just sitting there. The buyers see it, and you can almost watch the wheels turning in their heads... bugs, termites! And that close! Scratch that deal."
"That's terrible," Kim declared.
"But not illegal," Dave replied dryly. "Or he hires a bunch of hot-rodding kids to race up and down the street in what we'd assured the buyers was a nice, quiet neighborhood. Hell, he's even hired people to wander around a neighborhood looking like winos or bums or whores! Or set up a sweet old lady to happen to walk by and start talking with the buyers, casually giving out some carefully concocted story about the area."
Kim gave a shiver. The more she heard about Sam Foster, the more he frightened her. Yet she couldn't deny that he had something that excited her every bit as much. There was a certain fascination with such a powerful man.
"Anyway, don't go letting that get to you," Dave advised. "Give Mr. Williams your full attention. And I mean your full attention!"
Kim looked at him. "What do you mean by that, Dave?"
He gave her thigh a sexy squeeze, letting his long, strong fingers linger at the edge of her panties. "Jake goes crazy over sexy girls like you... having you along could just seal the deal for us."
Kim was a little unsure of exactly what he was asking of her. She looked at him with an unspoken question in her eyes.
"Just be yourself," Dave smiled at her. "Whatever feels right."
As he spoke, he turned into a long, winding driveway. Kim took a quick look around and was impressed. Acres of smooth emerald lawns surrounded them, with clusters of formal gardens, statuary, the distant blue gleam of a swimming pool. The driveway circled in front of a gorgeous Colonial home. It was huge, and beautifully landscaped. When Kim asked Dave the price they could expect to sell it for, she whistled.
"Oh, but it's worth it," she breathed. "And more.
Dave grinned and said: "Okay, honey, let's get to work." Kim noticed two things immediately with her first look at Jake Williams. He looked like a stereotyped image of a truck driver... big, brawny, a massive stud in faded denim. The second thing she noticed was his huge hard-on.
Hastily averting her gaze, she met Jake's eyes. That he'd noted her look was obvious. His own look silently communicated his lusty interest in her.
After casual introductions were made, Jake led Dave and Kim on a brief tour of his home. Kim tried to be coolly sophisticated about the whole matter, but the breathtaking beauty of some of the rooms made her gasp and cry out.
They returned to the formal living room, and for awhile, Dave and Jake discussed the features of the property prospective buyers would be most impressed with. Kim jumped as Dave suddenly turned to her.
"I need time to work out some details. Kim, why don't you go with Mr. Williams to the kitchen area again for a more detailed appraisal. The woman's point of view, you know."
Kim hesitated, seeing the wicked glint in Dave's eyes. Jake stood at once.
"Let's leave the man to his figuring, doll," Jake chuckled. "Guess there's still a thing or two you haven't seen around here. I'd sure like to show you, too."
Kim admitted to herself that she wouldn't exactly mind a little flirtation with the brawny man, so she gave Dave a knowing look and followed Jake out of the room.
As they entered the huge foyer, Jake slipped an arm around her waist, letting his wide, strong hand slide along the curve of her ass as he did so. The muscles of her ass flexed spasmodically at the exciting caress, and she felt a flush of desire.
Once he guided her into the spacious and lavish kitchen, Jake wasted no time in showing off the many conveniences of the room. Instead, he backed her against a counter and molded his thick body against hers. Almost savagely, he covered her mouth, thrusting his long thick tongue into her warm, wet throat.
Kim trembled against him, then gave in to the passion racing through her veins. Her avid tongue met his, thrusting, searching, tasting. His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, and he ground his mammoth cock against her pussy. She moaned, savoring the insistent thrust of his king-sized prick.
Feverishly, Jake pulled at the thin fabric of her blouse, tugging it from the waistband of her skirt. In moments, he opened the buttons.
Deftly, Jake scooped the fleshy melons of her tits out of her bra while continuing to tongue-fuck her mouth in a way that made her blood pound and her mind spin.
His big, rough hands rubbed and squeezed her passion-swollen tits, forcing a wild, lewd response from the horny receptionist. The lumpy, stiff nubs of her nipples speared his palms insistently, demanding attention.
Jake's thick fingers answered the unspoken demand. His fingers captured the plump peaks of Kim's throat. His fervent attention to her sensitive nipples made waves of erotic longing crash inside her body. She groaned again, with anguished delight.
Her nipples grew longer and harder, pulsing with arousal from the big man's passionate caresses. Her avid tongue continued to curl around his forceful, thrusting tongue, and their hungry mouths made wet slurping sounds.
Kim whimpered her disappointment when Jake ended the deep, horny kiss. Then she gave a sigh of satisfaction as she felt his warm, wet mouth move down to tease and taste the fat buds of her nipples.
"Sweet Jesus, doll!" he gasped. "Your tits taste so fuckin' good."
"Ummmmm, don't stop, Jake," she moaned, arching against him. "Keep on sucking my tits. Oh, it feels wonderful."
"I could eat you all day," he grunted happily.
"Yes... oh God, yes."
Jake sucked at the rubbery tip of first one tit then the other, dividing his caresses equally. Her thick nipples seemed alive, twitching and pulsing with desire.
"Oooohhhh, that's nice... the way you suck my tits," Kim whispered huskily, licking her lips.
His teeth closed around one turgid nipple, and he nipped it gently. Shooting sparks of ecstasy radiated from Kim's tit tip, and she quivered expectantly, wanting more and more of his lusty it caresses. She moaned, and her hand came up, pushing her tit against his moving mouth. She fed him her tit, urging him to devour it.
Jake complied, hungrily sucking and biting and licking the flesh of her tit and the tender tip of her nipple. Then he moved to cover her other tit and gave it the same oral fondling.
Turned on more and more, Kim let her hands stray to the huge cock bulge pressing against her belly. She fumbled at his trousers, fastening, and urgently searched for his naked, rock-hard prick.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh," she sighed as her searching fingers closed around the meaty shaft of his surging cock. "God, your cock's huge."
Jake grunted his pleasure at her surprised comment, and continued to gnaw and lick the aching stubs of her nipples.
Kim's busy fingers confirmed her first, amazed discovery. Though her fingers were long and slim, she couldn't close her hand around the thickness of the man's prick, and that fact excited her almost beyond control. Her face flushed, and her body trembled as she imagined the fierce fucking his huge cock would provide her needy, horny pussy. She wondered if her cunt could even accommodate the big man's gigantic cock, but that sobering thought didn't stop her determination to find out. She was so hot, so horny, that she felt like she could explode.
"God, stick your prick in me!" she pleaded, her hands busily pumping his huge cock shaft. "Give your prick to me! Fuck me now! Fuck me, Jake... fuck me till I come and come!"
Kim pulled on Jake's meaty prick, holding it against the steamy hump of her pussy. She could feel the molten heat of his cock right through the thin fabric of her skirt and panties. She pushed and rubbed his surging prick back and forth against her cunt, moaning steadily.
"Dammit, fuck me!" she wailed. Her legs were shaky, and her knees felt weak enough to give way.
"Horny bitch," Jake grunted, though he was pleased.
Kim's obvious wantonness was getting to him. In furious motions, he pushed up her skirt, letting the material bunch at her waist. His huge hands lightly traced the outline of her tiny bikini panties before nudging the thin strip of nylon down over her sleek hips.
As the panties slid down to tangle at her ankles, Kim stepped out of them and pushed them aside, eager to have the wet warmth of her pussy plundered by the giant cock she clasped so hungrily.
Jake took a few moments to relish the sight of her soft, golden cunt and the way her swollen pussy lips peeped out so invitingly. The fleshy folds of her cunt looked warm and wet and dewy-soft, begging to be fucked.
Kim squealed when she felt Jake slide his hand along her horny hot pussy. As his hand aroused her even more, she paled, then flushed violently. Her cunt was churning with frustrated need, and Jake's probing fingers only made her cunt-itch worse.
Kim sighed in relief when Jake's strong, thick fingers closed around her swollen, throbbing clit. The sensation his groping caused rocketed through her.
"I need your cock so bad!" she gasped, humping against his hand. "God, how I need to be fucked!"
Jake squeezed Kim's horny little clit stub, thoroughly enjoying her steamy excitement. She really is one hot bitch, Jake thought. He got off on the way she kept begging for his cock. His fingers tweaked and massaged the sensitive lump of her clit and felt her humid cunt cream oozing out faster and faster, coating his hand.
Eyes closed, head thrown back, Kim leaned against the counter and humped her horny cunt against Jake's hand. She felt incredibly aroused by the brawny man, and her only thought was climbing to the glorious release of climax.
"Mmmmmmmmm... mmmmmmmmm, yes," she moaned, fucking against his fingers rapidly.
"You hot fucker," Jake growled, captivated by her total abandonment.
She twisted and writhed sensuously, deliriously excited. Arching her hips, she silently pleaded for his fingers to ease the tension in her fiery hot pussy.
"Man, you've got the hottest pussy going," Jake panted. "Your cunt feels like a furnace. Damn, and it's so fuckin' wet, too! Doll, your juicy hot pussy is just what I dig... you're making me want to shoot off right now."
"No, noooooo," she wailed.
"Don't worry, doll," the man grunted. "I ain't shootin' my load of jizz in a dry hump like some fuckin' teenager. My cum's gonna go right where it should--right up your fuckhole."
As he spoke, Jake smoothly reversed his hold on Kim's throbbing clit to plunge his thick fingers up the seething tunnel of her cunthole. Kim shrieked, her hips jerking and shudders rippling through her.
He stuffed her pussy ferociously, cramming his fingers in the steamy depths of her cunt, pumping in and out in a building tempo. Thick streams of cunt cream flooded out, soaking his hand with sticky wetness. His hand beat a harsh raw rhythm against her cunt as he fucked his fingers in and out.
Kim's senses were reeling from the savage assault on her tender cunt. She felt her passion boil and bubble, higher and higher, until her molten lust erupted.
She stiffened, her cunt clenching his fingers lewdly, as the orgasmic ripples began. Reaching down wildly, she grabbed his hand, shoving it hard against her heaving pussy.
"I'm coming," she babbled. "Oh, shit! I'm coming hard... comiiiing!"
Jake felt the swift tremors rocking through her pussy and the way her cunt flexed and sucked at his fingers. Her drenched, meaty pussy seemed to try to totally swallow his fingers and hand, and he breathed in the wild musky scent of her cuntjuice.
Dimly, Kim thought she heard the sound of her name. It seemed to echo from a great distance, intruding insistently on her cloud of sexual bliss. Frowning, she silently wished the voice gone, wanting only to revel in the finger-fucking.
"Kim! We've got to get going. Kim?"
Kim's eyes flew open, and she saw the look of rage and frustration on Jake's sweaty face. An animal fury filled his features as he realized his own needs were doomed to remain unfulfilled.
Cursing violently, he released Kim and turned away to straighten his clothes. She swayed, still hazy from her explosive climax. Hearing Dave call out again, closer this time, she hurriedly smoothed down her skirt and straightened her bra and blouse. Then, realizing she wore no panties, she looked around, but couldn't see where she'd kicked them.
She was still staring at the floor, dimly aware of Jake's furious pacing, when Dave walked into the kitchen. Kim looked up and saw at a glance that he knew very well what he was interrupting. He looked pleased.
Jake, however, was far from pleased, and let the young realtor know it. "What's so fuckin' important that you had to rush out here?" he rasped.
A look of bland innocence settled over Dave's face as he answered the angry man. "Sorry, sir... I just wondered why it was taking so long. I'm afraid we have another appointment." He seemed to flounder, then, at the black look of rage given him by Jake. "We, uh... we do have to be going, but I assure you, Kim and I will be back to go over the final details and I'm sure we'll be able to stay much longer then."
"Don't bother."
Dave and Kim both stared at the stocky, angry man. As Dave started to speak, Jake interrupted harshly.
"I'm listing with Foster Realty," he growled with malicious pleasure. "So don't bother coming back... I'm sure I'll get better... service, elsewhere!"
Kim waited until Dave drove the car out of the estate's winding driveway before snapping at the glum young realtor. "You blew it, you really fuckin' blew it! Wait till Brett hears about this!"
"How'd I know the old fucker would react like that?" he whined sullenly.
"What did you expect? You all but offer me to him on a silver platter with that blatant order for me to go off with him like that. I went along with it--the guy's not unattractive... and I do know how important this sale is. Was, rather."
"Jesus, Brett's gonna kill me," Dave groaned.
"So off we toddle to the kitchen, and Jake gets right down to action, getting me hot and bothered along the way. I got off, but he got left high and dry by your untimely arrival."
"Don't you think I know that?" Dave grumbled. "Shit, I was just outside the doorway, listening. I moved in right at that moment deliberately."
"But why?"
"Oh, God... I thought if we left him hanging, you know... just give him a sample, he'd be super anxious to sign with us. I mean, it was obvious he was crazy over you."
"Cute. Real cute," Kim snipped. "That makes me feel really great. Am I to be a snack for every horny prospective client, then?"
"Come off it, Kim," Dave snapped back. "Don't act the outraged cherry. You didn't have to go with him--not really--and you know it. And unless you're a terrific actress, you sure seemed to be enjoying yourself."
Kim glared at him, started to make a cutting retort, then paused. Dave looked over at her and caught a tiny smile tugging at her full soft lips. As she caught his look, she started giggling.
"You're right. I did like it," she laughed. "And I wanted more... but, Dave, oh Lord, what're we going to tell Brett?"
"How about temporary insanity?"
Their frivolity evaporated as they pulled into the agency's parking lot. Brett's car was there, and they looked at each other unhappily.
"Well, guess I'd better get it over with," Dave sighed.
Back behind her desk, Kim gave Dave a weak smile as he walked on back to Brett's office, went in and closed the door behind him. Nervous at the thought of her boss' anger perhaps being directed at her as well, she busily got to work on some letters.
In what seemed like only minutes, the harsh sound of raised voices filtered through the thick, closed door to Brett's office. Kim gulped and winced at the angry sound of the voices, though she couldn't make out any of the words. She really didn't need to, for she could guess what was being said. The telephone rang, and she picked it up, answering automatically, "Anderson Agency... may I help you?"
"Only if you'll let me fuck my cock in that delicious little cunt of yours."
Kim gasped, and the voice in the phone chuckled sexily. "Sam Foster here."
"What do you want?" Kim asked rudely, shaken by the images his sexy question had aroused in her.
He chuckled again. "You. You know that. However, this call is really to thank you." She frowned. "Why?"
"Jake Williams just called me," the realtor said smoothly. "Seems he wasn't happy at all with the meeting your people had with him. So unhappy, in fact, he's decided to sign with us. So, my pet, I thank you."
Kim fumed, but stubbornly remained silent.
"Nothing to say, sweet? Ah well, no matter. Tell me, though, have you thought over my offer? For a job, that is."
"The answer is still no," Kim said bluntly.
"I'm a patient man," Sam Foster answered calmly. "At least, up to a point. The Williams property foul-up should convince you that you're a passenger on a sinking ship. Why not abandon ship, my pet, and sail with me?"
"I'd rather walk the plank," Kim retorted, mocking his use of nautical terms.
Kim could almost see his supremely confident smile as he said, "We'll see. I'll be talking to you again."
As she slowly hung up the telephone, Kim was once more aware of the loud voices coming from Brett's office. With a sigh of relief, she saw that it was quitting time. Thankfully, she gathered her things and almost rushed from the office.
As she let herself into the house, she heard the distant peal of the telephone. She couldn't help the instinctive twitch of passionate interest, wondering if Sam Foster was daring to call her at home. And she was annoyed at herself for almost hoping that it was him, so her voice was a little abrupt and cool when she answered.
It was Bob, and as was happening more and more, he was calling to let her know he'd be working late into the night on a rush job. Kim made appropriate sounds of assurance that she'd be fine and hung up.
Slowly, she walked up the stairway to their bedroom. Suddenly, she felt lonely and depressed. The fire of passion hadn't been doused by her interlude with Jake Williams, only tamped down. She'd been looking forward to some heavy fucking with her firm, vigorous young husband. But once again, his work came first.
Then her eyes lit up wickedly as an idea popped into her head. Without hesitating, she looked up a number in the phone book and dialed quickly.
"Jake? It's Kim Chandler." She sensed his next move and rapidly added, "Don't hang up, please."
"I've already talked to Foster Realty," he growled. "Sam's coming by to have the papers signed."
"I don't give a damn who you list your property with," Kim said quickly and fervently, crossing her fingers.
"What?" His voice was suspicious. Kim spoke without really thinking and realized what she said was the truth, even though she did hope the man would reconsider.
"What I'm interested in is finishing what we started this afternoon. God, Jake, you've got a cock that makes me drool. I didn't get nearly enough of it before that asshole interrupted us."
There was silence, and Kim trembled as she waited to hear what Jake would answer. Finally, he spoke, and his voice was hoarse, panting.
"You mean that? Your boss put you up to this?"
"Jake, Brett doesn't even know I'm talking to you." That, at least, was the truth.
"You want my cock, bad, huh?"
Kim swallowed, her mouth dry, as she realized just how much she did want his prick. The texture of his gigantic cock and how it had felt in her hands came back to her in a passion-igniting flash.
"Yes," she whispered.
There was a gloating quality to Jake's voice as he pressed her. "What? I didn't hear you."
"Yes... yesssssssss, I want your cock!"
"Get over here," he growled and hung up.
CHAPTER SIX
Kim was hot and wet and ready to fuck by the time she stopped her car in front of Jake Williams' imposing home. Her legs were a little wobbly as she walked to the discreetly-lighted front door and rang the bell.
She wore a silky wrap-around sundress and nothing else. Her thighs, naked and warm, rubbed together moistly as she stood at the door. Her tits strained the thin fabric of the dress and her rigid nipples were excitingly obvious.
At last, the door opened, and Jake stood framed in the light from the foyer. Once again, she had to notice the mammoth hardness of his fat cock as it distorted the fabric of his trousers, and she licked her lips in anticipation.
He could see she was as hot and ready as she'd said she was and smiled triumphantly. Ushering her inside, he then closed and locked the door. At once, Kim sank to her knees in front of him, her hands greedily pulling at the zipper in his pants.
"God, I can't wait any more!" she wailed. She gulped happily as the meaty naked shaft of his big prick sprang into view.
"Suck my cock, doll," Jake grunted, proud of his ability to arouse the pretty young woman. "Suck my prick."
That was just what Kim had in mind, and she bent to her task with lusty eagerness, bringing her soft lips against the huge knob of his cock head. Long loving licks of her tongue thoroughly wetted the ripe rubbery skin of his huge prick. She thrilled to the raw, steamy scent of his crotch and the sexy taste of his cock.
Kim held the base of his mammoth cock in one hand, still amazed that she couldn't stretch her long fingers all the way around his big cock shaft. She let her mouth glide along his meaty cock pole, relishing the way it surged at her, growing thicker still and harder. After a moment, she moved her other hand up along the crack of his ass, letting her fingernails gently scrape around the sensitive pucker of his asshole.
"Jesus, that's great," Jake groaned, his ass flexing spasmodically.
Kim trembled and lustily tongued the pulsing length of his prick, swirling her tongue over and around his meaty cock pole. She tasted and licked every inch of his horny huge prick, then cupped the bulbous head between her lips and sucked.
The hot, wet vacuum of her mouth around his cock head made Jake growl sexily. "Doll, you're one great little cocksucker."
"I love the taste of your cock," she murmured around her mouthful of delicious cock. "If fucking you is as terrific as sucking your cock, I can hardly wait... but oh, I don't want to stop sucking your cock--not yet!"
"Suck all you want, honey," Jake laughed. "I ain't ready to pop yet."
Kim continued to mouth and suck the huge purplish head of his cock, flicking her tongue at his tiny piss slot. The sheer size of his cock stretched her lips to the limit.
Jake began to be more aggressive instead of letting her set the pace. His control, while substantial, did have its limits, and he wanted to enjoy the enveloping warmth of her mouth on the full length of his horny cock.
He pressed upward against her sucking mouth and drove more of his cock into her lips, grunting excitedly as he did. Kim tilted her head and stretched her lips to allow his wide cock shaft to move into her mouth, then down into her throat.
At last, every horny inch of his king-sized prick was buried in the moist warmth of Kim's throat.
"Man, your mouth's so hot and wet--so tight," he murmured.
Kim found cocksucking just as exciting as he did and marveled at her ability to swallow the considerable length of his prick. His prick filled her mouth and throat in a delightful, highly erotic way. She thrilled to the determined, arrogant way the big man used her mouth like a warm, wet pussy, fucking into her depths forcefully.
Kin sucked and licked at the thick meat of his horny cock, tasting and teasing him even more. She savored the surging strength of his raging hot prick. His fucker tasted so good, she hungrily gobbled it even more.
Jake groaned at her eager cocksucking and held her head firmly, starting to pump his engorged prick into her mouth in short, hard jabs. She had to fight to catch her breath as he fucked into her moist mouth, because his the sheer size of his cock plugged her so totally. She quivered and felt an electric jolt in her horny pussy as the fucking friction increased.
A low throaty growl of lewd arousal sounded from between Jake's clenched teeth. His hips flexed as he drove his cock deep into Kim's willing mouth, fucking her just as he'd wanted and planned to earlier in the day. Now that she was actually accommodating his huge pumping cock and that she'd come to him willingly, he was experiencing a real high.
Kim was experiencing her own blissful joy in sucking and licking the virile man's cock. She could feel her growing passion ripple through her hips. Hungrily, she mouthed and massaged Jake's plunging prick, flicking her tongue out to excite him even more. When he stiffened against her face, she felt a blazing exhilaration in response.
"Sweet Jesus, doll!" Jake bellowed, "I'm shootin' my load... take my jizz, baby! Eat my cum!"
Held fast between his trembling, gripping fingers, Kim didn't really have a choice. But she didn't mind--not at all.
Thick spurts of milky cum splattered violently into her throat, and she swallowed his jizz quickly, slurping the sexy fuck juice. His explosive climax seemed to erupt endlessly, spewing nearly continuous hot jets of pulpy cum.
Kim struggled to keep up with the steamy flow of jism and to control her mounting lust. The flavorful taste of Jake's cum had stimulated her even more, and she experienced an addictive sort of need to sample more of the brawny man.
"Oh, baby!" Jake cried. "You're one great little cocksucker. Jesus, your a fuckin' sexy cunt!"
Jake swept Kim up into his muscular arms. She felt incredibly dainty and fragile as she saw how effortlessly Jake carried her into the huge den, lighted only by the flickering glow of a roaring fire.
It looked like something out of a movie, with a thick fur rug outlining the front of the immense fireplace.
' With casual ease, Jake deposited Kim on the plush fur rug. He stripped off his clothes and stretched out beside her. Then he began to remove every stitch of clothing from her quivering body.
He gave her a smiling, raised-eyebrow look when he saw that the skimpy dress was all she wore.
"You came prepared," he murmured with a grin.
Kim gave him a lazy, sexy smile. "Why not? I came here to fuck, so why waste time? Besides, the way we were interrupted before, I thought I'd better figure out every way I could to save time. Just in case."
Jake laughed and ran his thick strong hands over her body. "The way you went after my cock was great... God, how you wanted my prick!"
"I'd been thinking about getting that giant prick of yours in my mouth for so long, I couldn't wait," Kim said. "I figured I'd at least get to suck your cock if we did happen to get interrupted again. Though I'd love to have that big fucker jammed up my cunt, too."
Jake tangled his fingers in the downy blonde curls of her pussy. "You'll get fucked, doll, and more. There's no way we're gonna get cut in on this time... I made sure of that."
"Mmmmmmmm, good 'cause I sure love the shit out of you playing with my pussy like that. Makes me want more and more."
"I've got it all," he boasted, and his rapidly burgeoning cock proved it completely.
"Oooooohhhhhh," Kim gasped, eyeing his blood-engorged prick. "I can sure see that. C'mon, stud, fuck me."
Jake's hold tightened on the creamy folds of Kim's pussy, his fingers delving into the pink cunt meat hidden beneath. He grinned as she moaned and thrust her cunt against his dipping fingers.
"I want your cock so," she yelped. "All of it. I want to feel your prick going all the way in. Mmmmmmmm, I love the feel of a big hard cock in my cunt, fucking back and forth."
"You'll feel my cock," he promised lustily. "You'll feel it fucked deep in your pussy."
With that, Jake aimed the bulky head of his thick cock down against Kim's juicy pussy as he knelt between her wide-splayed thighs. She lifted her hips slightly and sucked in a quick, gasping breath as she felt his ballooning cock head nestled against her hot slit. She squealed as Jake thrust sexily, slipping the end of his prick into the tight fleshy mouth of her fuckhole. Pushing harder, his prick seemed to pop into place with an almost audible snap, and she begged for more.
"You're feeling my cock now, aren't you, doll?" he grunted. "And it won't be long before you're feeling a lot more of my cock, too. C'mon, honey, shake that sexy ass of yours and get some fucking action going. Show me how you love my prick, how you love the feeling of my cock fucking you."
Kim's totally aroused body showed him just how very much she craved his fucking. She moved her agile hips around, seeking the angle that would give his prick the greatest possible chance of stimulating every part of her fiery hot pussy. Her hips moved from side to side, and her fuckhole muscles worked double-time, milking anxiously on his pumping prick.
"Yes, yes--all the way in," she moaned. "Deeper. Fuck all the way up my cunt."
Again and again, Jake fucked down into her greedy, grasping pussy, burying more of his cock with every savage downward thrust. Her pussy was like a ravenous monster, devouring his mammoth cock--every inch of it.
"Fuck me, Jake!" she cried out, humping against him to satisfy her lewd craving. "Fuck me all the way... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Kim felt as if she were spinning wildly in a vortex of forbidden pleasure. Her horny hot pussy was stretched and plugged full of his cock, and she got off on the way his huge, tight balls slapped against her ass as he rhythmically fucked her.
"Unnnngggghhhhh," she grunted, tossing her head from side to side and arching up to rub her hard, tingling nipples against his massive, hairy chest. She pushed her hips down, trying to scrape her distended, sensitive clit against the driving shaft of his cock as he stuffed his prick in her pussy.
Jake teased her and changed his angle, denying her the frenzied release she sought so desperately. "No, doll. I want you to come like never before. I'm gonna make this fuck last so long, you'll go crazy when you finally do pop."
"God, Jake! I'm going crazy now!" she shrieked.
Deliberately holding the reins in on his rising passion, Jake slowed the tempo of his fucking strokes. With excruciating slowness, he slid his lust-thickened cock in and out, over and over again.
Kim was wild with desire. The rapid, raw friction she pleaded for was denied. Instead, Jake fucked into her so slowly, her need built into gigantic proportions, making her ache with frustration.
"Please, oh please, Jake," she begged shamelessly. "I can't stand it, I really can't. Give me what I need, baby. Give me that fantastic fucking cock of yours all the way!"
"I'm givin' it to you, doll... givin' you every inch of my cock."
"No, no," she moaned. "Harder, faster--fuck me hard, dammit!"
Jake merely gave a horny, happy grin at her blazing arousal and continued his leisurely stroking into the grasping hole of her cunt.
Kim felt herself being drawn into a wildly spinning whirlpool of animal lust. She made frantic lunges of her hips, vainly striving to increase the tempo of Jake's pumping cock. Sweet and slow was fine sometimes, but now she craved the harsh, fiery fucking the brawny man was daring to deny her. She wanted to be fucked long and hard, quickly and sharply.
Just as Kim thought she could bear no more, Jake ripped into her writhing cunt. His huge cock reamed the tender flesh of her pussy, slicing into it cleanly and sharply.
Kim shuddered and screamed at the exhilarating pleasure. Her fingers clutched Jake's pumping ass and raked along the sweaty flesh in his ass crack. Her cunt fluttered and twitched, sucking hungrily at the man's mammoth prick. A flurry of glowing orgasmic sparks radiated through her heaving, hot body.
"Yes... oh, yes!" Kim squealed. "Fuck me like that! Keep it up, Jake! Oh, God, I'm coming again... I'm coming, comiiiiing!"
A rebounding climax rocketed through Kim, and she gave herself up to the keen, wild pleasure.
Jake yielded to his own considerable passion and fucked Kim harder, driving deeply into her pulsing, surging pussy. He gave a strangled gasp and spewed his load of hot, pulpy cum into her juicy fuckhole.
"Jesus, doll! I'm comin' like a freight train!" he bellowed.
Swiftly, Kim pulled away from him, and as he growled his anger, she moved around to lower her greedy little mouth over his still-erupting prick. Sighing happily, she gobbled the last, hot spurts of foamy cum from Jake's cock. He groaned at the exquisite sensation and held her head firmly, clenching his ass, making his shooting cock pump into the woman's warm mouth-sheath.
Though the tide of orgasm had subsided, Kim continued to suck and lick at Jake's softening prick. She lavished his thick, rubbery tube of cock flesh with her tiny sharp teeth and the rasping length of her tongue until it stirred once more and began to thicken and lengthen.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Jake hissed, feeling the pulsing vigor return to his big cock. "That sweet mouth of yours has my cock comin' to life in record time, doll." He gave a tentative thrust into the warm softness of her mouth and groaned excitedly.
"I could fuck you forever," he growled. "I just want to fuck you and suck you and eat you all up."
Kim mumbled something, her mouth too full of Jake's delicious cock to answer him properly. But her agreement with his horny words was obvious from the way she wriggled around, offering him the tempting curve of her ass to play with as she happily sucked his burgeoning prick.
Jake lost no time in exploring the musky, damp recesses of Kim's ass, fingering his way from the tiny pink pucker of her asshole to the sticky softness of her pussy.
Jake returned to tease and probe the clenched warmth of her tender asshole. Moistening the tiny mouth of her asshole with the mingled cunt and cock juices drawn up from her cunt, Jake stroked a long thick finger into her small shitter, then a second finger.
Kim moaned at the lusty invasion of her asshole. Eagerly, she wiggled her hips, pushing against Jake's firm, fucking finger.
"Aaaaahhhhh," he gasped, his breaths coming in quick, fast pants. "You like my finger in your ass, don't you, doll baby? You like getting your ass fucked--you just love the shit out of it, don't you?"
Kim relished the building excitement, caused as much by the lusty taste of Jake's cock as his determined probing of her asshole. Though his big fingers felt wonderfully filling, she wanted more. She wanted his huge cock impaled in her tight, hot asshole.
Pulling away from her erotic feast, Kim swung her quivering ass around, aiming at the huge cock shaft jutting out from Jake's hairy groin.
"Stick your cock in me," she implored him, her voice harsh and guttural. "Fuck me in the ass."
"Shit, yeah," Jake agreed hornily.
He levered his giant prick down between the rounded curves of her ass cheeks. "Just kneel there, doll, and feel my prick going up your shitter. I'm gonna ream my prick all the way up your asshole."
"Give it to me, Jake--fuck my ass!"
He began pushing his raging hot prick along the crevice between the warm, soft cheeks of her ass, guiding it to the tight, quivering mouth of her asshole. His desire grew. Knowing how much the young girl wanted this ass-fucking excited him.
Kim moaned softly, arching her ass. She blew her breath out on a satisfied whoosh as she felt the throbbing head of the big man's meaty hard-on probe the fleshy mouth of her asshole. The plump, mushroom-shaped crown of his cock nudged into her wet, warm asshole, insistently forcing her tiny shitter open.
"Ummmmmmm," Kim moaned, thrilling to the flaming friction.
"Just for you, baby... so fuck my ass all the way."
He kept his pressure firm and even, skewering inch after inch of his wide, pulsing prick in her ass. The heat of her asshole closed around his swollen prick and rhythmically sucked at it.
"Ah, Christ! Your ass feels so fucking good, doll baby!"
"Your cock's so big," she sighed happily. "So ass-fuckin' big and hard and hot. Ream me out, baby!"
"Your cock's so big," she sighed happily. "So ass-fuckin' big and hard and hot. Ream me out, baby!"
"Your gonna get my cock to the hilt!" Jake rasped. "I'm going to shove my cock all the way up your ass before I let go with my load of jizz! Yeah, you're gonna have my balls pushin' into your pussy when I start to cream."
Kim began rotating her hips in a slow rhythm, pushing back at his invading cock slightly. The sensuous warmth of her passion bubbled and boiled, building with each firm, hard thrust of his huge cock.
She reached down between her splayed legs, toying first with her erect, hot clit. Then she reached further back and fondled Jake's balls as they brushed against the creamy folds of her cunt. Grunting and sobbing with passionate delight, she began to rub his juice-laden nuts against her horny pussy.
Jake groaned in pleasure at the action and could almost feel the waves of erotic excitement flowing from Kim's body into his own. The sweet heat of her pussy spread to his balls, and he fucked into her tight asshole rapidly.
With the first tremors of her climax, Kim began shrieking. Every cell of her quaking body seemed alive and pleasure-laden. The orgasmic inferno erupted for them both in seconds. Amid sighs and commands and desperate moans, they reached the peak of pleasure together and slumped against the soft fur rug.
* * *
Kim's fingers trembled as she slowly dressed. She felt so strange--satisfied, yet still excited and slightly nervous.
Jake reclined on the sofa in front of the fireplace, smoking, a look of pure contentment on his rugged face. His magnificent cock, at last satisfied, rested along one muscular thigh, impressively huge though unaroused.
"Such loyalty to your company," Jake murmured, watching her dress through lazy, slitted eyes. "I admire it. And I must say, you give excellent... service."
Kim felt a spurt of anger, but was careful to keep it from showing on her face as she turned to look at him. Obviously, he still wondered if she'd come to him only to gain his business for the firm. Reassuring him that it wasn't the real reason would be simple because it was the truth.
"Sounds like you're asking for a compliment," she teased him with a smile. "Maybe that was my first thought, I'll admit. But the minute I got that stallion-sized cock of yours in my mouth, the Anderson Agency was the last thing I wanted to think about."
Jake gave a contented chuckle. "Hell, I know . just wanted to feel you out a little, I guess."
"You did that, too," she giggled, wriggling into her dress. "Listen, Jake, I don't give a fuck any more if you list with us or Sam Foster, or somebody else! I know the agency would do a good job for you, but that's not my main concern any more."
A knowing glint showed in his eyes. "And just what is your concern, doll?"
She gave him a smoldering, wanton look. "Your cock. I sure hope I get more of it sometime."
Jake got off the sofa and brought her shoes and purse to her. He caressed the fullness of her tit through the thin dress. "You can count on that, baby."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Overcome from all her fucking, Kim overslept the next morning. She rushed to get ready and hoped fervently that Brett hadn't come into the office yet and realized she was late.
His car wasn't in the agency's parking lot when she arrived, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was surprised, though, to find the firm's doors still locked. Evidently, she wasn't the only late arrival.
Once inside, she saw a note on her desk. It was from Dave, brief and hurriedly written. It read: "Jake called in, he's told Foster Realty to forget it and is listing with us. Got an appointment, be back later and we'll celebrate... Dave."
Kin grinned and sat down, re-reading the note. If only Dave knew the real reason for the turnabout... Jake's lusty infatuation with her.
Thinking of Jake brought fresh memories of the fuck the night before. Kim savored her memory of the feel and taste of Jake's body and the way he made her come again and again.
Though Jake lived in a sophisticated setting, surrounded by all the exquisite things money could buy for him, he remained essentially down-to-earth. It was this openness and self-honesty that made so appealing to her, Kim decided. Then she gave a wicked little chuckle and thought: of course his huge prick was even more appealing. She fervently hoped she'd have the chance to sample his cock again, and soon.
The next couple of hours passed slowly. The phones were quiet, and although Brett called in, he told her he wouldn't be back at the office until late. She was beginning to grow restless and bored when Dave finally returned.
Her eyes lit up as the tall blond realtor strode through the door, giving her a triumphant grin.
"I'm hot today, honey," he grinned.
"Mmmmmmmm, that sounds promising," Kim said impishly.
His gaze quickly ran over her lush curves in a sexy way. "Hmmmmm, now that you mention it," he murmured. Then he laughed and pulled some papers from his attache case, waving them at her.
"You see before you, my dear," he began, "the result of a great--no, make that exceptional-morning's work."
Kim laughed at his exuberance. His happy mood was catching. "Sounds like you're on a roll."
"You'd better believe it, sweet!" He slapped one set of papers down on her desk. "First, the contract on Jake's listing. Man, I don't know what happened to change that guy's mind, but I'm sure glad something did. Not only do we now have one choice property to sell, but it also gets Brett off my case."
Kim smiled to herself. If only Dave knew just what the reason was.
Dave slapped the second set of papers on Kim's desk in triumph. "And... all those calls on Ramsey finally paid off, and he's listing with us too."
"Boy, you're going to get some kind of commission on these babies," Kim said.
Dave rubbed his hands gleefully. "Oh, baby, I sure am." Turning, he reached for the bag he'd carried in and brought out a couple of bottles of good red wine.
"Mmmmmm, lunch?" Kim asked.
Dave held one of the bottles aloft, declaring, "The lunch of champions!"
"I think the saying is breakfast of champions," Kim giggled. "And I don't think it refers to wine."
"It's too late for breakfast," he quipped. "And I say it refers to wine, so that's all that counts."
Deftly, he uncorked a bottle and poured for both of them.
Dave and Kim clinked their glasses and drank deeply of the heady red wine. The bottle steadily emptied as they talked and laughed together. As he opened the second bottle of wine, he suggested they move back to the conference room. They'd be able to hear if a client walked in, yet wouldn't confront a walk-in with the evidence of their impromptu party.
Kim listened to the realtor's spiel and agreed, smiling. She knew, or at least hoped, that that wasn't the only reason for moving back to the conference room. After her unusual interview with Brian and Brett Anderson, she knew just how cozy the conference room was for a nice, sexy fuck. Remembering, too, how intimate Dave had begun to get on yesterday's drive to Jake's house, she felt a tingle of lusty anticipation.
Back in the conference room, Kim perched on the edge of the wide, gleaming wood table. Her brief skirt rode high, exposing a tempting expanse of warm, shapely thigh. She caught Dave's quick look.
"Guess my, um, attention yesterday didn't destroy the deal after all," she said softly.
"What you really mean is my interruption of your attention to Jake. I sure figured that one wrong--but it all worked out in the end."
Kim chuckled softly, remembering how wonderfully Jake had fucked her in the end, and her tender ass still tingled.
"I felt sorry for you, you know," Dave commented softly, handing her a fresh glass of wine. "Sorry for me? Why?"
He gave a long, lusty look. "Well, you were warm and wet on the drive over there. Then, when I busted in on you and Jake, I wanted him to be left high and dry, but I sure hated to see you left hot and horny."
Kim smiled slightly. She had taken that matter in hand, so to speak, but she wasn't about to let Dave know that. "I was really aching by the time I got home last night," she said.
Dave moved in close, his gaze lingering on the exciting expanse of her thighs. He rested a hand on her leg in much the same way he had done the day before.
"Mmmmmmm. That feels familiar." Kim wriggled and grinned up at him.
"Only this time, I don't intend to stop with just this," Dave told her, his voice low and hoarse.
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
His hand tightened, moving high up her warm, supple thigh. "That's a promise, Kim."
She scooted her hips back more firmly on the edge of the table, letting her long legs hang open slightly. Dave moved in to stand between her parted thighs.
Kim looked up at him, an invitation in her eyes that was unmistakable. "This is turning into some kind of celebration," she sighed.
Dave took her wine glass and set it aside. Surely and swiftly, his hands moved to her blouse. In seconds, the buttons were opened, and he pushed the silky material down over her arms.
"Mmmmm, nice... very nice," he murmured, eyeing the twin mounds of her tits, skimpily covered by her lace bra.
Kim wriggled happily, making her heavy tits jiggle in a teasing, tempting way.
"Oh, and how convenient," Dave laughed, indicating the front hook opening of her bra. He unhooked it, and her big tits slipped out of the lacy confines, swaying slightly on her chest.
Dave covered her quivering tit mounds with his hands, savoring the warmth of her supple flesh. He squeezed her tits softly, yet firmly, and Kim moaned. Her head fell back, and she arched up against his fondling hands.
"Damn, that feels good," she sighed. "I love having my tits played with like that."
"You've got great tits, honey. And I'll bet they taste as good as they look."
"Try sucking my tits and see."
Dave lowered his mouth to the cherry-red tip of one of her tits and sucked her stiff little nipple into his mouth. It tasted sweet and warm. Under the rasping attention of his tongue, her stubby tit tip grew fully hard and firm, puckering and lengthening into his mouth.
"Yes, oh yes... that's the way I like it," Kim panted.
Dave gently nipped at her stiff tit bud, and Kim cried out. He nipped at her tit again and again, bringing her to a higher level of arousal. Then he moved his mouth to the deep valley between her tits, licking the warm crevice there. He could feel her tremble as her passion accelerated.
"God, I love that," she whimpered. "Keep licking and sucking my tits, Dave. Don't stop."
Moving to her other tit, Dave licked and nipped at her nipple, bringing it to full, pulsating erection. Then, opening his mouth, he took in as much of her tit as he could. He used his lips to gently massage her fleshy tit mound, feeling the stiff tip of her nipple pressing into his throat.
Kim's hands fluttered up, caressing the thick blonde hair at the back of his head, holding him firmly against the surging warmth of her tit.
"Ooooooh, baby," she crooned. "Suck all my tit."
He could feel her hips nudging his legs as her skirt rode up even farther, exposing the tiny nylon panties covering her pussy. He could almost feel the heat radiating from her horny cunt, and he breathed in the sweet-sour scent of her pussy cream wafting up to him.
Dave continued to move from one tit to the other, licking and sucking and gently biting until Kim was exploding with passion.
"I'm ready, Dave!" she panted. "Fuck me!"
His hand pushed aside the thin strip of nylon between her legs. Then he sank two strong fingers into the honeypot of her cunt. She jerked against him and yelped.
"Oh, God! Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me, Dave... give me your cock."
Kim clung to the trim, athletic realtor as if clinging to a life preserver. She felt as if she were drowning in a sea of lust. Happily, she wallowed in the tide of her desire, a flaming mass of flesh yearning for the savage thrust of his cock.
As Dave's fingers stroked in and out of Kim's pussy, he grazed the throbbing stub of her clit, and she moaned hoarsely. Her tiny clit button was engorged and erect, a thick stub of sensitive flesh.
Her hands reached for the huge bulge of Dave's cock as if drawn by a magnet. She groaned her frustration at the time spent in unzipping, in pushing aside unwanted clothing. At last, her hand closed around his hot, naked tube of cock meat, and she thrilled to the way his prick filled her hand.
"Mmmmmm, this is what I need," she moaned. "I can't wait much longer, Dave. Fuck me, fuck me now!"
Dave was every bit as ready as Kim was, and his hands moved under the taut cheeks of her ass. Lifting her hips from the table top slightly, he eased her tiny panties down. The thin bit of nylon slid down her shapely legs and dropped to the floor.
Kim, reluctant to release her hold on his full, jutting prick, guided him to the creamy crevice of her cunt. At the touch of his cock head to her swollen pussy lips, she sobbed.
"I want your cock! Oh, how I want it!" she cried.
"You're going to get my cock," Dave grunted. "Every cunt-fuckin' inch of my big prick! And I'll make you come and come."
"Yes... yes."
Kim's pussy sucked at his probing prick, the wet petals of her cunt flowering open in acceptance of his driving shaft of prick meat.
"Fuck my prick, honey," Dave grunted. "Feel the way I'm filling every inch of your horny cunt."
He slid the long thick shaft of his prick deeper and deeper into the young girl's pulsing pussy. Her cunt muscles sucked his prick, drawing him in even more. Her hips banged against the shiny wood surface of the conference room table as he fucked into her to the limit.
Kim slumped down on her back along the table top. Lifting her legs, she locked her ankles around Dave's pumping waist. Her eyes glazed with passion, and she rubbed and massaged her tits as he began to fuck her in short hard strokes.
Pinching and rolling her nipples, Kim increased her pleasure, enjoying the darting electricity of lust spiraling from her tits and pussy.
"Fuck me, Dave!" she cried. "Fuck me hard with your great cock!"
"Damn, your cunt's so hot and tight, it's squeezing my cock, and it feels so shittin' nice," he hissed.
"Now this is the way I like to celebrate," Kim mumbled. The raw physical sensation of having her horny pussy so totally fucked thrilled her beyond belief. The wild young realtor had a great prick, and he certainly knew just what to do with it!
Kim brought his hands to the slippery warm slopes of her tits. Her body, from tits to pussy, was one pure mass of pleasure sensations.
Dave tweaked and pulled at the rubbery little stubs of her nipples, making the rosy nubs tingle crazily. They pulsed with a life of their own--a surging tide of arousal.
"Aaaahhhhh, you know exactly how to make me want to fuck!" she cried out.
"You sweet fuckin' cunt," Dave grunted.
His burgeoning cock sliced cleanly into the warm, wet slit of her pussy. Each lunging thrust sent his cock balls-deep, totally imbedded in her clutching fuckhole. Again and again, he fucked into her, his tempo increasing by the second.
"Oh, Christ! You're fuckin' me so good!" she moaned. Her hips lifted, and she pushed against him, begging for more.
"Fuck me harder, Dave... fuck me harder!"
Frantic in her growing need, Kim pulled at the cheeks of Dave's ass, as if she was trying to force the whole of his body into the aching void of her seething cunt. Her slim, strong fingers gripped him harshly as he fucked into her. Whimpering, mewling sounds burst from her.
"So good... so good," she moaned.
"The best, baby--fucking you good!"
Lightly, Kim fingered the warm crack of Dave's ass. Quickly, her finger found the tight pucker of his asshole, and she rimmed the small opening with the tip of her finger. Feeling his ass flex spasmodically in pleasure, she probed and pushed until her finger popped into the tight tunnel of his shitter.
"Jesus, baby!" Dave croaked hoarsely.
Keeping time with Dave's ripping cock thrusts, Kim pumped her finger in and out of his humping ass. As he fucked her, she returned the excitement by finger-fucking his brownie.
"I feel it coming," she yelped suddenly. "Oh, shit, Dave! It's so fuckin' close!"
"Fuck me back," he growled. "Shake that ass of yours and make me shoot my load."
Kim hunched against his fuck thrusts, and felt his huge, hot cock sink into her pussy even deeper. Every forceful stroke of his cock caused a delightful friction against her swollen, supersensitive clit stub, and she soon felt ready to explode.
"Oooooh, I love it--the way you push that huge monster cock of yours so deep inside my cunt!"
She moaned, her voice high and shrill, as she moved her hips up and down and around, trying to increase the incredible erotic sensations. Her slim finger rapidly fucked in and out of Dave's flexing asshole as they raced to the brink of rapture in frenzied fucking.
They were panting and moaning steadily when the orgasmic flood hit, washing over both of them with its fiery heat. Their muscles contracted, spasmed and fluttered. Dave's excited prick shot a steady stream of thick pulpy cum into Kim's churning, twitching pussy.
"Good God!" he roared.
"I'm coming so hard... yes! Oh now, this is it!"
"Oh, you hot fuckin' bitch," Dave growled, emptying his hot load of cum to the deepest recesses of her churning cunt.
Kim's breath was ragged, and her eyes reflected an excited, satisfied gleam as she said: "I hope we get to celebrate all new deals like this!"
After they got dressed, the two finished the bottle of wine in a contented atmosphere of satisfied lust. Kim checked her watch and reluctantly said that she supposed they should get back to work in case the boss came in.
Together, they cleared away the few signs of their little party and went back to the front office. Dave gave her a long, lingering kiss, thrusting his warm tongue deeply into the moist warmth of her mouth. .
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured, "that was nice. And not just the kiss."
"I aim to please," Kim giggled.
Though Kim gloried in the warm contentment of being freshly and thoroughly fucked, she couldn't help a tiny quiver of concern. All afternoon, she jumped each time the phone rang.
She just couldn't believe Foster wouldn't call. Of course he had to know that Jake had gone back on their all-but-final deal and had instead returned to list with the Anderson Agency.
She wondered if Jake had mentioned the part she had played in his decision when he talked with Sam Foster. Surely not, she reasoned. Yet, somehow, she had the feeling that Foster would have a very good idea of the reasons behind the turnabout.
That was why she was so certain he would call her again to make his offer of a job with his firm, or to become his mistress. He might even threaten to break up the agency again.
Each time the phone rang, Kim picked it up expecting to hear his sensual, exciting voice. She wondered at the tiny stab of disappointment she felt when it wasn't him.
"Damn him, anyway!" she muttered crossly, irritated with herself for hoping he would call.
At last, it was time to leave, and Kim grumpily gathered up her things, with a last lingering look at the telephone.
She just couldn't believe Sam Foster would let this whole deal drop without a fuss, but evidently he had.
She couldn't know how accurately she'd read the powerful man's character.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As the next few days passed, the difference in attitude between Kim and her co-workers increased dramatically.
Appointments were few at the time, so the men were in the office most of each day. Spirits were high over the magnificent victory over Foster Realty. All the men were boisterous and exhilarated over the victory they felt they'd achieved.
Meanwhile, Kim became more and more depressed and withdrawn. She wished fervently she could join in the happy atmosphere at the office, but she just couldn't. She was so certain it wasn't over--not by a long shot. She just couldn't believe Sam Foster would take this as meekly as he seemed to. Her edginess increased the longer nothing happened.
She found herself thinking, Now what? more and more often.
Soon the men noticed her preoccupation and depression, but they evidently didn't make the connection between it and the Foster victory. They simply exchanged looks and kept out of her way. Whatever the reason for Kim's moodiness, they knew only that she was unusually short-tempered. So they kept to themselves.
Kim knew it was happening, but really cared very little. She was tempted, finally, to simply call Sam Foster and get it out in the open.
As her hand hovered over the telephone, she realized the contact she wanted with Sam was really on a personal level. That abrupt, shattering thought stopped her.
The aura of power, wealth and influence was almost a sexual thing for a woman such as Kim. All that drive and vitality expressed in the business world. She couldn't help but wonder at how it would be if that energy was channeled into fucking. Just the thought of it made her cunt itch for a cock.
"Oh, God! I'll bet he'd be a fantastic fuck," Kim murmured absently. Then she looked up with shock, realizing she'd spoken aloud. A quick glance at the far end of the big room made her sigh with relief. The men hadn't noticed, thank goodness.
Again her hand rested on the phone. Though she hated to admit it, she knew just how must she wanted to fuck the man. The idea of fucking Sam Foster was as addictive as any narcotic.
Face it, she told herself fiercely, you want the man to fuck you--to carry you off like he was some damned caveman! She knew all she had to do was call him, and the lurid fantasies she had about him would become reality. Her excited pussy twitched, as if looking forward to the aggressive thrust of the man's cock.
Kim was getting hotter by the minute--hotter and wetter. Her horny little pussy was creaming steadily, and her nipples hardened and tingled. With a soft, almost soundless sob of surrender, she picked up the phone and started dialing a number she'd already memorized.
"Busy, Kim?"
She gasped, dropped the telephone receiver and turned around guiltily. Her boss, Brett, stood to the side and slightly behind her desk. He looked at her with an expression of concern and confusion.
Desperately, she tried to compose her features, certain her expressive face gave away all her thoughts. She took a deep breath, totally missing the way Brett's eyes lingered on the thrust of her full tits under her dress.
"You... er, you startled me," she said lamely.
Brett gave a slightly sardonic smile. "I noticed."
Her temper, already on a short fuse and shortened even more by the untimely interruption, flared briefly.
"It's what you get for sneaking up on me!"
Brett frowned, then said: "Sneaking? I'd hardly call it that, Kimberly. I did ring you on the intercom. Twice. When you didn't answer, I thought I'd come up and see what was going on."
Just as rapidly, her temper deflated. She'd been so worked up trying to decide what to do, she hadn't even heard the buzz of the intercom. No wonder he was looking at her so strangely.
"Sorry," she muttered, not meeting his eyes. "I was... uh, I was sort of concentrating on something. I really didn't hear you buzz."
"Obviously," he answered dryly.
He stood there, watching her. He had noticed her dramatic change of attitude lately. At first, he'd dismissed it as some form of blue funk and had gotten on with his work. Her bad mood had lasted, though, and even become worse. She was sarcastic and snapped in a way that wasn't her usual manner, and it had begun to concern him.
Brett realized too, that right now, Kim was highly aroused and obviously very, very frustrated. He couldn't help but notice the way her nipples, stiff and hard, pushed against the fabric of her dress. Brett watched her squirm uneasily on her chair and noticed the faint flush staining her cheeks. She was breathing fast, her tits raising and lowering rapidly.
Her tension lately must be of a sexual sort, he reasoned. Being in a state of continual arousal would be enough to make anyone nasty-tempered, he thought with a smile. And if appearances weren't deceptive, she was presently aroused almost beyond control.
Kim finally spoke, realizing he wasn't going to turn around and leave if she ignored him. "Did you want something? You must have, if you tried to buzz me on the intercom."
Brett gave a secret smile at her choice of words. "Yes, I do," he answered solemnly.
Kim's voice held a little exasperation as she questioned, "Well? What is it you want?"
Brett's cock surged and swelled the more he thought about Kim's obvious arousal. Her cunt would be so warm and wet, so steaming hot, he thought. He drew in his breath sharply as she turned to look at him, the movement tightening her dress over the full curve of her tits.
"Get your shorthand pad and come back to my office. Now." He turned and walked away.
Kim gave a groan of frustration. Just when she'd finally decided to give in--to take Sam Foster up on his offer--Brett had to claim her time with taking dictation.
Furtively, she rubbed the aching mound of her cunt. God, she was so damned horny!
Grabbing her pen and notebook, she went down the corridor to Brett's office and walked in.
"Close the door behind you, please," he said, going through some files at his desk.
When she turned to shut the door, he looked up.
His eyes gleamed with lewd desire and expectation. His hot, horny gaze rested on the tempting swell of her shapely ass. Quickly, he lowered his eyes as she turned once more and sat in the chair at the end of his desk.
Moments passed in silence. Brett continued to look through the pile of folders, a small smile occasionally tugging at his rugged mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her squirming, changing position on the hard wooden chair. The girl was on fire, he thought with a grin, and he was going to do his damndest to put that fire out.
Kim sat and waited and waited. Shit, she thought, I thought he was in such a hurry to do these letters. Now he's ignoring me.
Brett turned the knife of longing a little by saying idly: "You seem on edge, Kim. Anything wrong?"
She looked at him, eyes wide. Then, looking away, she gave a little shrug. "No, I mean, everything's... uh, everything's fine. Why?"
"Well, like I said," Brett remarked smoothly, "you seem a little, oh... nervous, I suppose. Anything you want to tell me about?"
"No!" She gulped, and took a deep breath. "I mean, no. I'm fine... it's, urn, it's the weather, I guess."
His eyebrows went up and she gave him a weak smile.
"The weather." His voice was grave. "Of course. The weather." Kim smiled again, wanly. .
"The letters," she began. "Hmmmmm?"
Jesus, Kim thought, the man was certainly being stupid and annoying. She counted to ten silently. "I mean, didn't you want me to take some letters down?"
"Yes, yes," he said. "I'll be finished with this in just a moment."
In a few more minutes, he put away the files. Then he turned and looked straight at her. She met his look and couldn't know how much her need to fuck was reflected in her face.
"Ready?"
She blinked. "Huh?"
"Are you ready?"
Her tongue came out, moistening her full lips. "Yes."
You're ready--ripe and ready, he thought happily.
Brett sat there, dictating the first letter, watching her all the while. His eyes moved over her body as she concentrated on getting his words down. Brett felt his cock grow unbelievably hard as he remembered the other times they'd fucked and the total wanton abandon she had displayed.
His voice betrayed nothing of his lurid thoughts, and he rapidly finished the letter. As he began to dictate the second letter, he rose and moved around the room as he talked.
It unnerved Kim. Brett seldom did anything but sit at his desk when he dictated letters. Having him wander around the room behind her chair made her nervous. She kept her pen moving slowly across the notebook and fought to stem the continuous level of her passionate arousal.
Brett walked up behind where she sat, standing directly in back of her chair. He rattled off a rapid sentence, then bent down, his head inches from the curve of her shoulder.
"Did you get all that?"
Kim jumped as she realized how close he was. His warm breath fanned the nape of her neck. She could smell his warm, male scent, a combination of soap, his spicy after-shave, and the odor of his body. It was a heady fragrance.
"I said that last bit a little fast," he said softly, with only the barest hint of controlled laughter in his voice. "Did you get it all down?"
"Oh. Yes, yes I did," she answered breathlessly.
Kim was beginning to forget all about her frustration over Sam Foster. Now she was starting to really notice and think about her good-looking, virile boss. Whether he was in a sexy mood or not, she wasn't quite sure, but she sure felt like fucking him.
"Your hair looks especially nice today," he commented softly, still leaning over her shoulder. Idly, he ruffled the tousled blonde curls at the base of her head.
Kim shivered, ever so slightly. His fingers were causing delirious ripples of renewed lust to flow through her body.
"Thank you, Brett," she whispered.
"It's so soft, so warm," he said quietly, rubbing his fingers against the nape of her neck.
She closed her eyes, swaying in the chair. He had to be starting something, with his insistent fondling and caressing. At least she hoped so.
Seeing her knowing smile, Brett straightened immediately. "Now, where was I?"
Her look of frustration was almost comical, but he didn't dare laugh. He heard the tiny groan she couldn't quite stifle.
"Did you say something, Kim?" he asked innocently.
Kim gritted her teeth. Am I doomed to remain unbelievably horny and unsatisfied? she wondered unhappily, then replied: "No, I didn't."
"Ah, my mistake, I guess," Brett remarked. He continued with the letter for a few more minutes, always watching her as he paced the room. If she'd only look, she'd have to notice the enormous hard-on he was trying to control.
Brett wanted to fuck his lusty young employee with a need that had grown beyond normal bounds. He could wait no longer to feel the silky warmth of her naked skin beneath his hands. He once more came up behind her slight form in the chair. This time, he rested his hands on her shoulders, smiling at the faint quiver he felt in her body.
"Kim, the letters could have waited," he rasped. His voice was thick and husky with barely concealed desire. "Surely you know the real reason I wanted you back here with me."
In a flash, Kim realized how he'd been toying with her. He'd seen her state of sexual agitation and had wanted her in his office to do something about it.
"I know you've been uptight lately," he continued softly. His hands caressed the curves of her shoulders. "I thought we... mmmm, were close enough by now that you would feel free to simply come up to me and... I don't know, tell me that you want to fuck, or something."
Kim forced down an insane impulse to laugh. Though she liked and admired and sometimes lusted after her handsome boss, he could at times be so blind. Obviously, he didn't expect Sam Foster to make trouble, but she did. And Brett had put down her worried nervousness to sexual tension. A case of being very horny!
She couldn't deny that she was greatly aroused, but it wasn't what made her so uptight. Firmly, she pushed the problem of Sam Foster to the back of her mind. Her sexy boss was making an offer to fuck she wasn't about to pass up.
Kim yearned for the blissful oblivion of pure physical sensation. She leaned back, and the movement made his hands slide forward on her shoulders. His long, hard fingers rested over the upper curve of her tits. The warmth of his hands through her dress was searing.
"So why didn't you say something?" he questioned again. His fingers flexed, pressing into the soft fullness of her tits while he nuzzled her neck.
"Don't talk," she pleaded. She couldn't tell him the truth, and she didn't even want to think about it. "Please, Brett, don't talk so damned much... just make me feel good. That's what I want, what I need. Make me feel like a real woman."
"You are a real woman," he murmured, his mouth wet and hot against her neck. "You're all woman... and right now, all mine."
He nibbled at her neck, licking and biting gently while his hands pressed the swollen mounds of her tits. He cupped her heavy tits and squeezed. Through the material of her dress and bra, he found the stubby points of her nipples and pinched the tender nubs.
"Uuuuunnnngh," she moaned throatily, her head flung back.
Brett pivoted his head, covering her softly parted lips. His tongue was a hard, insistent spear, exploring her mouth.
She felt a liquid heat building between them. Her tongue moved out to tangle wetly with his. Their mouths moved together, igniting even further the fiery inferno that blazed between them.
Kim could feel the tingle clear down to her toes. An urgent throb echoed in her cunt.
"I want to fuck you," she sighed against his mouth. "I want to fuck you so much I'm aching from it."
"I'll cure your ache," he promised huskily.
Their hands were frantic now, tugging and removing unwanted clothing. Their mouths licked and nipped at every new expanse of warm skin as it was exposed. The blazing fire of their lust consumed them.
The black leather of the sofa in Brett's office felt cool against Kim's feverish skin as he pushed her down on it. He feasted on the upthrust mounds of her tits, and she squirmed beneath him in excitement.
"Sweet Jesus," he rasped, "I keep forgetting how delicious you taste. I could spend all day eating you."
"Mmmmmmmm, that sounds like a wonderful way to spend a day."
His mouth began a teasing trail down her body, leaving flickers of fire as it went. He nuzzled the soft down covering her cunt mound. With a moan of piercing pleasure, she let her legs fall wide open, offering him the sweet nectar of her creamy cunt.
Brett opened the juicy folds of her pussy with his fingers, exposing the pink meat of her fuckhole. He mashed his face into her hot cunt, then stabbed the tight fleshy tunnel with his tongue.
Kim squealed and hunched her hips against his face. Her needy, horny cunt muscles flexed, trying to suck in the stiff hard tongue that probed her pussy. She loved the wet, slurping sounds he made as he hungrily ate her hot cunt.
"Yes, oh Brett," she moaned, "I love the shit out of that... keep fucking me with your tongue. Don't let up, please!"
He buried his face in her creamy pussy, stroking his tongue deep into the greedy opening of her cunthole. Trying to force even deeper into her humid pussy, he grabbed her ass, pulling her up hard against his face.
Kim's hips bucked and jerked out of control as her lust raged. Brett's lips and tongue tormented the tender flesh of her pussy in a way that made her want to scream and plead for yet more.
She writhed and twisted on the black leather sofa. Brett knew just what to do to make her beg to be fucked, lost in the throes of an unbelievable erotic fantasy world. He brought her to the very edge of joyful release, then took her even higher, on to new plateaus of pleasure.
"Fuck me, Brett!" she pleaded. "Fuck me all the way!"
He continued to nibble on the fleshy softness of her pussy, running his long, thick tongue through the swollen folds of her cuntlips. As his warm, firm lips closed over the distended bud of her clit, Kim couldn't hold back a shrill yelp of ecstasy.
Brett took the sensitive, angry red stub of her clit into his mouth, sucking it while his tongue flicked and licked it. A long, slow shudder rippled through her body, and she climaxed abruptly.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee," she shrieked, her hips humping against his face in a frantic motion.
Brett felt the fresh flow of warm cunt cream ooze from deep in her spasming pussy. Her wanton response made his own desire expand nearly beyond the limits of his endurance. He gave her quivering cunt a last, loving lick, then moved to position himself between her slack thighs.
Kim watched Brett move to mount her. She reached between them, grabbing and guiding his engorged cock. The plump, purplish crown of his prick plopped between the slick lips of her cunt and into the tight mouth of her fuckhole as if it were coming home.
"Ooooooh, my cunt feels like it was made just to hold your magnificent cock," she crooned softly, still circling the base of his cock with her fingers.
"Holy shit!" he groaned, sinking his prick into her. "Every fuckin' time I fuck into your pussy it feels like the first time. Fuck, it feels better than the first time!
She grinned at him, completely captivated by his compliment. "And the fucking just keeps on getting better, too."
"Something to look forward to," he chuckled, flexing his hips to drive his prick even deeper in her cunt.
Kim lifted her hips, bringing up her legs, allowing him an even better way to stuff every cunt-fucking inch of his cock in her horny cunt. Like a vacuum, her needy pussy sucked and gobbled the full length of his prick.
He arched his body, beginning a frantically pleasing friction against her swollen clit. By flexing his hips and working his huge cock back and forth slightly, he rhythmically massaged her horny little clit.
"God, I like that!" she wailed. "That's fuckin' me just right."
She groaned savagely and pushed her hips against him, making his pulsing prick spear deeply into her pussy. Her fingers closed around his taut, hairy balls and stroked them as he pumped into her pussy.
"I want all of your prick," she squealed suddenly. "I want all you've got... don't hold back, you fuckin' stallion! Give me every inch of your cock... fuck me as deep and hard as you can!"
Brett forced his blood-thickened prick into the deepest part of her greedy pussy with harsh thrusts and heard the happy grunts of satisfaction coming from the lusty receptionist.
"Uuuunnnggghhhh, what a great fuck you are!" she moaned.
"I'm the best fuck you'll ever have!" he boasted, and he saw the lewd confirmation in her eyes.
Kim's cries and moans became steadily more intense as Brett fucked into her sucking pussy in fast, savage strokes. She answered every fierce fucking motion of his with an upward push of her own, making his driving cock become imbedded clear to his hard, hot nuts. Her cunt muscles twitched crazily as the sensations overlapped. She felt pure physical excitement from head to toe.
No matter how they tried to build the pleasure even higher, their overloaded bodies reached the point of no-return all too soon. Their orgasm was mutual and totally overwhelming. A jolt of heat exploded between them, rushing through their fucking bodies in waves of crackling excitement.
"Oh, shit!" Brett bellowed, stiffening against the ravenous sucking of her fuckhole. "That's so fuckin' good!"
Kim felt like fragrant warm water bathed her body, and a sweet satisfaction made her quiver happily. "I didn't realize how much I needed this fuck," she murmured.
Brett leaned down and licked the glistening beads of sweat from her flushed tits. "I realized it," he laughed softly. "And, being the concerned kind of boss that I am, I just knew I had to help you out by fucking the shit out of you!"
"Well, of course. Your pleasure really had nothing to do with it, did it?"
"Oh, perhaps, just a bit," he conceded. "But your need to fuck was my biggest concern, believe me.
"The biggest thing of all hangs between your legs," she quipped, flexing her pussy muscles to squeeze his softening cock.
Kim rolled her eyes and groaned. Brett gave her rosy, damp nipples a teasing nip and pulled away from her. He coughed and padded over to the bar, pouring himself a drink. He drank half of it down and poured a second drink, bringing it over to where she lay sprawled on the sofa.
"Damn, my throat's as dry as your cunt is wet," he chuckled.
"I know the feeling... mmmm, that hits the spot," she said, taking a big gulp of the potent drink.
Brett looked at the clock on the paneled wall of his office. "Shit."
Kim looked at him. "What's wrong?"
He was hurrying back into his clothes. "Great as that fuck was, now I'm late for an appointment."
"I thought you had the day free," Kim said, surprised. Usually she handled the setting up of his appointments.
"Just winding up that deal on Jake Williams' property."
Kim was instantly alert. "That buyer has made an offer?"
"Yeah, informally," Brett said. "I'm supposed to talk to Jake about the terms this afternoon. Shouldn't be any hassle, Jake's anxious to sell. We'll be able to sign the papers tomorrow, I should think."
Kim had only begun to gather her things, when Brett grabbed his briefcase and breezed out the door.
She felt a flutter of fear and hoped fervently that Brett was right... that tomorrow would end the whole Jake Williams-Sam Foster mess.
CHAPTER NINE
Fire!
The radio newscaster's voice finally made Kim stop and listen as she dressed for work the next morning. She stood still, her face white, as the details of the previous night's fire were so calmly reported.
"Oh, my God," she moaned.
The news report ended, and she switched off the radio. Hurrying into her clothes, she left the house and rushed to work.
Jake Williams' beautiful home and much of his meticulously landscaped lawn had been destroyed by a fire the night before. A fire the authorities claimed to be very suspicious and likely the result of arson. The brief, matter-of-fact newscast she'd heard had ended with the statement that state fire officials had been called in to investigate.
The shock she felt was mirrored on the faces of her co-workers. One look, as she walked in the agency's door, told her that all had heard the report of the fire.
Dave and Jim looked highly pissed-off and talked of the fire with harsh obscenities. Kim was surprised to see even Brian at the office. Usually, he preferred to take in his share of the company's profits from Brett and spend the rest of his time sailing or partying. Now he sat drinking coffee with a harsh, sullen look on his handsome features.
As she stood there, Brett walked out of his office and toward the front reception area. When she saw him, she gasped. He looked physically ill, yet furiously angry at the same time. He stopped short when he noticed her.
His mouth twisted in an ugly grimace. "I see you've heard the delightful news."
"I... I'm sorry, Brett," she said lamely.
He snorted and rasped out, "Sorry. Sure, you're sorry... I'm sorry... Jake's sure as hell sorry. The whole fuckin' place is sorry. Sorry doesn't get back the biggest goddamn commission this business has seen in a long time!"
Kim winced and started to speak, but was interrupted by Brett's continued tirade.
"Sorry doesn't bring back one of the most dramatic and beautiful homes in the whole fuckin' town. God!" He stopped abruptly and ran a hand through his hair, then started for the door, brushing by Kim almost roughly.
"Brett! Where are you going?" she gasped.
"I'm going out and get drunk, piss-eyed drunk,' he snapped. "And I'm going to stay drunk for a long, long time."
He slammed out the door. Kim and the three men looked at each other anxiously. Though he drank often, Brett's action was totally out-of-character.
"Never thought I'd see that," Brian murmured, staring at the door. He looked very shaken and not at all like the charming playboy he'd been before.
Of course, Kim thought somewhat cynically, the loss of all that money would make him look so depressed.
"Big brother Brett had a good idea," Brian murmured. He stood and gave them all a mocking bow. "I go now to follow my illustrious brother's example and get stinkin'-ass drunk."
Soon after Brian left, the other two men found lame excuses to get out of the office as well. Kim was relieved in a way. At least the office would be quiet, and she had a lot to think about!
Though no one had mentioned the name, she was sure they were all thinking of the same thing. Sam Foster. From the start, she hadn't trusted the way he had seemed to take the loss of the Williams listing so meekly. The others had appeared to accept it totally.
Kim's depressing thoughts were halted by the soft sound of the front door opening. She looked up and brightened at the sight of a tall, well-dressed man walking toward her with a warm, friendly gleam in his eye.
She smiled. "May I help you?" she asked brightly.
"I certainly hope so," he answered smoothly. He came to stand directly in front of her desk, smiling down at her.
In a movement so rapid she almost wondered if it had happened, she saw his eyes flick over her body in a caressing, appreciative manner. Automatically, she sat erect, knowing the motion brought the fullness of her tits into view.
"What can I do for you?" she asked, letting the barest seductive tone linger in her voice.
"Oh, honey, I'd tell you exactly what you could do for me--in detail--if I weren't on duty."
Kim started and went pale. "On duty?" She swallowed, then continued, "You... are you a... " He flashed a leather folder out and flipped it open to reveal an identification card and a gleaming gold badge. "Lieutenant Grant. Jared Grant. And you're?"
Subdued, she murmured her name. She felt, rather than saw, him move around the desk to stand beside her. She jumped as she felt his hand trace lightly along the curve of her cheek, lifting her chin as he leaned over.
Against the softness of her parted lips he murmured: "You make me wish I weren't on duty... ever." His tongue, warm and rasping, licked the outline of her lips before his mouth moved against hers.
Aroused by the erotic taste and feel of his mouth and his probing tongue, Kim rose from her chair and into his arms. She shivered slightly as her belly contacted the pulsing, rock-hard warmth of his fully erect cock. Even through their layers of clothing, Kim could feel the searing heat of the sexy detective's ready-to-fuck cock.
Though he'd said he had no time to take her up on the silent invitation to fuck glinting in her eyes, he certainly was in no hurry to end their deep, wet kiss. He continued to ravage her mouth, probing the soft moist inner flesh with his long, thick tongue.
Kim inched even closer to the exciting animal-heat of his body, molding her curves against him. She ground her hips against the hard bulge of his cock and began to have visions of his meaty prick shaft rammed into her juicy pussy.
"I like the way you investigate everything so thoroughly," Kim murmured against his mouth. "But maybe I shouldn't trust you... you're carrying a concealed weapon." As she spoke, her hips thrust up against the full tube of cock flesh straining the fabric of his trousers.
"Yeah, my gun's all cocked," he grinned.
She nibbled at his lips. "Want to frisk me? I think you'd better do a total body search, don't you?"
He cupped the swollen fruit of her tits, squeezing and massaging her fat tit mounds.
"That sounds just the... " A shrill, pealing buzz sounded abruptly from between them, and Kim jumped.
"Shit!" The lieutenant let go of Kim and pulled a small, loudly buzzing metal box from his suit pocket. He pushed a button, returned it to his pocket and moved to Kim's desk, picking up the phone and dialing.
Still trembling from the erotic electricity between them, Kim merely stood, watching him. He spoke to someone briefly, frowned, and slammed down the phone.
"Saved by the bell," he grunted, with a wry smile.
Kim looked at him expectantly, obviously still in the throes of a powerful arousal that had been short-circuited.
The detective sighed, and took a notebook from the inner pocket of his suit coat. "Gonna have to take a raincheck, honey. That was my superior. Got to hurry up with the investigation here and get the fuck back to the fire site."
Now Kim understood exactly what the sexy young cop wanted. "It's about Mr. Williams' fire last night," she said without expression.
"You got it, honey. I want to ask you some questions, then I need to talk to your boss, and to a Dave Bradley. They were both involved in the negotiations, I believe?"
"Uh, yes," Kim stammered, "but they're gone."
He looked at her with raised eyebrows, and she realized how abrupt the words had sounded. "I don't mean gone, gone... see, this was a pretty big deal, big commission, and they felt... well, they said they were going out and get drunk."
"I might be tempted to do the same," he said.
Kim couldn't contain her thoughts any longer. "Why are you questioning the agency? Surely you don't suspect anyone here had something to do with that fire? What would be the point, when we lose the commission from the sale?"
The detective looked at her in silence, as if considering her words. Then he smiled, and Kim felt herself relax.
"Don't get so worked up," he teased her gently. "No one's accusing anyone here... of anything. But this fire did happen just prior to the closing of the sale of the home and property. Naturally, we have to check out all the angles, just in case. That's why my boss got on my case. He was going to just send one of the rookie detectives over to interview you people. I'm glad now I decided to handle it myself. Now listen, honey, let's get on with it, okay?"
Kim smiled and agreed, but her thoughts were busy. There was no way she could accuse Sam Foster of anything, no matter how much she believed he was responsible. All her instincts told her this was the professional job of a torch, hired by Sam Foster. But she had no proof other than her suspicions.
Kim's composure remained until after the lusty young detective walked out of the agency's door. Then she gave a huge sigh, closing her eyes.
She'd done just what she planned, keeping her suspicions to herself. And though he hadn't spoken of it, she was sure the police would be talking to the Foster Realty people. Jake, she was sure, wouldn't hesitate to tell them about switching from Foster to the Anderson Agency.
Kim grinned. "As long as he doesn't tell them why."
She tried to get some work done, but it was useless. Getting herself a fresh cup of coffee, she sat back down and let her tumbling thoughts take over.
"Back to square one," she murmured wryly.
As if in answer, the phone rang. Kim looked at it. She knew who it would be.
"Anderson Agency, may I help you?" Her voice was breathless, and she hated herself for betraying the flush of excitement coursing through her veins.
"Hello, Kim." His voice, in contrast, was suave and contained a hint of amusement.
"Mr. Foster. Somehow, I'm not surprised to hear from you," she said, trying vainly to sound cool and composed. "Have the police been to see you?"
He chuckled, and Kim felt a shiver run up her spine.
"Oh, yes, they've been here and gone."
He offered nothing more, and Kim was annoyed. "Well?"
"Well what?"
That threw her. "Well, did... did anything happen?" she asked, finally.
The man laughed, an easy, amused laugh. "In other words," he said, "did I do it and are they going to arrest me? No, Kim. No on both counts."
So he's denying he had any part in the fire, Kim thought, and didn't believe him.
"You're not convinced, I'm sure," Foster continued. "Well, pet, that's too bad, but I'm not about to try and assure you of my innocence. Let me say just one thing. I know Jake Williams from way back... back when he had nothing and started building that fortune of his. And one thing Jake never does... and that is give up something he's decided to get rid of."
"What? That doesn't make sense," Kim protested.
"Oh, it does, I'm sure, to someone like Jake," Foster replied. "He hates to have his possessions belonging to others... but he no longer wanted that fancy showplace, either."
"And his switching to the agency didn't bother you at all," Kim said snidely.
"Of course it did, my pet," the man answered. "But in that talk with Williams, when he told me he was switching to your business, I got the distinct impression that it would end up to my advantage anyway. As I said, I've known Jake for a long, long time." "Well, then why didn't you warn us?" Kim retorted.
"I didn't want to," he said, the sound of laughter back in his voice. "Enough of this, pretty Kim. That's not the reason I called... and I'm sure you know that. Don't be coy, sweet. That offer I made once still stands... are you taking me up on it?"
Kim couldn't restrain her curiosity and longing further. "I don't want to work for you," she said slowly. "I really do like my job, and the loss of this commission won't break the firm. But... but, I... I do want to fuck you. I... oh, shit, I want to fuck you!"
The man didn't bother to hide the triumph in his voice. "I knew you'd admit your own lust eventually, my pet. Now, I dislike some preliminaries, so be an angel and get rid of your panties and bra... I'll be over in a few minutes."
He hung up abruptly, and Kim sat, staring at the buzzing receiver. Then, with a quiver of horny excitement, she hurried to do just what he'd instructed.
CHAPTER TEN
At the discreet sound of a horn out front, Kim grabbed her purse and let herself out of the Anderson Agency, locking the door after her. She realized, in her lusty anticipation, she'd neglected to leave a note, in case Brett did happen to come back before five. Shrugging, she realized she really didn't care.
All that mattered now was satisfying the building ache in her hot little pussy. Even though she expected a sleek, expensive sort of car, Kim was stopped short as she took in the gleaming black limousine, parked and purring, in front of the building. Gray tinted windows in the back hid the occupant from view, but as she approached, the back door was pushed open for her.
Trembling, feeling her moist thighs rubbing together, Kim bent and moved into the luxurious automobile, settling against the dove-gray velvet seat with a sigh.
She turned to the man beside her. He was watching her with a sensual, heavy-lidded look, and when he reached out to her, she smiled invitingly. Her smile ended abruptly when, instead of the tender caress she expected, he rudely pushed his hand up under the hem of her skirt, forcing up between her legs to the dewy softness of her pussy.
Just as quickly, after forcefully fingering the creamy warmth of her cunt, Sam Foster withdrew his hand. The car started up and pulled out into the traffic.
"Just checking to see if you followed my orders, my pet."
Kim's eyes flickered to the front of the limo at the smartly uniformed chauffeur, and she remained silent, still shocked from the crude caress of her cunt.
Foster's gaze followed her look. Leaning forward, he pushed a button on a panel full of buttons. A sheet of glass purred up from a slot fitted in the back of the front seat, separating the driver from the rest of the limo. The touch of another button caused a small sliding door to open, revealing an assortment of bottles and glasses.
Kim couldn't help but be impressed with the many luxuries of the expensive car, but she also noticed that the rear-view mirror at the front of the car was positioned so that the young, virile-looking chauffeur had a perfect view of them, glass shield or not.
"Maybe he can't hear us," Kim said finally, nodding toward the driver, "but he can still see."
Foster looked into her eyes, his gaze almost hypnotic. He gave her a smile. "Of course he can still see. Young Larson there is an excellent chauffeur, and good help isn't always easy to come by these days, you know. He's quite devoted to me... so I... um, allow him his little treat now and then."
Kim fumed silently and knew Foster realized she was angry. But she could do little about it, even though she resented this obvious ploy, a bending of her will to his by allowing his driver full view of whatever would happen between them.
She would go along with it--had no other choice --and she knew it. She couldn't deny the power Sam Foster had over her. By coming to him of her own free will, she was admitting that very thing. But she vowed she could at least sound unconcerned.
Kim leaned back in the cushiony seat, winked at the driver's reflection in the rear-view mirror and purred: "The more, the merrier. How about fixing me a drink?"
The man threw back his sleek head and roared with laughter. Kim's smile grew a bit forced as he continued to laugh at her weak show of bravado.
"Ah, my. sweet--what a performance," he chuckled, rummaging in the small bar. "One can only dream of the aggressiveness you'll bring to other... shall we say, performances?"
He handed her a glass, and Kim hastily took a gulp, turning to stare out the smoke-tinted window.
Smoothly and silently, the sleek limousine was heading out of the city, into the rolling countryside. Kim wondered just where they were headed. She'd expected to be taken to Foster's famous penthouse apartment or some other equally sophisticated setting. Somehow, this suave real estate tycoon didn't seem like the romp in the woods type at all.
Kim felt as transparent as glass when Foster commented: "As it happens, I do like the out-of-doors."
She gasped and turned to stare at him. "How did you know what I was thinking?"
"Your face is as open as a book," he murmured. He took the glass from her hand and moved beside her on the wide, soft seat.
His hands were insistent as they tugged at the buttons of her sheer silk blouse. He sighed in appreciation as he pushed away the soft material, sliding it back over her shoulders and down her arms.
Her tits jutted, naked and slightly swaying, her rosy nipples erect and throbbing. Her head arched back against the high back of the seat as he cupped the full mounds of her tits.' "Lovely... so lovely," he murmured, a catch in his voice betraying his rising lust.
Foster hefted the fullness of her tits in his hands, as if testing their weight. He could see her creamy tit flesh flushing as she grew more aroused from his touch. His fingers traced the faint blue veins arrowing toward her puckered dusky pink nipples.
Though Kim tried to hold it back, she felt a deep throaty moan escaping her as he skillfully played with her aching tits. An answering, demanding ache was rapidly building in her pussy.
Foster's mouth felt cold, chilled from the drink he'd had, as he covered the jutting tip of her swollen tit. He sucked at the fullness of her tit, drawing it into his mouth. She shivered as the slight scrape of his teeth caused flashing electric sensations.
He sucked at her tit leisurely, while his hand teased and caressed her other fleshy tit mound. Her nipples, already lust-thickened, grew even more erect and pulsed with erotic need.
Kim's hands rested against the nape of his neck, her fingers curled in his hair. With a sob, she pressed, pulling his head even harder against the thrust of her tit in his mouth. She squirmed in the seat, her thighs rubbing together moistly. She could feel the cunt juice oozing from her horny cunt--could almost hear the insistent throbbing beat of her desire.
Foster drew back, his lips closing finally around the full-standing stub of her nipple. He pulled at it, making her tit lift up and out, then he closed around it with his teeth.
"Unnnnnggggghhhhh, my God," she moaned.
The tiny sharp nips of his teeth on her engorged nipple felt like pinpricks of fire. The way he gnawed and bit at her puckered tit peak felt so good, she quivered violently.
Leaning over her, Sam transferred his attention to her other tit while his hand kept the carnal fire blazing in the tit he deserted. Again, she felt the sweet sucking sensation as he enveloped her pulsing tit with his mouth.
The rhythmic sway of the limousine only served to increase Kim's powerful arousal. Even the knowledge that Foster's horny chauffeur was watching, didn't curb her growing lust... only added to it. She squirmed around until she was nearly stretched out full length on the soft seat, with the exciting pressure of Sam's lean body against hers.
The lustful tycoon pushed her skirt up, then changed course and tugged at the side zipper.
"Lift your hips, pet," he murmured throatily.
Kim obeyed, arching her pelvis upward and dimly feeling her skirt slide down her legs. Now the cool, air-conditioned air bathed her nude body, helping somewhat to cool the fiery inferno raging within her.
The car swerved abruptly, and her eyes flew open. At another slight swerve, she looked toward the front of the car. Her gaze met a dark smoldering look from the driver, through the mirror. The raw, naked lust she saw made her shiver.
"Larson." Foster's voice was soft, but menacing. "Your time will come, so please, do concentrate on getting us there without an accident."
Sam Foster turned back to Kim, running his hands over the supple skin of her hips, her thighs, up to the sloping thrust of her tits. "How I've waited for this."
"Would you really have tried to ruin the agency, just to fuck me?"
Foster smiled mysteriously. "That's unimportant now, don't you think?"
"Yes... it's very unimportant... the only thing that matters now is you... what you're doing to me. How sexy it makes me feel."
"And?"
"And... and, I don't want it to stop, not for a long, long time," she gasped, wanting to fuck him more than she would have thought possible.
"Just what I wanted to hear."
"Go ahead and gloat," Kim grunted. "I don't care, just keep giving me what I need!"
Foster grinned, and leaned over her, running his rasping tongue over the sensitive skin of her belly. Lightly, he tongued the depression of her navel, making her moan at the pleasure it produced.
"Mmmmmmm, that feels wonderful!" she panted. "Keep going, lover... get that great tongue of yours in my cunt where it belongs. C'mon, Sam... eat my cunt--eat me out now!"
He continued, moving his mouth to the tangle of blonde curls covering her hot pussy. Pushing her legs farther apart, he nosed his way into the wet heat of her pussy.
"Oh, God, yes... that's it, suck my cunt!" she moaned fervently, her hips jerking spasmodically at his touch.
Sam breathed in the musky scent of her pussy, and his tongue flicked out, tasting her creamy cunt juice.
Slowly and deeply, Sam licked the full length of Kim's upturned pussy. His tongue rasped along her creamy cunt slit, from the tight pucker of her asshole to the soft hair edging her cunt mound. He explored her swollen cuntlips eagerly, licking and tasting every inch of her pulsing pussy.
"Oh, ooooohhhhhhh," she groaned.
Sam nipped at the fleshy folds of her pussy lips, devouring her sweet cunt flesh in a highly erotic way. His tongue curled around her clit, and she bit her lips to hold back a scream. It felt so incredibly sexy, and she felt her lust rising higher and higher.
The sexy taste of her pussy was turning the horny realtor on wildly. He had admirable control, though--developed over the years and from the hundreds of women he'd fucked. He knew the pleasure only increased when enjoyed leisurely.
Kim's tender clit throbbed and grew harder and longer as Sam sucked and nipped at it. Her sensitive cunt nub was sending off signals of pleasure like an overactive telegraph.
"Mmmmmmm," she panted. "That feels so... fuckin'... fantastic!"
Her desire was growing. Sam's talented pussy-eating was driving her wild. Her pussy was hot as a furnace and ready to explode. She shrieked and humped his face when she felt him pump his super-long tongue in the clenched mouth of her cunthole.
"Yes, oh yesssssss."
Sam stroked his tongue in and out of her pussy, fucking her as deeply as he could. The tight walls of her cunt closed around his invading tongue, milking it as if it was a cock. He could feel the muscles of her hips twitching out of control.
"Shit... oh, I love it!" she wailed. "I love the way you eat cunt, baby. I'm almost there. I'm... I'm... uuuuunnnnngghh!"
She hunched against Sam's face in a desperate tempo as the waves of orgasm crashed inside of her. Everything started to go black, and she felt dizzy from the ferocious frenzy of her climax.
Dimly, Kim heard Foster speak as he moved his hand to her twitching pussy. "Rest now, pet... my own needs will keep for a little while. The best is yet to come."
* * *
Kim came awake slowly, the languor of orgasm still with her. She opened her eyes and gasped. She was alone. Alone, naked, seemingly in the middle of a wooded area, lying on a blanket.
She was afraid, her heart pounding wildly. Then she heard voices in the distance. She gave a sigh of relief and started to look around for something to cover herself with, finally tugging at the blanket she sat on.
Sam Foster and his chauffeur, Larson, emerged from the dense woods. Both were naked, their bodies glistening damply.
Kim had a few seconds in which to feast her eyes on their nude forms--compare them. Though there was nearly thirty years difference in the ages of employer and employee, both men were obviously very physically fit. She admired the subtle rippling of their firm muscles as they walked.
Larson was a bit taller than Foster, with a thicker build. The hair on his head and the mat of fur across his chest was thick and black, while Sam's was as salt-and-pepper as the hair on his head. Though unaroused, both men had big cocks.
Foster waved to her as they neared her. "Awake at last, I see. While you slept, Larson and I had time for a refreshing swim in the stream south of here. Now we're ready for something even more refreshing... you."
Larson's thick prick was lifting, thickening with lust. Kim couldn't help but watch as his cock stiffened. Foster saw the angle of her gaze and laughed, his own cock beginning to show his arousal.
"Fuck her, Larson," he said casually, with a wave toward Kim. "From the look of your cock, you'd better take the edge off while I go get something tall and cool to drink. Go ahead and fuck her."
Kim sat on the blanket, trembling, awaiting the approach of the virile young stud. Thoroughly rested now, she was as ready as they obviously were to enjoy a good hard fuck.
Larson had other ideas. He walked up, standing before her with his jutting length of cock pointing right at her face.
"Wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my prick," he rasped, his voice taut and hoarse with passion.
Kim eyed his meaty cock, swaying so temptingly in front of her face. She sighed happily as he edged even closer, the fat head of his cock only inches from her mouth.
"That sounds like a terrific idea," she murmured sexily. "Your cock looks good enough to eat, and I think I'll do just that."
"Enjoy yourself, honey," the horny chauffeur said.
Sitting with her legs tucked under her, Kim ran her hands up the side of his legs and hips. She reached around and traced the curve of his tight, muscular ass, cupping the cheeks of his ass, squeezing firmly. His cock jerked, surging as it became even more blood-engorged.
"You've got a great cock," she said, licking her lips.
"So get on with it," he rasped, "suck my prick off, dammit."
Kim leaned in, curled her tongue over and around his mushroom-shaped cockhead. His prick tasted clean and wet and musky. A taste that made her want to suck his cock more--much more.
Her soft lips formed a small circle pressed against the bulging tip of his lust-thickened prick. As she pushed forward, she felt her lips give, stretching to accommodate his huge tube of cock meat.
Kim closed her eyes, savoring the steamy aroma of his firm body and the exotic flavor of his burgeoning prick. She trembled with building passion as his cock slipped inch by inch into the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
"Aaaahhh, shit," Larson groaned. "You sweet little cocksucker. That mouth of yours is so fuckin' hot and wet!"
Kim let her throat muscles relax, sucking at the young man's horny hot prick. Soon her face was pressed against the tangle of cock hair at his groin. She could feel his huge, taut balls pushed against her chin.
"That's it, baby," he growled. "Take all my cock for me. Take all my cock in that greedy little mouth of yours."
Though his prick was big, Kim's excellent muscle control let her fill her mouth and throat with his cock meat. She drew her cheeks in, sucking at the tasty shaft of his cock. Her hands, still on the cheeks of his ass, pulled, forcing his cock even farther down her throat.
"Son-of-a-bitch, that's the best suck I've had in a long time!"
Kim was enjoying herself thoroughly. She knew she gave good head, and it had to be because she loved sucking cock nearly as much as she loved to fuck. Eagerly, she gobbled at his thick prick, rubbing her face against his musky groin.
Larson groaned, his voice sounding low and gruff. He started slowly to fuck in and out of her mouth, drawing back each time until only the very tip of his cock was left imbedded in her mouth.
"Aaawwwww, shit!" he snorted, stroking his cock into her mouth in faster and harder lunges.
She felt his hard nuts quiver as he pumped into her mouth, knowing his climax was only moments away. Already, she trembled with anticipation for the rushing tide of his milky cum.
Kim kept sucking and pulling at his enraged prick as he fucked into her willing mouth. Briefly, she wondered what had happened to Foster. This certainly hadn't turned out the way she had expected! Foster hadn't even fucked her yet, though he'd brought her to climax with his talented pussy-eating. Now, he was letting his chauffeur take a turn at her, with seeming unconcern.
"Holy shit," Larson bellowed suddenly. His hips pounded a frantic tempo as he fucked into her mouth, his prick erupting in a tide of foamy cum.
Kim tilted her head back, gulping steadily at the hot, molten tide of his cum. She could feel the heat of his climax echo in the deepest part of her aching pussy, but was denied the real release of coming, too. Still, she thoroughly enjoyed the erotic sensation of swallowing the handsome young man's thick, pulpy cum.
Spurt after spurt of jism jetted into Kim's throat, and she moaned in ecstasy. Just as the tide of cum dwindled, she felt herself pulled from his cock by rough hands and pushed to the blanket on her hands and knees.
"My turn now, you hot bitch!" Sam Foster growled, as he stroked his huge cock into the wet, warm crevice between her spread thighs.
Kim turned to look at him over her shoulder and smiled with cum-slickened lips. This was what she wanted--what she needed.
"Mmmmmmm, Sam... I can hardly wait to feel that great, fat cock of yours shoved up my pussy," she panted. "I'm so, so hot."
"Don't I know it," he grunted. He slid the thick length of his cock along the sticky slit of her cunt, exciting the receptionist to a fever pitch.
"Don't tease me so," she protested huskily. "Sucking cock makes me so damned horny, and I need fucking. Ram your cock in me, Sam... fuck me now."
"Watching you suck off Larson made me hot as a furnace too," he rasped out. "I just about came watching that pretty throat of yours bob when you swallowed his cum. Now I'm ready for my turn at fucking you."
"Then do it--fuck me hard--as hard as you can!"
Sam merely grunted and slid his hands around her hips and lifted her as he drove his prick deeply into the greedy mouth of her cunthole. His trim belly slapped against her upthrust hips as he entered her cunt from behind.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeeeee!" she shrieked, arms and legs jerking spasmodically from the fierce onslaught of his fucking.
Foster used his enormous cock like a battering ram, slamming into Kim's clutching cunt with shocking intensity. The friction his harsh fucking produced made her pussy feel raw and terrifically aroused. She could feel how her clit pulsed and throbbed with overloaded desire. The squishy wet sound of his prick slicing into her cunt was so exciting, she trembled uncontrollably.
"Oh, ooooohhhhhhh! This is going to be a fuck to end all fucks!" she panted. "I can tell, it's going to be fuckin' fantastic, 'cause you're the best, baby... the absolute best."
"The day is young yet," Foster hissed. Holding Kim at the waist, his big hands nearly spanning her slim middle, he used the leverage to slam home his engorged cock. His hairy, tight balls bounced against her upthrust ass as he fucked away. His eyes glittered as the girl's response became wilder and more unrestrained.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck!" she wailed. "Fuck the shit out of me, you horny bastard!"
Foster laughed. He reared back and sat on his haunches, bringing Kim's quivering body with him. His knees pushed her legs apart as she sat back on his lap, impaled on his surging cock. He covered the jiggling melons of her tits with his hands, squeezing her fleshy tit mounds.
Kim was held fast. And she loved it. The position made the pumping of his prick a pounding surf of pleasure--wave after wave of pure physical sensation.
"Yes, oh shit, yes!" she gasped.
"You stallion... you great fucking stallion!" Kim whimpered passionately. "I love your cock, I really do."
"You're getting my cock," he rasped hoarsely. "You're getting every damned inch of prick I can give you."
Kim thrilled to the swift stroking of his meaty cock shaft. Her cunt felt filled with his prick-alive and attuned to the feel and the scent and the powerful vibrations his cock radiated.
Her nerves were so taut, they felt as fragile as crystal. And they could be just as easily shattered, if her pre-cum tremors were any indication of the orgasmic eruption about to happen. As much as she wished to prolong the delectable sensations, she yearned, too, for the blissful release of climax.
With a helpless, hopeless wail of joy, Kim convulsed as Sam jabbed his cock in her. Her heart pounded erratically, and the edge of her vision grew dark.
Foster let out a bellow of delight and hunched against her with an incredible, balls-deep fuck thrust, then emptied his hot load of cum into her waiting fuck tunnel.
"Oh, my God!" she babbled. "It's as fantastic as I thought it would be... oh, shit, I feel like I'm going to come forever and ever!"
Her cunt clenched and sucked at Sam's pulsing prick like a cruel vise, draining him of cum.
Sated at last, they relaxed, slumping down on the blanket. Kim looked around through slitted, still-glassy eyes and gave a startled gasp. Only a few feet away, his head thrown back and his teeth clenched in a frenzy, Larson pumped his cock to completion, the thick jets of his cum pumping out in a high arch onto the grass.
She heard Sam chuckle and saw that he was also watching Larson jack off. "Seems like someone is destined to be left out," he murmured. "At least, until now."
Larson turned to Kim, his eyes flickering over her rosy, dewy body. "What's he got in mind, now?"
She laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Who knows? Something wonderfully wicked, I hope."
"Yeah," he grinned.
Sam walked up to them, holding three bottles of champagne aloft. "Nectar of the gods!" he said with a laugh.
They jostled and laughed as they each took a bottle and worked the corks loose. Three loud pops sounded, and they gulped at the foaming liquid.
"Aaaah, delicious!" Sam sighed. "Almost as delicious as your pussy, sweet Kim."
"I wouldn't know about that," Larson grumbled good-naturedly.
"Uuuuummm," Kim moaned. "C'mon, Larson --drink from my pussy."
He needed no urging, at once roughly pushing her to the blanket and spreading her legs wide apart. She brought her legs up, then let her knees separate, crudely exposing the tender pink meat of her pussy.
"Suck my cunt, baby!" she urged him hoarsely.
He scrambled around to kneel between her wide-flung knees, staring at the juicy treasure of her pussy with a fierce, lustful look in his eyes.
"Jesus, I'm gonna love the shit out of sucking your cunt!" he gasped.
He tipped the bottle, drenching her pulsing pussy with the chilled wine. She jerked slightly as the cool liquid dribbled down into her pussy.
"Ooooohhhh, that's cold!"
"I'll warm you up, baby," he boasted.
Before the champagne could ooze away, he mashed his face into Kim's eager cunt. The wine mingled with her sticky cunt cream, drenching her pussy. He lapped it up, running his tongue up and down her pussy.
Foster concentrated on her soft, swollen tits, bathing them with the wine, then licking it away with long, slow strokes. His tongue rasped up and down the swaying slopes of her full tits, teasing and flicking at her full-standing pink nipples. .' Kim loved the double pleasure of having both Foster and his employee lick and lap at her cunt and tits. She gave herself up to the delightful feelings.
The bottles of champagne were soon emptied, dribbled over her aching tits and poured into the quivering hole of her pussy. She squealed, lost in a delirium of lust as Larson's mouth fastened on the ultra-sensitive lump of her clit.
"Yes, yesssssss," she hissed. "Suck my cunt, you big-cocked stud... suck my pussy, and eat me out."
Foster's teeth on her tender nipples made her cry out again as brand new sparks of excitement flared in her glowing body. She shivered at the raw, vivid sensations, sharply aware of excitement in every horny cell of her body.
"Oh, God--I need more. Please, oh please... fuck me! Fuck me, one of you! Both of you--I don't care, just fuck meeeeeeeee!"
Larson left the tasty morsel of her pussy with obvious reluctance. Foster, too, left the tender treat of her soft, silky tits. The two men looked at each other, then grinned.
"Well, boss," Larson said, "what's it to be-- heads or tails?"
"I only wish I could enjoy both at once," Sam Foster answered ruefully. "You want tails?"
"Yeah, I sure do," he said, eyeing Kim's moist, steamy pussy greedily.
"So do I," Foster grunted. "But it's her ass I want most... we'll fuck her together."
Kim lay still, watching them through passion-glazed eyes. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and she ached for someone... anyone... to give her the royal fucking she needed so urgently.
Larson pushed between her legs, resting the plump head of his cock at the juicy opening of her fuckhole. She groaned and arched her hips, trying to force his cock into the aching void of her pussy.
With a loud, satisfied groan, Larson drove his prick into her in a single, clean stroke, burying his raging prick to the hilt in her cunt. Kim shrieked at the shocking invasion of her cunt and shuddered wildly.
Larson's fat, long cock pounded into her cunt, making wet slurping noises for a few moments. Then, he grabbed her by the ass, rolling over on his side with her leg flung over his hips.
Foster hurried to move in along Kim's sweaty back, his fierce, rock-hard cock jutting from the tangle of coarse cock hair at his groin. His bulging prick prodded the humid crack of her ass, and he slipped his arms around her, cupping the heavy mounds of her swollen tits.
Insistently, Foster pressed the thick crown of his cock against the tight, clenched mouth of her asshole while Larson fucked away, rhythmically stroking his cock into her sucking pussy.
Rapidly, Foster pushed his horny prick into the tiny elastic opening of Kim's asshole. He felt her asshole give, flowering open in acceptance of his driving cock. Smoothly, firmly, he inched his wide, burgeoning cock into the steamy depths of her ass.
"Oh, fuck!" she whimpered. "I feel stuffed with cock, and it's one glorious feeling!" She alternately hunched forward and backward, against the fierce fuck-force of each of the two men. "A great big cock in my mouth would really do the trick!"
"Greedy cunt," Foster gritted and chuckled. "Larson, sometimes I think there's no satisfying this woman!"
"Don't bet on it," grunted Larson, fucking her strongly. "We got the cocks to get the job done and make her love every minute of it."
Both men crammed their cocks into Kim, fucking steadily into her writhing cunt and gripping asshole, separated by just a thin wall of flesh. She thrilled to the double fucking friction, addicted to the stimulating pleasure it gave her.
Foster squeezed her tits together as he ground his horny cock into the entire length of her ass chute, making his balls slap against her ass. On the other side of her body, Larson flexed his ass sharply and quickly, fucking savagely into her creaming cunt.
Kim felt a hot glow of exquisite sensation flood her dewy wet pussy. Her asshole was spasming steadily, milking Foster's meaty cock shaft, and she realized her climax was only seconds away.
"Fuck me hard!" she pleaded. "I'm so close... shit! I'm so close. Fuck me hard and fast!"
The men pistoned their pricks into the thrashing, screaming girl relentlessly. They increased their fucking tempo, pounding her until she thought she would faint from the excruciatingly wonderful fucking.
Her cunt trembled at the brink, then exploded in a swift gush of cunt cream as rippling waves of orgasmic fire spread through her body. The two cocks ripped into her ass and cunt, feeding her climax.
The two horny men lasted only seconds longer than Kim. The harsh sounds of their groans and grunts echoed eerily in the woods as they erupted into orgasm, pumping spurt after spurt of thick, milky cum deep into the woman's quivering cunt and throbbing asshole.
The three of them slumped together, a wet, sticky tangle of arms and legs.
"I haven't felt so totally fucked in a long, long time!" Kim gasped. "Maybe never... right now I can't even think straight."
"Yeah, I know the feeling," Larson grunted.
Soon their labored heartbeats slowed, and their breathing returned to normal. Sam sat up, then got up and started gathering the champagne bottles they'd tossed aside.
"Let's get going," he said, grinning, as he gave Kim a playful swat on her ass.
"Hmmmmm, do we have to?" She was so drowsy now, all she wanted to do was take a nice long nap.
"Yes, we do," Foster said firmly. "Delightful as this diversion was, I still have a business to run, you know."
"Oh, all right," she grumbled.
"Don't worry," he assured her. "This was just a sample of fucks to come!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Where the hell were you yesterday afternoon?"
Brett's voice was harsh and demanding. He had a massive hangover.
She wasn't about to tell him she spent her afternoon fucking and sucking his chief competitor and the man's chauffeur!
Instead, she looked at Brett coolly and answered: "I was out. Period. You left, as you said, to get good and drunk. The others left soon after that, probably to do the very same thing."
She gave him a calm look. "I saw no reason why I should hold down a ship everyone else deserted. So... I left early."
Brett sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I feel like shit this morning. I come in, and you're sitting there, looking cool and calm and almost painfully beautiful. It ticked me off for some reason."
Kim smiled to herself. It upset him, she was sure, because subconsciously, he must have realized she looked so good because she'd had the best beauty treatment there was--being fucked. There was nothing like fucking to bring a fresh bloom to the cheeks, a bounce to the step and a sparkle to the eye!
"I wish I knew how this fuckin' fire business was going to turn out," he grumbled. He walked to the front door and stared out at the street moodily.
"Oh, I think the thing will die down shortly," she commented. "I know we've lost a pretty good sized commission, but Brett, it's not the end of the world, you know."
"Oh, no?" His voice was bitter.
"Please don't get all worked up, Brett," she pleaded. "I have a feeling it's all going to work out just fine. If Foster is behind the fire, he'll have to lay low for awhile anyway. And... and I just have a feeling he's not going to trouble us any more."
"Oh, you do, do you? You have a feeling. Great."
"Let's say... woman's intuition."
He turned to look at her. "You really think so?"
"Think positive," she urged him.
"Hmmmm, maybe you're right."
Kim squirmed in her seat. She knew she was right. Sam had promised, now that he had her firmly in his power and under his thumb, that he would stop trying to ruin the Anderson Agency.
In return, she only had to do what she wanted to do anyway... be Sam's willing, wanton mistress. She looked at her watch, and felt the insistent beat of lust building deep in her cunt.
She was meeting Sam for lunch. And it was a cunt-lapping, cock-sucking feast to anticipate!