Chapter 4
Vanessa pulled down her skirt and didn't bother putting her panties back on. She was furious with Clayton. He had shown her off like a racehorse, then fucked her and walked off. The least he could have done was stay with her for a few minutes until the warm afterglow of the fucking had begun to fade.
But no. He cared nothing for her except as a convenient and pretty hole to fuck.
She coldly eyed the people milling around the edges of the party. Most of the men were old geezers she wouldn't be caught dead with. She had to pick someone who would make Clayton angry, mad, jealous.
And then Vanessa spied him. She recognized him as a clerk who worked for the local party headquarters. He was muscular, well built and handsome enough for her purposes. She didn't care if he was a good lay or not. All she wanted right now was revenge, not a good fuck.
"Hi," she said, sidling up to the man. "I'm Vanessa."
"I know," he said. "I asked some friends. You work for Summers, don't you?"
"Yes. And you're way ahead of me," she said, moving even closer, so that her thigh rubbed against his in a most distracting manner. "You know my name, but I don't know yours."
"Frank. Frank Harris. I, uh, ummm. Do you know where your hand is right now?" he asked suddenly.
"Sure I do," she said, licking her lips with the tip of her pink, darting tongue. "And I know what condition your prick is in. Hard. Long. Ready for what I have to offer."
"What does Summers want from me?" he asked suspiciously. "I can't do him any favors. I'm just a clerk."
"Fuck Summers. I want you to fuck me. To hell with favors. I'm horny, and so are you. Isn't that enough?" She glanced toward the corner of' the room where Clayton had corralled several men and was avidly talking with them. They saw her moves on Frank, but Clayton didn't. But Vanessa knew they'd soon tell him.
Good.
"You're sure direct, I'll give you that," he said. "But why me?"
"You turn me on. And you look like you're good in bed. Why not prove it to me?"
She tightened her grip on his bulging crotch and pulled. He groaned lightly, then actually blushed in embarrassment. Vanessa felt a surge of power race through her veins. This had to be what Clayton Summers felt when he so obviously fucked her, and then went out to talk about it. She liked the feeling.
And the beautiful woman guessed she'd like Frank's cock inside her cunt, too.
"That room?" he asked nervously. "But you and him were just..."
"Fucking in there," she finished boldly. "And now it's our turn."
"Okay, then, let's go!" he cried.
Vanessa almost laughed at his eagerness. His haste to get it on was so obvious, it was almost ludicrous. But she didn't laugh. She knew better. That could mean him losing his hard-on and damaging his spirit for a long, long time. And the purpose of this illicit fucking was to give Clayton Summers a lesson. He didn't own her. This would show him that.
"Let me suck on that for you," she said, dropping to her knees in front of him the instant they got into the room and closed the door. She got into the spirit of the thing and started sucking hard on his prick.
Frank felt a sharp pang of sensation surge back into his loins. The secretary's mouth was active all over his cock. She worked up and down the stiff spire of his prick with a hunger that amazed him. She might have been stranded on a desert island for years, and he was the first man she'd seen. Her sexual hunger seemed boundless.
But he wasn't griping. Not with a mouth like that sucking and licking and sampling his steel-hard cock. He was being treated to what only the most powerful of politicians ever got. And he liked it. A lot.
Her tongue raced .around the rim of his cock. She outlined the edge of his purpled crown, then licked a little around the back of the hood. He felt tingles all the way down to his toes un-like anything he'd ever experienced before.
But his legs were weak and rubbery. He propped himself against the edge of the bed. The next thing he knew, he was lying full length on the bed with the dark-haired young girl between his legs, her mouth moving constantly up and down his length of prick.
"Ummmmmmm, you taste good!" she exclaimed, then went back to her tasty treat.
He looked down between his legs and saw her black hair cascading all over his crotch. He knew under that flowing mass of raven-black hair was a sucking mouth expertly working on his erect cock. But that wasn't going to be enough for him. Not now. He had to get into her cunt and find out what all the others bragged about constantly.
"Up, please, oh, yes!" he cried. "Straddle my waist. Get my cock into your cunt. I want to see if your cunt's as juicy as I think it should be."
She glanced up, a look of animal lust on her face. "Lemme show you!" she cried. With a single vault, Vanessa was up and sitting on his belly.
He was looking directly into her snatch. The black bush was wet with lust. She left a damp spot on his belly where she crouched. She started rising and falling over his belly. Each time she touched his body, she felt another moist spot.
"Wet enough for you?"
"Goddamn!"
Vanessa understood what he meant. She shook her head and fumbled around, saying, "Where's that yummy cock of yours?" She groped around and finally clamped her fingers around his turgid length. She guided his prick under her body, to the gently-scalloped pink lips of her pussy.
Frank felt the dampness immediately when she lowered her body enough to press her pussy lips against the tip of his cock. His swollen prick was being treated to a rainstorm of cunt juice. It leaked out from her hot interior and drenched his shivering cock. With her fingers agilely working on him, the beautiful woman made sure he was ready to fuck.
"In, stuff it in!" he demanded, feeling bold about commanding this gorgeous young secretary to do something he had figured would never happen.
"Whatever you say, Frank."
Her body lowered very slowly. The head of his cock was sucked into her seething cunt. He felt the heat assaulting the purple knob at the end of his prick and thought he might go berserk from lust. Trying to arch his back and cram himself full length into her sopping cunt, he found the beautiful woman was in total control. She raised herself just enough to prevent him fucking into her pussy, but not so far that his cock was ever left out in the cold.
She came down another inch. He felt himself plunging into the well of her cunt. It was so totally erotic he could hardly believe it was happening to him.
He watched his cock vanish into the soft folds of her pussy. The pink cunt lips puckered up and lewdly kissed his prick. The tiny droplets of cunt juice covered everything. His own bush was just as wet as hers now. From the bottom of her pussy mound, his gaze worked upward.
The trim waist, the deep depression of her navel, the heaving of her tits as she became more and more excited, was the lovely picture he saw. It pleased him. It pleased him a lot.
But the biggest thrill of all, for Frank, was getting his cock shoved all the way up the secretary's cunt. She moved her hips in an enticing circle. Twisting from side to side, she screwed herself firmly downward on his upraised cock. The sensations smashing into her body were incomparable. She loved it. If the girl had to violate her professional ethics to make Summers jealous, she might as well enjoy doing it.
The feel of his cock in her cunt made her whole, complete, a total woman. The way her pussy lips were compressed and tucked in with the prick gave her extra thrills. She felt the waves of passion surging into her cunt from all around the hot poker of his cock.
Twisting around the impaling spike of prick caused new and more intense sensations in her body. Her pussy walls clung and gripped hard at the cock inside her. She literally felt as if she were pulling her cunt walls out when she let her hips swing back and forth.
It was too good. She couldn't hold back her passions any longer.
Vanessa began fucking Frank with all the power locked up in her needy body.
Instead of letting the rest of the man's cock into her cunt an inch at a time, she simply relaxed. Gravity did all the work. The dark-haired young girl was suddenly filled with his pulsating prick. It was great. She loved the way the jerking cock strained and danced inside her tight pussy. But she wanted more. Lots more.
She tensed her leg muscles and lifted up. Clamping down with her cunt muscles, the secretary tried to keep the cock inside her. With her body lifting off and her pussy clutching fiercely, something would have to give. The flow of her cunt juices decided the matter for her.
The slippery pussy juice from her cunt betrayed her fiercely clutching pussy. His swollen cock slipped from her cunt with a sloppy wet plop.
"Umm, oh God, that's great!" Frank muttered. "Do it some more. I want more!"
Vanessa could only nod. She was so turned on that the words jumbled in her throat. The only way she could answer him was to move faster, more insistently, give him what they both wanted most.
She didn't allow Frank a chance to relax. The dark-haired young girl's trim body came hurtling down around his prick again. She might have been a fireman sliding down the well-greased pole to answer a fire-the fire blazing merrily inside her completely aroused body.
The young secretary fucked with greater speed. Rising, falling, she fucked until her cunt was quivering with undiluted sex. The feelings in her body were too intense for her to hold back much longer. The driving cock in her cunt generated friction. His prick burned. Her pussy burned. Every nerve felt like it had been dipped in searing acid. Her spine carried the message to her brain.
And then she exploded in wild orgasm.
Crying, thrashing, throwing herself around on his cock, Vanessa fucked as hard as she could. She needed that prick in her cunt. She had to possess every single inch of his cock. And he didn't disappoint her. It remained rigid, firm and...satisfying.
When the woman felt one hand clamp down on her tits, she came again. Frank had reached up and gripped a handful of tit flesh. He was teasing her, playing with her turgid nipples. Catching one mushroom-sized nipple between thumb and forefinger, he tweaked hard.
The carnal stab of delight into her chest made breathing difficult. The secretary was totally consumed with rampaging lust now. All she lived for was the fucking, the cock in her cunt, the hand fondling her tits and toying with her nipples. It didn't matter to her that he was only a file clerk. If Clayton wasn't available, any man's cock would do.
An added dimension was added to the screwing when she sensed his other hand, reaching up under their bodies. As she lifted off his cock and exposed it to the cool air of the bedroom, his hand tightly gripped his lusty cock and pressed his prick firmly into her pussy lips. This sent volt after volt of sexual electricity burning into her belly.
When she came crashing down, his cock impaling her and reaming out her snug cunt, he moved his hand to her clit. She didn't know if Frank realized what he was doing or not. It hardly mattered because he unerringly found and fingered the erect little spire of her most sensitive flesh. That was more than enough to bring her off again.
The three-fold stimulation of her erogenous zones took its toll on her. She came a fourth time. And a fifth and a sixth. She seemed to be tireless. There had to be more enjoyment in this for her. She loved the feel of the man's cock, fucking in and out of her pussy, the hand on her clit and the lust-aroused nipple being fondled.
She loved it all.
Vanessa came again. And this climax robbed Frank of his control. He was able to bear up under the intense friction of her rise-and-fall fucking. Her pussy juices lubricated his cock. But when the last orgasm caused her cunt to collapse with the force of a mine shaft closing, he felt his entire prick clutched as if by a velvet-gloved hand.
A vise closing on his cock couldn't have been tighter-and nothing was hotter than the secretary's humid little cunt.
He felt the slow tide of his jism rising from his balls. When it erupted out the end of his cock, he completely whitewashed her insides. He thrust up and ground his crotch into the girl's belly. Their crotches working hard against each other pushed them both to the pinnacle of orgasm. They soared, enjoying the ultimate in human sensation.
When they had exhausted the passion in their bodies, they lay together for a few minutes without saying a word. Then Vanessa heard the door to the bedroom open. She recognized the voice instantly.
Clayton Summers.
"Well, well, son," he said, directing his words to Frank Harris. "I see you're sampling a man's pleasure. Now get the fuck out, or I'll cut your balls off."
Vanessa smiled. She'd succeeded in making Clayton jealous.
The smile vanished when he came over to the bed and slapped her as hard as he could.