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Ellie's Revenge ....(84k)    by Barbara Boinck

PLAYING DIRTY!

"How do my tits feel on your cock, Jonathan? Aren't they velvety smooth? I can feel how excited you are. Fuck them, Jonathan. Fuck my tits."

My seduction was almost complete. When I instructed him to reveal the secret code to Maxibase, he would gladly furnish it. Jonathan was to be a valuable pawn in a deadly game between Mario and me.

"Cum on me, baby," I moaned. "Do it now!"

I lowered my mouth to his spurting cockhead and swallowed his seed. Oh, yes. The taste of revenge was sweet, indeed!

CHAPTER ONE

Becoming a sex slave isn't necessarily something that is a personal choice; that distinction occurs when you permit others to take control of your preferences, your decisions. It also takes place when you care so desperately about someone that their happiness, their pleasure, takes precedence.

That's exactly what happened to me-yet it shouldn't have. I was famous for snapping my fingers and expecting my every wish be granted. I favored quick results. Men loved gratifying me-offering me gifts, flowers, jewelry, clothes-whatever 1 fancied. I'd grown accustomed to luxurious treatment. I was a pampered little bitch, yet they loved me for it. Why not? I made the bedroom walls thunder. The mattress invariably moved beneath us. I got them off like nobody else could.

Then why, might you ask, did I settle for the likes of Mario Bernadino? Of all I the men I ever fucked, he was the most difficult. Oh, I've asked myself the same question, and ultimately explained it as the challenge of turning him into a sycophant. Men don't usually notice how good they've got it until the source is eliminated. Mario, electing to be his own man, resisted forming a dependence on me. If I had suddenly walked out on him, he would have promptly whipped out his little black book and selected a variety of sluts to occupy that gap. In Mario's opinion, everyone and everything was replaceable. Furthermore, if he determined that someone failed to perform a job to his satisfaction-and that included me-that person was history, pronto.

Didn't that sound arrogant? Let me tell you, the man hadn't a diplomatic bone in his body. I abandoned the idea of reforming him. Mario resisted change as strongly as he avoided those he deemed incompetent. You'd never gain Mario's respect-or even his attention-unless you invented something his company hadn't created or could make him money. Mario gave short shrift to more people than I thought was wise. My viewpoint, however, was neither solicited, nor appreciated.

Mario could afford to be rude. He ran a highly successful software outfit that catered to corporate users. His latest program, an eye-popping database, was the current rage. Even the leading competition admitted his product had the bells and whistles theirs lacked. Other companies refused to comment. Mario waved off talks of selling it to his competitors, feeling he could generate millions in the upgrade market. Versions of Maxibase, Mario's brainchild, were available on all software platforms. No matter which operating system a corporation singled out, Maxibase flawlessly ran on its equipment.

I toyed with the software, but since my background wasn't in data processing, I negated learning it. Mario didn't object to my being computer-illiterate; as long as I fucked when he wanted, I executed my responsibilities.

There were times I would have liked nothing better than teaching him a valuable lesson. That ruthlessly technical mind could have stood some hard knocks. Doing so, unfortunately, would have irreversibly ruptured our relationship. Mario didn't forgive, nor did he stomach betrayal. He could tease me until I blew my top, but if I retaliated, his warning glance rigidly directed me to stop unless I was prepared to accept the painful consequences. Seeing another man was unthinkable; if he discovered I fucked someone else, I was toast. The locks to the apartment he rented for me would be instantly replaced; the charge accounts for which I was allowed almost unrestricted credit would be closed; I would, in essence, be out on my ass-end of story.

My punishment would be handled impassively. Mario was commonly shorn of emotion when tackling heartless tasks. Confrontations weren't his style, nor were accusations. Mario simply believed in cleanly severing the umbilical cord without a word of explanation; ejection without sympathy-his trademark and mode of operation.

Examining the boundaries of our relationship, therefore, was not a prerogative. Let it suffice to say I was forced to be tolerant.

Mario's inattention did drive me crazy. When he was immersed in a new project, I didn't exist. He worked immeasurable hours with his team, massaging the wrinkles in a software release prior to its submission for beta testing. Mario sought perfection; he knew only too well that an overlooked bug would be crowed by his adversaries.

I thought it was unforgivable of him to reject me, a young and attractive woman in her sensual prime, for as frequently as he had. I had wants that were inconsistently addressed. At twenty-four, I made great strides in my sexuality. I was open to experimentation. I loved to explore new horizons, regardless of their nature. Nothing shocked me. No type of behavior was judged unnatural.

Mario had fantasized about me having sex with another woman while he watched; under his supervision, such an act was permissible. Of course, he stepped in at the proper juncture to finish the job. He liked to think that only a man was capable of truly satisfying a woman. I allowed him to believe what he wished, though I never gave that subject extended consideration.

I had dark red hair that fell lustrously over my shoulders. My eyes were a deep blue that captured the fire in my soul. Given the most critical evaluation, I was voted gorgeous. Men couldn't help staring at me, nor did I attempt to obstruct their view. My thick, stirring lips provided delicious suggestion. Although not reliant on make-up to enhance my beauty, I subscribed to products that enriched rather than redesigned.

I stood at a favorable height, five-seven, and had a delectably trim body. My ass was my chief asset. At times, I wished it were my tits, which weren't the magnificent globes some women boasted. The garments I wore made the most of my boobs. My tiny waist and sleek pelvis promoted one's appetite, and my legs happened to be first class.

Mario had, upon occasion, acknowledged that I was hot. Generally, those utterances were reserved for foreplay. Whether he felt compelled to say it, or was genuinely of that impression was anyone's guess.

That one night was a time I felt unbearably spurned. Mario had been heavily involved in his latest upgrade to Maxibase and virtually locked himself away from civilization. He neglected to return any of my calls. I was tired of hearing his insensitive, monosyllabic message. I realized his reputation was at stake and he required utter privacy to map his strategy, but frankly, I tired of being subtracted from his life.

I was horny, for crissake. I seriously needed a man. My pussy told me it couldn't handle another night alone-it wanted to be filled with Mario's cock.

I took a chance, throwing a few teddies in an overnight bag, but sitting in front of the television wasn't a rewarding option. If Mario declined coming to me, then I resolved to visit him. In all probability, he would insist I leave. I shook my head. He'd have to throw me out naked. I planned on showing him some skin-the very skin he discounted. Conceivably that would jostle his intellectual brain.

Naturally, I had my trump card. I purposely omitted my panties in my sizzling ensemble. If I remotely suspected he wasn't receptive to my plot, then I would take his hand and give it a damp surprise.

I drove to his place, with the top down, in my Mercedes convertible. I loved the wind rushing through my hair, causing it to defiantly flap over my shoulders. A wicked feeling engulfed me. Curbing that naughty smile that came to my lips was impossible. My hormones screamed for action. Not having a man to fuck for nearly a week took its toll on me. I was essentially climbing the walls, hungry for cock.

Male pedestrians checked me out as I hurtled past them. A few tried hitching a ride. I laughed giddily, unable to oblige. My appetite was geared for Mario and his big dick. Knowing what was waiting for me once I was granted entrance to his veritable fortress caused my foot to depress more firmly on the accelerator. I anticipated that fierce, masculine power hammering me into submission while gunning the engine. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I could barely keep my hand on the wheel-it habitually gravitated under my skirt to my yearning pussy.

I fingered myself for just a second, just to reasonably meet that burning urge. Ohhhhhhhhh. Once was not enough. I dug into that sopping hole and moaned. If I wasn't tearing down the stretch at top speed, I might have pulled over to the side and jerked off.

I took command of the steering wheel. I was bored with my finger and climaxing over my library of stored fantasies. I craved the real thing. I wanted to sit on Mario's dick and hump it until I exploded.

If Mario were in the shape I predicted, he would definitely have been "up" for the sloppy kisses my cunt ached to bestow.

I made it to Mario's in record time. Lust fueled my travel. After inserting my key card into the slot, I floored my car right past the sliding metal gate. I cursed Mario for installing that sucker, but he was keen on security. Vandalism and burglaries were predominant in Silicon Valley. Mario spared no expense when buying choice protection.

Mario's hacienda-like dwelling was perched up on a hill. Favoring Mexican decor, he paid handsomely to have his home resemble a mission. From red adobe-tiled roof to the white stucco walls, with a brick well installed for good measure, he had achieved that aim.

Grabbing my overnight bag, I swung my shapely legs out of the car. My spike heels clicked in a rousing staccato pattern as I strutted across the asphalt, primed to make that perpetually-cool Italian face sweat.

Mario must have been alert to my arrival. I certainly didn't soften my pace, nor try to be silent as I made my way through his house. I found him stretched out on his monster couch, in a pair of khaki shorts and shirt. For all the wealth Mario possessed, he didn't air-condition his place. The tiled floors reduced the sweltering temperature, but not to a level I regarded acceptable.

Keeping cool was not exactly on my mind.

Mario didn't mind my barging in, providing I didn't disturb him. If I did, it was ordinarily at his initiation. If Mario had no need for sex, he could effectively tune me out. I saw him laying across the couch, a sprawling party unit, a pillow perched beneath his head, a clipboard resting lightly on his lap while he jotted a series of notes. The most unusual things streamed through that cold, analytical mind. I never tried to understand the jargon of his industry. Bytes, microprocessors, RAM, megahertz-the terms confused the hell out of me. I figured, if it wasn't imperative I understood them in order to suck his dick, then it didn't matter.

I entered the powder room, the opposite end of where he lazed, and tore open my bag. I stroked each of the teddies inside, wondering which would give him a start. Mario wasn't totally immune to my arsenal of tricks-if he were, I wouldn't still be with him.

I chose a light pink teddy that was basically transparent. My nipples and pubic thatch were on sinful display; only a fool wouldn't have detected them in a flash. My slim, appetizing thighs were highlighted to advantage, just as my ass was in stunning evidence. I modeled my pulse-jumping outfit at length before the wall-length mirrors, assuring myself that was the costume with which to entice Mario. Its color certainly complemented my dark red hair.

I didn't expect Mario to drop his clipboard upon witnessing my entrance. A gradual realization that he had let work dominate his life was the practical approach.

I treaded into his domain, contemplating my mental assault. Mario scribbled a few more sentences before glancing up at me. Those dark pupils briefly flashed at my get-up. His thick, sensual lips twitched.

"Nice," he remarked faintly, then returned to composing his written discourse.

I didn't let his backsliding fascination insult me. Mario was given to hard, grueling work. The fact he made even that fleeting assessment notified me that he was ripe for recreational sport.

Setting my aroused body by his propped feet, I gazed at him. Mario was indeed handsome. He had groomed dark hair, a rugged face and a trim physique. Twenty pounds applied to that frame would have been an improvement; Mario tended to be on the thin side. Although he had a voracious appetite, he never seemed to put on weight. His arms and legs were rough with hair, and his hands, tremendous in scope, spanned the circumference of my waist. He might not have appeared to be a powerhouse of a man, but Mario possessed bone-crushing strength.

Mario's most striking quality was found between his legs. His cock was far and away one of the biggest I'd ever seen. I suppose those long limbs and branch-like fingers should have been a dead giveaway, but the first time I had the opportunity to see that abnormality undraped, I quivered. Needless to say, its been my chief motivation for keeping our relationship intact-aggravation and all.

Stationed by those size twelve feet, my hormones perked. Rock music played lightly in the background; Mario wouldn't have been able to maintain his concentration if its volume were put high. Its beat afforded me inspiration. I began caressing his thigh. His coarse texture thrilled me.

"You look like you've been at that for hours," I whispered, trailing my feathery fingertips up and down his leg. Observant of his crotch, I studied it intently for a change in formation.

He nodded, then rubbed his eyes. "Since this morning."

"You've got to be exhausted."

He tossed me an amused grin; in that, I could tell he wasn't annoyed by my intrusion. "Not entirely."

I continued to roam his bony planes, marveling at how firm he was. "I couldn't handle another night by myself."

"Apparently so."

I fluttered over his lap and rubbed. I felt his equipment beneath my roving palm, yet didn't cultivate a major disorder. Mario held absolute control over himself. If any part of his intricate brain remained active, he would resist my contagious probe. Fondling him could be a losing proposition if he defied surrender. At the time, he did not displace my hand. My graze, unfortunately, had no effect on him.

"Do you like what I'm wearing?" I sassed, leaning back so he could examine my teddy.

He panned the scant material without comment. He traced the sumptuous curve of my hip, then pursued the distance of my flawless leg. I adjusted my position so he could glimpse my tits. Though not "stacked," I had a nice pair. I couldn't be mistaken for a boy, that was for sure.

"Not bad," he finally said before seeking the last scrawled phrase on his clipboard. He appeared quite content to resume his work and consign me to oblivion.

I pressed my lips together, unwilling to forfeit his curiosity. Mario could be a first-rate bastard, if so inclined. The throb in my pussy refused to abate. I rubbed my mound against the cushion, shifting with frustration. The man had the capacity to drive me insane, yet I wasn't permitted to complain. He was alert to my yearning, but made no attempt to placate it.

My hand was flat on his groin. Instead of removing it, I unfastened the top button of his shorts. Mario didn't stop me, nor did he intercept my unzipping him. The sound of the metal teeth unmeshing was music to my ears. The outline of his limp cock and slack balls was captured by his white cotton briefs.

Unable to shake my horniness, I caressed his machinery with my cheek. My feathery brush didn't have the slightest impact on his senses. He continued to write formulas and system codes. Though he furnished me a clear shot of his cock, he omitted all measure of concern for what I wished to accomplish.

Determined to release a firestorm of passion, I peeled back the elastic band of his underwear. His soft cock popped out. Although a shadow of its true dimension, I smacked my lips. Mmmmm. His manly scent aroused me. I could scarcely contain myself. A week of neglect had altered me into a raving nympho.

I let out my tongue and slurped the bulb. When that slippery part of me made contact with his flesh, electricity crackled. Mario, nevertheless, held tight reign over his thirst. No thriving twitch resulted from that first, animated lap.

Hardly discouraged, I curled my fingers around that lifeless shaft and pumped it. My enclosed fist swept just under Mario's cockhead. I watched it discolor as I jerked up and down its length while feeding it saliva. I licked him thoroughly, prying the cumhole apart with my darting tip. A current rich with bubbles accumulated on his skin.

"Mmmmmmmm," I murmured, engaging his crown with my lips. I fastened myself securely, then gave him a stimulating suck. I vibrated against his trapped flesh. The spongy mass that bunched and stretched in my masturbating grasp started to react. I distinguished a small twinge of activity while squeezing his uncooperative member. That steady beat lent a clue as to his mindset.

Mario sat perfectly still with his thighs thrown apart, granting me access while composing his thoughts on paper. His pen wasn't idle for a second. His eyes followed the flow of his handwriting without flickering on me.

I accepted his anxious tug as a positive sign. Mario wouldn't have allowed me to put my mouth on his dick if he weren't open to carrying his emerging lust to its shattering conclusion.

I widened my clasp and sank over his flaccid cock. When I arrived at the base, I drew hard on his submerged flesh. From that point forward, I didn't relent. I went up and down, crushing him between my soft, pliant lips. I licked and slurped his thing, then cupped his balls. I orally prodded him, indicating that he grow inside my mouth.

My loud, wet noises filtered the air. My head bobbed furiously, my dark red hair lashing his bare thighs. I'm sure he experienced my hoarse exhalations, for I panted while gobbling him whole.

That taste of Mario made me crazy. I smashed my pussy to the couch and frantically scraped its surface. My clit seared as I effected a back and forth motion. I'm sure he received an eyeful of my sweet ass wrenching about, reflecting my state of mind.

As my sucking intensified, Mario relinquished control. I felt his dick gradually occupy more of my space, moving within my cheeks. That lazy pulse I uncovered moments earlier increased. I snatched up every bit of his cock, humming against its thickening width. The clamp I fixed upon him encouraged his growth.

"Christ," I heard just before the clipboard fell to the floor. Mario's brow was knit, his eyes closed and teeth clenched as I ferociously sucked his dick. His chest expanded and contracted as he gave himself over to my snapping lips. He elevated his groin to meet my savage gulp, then proceeded to stuff every inch he could into my face. His cock swelled, ballooning to the proportions I fondly remembered. I jiggled about, teasing him into solidification. Mmmmmmmm. I provoked that monster to stretch to its ten inch measure.

I sucked him long and deep, propelled by his stricken expression. My lips ran up and down his long dick. Mario wasn't a thick guy, but he had a jaw-breaker in terms of length. When he got stiff, there wasn't much negotiation in that extensive shaft. He loved watching me suck on it, fighting down every section.

I discovered his ache for urgency as I mouthed him. He cupped the back of my head and pressed until the knob of his cock collided with the roof of my mouth; a second shove had him entering my throat. I rolled my eyes back as Mario extended himself into that sweet vacuum. Ohhhhhh. Mario fucked my face, aiming his balls at my mouth. I opened wider to fit all he dared to push in. He skewered my lips, moaning as they wiped hot spit over the taut skin of his cock.

"Yeah, baby," he mentioned, stuffing my face. "Eat it. That's what you came for. Suck my dick. Give it your tight, wet love. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Suck me. Put your mouth all over it. Get it moist with your tingly drool. Help yourself, baby. Take all you can. Oh, yeah, that feels nice. Work it down that throat."

Listening to him chant got me hornier. I seized more of him, squeezing his cock with my lips. Mario enjoyed my frenzy. He lay back, panting. A sublime smile curved his lips. His dick throbbed heavily in my oral embrace.

I slid my thumb beneath his balls and applied a feathery caress. Mario was fond of getting his balls massaged while getting sucked. I knew just how to excite him with my fingertips, too. My lips could be frantically attached, but my thumb would lamely stroke his sack. The combination of the two drove him insane.

I lavishly devoured his cock until his air supply sounded threatened. During that period, I managed to cover his ten inches with bubble filled saliva. No sooner than I administered a trail of foam, I watched it pop and cause him to tormentedly shift. I heightened his agony by sucking his cock until it turned a dark pink and the bulb a glorious purple. His erect member was poised for attention, awaiting my next furious descent. Mario was totally rigid, a free-standing column of manliness. I wriggled my tongue over its hardness, lashing its sides until they coursed with my spit. Mmmmmm. I could have spent hours devising patterns on that impressive stretch of man flesh. I truly loved sucking his dick.

I groped his hairy, muscular thighs. His compact body inspired me. Automatically, my un-addressed needs came to the forefront. Although I took pleasure in blowing him, that exploit did not assuage the craving that afflicted me. I thirsted for the kind of orgasms Mario was known to give.

I ground my pussy against the cushion, hornier than ever. The friction furnished to my clit didn't satisfy me the way Mario's stroking cock could. I ached for his deep, gratifying thrusts.

Spending a few more minutes consuming great quantities of him, I began to plot my strategy. My hair tumbled over his lap, obstructing his view of my sucking lips. Mario brushed it aside, his dark pupils glued to my feverish pucker. I wriggled my tongue along his underside, feeding him my lustful palpitations. He pulsated within my face. His hand returned to the top of my head, assisting my eager mouthfuls of cock.

While I kept him busy, I reached between my legs. The teddy I wore had snaps at the crotch. Silently, I undid each of them, then slipped my hand into the opening. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. The lips of my cunt were moist, anxious for physical contact. My furry snatch reacted strongly to my whispering caress. I slid into that hot, juicy groove, locating my swollen love button. The relief was so powerful, my mouth always detached from Mario's cock. My pupils curved into the whites of my eyes as I fondled myself. Oh, God, it was excellent! I realized, however, that stimulated part of my body had to join with Mario's excited member. I shivered, impatient to connect them.

Mario saw me playing with myself while sucking his dick. I'm sure in the center of his egomaniacal brain, he concluded that fucking my face had its repercussions. He lifted his hips and fed me his inflamed cock. I relaxed my jaw so he could slide far into my throat. There was so much of Mario to consume.

The emergency mounting inside me rejected my finger as substitute. My cunt wanted to swallow the real thing.

I removed my mouth from his hard dick and let its bulbous head swing upward. Mario's ten inches were pumped up, ready to take on my drenched pussy. Breathing hoarsely, I propped myself over that tall-standing shaft, framing it with my appetizing thighs. My cunt lips parted, then eased over his bloated crown. I yelped as that solid mass entered my snatch. In a week's time, I'd almost forgotten how incredible putting a man there felt.

Mario's dark pupils flashed at me, filled with serious intent. I'd awaken his desire, diverted him from work. He was now prepared to give me the sensation I hungered for. The loud gulp of air he took advised me he was about to supply me unimagined bliss.

I sank on his dick. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. My pussy absorbed that strong, healthy shaft in one uninterrupted plunge. His stiff cock filled me. Immediately, I grasped his shoulders to support my quivering weight. The pleasure was so unbelievable, I went blind. My mouth dropped open, yet the air remained trapped in my lungs. I felt him move through my hot squish, penetrating it with his lengthy cock. I supposed I could have expedited his insertion, but I chose to savor it instead.

"Oh, baby," I sobbed, fitting his nice dick into my pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. It's just what I need."

"Yeah," he agreed raggedly, as I covered him with my soaked cunt.

His balls pressed into my ass when I reached bottom. He elevated his groin, straining to provide every swollen bit into my snatch. It was an intoxicating moment.

My vision blurred as I sat. My breathing somewhat returned to normal. I adjusted to that embedded monster. The walls of my cunt enclosed him, molded to the shape of his dick. I tightened with excitement, reveling at the energy I had imprisoned between my legs.

I took possession of his shoulders and panted in his face. Mario stared back at me, holding his agony in check. He wasn't bound to admit he missed fucking me. Mario never confessed to deprivation. His stubbornness refuted that acknowledgment.

It mattered little to me. Having impaled myself on him, I wanted nothing more than to be fucked. Leveraging myself for maximum joy, I began riding him. My hips effected a lazy, piston movement. My pussy lips clung to his base, then snapped back. I skimmed over his hard member, then cried out. God, it felt good. My cunt juices oozed over the section I bared. I jerked forward, recapturing what I surrendered. I became selfish in what I was willing to release. I wanted his whole cock trapped in my pussy. Eventually, that predilection subsided. I couldn't deny the satisfaction rubbing up and down him gave me. The wider my strokes, the more intense the pleasure. My wanting cunt swooped from his balls, then coasted right to the pulsating head. Ohhhhhhh. Feeling that big cock stir in my pussy afforded me a dizzying rush. The longer I humped him, the further my equilibrium retreated.

"Fuck me," I whimpered, slamming myself down on him. His balls slapped my ass. His cock speared my pulpy tissue, reaching high into my cunt. I clutched in his shoulders, excited beyond belief. "Fuck me, baby. Yes. More."

Mario didn't move a muscle. His face was red, his eyes unblinking. He let me take my pleasure from him, smothering his dick in my lusting body. He squeezed my ass, directing its abandoned fall. When the stem of his cock met my clasping cunt, he encompassed my buttocks with those strong fingers. I howled in delight at his show of urgency.

I rocked feverishly on his lap, overcome with ecstasy. His cock gave me transport. I spanked the fronts of his bristly thighs in my delirium, letting that rigid cock divide me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

My body hummed with pleasure. I couldn't evade its electrical current. Slipping up and down Mario afforded me a robust thrill. I oozed all over that big cock, coating it with my fragrant secretions. I yielded to its masterful sweep up my cunt, gave it an inner pinch, then released it from captivity. Mario gasped, tilting his head into the pillow, then rammed into me with all he had. I took his lunge, panting for more.

In the midst of all that fervor, I snaked a finger over my clit and jiggled. Receiving digital gratification during the occupation of Mario's enlarged member was equated to heaven. I depressed that bulging button, shivering. I ejected air through clenched teeth. Jesus, that felt good. I humped Mario harder and stronger, elevated by bursting agitation. I pummeled him into the couch, propelled by that firestorm of passion.

"Yeah," Mario croaked, "fuck me. Fuck me with that hot pussy. Give it to me, baby. Move that gorgeous ass. Shake those tits in my face. Give it to me. Yeah."

His hands surrounded my thrashing butt. He dragged me to the trunk of his cock, forcing my ass-cheeks to kiss his balls. He buried himself between my legs, immersing that wildly pulsating thing in layers of moist pulp. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I could feel how excited he was by bearing down on him. His dick throbbed in my succulent confines, basking in my warmth.

I rose and fell heatedly on his lap, training my finger on that stormy bud. My cunt lips spread to accommodate my feverish urge. I rotated, effecting a pattern that shortened my breath. Lightheaded, I realized I was about to explode. Nothing was going to stop me from achieving total satisfaction.

The blank departure of Mario's eyes related his enjoyment. Being subjected to my punishing thrusts, encased in wet cunt, contributed to that distant quality. I struck him with my pussy, making certain all thought of his database was consigned to oblivion.

"Yes," I wailed, riding him to distraction. I pumped that swollen cock with my pussy lips, desperately needing him in that state to reach my peak. I jerked around those savage pulsations, gripping him with an intensity that preceded orgasm. I shook convulsively, enveloped by that riveting sensation. "Ohhhhhhhhh. I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming."

I lost track of Mario and soared. Lights flared, my temperature soared, my pleasure spiked. I contracted madly about his cock, unable to establish control. I arched my back and scooped my tits together, then aligned the nipples so that my thumb could stroke them collectively. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Mario kept himself inflexibly upright for several combustible moments before my debilitating spasms caused him to succumb. His guttural cries tore from below. "Arrrggghhhhh. Arrggghhhhhhhh. Arrggghhhhhhhhhh."

I was vaguely aware of inundation in my snatch. His cum poured into my cunt, squirting furiously. I welcomed its torrent, humping him eagerly in those last, spurting moments. A week's worth of jism was pumped into me-and

I loved it.

When I regained my sight, I caught his final contortions. That gut-wrenching orgasm marred his handsome face. He couldn't contain himself, spending his hoard of hot cum into my snapping pussy.

Having sufficiently drained him, I sat up on his lap and caressed his sweaty body. His clothes were drenched from the outpour. His disarray contented me. I loved ruffling up his groomed appearance.

I went to kiss him, but when our lips touched, I felt no return of his passion. Sobriety returned to Mario. He shifted, lifting and setting me over to the side. His cool treatment normally didn't offend me, but it had that night. I had really missed him, and disliked being pushed away.

"Want to take a bubble bath with me?" I teased.

He shook his head. "I don't think so. I've got to finish reviewing code and writing up more notes. Then I'll be on my computer."

I trembled. "Can't you take the rest of the night off, baby? Aren't you glad I came over?"

"I'm busy, Ellie. You've known that."

My heart beat faster. I swallowed back my disappointment. "I thought you'd like to spend some time with me."

"I can't afford to," he mentioned, his tone exempt of tenderness. "I've got to get Maxibase in beta testing as soon as possible."

"You act as though its more important than me."

"It is." He glared, and at that moment, I regretted letting that comment slip.

His words were daggers hurled at my heart. I bit my bottom lip and rose. At that point, I should have fallen silent, but being the way I was, I went for the complete slur. "Don't my little visits mean anything to you?"

"You got what you came here for, didn't you?" He avoided looking at me when saying it. Mario stripped out all sensitivity in his statement.

"You bastard," I muttered, hating him.

Mario tuned me out. His involvement with his work was total. His dark pupils jumped through each word he wrote, then he began scribbling more notes.

His cum seeped from my pussy. I felt uncomfortable, unappreciated. There had never been any rhyme to his behavior; Mario's moods ran the gamut. Having gotten his rocks off, he returned to more serious matters. I was left to my own devices, a condition that shouldn't have alarmed me, as this was life on an ongoing basis.

Although I was loathe to admit it, there were feelings attached to that man I couldn't dispute. I kept hoping he would display one shred of decency, some sign of reform, yet he disillusioned me time and again.

I took my leave, figuring I was being dismissed. I wasn't sure which I despised more: him or fucking Maxibase. Either way, I planned my revenge. A girl could only take so much of his crap before she snapped, and I was at the end of my rope.

CHAPTER TWO

Naturally, I lost courage by morning.

How could I shrug off my inner rage? I had never been treated as poorly by another man. Those before him were dropped in an instant if I sustained the slightest emotional wound. I reasoned that Mario's evasion of a stable romance drove my obsession for him.

I thought about how I would revenge myself. Engaging in a mad shopping spree held appeal before sobriety reached me seconds later. What good could have amounted from taking that course? Not only was that kind of retaliation adolescent, but it would ill serve me. After hitting my credit limit, I would be at Mario's mercy to cover my charges. That was an eccentric method of managing my anger.

I couldn't afford to lose him. Not only would it mean an end to the life style for which I had grown accustomed, but I would have forfeited some of the best sex I ever got. The earth truly moved when we fucked. He gave me pleasure I couldn't begin to describe.

Ultimately, I employed reverse psychology. I elected to prove I could roll with the punches. Rather than effect a sneering attitude, I would go to him with open legs. I wanted to neutralize any perceptions on his part that I had developed into a problem situation. Mario had zero tolerance for pettiness.

I learned, through his secretary Deb, that Mario planned on putting in an appearance at the office in the afternoon. Deb was sympathetic to my plight; she had worked for Mario nearly ten years, and was used to his aloof behavior. Unlike me, Deb accepted it at face value; it certainly didn't prevent her from getting things done.

I screened my wardrobe for the perfect outfit. I had to be on target if I hoped to regain ground with him. Mario liked flash, so I set my brain on that frequency. I critically evaluated each item on the rack, knowing whatever I chose had to be of "hard-on" quality.

I settled on a strapless black dress with an accompanying wrap; its hem displayed ample thigh. Once I cornered him in his office, that wrap would be flung to one side and my top pulled down until my tits popped out. I planned on giving him a show he wouldn't soon forget-a spectacle that would conclude with a shuddering bang.

Donning a pair of sunglasses, I gave my reflection a last inspection. My rich, dark red hair cascaded beautifully around my shoulders. The shade of lipstick I wore-fuchsia-lent a deadly look. The small hoop earrings furnished me the look I sought: sassy with equal parts of snazzy and lust. Stepping back, I viewed the spike heels I slipped on; my calves were even more appetizing than ever. My sleek legs, to say the least, were sported to advantage.

Mario's software empire was located in the heart of Silicon Valley. He had a sprawling facility that resembled a university campus. The drive was deliciously scenic. I loved the spacious California countryside, with its plush valleys and verdant hills. When rounding that final turn, you could see his place arranged in a picturesque setting.

The security guard at the gate knew me on sight. I was permitted entrance at his nod of recognition; others were obligated to sign the Visitors' Log.

Harry, a pleasant man in his late forties, tossed me a wink before raising the gate. "You're looking good today, Ellie."

I beamed. "Thanks, Harry."

Harry peered into my car, ogling my marvelous thighs. I'm sure some nasty ideas went through his head. I didn't mind. Harry, a harmless guy intent on doing a good job, kept mostly to himself.

Deb brightened upon seeing me. "You're ravishing, as usual."

I returned the compliment. Deb, a pert blonde with a sexy body that wouldn't quit, had my vote. If she weren't happily married to an architect, I might have become her bitter enemy. Instead, we forged a closeness. I jerked my thumb in the direction of his office. "Is he in?"

"With Jonathan," she softly divulged. "They're analyzing the recommended changes to Maxibase."

"Christ," I muttered. "I'm sick of hearing about that program."

"It's the bread and butter of this company. None of us would be working if it weren't a success."

"I suppose. It's just that I feel its more my rival than my salvation."

Deb giggled. "Oh, Ellie. Give it up. You knew of Mario's immersion with the business when you first met him. None of this should come as a surprise."

"I didn't anticipate rating second place from that point forward."

Deb had complete knowledge of my frustration. She commiserated with me at length over Mario's penchant for detachedness. "Why don't you sneak in there?" she suggested. "Tell them I turned my back and you made a dash for the door."

"Excellent plan." Sashaying past her, I crossed my fingers. "Wish me luck."

I softly opened the door, trying not to cause an immediate disturbance. Mario deplored sudden distraction, particularly if he was in pursuit of a crucial thought.

Mario was at his desk, alternating between studying a sprawling flow chart and accessing his computer. Jonathan was seated beside him, devoting his full concentration on the exercise in progress. Neither appeared taken by my abrupt appearance.

Barging in on a pivotal moment lacked wisdom. The ironing of Maxibase's wrinkles stole the thunder of my entrance. I fought back my resentment. The genius at work showed no appreciation for the female form.

I gazed at Jonathan, wondering if he ever got any action. He reminded me of a man who gladly accepted whatever scraps of affection a woman might extend him. I tagged him a nerd, a computer geek-incapable of landing a woman. Who could possibly desire a man of those plain looks, from his heavy, plastic glasses that made his blue eyes resemble beads, to that average face? Though he was a tall blond, large-limbed, and had a deep, masculine register, I couldn't muster a shred of interest in him. I wouldn't have pronounced him repugnant, but certainly not my cup of tea. I'm sure there was a small population of girls who might take pity on him and consent to a single date, if only out of generosity. I didn't do charity cases. Men like Jonathan Malone were avoided at all cost.

Although Jonathan wasn't of Mario's macho class, he was whip-sharp, extremely intelligent and a valuable asset in his organization. Without Jonathan's analytical brain, Mario would be lost. Jonathan assisted in the design of several Maxibase version upgrades, and from what I'd been told, the program was reputed to be a "killer application" with his imprint. I wisely reserved comments about Jonathan, knowing of his worth to the corporate structure.

As fate would have it, Jonathan was first to take notice of my alluring presence. Those pellet-like eyes fastened themselves to me behind his thick specs. Jonathan rarely smiled; he effected a surprised or startled expression instead, then tended to chatter away in scientific language that went well over my head. I hated when Mario's people confused me with their computer terms-it made me feel stupid.

I fully expected Jonathan to salivate over me, but that wasn't quite what he did. He stared at length, as though deciphering my smirk and wondering if it applied to him. I caught his scan, however. Jonathan openly revealed his fascination with women, though his verbal impressions were held in check. I could feel the laser intensity of his gape leveled at my cleavage, then edging to my delectable thighs. I silently wagered whether he ever fantasized about a woman wrapping legs like mine around him in blind passion while hotly fashioning her pussy to his crotch. Because of a deficient attraction to him, I couldn't picture the kind of equipment he had, nor did I care.

Mario finally glanced up from the computer screen, then groaned. "What do you want, Ellie? Can't you see I'm busy? I don't have time for your little dramas."

His puncturing remarks might have brought me to tears if I hadn't resolved to withstand them earlier. Mario's habit of humiliating people preceded him. "I promise to be quiet, guys. Please, get on with your work. I'll just sit in the corner and watch."

"Perhaps we ought to take five minutes to digest things," Jonathan suggested, perceiving my need to be alone with Mario. "I need to put what we've discussed into perspective."

Mario sighed with disgust. He permitted Jonathan to exit the room without comment while making it abundantly clear how bothered he was at my imposition. Denying me eye contact, he smoothed his hand over his work and delved right back into it.

After the door closed behind Jonathan, I didn't spare a moment. I let my spikes click against his parquet floor, moving my spectacular legs flamboyantly. My approach smacked of feline punch. Clasping his shoulders, I gifted him with a luxurious massage. My fingers knew precisely where to go. The tension in Mario's neck and back was greater than ever. He obviously suffered from a deficient of my special therapy.

"I didn't come here to make you angry," I whispered, spinning my magic. "That has never been an underlying purpose."

Mario yielded to my expert rub. He shut his eyes and gave himself over to the manual delight I achieved. Having me knead those taxed muscles was an undeniable treat, even if he resisted telling me. His grunt of pleasure emerged after I concentrated on inflamed areas.

"Please don't be cross with me, baby," I went on, my tone husky. "I can't help wanting you." I kissed the back of his neck, my puckered lips deliberately lingering. "You're the best I've ever had."

That gesture must have stirred his hormones. I had a knack for spotting when a man began to get excited. Sometimes, it didn't take much. I didn't have to see his cock growing in his pants-the change in air intake could sufficiently illuminate it. Mario's breathing roughened. I stroked him harder, probing those shoulder blades, then fluttering up his vertebrae.

Placing my lips at his ear, I mentioned in my silkiest voice, "You got me off so good last night.

I went home, shivering the entire way. Your cock felt nice in my pussy. I didn't sleep much. I kept waking up with this empty sensation between my legs."

To ram that confession home, I stepped around him so that my crotch was at eye level. Leaning against his desk, I hiked up my skirt and bared my dark red pussy. My lack of panties brought an obvious surge of want. Mario was riveted, practically licking his lips. Having captured his attention, I took his hand and arranged it over my cunt. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I oozed over his fingers. It was an involuntary reaction; whenever Mario groped me there, I responded in kind.

"Not so hard, baby," I sobbed. "It still aches. You didn't go easy."

His Adam's apple rippled. He was visibly parched.

"It's okay," I whispered. "You can touch it, but please be tender."

His thumb moved over my pink flesh, weaving through the delicate wisps until my cunt lips parted. He exerted pressure on my clit. Desire bloomed through me. I gasped when he rubbed it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I received an outbreak of joy from that curious twitch. My nails dug into his shoulder as a result.

"Oh, yeah," I slurred, observing the path of his thumb. He wriggled over my love button, achieving a stimulating pluck. Drunken fervor pierced me. My hips swayed as he manipulated his finger to my breathless awe. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, baby. Keep doing that."

Lavishing additional time at my sopping core, Mario went about threatening my oxygen supply. Ecstatic wet sounds reverberated. He fluctuated over my moist folds, making my teeth clench. My nipples protruded from my top. Electricity flowed through my body. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.

After a while, he surrounded my quivering ass with those far-reaching fingers and dragged me to his mouth. I shrieked as he penetrated me with his tongue. My brain whirred as he sank into my cunt, anxiously splitting it. He seemed intent on absorbing the juices collecting in my pussy.

"Oh, God," I rasped, emotionally shattered by that torrid act. I had bathed in strawberry-flavored bath salts, so Mario reaped that benefit. I heard his elated moan as he devoured my liquid excitement. Without thinking, I grabbed his head and secured him to my shaking snatch. "Yes. Eat it. There's so much. Yes."

I couldn't get enough of his cunt-lapping. He lashed my soaked pussy lips, gleaning them of moisture-yet that supply was constantly replenished by the next volley of licks. He thoroughly ate me. No spot remained untouched by that incredible tongue. Mario had complete knowledge of my "hot buttons" and went about sending me into sweet limbo. Holding up under the fury of that expert tip was more than I was prepared to do.

Mario had me wedged between him and his furniture. I did a gradual backslide onto his desk. My writhing body was spread over his paperwork, pushing aside his keyboard and almost knocking over his coffee. I had no perception of what trouble my shaking form might cause while surrendering to his fulfilling sweep. He tongued my clit to the point of insanity. I balled my fists, then plunged my fingers into his shoulders.

"Oh yeah, suck my pussy," I wept, feeling it get all sticky with saliva. He clamped my juicy cunt flesh and vented blinding suction. I was left even more dazed and wanting than before. "Don't stop. Fuck me with your tongue."

Mario did exactly that. He speared through my hot squish, then lapped up the fragrant excess. He swallowed every drop he took.

Mario didn't lag solely at my snatch. He trailed lower, flicking at my anus. Traces of strawberry were also found in that vicinity. He largely attended to the velvety span of skin, then punctuated his effort by dabbing my wrinkled pink flower.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned when he pushed himself into that constricted area. My petals opened to admit his searching extremity. After a short intake, I released the stagnant air from my lungs. Jesus, he was superb with his tongue. He awakened a terse need by prodding my rectum. I wasn't generally anal in preference, but Mario had a talent for maneuvering me to his desired path until I was quite agreeable in conducting that plan.

I never refused Mario anything. By paying all my expenses, I was constantly in his debt. Sex was not for barter-it was payment in kind. Naturally, Mario exercised that right as often as he wished.

He clutched my slim thighs, altering them in his grasp during his tongue-fuck of my asshole. I yelped when receiving that hot, limber tip, then bit my bottom lip when he gained purchase of my dark channel. Licking my butthole produced a jittery sensation that radiated through my nervous system. I couldn't quench the whim to have his cock fill my ass. The longer he lapped my quivering chasm, the stronger that urge became, until it obsessed me.

Mario was alert to my reaction. He hadn't lubricated me for the mere thrill-his saliva was instrumental in facilitating his pleasure. He pulled his tongue out of my anus while reaching for his belt buckle. The bulge in his pants snared my attention. He removed his cock without preliminary, aware of the commotion it generated. That long, satisfying shaft stretched, prepared to ravage me.

I swallowed roughly, then gasped. I wanted it. I was so horny, I could have screamed.

Mario scooped me up by the ass and flipped me over. My sumptuous butt was fanned before him, ready to pluck. Seizing my hips, he dragged me to his body. I felt the blunt end of his cock when he pushed into my rectum. He stuck the entire bulb in my puckering crevice. The walls of resistance conceded to his throbbing bulk. I grit through his heart-stopping plunge. Mario crammed himself into my ass, occupying it with hard dick. His descent was sweet. My mouth dropped open and I admitted a gratified squeal as he introduced more and more of that pulsating member.

"Oh, baby," I moaned, submitting to that rich sensation. "Put the whole thing in my ass. Ohhh. Ram it straight to the balls."

Mario jerked through my wildly clenching hole, letting nothing stop him. He was as excited to perform the deed as I was to endure it. Pain wasn't within my range of susceptibilities. I loved taking it up the ass. Mario fit in there so nicely, it was a natural evolution. Ohhhhhhhh. He jammed himself full between my ass cheeks, whacking me with his balls. The expanded rim clamped him good. He sawed through the shift of muscle and softness, deriving his gratification.

"Fuck me," I hoarsely commanded. "Fuck me, baby. Give me that big cock."

I moved with wild abandon, panting over his desk, enjoying his penetrating thrusts. His dick went into me with agonizing precision. His balls caught my cheeks on the rebound. Ohhhhhhhh. He fucked me sweetly, packing my ass with ten inches of total pleasure.

"Feel good?" he grunted, bringing that monster home.

My eyes revolved in their sockets. My rear started to ache, but I ignored that. I was going to sweat it out, finishing him off in my butt. "Oh yeah. Do me this way. Fuck me, baby. Slip me that big fucking cock."

Mario was more than happy to comply. He worked my rectum until it stung-and even then, I kept him going. I jerked back and forth, carrying him with me for a wild ride. Ohhhhhhh. At all times, Mario showed me he could handle whatever tricks I served up. The real stunt was coping with that huge cock; the longer it stayed in my ass, the better it felt. Getting pumped with ten inches nonstop wasn't a cinch, yet I welcomed the challenge.

I glanced at the door, half-expecting for us to be interrupted. It wouldn't be the first time. Mario and I occasionally fooled around in his office, and more than once, we were caught with his hand in the cookie jar-but he was the boss, he made the rules.

I rolled my finger over my clit and sobbed. My cunt flesh oozed with joy. I moaned at the jolts that coursed through me, then indulged myself further. Ohhhhhhhhhh. After a few minutes of digital activity, I was ready to cream. Mario got me very excited.

"This is turning you on, isn't it, baby?" he said hoarsely, squeezing my tits. "Your nipples are so fucking hard, sticking out. Oh, Ellie, you're hot."

"Are you almost there?" I whispered through clenched teeth. "Are you going to shoot in my ass?"

He sank deep into my butt. "Sure feels like it," he claimed in a tension-filled voice.

I jerked my hips, only to receive the sound smack of his groin. His balls bounced on my cheeks. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. There was no escape from that bludgeoning beast.

I jiggled harder and faster, panting from his intense penetration. Mario gave me no opportunity to recover. He continually rammed into me, reiterating who was master with each pummeling stroke.

Suddenly, he tore my hand from its mark and replaced it with his. Mario didn't have a pacific graze. His rough style stole my breath. I took it from both sides. He jostled my swollen button while my ass got jammed with stiff cock. He hollowed me out, supplying me a steady thump. I tried alternating between his finger and mine, but Mario adamantly protested; he wanted to bring me to orgasm using the method he determined.

His finger refused to budge.

"Oh, God, baby," I whimpered under his solid rear delivery. I closed my eyes and left my mouth open while getting fed through the back door. I grasped his hair-rough wrist, making one last feeble attempt to displace his strumming digit before losing ground. He was much too strong to elude, nor could I orient the savage vibrations he induced. He sent pleasure swarming through my body. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Slowly, I released my clasp of his wrist and stroked his powerful hand. I shivered while applying an encouraging caress. My exhalations were interrupted by his charge into my hindquarters, along with the glutting of cock. I sucked air through my set teeth. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Separating the two sensations was impossible. Mario burrowed into me, making me unduly aware of that dick in my ass. His turbulent finger moved spasmodically over my clit.

In the midst of the coupling, the door to his office opened and Jonathan materialized before us. Initially, he seemed unaware of what we were doing until he caught sight of my tits hanging out my top and my ass spread across Mario's deck, receiving full measure of his boss's cock. He froze in position, his features discolored. Those beady eyes framed by the thick lenses were suspended in awe.

"I'll need a few more minutes, Jonathan,"

Mario mentioned in a strained voice.

Jonathan nodded. "I understand." With that, he took his leave.

I considered that brief interlude in which Jonathan observed me at the height of excitement. Mario had his finger trained on my clit, forwarding my stimulation. My expression alone should have given him a hard-on. The fluttering of my eyelids and quivering of my lips probably left indelible images in his wholesome brain that would later resurface when Jonathan unzipped himself and masturbated. I was contented by the notion Jonathan considered me sexy and had to subscribe to his own devices in achieving sexual fulfillment. My disheveled, wild-eyed appearance undoubtedly triggered a sexual response which would have to be reconciled.

Jonathan's temporary visit was consigned to oblivion by Mario's anal entry. He slid to the hilt, his dick bulging from my asshole. From his accelerated movement, I gathered he was close to cumming. His harsher breathing informed me of his impending discharge.

I endeavored to prepare for his explosion when he centered his jiggling finger over my engorged bud. He effected a savage cadence, robbing me of air. I flattened myself to his back, detecting his irregular heartbeat.

"Are you going to cum?" he raggedly inquired.

I nodded. The urge was much too strong to resist.

He hammered me good, sinking his cock up my butt. That ample shaft prodded my insides, going deep. A fever overtook me as my pleasure scaled the heights. I trembled in his heated embrace, ready to spasm.

Mario rubbed my clit with full concentration. His aim was plain. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. My temperature rose, my sensitivities following his every jerk. I dragged air into my lungs, unable to fight off the delirium he implemented. My breath came up short. I bucked and writhed, sobbing.

"Yes," I cried out. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Yes!"

Mario pressed my button and I fragmented into a thousand pieces. It was a different kind of orgasm-rough, but lasting. I transformed into a quivering mass, leaning over his desk, nipples painfully erect. I emptied my diaphragm, contracting from his sweet agitation, my enjoyment guttural.

During my physical euphoria, I lost track of Mario's progress. He pumped himself through veritable mush. The slap of his balls was the only clue I had that he continued to fuck me. His strokes culminated, however, into an insurgent plane, his groin battering my ass. He squeezed his cock into my narrow passage, availing himself of its snug fit, when he exploded.

"Uggghhhhhhhhh," he gasped from behind, then held me tighter than ever. He clamped my mound as insurance he wouldn't come flying out, then spewed. "Uggghhhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhh. Uggghhhhh."

He pumped hot cum into my bowels. I experienced his cock's intermittent jerk as it spurted its dense amount. My lips widened in joy as I received his discharge, then I milked him by willing my anal walls to pinch and torment.

"Oh, baby," he muttered, obviously loving my feverish grip. "Oh yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

We enjoyed a moment of glorious aftermath, slumped over his desk. Mario's arms were around me as though confirming his love. I cherished that reverie. I wanted to believe his immersion in his work was temporary, and that once Maxibase was safely shifted into beta release, I would reclaim my man.

That vision blurred a second later. Mario pulled his dick out of my wet and slippery ass, then gave it a slap. "Better clean up, then head back. Jonathan and I have a million things to do."

I was shocked by his dismissal. "I could stick around, read a magazine. You wouldn't even know I was here. Maybe we can go out to dinner."

He shook his head. "We'll probably order in sandwiches."

A lump formed at the base of my throat. "You don't want me to stay?"

"I wouldn't get a fucking thing done, and believe me, there's plenty to do. Be a doll and get your ass out of here."

His expulsion wasn't generally so verbal. I had grown accustomed to his merely pointing at the door. Once again, I was faced with cruel displacement. As Mario's property, I was expected to accept my lot.

"You care more about that fucking program than you do me," I couldn't help saying.

He weighed my words. "You're right."

The truth ripped through my heart. "You bastard."

He chuckled. "Come on, Ellie. Haul your butt out of here. I'm busy."

I couldn't appreciate his dark humor. He hurt me badly with his insensitive manner. I realized, more than ever, something would have to be done to even the score.

I plotted.

CHAPTER THREE

If Maxibase insulated Mario from the real world, then I poised myself to sabotage that protection. Mario deserved being taken down a peg or two. That smug attitude of his needed correction, and I was just the dame to do it.

I considered the number of people who would gladly pay to have an advance copy of the new Maxibase. Struggling software companies on the verge of folding could well afford the sum I determined in order to guarantee their survival. If Mario's competitors had an inkling of the powerful new features he included, they could easily copy them into their own programs and release their software to the database-purchasing public ahead of him.

Mario would pay dearly for his treatment of me. Once I resolved to engineer his humiliation, I was unstoppable. It pleased me to know I could hurt him in a big way. The one thing Mario prized over his vast fortune was his ego, and that would take a pummeling like never before.

Mario would fume-go ballistic. Being beaten at his own game would get him where he lived. The satisfaction of seeing that cocky expression wilt into a blubbering mass spurred me on. It wasn't often I witnessed anything but Mario's perpetual sneer. It served him right to be ousted from his elite standing with the industry. His comeuppance had been long overdue.

Mario received access to Maxibase at home. Although I had keys to his place, I hadn't the necessary passwords to enter his system. Mario, alert to possible tampering, encrypted every file. Cognizant of his scientific brain, I highly doubted I could penetrate that code.

With some reservation, I decided to enlist the help of someone in his employ. I wasn't keen on recruiting an assistant, but I had little choice. I wasn't technically skilled at retrieving the sacred code embedded in Mario's treasure trove of a program. I had to buy expertise, and somehow cover its cost. Once Mario learned of my deception, I had to plan on being thousands of miles away. Betraying him would spell the end of our relationship, but as far as I was concerned, there was no object to preserving a lifeless relationship.

I searched my mind for a person to do my dirty work. He or she had to be susceptible to manipulation above all else. Most of Mario's people displayed fierce loyalty; I would have to negotiate that quality to its limit.

I considered Deb, Mario's secretary, but ruled her out. Deb possessed clerical skills not relative to the computer industry. Besides, she likely had slim knowledge of the program's functionality.

Before I could carry myself over to my next thought, the phone rang. I picked it up in the midst of my distraction.

"Hi, Ellie. Is Mario there?" Jonathan's voice boomed after an awkward moment. I instantly recognized his bashful tone.

"No. I assumed he was with you, working late."

"He mentioned something about an appointment he was unable to cancel and left a while ago. I was going over some of the changes we made and needed to confer with him. He wasn't at home, so I thought I'd try your place."

I was surprised Jonathan had my number. He never called me in the past. "Sorry." Before I could get rid of him, his name went into the list of candidates. My knuckles turned white as I clenched the receiver. "I am rather glad you called. I was having trouble with my computer. Mario installed some software, but I believe he omitted a diskette and I can't seem to enter the application."

"You have a computer? I recall Mario telling me you had no interest in one."

The son of a bitch had an excellent memory. "I recently bought one to impress him. I wanted to show that I could operate the same packages you use."

He chuckled. "The stuff we work with isn't exactly user friendly."

"Are you implying I can't learn?" I feigned a haughty pitch.

Jonathan cleared his throat, as though remembering he was addressing the boss's girl friend. "Absolutely not."

"So," I purred, "do you think you can take a drive to my place and see if we can't fix my problem?"

"Sure." He sounded a little nervous. I'm sure in retrospect, he conjured up that image of me leaning over Mario's desk, taking his cock up my ass. My flustered expression was probably committed to memory.

I gave him my address in a sexy voice. Promoting those adrenaline-producing pictures in his head was of primary import. I was glad he saw what he had. Jonathan Malone would join the ranks of previous sycophants and serve me well. "I'm looking forward to it, Jonathan," I mentioned huskily before lowering the receiver.

I envisioned him shaking in his boots, unsure of how to handle all that female sass. I silently wagered that he'd cum in his pants once I squeezed his thigh. He appeared the type. I giggled over that perception, then resolved to maintain a sober expression. I could ill afford to alienate the man. Jonathan had to believe I desired him, that his pleasure was important to me. I had to earn his trust before anything else could happen.

My lips curved. The man was putty in my hands.

By the time my doorbell sounded, I had slipped into an eye-popping outfit. My seduction of Jonathan was destined to be a memorable event. Originally, I had planned on wearing a teddy, but I wanted not to seem too calculating; instead, I donned a short miniskirt with a halter top. My dark red hair cascaded over my bare shoulders. I had just doused myself with an arousing perfume, too. I consulted my fabulous appearance a final time before greeting Jonathan. If he wasn't impressed with my being totally hot, then the man was hopelessly lost.

When the door swung back, I saw the impact of my presentation through those beady eyes. Jonathan's mouth blatantly watered at first perusal. He took a step backward, then balled his fists. His Adam's apple stood out. His involuntary reaction pleased me.

"Hi, Ellie," he muttered, looking stunned.

"Good to see you, Jonathan. Please, come in." My eyes glittered for his benefit. I furnished him a delighted smile that carried erotic undertones.

I lead the way into my family room. The evening news played on the television. My fireplace was lit, the flames crackling faintly in the background.

"Nice place," he commented.

"Please, sit. I just opened a bottle of wine. Let me get some glasses."

Momentary panic swept through Jonathan. He put up his hand. "I don't want you to go through any trouble."

"It's not. Besides, it's the least I could do for your providing me this favor." I gestured to the sofa. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll return in a moment."

I could have had the chilled Chablis sitting in a bucket of ice, but decided to give Jonathan a moment's reprieve. I hadn't wanted to come on too strong and risk turning him off. For all I knew, he was a fragile man for which disruption had an adverse effect.

I counted to ten after placing the bottle and two glasses on a tray. The newscaster's commentary drifted into the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, I reentered the family room. Jonathan had settled into a more conductive frame, his thighs thrown apart, his disposition relaxed. He did a double take at my strut, then sat up.

"Please," I motioned, "allow me."

I poured more generously into his glass than mine. I didn't require the fortification. Jonathan downed more than half of it in his first gulp.

"Thirsty?" I wryly inquired.

He shrugged. "Why don't we take a look at that computer?"

"What's the rush? Do you have to get back?"

"I guess not," he mentioned after a moment's deliberation.

I took a seat beside him on the sofa, making sure our thighs were in close proximity. Jonathan seemed unhappy about this and gulped more of his wine. I knew what was disturbing him: the hemline of my mini-skirt traveled to my upper thigh. Jonathan couldn't regulate his gaze. Although he made a foreseeable effort to focus on the news program, my body disabled him. His thoughts dissipated further at my habit of closing the distance between us.

I took the initiative. I replenished his glass after the wine level dipped well below the original line. Jonathan hadn't refuted my generosity, nor was his interest in taking a look at my computer renewed.

Again, several moments went by before I revived my chase. Giving him a false sense of security was deliberate on my part; an unvarying erosion of it accounted for one's diminished capacity. When Jonathan's breathing almost assumed normalcy, I swung one leg over the other until I brushed his thigh. Indication of the electrical pulses he received from that alteration led me to believe in my plan's success.

"It's a shame crime is so rampant everywhere in the world," I remarked innocently, then brought the glass to my lips. Observant of his surreptitious stare, I lowered my tongue into the liquid, doused it, then curled it back into my mouth. My eyes twinkled at the ecstasy the wine's flavor afforded me.

Jonathan's irregular intake followed. Once again, the sight of Mario's cock protruding from my splendid ass probably unfurled in his susceptible mind.

Toying with his emotions was fun. I enjoyed the art of cockteasing. When Mario was particularly negligent in his affections, I punished him in the same manner. I used an in-your-face approach of reminding him what had been available from the word go. Of course, my tricks were short-term; before I could turn up the heat another notch, Mario had me on my back with my legs in the air, kissing the bottom of my pussy with his hard dick.

I had to confess, sitting quietly with Jonathan wasn't altogether unpleasant. Though I never previously found him attractive, his face wasn't so unappealing in the muted light, his pale skin took on a healthy glow and his profile seemed moderately rugged. The thick glasses he wore didn't bother me as much, either; I was bestowed a side view, glimpsing his eyes at that natural size, and verified their burning intensity.

After Jonathan downed his second drink, I knew his inhibitions were somewhat dulled. Since wine contained approximately four times the alcohol of beer, I felt confident his discretion was considerably loosened.

I sipped my wine, then took a deep breath. My voice had that soft, scratchy quality. "You know, Jonathan, I think you're really sweet for doing something as trivial as helping me with my computer," I said, launching into the second, more disturbing phase of my scheme. "Providing software support isn't one of your responsibilities."

"I don't mind," he sheepishly said. "It's an elementary process."

"You're so smart, aren't you? I love brilliant men. They're always in charge of the situation." Setting down my glass, I placed my hand on his thigh. I was surprised by its solid texture. Men of sedentary jobs tended to let themselves go to flab, but not Jonathan. I had written him off as a milquetoast, but after physically examining him, that presumption warranted reevaluation.

He trembled beneath my touch. Instead of displacing my hand, however, he gazed at it. "I guess I was always a studious person."

"Have you ever had your IQ tested? I'm sure you have. What is it? Two hundred?"

He chuckled. "You wouldn't believe it."

"I'll bet there is a whole lot about you that's bewildering," I murmured. I gave him an indulgent squeeze. Oh, yes, he was quite solid. In addition to improving his mind with an endless procession of books, Jonathan very likely maintained a health club membership. I recognized sinew beneath his Docker pants. I took a closer look at his hands. They were of a sturdy formation, the fingers large and unyielding. There were strange, new dimensions to Jonathan I hadn't known-perceptions brought to light in slow, stunning detail.

Our faces were so intimately arranged that I could feel his breath on my skin. I peered into those blue eyes and detected their fire. Though the heavy lenses reduced their size, they contained savage passion.

My words were soothing and seductive. "I appreciate your kindness, Jonathan. Mario would never spend this kind of time with me, showing me how to operate a program. He has no patience for it."

"He's an important man, with a lot of important things on his mind." His defense of Mario sounded like something he recited from constant conditioning.

"I've always known how I rate. He ignores me constantly. I'm merely an ornament, an object he uses. He has no incentive in making me happy." Conscientiously, my hand rambled the length of Jonathan's thigh. I got excruciatingly close to his crotch, stopping short of the area. My rotating thumb jarred him. "I get so lonely, Jonathan. It's frustrating being sentenced to this kind of life. I'm too young, too restless to be left to my own devices."

"Have you discussed this with Mario?" he asked hoarsely. My little massage stripped his nerves to the quick, one layer at a time.

I sighed. "Mario doesn't care. My needs come second to his. In his opinion, he's given everything necessary." I gripped Jonathan more firmly, demonstrating the extent of my discontentment. "I don't care about material possessions. I'm a woman, Jonathan, and getting desperate." Having bared my soul, I saw no reason to refrain from groping him. I took a handful of his equipment in a stimulating clasp. Simultaneously, my lips descended over his trembling mouth. He didn't have an opportunity to avert my piercing tongue. I slipped in there while fastening myself with a hungry pucker. Jonathan groaned from the ferocity I generated.

After a few seconds of being heatedly connected, Jonathan detached his mouth. He gasped aloud. "Gee, Ellie, get a grip on yourself."

"I've always felt this way about you," I explained in a breathless rush. "I've hid my fascination, worrying it would complicate matters. Please, Jonathan, don't deny me. I need a man tonight."

"But you ought to be with Mario."

I shook my head. "He's tiring of me. We've been on the rocks for months. I'm sure he's searching for an alternate partner to share his bed."

"That's not true. He cares about you." Jonathan clamped my wrist and wrestled my hand from his crotch. The masculine power he registered left me in awe. I had no idea of his strength. Signs of the damage I inflicted were in evidence. My brief manipulation turned that misshapen territory into something of promise. Because I failed to gave Jonathan credit for being a man, his burgeoning cock took me aback. It rose by degrees from my abrupt handling.

Jonathan attempted to intercept his growth by shaking off the tingling disturbances I instilled. "He's consumed with perfecting Maxibase. It's that simple."

I squirmed against him, feeding him my jutting tits. "He'll never want me as fiercely. I have desires that go unattended, Jonathan. Even when I force myself on him, he concentrates on his individual satisfaction. He doesn't give me what I need."

Panting in his face, I dove for his ear lobe and teethed it. He shivered at my arousing lick. My hands streamed over his chest. I was acquainting myself to his manly contours, sampling the span of his chest and marvelous biceps. Once more, Jonathan was a medley of wonder. The baggy clothes he wore concealed a body I couldn't begin to describe. He was hewn with muscle thrilling, well-developed muscle that caused my fingertips to sizzle. Fondling him was a constant revelation.

My labeling him as a nerd underwent complete revision. Regardless of his distinction as a computer genius, he had a hunky frame that wouldn't quit.

While wriggling beside him, I managed to straddle his thigh and rub my pussy. Ohhhhhhhh. I wanted him to know the depth of my horniness. I wasn't faking it. Jonathan made me red-hot, anxious to please him. The gravity of my need prevailed.

Jonathan's loyalty to Mario was under siege. My pelting mound immobilized him. He grit his teeth, fighting to leverage his emotions. One hand gripped the arm of the sofa, the other hovered near my back. I tested the bonds of both his professional and personal relationship with his boss.

Having someone as desirable as me yearning for him, however, was an important component in his surrender. No matter how strongly opposed he was to compromising his position, he couldn't discount my wanting body.

My whisper was filled with husky promise. "You have my word, I won't tell." I smoothed a hand over his chest, then gradually transferred it to his thickening bulge. I skimmed over that awesome network of stomach muscle, marveling at its deficit of paunch, then caressed the manly outline of his equipment. "I won't tell, Jonathan. You must believe me. I know we shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help myself. Ohhhhhh. Oh, wow." I massaged that thrilling shape. "Oh, Jonathan. You're so big. Oh, yeah. Let me see it, Jonathan. I want to see what you've got." My assessment wasn't the least exaggerated; Jonathan was endowed with a nice cock. I began to develop an excited attitude about him that erased the old and had me screaming for the new.

He gulped loudly, paralyzed by my inspection. My wrists weren't seized, nor was I told to stop. His moral code took a beating and neared expiration. His emotions were at an impasse. I had carefully dismantled his defense mechanism with stirring contact.

The heat of his body rose, scorching me. I couldn't contain the wild impulses that churned in my pussy. Stroking him left me thirsty for more.

I unfastened his leather belt, then undid the top button of his pants. My anticipation mounted. I could scarcely breathe, I felt so driven. The tremors in his body influenced me. I was shaking, getting to the source of his sexual power. He made me consider as true the existence of a

Jonathan Malone separate from his routine identity-a Jonathan that was stronger, fiercer and erotically appealing. I, alone, was privy to that information.

His dick swelled to giant proportions inside his pants. I had a hell of a time unzipping him; the metal tag vehemently refused to go over the cumbersome hump that formed a basic tent in front. I flattened my palm over that ballooned cock, shivering from its heat. Finally, I negotiated that rigid incline and made it to the other side. When I slipped my hand into the opening to claim him, my eyes essentially protruded from their sockets. The thing I fetched surpassed my wildest dreams. Jonathan wasn't just large-he was enormous!

"Oh God!" I sobbed, running it briskly through my fist. In direct response, my pussy tightened, then twitched passionately. "Look what you've got! Oh, baby. Yeah. It's beautiful." The longer I handled it, the hornier I got. He was way bigger than Mario-thicker, too. He was a whole lot of man. I choked with desire, prepared to do him right.

Jonathan didn't comment. Barely controlling his heavy breathing, he gasped as my curled fingers intensified about his shaft.

My tongue extended, then gave him that first, sapping lick. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I loved his manly taste. "Feels good to be bad, doesn't it, baby?"

Jonathan offered no words of encouragement. My initial slurp singed him. He threw his head back and exhaled loudly. "Uhhhhhhhhhhh."

His feral expression turned me on. I didn't recognize the old Jonathan-not with that big dick pointing in my face. I lapped him again, with excruciating laziness, until his intake of air was deafening. My tip curved around that mushroomed head, slashing beneath the overhanging rim, then vibrating the colossal vein of his underside. The temptation to take that sizable cockhead into my mouth could not be quelled. My moist, pursed lips surrounded, then pulled it into my anxious pucker. Hot, bubbly saliva engulfed him.

"Oh, Ellie," he groaned, visibly overcome by my oral heat.

His dick fit differently in my mouth. Mario didn't have the same density. Jonathan's cock was thick-and then some. Mmmmmmmm. I sucked him all the same. My tongue lavished him with a slick coating. I drew him further into my cavity, descending his throbbing length. Blowing him excited me so very much, I had to stop several times to catch my breath. Spittle oozed down his shaft, trickling to his balls. I snapped up that palpitating mass, awakening every vein I dabbed. Rubbing him furiously in my slippery clasp clearly battered his senses. I could feel the agony he endured as I sucked him fully into my throat. I housed that pulsating burden for several moments until I thought he'd explode. Jonathan did an excellent job of controlling that urge, though he shuddered between my lips.

Violent pulsations originated at the base of his cock and traveled to its saliva-rich knob. I glommed that throbbing member, relishing its fiery spirit. I could feel how much it enjoyed my sucks. I drew even harder on it, accelerating its beat.

After venting minimal suction, I detached my lips. I was confident those first few minutes left him woozy. Both of us needed to come up for air. I glanced up at him, displaying total ebullience.

Jonathan was in the process of replenishing his oxygen supply. My creative tongue and expert lips caused him to labor. That large hand clamped the side of the sofa to allay the shakes my sucking delivered him. Those blue eyes were trained on me, alternating between that moment and limbo. He couldn't seem to achieve a mental fix on what had transpired, though he appeared receptive to subsequent exploration of my hunger.

Designing his blow job to be an exhilarating experience, I hooked my fingers under my strapless top and pulled it over my tits. His eyes popped at the sight of my alert, pink nipples. I bunched them into one, spectacular clutch for his visual entertainment. Staggering pulsations swam through my flesh as I rotated my nubs. I moaned from squeezing them. Ohhhhhhhh. Manipulating them while he scrutinized me caused my lust to surge. I was so wet, I trembled.

"Do you like my tits?" I asked. "Are they nice?"

He nodded.

"How would you like me to fuck you with them?"

Jonathan's throat muscles churned. The idea unmistakably enticed him.

"They aren't huge like some girls, but they can do the job." I tucked his dick firm in my cleavage, then jerked. The saliva I applied amounted to a sweet lubrication. The skin of his cock tugged against mine. That engorged shaft was a virtual furnace, nestled between my boobs. "Ohhhhhhh. You're pretty warm in there. Yeah. You love it, don't you? It's making me hot, too. Ohhhhhhhhh. I enjoy fucking with my tits. Let me wrap them tighter. Does that feel better? Sure seems like it. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

Jonathan's muscled thighs were thrown apart, his heels digging into my carpet as though to stabilize himself. His cheeks turned red, his teeth clenched and showed signs of wear. He weathered the storm of passion I contrived. His grip on the sofa arm was so extreme, his knuckles were white. He took large gulps of air while fraught with excitement.

"Yes, Jonathan," I wailed, "fuck my tits. Fuck them. It's okay if you cum. We'll work that cock right up again, pump it back into service. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I want it to be good for you, baby."

In order to facilitate his orgasm, I assumed an angle that aligned my mouth with the purplish head of his cock. Jonathan's inflamed member emerged from my tit tent, ready for gobbling. My lips swooped over that tasty bulb and sucked while the rest of him received my fleshy massage.

"Ellie," he muttered, fighting to maintain control. "Oh, God-"

I tongued him to oblivion. My goal was to precipitate his climax. I saw his blue eyes glaze over as I escalated both suction and my feverish strokes. I stuffed my face with as much cock as I could feed it, then wrenched him through my compressed tits.

"How do my tits feel on your cock, Jonathan? Aren't they velvety smooth? Let me bundle them tighter. Oh, yes. I can feel how excited you are. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Let me fuck you with my tits. Yes. Jerk your dick through there. Faster." I packed them around his rigid thing, bringing him to furious arousal. I saw the light in his eyes as his satisfaction became whole. "Fuck them, Jonathan. Fuck my tits."

Yes, I thought gleefully. He would become my slave. He would carry out my every wish. When I instructed him to reveal the secret code to Maxibase, he would gladly furnish it. Jonathan was to be a valuable pawn in a deadly game between me and Mario.

"Cum on me, Jonathan," I moaned. "Do it. Jizz all over my tits. I want to feel your hot, gooey splatter. Oh, yes. Shoot all over me. It's okay. It's you I want, Jonathan. It's been you for so many long, restless nights. Please, Jonathan. Cum. Cum for me."

I reattached my lips, then sucked him with every nerve intact. He burned inside my mouth. My scalding drool caused his temperature to spike. I stirred up that raging inferno that agitated his balls and prepared it for ejection. When his vibrations were strong, I whipped back. Webs of spit were all that connected my lips to his cock.

"Now, baby. Squirt. Do it."

"Uggghhhhhhhhhh!" Jonathan yelled, his eyes rolling up into their sockets, his mouth dropping open, then his chin went high. "Uggghhhhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhhhh!"

Hot jism splashed onto my tits, stinging my flesh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! I shivered, letting it accumulate. Some landed on my nipples, then dripped onto my stomach. I didn't care if I got it on my clothes. Jonathan's pleasure was infinitely more important.

I ran my fingertips through his spent juices and manufactured patterns that stimulated me. His cum felt good. I moaned, wiping it all over myself. I whirred about my swollen nipples, then flicked them with my cummy fingers. Yes, I loved it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Arousing him to fever pitch really turned me on. I had to remember that his seduction was to serve a specific purpose, yet I couldn't resist indulging myself.

Jonathan watched me play with his white stuff while attempting to compose himself. He didn't regain his breath for several moments, alternating between studying my abandoned actions and dropping his head back onto the sofa.

I took his partly deflated cock into my cum-smeared hand and pumped it. "I hope you enjoyed that, baby. It sure drenched my pussy. I want you ready for more, baby. We need to make this big and hard again."

He didn't protest. He didn't have the presence of mind to take an active stance on anything. I robbed him of both speech and sobriety. The condition he was in, he had no other option but to yield to my demands.

I detected renewed life in his cock. The tension began to return slowly as he thickened in my grasp. My lips curved in satisfaction. Jonathan certainly rose to the occasion when needed. My fist filled with the necessary hardness. Oh, yeah, I wanted him to fuck me with that gorgeous thing. I knew it would be great, and even suspected his performance might rival Mario's.

Enclosing that towering member, I returned it to its rigid state. Jonathan was totally in my power. He would obey my every command. He might have had intelligence superior to mine, but his emotions were unprotected.

I got to my feet, prepared to ride him. That big dick looked so good, I felt weak. I split my cunt lips with my finger, then pinned them back. The slick sound my digit made as it sliced into that juicy pulp got his attention. His eyes were riveted to that moist part of me. I dug my finger into my pussy, priming it for that swollen cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned, fucking myself with my finger. I bit my bottom lip, then noisily dragged air through clenched teeth. "Oh yeah. I'm ready for you, baby."

Jonathan stared at my snatch as though utterly fascinated. I started to wonder if he had ever had sex before. The women he probably dated-if there had been any-might not have put out. I pictured all sorts of plain Janes, with their hair pulled into severe buns, and dark-framed glasses and shocked expressions. Envisioning Jonathan trying to cop a piece of ass from them was a real stretch. Women of such prudish backgrounds were in the habit of diffusing a combustible libido.

"Oh, yeah," I exhaled hoarsely, "can you see how squishy I am? I'm ready to fuck, Jonathan. I'm going to squeeze that huge cock of yours into my soaked pussy."

He was rooted to my snatch, unable to avert his gaze. I had never seen a man so ravenous. Before I could climb onto his lap, he seized me by the hips and dragged me to his mouth.

"Wait a second, baby," I murmured, amused he was so taken by my lush nudity. "Give me a chance."

Jonathan did no such thing. He pulled my cunt lips open and sank his tongue into me. I let out an impassioned yelp. He licked me good and hard, cleaning the nectar from my clinging flaps. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. His slurps made me giddy.

"Hey, go easy, baby," I said, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Don't-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, Jonathan. My God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I arched my back, stunned by his ferocious activity. I didn't expect him to eat me. My pleasure wasn't a priority, yet Jonathan rewrote our agenda. He slobbered over my succulent flesh, whipping me into a frenzy. I didn't think he possessed the knowledge to furnish me oral joy, yet once again, Jonathan proved me incorrect. He tongued my snatch until I ached, then went for my clit. He flicked over and over that inflamed dot, causing it to expand and throb.

"Lick me," I said, forgetting my original plan.

If eating me was his fantasy, then I provided it to him. "Suck my pussy, baby. Lap those juices. Oh, my God. Swallow them. Gulp them down. I love cramming my snatch into your mouth. Oh, yes, it feels so good. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Jonathan literally drove me out of my mind. It didn't take long for my pleasure to soar. I neared convulsion after being subjected to several glorious moments beneath his throttling tongue. I tightened up as he anchored his lips and ground them to my slippery flesh.

"Jesus. Oh, yes. I'm going to cum. You're making me cum, Jonathan. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I spasmed in his face. My hips jerked madly, unable to shake off his mouth. He cupped my buttocks and continued eating me. Apparently, one orgasm wasn't enough for him. He wanted to experience it again-at the expense of my coherence.

Jonathan's suctioning mouth bound my cunt lips apart. He lashed me repeatedly with his tongue, curling over my sopping hole and inflamed love button. I could feel his nose pressing into my flesh, just as his cheeks and chin had. He gorged himself, slurping my tangy juices until he precipitated another orgasm. That familiar urge sprang through me, flaring. No matter where he licked, I glowed from those luxuriant sweeps. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Oh, baby," I moaned. "You just don't want to stop, do you?"

In reply, Jonathan scooped me up by the ass and deposited me on the sofa. Before my head hit the pillow next to the arm, he plunged his tongue into my cunt. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I shivered, trying to assimilate that sudden maneuver, when he dragged that wriggling thing in and out of my pussy. His twisting tip cleaned me of juice. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I seized his shoulders and held on for dear life. I vibrated roughly, feeling orgasm approach. I dug my heels into the cushions, bracing myself for what I detected were powerful contractions. Jonathan didn't disappoint me. He forged ahead, sucking my pussy until I was a quivering mess.

"Ohhhhhhhh! I'm cumming! Oh, Jonathan! Oh, my God! Jonathan! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I tried to pry him away from my climaxing snatch, to no avail. Jonathan's limber tip would not budge. He drained the moisture that oozed from my cunt, then searched for more. My lips widened, stale air releasing from my lungs as he probed my crevice.

Two orgasms left me sore, but wanting. Jonathan lapped me thoroughly, instigating a third-even while the last hadn't quite subsided. The man was unstoppable. I had to submit to his unflagging thirst.

Nobody-including Mario-went down on me three consecutive times. My enjoyment was invariably interrupted after the first, upon which Mario mounted and fucked me. Such was not the case with Jonathan. He saw to my fulfillment. He was driven by my hoarse, lustful cries and consolidated his energies on amplifying them.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I cried out, my thrill genuine. "Oh, Jonathan. Oh, my God-"

My ass jerked high, then slammed down when Jonathan engaged me with that fluttering tongue. When I ground my butt-cheeks into the cushions for more than a few seconds, Jonathan picked them up and brought them to receive his eager whipping. Ohhhhhhh. He intoxicated me with oral sex. I never had such a strong, healthy dose of it. I had grown accustomed to my small share, and learned to be contented by it; Jonathan was rapidly spoiling me. My needs were addressed before all else-and I loved it.

"Mmmmmmmm," he growled into my pussy, shoving himself into the lips and extracting the nectar.

It felt so good, I thought I was going to die.

The loud, spirited gulps Jonathan took were aphrodisiacal. Listening to him eat me foisted me into a sweaty delirium. I didn't think I could keep going, but Jonathan proved me wrong. He sucked my clit until it palpitated, then flicked it with his pliable tip until my vocal cords strained.

"Jonathan, you're going to make me cum again. Ohhhhhhh! Oh, baby! You're going to make me cum. You're-ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!"

I slapped his mouth with my pussy, smearing it with my hot drippings. Jonathan lapped the excess, cleaning me good. His tongue speared into my contracting hole, culling that fresh spurt of juice.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned as he hollowed me out. His lashings made me sore. I buckled from his enthralling slurps. "Ohhhhhhh! Oh, baby."

I was drenched with perspiration and scarlet red by the time he disconnected his mouth. My pussy ached from being eaten so fully. I couldn't look at him, my vision blurred from the outpouring of sweat. I sobbed from those last, stirring licks. I was still on fire.

Jonathan anxiously scaled my writhing form. My legs opened for him, then automatically locked around his waist. He slid into my cunt, stemming the sensitivity his tongue produced. My chin went high as his cock sank through my slippery snatch. My fingers dug into his shoulder.

"Oh, Jonathan," I gasped, feeling that wide dick spread me open. "Oh, my God. It's so big. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

He pushed to the very bottom, glutting my snatch with his huge cock. I wasn't prepared for his piercing entrance. He occupied serious space in my pussy. He fit into me so differently from Mario, I couldn't get over the variation. Because

Mario wasn't as thick, my cunt never felt as packed. I let him in, moaning as he penetrated me. When his balls bulged at my inundated cunt lips, I whimpered.

Jonathan peered down at me, his features intense. He caressed my cheek so softly, I temporarily forgot how embedded he was. His lips brushed mine, as though to reassure me, then captured my mouth whole. After our tongues locked, he began to move. His cock lumbered through my snug pussy, thrusting back and forth. The friction was exquisite. Eventually, he came up for air, and when he did, I was wonderfully dizzy.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, thrilled by his cock's entrenchment. "Oh, Jonathan. Fuck me. Fuck me good. Oh, yes. I love it. More."

I rocked beneath him, promoting the fury of his strokes. Getting pumped by that fuck monster had me mentally and physically careening. He delved into my warm, seething hole, stuffing me with that bone-hard shaft, then reared back so I received its full benefit. He fucked me sweetly, without hurry, without expediting his pleasure. I was stunned by the vastness of his control.

Our flesh slapped together in sweaty profusion. My breath quickened as all my energies were focused on the delicious sensations between my thighs. I elevated my pussy and let him divide it with his stabbing cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Jonathan tensed from my frequent clamping, yet steadily plowed through hot squish. In order to retard some of the wild pulsations that obviously daunted him, he shoveled my tits together with his hands and lowered his mouth over the erect nipples. He licked them ardently, dispatching shock waves of pleasure through my entire being. I shook turbulently from the swirls of his tongue until he slammed into me whole.

"Oh, God!" I said, clenching my teeth while absorbing his impact. "Yes. More! Fuck me, Jonathan! Fuck my hot pussy! Yes! Give it to me-as hard as you can!"

Jonathan obeyed. He pounded my ass into the cushions, showing no mercy. I sobbed at the sweet jamming of his solid cock. My wail was fragmented by the crushing force he exerted. My wet pussy rushed to cover him, only to have him reverse direction, then hurled it charging at my molten core.

Jonathan's blue eyes were a fraction from mine. I saw their dazed quality and knew he couldn't think beyond the sodden cunt in which he was buried. The way I fit around his throbbing member, engulfing him with my female heat, sent him to another world.

He fucked me fast and furiously, caught up in madness. I was just as excited, jerking my hips to elevate our gratification. He ground himself to my burning clit, propelling my urgency. We fucked to utter distraction.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, swinging up to meet that ramming cock. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me, Jonathan. It feels so good!"

He gripped me, pounding his dick into my pulsating pit. His thrusts quickened. I saw he was about to pop from the set of his features and his ragged exhalations. I, too, was nearing the end of my rope.

"Jonathan," I chanted. "Cum in me. Yes, cum in my pussy! Do it, baby. Jizz in my snatch. I want to feel you squirt. Go ahead, baby. Cum."

He drove himself to the hilt, touching the deepest part of me. I whimpered, feeling stretched to the limit. My pussy seemed willing and wanting to take more. He made my ass whack those cushions, fucking me powerfully.

I reached around his hips and fondled his flexing buttocks. Searching, I found his compact balls and gave them a flaming caress.

"Do it," I urged, gritting my teeth. His dick felt so hard, burrowing into my snatch. "Cum, baby. Cum in my pussy. Oh, yeah. Cum!"

I wasn't sure whether it was my breathless encouragement, my stroking his balls, or a combination of both, but Jonathan exploded. He lurched powerfully in my sluiced confines, injecting me with hot seed. He slammed himself to my quivering snatch and let his excitement pour into me.

"Uggghhhhhhh!" he howled. "Uggghhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His fierce reaction set me off. I spasmed beneath his pummeling flesh, welcoming the depleting contractions. I shut my eyes from the intensity of my orgasm. As I shuddered and convulsed, I felt Jonathan's squirts collect in my pussy until a gooey mass was accumulated.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I groaned. Our bellies slapped, our senses off kilter. 1 felt like it would take hours to cool off. Jonathan pleased me in a totally unexpected way. He left me weak, satisfied-and physically disturbed.

CHAPTER FOUR

I said nothing that might have shed light on the purpose of his summons. My lips were sealed, other than reiterating to him that my burning needs had been answered. The last thing I wanted was to raise his suspicions. If Jonathan were alert to my designs, I would never gain my revenge. By morning, I was haunted by his mesmerizing touch. A thrill echoed between my legs. I massaged my mound, realizing if I weren't in possession of such a giving pussy, I wouldn't have been so troubled. Ohhhhhhhhhh. After we fucked that first time, we enjoyed a breather before he stuck it back into my cunt. I rode him for a while, but in the end, he flipped me over to finish the job. The demand he placed on my upper back resulted in retaliation hours later. I caressed my ravaged flesh. Blame wasn't extended to Jonathan-I kindled that fire in his loins, then spurred him on. He had no recourse but to surrender to it.

I ached from his punishing thrusts. Whew! He made it worthwhile, however. Waking from a deep sleep, I concluded how wonderful I truly felt. Every cell in my worn body hummed.

My phone clattered on the night stand. I snatched it up lamely, unwilling to let my glorious aftermath dissolve.

"Ellie? Did I wake you?"

It was my girlfriend, Sandra, one of the few people I trusted. Sandra warranted my confidence-she and I had shared an intimate relationship for the past several years. A ravishing blonde, Sandra easily got the adrenaline pumping. She had the kind of body I could only dream of having: big tits, tiny waist, nice ass. When Mario craved a three-way, I called Sandra. We licked each other's pussy while he watched on, masturbating. Her juices always quenched my thirst when a man wouldn't do.

I sighed upon hearing her silken voice. "Where have you been hiding yourself? I haven't heard from you in a week."

Sandra giggled. "I latched myself onto a new man. Can I help it that he won't give me a moment's rest?"

I had no problem believing that. Sandra was known for throwing a man's hormones into overdrive. If I'd had a cock, I would certainly have been looking for Sandra. "Where did you meet him?"

"My boss introduced us. I went to a party the other night, broadening my network of contacts, when I felt this tap on my shoulder. I did a double take. The man he acquainted me with was pure beefcake-a true hunk. Tall, dark-haired, muscles, piercing eyes-get the picture? I was shocked to learn we did a substantial amount of business with his firm. There was one drawback: he's married."

"Since when has that stopped you?"

"You're right." Her voice drifted, then returned from her sweet reverie. "Let it suffice that he's the best lay I've had in ages."

"I thought you and Mario scorched the sheets pretty well that one night."

"Mario's not bad," she mused after a moment's consideration. "But he's your property, honey-not mine."

"He's about to become history."

"What? I think we'd better talk."

I spilled the beans to Sandra. It was a relief reciting my plan to someone reliable. She listened carefully, reserving comment until the end. Sandra was an excellent sounding board. If my plan had merit, she would pass along her blessing.

"You like to play dangerous, don't you?" she remarked after digesting my tale. "I don't know, Ellie. You might get caught."

"Not if I stage my exit carefully."

"You might get Jonathan into some serious trouble."

"I doubt it. He's Mario's number one man. Axing him would lead to some serious repercussions." The further enhancements to Maxibase would seem lackluster without Jonathan's creative hand. Mario wasn't one to cut off his nose to spite his face. Besides, I anticipated his slipping me that precious code without his knowledge of my intended use.

"Well," Sandra purred, "if you really think you can get away with it, then I'd love to help you."

"Jonathan's a handful," I warned. "And a mouthful, if you get my drift."

"You fucked him?"

"Sure."

Sandra whistled. "You really get off on danger. Mario wouldn't take that lightly."

"He'd kick my ass out. But I won't give him the chance."

"Tell me about Jonathan. What's he like?"

"I hope you're sitting down."

Sandra made a whole lot of "ooohs" and "aaaahs" when I provided the particulars. The fact he had a big dick scored major points. She especially enjoyed my depiction of his smooth, expert hands as well as his brute side. For someone of such a meek, dignified character, the party never seemed to end.

"I turned a computer geek into a sex-starved animal," I divulged. "We slapped skin for two straight hours. That left me pretty spent, but I kept the adrenaline pumping. I sucked him right back to twelve-inch glory for another round. I milked him but good."

"You're giving me an appetite for nerds," Sandra admitted after I completed my steamy descriptions. "Jesus, you made me wet."

"Me, too." I stroked my pussy and shivered, then sucked air loudly through my clenched teeth. "Oh yeah. I can still feel that big cock of his slicing through me. He fucked me twice, but made it last for a while."

"Stop," Sandra moaned from the other side, "enough. Ohhhhhhhhh. You're making me jiggle. Ohhhhhhhhh."

"Did 1 get you hot, baby?" I asked softly, listening to those soft mewls.

"Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. My cunt's all juicy. My clit got hard and I'm rubbing it. Ohhhhhhhh."

I effected a circular pattern over my clit as well. My initial sweep stung, but as I grew more excited, the pain receded. Pleasure eclipsed the ache I shouldered. I felt the moisture seep from my core. Slick sounds emerged from my horny revolutions. My fingers dug into my wet, rubbery folds, promoting my gasps. Briefly, time was suspended. I caused myself to believe Jonathan was in me, pushing and pulling that sweet dick through my tingly snatch. The walls of my pussy almost reconstructed their clasp when Jonathan sank his cock whole. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I wished I had him between my legs that very minute.

"Did he cum a lot?" Sandra asked. "Plenty."

"I'll bet you ate every bit of it. I would have."

"I sucked him good. I thought I wasn't going to be able to swallow all that cock, but I made it down to the balls. I had the entire thing in my mouth. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. He tasted great. After he came, I figured I'd have to give him more head, but Jonathan didn't need it. A few tugs of my fist, and he bulged right through my fingers, ready to take me on. That dick sure had a lot of life in it. I'm still feeling all that pent-up urgency he had inside him. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm really sore this morning."

"When do I get to fuck him?" Sandra whined.

"I'll arrange a three-way. He'll love it. I'll sit on his face and you can sit on his cock. How about it, baby? Would you like that?"

Sandra was hoarse, puffing over the line. "Oh, yeah. I want to fuck him. I want to ride that big thing of his."

I thought of Sandra's spicy juices flowing into my mouth while hearing her pant. Gulping her flavor-rich excess made me wild. I plucked my love button until balancing the phone was difficult. The desire to climax became imperative. I fingered my sensitive cunt flesh, remembering how it had swallowed up Jonathan's enormous member, and vibrated.

Sandra must have heard me, for she accelerated her digital activity. "I'm going to cum, Ellie. You're getting me so excited. Ohhhhhhhh."

"Keep thinking about that long, hard dick sliding through your pussy, bringing you where you want to go."

"Yes."

"It won't stop until you scream with ecstasy."

"Oh God."

"You'll help me, Sandra? You'll fuck Jonathan? You'll do that for me."

"Yes-"

"Yes, it'll feel so good."

Sandra's sharp intake dominated my ear, followed by a series of punctured gulps. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

I nodded, pleased to hear I got her off. I worked my clit furiously until the same, sweet incapacitation overwhelmed me. My features contorted as I was met with those enfeebling contractions one more time. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

When Sandra recovered, she whispered, "I can't wait. Let me know when I can see him."

"I'll keep you posted." I set the phone down, then let out a luxuriant sigh. That was definitely a pick-me-up, but my body craved the real thing. Masturbating had always been regarded as an appetizer, a teaser for the main event. It heightened the actual situation, however, to magnified proportions.

I checked my clock, and estimated Jonathan's whereabouts. He was most likely hard at work, reviewing more modifications to Maxibase's architecture. The refining process seemed endless, in my opinion, but Mario's company prided themselves on releasing virtually bug-free software.

I dialed his number. While it rang, I felt a powerful wanting surge go through my body. Servicing Jonathan kindled a fire I was uncertain of putting out. His deep, masculine voice would compel me to jiggle myself. I couldn't rid myself of that volley of delicious chills.

When he recited his name and I told him who was calling, he went temporarily mute. I wasn't sure if he was ashamed of his behavior the previous night, or if the sound of my voice prompted some unforgettable images.

"I woke, quivering all over," I confessed in a hot whisper. "I get flush, thinking about that power tool between your legs."

"Jeez, Ellie," he groaned, silencing me. "Don't. Please stop."

"I can't. You were terrific."

"You've got to forget about it," he muttered nervously. "Pretend it didn't happen. We made a mistake. We shouldn't have gone so far."

I smiled. I had really gotten to him. He sounded positively unstrung. "I've got to see you soon. You gave me something I can't shake. Oh, Jonathan, I haven't cooled off yet. God, I ache all over. You can't leave me in this condition."

"That's impossible. Mario's taking a plane to New York later this morning to meet with some clients. He's given me a list of things I must accomplish before he returns."

I should have been aware of Mario's traveling schedule, but the bastard omitted that small item on his agenda. It figured he'd keep me in the dark. Mario wasn't exactly forthcoming-he was governed by a separate set of rules. "I'm sure you'll get everything done in time for dinner. I'm a fabulous cook. There'll be a savory entree, and I'll be the dessert."

"I'm afraid that's not possible. I have to stay here, at the facility."

Although Jonathan might have assumed he was making my job more difficult, he actually simplified it. "Don't you want me, baby? Wasn't it good for you?"

He lowered his voice. "It was unbelievable-but it won't happen again."

My lips shaped into a devious curve. "Don't reject me. I don't think I could bear it."

"I'm sorry, Ellie, but I value my job and relationship with Mario far too much. Put it out of your mind. It was wildly spontaneous, but it was definitely a one-night thing. Look, I've got to go. Mario ought to be back by tomorrow night. Give him a call. I'm sure he'll help erase last night's incident."

I permitted him to terminate our conversation. Knowing how rattled he was gave me infinite pleasure.

I had pushed Jonathan Malone to the line; it was time to push him further.

I didn't go through an intense selection process when choosing my outfit for that evening. I slipped into a pair of wicked spike heels, wrapped myself in a pink raincoat and wore nothing else. My delectable body would go to him, nude. I was fully prepared to drop the raincoat and bare all if Jonathan insisted upon my leaving. I silently speculated that my departure would not be enforced.

Poor Jonathan-he believed he could eject me from his life at that delicate juncture. He was pathetically mistaken. His enslavement was ensured. I wouldn't stop haunting him until he submitted to my every erotic whim. There was only so much battering one's defense mechanism could take before abject surrender became the ultimate solution. My aim was to strike fast and steady, without a chance for him to recuperate.

My task filled me with joy.

My drive to Mario's building was shortened by my lead foot on the accelerator. Merely recalling the enjoyable slide of Jonathan's cock expedited my travel. Shivers ran up my spine as I recounted our entire session, dwelling over each heart-stopping detail.

I couldn't remember getting this primed for a date with Mario. Sex with him usually centered around his gratification. Now that I'd had someone who catered to mine, I developed a taste for forbidden fruit. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jonathan unquestionably satisfied that troublesome itch between my legs.

The night watchman was amazed to see me. "I don't think Mr. Bernadino's here this evening."

"He's not. I'm here to pick up some things. He called me from New York and asked me to fax him some documents."

The watchman scratched his head. "Didn't he ask his secretary?"

"She was gone for the day." I sensed he wasn't buying my story, so I spread my legs and caused my raincoat to shift. A stunning section of thigh emerged. "If it makes you feel better, we can call him now on my cellular phone."

I felt the heat of his stare. My sleek flesh had him drooling. I bet he hadn't had a pair of legs like mine wrapped around him for quite some time. I moved my leg ever-so-slowly, inviting his gape.

"Do you think you'll be long?" he croaked.

I knew I was giving him a hard-on. I shrugged. "You never can tell."

He gripped my window, barely containing the urge to reach inside and feel me. I'm sure he would have loved doing so if I weren't the boss's piece of ass. I obtained the impression he wanted to drag me into his guardhouse for a nice, messy blow job. Hazarding a guess, his dick probably needed to get sucked. Having my gorgeous face jammed between his legs would have made the grueling hours at his post fly by.

I reached for my phone. "I can dial his number now, if you wish."

Slowly, he shook his head. He appeared to have collected himself. "That won't be necessary. You can go ahead."

He stepped back from my car and took a deep breath. My presence obviously stirred him up. If I triggered that sort of reaction, I anticipated taking Jonathan to the limit.

I'd visited Mario's workplace so many times, I knew it blindfolded. I figured Jonathan would be in the lab, which was a room populated with all makes of computers. Most people had vacated the premises. I felt confident my visit would remain secret. I certainly didn't want Mario to learn I had lurked about.

The lab was located in a remote section of the building. Mario had deliberately designed it in that fashion so unauthorized onlookers weren't a problem. As predicted, my lust-hungry nerd was hard at work, comparing two hard copy prints of computer code and jotting notations on each. His monitor was on, with the unreleased version of Maxibase displayed.

"Hi there, big fella," I sassed, sliding my ass onto the table. "Ready to take a break?"

Jonathan blinked. "How did you get in here?"

"How do you think? I sucked off the night guard."

"Jesus, Ellie-"

I brushed up against him. "Do you actually think I'd let someone touch me after what I got from you? Baby, nobody else can qualify."

Jonathan broke into a sweat. "Your coming here isn't wise. Mario will find out-"

I shook my head. "Not a chance. I know how to cover my tracks." I gazed at him with genuine longing. My fascination for him wasn't a ruse. That man knew how to curl my toes. I extended my leg, showing off its shapeliness. My raincoat slid back, revealing a daring amount of thigh. "I came back for seconds, Jonathan. Once wasn't enough for me."

"You have a short memory, Ellie. I've had my fill."

He didn't sound convincing. I studied Jonathan with an intuitive eye. I remembered the lust in his eyes, that glimpse of vulnerability. Jonathan could be controlled, given my pressing the right hot buttons. I had faith my female charm could accomplish the impossible, patterning my moves to his visible response.

Jonathan was not so bad to look at. The lines on his face were neutralized by the mute lighting. His thick glasses were no longer a deterrent. His pasty skin had a healthy glow, for some reason. He exuded an underlying sexiness that made my job simple. Unraveling his tightly coiled self-determination would be both challenging and fun.

"Do you honestly take me for a fool, Jonathan? Do you think I would put you at risk with the company? Come now. I have more respect for your position than you realize. Mario has come to depend on you. He would sorely be the loser should he take abrupt action." My voice dropped several octaves, achieving a delicious scratchiness. "My craving for you is purely physical. It won't infringe on your career objectives. I may be horny, but I'm not ruthless."

I purposely let my shoe fall to the floor, then reached for his crotch with my toes. I tagged him lightly, if only to test my ground.

"You sure made the earth move last night," I sighed.

Jonathan's Adam's apple rolled. Tension entered his face. I deepened his agony by digging into that sensitive area. He started to get hard, retaining the most distant control.

"Not in the sharing mood, eh? For somebody with killer equipment, you're sure not fun." I tore open my raincoat, exposing my tits to him. The nipples weren't hard, but with a little incentive, they'd rise to the occasion. "You won't mind if I play with myself, will you? It's kind of tough on a girl being in the company of someone with incredible potential who won't touch her."

I was stark naked, my tits and pussy there for the taking. Jonathan appeared as though he wouldn't have any. I sighed. I wasn't going to worry about it yet. I would bring him to heel.

"I can't blame you for being cautious. Messing with the boss's girl is like playing with fire."

I smoothed my hands over my body. My touch was cool, inspiring. I licked my fingertips, then moistened one nipple. Mmmmmmmmmm, it felt great. I let out a small moan, the sensation sweet and penetrating. I dampened the other. Ohhhhhh! Yes! I scooped up my boobs and smashed them together. They were delightfully squeezable.

"This is what I do most of the time, Jonathan. Mario doesn't give me nearly enough of what I need. You can't imagine how many lonely nights I've spent using a vibrator." I writhed on the table, my ass squirming. "Perhaps now you can see why I've pursued you. It's been extremely frustrating for me. I enjoy being with a real man."

It was inevitable that my roving fingers made a path toward my pussy. They spiraled, effecting a teasing pattern. The magnetism of my clit was far too great to resist. It stirred, awaiting communication. I dipped a finger over the furred cunt lips, tracing the entrance. A ripple of pleasure coursed through me. I was in no hurry to graze it-merely letting the situation evolve naturally.

Jonathan had trouble breathing. I saw his jaw clench. His eyes were glued to my hand. He swallowed with difficulty. "Christ, Ellie, somebody could walk in-"

"I locked the door."

I enclosed my snatch with my hand, then squeezed. I let out a wanton cry. Moisture trickled onto my fingers. Knowing Jonathan watched added fuel to the fire. His eyes were fixed to me, enjoying my lustful ministrations. The atmosphere ignited. Given Jonathan's noticeable want, I'd have him at my disposal.

I plunged two digits into my cunt. "Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh. I can still feel the ache from you cock, baby. Ohhhhhh, yes, it was huge, going up me." I treated myself to several more seconds of penetration. I explored the sopping tissue, making intriguing noises. The sounds illustrated my excitement. After I made myself shudder, I withdrew them and brought them to my lips. Mmmmmmmmmm. I licked my tangy juices. They were appetizing, intoxicating.

The remnants of my probing were smeared on my nipples. The scent of pussy filled my nostrils. I smelled like I'd just been fucked-thoroughly and inexhaustibly.

Whether it was his intention or not, I saw Jonathan was affected by my lack of fulfillment. Hunger blazed from his eyes; his glasses were looking rather steamed. His appetite was tweaked by the tightness of his mouth.

"I mean you no harm, Jonathan," I slurred, rotating my digit over my bulging clit. "You have nothing to fear. Let me unzip your pants and show you what you're missing. I could use my tongue-but my pussy will get you there faster."

He looked shaken by my comment. Sitting back in his chair, I noticed he had gotten big in his pants. Oh, yeah, that cock was nice. The outline had me licking my lips, breaking out in a delirious drool. I wanted him-I really wanted him.

I had to insert that message in his head. He had to make the first move. Everything was contingent on his desire, his unshakable want.

Very slowly, I ran my hands over my tits-hoisting, pinching, massaging-then explored the tanned regions of my body. My search was expressive, stimulating. I knew it. My intention was to spur Jonathan's desire. He was susceptible.

My fingers swept over my fragrant skin, traveling over my flat stomach and navel in wide, exotic circles. I edged toward my pubic thatch. I ventured over the whispery fine hairs, spouting tiny mewls of pleasure at the twittering sensation it afforded me. My groin churned with expanding want-tightening at the prospect of having Jonathan's cock once again.

I wove into the dark red fur, moaning as I neared my clit. My passion gathered force. I elevated my hips, my whimpers distinct and urgent. Excitement flared through me. At last, my fingertips covered my love button, rubbing swiftly.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, oh, God," I choked, flinging my head back. My hair swept over his keyboard. I went into a deep convulsion, my ass smacking the table. I jerked and writhed, unable to control myself. It was electrifying.

My finger sped across my clit, shifting madly, deepening my self-induced frustration. My hips snapped back and forth, reacting wildly to the barrage of fireworks I created. Juice oozed from my cunt, dampening my skin. My fully splayed thighs revealed this frantic activity. The wet sounds were mesmerizing, underscored by my shivering cries.

My eyes flicked at Jonathan. He wasn't misled by the message. He knew what I needed from him-now, this very minute. I ran my tongue about my lips. The curl of the tip left nothing to the imagination. It held the same promise as when I fed it directly to his cock the previous night. He knew what that tongue was capable of doing. He remembered receiving its pleasure, what thrills it unleashed.

"Let's not play games, Jonathan. You want me to fuck you, don't you?" I asked hoarsely.

Jonathan got to his feet, arranging himself between my legs. He stared down at my undulating flesh, plainly wrestling with the demands of his body. He barely had command of himself. The raw expression he displayed told of his eroding will power. "You won't stop until you get what you want, right, Ellie? Whatever it takes."

"Yes."

"You don't care if you hurt anybody in the process," was his next consideration. The strain in his voice informed me he was at his wits end.

"Do you doubt I won't tell Mario-or permit him to discover what we've done?" I shook my head. "That won't happen, Jonathan. I assure you."

He pressed his lips together as he studied the damp pussy I made available to him.

"I want to fuck you," I sighed, stroking his smooth chest. Those magnificent pectorals screamed for my touch. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. He began to get moist from the tension I exuded. I began to undo the buttons above his protestations. "Oh, yeah, Jonathan. I want you now."

"Here, at the lab?" he muttered, unable to stop me. Rather than seize my wrist to subvert my actions, he enclosed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I gasped, shaking from its delicious sting. "It feels so good."

He helped himself to my tits, sheltering them with his large hands. Rivulets of sweat left them soaked. His touch instigated a flurry of excitement.

When I had his chest bared, I sobbed with delight at his muscular physique. Jonathan was a superb man. I indulged myself of that fetish, roaming its sturdy contours. I fixed upon his nipples, affording them a stirring twist. I examined each terrain, enjoying every inch of his masculinity. Why would the man disguise the fruit of his rigorous conditioning? The oversized shirts he wore masked his virile appeal. If he improved his wardrobe and went to contacts, I had no doubt Jonathan would never spend a lonely night in his bed. Women would swarm around him, yearning for a taste of him.

Jonathan appeared engaged by my exploration-in spite of himself. He discontinued his complaints. Having assured him he wouldn't be intruded upon removed much of his concern. My reiteration that Mario would not learn of this transgression was further incentive.

I dropped my hand to his belt buckle. The swell of his cock was vividly shown through his pants. I wet my lips, anticipating its heavy thrust. It would feel so good fucking that massive thing. I recalled how great it had been for me the previous night. It stretched thickly from his groin, palpitating from my graze.

Jonathan pulled off his pants and threw them in a heap next to my raincoat. He couldn't deny his hunger for me. His rushed movements emphasized that impression. I exposed it, and, therefore, I would finish the job.

"You want me, baby," I whispered, my breath coming up short. "You want to fuck me, don't you, Jonathan. Oh, yeah. I want that, too. I want you to shove your big dick inside my pussy." My nails raked his firm chest. "Admit it. I satisfied you yesterday. I can do it again."

"Yes," he muttered, scanning my tits, my snatch. He trembled. "Yes."

It bothered me to deceive him. I was beginning to like the man, as well as his equipment. The pages I sought were within range of my hand. How simple it would have been to slip them in my bag while he pumped me. By the time I left, Jonathan would be dazed and spent. I'd exhaust him of strength and presence of mind. We could spend the rest of the night in my bed, fucking our brains out.

I took his cock into my fist and pumped it. I felt its erratic beat. "You sure are ready, baby. Mmmmmm." I trembled with excitement. He was delightfully stiff. "There's no use fighting it, is there? We both need it. God, I wanted you all day, baby. I've been thinking about that huge thing going in and out of my cunt since I woke up." I continued to massage him while lingering on words that made his pulse react. I wanted to recapture his power, harness that fierce masculine energy and bring it to ecstatic use. I quivered from the stark reality of it all. Jonathan truly aroused me.

Jonathan looked anxious, starved. He appeared high-strung as I worked him with my hand. I could tell from the tremors within his flesh he wanted to slide that cock into me. It pulsed heavily in my grip.

Instinctively, I spread my legs. They curled perfectly around his waist. My heels touched his ass, then dug in. He traced his fingers over my erect nipples. His hand spanned my tit, then availed himself to an impassioned squeeze. I cried out, flattening my back to the table's cool surface. I was hot and ready for that man.

I steered his dick to my cunt lips, nudging the head into their moist fold. His contact with my juiciness nearly caused him to lurch. He still fought for control. At that delicate juncture, there was no shortage of it. In his mind, I'm sure he wanted to drive me wild with his abandoned thrusts. He was up for the challenge of reaffirming my claim of his sexual powers.

"Mmmmmmm, that feels nice," I announced, guiding him up and down my damp slit. My cunt definitely wanted to feel more of him, but I withheld the urge. I was determined to see him bend to my rule.

Jonathan's resolution was governed by a stronger force-one that tested mine to the limit. He revealed that through his rough embracing and piercing eyes.

When I lowered his bloated cockhead to my entrance, he pushed. I was surprised-and enormously aroused-by his authority. His cock began sinking steadily into my cunt, propelled by thinly contained urgency. My head tilted upward and I emitted a choked cry. My wet cunt lips met the solid push of his dick. Its tingling vibrations thrilled me.

"Ohhhhhh!" I cried out, overwhelmed by the sweet rush. It was an exact repeat of what I remembered. His cock was rigid, substantial, prying my cunt lips apart. "God, oh, Jesus." I grasped his ass, scratching him while sending my mound to his driving shaft.

Jonathan grinned at my feverish response, pausing in the midst of penetration to watch my ecstasy-ridden face. He knew he was giving me tremendous satisfaction by packing my cunt with his hard thing. I tended to enjoy the initial connection, getting filled by a stiff dick. Nothing matched that first plunge into my hot moisture and adjusting to the size of a guy's cock. It was a dizzy, weakening experience that left me hungry for more.

"Oh, yeah, I love it," I squealed, glad to be fucked by a real man. I abandoned myself to the flood of pleasure, lifting my hips to absorb more of his deliciously large cock. It sank into me slowly, wide and throbbing. I was aware of each inch cramming its way into my pussy. I moaned as he fed yet another section through my welcoming cunt lips. Jonathan had a whole lot to spare. He met my demand with inexhaustible supply. He pushed up and in that greedy hole and filled it to capacity. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I cried out with joy.

I loved when we were fully connected. I wanted to keep his entire cock encased in my snatch, but realized after several wonderful seconds that I could not merely lay on my back and not respond. I began to writhe, relishing its long, agonizing slide into my cunt. Jonathan reared back, taking all but the nectar-drenched head, then slammed forward so that I felt the impact of all twelve inches. His balls punctuated that wicked slam. I bit my bottom lip, then moaned. He jammed me with that monster. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Want more, Ellie?" he gasped, speaking in an retailored voice. He wasn't Jonathan the meek, but rather Jonathan the beast. "Want more of that thing? Oh, yeah. Let me put it where it belongs." He shoved himself full between my open pussy lips, emphasizing his urgency with a healthy smack. His thrust knocked the wind out of me.

I couldn't keep quiet, nor still, beneath the hammering force of his body. My enjoyment of his powerful thrusts was total. I arched my back as much as I could, then pushed my pussy to that lubricated shaft. I sighed as he sliced through it. I pelted him with my snatch, rolling my head from side to side. I derived intense pleasure from that big dick of his ramming home.

"Ohhhhhh, oh, fuck me, fuck me, Jonathan, fuck me hard. Do me good."

"I am, Ellie. Can't you feel how hard I'm giving it to you?"

"Yes," I elevated my tits so that my swollen nipples were brushed by his solid chest. I snared his wrists, twisting them in my grasp.

He slid in and out, effecting a rhythm intended to please, rocking on his heels. Jonathan didn't have a single problem pumping me while standing. The glazed look on his face, the mindless pumping and the animalistic grunts was affirmation of his pleasure. Jonathan cupped my ass with his large hands and pulled me as close to his body as possible. Our groins fit heatedly. We joined together with breathless purpose, fighting to maintain staying power while indulging ourselves to the limit. He grunted his satisfaction as he fucked me intensely for several moments, making me squeal from its severity. His stiffness rubbed between my cunt lips and ground against my clit. After a few strokes, I found myself going into a convulsion.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh!" I blew air through clenched teeth. That last thrust brought indescribable pleasure. "Oh God, you've gotten me so hot. Ohhhhhh. Don't stop. I want it. I really want it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Make me cum, Jonathan. Make me cum."

"It's right here," he muttered, feeding it to my hungry cunt. "Go get it. Yeah."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

I came with his cock shoved far into my pussy. I'm sure he reveled in my highly charged state, subjecting me to those energy-depleting spasms. It must have nourished his ego. He rammed me with his hard dick to sustain that superior feeling.

Jonathan, however, hadn't shown a solitary sign of weakening. If my wet pussy lips sliding over his rigid cock ruptured his confidence, he refrained from confirming it. From the scathing look he leveled upon me, I gathered his intention was to fuck me to incoherence.

"Jesus Christ," I sobbed, shaking violently while he pumped me. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh God!"

He stopped ramming that thing into me, cupped the back of my head and forced his tongue into my mouth. I was stunned by that vigorous assertion. Jonathan's fierce lovemaking took me by storm. I felt him throb in my cunt while he heightened my lustful awareness with his probing tip. After a moment, he gradually drew back to stare deeply into my eyes. We exchanged a sizzling look, then he started pumping me as madly as before.

Whew! Jonathan was an incredible fuck.

His sure and steady strokes revived me, making me fuck back. I ran my hands over the muscular definition of his back. My fingertips prickled his senses-I'm sure-because I saw the twitch in his expression.

"Make me cum again, please," I begged.

Our groins slapped together in sweet harmony. I felt his balls move between my thighs. He dove into me, building to hot momentum. His cock slipped through my muscle compression with masterful ease. I couldn't challenge it-not when it gave me a high voltage thrill.

The ravages of orgasm took their toll. I thrashed wildly, slinging my pussy at his groin to capture as much of his dick as I could. I hungrily absorbed it, clenching it somewhat before he dragged it out, then plunged back in. We repeated this action several times until I cried out and he grunted in ecstasy. We were exhilarated by that wet clinging sensation, that tingling friction. A fire raged between our legs that couldn't be extinguished through normal means. We had to fuck the irritation out of our systems.

"Let me get on top of you," I moaned. "I want to ride your cock."

Since Jonathan maintained his grip on my ass, it was quite simple for him to flip me onto his lap. We fell into the chair in which he previously sat. The springs protested from our sudden drop. He gasped as I rose above him, then fell with a breathless sigh. We accomplished this without breaking the connection. His cock was too embedded in my hot pussy to disengage. I felt much more of it squashed high in me. Jesus, it took several moments to adjust to this new position. As my weight settled, pressure from his dick was exerted.

"Yeah," I murmured, closing my eyes. I dwelled on the sensation. He speared through my spongy confines. I felt so impaled. Jonathan's massiveness overwhelmed me. There was no ducking those pulverizing inches. I sat on all twelve of them, dizzy with realization. Nothing equaled that rush. "God, baby, you're huge. Almost more than I can handle."

"Want to stop?"

"Not a chance." I stared down at him. His fiercely masculine body was slumped in the chair, ready to ride. That large chest heaved with anticipation. Those eyes, peering through his glasses, were glazed over. He moistened those dried lips with his tongue. I could feel his anxiety, his tremors of passion vibrating. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. He was gunned and raring to go.

Jonathan's hands roamed slowly over my body. I let my tits hang in his face, signaling for him to fully indulge himself with a sexy flicker. Those jutting globes were more than he could resist. He outlined them with trembling hands, gazing at their delicious quality. He made his approach to my swollen nipples. I whimpered as he tweaked them. I watched him enclose the stiff peaks, pinching, then cup my tits. Ohhhhhhh! I threw my head back when he squeezed. Jesus, that was good. His touch was electrifying. Stirring on his lap, I craved more of it.

"Hump me, Ellie," he said hoarsely.

I launched into a gentle ride, lifting and dropping my ass over that sweet cock. He studied me a second longer before drifting into a private reverie. I'm sure I was part of the fantasy, doing what I was doing. I was careful not to stop, afraid to shatter the spell. I let our joy climb stroke by stroke. I slid up and down his shaft, sighing as it filled me. My clit received its hot massage. Juicy sounds echoed beneath me as my cunt puckered his cock. Feverishly I encased him. Reciprocating, he picked himself off the chair and fed it to me. Our groins united in prolonged weakness.

Fucking in a chair wasn't the best place to work out your heated frustrations, but Jonathan canceled the remotest sense of discomfort. We caused the springs in the chair to groan from our shifting weight.

"Christ," he grunted. "Oh, Jesus, yeah, fuck that thing. Oh, Ellie, grab it with your pussy. Get down on it, cover it with your wet snatch. Tighten it around me. Yeah." He was hoarse from my exertions. He leaned back in the chair, delirious. We managed to keep ourselves sufficiently balanced so we wouldn't flip backward. "Fuck me, Ellie. Fuck me with that hot pussy. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm going to cum in it. I'm going to cream in your pussy."

The proximity of the papers I had designs on stealing was well within my reach. I fought back the impulse to snatch them and slide them in my bag. I rose and fell on Jonathan's cock, contemplating the correct turning point. Their removal from the table had to be transparent. I forced myself down on his shaft, having it sink leisurely into my cunt. "Did you think it would be this good? Hmmmmm?"

He nodded his head slowly, eyeing me, then let his gaze fall to my tits. He reached for the nipple, then shivered as my cunt lips gripped his thick base.

I arched my back, welcoming the surge. God, there was so much of him. "You don't compare to anyone I've had. No, this is better, satisfying. We've got chemistry, Jonathan. Can you see why

I've pursued you? None of this has been faked. You're actually making me cum."

He closed his eyes, enjoying my excursion on his lap. The slick noises my cunt lips made when catching his hard dick served as excellent inspiration. Neither of us could get enough of that stirring sound. After another moment, neither of us could talk-it was too fucking good.

I roved his body with genuine interest. Though Jonathan was basically an average looking guy, he became more sexy to me by the minute. His plain appearance bore no significance in my opinion. His virile profile and incredible body-not to mention tireless sex drive more than compensated for his lack of charisma. I was truly enjoying him. Too bad I had to use him to punish Mario-I was growing attached to him. As a matter-of-fact, I found myself liking him more than I originally anticipated. He served up a chemical that had a virulent effect on my hormones. If I wasn't careful, he just might turn the tables on me and make me his slave.

I scooped up his balls. They were heavy, compact, strained in their sac. I fondled them. Jonathan emitted groans of delight. I felt the thick wedge of cock embedded in me as I hoisted myself. The heavy trunk was throbbing, extending into my pussy, sopping with juice. I ran my hand over it repeatedly, expanding my range to include his thighs. Mmmmmmmmm, more firmness, I sighed. I sunk on him, panting. My pussy was packed with his big dick. I bobbed in a frenzy. Jonathan was an unbelievable fuck.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned, pulling myself up, then letting gravity take me back down. The sweet crushing force of my pussy seemed to make him weak. It certainly stole my breath, cramming that huge thing into my snatch.

We listened to my succulent cunt lips as they made their slick descent on his rigid shaft, then scale that marvelous swell of undeniable manliness. His dick had an ample coating of my glistening dew. I varied my strokes, taking him deep then shortening the drop. When I did take him whole, Jonathan rocked his head from side to side in response to the intensity of pleasure.

The impulse to nab those papers grew stronger. I glanced at them, then froze. I was close to achieving my goal. All I had to do was reach around Jonathan's sweaty face in the heat of action and take them. He wouldn't know what had happened, not with the amount of joy that ran through his body.

Without warning, he treated me to a delicious massage. His hands streamed over my tits, compressing, kneading, enclosing the erect nipples. Wild sensations hurtled through me. His touch was potent. I temporarily shelved the idea of seizing that document. "You feel so good, Ellie. You're the hottest thing I ever saw."

I was infatuated by the masculine command in his voice. "It's all for you, Jonathan. Oh, yes, take it. Go ahead. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I plunged onto his cock, receiving it full. Jesus, I thought with a delectable shudder. I was quite slippery between my legs. Ecstasy was on the horizon, signaling me. My fingertips revolved about my nipples, then in a flight of abandon, I gathered up my tits and luxuriously embraced them. I spouted cries of bliss that reverberated throughout my body. I thumbed my nipples for several stimulating moments, then rocked against him, fucking that big dick with my pussy. Luscious moist sounds followed. My fingers curled around his balls and solid growth of cock as I lifted my ass. "I want it so bad."

"I'm so glad you're here," he said, his eyes assuming that vacant quality. I was unsure whether he was addressing me or my pussy.

I worked my hips, taking that dick into my cunt. The insides of my thighs were moist and warm from all that tugging. The tickle of his slapping balls made me moan. "I love sitting on you. It feels so good."

"It does feel too good to be bad," he said, remembering my remark from last night. The hot rub my pussy gave him strained his voice. I intensified my strokes, bringing him higher in my snatch. "Move your hips, Ellie. Fuck me. Yeah. Oh, God. Do it."

"Sure, baby." I clasped his biceps. They were bulging, substantial. "Whatever you want." I could barely hold him in my pussy. I grew tighter with excitement. He struggled to make it fit, pushing and pulling until he gained further access. With all the might I possessed, I exerted pressure to his dick. He groaned, deep and throaty. "It hurt this morning, when I woke up. I never came like that before-it was so fucking good." I caressed his body, indulging myself with its toned texture. Muscle and compactness swept beneath my hand.

I saw anxiety build in his features. Talk of hot sex and orgasms inflamed him. I humped his cock faster, urging him to dwell on it. I wanted him to cum thinking he had it made. My hips whipped back and forth, propelled by desire. We fucked like this for several uninterrupted moments: frantically, hungrily. We turned our sights to something too staggering to absorb. I listened to his gasps as I worked him with my pussy, the compelling sound of it grabbing his cock. Our groins collided in a fit of passion. I plummeted on that hard mass, moaning as it fucked through my hot squish and went far into my cunt. I smashed my pussy to him, arresting that sensation that churned inside me. My cunt lips entirely surrounded him, having him bake in my sizzling juices. My entire snatch was combustible. I leaned back, twisting down on his thick base, grinding myself to his cock. Arching my spine, I tilted my head as far as it would go. My body screamed with pleasure. I searched below with my hand, clawing Jonathan's strong thighs. I dug into his flesh and trembled. My nipples were at their highest point, throbbing on my upraised tits.

"I'm gonna cum," I said. "I'm gonna cum."

The spasms were harsh, sweeping over me like battering waves. I shook roughly with Jonathan's cock buried to the hilt, crying out his name over and over. Jonathan lay back, rigid, bracing himself from the violence of my orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh! Oh God. Sweet Jesus-"

At length, I rose to my haunches, woozy from those savage contractions. I was sore. Jonathan remained pulsating, hard-penetrating me. I scooped up my tits. My nipples ached from that bombardment of sensation. My strength was sapped. I couldn't sit on him much longer, nearly toppling after the shuddering subsided.

"Jesus," I sighed, too weak to continue.

Jonathan must have sensed my physical defeat. Unfortunately, he hadn't cum yet and wasn't liable to withdraw his very aroused dick from my pussy. He fanned my buttocks with his large hands. Raw urgency was communicated through touch. Without uttering a word of direction, he lifted me back onto table. The hard copy I sought was right under my hand, my bag beside it. My heart hammered. Jonathan wasn't cognizant of anything but what his cock was stuck inside of. I moaned, anxious to please him. He picked up my legs, placing my ankles on his wide, powerful shoulders.

I gasped. When he began pumping me, my body switched into gear. I was on automatic pilot. Though I was completely exhausted, I found myself responding to him. My senses were careening at each shove he took. I found the vigor to thrash and buck from him. Each jolt into my pussy provoked me, awakening an impulse to fuck back. His cock plunged in and out of me with its splitting hardness. It seemed bigger and more satisfying than ever. His urgent thrusts made my ass jerk atop the table. My cunt lips sucked him into my warm, squirming body.

I kept pushing up, giving him my pussy, urging him to cum in it. He pushed, slicing through my hot squish. He groaned, lost in his passion. When he rammed into me again, my mouth dropped open. I shook and moaned from the force of his body. I cried out as he pounded into me, burying his dick between my quivering legs.

"Yes, oh yes, oh, baby, I want you to shoot inside me. I want to feel that hot explosion. Fuck me, fuck me good. Give it all you've got." I grabbed the printouts of Maxibase code and steered them into my bag. I executed their placement with startling precision. Jonathan didn't seem to notice a thing. "Don't hold back, yeah, give me that cock, feed my cunt. Slam the whole thing in. Yeah, ohhhhhhh! More, baby, fuck me as hard as you can!"

Jonathan accelerated his thrusts. His rapid-fire strokes weren't intended for my gratification, but rather to expedite his own. That cock came at me quick and steady. I saw it submerge as his hairy groin bounced off mine. It went in and out of me, giving me so much pleasure I thought I'd go insane. I couldn't stand much more, the stimulation much too intense.

"Yeah," he grunted. "Yeah." His face got red, then contorted. I witnessed the deterioration of his staying power. Jonathan was no longer in command. His hot goo spilled into me. "Aaarrgghh. Oh, Ellie. Uggghhhh! Uggghhh! Uggghhhhhhh!"

He shook, smacking his groin to mine as he gushed. I felt his hot splash of jism inside my pussy, followed by wildly jerking contractions. Jonathan held me tightly, covering my sweat soaked tits with his chest. My nipples poked into his fevered flesh. I felt his heart hammering during the eruption. It beat madly. '

"Ugghhh, ughhhh, ugghhh!"

I was amazed at his show of affection when the last spasm faded. Jonathan covered my lips with his mouth and gave me a passionate kiss. His tongue probed me, returning the fulfillment I provided him. It was an exhilarating aftermath, made sweeter by my deception. The papers were safely in my purse.

I didn't want him to pull out just yet-but he did. His cum poured out of my pussy. Jesus, I'd been flooded. I also felt empty without all that dick in my cunt. I rubbed my tender pussy lips. "Wow. What a trip that was."

"Whew," Jonathan exhaled.

I cuddled myself to him. "I really enjoyed that. How about coming home with me? I want to have you all night long."

"What about finishing my work?"

"You'll manage to do that tomorrow. Come on, baby. Let's go to my place."

Jonathan looked at odds with himself. I definitely compromised his ethics. Before he could arrive at an answer, his eyes flickered at the table. "Hey. What's going on here?"

I froze. I didn't expect him to take immediate notice. "What do you mean?"

"Where's my printouts?" He scanned the table, then saw my bag. I couldn't stop him fast enough. His hand shot in there and dragged them out. "You were going to steal my work?"

I bit my lip. "Now, Jonathan-"

He engaged me with a furious look. "I demand an explanation, Ellie. What are you after?"

CHAPTER FIVE

"I repeat, what are you trying to accomplish, Ellie?"

I was stricken by his discovery. My vocal cords would not function. I did little more than stare into those blazing eyes and shake.

Jonathan twisted my wrist. "I want an answer, now!"

"You're hurting me!" I finally spat.

"I'll do worse than that." He dragged me close, exhibiting uncivilized strength. The afterglow we enjoyed seconds before evaporated into a storm cloud. He didn't give me a moment's opportunity to fabricate an acceptable reason. "I want the truth. Were you plotting something that would hurt the company?"

I writhed in his clutches. His grip on me was shorn of tenderness. I had never known Jonathan owned such a fiery disposition. He treated my duplicity with severity.

I couldn't create a suitable explanation. Pain shot up my arm from Jonathan's inflexible hold.

Where was the passionate man with which I had hot sex? I could not associate the hostile glared I received with the same person. "Oh God, Jonathan. Please, let me go. Owwwwwwwww!"

"Shut up," he barked. "You were setting me up, weren't you? You were going to sell our code to our competitors for a quick buck, weren't you?"

His accurate reading of my intentions floored me. I guessed sticking those papers in my bag led one to derive that conclusion.

When I neglected to refute his accusation, he swung my arm behind me and gave it another agonizing twist. My tits were smashed to his chest. I could feel his labored breathing, and saw evidence of pumped adrenaline. He had me in a vulnerable position.

"You seduced me for financial gain," he charged. "You pretended to enjoy it, but you had other motives."

"No. You must believe me, Jonathan. The sex was good. I loved it. I didn't fake a thing."

"Liar." Not only was Jonathan angry, but the magnitude of my betrayal visibly injured him. "Were you planning to frame me for the missing documentation? I can just picture it: I'd be on the hook for our rivals incorporating our code in their programs. Mario would have my ass. Was money that high a priority?"

Imperiling his six figure per year income feasibly spurred his fury. I couldn't blame his lashing out at me. I deserved a fair measure of his wrath. My attempt at sabotaging Mario's software operation turned into a complete abortion.

"The money was merely a small part," I confessed at length.

He scrutinized me. "What are you saying?"

It was my turn to seethe. "Your precious database has cost me my happiness. Mario has devoted his energies to the success of that program to the exclusion of my welfare. I'm treated like crap. I wouldn't be surprised if he dumped me after it gets released to the public."

"Mario cares about you."

"Bullshit. He has more of a hard-on for Maxibase than he does me. Honestly, if he could fuck that software, he would."

"That's a poor excuse for disloyalty. If you've got a beef with Mario, you ought to settle it with him without dragging others into it. Our careers are collectively at stake here. Selling code to some of the major houses could lead to a major setback."

"I know," I sneered. "I want Mario to suffer."

Jonathan's features darkened. "We would all suffer, you bitch. You're tampering with our livelihood."

"I don't care."

Jonathan reasserted his painful clamp. "Of course, you don't. You've been pampered from the start. You don't know what it's like to sweat out a version upgrade, working out the snarls. No, all you have to worry about is the next outfit you're going to buy on a Rodeo Drive shopping spree."

"Let me go, Jonathan-this instant!"

"No. I won't stand back and let you disassemble our blood and sweat and sell it to the highest bidder. When Mario learns what you tried to accomplish, he'll want nothing more to do with you. You'll walk the streets before he'll give you a second chance."

Thoughts veered through my head. I couldn't get a fix on my options. Jonathan had me by the short hairs. Blurting my scheme threw a wrench in the works but good. I couldn't risk exposure. I had to dissuade him from taking action. I couldn't afford to call his bluff-if he was indeed baiting me.

"Perhaps I made a mistake," I softened. "It was an act of passion, of unrequited love. I shouldn't have gone to such dramatic lengths."

"You're damned right," he exhaled, though unwilling to release me from captivity.

"I suppose there's no decent way of making amends for my wrongdoing," I whispered, hoping to diffuse some of his anger. "I probably should have considered exploring other choices."

Jonathan didn't mention a word-he was thoroughly enraged by then.

In the heat of our inflammatory exchange, I was reminded of the sweet fucking we had just finished. We were both essentially naked. I didn't have on a stitch, and Jonathan was minus his pants. We both smelled of sex. Sweat filtered the air. Our flesh had clashed in a flight of passion-only to progress into verbal and physical combat. I had incited a temper that could not be regulated with soft words. I decided my only recourse was for us to return to our steaming coupling. Sex yielded better results.

"This is going to kill Mario when he learns what you tried to do," he finally blurted.

"Why does he have to know? I said I was sorry."

"You can't be trusted, Ellie. Who knows what you'll try next. No, I'll have to square him."

"Come on, Jonathan. You don't want to instigate something that hasn't even happened."

"Printouts of our code were in your purse. Come on, Ellie. You can't deny it."

I caressed his arm. "Can't we just sweep this little incident under the carpet?"

"I don't think so," he gruffly said.

I wasn't quick to sweat it. Jonathan was neither going to intimidate me with strength or threat. I stroked his hand in a light, stirring fashion that invariably reminded him of his gender. "What does it take to buy your silence, Jonathan? Hmmm? What can I do for you? I can think of a great many things you'd love-if you'll only permit me the opportunity."

"I don't want anything more from you, Ellie. You used me-and I'm turning you in."

"No, you won't. You don't want to punish me like that. No, you want to do it in other, delightful ways. Secret ways. Ways you probably dreamed of at night, when you were alone." I employed a slick, sexy voice, petitioning his manly side. My feathery graze reawakened his hormones. I played over those biceps, trailing to his muscular forearms, then skimmed his stout fingers. "Let's go to my place. I'll do whatever you want, without hesitation." When he didn't verbally respond, I rotated my ass over his limp cock, fanning it with calculation. "You can tie me up-handcuff me if you wish. I'll be at your total command. I will yield to whatever punishment you adopt." My buttcheeks brushed his dick in a stimulating pattern while my fingers provoked him. "How does that sound?"

Jonathan deliberated. For someone of noble character, he seemed staunch in doing the right thing-yet, slowly, I undermined that attribute. My wriggling ass was credited in part for stripping him of that value. During the settlement process, I made every effort to influence his decision. My wanting body shifted in its subdued clutch. I wanted to appear utterly helpless and willing to compensate any loss he incurred by being his servant.

That, I determined, would buy me additional time. My scheme required reconstructive-not cosmetic-surgery.

"How about it, Jonathan?" I whispered in a willowy pitch. "You know it'll be good. I'll take care of you in bed like never before. I'll let you become the man you've yearned to be." I stroked him carefully, appealing to that wild, jittery feeling that inevitably emerged when I got him excited. "Hmmmmmmmmm. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"We'll go to my place," he hoarsely agreed.

"Sure," I sighed, writhing slowly, letting him take advantage of my captured flesh. "Whatever you say, baby. Just tell me what you want."

He released my wrist. It stung like hell, but I kept it to myself. "Do you have my address?"

I nodded. "I've memorized it since last night. I also know your home phone number by heart."

"Be there in a half-hour,!' he barked in a no-nonsense tone.

"You've got it." I slipped on my raincoat and high heels without giving him a second glance. By the time I turned to bestow him a parting kiss, his pants were on and belt fastened. I drifted into his arms and skimmed his mouth with my lips. I noted an absence of affection, replaced by an accusatory look. The seed of suspicion had been planted-Jonathan wasn't going to be so easy to handle from that moment forward. I could ill afford a second mistake and resolved to narrow my margin for error. "I can't wait."

When I left him in the lab, my heart pumped in a frenzy. I thought I would die before getting to my car. Jesus, I had fucked up but good.

I was at Jonathan's mercy. I wasn't afraid of providing him the sex I promised-it was the threat of his disclosing my culpability to Mario. The lifestyle to which I had grown accustomed was under fire. Jonathan held my fate in his hands. My little project to ruin Mario had backfired-and I prepared myself to pay a price for that trickery.

A half hour wasn't nearly enough of a reprieve. I arrived at Jonathan's home, completely unnerved. Fucking him was not the problem-depending on his not blowing the whistle on me after he got what he wanted was.

Per his instructions, I retained the raincoat and my nudity underneath. My spike heels clicked against the pavement as I alighted from my car. I assumed my decadent manner of dressing met with his approval.

Unlike Mario's Spanish mission-style house, Jonathan had a simple ranch. He was not the ostentatious sort by any stretch of the imagination. It figured Jonathan preferred a low profile, given his routine timidity.

I glanced at my wrists, which were still inflamed. A humble man hadn't inflicted that on me. No, Jonathan had changed. I was unable to anticipate his mood, nor the scene he arranged.

Jonathan must have seen me pull into his driveway, for his front door opened and he stood there beckoning. He treated my ingress with somber recognition. No words were exchanged. We both were aware of my purpose.

Seated in Jonathan's family room was a tall, dark-haired man with black-framed glasses. He wasn't particularly handsome: his features were sharp, yet scholarly. He nodded politely at the point of my entrance.

"Ellie, this is Kirk," Jonathan acquainted. "He's a programming consultant I've worked with independently."

"Pleased to meet you," I said, accepting his handshake. Kirk had a rather antiseptic touch. I referenced his long, thick fingers, however, as well as his strapping figure. Strangely, I began to feel that anxious sensation running through my body. Kirk didn't strike me as a sexual person, yet the fact be was another computer geek caused my lust to flare.

Christ, I wondered. Did nerds turn me on? Was 1 developing a thing for those intellectual beasts?

The primary circumstance I came to realize was exactly how deceptive looks were. These were men who disguised themselves in drab clothes and altered their innocent features with devices like thick or obnoxious glasses. To the average eye, they were construed as a tame bunch. Their masquerade, however, was deliberately staged to mask the hot-blooded lovers they truly were.

Even after an extensive observation, I couldn't establish the relationship between Jonathan and Kirk. They appeared to be friends, but to what level, I was unsure.

I sat next to Kirk, balancing those perceptions while Jonathan remained standing. I was surprised by his kindness when he fetched me a glass of chilled white wine. He handed it to me impassively, however, his expression exempt of warmth.

Kirk had been nursing a glass himself. I was acutely aware that conversation was at an absolute minimum and that the two men appeared to swap signals. I played along, not having the remotest idea of what was on their minds.

Jonathan conducted our little assembly while the strains of Beethoven could be heard in the background. I should have known he liked classical music-it fit his character so well.

After several sips of wine, I achieved moderate composure. I was game for whatever plan they so designed. Neither man, however, resorted to sexual connotation. I couldn't believe I would be invited to participate in a cultural gathering.

To liven things, I loosened my raincoat and crossed my legs. My cleavage surfaced almost concurrently with my sumptuous thigh.

I was at their utter disposal, to enjoy as they wished.

Jonathan moved next to me. He took a pensive gulp from his glass, then placed it on the table. Without preliminary, he reached for the belt of my raincoat. I made no motion to stop him. Kirk, who resided at my other side, reserved comment.

I closed my eyes and emptied my mind of everything but the two men who flanked me. A distinct throbbing commenced in my pussy. I couldn't begin to understand, nor control, the flurry of passion that engulfed me.

While Jonathan opened my raincoat, I slipped against Kirk and moaned. My tits fell out and my moist, red patch came under intense scrutiny. I feverishly rubbed Kirk with my aroused body while Jonathan probed me. I gasped when those cool, inflexible fingers streamed over my wanting flesh. Jonathan peered at me with almost clinical study, as though measuring my individual response to each area he swept. He dusted over my erect nipples, then fluttered down to my damp thatch. Electrical currents of virulent power coursed through me. His touch intoxicated me , with a stimulation I couldn't elude. I squirmed and sobbed, letting Kirk absorb my horny vibrations. Pinned to my one side, he had little choice but to be subjected to my breathless interrogation.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I gasped. Similar to Jonathan, Kirk's frame was of solid muscle; his was of comparable might. Blindly, I roamed his manly contours. The flat of my palm flowed over his sinew-rich thighs, then went directly for his crotch. The area was totally inflamed. Wow! Without even looking, I was impressed with the size of him. Kirk was monstrous! I shivered at the delicious evolution of things to come.

So that was his secret fantasy, I thought: to be shared with a business acquaintance-and what an acquaintance Kirk was!

Jonathan yanked off his shirt, revealing his magnificently defined chest. He seemed emotionless as he scanned my nude body, implying he was led by primitive impulse alone.

I panted as he unzipped and took out his elongated cock. My mouth watered at its twelve-inch span. He steered it toward me, summoning my appetite. My fingertips slithered over Kirk's crotch, climbing over the jutting shape of his dick. His pulsations were plain to the touch. I stroked him while Jonathan came at me with his big thing. My thighs split apart, my hips elevated. I prepared to welcome him with my pussy. That sweet nervousness that afflicted my snatch dominated my entire lower region.

"Ohhhhhhh," I whimpered, shutting my eyes. I was much too aroused to watch. I felt my ass being lifted by a pair of strong hands. My legs were splayed and then that cunt-opening push followed. Jonathan slid right in there, filling me with bone-solid cock. Oh God! His twelve inches entered me slowly. I heard his gasp of pleasure as my juicy snatch caught and swallowed him. I opened my eyes to view his face when another hand turned my head. I saw Kirk's big dick moving toward my face. His member was huge and throbbing, aimed for the hot, swirling moisture within my cheeks. Upon reflex, I expanded my lips and let it slide into my mouth. Both of the men groaned as they took enjoyment from my body.

"Oh, man, she's sucking it," Kirk said while packing himself into my face. "She's doing a great job-just like you said. Ahhhhhhhhh. Work that cock, baby-swallow me. Yeah, ahhhhhhhh, that feels incredible. Pump it with those hot, sucking lips. Oh, yeah. Eat it. Take me whole."

I couldn't see his contortions, but his dick sure tasted nice. I blew him, availing myself of his manly bulk. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I was going to suck his cock until I had a mouthful of cum.

Jonathan jammed me with an abandoned swing of his hips. I was impaled to the hilt. "Christ, her pussy's so tight. Jesus, those cunt lips are rippling over my dick, making the skin tingle. Oh yeah, I've got to fuck that hot snatch, pack it all in there. Ahhhhhhhh, yeah, baby, let my nice, big dick fuck you. Let it slide right up that sweet pussy."

The position he held me in placed great demand on my shoulders. They ground into the cushions of the sofa. The blood was rushing to my head as Jonathan dragged me to his swollen cock and sent the inflated head to the bottom of my cunt. God, he was a piece of work. My juiciness, however, provided adequate lubrication. He made me moan as he fucked me.

I took on two nerds-and loved it. I recalled a saying that held truth: it's not the size of the wand he's holding, but the magician's ability to perform the trick. That adage proved doubly correct. They had both the equipment and talent to boundlessly satisfy.

My opinion of Jonathan was once again retooled. That he would arrange for a three-way with a friend of his demolished his clean-cut, innocent image. Jonathan had a dark side I found fun to explore. The more I learned, the greater I liked it.

"She's sure enjoying your dick," Kirk mentioned. His fingertips dug into my temple, expressing urgency as he fed me his stiff thing. My face was shoved between his surrounding legs. All I could see was the dark wisps of hair on his muscled thighs. "God! Listen to her eat it. She can't get enough. Christ, is she hot." His voice strained. "Oh, yeah. Rub those moist lips all over my cock."

"She's insatiable," Jonathan pronounced, pumping me. "Loves to fuck. She's got a whole lot of energy she never seems to burn off. She'll keep getting you up, stiff as a bat. Go ahead. Help yourself to that mouth. Shove your thing in there and get it sucked." He shuddered, then sank his cock through my cunt. "Ahhhhhhhhh. We're giving her exactly what she's been drooling for."

I craved cock-primed and ready for action. Jonathan and his studly friend gave me a double dose of what I yearned for, keeping the supply steady.

I ran my tongue in small circles around the base of Kirk's shaft. My lips were wrapped securely around his cock, sucking up and down its throbbing length. God, he really packed my mouth. I doubted the entire thing would fit without going into my throat. I relaxed myself and let him push. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. From his ecstatic shake, he approved. I listened to him gasp as he reached bottom. He groaned at being swathed in saliva. My lips vibrated around him while my tongue kept him pulsing with its stimulating licks.

Ohhhhhhhhh, I really loved sucking cock. I loved having a big dick in my mouth-but most of all, I loved making it cum. Jism has a most quenching flavor.

I permitted my instincts to guide me. I arched my back and took that long, rigid cock into my pussy. I was sopping wet from its sweet friction. Though I was unable to watch it enter me, I knew it was enormous. Those hands cupping my ass pulled me to that firm, lean body. Our groins met with agonizing pressure-the kind of agony that originates from being joined to someone you cannot fulfill fast enough. That impulse coincided with each penetrating stroke of Jonathan's dick. My cries were muffled against the hard thing in my mouth. I shivered as it sank far into my pussy, dividing layers of squish to accommodate its size. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. We made the most intoxicating sounds. Hearing Jonathan rub against my sopping cunt lips, making those wet noises, inflamed my senses.

This fast became one of my favorite fantasies-getting fucked by two nerds. I got into it. My fleshed hummed with desire. I wanted all they could give me. I had to drain both their fact-rich minds and horny bodies. They were smarter than me. They could spin circles around me both intellectually and sexually.

They were also breathlessly in charge.

"That's it, baby, suck me," Kirk ordered. "Suck my dick, use your tongue. Circle the head. Jesus, yes, like that. Stroke my balls while you've got me in your mouth. Be nice to them-they're going to give you a hot, creamy treat."

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I whimpered against that warm, male flesh. I wriggled through the wiry pubes, avoiding their tangle. His balls were tight, sensitive. He lurched as I caressed them, though he didn't budge from my oral embrace. His knees remained planted by the sides of my head. He worked his hips, keeping more than half his cock in my mouth. I rubbed him with my sexy lips, smearing him with tingling saliva. I deliberately oozed spittle until I dribbled to his pulsating stem. That bore a feverish effect on him. He trembled, then seized my head and pumped my face until the rush of excitement ebbed. Somehow I managed to handle it. My knack of quickly adapting to rotating conditions remained top-notch.

"Lick me up and down, baby. Lick my cock, keep me wet, slide those wet lips all over. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. That feels so good."

"Mmmmmmmmmm." I gave Kirk excellent head. I was so talented with my mouth, he might have suspected I did it for a living rather than for the fun of it. I concentrated only on pleasure as I nibbled his shaft and pressed my tongue down hard against the head to build his passion.

"How does that pussy feel?" Kirk asked while getting sucked.

"Unbelievable. Want some?"

"Yeah. Let's switch. I want to fuck her for a while."

"That ass looks pretty good to me. I think I'll help myself to a little. I'll squeeze my dick between those hot cheeks and make it disappear."

"Think you can go for a little double penetration, baby?" Kirk asked me after detaching himself from my lips. "Twice the cock, twice the fun?"

He didn't look as much a nerd at that moment with his healthy set of muscles and a body covered with dark wisps. His hair was thick and in wild confusion. A glint of mischief twinkled from his eyes. Without his glasses, Kirk looked almost feral.

Jonathan's features were mired with sweat. He seemed to be in agony from the exertions of pushing his fat dick through my tight pussy. When it popped from my aroused cunt lips and I considered its size, I panted at the thought of taking it into my ass.

"This is going to feel so good, baby," Kirk assured me, getting on his back. "Come on, sit on me." He stroked his cock, priming it for my pussy. It extended through his secure grip, bulging high.

I couldn't resist something that large. It excited me just to study it. I knew it was going to be incredible. I mounted him, swinging my shapely legs around him. A lump of excitement formed in the pit of my throat. I hadn't had two men simultaneously in quite a while, but welcomed the challenge. As Kirk had succinctly put it, "Twice the cock, twice the fun."

I saw the look of hunger on Kirk's face and knew how much he wanted to feel the inside of my hot pussy. His thing stood straight up without the help of his hand. I settled my ass onto his lap, teasing him for a minute with the brush of my damp pubes. I swept over his throbbing mass without inserting him in my cunthole. I wanted him to get a little crazy-let his hormones simmer-before he felt my wet, clasping lips. He already sampled my mouth; now my snatch would finish the job.

Jonathan massaged my shoulders from behind. I could feel his breath along my back. His fingertips grazed my flesh. Throughout the rubdown, I was alert to that big thing about to go in my ass. My flesh, however, dripped with perspiration. I was slippery enough for penetration, ready to take on his big dick.

I cupped Kirk's shoulders and lifted my ass until Jonathan's pulsing helmet was at my entrance. His massive chest rose and fell in anticipation. Sweat gleamed on his face. Kirk stared up at me, nodding for me to come down on him. He silently willed me to make that hot connection.

I deliberately took it slow, making his first acquaintance with my pussy a memorable incident. As I sank down on that rock-hard shaft, I squeezed every inch I absorbed. I treated his pulsating flesh to juicy compression.

"Jesus," Kirk hissed through clenched teeth. He was unprepared for the heat of my pussy. I had him shuddering as I made my descent, letting my snatch ripple over his swollen cock.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned. The pink rim of my snatch seemingly stretched to its limit in accommodating his heavy width. We both watched it slide into my pussy.

"Bring it down, baby-all the way down."

I worked it into me, wriggling my hips and waving my tits in his face. My hard nipples flashed before him, dripping sweat onto his convulsing chest. I was glad to prolong Kirk's agony. I wasn't in a hurry to get him off, preferring to suspend the moment.

When his balls touched my butt cheeks, I knew I finally reached bottom. I had the entire thing planted in my cunt. I let out a sigh, feeling Kirk pulse against my inner walls. Ohhhhhhhhh. He filled me nicely.

Of course, I wasn't going to just sit on him. Kirk yearned for movement, for the silken sensation of my pussy running up and down his shaft. He longed for my juicy cunt lips to stroke his cock. I wanted that, too-but it would have been nice to linger in this position. Kirk was much too impatient. He seized my ass, taking a cheek with each hand, and dragged me up his length until all but his cunt-moistened head was breathing air, then plunged me back to his thick base. I trembled as that thing penetrated me.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned, getting my pussy crammed with Kirk. My fingers dug into his shoulders-a sign of passion he totally discounted. Those glazed eyes told me he wasn't subject to minor bouts of pain when the rest of him responded to the intoxicating warmth of my cunt.

"Yeah, feels so good. It's better than I expected. Come on, baby, give me some pussy. Fuck me with that snatch. Ride my cock. Show me how horny you are for my nice, big dick."

I obeyed. My sluiced cunt lips fucked him, slithering up and down his throbbing length. I jammed all of him into me, sobbing with joy as I took him to the deepest part of my cunt, then almost tore him from its squishy confines with an upward surge. My hips snapped as I devoured him. His balls slapped my ass while we fucked.

The pair of hands resting on my hips sparked with life. Jonathan had seen enough-now he wanted a piece of the action that included burying his cock in my ass. He spread my cheeks apart until my butthole was visible. The hard tip pressed into it, signaling a twitch of rejection. I had to immediately relax myself, reducing my frantic pace. Although my cunt was hot and juicy, my asshole wasn't equipped to engage that large thing.

"Let me in, baby," he muttered in my ear. "Let me in that warm ass of yours."

He pushed and pushed until, finally, his cockhead sank into the opening. I let out a cry, then dragged air into my lungs as he introduced more of himself into my narrow channel. As I suspected, the excess sweat and stray juices supplied him the necessary ointment. Jonathan took his time, filling my ass with cock. Ohhhhhh. I gave myself over to the gutting sensation.

"Yes," I murmured, lightheaded. "Oh, yes, make it fit. Make it fit, baby."

"Not much room left, with Jonathan in there. Oh, man, got to squeeze my dick past that knot."

Kirk's features went tense as Jonathan crammed himself into me. The wall between my pussy and asshole wore thin. The two men encountered tremendous pressure having their dicks in me. They fought to keep their own space while bulging through my tender innards.

"Jesus, Jonathan, you're killing me," Kirk grunted. "Maybe we better do her separately."

"No way. We're going to fuck her at the same time." He thrusted harder, packing the rest of himself into my buns. "Ahhhhhhhh, can't stop myself, anyway. I can't stop myself from fucking this sweet ass. Come on, baby, move your butt and fuck us. You've got all the cock you need."

My mouth dropped open and I shivered for several uninterrupted seconds. After a moment, it didn't hurt. Pure pleasure emerged. The thought of having the most excited parts of their bodies in mine drove me wild. I went up and down, carrying them with me, putting some snap in our connection.

Kirk's protests were silenced after my pussy locked around him, getting his shaft greasy. His eyes closed and he forget he was competing for space in my body. He groaned as my cunt lips slipped over him, gripping him with lust. I ascended his shaft, clenching each inch in a sapping grip. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I sighed, letting both of them sink into me. Jonathan's thing plunged through my asshole, expanding the passage with each thrust. His arms closed around me, his hands cupping my tits. Those thumbs rotating my rigid nipples enhanced the sizzle of the moment. It was difficult to think while something that large pumped my ass. I couldn't begin to plot strategy until they finished with me. The satisfaction this coupling provided took priority over all outstanding issues.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck me," I moaned, humping them. "Fuck me, more, please, don't stop."

"Can't stop," Jonathan grunted. "Not until I shoot in your ass and flood your bowels with hot jizz."

"Grab me with that pussy," Kirk insisted. "Stroke me. Yeah-oh, baby, you're so fucking hot. You're such a good fuck." His eyes remained shut while he enjoyed being trapped in my hot squish.

I rose and fell, delirious with lust. What a thrill fucking two men was. I couldn't get enough. I writhed and undulated and basked in the pounding attention. I swung my hips back and forth, absorbing cock in both directions. My pussy swallowed Kirk's dick in shivering display, while my asshole made Jonathan's shaft disappear in one determined push. 1 gratified these men with hungry persistence. I doubt they expected me to be so obliging to their needs. There was sure plenty to keep me busy.

Kirk's jaw went slack as I launched into some furious humping. The steady mount of sexual tension caught him by surprise. "Oh yeah, baby, fuck me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck my meat. Shove that hot pussy down on it and make me cum. Yeah, do it."

Nothing could have stopped the speed I effected-not even Jonathan's reaming cock. My tits were flying, nipples bobbing as I fucked him. I had Kirk buried so deep in my cunt he could scarcely breathe. Our flesh slapped together in noisy profusion. My pulse was erratic. In order to gain control, I had to lose control. Kirk couldn't handle it after several moments of groin smacking. He went pale as I rode his stiff cock.

"Can't hold back," he warned. "I gotta cum."

I wasn't going to prolong his pleasure-I wanted him to shoot. I needed to exhaust these guys. "That's right, honey, don't even try to stop yourself. You know it feels too good to resist. Go ahead: exploder

Kirk clenched his teeth. Sweat poured from his brow. "Uggghhhhhhh, aarrrgghhhhhhhhhh."

His squirts were heavy and abundant. I felt his cock twitch in my pussy as he discharged that hot goo. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I moaned as he squirted me. I almost wanted to cum, too-but that would have depleted precious energy I needed for Jonathan.

I didn't let Kirk out of my pussy while I redirected my attention to his partner. He fucked my ass with all he had, plunging into that tiny channel. Now that Kirk's dick was reduced to a semi-hard state, I could feel the power in Jonathan's thing. It charged through me, bringing equal parts of pleasure and pain.

"God." I showed him I could take it, even when he got rough. I moved my butt for him, letting his pole through my warm, inviting tissue. I fucked that rigid tool with unflagging stamina. "More, give me more."

"You've got all I have, baby."

"Faster, harder."

Jonathan shoved his dick into me, hard and pulsing. I thought I was going to faint, but matched his thrusts with a jerk of my hips. I concentrated my inner muscles on enclosing that cock, making it cream. I tightened myself around him, urging him to cum.

"Baby, oh, baby," he muttered, realizing where all my exertions were leading. "Jesus."

"Don't fight it, stud. You know you want to shoot hot cum in my ass."

"Yeah, oh, yeah." Jonathan went hoarse, his strokes increasing. He was pounding me with his cock, jamming my asshole. "Oh, Ellie, I can't stop. Uugghhhhh, ugghghhhhh. Arrggghhhhhh."

Cum poured into my asshole in a torrent. I clenched my teeth, letting it spew into my bowels. I experienced Jonathan's mind-blowing orgasm as he thrashed against me, pummeling me with those balls.

I rode it out, as long as I could before Kirk's deflating cock reversed direction. I humped it fast and strong, urging it back to rigid glory. I needed him to get hard so I could get off. Kirk provided me that element. He had no choice but to expand in my pussy and furnish me something solid to grind against. My clit twitched furiously as I fucked him.

"You need some more?" Kirk groaned, offering it to me. "You need more, baby? Yeah? You want to cum all over my dick. Go ahead. Fuck it. Fuck me with your hot pussy. Oh, yeah, baby."

I rose and fell, sweating profusely, while Jonathan stayed in my ass. His thing hadn't softened a bit. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I carried them with me, snapping my hips, jerking myself to the other side of pleasure.

Jonathan enclosed my screaming nipples with his hands and massaged me into a blind delirium. "You like fucking Kirk's big dick? Does it make you want to cum?"

"Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

He made no further attempt to fuck me with his cock, but kept it planted in my rectum. "Fuck him, Ellie. Fuck him good. Oh, yeah. That's what your pussy wants, doesn't it?"

"Yes." I grit my teeth, then squeezed my eyes shut. Air wheezed from my lungs. "Oh, my God. Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

At that moment, I knew I was the slave of those nerds.

CHAPTER SIX

I learned Mario's stay in New York was prolonged due to unresolved issues. That information was furnished by Deb, his secretary.

"I hope you're not disappointed," she said. "He's been rather nasty of late. Even I have been singed by his dragon's breath."

"I fully understand," I related. "He has to build the confidence of the user base. I know once the upgrade to Maxibase is delivered, they'll have the product they need to conduct their business."

Deb whistled. "I'm impressed. Mario has succeeded in brainwashing you."

I giggled. "I've had to become more open-minded about things."

"Don't give him too much rope, honey."

"I'll be fine. By the way, Deb, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Switch me over to Jonathan. I have a couple of questions."

"Questions?" Deb whooped. "Has Mario actually turned you into a convert? I thought the software business bored you to tears?"

"I'm making great strides. He's been helping me with my home computer."

"Okay," she said with resignation, preparing to transfer my call. "Hang on."

I trembled while Deb made the connection. My pussy had been in a restless state since the moment I left him and Kirk. They were wild in satisfying their basest urges. I didn't mind-I love every screaming second they were between my legs or in my mouth.

"Jonathan Malone," he announced after picking it up on the third ring.

"Am I still on punishment?" I purred.

"You bet," he said, his voice instantly deepening. "You'll never get off the hook, as far as I'm concerned."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm." The command he exemplified curled my toes. I wanted him that very minute, all over again. Jonathan was a delicious beast. "What consequences do I have to suffer through this time?"

"You seem to be enjoying this."

"If you were with me right now, you could feel how wet my pussy is. It wants to cover you all up and give you a nice, tight kiss."

"You shouldn't be teasing me, Ellie," he whispered. "I'll make you pay."

"Mmmmmmmmm. That's what I'm hoping."

"Jesus. You practically wore us out last night. You're insatiable."

"I am because of the way you excite me. This is for real, Jonathan. I don't give a shit about Maxibase. I only want you ... and that thing between your legs."

"What about Mario?"

"Don't tell me you have a problem with sharing? That didn't seem a burning issue last night with Kirk."

He fell silent. I wasn't sure whether I touched a hot nerve.

"How about a little surprise tonight? Give Kirk a call."

"I was counting on something different."

"Oh, this will be a whole lot different-as well as fun."

There was a distinct pause. "We're playing with fire, Ellie. I don't like it."

"It's too late. We've gone too far already. There's no turning back, baby. You're in for the full ride."

I buzzed Sandra, knowing she wanted a crack at those nerds. When I went into tantalizing description over my night of sweet enslavement, she was turned on big time. I didn't have to force her to come along-she insisted upon it. She wanted her turn with the nerds and knew it would inevitably lead to the most incredible sex possible.

I arrived at her house with the roof to my car down. Before my red hair settled over my bare shoulders (I had donned a tube top that displayed my jutting breasts to advantage), Sandra made her spectacular entrance at the top of her stairs. Wow! Her voluptuous figure benefited from being squeezed into a black halter top and pair of tight shorts. Her slim, tanned thighs had my juices going. Sandra was sexually vivacious, a genuine nympho. She would unquestionably cause their eyes to pop, I concluded.

"How do I look?" she asked, cognizant that she was hot.

"Good enough to eat." I couldn't help but reach for her when she dropped her ass in the seat beside me. I cupped her mound and gave it a light clasp. My entire arm went on fire.

"Go easy, honey," she moaned, "or you'll have to do me right here."

I checked all sides and saw that we weren't alone. Pedestrians encircled us. Although I was crazy enough to provide them a show, I suppressed the whim. There was plenty enough of Sandra to go around once Kirk and Jonathan had their fill. I could wait for my piece of her.

Keeping my mind on the road ahead of me proved more a challenge than I was prepared for. Sandra was just too sexy for her own good. If she didn't drive them wild, I would be stunned.

Sandra was a hot, delicious woman of the highest quality. Men lost sleep over that curvaceous body-possibly because they were much too physically disturbed to care about regenerating themselves. If I'd had a cock, I'd have spent a whole night on top of Sandra.

When Jonathan opened the door after we rang, his mouth dropped. He engaged us with the fiercest look I had yet seen. We made his taste buds quiver. "So, this is the surprise," he said, taking stock of Sandra.

"You got it." I sashayed up to him and pushed my tits up against his chest. "Don't forget, I'm here, too."

He grinned. "I don't think that's possible. Why don't you two ladies come join us?"

We found Kirk watching television in the family room. Neither had seemed particularly engrossed in the fare offered. When Kirk took his eyes off the screen and transferred them to Sandra, there was a distinct outbreak of drool.

"Did you bring me a date?" he inquired, devoting his full attention to my girlfriend.

"We all get part of her," I mentioned. "Including me."

Sandra didn't mind that declaration. She was fueled with thought of the erotic possibilities. "I hear you two are hung like nobody's seen."

Kirk appeared smug. "We could brag, but why bother? You can check it out for yourself."

She smoothed her hand over his crotch. "Mmmmmmmmm. That feels promising."

"You've got to work with it," I purred in her ear. "When that thing gets big, you have to step back."

"Oh yeah?" she perked, exhaling. "I'd love to try."

Jonathan was behind me, his mouth close to my ear. "Get your things off, baby, and let's play."

Mmmmmmmmm. Shivers raced down my spine. I was hot for him and that big cock of his. It was good that he learned to deal with my deception and no longer held me in contempt. I was giving him so much sex, he didn't have a moment to dwell on my crime.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The punishment was so sweet. Why did nerds make great lovers? It was a question I began to frequently ponder. There was something about them that gave my pulse a jumpstart. Perhaps it was their devotion to extending their partner's pleasure. They weren't like their hunky counterparts, who were surface-beautiful but shallow in content. These two men were committed to making everyone involved enjoy themselves. They knew how to operate the equipment they had to yield the best results.

Jonathan cupped my tits. His hands streamed over my erect nipples, causing them to awake. Adrenaline fueled my body. I watched through half-closed eyes as he slid down my tube top. His ringers floated over my inflamed buds, bringing each fever with his manly touch. My tits bulged out of my top, begging to be groped. Jonathan obliged me. He scooped those boobs up and gave them a passionate squeeze. I shivered against him, rubbing his stiff cock with my ass. I felt that big thing through his pants.

"You like being my slave, don't you?" he croaked.

I was in heaven. "Mmmmmmmmm, yes."

"I like it, too. Think you girls can handle both of us?"

Sandra gave a throaty laugh. "I hope you two are hungry, because I'm starved." That wealth of blonde hair spilled over those rounded shoulders. Her tits hung in delectable profusion. She indicated the hard-on Jonathan sported. "Don't be selfish, Ellie. I want some of that, too."

Sandra liked to fuck, and advertised that preference, too. She could generate more enthusiasm with those blue eyes in less time than a professional model. Doing a group thing with her was bound to be fun.

Sandra helped get my skirt off. She liked the sound of zippers, especially when their descent revealed more flesh. I purposely avoided wearing panties. I saw no reason to slip on a pair-they wouldn't have been on long enough to be of use. Besides, it would have been another obstacle for Jonathan's stiff cock. I wanted to deal with few barriers as possible.

"Mmmmmmmm," Sandra enthused. "Look at that red, fluffy pussy. See how juicy it is." She examined me with her finger. "Oh yes, she's nice and wet, Jonathan. It's going to feel so good having all that hot succulence smothering your cock."

Jonathan nodded. "Yeah, Ellie's hot." He nibbled on my ear, accentuating the stir of hormones that swam through me. I flowed with them.

"This isn't all," I announced, a devious smile curving my lips. "I brought along some toys."

Jonathan's brow shot up. "Oh?"

I dipped into my purse and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. "We want to be at your complete mercy."

Sandra giggled at my wicked tendency. "Really, Ellie. I hardly know them."

I tossed a set to Kirk. "These ought to close that gap."

Jonathan smirked. "You want to be subdued?"

I rubbed up against him. "Absolutely."

Kirk was on the same wave length. He was already beside Sandra, fastening them to her wrists. Jonathan put mine on after he relieved me of my top. Their snap triggered an erotic signal. In spite of her amusement, Sandra loved to get cuffed-as did I. The sound of the metal clicking into place in conjunction with the knowledge of our being in their intimate custody were the base ingredients of an erotic recipe. Although use of our hands was suspended, every other bodily part was willingly substituted.

Jonathan's arms went around me, hugging my nude flesh. His masculine touch started a fire. Ohhhhhhhh. I couldn't get enough of those fingers roaming the palatable planes of my highly aroused body, those tips sweeping my softness. He cupped my tits, testing their firmness and giving my nipples a tweak.

"You like that?" he whispered.

"Mmmmmmmmm," I purred, feeling my cells hum.

His hand drifted down to my pussy. He wrapped it over my mound and kneaded me wildly, passionately. Ohhhhhhhhh. I was soaking between his fingers.

"How about here?" he asked in a low, seductive voice.

"Oh yes."

His thumb split my cunt lips apart. The second he made contact with my clit, I shivered. I didn't think he could uncover it that quickly. He rotated my love button until I made him juicy with my hot secretions. The longer he circled it, the wetter I got.

"Oh, yeah, Ellie," he muttered with my nectar dripping from his tips. "You're hot to fuck, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I murmured. "I want to fuck." Visions of that big dick of his straining through the front of his pants danced through my head. I couldn't wait for him to whip that mother out and fuck me with it.

The cuff clinked about my wrists. They prevented my touching him back. I wanted to stroke his dick, feel it throb. I was so horny, I was shaking.

Sandra was getting a lot of physical attention, too. Kirk was on the sofa with her, feeling her up. He concentrated on her tits, scooping them up until the nipples were adjacent. Unlike Jonathan, he elected to use his mouth. I watched him cover those erect nubs and suck on them. Mmmmmm. He tongued them until Sandra arched her back and let out a drawn out moan. She squirmed on the sofa, receiving ample stimulation.

"Oh, yeah, honey," she sobbed, holding her cuffed wrists to the side. She wanted no obstacle between her aroused flesh and that hungry mouth. "Suck my tits. Suck them hard. Ohhhhhhhh, my nipples are like rocks. Ohhhhhhhh, look what you did to them, sugar. Look what you're doing to me. I'm getting so horny. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

Her features were genuinely tense. What Kirk did was not exaggerated in her expression-she sweltered beneath his expert lashing. Kirk knew how to make a woman blazing hot; he didn't look like an expert, but that was part of the thrill.

Sandra hugged her knees together, but as she continued to get her nipples sucked, she gradually spread them until her moist pussy was revealed.

"Your girlfriend needs a little help," Jonathan instructed.

I felt him pushing me in her direction, exerting strength. He gave me little room in which to escape her wriggling form. He wanted to get me close enough to give her some licks. My earlier promise of furnishing them girl-on-girl activities was enforced.

I submitted to his request without his commanding it. His suggestion was a sufficient directive. I got down on my knees and slid my face right up to her curving snatch. I saw those blonde curls moist with female excitement and felt my blood stir. Mmmmmmmmm. I gazed at the delicate pink flesh with the droplets of honey. My appetite surfaced. I extended my tongue until it met that fragrant source. I lashed that soft rim, then repeated those expert strokes to open her pussy. My tongue caught those sodden lips and peeled them apart. All that hot succulence was available to me. I didn't care if I was eating a woman in front of Mario's number one man-to me, it was a delicious cunt that required female handling.

"Oh, God," Sandra moaned as I delved into that warm, squishy center. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, oh, yes. Suck it, baby. Suck my pussy. Give me your hot tongue. More. Fuck me with your tongue. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

Her ass bucked as I plunged myself into her pussy and gave her the licking she deserved. I enjoyed her flavor-totally female, in the heat of excitement. I gulped down those juices, molding my lips to that soaked pussy. I was unwilling to remove my mouth until I heard her guttural cries and felt her orgasmic shaking. When Sandra supplied me both, I decided I hadn't had nearly enough. I wanted to suck her juices until she ached from my pucker.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, suck me. Suck my pussy, eat my cunt. You know how to do it. Show these guys how to make a woman cum. Let's show them what we do when they're not around to satisfy us. Oh yeah."

"Mmmmmmmmm," I growled into her snatch.

"Man, look at her go," Kirk declared. "Elbe's hotter than ever. She loves to suck pussy."

"Yeah," muttered Jonathan. "But that's not all she's going to do." He caressed my buttocks as I went for Sandra's snatch. The kneading he gave me was a reminder that Sandra was merely an appetizer. What he had would occupy much more of my time and body.

Kirk watched for a few more minutes when the action got to him. He unbuckled his pants. "Christ, I've got to get my dick sucked."

I didn't see him pull it out, but when his cock bobbed in front of Sandra's face, she couldn't gobble it fast enough. Those lips of hers caught the bulbous head, then worked their way down the shaft. Kirk practically straddled her head as he lowered himself into her mouth. Sandra wasn't the least troubled by the length he fed her. She was efficient in enclosing him with those warm, sensual lips.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, gorging herself. She dove right in on his ten-inch cock, biting just hard enough to taunt, then twirling her soft, wet tongue around its bulk to suck the life out of it. She looked ready to swallow an oozing flood.

The sight of her sucking Kirk propelled me into an agitated frame. Observing female flesh locked around male flesh was such a turn-on. Skin against skin, the raw stare, the intake of breath-those images got me wet. I sucked on Sandra even harder, giving her pussy some of the best licks ever. She undulated madly beneath my fluttering smacks-but never moved entirely away from them. No, I gave her too much pleasure for a premature finish. She kept those legs open and invited my slobbering. The hot drippings from her cunt tasted so good, I couldn't stop myself.

"Open that mouth wider, baby," Kirk groaned. "You're never going to get all of me in there if you don't. Oh yeah, I want those lips wrapped around my stiff cock, floating in hot saliva. Oh yeah, drown me in your tingly spit. Yes, let me slide into your throat. Take me all the way down." He looked as though he had entered paradise. His dick protruded from his open pants and stretched to her wide, engulfing lips. Sandra accommodated him with the extent of her oral talents. I could hear her loud sucks as she manipulated that dick with her mouth. Bubbles sprang from behind her tightly clenched lips, leaving his dick a scarlet hue.

Jonathan unzipped his fly. I could hear the unmeshing of those plastic teeth and the fumbling from behind me. The rustling of his Dockers was quite apparent-along with the anticipation I was going to feel something very hard.

"Does she taste good, Ellie?" Jonathan asked, his voice hoarse. I could tell he was stroking his cock. "Does it satisfy your appetite?"

I didn't answer him. I traced the sodden lips of Sandra's snatch, gathering the sweetness with my tip. When I cleaned them, I delved into that sensitive pink center. Sandra quivered as I pushed my tongue through her aroused cunthole. I could see that her clit was big, pulsating. I revolved around that pink button, quite aware of its throbbing existence. I wasn't quick to lap it. Sandra's patience was going to be tested to the limit. I wasn't about to furnish her immediate satisfaction.

"Suck my clit," she moaned, breaking away from Kirk's cock. "Suck it, Ellie, come on, suck it."

Kirk caught her head and returned his thick shaft to her twisting mouth. "Don't stop sucking, baby. I need your lips on it. Keep your tongue on it. Oh, yeah." He crammed himself into her face, visibly excited. "Suck on me, Sandra. Suck my big dick."

"Mmmmmmmm," she sobbed, her complaints stifled by Kirk's cock. He cupped the top of her head and pumped her mouth until all that could be heard was loud, slobbering sounds. Her lips rubbed the skin of his member until globs of spittle coursed down its length and collected at his balls.

"That's a good girl. Suck my dick," Kirk grunted.

When her mouth was full of cock, I seized the opportunity to drive her crazy. I covered her clit with my lips, then vented it with a suck she probably never thought possible. The tip of my tongue vibrated that savory nub to the edge of sanity. Sandra's tremors were strong and abundant. She couldn't resist the force of my hot, massaging lips. Her cunt oozed with juice, all of which I swallowed as I worked her into a frenzy. Her hips snapped at me, just as her thighs tried to imprison my bobbing head. None of her efforts could tame me. I was a wild spirit, eating her cunt.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I murmured, clenching her pussy with my eager mouth.

Sandra's cries were smothered by Kirk's penetrating cock. He rode her face, keeping himself installed between those moist, wriggling lips. My efforts to stir her were successful in amplifying his pleasure. The harder I sucked on her, the harder she sucked on him. Kirk gasped as she locked him in a cum-milking vise.

"Christ, you're going to make me cum," he groaned, trembling. He balled his fists, then fucked her face with all he had. "Don't stop, let me shoot in your mouth, baby. Get ready to swallow it."

I was panting from all that. The sight of Kirk ramming himself down Sandra's throat made me horny beyond reason. He somehow managed to work his large cock down to the thick trunk. His pubes brushed her lips as he crammed every inch he had between them. I was surprised Sandra could deep-throat. I attacked her well of dribbling wetness. Darting my tongue in and out like a sharpshooter, I flicked and sucked her clit until her pussy pulsated. Sandra screamed for more-not verbally, but with hot, jerking movements.

"Suck his dick," Jonathan barked at Sandra. "Suck that big dick, baby. Make it disappear. Bury it in your throat. Yeah. Eat it."

Jonathan's deep, commanding tone excited me. My cells awakened to its terse sound. Just as I awaited more of it, he did me one better. He shoved his cock in my pussy from behind. It went in fast, hard and without preliminary.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I wailed, lifting my mouth from Sandra's snatch. He impaled me so deeply. My body couldn't adapt to his throbbing member that quickly. It felt rigid and so long. "Oh, my God. Ohhhhhhh, Jonathan, you're so hard-so big." I was shattered by his sudden, exciting entrance. It knocked the wind out of me.

"Feels good, eh, baby?" Jonathan asked, fucking me. He drove in and out of my pussy, letting his balls smack my ass. "Christ, are you juicy. Sucking pussy got you hot, didn't it? You really got off having your face in Sandra's snatch."

His hands enclosed my hips, dragging me roughly to that hard, splitting cock. I cried out at the impact it made. Fitting that swollen thing into my sluiced pussy was quite a jolt to my system. I was so vulnerable. 1 couldn't emotionally or physically process the change for several seconds. When I did, however, I got off-big time. The switch from eating cunt to fucking cock soon took place. I became involved in rearing back and taking that bone-solid dick into my absorbent snatch. The lips of my hungry pussy devoured him. I moaned as it charged through me, fucking me faster and faster.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, feeling him go deep. "Give it to me, baby, give it to me." My body was filled to capacity by Jonathan's driving thrusts. Jonathan took every bit of space I had to jam himself into, cramming that huge cock into my pussy. We rocked savagely together. I treated him to moist, tingling friction. It ached to have him buried in my cunt like this, but I knew it was how he enjoyed getting off. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuck me, Jonathan, fuck me-more, please. Don't stop, more."

"I'll fuck you, baby," Jonathan said, slamming into my body. "Then I'll fuck your girlfriend, too."

Kirk was behind Sandra, too, hammering into her butt. She squealed with joy as he fucked her asshole. Sandra's tolerance levels had reached new heights. Previously, she wouldn't get butt fucked without crying out in agony. Obviously she had reckoned with that threshold of pain. Those sweet, wriggling buns serviced his hot, plunging cock. Her eyes flashed at me as she fought to keep herself balanced on her elbows. Those lips signaled passion and an invitation to go to them. I did. I pushed my tongue inside, only to discover what Kirk bequeathed. Moments earlier, he had gushed a load that Sandra hadn't yet swallowed. I tasted his warm, creamy jizz and let some of it flow into my mouth. Mmmmm. It spilled over my tongue, then went down my throat. I drank his remnants with a sigh.

Sandra and I lingered, face to face, our handcuffed wrists touching while we got fucked. Both men pushed and pulled their stiff cocks, slicing us open. Breathlessly, we submitted to their pleasure.

"Oh, God, baby, ohhhhhhhhh."

Jonathan wanted me to sit on him. I was only too glad to oblige. Pulling his Dockers over his hips, he urged me to straddle him. I did so with little effort, shoving my pussy over his erect cock. The bulbous head hit the top of my cervix after I sank down on him. Ohhhhhhhhhh.

Sandra mounted Kirk in the same fashion. She worked her hips, covering his hard dick with her soft cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, it feels so good, Jonathan," I moaned, holding my manacled wrists in front of me while pushing down with my snatch. My hungry pussy caught as much of Jonathan as it could and stuffed him into its warm, wet confines. My strokes were meant to drain the cum from his balls. Up and down I went, panting, watching his expression. Jonathan rolled his head from side to side, weakening from the cunt-satisfying friction. His fingertips grazed my ass as it rose and fell on his lap in the wake of hot, juicy noises. His balls slapped my butt as I plunged upon him.

Sandra and I made the sofa cushion pitch with our erotic exertions. We had our men pinned, gasping for air, submerged in our bodies. Skin against skin, flesh smacking flesh-the whole scene was hot.

And then the room's temperature was cranked up several degrees. Sandra was off of Kirk and in front of me, sucking my tits. Her saliva-rich lips clung to my scalding nipples like heat-seeking weapons. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.

Kirk, throbbing with excitement, wedged the knob of his thick cock into my asshole and started pushing. I was going to get a little double penetration.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I sobbed, alert to that splitting sensation Kirk's dick created. "Oh, yeah, baby, in my ass. Put it in my ass."

"Can you handle it, baby?" he whispered in my ear. "Your girlfriend did, and now she's raring to go for another round."

More of his cock sank into my butt. My mouth shot open, my eyes closing. Air previously trapped in my lungs whistled out of me. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. There was no escape from that hard, penetrating cock. Even as I unconsciously held back from it, Jonathan slid high into my pussy-nailing me.

"Fuck her, guys," Sandra gloated as I got sandwiched. "Fuck her good. Oh yeah. Make her feel how stiff you are. Look how much she likes it." She panted, watching me take it. "You were right, Ellie. These guys are too much."

"Ohhhhhhh, oh God," I wailed, getting fucked from both sides. I guessed nerds liked two-on-one. Ohhhh. "Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me."

"Doesn't it feel good?" Sandra asked, then lowered her mouth to my tit. The wet, prickling suction she applied made my head spin.

"Oh yes," I sputtered. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

The men dragged their cocks back, then shoved them into my sluiced passages. I willed myself to get as tight as possible, squeezing them with the walls of my pussy and ass. Jonathan seemed appreciative of the added tension Kirk's cock lent. It was difficult to concentrate on one mass of pulsating manhood-there was too much inside me. Both men were huge.

I wished I could caress the men as they pumped me, but the handcuffs denied me that luxury. Instead, I held myself still and relaxed the muscles in my body. They met no resistance as their cocks fought to gain access to my hot, slippery moisture. Their thrusts made me weak and propelled me to orgasm.

"I'm going to cum," I sobbed, unable to control myself. Kirk was nibbling on my ear while fucking my ass. "Jesus, I'm going to cum."

"Go for it, doll," Jonathan murmured in the background. I had tried to keep track of him through my half-closed eyes, but my vision was blurring. "Cum on my dick."

I smashed myself down to the base of his cock. Kirk followed, grinding the thick stem to the rim of my asshole. My fingers clawed at the moment of orgasm. Squeals of undeniable pleasure swept through me.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhh, baby, you're making me cum-the both of you are making me cum."

"Yeah," Jonathan grunted, enjoying my contractions. My cunt lips were strangling his dick with its juicy smother. He lay back, gratified.

Kirk fondled my tits from behind, feeding my nipples to Sandra. She sucked me to heavenly distraction.

"I'm gonna shoot," Kirk warned, caught up in the heat. "Gotta cum in this tight ass."

"Yes," I sobbed. "Cum inside my butt, baby. Cum inside my butt-ohhhhhhhhhh."

He couldn't hold back. His cum gushed into my rectum with heavy spurts. I could feel it splash against my rear barrier walls, then ooze. Kirk pumped my rectum with his hot load. Jism streamed down my ass cheeks, seeping from my asshole.

Sandra was quick to attend to the mess the men made. Her tongue sprang into action, lapping the creamy residue from the insides of my thighs. I shivered, recipient to those fulfilling butterfly licks.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

Kirk pulled himself out of me. "Oh, man, I think I need a breather. I'm drained."

I lifted myself from Jonathan. He still hadn't cum. "I think you better take over," I informed Sandra. "I'm sore. But first, let's get off these cuffs. I want to stroke these men."

"Oh, yeah, I want to try Jonathan," she sighed, pawing his sweat-drenched body. "I'll get him off."

I produced a key from my purse, which Jonathan used to set us free. He looked anxious to be touched by each of us and be brought to new heights.

"You want her, don't you?" I whispered to him.

Jonathan grinned. He ostensibly approved of getting his chance with her. From the time he answered the door until that moment, he salivated over her set of curves. He rolled onto Sandra's willing body. She lay back on the sofa, curling her legs around his muscled body. Her sob of satisfaction filled the air from the moment of insertion. I could feel her hoarse ecstasy at being occupied by a big one.

"Oh, oh, my God," she moaned, clawing at Jonathan as he shoved himself into her pussy. Her eyes rolled upward as he went deep.

"Oh, yeah," Jonathan grunted, indulging himself with her juicy warmth. "Ohhhhhhhhh."

"Yeah," Jonathan moaned, sawing through that pussy. "Oh baby, you're so hot and juicy. Move that ass. Let me feel my way inside your cunt."

She obeyed, undulating to his satisfaction.

"Yeah, enjoy me," he mentioned, positioning himself between her legs. His cock stood at full erection, emerging from her pink lips as he went in and out.

She choked back a sob. Her tits shook, nipples swaying. She looked delicious to me, writhing beneath Jonathan. Seeing their bodies joined made me horny.

Jonathan's cock shifted through those furry cunt lips, parting them wider and wider with each thrust. He shoved himself into her warm, moist passage. "She's tensing her pussy," he told me.

"She loves it," I said, caressing his back. It turned me on, seeing Jonathan fuck my girlfriend. She handled him well, too. Her ass thumped, carrying him to ecstasy. "Fuck her harder. Push yourself as deep as you can go."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Sandra moaned. She was visibly shaken. "It's growing in my pussy. Ohhhhhh, don't take it out, Jonathan, please-whatever you do. It feels fabulous. It's driving me out of my mind."

"He'll make you cum so good," I said while massaging his shoulders.

Sandra swallowed roughly, then moaned into Jonathan's face. She gripped him by the biceps as he fucked her. She elevated her pussy and encouraged him to spear her but good. She wailed as he slammed himself to the balls, rocking her foundation.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

He leaned forward, cramming his dick into her cunthole. Her pussy lips clenched him. "How does it feel, baby? Am I doing you the way you like?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, dropping her head onto the pillow. Her lips were pressed together in a tight line, but excited color rushed into her face.

Encouraged by her stimulated response, Jonathan surged forth. He slid more cock into her cunt, watching as her furry lips absorbed him. "Come on, baby, open up for me. I've got to get all of it in you-my entire dick, crammed in your snatch."

Sandra arched her hips to accept his shaft. I saw her asshole as she wrapped her legs around Jonathan's. The pale skin against Jonathan's smooth thighs looked sexy. I trembled, knowing I wanted to participate. I put my finger into her butt.

"Oh God," Sandra moaned as I entered her. "I want to fuck you, too," I said softly. I strained the insides of her rump, but she was beyond caring. Penetration from both ends was surely a new experience. Her complaints ceased. She realized there was no pain-only her fear that it would hurt. Pleasure replaced the ache. Pleasure and the desire to give pleasure.

"Sink that finger into me," she gasped, urging me with a snap of her hips. Mustering all her strength, she fought to capture me. Her cunt spewed its slippery juice over Jonathan, sucking his cock into it.

"Oh, yeah, I want to fuck you," he muttered. I'm sure he felt the presence of my finger behind the wall of her cunt. It pressed against him, stimulating him. I moved it in a fashion that deliberately titillated. Sandra's asshole got tighter, more difficult to enter. I pushed. Jonathan groaned as he slid into her hot squish.

"All that hardness," she moaned, "filling me-ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Don't stop. Please. Don't stop-either of you. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I love it."

Jonathan groaned. Sweat dribbled from his forehead. He looked down at Sandra, writhing in ecstasy. His cock sank several more inches into her cunt. He watched her face as he went deeper, jamming her with stiff cock. She was stroking her nipples, sobbing. Her snatch was wet, gobbling every bit of him.

He gripped her ankles and pumped the remainder of his dick until the thick stem ground against her pussy lips. He packed her to the hilt. Their groins kissed, then he reared back with a loud gasp. A second later, he plunged in, making her cry out.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she wailed.

"How does it feel now?" he asked, fucking her. "Does it excite you, baby? Does my cock turn you on?"

"It sure does. Ohhhhhhhhhhh, it's so good. It's making my ass bang the cushions. Pump me, give me more of that sweet cock. It feels so fucking hard in my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I can feel how much you want to cum. It's so ripe, it's probably about to burst."

Jonathan's dick entered her powerfully, ramming into her cunt. She undulated as he crammed himself into her steamy confines. He watched his shaft rubbing her clit, starting a fire that grew in intensity. Her pussy coated him with wetness as he pushed and pulled his cock into it. He shivered with delight. Gripping her heated flesh, he plunged himself to feverish distraction.

Meanwhile, my finger kindled a new passion within Sandra. Anally inclined, I had her at my mercy. I wanted her will to succumb.

"Fuck him, Sandra," I commanded. "Fuck Jonathan. You're just as much his slave now. You've had his cock. You'll do whatever it takes to please him." I fucked faster her with my finger.

She grit her teeth as Jonathan pumped her. "Ohhhhhhhhh. He's making me cum. Oh, Ellie.

He's making me cum."

Sandra frantically pinched her nipples while she got fucked. The swollen nuggets rang with splendor as she tweaked them. She scooped her tits together and gave them an invigorated squeeze. Delicious waves of gratification swam through her body.

Jonathan caught her toying with her boobs. The sight of her so engrossed in getting fucked by his big dick while having her ass reamed drove him to the limit of sexual stability. He was aching to cum, yet held back. He buried himself into her cunt, eliciting cries of rapture.

"You want it harder, you've got it!" he said, feeding her hungry snatch.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "I love it, give it to me like that, nice and hard. Oh, yes."

Sandra gathered her boobs and pumped them. Her thumbs rolled over the stiff nipples. She reeled from the electrical charge that coursed through her. Jonathan's hammering cock triggered excited tremors. A few more thrusts would send her into sweet orgasm.

"Keep fucking, I'm almost there," she sobbed, spreading her legs wider.

Jonathan's cock reached its satisfaction level. His balls bubbled with cum. He clutched her ankles powerfully and dragged her legs high in the air. Their groins smacked in moist glory. He prepared himself for a gooey delivery. "Arrgghh.

Uggghhhhh! Uggghhhhhhh! Ughh! Ughhhh! Ugghhhhhh!"

His discharge was so immense Sandra could feel the globs of cum pumping into her. She wasn't able to experience that sensation for long. Jonathan's violent jerking made her climax.

"Ohhhhhhh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

I removed my finger from her anus and watched her shudder under Jonathan. Orgasm made her weak, compliant, absorbing the force of his discharge.

I trailed kisses around Jonathan's neck and shoulders. "You were so good, baby. The both of you. What do you want us to do next?"

He grinned. "Whatever you feel like, baby."

"Are you still planning to rat on me?" 1 murmured.

He shrugged. "We'll see."

I knew at that moment my lapse of sanity was safe. Jonathan had gotten accustomed to having steady pussy while supplying his friends. Many nights of hot passion lay ahead. I no longer languished during Mario's extended absences.

THE END
Ellie's Revenge ....(84k)    by Barbara Boinck




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