Chapter 2
Laura Jones wore her clothing like a chastity belt.
Everything in her sparse wardrobe was designed to hide or minimize the ripe young curves of her magnificent body. Somber greys alternated with dull, lifeless colors in the high-necked dresses she always wore in the office. Everything about the nineteen-year-old girl was designed to make her as sexless as possible. She wore no makeup and her long, blonde hair was pulled back severely and done in a bun at the back.
Very few people-and ever fewer men-suspected that succulent flesh that lay beneath her shapeless clothing. She was a tall girl and every inch of her firm body was perfectly proportioned. Her softly swelling breasts were breath-taking, milky white and high with scarlet nipples that thrust out proudly. Her stomach was flat and flared softly into exciting hips that flowed smoothly down her gorgeous thighs and into the long legs that ended in trim ankles. When she walked her buttocks were taut but, in relaxation, the perfect half-moons unbelievably formed.
Laura's pussy was hidden behind silky strands of golden pubic hair but the plump outer lips protruded slightly down from her virginal slit and made them even more exciting, hiding as they did the tender pink inner flesh of her tight vaginal channel. Despite herself, she could not keep the delicate morsels of flesh from glistening brightly with the gently-perfumed feminine juices that flowed softly out of her velvety inner flesh.
Her clitoris was almost hidden by the folds of pink flesh but it was there, hiding modestly behind the ruffled lips-a terrifying reminder to her of her own sensuality that must, at all costs, be guarded against!
Even at home in her little apartment, Laura wore shapeless flannel nightgowns. There were only two mirrors-one, a full-length mirror in the bedroom was seldom used. The other, a small square over the wash basin was used only when she cleansed her lovely face. Only then did she relax and let her silken hair flow sensuously down over her shoulders. She had small features and deep green eyes that sometimes flashed and hinted at deep, dangerous thoughts.
She always showered under slightly cold water rather than luxuriating in the hot, bath-oil scented tub that she would have preferred. But she knew how dangerous that could be. The tepid spray deterred her nipple-shafts from springing to life as they sometimes did.
She had to wash down there, of course, but she did it quickly, digging her slender fingers against the plumply glistening lips of her vagina cruelly. Her eyes were always tightly closed as she did this and she gritted her teeth and gasped involuntarily if her fingers accidentally brushed against the inflamed bud of her clitoris and caused it to harden so tantalizingly and cry out to be stroked.
When that happened she agonizingly remembered her mother's harsh words: "Get your hands away from there, Laura! That's dirty!" She still had a clear mental picture of her harpish, old-before-her-time, mother who hated men and abhorred sex.
For eighteen years the fatherless girl had heard nothing but her mother's warnings about men and the awful things that they would do to a girl. It was a man's world-her mother told her that, and women were objects to be used, to perform certain chores that would be disgusting and vile-low, animal things that would degrade and humiliate Laura. And, above all, Laura must never feel any pleasure from her own body or from a man's. That was evil beyond words!
When her mother had died last year Laura took the few dollars insurance money and moved far away from the small Ohio city they had lived in. She spent most of it in learning to type. Her job with the insurance company paid barely enough to live on but Laura spent nothing on entertainment and even less on clothing. There was not even a television set in the small apartment-that would have been too extravagant!
When any male tried to talk to her she colored a bright red and could only mumble an answer. Behind their words she could hear the haunting words-"Animals! All men are animals and want to force you to do dirty things!" After awhile, none of the men in the office even bothered to say hello. She did her work efficiently and hurried home each night to her tiny apartment.
But even though she locked her apartment door securely each night before climbing into the small, uncomfortable bed, Laura never really felt safe huddled there. She had terrible nightmares of faceless men breaking down the door and pulling the bed-clothing from her while their lust-excited eyes devoured her trembling body. She didn't quite understand what it was that men did with innocent young girls like herself, but she knew it must be awful.
And then Laura met the new vice-president, Mr. Winslow.
"Mr. Winslow would like to see you right away," the young office boy said with a sneer, trying desperately to look down Barbara Sherwood's low cut dress and catch a glimpse of her voluptuous breasts.
Barbara got up from her desk immediately. She could see what the pimpled-face youth was doing but it didn't bother her in the least. She liked to have her ripe body admired by men-even men as young as this. As she came around the desk and passed the still-staring boy she reached down and tweaked his half-hardened cock with her thumb and forefinger.
"Go jack-off in the men's room," she said with a cruel laugh, "you're not man enough for any woman yet!"
The boy's face turned a beet-red and he looked as though he were going to burst into tears as Barbara went quickly toward the suite of executive offices where Mr. Winslow waited.
She had to pass the typing pool as she went and she saw that Laura was busily at work. The girl looked even younger than her years and, for the life of her, Barbara couldn't figure out why a man as handsome and virile as Mr. Winslow would want someone like Laura.
"Go right in, Miss Sherwood, Mr. Winslow is expecting you," the vice-president's secretary said. The woman seemed upset.
Paul Winslow looked up from behind his expensive desk and flashed a broad smile as Barbara came into the luxuriously furnished office and shut the door behind her. He was in his middle-thirties with dark curly hair, cut fashionably long, white sparkling teeth, and chiseled features that would have looked more at home on a movie star. He got up and led Barbara to a soft chair in front of his desk and then sat down next to her.
She crossed her long, lovely legs to advantage and pulled in her stomach so that her voluptuous breasts stood out even more-the hard nipples clearly outlined beneath the silk of her dress.
"We haven't met before, Miss Sherwood," Paul began, his avid eyes taking in every bit of uncovered flesh. "Since you're one of the key people in the office I thought we should get better acquainted."
Barbara wasn't fooled for a moment. She knew that Al Benson had already told him everything about her-including her sexual activities. No, Mr. Winslow wasn't going to fool her!
She smiled coyly.
"Why don't you call me Barbara, everyone does!"
"Fine! Just like one big happy family, huh?" he said, reaching out and laying his hot hand on Barbara's thigh. "You and I are going to get along just fine, Barbara!"
She felt a surge of pleasure as his fingers bit lightly into her naked thigh. A warm, familiar glow was already spreading through her heated loins and she knew that her panties were probably wet from the juices that were starting to flow down from her sweet love-box.
"Oh, yes, I'm sure we are!"
"How would you like to be considered for the position as my private secretary?" Paul Winslow said suddenly, his fingers inching further up Barbara's creamy-white thigh.
"B-but, what about Miss Armstrong?" Barbara asked, thinking about the girl in the outside office she had just passed.
His fingers were playing with the band of tight elastic on her panties-teasing and tantalizing the hair-covered pink pussy that lay only an inch or so away.
"Miss Armstrong has some hang-ups about what she'd be required to do for me," he answered with a leer. There was no mistaking what he had in mind. "I get the impression you might be more-uh, how shall I put it-more cooperative?"
Barbara was going out of her mind from the dancing fingers that were pressing and probing against her damp pussy now-kneading and massaging her erect clitoris. She had uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly to give Mr. Winslow better access to the delights that awaited him there.
"Oh, I would ... I would!" she gasped, trying to keep her composure.
"Fine! I didn't think my judgment was mistaken about you!"
Barbara's mind was racing. Surely Al Benson had been wrong about Mr. Winslow wanting someone like Laura Jones! It seemed obvious to her that he wanted a real woman-one who knew what fucking was all about! Her eyes went down to the thickly pulsing bulge at his groin and she gasped at the huge size of it. It seemed about ready to explode!
Suddenly his fingers left her throbbing pussy and he picked up the telephone.
"Miss Armstrong? Please hold all my calls until I tell you. Miss Sherwood and I are going to be deep in conference!"
His voice was taunting and smug and he winked at Barbara as he replaced the receiver in the cradle.
"How about a drink, Barbara?"
He didn't wait for her to reply but went quickly to the bar cabinet in the corner of the huge office and began mixing drinks.
"Why don't you lock the door," he called out to the deliriously happy Barbara. She did as she was told and then, instead of returning to the chair, she went to the long, soft-leather couch along the wall and sat down to wait for him.
"Why don't you take off your clothes and get comfortable," he said, setting down the tall drinks on the table in front of the couch. He was already beginning to shed his own suit and shirt.
Barbara watched in fascination as he stripped. She loved a strong man who knew how to order her around. There was no beating around the bush with Paul Winslow-he knew what he wanted and told her so without fucking around. She was barely conscious of shedding her own clothing as she continued to watch him. His shorts were finally kicked away and he stood before her-his huge cudgel standing straight out from his loins and throbbing like crazy. She could see every detail of the enormous cock, from the thick purplish knobhead with the tiny slit in the end to the rope-like veins pumping heated blood up and down the pole-like shaft. She licked her lips in anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive and she could hardly wait. The only other time she had experienced sex in the office was when she had masturbated Al Benson in the office supplies closet.
"Like it, baby?" Paul asked, picking up his drink and sipping it slowly. "Like to have this cock shoved up your cunt and your ass-hole?"
"Oh, yesssss," Barbara hissed delightedly, stripping off her panties. Her damply pulsating cunt was alive with delicious sensations and her fingers wanted to go down and massage the erect little clitoris.
"Then get over here and kiss it!"
Barbara wasted no time in scurrying over to where Paul waited for her. She dropped to her knees quickly and took the enormous shaft in her hands and planted a wet kiss on the thick knobhead. She loved the taste of male cockflesh and she was soon running her scarlet lips up and down the tremendous pole, nibbling and sucking on the awful instrument lovingly while her free hand massaged his lust-swollen balls.
"Aaaahhhhhhh, that's good ... that's good," he panted, rotating his pelvis in time to the lovely secretary's oral manipulations. "I love it when someone plays with my balls while they eat cock!"
"Mmmmmmnnnnnn," Barbara breathed excitedly against the sweet male organ. She could hardly contain herself and she ovaled her mouth and poised it above the throbbing white cock. "I want to suck it! Can I? Can I suck your cock for you? Oh, please, let me ... I'll give you the best mouth-job you ever had!"
Her lower body was writhing and twisting and her cunt seemed as if it were going to explode from the tremendous pressure building up in her burning loins.
Paul reached down casually and began to knead and massage her swollen breasts, nipping the hardened shafts of her nipples between his strong fingers. Instead of pain she felt pure delight. She wanted him to hurt her!
Licking her lips one last time she slowly sucked in the heated pole of cockflesh. It slid easily into her waiting warm cavern and he gasped as her tongue began to lick wantonly around and around the thick pole as it slid further and further back into her mouth.
"Jesus, baby, suck me ... suck me good! Oh, wow, you've got the best fucking mouth I ever knew! Chew it, you sweet piece of ass you! Suck it and milk me dry!"
His hips began to move back and forth savagely as he pumped the lust-swollen cock in and out of her willing mouth. He could see her lips bulging around it, the heated pole impaling her head obscenely and her flashing eyes looking up at him gratefully for the heavenly mouthful
"Mmmmmmnnnnn ... aaaaahhhhhhhh!" she mewled, milking wildly and trying to force the salty-sweet male sperm up through the tiny channel from his heavy testicles to the dilated tip of his prick. S'. . loved it-she loved every inch of this wonderful, sensation-giving cock! She had to have more and more of it-more and more!
"Arrrggghhhhhh!" Paul suddenly moaned, his body tensing as the white-hot male come exploded in a great torrent into Barbara's greedily sucking mouth. She almost gagged from the flood of male juices that overflowed her mouth and made it bulge obscenely. She gulped down the liquid as quickly as she could but little strings of come oozed out of the corners of her scarlet lips and lay on her chin.
By God, she's right, Paul though ecstatically as the come continued to pump forcefully out of his throbbing cock, she's got the most talented mouth that ever wrapped itself around a prick! His heated pole was rapidly deflating but he continued the savage thrusting in and out of her devouring cavern as she sucked out the last little bit of delicious liquor. Her tongue was seeking out every crevice and fold of skin, searching for more and more of the wonderful fluid.
Barbara moaned as he finally pulled his aching cock from her mouth. Her eyes were glazed with wanton lust and her fingers were busily trying to milk her own orgasm from her damply twitching pussy.
"I could suck cock forever ... mmmnnnnnnn ... just a little more, please! Pleasssseeeeee!"
But Paul shoved her head roughly away with his hands and went to the couch and collapsed on it. It had been the best blow-job he had ever had and he wanted time to recover before he continued their wild sex orgy. He had purposefully cleared all of his appointments and he knew that they would be undisturbed. His eyes went down to the girl's frantically probing fingers deep up in her cunt and the sight was tremendously erotic. Barbara was panting heavily and her long dark hair was flying around her head as she moaned and tried to force the overwhelming orgasm out of her pussy.
"Let me do that for you, honey," he called out with a leer. "I owe you one!"
His lean body came up quickly from the couch and he picked up one of the half-filled glasses of liquor as he went toward her. She lay down on the plush carpet and spread her legs out as far as they would go. Her lust-glazed eyes were looking up at him gratefully and she could hardly wait to see what he was going to do. This was better than anything that had ever happened to her.
"W-what are you going to do?" she asked.
He took a long swig of the drink and lay down beside her, his fingers and mouth running all over her breasts and slowly making their way down her nakedly trembling belly, lips barely touching her fevered flesh. Then, through half-crazy eyes, she watched him take what remained in the glass and pour some of the fiery liquid over the dark triangle of her pubic hair and then the remainder into his mouth
Suddenly, he shifted and without any further delay, his face was up between her widespread milk-white thighs, his lips gluing themselves tightly to her warmly throbbing cunt. His tongue speared out into her aching pussy flesh and then she felt the sudden gush of liquid which was both stinging hot and freezing cold, and she realized that he had taken a full mouthful of the drink and forced it deep into the hidden softness of her cunt where it mingled with the already flowing juices of her sex-incited womanhood. It felt like a swarm of bees had been turned loose in there as the strong alcohol bit into her tender tissues.
And then he was licking it out, sipping from the widespread mouth of her pussy as she thrust the living cup against his face, heated beyond measure by the burning alcohol and the fiery depths of her burning flesh.
"Oh, God, yessss ... suck me ... SUCK MEEEEEEE!"
Her body was trembling wildly as his mouth avidly glued itself to the dripping cuntal flesh. His tongue delved deep, licking away the love nectar and Barbara swallowed convulsively. Her cunt began undulating up against his face and the lewdly searching tongue that was driving her crazy for relief. An easy rhythm of licking and sucking was set up as his face burrowed deeper and deeper into her wildly churning vaginal channel.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she suddenly yelped as his fevered tongue left her dripping pussy and found her straining clitoris. The hard little bud of meat jerked crazily as he bit and sucked it into further erection. "AAAAAAHHHHHHH! I'LL DIE IF YOU STOP ... OH, JESUS, MAKE ME COME ... MAKE ME COMMMMMMEEEEEE!"
He had no intention of stopping. His flashing tongue was everywhere at the same time-lapping, sucking, nibbling, forcing every nerve in her body alive and straining to the ecstatic rhythm of his obscene oral lovemaking.
"My ass ... shove your finger in my ass..."
Before she could finish the sentence he had lifted her straining and twisting buttocks high in the air, his tongue still glued to her damply quivering cunt as his fingers found the writhing little hairless ass-hole and plunged cruelly in.
"AAAAARRRGGGHHHH!" She screamed in pain as the fingers dug savagely into her nether passage-adding wonderfully to the pleasure/pain she felt. "Oh, hurt me! Hurt me! Split me in two! Shove your Goddamned fingers all the way up into my stomach and HURT MEEEEEE!"
He brutally reamed her ass with his fingers as his tongue plunged ever deeper into the gaping hair-covered hole of her pussy. His face glistened from the mixture of alcohol and pussy juices and his thick cock was jerking against his thigh-erect and ready for more action.
Within seconds the young secretary's body was writhing and twisting wantonly and then there was a frantic thrashing and the sticky sweet gushing of her heated female cum from her tortured body into his greedily sucking mouth.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming ... I'M COMINGGGGGG!" she yelled, wild with the rapturous sensations that exploded again and again in a wild and boiling series of deep orgasmic spasms far up in her belly that rolled down through her cunt and out her jerking lovely legs.
Paul's fingers were still buried deep up in Barbara's ass-hole and he continued the cruel thrusting in and out. The heady aroma of her undulating, come-oozing cunt was driving him crazy and he continued to use his long tongue on flickering trips up the brunette's steaming cuntal passage, then flicking the tender bud of her clitoris and sending her into even more frenzied ecstasy.
Then, slowly, he stopped his lunges into her ass-hole and pulled his fingers from her puckered little opening with a loud sound. His lips left her quivering pinkly ruffled pussy lips and he pulled his body around and lay down on the carpet next to her still shaking body.
"Jesus, that was wonderful..." she gasped out, almost incoherent with joy. "I'll do anything for you ... anything!"
Paul smiled lewdly to himself, thinking about just how much she was going to do for him. There was no question that he had enjoyed having his throbbing cock sucked by the attractive secretary and then giving her a tongue-reward. But he had much more on his mind than this sex-crazed girl. He wanted her driven to the point where she could act as his willing tool in getting what he really wanted. And that was somebody like Laura Jones.
His experienced eye had lighted on Laura on his first day in the office. He could see below the unattractive clothing she wore what a magnificent body she had. He had immediately sent for her personnel file and read it with mounting interest, his hand gently massaging the bulge at his groin as he skimmed through the psychological tests that all employees were required to undergo. Every one of the sophisticated tests had indicated that Laura had a real battle to repress her own sexuality.
Barbara reached over and began massaging his lust-erected cock and Paul let his mind wander as she tried to bring it to full size. He had always been successful with all of the pussy he had ever wanted. He took sex as gluttons enjoyed eating-satiating himself without really finding pleasure. He couldn't begin to count the number of times his cock had been sucked raw by some willing mouth or how many ass-holes he had reamed with it.
But recently, more and more he found himself drawn to girls and women who were the very opposite of those he had previously sought out for his sexual gratification. The glossy swingers were all right, of course. He spewed his white-hot sperm into their willing body orifices when his body demanded release. But there was something artificial in them that often turned him completely off. They were too willing to give him a blow-job in exchange for an evening of drinks-too compliant and willing to raise their upturned ass-holes to his rampaging cock-they thought nothing of offering up their heated cunts to him.
But there was something missing! He needed the aphrodisiac of force. His pulse raced as he thought of subjecting unwilling young girls to his depraved demands. Not professionals-no, they were too easy! He wanted to sink his cock to the hilt in virginal mouths or ass-holes or cunts!
"Jesus, baby, it's coming back to life!" Barbara cooed, bending over and kissing his jerking prick lovingly.
Paul ignored her and continued to think about
Laura Jones. Now that little bitch is hiding something under those shapeless dresses, he thought erotically to himself. His expert eyes detected the softly swelling curves of her breasts and hips and he imagined himself undressing her resistant body while she begged for mercy. Despite the fact that she did everything she could to make herself unattractive he knew that she was really a beautiful young girl.
He remembered the other details from Laura's file. She lived alone and had no nearby relatives. In his mind he planned the details of her forced seduction. Oh, she would fight, of course! But that would make it all the more exciting and his conquest would be all the sweeter for her begging him to spare her the shame and humiliation of ramming his cock into her cringing little puckered ass-hole.
Jesus, he thought, it's going to be wonderful to make her humble herself before me. He could hardly wait to put his plans into effect. But he needed someone like Barbara Sherwood to help him and he wanted to insure that nothing went wrong. Al Benson had helped him there and now he could afford to give the over-sexed secretary some incentive to help him seduce Laura.
"Do you really want to work for me?" he asked the girl who was leaning over his body. "Oh, yes, lover, I do!" she replied warmly, patting his lust-swollen cock.
"And would you be willing to do me special favors sometimes?"
Here it comes, Barbara thought to herself.
"You mean like what we've been doing?" she asked breathlessly, trying to keep the cynicism out of her voice.
"Of course!" he replied, too quickly. "This and perhaps a few other things!"
Barbara knew what was coming but she wanted him to say it. She didn't care what the fuck he wanted her to do as long as she got what she wanted from him.
"Like what?"
His cock was jerking out wildly from his loins as she continued to massage it, running her slender fingers up and down the thick shaft and squeezing it sensuously.
"Well, baby, you've got a pretty talented body there but..." he paused for a moment, thinking about Laura's hidden young charms, " ... but I'm not the kind of guy who's satisfied with just one cunt. I need lots of strange stuff! I thought you might help me with one of the girls in the typing pool in return for all the help I can give you with the job!"
"And more fucking?" she prompted.
"All you want, baby!" Paul replied.
"You want me to be your pimp, is that it?"
She said it warmly and not at all sarcastically. She would do whatever he wanted-she had already decided that. Her cunt was burning again from the nearness of his enormous cock and the knowledge that he could satisfy her the way she hadn't been satisfied in years. She would help him get Laura Jones or anyone else he wanted!
"You don't mince words do you Miss Sherwood!"
There was a glint of excitement and lust in his eyes.
"I think we'll make a perfect pair," Barbara laughed. "Now how about a little cock to seal the bargain?"
He suddenly pushed her over onto her back and began flicking his tongue over her hardened nipples. He continued until she almost passed out from the pleasure he was giving her.
"Oh, God, that feels soooooo good!" she moaned, feeling a chill run the whole length of her body. She closed her eyes, trying to fight off the desire to scream out at the top of her voice for him to fuck her-fuck her now!
He kneaded and massaged her breasts relentlessly until her body was almost driven crazy by the animal force deep within her and she could feel a sudden tightening between her thighs.
His mouth sucked hungrily at the soft swells, engulfing all he could hold in his mouth, straining the hardened nipples and pulling at the awakened flesh until she began to squirm sensuously under his touch.
His hands roamed over the curves of her hips while he continued his sensual mouthing of her breasts, running down over the narrowness of her waist and gripping the rounded bulge of her buttocks, squeezing and massaging cruelly, sending tremors of desire through her writhing body. He knew every vital spot, a deliberate fondling that drove her into a wanton frenzy.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned as his fingers began to massage the soft inner flesh of her thigh and slowly, painstakingly work their way to the soft curls of her pubic hair between her legs and search for the tiny sensitive bud of her inflamed clitoris. His fingers triggered a lustful response as he probed and prodded, playing teasingly with the soft pink lips of her vagina. She rolled back and forth on the lushly carpeted office floor, trying to enjoy every bit of the flood of desire that was tearing through her body and making her belly ache with desire.
"Hurry ... oh, hurry ... I want you to fuck my pussy this time! Ram that wonderful tool right up my cunt and into my belly! Oh! Oh! Shove it to me, lover ... make me come ... I want to come again!
"Yes, baby," he hissed, "you like it, don't you? Tell me you like it, Laura!"
Despite her frenzied lust, Barbara had heard him call her Laura. She almost laughed out loud at his eagerness to get the young typist. Christ, she thought, he can hardly wait.
"Yessss ... yesssss," she whimpered, her whole body suddenly aflame with lewdly kindled desire. She didn't care what he called her as long as he fucked her soon!
His index finger began to probe through the thin hair-lined folds of flesh that guarded her vagina and rubbed slowly, tantalizingly against the soft channel of her wetly spongy walls. It no longer mattered that the man who was sending the waves of lustful desire through her only wanted to use her to fuck another woman, the only thing that mattered was that he was making her feel alive and like a complete woman, generating pleasure and a painful lust that had to be satisfied.
She could feel his iron-hard prick jerk against her thighs and she wanted him to be inside her.
"You want it, don't you ... well, beg me for it, Laura!" he rasped, hardly able to talk through his own passion.
He rocked back on his knees so that she could see his giant manhood throbbing over her and she wanted to scream for him to shove it into her-her mouth-her ass-hole-her cunt-anywhere as long as he could quench the raging fires of her passion.
"Fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEEEE! Oh, God, I want it! I beg you ... shove it to meeeeee!"
His body fell on top of hers and she shuddered with anticipation-wanting him, and she arched her hips so that he could take her.
He aimed his huge, thick prick at the tiny slit of her vagina, prodding slowly at first so that she thought she would go out of her mind.
"Give me all of it!" her lips screamed, but just as she tried to force her hips up further against him, trying to force him completely into her, he pulled away.
He sensed her desire, but he was enjoying this little bit of sadism as she waited, moaning, wanting him, and he wasn't going to let her have it all at once.
"Just a little, baby ... do you want more?" he said teasingly.
Her body ached so much with desire that it no longer mattered what she said or did, she had to have him!
"Yes ... for God's sake ... YES ... FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" she moaned, wriggling her hips like a mad woman.
With one mighty thrust he was deep inside her and she could feel the walls of her pussy close around his massive staff as he wormed his way inside her, in up to the very hilt. He rocked back and forth on her as she raised and lowered her hips, the two of them locked wetly in carnal lust.
"Fuck me harder ... harder..." she muttered between tightly clenched teeth, wishing that she could devour his whole body up into her hungrily clasping pussy. She wanted him to screw her into the floor and really hurt her.
"I'm ready ... I'm coming ... coming ... aaaagggghhhhh!" she moaned, tears of satisfaction running down her cheeks. "Oh, yes ... like that ... I'm coming!"
She could feel his soft, hair-covered testicles swaying against the inside of her flexed thighs and she could sense that he too was about to join her in frenzied climax.
"Here it comes ... here it is..." he choked. "I'm going to pump you full, baby, until it comes out of your fucking mouth!"
The rubbery walls of her vagina closed around the thickness of his prick and sucked at it desperately as he jerked out his climax, his penis throbbing angrily inside her, shooting his hot sperm deep into her belly.
"Oh, yes," she groaned, "I can feel it! I can feel it! Give it to me ... give it all to me!"
Her legs came up and she dug her ankles into the back of his strong buttocks, trying to force more and more of the wonderful cock into her fiery depths. She could feel the explosions as his cock spewed out more and more of the heated male sperm and she didn't want to even think about it ever ending. She would do whatever he wanted! He would never have to worry about her finding all the ripe young ass-holes he wanted for him! She would do it-anything as long as he would bring her such rapturous ecstasy!
With one last mighty lunge he rammed his lust-engorged cock deep into her, striking her cervix and sending waves of pleasure/pain shooting through her. But she didn't care-let him kill her if he wanted-just as long as the wonderful waves of exquisite pleasure didn't stop!