Chapter 1
Sherry Thorton perused her list of last-minute items prior to attending Feme, Calloway and Wharton's annual cocktail party at the Cotillion. As Vice President of Marketing, Sherry's job depended on its success. The event was for the benefit of their corporate client base who largely subscribed to their legal services (and kept most of their lawyers on handsome retainers). Its presentation was carefully scrutinized, not only by their patrons, but by her superiors as well. The quality of the food, alcohol and entertainment had to be of the highest level. Sherry could ill afford to make a mistake; she valued her position. Besides, she was in line for a promotion to Senior Vice President; the party's triumph was bound to earn her major points and demonstrate, beyond question, her worth to the company.
For the past several weeks, Sherry thought of nothing else. The battery of detail had been challenging, yet not overwhelming. She had driven her secretary, Carla, insane with the depth she desired. They had gone through the seating arrangement for five hundred people nearly seven times to achieve perfection in compatibility; had researched food allergies to the extreme; had ordered complicated floral decorations for each table; had done a thorough study on music to ensure its diversity and acceptance among the masses; and saw that every name brand beverage in demand was obtainable at the bar.
In the end, Sherry attained her goal, but to the exclusion of choosing her own escort. Because of Sherry's staunch aspirations, she had sacrificed a social life. Few people were aware she had stopped dating. The number of hours she worked precluded the survival of a steady relationship. Money and power were Sherry's incentives. She was all business.
Although she occasionally worried she might wait too long to find herself a man, she resigned herself to the consequences assumed. Her sexual needs had gone dormant. At the appropriate juncture when she reached career satisfaction, she planned to revive them.
At thirty-three, Sherry was wildly attractive. An ash-blonde with remarkable blue, eyes and high cheek bones, she was accustomed to generating instant admiration when entering a room. Her slim, graceful figure accentuated the picture. She attempted to wear clothes that won her popularity with management, yet adopted outfits that enhanced her corporate status. Sherry was sensitive to image. She knew her looks could pave the way to job recognition and a better salary. Impressing people by working marathon hours while appearing fresh and alluring was her practice.
The dilemma of locating an escort plagued her. Most of the men in Sherry's circle were not physically appealing. Sherry discriminated-perhaps unjustly, but without hesitation. She was at the stage when the available men tended to be less than desirable. Sherry had no patience for weakness, nor flaw. Many young hot shots of which she was apprised were all too willing to kiss ass; several were incompetent, and quite a few egotistical. Of those that were left, she wanted no part. She couldn't be bothered with spineless idiots or politically driven nerds.
Her inability to select someone frustrated her secretary. Sherry had added that responsibility to Carla's list, much to her chagrin. She couldn't invest the time on herself, and felt that the task should be delegated. As the date grew closer, Sherry put pressure on her to produce a suitable candidate. She insisted that the man be exceptionally handsome, poised and congruous with the image she wished to project. Despite the frequent objections she received from Carla and hints of failure, she pressed her secretary to the bitter end.
The day before the party, Carla presented Sherry with a folder in which there was a typed piece of paper bearing the name of a man, as well as an eight-by-ten photograph from an escort agency. Statistical information, including height, weight, nationality, educational and professional background was recorded.
"Bill Henderson," Sherry read, "of Companions Unlimited. Are they a reputable organization?"
"I was assured of that," spoke Carla. "They came highly recommended by a friend at another firm. I took a shot at giving her a call and received a wonderful endorsement. These men are experienced models who pose for choice magazines. Their rates certainly reflect that."
Sherry examined the file at length. Naturally, the portrait of Bill was done in a flattering light. She might have to take a chance. If he was as good as he looked, her problem was solved. "Very well. Confirm him for me." She waved off her secretary, unable to devote another second to that aspect of the party.
Sherry had more crucial things on her mind.
The doorbell rang during Sherry's mad romp about her apartment the night of the party. She was in a silk slip and had only begun her make-up when interrupted.
Shit! Sherry consulted her watch. Her escort arrived early. Per the arrangements made by Carla, he wasn't due for another fifteen, twenty minutes. She wasn't ready to receive him, but figured since he was hired, her appearance mattered little. After the party was over, she planned on writing him a check and waving him off; by then, she predicted total exhaustion.
Slipping into a robe and knotting the sash, she permitted other minutia to fill her mind. She wanted to arrive at the ballroom early to verify set provisions. Carla had done an excellent job of ringing all vendors at the last minute, but Sherry never left things to fate. Her credibility was at stake; that alone warranted keen attention.
By the time she opened the door, she was ill prepared for the striking figure of her chartered companion. His indisputable virility made her dumbstruck. Six-foot-six, brutally handsome, with dark blond hair, Bill Henderson propelled her into arrhythmia. He exuded a fierce, masculine charm that immediately captivated her. When he extended his enormous hand to shake, Sherry was almost too weak to accept it.
"Miss Thorton, I presume," he mentioned. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Bill Henderson."
"Yes," she stammered like a schoolgirl. "I've been expecting you." Sherry was painfully aware she was not completely attired; in some respects, Bill forwarded the impression that wearing even less was infinitely preferable. "Would you mind waiting while I finish dressing? I have a variety of beverages, if you'd like one."
He addressed her with a smile that brought palpitations. "I'm fine. Please, take your time. I don't mind."
Sherry had isolated her erotic thoughts far too long; switching them to the front burner was a jarring transition. Bill invariably made her feel sexy. She welcomed his appreciative gaze. When leading him to her sofa, an unsettling collection of moisture filtered between her legs. Her pussy relayed its want. Submerged longing leveled itself to her utter amazement. She had ignored the demands of her body so extensively that they cried at that moment for relief.
"I'll be done shortly," she promised. Husky solicitation registered. She hadn't wished for such an arousing tone to emerge, but Bill involuntarily prompted it.
Bill seemed perfectly content to wait as long as required. He lowered his towering frame into one of her antique chairs and scanned the magazines fanned across her table before selecting one. His publication of choice was Newsweek. He appeared to have an appetite for current events and immediately immersed himself in its pages.
Sherry couldn't concentrate on applying her lipstick. The strong beat of her hormones obsessed her. She couldn't shake their disturbance, no matter how hard she tried. That distantly remembered sensation of being opened by a rigid cock slowly illuminated. A tongue on her nipple, slurping it to eager distraction, filtered through the haze-along with the more disruptive vision of it licking her pussy.
This sensual bombardment was not an ordinary occurrence. Sherry had let dust gather over her desires. In the past, she briefly acknowledged an attractive man and returned to the business at hand. There weren't lapses into the carnal domain for extended periods-yet, she couldn't resume dressing without an awareness of her complete arousal.
Concern for the cocktail party had been somewhat displaced. Sherry donned her gown, nevertheless. When putting it on, indentations formed by her nipples. Sherry stared at those rebellious nubs that dared betray her. In answer to their defiance, she picked up her tits and gave them an imperative squeeze. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Shock waves went through her. The very heels of her foundation rocked as she manipulated them. A surging arrogance blossomed through her entire being, leaving her tingling with want. Step by step, she took ownership of that lush, wicked feeling. It was nice to be reminded of her gender in such an exhilarating manner.
The time of her departure grew near. Sherry regained enough presence of mind to gather her wrap and join Bill in her front room. He instantly got to his feet upon her entrance, nodding his approval.
"You look thoroughly ravishing," he took the liberty to say.
Sherry enjoyed his intense gape, then collected her purse. She noticed a marked difference in her carriage when observed by an appealing man. She was deliciously self-conscious and took pride in her femininity-a skill that underwent partial erosion during her professional climb.
Companions Unlimited provided a limousine to whisk them off to the hotel where the cocktail party was given. The gleaming black sedan arrived precisely at the stroke of seven, prior to their stepping foot on the street. The driver materialized from behind the smoked glass windows and assisted them. Sherry had partaken of elaborate transportation services, but upon seeing the driver, she realized the distinction of the escort agency. He resembled a Greek god, from his long, groomed hair to his rugged looks. His black cap and dark sunglasses (which seemed irrelevant in the descending darkness) prevented her from obtaining a sweeping view, but she caught a glimpse of his hands with their branching fingers and gave a shiver. A mental picture of him folding her tits in a bunch, aligning the nipples and sucking them in slow motion caused her temperature to soar.
Hmmm. Sherry wondered what the other men at Companions Unlimited looked like. There was quite a variety from which to choose.
Sherry's concentration reverted to Bill once settled inside. His lengthy thighs stretched before him as he reached for the bottle of champagne cooling in a bucket of ice. Without securing her consent, he poured her a glass. She accepted his offer without comment. Her first sip was punctuated with the snap of bubbles in her mouth. Another bewildering sensation was triggered that led to physical infatuation. She sat in mounting frustration as want built in the pit of her groin.
Bill, fetching himself a glass and pouring a fraction of the amount he served Sherry, did not propose much in terms of discussion. His hot, protracted looks were intermittent throughout their journey. He seemed entertained with her company.
The driver was seen through the partition. Sherry glimpsed his face in the rearview mirror. The slant of his sunglasses seemed to be positioned to keep watch of her.
Sherry decided, at that moment, to relax and savor. The sum of her hard work paid for the surrounding frill. She felt perfectly entitled to splurge on a gorgeous escort (as well as a studly chauffeur). Although expensive, Bill's irrefutable sexiness made the transaction quite affordable. Money had not been an issue-not when introduced to a man who reawakened her lust. After burning the midnight oil many a night, it was a refreshing change to feel a man's craving.
Her exuberance spiked yet further as she took both men into consideration. Either of them would do in pleasuring her.
She fully credited Carla her genius for making such a lavish orchestration possible. She had prevailed upon her poor secretary, and reaped the benefit of her hard work. Sherry made a mental note to reward her handsomely.
In the meantime, she encouraged Bill's frank appraisal as she sipped her champagne and didn't fret over the horniness he inspired. She had the unmistakable feeling that before the night was over, nature would take its course.
Sherry was wholly in her element at the party. She attributed her elevated confidence and cheer to Bill's presence. Many came to her side to whisper their congratulations on her selections, from food to music. Compliments were also paid her for not only her dress, but her escort as well. Bill managed to hold his own, paying homage to the appropriate guests and maintaining a brilliant smile. His lack of the legal world didn't prevent him from joining in conversations, and although his contributions were restricted to his scope of understanding, he nonetheless gave a favorable impression. He oozed charisma, casting a flattering light on Sherry.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Gloria Baker, one of the other vice presidents, chirped, "who's the guy? Where did you meet him?"
"You look fantastic," Jerry Fenwick, one of the firm's top lawyers declared. "Nice-looking man you have, too."
"What a splendid evening," her boss, Herb Sutter-who wasn't ordinarily generous-asserted. He flashed on Bill, then said, "I hope things are serious. You two make a great couple."
Sherry, smirking, reserved the explanation of his being rented.
Carla, aware of Bill's role, softly murmured, "He's much nicer-looking in person."
Sherry nodded, concealing her spiraling bliss. She snuck furtive glances at Bill and suffered the resurgence of that hot yearning. Her pussy throbbed with pounding want. She prayed his thirst for her wasn't superficial. She paled at the thought of making a pass and getting rejected. Sherry recalled Carla's statement about Companions Unlimited being a reputable establishment. Although it hadn't been Sherry's intention to buy stud service, she couldn't help exploring the-likelihood of fucking. The evening's thrill unavoidably carried over to that plane, making her anxious to discover whether it existed in the realm of possibility.
Men of Bill's caliber were either not sexually interested in women, or tended to enjoy being pursued. Sherry disliked playing games. She engaged in far too many with some clients, and to encourage that behavior disgusted her. Up to that time, she couldn't get an accurate reading on Bill. Either he was the greatest actor in the world-or he genuinely hungered for her.
Gazing at him, she couldn't rid herself of the compulsion for hot, draining sex. Given someone of Bill's husky charm, she breathlessly arrived at that conclusion.
The party finally ended. It had been tormenting to endure, in Sherry's estimation. After being troubled about Bill's probable longing for her and whether it would emerge, she dreamed of nothing more than to know that answer. Her flesh screamed for a man and she prayed its savior would be Bill.
The limousine was at the curb and the door opened when they emerged from the hotel. The same chauffeur attended them. Once again, Sherry felt stirrings of that fiery urge infiltrate her loins.
Where had all that man-hunger come from? she wondered. Was her deprivation so immense that the drive to have cock overwhelmed her?
The moment she got into the limousine, however, she knew she was not alone in her feelings. Bill assessed her with a frank stare. It was as though he tired of the chase and wanted to deal with the situation. His unbroken gaze ordered her to stay where she was. Sherry had no choice but to obey his command. Powerful waves of sexual hunger passed between them. She shivered.
"Sherry," he murmured, then stroked her face with his hand. It was an abrupt, indulgent gesture. His touch was so stimulating, so physically provoking that she couldn't repel him. He couldn't know how badly she wanted to be fondled.
Her first move was to glance up front. The chauffeur was quite oblivious to the firestorm of passion she experienced. The speed of the car, however, seemed noticeably reduced.
Suddenly, Bill reached for her. Her legs were grasped and pulled apart by those sturdy hands. She slid back into the seat, confused, as he hooked her knees over his shoulders. Sherry felt his hot breath fan the insides of her thighs. Oh, God! What was he going to do?
Bill offered no explanation. He pushed aside the portion of her panties that covered her pussy. He split those thick, juicy lips with the tip of his tongue, then sank into her snatch.
"Oh, my God-" she sobbed, squeezing her eyes shut. She clutched the door handle and twisted her fingers around it. That sweet, lustful intrusion was more than she could bear. He wriggled his way deeper and deeper inside her pussy, giving it the kind of licks it longed to have. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"Jesus, you taste good," he muttered, slurping her cunt. She listened to those loud, obliging sounds he made. He pinned back her pussy lips to gain better access to her sizzling core. That tip drove into her, gleaning her excitement. "Mmmmm. Oh, baby. I couldn't help myself. I had to have some. Oh, yeah, it's so good. Mmmmmmmm."
In the back of her mind, she thought of stopping him. He couldn't do this-she had not initiated it. But as he lapped her cunt flesh, gulping down her juices, she lost touch with her conscience. She couldn't arrest the slick movements of his tongue. She had craved sex for so long, and now she received it in the most fulfilling way possible-by someone she had fantasized about all evening.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Sherry worried if the chauffeur was watching-or even listening (though the glass partition was up), but even as her thoughts touched on that area, Bill's tongue nullified them. She slumped against the seat, forgetting that anxiety. God, her pussy was soaked.
That posed no problem for Bill. He seemed to delight in eating her nectar-rich cunt. His tongue slithered to every part, curling around her clit and giving it the most kindling licks. A fire spread through her loins. She grit her teeth, feeding on the horny vibrations Bill gave her with his cunt-pleasing tip.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. There was no accounting for the amount of stimulation he directed. It came to her in luxuriant waves, intensifying with each slurp. She writhed in her seat, trying to control that pleasure-seeking tongue but, instead, let it control her. Bill not only knew what he was doing, but had her completely in his power.
"Oh, God," she moaned, watching his face dive at her snatch. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
He moved away for a second. "I've wanted you from the beginning, Sherry. When you answered the door, you gave me a hard-on. I kept dreaming of this moment, when I'd have you in my mouth."
"You-did?"
He nodded, then lapped her pussy so thoroughly she moaned. His tongue was soft and inflaming. "You're one hot woman, Sherry. I'll bet you have to fight off men by the droves."
She wanted to tell him that wasn't quite the situation, but didn't. The constant sweep of that velvety tip slurred her speech. She kept forgetting they were inside a rented limousine, steaming up the windows, en route to her place She squirmed against the leathery upholstery, unable to reply other than the faint sobs that emerged from her throat.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" he asked. "You like having your pussy sucked?"
Having a man ask her such a question made her heart pound. "I-ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm. Sure you do. I love sucking on it. I love the way you taste, Sherry. You're so fucking hot. All I can think about is fucking you with my tongue."
She involuntarily gripped him by the shoulders, then pushed her snatch at his face. He opened his mouth and covered her sluiced cunt flesh. Fragmentation of her senses followed. Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She left Bill in charge, surrendering to him without hesitation.
Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. She knew she was about to cum. He traced her juicy cunt lips, applying saliva to one side, then the other. He circled her clit, stirring her into a frenzy, prodding it with his limber tip, forcing her to respond, until her hips shook. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She couldn't take much more. He was incredible.
"Are you going to cum, Sherry? Are you going to let me feel your contractions with my tongue? Oh, yeah. I'm going to stay right here, between your legs, sucking on your pussy, watching you cum in my face."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
He lapped her drenched pussy harder, deliberately triggering a chain reaction. She favored every stroke he took, knowing it would be exactly as she dreamed. This, however, wasn't a dream-it was lusciously real.
Her ass bounced on his seat. She was close, all hot and trembling. Jesus, she thought she would die. "Don't stop, Bill. Please. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Don't stop."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
Her fingers tightened on his shoulder. Her mouth dropped open. She arched her back, then started to go into a convulsion. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, my God. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
He kept licking her as she spasmed. She didn't know if she came once or multiple times-her orgasm was that powerful. His face was smeared with her juices while he indulged himself. He seemed to welcome her fragrant moisture, and wasn't the least bothered by the way it covered his fever-red cheeks. Bill was driven by her mounting lust and the desire to leave her satisfied.
She couldn't believe she was cumming all over that handsome face-the one she secretly stared at throughout the evening. Deliriously, she rubbed her pussy over his mouth, cheeks and nose. Her enjoyment was total.
"Yeah," he grunted between mouthfuls. "Oh, yeah. Let yourself go. I know how much you wanted this."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
At last, she slumped in the seat. That orgasm had taken everything out of her. She didn't have an ounce of energy left to give-at least, not immediately. The muscles in her legs, which were strung over his shoulders, began to throb. Dwelling in this position was going to be painful.
Bill lifted his face from her cunt, then moved toward her face. By instinct, Sherry let out her tongue and pushed it into his mouth. She tasted her juices mixed with his saliva. The combination thrilled her. She darted and probed his confines, committing his taste to memory. Not only did she have traces of him on her pussy, but in her mouth.
Bill pressed his mouth to hers in a way that robbed her of her breath. Grinding his crotch against her hungry mound was another maneuver that disarmed her. She felt the pulsing heat rising in his body, along with the desperate need to relieve it. He was like a pressure valve, ready to explode.
"I want you so much," he whispered hoarsely in her ear after taking his mouth away. His hands traced her tits, thumbing the area of her nipples. "I'm going to fuck you all night." To emphasize his point, he smashed his stiff cock into her groin and massaged her. "It'll be so good."
"I know," she sobbed, shaking. She trembled hard, anticipating those strong, sure thrusts of his in her wet pussy. Having him fill her cunt was going to be exquisite fun.
Now that they had enjoyed oral intimacy, there was no shred of modesty left. Her confidence in handling him grew. She traced the contours of his chest, feeling its ripeness of muscle, then swept over his belt and went straight for the bulge in his pants. He was deliciously swollen, the outline of his cock a tempting treat. She stroked his thing while peering into those blue eyes.
"You want to suck that thing, don't you?" he asked huskily.
She nodded.
"Show me how much."
Very slowly, she sank to her knees. She wanted to savor every moment. She felt his sexual heat emanating from that area. His shaft made a tent-like formation, straining the material. Even his balls challenged the space they were given. She flattened her palm over his equipment and gave it a feathery caress. A gasp of satisfaction sounded from above. She intensified her grope, feeling his pulsations. He was very excited, too.
Her panties were drenched from all this fondling. She couldn't stop the flow of juices that seeped from her cunt. She was extremely horny.
She reached for his belt, and unbuckled him. As his pants opened, she saw the shape of his, cock through his cotton briefs. God-Bill was all man. He was thick and long, with plenty to please.
She smashed her cheek against that bulge and spent a moment enjoying its throb. Ohhhhhhhhh. It was exhilarating, remembering what it was like to excite a man.
Sherry forgot all about the chauffeur. She wasn't even sure where they were with respect to her apartment. The alcohol raging through her system helped rid her of the shame. This was her night to unleash pent-up desires and see them realized.
She hooked her finger over the elastic rim of his briefs and pulled it down. The bulbous head of his cock emerged, purplish and ready for her. She gave it a lick. Mmmmmmmmm. Her bubbles of saliva sizzled on its heated surface. A second pass spread them smoothly over that fleshy tip, then brushed the heavy rim. Bill trembled as her mouth covered his bloated crown. She let it soak in her moist warmth. It was great having a cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue over and over the head, teasing the back of the rim and his cumhole, prompting his groans. There was a faint trace of salt to the skin of his upper cock. She lingered there for several moments, reacquainting herself with a man's taste. Bill had a flavor she didn't want to forget.
Sherry stopped licking and started sucking. The shaking in his body changed, then his hands surrounded her head. He applied pressure, forcing more of that dick into her mouth. Happily, she submitted.
"Get it all wet with your mouth," he said. "Come on, Sherry. Slide your lips over her cock. Take all of it. Try to swallow it. Oh, yeah, baby.
That's it. Let it disappear in your face. Relax and gulp it down."
"Mmmmmmm," Sherry sobbed. She clamped that throbbing bulk, feeling every vein, every section roll under her clenched lips. Although she could have easily sucked it down her throat, she let Bill feed it to her. The bulbous head met, then smashed against the roof of her mouth. She adjusted the position, then steered it into her throat. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. There was so much of him entering her mouth.
"Keep moving your tongue, baby. Work it around my dick. Lick it. Yeah, like that. My dick is nice and hard for you. It-likes being inside your mouth. It's going to love being inside your pussy, giving you the kind of satisfaction you dreamed of having. You're going to get so much pleasure from it. What my tongue gave you is nothing compared to what my cock can provide." He pushed down on her head. "Come on, baby. Take it all-right down to the balls. Oh, yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh-" Sherry tried to calm myself, but she was much too aroused. Stuffing herself with Bill precluded that diversion. She wiped him with her saliva-wet lips, deriving gratification from his howls of delight. There was something wildly appealing about orally servicing an escort-having her way with him.
Her hands wove around his balls while she mouthed him. She prodded him with her thumbs, gauging her performance with his responses. She kept pace with his gasps, concentrating on the wild beat of his cock as she squeezed it with her lips. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. It tasted wonderful. She sucked and sucked on it, listening to his joy. She wanted to get him off in a way he never experienced before. Perhaps the newness of her mouth, the secret of doing it in the back seat of a limo and the consummation of their attraction would ignite a powerful orgasm.
He continued to manipulate her with his hands. His fingers pressed her forehead, spanning her entire skull, as he drove her to the heavy base of his cock. She opened her mouth as wide as possible to absorb that thick stem. Mmmmmmm. Her tongue flickered at the flesh that connected to his balls before she made her climb to the saliva-soaked head. Her tip curled and swerved over the slick surface of his dick, halting to deliver a flurry of licks when she heard his breathing deepen. All the while, she massaged his balls.
"Suck that cock," he murmured, letting the back of his head thud against the seat. "Oh, baby, eat me. Eat that thing. Suck my dick. Yeah. Get it all in your mouth. Lick it up and down, along the vein. Oh, Jesus." He seized her head and urged her to swallow him whole. She got barely enough air in her lungs to last the several heart-pounding moments he spent in her throat. "Suck it, baby, suck it hard. Blow me. Eat it."
Hearing his verbal agony was just as pleasurable as having his dick between her lips. The crude phrases serving as a background were spoken in harsh, guttural tones. It made her wet, listening to Bill relate his experience in her mouth. She was so horny, she was woozy. Her clit longed to rub against the bone-like hardness that occupied her mouth. She thought about sliding down on it and quivered. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Bill was right-it was going to be so good.
What further inspired her was the possibility of the chauffeur watching. That hunky man, sitting behind the wheel, observing her unraveling joy, was a powerful stimulant.
Bill turned her head with his hands until she looked up at him. His cock stayed planted in her face. "You like sucking on it, don't you?"
She nodded.
Sweat was pouring down his face. "You're going to swallow my cum?" She nodded again.
He pushed down on her head, blocking her view of his fever-bright expression. She would have liked watching him shoot, thinking about those handsome features marred with contortions. That wasn't to happen, at least this first time. Instead, she felt the tremors building inside him until that first spurt splashed in her mouth.
"Uggghhhhhh!" he growled, discharging his goo. "Ugghhhhhh! Swallow, baby. Swallow it.
Yeah. Ugghhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her throat muscles were almost too numb to function. After having his dick reach repeatedly into that void, it seemed impossible to make them work. She managed, however, to gulp down everything he pumped.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
She assumed after ridding himself of that cumbersome amount Bill would have required a few moments to recover. Bill, however, was ready for more, dragging her back onto the seat without wasting a second. His dick stayed hard, standing upright with her saliva and some of his spent cum dripping from the tip.
"I've got to have some of that hot pussy-now!" he declared, sounding totally recharged. He worked fast to get her out of her clothes, obviously wanting nothing to exist between them except skin.
Sherry whimpered, anxious to have him. She could think of little else but that stiff cock sinking into her hungry snatch. It was going to fuck her deep and hard-just as she had visualized.
Things occurred in a haze. Sherry couldn't believe she had just blown her escort, and was about to let him fuck her. She had known the man less than a day.
He unbuttoned her gown and thumbed her erect nipples, stroking her aroused flesh. Electric splendor surged through her. "Christ, you're hot."
She quivered in anticipation of seeing him naked. He knew that by the wide grin on his face.
"Go ahead," he muttered, encouraging her with his eyes as well as with that low, seductive voice. "Open my pants. Indulge yourself."
Wanting to see the body under the clothes, she couldn't resist the invitation. She loosened his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. A gorgeous chest, rich with defined upper muscles and dark blond hair, came under her heated observation. He took immense pride in what she uncovered, daring her to go further. Sherry did, without hesitation. She marveled at those heavily muscled legs, dusted with hair. Her fingertips swept over him, savoring those carefully cultivated textures. Ohhhhhhhhh.
"We both like what we're getting," he said, his thumbs stirring over her nipples. "Mmmmmmm. This was meant to happen. Two people can't be this attracted to each other and not satisfy their curiosity."
"I was attracted to you the moment I opened the door," she admitted. Sherry wasn't previously in the habit of lowering her guard.
"Then I'll have to make sure I perform to your satisfaction. I want to fulfill your desires." He pulled her against that robust frame, letting her stiff nipples stab his firm flesh. Electric shocks resulted when she brushed against that mesh of hair.
"Ohhhhhhhhh."
His swollen cock burned, crushed to her naked skin. He watched her rejoice in his embrace, enjoying her torment. She didn't want to be so obvious, but each new texture she experienced accentuated her pleasure. He didn't spend a great deal of time permitting her to revel; the gravity of need that flashed in his eyes checked that luxury.
"That's the kind of hard-on I get when I think about a beautiful woman. A woman like you," he muttered, thumbing it. "A big, fucking hard-on like that."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Let's put that hard-on where it'll do us the most good-where it belongs, baby. Where it belongs-"
She swallowed roughly, exhaling slowly. The shivers were building inside her.
"I can't wait," he mentioned, steering her onto her back. "I've got to have you here." He scooped her up by the ass, treasuring it in his hands. She was wedged between his wall of muscle and leather. His heart was beating more rapidly as he brought her in line with his shaft. She felt the blunt end of his cock at her sopping entrance. "Oh, baby. This is going to be so good. So fucking good."
Sherry gritted her teeth as he pushed his dick into her pussy. "Oh, God! Oh, Bill! Ohhhhhhhh!" Highly excited, she wanted every inch of that thing inside her. Her eyeballs rolled up and her mouth twisted in exultation as he slid through her juicy cunt lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yes. All of it, Bill. Oh, God-"
"Yeah," he muttered, impaling her on the seat. Those bands of sinew wrapped securely to her trembling flesh. Her chin, resting above his shoulder, clamped onto bone. "Yeah, baby, let me in there. Let me get the whole fucking thing in there. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."
He buried that monster between her legs. Sherry thought she was going to faint. It felt like he was still growing while working it through her tight pussy. At last, that thick base met her hot, clinging lips. His balls were smashed to the insides of her thighs.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
It took a moment for Bill to regain his voice. "Oh, yeah. I'll bet you haven't had a man in there in a long time. Sure feels tight. I hope I was the one you were holding out for. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh." He started pumping her. "Yeah. It's the sweetest fit I could imagine."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"I'm going to fuck you so many times, Sherry, you're going to remember my cock. Everything about it will be engraved in memory."
She closed her eyes, too aroused to watch. While that dick burrowed into her, she already memorized its shape, its hardness, its curve. She was plenty wet and took it deep. She let it reach as far as it could go-which was enough to take her breath-and provide her the euphoria she aspired having. When Sherry recaptured her sight, she was observant of Bill's intense expression. His blue eyes were glazed from plunging that excited part of himself into her hot squish. If alcohol had muted reason for her, the physical act of being connected heightened all remaining sensations. She was intoxicated with lust, pushing herself toward that delightful, cunt-splitting shaft. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. It pulled her apart and left a sweet, lingering ache. She wanted as much of it as he could give.
"Don't stop," she regained her voice. "Fuck me, Bill, fuck me."
"Tell me how good it is," he encouraged. "Tell me what you like, baby. I want to hear every sound, every sob, every word that runs through your head while I stick my dick in you."
"I get so juicy with that cock rubbing inside my snatch. It's gliding through me, bringing me pleasure with every stroke. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes. Bury that dick, Bill. Shove all you can into my pussy. I want you to fuck me with everything you've got and then I want you to cum. I want to feel your cock jerk when you shoot into my pussy."
"You know that's going to happen," he muttered. "But you know that won't be the end."
He pumped her harder as he talked. "It feels so good to have the real thing, the person I've longed for all evening. When you were talking to your guests, I kept undressing you with my eyes, wondering what it would be like. Yeah. To be in your pussy, giving me what I hungered for, feeling how sweet and gratifying your body actually is-"
"Oh, Bill," she moaned. "Keep doing that. More. Fuck me hard. You can't hurt me-I'm too excited."
"I'm glad you want it, baby," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers up her spine. "I hoped you would want it. And now that you have it, I want you to have it all night."
"Yes-"
He fucked her faster, making her pussy squeak under his ramming force. She tried holding her gaze of him, but her eyes kept rolling upward in their sockets; invariably, she lost their focus. It was impossible to absorb all these gratifying reflections-too much was happening. The rapidity of events shattered her senses. Bill operated with crushing speed and lustful vigor. Their groins whacked together, making hungry noises as they exchanged sensations though physical communication.
"Oh, babe, I'm going to jizz-" he suddenly told her.
What followed was incomprehensible, because she went into orgasm, too. The constant friction, the language he used, the hoarseness of his breathing, all served to elevate her joy. She dug her nails into his powerful back and writhed to that solid core he provided her. Her awareness was splintered after the first, searing contraction. Others followed in debilitating succession, almost causing her to lose consciousness. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Bill, I'm cumming, cumming-"
"Uggghhhhh! Uggghhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhh!" he groaned.
Sherry came so hard. The muscles in her pussy clenched his cock, squeezing the jism from his body. She felt those warm, soothing spurts for a moment, then endured a series of contractions that dominated her perceptions. Bill's anguished cry as he emptied himself into her was heard above her internal crash and thunder.
"Oh, my God," she wailed, shivering under him. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh!"
After a couple of moments, her presence of mind returned. It seemed impossible to her two people could harvest that type of energy and cause emotions to explode. The orgasm she had went beyond description. It was better than anything she'd ever had. Even the handicap of alcohol couldn't diminish its fragmentation.
"Oh, Bill," she whispered, caressing his face, stirring him from the trance he entered. His blue eyes froze, as though he lapsed into a numb state.
"Oh, baby, that was incredible-"
She was plastered to the seat, her back suctioned to leather. Sweat had oozed from every pore. Bill lay on top, perspiration seeping from his flesh as well. Their moisture acted as glue.
His mouth went over her lips, taking her in a sweeping kiss. Their tongues attracted each other's, reaffirming the value of what they had experienced. She sobbed down his throat, totally pleasured by his actions.
He cupped her shuddering buttocks. His cock, not the least soft after two consecutive orgasms, remained embedded in her pussy. She smarted around that swollen thing, sore from its hammering strokes. She made no plea to have them separate. As much as it began to feel uncomfortable, she enjoyed having him stay inside her.
He sat up and stationed her on his lap. Gravity caused her to feel the blunt hardness of his cock. It slid higher into her pussy, a column of total rigidity.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she gasped, adjusting to the resounding ache that took command of her lower body and spread through to every vessel. She had never felt so utterly penetrated, so completely impaled.
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.
Shaking her head, Sherry refused to succumb to pain. "I love it." Straddling him, sitting on that marvelous cock, was a position she craved. It felt good, mounting a man. She let out a sigh of contentment, adjusting herself. Care was taken, however, in light of being speared by that monster; every wiggle punctuated the sting in her snatch.
"Good. I want to stay in your pussy. I want to look at your face and know I'm tucked in your sweet warmth."
Sherry placed her hands on his shoulders to leverage herself. That hard dick of his was practically splitting her in half. Bill was an outstanding lover, more satisfying than she could contemplate. She still wasn't in her right mind-the champagne continued to dull her judgment. She was in no hurry to reclaim her sobriety.
"Oh, Bill," she said, surprised she would reveal her inner thoughts. "Every second of this has been outstanding."
"I can make it better."
Her lips curved. "You make it sound like this is the beginning of something more than a one-night stand."
He squeezed her ass. "It might be."
"Are you making sure I'm getting my money's worth?" she blurted, referring to his role as escort.
He engaged her with a serious look. "There's no charge for the sex. I wanted it. You wanted it."
Her heart began beating faster than ever, then she arched her back. Bill, the chauffeur-none of it was manufactured for fantasy value? All that happened was actually spontaneous? Bill's metamorphosis into a sexual creature was genuine. Sherry didn't realize she possessed that kind of allure. "Oh, God-"
His fingertips pressed into her back, driving her down to that hairy chest. Her nipples sizzled against his manly flesh. Those powerful hands enclosed her ass, positioning it so he could cram every inch of that stiff cock into her. "We're going to keep doing this, baby. We're going to do it all night long "
"Ohhhhhhhhh." Sherry gripped his shoulders, crying out as he fucked her. The piston-like motion of his hips drove his cock home. Her pussy was getting moist once again, receiving that fiercely hard dick. Her most recent ache ebbed as he gained purchased of her sluiced depths.
Bill looked equally tormented. His handsome face was lined with contortions as he shoved his way into her. His balls whacked her ass as he gave it all he had. "What we're doing is the product of physical attraction."
Sherry bit her lip. White-hot pleasure seared her loins. Fanning her fingers through those dark wisps that covered his chest, she detected an erratic heart beat. Bill fluctuated from a relaxed spirit to fever pitch in a matter of seconds; never once did he lose strength in his hard-on. It was bone-solid, boring through her nectar-rich pussy. She tightened around that cock, letting it fuck her.
"Don't stop," She begged him. "Fuck me, Bill. It feels so good." It was impossible to denounce the pleasing forces at work. She was caught up in their turmoil, permitting them to wreak havoc through her horny body.
Bill briefly ended his moment of anguish to gaze up at her. "I like watching you take your pleasure on top of me," he said. "You're so beautiful, Sherry. I'm almost afraid to blink, for fear you won't be sitting on me, riding my cock."
"I'm here," she moaned. "I won't leave."
"No," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. "I won't let you. You're where you belong with me."
"Oh, God-" He poked her hard with his cock, making sure she felt the brunt of his excitement. That thick, long shaft sliced through her cunt lips in smooth, noisy strokes. They fucked like that for several minutes-flesh slapping flesh, moaning in each other's face-until they arrived at the foothills of ecstasy. They knew anything further would accelerate their climb and expedite their release.
She found the might to return some of the passion he supplied her. She sat up, feeling his huge cock sink in her, staring down at his ravaged features. She held her nipples high, letting the sweat drip from them. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Her arousal was strong, perpetuating. She caressed his biceps, his shoulders, letting her feathery touch linger where needed. His tongue slipped from his mouth, catching one of her fingers to suck on. Between her legs, she felt teeming hardness, a splitting soreness she couldn't end. That sweet pressure, challenging her massaged pussy, was attached to this incredible man. She reared her head and emitted a soft sigh. Another section of him descended into her. Ohhhhhhhhh. She began to lift and drop herself onto him, urging him to fill her cunt. Her temperature continued to rise as she heard his hoarse cries and saw visible proof of his desire in his face.
"Fuck it," he commanded. "Fuck my cock. Take it high into your pussy. Put my thing where it belongs. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhh. Keep doing that. Make me cum with your juicy snatch. See how much you want it-how long you've starved yourself for the real thing. It's there, baby-right between your legs, giving you the kind of satisfaction you deserve." He closed his eyes, breaking their heated stare. "Fuck me, baby. Cover me with that hot, juicy cunt. Make me slick with that pussy. Oh, Christ-please, don't stop. Don't-"
She bucked and writhed, enjoying the way it felt. Sitting on a cock was so different from receiving one while on her back. The amount of control he had knocked her breathless. Ohhhhhh.
Bill's prompting was unnecessary. She couldn't possibly stop herself, even if she tried. She had to keep fucking him until the brain-numbing contractions arrested her abandoned movements. Her cunt lips puckered and grabbed, giving his cock the attention it sought. Each quiver, each thrust, served as confirmation of their abounding lust. Oh, God, it was the single most thrilling thing she ever experienced.
Bill's knees came up behind her, causing his dick to dig further in her cunt. He gripped her with urgency, then fed her that solid thing in anxious thrusts. As she soared, rising from his balls on the upswing, he pushed, shoving his cock back into place with a resounding squish. She moaned as she swallowed it into her hungry snatch. It was so hard to absorb, prying her apart. "I'm getting close, baby. So close, ready to give you creamy love-"
She released his shoulders and cupped her tits. Her swollen nuggets sizzled against her palms. She rubbed them tenderly, nearing the final threshold. "Me, too."
His fingers pressed hard into her waist. "I'm gonna cum. Oh, Sherry, I'm going to cum-"
Her jaw dropped. A lasting sigh escaped her lips, carrying her over to the underside of ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhhhh." She clawed at her nipples as the seizure went through her. Christ-it was equally stunning to those she had previously. She couldn't shake the shattering effect. She ground her pussy to the bottom of his cock, applying a hot, juicy coat with a satisfying twist.
Bill shuddered beneath her. "Jesus, Sherry. Oh, Christ-uggghhhhhh! Uggghhhhhh!" Once again, those handsome features were transformed by orgasm. He pumped what was left inside him into her pussy, though his seizure was hardly reduced by the amount.
There wasn't an ounce of energy to be found in her body. She collapsed on top of Bill with a sigh. That quivering wall of muscle felt good to settle upon, to nuzzle. She lay her cheek on his chest, mewling like a cream-fed kitten.
Jesus, Sherry thought. Companions Unlimited-where would she have been without them?