Chapter 8
Ginger Green was hard at work behind her electric typewriter when Brand Foxhill arrived at the office. She looked up from her work and stopped typing, her thoughts suddenly on the one time this handsome boy had attempted to massage her cunt with his cock, and failed.
"Hi, Brand."
"Hi, Ginger."
Brand's eyes crawled over her for a few seconds. Ginger almost giggled. She knew what he was seeing: A diminutive flame-haired hunk of perfumed flesh attired in a fawn-colored miniskirt and an ice-green blouse that hugged her pointed breasts with fiendish tenderness.
He finished undressing her with his eyes. "Is Mother in? I didn't see her car outside when I drove up."
Ginger shook her head. "She delivered the payroll and cut out. I'm sure I can locate her by phone if you want me to, Brand."
He repressed a smile. "I didn't come to see her."
"Oh?"
"Nope. I'm here in search of a sexy little redhead I can con into spending the weekend with me at a cottage on Moon Lake. Know anyone who fits this description?"
"I might." She came around the desk and thrust her full and pointed breasts toward his face. Her voice sounded like a whisper on velvet as she said, "How about this sexy little redhead, Brand?"
"You'll more than do, Ginger. How soon can you escape from this damn office?"
"Not until four o'clock." Her nose wrinkled. "You'd better not pick me up here, either. I've got my job to protect."
"All right. Name the place."
"The Lady Luck Bar. It's right across the highway from here."
"I know the place. A real ashtray. All right, I'll meet you there. Shall we kiss on it?"
Breath caught in Ginger's throat as her eyes dropped to the prominent swelling in the front of Brand's slacks. "Not out here, you big satyr. A customer might walk in on us."
"Let's use my mother's private office, Ginger. It's a safe place. How about it?"
Ginger hesitated, her eyes still glued to his crotch. "Well ... "
This was all the encouragement Brand needed. Ginger laughed softly as he slipped an arm around her waspish waist and ushered her through the frosted glass door. She knew she was taking a great risk by coming in here with him, but at the moment she didn't give a damn. Brand was getting hotter by the second.
Brand heeled the door shut behind them, and a moment later she was in his arms. Heat jumped into her cunt again and every inch of her skin tingled as Brand insinuated his erection against her stomach. His mouth dropped over hers and then the room began to whirl around her.
Ginger felt Brand's warm lips on hers—urgent, passionate, demanding, and tremors of delight surged through her body as he gripped her firm ass and strained her closer to his hard and throbbing cock.
She slid her mouth away from his. "Brand, no, not here. Your mother might come back."
Brand laughed and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her over to the black leather couch.
Ginger giggled and squirmed to get away from Brand and the short skirt climbed high on her thighs and revealed the webbing of her black bikini panties.
"Brand, no!"
She was in his arms again and her lips were under his and she felt all the familiar hunger in her that she knew so well ... all the warmth, all the eagerness ... and her breasts, feeling fuller than she had ever known them, moved against him, nipples now very hard. And in this hot moment of spinning passion she knew that she would let Brand fuck her, right now.
"Game time, Ginger," Brand rasped. "And this time I won't be impotent with you."
Ginger made a small whimpering sound as his hands found her breasts again. The room was spinning. "All right, have it your way. Take me. Make me naked and fill my cunt with this big cock of yours. Do it, Brand, fuck me!"
Brand reached for the buttons of her ice-green blouse. The blouse yawned to reveal a black net half bra crammed with twin mounds of delight, blushing pink nipples jutting.
Ginger sat up and permitted him to rid her of the blouse. His arms trapped her again. Their mouths met. Her breasts ground into his chest, then moved back as their nipples began to ache.
Ginger leaned back. "My bra, lover. Kiss my titties through my bra."
Brand kissed her nipples, first one and then the other, then rasped, "Like this, Ginger?"
Her hips began to twitch. "Yes, oh, yes! Do it some more!
Brand's eager lips and teeth worked the left nipple, then the right, and momentarily Ginger's hips increased their speed as her pussy caught on fire.
"Naked," she said. "Make me all the way naked and then throw a wild fuck into me! Hurry, lover, hurry!"
Brand stopped kissing and gnawing on her bra-covered nippled and sat up. He slid his anxious hands under her buttocks and fumbled for the skirt zipper.
The zipper whispered its own sweet song of lust as he ran it down, and then cloth murmured against flesh as he slid the skirt free of her passion-racked body and sent it flying after the ice-green blouse.
Ginger smiled. "You're getting closer to the goodies, Brand. Don't stop now. Do your thing with my bra."
"Now?" he teased.
"Yes, damn you, now!"
Brand laughed. He fumbled with the bra snaps. The bra broke open a moment later. He jerked the wisp of netting free and Ginger watched her coral-tipped breasts dance into nakedness.
A pleased smile curved her lips. Her breasts were beautiful and very firm.
Brand lost interest in removing her panties for the moment. His lips found and attacked her tits again. He sucked and teethed until she pushed his wet face away from her breasts. "I don't want a cheap come, Brand. Not from your mouth on my titties. I want the real thing. I want you to stick your big juicy cock inside my cunt and ride me into a mind-blowing come."
Brand's hungry hands found her breasts again. "Are you sure, Ginger?"
She was in no mood for teasing. "I'm sure, damn you! I want you to fuck me! Do it, damn you! Take off my panties and bury your big bone in my cunt! Now, lover, now!"
Brand's right hand trailed downward to her panties and a moment later she was free of them. She was naked. And hot.
"Now you," she said throatily. "Now make yourself naked."
Brand stood up and did a fast strip of his own. He grinned at the way her delicate eyebrows arched when his rock-hard cock jumped into view. "Why the surprise, Ginger? You've seen my prick before."
She swallowed hard. "I'd almost forgotten how well endowed you were in the sausage department, lover."
"Does the size scare you?"
"A little."
He sat down beside her and grinned. "It is a fierce-looking rascal, isn't it?"
"I can handle the beautiful bastard."
"We'll soon find out."
Ginger squealed with pleasure as Brand's hand drifted down to her cunt. She told herself that this time it would be different, that this time he would go the distance and throw a fuck into her she would remember for a long, long time.
But first she would make him work for his pussy.
The tip of his finger reached and begged for entry to her tunnel of love, but her locked thighs blocked the way.
Brand glared at her. "Let me in, Ginger."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "You teased me and now it's my turn. Work for it, you dirty dog!"
Brand trapped her jutting clitoris and tweaked it. "Like this? Is this how you want me to work for my pussy, Ginger?"
She squirmed. "Oooh, your hand feels delicious on my button!"
Brand pressed the magic button that caused her legs to open. A few seconds later he climbed into the perfumed saddle and guided the velvety knob of his cock to her moist cunt.
Ginger stiffened. She struggled to keep the phallic serpent from crawling into her hole and inevitably lost the battle, for a few seconds later Brand tucked the knob of his magnificent cock between the dewy lips of her cunt and hunched into her.
Ginger grunted as his cock impaled her cunt. Then she came alive with motion. "Do me, lover, dome!"
Brand went to work on her pussy with his granite-like prick. Hump. Bump. In. Out. Their bodies glistened, writhed. Flesh against flesh. Hot. Damp.
The air-conditioner hummed in the window. It didn't help. They kept sweating, moaning and fucking ...
Ginger's searching mouth found Brand's. Their tongues met, wrestled. Ginger's blood howled inside her skull as he hunched in and out of her. A whisper later it started to happen. Brand stiffened suddenly and a loud moan broke from his throat. She knew what was coming down. Brand's passion reached its peak, then started to jump into neutral as it had jumped the one other time he had tried to fuck her, and now she saw and felt him slipping toward complete impotency. She gritted her teeth.
Not this time, lover. You started fucking me, and by hell you'll finish fucking me! And I do mean finish!
She dug her long fingernails into Brand's motionless hips and made him whimper. The pain revived his dying libido, and momentarily she felt his softening cock start to harden inside her cunt again.
She made him cry out in pain once more, his cock hardened all the way, and now she sensed that he would be able to go the distance with her.
Brand's body came alive with motion once more. Ginger met him thrust for thrust. They slammed into each other. She kept hunching, hunching, hunching ... and then it happened. It crashed down on them in the form of a mutual thudding orgasm ...
"Ah," she whispered huskily as Brand finished filling her cunt with his come and sagged on top of her, "this was worth waiting for."
Brand lifted his sweat-soaked face from between her hot breasts and came to his knees. His softening cock slipped out of her soggy cunt and hit the leather sofa with a dull thud that made him wince.
She reached for his flaccid prick. "Again, lover. Get hard and fuck me again."
"I don't think I can, Ginger."
Ginger stroked his cock and waited for naked lust to roar through him and bring his dead cock back to life. It didn't happen.
"You're wasting your time," Brand said miserably.
Ginger continued to hug his cock and prayed lust would storm him. Her fingers tightened around his rubbery shaft and then her hand began to move up and down over it, but still nothing happened. Disgusted, she stopped pumping his prick, but she didn't release it.
Brand pulled his cock out of her hand. "It's no use, Ginger. I guess I'm too pooped to pop again. I didn't get much rest last night."
"Maybe you'll do better tonight, lover."
Brand climbed out from between her legs and left the black leather sofa. "Yes," he promised, "tonight will be better." He helped her to her feet and gave her a playful slap across the right hip. Then he asked curiously, "Do you like to be spanked, Ginger?"
She answered his question with a question. "Would beating my ass help you to stay in the saddle?"
"Damn sure would!"
"With your hand?"
"With a wooden paddle. I have it out in my car."
"Your mother's paddle?"
"How did you know?"
"Mitch Crocker talks a lot."
Brand's lips tightened slightly. "Mitch Crocker talks too much."
"Piss on Mitch. I'd like to see this paddle of yours."
"You'll see it tonight."