Chapter 6
The longer that the action continued, the more emotionally drawn I felt myself becoming toward Harding's cock.
It made me feel great that as a young girl fresh out of a hick town high school in the mid-West, I could turn this bright, attractive business executive on to such a tremendous degree.
His fingers worked their way smoothly over my creamy ass-cheeks. The hunger within his eyes was mushrooming.
"Now you're just the way I want you," I happily exclaimed. "I want my man to make my lovely little snatch happy. I want your action, baby, and I want it bad. I love you and I want you to go down on my pussy."
He began by licking lightly on the outer edges of my mound. This made me enormously happy, as evidenced by the pleased manner in which my ass-cheeks started rotating. Any time that my buttocks felt inclined to twist and turn, I knew that I was receiving tremendous enjoyment.
"Drive that tongue into me, drive it home," I sighed. "I want it in me, I want it in my snatch, I want you to tickle me between my legs."
He kept up the fervent activity. He began nibbling on my clit, causing my ass to do some quick, nifty corkscrew twists. He stepped up the pace, letting his tongue roam uninhibitedly after the nibbling exercise. He proceeded full speed ahead, and as he did so, I lay there and enjoyed every searing tongue movement that he put forward.
"Slow down a little, baby," I cautioned. "I know you're anxious for my stuff, but I want to make things last a little while. Let's extend the excitement."
Harding immediately got the point. He slowed the pace slightly, even though he was not doing it at a slow level, to say the least. He kept up the speedy crescendo, but now it was in moderation, at a less intense clip. I wanted badly to give things a chance to build in just the right way.
He adjusted himself immediately to the circumstances, slowing down the pace and sucking at a more leisurely clip. I was able to relax ever so slightly, but not to the point where I failed to feel the hot sensations within me. They continued to build, and would do so right up until the time that I climaxed in his mouth.
"How about running a finger up my ass, baby?" I exclaimed. "That always gives me a charge. You're going to see my ass rotating faster than ever if you do that. Do it for me, darling, I love it."
Harding was extremely eager to please me, and immediately I felt the wonderful sensation of his finger probing its way inside my ass with stabbing movements. My ass reacted immediately with clenching predictability. Every time his finger thrust into me a little more deeply, I rotated that much more quickly.
He was turning me on and knew it, and that gave him greater confidence and desire as he continued his pursuit of my blazing pussy.
The tongue worked feverishly, and as it did so, he shoved his finger ever higher into my rosy red rectum.
"I like the double sensations," I chanted. "Keep up the cunt sucking and keep shoving that finger up my ass-hole."
The excitement swept through my entire body, and I was so hot I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back my orgasmic liquid for much longer.
"Stay with me, lover, and you'll get a nice liquid surprise," I told him. "I'm going to spray my hot juices in your mouth."
He withdrew his finger cautiously from my ass-hole, then gripped my butt tightly. I liked the way that his fingers authoritatively grabbed a hold of my ass-cheeks and possessed them.
The tongue was traveling at top speed by that point in time. He had accelerated to the greatest extent possible, and now it was just a question of how much more in the way of those beautiful actions I could accept before having to shoot my juices into him.
There was no way he could improve on what he was doing. It was just a question of when the deluge would flow from my fiery nest.
As his tongue slipped consistently inside my cunt, I flared back and forth, meeting his movements with what resembled a hula move. My hips and ass-cheeks were rotating, and I felt the heat building up within me at a tremendous clip.
"This is it," I said breathlessly. Several tongue stabs later the juices spurted out of my pussy and into his waiting mouth. It was a beautiful feeling to release those juices inside him, one that I wouldn't have traded for anything.
Once I finished orgasming, I could begin to concentrate on my handsome lover's sizeable prick.
My eyes focused on the huge bulge between his legs. It was so immense that I knew he needed instant release. On top of that, he was in a fidgety frame. His legs and arms kept moving nervously, and I knew without him having to say a word that he was extra hot and needed to spray his juices.
I figured Harding would like some searing cock preliminaries, so I gratuitously began running my fingers smoothly over the base of his ready-to-explode prick.
As the fingers of my right hand worked diligently over his pecker, I reached out with my left hand and started tickling his balls. I was giving myself a trial run in preparation for what was to follow.
As far as thrills were concerned, I couldn't see anything topping that erotic suck that he gave me. I just hoped that I could hold my own by doing an equivalent job on his big cock.
I worked my fingers with conviction and grace on both his cock and balls, running the fingers in soft, gentle, exploratory movements by getting myself closer to the wild suck that I was then contemplating.
I remembered something that my brother had told me one time when I was sucking him off. He said that if a chick really knows what she is doing, she can get a man a lot more excited during the foreplay than other women could during the real thing.
I had always kept that lesson in the back of my mind, and it was standing me in good stead as I went to work on Harding's prick.
"Are you ready to go into orbit?" I asked teasingly, continuing the fervent finger activity.
"Hell, baby, I've been in orbit ever since I met you, and I'd just as soon stay there."
"If I've got anything to say about it, that's exactly where you're going to stay."
I gave his balls a gentle squeeze to emphasize my point, then began running my tongue over the end of his dick. I concentrated on the nozzle, giving him some good suction, but making certain that I didn't go to work too rapidly on his hard peter. I figured that timing was the thing, and once this man got a sample of the best I had to offer in cocksucking, I would more than-likely get the job that I was seeking. Perhaps I would also get myself a permanent lover.
"You're going to have to start sucking a little faster," he gasped. "As much as I like this, you've got me feeling too impatient. That beautiful naked body of yours, the way you suck, it all is too much for me."
I hit on a bright idea, fondling and sucking alternately on his balls for several strokes. I had a feeling that would drive him into a state of anxiety, and it did.
"Get back to the cock," he gasped. "Play with the balls with your fingers, but, my God, get to work on that prick. I need the sucking, honey, I really need the action bad. I've got to juice in your mouth."
It sounded so sexy when he mentioned juicing in my mouth that it gave me that much more incentive to provide him with the greatest suck possible.
I worked my tongue up and down the full length of his spear. He was boiling inside from the stimulating sucking I was providing, and as my tongue worked its way along the smooth base of his pecker, I reached down with the fingers of both hands and let them go to work over his balls.
"Now you know exactly where it's at," he gasped. "You've got me right where I want to be. Keep that up until I spray, baby, then lap up the cream."
His mention of cream naturally gave me that much more incentive. If there was anything that I liked out of a cocksuck, it was a nice thick load at the end of it, and the better I liked the guy, naturally the more I anticipated the load.
In the case of handsome Harding, I desperately wanted his load. And for that reason, I stepped up the pace of my action. I drove my tongue at the most devastating clip imaginable, bobbing my head like a little girl dunking for apples at a Halloween party.
As I continued lashing away at his prick with my tongue, I steadily maintained the finger action on his balls as well. I liked the smooth, flowing, rhythmic contact of my fingers against his balls, and as I continued to suck on his dick, I observed that his body was trembling more rapidly than ever. It meant that he couldn't withstand the pace much longer. I would soon be receiving his load in my waiting mouth.
I kept up that brilliant one-two combination of the fingers on the balls and mouth on the cock, which, together, drove him out of his mind. The tempo built until there was no more building to do, at which point the status quo was certainly sufficient.
Since I was bobbing and tonguing with everything that I had, there was no way to improve upon the effort. His body twisted and turned as he got set to unleash his cock juices in my mouth.
"I'm getting ready to fuck that beautiful mouth," he proclaimed with a sigh. "You're going to get a beautiful dessert."
His remark caused me to continue pumping every bit as fast as before, generating all the enthusiasm I could muster within me. My heart beat at a steadily accelerating pace. I was looking forward with overpowering eagerness to receiving those droplets of joy juice from his huge dick.
I could see the tension within him reaching a fever pitch. As the itching mounted within his cock and balls, his legs began to tremble.
I got ready for the avalanche, knowing that he would be filling my mouth with his juices.
He heaved a sigh, at which point the stream of white juice spurted out of the end of his hard pecker.
I dug in, doing everything I could to swallow every drop that emanated from his rod.
I succeeded in catching every last drop, and that made me exceptionally happy.
When I released my tongue from his dick, Harding was looking at me and smiling happily.
"You really do know how to give head," he grinned. "If you must know, that was one of the prerequisites I was looking for in the Girl Friday that I want to hire. Of course, it's the kind of thing I can't explain to some kind of frumpy woman at a job agency."
"Obviously not," I laughed.
"But I don't think you're all that surprised, are you?"
"I could tell from the way you were looking at me that you were pretty excited."
"I practically creamed in my shorts just looking at you," he chuckled, reaching out and patting my ass-cheeks.
It did a world of good for my ego to recognize just how far gone this handsome guy was when it came to me. It showed me that I didn't need Dennis as much as I had thought I did.
Soon Harding let his lips clasp once more against mine. It was a frenzied, overpowering kiss, and soon he quickly released his lips from mine.
"You're hired," he laughed. "You've got even more than the girl I was looking for."
"Would you please explain that?"
"Yes. I was looking for somebody super groovy and sexy. You're even better than what I thought I'd get. I can't let you go. Even if you don't know how to take dictation, I'd let you stay."
"That's very nice of you."
"I do think we should come to an understanding now, however. I hope you're not averse to these little fucking sessions after work, however. They do a world of good for my morale."
"They help mine as well," I grinned.
"I hope too that you don't mind putting in overtime now and then. You see, sometimes I'll get to the office a little later, then I'll work later. I'll stop in the evening just long enough to take you out to dinner and maybe check into a hotel and fuck you. Usually it will be just a quickie. This was longer than I would normally take, but, after all, this was an audition."
He chuckled after finishing his comment. I didn't join in the laughter. I preferred to think of our session as holding a little more meaning than a sex audition to establish whether I had what it took to please Harding Scott in bed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that in any disparaging light," he said, observing my displeasure.
"Maybe I am a little more sensitive than I ought to be," I smiled.
"There is one thing I'll have to make crystal clear to you at this point, though. I do hope you understand."
"Go right ahead."
"You see, I am a married man, Brenda. I've been married for better than ten years, and basically it's been a happy marriage."
"Then why the fucking around?"
"That's why it's stayed happy. The one area in which my wife has failed to satisfy me is in bed."
"Then how could you have a happy marriage?"
"My wife is a very lovely, charming woman. She's an excellent entertainer. There's no one in all of Manhattan who can give a better cocktail or dinner party than my wife. As for what happens after the guests go home and we're alone in the same bed, well, not a whole lot happens, even though most people on the outside, except for a few in the office that are in the know, like my partners, think that I've got something just as beautiful in bed. They figure I'm ripping her up with my cock. It's nothing more than an illusion. Sure, I fuck her every now and then, but it's not in the way these people would imagine. It's not the happy jet set marriage it would appear to be. I think now that you see things in perspective. In other words, I don't go wild in bed with my wife the way that I just did with you."
"So that's the basic purpose I'm serving," I nodded, a little sadly.
"Remember, there are no strings attached to this job aside from pleasing me and getting things done in the office," he grinned, running his hand soothingly over my face. "That means that you're on your own as far as obtaining other screws is concerned. I want that understood."
"I understand."
"Do you still want to work for me."
"Yes, I want to work."
"And ball."
"That too."
"Good, then we're in business," he laughed, reaching out and kissing my lips.