Chapter 7
"Let's get out of here," Neil said. "It smells too much like Freeda."
He ushered Tiffany down the thickly carpeted corridor into a room that appeared to be the library. The ceiling was low and softly glowing with concealed lighting. The carpet was black and the walls were white. The furniture, modern, consisted of a leather couch, two huge armchairs, a glass-topped table and a sideboard. As Neil walked to the latter, Tiffany surveyed a wall packed from floor to ceiling with books.
"Read a lot?" Tiffany questioned.
He busied himself with the liquor bottles, speaking over his shoulder. "No matter what you may have heard, I don't spend all of my time throwing parties."
She took a long, misted glass from him and felt his eyes on her; seldom on her face, more on her legs and the high rise of her tits. His attention and the insinuation in his eyes combined to make her crotch tingle with excitement.
As she drank, he moved across the room, closed the door and switched on the stereo. She settled herself comfortably on the couch and listened to the slow, sensual beat of the music.
"I'm going to tell you up front that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Oh, come now!" Tiffany scoffed.
"No," he went on, "it's true. That's a statement I seldom make and-"
"Yes, yes, yes," Tiffany interrupted, "and it's not just a line." She downed her drink and with an abrupt gesture, shoved the empty glass out at him.
"Repeat?"
"Please."
"Let me tell you a bit about myself, Tiffany. I don't have to tell a woman she's beautiful to get into her panties. Women generally throw themselves at me, sparing me the necessity. So, when I say you're beautiful, there's no more motive behind it."
"Then, thank you," she said, taking the drink he offered, liking the way their fingers touched for a brief instant.
"And because you're beautiful, I don't intend to spend our time together talking about money."
"You," she said, pointing a finger at him, "owe me fifty thousand dollars."
"No, technically, I don't. You've not yet reached your twenty-first birthday," he explained, sitting on the sofa beside her.
"Yeah, well, it won't be long. So, do you have it or not?"
"We'll talk about that on your birthday," he said, his hand idly caressing her soft hair, toying with thick strands of her auburn locks. "Isn't there something else on your mind right now?"
"No. I have to know if you're going to give me my inheritance or try to cheat me out of it."
"I'm not a cheat," he said in his defense, his hand moving down to the strong column of her neck, his fingers beginning to explore her skin, aiming for the giant mounds dominating her chest.
"You're very sly," Tiffany protested, rising from the couch but falling back. The velvety skin of her thighs was visible to Neil's lusty stare, white and silky smooth in the library's warm glow.
Farris was about to defend himself yet again, but fell silent as he gazed upon her flushed face, turned toward him, her lips wet, expectant and slightly parted, her eyes boldly sensual. "Tiffany, Tiffany, my darling," he whispered instead.
"No! This isn't going to happen," she said, twisting away from the strong allure of his body.
His attention returned to her thighs. His fingers deftly hiked her skirt up to reveal more of her white, marble-smooth legs. Moving between them, her lowered himself over her, his lips and tongue caressing her face, his hands toying with her up-thrust breasts.
Tiffany writhed and squirmed beneath him, trying to play hard to get, wanting the two of them naked and lustily fucking the night away.
Farris knew what he was doing, and Tiffany couldn't get away. Waiting for just a slight hesitation in her wiggling body, he placed his open mouth over hers. Her nails dug into his back as his tongue shot into the heated cavern of her mouth. She held him tightly while their tongues lashed wetly at each other.
He suddenly release her and she lay back on the couch, the great mounds of her tits rising and falling quickly under the taut fabric of her skimpy dress. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly quivering as she flicked her tongue lewdly over them.
"You play rough, Mr. Farris," Tiffany said softly.
"Yes, and I play for keeps."
Leaning forward, he pulled the top of her dress down below her breasts. Her tits lurched about upon her chest, heavy, plump, seductive in the way they wobbled from his unexpected advance. He instantly cupped them, squeezing and testing their erotic firmness. He thumbed her sensitive nipples, pulling on them until they were enlarged and rubbery.
Then he stood Tiffany on her feet, his hands searching her sensuous body. For a long moment, they were pressed against one another, their mouths glued in passion. His hands kneaded the exposed flesh of her supple thigh before working under the raised hem of her dress to cup the firm bulge of one glorious ass cheek.
Tiffany thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, stabbing and seeking until Neil groaned. He worked himself quickly between her shapely legs while balancing her weight on his outstretched hands. She leaned back, settled herself in his strong grip, and raised a smooth leg up to his waist. In that position, he slowly brought her backward to the couch. Kneeling, his fingers went for his fly to get his cockhead ready for her cunt.
"No!" Tiffany yelled, her hands batting at his. "You're not going to fuck me like you did Freeda. If you want me, you're going to get undressed and do it right!"
"Tiffany, I can't wait."
"Then you don't get it at all," she said, tugging her dress lower on her milky thighs.
Cursing under his breath, Neil climbed off the sofa and began to shed his clothes. He was careful about it, unknotting his tie slowly, folding his jacket and trousers over a chair, unbuttoning his shirt leisurely. Almost as an afterthought, he made himself another drink.
"Want one?" he asked.
"No, I want you." As an enticement, she worked her dress off her body. She stretched out naked, her passion at its peak, as she admired the way Neil strutted around the room. Every inch of his body was to be admired; his smoothly muscled shoulders, his hard, seductively-haired chest, his rippling arms. He was like a lion approaching his prey.
He stood next to the couch and ordered, "Touch my cock."
Gazing upon the magnificent slab of muscle snaking out of his dark nest of pubic hair, Tiffany felt a pang of righteousness. She was staring at the bare cock of a stranger, her body naked before him, and something told her this was wrong. But she couldn't disobey the commands from her yearning pussy. A burning desire forced her to touch, to stroke, to explore the handsome meat presented for her adoration.
Fondling his cock, feeling his shaft strengthen beneath her caressing fingers, Tiffany kept hearing Freeda's words. "Play hard to get" repeated in her brain. But the thundering beat of her heart and the hard-muscled beauty of this man demanded that her hands continue to play in his crotch. She worked his dick into a towering erection, his balls rocking gently between his thighs as she manipulated his firm and thumping hard-on.
Her lust brightened, leaping into a blazing fire of consuming desire. Yet Freeda's words had merit, and she backed off to arm's length.
She desperately wanted to experience the glories of his cock, but she wanted her inheritance just as badly. Teasing him, prolonging his lust, might force him to promise her anything to get at her cunt. It was worth a try, knowing that she would eventually give him what he wanted no matter what.
"What's the problem, darling?"
"It's too bright in here."
"Don't stall me, sweetheart. You're a beautiful woman, but you're not the only woman at this party who would love to fuck me."
Tiffany responded by slowly sliding her hands to her crotch. She fondled her pussy, her arms squeezing against her huge tits to jut them forward like twin mountains of tempting desire, her pale pink nipples reaching for his mouth. Her thighs, sleek and creamy, parted as she played in her snatch. Her tongue slid sensuously over her lower lip until it gleamed in the light.
Neil went around the room, switching off the recessed lighting and several lamps, casting the room into nearly total darkness. His body was a shadow as it returned to the sofa.
"Is that better?" he asked softly.
"Much," she said, her arms raising to welcome him onto the couch.
He was instantly upon her. He rejoiced in her womanly aromas and sniffed the traces of perfume in her long hair. His mouth clamped over hers, his teeth sinking greedily into the luscious cushion of her voluptuous lips. He rested his beating erection on the downy pillow of hair covering her cooze.
Tiffany returned his kisses with fierce and hot-blooded passion. Each meaty thrust of his tongue within the yawning cave of her eager mouth elevated her need to have his dick ramming into the depths of her pussy.
She quivered in his grasp, and the heat of their kisses forced her to part their lips. She was aroused beyond reason and had to catch her breath. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and she took deep breaths of fresh air to calm her runaway excitement.
Neil kissed her neck as his hands stroked over her smooth skin, treating her body like something precious. His touch was feathery as his fingers trailed over her breasts, as though a stronger touch would pop them like helium balloons. His hand erotically dipped into the curve of her slightly drooping belly, one finger circling her navel before he moved lower.
He raised himself slightly to watch his hand slip into the triangular, abundant bush that protected her pussy. He pressed his palm to her cunt, then wiggled one finger into her slit. He slowly drew it upwards, applying just the right amount of pressure to send Tiffany's muscles into fits of wanton need.
She felt every move of his finger as it trailed up and down her yearning gash. Her clit, firm and aching, throbbed against the heel of his hand as she moaned softly around the rising lust in her heated snatch.
"Ahhhhh!" Tiffany sighed. Neil's finger made a sudden lunge into her cunt and her hands reached out to seize his shoulders. Her entire body throbbed convulsively as he fingered her accepting hole. Her boobs rocked on her chest in cadence to the horny opening and closing of her sexy thighs. She enveloped his finger with her cunt, sheltering his hand between her legs and making sure he couldn't remove it.
He teased her pussy, bringing about a desire too insistent to be ignored as he increased the speed of his fucking finger.
A scalding warmth spread through the thrashing, quivering length of her body, and Tiffany was about to reach an orgasm. Her ass wiggled on the sofa and her hips automatically pumped against the steady rhythm of his stroking finger. She wanted to cum for his cock, but she was powerless to stop the excitement growing in her depths.
Shuddering, her pussy reached the peak of finger-fucked lust. Her interior flooded with hot fluids in a single burst. She groaned around the sudden release of her mini-orgasm, her muscles tensing, her ass cheeks locking, her thighs tightening around his stilled hand. As abruptly as it had begun, it stopped.
Soothing heat filled her body and her muscles relaxed, his finger slipping out of her cunt. She watched his finger raise to his mouth. He slowly spread her juices across his lips before sucking it clean. Her eyes were dreamy as he rolled back onto her body, his hard chest pressed adoringly to her tits.
He buried his mouth in the firm column of her neck, finding a pulsing vein and kissing it repeatedly. She wilted beneath his handsome body, the heat in her crotch overwhelming. She could feel his steely erection thump against her twat and raised her ass, locking her legs around his hips to let him know how desperately she wanted his cock inside her.
Neil's hands seized her tits, but he no longer employed a feathery touch. He fondled her mounds, squeezing harshly, fingering avidly, and the heightened level of her lust welcomed his rough passion. She moaned and arched her back so his dick could slide deeply into the valley between her thighs. He pillowed his face in the incredibly full mass of her knockers and licked and slurped over the roundness of her wrapping flesh, his hands molding and shaping her firm yet pliable breasts.
Since his hands were so gloriously occupied on her tits, Tiffany reached into his crotch to grab onto his cock. She fondled his dickhead in a slow, expert way, spreading his oozing oil over the plane of his knob.
"Oh, honey," he purred into her tits, his hips stroking his cock within her grasp.
Afraid he might cum as quickly as she had, and before she could realize the pleasure of his cock in her cunt, she released his rod. She grabbed his arms and forced his hands onto the twin globes of her ass, raising up to paste her pussy to his pulsing prick. The steel-like muscles of her straining thighs held him fast and her snatch tried to capture his erection.
"Easy, honey, I'm not going anywhere," Neil said, his hands massaging the soft mounds of her butt. "Loosen your leg-lock, baby."
Tiffany relaxed her muscles and Neil brought one hand into his crotch to introduce her pussy to the blunt power of his cockhead. She wanted him so badly that his knob pushed into her body without resistance. His hand returned to her ass as the length of his cock journeyed into the heated depths of her cunt.
He held onto the spongy, rounded globes of her butt as his dick slid easily into the pool of her pussy, slicing into her depths like a submerging submarine. He gasped around the heady sensations of her wrapping cunt, and Tiffany screamed from the ecstasy of finally having his handsome rod within her cooze.
Tiffany squirmed and twitched in unending spasms of joy as his length continued to bury itself in her snatch. Her pussy hole was stretched around his mighty thickness and she kept waiting to feel his hairy base held within the strong grip of her enlarged entrance.
"Oh, God!" she cried out, her head raising from the sofa. His cock had at long last pushed against the back of her box.
"C'mon, honey, just relax. You can take it. You're all tense!"
Tiffany let her ass sink into his strong hands, her thighs easing their grip, the walls of her cunt clinging to his cock without grasping it. Tiffany rocked her hips slowly from side to side as Neil held his position. He sighed around the heavenly feel of her twat as his dick was kissed by one wall and then the other. But he needed to fuck her to cum, so he backed his cock out of the depths of her cunt.
He fucked smoothly, steadily, his shaft gliding in and out of her hotly greased pussy. He didn't completely submerge his length, not yet, not until she was totally accustomed to the size of his manhood.
Tiffany continued to rock around his driving rod, increasing the force of her lower body. The faster she moved and the deeper he thrust into her box, the greater her pleasure. It didn't take long before the full length of his stimulating erection was pounding into her pussy.
Each hard-driving lunge into her snatch produced a dull ache deep within her body, but she concentrated on the pleasure shooting through every atom of her lustful flesh. She was being fucked by a mammoth dick and another orgasm was quickly on the rise.
Neil's hands returned to her tits, his hips pumping lustily. His lips lowered to one standing rose bud and drew her hardened nipple onto his tongue. He licked and batted her firm peak as his rigid dick savored the erotic sensations of her clasping cunt riding from the base to the flared corona of his thrusting prick.
Her pussy felt tight against his stroking rod and he relished the arousal claiming his crotch. His present pace was not-likely to bring him to immediate climax, but the pleasures of her pussy kept him from hurtling into her with greater speed.
But the power of his fuck had just the opposite reaction on Tiffany's stretched pussy. Humping against his steady rhythm, she reached a second, much larger climax. Her nerves registered the euphoric vibrations in her quaking cunt, her thighs trembling, her breathing erratic, her honey spilling over his gliding cockhead.
Her head tossed from side to side as searing liquids filled her snatch. She was awed by the fact that she had reached a second orgasm so quickly, and equally awed by the ecstasy swamping her body. Her pussy spasmed around his still-stroking cock, and he seemed to ignore the power of her eruption.
When she stopped grunting and the flames of her climax settled into a soothing warmth, she fell back against the sofa. Her pussy tightened and was much more sensitive, his thrusting cock feeling bigger than before. "Cum, honey?"
"Yes, I did," she said a little puzzled. She couldn't believe that he hadn't felt it, that his cock hadn't experienced the fire of her cream.
"And I'll make you cum again," he claimed, increasing the speed behind his plunging prick.
"No. Not so fast. You'll hurt me."
"Nonsense! You've taken my big dick so far. And you want to please me, don't you, baby? Don't I get to cum, too?"
"Yes, but-"
"But nothing!" Neil said.
He gritted his teeth and pounded his cock into her cunt, packing every bit of his shaft into her stretching box. He hurtled his dick through her grasping ring of elastic flesh and made sure his cockhead pushed her blocking wall deep into her interior. His sweaty balls rapped against her butt and his chest angled itself above her to increase the angle of his thrusting prick.
Tiffany didn't think it possible, but with his torso straightened and his hips lowered, he reached even further into her cunt.
"Slow down! Please!" she begged.
"In a minute, honey."
Neil seemed detached from the fuck, calm, his eyes narrowed, his lips curled into what appeared to be a sneer. Tiffany did everything she could to relax around his spearing dick.
Tiffany knew instinctively that he was no longer making love to her cunt. He was fucking her snatch to get his rocks off; that and nothing more. The power behind his plunges and the blank look on his face was a clear indication that her pussy had become nothing more than a receptacle for his imminent load.
Her hands held onto the cushions of the couch as her body bounced beneath his steady pounding. Her ass squeaked against the leather as his dick tore into her cunt. Her hole stretched around his wide base then quickly encircled his cockhead as he rammed in and out of her overheated twat.
Then his head tilted back, his mouth open but silent, and his hips planted his dickhead far up her interior. His hips jerked minimally as his cum blasted into her pussy. She felt his fiery spunk splatter against the wall of her cooze, but he didn't utter a sound, as if indifferent to his own desired climax.
As his cock fired its thick load, Tiffany's eyes widened in disbelief. It was happening again. Another orgasm sprang from her body. She quivered around yet a third discharge from her liquid center. Her ass raised up from the sofa as her fluids gushed around his still-spurting dick. She had never reached three orgasms in one session, and the shock was too much to handle.
She collapsed onto the couch, her head spinning, her body reeling from the amount of ecstasy coursing through her veins. The heat in her crotch was incredible, and she nearly fainted from the amount of pleasure consuming her flesh.
Neil, his dick drained, rested within the heat of her pussy. He stared down at her face, at her tits, and smiled. Then he pulled his prick out of her cunt and wiped his wet, still-firm rod against her thigh. He cleaned his cock on her leg and his shaft began to soften.
Tiffany couldn't help studying his gorgeous body in spite of his not turning out to be the lover she had hoped for. He seemed so cold, so uncaring, as he returned her stare.
"You've got a hot box, honey, but ain't worth no fifty thousand dollars."
"What!? "
"I'm not stupid, Tiffany. You fucked me because you thought that would make me give you your money. Sorry. Didn't work," he said, getting off the couch.
"That money is mine!"
"Not until you're twenty-one. Come see me on your birthday. We'll talk about it then." He winked and turned to leave the room.
"You come back here!" she yelled at his retreating ass. "I'm not finished with you yet."
"Perhaps not. But I'm finished with you," he said, turning, flopping his dick with his hand. "See this? It's soft, sweetheart. That means it got what it wanted."
He opened the library door and stepped into the hallway, naked, his hairy butt the last thing Tiffany saw.