Chapter 1
Twelve noon lunchtime. Ellen was on her knees in the boss' office, getting her nourishment.
William Granger was the boss. He was in his middle forties, attractive, balding, a big man with broad shoulders, a bit paunchy.
He wore a jacket, tie, slacks. His jacket hung across the back of his chair. His slacks hung down around his ankles.
He stood behind his desk, over Ellen. He was hard, and his stiff member bulged in the crotch of his shorts, a fat tent-like bulge.
Ellen was twenty. She was a pert and pretty brunette, a roundfaced young lady with lush breasts, wide hips, plump thighs.
She knelt facing Granger, her face inches from his groin. Hunger showed in her eyes. He reached down, smoothing her hair against her head.
Her hair was short and brown and curled up in a flip. Her brown eyes were wide, moist. Her lips, wide and sensual, glimmered with a waxy white gloss.
She wore a long-sleeved off-white blouse, a dark brown skirt whose hem reached down to the middle of her knees, pantyhose, and light brown loafers.
Ellen was on her knees. Granger was eager, impatient. She rubbed his thigh. He pulled his shorts down to the tops of his thighs, exposing his groin.
His penis, stiffly erect, jutted from his hips, bobbing, quivering. It was a long thick rod of flesh, with a swollen knobbed head on its end.
Ellen blushed when he showed her his dick. She looked down.
That pleased Granger. Ellen was young, naive. He was the first real lover she had ever had She was still reluctant to take him in her mouth.
But that was how he wanted it. She wanted him, even though he had told her from the start that he would never leave Felicia, his wife.
He put his hand under her chin and raised her head so that she was looking up at his stiff rod, which now jutted an inch or two from her face.
He said, "Kiss it."
Ellen blushed, which Granger found charming. He loved her youth, her naivete. Red spots of color burned on her cheeks, but she puckered her lips.
He gripped his cock. Ellen pressed her puckered lips against the cock head, making wet smooching sounds as she kissed it.
Her eyes were closed. Granger caressed her cheeks, fondled her hair.
She planted many quick kisses on the throbbing cock head. Granger inched forward, pressing the top of his cock against her lips, nudging them.
It was time to get down to business. Ellen overcame her inhibitions as she always did-and opened her mouth to take his member.
She kept her eyes closed, but the lashes fluttered when he stuffed his cock head into her lips. He groaned from the pleasure.
She pressed her puckered lips against his cock shaft, below the rim of the bullet shaped cock head. She slurped and sucked his knobbed cock head.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. He murmured soothing words of endearment. He moved forward, forcing more of his member into her mouth.
He rubbed the cock head on the silky slippery roof of her mouth.
He looked down. Her lush breasts trembled inside her blouse. The mounds of flesh jutted against the fabric, stretching the seams to their limit.
Ellen was really most abundantly endowed. She was pleasingly plump with large heavy breasts and wide, luscious buttocks.
He saw that her nipples were stiff. They jutted like pebbles against her blouse.
He forced more of his member into her. He must have pushed too deep, since her eyes flashed open when his cock head bumped the back of her throat.
Granger pulled back an inch or so to give her room to breathe, and she relaxed. He put his hand on the back of her head and moved it.
He made her head bob back and forth, massaging her lips against his cock. Intense sensations shot through his member from the sexual friction.
When he pushed her head back, he pulled his hips back, until only his cock head was in her mouth. Then he would pull her back to him.
As his passion mounted, and the heat of his rod grew, he thrust faster and harder. He fucked her mouth like he would fuck a pussy.
Bill whispered to Granger, "Why don't you come all over her face?"
William Granger and Ellen were alone inside his locked office. But Bill was a voice which was locked inside Granger's head.
Bill had been with him ever since he was a kid. Sometimes Bill gave him good advice, but more often, Bill urged him to do bad things.
William Granger was a solid, respectable citizen. But when Bill took over, wild things happened, things which Granger would remember with horror.
Now, Bill was at it again, urging Granger to go too far.
Bill was perverse. He loved to dominate and degrade. Why, it was Bill who had gotten him involved with Lewis and Jack.
Granger wouldn't couldn't come on Ellen's face. She wasn't that type of girl. She was a nice girl, a good girl, basically, not a tramp.
"That's what you think," Bill said slyly. Of course, since Bill was just a voice inside the head of William Granger, nobody could hear him but Granger.
"Go on, do it for a kick," Bill said, "for a thrill. Look at her, down on her knees. That's where she belongs. Show her who's boss-she'll love it!"
Granger shook his head. He looked down to see if Ellen had noticed, but her eyes were again closed as she continued to suck his cock.
Saliva oozed out of the corners of her mouth, spilling on her chin, wetting it, making it shine. Granger was able to thrust deep now.
He glanced over on his desk. A pair of framed photographs faced him.
One was of his wife, Felicia. She was a sleekly elegant bitch, a cold beauty with green eyes and ash-blonde hair and aristocratic bones.
The other photo was of the love of his life and the light of his heart his teenage daughter, Barbie.
Barbara was her given name, but only her mother persisted in calling her that. To everybody else, her relatives and friends, she was Barbie.
She was a lovely girl, a stunner. It was not blind paternal pride which made Granger say this. Barbie was a real beauty.
Some of her mother's good looks could be seen in the girl, but where Felicia was cool and withdrawn, Barbie was warm, outgoing.
It was a fine photo of the teenager. It was in color, so the blonde highlights in her thick brown hair could be seen, and the rich deep brown of her wide innocent eyes, and the strawberry redness of her wide lips.
She wore no make-up, but her natural beauty was far superior to that which is merely the product of artfully applied cosmetics.
The picture was a facial portrait, and as such did not show the breathtaking nubility of her vixen's body.
Barbie's body was a topic that he didn't want to think of at this moment. There was one subject where Bill, the invisible voice, was really obsessed.
For God's sake, she was his daughter! He'd have to be stark staring mad to do to Barbie the wicked things which Bill demanded that he do!
Granger mentally resisted. He couldn't help thinking of Barbie during the summer, when she would come home after a day at the pool, dressed in that skimpy bikini....
No he wouldn't think of such things. He wouldn't think of the times he had glimpsed her through a crack in her bedroom door, dressed only in bra and panties.
And most of all, he would not forget the time he saw her climbing out of a bath.
The memory was like a dream. The bathroom was hot, steamy, hazy. He was alone in the house with Barbie, and he had spied on her.
Bill commanded him to take a look. Almost always, Granger resisted Bill in anything the voice said to do relating to his daughter.
Not that time, though. Granger knelt and peeped through the keyhole of the bathroom door, and had seen his daughter rise naked from the bath.
Barbie had looked like Venus rising from the sea-foam.
Her hair was pinned to the top of her head. Her body was all wet and dripping, bathwater running down her bare breasts, her flat belly, her crotch.
Her eyes were glazed, dreamy. Her lips were parted, her mouth open. Her body was all fresh and scrubbed and pink, her lush breasts bouncing.
She was of medium height, long-legged, with a surprisingly full bust. Her breasts and buttocks were lushly endowed, while her waist was thin, narrow.
Her nipples were stiff. They must have gotten that way in the bath. The nipples were surrounded by wide pink rosettes.
Her breasts were high and firm, despite their heaviness. Barbie was years younger than Ellen, but her bosom was almost as full.
Her bush was dark, a shade of rich chestnut brown. It was sopping wet from the bath, and droplets were beaded on the tangled hairs.
Barbie's pussy was a thin-lipped pink slit, with delicate, exquisite labia, a flower of flesh which made his heart hammer in his chest when he saw it.
Barbie had reached for a towel, scallops of white frothy foam from the bubble bath clinging to her sleek body.
That was when William Granger had snapped out of the erotic trance. How in God's name could he explain himself if Barbie caught him spying on her?
She loved her daddy, yes, but how much?
"I know how you can find out," Bill hinted. "Go to her at night and-"
William Granger wouldn't listen to the voice of Bill. He mentally shut his mind to him, and concentrated on Ellen.
The thought of naked Barbie rising from her bath made him come.
He felt like he was being turned inside-out. His cock was buried deep in Ellen's mouth, her throat flexing against his flesh.
Her eyes bulged when she felt him coming. His cock twitched on her tongue. He groaned as semen jetted from his cock head, splashing on the back of her throat.
Ellen held his bare hips, her palms sweaty, her grip tightening as he came in her mouth. He held her head firmly in place.
She gulped his come as it spurted from the cock head, swallowing it down so that it glided down her gullet, thick and slow like honey.
Granger fondled her hair, caressed her, whispered gasping words of love to her. He shook from the force of his orgasm.
The spurting flow of semen faded to a thin trickle. He kept his cock in her mouth long after he stopped coming. He held her and fondled her hair.
At last, he pulled out. New thrills raced along his orgasm-sensitized member as it glided over her smooth wet lips.
His cock head came free from her lips. A strand of semen clung to the tip. Ellen had to suck it down her throat to keep it from falling on her blouse.
Granger sighed heavily. He flopped down in his executive-style swivel chair. He looked down fondly on the girl kneeling in front of him, but his thoughts were far away. He wondered what Barbie was doing.
While he thought about his daughter, Barbie's pants were being taken down.
Barbie was supposed to be in school, in her fifth period geometry class. But she was in the bedroom of Caroline, her best friend and latest female lover.
Both girls had cut school. Caroline was old enough to drive, and her father had given her a car when she reached the legal age.
Caroline was seventeen, a senior in high school. Barbie was a year younger.
Both of Caroline's parents worked during the day, so the house was empty, except for the two girls who were kissing on Caroline's bed.
It was the typical room of a teenage girl. Posters of rock stars papered the walls. Cosmetics and stuffed toy animals shared space on the dresser.
Caroline had dark black hair, long and straight, which fell past her shoulders. Her face was wide and striking, with high cheekbones and sharp features.
Caroline was long and lean. She wore a long-sleeved black blouse and a pair of skin-tight faded jeans. Ankle-high boots completed her outfit.
Barbie, while being of medium height, and perhaps an inch or two taller than the average for girls her age (Felicia, her mother, was very tall), but Caroline was almost half a head taller than the younger girl.
Barbie wore a long-sleeved white blouse with a frilly lace collar. Brand-new designer jeans were wrapped around her lower body.
Her light brown hair, shot through with blonde highlights, brushed her shoulders. The ends of the hair curled upward in a little flip.
Her skin was smooth, clear, unblemished, glowing with health and now, lust, since Caroline's caresses had stimulated her.
Hanging heavy in the air was the pungent jungle aroma of the joint which the girls had just finished smoking. The roach lay in the ashtray.
The radio was on, playing background music, soft rock. Caroline reluctantly disengaged herself from Barbie and stood up. She crossed to the window and pulled down the shade. The room dimmed, becoming more intimate.
Barbie swung her legs off the bed, placing her feet on the floor. She kicked off her loafers, which she had worn with no socks.
Her small feet were a fetishist's dream. They were tiny, delicate, with cute little toes whose nails were painted a glossy pink color.
Caroline returned to Barbie, who sat at the bed's edge. Caroline put her hands on Barbie's shoulder. Barbie closed her eyes and sighed.
She rested her cheek on the back of Caroline's hand. Caroline caressed the girl's face. Barbie pressed her wide puckered lips on the hand, kissing it.
Barbie stuck out her tongue. Her eyes still closed, she ran the tongue over the brunette's fingers, licking them.
Caroline giggled. She let her hands drop down the front of Barbie's blouse, touching the mounds of flesh jiggling in her bra.
The nipples stiffened at Caroline's fondling touch. Caroline softly, gently kneaded and squeezed the mounds of flesh, caressing them through the blouse.
She opened the top button of the blouse, then the next, and the next ... when she had unbuttoned the blouse to Barbie's waist, she pulled the shirttails out of the top of Barbie's jeans. Barbie pulled off the blouse.
The jutting fleshy pebbles which were her nipples pressed against the lacey pink cups of the bra which she wore for modesty and not support.
Her breasts were large, and the rounded swelling tops of them jiggled as Caroline ran her hands over them, caressing them.
Caroline placed her palm in the hollow between Barbie's breasts and pushed the girl down on her back on the bed. Caroline reached for her.
She popped open the snap which held Barbie's jeans shut. She pulled down the zipper, exposing the pink satin panties which the girl wore.
Barbie rocked back on her shoulders, arching her back and lifting her buttocks from the mattress so Caroline could pull down the jeans.
The jeans were so tight that it was as if they were painted on. Caroline really had to pull to get them down off Barbie's lush hips.
Then the tops of the pants moved past her bottom, and they came off easily enough. Caroline pulled them off Barbie's feet and dropped them on the floor.
Barbie reached out, squeezed Caroline's hip. "Take off your clothes, too."
"In a minute, love after I've got you all naked."
Barbie sat up so Caroline could take off her bra. Caroline unhooked the back strap and slid the shoulder straps down Barbie's arms.
She pulled the lacey cups off Barbie's breasts. The globes of soft flesh tumbled free from the confines of the bra cups, jiggling.
Barbie's flesh was a pale pink, contrasting with the deep pink of her nipples and rosettes, the dusky pink of her delicate pussy lips, and the ripe red richness of her wide-lipped mouth, which now was open and softly moaning.
"Take off your clothes now!" Barbie pulled Caroline's blouse clear from her pants.
"All right." Caroline took hold of the hem of the blouse and pulled it off body and cast it aside, so she was naked from the waist up.
She wore no bra. Her firm breasts were a little smaller than pears, and had a similar shape. Her bosom was much smaller than that of Barbie.
Caroline's nipples and rosettes were a very dark, almost brown shade of pink.
In their normal state, her nipples were very long and thin. Now that they were stiffly erect from sexual arousal, they were longer still.
Caroline kicked off her boots. She opened her pants and took them down. She didn't wear panties, cither. She was naked under her jeans.
She was long and lithe, supple. Her hipbones jutted. Her ass was one of her best features, with high firm buttocks, white shining globes.
Caroline was pale, very pale, so that her flesh was like ivory. Her thick bush was as coal black as the hair on her head.
She stepped out of the jeans which were heaped around her feet, and joined Barbie on the bed. The girls reached for each other.
Caroline stretched her long-legged body on top of Barbie, rolling the younger girl so that she lay flat on her back.
Her legs were tangled with Barbie's. Caroline's high firm breasts rubbed Barbie's soft lush bosom, the pairs of stiff nipples occasionally grazing.
Caroline crushed her lips against Barbie's. The girls rubbed tongues while their smooth soft warm bodies rubbed each other.
Caroline covered Barbie's face with hot kisses. Barbie lay back, closing her eyes, sighing through her parted lips as Caroline worked her way down to her breasts.
Caroline kissed first one of Barbie's stiff nipples, then the other. Each erect pink point throbbed when Caroline's thin puckered lips pressed it.
Caroline pushed Barbie's breasts together, plumping them up even more than normal. She nuzzled the breasts, rubbing her face against them.
She worked her way down Barbie's body, licking a line from the center of her breasts to her navel.
Caroline lowered her head to kiss Barbie's pussy. Barbie told her to move around on the bed so that she could do Caroline.
Caroline crawled on her hands and knees, changing position. Her small breasts dangled, shaking softly. Caroline knelt up at Barbie's head.
She knelt facing Barbie's feet. She placed her bony knees on either side of the head. Her pussy was poised over Barbie's eager face.
Barbie reached up, wrapped her hands around Caroline's hips, and pulled her down.
Barbie's upturned, sassy little snub nose was tickled by the downy hairs of Caroline's thick bush. The older girl's pussy was much hairier.
Barbie loved it. Caroline teased her by just scraping her pussy against Barbie's face, then pulling it out of reach.
Tiring of the little game, Caroline lowered her pussy on Barbie's open mouth. Her pussy lips touched down on Barbie's parted red lips.
Caroline's labia split and spread, exposing wet, slippery pink membranes. Barbie was enveloped in the wet warmth of the older teen's pussy.
Caroline was wet. Her juices smeared on Barbie's face. The rich aroma of her was thick in Barbie's nostrils, making her lightheaded, dizzy.
She thrust her tongue upward, entering Caroline. Caroline moaned and wiggled her hips. Barbie glided the tongue along the inner pussy walls.
Caroline leaned forward, pressing her pussy even harder against Barbie's open mouth. Her hands pushed Barbie's smooth rounded thighs apart.
Barbie spread her legs. She still wore her panties. Caroline slipped her hands inside them, playing with the silken curls of Barbie's bush.
Barbie lifted her buttocks when Caroline pulled the panties down. The brunette rolled the panties off Barbie's naked bottom.
The panties rolled down the teen's smooth warm thighs, down her calves, and off her feet, to flutter to the floor.
Caroline pressed her face against Barbie's naked pussy. She nuzzled the tiny tufted bush, rubbing her cheeks against it.
Her mouth watered. Caroline pressed her puckered lips against the labia. The pussy lips quivered as Caroline covered them with kisses.
Caroline stuck out her tongue. Her face was creased from the pleasure which Barbie's burrowing tongue was giving her now she would return the favor.
She pressed her tongue tip against the labia and dipped it inside Barbie. The girl's pussy was a honey-pot, simmering with tangy juices.
Caroline lapped the juices, which tingled on her tongue. Her tongue rode upward to the top of Barbie's slit, probing for the clitoris.
Barbie moaned, the vibrations rippling through Caroline's pussy. Caroline shook her hips forward, backward, and sideways, grinding her pussy against Barbie's mouth.
Now Barbie pressed her tongue tip against Caroline's clitoris, a throbbing button of flesh. She whipped her tongue across it.
The dimly shadowed bedroom was filled with soft sighs and gentle liquid sucking sounds. The nubile teens writhed in delight.
Caroline's long black hair spilled over Barbie's soft hips as she worked her tongue back and forth across the pulsing clitoris of the beauty.
Presently their oral lovemaking rewarded them both with intense climaxes.
"The acorn doesn't fall very far from the tree" so goes the old saying. If Barbie was the acorn, then Felicia, her mother, was the tree.
Felicia Granger was busy proving the truth of that old saying in her search for new thrills. The young lust which simmered and seethed in Barbie's nubile body had blossomed into full-grown decadence in her mother.
Felicia Granger was at the stylish apartment of her new friend, the exotic and predatory Maria, a handsome brunette.
It was Maria who had made all the arrangements for this afternoon session. She had given Felicia the idea, but Felicia was more than willing to act it out.
Felicia was going to sell her body to a strange man.
She didn't do it for the money. Felicia had more money than she knew what to do with. No, she was doing it for the novelty of the forbidden thrill.
She was a mature female, but she was lovely. She was icily elegant, high-breasted, long-legged, impeccably tailored.
Maria's apartment was on the 35th floor of a towering building. Maria, Felicia, and Leo sat in the living room, waiting for the session to begin.
Felicia wore a simple, stylish pale green dress, the color of sea-foam. Her high firm breasts thrust against the front of her garment.
Its hem came down past her knees. Deliberately she crossed her legs. The skirt's hem rode up on her sleekly stockinged thighs, giving Leo a good look.
He was in his middle fifties, a big man. His thick black hair, combed straight back from his forehead, was flecked with gray.
All the same, his virility was undiminished. It burned hotly as his eyes fed on Felicia's cool blonde loveliness.
His face was square-shaped, with a big nose, thick eyebrows, and a wide, thin-lipped mouth. He was clean-shaven, with deeply tanned flesh.
Leo had broad shoulders, thick arms, a swelling barrel chest. He had a belly, but it was solid, just like the rest of him.
He wore a custom-made suit. A diamond glinted on his pinky ring when he lifted his drink to his mouth. He stared over the rim of the glass at Felicia.
Maria sat in an armchair between the two of them. Maria was some five years older than Felicia, but hard living had weathered her face.
She had high arched brows, fierce dark eyes, a hawk-like nose, and wide full lips. A dress as black as a raven's wing sheathed her buxom body.
When Felicia crossed her legs, Leo caught a flashing glimpse of the black lace panties which covered her sex. His mouth watered.
Maria looked from Leo to Felicia, then back again. It was time for her to make her exit. Leo put down his drink when he saw her get up.
Felicia was excited. She glanced at the big man. He was big, built like a gorilla. There was a huge bulge in the crotch of his trousers.
Leo rose. Maria said, "I'll show you where the bedroom is."
Leo said, "That'll be fine." Felicia put her feet on the floor and stood up. Her expressionless face masked tremendous internal excitement.
There were a number of rooms spreading out from the living room. Felicia and Leo followed Maria into a small room with a big bed.
Leo reached into his pocket, took out a bulging wallet, removed money from it. The crisp new bills crackled as he handled them.
Felicia's nipples tingled. A warm wetness spread inside her pussy. Her stomach was knotted with tension. She looked down at her feet to hide her feelings.
This was an important part. Felicia was enthralled by the commercial transaction of actually selling herself. It was a kinky thrill.
Maria had asked her earlier how she wanted her to arrange the matter of payment. She could have done it discreetly, with the money changing hands out of Felicia's sight. But Felicia would have none of that.
She wanted to see the money, the price for her body and the use thereof. Maria knew that Felicia was in this for the kicks, not for the cash.
Leo looked from Felicia to Maria. "Which one of you gets this?"
"I do." Maria took the money from him, not bothering to count it. She knew Leo, knew he could be trusted. She made the money disappear.
"Thank you, Leo, darling," she cooed. "Now, I'll just make myself absent and leave the two of you alone to, er, get acquainted."
As she moved toward the door, she patted Felicia's shoulder, giving it a reassuring little squeeze. But she wasn't worried she knew Felicia would do just fine.
Maria was a shrewd judge of people. Felicia Granger had the sleekly elegant good looks of an aristocrat, but she had the soul of a whore.
Maria stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her.
Felicia felt a sense of finality when the lock of the closing door clicked into place. She was totally committed now, with no turning back.
She turned to face Leo. His hot eyes undressed her. He looked her over from head to toe, nodding with satisfaction, smiling.
"You're one classy looking lady, Felicia," he said.
"Thank you," Felicia said. She tried to keep her voice carefully controlled, but it quavered with excitement. "This is the first time I've ever done this sort of thing."
"You'll do fine. We'll start off with a little kiss, eh." It was a statement, not a question. His broad arms wrapped around her.
He was tall, almost half a head taller than Felicia. He was a big bear of a man, and she felt slight and small and frail in his powerful embrace.
He pulled her to him. She molded her body to his, pressing her stiff-nippled breasts against the white front of his shirt which covered his chest.
He put his hand under her chin, tilting her head back for a kiss. She closed her eyes, parted her lips. He covered her mouth with his.
His mouth was hot, urgent, demanding. He shoved his tongue inside her mouth, exploring it, rubbing her tongue, tasting her.
She leaned into him, rubbing her hips against his crotch. She could feel his stiffly aroused maleness throbbing against her through the thin fabric of her dress.
Leo's big hands were the work-hardened hands of a man who's done hard labor in his day, strong hands, powerful.
They drifted down the elegant curve of Felicia's long back to rest on her rounded buttocks, a pair of lush globes. He patted, then squeezed them.
He continued kissing her while he fondled her bottom. He clutched her rump, each hand grasping a soft buttock, kneading them constantly.
He cupped her ass cheeks, lifted them, separated them. He pressed his groin against her, his tongue pressing hers, tasting her saliva.
Finally he broke off the embrace, his lips wet with her saliva. Breathlessly Felicia asked him if he wanted her to undress.
He wanted to take off her clothes personally. He put his hands on her shoulders, turning her so that she presented her back to him.
He pulled down the zipper of her dress, opening it to the small of her back. He saw the back strap of the bra which she wore.
He pulled the dress down to her waist. Felicia squirmed her hips from side to side as he tugged the dress down off them. It fell down her long legs.
Felicia wore a black bra, garter belt, panties, stockings, and high heels. Maria had advised her on the choice of lingerie to wear for the session.
Leo slipped his hand down inside her panties so he could feel the bare flesh of her bottom. Her fine-grained flesh felt like satin.
He unhooked the bra, slipped the straps off her smooth white shoulders. Felicia's skin was pale and creamy, glowing, unblemished.
He reached around to the front of her to pull the cups off her breasts. The breasts were full and firm. with dark pinkish-brown nipples which were stiff.
Leo cupped her breasts, fondling them in his fingers, rubbing and lightly pinching the nipples. He pressed his groin against her backside.
He took hold of her panties and pulled them down. The panties rustled against the dark nylons she wore as they fluttered to her slender ankles.
Felicia stepped out of the panties, a cool blonde in black lingerie. Her body was in excellent condition, and would have been the proud possession of a woman half her age. Her hips were wide and womanly, without a trace of fat.
Keeping in shape was a fulltime job for a woman of her age. Rigorous dieting and grueling workouts at the health spa were part of her daily routine.
Her bush was the color of wet sand. It was fluffy and fleecy, with neatly trimmed edges. Her pussy lips were dark and dusky pinkish-brown.
Leo handled her. He cupped her breasts in his palms, lifting them as though he was weighing them. He stroked the breasts, fondled the nipples.
He touched her taut flat tummy, squeezed the curve of her hips, toyed with the flounces of lace attached to the garter belt.
His palms rustled against the sleek dark nylons sheathing her long legs as he caressed her thighs. He reached between her legs.
Felicia rested her hands on his big broad shoulders as she spread her feet wide apart, opening herself up to him.
Black hair, soft and furry, covered the backs of his hands. He rubbed the smooth soft flesh emerging from the tops of her nylons.
His thick fingers stroked her pussy Felicia gasped. Leo grinned. He told her to lay down on the bed, that he would undress himself.
While he was taking his clothes off, he told her to show him how she played with her pussy. Felicia climbed on the mattress.
She leaned back against the headboard of the bed, its polished wood feeling cool and slick against her heated flesh. She shook with eagerness.
She spread her stockinged legs wide apart. Her hips looked especially white thanks to the contrasting black lingerie and stockings.
She put her hand between her legs and fondled her pussy.
Her labia were sensitive. Her long fingers glided over them, stroking heat into the quivering pussy lips, which slowly grew darker in color.
She kept one hand working between her legs, while her other hand reached up to manipulate and fondle her breasts, concentrating on her stiff nipples.
Leo liked that. He kept his gaze locked on her while she masturbated. His shoulders, arms, back, and torso were covered with thick black hair.
Muscles rippled in his flesh. He kicked off his shoes and socks, opened his pants, tugged pants and shorts down off his wide hips.
His penis was in proportion to the rest of him. It was stiffly erect, of course, and jutted from his hips like a flesh colored broomstick.
Felicia kept her place and didn't stare at him, but she glanced frequently from her lowered eyes at the impressive rod of flesh sported by Leo.
Leo stepped out of his clothes, so that he was naked. His member bobbed as he padded barefoot to the bed's head, reaching for Felicia.
He put his hand on hers, guiding it between his legs to his cock. Felicia's fingers closed on the cock. It was stiff and blazed hotly.
The rod of flesh throbbed at her touch. Felicia squeezed it gently, then ran her fingers along the shaft, tracing the pattern of fat blue veins.
Her fingers reached his balls, which were tight and swollen in the sac. Leo grunted lust as she carefully, almost delicately fondled his balls.
The mattress sagged under his weight when he climbed on. He rolled Felicia on her back, so that she lay stretched out on the bed.
Then he mounted her, rolling on top of her, pinning her with his weight.
His hot rod prodded her bare flesh. His strong thick legs were tangled with her long stockinged limbs. His mouth roamed over her breasts.
He had a hot, greedy mouth. He licked and kissed her trembling breasts. Felicia caressed his broad hairy shoulders, rubbing and squeezing them.
He wrapped his open lips around her nipple, sucking it inside his mouth. The nipple throbbed strongly against the smooth insides of his puckered lips.
He ran his tongue across the nipple. He licked and sucked one nipple, then took it out of his mouth so he could devote equal time to the other nipple.
Soon both of Felicia's shaking breasts were shiny with saliva, as was Leo's face. Leo rolled to the side of her, so he could reach more of her.
Felicia closed her eyes. Yes, this was just as kinkily exciting as she had hoped for. There was something essentially sordid about it that thrilled her.
She thought of the respectable ladies in her set, the ladies she lunched and drank with at the country club and the tennis courts and the afternoon society teas.
She would have liked to see their shocked faces if they could watch what she was doing, being roughly, demandingly taken to a total stranger.
Felicia needed scenes like this. Her sexual thermostat had always been set high, and in recent years it took more and stronger sensations to get through to her.
That was what was perfect about Maria. Unlike the suburbanites Felicia generally associated with, Maria knew what it was like to lust after thrills.
And Maria was also doing well in her half of the bargain. Felicia was a mature adult female of a rare kind an upper-class, uptown type, sophisticated, educated, hardly the type to be found in arrangements like this.
Leo lay on his side. In that position he could toy with her breasts and her pussy simultaneously. He reached for her sex.
His blunt thick fingers felt and fondled her pussy lips. He rubbed them roughly, forcing excited little gasps from Felicia.
The tip of his middle finger pressed her pussy lips, then pushed inside. She was wet, and her juices seethed around the invading finger.
He pushed deeper, penetrating. Felicia moaned as she was filled by his finger, which he buried in her pussy to the knuckle.
He wiggled his finger around inside her. Her pussy walls were slick, slippery, and dripping. He thrust his finger in and out.
She responded as he finger-fucked her. She rocked her hips on the bed. His other hand, the one not feeling her pussy, fondled her breasts.
When he took his finger out of her, it was wet. He stuck it in his mouth, sucked it clean, then smacked his lips approvingly at the taste of her.
He smeared saliva on his hand and rubbed it between his legs. He took more saliva and he rubbed that on the swollen head of his cock.
Saliva, thick and gooey, dripped from his penis as he mounted her. He held himself on his elbows and knees, then reached under himself to grab his cock.
Holding the rod, he guided it to her pussy. She squirmed as the hot rod rubbed her pussy lips. He pressed into her, lowering himself down.
The fleshy wedge of his cock head parted her pussy lips, splitting and spreading the dusky, glowing labia, exposing the shiny wet pink inside.
His cock head tilled her, stretching her membranes, forcing them to make room.
Breathless squeals were forced out of Felicia as his cock entered. He was a big man no doubt about that. His cock must have been close to eight inches long.
Not only was it long and hard, it was also thick. Felicia's moaning face was contorted with an expression which mingled pleasure with pain.
Leo penetrated her, groaning from the sweetness of having his hot hard rod enveloped by her slippery warm wetness. He pushed deeper.
The red shaft of his cock slowly sank inside her, forcing deeper and longer sighs from
Felicia with each inch of flesh that filled her.
Leo loved the sexual friction of his cock gliding over the hot wet velvet of her membranes. Felicia was tight, very tight inside.
Her sighs turned to squeals when his rod sank as deep as it could go into her. Leo wrapped his hands around her hips and held on tight.
He started thrusting. His belly slapped her flat tummy as he thrust in and out.
Felicia responded, arching her back, rocking her hips, meeting his thrusts. He drove hard into her, trying to hammer her through the mattress, it seemed.
Lach deep thrusting stroke made his cock glow redder and hotter. The member trembled inside her, fat veins throbbing against her pussy walls.
Felicia felt crushed under his weight, but it was a good feeling, since it added to her feeling of being overpowered, dominated, and ravished.
She whispered, "Give it to me rough I like it rough!"
Leo grinned, flashing white teeth. He caressed her sweating forehead, then took hold of her hair, wrapping the Fine silken strands in his grip.
He twisted them, yanking them by the roots, making her cry out.
His cock was planted deep inside her. He slapped her face with casual brutality, slaps which were more degrading and insulting than actually painful.
That was what Felicia needed, all right. She felt like she was going to come in about two seconds. She wrapped her arms around his broad sweating back.
Leo hammered into her, concerned only with his own pleasure. His fleshy buttocks were tightly clenched as he drove his cock deep and hard.
At last, heaving and gasping for breath, sweat streaming down his wide thick featured face, Leo drove his cock deep and kept it there.
The member trembled. Suddenly semen jetted from the cock head. It came in thick gushing spurts which were pumped into her pussy.
Felicia's pussy lips were irritated by the rough friction of his cock. Her membranes felt equally tender from the vigorous fucking she had gotten.
Now, the semen spurted from the cock, soaking into her heated flesh, cooling and soothing it like some ointment.
Leo shivered and moaned when he came. When he stopped trembling, he collapsed on her body, gasping for breath, wheezing heavily.
Leo rested, but not for long. Felicia felt his hardness inside her, twitching and trembling, but still staying as hard as it had been before he came.
Blinking his eyes to clear the sweat from them, Leo pulled out of her. The red rod of his cock shone with semen as he withdrew it.
Felicia moaned as the rod was retracted from inside her. Leo gasped from the sweet friction of his cock gliding over her semen-soaked pussy.
His fat swollen cock head came free of her pussy with a liquid popping sound.
"So you like it rough, huh? That's fine with me, bitch," Leo said.
He stepped off the mattress, stood on the floor by the bedside. His cock was stiff, red, shining with semen, semi-erect.
Felicia squealed as he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him, caveman style. Come oozed from her quivering, heated pussy lips.
He forced her to kneel facing him, her stockinged legs folded under her. He pulled her head to him, so that his cock head was inches from her face.
"Suck it."
Felicia opened her mouth. Leo jammed his cock inside. He pulled her head toward him as his member entered her mouth.
His rod filled her mouth. He jammed it so deep that the cock head bumped the soft tissues at the back of her throat, choking her.
Felicia's face reddened and her eyes bulged. Leo held her head in his hands and rocked back and forth, pumping his rod into her mouth.
Felicia sucked it as best she could. She really didn't have to respond Loc was doing all the work, fucking her mouth as roughly as he had done to her pussy.
She kept choking and gasping, but Leo kept forcing it in. She was frightened by his roughness, but her nipples throbbed harder than ever with sexual frenzy.
She thought he would force her to suck him off, but she was wrong. His cock, which had been semi-erect, had stiffened to its full hardness the second it was inserted into her mouth. Saliva and semen oiled the rod.
Leo pulled it out of her mouth. Felicia dared hope that he would come on her face, shooting all over it. That would be deliciously degrading.
What she got was even more than she had bargained for.
Leo's cock dripped with her saliva, bobbing, jiggling. He pushed her back on the bed, forcing her to lay down on her stomach.
A wild sense of sick excitement filled her. He took some pillows and jammed them under her belly. She was on her knees, her stockinged legs folded.
Her arms stretched out in front of her. She lifted her head, her fine ash-blonde hair sifting across her fearful, stimulated face.
She whispered, "What what are you going to do to me?! "
He put his hand on her head and pushed her face down into the mattress, silencing her. "You ask too many questions. Shut up."
He mounted the bed behind her. His stiff cock pointed at the high ripe moons of her ass, which were satiny globes of smooth full flesh.
Beneath those globes could be seen her exquisite pussy lips, the labia all reddish-pink from the sexual friction of the fucking, glistening with his semen.
He put his hand under her and moved her folded legs so her thighs were spread far apart. Roughly he squeezed and pinched her pussy lips.
She buried her face in her outstretched arms. She knew what he was going to do.
He took hold of her quivering buttocks, clenching one in each strong hand, digging his thick gripping fingers into the flesh.
He pried her ass cheeks apart, spreading them to the sides, opening them up. He exposed her quivering little brown anus, a rosebud of flesh.
Her white ass looked twice as luscious and lewd, thanks to the black garter belt and the dark nylons which she wore.
Leo held two fingers together and shoved them into her pussy. She groaned as she was penetrated. He scooped out a fat dollop of his own come.
Taking the semen, he smeared it in the crack of her ass, stuffing it inside her anus. His finger pushed into the wrinkled brown folds.
Felicia shook and shivered with wild lust. An obedient lady, she kept her face hidden in her arms, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Leo smeared saliva on his cock head. Inching close to her on his knees, he gripped his red rod below its swollen head, holding it below the rim.
He pressed the tip of his cock against the wrinkled brown folds of her ass-hole. He kept on pressing, using his cock as a wedge of flesh.
Felicia grunted and groaned under the steady, relentless pressure. The hole was slowly widened, the wrinkled folds smoothing out.
The bullet shaped cock head fit inside the anal ring, stretching it. Felicia jerked her head up, but he reached across her back and held it down.
She tried to relax. She had been fucked in the ass before, but not very often. She felt like she was being split down the middle.
Leo impaled her on his rod of flesh. He pushed into her, grunting and groaning, sweat streaming from his face as he worked to penetrate.
Felicia bit her lip to keep from shrieking when his cock head pushed past the tight and tiny anal ring. Now he was inside her.
After he had forced his knobbed cock head inside her ass, the rest of the penetration was relatively easy. He sank his shaft inside her.
Gripping her narrow hips, he corkscrewed his cock inside her.
He worked his rod as deep into her as she could take it. She was whining and whimpering, her shoulders shaking with soft sobs.
He ignored her. He put his cock deep into her ass. It was incredibly tight, and pressed his rod with steady pressure that thrilled him.
Her ass was hot, tight, and creamy. He took hold of her squirming hips and thrust back and forth, gliding his cock across her sensitive membranes.
When he pushed deep, her stretched anal ring pressed his cock shaft, the base of it. Then he would pull back, watching the cock emerge from inside.
He never pulled out past the knobbed cock head, which he kept planted deep inside her. He fucked her slow and deep, taking his time.
Each stroke against her sensitive membranes increased the heat of his cock. At last he sank his shaft as deep as he could, and ejaculated.
His cock throbbed inside her, pumping semen into her vitals, spurting it inside her. Leo shook and sweated like a wild man.
Finally, after he had recovered from the effects of the orgasm and caught his breath, he pulled out of her.
Felicia lay motionless in the position in which he had left her. Leo padded into the bathroom. Soon there was the sound of the shower running.
Felicia did not move. She floated off in some private world of her own. Soon she felt semen oozing out of the folds of her ass, trickling down her crotch.
Leo came out of the shower and got dressed. He said nothing. Felicia was silent. When he was fully dressed, he leaned over the bed and squeezed her ass.
"That was good." He pressed something in the crack of her ass.
After he left, Felicia discovered that he had left a rolled-up hundred dollar bill in her bottom cleft something extra over the agreed price to show his appreciation.
Later, Felicia confided to Maria that she should have paid him she had gotten her new thrills, and then some.