Chapter 4

I was stretched across my bed, reviewing topics for upcoming shows. For the life of me, I couldn't believe some of the material contrived by my writers. I was in the fortunate position of rejecting anything I deemed preposterous, or potentially damaging to the show's ratings. Although it wasn't often I exercised that right, the impulse to do so strongly existed after scanning these lists.

My writers, however, typically submitted ideas that left me flabbergasted. Among the suggestions for the future were "Women Who Lust For Circus Performers."

"Mothers Who Are Jealous Of Their Daughters," and "Male Strippers Who Have Been Seduced At Birthday Parties." Only the last one intrigued me. I often wondered how these men, who were hired to perform at the embarrassment of the targeted female, might react if the tables were turned on them. Depending on the level to which the men stripped played largely in that scheme.

Apparently, my staff tracked specific occurrences with attestants to back them. I placed a check mark beside that one, but ignored the others. I'm sure my writers would hatch some fresh absurdities, if only for sheer entertainment value. My stupefaction-the goal of these lists, I'm sure-was sought with unfailing regularity.

Within a few minutes, I began twitching against my sheets. The sensation of silk against my freshly bathed skin bore an erotic effect. My thighs traversed the glossy fabric in slow, indulgent waves. Ohhhhhhhhh. I received a most wicked feeling just by catering to this whim. At that moment, if a man were anywhere near, he would surely have been desired.

I couldn't help slipping a hand into my panties. My fingers ached to make contact with my clit. I sobbed with delight at that first soothing jiggle. Ohhhhhhh. Sex juice oozed around my probing digit. I rubbed harder, getting off on that self-satisfying massage. My finger, unfortunately, was a poor substitute for a cock. Once you've had something thick and hard encased in your pussy, little else will do.

I lowered my nipples to that sleek surface, then dragged them across with a sigh. The agitation inside me continued to build. I rotated those nubs, shaking. I heard moist sounds coming from my cunt. A fire raged between my legs. Ohhhhhhhh. My fingers effected a rapid, provoking rhythm that curled my toes and had me arching my back. I was forced to roll over, whipping my hair across the sheets, to finish the job. My eyes closed, my mouth dropped open, and I spasmed in a prolonged wail. It took several heart-hammering moments for me to recover.

Whew! I'm not sure what prompted that, but it resulted in a powerful orgasm. My flesh tingled all over in the afterglow.

I wanted to expedite the segment about the male strippers. If mere thinking about those kind of men brought about such a reaction, I trembled at the chance of actually sitting beside one. Would I maintain my cool, or would my attraction be obvious?

My doorbell sounded, jarring me from further speculation. I reached for my robe, tying the sash as I headed for the door. I wasn't expecting any callers. I had arranged for some peace and quiet this evening.

"Hi, Barbara."

"Keanu" greeted me at my entrance with a canvas sack. "I stopped by to drop off some of your fan mail. They were going to messenger it over, but I offered to take it."

"Thanks." I stepped back, inviting him inside with a suggestive flicker. "That was nice of you. Care for a drink?"

He hesitated. "Am I intruding?"

"Not in the least. I was just going over programming schedules."

He accepted my offer. The sack of mail was tossed over in the corner. "Anything objectionable?"

I shook my head. "A few duplications of past shows. We've done the mother-daughter thing to death. Remember the pair that we had to have building security escort from the studio? The ones who launched into an unexpected cat fight?"

He nodded. "Who would forget? It was one hell of a fight."

I shrugged. "It's all the same to me. These people get riled at the drop of a hat." I motioned for him to follow me to my bedroom. "Why not see the latest brainstorming our writers have concocted?"

"Keanu" didn't bat an eye. He had visited my bedroom in the past-not always for recreational purposes. I held marathon conferences on my bed. The king-sized variety offers space and elegance for all purposes. Some of the best conversations I've ever had were on the luxury of that silk-covered mattress, with pillows strewn for added comfort.

Naturally mischief had been known to occur during the course of business. What can I say? I'm human.

We arranged ourselves on opposite sides of my bed. My notes for the show were smack in the middle. My robe parted as I positioned myself on my hip, exposing an ample section of cleavage. "Keanu" tried to be cool about it, but his eyes gravitated to the luscious swell of my tits. He kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the right side. I silently noted that he chose to lay on his stomach, obstructing my view of his crotch.

I thought about our little episode in the elevator. "Keanu" certainly didn't subscribe to any form of modesty while cramming his erect cock down my throat. It was also my recollection that initiated the session. As my employee, "Keanu" was careful not to overstep his bounds.

It did seem strange that he was fully dressed-blue jeans, T-shirt, socks-while the robe I donned was my sole article of clothing. There was an imbalance in that scheme. I resolved to go with it, and would keep an open mind in the event things happened.

"Keanu" cracked up at some of the recommendations shown on the paper. "Are these guys serious? I mean, women who are hot for people in the circus? like, they get off on watching the sword-swallower?"

I nodded. "I suppose it takes a depth of imagination to create these things. Writers tend to let their crazy side get the better of themselves."

He sighed. "I suppose."

While he skimmed through the list, I grazed his thigh with my fingers. It was a soft, meaningless gesture, absently executed. Concurrently, I scanned another sheet with equally absurd ideas. "Did we do a show on masturbation?"

Without glancing at me, "Keanu" said, "I believe so. Didn't we get some guy who liked jerking off while he talked dirty over the phone with his wife from the office?"

My lips curved. "Yes. He'd lock his door, call her, and proceed to describe all the things he wanted to do to her when he arrived home."

"We couldn't air all his comments."

"Keanu" added, with a chuckle. "The censors had a fine job splicing that one together."

I shrugged. "So what else is new? If we didn't broadcast at least enough of the suggestive parts, we wouldn't please our audience."

"Keanu" concurred. "If we didn't, it would definitely disappoint them. That's why they tune in daily."

The pattern with which I caressed "Keanu's" thigh evolved into something distinctly erotic. My fingertips had embedded heat sensors, detecting as well as attracting the beat of his hormones. A compulsion to include those firm buns in my swirling probe steadily rose. I barely fought off the urge. My nerve endings thirsted for that manly texture.

"On the flip side, we also ran a show about wives who have visited their husbands at work for a little after-hours fun," he reminded. "Who could forget that one woman who got disgusted with all the overtime her husband was racking up at the office and elected to do something about it?"

"Didn't she arrive naked under a raincoat?"

"Keanu" chuckled. "And spike heels. She stood on his desk and did an arousing striptease that ended with a hot and heavy session."

"The spark in their marriage was completely restored." I inched dangerously close to his butt, my fingers poised for attack. "We definitely cater to people's fantasies. More importantly, we show our viewers that most of them aren't unusual-they're popular."

"Keanu" extended his leg and accidentally brushed mine. At least, that was my perception. It was a virtual shock to my system. Ohhhhhhh. I was ill-equipped to receive that potent charge. Was he reciprocating some of the stimulation I fed him?

"How about the man who liked hiding in the closet to watch his wife fucking men she picked up in bars?" he prompted without lifting his eyes from the paper-or determining the location of my hand.

"I think that was because he couldn't seem to understand his deficiency in bed," I mused. "His wife claimed nothing he did kindled her lust."

"She sure liked inviting those studs over. They'd go at it for hours while he secretly observed them. She didn't have the slightest notion he was hiding from view."

I slid closer to "Keanu," shaking with desire. The hell with these games. I put my hand on his ass and treated myself to a series of gropes. I pinched and fondled him to my heart's content.

"But he did reveal himself to her, after the last stud left. He came out of the closet and fucked her brains out. He imitated the same moves he'd seen, while also improving on them. His wife underwent a complete change afterward. She didn't want anybody else, only her husband." My fingers snaked between his legs, somewhere between his anus and balls. "It just goes to prove that it never hurts to learn," I appended in a husky voice.

"Keanu" was mute as I stroked and prodded. A hot, churning sensation overtook me. I could see him make the mental transition from perusing that list to uncontrolled horniness. I magnified the yearning I ignited with precision. My hand was an extension of my fevered brain, infusing him with the same, desperate thoughts.

Gradually, "Keanu" reached for me. He caressed my cheek with his thumb. To complete his delight, I licked it. He watched my tongue flutter over it, then, when I was positive of his enjoyment, I sucked it into my mouth.

It was time to push work off to the side.

"Barbara," he gasped, then slid his hand into my robe and cupped my tit. He thumbed my nipple, making it harden. Desire flashed through me like lightning.

I released his thumb, then slowly brought my tit out of concealment. It bulged deliciously from my robe. His features tensed at the plush pinkness of my aureola. I took his saliva-coated thumb and swirled it around the nipple. It expanded yet further. I moaned, showing him what his touch did to me.

"Keanu" uncovered my other tit, then planted his mouth over the other nipple. Soft suction followed.

I arched myself to him, taken by its stirring force. Although neither of us demonstrated blatant lust for each other at the studio, we recognized an opportunity to physically enjoy one another. "Yes, ohhhh, suck it. Lick it, yes, yes, harder."

He kneaded one tit while sucking the other. His somber, starved expression pierced me. He appeared engrossed in what he was doing.

I rolled onto my back, surrendering to the power of his suck. Shaking with want, I readily submitted myself to him. I was totally involved in the splendor his mouth provided.

"Mmmmmmmmm," he grunted, taking advantage of my sweet nipple. His tongue twirled around it, inflaming my senses. "Oh, Barbara. You taste so good."

I was tingling with desire, warm and wet. He knew it and drove that impulse steadily forward. My robe spilled open, exposing my writhing flesh. I trembled as "Keanu's" hand traveled the length of my body. Ohhhhhhhhhh. His touch seared me. When he arrived at my black panties, he grinned. Very slowly and methodically, they were tugged over my hips until he saw the brown wisps of my pussy. It was then that his hunger truly flared. He dragged me by the shoulders to him. I felt urgency in his grip. His need seemed very strong.

"Ohhhhhm," I sighed. The air compressed from my lungs at the first lashing of his tongue. He lapped my nipples in a way that left me in a hot quiver. I let out a cry as his lips dug wetly into my flesh, sucking my tits. His tip remained vibrant as it teased my rock-hard nuggets. My cunt dripped with a moisture that would have made instant penetration possible. A gnawing desire to be fucked clutched me. I barely held back the whim to feel his cock and make it big. I ached for him to put it in me.

"Keanu" was very much in command of the situation. His hands explored my body with curiosity, groping my flesh as though to reassure himself this was hardly a fantasy. One minute we were discussing work-related items, the next, hot sex. His fingers delved into my butt, searching for my heat source. His squeeze was tender, yet strained.

"God, Barbara." His voice" was hoarse with longing.

My pussy, hot with juice, itched for cock. I yearned for him to take me from my misery and shove it in me hard.

But "Keanu" took a different approach. He removed my panties, flinging them off to the side. I was totally naked, overheated with want. I was sent a feral look before he lowered his face between my legs. I opened them wide, shaking. His breath was hot against my inner thighs. He kissed them, tracing the flesh with his tongue, then moved slowly to my open heat. His mouth neared my cunt. I could not control the warm tremors that came at the thought of receiving his tongue. I anticipated the rush of excitement.

"Keanu" did not disappoint.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh!" I whimpered as he slithered along my cunt lips. He moved his tongue up and down until they divided. My swollen clit was now accessible to his tip. He lapped the juicy area, lapping up the moisture, flicking into the hot slit, then went straight over my love button. I closed my eyes, clutched his head and moaned sharply. I tried to guide him in his volley of sweet licks, but he wouldn't be tamed. He demonstrated a strength I hadn't expected, slurping me furiously. All I could do was thrust my cunt at him.

"Ohhhh, there, yes, there. Don't stop. It feels so good." I was unafraid to express myself in graphic terms; "Keanu" adored verbal approval particularly when I was fully aroused. "Suck my pussy, eat my cunt good. Ohhhhhh. Lick me deep." I gritted my teeth and let my fractured breath alert him to my thrill of his performance.

I watched him gobble my pussy, but our position was far too awkward. My weight was supported by my elbows and my tits bobbed heavily, my knees resting on his shoulders. I barely caught his face as it descended between my legs. Just that sweet tongue action, fast and furious, made its existence known to me.

"Keanu" pried open my thighs and sank his head between them. He dipped into my nectar-rich pussy, eating the creamy spew that emerged. His fingers were like iron as they held me apart, yet he wasn't rough. He seemed conscious, even during the heat of passion, not to hurt me.

"You're like honey," I gasped in between slurps. "Oh, Barbara. Let me eat you. Let me suck your pussy. Mmmmmmmmmm. I can't seem to get enough of you."

"Yes, yes!" I cried tersely. He made my clit throb as he licked it, sucking around my cunt lips. My ass jumped high as I shivered, only to be wrestled down to the bed by his tongue. I shook feverishly as he fed upon me. When I thought I'd had enough and was about to cum, he varied the path of his whipping tongue, forcing me to adapt to a new rhythm.

"I've wanted to do this since I walked through the door," he confessed under his breath. "It's tough being in the same room and not making a grab for you."

He slid his mouth back to the dripping pinkness, devouring me with an inflamed appetite. He ate my cunt so sweetly, giving me tremendous satisfaction. He stroked my pussy lips, swollen and ready. He followed the rich flesh up and around, coming back to my slit. Finally, he entered my pussy with his tongue.

"Ohhhhh," I gasped, shaking. My fingernails scratched his head as I reacted to the assault of powerful sensations. I arched my back, moaning.

He strained to penetrate me as deeply as possible. I threw my legs open even farther apart, wanting his tongue buried in my snatch. I began gyrating my hips, moving in circles against his mouth, begging him to extend himself yet another inch or two. He wiggled his tip inside me, probing my tight cunt walls. I felt his saliva dribble down my thigh. I whimpered.

"Oh, God, that feels incredible," I murmured consumed with lust. He was driving me out of my mind-and was completely knowledgeable of that fact.

When I thought I would go mad, he abruptly withdrew his tongue and attacked my clit. He vibrated against me until I pulsated beneath the tickling pressure. My cunt became even more hot and juicy from his volley of licks. The young man bid me no escape from direct contact with my love button. I was shattered by the feverish lashings. His subsequent slurps sent me into oblivion.

Woozy from his cunt-lapping, I was propelled by a need to hold his cock in my fist. I curved by body, altering my position until his crotch was within reach. I saw that his dick was hard and straining against his jeans. I was pleased to see how big it had gotten, pulsating with fury. It was fairly substantial for someone of his height. His erect cock spanned the length of his front. As he twisted on the bed, gulping my hot juices, I noticed the tip of his cock emerging from the top of his underwear. The bulbous head peered over the elastic rim demanding to be freed.

I undid the button to his jeans, then slid my hand into his underwear. His cock throbbed in my fist as I pumped it. Jesus, I was aroused, lusting for something this large and rigid slicing into my pussy. I was certainly glad "Keanu" arrived at my place when he did. He came to my rescue; otherwise, I would have had to dig out my vibrator.

Unconsciously, my fingers tightened around his pulsating bulk. "I love your huge cock, baby. Ohhhhhhh. I can see it's ready for me."

"Sure is. Mmmmmmmmmm." His mouth returned to my outpour of lust.

"Yes. Keep sucking it. Suck that hot pussy. Ohhhhhhh. Keep going. Ohhhhhhh. That feels good, baby. So good. You know what you're doing down there, that's obvious."

"Keanu" was keen to the quickening of my pulse. "Tell me how much you want me," he demanded in a hoarse voice.

My vocal cords strained. "I want you so much."

"How much?" he taunted.

"So fucking much."

"That's it," he muttered, then lapped my pussy. He appreciated my steamy dialogue in conjunction with his probing tip. "I love your taste. Oh, Barbara, you're the best, on screen and off. Nobody compares to you. You're every man's fantasy."

"I don't know about that."

"You are. Sometimes I jerk off, thinking about you."

"You do?"

"Only when I can't have you at that moment."

I responded by moaning aloud. My mind reeled. Christ, the sensation had rocked me. He punctuated the stimulation by rotating his finger in and out of my pussy. Faster and faster he went, inspiring my clit. He juiced me up with his rapid, urgent movements-only to dispatch a torrent of fresh moisture with his observant tongue. His tip became pointed and speared my horny slit, piercing my juicy pink cunt lips like a skilled tool.

"I love to lick you, baby. You're sweet," he said between mouthfuls. "Your pussy is pure sugar."

"Ohhhhhhhhh. You give good head, baby. I like what you do with that hot tongue. It's so familiar with cunt. Oh, yeah. Work it. Suck my clit, scrape it with your teeth. Ohhhhhhhh. You're driving me wild with those teasing strokes. More, baby. Keep it going. Don't stop-not even for air."

"I don't want to stop," he divulged. "You give me such a hard dick every time I see you. Oh, Barbara, I want this to be good for you. I want you to want me all the time. I want to be with you as much as possible." After a loud gulp, he added, "I want to be your only man."

That would be tough to arrange, I thought. A number of men revolved through my world. What could I say? Men enjoyed chasing after me. Who was I to deny them, or myself? "Keanu," I surmised, was quite jealous of my alternating affections for the guy at the office who looked like Lou Diamond Phillips. When those two were together, somewhat of a clash occurred. I had to often do them both, simultaneously-such as in the elevator-just to keep the peace.

At any rate, "Keanu" was sweet to wish he could be number one. I doubted it could happen, but I wasn't about to spoil our little party by enlightening him.

"Oh, God, baby, you lick so good," I gasped, lifting my ass from the sheets and feeding him cunt. "Ohhhhhhhh. Here. Put your tongue in it. Yes. Go deep. Oh, baby. You're the best. You know how to do it."

"I want you to cum harder than ever before." He lowered his face back into my muff, darkening with determination.

My grip on his cock tightened. I fastened my fingers to his pulsating shaft, unwilling to release it. I wanted to cum, feeling its bone texture against my flesh. I pumped my fist up and down, titillated by its answering throb.

Christ, I wanted to feel him buried in my snatch. I wanted to fuck him, show him how hot he made me. I was prepared to squeeze his cock, trigger his orgasm-but only after I came around that stiff shaft.

"Keanu's" tongue went faster, dabbing attentively at my juices and clit. The frequency of flicks made me fight for air. My hips kicked upward, my pussy perceptively rising to meet his galloping tongue, to ensure our slippery connection. When he fought my ass back to the mattress with some powerful licking, I cried out.

"Ohhhhh!" I choked, my brain whirring. "Oh, Jesus, lap my hot mound, keep your mouth there. Keep doing that, baby." I was infused with hot excitement, left no choice but to cum heavily in his face. "Oh, baby, I'm going to cream."

"Yeah," he muttered under his breath, vibrating his tongue to numbing effect. "Yeah."

I clenched my one fist, shaking while the other trembled holding his cock. I felt a small bead of cum pop from its head with my thumb. The rest of him throbbed in my grip.

"Oh, oh, baby.. . you're making me cum!"

I gave myself over to the fever, shuddering. My young man was ready, shoving his tongue as deep as possible into my pussy the second the contractions occurred. He, too, wanted to experience my orgasm in all its body-rocking splendor.

The spasms were rough and delicious, traveling straight to my womb. Exhilaration radiated through my entire being, seeking every pleasure point from my clit to my nipples. Tingling ripples even ran the length of my legs to my toe, making them curl. Shivering while grabbing his dick, I felt the sensation further expand.

"Yes," I cried with joy. "Oh, yes, oh, baby."

When my vision cleared and I was able to see him, I focused on the want in his expression. Raw desire was clearly etched in his handsome face. My nipples, bulging from attention, stood high. I held my arms open to him, aching to be penetrated.

"I need you inside me, baby," I whispered. "Fuck me, now. Please."

He pulled his T-shirt up over his head. His magnificent chest was bared with masculine pride. I smoothed my hands over it, marveling at its flawless contours. "Keanu" worked out regularly with "Lou" at the health club in our building. I could see definite evidence of rigorous conditioning. Mmmmmmmmmm. He let me remove his pants. Hell, I'd already gotten into them. I was too impatient to take care in folding them, preferring to wantonly hurl them beside my panties. My savage display brought a grin to his face. He seemed elated to have aroused the slut in me.

"I imagine your housekeeper finds some interesting items hiding under things," he mentioned.

The sight of his swollen cock sticking out of his briefs took my breath. Wow. He flaunted some serious equipment. I ran the flat of my palm over it.

"You like touching it, don't you?" he asked.

"It gets me excited."

"Play with it."

I pumped his cock with my fist. It's throb answered my call of passion. "You sure have a nice cock. Mmmmmmmm."

"Oh, yeah," he muttered, enjoying my manipulation. He swung his hips in my direction, allowing me to satisfy my need for physical contact. "Rub it back and forth. Ahhhhhh. You're getting me all worked up, baby. I want to climb on top of you and fuck your brains out."

"Be my guest."

"Keanu" acknowledged my husky invitation by slowly mounting me. I spread my thighs wide for him, welcoming the fit of his man's body. His thighs were hard and bristly-but to me, they were what I wanted moving against me. He rested his weight on his elbows, peering down at me as if he were part of a delightful dream.

"Let me do it," I said in his ear. "I want to stick you in my pussy."

I reached for his cock, scalded by its heat. I couldn't wait, but I deliberately paced myself so I wouldn't overexcite him. No use having him spurt all over me at this stage; I wanted to savor that hard dick slipping through my juicy cunt lips. He was throbbing in my fist, stiff as a bat. I guided his bloated head to my snatch, taking time to stroke my erect clit.

"Ohhhh," I moaned as a hot shiver raced through me. Involuntarily, I clenched my teeth.

"Want me to slam in hard, baby?" he asked, ready to ram me.

"Yeah."

"You want it stroking your pussy."

"Yeah."

His hand drifted to my tit, smoothing his fingertips over my nipple. Electric shocks followed. The guy certainly had a masterful touch.

"Look how hard you've gotten," he said, taking note of their rigid shape. "Look at how hungry you are."

He covered one nip with his lips, then sucking it through his teeth. Salvia was swirled around it.

"Ohhhhh!" I gasped. I rubbed his cock against my clit, carried away by the delicious result. He was making me so fucking horny, I could barely stand it.

"God, I love your big tits," he said. "I could just keep sucking them "

Again, my senses were given over to feverish stimulation. I found myself pushing toward the imperative flicker of his tongue. I massaged my swollen love button with his cock, making it wet with my juice. My body was fraught with a fiery commotion.

"You're driving me out of my mind," I sputtered, soaring.

"That's my intention, baby. I want to make it good for you."

His slippery pucker was a heavenly distraction. My nipple hardened beneath his expert whips and pool of spit. I vibrated under him, communicating my fever through the warmth of my pussy by dipping his cockhead into my creamy slit.

"Can you feel how much I want you?" I said, letting him stir in my juices.

Contact with my slippery cunt caused his ardent reaction. He released my nipple and stared down at me. I saw the kind of sexual starvation that made me feel weak.

He did the rest of the pushing, sinking his cock deep in my pussy. I moaned as I felt him reach through my hungry cunt, filling it with his throbbing dick. He watched me writhe and gasp as he occupied yet more of my body, lowering it until our groins were smashed together. I thought I was going to lose consciousness, it felt so great.

"Jesus, you're tight," he groaned, embedding himself far in my snatch. "Gotta be careful, baby. I don't want to shoot right away. I'm starting to get too excited."

No, I didn't want that, either. I wanted him to stay hard and deep as long as possible. My cunt tightened around his dick, willing him to pump me.

"Go slow," I said, undulating. "Fuck me slow." I wanted it to last.

"Yeah," he agreed, moving his hips.

I felt his shaft slide in and out of my cunt lips, slick with my juices. My clit tingled as he fucked, receiving some of his dick's friction. I was aware of every solid inch plunging through me. The weight of his body had me pressing into the mattress. He bore down with his knees, then slammed my ass against the springs. He repeated this action, pumping hard and fast, without reservation. The welcoming ache in my pussy overrode every other sensation.

"Not too much," I warned him, hardly able to talk. His balls smacked me, his groin thudding to mine. "Ohhhhhh. Don't cum yet. Ohhhhhh."

"Keanu" swallowed roughly, then stopped himself. "Whew. I guess I got carried away."

I wrapped my arms around him. "Mmmmm." He felt good in my embrace.

He scooped up my tits and squeezed them until the nipples were aligned, one next to the other. He covered them with his mouth, sucking and lapping while his cock stroked my pussy. The tug of his lips and the sweep of his tongue made my body sing with pleasure; the hard thrust of dick inside my cunt punctuated that sweet sensation.

I surrounded his waist with my legs. Using all the strength I possessed, pulled him tightly to me. His swollen shaft sank into me, trailed by the slap of his heavy balls. "Give it all to me. Stick that dick in me. Yeah, I like that. I love the way it feels. More. Push more of it into me. Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuck me with it."

He lifted himself from my spit-coated nipples, his face damp, his bearing feral. A wet lock of his hair swung over me. "You got me sweating, baby. You always make me sweat so much. Ahhhhhhh. I'm going to make you cum so hard. Oh, yeah, it's in so deep, enclosed in hot squish." He reached for my legs and, without disengaging himself, brought them up and over his head until they rested on his shoulders. This change of position submerged his cock to the hilt.

"Oh, God," I moaned, gritting my teeth. He was definitely feeding me solid bone, his hard cock making my pussy ache. Our groins hit with wet satisfaction. I was dripping with excitement as he pounded his big dick into me, making me feel all of it. "It goes in so far. It's jammed into my pussy. Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh. More, give me more of it. Jesus, yes, baby, that's it-slam it in me, make it explode."

I managed to get my hand between us so I could feel his shaft descend into my pussy. I caressed it as it ground into me, getting juicy from my hot snatch. It throbbed as I grazed it, sliding in and out of me with glorious agitation. I tried to grab it, but he refused to stop pumping me. Instead, I fingered his balls thumping with their creamy content-that hot white ooze he planned on squirting into my pussy.

I peered into his brown pupils while I groped him. Even in the darkness, I could see his fierce need. He made me moan as his cock went high in my pussy, slicing through succulent tissue. My cunt was opened to him, receiving the brunt of his wildness, impact of his fevered thrusts.

"Fuck me," I sobbed, rocking beneath him. "Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me!"

"I'll fuck you as hard as you want me to," he grunted. "I'll do whatever you like. I get off by pleasing you."

"This is what I like, this nice and stiff cock. Feed me those long strokes. Ohhhhhhhh. Your dick gives me so much pleasure-especially when it gets like a rock."

"Keanu" displaced my curious fingers roaming between our legs. He drew back my succulent cunt lips to their limit. His dick continued to bore far into my moist pussy. Without the buffer of my swollen lips, I was subjected to the pleasure of his cock's rough drive. I was more acutely aware of the slick skin of his shaft rubbing the tight ring of my cunthole.

"Ohhhhh, oh, my God. Oh,'" I murmured, the air compressing from my chest. "I'm getting close, so close."

"I want you to cum so good."

"I am," I sobbed, feeling myself tighten around his plunging cock.

My back pressed into the mattress as I spasmed. My entire body went numb, then turned to fire as the contractions rapidly spread.

"Ohhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

He never missed a beat, fucking me as hard as he could while I jerked beneath him. At the height of my seizure, my pussy sucked his cock into me. He groaned as he managed to keep it moving, holding back from cumming.

I dug my fingers into his buttocks as he ground into me. I arched my back, then pushed my snatch to him until he was in me deep. A prolonged gasp, dredged up from my hot, inner depths, emerged. Feeling that lost, intoxicating sensation was more than I could bear.

"Oh," I sighed, woozy. I was literally winded from the wrenching fuck. "You made me feel so good. That was great."

The young man, however, was far from through. His cock still throbbed inside me, nearing eruption. "I want more of you before I cream," he muttered. "You're hot tonight, baby-you've got me charged up."

The smooth walls of my smoldering pussy began their sucking movements at his embedded cock. I could see that it was driving "Keanu" wild, causing him to send his full balls into a moist smack against my inner thighs. I thought at that point he would burst inside me, but he merely grunted as he resumed his furious pumping.

A low, muffled groan escaped from me as I squirmed backward, almost succeeding in dislodging his impaling thickness. But he drove forward, firmly reestablishing himself in my hot pussy. There was a slight ache left from orgasm, but it slowly transformed into insufferable pleasure in my heavily filled cunt. I began a gentle rocking motion up against him, sliding my tight-grasping pussy lips in short, clasping strokes. At the same time, I ground the tiny, bud-like erection of my clit against his wiry pubes and hard cock.

I kneaded his clenched buttocks while my softly bouncing ass cheeks made wonderful contact with his balls. My stiff nipples grazed his smooth chest as my tits billowed beneath him.

"Keanu" savored the titillation I gave him, fucking my wet, clinging pussy. His thrusts were strong and deep, his lust-swollen cock retreating almost all the way out of me, then ramming back in as far as possible, until the head crashed against the innermost regions of my simmering cunt.

"Want my dick, baby?" he grunted. "Here it comes, nice and hard-all for you!"

"Ohhhh!" I whimpered, absorbing its wonderful impact. My voice quavered as I felt his steel-hard jackhammering all the way in, all the way out of my pussy. My body sang a blissful tune as it endured his rapid-fire strokes. I surrendered completely to him, thrashing and bucking wildly under him. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me good!"

"Keanu" shifted his elbows, resting them on either side of my madly bouncing boobs, and gripped both of them firmly in his palms. He tweaked the hard, erect nipples between thumb and forefinger as he dug into the resilient tanned flesh with his other fingers. He milked the up-thrust mounds with his rough hands in rhythm with his swift pumping, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from me.

"Oh, God!" I cried, twisting until he nailed me down with his whole cock.

"Does it hurt?" he muttered. "Too much for you?"

"No," I moaned. "Don't stop. More. Give me more of that big dick."

"Yeah," he said, fucking me. "It's what you need to get off-it's all you need."

My eyes began rolling in my head, unseeing and out of focus as I turned my mind inward to the rising storm of fury building up in my loins, my whole body pitching under his pounding body. I splayed my legs up over his shoulders in a widespread vee, my toes pointing at the ceiling and jerking up and down in the air as he pummeled harder and harder into my cunt with his pussy-filling cock, causing my ass to ricochet off the bed.

"I'm going to cum again," I told him, unable to compose the flare in my loins. "You're making me cum with that big dick of yours, baby. Jesus, I'm going to cum so hard."

He held me close, his piston-like hips accelerating. "Me, too, Barbara. I'm gonna shoot-"

His voice cracked as he lunged into me, then I felt him shudder almost at the same time I went into my sweet convulsion. His groin pelted against my moist pussy, his balls whacking as he emptied himself of his hot load. The gush of jism flooded me, spewing out from my cunt lips within seconds of injection. I raked his back with my nails as the gut-wrenching spasms consumed me. I ground my pussy to his rigid cock, wringing out the last palpitations of enjoyment.

"Oh, Barbara," he was hoarse, sounding exhausted. "That was so good, so fucking good."

My clit ached from orgasm, but I didn't care. I was completely satisfied, my cells humming. I couldn't remember the last time I came so intensely.

"Keanu" rolled off of me, easing his body beside mine. He wiped his forehead with the back of his wrists. His dick remained hard, moist with my sex juices. "Whew. We'd better take a break. That really wore me out."

"Break?" I echoed, ambivalent at to whether I was going to let that monster inside me for another round. "I'm through for the night."

"Can't handle it?" He was grinning from ear to ear. The temptation to fondle himself couldn't be curbed. His thick fingers went around his shaft, effecting a lazy, indulgent pump. "Ahhhh. Was it the best you ever had?"

"I'll never say," I shot back, determined to keep that sort of information confidential. He obviously wanted a full admission that he was better than his co-worker and rival for my lust.

"I know it was," he spoke with confidence. "You just can't bring yourself to admit it."

I shook my head. Keeping the peace at the studio was a job in itself.