Chapter 4
Lance was still sitting behind his desk, his brow furrowed in intense concentration, when Maria Reese entered and half sat, half reclined on the long sofa against the wall. Lance did not look at her, but sat with his palms together and stared scowling at the ceiling.
"Well, what do you think?" Maria asked, her free leg swinging suggestively. "Think he'll sign?"
'Think he'll sign?" Lance repeated, chuckling. "After that screwing you gave him any man with the means would sign. Yes, he signed. What I'm concerned about is the two of you becoming too lovey-dovey. Also, I'm trying to determine just where the man is vulnerable. It's difficult, you see, blackmailing a man who leads a fairly moral fife. Particularly when he isn't married. I mean, he doesn't have anything to lose community-property wise if he's single, does he? I'd say we'll have to attack him on the business level, but I'm not sure just how to go about it." Lance Gregory sighed and ran his hands through his dark, long, "styled" hair. "Well, I'll think of something as we go along."
"Yes, I'm sure you will," Maria said. "You-you're really determined to stick Vern Shipley, too?" Lance shook his head, raised his eyebrows in amazement. "My darling, the idea is to stick them all. That's where the real money comes from. You don't think this firm could survive on just the fees we make legitimately, do you? Hell, after I pay all you high-class whores the profit is nearly all eaten up!"
Maria pursed her lips. "Tsk tsk," she said, making kissing sounds. "Poor baby." Maria stood then and paced the spacious office. "What did you mean by your lovey-dovey' remark," she said finally.
"Just what I said," Lance said. "My God! You certainly put your all into fucking and sucking him."
"He sucked me, too," Maria said, sarcastically correcting her boss.
"Yes, he certainly did," Lance agreed unhappily. "Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting."
"That's what you get when you insist on spying on people making love," Maria said. "It's supposed to be a rather personal affair."
"Oh, listen to Miss Fancy Ass," Lance said. "Before I taught you how to be a lady-how to read practically-you were making the orgy scene for money. Now you give me that 'sex should be a personal affair' crap. Don't make me laugh."
Maria whirled, then calmed herself down. "You have helped me tremendously, Lance, and I'll always be indebted to you for that. I'm only saying that when you spy on people making love, you deserve whatever you get."
Lance put up both hands in front of his chest. "All right," he said. "All right. Let's not fight about it. I was a bit jealous, and I admit it. I'm sorry."
Maria smiled her Kim Novak smile. "Did you nearly get your eye put out when he went over and touched the painting? I didn't believe it when he started poking at that picture. He's pretty perceptive.
You have to admit that. I mean, to locate the only peephole in the place takes a good instinct for such things."
Lance nodded. "Yeah, he scared the shit out of me there for a second. Perceptive? Not particularly. He was just lucky. I don't think he really knew there was a hole in the eye of that painting."
Maria shrugged. "Well, he signed," she said. "That's the main thing. Are you trying to tell me you don't want me to make love to Vernon Shipley or something?"
"No, I didn't say that," Lance said. "I simply meant I didn't want you to get involved. It-it's bad business policy."
Again Maria smiled her special smile, this time with a hint of humor washing over her lovely features. "Why would you think we'd get involved?"
"Hah, just take my word for it," Lance said. "There are special vibes between you two. I could feel it the instant you met. Admit it. It's true, isn't it?"
Maria's face remained expressionless now. "Oh, I don't know," she said noncommittally.
"Come here," Lance Gregory said, swiveling his chair to the side. "I said to come here!"
Frowning, Maria obediently walked slowly to the spot at which Lance Gregory was pointing. She stood behind his desk, staring down at him then.
"Get down on your knees," Lance commanded.
"Lance, please. I-I'm awfully tired right now and-"
"Goddamit, get down on your knees, slut! I made you what you are and don't you ever forget it!"
Dutifully, Maria knelt and let Lance take her cheeks in his hands. He jerked her neck so that she was staring up into those steely, gray eyes. "Listen and listen good, sugar," Lance said. "You're mine to do with as I please-anytime I please. You're going to give daddy a nice little blow job, and you're going to put your heart and soul in it-just the way you did for that Vernon Shipley ass hole."
Lance unzipped his fly, reached inside his pants and withdrew his flaccid penis. He waved it back and forth then, carefully watching Maria's expression. Maria swallowed. Her cheeks were tired from nursing on Vern Shipley's prick. She felt spent sexually. She would give anything not to meet her boss's demands, but he did seem determined. He had such an enormous prick and sometimes he took forever, it seemed, to come.
"M-My lips are awfully tired, Lance," she whined. "Couldn't we do this tomorrow?" She ran her hand up the insides of his legs. "I mean, you know I like to do that to you, dear, but I am terribly, terribly tired."
"Bullshit!" Lance spat. "You'll suck my dick same as always. For as long as I like and exactly the way I say. Understand?" He gave her hair a tug. She winced, mewing, "All right, dear. I just thought you might prefer it tomorrow when I could give you my very best."
"You'll give me your best right now!" Lance snarled. "Now start kissing it, baby. Nice and slow so daddy can watch it grow and then shove it way back in that beautiful throat of yours!"
Strangely, as always, Maria found herself being excited sexually by her boss's haughty, inconsiderate manner. She loved to suck a hard prick-she truly did-and Lance did love having his rod sucked. That appealed to her, too. That and the fact that he kept referring to himself as "daddy."
"All right," she said, kissing his balls. "You-you know I will, dear. I always have, haven't I? You know I love to-to give you what you like."
Her mouth was nibbling at his foreskin now and the huge flesh instrument was beginning to stir. Soon, she knew, it would reach its incredible full length and then she would take the hard-on back far into her throat. She would not be able to help herself. Already all thought of fatigue had left her and there was only the sight of the beautiful male organ lengthening, widening, growing, bulging, responding to her noisy kisses and gentle manipulation.
Lance's hand was against the back of her head now, and his other hand was palming her breasts. "Wag it back and forth, baby," he said. "Let me watch you play with a real man's prick. You like it, don't you? Shit, of course you do. Hell, you go absolutely out of your gourd when you get a big dong in your mitts."
Lance sat there, slouched, his legs apart. He raised her momentarily, dropped his pants, pulling them hastily off over his shoes, and then he took off his shorts.
"There it is, sugar," he said. "Now start kissing and licking everywhere...everywhere...everywhere...."
The huge member was nearly fully erect now under Maria's expert manipulation. She let her kisses wander very low-to the cheeks of his ass-and then she even slid her fingers up under his shirt to stimulate his nipples as she continued cooing, kissing, tonguing very lightly. She let her tongue dart all up and down the pulsing length of the huge cock, stopping only now and then to admire the monster she had created.
Lance knew she had gone "bananas" over his cock now-just the way she always did. He loved the idea that he had found this diamond-in-the-rough nearly a year ago and trained her to his special needs. Happily, proudly, he now stared in fascination as gorgeous Maria dined at his crotch. He ran his fingers through her raven-black hair now as she brought his erection to its full glory. It stood tall and eager and he loved the way she adored it; in fact, seemed to be worshipping at the thing as though it were some kind of god. Yes, she was really getting into the spirit of the act now.
"Good girl," he muttered gutturally. "Oh, yeah. That's it...yes, suck daddy's prick good. You love to suck your daddy's cock, don't you?"
Maria had grown bleary-eyed with lust as she performed this mission for which she had been so carefully tutored. "Yesssss," she replied, her eyelids fluttering. "Ohhh, yesss, daddy, you know I adore sucking you."
She was rimming just below the huge dribbling head of the hard-on with her tongue tip now. Lance lowered her head to its base and told her to bite gently at the stalk of the thing for a while. She obeyed, of course, just as he knew she would.
"Tell about how much you like to suck your daddy's prick?" he commanded. "Go on and tell me all about it."
Maria swallowed, ingesting the semen and lubricant which had run to the stalk of the giant hard-on. "I love to kiss it," she intoned. "I love to-to eat it all up...every delicious inch of your great big cock," she said. "I-I love to suck you while you watch me and tell me what to do and how to do it. Oh, Lance! This drives me crazy! You know just the sight of your great big dong makes my stomach turn flip-flops!"
Lance gave her hair a pull. "Cut the gab and suck, baby! You can't mouth the dick and talk, too. Talk a little, but don't neglect the meat."
Maria apologized then and took the head of Lance's prick into her mouth. She loved the smooth texture of a prick against the roof of her mouth; she loved to run her tongue about its immensity while she drew gently on the top of the cock knob; she loved to feel the big hunk of gristle filling her mouth and stabbing even at the back of her throat. She loved it all; every bit of sucking a dick she loved. Reluctantly, she admitted she was born to suck.
She took the prick out of her mouth for a second and gazed up at the face of her master. "I-I want to make you happy," she moaned, loving her role of slave. "Anything, Lance. I'll do anything. You know I'll do anything at this point for you. All you have to do is ask."
Lance grabbed the base of his erection with his fist and shoved it hard and fast at the rear of Maria's throat. She gagged, and this made him happy. He withdrew his prick a bit, then rammed it to the back of Maria's throat again. Each time he did this, Maria gagged, but she did not try to pull away.
"That makes daddy happy," he said viciously. "Not always, of course, but at this instant that is what gives daddy pleasure. Choke on it, sugar. Yeah, go ahead and choke on the great big dick. You love it so much, so gag and choke, you prissy little bitch!"
Lance gave Maria several more mighty hip thrusts, each time driving his engorged meat as far to the rear of her throat as it would go. He knew she liked this action, despite her retching. The truth was, Maria loved everything he did to her with his prick. Anything and everything. Hard-ons-his in particular-made her absolutely psychotic. He'd given up trying to analyze the why of this truth. It simply was so, and that was good enough for him. "Yeah, baby. Go. Do your thing," he said.
He ceased his spearing to the back of her throat altogether now and watched as she frantically removed her top, then her bra so she could cradle his rigid shaft in her boobs, massage his hard-on against her big nipples as she went on stabbing at the head of it with her amazingly long tongue. Yes, they were quite a pair all right-him with his long prick and Maria with that incredibly lengthy tongue. "Lap it, sugar," he muttered, leering, eyes narrowed.
He watched her shudder and spasm as she stared at the sight of his hard-on against her erect nipples. She took each nipple and offered it to the slit in the end of his dick, opening the tiny aperture with her forefinger and thumb so that she could alternately insert each nipple into his cockhead. Her eyes were a frantic, wild thing to behold. There was madness in them at times like these. He loved the madness in her eyes, for they drove him to the brink of madness, too. Most of all, he liked to think that the sucking of Vern Shipley's prick had been only a charade while the sucking of his prick was the real thing. He decided to test this.
"That other ass-hole meant nothing, right?" he asked.
Maria's eyes were riveted to the bone-hard prong against her tits. "Right," she said. "Nothing. He meant nothing."
"It's my rod you really yearn to lick, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, only yours. I-I love to nurse on your big prick only. Only yours, Lance. Oh, Lance, make me do something awful! I'll do anything for you!"
"I know that, sugar. Daddy knows that all too well.
I'm gonna fuck you in the rear end soon, but right now just keep on sucking."
"Make me do it, Lance!" Maria cried. "Force me to suck your great big dick!"
Lance complied. He gruffly took Maria's lovely hair in his hands and pulled hard so that, once again, his prick was imbedded in her mouth as far as it would go. Then he slowly raised his hips from his desk chair, driving his prick steadily in and out of the mewing mouth, in and out, in and out, savoring the saliva-slick hard-on that was his own badge of manhood as it probed and struck far and deep.
Maria was gurgling-saliva or semen dripping from the corners of her mouth, he wasn't sure which-as he fucked her beautiful mouth.
"Get the balls!" he commanded suddenly, and forced her head lower.
She willingly took each of his furry globes, slowly and appreciatively, deep into her mouth, and drew gently on them, twirling her tongue tantalizingly, bathing and cleansing the huge testicles between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Lance leaned far back in the chair, his hands still in her hair, and let his eyeballs roll as he savored the wet warmth against his balls.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he sighed. "Nurse on 'em good."
After several minutes of this ball-sucking, Lance sat up fairly erect in his chair, removed his scrotum from her starving mouth and, once again, inserted his hard-on between Maria's lips. He then took the shiny strands of Maria's shiny, black hair and encircled his engorged shaft with them.
"Okay, Maria," he muttered. "Now chew very gently with your teeth. But gently. Chew too hard, hurt your daddy, and daddy is gonna be very angry."
Maria sucked, knowing Lance stared lustfully down at her mouthing efforts, admired the expertise of her full lips, loved the lapping sounds she made. She wondered if he would want to come in her mouth. About half the time he liked to ejaculate and feel the muscles in her throat as she swallowed his spend. The rest of the time, though, he did not come into her mouth but instead fucked her pussy or her ass. He had said something about screwing her in the rear, and she hoped he would. Vern Shipley had already given her mouth and pussy a workout. She let his big hard-on slide steadily in and out of her mouth as she nibbled ever so lightly with her teeth.
She had been sucking and nibbling this way for perhaps five minutes, when Lance suddenly withdrew his cock, told her to strip all her clothing off and stand spread-eagle with her back to him at the sofa. So he is going to fuck me in the ass, she thought. Good. His decision to have her anally pleased her for two reasons. Not only was her rear the only aperture that had, so far today, gone unpenetrated, but getting it in her rear door made her feel more as if she were being "used," and sometimes she liked to feel that she was being used. Yes, it seemed to heighten the slave/master relationship (or whatever it was) that existed between her and Lance.
Willingly, Maria hastily stood, stripped off all her clothing, then went over to the sofa and leaned forward, supporting herself with both hands up on the top of the sofa. Her legs were spread far apart, her perfectly rounded ass beckoning and even quivering slightly as Lance approached.
She felt his rough hands fondling the globes of her buttocks, then reaching around and crudely tweaking her erect? nipples. As he groped at her breasts, she felt his stiff rod begin poking at her ass. Her rectum seemed to go limp then in anticipation. Yes, whenever she knew she was about to take in the immensity of Lance's erect penis, her anal cavity seemed to prepare itself.
She wanted his cock up there now-wanted it badly-wanted it more than anything. "Give it to me, Lance," she found herself pleading. "Oh, stick it in and-and fill me up."
One of the things she liked best about getting screwed in her bottom by Lance was the fact that he always brought her to orgasm by massaging her clit as he pumped his flesh wedge into her. Some of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced had come from Lance in this manner. For some inexplicable reason, the clit massage combined with the anal fucking drove her nearly mad with tingling sensations that rippled throughout her entire body.
His big cockhead was pressing at the small, puckered hole now, forcing an entry ever so slowly as he began rubbing her love nub in front with his middle finger.
"like it, baby?" he asked, grunting, breathless.
"You-you know I do," she stammered, reaching back and parting her buttocks with her hand. "Yes, just rub my pussy top that way while you ease thatthat big prick inside me. Ohhhh, yesss...
"Didn't think you wanted anymore sex today, did you?" Lance asked. "Well, you were wrong, huh? Now you're loving it, right? Just remember that, sugar. Whenever you think you don't need me, just remember what daddy can do. Understand?" He reached up and pulled her hair as he bit her neck hard. "Well?"
"Ouch...oh, yes," she replied. "I-I'll never forget, Lance. Nooo...never!"
Lance's huge prick was filling her rear end now, nearly bursting her rectum, it seemed, but it hurt good. She loved the way it intruded, ramming, spearing, digging way up into the very innards of her. God, she wondered, wasn't it in yet? It felt like it was. But he was still shoving, trying to insert the remainder of his hot prober, his immense battering ram. And then, finally, she felt his pelvis against the cheeks of her buttocks. It was all the way in at last! One of his hands rambled from one of her hanging breasts to the other while his other hand continued that heavenly clit massage-the clit massage that felt better than anything...than anything....
"Ohhhh, Jesussss!" she cried through clenched teeth. She let go of her ass now and clasped the base of his rod hard in her hand. "Drive it in me!" she commanded. "Fuck my ass hard, Lance! Oh, fuck it good, baby!"
"Tell me you're going out of your head, sugar! I want to hear you say it," Lance said, driving his rod in a steady tempo now into the depths of her.
"Y-You're killing me, but it-it feels soooo gooood," Maria responded. "My knees are wobbly...heaven...it's heaven. I love you to cram it in me! Oh, yessss...you're driving me out of my head."
Now Lance began ass-fucking her with a fury. Maria had to hold on hard to the sofa top to keep from being knocked against the wall. Lance's hip thrusts were slamming against her buttocks furiously, viciously. As he drove savagely that way, Lance also rotated his hips so that he could make contact with everything she owned internally, it seemed.
"Agh...ouu...ahh...ergh," he grunted as he speared her in a frenzy.
He held her buttocks with his hands now, for leverage, and clutched and gouged them viciously to suit his needs.
"I-I-I'm nearly there," Maria whimpered. "Ohhh, Goddd! I'm almost comming, Lance. Don't stop, honey. Oh, don't stop! Never stop!"
And then, sadistically, Lance stopped. "Just cool off for a second, sugar," he said. "Daddy doesn't feel like blowing his wad just now. No sir, sugar. Daddy wants to make this last."
Maria began shuddering all over. "Please?" she begged. "Please give it to me and make me tingle all over, Lance? Oh, Pul-eeeze!"
Lance still lightly teased her clit, but he had entirely ceased his hip thrusts. "In a moment," he said, almost laughing. "All in good time."
She backed into his prick, shoving and trying to simulate the stabs that had stopped. "Ohhhhh," she wailed, her eyelids fluttering. "You bastard! Don't do this to me! You know I need it! Give me what I need!"
He laughed very loud now, mocking, enjoying her shuddering and pleas for fulfillment. He held her ass firmly with his right hand so that she could not ride his pole.
"You're just like a junkie, sugar," he said. "Right? You gotta have this big cock like a junkie needs his fix, don't you?"
"Yessss," Maria admitted, hating her boss at that moment for making her admit her craving need. "Damn you! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my ass or-or I'll never let you do-"
Once again, Lance grabbed her hair and gave a hard pull. Her head was pulled so far back now that she stared up at the ceiling, her boss's hot breath in her ear. It was incredible the way this man could bring her from sexual indifference to babbling, insane need.
"I got you plugged good, sugar. I got a handful of your hair, and my cock's up your ass as far as it will go, and goddam it you'll do whatever I please. Do you understand?" He gave her hair a very hard tug now and she grimaced with pain. "Well, do you understand?"
"Yes," she managed to chirp, her face contorted in pain. "Please don't hurt me, Lance."
"I asked you a question," he grunted. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, I-I understand," she said. Tears began running down her cheeks now. This was the part that Lance liked best of all. He loved to make her cry-hear her whimpering as he drove his enormous prong very hard into her ass. Oddly, she had learned to like this sadomasochistic ritual, too.
"Good," Lance said. "Now get ready for the finish."
He released his hold on her hair momentarily then and shoved her forward angrily, so that her forehead was against the fabric of the sofa. She knew she would remain in that position, staring down at the cushions, until he had climaxed. That was his modus operandi-to hold her in that position, her hair in his hand, as he rubbed her clit and pumped his prick as hard as possible into her ass until they both came. He would hurt her a great deal, but the pleasure would become incredible after a while. She knew that for sure, which is why she endured the painful preliminaries. Yes, it would all be worth it in the end. In a way, she hated herself for letting this egomaniac use her in this fashion, but-but she could not help herself. He had conditioned her to orgasming mightily in this manner. He was a devil who took her to the sexual heights, a fiend who used her body for his own pleasure and, somehow-she knew not how-provided her with indescribable sexual satisfaction.
Behind her now, Lance Gregory had become a madman. His hips ground and drove and slammed at her buttocks like a jackhammer. Obscenities flowed coarsely from his lips and his finger against her clit rubbed harder, harder.
Once again, she felt her orgasm approaching. From a long way off, she felt almost mystical waves begin to form and then ripple through her body. From the tips of her toes to her scalp the tingling sensations fluttered, cascaded, crashed crazily. She held onto the sofa hard to remain on her feet. But it was no use. She fell forward, nearly unconscious from the pleasure she was experiencing.
Lance did not miss a stroke. He held her firmly against him and continued fucking her even though she had collapsed.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed, spasming. "Ohhhh, gawd! Fuck meeeeee!"
"Gonna blast you now, sugar!" Lance gasped. "II'm coming, too. Hold on, baby...Daddy's going off now...ahhh...ahhh...ahhhh...there! Take that, and that, and that...."
And then the full force of her orgasm struck. Her very spine seemed to collapse as the pleasure current wracked her body. She bucked involuntarily, seeing colors, all colors of the rainbow. There were golds, and greens, and lavenders, and purples-all of them blending as the tears streamed down her face from the pleasure-pain. "Agghhhh!" she babbled, drooling against the cushions.
She was barely aware of the last strokes Lance delivered as he raced to his own orgasm. And then she felt his full weight upon her and the agonizing rasp of his breathing against her back. She reached back, somehow, and gently cradled his balls, and then they both lay there for what seemed a long time.
Finally, Lance withdrew his semi-limp organ from her rectum. A minute later, he stood at the door fully dressed. "Just remember who does you best," he said smiling arrogantly. "Next time you're with that goddam Vern Shipley just remember who's the man and who's just a client."
Lance Gregory left then. He liked to do that. like a matador, he liked to leave his victim-drained, satiated, spasming-in a heap as a tribute to his masculinity.