Chapter 2

"Come in, come in, my dear," Richard Garfield beamed, "I've been expecting you!"

Vikki Haydon was taken somewhat aback at the important account executive's slobbish appearance. Below the balding crown of his head, the wolfish, devouring eyes and ingratiating sneer, was an enormous pot belly stuffed so tightly into a faded maroon smoking jacket that he resembled a bloated sausage about to split its casing.

'I-I can't stay very long," the voluptuous redhead lied. "I have another appointment." It was obvious that she was intimidated by his presence. Good ... he liked that!

"Certainly, Miss Haydon," he soothed silkily, "I understand perfectly."

A few minutes later they sat in the living room of the posh hotel suite drinking Brandy Gumps.

"How long have you worked for Elgin's agency?" Garfield focused on the subject at hand.

"A-About ten months," she returned with a sip. "This is good ... What's in it?"

"Brandy ... lemon juice ... a dash of Grenadine ... You have lovely breasts, Miss Haydon."

Vikki buried herself in her drink and blushed. For all her experience, she'd never mastered the art of handling openly sexual compliments with any degree of aplomb. "T-Thank you, Mr. Garfield," she managed eventually. She crossed, then re-crossed her slender legs as if to draw his attention away from her huge titties, giving the hem of her skin-tight dress a self-conscious tug as she did so.

Richard Garfield was pleased with her. However larcenous Elgin Stafford's heart, Garfield was forced to admit that he was a proper judge of whore-flesh. She was young, of course, and deliciously tall and slender, but for her breasts. Her pale-moon complexion was an unblemished perfect match for her fiery-red tresses.

He continued to ogle her lecherously as Vikki stared down at her feet and traced the rim of her glass with long, lacquered fingertips. Besides the slinky black dress, a pair of dangling Rhinestone earrings with matching necklace and a pair of open-toed black platform pumps completed her attire. A lush application of crimson lip gloss and a smattering of blue eye shadow to accentuate her blue-gray eyes was the extent of her makeup. Her hair, shimmering with radiant copper highlights, was drawn back into two thick braids that sprung from the sides of her oval face Swedish-style, curling down to frame her generous mammary endowments.

"You do understand why you're here, don't you, my dear?" he queried.

Vikki nodded dumbly.

"Why are you here?" he pressed.

"I'm here to ... to suck your prick," she admitted, an odd stirring in her loins causing her to press her nylon-encased legs together still more closely.

Garfield pressed the tips of his pudgy fingers together in an attitude of prayer, studying the titian-haired beauty's facial reactions as the idea of what she was about to do sunk into her beautiful brain. Then, unceremoniously, he unzipped his fly through the parted folds of his smoker and reached inside to haul his awesome penis out into the open. "Good girl," he commented dryly, letting his stumpy fat legs splay lewdly apart at the knees. "Now come and suck, like a good little pussy!"

Obediently, the young aunt dropped to her knees and assumed the required position.

Her face was over Garfield's loins now, and she continued to stare at his swollen hardness as if mesmerized by it. She reached forward automatically and encircled its impressive girth with her slender fingers. Her lush red lips were but a scant inch away from the gaping tip and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the tip with a maddening slowness.

"Oh, shit ... SUCK IT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR!"

Vikki's tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm contact with the head of Garfield's cock. She circled it about the smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above her from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the glands at the end and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping through in his mounting excitement, and the sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly.

Her hands dropped to the base of the huge erect prick and she cupped his soft smooth testicles gently in one of them, grazing her nails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh. The other hand she placed at the thick base of his cock, where it soared up from the curly salt-and-pepper pubic hair covering the obscenely sweating bulge of his lower abdomen. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down hard, skinning back the thick wealth of foreskin until the crimson knob stood sleek and naked against her feverish lips. She began to plant warm wet kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she knew she should, not being able to take it into her mouth just yet, but Garfield could stand no more.

With a groan deep in his throat, the lewd fat man reached down with his hands, tangled them into Vikki's braids, and thrust his loins up with the strength of a rutting bull. The young model resisted for a moment, doubts at being able to take such an enormous penis in her mouth running wildly through her head, but it was too late. The thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her softly moistened lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and onto her saliva-coated tongue.

She could feel the stiff spongy substance rub the full length of her sensitive lingual member, nearly imbedding itself in her satin throat. She closed her eyes to keep from choking. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that which was already filled with Garfield's sweaty cock, protruding like a carrot from her ovalled lips.

"OOOoooHHH, you gorgeous cunt! Your mouth's like melted butter!" he blurted, beginning a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips into her face. "Tighten up those fucking lips and suck for all you're worth!"

Obediently, Vikki did his bidding, feeling at the same time the excitement growing in her own loins from the mean debasing thought of her mouth being used this way by a balding fat pig of a man. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue around the slippery-slimy head with a vengeance. She sucked to end it, her head bobbing like a cork at sea over Garfield's pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being used ... used like a filthy whore he'd picked up off the streets permeated her whole being as tingling submissive mewls came from the lips locked tightly around his swollen flesh.

He was going to pump his lewd white seed into her very mouth ... until it ran from the edges of her lips ... in sticky white trails of blissful sensation that could be matched by nothing else in the world!

Half-lying beneath her, Garfield held her head trapped tightly between his beefy hands, his legs splayed out obscenely on either side of her kneeling form. He thrust his cock mercilessly into her mouth, forcing her lips apart with each upward jerk until almost the whole of his turgid flesh was swallowed into her mouth.

Then, suddenly, the lecherous executive leaned across her arched and quivering back to fumble with the zipper of her dress. Quickly, he peeled the garment down over Vikki's naked back and shoulders, leaving her massive bra-less breasts to quiver and dance beneath her now eagerly sucking torso. Then, satisfied, he leaned back again to survey his handiwork.

Partially naked now, Vikki presented an even more delicious sight than had she been completely stripped of her clothing. Her nearly-naked white buttocks, the edges of her misty nylon panties having slipped tightly up into the moistly perspiring crevice there, were almost as exciting to the lecherous man as the sight of her melonous hanging breasts as they swung from her smooth chest, their swollen pink nipples tapping out a primitive rhythm on the chair between his legs.

Then, deliciously, at first by accident and then on purpose, Vikki discovered the heel of her shoe. She rocked back on the thick leather heel of one platform pump, letting its smooth patent warmth press into the cleft of her ass where the thin crotch of her panties were bunched, rocking forward and back on it in time to the cock fucking into her face as if it were a second cunt. She could feel it rubbing in her passion-slickened crevice in a maddening parody of a real penis as her hot little clitoris slipped hotly forward to meet it.

"Oh, suck it!" the lewd fat man chanted above her bobbing head. "Eat me! Eat my cock!"

She did, and more. The tip of her tongue dipped sweetly into the split in the end of Garfield's glands, her long-nailed fingers milking and teasing the heavy sac that held his balls. Then, weirdly, she realized that the excitement of being forced to give head to a man old enough to be her father, combined with the imposing presence of the heel of her shoe could, and would, drive her to completion. She would make it ... she would cum!

Garfield began slamming forward powerfully, raising his sweaty buttocks high off the chair and thrusting with all his might. He held Vikki's bobbing head still more tightly as she coughed and sputtered delightedly with each powerful instrokes, and the lust-purpled head of his cock fucked rhythmically into her throat. He delighted in watching her tender lipstick-coated lips clasping eagerly around his rigid thick-veined shaft as her mouth muscles wearied and her warmly ovalled oral cavity became accustomed to the unnatural invasion.

"Suck it!" he boomed again. "Suck my fat cock!"

Vikki sucked and licked at the fleshy member embedded in her mouth, creating a vacuum of lust that brought a low moan of delight from the obese executive. She was salivating so much by then that Garfield's leaking cock slicked back and forth almost effortlessly, tiny rivulets of drool trailing from the corners of her tightly locked lips to run down the rigid stalk and into the open fly of his slacks.

The young aunt sucked until her throat muscles ached from the strain, while below she rocked the dripping slit of her vagina back and forth across the hard black heel of her shoe, letting it rub against the lust-stiffened blossom of her clitoris like a substitute cock.

"My balls, too!" he reminded her. "Lick my balls!"

Obedient now to his every whim, the masochistic young model raised her lovely sucking head from Garfield's pulsing organ to pay homage to his prickly-haired scrotum, while behind her the heel of her shoe continued to rub in the desire-drenched slit of her pussy.

Garfield could feel the coffers of his dam straining with the imminence of his release then, and he grabbed a large handful of silken coppery hair and began to tug upwards. "Quick," he bellowed breathlessly, "get your goddam mouth back on my cock before I ruin my smoking jacket!"

Still rubbing insanely against her shoe, Vikki slipped her lush red lips back over the sticky head of Garfield's penis. She sucked slowly ... once ... twice ... and then her mouth began to fill with sperm.

"Oh shit!" the fat man screamed. "I'm cumming!"

At the same time, the sucking young redhead could feel the gush of her own hot juices seeping through the bunched mesh of her panties to anoint the heel of her shoe. She was cumming, too! And only the mouthful of what felt like a pint of semen kept her from crying out in her release. God, the man was an absolute reservoir of the sticky stuff!

Desperately, thrilled to the very core of her being, Vikki sucked and swallowed to keep from gagging as her mouth filled and emptied at least a half-dozen times. She shivered lewdly one last time, as the swollen nipples of her breasts scraped over the edge of the chair cushion to hang like ripened fruit beneath her heaving chest. It was over. Complete. Done.

Garfield's thick deflated prick slipped from her mouth and he could see thin sticky strings of his hot sperm still connecting her face to his flesh, even though it was now several inches away from her lips. Vikki's breathing was wet, as though her mouth and nose were completely covered with moisture. She groaned and flopped her head sideways to his heavy belly, her body limp as a doll's, held in place only by the pressure of the shoe at the juncture of her satiny thighs.

Garfield strained forward and emptied the last of his cum deep inside her throat, then released his hands from her braided hair as he felt himself deflating inside the obscenely flooded hole of her mouth.

Vikki slithered back until she rested on her haunches before the panting and exhausted fat man. "Well?" she queried. "Was I as good as Elgin said I was?" Her glue-gray eyes sparkled mirthfully, her nose wrinkled pertly in a tease.

Garfield looked down at her over the heaving mound of his stomach and winked lewdly. "Miss Haydon," he smiled, "you are a very talented girl!"