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SWINGING SECRETARY
by Marvin Cox


FOREWORD

Though the closed world of various institutions and orders is seemingly totally removed from day-to-day events as most people know them, such is not always the case.

The same desires, physical sensations and everyday wants that effect us are also part of the makeup of some of today's established and respected institutions and professions. One has only to witness their increasing flight from cloister to hearth.

SWINGING SECRETARY is the story of one such individual. Perhaps the product of stringent upbringing, she seeks a release, though not one which is manifest in a conventional form -- a cocktail party or weekend picnic or an evening at a movie. Instead, she pursues her most basic ambitions and desires -- those of the flesh.

SWINGING SECRETARY -- fiction, yes, but a story providing insight into some personality stereotypes we may know less of than we think.

-The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

Sara let her fingers slide down the man's face to his shoulders, touching the firm-muscled flesh. Slowly she closed her eyes and moaned, her expression one of tortured anguish.

"Lick my pussy!" she whispered. "Oh God, chew it up and swallow it!"

The man spread the loose folds of skin that surrounded her tiny opening and leaned forward, sniffing the steamy aroma of her oozing canal. As her throbbing clit came into view, he touched it with the tip of his tongue, making Sara flinch with increasing desire. She tried to hump forward, to swallow his tongue into her pussy, but he held her back.

"Not so fast, baby," he whispered, his tongue still on her clit as he looked upward through her silky bush of peach-colored cunt hair. He could see her face framed by the two melon-like tits that jutted upward, and saw the agony in her expression. "I... I want to make it good for both of us."

Sara bit her lower lip, feeling the ache in her cunt become unbearable. Already her cunt canal was, convulsing, squeezing out a thick stream of juice, wetting the insides of her thighs. Small droplets clung to her pussy hair, glistening in the light like opaque diamonds.

The man gave her one last look, his gaze taking in her flaming red hair, her emerald green eyes behind soot-black lashes, the soft contours of her curved, body, her luscious coral-tipped tits, her wasp-like waist, her long, milky-white legs.

Then he stabbed forward with his tongue.

"Ahhhhhh," he whispered, his breath hot and moist as he locked his lips around her churning cunt.

Sara felt an immediate spasm of pleasure sear into her cunt when his tongue was thrust in. It was almost like having a cock inside her, but marvelously different. Instead of being hard and rough, it was slippery and soft like a writhing snake. Another ripple of ecstasy constricted her cunt when he curled it, gliding the tip of it over the top of her pussy. Her cunt lips closed and opened in a sucking manner, trying to pull more of him inside.

"Yes!" she gasped, her voice shaking with pleasure. "God, yes! Eat... God, eat my pussy!"

The man had never before known a woman to get hot so quickly. A mere five minutes ago they had been talking casually, sitting across the room from each other. Then, as if in a dream, their actions in slow-motion, he had gone over to her and hiked her skirt up, pulled her lace panties down. And now she was flinching with desire, her orgasm just seconds away. He felt his cock throb painfully, throbbing behind his belt buckle, and wondered what it would be like to shove his dick into this delicious pussy. Or perhaps to have her mouth chewing around the base of it, her nose in his crotch hairs, sucking out his cum.

Maybe I'll find out pretty soon, he thought, but right now [missing text].

He slipped his hands around her hips and cupped her firm, rounded ass, pulling her pussy forward, totally engulfing his mouth in its delicious, frothy warmth. He began darting his tongue in and out with greater speed, sucking the honey-like juices into the back of his throat, feeling her muscles tighten, wrapping around his tongue like a mouth.

Sara grunted loudly and lifted her hands to the back of his head. While touching his soft, black curly hair, she humped forward and jammed his face into her pussy at the same time. The hard throbs of her orgasm had already begun, were building to what she knew would be the best she had had in a long time.

"Suck!" she screamed. "Goddamn you, eat me good! Lick out my pussy and... and... and... OHHHHHH GOD!"

A thundering explosion blasted through her cunt with unbelievable force. The spasms shot up and down her cunt canal, then subsided slightly. She fell forward but stood up once more on her tiptoes when another, even more wonderful climax hit her. She gave a silent gasp, her lungs hissing out pure, raw pleasure.

The man knew exactly how to keep bringing her back to those peaks of excitement, at times chewing on her throbbing clit, lapping his tongue in and out, digging his chin into her puckered opening. He could have done this for hours, but the growing urgency in his nuts made him pull away and quickly unbuckle his trousers. He slipped his zipper down, releasing some of the painful pressure on his rock-hard, bobbing cock.

"Now you suck me," he groaned, pushing her to her knees. He spread his legs and slapped her face into his crotch. "Come on, you little cocksucker, stick it in your mouth and lick out my cum!"

Sara opened her mouth, and hardly knowing what was happening, sucked the head of his prick over her tongue. Her own orgasm was still rippling in her pussy, making her pant and moan like a wounded a****l. But when her chin slipped between his cum-laden balls, she came back to reality. Her lips were now brushing into his dark wiry hair, her nose capturing the heady aroma of his maleness. She lapped her tongue around the thick, pulsating shaft and sucked back up.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, looking down at the huge length of his meat. It had to be the best, the biggest cock she'd ever seen! And the taste -- a delicious mixture of dried sweat, piss and cum. She gave another low throaty groan as she gobbled back down.

"Jesus fucking God," the man grunted, watching her take the full length of his prod into her throat. "I don't know where the fuck you're putting it, just keep doing it! Goddamn, you're the best little cocksucker I've ever had!"

A sudden flash of jealousy stabbed in Sara's mind as she wondered how many women had sucked him off. With a great body like this and this delicious cock -- probably hundreds, she thought.

Well, you've had quantity, she said to herself, now you're going to get quality!

She began bobbing her head up and down, hugging his shaft with her lips, until the smacking sounds of her mouth became hungrier, noisier. She knew she was doing a good job because the man's cockhead was throbbing like a heartbeat, swelling to the firmness of a billiard ball. The base of his shaft was jerking faster, too, the muscles relaxing to let out a churning mass of hot, boiling jism.

"Oh yes," the man gasped, holding her head with both large hands, rocking her body back and forth to meet his thrusts. "That's just fine... God, I can't wait to shove a whole fucking gallon of cum into your tight little cocksucking throat! Oh Jesus, suck it, you whore! Suck!"

Sara began licking and sucking as furiously as possible, working her head around as she lapped up and down the pulsating shaft. Then when she knew his climax was just seconds away, she clutched his vibrating balls and pulled them up to her cheeks. Rolling them around on her skin, she milked them gently, to give his orgasm more force, more power.

"Almost..." the man whispered, his eyes glazed over with agonized pleasure, "Almost... almost... I'm... I... UNHHHHHH!"

Sara felt a splattering smack in the back of her throat and then an immediate explosion. Part of his bubbling jism shot behind her nose and squirted from both her nostrils. The rest of the lava-like cream gushed downward, warming her stomach. She opened her throat as wide as possible, hoping not to miss one single milky drop, but even her eager mouth couldn't take it all. Soon, thick rivers of fiery liquid sloshed backward alongside his thrusting cock and squished from her mouth. A web-like strand of cum hung from her chin, swinging slightly as she continued bobbing her head back and forth.

While he slammed more of the scalding fluid into her mouth and throat, she felt another hot spasm of climax burn into her pussy. The pleasure was itchy and somehow empty, but still wonderful!

If only I could have this hot, squirting cock inside me now she thought, it would feel so...

"ARGGHHHH!" she exclaimed as she choked, her climax coming to a head. The ripples shot backward, then exploded forward, burning around her cuntal opening.

The man gave a final stab forward, his hands tight on the back of her head, shoving in the last of his huge load. He held her there for several seconds before letting go, enjoying the way her tongue slipped around his shaft, the tightness of her lips around his cockbase. Finally be reined, letting his hands fail to her small shoulders.

"Where in the hell did you learn to suck dick like that?" he said at last, still panting from the excitement.

Sara licked him clean before speaking. She took the stray globs of jizz between her lips and rolled them around in her cheeks, over her teeth, before gulping them down. Finally, when he was thoroughly free of cum, she sat back on her haunches and looked at the man.

About thirty-five, she would guess, and from the size of his huge hulking frame, an ex-athlete. He was well over six feet, and the mass of curly black hair that framed his handsome face made his blue eyes seem almost black. She noticed a thick mat of hair peeking from the top of his shirt, and knew that he was probably covered with hair all over. A sudden desire to see him fully naked almost made her tear off his clothes.

"I don't know," she said, finally answering his question, "I just do what I like to do, and I guess it pleases... you."

"Pleases?" he said, giving her a wide flashing smile. "Damn if I could patent that little mouth of yours I'd be a fucking millionaire!"

Sara looked, around the plush office and wondered if he was one already. The chairs were real leather, the floor covered by what she knew must be an authentic Persian rug, and sitting in the middle of the room was a desk the size of a bed -- glossy from years of hand-rubbing, made of mahogany. The walls were adorned with impressionist paintings, and in one corner was a statue she had seen a picture of on the cover of a magazine.

"Well, you got it if you want it," the man said, interrupting her observations.

"Huh?" Sara said stupidly, wondering what he was talking about.

"The job," he said, standing and adjusting his clothing. He seemed to suddenly have a complete personality change. No longer as warm and friendly, he was now the typical successful businessman. He picked up a folder from the desk and sat down. "You'll do my typing, travel with me, and naturally, keep me sexually satisfied."

Sara was stunned. She stood up and smoothed her skirt trying to find some hint of the warmth she had noticed when she had first entered the room. He looked up and nodded, dismissing her.

"When?"

"Tonight," he answered, knowing her question. "You'll start to work tonight. Your place or mine?" When Sara shrugged her shoulders, he added, "Mine, then. Here's my card. The address is on it. Be there at eight, and bring an overnight bag." When she turned and made for the door, she added, "It will be a pleasure working with you, Miss Price. Until eight..."

Sara closed the door, her knees about to buckle -- partially from her spent passions and partially from a building rage. She stormed out of the building into the blinding sun and found her car in the parking lot. It took her several moments before she could gain enough control just to unlock the door. Finally she slipped behind the wheel and gripped it until her knuckles turned white.

"That sonofabitch!" she spat. "Just who the fuck does he think he is?"

She looked at his business card and frowned. It read: Greg Martin, along with his home address. In the upper left hand corner was: Chairman of the Board, Martin Enterprises.

"Well, Mr. Martin, Chairman of the Board, Martin Enterprises, you can just go straight to hell. I'd rather die than go over to your house and be one of your bought women!"

Seething with rage, she drove to her apartment, carrying on an imaginary conversation. Finally she said, "I'll just go over there and tell him... tell him..."

Tell him what? That she didn't like him? He was rich, handsome, built like a Greek God, sexy -- and that huge cum-filled cock.

"Tell him that he is an arrogant bastard, that's what! To think that I would... I would."

CHAPTER TWO

"I would love one," Sara said when Greg offered her a drink just after opening the door.

A drink was exactly what she needed. Although her mind had been made up to tell him off good and proper, when she saw him standing there, wearing nothing but cut-offs, her heart skipped a beat, her knees weakening. All that she wanted to say was overshadowed by the mere sight of him. Whoever said that clothes made the man certainly didn't have him in mind. And just as she suspected, his muscular frame was lush with dark-brown hair. She had to fight an urge to reach out and touch his sculptured chest.

"Like it?" be asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Love it," she answered, her eyes still riveted to his body. She took a quick sip, suddenly realizing what he was talking about. "Mmmmmm, delicious," she said. "What's in it?"

"My secret," he answered, pulling her into his arms. "And now, let me find out about your secrets."

Sara was totally confused. How could a man turn his emotions on and off like a faucet? He was so warm, so intense, his lips brushing the hollow of her throat, sending shivers of ecstasy up her spine. His huge meaty arm was touching the tips of her tits, his breath warm and musky-smelling.

And later? When it was over, would he shake her hand and give her a curt good bye?

"There's something I have to say," Sara said, pulling away. Looking into his eyes almost made her melt, sending her pussy into a churning fit of pleasure. "I... I can't take the job. I don't give my... sexual favors as part of my work."

"Would you give me your sexual favors if it weren't part of the job?" he asked, his eyes glinting like a cat toying with a mouse.

"Well, yes," Sara said. How could she lie? He looked so good standing there it was all she could do to keep from dropping to her knees and gobbling that big cock into her throat! "But that's not the point..."

"What is the point, then?"

"It's just that you... seem so, well, cold. Like this afternoon. And now, you're different."

"What do you want? Flowers?" He walked over to a large vase filled with tiny pink rosebuds. He yanked them out and handed them to her. "Music?" He walked over and flipped on the stereo, filling the room with violin strains. "What did I leave out? Uh, candy? Sorry, don't have any. Stick around... I'll make you some fudge. What else?"

Sara didn't know whether to slap his face or laugh. She didn't have time, however, to do either. She was engulfed in his arms, her head pushed back as he covered her neck and shoulders with kisses. As the delicious surges of pleasure raced up and down her spine, she dropped the flowers and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him tighter to her body. His cock was throbbing against her belly -- big, hard and meaty.

"I want you like this," he whispered. "Like two alley cats, fucking and thinking of nothing else but fucking. I've had the romance and it stinks. I want you physically, like two dogs who lock themselves together. And I'm going to take you... now like that!"

Sara's mind screamed in revolt, but her body could only obey his wishes. She bit down on his mouth like a striking snake, thrusting her tongue deeply between his teeth, her breath coming quick. She pushed her mound of pussy forward, knowing that only a thin piece material separated their bodies. She fumbled with his zipper and released his swollen cock. She was about to drop to her knees, to satisfy that horrible hunger in the back of her throat, but he held her.

"No," he said, grabbing the neckline of her dress.

He yanked down, splitting the material in two. After throwing the torn dress into a corner, he jerked her bra off, then ripped her panties away. His own shorts fell down his legs and he kicked them away.

"Like this," he said, pushing her to the plush carpet and climbing between her legs.

He was an a****l now, caring for nothing but his own savage lust. Sara wanted to fight him, to rip her nails into his insolent face, to push him away -- yet she found herself grunting with ecstasy. She spread her legs and humped, brushing the underside of his throbbing cock with her slicked-up cunt lips.

The touch was electric, almost sending her into a storm of orgasm.

"Fuck me!" she heard herself say. "Stick this big dick inside me and fuck me to pieces!"

"I will, you cocksucker," Greg moaned, licking down from her mouth to her large, taut tits. He parted his lips and bit down on the creamy-textured flesh, pulling her coral-colored nipples into his mouth. With one stabbing lunge, he drove his prick fully into her pussy. "I... I... unhhhh... will!"

Sara had thought his cock was huge when it was poking into her throat, but now it seemed gigantic! Her cunt lips were stretched apart almost to the breaking point as his shaft pierced her. She gave a cry of anguish, pleasure and pain mixing into one throbbing sensation.

"Give it to me!" she begged. "Goddamn you, you bastard, plow that cock in me and fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"All right, you cock-loving cunt," he winced, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't walk right for a week!"

Sara had been fucked before, in various ways, but in comparison to what he was doing, the others were mere handshakes. Greg jerked her legs apart like a wishbone, then jammed them upward, crunching her knees into her armpits. As her ass rose in the air, he held her legs and shoulders with his hands and began pounding into her pussy with an emotion bordering rage. Each stroke came harder, faster than the last, until his small hairy ass was a flesh-colored blur. His teeth were sinking into her tits, sending pangs of torture into her lungs. His balls were slapping into the crack of her ass each time he crunched the base of his cock into her constricted pussy rim.

"Yes!" she screamed, holding fistfuls of his hair, pounding his face against her tits. "Yes! Just... like... this! Fuck... Fuck! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Her climax hit her with such tremendous force, she thought her backbone would snap. The pleasure peaked and stayed there for what seemed like an hour, ripping into every cell, each nerve of her entire body. She buckled, writhed, tore at his hair, threw her pussy up to meet his thrusts, wanting to devour him, to suck him inside and keep him there for him to become a part of her.

"Now, you fucking whore!" he spat, bringing his face up to hers. He clamped his lips around her mouth and dug his tongue fully into her throat, curling it over the roof of her mouth, into her cheeks. He bit down on her lips, drawing blood. "Take... it... NOW! GODDAMN YOU! UNH! UNH! TAKE MY CUM!"

Sara's climax, which was slowly subsiding to gentle ripples, was now hammered back up to an unbelievable explosion of pure, raw ecstasy. The flooding wads of cum washed into her convulsing hole, totally filling up her insides. When the scalding liquid could find no more room, it began sloshing backward, washing around his spearing shaft, squirting from her cunt lips. A greasy, steamy stream of juice ran out, buring into her shitter.

"God!" she cried out, her voice cracking with emotion, "Fuck me! Fill me full! Shove it to me, you bastard! FUCK ME!"

Greg plowed into her pussy with a v******e that even surprised himself. The more he brutalized her, the more she wanted. She met his savagery with a rage of her own, until their bodies molded into one writhing mass of flesh. Her cunt was like a vacuum, sucking on his cock, pulling him harder inside as if trying to draw out his brains. He banged the last of his load with his full strength, crushing his body over hers. A few seconds later, he relaxed, falling to his side, releasing her legs and shoulders.

Sara's eyes were closed, a million thoughts bursting in her wind. She had been ****d, yet had consented to the act. Was that possible? Was it possible for two people to **** each other at the same time? She looked, over at Greg, wondering what he was thinking. From talk of music, flowers and romance, they had torn into each other's bodies exactly as he had said-two sex-crazed alley cats. She chided herself for not being angry, for not feeling guilty.

"How was that, Mr. Martin?" she asked finally, trying to sound more sarcastic than she did. "Is this what will be expected of me?"

"Don't be an ass," he whispered, his voice flat. "You know damn well you liked it as much as I did." He rolled over and kissed her lightly on the mouth, a move so gentle, so loving it caught her off guard. "Well, didn't you?"

"I can't figure you out," she said, melting once more in his embrace.

"You'll have plenty of time to do that," he interrupted, "We're going to New York tomorrow. And don't be silly and say no, because you know you will. You're mine now, you know that? You're mine."

"And are you mine?" she asked, her eyes flashing with anger.

"That depends," he said, cool as ever, "on how much of a woman you are."

"I'm a hell of a lot more woman than you can take care of," she said defiantly.

"Yeah? Prove it."

She pushed him to his back and straddled his waist, her face toward his feet. Slowly she nuzzled the crack of her ass over his rock-hard cock and leaned forward. Using both hands she aimed the end of his prick toward her dark tiny shitter hole and pushed it inside. Not giving him the pleasure of hearing her grunt with pain, she bit her lower lip, tears stinging her eyes. Wiggling her ass, she forced in more of his shaft until she felt the hairs of his crotch tickle her.

After his entire cock was inside her, she placed her fingers between his thighs and scooped his balls upward, poking them into her pussy. After they were lodged inside, she took his ankles and bent his knees, pulling his feet to her face.

Using only muscle contraction in her shitter canal, she sucked and massaged his cock while she darted her tongue between and over his toes. She pursed her cunt lips, locking his nuts inside her, giving them a warm bath with a combination of his cum and her own juices.

"Oh... God," Greg whispered, supporting himself on his elbows, working his hips up and down. "I've never had... it like... this. My God, Sara, I think I..."

Had Sara been listening and not concentrating on the delicious sensations in both her holes and the heady flavor of his feet, she might have been able to coax something out of him, something he'd never said before. He was weak just then, his mind filled with her beauty, the soft curve of her back, her tiny waist, the slopes of her plump tits as they dangled near her elbows. Instead, she licked more furiously, lapping up and down the soles of his feet, working her hips around, milking his cock, sucking on his balls with her steaming cunt.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned feeling the hot intensity in her body become more urgent.

Barely placing any weight on her knees, she began lifting and lowering her ass slowly, working just enough of his trick in and out to jack him. His balls remained inside her pussy, barely tugging as she raised herself. She gave another moan, feeling them vibrate with a fresh load of hot cum.

"I... can't take much more of this," Greg gasped.

His body was aching, rippling with desire. He wanted nothing more than to throw her forward, to hammer his cock deeply into her shitter, but an unseen force seemed to hold him down. For the first time in his life he knew what it was like to be powerless.

"Fuck me faster," he said, his voice laced, with pleading.

Sara continued doing exactly what she had in mind, to drive him completely wild with torture. It was a delicious feeling, knowing that she now had him in total control, exactly as she had been only a few moments before. The idea made her shiver with growing anticipation. She chewed all the toes of his right foot into her mouth, then let his leg fall to the floor. She remained still for several seconds, then grabbed the backs of his knees.

"Now, you bastard!" she cried out, bending his legs. She slipped her feet just under her ass so that she squatted over his middle. "I'm going to fuck you so you won't walk right for a week!"

Greg watched fascinated, almost terrified, as she began slapping her ass up and down, drilling his cock in and out of her shitter. His nuts had flopped out of her cunt and now lay glued to the insides of his thighs from a thick residue of cum and pussy juice.

"Goddamn you!" he yelled, grabbing the carpet, his face contorted in pure agony. "F-fuck me, you whore! Jesus, do it!"

Just as he had used, had violated, he was now being used, violated. Sara, he knew, was concerned with only one thing -- her own pleasure. His pleasure was merely incidental, and somehow it made the sensations even more powerful. His nuts began throbbing with life, the swirling masses of cum churning to blast through his tight, constricted sphincter muscle. He raised himself, hanging onto her jerking body, his hands cupping her flopping mounds of tit. He kissed the back of her neck tenderly, just the hint of his tongue over the delicate, perfumed flesh.

Sara pumped up and down furiously, her cunt about to burst with orgasm. Each time, his huge prod running in and out of her shit canal brought her closer, inching her to total ecstasy.

Finally it happened -- her pussy exploded sending a liquid warmth throughout her body, making her flinch.

"OHHHH!" she screamed, her pussy and shitter racked with hard, throbbing spasms of release.

And as she cried out, she felt his gushing climax blast into her hole, creaming her insides. Another wave of climax thundered inside her body.

"Baby, baby, baby!" Greg whispered, his cock emptying with quick jerks. He held her tits like a drowning man would grasp at a straw.

When they finally pulled apart several moments later, he held her fade in both hands, a wide grin on his lips. It was an unspoken admission of defeat. They both had conquered and won, each the spoils of the other.

"Will you go with me to New York tomorrow?" he asked.

"You know I will."

"What... that is, what would you like me to do now?" he asked.

"I think I would like some flowers... and some music now," she answered.

He looked around and gathered up the roses. He handed them to her and then turned the stereo up louder.

"You didn't bring an overnight case like I asked," he said, again looking around.

"I hadn't planned on staying," she said. "But I do now."

CHAPTER THREE

Greg led her to the bed and pushed her down gently, immediately wrapping his body around hers. She was so soft, so yielding, he could have easily taken her once again in a violent assault. But he wanted more to taste her, savor her body as he would a fine wine.

He looked at her features, wondering how it was possible that a person could have no flaws. Her skin was creamy-white, setting off the color of her hair, her eyes like those of a cat -- sensual, inviting.

Her pert lips were wet from his kisses, her rubbery nipples burning into his chest.

"I want you," he murmured. "My God, I've never wanted a person in my life... until now!"

Sara, too, felt the storm of their passions building. She ran her fingers over his smooth broad back, lightly playing around the slight curve just above the crack of his ass. She felt warm, secure, again hungry for his love. Spreading her legs a little wider, she thrust her hips up, meeting the underside of his cockshaft with her pussy entrance.

"Fuck me slow," she murmured, kissing his eyes. "God, Greg, fuck me!"

"Let me just look at you for a while," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "I want to remember you just like this for always."

He raised himself to his knees, his hands on her shoulders. While his eyes followed the moves of his fingers, he noticed the delicious curve of her jutting tits, the mere hint of a shadow under the left side of each nipple. Slowly he leaned forward and brushed his lips over the rubbery projections, feeling them pulsate, blossom to rigid fullness. He opened his mouth almost lazily, and licked them one at a time, then, pressing them together, chewed on both.

Sara watched his sucking, feeling not only the pleasure he was giving her, but also the joy of just looking at his concentration. She held his arms, touching the meaty, bulging biceps, knowing his excitement was growing from the way his blood was rushing through his veins.

"Hurry!" she whispered, touching the soft tufts of hair that fanned from his armpits. "God, I... need you!"

Greg was oblivious to her pleas, his mind totally on her fantastic shapely body. He inched his mouth downward to her flat belly, working his fingertips into the fleshy part of her hips. Her entire body seemed to steam with sex, engulfing him in a mist of pure ecstasy. He licked past her pussy and nibbled on the insides of her thighs, savoring the milky softness of her skin, the warmth of her body.

"Lovely," he murmured, lifting her legs, pressing his lips down on her ankles, then her toes.

"There is no part of you that isn't perfect."

After kissing her feet, leaving them damp with his spit, he moved back up, drawing his tongue over the sides of her body. He brushed past her tits and again locked his mouth around her parted lips. He thrust his tongue deeply into her throat, sucking with his lips, pulling the sweetness of her mouth into his.

"It just isn't right that someone like you could exist," he murmured, nudging his cockhead into her wet patch of cunt hair. "I... I don't think I've ever felt this good in my life!"

Sara gave a sigh of relief when she felt his prick ease into her pussy. The thick slab stretched her opening apart deliciously, sending ripples of pleasure upward. She bent her knees and lifted her ass, driving in more of his beautiful cock, rubbing her ankle over his hip. A spasm of ecstasy burned into the back of her cunt, almost exploding. She bit her lip, throwing her head back, to keep from climaxing, knowing the torture was more fantastic than the release.

"Give me all of you!" she gasped still feeling the huge prod slip into her insides. His hairy nuts were slowly, almost painfully, rolling up the insides of her legs. Finally they rested in the crack of her ass as his cockbase plunged between her cunt lips. "Oh yes! Just... like that!"

Greg lowered his hands to her ass and lifted her slightly. As he did this, he dug his toes into the sheets, straightening his less, and shoved forward. He bent his head and chewed her tits, licking furiously between the soft, delicious mounds. His breath was faster now, a low moan vibrating into her chest.

"Baby, baby, baby," he groaned, beginning to fuck his cock into her pussy a little faster. Her muscles were so tight, so frothy and hot, he knew it was useless to fight his emotions any longer. "I've got... to fuck you!" he grunted.

"Yes!" Sara whispered. "Go ahead! Take me! Fuck me hard, you bastard! Fuck... me!"

Greg began banging into her cunt with the same intensity he had shown before. But this time it was different, more than just physical. He couldn't name what was running through his mind, but whatever it was made him feel free, for the first time in his life totally aware of his own body. Every cell, each nerve seemed to explode with fiery throbs.

"Oh, Sara!" he whispered, licking up to the hollow of her throat. "I can't believe this! God, I... I... UNHHHHIIHHH!"

Sara climaxed at the same exact second his orgasm peaked. Her pussy pulled like a mouth, accepting his blasting cum, sucking it into her womb. She humped violently, trying to gobble more, her cunt lips locked around his prick like a greasy, spasming vise.

"F-FUCK ME!" she shouted, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead. "RAM THAT COCK IN ME AND FUCK ME APART!"

Greg hammered brutally until he emptied his thick steaming load into the back of her cunt. And even after his muscles burned from exhaustion, he continued jabbing in and out of her exploding hole, feeling his jism slosh around inside her pussy hole. Thick streams oozed from the opening, gluing his nuts to her flesh, others gushing into the crack of her ass.

Sara experienced one long, almost painful, storm of release, her orgasm hitting new peaks each time his dick slammed forward. His cockhead brought the last of his squirting juice to the back of her cunt, causing her back to arch, her heart to almost pound out of her chest.

For several moments there was no need for words. The sweet, satisfying throbs in their loins was the only communication necessary. Each felt a part of the other, their bodies mixing, fusing into one writhing mass of pleasure.

"Oh Jesus, I feel like I could sleep for a hundred years," Greg said finally, lying on his back. "I think I fucked my brains into your pussy."

"You go ahead and sleep," Sara urged. "I still haven't gotten enough of you. I'll suck you to sleep."

"Ah, that sounds nice," Greg murmured, his voice already thick with drowsiness. He spread his legs and pushed her head down, flinching as her lips trailed a wet path over his chest and belly. When her lips were pushed into his bushy growth of crotch hair, his grip relaxed. "Oh so nice..." he whispered, his voice finally dropping to a soft grunt.

Sara squeezed between his legs and held his cock with both hands, watching it as the shaft began to shrink. A small oozing wad of cum slowly seeped from his cum hole, rolling down to his loose foreskin. She licked it with the tip of her tongue and pulled her head back, creating a web-like strand of milky juice that glistened in the soft light. Pursing her lips together, she leaned forward, lapping the web of jism into her mouth, shivering as it burned into the back of her throat.

"Delicious!" she whispered, inching her mouth around the purplish knob of his cock.

When she slipped it over the roof of her mouth, she felt it throb, balloon to life. She gave a low throaty moan, slowly grinding her lips around his limp shaft, pulling more of his prick inside her.

"Oh, Sara," Greg moaned, half-asleep yet fully aware of what was going on. "Suck me all night! God, I'd love to wake up and see you there with my cock in your mouth. Will you do that? Will you eat my dick for the rest of the night?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm," Sara answered, her nose buried in his wiry patch of crotch hair. She pursed her lips and lifted her head, squeezing her mouth around his now rock-hard shaft. When his cockhead pulsated between her teeth, she spoke softly. "I'll suck you all night. I'll eat your cum and drink it down. Anything for you, Greg. Anything!"

For the next several moments, she bobbed her head up and down slowly, not wanting to wake him, but still wanting to give his dreams the best pleasure possible. Finally, however, she couldn't take the torture any longer, and she began eating furiously, lapping her mouth around his prick like a starving a****l. She heard him groan, felt the vibrations of his quickening heartbeat, his body tightening.

She no longer cared if he were asleep or awake. The only thing that mattered was the delicious flavor of his churning jism. Already she could, smell the steam as the thick creamy load bubbled inside his balls. Only a few seconds longer and [missing text].

When the hard, pulsating masses of juice squirted into her throat, she gurgled a muffled moan, her entire body rocking with delicious pleasure. She sucked and pulled with every ounce of strength she could muster, concentrating on one thing only -- getting every golden drop of his cum, to wallow it around on her tongue and gulp it down.

Finally, she sucked him completely dry and pulled her mouth away, her gasping breath hot in his crotch hairs. She licked his nuts and his belly, completely wetting his torso. Then as her pleasure subsided, she closed her eyes and sank her lips around his rubbery shaft. She inhaled deeply and blocked out every other thought except the taste of his cock, the rich aroma of his body.

And then she slept, never moving her mouth for even a second.

CHAPTER FOUR

Greg woke up to a sharp spasm of pleasure. He looked down and saw Sara's mouth working on his prick even in her sleep. Her lips were pursed tightly around the half-hard shaft, her tongue hot and wet around his foreskin.

"Oh yes," he murmured as he spread his legs a little wider. He held the back of her head with both hands and thrust his hips upward, crushing her face fully into his crotch. "Just like this!" he gasped. "Start the day with a good suck!"

Sara's eyes fluttered open when she felt the pressure in the back of her throat. Momentarily confused, she looked into the dark patch of hair, trying to focus. The rubbery texture of Greg's cockhead was now nudging past her tonsils, filling the back of her throat. When she finally remembered the night before, she shivered, her pleasure beginning to mount. And although her jaws ached from having sucked him all night, she was more than eager to please him again.

"You ready for some hot cream to eat for breakfast?" Greg asked, dr****g his legs over her shoulders and locking his ankles together, at the small of her back. He rolled to his side and began pumping his hips back and forth, driving his dick into her throat with quick punches. "Goddamn, the way I feel, you might even have enough for lunch!"

Sara pushed her fingers between his thighs and clutched his cum-filled nuts. When the hairy surface touched her palms, the effect was immediate, like an electric shock for them both.

"Milk me, baby," Greg groaned, flipping her to her back suddenly, supporting his weight with his arms. He looked down and watched his cock disappear into her mouth. "God, that's good! Just keep sucking!"

Sara couldn't believe how hot her pussy had become. She'd only been sucking for a few minutes and now her cunt was churning with an ache that could only be satisfied by a thick load of his squirting jism. She began bobbing her head up and downs at a furious pace, her hunger almost unbearable. Suddenly she spit his prick out and bit down on the taut flesh of his crotch.

"Fuck me in the mouth," she begged. "Ram your cock in like my face is a pussy! Fuck me hard! God, Greg, give it to me! I... need it!"

Greg worked his prick back between her lips and thrust forward with all his weight. When the base of his shaft was crammed between her lips, he jerked upward until his cockhead was just inside her teeth. He held himself there for a couple of seconds before ramming his meat back in. He lowered his torso slightly, supporting himself with his elbows, and bent his knees, slipping them up to her armpits. Now that she was totally engulfed in his hard, hairy body, he began hammering his dick in and out with brutal savagery.

Sara gave a muffled cry of surprise that soon turned into one of pure, hungry ecstasy. His prick was jamming in and out with delicious speed, slipping fully into the back of her throat. His huge balls were crawling up and down her neck, the vibrations of his nuts tickling her skin.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, darting her fingertips into the crack of his shitter, feeling it pucker around her nails.

"Suck it, you cocksucker!" Greg moaned, fucking her mouth for all he was worth. "Take my big dick into your cock-loving throat and eat me! Suck, you whore, suck!"

Sara had little choice in the matter. He was now driving his crotch against her face like a sex-crazed a****l. All she had to do was keep her mouth wide open, letting the hard, pulsating shaft dig in and out. She increased the pressure of her fingers, poking them into his tiny shitter, feeling the greasy warmth surround them, pull like a mouth.

"Ahhhhh!" she gasped, letting his cockhead slap even deeper into her throat, making her breath come in quick hisses.

"Any... second... now..." Greg panted, buckling with pleasure. He felt his nuts convulse, the hot, searing fluid running into the base of his plunging prod. "Get... ready, you... cum sucker! I... I'm... OH FUCK... BABY SUCK! UNHHHH! SUCK!"

When the blasting gush of cum spewed into Sara's throat, her own body flinched with orgasm. The scalding heat from his juice burned into her stomach. A rippling spasm tore into her pussy canal and worked forward, constricting her tiny hole.

"AAAIIIEEEE!" she screamed, her passion so intense she lifted him slightly off the bed. She dug the nails of her thumbs into his ass cheeks and gave another loud choking cry.

"Suck... suck... suck..." Greg chanted, his hoarse voice barely a whisper. "Goddamn you, you little cocksucker... UNNHHH, SUCK!"

Part of the reason of Sara's pleasure was because his load of cum was the thickest, the hottest she'd ever had. A night of rest had certainly made the difference, because it seemed as if he'd never stop shooting his wad! Massive streams of streaming liquid squirted from her lips and blasted onto her cheeks. Soon twin pools of jism formed on her shoulders, rolling to the back of her neck.

"All... of it!" Greg said finally, grinding out the last of his climax. He relaxed completely, crushing her face beneath his heavy weight. His cock plunged into Sara's throat, where it vibrated, pulsated. "Oh, baby," he groaned, his eyes closed in satisfaction. "My little cocksucking baby!"

Sara's orgasm was still peaking, her body frozen in pure release. She gobbled hungrily on his cock, sucking wildly with her lips, emptying him of the last wad of cum that lay in the center of his dick. When he was clean, she pushed him to his back and licked the jizz from his cock, his balls. Still hungry, she scooped the juices from her cheeks and shoulders, forming one large glob, and lifted it to her lips.

"Ahhhh," she hissed, pulling the juice between her lips.

She held her head back and trembled as it seeped over her tongue and into the back of her throat. She constricted the muscles of her cheeks and forced it forward once more. After pushing it between her teeth, under her tongue, between her lips and gums, she finally drank it down.

"Delicious," she said, her voice greasy and contented.

"I've never known a girl who liked that stuff the way you do," Greg said, fascinated by the way she gobbled it down like a kitten eating warm cream.

"I love it," she replied, once more eyeing his cock. "I can remember the first time I tasted it. I've been hooked ever since."

"I'll bet you drove the boys crazy," he laughed. "You certainly drive me crazy!"

"Jealous?" she teased.

"A little, maybe," Greg answered. "Just wished it could have been me you sucked first."

"Come on," Sara said with a wicked grin, "enough of this memory lane bullshit. My little pussy is just itching to get fucked." She got to her belly and faced the foot of the bed, raising herself slightly to her knees. "Fuck me like a little doggy!"

Greg knelt behind her and kicked her legs apart with his knees. When her tight, slicked-up pussy was fully revealed, he nuzzled his shaft up the insides of her thighs and pierced her tiny cuntal opening with his massive cockhead.

"Damn, you're hotter than a firecracker!" he whispered.

"I know," Sara agreed. "I've been having the most wonderful dreams all night, and they were all about this big dick of yours. Now, fuck me!"

Greg pressed forward, inching his prod into her cunt canal. When her opening pursed around the base of his dick he pulled back slightly, then hammered in with one savage thrust, jamming Sara's face into the sheets.

"Goddamn, you seem even tighter this way," he grunted. He looked down at her body, her nicely rounded hips. She was small enough for him almost to wrap his hands around her. "I just wonder where the fuck you're putting it!"

Sara was so aroused, there wasn't even the slightest pain, only a delicious throbbing in her guts. She flexed the muscles of her cunt canal, milking his cock to rock-hard stiffness.

"Shove some of that delicious cum into my pussy," she groaned. "Hurry, fuck me hard!"

Greg held her hips tightly with both hands and began thrusting savagely into her pussy. Soon his speed had gotten to the point where her ass was a mere blur, his balls slapping back and forth, smacking her belly.

"Like this, cunt?" he growled, leaning forward. "You like a big cock reaming you out like this?" He brushed his lips over the back of her neck, baring his teeth.

Greg hammered wildly into her hole for several more moments, feeling the pressure inside his balls become almost unbearable. He tried to hold back a little longer, to savor the wonderfully warm snug feeling her pussy was giving his cock, but it had already become useless. His body was out of control, his mind screaming one thing -- to drive his climax into her cunt as brutally as he could, to feel the hard jerks of pleasure when his jism blasted from his cockhead.

Sara's eyes were half-closed, glazed with pleasure. Her orgasm was throbbing slowly, convulsing her insides. And each time his prick rammed into her cunt, she was nudged closer to what she knew would be one of the most powerful releases she had ever experienced. A few more pokes, just a couple of seconds longer and...

"G-God!" she screamed, arching her back. "YES! FUCK ME!"

A crunching spasm of ecstasy tore into her pussy like a bolt of lightning. Then another, and another.

"UNHHHHHH!" she bellowed, writhing, rocking with him. "KEEP... FUCKING ME! GOD, DON'T EVER STOP! FUCK ME FOREVER!"

Her cunt turned into a vacuum pump, sucking and pulling wildly on Greg's cock. Greg felt it and choked out a gurgling moan, sinking his teeth into her neck. The first glob of cum barreled up the center of his shaft and exploded from his cockhead, totally filling up her burning cunt.

"Jesus, fuck!" he gasped when another wad of jism jolted into her rippling pussy. Then he peaked, shoving in the bulk of his load, splattering quick streams of juice with each hammering move. "Oh... yes! Goddamn you, yes!"

His climax was so rich and full that her pussy soon could hold no more. A milky stream of liquid oozed from the underside of his prick, slicking up his nuts. His shaft was now sloshing in a huge amount of jism, gluing their bodies together. He gave a final heave, emptying his nuts, then fell forward, gasping for air.

"Man, I feel like I've fucked a wild tiger in the ass," he whispered, still enjoying the way her pussy was vibrating around his spent cock.

"That's coming up next," Sara said. "I'm not going to let you go until you've fucked me everywhere possible!"

"You'll have to give me a little time to recover," Greg said, pulling away, looking down at his withering prick. "I'm not quite the match I thought I was for you. And I don't think any man is!"

"Where are you going?" Sara asked when she felt him crawl off the bed and stumble toward the door.

"Gonna take a shower," he said. "We have a plane to catch in a couple of hours, and you wouldn't want me to go to that meeting smelling like pussy, would you?"

"I wouldn't mind as long as it's mine," she said.

Greg gave her a curious glance, not saying anything for a couple of moments. He stood framed in the doorway, one hand supporting his weight.

"Sometimes I like more than one woman," he said at last, measuring her reaction. When he got none, he added, "Well? We don't own each other, do we?"

"Of course not," Sara answered finally. "And sometimes I like more than one man."

There, that would fix the bastard!

"Fine," he replied. "But not on my time."

"OK, buster," Sara said, getting off the bed. "You're time is over. I'm going out now and find myself a real man." She looked around, trying to find her dress, then remembered it lay torn in a heap in the living room.

"You don't meant that," Greg said softly, hurt in his eyes. "It's just that I..."

"It's just that you are a prick," she spat out. She knew suddenly they had reached an impasse and there was no backing out. "Just who the fuck do you think you are, anyway?" She yanked the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her body, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'm not going to be... one of your women!"

Greg couldn't understand her rage. He'd never been talked to like that before. He could give this woman anything she wanted -- and more. Clothes, jewels, furs, travel -- didn't she realize that? Couldn't she just look around the house and see that he was a rich man?

"You're making a big mistake," he said. "I could..."

"You can go straight to hell!" Sara interrupted, her voice even, almost devoid of emotion. "Now if you will excuse me," she added, brushing past him.

"You're a fool," he said, following her into the living room.

"Was. Not any more," Sara said, slipping into her torn dress. It would hold until she got into the car, where she could pin it together. "Good bye," she said flatly.

Greg was stunned, wondering if all this was a dream. Just a few moments ago they were molded together -- giving, accepting pleasure, and now she was actually walking out on him. Just because [missing text].

"I don't understand you," he said, touching her arm, trying to pull her back.

She resisted, yanking her arm away, and opened the door.

"What's to understand? I will not be used. Not by you, not by anyone. If you consider yourself a one-man stud farm, fine. But I'm not going to be part of it." She looked him in the eyes and said, "You no longer exist."

After she slammed the door in his face, Greg picked up a priceless pre-Columbian statue and flung it across the room, crashing it into a gilt framed mirror said to have been owned by George III.

"Bitch!" he shouted.

Sara heard the crash and his outburst as she scurried down the walk to her car. She felt hot tears sting her cheeks, her heart pounding in her throat. Her hands were shaking visibly as she started the engine and drove off, her tires screeching on the pavement.

When she arrived at her apartment, the telephone was ringing, and kept ringing until she finally lifted the receiver, then hung up. When it rang once more, she unplugged the cord from the wall and stumbled into her bedroom, falling in a heap on the bed.

A short while later, there was a knock on the door -- demanding, insistent. It was useless to ignore, because it got louder. Finally she pulled herself to her feet and answered it.

"OK, you win," Greg said. His face was serious, an expression of defeat written all over it.

"What do you mean?" Sara asked, wanting to hear him say it.

"Just that. You win. I lose. I want you. On any terms." He grinned suddenly, looking very boyish. "Besides, I can't afford not to have you," he added, thinking of the statue and the mirror. "We have just enough time to catch our plane. Let's go."

"Can we take a later plane?" Sara asked.

"Will I always be saying yes to you?" he asked, his eyes dropping to the angle of her tits as they jutted from her torn dress.

"Probably," Sara said.

"We can take a later plane," he said. He crushed her in his arms, biting down on her mouth. "I just wish someday I'll love you as much as I hate you right now!"

"You will," Sara replied, matching the intensity of his kisses.

CHAPTER FIVE

Sara lay back in the huge bed, fingering her pussy. Greg had been gone for more than two hours, and even though they had torn into each other's bodies like two a****ls, she still wasn't satisfied.

"Damn!" she said, looking at the traveling clock, knowing before she saw the hands that it wouldn't read much later than when she had looked at it before.

She gazed around the hotel room, perhaps the best, most expensive one in all of New York. There was even a white grand piano in one corner. The suite had every creature comfort anyone could ask for, except one thing -- a big hot cock ramming into her burning pussy!

Greg had said it might be near midnight before he returned, and for some strange reason, he hadn't wanted her to go along.

"Because we'll be inspecting an unfinished skysc****r," he said, "walking over loose boards, riding in an open elevator hundreds of feet above the sidewalks. And I don't want anything happening to this cute little ass of yours."

She had balked, naturally, but when she saw the splendor of the room and had enjoyed his violent fucking, she'd agreed. Now she wished she hadn't. At least she could have looked at him, perhaps stolen a couple of seconds to touch his hard, lean body -- even run her fingers over the pulsating curves of his thick, meaty crotch.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, thrusting her middle finger over her rubbery clit, feeling it explode in empty orgasm.

Her pussy was on fire, begging to be filled. She gave another low groan, then stopped short.

"Yes?" she called out, hearing the light tap on the door.

She heard a muffled sound, hoping it was Greg. Quickly she bounded out of bed and raced into the sitting room. Without thinking of her nudity, she opened the door and reached out.

"I want you..." she said, then choked when she saw that it wasn't Greg.

"I... I think I want you, too," the young man whistled, his eyes dropping to her slicked-up cunt.

"Who?"

"Room service," the man answered, his eyes crawling upward, locking on her jutting tits. He turned very slowly, his eyes still on her body, and picked up a silver tray. "Your... uh... Mr. Martin asked me to send this up."

Sara looked at the champagne and, next to it, a small bouquet of pink roses.

"Where shall I put it?" the man asked, his tone extremely suggestive.

Sara looked at the waiter, her mind still confused. It hadn't even dawned on her that this good looking blond giant could possibly be on the staff here. He belonged on a tennis court, or standing at the helm leading a Nordic expedition through the icy breakers off Scotland.

"Put it anywhere you... uh, over there," she said, standing aside. Only then did she realize that she was totally naked. It had seemed so natural standing before him like that. "I'm sorry," she spluttered, "I don't usually greet people at the door like this."

She scurried toward the adjoining room but stopped when she heard him speak. His voice was soft, yet carried command.

"No," he said. When she turned and looked at him, his hands were outstretched, his eyes twinkling wickedly. "I know what you want," he said. Then after a slight pause, he added, "And I know what I want."

The next few moments had a dream-like quality.

Sara felt herself float toward him, his strong arms around her waist, his hungry mouth brushing over her parted lips. A few seconds later they were in bed, his mouth covering her tits with kisses.

"Oh, fuck me!" Sara moaned, spreading her legs. She humped her cunt upward, working it over the thick bulge in his trousers, feeling his cock vibrate with life. "Shove your cock in me and... God, fuck me!"

The man shucked off his clothes without letting his mouth move from her body. When he was totally naked, he nudged his knees between his thighs and lowered the underside of his hard throbbing prick over her steaming mound of pussy.

Sara squeezed her hands between them and clutched his dick, swirling her fingertips around the huge base, poking the cum-filled balls. Holding his shaft at an angle, she pushed the monstrous cockhead into her opening and lifted her hips upward.

"Yes!" she whispered, her body aching so badly for an orgasm that her mind was about to explode. "Give it to me! Fuck... fuck me, you stud!"

The man held her shoulders and bit down at the hollow of her throat, darting his tongue over the soft perfumed flesh. He had wanted her the minute he saw her, but now, sensing her hunger, he would have killed to fuck her tins, sucking hole. As he plunged the remainder of his dick into her cunt, he had to flinch to keep from blowing his wad that very second. Hers had to be the hottest little pussy he would ever know. Her slit was like a mouth, sucking and pulling furiously on his prick.

"Goddamn!" he grunted, slowly withdrawing, then stabbing back in. "You always fuck like it's your last time?"

"Always," Sara answered. "Especially when I have such a huge cock inside me!" She began thrusting her hips up to meet his hard lunges, taking his prick in and out of her hole with increasing speed. "Fuck me, you bastard, then I'll suck you! I'll suck out your cum and gargle it!"

"Oh, Jesus!" the man gasped. He just hoped he could hold back long enough to please her. Already his nuts were burning, about to explode. "I'll... I'll fuck you, you little cunt!" he whispered, once more latching his mouth onto one of her tits.

Sara squeezed her legs around his humping ass and dug her nails into his broad muscular back. She could hardly wait to have his prick plow his hot load deeply into her cunt. She would have big pulsating wads, all creamy and sticky, coating her insides. She could almost see the gigantic cockhead turn a deep purplish, balloon outward, then spit like a cobra.

"Give... it... to me!" she cried out, her cunt locking around his shaft with tight spasms. Her orgasm was building to thunderous proportions, ready to split her wide open. "Goddamn you, fuck me... hard! Give... give... OHHHHH!"

She bucked and writhed beneath him as the intensity of her pleasure grew to almost painful release. Then as she peaked, her insides spasming with huge jerks, she felt the first blast of his cum.

"Now!" the man barked, chewing down on her tits. "Take... UNNNH!"

When more gushes of jism thundered into her slit, Sara climaxed again, the contractions of her pussy canal drawing, his squirting liquid deeply inside her. When her hole was filled to overflowing, the fluid sloshed backward, burning from the bottom of her cunt. A thick stream of jizz soaked her thighs and slicked up her asshole.

"UNHHHHH!" The man gasped, shoving in the last of his load. "Take... it... baby." He cried, crushing his full weight into her cunt, stretching her opening to the breaking point.

Sara's orgasm began subsiding to a dull throb as she rubbed and stroked his back. She kissed the top of his head, her eyes closed in satisfaction. The smell of his masculinity, the touch of his taut skin, the ribboned patterns of his body, inflamed her with passion once more. She pushed against his sculptured chest, wanting now to suck that hard cock.

"Oh, do I have to stop now?" the man asked, feeling the pressure of her hands. "I want to lie like this for..."

"You'll have to move if you want me to blow you," Sara said.

"Jesus, yes!" the man said, rolling to his side. "If you're going to do that, of course!"

Sara crawled between his legs and held his sticky shaft. Once again she gazed at him, noting his masculine good looks, but mostly devoting her attention to his huge prick. It was deliciously curved, the rubbery foreskin glistening with a thick film of cum. She touched the tip of her tongue to the fluid and shivered, hungry for gallons of the stuff.

"Suck me," the man groaned, bending his knees and placing both hands behind her head. He humped his hips upward, slipping his cock between her lips. "Jesus, baby, suck me... now!"

Sara gobbled the full length of his shaft into her mouth, pursing her lips as she trailed them down to his furry patch of wiry hair. Her chin nudged between his balls, making them roll over her cheeks. She stayed there for several seconds before puffing backup.

"You can get the whole thing in your mouth?" the man said, clearly amazed. "Damn! Do it some more!"

Sara once again sucked his cock into her throat, but this time only stayed in his crotch for a fraction of a second. She bobbed her head back up, then lunged once more into his crotch. Over and over she gobbled his dick until her forehead was slapping against his belly.

"Mmmmmm," she groaned, feeling his cock harden to rock-like stiffness.

His cockhead was swollen completely, almost blocking her air. Each time it thrust past her tonsils she felt her aching throat become more demanding. She gave another low throaty moan, her entire body begging for his cum.

"That's... good!" the man grunted. "Shit, I've never been sucked so good in my life! Keep doing it just like that, you cocksucker! Jesus, suck me!"

Sara grabbed his right foot and pulled it up to her throbbing pussy. The second she dug his toes into her hole, her insides burst with a hot, grinding release.

"OOOFFF!" she choked, jamming her face violently between his thighs.

The man couldn't believe what was happening. Not only was Sara moaning and begging, her entire body shaking with furious spasms, her pleasure seemed to be melting into his own body. Only a couple of seconds later, he felt his nuts churn, his jism blasting upward.

"Suck, you cunt!" he bellowed, turning slightly to his side, pulling her with him. He rammed his cock brutally into her mouth, pressing his weight over her face. "Goddamn you, I'm... I'm... SUCK! Suck my cum, you cock licker!"

Sara worked her mouth around his exploding cockhead for all she was worth, but it was useless even to try to suck all he had to offer. Huge masses of jism bolted behind her nose, others gushed into her stomach, some of it spewed from the corners of her mouth. Cum seemed to be everywhere, and more was splattering all the time! Another hot spasm of climax drilled into her pussy, sending wave after wave of release into every corner of her being.

Finally they lay there in a heap, their bodies molded together. Sara took her time cleaning him up, but she finally licked, the last of his juices into her mouth, then pulled away, smacking her lips.

"How about some of that champagne now," she said, "to wash this cum down with."

As the man dressed, she slipped into a pale green negligee, then joined him in the sitting room.

Hardly had they sipped the first drink when the door opened.

"Well, this looks like a pretty fucking cozy scene," Greg said. Then before either of them could react, he pointed toward the door and motioned toward the young men. "You, out!"

After the man left, Greg glared at Sara, his fists clenched so tightly, his knuckles were turning white.

"You want to fucking explain this?" he asked.

"Explain what?" Sara asked, her own anger about to match his. "I thought we made it plain that..."

"That what? You can fuck anybody you want, while I have to stand around with my hat in my hand and wait my turn?" He paused, as if gathering ammunition. "Look, bitch, I told my secretary t