Chapter 3
Heather went into the small bathroom off her new office and washed her pussy. She came back and sat on the couch by Kenneth.
"Now, you lick me," she said. "I love to cum on a tongue."
"I think you just like to cum," he teased.
"Of course." She leaned back and scooted her ass forward to put her crotch at the front edge of the cushion.
His mouth was watering for a taste of her pussy. He pushed her down on the couch and stretched out by her. His hands began wandering over her mature body, caressing her, feeling her. He raised himself on one elbow and kissed her. Her lips were supple and sensuous, soft and yielding, yet very demanding. He liked to kiss her. Hot blood coursed through his body. His pulse pounded.
He rolled to the floor and pulled her ass around. He got on his knees between her superb legs and kissed her on the mouth. His tongue flashed into her mouth. Her tongue met his with equal zest. He licked her chin and neck. His lips hovered over her nipples like a butterfly, barely touching the bloated buds of flesh. His tongue fluttered lightly on the very tip of each point.
She shivered with delight. "Lick my tits and play with my pussy," she mumbled. Sparks of carnal pleasure ripped through her. Her tits swelled even more. Her hard nipples felt as if they might burst.
He surrounded one areola with his lips and tickled the hard morsel with the tip of his tongue. She squirmed, put her hands behind his head and pressed his face to her tit. He alternated gently nipping and licking her fat nipples, then began to nurse one eagerly. His hand wandered down her flat, smooth belly and into the thick bush covering her prominent pubic mound. Her red fleece rivaled silk for smoothness.
She moaned softly as his finger parted the meaty folds of flesh at the top of her slit. He switched to her other nipple and rolled her large clit under his finger. Her hips churned and humped. He dragged his tongue and lips down her body to her belly button. His pointed tongue darted in and out of the small cavity. She moaned louder and tiny shivers coursed through her. He went lower on her elegant body, leaving a trail of wetness across her belly. He paused at the top fringe of her abundant red hair and rubbed his nose back and forth through the soft curls.
"Lick my cunt!" she wailed, pushing down on the top of Ms head.
He ignored her urgent plea and leaned back. He parted the fleshy lips of her savory snatch and gazed lustfully at the sumptuous sight. "Your pussy is so pretty," he said softly. "I love the way your inner lips stick out. And your clit is so big."
"Lick it!" she begged desperately. His deliberate dawdling was driving Her over the edge. The stupendous ache in her pussy made her head swim. She had to cum soon or she would go crazy! "Don't tease me this way? Lick my cunt!"
He thoroughly enjoyed teasing her. The greater her need when he finally brought her off, the harder she would cum. His tongue began to dance over her hard clit, scarcely touching it.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" she whimpered. She dug in the heels of her sexy sandals and levered her ass off the couch. She grabbed his head with both hands and buried his mouth in her succulent quim.
His tongue flew out and slithered up and down her saturated slit.
"Ooohhh, yesssss!" she moaned. "Lick my clit." Her head rolled from side to side on the back of the couch. Her ass humped! and twisted. "Get me off!"
His lips cupped her swollen love stud. His rapidly moving tongue flicked avidly, with just the right pressure. Her moans grew louder as the flames of frenzy licked at the borders of her brain.
His licking was pure torture, but torture of the most exquisite kind.
"Oh, yessssss!" she bawled softly.
Her hips settled into a rhythmic rocking. She lifted her hands and grabbed her tits. She began to twist and roll her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they pulsed in delicious torment. The pleasant ache in her tits and the electric shocks from his tongue on her clit swamped her with ecstasy. She barreled toward orgasm. The cheeks of her ass lifted higher off the couch with each energetic lunge.
He cut his eyes up, looked over her rippling belly at her busy fingers working her taut areolae. He increased the gusto of his licking. Driving his tongue way into her hot honey hole, he lapped up her intoxicating joy juice. Her pussy literally flowed, indicating that her sex thermostat had hit the top of the scale.
Her ass lunged up and down and gyrated turbulently. He had trouble keeping his mouth on her sultry snatch. Her orgasm started, so intense it drew her vocal cords tight. She stuffed her fist in her mouth to cut off her frantic scream. Her climax built to a crescendo. He stayed between her legs and continued to lick her pussy tenderly.
"God, you've got a wicked tongue," she whispered hoarsely.
He stood, and she became terribly excited when she looked at his crotch. His prick was standing straight up, looking very erotic. She put her hand around the shaft and began to jerk it.
"Put your beautiful cock in my cunt!" she said, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Shove it up my cunt and fuck my brains out!"
She flopped onto her back and spread her legs wide. She held out her arms to him, silently imploring him to climb into her saddle and take a long ride. He got on the couch and knelt between her splayed thighs. He leaned down and licked her hot slit. Then he straightened up, aimed his cock at her tight little honey hole, and eased the head in.
She yanked on his hips and made him sink the long, thick shaft of his fat dick into her depths. He seated it fully in her channel and paused for a moment. He grabbed a small pillow and stuffed it under her ass.
"Now I can really fuck you!" he grunted.
"Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me like a real bitch!"
She put her hands behind her shapely thighs and pulled her knees back until they touched her nipples. Her cunt tipped high for jousting with his cock. The road to her goodies was wide open, inviting him to ramble along the slick path as he pleased.
"Spread your legs so I can suck your tits," he said. "I love to suck big tits."
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she moaned. She spread her knees and her beautiful big tits stuck up, ready for his mouth. "Suck the damn things off! I don't care!
I'm so fucking hot!"
He shook with lust. Flames of erotic fervor permeated his entire body. He leaned forward and caught a big fat nipple in his lips. He shoved his hips forward, pushing his cock into her expanded sheath. He pounded her titillating twat until he hit bottom.
"Oooooo, God!" she hissed. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Her nipple rose in his mouth, becoming thicker and harder.
"You're a great fuck, baby," he said hoarsely. "A fabulous cunt!"
"I'm all cunt! Fuck it hard! I love your cock! I love to fuck! Make me cum!"
"I'm going to make you cum so much you won't be able to walk!" he growled.
"Don't make promises!" she wailed. "Do it!"
He caught on quickly how she wanted him to fuck her. He began to pump his prick in and out, pausing on the back stroke, teasing her, then shoving back in as hard as he could. He raised his upper body so he could watch the his prick slide in and out of her hot cunt. Watching his prick plow her fertile furrow made his mind turn cartwheels.
She climbed rapidly toward her orgasm. The head of his cock scraping her G spot felt wonderful. His shaft was so big and hard, stretching her cunt almost as far as it would go. Her moans and shivers and body movements became more dramatic. Her tight twat ate the hefty prick, drawing the full length into her sheath.
"It's here, baby," she whimpered. "Oh, God, yes, it's here! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
He fucked her harder, giving her deep thrusts, rocking her body with the force. She released her thighs and locked them around his neck, her legs folded over, her ankles locked.
"Give me a good cum, baby!" she panted.
He rode high in the saddle and rubbed the upper side of his prick over her love button. He felt her cunt cling to his cock, pulling at it, holding it tight. The swift, hot shaking of her ass, the juicy slap of her cunt, were clear signals that she was going to have one hell of an orgasm!
Her labored panting turned into a deep moan of wild delight. Her cunt tightened and vibrated in concert with her body. The plunging prick jangled her nerves. One or two more good, deep thrusts and her sex gun would fire.
"I'm going to cum!" she panted. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!" Her voice wavered as her climax came on strong.
He felt his own orgasm stirring deep in his belly. He clenched his teeth and held it back. His muscles strained as he slammed his cock up her channel with all of his might, fulfilling his promise to fuck her hard. He held onto her thighs and continued to pound away at her cunt, fucking her through her orgasm.
She bucked and jerked and twisted, aware only of the splendid sensations washing over her body. Fucking her boss in her new office made her feel so wanton! She loved to feel, and be, wanton.
She continued to cum and he continued to fuck. Her next orgasm rolled over her, pushing her back to the glorious heights. Before she came down from that one, the next one began. One after another, the orgasms ripped through her.
He blew a load of cum into her that jolted her into a harder orgasm. He didn't even slow down. He came and fucked and grunted, determined not to quit until she cried uncle.
Finally, she did. She reached the point where she couldn't cum any more. He had truly given her a superb fucking, wringing all of the energy from her.
"Is that enough?" Kenneth growled.
"Yes," Heather said faintly. "For now." She giggled girlishly.
He sat down and looked at her dripping pussy. "I haven't cum three times in a row in years," he panted. "I'll have to start working out if I'm going to keep this up."
She felt her pussy and sighed. "Lots of gyms listed in the Yellow Pages," she said. "I'd better get rid of your cum before I stain my new couch." She jumped up and hurried into the bathroom with her hand over her cunt to keep his cum from leaking out.
He was still sprawled on the couch when she came back. She flashed him a big smile and began to dress.
"I'm glad you don't wear pantyhose," he said.. "Real women don't," she replied. "They wear a garter belt and hose, or thighs-highs, like these."
"I like garter belts. They make a woman look so sexy."
"Romantic men think so."
"You know a lot about men, don't you?"
"Yes," she said. "I have something they want, and they have something I want. If we both do our best to deliver, everyone is happy."
"Now I see why you're successful in marketing," he laughed. "Is this a one-shot deal?"
"No. I like the way you fuck. In the future, we'll meet at a hotel once or twice a week. We'll have a nice lunch and a couple of hours of fun. Offices aren't safe. Besides, offices are for business, and I don't like to mix business and pleasure. You can bring your wife along occasionally if you wish."
"You don't know my wife," he snorted. "She would never go for a threesome."
"Don't play mind games with yourself, Kenneth. She could be fucking the whole neighborhood, singly or in twos and threes. You wouldn't know unless she wanted you to."
"I would know," he said firmly.
"Oh? Are you going to tell her that you fucked me today, and intend to keep doing it?"
"No, of course not."
"Do you think you're smarter than she is? That you can keep secrets from her, but she can't keep secrets from you?"
"You can be brutal, can't you?"
"No, just realistic, Kenneth. I play with myself, but I don't play mind games with myself. That's one of the reasons I'm successful in the business world."
"The company president is going to retire next year. He's grooming me to take his place. Are you interested in being the next senior vice president? You can make me look awfully good."
"I can make you feel awfully good, too," she laughed. "You know I'm interested. But only if I do a good job in the meantime."
"I know," he said. "You won't use sex to get ahead. I like you, lady. We're going to make a damn good team."