Chapter 8
Henry Morton smiled. His smile was genuine, for he was well pleased with the girl seated in the chair before him. She was a Eurasian with pretty, olive-skinned features, a slant to the eyes, long dark hair. She wore a short, colorful dress that showed off her legs to good advantage; unfortunately, it was too loose to observe the rest of her, but the president of International Studios had every confidence he would shortly be observing the young girl to his cock's content-without the covering on her. In fact, the covering made her body seem more intriguing to him-it would be like opening a small but precious package to get at the wondrous contents.
"Kiwi," he said, rolling her name around on the end of his tongue. There were other things he thought of rolling around on the end of his tongue-the girl's nipples, for example, and her little Eurasian cunt, and her delightful ass-hole. "That's a strange name."
The girl smiled through her nervousness. She knew what she had to expect from Henry Morton, but the way he undressed her with his eyes made her skin crawl.
She said, "My mother was Japanese and my father was a New Zealander with a sense of humor who named me after a species of flightless birds almost extinct there."
"Well," Henry Morton chuckled, raking her with his eyes once more, "it's a cinch birds like you won't become extinct."
She joined him in his laughter, though she really didn't see the joke. However, her mother had taught her that men were dominant, and the woman should play up to them, appease them, soothe them, anticipate their every need and desire. It was an Old World philosophy that years of living in the United States and earning her way as a model and bit actress had not completely erased.
Henry Morton leaned forward onto his desk. "The reason I called you here, Kiwi, is because I wanted to meet you. I like to talk to all the girls in the contest, get to know them better, because one of them is going to win the title role in the Miss Derriere contest and movie."
"I will do my best to win, Mr. Morton," Kiwi said softly. "My derriere is fully at your disposal."
Henry Morton's grin grew wider. "That's the kind of spirit I like in a girl. Now suppose you get up and walk back and forth a few times right here in the office, so I can see it in action."
Smiling, Kiwi got up from the chair and 'walked back and forth, aware that Mr. Morton was staring at her intently. She paused as she saw his features twist into a frown.
"Is something wrong, sir?" she asked anxiously.
He sighed. "I can't tell anything because of that thing you're wearing. Your legs are very nice, but-"
"Oh, that is easily solved, Mr. Morton," she said as she took hold of the bottom of her short dress and quickly whipped it up over her head, tossing it onto the couch.
Morton stared at the ample breasts snuggling in her filmy bra. His gaze went down over her slightly rounded stomach to the bikini panties through which he could see the wiry pubic hair of her crotch. Fully exposed now, her legs looked even better than before.
His voice was hoarse as he said, "Turn around. Slowly."
She turned around slowly, presenting him with a side view for a moment, before twisting about to give him a full vision of her curved buttocks.
Henry Morton nodded to himself. She's really got a nice ass, all right, he thought. She was a small girl, but very well-shaped in the places it counted. She was over twenty-one, but her size made her appear like a teenager bursting with animal vitality.
She peeked over her shoulder at him. "My derriere," she said innocently, "is very solid, very healthy."
"I can see that," he told her, staring at the crack visible under the thin material, at the roundness bulging beyond the bikini panties.
His fingers itched to stroke that beautiful olive-toned ass. In his pants, his cock came alive more than ever.
"Perhaps," she suggested, "you would like to feel my derriere, to see for yourself how solid it is, how nice and rounded, how firm are the muscles."
"Funny you should mention that," he said. "As one of the judges, I suppose I should check it out in advance."
He got up and went around the desk to sit in,the chair the girl had recently vacated. He noted that the leather was still warm where her buttocks had come in contact with it. That was a good sign-Henry Morton's philosophy Was that a warm ass meant a warm heart.
"Now come over here, Kiwi," he told her, "and let's have a look at it."
Obligingly, she walked over toward him, and once again he feasted his eyes on her tiny, supple body. She had little need for a bra, for her ample breasts stood out straight and firm without any support required. The bra was so skimpy and transparent that the olive flesh and brown nipples showed through quite clearly.
His gaze dropped to her twitching navel, and below to the panties through which pubic hair showed in wiry abundance. His eyes remained at that spot as she reached him and slowly turned to present her buttocks for his inspection.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "For a small girl, Kiwi, you've got one of the nicest asses I've ever seen."
"Thank you, sir," she said demurely.
Either the brief walk across the room had done it, or the Eurasian had purposely arranged it; in any event, the thin cloth of her panties was now pulled up tightly into the crack of her ass, revealing the twin olive globes of her buttocks in all their naked glory.
Henry Morton's fingers itched once more. He reached out to palm the soft flesh, to knead it between his fingers, to pinch it gently and feel its warmth.
"Yes," he sighed, "nice, very nice."
"Your fingers feel very good on me, Mr. Morton," she said.
He didn't speak. He rubbed the flesh of her ass with his fingers, letting his fingertips move down around the curving slope of her buttocks. On impulse he bent forward and inhaled the sweet female smells of her perfumed skin, after which he pressed his lips to her flesh. He plucked the bikini from the crevice in her ass so he would have new territory for his lips to pay homage to. Close to his face, he could see the dark hairs sprouting in her crotch, and he reached forward with his mouth and tongue to lick them, taking a few wiry strands between his teeth and pulling them.
Kiwi giggled. The man's nose was wedged in the crack of her ass, and his lips and tongue tickled her in various spots where she loved being tickled.
He raised his head. "You want me to stop, Kiwi?"
"Oh no, sir," she said. "Please continue. I enjoy the feel of you so much."
"Then let's make a little more room, shall we?" he said.
He eased the skimpy panties down over her hips and thighs. She squirmed her lithe body out of them and with her toe kicked them aside.
"Now," he said, "suppose you spread your lovely legs some more and lean onto the desk in front of you."
Kiwi did as she was told.
Behind her, Morton inched the chair he was sitting on closer, so he could stare directly at the girl's rounded buttocks, her cute little cunt dangling hot and wet under his nose, the black wiry hair matted with perspiration all around her genitals and up around her barely visible ass-hole.
He began by grasping her buttocks firmly in his hands and moving his face into intimate contact with her quivering flesh, his tongue snaking out between her legs, licking the moist cunt.
She shivered and moaned.
Henry Morton smiled. It always pleased him to know that a young girl appreciated his sexual talents and his abilities to make her feel good at the same time he was enjoying himself in the sexual relationship. He continued licking her there, twirling his tongue all around the vaginal lips, then easing it into the opening itself, finding the stiffening nub of her clitoris.
When she shivered again, he said, "Ah, you like that, huh, Kiwi, honey?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Morton," she said. "Very much."
"Well, you've got some more surprises in store for you today, my dear," he promised.
He spread the cheeks of her buttocks and renewed his laving of her cunt, this time moving around more, heading toward the gaping ass-hole that puckered invitingly toward him. When his tongue reached the opening and darted swiftly in, she gasped at the contact.
Henry Morton smiled again. Many an unsuspecting girl had never had a man do that to her, so it was a surprise and an unexpected but welcome delight when one of them enjoyed it. From the way Kiwi was beginning to moan and twitch, it seemed obvious that she might be one of these.
He wedged his face firmly against her flesh, while his free hand moved down into his own lap. His cock was up good and hard, but it was still inside his pants. Quickly he unzipped his fly and pulled out the throbbing hunk of meat and proceeded to stroke it in time to the thrusts of his tongue in the girl's tiny ass-hole.
Twice when he almost came doing that, he backed off and transferred his hand to a position between the girl's widespread legs, palming her crotch, rubbing the moist hairs and the hot cunt pulsing against his fingers. He inserted his middle finger deep into her cunt, working it in and out, then pulled his face away to gasp in a lungful of air; to replace his tongue, he twisted his thumb upwards and into the ass-hole, working that in and out in rhythm with the finger brushing her clitoris.
The combination, as he well knew, was sexually deadly. The stimulation received by both thumb and finger working over her most intimate parts made a girl go out of her mind. Kiwi was no exception. Her mouth was wide open and she was moaning and muttering something in an Oriental language. Her buttocks twitched convulsively as he pulled at them. She let out a scream and twisted off balance. He had just time enough to remove his finger and thumb from her before she landed with her naked ass in his lap.
Fortunately, she was a light girl, barely one hundred pounds, but the force of impact took his breath away for a moment. Then she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips, all the while wiggling her bare ass against his free and upstanding cock.
It was Henry Morton's turn to moan and gasp. The feel of her warm, firm buttocks rubbing his cock was something he couldn't take for long without coming. His hands roamed over her thrashing legs, along the insides of her warm thighs, over her moist cunt, under the roundnesses of her wiggling buttocks.
He gulped. "Let me put it in you, honey."
She nodded. "Do you wish me on the couch, sir?"
He shook his head. "No, right here. Just slide down a little. Let me twist a little to get into position. Ah, there we are. I want to shove it up your ass, honey. Okay with you?"
"But I have a very small ass-hole, sir," she said. "Please be gentle with me."
"I will," he said. "I promise."
She lay across the chair arm, her bra still in place, her legs spread and raised high. She reached down to spread the cheeks of her buttocks, so he could force the knob of his cock against her ass-hole. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as the tip of his penis entered her.
Henry Morton wanted to take it easy as he'd promised, but he was just too excited. The taste of her genitals and her lovely ass-hole was lingering tantalizingly on his tongue and his memory. He generally didn't use this position, but Kiwi's slight weight permitted it; even so, it was cramped and tiring, and he wanted to come in her ass-hole--he would be too disappointed not to.
He reared back and slammed his groin home. She screamed as his cock went in up to the hilt, and Morton himself gasped. She was tight, all right, probably the tightest he'd ever experienced. It wouldn't take much movement to thrill him this way. He began shifting his hips, moving them in a circular fashion and with each movement, his cock lodged deep inside the girl's ass-hole, rubbing against her warm internal flesh, gripping him, making him stop every few seconds to pause lest he let loose sooner than he'd intended.
He glanced down at her chest and almost laughed. Her bra looked ludicrous still intact. He reached down and slid his hand under it, pushing it aside. Her breasts were now flattened out even more, and seemed like the breasts of a very young girl. The nipples were up hard and stiff as he twirled them between his thumb and forefinger for a moment before returning to his in and out movements between her legs.
Kiwi pressed back against his thrusting cock. Imprisoned within her flesh, it was tight and just a little bit painful-but nothing compared with what it would've been like if she hadn't prepared herself.
On one of his infrequent visits, Kiwi's father had taken her virginity when she was ten years old. After that, her mother had insisted that the older man fuck her in the ass-hole so she wouldn't get pregnant. That had hurt at first-as much as the rupturing of her cherry-but he'd used a lubricant and had been gentle with her. After a while, her opening had become flexible to a point where it could accommodate most any size penis.
It was a good thing, too, for Kiwi realized Henry Morton wasn't the only man she'd have to let do this to her. There was the photographer, Ron Williams, and more importantly, Josh Fielding. From what she'd heard concerning the cowboy star, he really rammed his cock in. If her ass-hole were virginal, he might do her harm as he'd done with some small girls who'd had anal sex with him.
Meanwhile, there was Mr. Henry Morton, president of the movie studio, to satisfy. She could tell by his red face, his gasping and panting, and by the throbbing of his cock in her that he was ready to have his orgasm any second. She rotated her buttocks against him and tightened and untightened her muscles in a regular rhythm that soon had him wheezing for breath.
"Oh, oh, oh," he muttered suddenly.
He slammed his groin hard at her crotch and held it there while his cock throbbed and spurted deep in her ass-hole. When he was finished, he sighed and collapsed limply in the chair.
Kiwi disengaged herself, turned around and knelt in front of him between his legs. Holding his balls in the palm of her hand, she bent her head to lick off his dripping cock, her tongue lapping up the traces of his semen from the sides and tip of the sex organ and swallowing the liquid as fast as it entered her mouth.
Henry Morton stared down at her dark-haired bobbing head and smiled. He'd never had it so good-and now this little touch of cleaning him up! Wonderful. These Oriental broads really knew how to take care of a man. His cock was limp even when she took it wholly in her mouth and sucked it clean, but that was okay; he was finished for a while.
She rose smiling before him. "Will you desire anything else, sir?" she asked him.
He shook his head. "Not right now. Maybe we caner-talk again sometime, though."
"I would like that very much, Mr. Morton," she said, pulling on her clothes and bowing out of the room. Alone in the elevator on her way down to the ground floor, she inserted a tissue paper in her panties to take up the residue still dripping from her anus.
"The son-of-a-bitch really gave me a workout," she told the empty elevator. Since there was nobody else around, she could drop the demure precise English of the female Oriental. Not that she minded the sexual workout. It was one more step in the direction of a career. Besides, it would serve as a useful preliminary to seeing Josh Fielding. The other girls had told her he was built like a horse and certainly nothing for a tiny girl to take on.
Well, she'd show them. She'd take the cowboy's stallion cock up her ass even if it spurted out of her mouth!