When he arrived every morning, Lyle Wagner followed his usual routine of walking through the office, noting the hum of activity and happy smiles of his employees. He knew why they were happy. He didn't run his ship with an iron hand, and the employees responded with increased productivity.
In fact, his office was the most productive in the company, which brought him a substantial bonus every year. He grinned when he thought about getting all that extra money, plus plenty of ass from horny females with hot, tight pussies.
The sign on his door read Regional Senior Executive Vice President. He rubbed his hand over the raised gold lettering, then went inside.
Cynthia was a hot young blonde of twenty who always came to work bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and looking like a million dollars in brand-new bills. She would be eternally grateful to Lyle Wagner for plucking her out of the office secretarial pool to be his executive secretary at such a young age.
She followed Lyle into his office with a cup of fresh coffee and said cheerfully, "Good morning, Boss."
"Good morning, Cynthia. You look pretty and sexy today, as usual. I love those short skirts."
"You're a big tease. You just like to look at a girl's legs, and hope you can see heaven when she sits down."
Lyle sipped his coffee and ogled her over the rim of his cup. He knew what was coming. His secretary always followed the usual routine, pretending that she didn't bless him with her mouth and pussy at the start of every work day. "Heaven comes in many forms, depending on your outlook. Not many women can hold a candle to you in the looks department. In fact, you look good enough to eat."
"You'd better have a big appetite," she chuckled. "Did your wife give you any last night?"
"Yeah, once, with the usual wifely duty attitude," he replied.
"Did she drain you before she sent you off to work this morning?"
"Are you kidding? She was sound asleep."
"I don't mind," Cynthia said coyly. "That just leaves more for me. You ought not go through the day with a load in your balls, you know."
"Did you lock the door so nobody can come in?"
She stood close to him and caressed his cheek with one delicate hand. "Cum is the right word, isn't it?" she said softly.
He put his arms around her and ran his hands over her back. "No bra, huh?"
"You know I never wear one."
"Yeah, and I love the way you jiggle when you walk." He cupped her full, fine ass. "God, you turn me on!"
She rubbed her plump pussy mound against his cock, still following her routine of pretending. "Is that for me?"
"As much of it as you can take, honey!"
"I want all of it. I want you to make me cum so hard that I lose my mind. You up to it?"
She incited his passion. Erotic heat radiated through her dress and permeated his body. The thick nipples capping her full tits were already erect, protruding like two little hillocks on top of majestic mountains. His cock strained against his trousers.
"See for yourself," he said softly.
"Sit on your desk, facing your chair."
That was a break in her routine. "Why should I sit on the desk when I have a perfectly good couch?"
"So I won't ruin the knees of my hose, silly."
She sat in his chair and unbuttoned her blouse, then pushed his knees apart and rolled the chair forward between his thighs. Her wide eyes glittered as she slid his zipper down and reached into his pants with her right hand. She fondled him with feathery caresses that made him tremble, her fingers playing lightly over every inch of his cock and gently massaging his balls. She fished his cock out and looked at it, as if seeing it for the first time.
His cock cooperated, standing up almost immediately in full erection, thick and strong.
"Oh, my," she whispered, licking her lips lasciviously. "Now how do you suppose that happened?" His cock looked so good, standing up all strong and proud. She ran the tip of her forefinger around the bulging ridge at the base of the head. "I didn't know what a blunt instrument was until I saw your cock," she muttered. His cock was a little more than average in length and a lot thicker than average, but the exceptionally thing about it was the immense head. "Of all the guys I know, and I know a lot of guys, not one has such a big head on his cock."
She wrapped her fist around the bare knob and rotated her hand. He moaned softly as she squeezed and stroked the full length of his tool. She kissed the tip of the tender flesh, ran her tongue all the way around the head, then reached into his pants with her left hand and extracted his balls.
She held his shaft loosely, thrilled by the way it throbbed against her palm. She stroked her hand up and down slowly, staring at the fat bulb capping the stout stalk. She tightened her grip on his stiff rod and jerked it gently.
"Cocks are so lovely and give a girl so much pleasure in so many different ways," she murmured.
"You're really into sucking cock, aren't you?" he said.
"Yeah," she agreed, "but that isn't the only thing I like to do with them. Your cock is especially nice, and I really like to suck it."
His cock stood up from his lap like a bar of iron. She gripped the shaft behind the head and skinned it back. She held his rigid, pulsating shaft in her right hand and his balls in the soft, warm palm of her left hand as her long pink tongue slithered between her sensuous lips and curled around the head of his cock. She squeezed his nuts gently and licked the ticklish, bloated knob all over without haste.
She opened her mouth and took the head between her sultry red lips. The sensual, embracing pressure of her mouth sent shock waves of enchantment to every part of his body. She gurgled with joy as she went to work on the big knob. She twisted her head from side to side, rubbed the bare head against the inside of her cheeks, lapped it with her active tongue, then swallowed about half of his stiff staff and sucked it very hard.
He stared down at the horny young woman, the heat of fervent carnal hunger pervading his entire body as she made love to his cock. The delicate touch of her soft hands made his prick swell until he thought it might burst.
She slid her tongue along the underside of his lance and tickled his balls with the tip. She licked along the top of his shaft to the end and let the knob slip into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide around the head like a hairless pussy.
He sighed and trembled. No one else sucked his cock with such skill. He wished his wife sucked him half as well-when she sucked him at all.
"Ohhh, that feels great, baby!" he muttered. "You're a terrific cocksucker."
She held his prick at the base with one hand and slowly swallowed the rest of his shaft. She liked the way the big head felt in her mouth. She rolled his hot nuts in her palm and pulled on them gently as she worshipped his prick with her sexy mouth.
She slid her tongue back and forth along the underside of his knob, feeling the valley under the bulging head and the thick ridge of his peeled-back foreskin. He encouraged her by caressing her soft blonde hair and uttering soft cries of delight, richly sprinkled with obscene remarks.
"God, baby, I love the way you suck cock.
Suck my cum out, baby! My balls are so full! Get it all out!"
His lewd praise pleased her. She gripped his shaft tightly in her fist and stroked him rapidly as she sucked. His ass beat a faint tattoo on the desk and his cock swelled fuller. An expert cocksucker, she recognized the signs. She didn't want him to cum yet. She squeezed the base of his cock tightly and stopped sucking.
She lifted her head and gave him a mischievous grin, then her tongue darted around his sensitive knob. "I like the way your cock feels in my hand and mouth," she said softly. "Play with my tits while I suck your cock. My nipples are real hard." Her majestic tits stood out firm and arrogant, the nipples like two big pencil erasers. She pushed her chest out, inviting him to feel her up.
She stuck out her tongue and lapped at his balls, and his cock throbbed in her hand. She licked his stalk all over, took the head back into her mouth and worked her hand swiftly up and down his shaft as she sucked.
He twirled her stiffly erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulled her long, thick teat into a sharp point, trying to milk it the way she was milking his cock with her mouth.
She felt his cock swell again, and knew the time had come. Eager for a hefty shot of his male juice, she sealed her lips around his prick and sucked with everything she had.
He stiffened and lurched, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. He twisted her nipple and hosed down her gullet with his slippery, hot cum.
The glut of thick cum hit the back of her throat with much force. Stroking his dick full tilt, she gobbled and gurgled and swallowed the stringy mass of jism. She sucked harder and more cum flooded out in a fat wad and slid down her gullet. He thought she was going to suck his entire being right out the end of his stiff cock with her greedy mouth and swallow it. He held onto her tit and jerked and twitched as she nursed on his meat.
Her throat tingled with the burning sensation his hot jism left in its wake. She wanted more, wanted her whole mouth filled with it, but there wasn't any more. He pushed her head away, the knob of his cock so sensitive that he couldn't stand another second of her fiercely sucking mouth.
She sat up straight up and giggled. "My, you really gave me a big load."
She smacked her lips with gusto and grinned. She stood and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on his mouth and tickled his tonsils with the tip of her tongue. His hands roved eagerly over her voluptuous body and bunched her short dress up, baring the cheeks of her shapely ass. He cupped her naked buns and kneaded the silky flesh.
He broke the kiss and caressed her cheeks. "Terrific, baby," he said softly. "You really got to me there at the end. The head of my cock got so touchy I could hardly stand it." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "I thought you were going to suck my insides out."
"Just call me old vacuum mouth!" she laughed.
CHAPTER TWO
Cynthia backed away, wiggled her tight, short skirt over her hips and bent over to push her panties down. Lyle ogled her heavy tits as they swung under her chest.
She pulled him off the desk, sat him in the chair, then took his place on the desk. She leaned back on her elbows and parted her legs, exposing her sumptuous seam, and crooked her finger at him.
"If you lick me good, I'll let you fuck me," she said softly.
Unless she varied their routine, he knew he was going to fuck her, but he didn't mind playing her harmless little game for a piece of such superb pussy. He stared at her hot cleft and licked his lips. "It looks scrumptious!" he said huskily.
"It is," she replied. "Lick it and see for yourself."
He rolled his chair forward between her superb legs and kissed her on the mouth, then licked her chin and neck. His lips hovered over her nipples like a butterfly, and his tongue fluttered lightly on the very tip of each point.
He surrounded one areola with his lips and tickled the hard bud with the tip of his tongue. She squirmed, put her hands behind his head and pressed his face to her tit. He alternated gently nipping and licking her fat nipples, then nursed one eagerly. His hand wandered down her flat, smooth belly and into the thick bush covering her prominent pubic mound. Her blonde fleece rivaled silk for smoothness.
She moaned softly as his finger parted the meaty folds of flesh at the top of her slit. He switched to her other nipple and rolled her clit under his finger. Her hips churned and humped. He dragged his tongue and lips down her body to her bellybutton. His pointed tongue darted in and out of the small cavity. She moaned louder and tiny shivers coursed through her. He went lower on her elegant body, leaving a trail of wetness across her belly, paused at the top fringe of her abundant blonde hair and rubbed his nose back and forth through the soft curls.
She shivered with delight and mumbled, "Lick my pussy," she mumbled. Sparks of carnal pleasure ripped through her. Her tits swelled even more. Her hard nipples felt as if they might burst. "I like to cum on a tongue."
"You just like to cum," he teased.
"Of course."
He kissed the glistening, puffy pink lips protruding through the sparse growth of curls. She put both hands in her crotch and spread her cunt open wide, and he licked her drizzly slit from end to end, pausing at the bottom to stab his tongue into her hole and lap up her tasty nectar.
"Lick my pussy!" she wailed, pushing down on the top of his head.
He ignored her urgent plea and leaned back. He parted the fleshy lips of her savory snatch and gazed lustfully at the sumptuous sight. "Your pussy is so pretty," he said softly.
"Lick it!" she begged desperately. His deliberate dawdling was driving her over the edge. The stupendous ache in her pussy made her head swim. She had to cum soon or she would go crazy! "Don't tease me this way! Lick my pussy!"
He thoroughly enjoyed teasing her. The greater her need when he finally brought her off, the harder she would cum. His tongue danced over her hard clit, scarcely touching it.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" she whimpered. She dug the heels of her sexy sandals into the arms of his chair and levered her ass off the desk, grabbed his head with both hands and buried his mouth in her succulent quim.
The tip of his tongue skittered up her saturated slit lickety-split and danced a lively jig on her clit.
"Ooohhh, yessssss!" she moaned. "Lick my clit!" Her head rolled from side to side and her ass humped and twisted. "Get me off!"
His lips cupped her swollen love stud. His rapidly moving tongue flicked avidly, with just the right pressure. Her moans grew louder as the flames of frenzy licked at the borders of her brain. His licking was pure torture, but torture of the most exquisite kind. She took a deep breath and fired her sex gun. He stayed between her legs, licking her pussy tenderly.
"God, you've got a wicked tongue," she whispered hoarsely.
He stood, and she became terribly excited when she looked at his crotch. His prick was standing straight up, looking very erotic. She put her hand around the shaft and jerked it.
"Put your beautiful cock in my hot pussy!" she said, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Shove it way up me and fuck my brains out!"
He took his cock away from her and rubbed the immense knob up and down her enticing gash. She grabbed it again, pushed it down and threw her legs around his hips. He shuffled forward as she wiggled her ass and grunted as the enormous head attacked the small opening of her cunt. He slammed his prick home, boring in her to the hilt with one swift lunge and the head hit bottom. She moaned out loud, tightened her legs around his waist and began to hunch.
He held still, enjoying the glorious awareness of her hot sheath rippling around his lusty sword. "Jesus, you're tight," he muttered.
"Your cock is so big," she whispered in reply.
He leaned over, caught one turgid nipple between his teeth and nipped it.
"Don't chew too hard," she whispered, her voice husky with passion. "Fuck me slowly. I like the way your cock feels."
He fucked her with long, slow strokes, just the way he knew she liked. She put her hands behind her shapely thighs and pulled her knees back until they touched her nipples, opening the road to her goodies wide and inviting him to ramble along the slick path as he pleased.
"That's they way, baby.. .use the full length of your cock.. .yeah, like that.. .let me feel all of it.. .oh, fuck, baby, I love it!"
Her eyes widened, her mouth popped open and she jammed her fist in her mouth to muffle her screams. Her ass heaved up and down and twisted in circles as her orgasm washed over her. He continued the slow-motion fucking and licked her nipples as she came down from the peak.
"Mmmmmm, the head of your cock is rubbing my G-spot. Not many men can do that. Fuck me some more. I want to cum again."
"You'd better get it fast," he rasped. "Can't hold back much longer."
"Then get it, baby," she groaned. "I'll cum with you. Give me your cum. Fill me full! I love to feel hot cum squirting in me."
He straightened up and fucked faster. "Now I can really fuck you!" he grunted.
"Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me like a real bitch!"
He blew his wad and spewed hot cum into the depths of her sucking sex sheath. She thrashed and writhed and threw her cunt at him. He covered her mouth with his to keep her from screaming, and plunged his tongue down her throat. She nearly sucked his tongue out by the roots when she hit the peak again. He fucked her fiercely until his balls ran dry and her orgasm subsided.
"I want to lick your cock," she whispered.
He sat in his chair as she slipped off the desk and fell to her knees. She lifted his sticky prick with two fingers and licked her lips.
"Hmmm, nothing quite as tasty as a cock fresh out of a juicy pussy."
She licked the knob, then held it with her fingers and licked the shaft up and down, curling her tongue all the way around it, twisting her head to cover every inch.
"If you like the taste of a cock fresh out of a juicy pussy, does that mean you like the taste of pussy?"
"Maybe if you visit me in my apartment some day, my roommate and I will show you how we double-team guys," she snickered.
"That doesn't answer my question."
"You don't expect me to tell you ahead of time, do you? Visit us and find out for yourself."
She got up and went into the small bathroom off his office. She washed her pussy, put her panties back on, buttoned her blouse and pulled her skirt down. She came back and gave him a big smile.
"Now, do you think you can concentrate on business the rest of the day?"
"Yeah, probably, until you come in here again."
"I'll put my hair up in a bun and wear ugly glasses," she teased.
"Won't do any good. You're still you."
CHAPTER THREE
Lyle met Anna Krug in the hallway and asked, "Where are you going in such a hurry, Anna?"
"I have to see Bobby, the new clerk in the mail room," she replied. "He's young, and I'm not sure he understands all his benefits." She hurried down the hall, her head swimming with carnal desire.
Lyle smiled and went on his way. Anna was the Employee Benefits Supervisor, and took her job very seriously. Lyle knew that she also loved to suck young cock. He hoped Bobby had eaten a big breakfast. He was going to need all of his strength before Anna got through with him.
Anna was a middle-aged brunette, a divorcee because her ex-husband refused to put up with her fondness for cock. She wasn't a raving beauty by any means, but most men easily overlooked her lack of physical attractiveness the instant she got her mouth on their cock.
Bobby was alone in the mail room, standing in a far corner stapling papers.
Anna sneaked up behind him on silent feet and goosed him gently with her thumb and said, "Boo!" in a deep voice.
Bobby jumped about a foot off the floor and papers flew everywhere. "God damn it, Junior, I told you not to do that!" He whirled around, ready to smack his co-worker and tormentor. "Oh, hello, Ms. Krug. I thought you were somebody else. How can I help you?"
He tried not to stare openly at her. Her face wasn't anything to brag about, but she had a terrific body, and he had heard about her legendary blow jobs. Oral Anna everyone called her, and according to rumor, she had blown every man in the office at least once, including Lyle Wagner. He had never fucked an older woman, and wondered if he could inveigle her into spreading for him. She would probably let him lick her pussy. He liked to get a woman off with his tongue.
Anna didn't try to hide her interest in the bulge in Bobby's tight pants. She wondered if his cock was partially hard, or if his strong young tool was actually that big.
"I just wanted to be sure that you understand all your benefits, Bobby. Mr. Wagner is very insistent that his employees are happy. Under certain circumstances, he makes an exception and includes live-in partners. But only if the relationship is stable and will probably lead to marriage."
"I don't even have a steady girl, Ms Krug, let alone a live-in partner."
"Oh, that's too bad. A handsome young man such as yourself ought not do without."
Bobby wasn't experienced enough to know for sure that Anna was coming on to him, but he thought she was. With the brashness of youth, he plunged right in, figuring the most she could do was slap his face.
"Do without what, Ms Krug?"
She looked directly into his face and said, "Why, female companionship, Bobby." She smiled and unconsciously rubbed her nipples.
"I didn't say that I do without female companionship, Ms Krug. I just said that I don't have a steady girl."
"What do you young people call them, a main squeeze?" Taking him completely by surprise, she rubbed her hand over the bulge in his pants and nearly purred when she found that his cock was half-hard. He might be only nineteen, but his cock felt fully mature. "My, my," she said in a hoarse whisper, "it must really be something when it's fully erect. Take it out, Bobby, and let me see it."
Oh, man, this was like taking candy from a baby. He looked over her shoulder to make sure the door was closed, then unzipped his pants and hauled his cock out.
She pushed him further back behind the copier, where they weren't visible from the door. "You're very well-hung for such a young man. Play with it, dear. I want to see what it looks like when it's fully hard."
His mama didn't raise any fools. He took his shaft in his hand and slid his hand up and down slowly. His cock throbbed and rose like a cobra responding to the flute. He stroked a little faster and watched with fascination as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up and jutted her tits at him.
She unbuckled his pants and let them fall around his feet, then pushed his shorts down. She touched his prick, wrapped her hand around the head, then let it slide down the shaft until her hand touched his. She matched his stroking rhythm and helped him masturbate. She looked at him with lust in her eyes, licked her lips and slowly sank to her knees.
The bare head of his cock was right in front of her face. "I can just imagine that big thing going in and out of a girl's tight little pussy," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "Do you like to fuck tight little pussies, Bobby?"
"Damn right, I do," he replied.
"My pussy is real tight," she murmured.
The tip of her tongue swiped across the head of his prick, and he shuddered. She cupped his balls in her left hand, letting the hard, sensitive marbles rest in her soft, warm palm. Her tongue curled around the head of his cock, hot and wet on the nerve-filled knob, and even the marrow in his bones tingled.
She slid her tongue along the underside of his tool, from the head to the base and back up again. She opened her mouth wide with her tongue fully extended and lowered her head. He arched his hips and shoved his cock at her. She chuckled and let his prick slide slowly between her soft lips into her mouth, and the tip of her extended tongue touched the base of his cock.
He sighed deeply and quaked all over. She drew her tongue back into her mouth slowly, sliding it along the bottom of his shaft. Once again, her tongue curled around the head of his prick, laving it tenderly, coating it with warm saliva. She held his love wand in her mouth and loved it without applying any suction.
He groaned out loud, and she chuckled again. The vibrations from her vocal cords lashed his cockhead, and he groaned louder. She lifted her head and looked up at him with a devilish twinkle in her eyes.
"You like getting your cock sucked, don't you?" Her tongue flashed out and laved the tip of his organ.
"God, yes!"
"I give wonderful blow jobs," she giggled. "I'm going to get every drop of your cum."
"Isn't that the idea?" he said dryly.
His cock got so hard, it almost hurt. The head swelled bigger than he could remember, so full that pangs of lust shot through it. He wished she would hurry and take it back into her mouth.
She stroked his shaft and licked the head of his cock. She gripped the knob loosely in her fist and spent several long, agonizing minutes licking the shaft. She dribbled saliva on the naked knob and stroked faster, slipping her hand up around the head, then going all the way to the base.
"Playing with your cock is fun," she said softly. "Am I making it feel good?"
"Fuck, yes!" he exclaimed. "You're very good. Your hands are so soft and your mouth is fantastic."
He put his hands on her shoulders to pull her close.
"No, don't try to force me."
She put both hands on his cock, one around the head and one around the shaft. She moved her hands simultaneously, skinning the head and pulling at the long, thick tube. She rubbed the head over her lips, then licked it quickly.
Without thinking, he put his hands on her head. She shook her head and slapped his hands away.
"I can see that you're not going to cooperate."
He cringed inwardly at the thought of her stopping now, and hastened to reassure her. "Yes, I will! I'm sorry. I got carried away for a moment. Just tell me what you want!"
"Oh, pooh," she teased. "Your feelings are all in the end of your cock right now. Your brain isn't working at all. You want to fuck my mouth so badly you don't how what to do."
The situation seemed almost dream-like. His cock stood up in a full erection, a few inches from her mouth. Her hands were busily working up and down on it, but she didn't seem to be aware of it. The gnawing, unfocused sexual hunger in his gut made his cock throb.
"You've got a beautiful cock and a wonderfully heavy sack of nuts. Do the young women you fuck play with your nuts?"
"Some of them," he replied, getting antsy, wishing she would get on with it before somebody came in and interrupted them. He couldn't bear the thought of going around all day with blue balls.
She moved one hand from the shaft of his prick down to cup his balls and said softly, "I love to play with a man's nuts. I feel in total control when I hold them in my hands." She slid her left hand under his balls and hefted them in her palm. "Know what you've got when you have a big green ball in each hand?"
Her unexpected, puzzling question caught him by surprise. He stared at her without answering.
She smiled sweetly and stroked his cock with her right hand. "The Jolly Green Giant right where you want him," she giggled.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bobby started to laugh just as Anna curled her tongue around the head of his cock, and the laugh changed to a deep sigh that gurgled out of his mouth. The touch of her fingers made his cock twitch and his balls ache more. Her tongue was like pouring gasoline on a raging fire as she licked the bare knob of his cock.
"I'm going to make you feel good now," she said huskily.
He trembled and panted as nearly intolerable sensations flowed through his body. He swallowed dryly and arched his hips to push his cock toward her face. She opened her mouth wide and let the bloated head slide between her lips.
Her fiery, damp mouth on his cock made his arousal soar. His panting changed to ragged gasps. She held his shaft in a tight grip and swirled her tongue around the head. Then she opened her mouth wider and his cockhead slid into the back of her throat, and she chuckled happily. Saliva trickled down the shaft of his cock, dampening her hand as she gurgled softly around the intruding tool. She exerted more sucking pressure as she bobbed her head slowly and pressed his cockhead between the roof of her mouth and her tongue.
The sight of an older woman fucking herself in the mouth with his cock nearly took his breath away. His hips moved gently in rhythm with the bobbing motion of her head. His mind wallowed numbly in the dizzying sensations as her skillful mouth drove him rapidly toward the ecstatic crest of a climax. She gently kneaded his nuts as she sucked his dick, and he felt the jism gathering inside him, ballooning in front of a seething pressure, demanding release. He tried to mentally grip his emotions and delay the inevitable conclusion a little longer.
She nearly defeated him when she bobbed her head faster, tightened her lips and squeezed his cock harder as she stroked his rigid shaft.
The pressure to cum became intense. Every muscle in his body stiffened. He felt a great temptation to give her what she wanted, to surrender to her expert mouth.
He got a brief, much-needed reprieve when she suddenly let his cock slide from her mouth. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. The pressure eased a little, enough to let him breathe a long sigh of relief. He opened his eyes again and looked down at her.
She caressed the head of his cock with her palm as she kissed and licked the shaft. "Almost got your load, didn't I?" she asked, her voice muffled against his cock.
"Yeah, it won't be long."
She lifted her head and looked at him steadily. "It just might be longer than you think," she said softly. "You have to earn it."
"What the hell do you mean?" Bobby growled. "You don't think that you're going to leave me like this, do you?"
"Funny, I've asked men the same thing more often than I care to remember," Anna said ironically. "No, I'm not going to leave you. Provided you're willing to earn your climax. I want something, too."
"What? Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it!"
"Talk to me, tell me what you're feeling, if I suck cock the way you like."
"I can already tell you that. Yes! Double yes! You're fantastic!"
"That won't do. You have to say it while I'm sucking you. Not just a word or two, here and there. You have to really talk to me."
She breathed against his cock and fondled it with her lips and the tip of her tongue. She pushed at his leg and moved her lips down his prick. He kinked his knees, spread his thighs and she lapped his nuts with swift strokes of her tongue.
"Damn!" he muttered.
He had never experienced anything quite like this. No one had ever licked his balls. He knew she wouldn't take his cock back into her mouth until he capitulated and told her what she wanted to hear. He was tempted to keep his mouth shut and see how long she would wait, how long she could wait, before she took his cock back in her mouth.
The temptation lasted less than thirty seconds. She could stop at any time without suffering. Suffering was his role. He groaned and trembled all over as the tip of her tongue caressed his balls and tendrils of fire shot through him and his arousal careened higher.
"All right, damn it!" he muttered. "Yes! Whatever you want! I'll talk to you! Just suck my cock. Please!" He grabbed her head with both hands. "I'm about to die!"
She pushed his hands away roughly. "Remember what I told you about touching me," she admonished. "Touching is my part."
"Oh, don't be silly. Of course you're not dying." She squeezed his prick and balls together "Your cock is pretty hard, isn't it? Does it hurt when it gets this hard?"
"Yes! like a toothache, all the way down to my toes."
"Mmmmm, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" She dragged her tongue up the shaft, looking at him over the end of his trembling prick as she lapped and kissed it. "Are you ready to cum?" she said in a hoarse whisper.
He swallowed dryly and nodded vigorously. "Oh, God, yeah!" he groaned.
"Okay. I want you to cum a lot. I haven't had a drink of hot cum in two days. You have to give me lots of it."
"I'll probably drown you! Just suck! I want your hot mouth on my cock. You're the best cocksucker ever."
She gripped the base of his thick dick with both hands, opened her mouth wide and took his cock between her lush lips.
"Ooohhh, yeahhh, that's it, baby, suck my cock!"
The muscles in his thighs knotted and trembled, and a groaning sigh of relief burst from his lips, punctuating his words, as her hot, damp mouth engulfed his cock. She thrust her head forward until her lips were stretched tight and the head of his cock touched the back of her throat.
"Damn, what a wonderful cocksucker!"
She bobbed her head back and forth with tenacious persistence, stimulating him rapidly with her mouth and tongue, forcing him toward a climax.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned. "Almost. You've almost got it. I can feel my cock swelling! Going to cum in your mouth, baby! Suck, baby, suck! Suck my cum out. Use your tongue like that. Oh yes, that's it baby! Go, baby, go, suck the cum right out of my hard cock!"
His body stiffened. His hips arched forward. Her head bobbed faster. Watery sounds came from her wet mouth as saliva filled it and streamed down his shaft.
A quiver raced through him. "Suck my cum out, baby, suck my cum out!" he moaned. "Oh, God, yes! Suck my cock!"
She didn't slap his hands away when he grabbed her head this time. He vibrated in the throes of ecstasy as his cum spurted from his cock. She began to swallow quickly and continued to bob her head rapidly. She kneaded his balls and stroked his cock and ate his cum avidly as it gushed into her mouth and slid down her gullet. Droplets seeped past her lips and trickled down the shaft of his cock to blend with her saliva.
His cock quickly shriveled up to a limp tube of sticky flesh. He panted hoarsely and his chest heaved as she licked his dick and rolled it around in her mouth with her tongue, lapping up the last of his cum. She continued to suck his cock a few more minutes, then let it slide from her mouth and cupped it in one hand. She kissed the head, then looked up at him and smiled.
"Amazing how quickly it goes from a nice hard rod of hot flesh to a limp tube of nothing."
"I wouldn't call it nothing!" he said indignantly.
"Just a figure of speech, dear. Don't get angry." She stood and kissed him on the mouth. "Was it good? Did you like the way I sucked you?"
"It was great! What about you?"
"This was my treat. Just a little taste of what's to come. In a manner of speaking." She wrote her home address on a slip of paper. "Here's my address. Be there at seven sharp tonight. If you're late, I'll spank your cute little ass good. And eat hearty, you're in for a long night. I like to fuck as much as I like to suck cock. I'm going to suck your balls dry and fuck you until your knees are weak."
He held the piece of paper and stared at it without speaking.
"No strings attached, honey," she said. "A one-night stand is fine with me. If you want to come back for more, that's all right too."
"Oh, I wasn't thinking about not coming," he replied. "I was just wondering if I ought to bring help."
Anna laughed gaily and patted his cheek. "You can bring your buddies the next time, after we see if you can give me everything I want."
CHAPTER FIVE
As the elevator rose to the fifth floor, Jean thought about her husband. He was the Regional Vice President of Marketing, a wheeler-dealer with a roving eye who hadn't forgotten his days as a traveling salesman.
She knew about his penchant for tender young pussy because she was his second wife, one of his conquests who wouldn't settle for a quick roll in the hay and an even quicker good-bye kiss. She also knew how Lyle Wagner kept the morale in his office so high, and wasn't about to let her Roger spend his energy on the nubile young chicks with no inhibitions who would swap pussy for a promotion in the blink of an eye.
She was a nubile young chick, several years younger then her husband, and knew all about swapping pussy for something she wanted. How else could she have jewelry that Roger couldn't afford? But that was another story.
She screwed her husband's ass into the bed every night, then came to his office every morning for another session, so what she did with her afternoons was. her business. Roger couldn't complain. Long lunches in expensive restaurants and a few hours of revelry in a swank hotel suite with a rich benefactor, and often another compliant girl who needed a new necklace, limited her shopping forays in any stores that Roger couldn't afford.
She dressed to entice without being tacky, miniskirts that came just below the cheeks of her superb ass, sheer blouses with frilly half-bras, garter belts and patterned hose, high heels and lacy thong panties that barely covered her rambling bush and left her ass bare.
Before she met Roger, she kept her bush shaved to a long slash along her slit. He didn't like it that way, so she let it grow back. Guys her age liked bare or nearly-bare pussies, but few of them could afford her tastes, so she no longer dated them anyway. The same went for make-up. Roger's generation expected it, so she learned to buy and use only the very best.
She operated by a simple credo: Date older rich men, give them all the sex they could handle exactly the way they wanted it, and they would reciprocate generously. It worked for her. She liked the gifts, and she loved the sex.
After she gave her husband his morning piece of ass, she was meeting her Latin lover for lunch at a little Italian restaurant around the corner from the Grand Hotel. Naturally, they would adjourn to the hotel for an afternoon of sex, and she expected to get a bracelet she showed him in a store window the week before. Thinking about the way he licked her made her so wet, her pussy tried to eat her panties. Life didn't get any better.
The elevator door opened and Jean sauntered down the hall to her husband's office.
The secretary looked at her watch and nodded. Jean's arrival time didn't vary by more five minutes. She would give most anything to be a fly on the wall in Roger's office when his wife was there. She liked to watch people fuck. "I'll hold his calls," she said.
Jean smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Debra."
She locked the door behind her and turned to face Roger. "Good morning, darling. I brought your morning snack." She sat on the leather couch in front of his desk and smiled seductively. "Do you like the way I'm dressed?"
"Dynamite," he said. "Are your panties lacy?"
"Of course." She lifted her miniskirt to show him. "I have to wear them, or you could see my pussy when I sit. Even if I keep my legs close together."
"It doesn't matter. Your pussy is gorgeous. Let the guys look. Give them a thrill."
She crossed her shapely legs, making sure lots of naked thigh showed below the hem of her short skirt. "Before I met you, I was demure and introverted. You know what you've made me, don't you?"
"A wanton little bitch who can't get enough," he said.
She stared at him and lifted one eyebrow. Did he know?
He stared at her and smiled inscrutably. He suspected. She had a lot of fine jewelry he didn't buy for her. She had her own credit card with a high limit, but he checked the bill each month when he paid it, and knew she wasn't buying it, either. Ergo, somebody else was buying it, and he didn't know a man alive who bought a woman expensive jewelry without getting something in return. He didn't particularly care, expected nothing less when he married her, and two could play that game.
Jean didn't dare let the conversation drift in the wrong direction. She cocked her head to the side and licked her full, sensuous lips, leaving the bright red lipstick shiny with saliva. "You wouldn't like me if I wasn't wanton, darling." She uncrossed her legs and her short skirt rode up to the top of her thighs. She spread her legs, put her hand in her crotch and slid her middle finger under the edge of her panties, into her slit.
"Are you hiding something?" he teased.
"No," she said quietly, then grinned brightly. "I'm getting your snack warm, if I didn't come at a bad time." She giggled when she realized she had made a pun, a bad one, and wiggled her finger on her clit. "Well, I haven't cum yet, but you can take care of that with your usual skill."
Roger watched his wife's finger without replying. With her usual adroitness, she had deflected him and kept him from asking potentially embarrassing questions.
"My clit is primed," she said softly.
She removed her panties and left them lying on the couch when she got up and went around his desk. She pulled her miniskirt up around her waist, straddled his legs and stared into his eyes as she slid her ass onto the desk. "Lick my pussy until I cum, then fuck me good," she said, her voice low, throaty and sexy.
She grabbed him by the ears and pulled his head between her legs, and her humid slit drew his tongue like a magnet. He opened his mouth wide and plastered it to brown-haired box. He ran his tongue up and down her slippery crack and she hunched at his face.
"Yes, baby!" she whispered with wanton fervor. "Lick it good and make me cum!"
His tongue stabbed deep into her bubbling depths and he tongue-fucked her horny twat, savoring the special flavor of her sex sauce.
She drew her breath in sharply and tightened her grip on her licker's ears. "Aaaaaah, yes," she moaned. "Get my clit, baby! Get it good!" The lascivious contact between his tongue and her titillated pussy made her mind whirl. Getting it on in her husband's office always increased her sense of conspiracy. She hung breathlessly on the edge of ecstasy, trembling with passion. "Ooooh, darling, your tongue feels so fucking good!"
His cock strained against his pants, painfully hard. The desire to free it and shove it in her and the desire to suck her sweet snatch clashed in his mind. For some reason, her pussy tasted especially good. Temporarily, he ignored the ache in his cock and continued to lick her gushing slit.
"Oh, fuck!" she breathed softly.
His accomplished tongue was turning her inside out. Ever since she started spreading for other men, her emotions seemed to begin at the surface of her skin and go all the way to her core. Cock, pussy, male tongue, female tongue, she adored it all! All she asked for was a good climax.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her thighs. The feel of her velvety skin against his cheeks made him shiver.
"I'm going to cum, darling!" she moaned. "I'm almost there! You're eating my pussy so well, baby! Lick my clit, baby! Oh, yes, that's right, baby!" She locked her ankles behind his head and humped his face tumultuously. "Send me right through the fucking roof, darling!"
Her plea drove him to greater effort. His tongue danced a dizzying jig on her clit, working frantically to bring her off. The sooner he got her sex gun to fire, the sooner he could stick his aching cock in her.
Jean moaned loudly, continually, too overcome with emotion to care if she drew an audience. She wouldn't have objected to a few interested observers anyway. She wiggled her hips and humped her ass and bounced up and down on the hard desk. Sex juice poured from her horny crack, drenching his mouth and chin, and a small stream ran down the crack of her ass.
He clung tightly to her thighs to keep his mouth in her turbulent crotch, sucked and licked and reamed her torrid sex tunnel and lashed her agitated clit with his tongue. The glut of hot fuck cream gushing into his mouth pleased him.
"Fuck me, darling!" she wailed frantically, throwing her legs wide. "I've got to have your cock in me now, while I'm still cumming!"
He was in no condition to quibble. He stood, plunged one hand into her crotch to keep her cunt primed and fumbled with his belt and zipper with his other hand. He pushed his pants and shorts down and moved up between her trembling legs. She reached down with both hands, grabbed his prick and gouged it roughly through her hairy slit.
"Aaahhh," he groaned. He drove the full length of his rod into her hot sheath with one ruthless, spearing lunge, happy to have his cock in her at long last.
Her insatiable snatch swallowed his tool with a greedy gulp. He tore her blouse open and sank his fingers into the resilient flesh of her big tits, making her stiff nipples stand out like his thumbs.
Jean cherished the feel of his big prick buried deep in her belly. She came so hard when her pussy was licked, but there was simply nothing like a stiff prick stretching her open. She flexed her cunt muscles creatively, sucking his engorged, pulsating cock with her dynamic lower mouth.
He put her legs over his shoulders and fucked her the way she liked, hitting bottom with each powerful lunge. On the backstroke, he pulled nearly all the way out, then rammed into her, making her body rock and roll and her tits shimmy and jiggle crazily.
Her ass wiggled and squirmed vigorously, buffing the shiny surface even more. If he hadn't held onto her legs, she would have slid across his polished desk. She banged her crotch into his, fucking back at him, savoring his hot rod probing her depths.
"I feel your big cock throbbing deep inside my pussy, baby," she whispered, her voice full of fervor. She rocked her hips up and down quickly. "It feels so good, darling! I love to fuck, baby."
"You're a fantastic fuck, baby," he grunted.
His eyes bounced between her chest and her furry box, watching her fleshy tits jiggle and his prick plunder her soggy honey hole. Her juicy cunt walls sucked at his cock, rapidly destroying his control.
"I'm going to cum, darling!" she wailed. "Cum with me, fill me full of cream, baby!"
He fucked her faster, and they settled into a new rhythm, driving each other to the peak of carnal incitement. Her cunt clamped around his shaft as she spasmed in orgasm and his cock erupted with a mind-shattering blast. He held it deep in her cunt, hunching against her crotch, as his cum pump kicked into high gear. Sticky seed spewed into her. And spewed. And spewed some more.
They stayed locked together at the loins until his balls were empty and his knees were weak, then he pulled away and plopped down in his chair.
"God, what a tremendous fuck!" Jean said softly. She pushed herself up on her elbows and grinned at him. "Thank you, darling. I needed that."
"You're welcome, sweetheart." He sighed deeply. "I never know who gets the best of the deal when we fuck, you or me."
"We aren't in competition, darling," she said. "There are no winners and losers. It's a win-win situation for both of us. I fuck you because I like to fuck, but I also think of your pleasure every time. I want you to be as satisfied as I am."
"Oh, I am, baby," he said quickly. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded. You're a terrific piece of ass. Sometimes, I wonder how long I can keep you satisfied. As the old saying goes, you'll fuck at the drop of a hat, and you'll drop the hat."
She chuckled and said, "Or, I'll trip you and beat you to the floor. Don't worry about keeping me satisfied, baby. I won't wear you out." She sat all the way up and looked at her crotch. "God, I'm so wet and sticky, and my pussy is chockfull! You must have pumped a gallon of that stuff in me."
She hurried to the small toilet off his office. She came back in a few minutes and stood by his chair. "The cleaning crew won't have to polish your desk tonight. I did a pretty good job of it with my bare ass."
Roger rubbed his hand over the spot she had polished. "You usually do. At least we didn't break the springs in the couch."
She pinched his cheek and kissed him. "I'll see you tonight, darling. Don't be late for your evening snack."
"Do you fuck all the time?"
"You know I don't, darling. I sleep, too."
Roger waited until his wife left, then called his sweetie.
"Let's go to that little Italian restaurant around the comer from the Grand Hotel for lunch," she said. "Then maybe we can check into the hotel for the afternoon and pretend we just met."
"Yeah, that sounds good," he agreed. "It's out of the way, so we won't meet anyone we know. Or anyone who knows my wife or your husband."
CHAPTER SIX
Donna was the Executive Vice President, a position it took her ten years to gain because of the glass ceiling. The only trouble was, she had concentrated so hard on getting ahead that she had no life outside the office.
She wished she did. She missed the socializing, but most of all, she missed the sex. She paced her office like a caged animal, sipping coffee and silently cursing herself for throwing herself totally into her job. What good was success if she didn't have time to enjoy herself?
She stopped pacing and stared out the window, and suddenly realized that she wanted to cum. Hell, it was stronger than just wanting to! She had to! An orgasm lurked just beneath the surface, demanding release.
She went to her desk, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a large vibrator. Plastic cocks were the only cocks she had ridden the past year, and she had the damn things stashed everywhere, all over apartment, in her handbag, and in her desk. She would do herself quickly, then get back to work. She had so damned many things to do before the day ended. Just as she straightened up, there was a loud knock at the office door.
"Come in," she called, without thinking.
Then she remembered the vibrator in her left hand. She opened the middle drawer of her desk and shoved the tool in and closed the drawer as the door opened. She breathed a silent sigh of relief and blushed faintly as her secretary came through the door.
"Am I interrupting something?" Kristi asked.
Donna straightened up and unconsciously smoothed her skirt. "No, that's okay. What is it?"
"I wanted to go over your schedule for the day. Your first appointment is at ten, Tom Cameron. You promised him an answer today."
"Oh, yes, the computer software salesman," Donna said.
"Right. Then you have a staff meeting at two, and a doctor's appointment at four."
"Yeah, if the damn staff meeting doesn't last all afternoon and half the night, as they usually do. Lyle needs to tighten up the way he runs this place."
"Well, he does keep the morale and productivity high," Kristi replied. "Everything has a price."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Donna said dryly. "I need to get a life and see how other people live. I haven't had a date in so long, I don't remember what a guy looks like without clothes."
"Want to go work out with me tonight? There are always a bunch of guys at the gym, flexing their muscles and pumping iron."
"They're flexing the wrong muscles, and iron isn't what I want to pump."
Kristi snickered. "Then do you want to go cruising with me? I know some good places to meet guys."
Donna gazed wistfully into space a few moments. "You know, I just might. What time?"
Kristi shrugged. "Any time before nine. Want me to meet you somewhere?"
"I wouldn't know where. Why don't I pick you up? I have your address."
"Okay, if you can't make it, give me a call."
"Oh, I'll make it," Donna said. "Anything else?"
"Nope, that will do it for a while. I'll bring you the letters to sign as soon as I finish them."
"No hurry, I want a few minutes alone," Donna said.
Kristi walked out and Donna could hardly wait to close the door. She snatched the desk drawer open and grabbed the vibrator and tore off her panties as she hurried to the couch. She threw herself down on her back and spread her legs, set the vibrator on high and plunged it into her burning hole.
"Ooohhh, yesss!" she moaned softly.
She threw one leg over the back of the couch and pushed the vibrator deeper. Her pussy felt like a steamy swamp, and the tool slipped in easily. The deeper it went, the fainter the humming became. Usually, she liked to play with herself, pretend that a really hot guy couldn't wait to ram his prick all the way up her tight sheath, but not at the moment. Right now, she had to have something hard in her, even if it was plastic.
She thought about a real live cock, a big one, with a big round head, really prominent, not just an extension of the shaft. She liked the ones with big heads best, not that she would refuse any cock just now. The last one she rode had been pretty ordinary, barely six inches long, not very thick, with a head not much bigger than the shaft. She always dreamed about finding the other kind, the ones with the big knobs.
She lifted her head and watched raptly as the vibrator nosed between the lips of her pussy. She held her breath and shoved it all the way in with one hard, twisting thrust. like a black hole in space, her passionate passage devoured it.
"Aaahhh!" she groaned, her mind going wild with erotic images.
She closed her legs, and the vibrator disappeared. The buzzing made her buns flex and her toes tingle. She could lie this way, with the plastic dick delightfully hard and humming away inside her, entertaining herself with a favorite fantasy as the vibrator played a tantalizing tune in her tight tunnel, for as long as it took to cum.
Her hands went to her crotch, and she caressed her pussy with one hand. The lips were thick, swollen with blood and passion. She slipped a finger into her slit and touched her clit, then squeezed her fleshy lips together, trapping her finger inside. The vibrator hummed away in her hot, juicy hole, bringing her closer and closer to the magic moment. The finger on her clit began to move, adding its sensations to those from the vibrator. She sighed deeply and lay back on the couch, willing herself to relax and let the orgasm come when and how it would.
Her other hand settled over her hole, palm down. She rubbed it in small, tight circles over the base of the tool. "Nice wet pussy," she murmured. She smiled and licked her lips. She wished she had something in her mouth right then, like a nice fat cock, with a shiny red head. Her mouth filled with saliva.
She thought about seducing the young computer salesman when he arrived. Why shouldn't she? The male executives made no secret of their successes with the women in the office. What was good for the gander was good for the goose, wasn't it?
She probably wouldn't have to work at it very hard. Young people today seemed to have a wide-open attitude toward sex. Hell, they even answered all sorts of stupid questions put to them by anyone who claimed to be conducting a poll or hosting some ridiculous talk show.
Poll quickly became pole in her feverish mind. She called up an image of a strong young naked male with a hard prick standing out from his loins like an ax handle.
She didn't get any further. The combination of her finger strumming her clit and the vibrator humming inside her cunt made her pop hard. Her ass came off the couch and twisted around and around, then humped up and down as it went around and around. She held the vibrator inside her cunt with her left hand and the middle finger of her right hand continued to work her clit, going faster and faster over the hard nubbin of sensitive nerve endings. She opened her mouth to scream-and caught herself just in time. She snapped her mouth shut and bit her lower lip and moaned deeply as she came.
Her climax ended all too quickly, leaving her only partially satisfied. Suddenly, the vibrator felt like an intrusion instead of gratifying.
She knew immediately what was wrong. She wanted a beautiful, hard, live cock filling her cunt. She came on the vibrator only because of her programming. Stick a vibrator up her cunt and turn it on, and she would cum every time. This time, however, it wasn't anywhere close to being as good as it had been in the past.
Nothing was going to be right until she had a man between her legs, pounding away at her pussy with his nice cock. And she knew it would be nice. It had to be, she had been without one too long for it to be otherwise.
She removed the vibrator, turned it off, and got up. She had lots of work to do, so she might as well get to it. She wasn't going to satisfy her needs, her craving, this way. She took the vibrator with her into the small bathroom off her office so she could clean it after she washed her pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As Donna came back into her office, Kristi buzzed her on the intercom. She automatically smoothed her skirt and picked up the phone.
"Mr. Cameron is here," Kristi said.
"Send him in, and hold my calls," Donna replied. She sat behind her desk and put on her business face.
Tom Cameron breezed into the office with the air of a consummate salesman, clean-shaven, conservatively dressed in a dark gray suit and red power tie, his shoes polished to a high gloss, full of piss and vinegar and bright-eyed and bushy tailed.
"Good morning, Ms Crosby. May I call you Donna? And you call me Tom. I hate to stand on formality."
Donna looked past the typical salesman and saw a hearty young cock that could solve her most pressing problem. She mentally shook herself out of her reverie and tried, without success, to look stern.
"Yes, you may call me Donna, Tom," she replied.
"I assume you've had time to look over my proposal. When will it be convenient for me to start installation?"
She recognized the closing tactic, and smiled inwardly as she wondered if he used the same ploy when picking up a girl. With his savoir-faire and good looks, she had no doubt that he scored with any girl who struck his eye. If she gave him a subtle signal, would he try to score with her, or did he prefer girls his own age?
"You get right to the point, don't you?"
"Why beat around the bush? The program I'm offering will increase your productivity by at least twenty-five percent. That isn't small potatoes, considering how much data you process in a week. The bottom line is, you'll not only have happier policy holders, you can track your investments, make better decisions and thereby earn more money."
"You sound very persuasive, Tom, but according to my calculations, it will take us a little over two years to recoup our investment, and we recently purchased a similar program."
"I know," he replied, "and I know about what you paid for it. You can recoup your investment with me in less than 18 months if you take a full tax write-off of your present program, which you can do if you donate it to a charitable organization."
"And I suppose you just happen to know of such an organization."
Tom flashed Donna a dazzling smile that turned her insides to mush and said, "Three of them, as a matter-of-fact."
"The last time we changed programs, it was messy and time-consuming. The policy holders were screaming their heads off, and the home office was terribly upset with us. We can't afford to go through that again."
"I understand, but you won't have to. I can bring in a team Friday night and have the job done before you open Monday morning."
"Installing the program is less than half the job. What about the learning curve? If it takes a month to learn the new system, we're still behind the eight ball."
"The program virtually runs itself, Donna. Everywhere we've installed our system, everyone was up to speed by the end of the first day. My company is so confident of our product, that we give a written guarantee and will pay a penalty, starting after the first day, if you don't exceed your previous productivity. Plus, I'll be here for a week, ready, willing and able to provide answers and work around any glitches." He flashed her another bright smile, lifted one eyebrow and gazed steadily into her eyes. "Or any other service you might require."
Is he sending me a subtle message? I don't know how to respond without making a fool of myself, or even worse, inviting a sexual harassment suit.
"Well, that covers a lot ground, Tom, a broad statement to an old broad, if you will."
"I can't speak to the broad part, but you certainly aren't old," he replied smoothly.
Donna lifted one eyebrow and smiled faintly. "You're a typical salesman with a quick, articulate tongue," she said quietly.
She realized too late that her comment sounded like a come-on. Well, didn't she want it to sound like a come-on? How else was she going to get his cock in her? Damn! Why couldn't she think of something besides cock?
Tom had been in this situation before. In the old days, salesmen generally dealt only with men and closed a deal over a couple of drinks. Women in the boardroom called for new tactics, and he had closed several deals on the top of a desk or, if the women ranked high enough, on a couch. This one had a couch, and, to his surprise it was leather, not some frilly chintz thing some women seemed to think made their office less masculine.
He smiled again, this time with just the hint of a leer. "My tongue is my living and, if you wish, your pleasure," he said, with complete confidence that he was reading her correctly. "All you have to do is make up your mind."
In spite of herself, Donna blushed. Deeply. The heat started way down deep, just behind her pussy, and raced to the surface of her skin.
"You're very pretty," he said. "When you blush, you look like an innocent girl."
She leaned back in her chair and fixed him with a steady gaze. Well, I'll be damned, she said to herself. How about that, he's making a pass at me! He must not have any hang-ups about an older woman. Unless he just talks a good game. Well, no time like the present to find out. She had to swallow several times to get saliva back into her mouth so she could speak.
"Innocence, like beauty, is often in the eye of the beholder, Tom."
"My eyes are more reliable than my tongue," he said with a soft laugh, "and I know what I see.
Her nipples peaked and her pussy gushed, and she knew it was now or never. Her heart began to beat faster as she walked around her desk like a panther stalking her prey. He stood as she approached, and she put her hands behind his neck. He put his hands on her waist as she straddled his thigh and humped it slowly.
"You won't tell on me, will you?" she asked, looking at him with a smirk.
"A gentleman never kisses and tells," he replied, duplicating her smirk. He ran his hands down her back. "You feel pretty uptight."
"Impatient, not nervous," she replied.
Emboldened by his failure to rebuff her, she slipped one hand between their bodies and let it rest on top of the lump in his pants.
"You know how a zipper works, don't you?"
"You bet your sweet ass I do," she laughed softly. She yanked his zipper down, stuck her hand inside, and grabbed a large piece of meat. "Oh, wow, I hit the jackpot." She hauled out his cock and stroked it as she slid her snatch up and down his leg. "I want it," she whispered excitedly.
"Lady, you can have anything I've got." He hugged her tight and kissed her. "Is your door locked?"
Donna snickered and tightened her fist around the thick shaft of his prick. "No, but Kristi won't let anyone come in."
"She might come in," Tom said.
"She'd better not, I want this all to myself."
"Does that mean you would share with her?"
"Maybe next time."
"How do you know there will be a next time?" he teased.
"You want your contract signed, don't you?"
"You're something else! I had no idea that you were so wild."
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to climb his body.
He picked her up and sat on the couch with her on his lap. She wiggled and squirmed and cooed happily and kissed him excitedly as he stripped off her blouse. He lifted one tit and licked the nipple, and she squirmed harder.
"Finish undressing me first," she whispered.
He fumbled with her skirt, got it off, and grabbed the waistband of her panties. She lifted her ass and let him strip them down. He set her on the couch and turned to look at her.
"Damn," he whispered as his eyes drifted up and down her body.
"Is that good or bad?"
"Outstanding," he replied.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" she said, teasing him with her voice and a shy smile.
"You're gorgeous, and you know it."
She cocked her head to one side and smiled like a coquette. "No matter what a woman thinks of herself, she-likes to hear a man tell her that she's pretty."
His eyes went to her crotch, to the thick thatch of brown hair covering her lower belly and upper thighs. Her crotch seemed to be a mass of tangled crispy curls. The lips of her pussy peeked through the hair, fully engorged with blood. Her slit started way up her belly and ran down between her thighs.
"Damn!" he muttered. "I've never seen so much hair on a pussy."
"Mmmmmm," she purred softly, spreading her legs wide apart so he could see better. "Do you like it?"
"I love it! Most of the girls my age shave their mounds and leave just a narrow strip down their slit. Fucking a bald pussy is fun, but yours looks like the real McCoy."
He stroked the inside of her thighs lightly, starting from her knees, back and forth, moving closer and closer to her crotch. Her snatch radiated heat, like a little furnace between her legs. Her mossy mound felt as soft as eiderdown under his fingertips. He ran a finger along her slit, stroking up and down, and felt the fleshy lips open. He pressed her clit and her hips jerked.
"Long slit," he said. "You're made for fucking from the front or back."
She stared at his hand as he played with her twat. "Your fingers feel so good. No one has played with my pussy in a long time." She looked at his crotch and smiled. "Your cock looks like an iron bar," she said as she reached for his rigid prick, "and it's going to feel so much better than your fingers."
"Your pussy is so juicy!" he exclaimed softly. "like an overripe peach."
He didn't know that a woman her age could get so wet. He'd heard that the older a woman got, the more her pussy dried up, and the less she liked to fuck. In Donna's case, that obviously wasn't true!
"Fuzz and all," she giggled. "Take a fortysecond time-out and get undressed."
"That's a basketball term. Are you a sports fan?"
"I'm a fan of good sports," she quipped, watching his cock bounce as he quickly stripped.
He got on his knees between her legs and put the bulging head of his cock against her cunt lips. "Well, if the girls have any complaints, they've never voiced them." He flicked the head of his prick teasingly along the length of her crack, then suddenly shoved forward and sank his dick to the hilt, hunched against her and lodged the head high up in her belly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donna was transfixed by the stout prick impaling her. It had been so long, too damn long! Her tits stood high and firm and swollen, smooth and perfect, the faint blue veins near the surface full of hot, racing blood. Her eyes became darker as her passion magnified. She opened them wide open and stared into Tom's eyes.
"God, your cock feels wonderful!" she whispered, her voice full of fervent carnal heat.
He took her taut buttocks in his hands and pulled back until his cock almost came out of her, yanked her toward him and again impaled her on his lusty rod.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and wiggled her ass as he held onto her tight butt and gored her with his engorged love spear. As the friction heated her more, she threw her ass around in a frenzy, shook her head, moaned, and mauled her tits and wiggled with ecstasy.
Every stroke of his plunging prick squeezed squishy sounds out of her cunt. Her juice poured out in a stream, wetting the couch, wetting her thighs-a hot liqueur that filled his nostrils with its distinctive musk.
"Fuck me, baby," she whispered hotly, "fuck me good! Fill my little pussy up with your big cock and fill me full of your cum!"
His cock swelled almost to the bursting point. Her cunt felt like a glove that was one size too small! Just like a virgin! Or so he thought. He had to guess since he had never fucked a virgin. She was certainly as tight as any woman he had ever fucked, whatever her age, much to his surprise and pleasure.
Every plunge into her bubbling, tight tunnel brought him closer to the edge. He held her ass in his hands, pulling on her buttocks, occasionally flicking a finger in the crack to tickle the rim of her ass-hole.
The raunchy touch set her off, and she began to buck and heave furiously. The pitch of her moans rose higher, just below the level where they could be heard through the door. She clutched her tits tightly and cried, "Oh, God! Oh, baby, fuck me! Oh, dear God! Oh, baby! Dear God, fuck me good! Oh! Ohh! Oohh! Ooohhh!"
She was like a freight train racing along the track, roaring toward a passionate precipice in a reckless rush. Her frantic motions and screams were his signal to unload his jism, and he fired wad after wad of thick cream into her pussy, lurching with the power of his spasms.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "I can feel it shooting into me, baby! I can feel your cum! Don't stop! Dear God, don't stop!" She threw her body around like a madwoman, clung to her tits, squeezing the large mounds, and crying out as each orgasmic wave ripped through her feverish body.
Tom had never seen anything so stimulating, so erotic. He hadn't expected so much passion, so much heat from her. Her cunt felt like a steaming pool of molten lava, and the surface of her skin felt nearly as hot. She radiated heat from every pore, a nuclear furnace close to total meltdown. He lifted her ass and drove every millimeter of his prick into her spastic sheath, scrubbed his pubic bone over her clit and came as if there was no end to it.
He slammed his cock into her and finished in a titanic rush. She continued to cum a few more seconds, then relaxed and her slack body slumped on the couch. He stayed up close to her, keeping his half-hard organ stuffed up her carnal passage.
"Damn!" he gasped.
Donna pushed herself back up on her elbows and looked at him. "Oh, isn't my pussy as good as you expected?"
"Better!" Tom quickly assured her, "a hell of a lot better. I mean.. .well, I didn't expect you to be so wild. I thought maybe you would.. . "
"Be a cold fish with a loose, sloppy pussy?" she finished for him.
"Well, something like that, I guess. I mean, you're.. . "
"An old woman? Just because I'm older than you doesn't mean that I'm all used up." She ran her hand over his chest and pinched his nipples. "A pussy is like elastic, Tom. It expands or contracts to accommodate whatever is in it. Fingers, cocks, tongues, dildos, vibrators, whatever."
"Yeah, a lot of much younger women don't have the muscle tone you do. And they work out all time."
"Oh, Tom, pumping iron doesn't do a thing to keep a pussy tight," she chuckled. "A girl has to do special exercises for that. A fifty-year-old pussy can be as tight as a twenty-year-old pussy, if the woman knows what to do." She squeezed her cunt muscles around his half-hard cock and chuckled when he twitched.
"Damn!" he muttered.
"See what I mean? My pussy isn't fifty years old, but when it is, it will be just as tight as it is now. Life does go on beyond thirty, Tom. You don't really think I'm a dried up old crone, do you?"
"God, no! I meant that.. .oh, hell, you're older than the other women I.. . " He stopped, totally perplexed. Now that he had fucked an older woman, he didn't know what to do.
"Tom, Tom," she cooed, reaching up to caress his cheek. "You're a dear young man, but you're so very naive. You must not be bashful about speaking frankly with me. I expect it. No, I demand it. I know it isn't polite for a man to talk about the women he's fucked, but you're going to tell me all about them. Every little teeny, tiny detail. Do you know why?"
He shook his head.
"Because that turns me on, Tom. And when I get turned on, I get wild and want to fuck! And if you're a good boy and do what I say, you're the one who is going fuck me."
He wasn't sure that he heard her correctly. Her words banged on his ear drums and slowly seeped into his brain. He still wasn't sure that he heard the words she actually spoke. This woman, this beautiful, sexy, older woman, was actually telling him that he was going to fuck her on a regular basis! He stared at her, his mouth agape, his brain trying to engage and form some words.
"Well, aren't you going to answer me, Tom? Don't you want to fuck me again?"
"Damn straight, I do!" he exclaimed.
Donna chuckled sexily. She wrapped her legs around his body and locked her heels, then put her hands behind his neck and clasped them tightly together. "Your cock is still hard. Pick me up."
He put his hands back under her ass and stood, lifting her easily.
"Sit down with me on your lap."
He held onto her ass and plopped down on the couch. "I like the woman on top," he said.
"It's a good thing, because that's what you're going to get," she laughed.
She squirmed her ass and settled herself on his lap. She caressed his cheeks and kissed him lightly on the lips as she contracted her muscles around his dick and sent strong pulses through her cunt.
"Damn, that feels good!" he exclaimed.
"There's more," she said quietly.
Her cunt began to do wild things to his cock, and he could feel her strong pulse through the walls of her cunt. The muscles seemed to be caressing and squeezing the full length of his prick. Suddenly, she began to breathe hard again and her body came alive as the volatile cauldron between her thighs started to bubble anew.
"Lie back and let me fuck you," she said softly, pushing against his chest for added emphasis.
He felt all of her circuits open as he turned to the side and stretched out on his back. Her cunt became wetter, hotter and more pliant.
Her heartbeat thumped in her chest, her mouth hung open and her brow was furrowed with intensity. She lifted her ass high, and sank back down slowly, skewering herself on his hot rod.
She did it again and again, quickly, cooing with enchantment as the head of his dick hit bottom.
She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders and leaned over, and her large, supple tits hung down in his face. He put his arms around her and caressed her bare back and ass. She put a tumescent nipple against his lips and fucked him speedily as he sucked on her tit tip.
He grabbed her ass and levered his hips up to meet her downward strokes, shoving his prick to her with all of his might. He couldn't believe the fury of her fucking. She twisted her body and shook her ass, and bounced rapidly up and down on his cock, moaning louder and louder as she drove herself toward another glorious climax. The nipple in his mouth felt like sponge rubber. Her free tit swung and jiggled and bumped against his face like a soft pillow.
"Mmmmmm, that's the way, baby," she muttered. "Suck my tit. Fuck me hard. Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Yes! Oh, baby, your cock feels wonderful! So hard! Fuck, baby, fuck! Shove your cock up my cunt!"
Her passion absorbed him, submerged everything but the wonderful sensation of her splendid snatch sliding up and down his prick. Her groans of rapture, the sound of her crotch slapping his, hot flesh against hot flesh, the sound of her wet twat as it slid up and down his cock, doubled his ardor. She bounced up and down on his dick as though her thighs were loaded with coiled springs, and he lunged up to meet her thrusts.
Her passion spurred him on and his dick seemed to grow an inch with every stroke, and swelled larger than it had ever been. He threw his hips up so hard, he nearly threw her off, and she accepted his fucking thrusts with breathless grunts. The squishy sounds in her cunt blended, became one continuous noise.
"Uh! Uh! Uh.. .uh.. .uh.. .fuck me, Tom! All the way, baby! I'm almost there, baby! Almost! Give me all of your cock! Shove it to me!"
She did something no woman had ever done to him. She squatted over his hips, her crotch directly over his loins, put her hands on his stomach and heaved her ass up and down and swung it around and around in time with the thrusts of his raging prick.
He jammed his prick to the hilt in her spastic sheath and shot a lusty load of jism into her depths. She yelped with delight and fucked him rapidly, her squatting position allowing her to swing her ass freely. Time and time again, the muscles in his legs clenched as he pumped out his cream, filling her willing receptacle a second time. Her own orgasm set her bucking like a wild filly, and he had to hold onto her thighs so she wouldn't fly away.
Her emotions ebbed and her ass slowed. She stopped her crazy motions and fucked him a few more minutes, slowly and gently, then sat down on his cock with a long sigh of bliss as the last of his cum spurted into her.
She stretched out on top of him and lay quietly, his prick still in her. Her breathing changed gradually from the rapid, steam engine pace to the slow, steady pace of deep contentment.
"Thank you, baby," she whispered.
"You're welcome. I'm the one who ought to thank you. You really blew my mind, you know."
"Minds aren't the only things I blow," she said with a sexy chuckle.
"Yeah, I never did show you how well I use my tongue."
"Next time," she said. "You can get over me and fuck my mouth while you lick me, or we'll do each other solo."
"Decisions, decisions," he joked.
She tightened her cunt around his cock. "Hard decisions are fun," she giggled.
"Next time, we'll go to a hotel after work and do it right," he said.
"Why spend money on a hotel, honey, when I have a perfectly good bed in my apartment? Unless you want the freedom to chase other pussy, you can stay with me when you're in town." She tightened her cunt around his cock again. "Come to think of it, you can stay with me and I'll help you chase other pussy."
"I don't know if I can handle you and another woman. You can probably fuck me to death all by yourself."
"Doesn't every man dream of going that way? I know a few girls who would love to ride your cock, and we'll take care of each other while you rest. You like to watch girls eat each other out, don't you?"
"I've never watched girls eat each other out except in movies, and that turns me on something fierce. Watching it live, right in the bed beside me, will probably drive me out of my mind."
"So what? There's good a funny farm right here in the city, and I'll come visit you every week."
"In that case, they would never certify me sane and let me go, but I'm willing to take the chance."
"Good," she said with a deep sigh. "As long as you're doing it willingly. You didn't have to fuck me to get your contract signed, you know."
"Uh huh, that statement ranks right up there along with the check's in the mail," he laughed. "I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I know when I'm well off. You aren't big enough to force me, so I have done it willingly."
She kissed him, then sat up. "Never underestimate the power of pussy, dear. Stronger men than you have fallen under the spell of a sexy woman."
"Spell is right," he agreed. "You mesmerize me."
"That's the spirit. Now, let's get ourselves presentable and sign your contract. I don't want you to think that I don't keep my word. She tightened her cunt muscles around his limp dick again and chuckled. "Besides, you can't do a damn thing for me right now."
CHAPTER NINE
Alfred Dickinson was the Vice President of Finance, a bow tie guy with a button-down mind who took his job very seriously.
He came out of his office just after lunch and dropped a thick file on his secretary's desk. "I'm through with this for a while," he said. He looked at his watch, even though he knew the time. "I'm going to take the rest of the afternoon off. You can handle anything that comes up." He turned and strolled away with a lively step.
Loraine was a hot-to-trot young woman with fire in her pussy and a zealous longing for a no-holds-barred carnal scrimmage with her boss. The only trouble was, she was sure he didn't have a passionate bone in his body. No matter what she did, or how often she did it, to let him know she was available, he took no notice of her as a willing, desirable sex partner.
"How about your cock?" she muttered. "When are you going to let me handle that?"
Unfortunately, he didn't hear her. She watched him go through the door, wishing he had. He was built like a tight end, with a touch of gray at his temples that gave him an air of cultured elegance. Loraine knew the aura was false, but she still wanted to sample his cock.
She had come to work for him a year ago, and the moment she laid eyes on Alfred, she wanted him. Not permanently. She had yet to meet the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and maybe she never would. She didn't think one man, or woman, could keep her satisfied anyway.
About six months earlier, when Alfred started taking off three afternoons a week, she thought he was getting some pussy on the side. She watched for the telltale signs, found none, and decided that he was as staid as he acted. She wished he wasn't. She knew several of the other bosses were banging their secretaries and fervently wished Alfred would give her a tumble. At least once. She presented no threat to his marriage.
Alfred was married to a beautiful, sophisticated woman who seemed as reserved as he was. Occasionally, she came by the office and they went to lunch together. When she was in his office, she left the door open, so Loraine knew they weren't playing house, as Lyle and Cynthia did.
She glanced out the window as she mused about her futile effort to seduce her boss. You sure couldn't beat the view. She never tired of looking at the mountains rising majestically in the distance. She loved the high country, couldn't conceive of living in the flatlands. She shrugged and put away the file. Who knows how a man's mind works?
Loraine jumped half out of her chair and nearly swallowed her tongue. "Oh, uh, hello, Mrs. Dickinson. You startled me."
"Yes, you looked like you were a million miles away."
"To be honest, Mrs. Dickinson, I was woolgathering. You won't tell my boss, will you?"
Shirley chuckled and winked. "I don't tell him a lot of things, so one more thing won't be any burden. Let's go into his office so we can talk in private."
Since she hadn't been successful in getting Alfred to fuck her, Loraine couldn't imagine why Shirley wanted to talk to her in private. "I'll bring coffee," she said.
"I take mine black."
Loraine filled two large mugs and followed Shirley into Alfred's office and closed the door behind her. Shirley didn't seem upset, but one could never tell with people who don't show any emotion.
Shirley sat on one of the two large leather couches facing each other in front of Alfred's oversized desk. Loraine put the mugs on the coffee table between the couches and sat down across from Shirley.
"Relax, darling," Shirley said. "I'm not here to bite your pretty ass.. .although I'm tempted."
Loraine visibly relaxed, so relieved she missed the import of Shirley's remark. She picked up her mug and took a sip of coffee.
"I like the way you dress," Shirley said.
"Should I dress differently?"
Shirley shook her head and chuckled softly. "No, not in this place. Lyle sets the tone, and he-likes his girls to dress so they look like sex objects."
"I don't know about that," Loraine said, even though she did. "I dress the way I like."
"Do you like for men to regard you as a sex object?"
Loraine took another sip of coffee. "Yes, sometimes."
"Does that bother you?"
"Not usually. I don't let the guys get away with anything I don't want them to."
"Well put. Do you have a steady, what do you call it, a main squeeze?"
"No, but I date one guy more than others."
"Are you fucking my husband, darling?" Shirley asked with supreme composure, catching Loraine totally off guard.
Loraine came within a drop of choking on her coffee. She did nearly spit it across the table. She coughed and sputtered and swallowed with difficulty. "I beg your pardon!" she gasped.
"No, I can see you aren't," Shirley said, just as calmly as before. "Has he tried to fuck you?"
"No," Loraine croaked. She put her hand over her mouth and coughed hard to clear her throat, and to stall for time. Did Shirley somehow know of her desire to fuck Alfred? Impossible. She hadn't even told Alfred. Anyway, Shirley wouldn't be sitting there calmly asking her extraordinary questions if she thought they were lovers. "No," she said in a clearer voice, "he's a perfect gentleman."
"My husband?" Shirley cackled. "Oh, darling, you don't have to bullshit me. I know him all too well, and I have to wonder why he hasn't tried. Whenever he gets within smelling distance of a hot pussy, his brains drain right into the head of his cock, and you're a hot little thing."
"Mrs. Dickinson, what a terrible thing to say!" Loraine objected.
Shirley smiled coyly. "Can it, honey, I can spot a hot girl a mile away. Don't be offended. I stopped wearing panties years ago because my pussy set them on fire."
"You?" Loraine blurted, sounding as if she didn't understand a word of English.
"Don't let my exterior fool you, dear," Shirley replied calmly. "Or Alfred's either, for that matter. You don't think he goes bowling three afternoons a week, do you?"
"I don't know what he does," Loraine replied, finally regaining some of her composure.
Shirley's eyes were glazed with passion. She unpinned her hair and shook it free. "He meets me, dear. I can't make it through the day without a rambunctious tumble in the hay. You thought he was getting a little pussy on the side, didn't you?"
"Well, the idea crossed my mind," Loraine admitted.
"Well, I see to it that he does, usually along with my pussy. This afternoon, I arranged for him to run some errands for me so I could meet you alone."
"And just what is the purpose of this meeting?"
"Alfred's got a terrific body, right? All those bulging muscles he works so diligently to keep." She paused and fixed Loraine with a stern gaze. "A girl's pussy gets all wet and gooey just looking at him and imagining how much fun she could have fucking him, right?"
"Yeah," lLoraine agreed truthfully.
"And you've thought about it," Shirley said.
"Yeah," Loraine said again.
"Well, you could do a hell of a lot worse. His cock isn't the biggest you've ever had, but he knows how to use it to please a girl, and he's got excellent control. Tell me, dear, do you get it on with girls?" She knew the answer before she asked the question. Girls who liked to lick pussy gave off signals that she could be read as easily as directions on how to boil water.
"Why do you ask?" Loraine said faintly.
She didn't understand why she actually felt guilty for not answering directly. Shirley was in her late thirties, but she certainly hadn't passed her prime, and probably wouldn't for years. Her light red shoulder-length hair framed her pretty face. Her skin was tight and obviously received lavish care. Her clothes were expensive, but did nothing for her figure. In fact, Loraine couldn't tell a thing about her figure.
"We'll get back to that in a moment. Are you shy?"
"Well, sure, at times, about some things," Loraine said.
"If I asked you to undress, right here, right now, would you do it?" Shirley asked calmly, catching Loraine totally off guard.
"Well, I don't understand why you would want me to, but I guess I could if I had a good reason."
"Do it because I'm asking," Shirley said. "Please."
"Is this sexual harassment?" Loraine asked. "Do you think it is?"
"I'm not sure what you're after, but I don't think you're harassing me."
"Then it isn't sexual harassment, and you know what I'm after. You do get it on with girls, don't you?"
"Yes, sometimes," Loraine said. "I don't prefer girls to guys. When we don't have dates, some of my girlfriends and I get together."
"This young man you date more than the others, does he like to fuck?"
"He-likes to fuck me."
"Do you like to fuck him?"
"Yes, but I like to fuck others, too."
"Does he know you're bi?"
"I don't think so. We've never done a threesome, and I've never told him."
"If your relationship gets serious, you'd better think hard about telling him. Or showing him. Don't let it drag on and come as a shock. Some men are intimidated by bi women."
Now Loraine had no doubts where Shirley was headed, and she looked forward to an erotic encounter with her. She drank the rest of her coffee and set the cup on the table. She stood and began unbuttoning her blouse, and her fingers trembled with excitement as she fumbled with the buttons.
Shirley performed some sleight of hand with her own dress, and it fell fully open down the front, lying to the sides, framing her nude body in such a tantalizing way. Her breasts were larger than Loraine's, but not by much, and were capped by remarkably large dark brown areolae and extra-thick nipples. Her pubic bush was a darker red than the hair on her head and quite elaborate. Her thighs were slightly larger than they should be, but she looked firm all over, and Loraine was sure she drove men wild. Talk about not being able to tell a book by its cover!
Shirley opened her legs, and Loraine saw that her bush was trimmed in the shape of a heart. Her fingers stopped moving, and she stared openly at the woman's alluring crotch.
"Please, don't stop," Shirley said softly.
"Your bush looks like the Queen of Hearts," Loraine said.
"More like the Queen of Tarts, honey," Shirley laughed.
For the first time, Loraine noticed that Shirley's magnificent, milky-white tits sagged slightly. Well, that was to be expected in a woman her age with big tits.
"You said that you sometimes bring another girl along when you meet Alfred in the afternoon. Do you get it on with girls when he isn't around?"
"Now and then. Alfred doesn't mind. He says it keeps my appetite for cock honed to a fine edge. As if I need anything to keep it honed!"
"Were you bi when you married?"
Shirley shook her head. "No, I had never even thought about licking pussy until I married Alfred. Our first apartment was next door to a very sexy, very pretty older woman who came on to me every chance she got. Alfred noticed, of course, and it amused him. Every time we screwed-and we screwed a lot, let me tell youhe teased me about her, and I finally understood what he wanted me to do. I love my husband very much, and would do anything to please him, so we invited her over for drinks one night and I let her go down on me. I had never seen Alfred so excited, so I went down on her, and then he screwed both of us.
"I learned a very valuable lesson that night. You have to take a man for what he is. If he wants something, and you truly love him, give it to him, and your life will be better for it. Compatibility is the most important part of marriage. Within reason, what he does for a living doesn't matter nearly as much as whether or not you both like the same things."
"And you like pussy and cock," Loraine said with a chuckle.
"You'd better believe it," Shirley agreed.
Loraine quickly finished undressing and stood proudly in her half-cup bra, thong panties, garter belt, hose and high heels.
"You're very beautiful," Shirley said huskily. "Do you always wear a garter belt and hose?"
"Most of the time. I don't like pantyhose."
"Neither do I." Shirley cupped her tits and ran her thumbs over her nipples. "Take off your bra and panties, please, and let me see all of your magnificent body."
Loraine shrugged and removed her panties and bra. When she straightened up after pushing her panties down, she saw that Shirley had one finger in the top of her slit, idly rubbing her clit.
"Marvelous," Shirley breathed, her voice soft and seductive. "I'll bet you give men a really wild ride. Will you get me off? I want to cum, and it feels so much better when someone else does it for me."
"You want me to jack you off?"
"Yes."
"Is that all you want me to do."
"You know it isn't," Shirley said with a coy smile.
Loraine smiled flirtatiously and walked around the table, keeping her eyes on Shirley's pussy and the finger wiggling in the top of her slit. Shirley was older and more experienced, but she knew she could hold her own.
Shirley watched the sexy young woman's large tits sway and jiggle gently as she walked. She couldn't have asked for things to go any better. "You're right-handed, right?" she said, noting the watch on Loraine's left wrist.
"Mostly." Loraine smiled. "I'm kind of ambidextrous, but definitely not ambiguous, when I play with cocks and pussies."
Shirley chuckled. "Ah, I like a girl with a sense of humor. Keeps life from becoming dull and mundane, doesn't it?"
"It keeps me going." Loraine sat down and put her left arm behind Shirley and her right hand on her knee. Her left tit nestled against Shirley's right shoulder. "Some of the men I meet are such stupid ass-holes."
"I know what you mean, darling," Shirley sighed. "But then, so are a lot of women. At least by going both ways, I double my chances of meeting agreeable partners."
"Good point." Loraine pulled the redhead's legs apart and watched Shirley's finger wiggle gently on her clit. "Keep doing that," she said as she ran her hand slowly up the inside of Shirley's right leg. "I like to watch a girl play with her clit."
"Ummm, your hand feels nice," Shirley murmured, watching Loraine's hand. "So soft, so dainty. It makes my skin tingle."
"Your skin is so tender, so silky," Loraine said.
"For an old woman," Shirley teased, fishing for a compliment.
"That isn't what I was going to say." She stopped short of the redhead's pussy and moved her hand to Shirley's left thigh. She turned slightly, and her right nipple brushed against Shirley's tit mound. She bit her lower lip and suppressed a shiver of delight. "You're not an old woman."
"I'm nearly old enough to be your mother."
"Uh-huh, if you started young," Loraine said.
"What does age have to do with anything? You're beautiful and vibrant and sexy. As far as I'm concerned, nothing else matters."
"And lewd and lascivious and perpetually horny! But are we describing me or you?" Shirley teased playfully.
"Both of us!" Loraine laughed. She slid her hand over the bottom of Shirley's hairy slit and pushed her fuck finger into the redhead's steamy hole
"Aaahhh," Shirley moaned softly, and the finger on her clit wiggled a little faster. "How long have you been bi?"
"Probably all of my life, but I didn't admit it until a couple of years ago." Loraine fucked her finger slowly in and out of Shirley's hole, and the snug channel held her finger tightly. No wonder Alfred jumped her bones every chance he got. She just wished he would jump her bones once in a while. "Your pussy is very tight. I'll bet men love to fuck you."
"Did you let another woman seduce you, or did you take the initiative the first time?"
"I schemed to let another girl seduce me. Naturally, I didn't leave anything to chance. I chose a woman I knew would be happy to get her head between my legs and gave her all the right signals."
"Naturally," Shirley said with a smile. "How did you know she went for girls?"
"Three of us girls shared an off-campus apartment in college. When you live with someone, sooner or later you start sharing secrets. The other girls started playing little games of seduction with each other. I watched and learned. I chose a woman with the same aura, who gave off the right signals." Loraine shivered visibly. "Ummmmm, thinking about it gets to me. She introduced me to some of her friends, of course, and we had some wild daisy chains." She chuckled. "We rounded up some guys now and then and had real orgies, too."
Shirley sucked in a deep breath and expelled it slowly. "God, thinking about orgies makes me so fucking hot!"
"Want me to take over now?"
"Please!" Shirley whispered passionately.
CHAPTER TEN
Loraine settled back against the couch and pulled her finger from Shirley's hole, slid the tip through her gaping slit and touched her clit.
Shirley pulled Loraine's head around and kissed her on the lips. Passionately, with lots of spirited tongue action and lively lips. Loraine spontaneously parted her lips to admit the probing tongue.
Shirley broke the kiss and snuggled down in the crook of Loraine's arm. She cupped her firm tit mound and ran her thumb over the bloated nipple.
Loraine tickled her fingers through the soft red curls covering Shirley's prominent mound and eased her finger back into the top of her steamy slit. Her finger coasted down to the entrance of Shirley's love tunnel. She wiggled it around inside the wet hole, then drew it slowly back up to the stiff stud of sensitive flesh peeking from its hood.
"I'll do you the way I do myself," she said.
"That's fine, darling," Shirley said breathlessly. "I love it all."
Loraine's clit was larger, but judging from Shirley's response, hers was just as sensitive. She was enjoying herself immensely. Dabbling in another woman's pussy was a unique, exciting experience that always turned her on.
Shirley snuggled closer. Her breathing got shallow and rapid. She caught Loraine's nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it. "Such saucy nipples," she murmured. "You don't mind if I suck them, do you?"
"God, no!" Loraine whispered.
Shirley's full, soft lips surrounded a tumescent tit bud, her tongue flicked rapidly and Loraine gasped with delight as sensuous feelings flashed through her. Her finger moved faster, delicately, over the redhead's touchy love spike.
Shirley sighed deeply and hunched her ass in the age-old rhythm of copulation.
Loraine added another finger to the fray, rubbing the redhead's clit between them rapidly, with a feathery touch. "I think I'm doing it right," she teased.
Shirley responded wantonly to the brunette's heavenly finger manipulations, giving herself over to her urgent need to cum. "Splendid, darling," she moaned passionately.
Loraine fingered the redhead's clit with same rhythm and pace, bringing her closer and closer to her much-needed crescendo. "Cum, darling," she cooed. "Show me how much you like what I'm doing to your pretty pussy."
"Oh, Loraine, darling!" Shirley whimpered fervently as her orgasm approached rapidly on galloping feet. "Ohhh, darling, it feels so fucking good! You're really getting me, darling!"
"I want you to cum, darling," Loraine whispered. "Cum good for me."
Shirley moaned with pleasure and pushed her face into Loraine's fleshy tit. Her ass went up and down faster and faster. "Yessssss!" she hissed.
Loraine tightened her arm around Shirley's shoulders and concentrated moving her fingers at the same steady pace as the redhead's body jerked in hard spasms. The rhythm and pressure that brought her to this point was the ticket for bringing her to the most gratifying orgasm.
Shirley relaxed momentarily and her ass fell back to the couch with a mild thump. Loraine continued to diddle her clit, and Shirley immediately rewarded her with another suggestive shiver.
"You can make it again, darling," Loraine said softly. "You want to cum again, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!" Shirley howled, her voice rising in volume. "I want to cum forever!" Her orgasm increased in ferocity. Her ass heaved off the couch. She twisted and humped and whimpered as her orgasm intensified and tore through her pussy. "Oh, God, darling! Yes! Yes! Ooohhh, rub my clit, darling! Rub it fast!"
Obediently, Loraine rubbed the redhead's clit adroitly. Her own clit was tingling with arousal as hard as Shirley's. Shirley slumped back on the couch, her breath coming in hard gasps. Loraine kept her fingers on her clit, barely touching it as Shirley shivered several times and licked her dry lips.
"Oh, darling, that was wonderful," Shirley said breathlessly.
"I'm glad you liked it. It was fun watching you cum so hard, and knowing that I was doing it for you."
"You're so beautiful and so sexy, darling," Shirley said, her voice full of admiration. She cupped Loraine's tit and squeezed it gently, and put her other hand on Loraine's thigh. The moment she touched the silky skin, her expression became dreamy. "I want to make you happy now."
"Don't hold your breath until I say no," Loraine said.
Shirley did a half-roll off the couch and ended up on her knees in front of Loraine, put her hands on the brunette's knees and smiled sweetly.
Loraine liked being touched intimately by another woman, and Shirley's soft, feminine touch felt good. She spread her legs wide, giving Shirley full access to her crotch as a strong surge of lust flashed through her pussy.
Shirley paused for a moment to study Loraine's pussy. The combination of the luxuriant thatch of brown curls covering the pudgy mound and the plump pussy lips were a delight to behold. Her exquisitely formed lips were pale pink, reminding her of a rare, delicate blossom. The petals stood wide open, and sexy love dew glistened in the gaping slit.
"How tight is your little cunny?" Shirley asked softly as she stuck her fuck finger in Loraine's love hole. "Hmmm, very tight. Men love the way it feels, don't they?"
"I've never had any complaints," Loraine giggled.
"Do you cum in your cunt, or just in your clit?"
"Both, if my partner knows what to do," Loraine said breathlessly.
Shirley turned her hand over, curled her finger and rubbed the top of Loraine's sheath, leaned down and simultaneously licked her clit.
"Oh, wow!" Loraine gasped. "You really know what you're doing!"
Shirley finger-fucked the brunette, keeping her finger curled up to rub her G-spot. "This young man you date more than the others, does he have a big cock?"
"Yeah, pretty big," Loraine whispered. Her clit was beginning to feel so good, it was hard to talk.
"It stretches my pussy so beautifully."
"Is he a one-shot Charlie?" Shirley put her other hand between her legs and massaged her own clit. The lascivious conversation was turning her on again.
"No, he usually gets me twice at night, then again in the morning if he stays overnight. He-likes to fuck in the shower. Oh, damn, Shirley, you're making my pussy feel so fucking good!"
"I know how to make any pussy feel good, darling," Shirley said with a chuckle. "I'm going to make yours feel a lot better soon. If you ever want to share him with another woman, will you keep me in mind?"
"Oh, yeah!" Loraine moaned, drawing out the words. She put her hands on each side of her pussy and rubbed them up and down.
Shirley leaned forward and tickled Loraine's tumescent clit lightly, delicately, with the tip of her tongue. "Do you like threesomes with another woman?"
"Oh, yes," Loraine whispered. "That way, I get the best of both worlds."
"Yeah, I feel the same way," Shirley said. "Lift your legs, hold them way back and wide open."
Loraine lifted her legs, put her hands behind her knees and spread herself. The posture made her feel so bawdy, so lewd and wanton. She moaned with a sense of loss when Shirley withdrew her finger.
Shirley smiled and licked her lips. She rubbed her face in Loraine's pussy, smearing the sex juice over her cheeks and mouth. She licked around Loraine's ass-hole, then drew the tip of her tongue into a sharp point, speared it into the tightly puckered orifice and tongue-fucked the tiny opening expertly.
"Oh, fuck!" Loraine yelped with delight.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Shirley said knowingly.
Shirley opened her mouth wide, covered the lower half of Loraine's hairy furrow and drove her tongue deep into her sultry love hole. Her tongue worked in and out rapidly, curling and twisting when it went all the way up the soggy channel.
Loraine struggled to hold her head up and keep her eyes open instead of yielding to the temptation to lean back and lose herself in the heavenly carnal sensations. Her desire to watch the provocative, skillful woman lick her slit was far more powerful.
Shirley's face was the perfect picture of lust. Licking this desirable young woman's pussy thrilled her, and her finger on her own clit added to her excitement. She wondered if she could hold back her own orgasm until Loraine's sex gun fired.
She flattened her tongue and licked from Loraine's little ass-hole to her swollen clit-lusty, scintillating licks, washing the girl's crotch with her saliva, pausing occasionally to probe Loraine's sexy honey pot.
"You taste so good," Shirley murmured. "I could lick your sweet pussy all day."
"You'd probably drive me crazy after about an hour, but I'm willing to try." Loraine tried to giggle, and snorted instead.
"Oh, I like your attitude, darling! We're going to have so much fun with each other."
Loraine didn't doubt that in the least. She was no longer worried about the complications that could arise from an affair with her boss's wife. After this little session with Shirley, she knew she was going to get Alfred's cock in her sooner or later. She hoped it was sooner.
Shirley washed Loraine's pussy with her stimulating tongue, reading the girl's responses perfectly. Shortly before Loraine came, she would finger-fuck her again so she would cum in her clit and her cunt at the same time.
"Girls lick so much better than guys," Loraine moaned.
Shirley paused in her delectable endeavor. "Because a girl knows how she wants her pussy licked, honey," she chuckled. "Your steady does lick your pussy, doesn't he?"
"Yes!" Loraine wailed. "Oh, fuck, darling, I can't talk now! Lick my clit and make me cum!"
Shirley chuckled happily and began to lick again. She put her first and second fingers together and eased them into the hot young brunette's sopping sex channel, then put her tongue on top of her clit and lashed the sensitive bud furiously.
Alfred closed the door quietly behind him and leaned against it, his cock quivering in his pants as he watched his wife and secretary with lusty eyes. He knew that sooner or later Shirley would make a move on the young woman. Loraine was too pretty, too sexy, for her to resist. When she asked him to run some errands for her, he knew that today was the day, and hurried back of his office, hoping to catch them in the act.
Shirley mumbled in agreement as she thrust her fingers in and out of Loraine's cunt and flogged her clit with her soft tongue.
Loraine gave herself over wholly to the stimulation of the woman's tongue and fingers, and thrills swept over her like a tidal wave. She released her legs, grabbed her tits and mauled them without mercy. She threw her legs over Shirley's shoulders and locked her ankles and her ass hunched and twisted wildly.
Shirley's tongue flicked rapidly over Loraine's joy button and she pumped her fingers in and out of her spastic love tunnel. She cut her eyes up and watched the girl rub her bountiful tits as she tongued her savory snatch.
Loraine's breathing quickened and her legs vibrated rhythmically. She bowed her back sharply and thrust her legs straight up in the air with her toes pointed at the ceiling, barely held erect by her quivering legs. "Ohhh, fuck!" she wailed. "Oh, yes!" Her voice rose to a quavering note.
Shirley wrapped one arm around Loraine's thigh. She held her bouncing body firmly and prodded the young woman through the orgasmic firestorm with her electrifying tongue and driving fingers.
Loraine let her legs drop back down on the redhead's shoulders and Shirley licked her pussy tenderly, lovingly a few moments, then removed her mouth from the appetizing morsel she had tried her best to devour and withdrew her fingers from Loraine's slick grotto.
"Out-fucking-rageousl" Loraine exclaimed between heavy gasps.
"I like the way you cum," Shirley said. She stuck her tongue in Loraine's cunt and coated it with her delectable sap. Keeping her tongue extended, she stood, leaned over and pushed it into Loraine's mouth, and their lips met in a torrid kiss. Shirley broke the kiss and sat down by Loraine.
"I thought you might like a taste of your sweet pussy," she said.
Loraine smacked her lips, then grinned. "I've tasted it before. Girls nearly always kiss after they lick each other. And once in a while, a guy will stick his cock in my mouth after he fucks me."
"Do you like that?"
"Yeah," Loraine said, "it turns me on all over again. When a guy kisses me after I suck him off and eat his cum, that really turns me on."
Shirley looked at her husband and smiled. "Will you kiss her after she sucks you off, darling?"
"I don't know why not," Alfred replied.
Loraine's sat up straight with her legs wide open, her eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened. "Mr. Dickinson! I thought you were running errands for your wife." She looked around for something to cover her nudity, although she didn't know why. She wanted Alfred to fuck her, and she wanted to be naked when he did. "How long have you been here?"
"Obviously, I finished my errands, and I haven't been here long enough. I like to watch my wife eat pussy."
Shirley batted her eyes like a coquette. "Do you want me to eat her out again, darling?" she asked flirtatiously.
Alfred stared at Loraine's crotch. "Does her pussy have hair around it?"
"Of course," Shirley replied. "I do ask rhetorical questions sometimes, don't I?" She stood and stretched like a smug cat that had been lying in the sun. "You don't mind if my husband watches me eat your pussy, do you?" she asked Loraine.
Loraine looked directly at Alfred. "You're still asking rhetorical questions," she laughed softly. She looked at her boss with amusement. Her little one-on-one caper with his wife had suddenly turned into a threesome. "But he has to undress and sit by me."
Alfred was a lot more intelligent than he looked. He locked the door, undressed quickly and sat by Loraine with his hip touching hers. She incited his passion. Sultry heat radiated from her and permeated his body. The erect nipples capping her full tits protruded like two little hillocks on top of majestic mountains. His trusty soldier stirred and began to stand at attention.
Loraine cooed and fondled him with feathery caresses that made him tremble. He watched her dainty hand as her delicate fingers played lightly over every inch of his prick and gently massaged his balls. She was tender, prime pussy, young enough to be his daughter. He wondered how he got so lucky.
"Big, beautiful cock," Loraine murmured. "And your balls feel so full."
Shirley chuckled sexily. "They stay full, honey," she said. "There's enough in there to give both of us a couple of shots."
She leaned over and kissed Loraine full on the mouth, a lingering kiss filled with longing, then settled down between her legs. She cut her eyes up and looked at her husband as she brushed the tip of her tongue over the outer folds of flesh guarding Loraine's slit, just enough to get a good taste of her tantalizing moisture.
Even that light contact was enough to bring immediate and drastic reactions from Loraine's tortured twat. Shirley sensed Loraine's added excitement now that Alfred had joined them and knew she could make her explode almost immediately.
Alfred beamed broadly. "Her pussy looks delicious," he said softly.
"It's scrumptious," Shirley replied. "You're going to love eating it."
"Both of you had better have a big appetite," Loraine chuckled. "I never expected anything like this to happen, but now that it has, you're going to find out just how wanton I am."
"We're counting on it," Alfred replied.
Shirley extended her tongue full length, prepared to go at Loraine's slit.
"Wait!" Loraine hissed. She reached down with both hands and peeled the lips of her pussy apart, exposing her pink cleft, and looked down at it, her eyes ablaze with passion. The pressure of her fingers alone nearly sent her spinning into a chasm of orgiastic frenzy. "There, now eat me and make me cum good!"
Shirley quickly leaned in once more and worked her tongue along the girl's juicy furrow, scooping up her love dew and murmuring with enchantment.
The touch ignited the tinder in Loraine's hot box. She grabbed Alfred's cock and squeezed it hard as she hunched at his wife's mouth. "Fuck me with your tongue!" she mewled. "Get it! Get it all! God, I love it!"
Shirley quickly shot the tip of her tongue into Loraine's agitated love hole, and she curled her mound up to give Shirley a better angle. Her body throbbed with severe bursts of orgasmic energy.
Shirley speared her tongue deep, filling Loraine's liquefied quim with hot flesh, and her climax burst out of the depths of her cunt with primitive, brutal force. The shock wave quickly spread over her body, and she felt as if she was being torn apart by the convulsions and gripping spasms.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Shirley fucked Loraine with her tongue, working it up her twat as far as possible, withdrew, and pressing it deep once more. Every movement of her tongue created additional throbs of sweet sensual agony, and Loraine quickly reached an overpowering state of erotic release.
Shirley tongue-fucked, licked and sucked the young secretary until she collapsed in a pile of slack flesh.
"Ooohhh, that was so goood!" Loraine whispered. "Thank you, darling."
Alfred pulled Loraine around, cupped one of her fine tits and kissed her passionately. "God, you turn me on!" he said, his voice husky with emotion.
Loraine squeezed his cock and said, "Yeah, I can tell, your cock is so hard, it's about to burst. You're going to give it to me, aren't you?"
"As much of it as you can take, honey!"
"I want all of it. Want to cum so hard that I lose my mind, then watch you fuck your wife.
Are you up to it?"
"Does the sun rise in the east?" he chuckled.
"The last time I looked, it did," she cooed. "Want me to suck your cock?"
"That isn't all I want," he wheezed.
"I know, and I'm going to give you everything you want, and then some."
He nodded mutely. She held his dong with her right hand and cupped his balls in the soft, warm palm of her left hand. Her long pink tongue slid slowly between her sexy lips and extended fully, and licked the sensitive, bloated knob all over without haste.
He stared down at the gorgeous young woman as she made love to his cock. The heat of passionate carnal hunger pervaded his entire body. The tender touch of her soft hands made his prick swell until he thought it might burst.
Shirley caressed Loraine's head and smoothed her hair back. "Oooooo, look how she licks dick," she muttered. "It isn't just an expression with her."
"I like to lick dick," Loraine giggled.
She slid her tongue along the underside of Alfred's hard spear and tickled his balls with the tip. She licked along the top of his shaft to the end and let the knob slip into her mouth, and her lips stretched wide around the head looked like a hairless pussy.
Alfred sighed and trembled and looked at his wife. "She does it nearly as well as you do."
"You're just saying that to make me feel good," Shirley laughed. "I think she does it better."
Loraine's tongue slid over her lower lip and along the underside of Alfred's prick, and he nearly lost control. She chuckled and pulled her head back, and once again her tongue curled around the head of his prick, laving it tenderly, coating it with saliva.
She got on her knees on the couch, kissed him and plunged her tongue down his throat. His hands roved restlessly over her voluptuous body, caressing her bare flesh and squeezing her tits and kneading the cheeks of her shapely ass.
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs so he could see her luxuriant brunette garden of pleasure and crooked her finger at him.
Alfred stared at her hot cleft and licked his lips. "Breathtaking is an understatement," he said softly.
"You like?" she asked coyly.
"It looks scrumptious!" he said huskily.
"It is," she assured him, "just ask your wife. But you can lick it and see for yourself."
Alfred leaned over and kissed the puffy pink lips that glistened through the heavy growth of curls. With both hands, Loraine spread her pussy open wide and he licked her drizzly slit from end to end, pausing at the bottom to stab his tongue into her hole and lap up her delicious nectar.
"Mmmmm, it does taste good," he mumbled between licks.
Shirley grabbed her husband's cock and gave it a hard yank. "Stick your big cock in her delicate little pussy and fuck her," she said. "We'll take her home with us tonight, and you can eat her as long you like."
Alfred got on his knees, and Shirley rubbed his knob up and down Loraine's gaping gash. Loraine grabbed Shirley's wrist and stuffed the head of Alfred's cock in her tight hole. She threw her legs around his waist and wiggled her ass and grunted as he shuffled forward and the head of his cock opened her wider.
He slammed his prick home, pushing it in to the hilt in one swift lunge. The head of his prick hit bottom and she moaned. She tightened her legs around his waist and began to hunch. Leaning over, he grasped one turgid nipple between his teeth and nipped it. She flinched and squealed softly.
"Not so hard, darling," Shirley admonished. "You know a girl's nipples are tender."
Alfred chuckled and gently kissed Loraine's big tit buds.
"Fuck me," Loraine pleaded softly, her voice deep with passion. "Go slow and make it last a long time."
She kept her legs locked around his waist as he fucked her with long, slow strokes, working her ass up and down, rubbing her clit on his shaft when she curled her crotch down.
"That's the way, baby.. .fuck me slowly.. .use the full length of your cock.. .yeah, like that.. .let me feel all of it.. .fuck.. . " Her eyes widened and her ass went up and down faster and twisted in circles.
"Oh, fuck," Shirley breathed, "she's so sexy when she cums."
"She's sexy all the time," Alfred replied.
He kept up the same fucking rhythm and licked his secretary's nipples as she came down from the pinnacle.
Loraine's passion hovered on a high plateau, just below the point where she would cum, as she looked at her boss with adoring eyes. "Ummmm, I love your big cock.. .fuck me some more, baby . . .make me cum again."
"You'd better get it fast," he rasped. "Can't hold back much longer."
"Then fill my pussy, baby," she groaned. "I'll cum with you. Give me your cum, baby! Fuck me.. .fill me up with cum."
He fucked faster and harder, and his prick exploded inside her, spewing cum into the depths of her sucking sex sheath.
She came with him, twisting and bucking so wildly she would have bounced right off the couch if he hadn't held onto her hips. He covered her mouth with his and plunged his tongue down her throat and fucked his cock in and out of her spasming cunt.
His cock ran dry and her orgasm ebbed. He straightened up and looked at his half-hard cock linking them together.
Shirley gave Loraine a smile that would melt the balls off of a brass monkey. "Suck his cock back up, darling, so he can fuck me. I would, but I like to watch you do it. Never know when I might pick up a pointer or two."
"I doubt it," Loraine giggled. "You've sucked a lot more cocks than I have." She patted Alfred on the shoulder. "Sit back, honey, and let's get this train back on the track." She beamed at Shirley. "I can't wait to watch him fuck you."
"My pussy might not be quite as tight as yours, but I'll give him a good fuck."
"Yeah," Loraine agreed, "I bet you will."
"Don't let her kid you," Alfred said. "Her pussy is a tight as yours."
Loraine slid off the couch, knelt between Alfred's legs, and lifted his sticky prick with one hand. "Guess I'd better not employ all my cocksucking skills and suck you off, huh?"
"If you go home with us tonight, you can suck him off and eat his cum," Shirley said.
Alfred looked at his wife and grinned. "Oh, she's going home with us."
"Damn straight, I am," Loraine giggled.
Shirley sat down by Alfred, spread her legs, and pulled his hand into her crotch. "Make yourself useful while she sucks you."
Loraine watched as Alfred's fuck finger slipped into the top of his wife's slit and tickled her clit. She held his cock with her hand just below the glans and licked slowly, covering just the bare knob. She licked it up and down, curled her tongue all the way around it, twisting his cock, and turned her head to cover every inch, then licked it from side to side, again going all the way around it.
"Interesting," Shirley mused.
"See, you did learn something," Alfred said.
His cock gained size and strength. He wished Loraine would take it in her mouth. She slid her hand lightly up and down the shaft as she licked the head, then put her hand around the bare head and spent several minutes licking the shaft, slurping up the fruits of their passion.
Shirley reached over and felt of Alfred's cock. "That will do just fine, dear. An interesting demonstration."
Loraine leaned over, pushed Shirley's knee out of the way, and made a nose dive into her cunt. Her mouth covered the hairy grotto and her tongue went to work on Shirley's clit.
"Oh, darling, you know I like your tongue," Shirley whimpered.
Loraine sat back on her heels, smacked her lips and grinned. "Tasty pussy. She's ready for your cock, Alfred."
"You have a wicked tongue, dear," Shirley muttered.
Alfred's mouth watered for a taste of his wife's pussy, just to remind him how it tasted in comparison to Loraine's. He pushed Shirley down on the couch and stretched out by her, and his hands wandered over her mature body, caressing her, feeling her up.
Loraine sat Indian-fashion in front of the couch and idly played in her pussy.
Alfred propped up on one elbow and kissed his wife's supple, sensuous lips. He liked kissing her. He ran his tongue into her mouth and wiggled it around. When he withdrew his tongue, hers followed and probed his mouth. His pulse pounded and hot blood coursed through his body.
Shirley's carnal emotions soared when she looked at her husband's crotch, at his prick standing straight up, looking very erotic. She put her hand around the shaft and jerked his hot rod impatiently. She flopped onto her back, spread her legs wide and held out her arms, beseeching him to climb into her saddle and take a long ride.
"Put your beautiful cock in me!" she pleaded, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Shove it up my cunt and fuck my brains out!"
Alfred knelt between his wife's splayed thighs, leaned down and licked her hot slit. He straightened up, aimed his cock into her hairy snatch, and nudged the head in.
Shirley pulled on his hips, making him sink the long, thick shaft of his fat dick into her depths. She put her hands behind her shapely thighs and pulled her knees back until they touched her nipples, tipping her cunt high for jousting with her husband's lusty lance, then rolled her head to the side to make sure Loraine was watching.
"Fuck me like a real bitch!" she whispered hotly.
"Move your legs so I can suck your tits," he grunted.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Shirley moaned, moving her knees aside. Her beautiful big tits stuck up, ready for his mouth. "Suck them off! I don't care! I'm so fucking hot!"
Shaking with lust, his entire body infused with the flames of sexual excitement, he leaned forward and caught a big fat nipple in his lips as he shoved his hips forward, pushing his cock into her expanded sheath until he hit bottom.
"Oooooo, God!" she hissed. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Her nipple rose in his mouth, becoming thicker and harder.
"You're a great fuck, baby," Alfred said hoarsely. "A great cunt!"
"You know that I'm all cunt, baby!" Shirley gasped. "Fuck it, baby, fuck it hard! Oh, fuck I love to fuck and cum!"
"I'm going to make you cum so much you won't be able to walk!" Alfred growled.
"I know how to crawl!" Shirley wailed.
"Damn," Loraine muttered, "you two are making me hotter than the hinges on the gates of hell." She had heard her father use the expression often, and never had a chance to use it until now. She put another finger on her clit and rubbed the bloated love stud faster.
Alfred pumped his prick in and out of his horny wife methodically, pausing on the backstroke, teasing her, then shoving it back in as hard as he could. He reared back so he could see her hot twat, and the sight of his prick plowing her fertile furrow made his mind turn cartwheels.
Loraine peered over Shirley's leg and cooed, "Oh, Alfred, you're fucking her so good."
Shirley raced rapidly toward orgasm. "His cock feels wonderful," she muttered. "It's so big and hard, and stretches my little cunt just about as far as it will go." Her moans and shivers and body movements became more vivid. Her tight twat ate her husband's hefty prick, drawing the full length into her sheath.
Alfred fucked harder, giving her deep thrusts, rocking her body with brute force. She released her thighs and locked her ankles behind his neck.
"Get me good, baby!" she panted. "Make me cum real hard."
He rode high in her saddle and rubbed the top of his prick over her love button, and felt her cunt cling to his shaft, holding it tight and actually sucking it.
The swift shaking of her ass and the juicy slurp of her snatch were clear signals that she was going to have one hell of an orgasm! Her laborious panting turned into a deep moan of fierce delight, her cunt flexed and vibrated in concert with her body as the plunging prick jangled her nerves. One or two more good, deep thrusts and her sex gun would fire.
"I'm going to cum!" she panted. "I'm there! I'm ready! Fuck me! Fuck me good!" Her voice rose to a high crescendo as her climax came on strong.
Alfred rode out the storm, holding onto his wife's thighs and pounding her tight twat, fucking her through her orgasm. He clenched his teeth. His muscles strained. He slammed his cock up her channel with all of his might, fulfilling the promise that he would fuck her until she couldn't walk, felt his own orgasm stirring deep in his belly and held it back until he delivered on his promise.
Shirley bucked and jerked and twisted, inundated by the splendid sensations washing over her body. Fucking her husband, whom everyone thought was so staid, in front of Loraine made her felt so wanton!
Shirley continued to cum, and Alfred continued to fuck. Her next climax rolled over her, pushing her back to the glorious heights. Before she came down from that one, the next one began, and one after another, the orgasms ripped through her.
Alfred blew a load of cum into his wife that jolted her into a harder orgasm. He didn't even slow down. He came and fucked and grunted, determined not to quit until she cried uncle.
She reached the point where she was unable to move, unable to pop her cork again. He had truly given her a superb fucking, wringing all of the energy from her.
"Is that enough?" he growled.
"Yes," Shirley said faintly, then giggled girlishly. "For now. You'd better save your strength so you can fuck Loraine and me again tonight."
Alfred rolled onto the floor with a loud thud and his head banged into Loraine's knee. He looked at her and grinned.
"How are you doing, honey?"
"Just fine, Alfred." Using his given name seemed so natural under the circumstances. "I got myself off three times while you two tried to break down the couch." She looked at his shriveled cock and shook her head. "You couldn't help me anyway."
"like hell! I've still got a tongue."
Loraine leaned over and kissed him. "You rest. I'll get back to you."
She stood and looked at Shirley sprawled out on the couch, then straddled her in reverse and stuck her head between Shirley's legs. Shirley knew what to do. They sucked Alfred's cum out of each other, and gave each other another glorious climax.
Loraine lifted her head and gave Alfred a big grin. "Now, stud, you can take us to dinner, then you're going to take me home and we're going to fuck until we really can't walk."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Harry sidled up to Chet and said, "So, you finally got your big promotion."
Along with his promotion, Chet was being transferred, but one never knew what might happen in the future, and in his book, it was better to be safe than sorry. Safe, in this case, meant playing up to someone who might help him in the future.
Chet looked at Debra and winked. They knew the kind of person Harry was. Everyone in the office did. They made jokes about him, and went out of their way to find ways to tweak the twit.
"Oh, I wouldn't say finally," Debra said. "He's been with the company only two years, and that sounds pretty fast to me."
"The promotion is the good news," Chet said. "The bad news is, I have to move to Bismark."
"Yeah, your gonads will freeze and drop off up there," Harry said. "A guy that I worked with in Alaska froze solid. When he got transferred back to the lower 48, we threw him a party too. The office up there wasn't big like this one, just a cubbyhole affair where everybody sat in the same room. One of the girls wanted to boff him as a going-away present, so he took her outside in the snow. She was hot, but not hot enough, and they froze solid with him in the saddle."
Debra said, "Oh, come on, Harry, surely they weren't stupid enough to take off all their clothes."
"Yeah, they were as naked as jaybirds when they were found."
Chet grimaced and shook his head. "Harry, that's one of those bullshit urban myths that people keep repeating without once thinking of how stupid it sounds."
"No, it's true, I swear," Harry said. "Anyway, you'd better take along extra long Johns, just to be safe."
"Oh, I don't know," Chet said. "I hear the girls up there are very friendly. They're Nordic descent, you know." He looked at Debra and grinned. "Blonde, blue-eyed sex goddesses, and I won't make the mistake of trying to boff them in the snow. Well, not naked, anyway."
Harry leered at Debra and said, "Better yet, keep two of them around, then you can sleep between them and stay warm."
"I can live with that," Chet laughed.
"Every man's pipe dream," Debra quipped. "I'm still waiting to meet the man who can keep one woman fully satisfied, let alone two."
Harry gave Debra a sour look and wandered off. Donna came over with a glass of champagne in one hand and a canape in the other, and gave Chet a kiss on the cheek.
"Congratulations, Chet," she said. "You're going to do just fine as an executive vice president. We'll have to work harder around here to stay ahead of the Bismark office."
"Thanks, Donna, I appreciate the compliment, and you can bet that I'm going to do everything I can to beat the pants off you and Lyle." He looked around and grinned. "Nice party, by the way, but I didn't expect anything less, considering the way you and Lyle run this place. I'll have to see if I can't do the same in Bismark."
"It was Lyle's idea," Donna replied. "He thinks people ought to have fun while they work."
"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," Chet quipped.
"Kristi looks like she's having fun," Debra said.
Donna looked at her secretary, who stood a few feet away, naked from the waist up, and Rick and Joe were taking full advantage of the situation to feel her up.
Donna turned all the way around and tapped Kristi on the shoulder. "Kristi, are you sober enough to know what you're doing?"
Kristi focused her sparkling eyes on Donna and grinned lewdly. "Oh, yeah! I've had just enough champagne to loosen me up, but not so much that I don't know what I'm doing."
"I won't tolerate morning-after remorse or complaints of sexual harassment."
"I won't complain about anything if these guys do their job," Kristi laughed.
Debra turned back to Chet and Debra and grinned. "Looks like there's going to be an orgy. Half of the women are undressed, and the rest soon will be."
"One can hope," Chet said dryly. "You aren't going to break it up, are you?"
Donna shook her head. "No, we're all adults. As long as it doesn't get out of hand, and somebody calls the cops, they can do whatever they wish. Anybody who doesn't want to participate can put on their pants and leave." Her eyes lit up and she smiled. "Oh, there's the software salesman who's installing our new program. I invited him to stop by and have a glass of champagne." She blew them a kiss and hurried away.
"From the way she looked at him, I think he's going to get more than a glass of champagne," Chet said.
"Yeah, office rumor has it that she's been testing his hardware and programming every opportunity she gets, and she makes the opportunity."
"Where do you hear these things?" Chet asked. "I must not be part of the grapevine."
"The secretaries have their own grapevine," Debra replied. "We keep each other informed about who's doing what to whom. And speaking of which, we're going to miss you. I'm going to miss you."
"Why would you miss me, Debra? I thought you didn't go for men."
"See, you're not part of the secretaries' grapevine, or you would know that I deliberately cultivate that impression to avoid office romances?"
"Well, I never saw you with a man, and even though you don't look like a lesbian I just assumed you were a girl's girl."
Debra chuckled sexily. "What does a lesbian look like or act like? I know two girls right here in the office who are lesbians, and you can't tell by looking at them."
"I didn't know that, so guess I can't. Who are they?"
Debra shook her head. "You'll have to find out for yourself, Chet, I don't kiss and tell."
"Does that mean you've kissed them?"
Debra smiled coyly. "That would be telling." She looked around the room, at the crowd using Chet's departure as an excuse to party. As if they needed one. "Why don't we get away from this commotion for a while? Just the two of us, so we can talk without shouting.'
"Want to go to dinner with me? I'll call my wife and tell her that I'll be late."
"I can't, I have a date later." She cocked her head to the side and gave him an impish grin. "With a guy, a sexy, wonderful guy." Thinking about him gave her a rush. He liked for her to wear sexy underwear that he picked out for her, and they did crazy things. The last time, she felt so wanton when he told her to keep her shoes on and crawl across the floor to him so he could watch her tits sway and jiggle. "Let's go in your office."
He took her hand and followed her, still not sure what she had in mind, and afraid to hope that he was going to bang her. She closed the door behind them and locked it, then turned to face him, took off her suit jacket and untied the bow at her neck. She unbuttoned her blouse and left it tucked in her skirt.
"What are you doing?" he asked, trying unsuccessfully to disguise the hope in his voice.
"I have a going-away present for you."
"Why don't you come with me?"
"I sure hope I do!" she cackled.
"No, I mean to Bismark, and be my secretary."
"Well, since I don't fuck men I work with, you have your choice. I can go to Bismark with you, or you can fuck me."
"I'm sure I can find a competent secretary in
Bismark," he said solemnly. "I had no idea you were interested in me, what with all the young unmarried studs running around loose."
"To tell you the truth, Chet, most of the men I date are married. Usually, they want to do all these wild things their wives won't do with them, so they're generally better lovers. Now that you're leaving, there's no reason I can't find out how good a lover you are." She flashed him a radiant, sexy smile. "Am I reading you wrong? Maybe you don't really want me. Some guys talk a good game, then chicken out."
"Oh, I want you," he hastily assured her. "You just took me by surprise. Are you sure you don't want to go to a motel? I promise to let you go in time to make your date."
"It isn't you that I'm worried about, Chet," she laughed. "If I get in a bed with you, I'll lose all track of time, and I won't treat him that way. You have to take me here, or not at all."
"I'll take you here," he said quickly, as he took her in his arms. "You don't how often I've dreamed of making love to you, touching and looking at your luscious body, naked and in all its beautiful glory. You're built the way I like a womanfull-bodied and well-rounded."
"And hot as a firecracker," she chuckled.
He caressed her back and slid his hands down to cup her full, foxy ass. "I can feel your fire, like a whole stand full of firecrackers."
"Did you know that Eve was the first carpenter?"
"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?"
"She made Adam's banana stand, honey!"
"Oh, that's a terrible pun," he laughed.
She caressed his cheek and rubbed her prominent pussy mound against his groin. "Well, I didn't say that puns are my forte. Fun, now that's a different matter, I know how to do that."
She inflamed his senses. Her sexual heat radiated through the thin material of her dress and infused his body. The thick nipples capping her full tits were already erect, poking out like two little hills on top of two solid mountains of mammary flesh and playing peek-a-boo with the edges of her blouse. His cock strained at his shorts and the front of his trousers.
"God, you turn me on!"
"Thank you," she said sweetly. "That's a good start. Now let's see what we can do to bring it along."
Her hands slid down his sides as she slowly sank to her knees. She unzipped him and dug in his pants with both hands, and tenderly brought out his cock and balls together.
"Oh, my, what a beautiful cock," she murmured, her voice soft, soothing. "So big and beautiful, and your balls are so full. You need to cum badly, don't you?"
"Yeah," he wheezed, looking down at her, surrendering to her, still not quite believing what was happening to him, letting her set the pace, afraid he would destroy this titillating, wonderful dream if he didn't.
"I'm going to suck your cock, Chet, but don't cum in my mouth. You can hold back, can't you?"
"Yeah, I think so," he moaned. "I'll try."
"Good. If you want, I'll suck you off after you fuck me. Can you cum twice without a long rest?"
"With you, I sure can!" he exclaimed softly.
Debra's long, pink tongue slid slowly between her lips until it reached its full length and touched the end of his dick. He shuddered expressively and shuffled a small step closer to her. She kept a tight grip on his pulsing prick as she hefted his balls in one hand and let the delicate orbs rest in her soft warm palm. She skinned him back and curled her tongue around the knob, and her tongue felt hot and wet against the sensitive bare flesh.
He loved the way she was making love to his prick. The touch of her soft, delicate hands made his cock swell until it seemed larger and harder than ever before.
She cut her eyes up at him as she licked the head of his cock, then slid her tongue along the underside of his tool and opened her mouth wide. Moving her head forward slowly, she let his pecker slid into her mouth until the tip of her extended tongue touched his balls. She held his cock between her upper lip and tongue and wiggled the tip, tickling the wrinkled, hairy flesh.
He sighed deeply and trembled. The pounding in his ears muted the sounds of the raucous party. No one had ever loved his prick with such skill. She hadn't even started sucking him, and he was already close to losing control. He sincerely hoped he could delay his climax long enough to enjoy her to the fullest.
Her tongue felt a yard long as ever so slowly, she drew it back into her mouth, letting it slide sensuously along the underside of his shaft. She held the head in her mouth and curled her tongue around it, laving it tenderly, coating it with saliva. She didn't apply any suction. She didn't want him to cum yet. She merely held his love wand in her mouth and teased it with her tongue.
Abruptly, she released him and stood. She kissed him and stuck her long lapper down his throat. His hands roamed over her body, eager to touch every part of her at the same time. He bunched her dress up, baring her ass, cupped her naked buttocks and kneaded the silky flesh and pulled her mound against his rigid rod.
She thrust her tongue a little further down his throat, pulled it out, and took a step back.
"I think you're ready to fuck me," she teased in a soft, sexy voice. "Do you like to watch a girl undress?"
"Love it," he said, his voice so hoarse his words were barely understandable.
"Do you want me to tease you?"
He cleared his throat noisily. "No, just take it off," he said, his words more distinct this time.
She quickly removed her skirt and blouse, and backed up until her ass touched the edge of the desk. Reaching around her, he swept the desk top clean, leaving only the telephone on the far corner. She took his hands and put them on her hips, and he lifted her onto the desk. She leaned back on her elbows, her legs dangling over the side, and parted her thighs, exposing her luxuriant garden of pleasure. His gaze locked onto the hot pink cleft and his eyes widened.
"What do you think?" she teased, her voice husky with lust.
"It's magnificent, baby, truly outstanding!"
"How about giving it a little kiss before you fuck it?"
"My pleasure, baby." He bent down and planted a sloppy wet kiss on the thick pink lips protruding through the heavy growth of hair.
She put her hands in her crotch and peeled the bloated lips apart. "Lick it! I like the way a tongue feels in it."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Chet complied eagerly, licking her wet slit from end to end, pausing at the bottom to lap up the heavy flow of love dew and at the top to tickle her clit.
"Oh, fuck," Debra breathed, "I'm going to cum!"
Chet lapped her clit rapidly, and she went over the top. He straightened up, held his prick in one hand, and rubbed the knob up and down her gaping gash.
Debra grabbed his dong in one hand and wiggled her ass languidly as she stuck the head in her hot honey hole. She held onto his shaft and grunted out loud as his cockhead opened her lower mouth wide and bored into her.
He slammed his prick home, burying it to the hilt in one swift, hard lunge. She sucked her breath in sharply as the head hit bottom and coiled her legs around his hips.
"Mmmmm, I love cock," she whispered hotly. "Nothing in the world beats getting stuffed full of hot cock."
He stood still for a moment, basking in the exquisite feeling of having his prick in the young woman's hot cunt. Leaning over, he grasped a turgid nipple between his teeth and nipped it.
"Not too hard, baby," she admonished quietly, "they're very sensitive. Sometimes, if they're sucked just right, I have small orgasms."
"What is just right?"
"Oh, just about any way that doesn't hurt," she giggled.
He changed tactics and sucked the big buds of tender flesh, alternating between them.
"Fuck me while you eat my tits," she said softly, her voice deep and husky with emotion. "Slowly, so it'll last a long time. A cock sliding in and out of my pussy really gets to me."
She was a talker, and he was soon to learn that she was also a screamer. Vocalizing her feelings when she fucked increased her enjoyment of the marvelous act.
She kept her legs locked around his hips, holding her crotch turned up slightly as he worked his cock in and out of her hot cunt with long, slow strokes.
"Oh, yes.. .that's the way, baby.. .that's what I like. Fuck me slowly.. .use the full length of your cock. Uh huh, that's it, let me feel every delightful inch of it. "Yeah, baby, fuck me good with your wonderful cock.. .make it last.. .oh, I love your big hard cock.. . "
She muttered the words in a moaning chant. His prick wasn't the biggest that had been in her, but it was big enough to get the job done, and she had learned a long time ago that complimenting a man on his pride and joy went a long way to assuring her own satisfaction.
"Lick my nipples, suck them while you fuck my hot pussy."
She didn't have to tell him, her fine tits and tasty, erect nipples were too tempting to pass up. "Don't know how much longer I can last," he muttered between licks. "Your pussy is so tight and hot." .
"Hold back as long as you can, baby. I'm getting there. Just a little longer, and I'll cum. Love to cum. Going to cum hard when you do. Love to fuck and cum hard. Love to have a big cock in my little pussy.. . "
Her words didn't help. The way she gripped his prick with her cunt muscles added to his difficulty, and he had to clench his teeth in an effort to clamp off the burgeoning load of cum building in his loins.
She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his ears. "Oh, baby, you're really getting me good.. .giving my little pussy a good fucking . . .you're wonderful, baby.. .making my pussy feel so fucking.. .love the feel of your cock going in and out of my pussy." She undulated her ass up and down and twisted from side to side. "Going to cum now, baby.. .going to.. .fuck me, baby, fuck me good. Oh, baby, baby, baby, ooohhh, yes! It's here, baby, it's here! Ooohhh, fuck!"
Her piercing scream caught him by surprise, and he reacted too slowly to kiss her and cut off the shrill sound. Fortunately, the door to his office was locked, or the room would have been full of curious people looking for the source of the outburst. What they would have found would have surprised them almost as much as it did Chet.
Debra thrashed and twisted, and would have rolled off the desk if she hadn't held onto his ears and kept her legs locked around his waist. At the height of her orgasm, she his face in her firm tit flesh.
"Cum, baby," she mumbled. "Fill my pussy with your cream.. .give me every drop of it! Come on, baby, give it to me!"
Chet fucked faster, made about three strokes, and his jism gushed into her sucking depths in scalding spurts. Debra popped her cork against, and her mouth flew open to let loose another ear-piercing scream. This time, he was ready for her. He covered her mouth with his and plunged his tongue down her throat. His hips worked rapidly back and forth, driving his prick in and out of her overheated twat.
She chewed on his tongue and moans bubbled around his mouth, loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to escape from the room.
When her moans tapered off and the writhing of her body subsided, he straightened up. He looked down at her crotch, at his prick buried in her blonde-haired snatch. How he wished this wasn't the only time he would have the pleasure of fucking her. He hunched again into her, and his cock twitched.
She felt the movement and a dreamy smile spread over her lovely face. "I want to lick your cock," she said softly.
He had never met a more open and eager, vivacious girl. "Fucking you is exciting," he said as he backed up and sat on the couch.
She knelt between his legs and lifted his sticky dick daintily with two fingers. "Are you like most men? Do you like getting your cock sucked?" Her tongue laved the tip of his tool.
"Are you kidding?" he chuckled. "I love it. But I'm not sure you're going to get anything out of it soon. I came really hard."
"I know," she giggled, "it's running down the inside of my thighs. But don't worry, I'm an outstanding cocksucker, honey, so even if you try to hold back, I'll suck until I do succeed." She stressed the second syllable, made it sound like suck-seed, and grinned at her play on words. Her tongue swiped at his prick from the base to the head, along the underside. "I can suck a cock drier than the Mojave in summer."
Her blatant use of the word cocksucker delighted him. All the women he knew carefully avoided the word, using such euphemisms as giving head or a blow job instead. Cocksucker was mostly a term men used. By using it, she was telling him that she had few, if any, hang-ups about sex.
"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me."
The tip of her tongue flicked lightly along the top of his shaft. She skinned his cock back and held it tightly, her hand just below the coronal ridge, and her tongue went into motion, licking only the bare knob, every so often curling all the way around it. She twisted her head from side to side as she licked up and down, going all the way around the shaft.
His shaft thickened and throbbed, and he wished she would take at least the head in her mouth.
She made sure the foreskin didn't slip forward as her hand glided gently up and down his shaft and she licked the head. She held the bare head in her soft, warm palm and spent several long minutes licking the shaft, cleaning the residue of his cum and her juice from it.
His prick got harder.
She moved her hand down, just below the bulging ridge, and deposited a wad of saliva on the head. She smeared her warm spit along the shaft with the edge of her hand as she jerked him leisurely, letting the foreskin move up and down, covering and uncovering the head.
"I like to play with a cock," he said softly. "Am I making yours feel good?"
"Damn straight, baby!" he assured her. "You're very good. Your hands are so soft and tender, and your mouth is fantastic."
She was in no hurry for him to blow his load again. The longer she delayed the inevitable, the longer she could play with his cock, and the more he would enjoy what she was doing, and her skill at doing it.
"Thank you," she said, smiling.
Again, she pulled the foreskin back and curled the fingers of her left hand around the bare head. She squeezed lightly and twisted her hand slowly and jerked him with her right hand.
Chet croaked, "Jesus," and nearly levitated off the couch.
"Yeah, I thought you would like that," she chuckled, "and you ought to really like this."
She replaced her hand with her mouth and held her lips tightly around the shaft just below the head as she sucked hard and jerked him rapidly.
"My God," he croaked again, "you could make a fortune with your mouth!"
Debra pushed his cock out of her mouth with her tongue and stroked his dick languidly. "I'll leave that to the politicians and lawyers," she quipped. "But I've only just begun to make your cock feel good."
To prove her point, her mouth again engulfed his fully erect prick. Slowly, ever so slowly, her head moved down, his long dong disappeared into her mouth, and he could feel the distinct difference when the head entered her throat.
She swallowed all of his meat and tightened the muscles in her throat, putting exquisite pressure on the knob, and he thought she was going to pull the end of his dick right off! The pressure in her mouth was only slightly less excruciating than the pressure building in his balls.
She stopped sucking, held the head of his cock in her throat and masturbated him with a firm grip, working her hand up and down as she twisted it around and around.
His body vibrated. His hips twisted and bucked. He gritted his teeth hard. He forced himself to keep his eyes open and his head upright so he could watch the incredible secretary fuck herself in the mouth with his cock.
Suddenly, cool air hit his cockhead. She sat back on her haunches and watched his prick jerk and twitch, standing up out of his open pants.
"Debra.. . ? " he said, confused, about to cum, not understanding why she stopped at such a critical moment.
"I just wanted to look at your cock and let you calm down a moment," she said. "If you get too excited, you might have a heart attack."
"My blood pressure is already sky-high," he muttered.
Wrapping her hand around the shaft again, she took about a quarter of his cock back into her mouth. This time, her head and hand worked up and down in counterpoint. She sucked, once more applying that forceful suction as her hand slid up and down the shaft, slowly getting tighter.
He exploded with a violence that amazed and shocked him. His body stiffened, lifting his ass off the couch.
She held her head in place, letting the head of his cock slide into her throat again as his hips jerked up. She tightened her grip around his throbbing spear and stroked faster, jerking him rapidly as she fingered his balls with her left hand, rolling and pulling them gently.
He whooped and hollered as his hot cream gushed down the lovely young blonde's throat in thick gobs. His body twisted and jerked and writhed and bucked. His cock spewed like a fire hose. After what seemed like an eternity of nerve-wracking bliss, his body went limp.
"That's.. .all.. .of.. .it.. . " he wheezed.
She lifted her head and gave his cock a critical look. "Not quite," she said. With her thumb under the shaft and two fingers on top of it, she started at the base and squeezed hard as she moved her hand up, milking his prick. One large pearly drop of cum oozed out and stood on the tip, and her tongue flashed out and scooped it up. "Now, that's all of it." She smacked her lips and smiled.
"Please, come home with me and teach my wife how to suck cock that way," Chet pleaded, deadly serious.
Debra chuckled. "Do you really think she would appreciate you bringing home another girl to teach her how to be a better cocksucker?"
"Yeah, you're right, more's the pity. Too bad, too." He sighed deeply, from extreme pleasure for what Debra had done to him, and from his disappointment of not getting her and his wife in bed together. "I would love to get it on with both of you at the same time."
"Have you ever done a threesome with her?"
"No, I've never had the nerve to suggest it. You eat pussy, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," she said quickly.
"I wish my wife did."
"How do you know she doesn't?"
"She won't even kiss another woman on the lips," he replied.
"So what? She could have a girlfriend she gets it on with, and you would never know unless she wanted you to. You don't know that she isn't fucking half the men in town, either. A girl can fuck three guys in the afternoon, and three more that night, all at the same time, without even slowing down. It isn't like we have to get a hard-on, you know."
"Are you speaking from personal experience?"
"I've done it a couple of times. The point I'm making is, if you play around behind her back, maybe she's doing the same thing to you. If you really want to know how your wife feels about other girls or a threesome, and you don't have enough guts to ask her, ask one of her girlfriends you can trust. Girls are blabbermouths, honey. We say that we have to keep some secrets, but we don't really mean it when it comes to sex. Ask us the right questions, and we'll spill our guts."
Chet sat up and kissed Debra on the mouth. "If you're through with me, I'm going home right now and find out if what you say is right."
"You tell me if I'm through with you," she laughed, giving his limp dick a flick with the tip of her finger.
"Yeah, you're through with me. I'm sure going to miss you."
"Maybe you can come down from Bismark for a conference or something once in a while. I'll be around."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Uncharacteristically, Joe got tired of fondling Kristi's bare tits and wandered off in search of more productive endeavors.
"He must not like playing with my tits," Kristi giggled.
"I do," Rick said. "Let's get out of here, I want to play with the rest of you."
"We can go to the conference room."
"Why not the boardroom? Bouncing your pretty butt on that imagine table will be a real turn-on.
"The conference room is safer. Anybody else in there will be doing the same thing we are."
Rick grabbed Kristi's hand and hot-footed it down the hall to the conference room. He tried to watch her tits jiggle and walk at the same time, and nearly stumbled. He slammed the door behind them, and she giggled and jumped up and down so he could leer at her bouncing jugs.
He gave her a big bear hug and covered her mouth with his. She parted her lips and his tongue darted in to fence with hers. She squirmed against him, and his cock quivered with arousal and grew into a fat, firm rod that made a big tent in the front of his pants.
"I'm really going to enjoy fucking you," he muttered.
Passionate women like to be wanted, and she was no different. The fluttering of anticipation had already started in her pussy, and she looked forward to spreading her legs for him.
"I know," she giggled softly. "I'm a good piece of ass." She squirmed her mound against the lump of his cock. "When was the last time you were with a woman other than your wife?" she asked.
"Never," he replied quietly. "Well, you won't cheat her unless you neglect her after fucking me."
"I won't neglect her," he said quickly, firmly. "Are you nervous."
"Yes, a little."
"Good. Nervousness will keep you on edge."
"It can also screw up performance," he said with a nervous laugh.
"I'm not worried, dear. You're a good lover. You're always very attentive to your wife at the annual parties, and more often than not, considerate, attentive men are good lovers."
"Well, at least you know that I'm not some monster who eats girls whole."
"The way I heard the joke, the wolf told Red Riding Hood that he would spit out her hole," she quipped.
"You lost me," he said.
"The story of Little Red Riding Hood and the big bad wolf. He said he was going to eat her up, and she asked if he was going to eat her whole. He said no, he would spit that out." She cocked her head to one side and smiled sexily. "I want you to make me cum until I go out of my mind," she said softly.
"You're very direct."
"I like to beat the bush, not beat around it. You think my heels are round, don't you?"
"No. I think you're a woman who knows what she wants, and goes after it. You have a great body and you're a very sexy and sensual woman." He fondled her splendid ass and kissed her again. "You taste good."
"Wait until you taste the best part. Are you going to spit out my hole?" she asked coyly.
"Not on your life!" he said. "That's the best part."
"You're very diplomatic. Are you going to just fuck me?"
"No. Simply fucking you would sell you short, and your quip told me that you like to get your pussy licked."
"You'd better believe I do. Get out of your clothes."
She dropped her skirt and watched him undress. He took off his shirt, and she saw that his chest was well-muscled and not too hairy. She didn't like men who looked like apes. Her pussy got wetter and her nipples peaked. Uncomplicated tumbles with eager married men kept life interesting. He pushed his pants and shorts down together, and her eyes instantly went to the cock.
"Your cock is a hell of a lot bigger than I usually get," she said softly. "That's a good start."
He held her close and kissed her again. She clung to his stiff cock and ground her tits into his chest. He pushed her back so he could look at her sexy body.
"God, you're gorgeous. Your nipples are so big and hard."
"And my pussy is flowing like a river," she whispered.
He kissed her nipples, then took one into his mouth and sucked it. He slipped his hands down the back of her panties and kneaded her curvy buttocks. He kissed the tip of her nose and caressed her pussy through her panties. She tilted her head and opened her mouth. He ran the tip of his tongue over her lips, then kissed her firmly.
Her tongue shot into his mouth. She hunched her hips forward and moaned softly. He felt the punch of the kiss in the end of his toes, and a tight, thrilling tension filled his belly.
He worked his hand under the edge of her panties and ran the tip of his fuck finger up and down her creamy seam. Her tongue dueled with his as his finger entered her glory hole. As she said, she was sopping wet, and his finger glided into her with ease. She sucked on his tongue and hunched at his hand as he finger-fucked her.
He eased his finger out of her hole and scratched her erect love button lightly with his fingernail, and pleasure and excitement shot through her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her tits against his chest.
She broke the kiss and licked his lips lovingly. Her eyes sparkled with stimulation. "Your hands feel good. My nipples are so sensitive, and I like to have my pussy played with." She eyed his erect cock. Her body filled with avid anticipation that reminded her of how much she liked to fuck. "I'm going to enjoy riding your big cock."
He pushed the panties down her satiny thighs and let them drop around her ankles, and she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She gave him a look that would melt lead as she sat on the floor, leaned back on her hands and opened her legs.
He knelt by her and kissed both legs, from her ankles to the top of her thighs. He licked her taut belly, pushed her legs farther apart and licked her crotch delicately. He slid his hands under her buttocks and pressed his lips to her whiskery slit, thrust his tongue into her hole and licked the walls of her cunt.
She sucked in her breath sharply and wiggled her ass. He massaged her clit with his tongue, and she whimpered and panted and stared at him through slitted eyes as his tongue filled her with sensual enchantment. He flicked his tongue over her clit and speared it in and out of her hot passion pit, making her hotter and hotter.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good," she muttered softly.
She humped her ass gently as the erotic tension built relentlessly in her body. She enjoyed the prelude to a climax, liked for it to last a long time, but he had a very talented tongue and her ass began to hump and twist faster as her passion increased. She supported herself on her left arm and put her right hand behind his head to pull his mouth tighter to her bubbling pussy, and the bubble of tension burst. Her hips jerked up so hard that her pubic bone banged into his chin, and her heels beat a soft tattoo on the carpet as she climaxed.
"I'm cumming!" she gasped, stating the obvious, as a river of juice flooded down the length of her channel and into his mouth.
Her sudden orgasm surprised him. He cupped his tongue, swallowed her cream and sucked for more. He moved his tongue around in her gash, tickled her clit and fucked her with his tongue, perfectly willing to help her along the road to nirvana.
The unexpected onset of her climax didn't surprise her. Champagne always did that to her, and getting felt up by two men in front of the other party-goers cocked her trigger. Her tremors ebbed and he covered her cunt with a kiss, then straightened up and looked at her, his cheeks and mouth glistening with her juice. She pulled his head down and kissed him and got a good, thrilling taste of herself.
She sat up and inhaled deeply, and her full, elegant tits rose and fell rapidly. She smiled seductively and licked her lips slowly.
He grinned and said, "Well?"
She touched her pussy and smiled. "So far, so good," she replied. "The way you eat pussy is very thoughtful, and I like thoughtful men."
"Do I know you well enough to tell you what I'm thinking right now without embarrassing you?"
"Try me." She looked him straight in the eye. "I'm a pretty broad-minded girl." Her voice dropped an octave, became husky and seductive. "I can be as kinky as any woman you've ever met."
"I would like to fuck your mouth, your cunt, your ass, and your tits."
She looked at him with eyes full of lust. "That covers a lot of ground," she laughed. "You probably don't have enough stamina to fuck me in all those places. Better pick one or two and concentrate on them."
He embraced her and kissed her full, lush lips again. He liked to kiss her. Her hot mouth tasted of the unique musk a woman gets when she's genuinely turned on. He eased her down on her back, and even lying down, her tits stood up large and firm. His heart beat like a trip hammer and he could feel the drumbeat of his pulse all the way to the tip of his prick.
He rubbed his palms over the stiff nipples, and she pushed her chest out proudly, her tits swollen with desire. Her thick, erect nipples sat in pinkish brown circles on her large alabaster mounds. His cock fattened and twitched with excitement, a hard, throbbing hunk of flesh. She smiled and rubbed her hand over the stiff column of meat, making it swell even more.
Her beauty hit him like a punch in the belly. Her long, thick hair spilled over her shoulders. Her large tits stood high and firm. Her fat crimson nipples protruded firmly, arrogantly, from the fleshy white mounds. Her lush, feminine sensuality made his blood race.
"You're so beautiful and sensual," he husked, "one of the few women I know who looks sexier naked than she does dressed."
She smiled and swelled with pride, conscious of what sensual women have instinctively known for ages. A pussy holds awesome power over men. Some women use that power to achieve their own ends and go through men like a reaper through wheat. Other women, of whom she was one, use it for pleasure, and get untold pleasure over and over.
"I get the shivers when someone looks at me that way," she said softly. She fondled his jutting cock with both hands. "Mmmmm, your cock is so hard. That's a big compliment to me. I love big, hot silky cocks."
He leaned over and ran the tip of his tongue around one of her tumescent nipples. He took as much of the firm mound as he could into his mouth and sucked tenderly on the tender bud of tit flesh. He put his hand back into her crotch and rubbed her cunt, making sure she didn't cool off.
Susan and Bob came in, gave Kristi and Rick a quick look, then went to the far side of the conference room and began their own erotic love play.
Rick played with Kristi's pussy and sucked her other tit. She fell back on the floor, arched her chest and forced more of her tasty tit into his mouth. He straddled her chest with his ass barely touching her stiff nipples and looked down at her.
"I want to fuck your mouth," he said.
"You can have whatever you want, however you want it," she said softly, feeling an overwhelming urge to take his wonderful tool in her mouth.
"Show me how good your mouth is."
"You've never fucked a better one."
"You talk too much."
She put her hands behind his ass and pulled him up further. She stuck out her tongue and licked his balls, sucked each one, then balanced them on her tongue. His passion surged as she ran the tip of her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his prick. She licked the head all over, making it glisten and shine.
"Suck it," he panted.
"Mmmmmm, yes, yes."
She wet the head of his cock with saliva, then rubbed it over her cheeks and lips. He grunted when she guided his dick to her mouth and surrounded the head with her warm, wet lips. A mouthful of pulsating prick always thrilled her. He grunted louder when she sucked the blood-gorged knob, and waves of pleasure raced through him. She took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him.
"I love to suck cock," she said softly. She stuck out her tongue and licked the glistening knob. "Men tell me that I'm a good cocksucker. Every man has some special little way he-likes his cock sucked, so don't be shy about telling me what you want."
"You're doing just fine, baby. Just fine indeed."
She put his cock back in her mouth and sucked it lovingly. She slowly lifted her head to let about half of his shaft slide between her lips and reached up with her left hand to fondle his balls. She wondered if he was going to cum in her mouth. She liked to eat cum, and wouldn't mind if he did. The more she sucked his meaty lollipop, the more excited she became.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Joe thought Kristi was a tease and just wanted to get felt up. He wasn't interested in only playing with her tits. He wanted to fuck. He saw Rick take her into the conference room and changed his mind. She wouldn't go in there with him unless she was going to put out. He waited a few minutes, then wandered across the room and slipped into the conference room, waited a few minutes until the time was right, then made his presence known.
"Good cocksucker," Rick muttered.
"Sure looks like it to me," Joe said.
Kristi cut her eyes to the side and gurgled around Rick's dick.
"You don't mind if I join in, do you?" Joe said.
Joe's appearance didn't bother Rick. He kept right on fucking Kristi's mouth and said, "Hell, no. She's hot enough to handle both of us."
Joe undressed quickly and lay between Kristi's legs on his belly, kissed her furry mound, then buried his mouth in her juicy quim.
Kristi wiggled her hips and sighed with delight. She played with Rick's dangling balls with one hand and curled her tongue around the head of his cock with a contented purr. She let her mind run free, relishing Rick's prick in her mouth and Joe's tongue in her snatch.
The pungent aroma of Kristi's hot twat filled Joe's nostrils, intoxicating him. He gave the center of her slit a loving lick, then tickled the tip of his tongue along the lips. He put his arms between her legs, and pushed back, and her ass rolled up as he spread her legs and opened her crotch wide.
He put his fingers on each side of her slit, separated the thick lips and gazed at the dazzling coral interior. Starting at the top of her slit, just above her clit, he licked down to her ass-hole, tickled her puckered anus, then licked her gash again. Over and over, his broad, flat tongue made a slow, sensuous journey through her juicy slot. As he expected, her pussy tasted marvelous.
Her shapely ass jiggled every time his tongue skittered over her clit, and she writhed more actively when he tongued her ass-hole. After a few minutes of his lewd licking, her hips started corkscrewing and lurching dynamically, gyrating wildly in response to his busy tongue.
She had to fight to keep her mind on sucking Rick's cock, her mind whirling in an erotic dreamland as Joe's skillful tongue pushed her closer and closer to the peak of excitement. She concentrated on the mouthful of hard male meat and sucked eagerly and noisily.
Her toes curled and uncurled reflexively as his clever tongue washed her pussy. Suddenly, she moaned deep in her throat and sucked Rick's cock harder. Her writhing became tumultuous as a tornado of orgasm swirled out of the inner recesses of her cunt, wrenching her guts and shattering her mind.
Joe stuck two fingers in her cunt and licked her clit lickety-split as he finger-fucked her. She twisted and heaved so hard, she wiggled across the floor, and the two men scooted along with her, Joe thrusting his fingers into her hot snatch and licking her clit with a speeding tongue and Rick fucking her dynamic mouth. Her mouth felt like a powerful vacuum cleaner around his cock, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer.
Joe got on his knees and looked at the hot secretary as she lay with her legs straight up in the air, bucking and bouncing wildly, and her cunt winking invitingly at him. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of her slit and massaged her clit with the rubbery knob, then slipped the head of his prong between her gaping cunt lips. She was aroused and tight and wet and eager, and his knob easily parted the tight walls of her hot, wet channel.
Kristi threw her hips up, hastening his entry, and grunted as the broad head of his tool penetrated her. He lunged forward and banged his prick in to the hilt, and she moaned from the instant the head touched the mouth of her cunt until her tight love sheath surrounded the full length of his shaft.
"Outstanding cunt," Joe grunted. "So tight and hot."
"Tell me about it," Rick said. "When I put my fingers in her pussy, it was so lively, I thought she was going to tear them off."
Kristi gurgled and dug her fingers into Rick's buttocks.
Joe reared back and slammed his meat into her, fucking her hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her cunt up to meet his incoming cock, and his lance penetrated to the far recesses of her rippling passage.
Rick kept his cock in Kristi's mouth as he got off her chest and knelt by her head to give his buddy more room.
Joe was impressed. Kristi genuinely knew how to fuck. He disliked when a woman just lay there and did nothing, unable to come to grips with emotions. This one took an active part. She was both refreshing and encouraging.
Her tits jiggled enticingly as he repeatedly plunged the full length of his prick in and out her slick sheath. Her hot eyes darted back and forth between the two men and her emotions soared higher, to the rarefied heights of carnal ecstasy.
She bucked wildly and sucked air in through her nose as the glorious friction of Joe's cock turned her inside out. His balls slapped against her ass as she fucked back at him. Her head swam and her nerves jangled.
Her cunt felt like it was bursting wide open, then it overflowed and juice oozed out of her fluttering pussy lips and ran down the cheeks of her ass, leaving shiny little snail trails. She bucked and writhed and raked Rick's thighs with her fingernails and sucked his cock hard.
Joe fucked her juicy sheath harder and faster, his balls banging into the firm flesh of her ass cleft, breathing hard, straining with the effort of fucking her through her orgasm. She was cumming so hard, he wondered if she would ever stop. Her face contorted with carnal passion and her body bounced and bucked.
Kristi yanked Rick's cock out of her mouth and gasped, "Cum in me."
"Any second," he grunted in reply.
He hung onto her trembling legs and rammed his raging prick all the way home. She let out a piercing wail and dropped her feet to the floor and fucked back at him with hard, rapid movements of her ass. All he had to do was hang on. All he could do was hang on. Staying in her saddle was like trying to ride a bucking bronco.
She shivered and jerked, twisted and twirled her hips and clutched his cock in the vise inside her cunt. Her wails became louder, longer and deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his back and clung to him like a leech and fucked him for all she was worth.
The string of orgasms merged into one formidable explosion, and her cunt clamped his cock tightly. He slammed into her hard and rocked her body, plundering her pussy passionately for several long, deeply satisfying minutes before his nuts were finally empty. He slowed down, pushed his prick all the way into her, and stopped.
She lay motionless, weak and limp and trembling, sighed deeply and looked at him with adoring eyes. He pulled his flaccid prick out of her tight cunt, and a load of dammed-up cream trickled into the crack of her ass.
"You're a magnificent fuck, Joe," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Absolutely marvelous."
"Thanks. I enjoy having my ego stroked as much as the next guy, but I didn't do that much. Mostly, I went along for the ride. And it was one hell of a ride, let me tell you!"
"I think it's time I took a ride in her saddle," Rick said. He knelt between her legs and slammed his cock home.
"Aaahhh, yes!" she hissed. "Do it, baby, do it! Fuck me hard!"
The thick lips of her cunt clung to his prick as he pulled back. He paused with just the knobby head of his prick inside her. Too long, for her, and she bounced her hips impatiently. Her orgasm was rapidly tapering off, and she didn't want it to flatten out.
He shoved his cock back in and the lips of her pussy folded around the base of his shaft. He levered his ass rapidly, thrusting his rigid spear in and out of her twat, hard, deep, and often. Her full tits jiggled from the force of his driving pace.
Her face glowed with enchantment. Her ass bounced off the floor every time he slammed into her with deep, surging strokes, and she began a rapid climb toward another orgasm.
Joe pulled her head to the side and stuck his limp, sticky dick in her mouth. "Here, take this thing in that sweet mouth and suck it while Rick takes care of your pussy. The way you suck his cock, I know you're a good cocksucker."
"One of the best," Rick agreed.
Joe held her head with one hand and fondled her tits with the other as he fucked her mouth.
Rick continued to pound her ass into the floor with hard, fast lunges. The sight of his buddy fucking her face excited him. He had no idea she was so hot and uninhibited. "She's a fine piece of ass," he grunted.
"Got a good mouth, too. Have you fucked her before?"
"No, this is the first time."
"I don't think it's going to be the last," Joe said.
Kristi chuckled and gently nipped Joe's cock, just to let him know that she agreed. She never realized that taking on two men at once would be so arousing. She was right on the edge of another climax, felt Joe's cock swell, and her passions soared faster.
"Damn, I'm going to shoot another load," Joe grunted. "Get ready to eat my cum, baby. Oh, yeah, here it is!"
His jism squirted into her mouth, and the taste triggered her climax. She popped again as Rick made his deposit in her sperm bank, and now she had two heavy loads of cum in her pussy. The knowledge excited her so much, her sex gun fired again.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Susan hadn't had a man since she fucked Bob at Chet's going-away party, and she was champing at the bit like a thoroughbred in the homestretch. To make matters worse, every time she closed her eyes, she could see Kristi taking on Rick and Joe at the same time.
Her chance to duplicate Kristi's adventure came about an hour before quitting time. Jake and Pete finally put her computer back together and announced that it was repaired.
"And it took only two of you most of the afternoon," Susan said.
"It was a tough nut to crack," Pete said. "We had to replace the mother board and a couple of other modules. We even set it up for a joy stick, just in case you want to play games."
"I don't play computer games, so I don't know how to use that kind of joy stick," Susan said.
Pete let the comment slide. With so many women screaming about sexual harassment if a man lifted his eyebrow at the wrong time, he wasn't willing to take the chance. "We're usually more efficient."
"You mean it doesn't always take both of you to get the job done?" Susan said, giving them a slight smile.
The smile didn't mean anything to Jake. "That's what he means," he replied.
Susan enlarged her smile and licked her lips. "Too bad," she said softly. "I was hoping it did."
Pete snapped his tool case closed and set it on the floor, sure now that Susan wasn't trying to lead them into trouble. "Jake's a little slow sometimes. What kind of job did you have in mind that it will take both of us to do?"
"Do you know where the boardroom is?"
Pete nodded. "Sure, there must a dozen monitors in there that we have to maintain."
"Meet me there after the office closes, and I'll show you what I want done."
Jake finally caught on. "We'll be there," he said eagerly.
Pete punched Jake in the shoulder, and they behaved like two boys who had just pulled off a big prank as they left Susan's office.
It was too late in the afternoon to get into her work, and Susan killed time with busy-work. At five o'clock, she paid a visit to the ladies room.
Janine was at the sink, washing her hands. She looked up and gave Susan a big smile. "Hi, sweet cakes, what are you doing tonight?"
"I don't know about later, but right now I've got a couple of computer repairmen lined up to meet me in the boardroom. Want to share with me?" She would just as soon keep both guys for herself, but Janine was her best friend, not to mention lover when they didn't have dates, and she didn't feel right not giving her a chance to share in her good fortune.
"Well, how about that," Janine replied. "I've got two traveling salesmen lined up, and was going to ask you if you wanted to share with me."
"Bring them to the boardroom, and we'll have a ball with all four of them."
"Eight balls, to be exact," Janine laughed. "They offered to take me to dinner, but I don't see why we can't have dessert first. Give me a few minutes to round them up and explain the situation to them."
Susan patted Janine on the ass and said, "Honey, if you think I'm going to wait for you, you've got rocks in your head. Be sure to lock the door behind you when you come in."
Susan sashayed into the boardroom and gave Pete and Jake a big smile. "Glad you could make it," she said as she started shucking her clothes. "Get out of your clothes and let's get the show on the road. And take off your shoes and socks."
"You've been watching too many old sex movies," Pete laughed. "I always take off my shoes and socks, and I don't wear a mask."
Susan eyed their nude bodies openly and smiled. "Nice cocks." She sashayed across the room and sat on the end of the large, highly polished oak table. "My motor is running, who wants to put me in gear?"
"How about both of us at the same time?" Pete asked.
Pete pushed her back on the table and lifted her legs. Jake caught her and helped her lie back. Pete sucked her toes and Jake licked her ears and nibbled the lobes, and her passions began to escalate rapidly.
Her lust reached a higher plateau when Jake went after her nipples with his tongue and mouth. He held one of her jugs in each hand, pushed her nipples way out and gently nipped them, then held each fat bud lightly in his teeth as he strummed it with his tongue.
Pete's tongue left broad, wet trails up the inside of one thigh and down the inside of the other. He mixed little nibbles with his licks from her knees to her crotch, carefully avoiding her pussy.
"Stop teasing me and lick my pussy!" Susan wailed.
Jake got on the table and straddled Susan's head, facing her feet. He grasped her ankles and rolled her back, lifting her ass off the table and spreading her legs wide, laying open her pussy and ass-hole. She reached up, cupped his balls in her left hand and rolled them around gently. She grasped his prick with her right hand and pumped it slowly.
Pete caressed the back of her thighs and looked at her hairy crotch. Her pussy was elegant and beautifully formed, a vanilla 'clair filled with succulent cream, to be nibbled and sucked, inside and out, with long, thick lips that were pouting and swollen, begging to be kissed. Her pink clit was large and erect with passion, standing out from its hood and her slick lips, waiting for his fluttering tongue.
Pools of rich, tasty girl syrup waited for him within the palatable portals, and his mouth watered in anticipation of the feast. When he licked her succulent seam, she tasted peachy, just as he expected. Her juice filled his mouth and trickled down his chin as he lapped at her delicious quim.
Janine came into the boardroom, followed by Eddie and George. She locked the door and was out of her clothes before the men unbuckled their belts. She stuck her head between Susan's legs and rubbed her cheek against Pete's.
"Well, hello, angel," Pete said. "Where did you come from?"
"Heaven," Janine chuckled. "I'll help you give her a good licking while my guys get undressed."
"The party just got a hell of a lot better," Jake quipped.
Both heads fit easily between Susan's splayed legs, and she felt a tongue tickling her ass-hole and one licking her snatch, working its way up to her clit. She had never felt anything so incredible. She was soaring sky high, and ready to burst wide open.
Pete spread the lips of Susan's pussy with his fingers and Janine lavished attention on her pulsing clit as he licked her ass-hole. Janine took the big bud into her mouth, licked, sucked, and gently nipped the hard, sensitive love button. She slid two fingers into Susan's fiery passion pit and tickled her G-spot.
Susan moaned out loud and went positively berserk. The tongue on her super-sensitive clit, the fingers probing her boiling cunt, and the tongue washing her ass-hole warped her mind. She came furiously, releasing a flood of tasty girl cum.
"I'm cumming," she wailed, "somebody stick his cock in me!"
Janine grasped the thick stalk of Pete's cock and guided the knob to the opening of Susan's nether mouth.
Susan grunted and lifted her crotch, the phenomenon of the head of Pete's prick spreading the lips of her cunt apart enchanting, and her sheath circling his cock pure nirvana. He could feel the walls of her sex channel pulsing and contracting as he pushed slowly, forcing his lance further up her torrid sex tunnel.
Janine patted Pete on the ass and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "See you later, honey. I'd better get back to my guys before they lose patience and leave."
Jake pulled Susan's nipples so hard, she yelped. "I'm going to fuck your beautiful tits!" he whispered excitedly.
Pete stood up straight so he was out of the way as Jake straddled Susan's chest and laid his cock between her big, round melons. She put her hands on the outside of the globes and pushed them tightly around his thick shaft.
Susan wrapped her legs around Pete's waist and pulled his prick all the way into her cunt with her strong thigh muscles. She chuckled happily as he fucked her with long, hard, fast strokes and his swinging balls beat a tattoo on the cheeks of her ass.
She held her tits tightly around Jake's prick and her body bucked and twisted. He rode her chest, getting an added thrill from the frantic movements.
Her tongue circled her lips several times, the gesture totally lascivious and wanton. "Come on, you fuckers," she hissed, "give me your cum!"
She grimaced with pleasurable torment as Pete rammed his potent prick to the depths of her titillated twat again and again and Jake fucked her hot tits.
Pete increased the tempo of his fucking, slashing his cock in and out of her superheated sex channel. She was so wet, his cock made a loud squishing sound as it slid in and out. Her cunt was so tight and active, he couldn't resist her. He pounded her pussy furiously, and the cum rose in him, an irresistible force he could neither deny nor resist. His aching balls exploded and his prick pumped his love potion into her hungry gash in a gush.
Pete's hot cream spritzing into the deepest recesses of Susan's tight, sucking channel triggered her orgasm. She released her tits and grabbed Jake's cock. She jacked him swiftly and guided his prick around like a fire hose, making him shoot thick gobs of sticky goo all over her face, her tits and her chest, then stuck her tongue out and directed the last squirt into her mouth.
She tugged Jake forward and licked the head of his cock, muttering happily to herself. She barely touched the underside of his shaft with the tip of her tongue, sending shock waves of pleasure surging through him. His prick jerked up and down on her extended tongue.
She relished making love to a cock, loved to bedevil a guy so good-naturedly by rubbing the pulsating crown of his cock all over her face and letting it throb freely in front of her mouth. She covered Jake's knob with her mouth and sucked it noisily, licking it, twirling her tongue around the head, then taking it deep into her mouth.
"Jesus," Jake muttered, "you're going to make me cum again."
Janine went to her guys and threw her arms around Eddie's neck, crushed her lips to his and slid her tongue into his mouth. As her tongue probed his mouth, she scraped his nipples with the nails of one hand and pumped his prick with her other hand.
She turned to George and kissed him deeply, squirmed against him and opened her thighs and let his prick bump up against the lips of her sopping cunt as they exchanged tongues and bit each other's lips tenderly.
"My pussy is burning up," she whispered. "The only thing that will put out the fire is lots of cock."
"Well, I think Eddie and I can take care of that," George said.
Eddie said, "Show us where you want all this cock."
Janine backed away from them, tilted her head to one side and smiled like a coquette. She fluffed up the curls covering her full mound and rubbed her pussy as she sat on the large leather couch standing against the wall and opened her legs leisurely, flirtatiously. Her overgrown garden of pleasure was so wet it looked as if a heavy rainstorm had just passed over it.
"Wider," George said. "Show us some pink."
Janine spread her legs wider and felt the lips of her cunt separate. Juice gushed from her hole and saturated the hair along her slit. She put the tip of one finger in the top of her slit and tickled her clit.
Eddie and George watched her finger and licked their lips simultaneously.
Janine felt their excitement flash through the charged air. Two guys watching her display herself and play with her pussy turned her on even more. "Watching a girl play with her pussy excites you, too, doesn't it?"
"God, yes!" Eddie and George croaked in unison, staring at her gaping cunt, liquefied and enticing.
"Spread the lips wider," George said.
She stared at their cocks pulsing and bouncing up and down, entirely under their mastery. She got an overwhelming kick from exhibiting her most intimate treasure in such a raunchy fashion-felt positively unrestrained and depraved as she complied with their demands. She used just the tips of her fingers to carefully peel the lips of her cunt as far apart as they would go.
George and Eddie stared into the pink, hair-lined maw of her succulent cunt flesh. Their tongues hankered to take up perpetual residence in the inner sanctum she flaunted so lewdly to his greedy eyes.
"Play with your pussy," Eddie said. "Show us how you jack off."
The game was getting better and better. Eddie's words seared Janine's brain, made her obey willingly. She craved a good cum, longed to get herself off. For herself, for her two guys, for the whole fucking world! She stared directly into their eyes, pulled her legs up, let her knees fall to the sides and put the soles of her feet together, assuming the most provocative pose she could imagine. The middle and index fingers of her right hand captured her clit, the middle and second fingers of her left hand stole into her liquefied groove, and both hands began working together.
Her fingers made sexy, squishy sounds as they pumped in and out, and wriggled around in her glory hole. Her face flushed deeply, seethed with licentious lust as her fingers moved faster and faster. Her tits jiggled and danced the shimmy, and her hips oscillated in a rhythm as old as time itself, matching her finger-fucking.
"You like to watch me jack off, don't you?" she said softly, her voice guttural, strained with emotion. "Stroke your hard cocks, I'm ready to cum for you."
Both men hefted their pricks and stroked them slowly.
Janine smiled and frigged her love button faster as she finger-fucked herself vigorously with her left hand, pulling her fingers all the way and shoving them back in as hard as she could. The thought of their big cocks crammed up her cunt pushed her passions higher.
"Watch me, I'm going to cum now," she announced hoarsely. "It's here! My cum is here! I'm cumming for you!" Her body shook, her eyes rolled back in her head. She lost control, writhed and bounced spastically on the couch.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
George dropped to his knees, stuck his head between Janine's legs and covered her sopping cunt with his mouth. A tongue in her twat just felt so damn good! She pressed her thighs lightly against his head and tilted her cunt, and nearly came the moment his tongue touched her clit.
Eddie knelt on the couch by Janine and pulled her head around. His cock stuck straight out in full erection, nodding its head, gesturing to her, tormenting her. Her body, her brain, were aflame with lust as she took his cock in her hand, looked up at him, and smiled.
"I think he wants a big loving kiss," she whispered.
"He sure does!" Eddie agreed.
She snickered and licked the pearly drop from the wet slit, and the sap stimulated her taste buds. She loved to suck a juicy cock, as much as she loved to suck a succulent snatch.
"Well, I certainly don't want to disappoint the little fellow," she teased.
She closed her lips around the bloated knob and reached up between his legs to cuddle and caress his heavy balls. The coarse hair tickled her palm as she lustily sucked the fleshly bulb and stroked the shaft with her other hand.
"Damn, your mouth feels great!" Eddie moaned. "You're a fantastic cocksucker."
Janine shivered with pride. She was a good cocksucker, had known exactly what to do the first time she let a guy stick his cock in her mouth. Eddie's cock thrilled her, felt like it belonged in her mouth. Which was only to be expected, all cocks felt like they belonged in her mouth.
Her lips coasted down the shaft until the knob nudged the opening of her throat. She swallowed hard and let the tip ease into her gullet. She pulled back, kept just the head in her mouth, put her hands on his tight little buns, and pulled.
Eddie caught on immediately and started fucking her mouth, pushing his prick in until the knob knocked at her throat, and then pulling back out until the head reached her tightly clinging lips.
George ate Janine out good, sucking and nibbling on her clit, licking her slit from top to bottom, and jabbing his pointed tongue into her syrupy hole. She let her mind wallow in the fabulous feelings from her cunt and gobbled Eddie's cock with gusto until lusty feelings deluged her mind, and she started cumming. She dug her spike heels into the carpet and hunched against George's mouth until her orgasm slacked off, then sighed and let her legs fall open, freeing his head.
She let Eddie fuck her mouth until she heard him groaning noisily and knew he had reached the moment of crisis, then pulled her head back quickly.
"Oh, fuck, baby, I'm about to cum!" he cried. "Don't stop now!"
Janine clutched his shaft in her tight fist and jerked recklessly, and his pulsing prick began spurting furiously. She closed her eyes and let his warm jizz splatter all over her.
"Damn, baby, that feels so fucking good," he groaned.
She opened her eyes, smiled, and milked the last drop of hot cream from his cock. She had cum was all over her face, several large gobs on her tits and a big drop clinging to her upper lip.
Her tongue curled out of her open mouth, gathered up the drop, and disappeared back inside. She closed her mouth, swallowed and licked her lips. She wiped up as much as she could with her fingers and licked them clean. She looked at him and smiled.
"You sure made a mess."
"Yeah," Eddie replied with a big grin, "but it's your fault."
Janine giggled. "I like it."
George picked Janine up and sat on the couch with her on his lap. She grabbed his dick and stuffed the head into her cunt. She got her feet under her and squatted over his loins and sat down slowly, burying his throbbing rod in her slick sheath. His cock slid easily into her pulsating hole, inch by hard inch. The pleasure was so acute, she could barely stand it. She arched her back like a big cat and suddenly let her ass drop, taking his prick all the way to the balls, then began heaving her ass up and down, fucking herself on his shaft, riding it from tip to root. His prick felt so alive inside her. She felt it swell and stiffen, filling her narrow channel.
George let her take full control the action, watching with lusty eyes as her tits bounced and banged together as she fucked faster and faster, riding his prick the way a jockey rides a race horse.
He put one hand in her crotch and fingered her clit and pulled at her nipples with his other hand. Her face turned crimson with passion and exertion, she bit her lower lip, then opened her mouth and screamed as she started cumming again.
As her orgasm increased in strength, the fury of her fucking quickened. Her ass flashed up and down wildly as she propelled her cunt from the bottom to the tip of his mighty love spear. Her strong legs rippled with the effort, and the sturdy muscles in her cunt squeezed and relaxed rhythmically, milking his cock.
She was going to cum again. His thrusting cock was like a riding crop on a thoroughbred's ass, goading her toward the finish line. His powerful, plundering prick filled her, thrilled her, possessed her. When she reached the peak of her orgasm, the muscles got so tight he thought she might strip the skin off his prick.
When his cock erupted, the feeling nearly turned her inside out. And she was still bursting at the seams. It felt so fucking good, it almost hurt. Her fun gun switched to automatic, fired rapidly again and again.
Her blistering tempo slowed as her orgasm slacked off, and she leaned against his chest.
"You guys are pretty good," she gasped. "Let's do it again."
"Fucking you is great," George said. "You're one horny little broad."
She liked being a horny little broad. With men and women. She would rather fuck than eat, and what a delightful way to diet! "How long before your cock is hard again?"
"Long enough for us to have a little fun with each other," Susan said as she pulled Janine off George's lap and down to the floor with her.
The on-off switch in Janine's mind flicked on again. Going one-on-one with another girl appealed to her. Doing it with four horny guys watching was going to be even more exciting. She rolled on top of Susan and they kissed passionately. Rubbing her naked body against another woman's was like throwing gasoline on a fire.
"Feeling your tits and mound pressing against me is indescribable," Susan said as she cupped the cheeks of Janine's ass and rubbed their mounds together.
"All right!" Janine exclaimed.
Janine smiled sexily and put her hard nipples on top of Susan's, curved her lower body inward and pressed their cunts together. Looking into Susan's eyes and smiling, she slowly ground her ass around, rubbing their hairy mounds together.
Susan pulled up on Janine's ass and muttered, "Oooooo, that feels good." She arched her cunt up, trying to make better contact.
"Eat each other out," Pete said as he and Jake joined Eddie and George on the couch.
"Don't pay any attention to them," Susan said, "until they're ready to do us some good again."
Janine ground harder against Susan and shuddered from the electrifying embrace. Fiery passion roared through her body. "Do you want to cum?"
"You know damn well I do!" Susan hissed. Janine got on her knees between Susan's legs and caressed her plump, moss-covered pussy mound. Susan spread her legs and whimpered softly as Janine pushed the middle finger of her right hand into her aroused, wet hole.
"Aaaa, how beautiful, darling," Janine whispered when she felt the slickness in Susan's honey pot. She added another finger and finger-fucked her briskly as she rubbed Susan's clit with the middle finger of her other hand.
Susan spread her legs wider, bent her knees slightly, and humped her ass as Janine fingered her hot cleft. "Oh, fuck!" she cried. "Get my clit, darling, get my clit! Oh, yes, baby, yes! Ohhhhh, it feels so good! I'm going to cum, darling!"
Janine jammed her fingers in and out harder and rubbed Susan's clitty faster. "Let it go, darling, let it go! I like to watch you cum."
"So do we," Pete said.
Susan's clit tingled with such sweet agony. Her nipples became hard points that threatened to burst. Her clit erected fully, shot hot thrills through her belly, and she knew her sex gun was going to fire. Her feverish cunt exploded turbulently. Her body twisted and twitched and jerked in all directions at once. Her ass went back and forth, around and around, and up and down.
Janine pulled her fingers from Susan's cunt, stuck them in her mouth and sucked them clean, then turned around and knelt over Susan. She lifted Susan's legs, spread them very wide apart and held them under her arms as she licked her snatch from end to end, her head going up and down, her tongue extended to its maximum length and pressed into a broad, flat surface.
The four guys whooped with delight as Susan pulled Janine's ass down and went after her pussy with gusto. Janine's broad tongue felt like a river of molten fire in her crotch, spreading flames of delight from her loins to every nerve ending in her body. She stiffened her tongue and probed Janine's tender pussy, Janine's body jerked and shivered, and she wiggled her tongue deeper into the tight tunnel.
Susan and Janine drove each other into paroxysms of pleasure with flashing tongues and were ready to pop their corks again when Pete pulled them apart. He picked Janine up and set her on the conference table, went to his knees and started licking her pussy.
"Hey, that looks like the right idea," Eddie said. He picked Susan up and laid her on the table by Janine, went to his knees and started licking her pussy.
Janine lay back, put her legs over Pete's shoulders and hunched her snatch at his mouth. Susan reached over with her right hand and played with one of Janine's big tits. Janine fondled one of Susan's tits and rolled her head to the side.
"Kiss me, darling, I'm going to cum," Janine said softly.
"Yeah, me, too," Susan replied.
They kissed and swapped tongues and bucked as their orgasms washed over them.
"Hey, what about us?" George said.
Susan lifted her head and grinned. "All of you take turns eating us out," she replied. "Go down the line, like a round-robin, until each one has made us cum at least once."
"And then what?" Jake said. "Eating pussy always makes my cock hard."
"That's the way we like them, honey," Janine said. "After you eat us out, you can take turns fucking us."
"And don't worry if you cum right away," Susan said. "We'll stay right here and let you fuck us until everybody's balls are dry."
"Now, this is what I call a party," George said. "Slide over one, Pete, and let me have a taste of Janine's pretty pussy."
Before Pete could move, Janine grabbed his head, moaned out loud and began to hump and twist tumultuously and Susan could feel the tremors in her tit as she came. She knew how Janine felt. She was right on the verge of popping, then a bolt of lightning hit her clit and she joined Janine in paradise.
Pete moved over to Susan and George took his place between Janine's legs. Eddie got in line behind Jake and waited his turn at Janine's pussy.
The instant Pete's tongue hit Susan's clit, she started cumming, and George brought Janine off with a roar.
Both girls came without pause as the men went down the line, licking clit furiously, spurred to greater effort by the girls' whimpers, moans and squeals.
Susan had intended to keep track of who was eating her pussy, but she was cumming so hard she couldn't. She only knew she had never felt so good, had never enjoyed anything so much in her life.
"My tongue is tired," Pete said. "Time to wear out my cock." He stuffed his cock in Janine's pussy and slammed it home. "Yeah, that's much better."
Jake grabbed Susan's legs, lifted them in the air and pronged her hard enough to knock her across the highly polished table. He dragged her back and fucked her rapidly. "You got that right," he said. "I've got to figure out how to rig it so I get all the service calls for this place."
"If you can't, I'll give you my home telephone number," Susan said.
"Hell, I thought you were going to give it to all of us anyway," Eddie laughed.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Lyle Wagner took his usual morning stroll through the office, noting the hum of activity and happy smiles of his employees. Rumors floated around the company that he ran an office for sex, not business, but he didn't care. They got the job done and had fun while doing it.
