GREEN EYES

Why Blondes Ia

Why Blondes 1a

Bea and David are both what you’d call “long drinks of water.” Tall and lanky, they look like a track team or basketball players. Bea has blonde hair with a hint of auburn, long arms and legs, and thanks to her daily aerobics at the Y, she maintained a trim tummy and buns. David has salt and pepper hair cut short, solid but not bulky at 6 ‘ 2”, 210 pounds.

Bea’s beautiful eyes dominate her face. She also has a prominent nose, proving the hypothesis that snouted women are rutters at heart, and their asses are the finest of the fine. But it was her eyes that attracted him in the elevator. David scanned the carload and passed over a pair of smiling, naughty eyes that caught his. After completing his scan, David’s gaze returned to the smiling eyes and got his first look at Bea. He returned her smile, and her expression changed behind the smiling eyes. It was no less friendly, yet more familiar.

David stepped off the elevator onto his floor and strode back into his office. Three messages waited on his return from lunch, none of a critical nature. Looking out the window over the river that wound through the city, David considered his next move of the day. He had two meetings this afternoon, bound to be short ones, and these messages to return… With a little luck, he could finish these tasks and leave about 3:30 for a quick round of golf over…there. His gaze shifted over the rooftops to the woods two miles away, where the camouflaged links waited.

Just before two P.M. David left his first meeting to powder his nose. He meandered through the cubicle farm that was his department toward the elevator lobby and restroom. His staff were in various meetings regularly scheduled this time each week. As he His mind wandered back to that pair of eyes in the elevator. They were simply smouldering, and he idly imagined the body package that must come with those voracious peepers as he turned the corner toward the elevator lobby and restrooms.

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Bea hurried to the elevator lobby going up. She had a meeting with the Secretary of State’s office over business license transactions in half an hour. Safely inside, she returned to her pre-meeting routine of total relaxation. In the back of the car she watched the people get on and off and let her imagination run free.

On the 14^th floor, a man got on and pushed the floor above her appointment. He was tall and dark, with curly black eyebrows and cropped salt and pepper hair. Her mind immediately considered the possibilities. She watched him scan the elevator passengers – being six foot tall herself, she could see him land on each rider, move on if their heads were down and smile warmly if acknowledged. Bea was immediately aroused. The warmth of his smile was deep. A happy man, she thought and turned her mind inward.

As she did so, his brown eyes flickered over hers and his smile changed. A curiosity extended that smile. He looked right into my eyes, Bea thought. Is he grazing? How interesting…

He continued to scan the crowded elevator before resting his gaze upon her again. He gently acknowledged her smiling at him and seemed about to say something. But his floor was here, the door was open, and he was gone.. Bea looked shocked a moment, then the doors closed and up she went to the top floor offices of the Secretary of State.

Her meetings on behalf of her employer went well and quickly. Documents agreed to and signed, promises made, handshakes all around, and she was out the door about 1:45. She massively needed to pee and to break down the meeting and get out of the corporate mood. She headed toward the elevator lobby and restrooms, but as she passed the glass walls of the Secretary’s office she saw the stairs. Looking back, she saw no one from the office in view. She opened the door and darted onto the platform.

Bea stopped and looked back. As the door swung slowly shut, she checked it to make sure it would not lock her in the stairwell. She set her stuff down and leaned against the wall. A couple of deep breathes brought life back to her cheeks and she started to relax. She headed down the stairs, debriefing herself as she went, and by the time she’d reached the next floor down, she was done with the business , well satisfied that things had gone as planned. She headed to the ladies’ room and performed her ablutions. She reflected on where she was. Why had she done that? That man, in the back of her mind throughout the proceedings, was down here somewhere.

She checked the time. Five minutes of two. She walked slowly out to the elevator lobby, listening, almost willing footsteps to echo in the marble hall. She walked toward the elevators. Quick little footsteps echoed form the office doorway behind her. She did not bother to turn around, and the footsteps faded into the ladies room. She went to an elevator and contemplated the button. The lobby was quiet except for a faint tinkle from the little footsteps in the ladies’ room. She closed her eyes and visualized that man walking out of the office. She imagined him walking out of the men’s room, and for some reason his dick was still dangling out of his pants, shaking the pee off of the tip.

This image brought a smile, and she opened her eyes to make sure she was not being observed. Her bag and book were getting heavy, and she began to rationalize her leaving. Bea decided to make one more round of the lobby, walking in measured paces. She imagined seeing through the walls to the busy work areas and offices and finding him at his desk. Overlooking the river over there, she thought as she looked in the direction of the river.

She started around the elevator lobby, heading back to her staring point here, at which time she’d press the button and head down…if, that is, he did not magically appear around one of these corners. Which one? Oh, that one, she thought as she approached the corner opposite her elevator button. She approached it with expectations turning to ashes until she heard steps coming out of that corner.

She stepped livelier up to the corner, cut in close to the wall, then stepped out. And stood directly in front of the man. He was not shocked or stunned, but he was looking into her eyes with a mirth that sent electricity through Bea’s spine. She reddened a little, and he averted his gaze, taking the opportunity to look over Bea’s form from head to toe. She smiled.

“I was hoping I’d find you,” she said. “You may think this is presumptuous of me,” (GOD! Do I really sound like that?) “but I thought I noticed a connection between us in the elevator before. I know I felt it.”

“Hi,” He replied, I was just thinking about you. I felt it myself. I thought I’d never see you again, and have to spend my lunch hours in fruitless waiting in the main lobby downstairs to see you in the crowd.”

Who IS this guy?!? Thought Bea, as she decided to go for broke. She stepped in closer to him. “Now that you’ve magically appeared and found me again, what are you going to do with me?”

For the first time he looked surprised. “Well. What can I do with you?”

“Anything you want.”

He smiled a cunning hunter’s smile and said “I can be demanding Miss, uh, miss…”

“Bea. And Bea does head.” Said Bea, searching his eyes for signs of his reaction.

“David. Pleased to meet you, Bea,” he said as he slowly reached out his hand to shake hers. She looked at his hand and took it, moving in close to David and brushing his crotch with their clasped hands. He reached his other hand up and found the opening in her blouse. Reaching in one finger to her breast between the buttons and under her bra, he grasped her nipple and pinched the little berry between his thumb and intrusive finger.

Their clasped hands were rummaging over their bodies, and another pass over his crotch showed he was becoming aroused. She released his hand and grasped his stiffening cock through his pants. He grimaced as she pulled on him, her eyes locked on his. He pinched her nipple harder, which made Bea snarl and twist, then laugh. She started to drop down, her eyes watching his as she lowered herself down almost to her knees. She shifted her gaze to her hand stroking his now-stiff cock through his suit pants. Her lips parted and she opened her mouth and mimicked giving him a blow job, her head moving forth and back as she slowly closed her eyes.

A crash in the next hall brought them back to reality, and lifting her up to her feet, he kissed her mouth. Her tongue shot out of her mouth into his, and he bit down on it playfully. She released his cock and backed off a step. Just then, one of his staff came around the corner seeking him. He excused himself, asking Bea to wait a moment. This she did eagerly, watching him interact with the staffer in silence.

Bea the brazen wanton! She thought, taking a mental inventory of her appearance. His hand had slipped out of her blouse easily after releasing her breast and the only sign of his intrusion was her burning flesh where he had touched her. His erection, she saw, was still present, and he turned away from the co-worker attempting to hide it. The co-worker left and they were alone again. He shifted his erection a bit, and turned to her.

“You definitely need immediate attention. Where are you going from here?” He asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe home to take care of myself.” Answered Bea, and she placed her hand over her privates with her middle finger pressing between her legs. “Unless you have a better idea.”

“David pondered. “I have two things to take care of before I can go,” he said, “Come into my office and wait for me. I’ll be quick now so I can take my time with you.”

“OK,” agreed Bea. Her smiling eyes ran over his body, and she stood waiting for him to show her the way.

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David took her back to his office and excused himself again. He never had made it to the men’s room. As he walked back to the elevator lobby and restrooms, he peeked cautiously around the corner, as if expecting another collision.

At the urinal, he took his half-high dick in his hand and shook it. It immediately rose up again, making it difficult to release his urine. A minute of thinking about baseball and he was able to release his stream. He imagined an orgasm of this intensity, where his cock spewed semen in a constant stream. Looks like it could be in her mouth, he thought, and liked the idea. And she likes it rough!?! As he left for his last meeting, he smiled wanly, deciding that golf could wait.

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Bea relaxed, waiting for David to return to his office. Her chair faced the window, and she looked out over the river to north Nashville and the horizon. She’d dropped her stuff just inside David’s office door and sat right down. After a time she moved to a chair closer to the window, and sat up to watch the river below. She craned her neck to the right and saw the woods near her house by the golf course. The second fairway lay outside her bedroom window, just down from the short 3 of the first hole.

Now what? Bea asked herself with a start. He certainly doesn’t seem like a weirdo, but of course I am one to talk. Aping the tongue massage in the elevator lobby! She almost giggled. And he was very responsive. Amazing. Nice size on him. She knew she wouldn’t choke while showing him some deep throat to curl his toes. Maybe she’ll swallow his jism, something she usually didn’t like to do. She left into a reverie that prominently featured his cock and her ass.

Coming down from a steamy daydream, Bea stood up and walked toward the door. It opened in front of her and there he was. David looked toward her things and back at her. “Ready?” She nodded and he picked up her bag and book. He was careful coming up with the weight, favoring his back but securing the gear as he stood up. “Pick up my book on the desk please,” he asked, nodding toward the leather case day planner within her reach. She cradled it in her breast and walked out of the office.

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David nodded to several people and spoke briefly with the receptionist to contact him via cel phone if necessary this afternoon. Tina chimed “have a nice round” as he headed out to the lobby behind Bea, who had gone on ahead. He came around the corner and acknowledged several people in the now crowded lobby. Someone had pushed the down button. The elevator came, and David stepped in behind Bea and Luis Blanchard, an accountant David knew from the office. Luis was looking Bea over, kind of funny to think about it as she stood taller than he. She wore a fairly modest length business suit of agreeable blue-gray and a silk blouse.

David knew it was silk, he had felt the blouse in his hand and penetrated it to touch the softer flesh it contained. She moved in closer to him innocently as more people crowded the elevator. After another stop the packed humanity had pressed her against him, and she settled against him with more pressure than absolutely necessary, while he increased the pressure of their touch by leaning forward against her rear. He felt something else, and she did, and a brief glance revealed Luis copping a feel of Bea’s thigh to David’s left. Luis sensed David’s leg and withdrew. The elevator opened on a floor, and Luis fought his way through the crowd and off the car.

David could not see Bea smiling, but he could feel her rear end move slightly against his thighs. The car continued to empty as they went down and the pressure eased. Bea moved away demurely and they rode in silence. Once off the elevator, he headed to a side hall and Bea followed. He stopped and said, “Where is your place? I have a car in the garage here. Can I give you a lift?” It was more of a statement than question though, and Bea saw right away that he meant business. It thrilled and shocked her to think of what was in store. She nodded and followed him, head down in thought.

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He gathered her to him in the garage elevator, and stooped to kiss her lips. She put her arms inside his jacket and around his back. He was solid but not bulky, and she buried her face in his shirt and pushed under his tie to inhale the scent of his chest. He smelled clean with a hint of fresh sweat, and Bea silently congratulated herself for that. She nosed into the seam of his shirt and deftly unbuttoned one button with her teeth and tongue. She pulled the button before releasing it with a “pop!” and looked up at him. His eyes revealed amazement and fire. She saw the smouldering lust borne in his brown eyes and fed it with her own flame. She released him as the elevator stopped and they stepped out into the garage. A short walk took them to a Dodge minivan, and his keyless entry button lit the interior. He opened the side door, revealing open space with a bench seat in back and two captain’s chairs in front. Gear lay on the floor, a small golf bag, some lights, and a camera sack. Clothing hung on a bar in the rear.

When he suggested she get in this way, she climbed up into the van and wriggled into the front passenger seat. He put her gear in the back, closed the door, and climbed into the driver’s seat. As he started it up and they buckled in, Bea looked around. The dash had a nice “toupee” with Velcro strips holding notepads, a pack of cigarettes, and a coffee cup. Oh, no, a smoker! Thought Bea, surprised since that she hadn’t smelled the weed on him so far. Oh, well, if he wants to light up I’ll tell him I’m allergic to the smoke, even if it is true.

They pulled out onto the street, and he headed down the hill to the east. David looked over at her and found her gazing at him. He started to ask where they were going but she placed her fingers to her lips to shush him. She moved to face him in her seat and reached over to caress and hug his waist. He was solid, all right, and heavy enough to crush the air out of her chest as she liked it. She marveled that he was going in the right direction, though he only knew he was headed for the golf course as though it was hard-wired in his behavior.

Bea waited to say something until he was off course, but David headed relentlessly toward her house. When he turned his right blinker on to turn into the club house, she reached over and turned it off and pointed ahead to the next right turn. Six hundred yards farther down the lane,,, he turned right and looked around. She directed him into the first driveway as she pulled out an electronic device that proved to be a garage door opener. He pulled around the side of the house. The garage door went up as the garage came into view. He entered the garage and the door closed behind him. He stopped the car and looked Bea over as she put her device back in her bag.

She looked up at him from beneath her eyelids and slowly grew a smile full of white teeth and promise. David reached over and gently grasped her neck, drawing her close to him. He held her head securely as he smelled her neck and hair and throat. He rubbed his lips lightly along the rim of her ear, and her nipples became rigid and achy and she moaned. She fought against his hand to reach up and kiss him on the lips, which tasted of mint and man. She pushed him back playfully and turned to leave the car. She pulled the handle, but nothing happened. He looked smug when she looked at him in mock suspicion. He reached back and pressed the unlock button. She opened the door and leapt out. She walked to the inner door while David retrieved her gear.

David followed Bea into the house up a half flight of stairs into the kitchen. He pursued her after dropping her shoulder bag and briefcase, but she fled toward the back of the house, back down a half flight of stairs, and up a hallway to her bedroom. It was large, with a bigger-than-king bed against the window and a smaller futon against an inner wall. Windows covered the entire wall and looked out over the second fairway fifty yards short of the landing area. Thin curtains covered the windows, a mighty meager impediment to prying eyes, thought David. Bea disappeared into the bathroom and David heard water running.

She strode out of the bathroom drying her hands and asked, “How do you like it?”

“In your mouth, for starters,” he winked, and she knitted her brows at him. “I meant the bedroom, you lout.”

“I know what you meant, my sweet, and I was only answering honestly. I love this place, however. It is awesome and you are its crowning jewel.” He shed his jacket and shoes, and she did likewise, placing her jewelry on the dressing table. David took off his belt and doubled it up. He moved toward her and lay the edge of the leather belt atop her shoulder. He drew it down across her chest, drawing a shudder as it tripped over her nipple. He swung the belt on through past her with his left hand and drew her to him with a hug in his right arm. Bea turned to him and began to unbutton and zip his pants. He reached around to her back and released the buttons of her blouse with what seemed to him a simple touch. It fell away from her back and he moved to work her bra clasp off.

Bea knelt down to pull his pants off, and David stepped out of them as he unclipped her bra strap. She stayed down and unbuttoned her sleeves, then left the blouse and bra on the floor as she straightened up. Her breasts were on the small side, and David imagined devouring an entire breast in his mouth at once. Her nipples were hard little berries that stood out from her creamy chest beckoning his tongue and teeth. He approached them, staring fixedly as he got closer, and finally fell on one with mouth open. He gripped the soft flesh of her breast with his teeth, careful to not mark the skin, and searched out the nipple with is tongue, which on finding it pillaged and tormented the berry until Bea was pulling on his short hair to make him stop. He popped his lips off of the tit and faced her. She jerked toward him and gasped, then came down on his neck with her teeth and nipped him.

David yelped “Ouch!” and pulled her away from him. Her short hair flew across her face, and she looked like she had on a blindfold. She tried to keep her lips sealed but her laughter bubbled up through the lips, exposing her even white teeth. She tried to pull away, and when he held on she pulled him with her to the bathroom. He followed, finding a thickly carpeted bathroom with a nice whirlpool bath filling. Large White towels hung on the walls around, and a floor to ceiling mirror graced the outside wall.

David helped Bea shed her skirt, then her panty hose. She stood before him in only her panties, almost a thong that revealed much of her ass but no pubic hair. She obviously shaved. David shook his head and considered the situation. He must be dreaming, and he hoped that in dreaming this he would not have a hard-on that Jeanine the QC witch would see. In the meantime, he wanted to take full advantage of this fate. His shirt and tie came off, then his socks, and finally his boxers as he followed Bea into the whirlpool. It was made for two and no more, and he cuddled against Bea head to foot in the warm and fragrant water, his arms wrapping her up. He kissed her, squeezing her to him and plunging his tongue into her mouth. He touched on every part of her mouth, running his tongue along her teeth top and bottom, then around the inside of her lips and cheeks. She sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, and he sought her throat with the tip.

David’s arms pinned Her arms against her, and Bea could only reach down, toward his cock. Her hand found it and moved to untangle his balls from between his legs, then grasped his cock tightly. He was already responding, popping a boner while she milked his tongue, sucking on it like a soft pink dick. David released her and she got a better grip on him. He reached around her toward her crotch and cupped one of her buns in his hand, his thumb against her crack and reaching around close to her asshole. They sat opposite each other, one hand on the other’s sex and mouths locked in steaming breathless embrace.

The heated water was driving away the last memories of the world outside. For ten minutes the lovers sat in the water, touching and exploring one another thoroughly. His hand supporting her behind moved to open the lips covering her cunt. At the same time, he thumbed the bud of her asshole. Bea reciprocated by pulling and bending his now rock-hard member while sucking his tongue into her throat.

Oh, how she wanted to suck on his cock! But more than that, she wanted to be eaten herself. If she sucked him off first, he’d be absolutely no good the rest of the day, and she wanted him to be good. She ducked her head under the water and found his cock in her hand. She rubbed her lips along the shaft and blew bubbles over it. David responded by putting his hand on top of her head and holding her down in the water. She opened her mouth and bit him gently on the head and he let her up.

She came up spitting, spewing a whole mouthful of water onto his face and chest. She leaped out of the tub, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and sat down at her dressing table. She stared back at him, her legs all akimbo and hanging out of the towel from the hips. David looked her over, settling his gaze on the vee between her legs. She opened her legs up a little, and he licked his lips. Liking that reaction, she spread her legs a bit wider and showed off her cleanly shaved mons, with pink lips peeking out beneath.

David spilled out of the tub, sloshing water on the floor, and slid along the floor to her feet. She pulled her towel off and draped it over him. She rubbed vigorously on his back and arms, and slid the towel down where it soaked up some of the water on his stomach and legs. He was oblivious to the towel however, his gaze and his hands closely examining the entrance to her pussy. She spread her legs wide apart now, and he saw in front of him a choice berry, pink, moist, and fragrant. He gripped the bottom of her thighs with both hands and pulled her to him, moving her ass slightly off the chair. He leaned in, stuck his nose into her snatch, and inhaled. The perfume of her womanhood was intoxicating, and he felt an urge to dive deep into that pussy and eat it out before he fucked her six ways from Sunday.

Bea held his head in her hands, wanting to slam his face into her crotch but not wanting to seem too anxious. He solved her problem though, by burying his head against her mons and manipulating her to lean back in the chair. This left her vagina open to his approach, and he went at it with passion and purpose. He opened her up with his nose, moving up and down in her slit until moisture burst her lips open. He then stuck out his tongue and licked the inner rim of her lips. She gasped and clutched his head, pulling his hair and pressing his face against her crotch. He continued to tongue around her hole, rimming it now, and then probing inside where her lust honey was thick and rich. She began to buck a little, pulling on his head and ears as he began to suck the hole and press his tongue in stiff and demanding. She nearly stood up with that, and he pulled her on up and over on top of him, David on his back and Bea straddling his face while holding his head firmly between her thighs. He reached around her back and pressed her ass closer to him, further mashing her cunt into his mouth.

David’s top teeth gripped Bea’s mons and his jaw massaged her opening as his tongue lashed her inner walls again and again. She was arching and jerking, and he had to settle her down in order to finish her off without hurting her or breaking a tooth. He reached his hand into the crack of Bea’s ass, and surprised by the moisture he found there, continued to press inward until he found her asshole. He moved his hand down further and found his jaw and tongue all around her cunt. He withdrew his head a moment and thrust a finger into each of her holes. She jerked up, and David scrambled out from under her. Using his fingers buried in her, he moved her, moaning, onto her back on the floor in front of him. He lay face down between her legs, up against her crotch but this time with his fingers also holding onto her.

He leaned in again and found her clit. He began to kiss and massage it with his tongue, slowly at first, and she ground against his face and fingers as she groaned and growled in her new position. He began to move his finger inside her tight little cunt, making circular movements that brought his hand in contact with his mouth and with her clitoris. She started to yell, screaming that she was coming. She leaned up on one elbow and breathlessly said, “Oh, baby, let me finish myself if you want.” He shoved her back down on the floor and began to suck her pussy in earnest. He rubbed his face all over her slit, picking up juices and penetrating her with nose and tongue, while his cunt finger swirled and his ass finger shoved deeper into her.

He sucked and pulled on her cunt lips and clit, and Bea was mumbling and crying as she gently held his head in place. He broke through at last, and as he began pulling his finger out of her ass to penetrate her again, she came. She spewed and gasped and cried and screamed and bucked, but he held her tight and finished her, the juices from her orgasm spewing over his face and hands as her orgasm kept growing and exploding inside her. She had wrapped her legs around his neck when she started to come, and she gripped his head tightly in place with thighs and hands while she rode him to a stupefying climax.

When Bea relaxed her thigh grip on his neck enough, he pulled her legs apart and rose up on his hands and knees. He surveyed his work so far. Bea was lying on the floor, splay-legged and head back, her crotch and inner thighs spattered with her orgasm. He touched her steaming cunt, but she didn’t move, merely exhaled a moan. He covered her with a towel and looked around. The whirlpool was still running, so he crawled back and slipped into it. He submerged his whole body and rubbed his face to remove some of the mess that she had left there in her orgasmic throes. He surfaced and lay back against the wall and looked at her limp form on the floor. She had rolled over, dragging the towel with her, and it no longer covered her bottom. Both cheeks were peeking out from under the towel on the white carpet. He grinned as he thought of what he would do to those buns in short order.

He leaned forward, refining his view of her ass, and watched her until she stirred and sat up. The towel now covered her ass and pubic area completely. She looked over at him in the tub, then tried to crawl toward him. He rose from the tub and bent to pick her up. She must have thought he was coming to ram his dick down her throat, and she held up her hand and said, “wait just a couple of minutes, lover.”

David laughed and helped her up. He led her to the tub and helped her sit down. Soon the warm water was acting like a sleeping pill, and Bea knew that she would have to get out quickly or nod. She smiled at him and said, “Come on over to the bed, lover, and let me show you something.” They rose from the tub and toweled each other off, he paying particular attention to her breasts and ass, while she made amply sure that his penis and scrotum was not longer wet. The former she grasped and led him to the bed. She then changed direction and led him to a low love seat by the outside windows. She sat him down and then knelt in front of him. This was it.

He sat down and leaned back. Bea looked up at him with a teasing smile and reached for his dick. It was again rising to attention, and she gripped it in her hand and stroked it softly. :It’s soo biigg,” she whispered to herself as she stroked it. David sat up in the chair and leaned over to kiss her. His arms went around her back and pulled her closer. She returned his kisses and put one arm around his neck. The other continued to hold and masterfully stroke his aching hard-on.

Bea released his lips and looked the dick over, and decided to attack directly. She pulled herself down to it and sank the head into her mouth. She closed on it with lips and teeth and tongue, holding the shaft with one both hand while with the other she clung to his hip. She pumped the cock in and out of her mouth now, a little deeper each time, while keeping time with the rhythm of her hand stroking his shaft and caressing the sack of his balls. David leaned forward again, allowing Bea to take more of his hardness into her mouth. He held her head in his hands and contentedly followed her up and down motion as she worked. He caressed her throat as she sucked, feeling her gulping and swallowing as she worked him over. Her mouth released his head before her lips and tongue cut a path down the front of his erect shaft, clear to the balls where she sucked and massaged his scrotum in her hunger.

Her hand continually stroked him while the other reached around his waist. She cozied up to him, sitting sidesaddle on the floor between his legs. Her free hand cupped his balls and long fingers wrapped around his root and shaft. She idly licked his head while massaging his entire sex organ with her free hand. The other hands dug its way to his buns and pressed into the crack, cupping the muscle like a man holds a copious and meaty breast. She was literally force feeding him into her mouth and body.

David had never felt anything like it. She was not just sucking his cock, but was making love to his entire body with all she had. She paused from her work and looked up at him and he grasped her face and brought it to his lips. Her mouth was all salty and bruised from the beating she took from his hardness. He sloppily deep-throated her mouth, shoving his tongue as far in as he could while she happily and hungrily gobbled his tongue while rubbing his erection against her breasts.

David’s ardor rose in rhythm of their kissing and rubbing. He broke the oral embrace and slowly but forcefully guided her head down to his raging cock, which she promptly devoured under his direction. Her back hand pressed his ass toward her and her free hand seemed to want to pull his dick into her throat. His balls began to ache but the intensity of her program was suddenly interfering with his pleasure. He slowed her down with firm control of her head and sat down on the rear hand, pinning it beneath him.

He pulled her face to his and kissed her. “Let’s try a different position,” he said and rose from the loveseat. He bade her lie across it, and he knelt before her, erect and glistening. Her head on the low arm of the love seat, she was at the perfect height to field his cock. David held his rod as he moved in toward her face. He put his left hand on top of Bea’s head, holding it firmly in place. With his right hand, he caressed and then forced open her jaw, maneuvering his cock into position. She realized, He‘s going to fuck my face! and twisted into a more convenient position to take advantage of his assaults.

David paused with his dick at her lips. He rubbed the head against those lips, and they opened magically to permit his entry. He leaned forward and Bea began to engulf his entire member in her mouth. She began sucking on it, pressing her tongue against the shaft and massaging away. David held her head and pressed home with his hardness, and finally hit bottom. Bea was filled with man-cock and could not move. She patiently held her breath and relaxed, the only way to take this much cock orally and keep from choking. David ground against her face while holding her head in a vise-like grip, then withdrew slowly. She felt every centimeter of the luscious cock slide out of her throat and mouth, and as soon as she could move her tongue she grasped at her tormenter with it, unwilling to have him leave her mouth.

David laid both hands on her head, holding it down on the chair, as he deeply pumped his cock in and out from between her lips. Bea reached in with one hand and pulled and massaged his sac. The other hand she buried between her own legs, plucking at her sex as she worked him to climax.

It seemed to David that no matter how hard or deep he drove, she took him in completely. His hips rammed home against her face and his cock disappeared each time into her loving, sucking, massaging mouth. He lifted his left knee up and bore in closer. His hand reached behind Bea’s neck and forced her head forward, straightening the tunnel to her throat. She pushed back against his hips for a moment, but collected herself and devoured him once again, holding the root with her lips while she caressed his shaft with tongue and throat. She released him just as he felt his abandon grow. He pulled out of her mouth and she gazed up at him, smiling.

That was is. He had pummeled her face with his stiff cock and she was till smiling at him! He plunged in again, savagely penetrating her with increasing tempo. She kept pace with him for a minute or two but then seemed to falter, and the magic she worked on him, keeping him on the edge of climax, faded. He felt his orgasm gain steam, ready to fill her to choking in payment for her work. She felt it too, and she began to work again, quickening her pace to keep time with him. Just as he drew up the first explosion, she pulled him out of her mouth and began to work him with both hands. He jerked and spurted straight in the air, the splurt getting head high before falling back to the floor. Again he streamed, and this time it spilt out over her hands and wrists. Again, and he blasted a shot directly at her face. She squealed and moved up to engulf the raging muscle again, sucking him down from his massive orgasm and swallowing the leavings of their intimate supper. He continued to spurt out cum until he was exhausted.

Bea sucked and sucked, rapidly swallowing a veritable stream of cum from his now spent and detumescing dick. He leaned slowly over on top of her, gently moving her shoulders back and forth encouraging her to pump his fading maleness. Soon even this effort faded and he slumped to the floor, and she abruptly lost her oral hold on him. He slid down to the floor and lay there with his eyes closed. She looked over her work. He was sweating and gasping for breath. His penis lay below her, in reach, but limp and damp, definitely sucked dry. Tasty too, as though he’d been eating chocolate earlier in the day. She’d ask him about that, or maybe not.

David kept his eyes closed. He had never felt so drained after sex in his life. Bea had surpassed all of his fantasies and he was impressed. She tricked me, he thought, recalling the “surrender” she had faked in order to make him go over the top. He opened his eyes to see her watching him, eyes moving from his face to crotch and back again. He leaned up on one arm and moved toward her face. She moved away from him, unsure, but he planted his lips on her mouth and sank his tongue between her lips and teeth. He clearly does not mind his own taste, she thought, and she grinned. Too good to be true!

Bea wrapped her arms around him as he deep throated her with his tongue. She leaned over on top of him and they fell back to the floor, Bea on top. She sat up on him and positioned herself over his waist, and rubbed her snatch against his limp penis. David helped her stay up by placing his hands under her ass and holding her up while she moved back and forth. He started to grow again and caught the slit along his shaft. She kept a light touch and soon he was half-erect and glistening from the juices from her increasingly sloppy gash.

David was able to “drive” Bea after a while, his powerful hands sliding her back and forth on his shaft. She kept her eyes closed and her hands on her knees then, her breath increasingly labored as she came under his spell. David liked to move her far forward so the head of his cock was tickling the front of her hole. Bea twisted and turned, trying to insert the tip of his tool into her hungry pussy, before David turned her hips back just so, and in he slipped. She immediately began to come, gasp and buck, her pelvis twitching, impaled on his just hard dick. Her orgasm was a head swinging, drawn out affair while he held her tightly spiked on him. She fell onto his chest, whimpering and wheezing into his ear. He stayed inside her, exploring the tight cavity while she recovered. She clenched her muscles repeatedly on his hardness, as though trying to deflate it with her pressure.

David made to withdraw, but she held him tight. He leaned up, and taking her by her ass cheeks, he lifted her and stood up in one motion, still spearing her pussy and in as deep as he could get. As he backed her toward the wall, she hitched up her legs around his waist and rode him, her arms around his shoulders. Bea was beginning to leak again, her ready juices lubricating their intercourse while her vaginal walls squeezed in rhythm with her breathing.

Bea was caught between losing consciousness outright and having a rare (for her) full body orgasm. She wavered dreamily on the brink, waves of pleasure washing over her body. She rode him gently, her nipples brushing up and across his chest. Sweet darkness, warmer than a warm embrace, came over her and she felt her heart pounding throughout her body. She bore down on the feeling stemming from the hard, hot rod in her cunt and the darkness changed to red, and exploded. Bright colors flashed across her eyes, matching the flashes that convulsed her body. The ripples and waves had broken into a searing, pulsing gush that rendered her limp. Bea felt as though her whole body was an erect nipple.

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David carried Bea up almost against the wall. She had climbed him capably and now had locked her thighs against his hips and rode him in an easy, loping motion. She began to go limp in his arms and her arms fell against her sides. Her head lolled back, eyes white, and a keening sound came from between her lips. She was screaming in her orgasmic throes, but with no energy to spare from her concentration on the pleasure his pumping iron brought. He pounded into her, keeping a rhythm and pace he could not explain. Her eyes were closed now and she was quite limp. David fell to his knees and she nearly slipped out of his arms. He laid her down on the carpet and kneeled over her panting. Bea opened her mouth and moaned, and it was more than Davis could take. He shuffled up so his cock was over her face and taking her face in his hand, he manipulated her mouth open and pressed his cock against her lips. He pushed again and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue was there but quiet, and her teeth lightly scraped against his tender skin. He adjusted his hold on her neck, manipulating her jaw open further, and pressed home with his cock. He pumped in and out of her limp orifice only a few times before he felt his heat rise and he knew he was coming. He shoved his dick deep into her mouth, and she at last reacted.

Bea tried to suck and pull on the cock she found in her mouth upon awakening, but it was too deep to control. He lay on top of her with his hips over her face, cock deeply intruding into her throat. She felt the head swell as his orgasm approached, and she readied herself to take in the precious fluid. David squeezed off a thin stream of come, which she gobbled quickly, and he gasped. Another stream, thicker and creamy, quickly followed the first down her throat. David gasped again. He drew himself up for another spurt, and she grasped his root and milked a final burst from his blow hole, upon which he withdrew from her mouth and sprayed the jism over her face. She laughed and sunk his cock back into her mouth, sucking and squeezing any remaining drops from his now deflating tool. Both fell back onto the floor and lay still.

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