Chapter 6
"I can't believe you were with him."
"Lou" complained, fighting to contain his irritation. "He knew you were by yourself, and he'd get the chance."
I shook my head. "Keanu" had bragged about our little bunk down of the previous night, causing friction on the work front. Rivalry was disconcerting and unproductive. I sensed "Lou's" disappointment and attempted to nip things in the bud by pulling him off to the side. My ruse was hardly successful. He pouted the entire time he was in my dressing room.
"You like him better," he accused. "Admit it."
"Stop. You're both behaving foolishly."
"Maybe I ought to find another job," he threatened. "Then he can have you all to himself."
"Is that what you really want? To abandon the show-and me?"
He considered that train of thought. "I don't know, Barbara. I just hate being left out."
"You weren't being left out. Things just happened." I waved my hands helplessly. The competitive nature of these two was out of control; it was adversarial.
I gazed at "Lou." How could I spurn his affection?
"Come on, baby," I said, stroking his arm. "Don't get hostile. There are ways of handling this jealousy. Perhaps you should channel it, let it take on a more useful form."
"No," he was petulant. "I've made my decision. I'm leaving.
If he had even an inkling of the number of men in line who insisted upon satisfying me, we wouldn't have been having this conversation.
I couldn't permit him to resign-not because of "Keanu's" foolish boasting. I made a mental note to deal with him afterward; in the meantime, I took affirmative action. I unzipped my dress, letting it fall from my shoulders. My tits swelled out of its confines, utterly delicious.
"Are you?" I challenged him in a seductive voice. "Are you willing to walk out on me now?"
"Lou" saw my impressive tits and stopped in his tracks as those beautiful mounds of flesh shifted. I wriggled out of my outfit, causing it to slip from my luscious curves.
"Jesus," he gasped. He took a good peek at my silk panties, barely concealing the dark thatch of hair between my legs. "Maybe not yet."
"Of course you don't want to go. Not when you have this at your disposal," I murmured, moving toward him. I smoothed my hands over his trembling body, reaching for the man in him. "I need you, baby. I need you a whole lot."
He sat on the edge of my vanity, a jump of desire filling him. I sensed its possession. His cock strained against his pants, bulging thickly-the same cock I had many times before.
"You know I don't prefer 'Keanu' over you. That's insane. You're both my men. I adore you each the same way."
"I want you to like me better," he said, fighting to maintain an even tone. There was still a little fight left in him-a combativeness I still had to pare down using my female resourcefulness. He reached for me, mesmerized by my nipples.
"I do want you, really I do."
He stroked my cheek, liking its soft texture. My female smell threw his hormones into a frenzy. "My balls ache, thinking of you," he whispered.
I smiled, half-believing him. "You have a problem, don't you? How do you manage to get through the day?"
"It isn't easy."
I wanted to satisfy the horny demon in him. "You don't have to accomplish that alone. I'm willing to be of help."
"You are?"
I drifted up against him and nuzzled him with my cheek. My hands floated under his shirt and over his developed chest, kneading the smooth muscles, then caressed his nipples. In seconds, they stiffened beneath my velvet touch. I purred my contentment, feeling his torment compensated. He covered my lips with his mouth, then plunged inside. I moaned as his tongue swept mine in sweet motion, stirring my blood to fever pitch. My body hummed with pleasure as I rocked in his embrace, offering him my naked flesh in wide, spontaneous circles. I felt pressure as he gripped my ass and pulled me toward him. His steel-like fingers quivered in their hold, affecting my compliance.
"Oh, Barbara," he gasped in my ear, then slipped his tongue back into my mouth. "Oh, come here, baby."
My softness felt wonderful wrapping around his powerful body, meshing as one. I latched myself to his one leg and squeezed, moaning at the delicious pressure to my pussy. My clitoris throbbed as I proceeded to rub, rilling myself with a drenching excitement. I found myself to be incredibly woozy with lust.
"Oh, 'Lou,'" I panted with ecstasy. "Oh, God."
He cupped my tits, thumbing my swollen nipples. His cock stood up in his pants as he felt their heated texture, begging to be freed. He swallowed hard, fighting to maintain control of his senses as he felt me pump his leg.
Moving back afforded him an appetizing view of pink, enlarged nipples. He studied them with his thumb, tracing over the delectable hardness. I moaned deeper as he flicked each, the vibrations he caused traveling to the pit of my groin. I twisted feverishly against him, humping his thigh. The small, animal sounds that emanated from the base of my throat told him I was at the verge of orgasm.
He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. His dick was stiff as a pipe, ready to explode. "You're getting me hot, baby. So fucking horny-"
I hesitated in my delirious pussy massage, aware of the erotic effect it was having on him. My cunt tingled from my terse efforts, my clit ringing joyfully as it pressed against solid muscle. My panties were soaked, sticking to my engorged pussy lips, leaving a wet trail on his hair-rough thigh.
"Ohhhh," I whimpered in the midst of my fever, pushing my cunt juice-drenched panties at him. "Ohhhhhhh!"
"Lou" managed to rearrange himself so not to remove the focus of my masturbation, and covered my ripe nipple with his mouth. I cried out the moment contact was made between the aroused nugget and his skillful tongue. I could feel the hot suction taking place, producing wild shudders throughout my slick flesh. My nails clawed in response, milling through the hair on his head, streaking across the wide stretch of muscle in his shoulder.
"Oh, God." I trembled, letting him feed from my tits. My brain was floating on a sea of fire, my stomach churning with lustful anticipation. My groin slowly fell away from his thigh, my sensations redirectionalized. He sucked on one tit while he fondled the other. His mouth was attuned to the buzz of my flesh, nibbling at it with sweet delicacy. Inside, I felt the tremors gather in force, ready to ravage. I gasped heavily, consumed by a passion that propelled me.
I opened my eyes after having squeezed them shut to weather the series of invigorating shivers that racked me, only to catch a glimpse of his pink tongue emerging lazily from his mouth and reaching toward the distended growth of nipple. A bubbling quiver raced through my flesh, causing the saturated flow to spill from my pussy.
"Lou" abruptly turned me around and forced me to look at myself, fresh from orgasm. My mirror revealed ravaged features, my quivering lip, my glazed eyes. I digested my lush nudity before the vanity. His eyes roamed up and down, visibly hungry for more of what I'd been giving him. He flicked from my curved buttocks to the billowy profusion of tit. I gathered he approved of what he saw.
I gazed at his rugged looks, his piercing eyes. He reached into his pants and took out his dick. It swung between his legs in a rigid state. The sight of his arousal elicited a new surge of adrenaline. I wanted him as fervently as he wanted me.
He cupped my tit with his large hands. I watched him through the mirror and let him see how his touch affected me. My nipple rang with pleasure as it traced his palm in vivid circles. Ohhhhhhhh. I showed him, by my delighted reflection, how good that felt.
"Mmmmmm, I'm still tingling from a few moments ago," I confessed.
He expanded his grope to include more of my tit. His thumb and forefinger enclosed my nipple. His tweak had me whimpering. God, how I loved it. This guy surely knew how to push the right buttons. I was getting juicy from his feeling me up.
"You love my tits, don't you?"
He lacked a verbal response. His actions spoke for him. His mouth was on my neck. I sighed at his passionate suck. Ohhhhhhhhh. My vulnerable spot was public knowledge. His lips exerted a sweet pressure that made my head spin. My vision temporarily blurred during the flurry of stimulus. I did catch his look of determination, the one that told me he sought intense gratification.
"Lou" grasped my buttocks and heatedly massaged them. His hands were an extension of his sensuality: strong, huge, capable of rendering magic. He spread my legs apart in subtle motion. I willingly obeyed his command. In the next instant, the blunt end of his cock swooped between my cunt lips. I let out a cry as he pushed into me.
"Oh, God." I panted.
"Lou" smothered his face in my neck and continued to sink into me from behind. I bent forward, grasping the basin and rocking myself to that hard dick. I moaned and shifted, feeling him go up me. I wanted all he could give.
"Fuck me, fuck me," I implored.
I stared into the mirror and concentrated on the image shown on the mirror behind us. His ass, muscled and flexing, was pumping toward me. I saw his balls, the backs of his hairy thighs, and his cock slicing into me. I watched for as long as I could, then switched to the picture of him before me, revealing his aroused features-the pleasure emanating from his face.
"Harder, give it to me," I sobbed, steering myself at him. I didn't give a shit if we were out of control, if my voice carried out into the corridor. My staff might have their ears poised at my door, and I was still beyond caring. We had this outbreak of horniness to contend with. We needed to scratch one another's itch.
I thought briefly of the times I wouldn't let Brian lay a finger on me in my dressing room-and here I was, going at it with "Lou." My usual practice of keeping my private life secret wasn't being adhered to. I guess there was temporary loss of control on my part.
After pumping me for several moments, "Lou" withdrew. His cock was slick from my abundantly moist cunthole. He stroked himself, then aimed at my ass. I was somewhat shocked that he didn't push himself back into my pussy; instead, he squeezed himself into my asshole.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I moaned, my pupils curving upward. I caught my fevered expression from the moment of insertion. "Oh, God. Oh, baby. Ohhhhhhhhh."
"Yeah," he grunted. "I want to fuck your ass."
I spread my legs as he stuck me. His cock slid high, sliding into my sweet buns. We heard the wet sounds our connection produced: my warm anus meeting thick, pounding dick. Its nasty noise drove us wild.
I jiggled myself while he fucked me. The thrill was deliciously magnified. The sweet friction of his cock set me off. My contentment escalated.
"Oh, yeah, slip me your dick, baby. Cram it into my ass. Ohhhhhhh, put it in there, put it in deep. Cream in there." I moaned softly as he filled me with cock. I shoved my well-greased ass at him, offering squishy comfort. "Ohhhhhh, fuck me with that big thing-pump me as hard as you can, as much as you want, until you explode. I want to feel that juicy eruption. Mmmmmm. I love when you cum in me. Yeah, fuck my ass, baby. Ohhhhhh, fuck me."
"Lou" was in ecstasy. He couldn't refuse my invitation, kept ramming his thing into my butt, groaning as I absorbed it. He clutched my tits, running his hands over the nipples. It was evident how infatuated he'd become with them. I watched how his tips swirled about, encouraging their hardness.
"I want you to love it," he whispered in my ear, taking a second to nibble on it. I felt the dance of his tongue. "I want you to want me."
I sobbed as he repeatedly shoved all ten inches into my quivering asshole. I shoved back, welcoming the pulsating fit. His shaft kept plunging into me, pleasuring me with its solid impact. I willed my inner muscles to cooperate, tightening myself around that cock. I listened to his pleased grunts as he fed it to me, smacking into my ass. He was demonstrating how it was done by a real man. Gyrating my hips and throwing my head back, I let out a scream. My hair was flying in all directions as I rode the crest of pleasure.
"Jesus, feels so fucking good," I sputtered. "Yeah, slam it up there, fuck my buns, give it all you've got. Ohhhhhh, your dick makes me so hot. Feed me those long strokes, work my clit, work it with your finger, stud-ohhhhhhhh. I love it. I love the way you fuck me. Don't stop, please, keep doing it, harder, more."
I watched him through the mirror, advancing toward me, shaking as he pumped me. His feral expression turned me on. He was sweating and fucking, his cock bombarding me with sensations I couldn't possibly handle. His body thudded against mine. I shivered as the sweat poured down my flesh, trickling down my tits, dripping from my nipples. My features were red, ravaged by joy.
Our actions were mindless, driven by sexual impulse. We groaned and shuddered before the mirror, revealing our gnawing appetites. I was delirious, almost unable to hold my gape at my ecstasized image. Seeing myself being pounded into submission, catching every stage of the process, was a bewildering experience. I became deaf to the echo of his groin slapping against my ass as we moved faster, more furiously toward our destination.
"Lou" appeared his raving self. His eyes had that distant look, as though he wasn't totally conscious of me; rather, he was submersed in that world of hot, clinging asshole rubbing around his driving cock. His mouth dropped open as he seemed to effortlessly capture each quivering moment and suspend it. There was no prolonging the frenzy. It was impossible to reverse gears and savor it. No, we were too far gone.
Meanwhile, my finger found the right spot as I wriggled it over my clit. Swiftly I caressed it, shaking. I was drunk with excitement. The only other thing I was possibly alert to was that fierce, ramming cock.
I watched myself cum. The mirror arrested every orgasmic second. My lips rounded and I saw a flash of tongue. My eyes rolled upward as the vibrations became intense. I became dazed, burning with a fever that spanned every cell in my body. I writhed, sweat dribbling down my tits.
"Oh, God," I choked, shuddering. The spasms were rough, satisfying. I thought I was going to pass out. The room spun around me as I gave myself over to the sensation. "Ohhhhhh, oh, baby.. .yes."
Just as I wrung the last ounce of joy from our union, "Lou" was detaching himself from my ass. I wasn't sure if he'd cum, too-I was much too distracted.
Slowly, he turned me around until I faced him. I was still trembling from my delicious climax and unbelievably dizzy. He examined my orgasm-ridden features closely, smoothing his thumb over my cheeks and chin. He pinched my nipples, then stroked my tits. He mumbled something unintelligible.
I looked down and saw his dick was still quite swollen. It stretched from him like a heavy column, pointing upward. His cock gleamed with my juices. You could tell what he'd been doing with it. I shivered at the thought of what he planned on doing next. That thing appeared ready to fuck.
He hoisted me onto the vanity. I panted at his strength. His dick extended toward me, moist from pumping me. He fondled me as he went. He was as close to me as he could get. He made me see the flicker of lust in his eye.
Without a word, my thighs opened to him. I beckoned him to step inside them so I could run my hands over his body.
He gave me several uninterrupted moments of quenching my thirst for his masculine flesh. I fondled his biceps, his forearms, his chest.. I even stroked his face. He seemed pleased that it gave me so much satisfaction to touch him.
I ended my worship with his cock. I took it in my fist and squeezed it. "Lou" spurred me with his eyes. I put the bulbous head at my sodden opening. He pushed, cramming it in my snatch. My arms went around him, letting him crush my tits with his chest. My heels dug into the backs of his thighs. We rocked together as I sat. I stared at my reflection in the mirror behind us-noting his wide, powerful shoulders taper to a slim waist and muscular ass. His pants had fallen during his frenzied pumping; they were gathered at his ankles.
My hands gravitated to those pumping buns of his. I clawed him there while he fucked me. He groaned in my ear. I wriggled my tits to his chest, thrilled by its solid texture against my erect nipples. I pushed my pussy at him, encouraging penetration. We did this for a few moments, my cunt swallowing him whole. I observed a barely concealed urgency in his expression. The tremors beneath his flesh were noticeable. He was holding back, attempting to prolong our fuck. Did he want to see how many times he could make me cum? God, I hoped not. The guy was going to wear me out before he did. Whether I wanted to or not, I could have one orgasm after another with him. He was going to leave me sore. He had so much staying power.
He drove down into my cunt, plastering my butt to the sink, guiding in and out of my soft, slippery cunt until that incredible burst of sensation had us both. It was building in my loins-and from a glance at his face, his, too. Pleasure was mounting fast. He moved through my cunt lips like a hydraulic press, dragging that pulsating mass over my excited clit, back and forth, until I was gasping for air. His heart hammered against my chest as our passions climbed. We humped madly toward each other, our flesh slapping with feverish intent. Sweat poured out of our skin and lubricated our undulating flesh. The pressure in my snatch was unbearable.
"Are you going to shoot?" I asked in the midst of heightening screams.
"Yes," he muttered, ramming me full of cock.
"Cream in me, baby, come on-pump me with hot jism, right in my pussy." I clasped his ass and squeezed. "Oh, God, ohhhhhhhh, yeah, baby-cum now!"
"Ugghhh.. .ugghhhhhhhhhhhh!"
His eruption was violent. "Lou" had worked himself into a furor, pounding his dick between my legs while squirting. I barely felt itoverwhelmed by delicious contractions. I hadn't meant to cum again, shifting on the vanity solely for his pleasure, but getting fucked by that huge thing had my lust boiling over the top. We clung to each other, spasming. I never thought I could cum so hard.
After several wonderful moments of rough exhalations and crying out, we continued to embrace. I held him close to me until his dick softened. Part of the reason was I didn't trust my sense of balance. I was weak and dizzy from all that great fucking.
"Baby," I murmured into his ear. "You were so good, so good. Oh, yeah." I ran my hands over his shoulders, his back, and ass. I knew if I moved even a fraction, his cock would pop out and jism would spill from my pussy. "Let's not talk of your walking out on me. I need you. I want you to stay."
"Lou" wasn't of the mind to refuse me. I had fucked the rebellion out of him.
"Okay," he sighed, holding me. "Anything you say, Barbara. Anything."
I caressed his face. "Good boy."