Chapter 1
Debra hadn't been expecting Mr. Morriss to offer her a drink, it still being well before noon, but since he had made the offer, and obviously intended on having one himself, she had accepted it. She sank back into the warmth of the chocolate-brown velvet sofa, the black of her dress and the milky whiteness of her skin contrasting sharply, and sipped her drink while looking at him with speculation plain in her eyes.
The man who was soon to become her lover, at least for one afternoon, remained standing, stirring the ice in his Scotch on the rocks while gazing with ice blue eyes into the depths of Debra's plunging neckline. He noticed with a slight flush of anticipation that the fullness of her breasts, which peeked seductively and succulently at him, were the
only intrusions upon the straight lines of the gap in her dress as it continued its descent across her soft, flat belly before ending in a soft curve at her navel, the puckered indentation marking a period in the design of the dress.
Measuring inches with his eyes, George Morriss took delight in the fact that the material just barely covered Debra's nipples. His hands became moist and his drink rippled slightly from an almost visible tremor that originated in the depths of his scrotum and expanded upwards in waves of sexual excitement.
Debra crossed her long, slim legs, shifting slightly forward in the process-a movement calculated to push the hem of her mil i several inches higher in an accidental seeming way. As she took a sip of her drink her wide-set blue eyes darted fleetingly up to Morriss, whose attention was now focused upon the bare, soft inner thigh which her crossed leg displayed between dress hem and nylon-top. Her eyes swept- down to his crotch, and she smiled at the telltale bulge stretching the fabric of his slacks.
Debra had assessed the situation perfectly.
The exclusive address had driven her in near panic to an exclusive-and expensive-dress shop to outfit herself for this special occasion. She had decided on a smart and seductively necklined cocktail dress in a severe black, black heels and hose, and black panties and garter belt. The latter, in case Morriss turned out to be a lingerie lover.
Debra, in her one-day-a-week occupation, was about to crack the upper crust, and she made a mental note to reward the young accountant, Cord Conrad, with a free afternoon for giving her this entree into the upper realms of wealth, where, if she could only hold onto her beachhead, her hidden income would go up tremendously, giving her that much more freedom of action, from her husband's penurious hand.
Morriss stopped stirring his melting ice and took a sip of the amber whiskey, then sat down beside Debra on the sofa. He stared at her for a moment, then put his drink down on the cocktail table and shifted closer to the young woman, placing his moist hand on her nylon clad thigh and gliding it slowly upwards, a rough piece of skin on one of his fingers occasionally catching on the sheer fabric. Debra sipped her drink, looking at him wide-eyed over the rim of the glass. His hand found the bare, warm skin of her inner thigh as she leaned forward and put her glass on the smooth top of the cocktail table.
Before Debra could sit back, Morriss pulled her to him and kissed her, uncrossing her legs with a gentle push of his hand, then running his fingers along her inner thigh to the dampened crotch of her panties. Strands of soft red pubic hair worked through the porous nylon as his fingers probed for and then massaged her clitoris. Debra's mouth opened to his kiss and her tongue slipped into his mouth, teasingly at first, but as his massaging fingers generated sexual heat through the nylon, torturing her clitoris, her tongue began a deep, rhythmic penetration of his mouth, in and out, in and out, and his cock began to swell and stretch the fabric of his trousers.
Debra held the kiss, pressing her lips harder and harder against his as her tongue continued penetrating his mouth. He ran his hand to her back and fumbled for her zipper. She heard the soft, whirring sound of it as it descended its track. She dropped her left arm as he pulled the strap of her dress forward, releasing her left breast. The soft yet firm flesh of her breast filled his hand as he kneaded the soft and pliable tissue which gave way in the center to hardness as the nipple sprung erect against his pressing palm.
Morriss leaned her back, kissed her face and neck, and cupping her outthrust breast with his hand, he dropped his head and engulfed the dark erection of her nipple with his mouth and began sucking gently at it as her left hand moved down over his stomach to his crotch and her fingers curled firmly around his cloth-shrouded cock.
He broke away from her breast, sweating. "Let's slip out of something uncomfortable," he said in a voice roughened by his desire for Debra.
Morriss rose, crossed the room, and turned off the lights. The room was now lit only by the soft red light from the fireplace. As Debra stood to undress Morriss returned and removed the heavy cocktail table from the deep pile rug which lay between the sofa and the fireplace. "Couldn't ask for a cozier spot than this," he said with a smile as he released the last buttons of his shirt. "Aren't you going to get out of those tight clothes?" he asked, a bit of confusion showing in his voice.
"You first," Debra answered. "I like to watch men undress, especially men like you. With bodies like yours."
Morriss smiled at that, then sat down on the sofa again for a minute to pull off his shoes and socks. "I'd find watching men undress very boring," he said.
"You're not a woman."
"True," he said, standing up and unbuckling his belt. He started to unzip his fly, but hesitated, a little embarrassed, looking at her. She wasn't a beautiful girl, he thought, but she was strikingly attractive. Nineteen or twenty, he would guess, and about five-four. Her skin was creamy white with just a trace of a tan, and her shoulder-length mahogany red hair was parted in the middle. Wide-set blue eyes and a slightly upturned nose, and a full and sensual mouth. He was lost in thought, looking at those sensual lips, when he realized that she had said something to him. "What?" he asked.
"I said, on with the show," she repeated.
Morriss unzipped his fly, removed his pants, and folded them neatly on the sofa. She watched him intently. His body was lean, hard and well-muscled. His dark brown hair was unparted, slightly long in keeping with current fashion, and definitely professionally styled. An executive, she thought, and judging from his deep, Florida tan in mid-winter, a pretty high-ranking executive.
He looked down as he searched for the snap on his boxer shorts, and seemed slightly disconcerted by the great bulge his distended cock was producing in the white cloth. He dropped his shorts to his feet, stepped out of them, then kicked them onto the sofa, looking down at his cock, which stood out at a jaunty, upswung angle.
"It always makes me feel awkward, with it standing out like that," Morriss said with a smile. "Like I've got a handle, or something."
"I think it looks powerful," Debra said, slipping the straps of her dress down over her arms. She let the dress fall to the floor, and stood still momentarily, dressed only in her black panties, garter belt and stockings. Her breasts were large for a woman her size and they stood out, nicely shaped for the caress of a man's hand.
She unsnapped her stockings from the garter belt and removed them slowly, running her hands down her legs in a strip tease that was obviously having the desired effect on Morriss. Then she stepped gracefully from her panties and garter belt and stood naked before him, her hands at her sides.
Debra was narrow-waisted and had nicely proportioned wide hips. Her mons was puffy and full, with a growth of fine, red pubic hair. Morriss recalled reading somewhere that the more prominent the mons, the more sexy the woman. If that was true, he thought, then Debra had to be one of the sexiest women on the face of the Earth.
Debra walked quickly to him, and, before he could realize what she was doing, she clasped her arms around him in a bear hug. Her cool, flat belly pressed against his swollen cock, and her upper torso began a swaying motion, rubbing her breasts against his chest. He could feel the delicious smoothness of them and the contrasting hardness of her nipples, and his cock, pinned between her belly and his stomach, throbbed uncontrollably.
Tilting her head back, Debra closed her eyes and parted her lips invitingly. Morriss kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth, and she responded by arching her back and pressing her belly harder against his cock, then rotating her hips, massaging his cock with her middle. Then she loosened her arms and began sliding down his body, running her lips across the soft hair on his chest.
Morriss* cock slipped between Debra's breasts as she kissed his upper abdomen, then his navel. Her tongue slipped into his navel, probing at it, then traced a wet path across his lower stomach to his thigh. Suddenly he felt her hot, moist tongue lapping at his balls, and he stiffened as she traced a warm, wet path up the entire length of his cock, teasing the sensitive skin on the underside of the head.
Morriss' eyes were closed, and he was blocking out all sense perceptions except the action of her tongue on his engorged and throbbing cock. The licking stopped for a moment. He waited. Then he felt her soft, warm lips on the very tip of his cock. Her lips were soft, but pressed tightly together in a hard, compressed line. The pressure against the head of his cock increased, and her lips began to part almost reluctantly, holding tight as the head of his cock slipped slowly into her mouth until he could feel the sphincter-like action of her lips tightening around the rim of the head, and her tongue began swirling around the ring with incredible speed.
Morriss cupped his hands on the back of Debra's head, and as he did so she thrust her head down, and half of his cock slipped into her mouth. The hot wetness of her mouth engulfed his cock, and her lips clamped tightly around the center of the shaft. She began sucking with such power that, without thinking he sank to his knees, pulling her down with him.
Debra pulled her mouth from his cock and pushed him back so that he lay flat on his back. She then straddled him, her feet on either side of his head, and he looked up, wide-eyed, at the nicely rounded creamy white buttocks folding into the crease of her ass, the fine soft pubic hair, glistening red in the light from the fireplace, and the soft, swollen pink labia, slightly parted, folding inwards toward the darkness of the tight vagina which they sheltered. As he stared, she began squatting over his face slowly. The crevice of her ass began opening and the labia started to part as her legs spread wider and he sank closer and closer to his face.
Morriss, who had lived a very conservative life, had never experienced such uninhibited sexual behavior from a woman before. None of the girls who lived in his upper class society behaved like this-at least with him. Never in his life had he been so aroused by the actions of a woman. His balls contracted-he could feel them moving in their sack- and his cock actually throbbed with the urgency of his desire, its distended head swollen to a size it had never attained before. He tensed, straining to keep from a premature ejaculation as a glycerin-like bead of seminal fluid formed at the tip of his cock. He wanted to close his eyes for a moment to regain his composure and temper his sexual excitement, but he couldn't take his eyes off the lovely crotch slowly descending towards his face.
Debra was less than a foot above him when he gave up any thought of regaining his composure. She was balanced precariously, her legs spread wide, her labia distended to reveal the soft, glistening tissue of her vagina. The crack of her ass was spread to its limit, and she was so close to him that he could see the fine, soft red hair that circled her slightly protruding pink anus.
Although Morriss had been conventionally inhibited all his life, although he had seldom even thought about the more esoteric forms of sexual behavior, although he had not tried this sort of thing, this anything-goes form of sex, since his college days, he was suddenly overcome with an overwhelming desire for Debra to sit on his face, to have her undulate her buttocks on his face so that he could feel the smoothness of them, to have her soft anus in contact with his face, to have her shapely thighs squeeze his head while her moist cunt kissed his lips.
He could lick and suck her clitoris, he thought. He could drive his tongue into the wet sweetness of her vagina. He could spread the soft cheeks of her ass wide with his hands and drive his tongue into the puckered pinkness of her anus and deeply into her rectum. He could eat her wildly, if only he dared do it. He could devour her. He could gorge himself with her sex until she screamed for released. He could-and he would.
The sweet, sensual animal smell of her was overpowering. Her descent towards him stopped, and he watched as her crotch moved slightly forward, and he felt her breasts touch his belly. Her knees spread wider and her pubic hair, covering her slightly bulging mons, came to rest on his heaving chest, just inches from his chin, as her lips once again wrapped around the head of his cock.
The idea of Debra stopping with her spread cunt inches from his face, where he couldn't quite reach it, disappointed Morriss for a moment, until she began scooting back towards him, inching her way slowly, her soft, rounded buttocks undulating from side to side before him, the fine pubic hair brushing his chest as it worked slowly towards his waiting mouth. At last he could stand it no longer, and he grabbed her hips and pulled back roughly, sinking his tongue into her as he pulled her soft, wet pussy into his face.
His tongue flicked at the already erect button of Debra's clitoris. She moaned softly and began grinding her hips so that the naturally lubricated lips of her cunt slid smoothly from side to side across his mouth. He sucked at the lips, moving his head with them, and searched the limits of their folds until, finding the vaginal opening with the tip of his tongue, he spread the lips with his fingers, extended his tongue rigidly, then thrust his face forward, driving his stiff tongue into her vagina.
In response, Debra thrust her pelvis down, emitting a musical, low-throated animal-like growl as she began a rocking, fucking motion with her hips, forcing his tongue more deeply into her tight cunt with each pelvic thrust.
Morriss felt Debra's fingers curl around his cock and her lips left it for a second as she pulled it straight up and out away from his body. Then he was nearly driven from his senses as she suddenly plunged her mouth back over the head of it, with such force that the swollen head penetrated deep into her throat.
Debra's head. began rocking back and forth in time with her pelvis, driving the cock deeply into her hot mouth, and beyond, plunging even harder, seeming to drive it even deeper into her throat with each downward thrust of her head.
Morriss raised his hands and spread the cheeks of her buttocks wide. The pink, puckered entrance to her rectum dilated slightly into an inviting hole. He closed the crack and watched the folds gather, then pulled it wide to see the hole open once more. He ran his tongue along the groove of her crotch towards her pink-rimmed asshole, then, almost making contact, he slid it from the crack, over along one cheek, across, then down the other cheek and back into the crack, circling the hole in ever diminishing circles, moving closer and closer to its pink folds.
Debra moaned, anticipating the hot tongue sliding into her rectum. She pushed her body down, trying to force his tongue in, all the while sliding, licking, sucking more fiercely at his cock. Then she felt the sudden signal of his impending eruption. The swelling of his cock's head, the quickening of throb. She released his cock from her mouth, not wanting him to come right then, before she was ready to come with him.
"Don't stop!" Morriss shouted into Debra's crotch. "Suck me off! You've got to suck me off!"
Debra crawled away from him, but remained on her hands and knees, spreading her legs so that the crack between her legs remained open, giving him an excellent view of the lips of her pussy, still damp from his saliva and her lubrication.
"I can't suck you off this time," she said softly.
"Why the hell not?" Morriss demanded, sitting up.
"Because I need your hot cock inside me. I want you to shove the piece of meat into my cunt all the way. I want you to fuck me, and not with your tongue. I want you to fuck me with your cock. I want you to fuck me NOW!"
Morriss didn't even think about refusing her demand, but as he crawled towards her across the rug she moved away from him, over to a large easy chair next to the sofa. Debra crawled up onto it, her back to Morriss, her knees on the cushion. She spread her legs wide apart and draped her arms and head over the back of the chair.
"Would you like it this way?" she asked with a smile. "Dog fashion? You can stand and fuck me dog fashion, from behind, and I guarantee you'll dig it, and so will I."
Morriss stood up and walked over to Debra, his legs weak, his mind in a turmoil with pictures of what was to come. Debra had arched her back, and her rounded, creamy white buttocks were pushed up and out, towards him. She moved her pelvis in a slow, circular motion, tantalizing him. Morriss had tried anal intercourse only once before, in college, and the girl's anus had been too tight for him to get any enjoyment out of it, but the deep shadow in the crack between Debra's buttocks made him desire another try at it.
I'll fuck her in the ass, he thought to himself. I'll spread the cheeks of her ass and shove my cock straight into her asshole while she's waiting for me to slip it into her cunt. He trembled at the thought, and another bead of seminal fluid appeared at the tip of his cock.
"Please! FUCK ME!" Debra almost yelled, her voice harsh from the passion bottled up inside her, waiting for the release Morriss would soon give her.
Debra began quick, exaggerated humping motions with her pelvis, and her vagina felt empty and hungry from her need. Morriss watched the soft flesh of her buttocks ripple in time with her humping, watched the crack between her buttocks widen and narrow, widen and narrow. He placed his left hand on her hip, wondering if she would permit him to enter her asshole, but not really caring if she'd permit it or not.
He pushed her forward on the chair slightly, watching the crack of her ass widen and the pink rosebud of her asshole, the asshole he wanted to violate, came into view. With his right hand he spread the droplet of semen on the head of his cock around as a lubricant. He imagined the head of his cock penetrating that tight hole, imagined the sphincter tightening around the rim of the head, then swallowing the shaft as he pushed his cock into her.
Trembling, he held his cock straight and leaned towards her, guiding the head of it between the cheeks of her ass. When it was near the entrance, he used the knuckles of his guiding hand to spread her cheeks widely. The soft fold of her asshole gave way, dilating the sphincter, and the tip of his throbbing cock had barely touched her anus when Debra jerked her pelvis forward, denying him entry.
"Not there!" she said. "Fuck my cunt. Fuck me now! Fast! Fast and hard!"
Morriss, held back by both her denial and the long habit of settling for very conventional sex, swore under his breath and decided to take vengeance on her cunt. A call girl surely takes it in the ass, he thought. She must. Besides, he had heard that there were lots of women who liked it that way. He would have this young bitch again, he thought, and next time he would have her any way he wanted her.
Debra had moved back into position again, and Morriss reached between her legs with one hand and parted her labia. With his right hand he guided his cock to the entrance to her cunt, probing for the opening. He felt the depression, moved his cock back and forth to insure that the head of it was in just the right place, then began to ease it forward.
Debra's cunt was wet, but very tight.
With his cock entered, Morriss put his hands on her hips. Normally he would have eased his cock in slowly, but he wanted the sweetness of revenge for being denied her asshole. He would stab her cunt as she had never been stabbed before.
Holding Debra's hips firmly, he arched forward for leverage, then suddenly thrust his pelvis powerfully forward and jerked back on her hips with his hands at the same time, plunging his cock into her tight cunt with such force that he drove her deeply into the chair and heard her scream with a mingled combination of pain and pleasure.
The tightness of Debra's vagina was unbelievable. He had never felt such pressure on his cock from a cunt. It literally gripped him hotly, and he began to pump in and out of her, his eyes rolling back into his head as the pleasure of their fucking filled his mind. Each time he withdrew, only to thrust forward again, the walls of her cunt contracted, sucking at the throbbing head of his cock. With each new thrust the walls gave way slightly, massaging, rippling in the wake of his driving shaft.
Morriss forgot about vengeance for being denied the use of her asshole. He forgot everything but the hot, moist cunt that sucked at him, its walls contracting rhythmically." He pumped his cock into Debra again and again, deeper and deeper, until his belly was slapping against her buttocks and he could feel his pubic hair catching in the opening and closing of her ass with each thrust.
Morriss arched his body over Debra's and grabbed her breasts with both hands, savoring their firmness, rubbing his palms across the nipples, squeezing the erections between his fingers.
"Yes!" she cried. "Harder. HARDER!" Debra felt the fullness of him, the hardness of him, as his engorged cock spread the elasticity of her cunt walls to their limit. She felt the electricity coming, felt the walls of her cunt beginning to contract, to throb, felt the head of his cock beating at the entry to her womb. "Fuck faster!" she demanded breathlessly. "Fuck faster. Faster! FASTER ! I'M COMING!"
Debra's cunt sucked at Morriss* cock, gripping him, and he pumped piston-like into her again and again. His cock was engulfed to the hilt with each thrust, and he would pull back until he could feel the head of his hungry organ near the labia, only to thrust forward again, sliding the full length of it into her until his belly slapped against her ass once more.
"YEEESSS" she hissed. Then Debra reached beneath her body and took hold of his balls, and his cock erupted as she screamed out her own orgasm. Morriss pumped faster and faster as the throbbing, convulsing head of his cock shot semen splashing against the walls of her cunt. Debra could feel the burning heat of that come as it washed into her, filling her.
Debra finally gave way to the full weight of his body as his knees buckled and he fell into the chair with her, his energy spent. Morriss held his cock deep in her cunt, un-moving, and it seemed at least a full minute before the contracting walls of her vagina stopped milking his cock for the last drop of his seminal fluid, stopped trying to pull his cock even deeper into her body.
Numbed from the release of his unbearable sexual tension, Morriss dozed off in the overstuffed chair, his body still curled in the position it had assumed, wrapped tightly around the contours of Debra's shapely form. He didn't stir when Debra wiggled around on the chair, pulling his moistly red and flaccid penis from her dripping cunt. It dropped lifelessly against his thigh.
Debra rose quietly, and minutes later she was fully clothed. As she picked up her purse from the coffee table, a lipstick tube fell out of it and hit the table with a metallic click that awakened Morriss.
He lifted his head to look at her as she stood near the fireplace, smiling at him. He remained still, savoring the deliciously relaxed state of his body.
"I have to leave now," Debra said.
The few minutes he had been asleep had helped to restore Morriss' spent energy, but still he had difficulty summoning his muscles from their relaxed state so that he could sit up.
"How about staying for the evening?" he asked.
"I was employed for the afternoon only." "But I'll pay."
"I don't discuss money or business in person," Debra said, "and I make daytime appointments only. You knew that when you engaged my services. My appointments are set up a week in advance, and the conditions are discussed by telephone only. That's the way I work. The only way I work."
Morriss got up and slipped on his pants and shirt to escort Debra out. "When can I see you again?"
he asked, with obvious pleading in his voice.
Debra opened her purse and pulled a business card from it. She handed it to Morriss, and when he looked at it he saw there was no name or address-only a phone number. "Call me before noon," she said.
"I'd like to make a ... ah ... longer appointment next time," He said as he opened the door for her.
"That can be arranged," Debra answered, "if you're willing to start earlier in the morning."
"What about an evening appointment?" "Sorry, mornings and afternoons only."
"You were ... well ... rather inhibited this afternoon." Morriss said, looking down at the floor rather than at Debra.
Debra looked at him coolly. "I do what I'm hired to do, Mr. Morriss. I'm inhibited only by time. You asked for, and paid for, two hours of my afternoon. Had you asked for more, had you asked for the whole afternoon, or a morning and afternoon, you'd have found that, under those circumstances, I am totally uninhibited."
Before Morriss could say anything more, Debra stepped out onto the porch, then walked away down the walkway. Morriss stood in the doorway and watched as she reached the sidewalk, then turned and walked down the block-out of sight. Smart girl, he thought. Apparently she had parked her car a block or two away. Morriss didn't know her full name, didn't even know what kind of car she drove, much less the license number. "Smart girl," he said aloud into the warm summer afternoon, then closed the door.