Long Days Journey Into Lust by Casey Garrett

At the discreet sound of a horn out front, Jessica grabbed her purse and walked out of Graham Real Estate. She hadn't even told John she was leaving, of course. He'd find out as soon as the phone went unanswered. She couldn't tell him what she was up to!

All that mattered was satisfying the building desire in her hot pussy. And Roy Prescott was going to do just that.

Even though she'd expected a sleek, expensive sort of car, she was stopped short at the sight of the gleaming black limousine, parked and purring, in front of the building. Gray tinted windows in the back hid the occupant from view, but as the blonde approached, the back door was pushed open for her.

Trembling, feeling her moist thighs rubbing together, Jessica bent and moved into the luxurious automobile, settling against the dove gray velvet seat with a soft sigh.

She turned to the man beside her. Roy Prescott was watching her with a sensual, heavy-lidded gleam in his piercing blue eyes, and when he reached for her, Jessica smiled an automatic, inviting smile.

The smile ended abruptly when, instead of the tender caress she expected, he rudely pushed his hand up under the hem of her skirt, forcing up between her legs to the dewy softness of her pussy. For a heartbeat she felt his supple fingers inside the wet folds of her cunt.

Just as quickly, after so forcefully fingering the creamy warmth of her slit, Prescott withdrew his hand. At his signal, the car started up and pulled out into the traffic.

She swallowed. "I don't understand...why...did you stop . . . " she floundered.

Prescott allowed himself a thin smile. "Just checking to see if you had followed my orders, pet."

She slanted a half-serious, half-teasing look at the poised older man. "And if I hadn't?"

His lips twisted into a parody of a smile. "I would probably tend to make things very difficult for you, for your company," he retorted crisply.

"I'm doing this for myself, not the company," she stated.

"Oh, I have no doubt of that," Roy grinned. "Your delightful little pussy wouldn't be so anxiously creaming if you weren't enjoying yourself." His eyes dropped to her tits. "Of course, the company may benefit as well...I'm sure that doesn't make you unhappy."

Jessica felt her normal poise returning. She smiled coolly. "Of course not." Then her eyes flickered to the front of the limo, at the impeccably dressed chauffeur.

Prescott's gaze followed her look. Leaning forward, he pushed a button on a panel full of buttons. A sheet of glass purred up from a slot fitted in the back of the front seat, separating the driver from the back of the limo. The touch of another button caused a small sliding door to open, revealing an assortment of bottles and glasses.

Jessica couldn't help but be impressed with the many luxuries of the expensive car. But she also noticed that the rear-view mirror at the front of the car was positioned so that the young chauffeur had a perfect view of them, glass shield or not.

"Maybe he can't hear us," she said, nodding toward the driver, "but he can still see."

Prescott looked into her eyes, his gaze almost hypnotic. He smiled. "Of course he can see. Young Larson there is an excellent chauffeur, and good help isn't always easy to come by these days, you know. He's quite devoted to me, so I...um, allow him his little treat now and then."

Jessica fumed silently and knew Roy realized she was angry, but she could do little about it, even though she resented this obvious ploy. A bending of her will to his, by allowing his driver full view of whatever would happen between them.

She would go along with it-had no other choice-and she knew it. Jessica couldn't deny the power Prescott had over her. By coming to him of her own free will, she was admitting that very thing. But she vowed she could at least sound unconcerned.

Jessica leaned back in the cushiony seat, winked at the driver's reflection in the rear-view mirror and purred, "The more the merrier. How about fixing me a drink?"

Roy threw back his head and roared with laughter. Her smile grew a bit forced as he continued to laugh at her weak show of bravado.

"Ah, my sweet, what a performance. One can only dream of the aggressiveness you'll bring to other. . . shall we say, performances?"

He handed her a glass and Jessica hastily took a gulp, turning to stare out the smoke-tinted window. Smoothly and silently the sleek limousine was heading out of the city, into the rolling countryside. She wondered just where they were heading. She'd expected to be taken to Prescott's famous penthouse apartment...or even, if he were being cute, to some sleazy motel. Somehow, the sophisticated real estate tycoon didn't seem like the romp-in-the-woods type at all.

She felt as transparent as glass when Roy commented, "As it happens, I do like the out-of-doors."

She gasped and turned to stare at him. "How did you know I was thinking that?"

"Your face is as open as a book," he murmured, taking the glass from her hand, moving closer.

His hands were insistent as they tugged at the buttons of her sheer silk blouse. He sighed his appreciation as he pushed away the soft material, sliding it back over her shoulders and down her arms.

Her tits jutted, naked and swaying slightly, the rosy nipples erect and throbbing. Her head arched back against the high back of the seats as he cupped her flesh.

"Lovely. . . so lovely," he murmured, a catch in his voice betraying his rising heat.

Roy hefted the fullness of her tits in his hands, as if testing their weight. He could see her creamy tit flesh flushing as she grew more aroused from his touch. His fingers traced the faint blue veins arrowing toward her puckered pink nipples.

Jessica tried to hold it back, but she felt a deep throaty moan escaping her as he skillfully played with her aching boobs. An answering, demanding ache was rapidly building in her pussy.

His mouth felt cool, chilled from the drink he'd had, as he covered the jutting tip of her tit. He suckled at the puffy flesh of her jug, drawing it into his mouth.

She shivered as the slight scrape of his teeth caused flashing electric-like sensations.

He sucked at her tit leisurely, while his hand teased and caressed the other one. Her nipples, already lust-thickened, grew even more erect, and pulsed with carnal need.

Her hand rested against the nape of his neck, fingers laced into the pewter thickness of his hair. With a sob she pressed, pulling his head even harder against the thrust of her tit in his mouth.

Jessica squirmed in the seat, her thighs rubbing together moistly. She could feel the cunt juice oozing from her horny pussy, could almost hear the insistent throbbing beat of her desire.

Roy drew back, his lips finally closing around the full-standing stub of her nipple. He pulled at it, making her tit lift up and out. Then his teeth edges clasped her peak.

"Uuuuunnnngggghhhh," she moaned.

The tiny sharp nips of his teeth on her engorged nipple felt like pinpricks of fire. The way he gnawed and bit at her puckered tit peak made her quiver violently.

Leaning over her, Roy transferred his attention to her other tit, while his hand kept the carnal fire blazing in the jug he'd deserted. Again she felt the sweet sucking sensation as he enveloped her pulsing tit with his mouth.

The rhythmic sway of the limo only served to increase her powerful arousal. Even the knowledge that his driver was watching didn't curb her lust, only added to it.

She squirmed around until she was nearly stretched out full length on the soft velvet seat, with the exciting pressure of Roy's body against her.

The lustful tycoon pushed up her skirt, then changed course and tugged at the side zipper.

"Lift your hips, pet," he murmured throatily.

Jessica obeyed, arching her pelvis upward, feeling her skirt slide down her legs. Then he eased the blouse the rest of the way off her arms as well. The cool, air conditioned air in the limo bathed her nude body, helping somewhat to cool the fiery inferno raging within her.

The car swerved abruptly and her eyes flew open. At another slight swerve, she looked toward the front of the car. Her gaze met a warm smoldering look from the driver, in the mirror. The raw, naked lust she saw made her tremble.

"Larson," Prescott's voice was soft, but menacing. "Your time will come, so please, do concentrate on getting us there without an accident."

The driver couldn't hear him, but he obviously got the message. Roy returned to his exploration of her body.

"Would you really have tried to ruin the agency more, just to get back at me?"

Roy smiled mysteriously. "That's unimportant now, don't you think?"

She gulped, moaned. "Yes...it's very unimportant...the only thing that matters is you, what you're doing to me."

Roy grinned, leaned over her, running his rasping tongue over the sensitive skin of her belly. Lightly he tongued the dimple of her navel, making her moan at the pleasurable sensation.

"Keep going, lower, Roy," she pleaded. "Lick my cunt now, please!"

He moved his mouth to the tangle of blonde curls covering her hot pussy. Pushing her legs wider apart, he nosed his way into the wet heat of her cunt.

"Oh, God, yes...that's it, suck my cunt," she moaned hoarsely, her hips jerking spasmodically.

Roy breathed in the musky scent of her pussy, and his tongue flicked out, testing her juice. Slowly, deeply, he started licking the full length of her upturned slit. His tongue rasped along her creamy cunt from the tight pucker of her asshole to the soft hair edging her mound. He explored her swollen cuntlips eagerly, licking and tasting every inch of her pussy.

She groaned as he nipped at the fleshy folds of her snatch, devouring her tasty flesh in a highly erotic way.

His tongue curled around her excited clit, and she bit her lip to hold back a scream. She felt her lust rising like a fever pitch.

Her tender clit stub throbbed and grew harder and thicker as he sucked and nipped at it. Her cunt was sending off signals of pleasure like an overactive telegraph.

Roy's talented pussy eating was driving her wild. Her cunt felt hot as a furnace and ready to explode. She shrieked and humped his face when she felt him pump his long tongue into the clenched mouth of her fuck-hole.

"Yes, oh yesssss."

Roy stroked his tongue in and out of her pussy, fucking her as deeply as he could. The tight walls of her cunt closed around his invading tongue, milking it as if it were a cock. He could feel the muscles of her hips twitching out of control.

Jessica hunched against his face in a desperate tempo as the waves of orgasm crashed inside of her. Everything started to go black and she felt dizzy from the ferocious frenzy of her climax.

Dimly, Jessica heard him speak. "Rest now, pet...my own needs will keep for a little while. The best is yet to come."

Jessica awakened slowly, the languor of orgasm still with her. She opened her eyes and gasped. She was alone. Alone, naked, seemingly in the middle of a wooded area, resting on a blanket.

Her heart pounded wildly. Then she heard voices in the distance. She gave a sigh of relief and started to look around for something to cover herself with, finally tugging at the blanket she was on.

Roy Prescott and his chauffeur, Larson, emerged from the dense woods. Both were naked, their bodies glistening wetly.

She had a few seconds in which to feast her eyes on their nude bodies, compare them. Although there was nearly thirty years difference in the ages of employer and employee, both men were obviously very physically fit. She admired the subtle rippling of firm muscles as they walked.

Larson was a bit taller than Prescott, with a thicker build. The hair on his head and the mat of fur across his chest and crotch was thick and black, while Roy's was salt-and-pepper streaked. Though unaroused, both men sported well-hung cocks.

Roy waved to her as they neared. "Awake at last, I see. While you slept, Larson and I had time for a refreshing dip in the stream south of here. Now we're ready for something even more refreshing...you."

Larson's thick prick was lifting, thickening with lust. She couldn't help but stare as his prick stiffened. Roy watched her and laughed, his own cock beginning to show his arousal.

"Fuck her, Larson," Roy said generously, with a wave toward Jessica. "From the look of your dong, you'd better take the edge off, while I get something to drink. It's a bonus. . .take her first."

She sat on the blanket, trembling, watching Roy walk off, watching Larson approach her.

He stood before her with his jutting length of cock pointing right at her face.

"Wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my dick," Larson rasped, his voice taut with passion.

Jessica eyed his meaty tool, swaying so temptingly in front of her. She sighed happily as he edged even closer, until the plump crown of his cock was only an inch or so from her mouth.

"Looks good enough to eat," she teased him.

"Enjoy yourself, honey," the horny chauffeur said.

Sitting with her legs tucked under her, Jessica ran her hands up the side of his legs and hips. She reached around and traced the curve of his tight, muscular ass, cupping the cheeks of his butt, squeezing.

His cock jerked, surging as it grew even more engorged. "Get on with it," Larson rasped, "and suck cock."

She leaned in, curling her tongue out over and around his mushroom-shaped cockhead. His prick tasted clean, wet, sexy. A taste that made her want to suck his big bone more, much more.

Her soft lips formed a small circle pressed against the bulging tip of his lust-thickened dick. As she pushed forward, she felt her lips give, stretching to accommodate his huge tube of hot meat.

Jessica closed her eyes, savoring the steamy aroma of his firm body and the exotic flavor of his bulging dick. She trembled with building passion as his cock slipped inch by inch into the warmth and wetness of her mouth.

"Aaaaahhh, shit," Larson groaned. "Take all my cock in that greedy mouth of yours."

Although his prick was big, Jessica's excellent muscle control let her fill her mouth and throat with his cock shaft. She drew her cheeks in, sucking at the tasty column of his prick.

Her hands, still on the cheeks of his ass, pulled, forcing his cock even deeper into her mouth.

"Son-of-a-bitch, this is the best suck I've had in along time," Larson groaned.

She was enjoying herself thoroughly. She knew she gave good head, and it had to be because she loved sucking cock so much, as much as she loved to fuck. Eagerly, Jessica gobbled at his heavy prick, rubbing her face against his musky groin.

Larson groaned again, his voice sounding low and gruff. He started slowly to fuck in and out of her mouth, drawing back each time until only the tip of his cock was left in the clasp of her lips. Then fucking forward, burying his achingly hard cock again.

She felt his taut nuts quiver as he pumped into her mouth, with harder, faster strokes, knowing his climax was only moments away. Already she trembled with anticipation for the rushing tide of hot, pulpy cum.

She kept sucking and pulling at his enraged prick as he fucked into her willing mouth. For a second, she wondered what had happened to Prescott. This certainly hadn't turned out the way she'd expected. Roy hadn't even fucked her yet, although he'd brought her to climax with his talented pussy-eating. Now he was letting his chauffeur fuck her first, with seeming unconcern.

"Holy shit," Larson bellowed suddenly. His hips pounded a frantic tempo as he fucked into her mouth, his dick erupting a foamy load of cum.

Jessica tilted her head, gulping steadily at the molten flow of his juice. She could feel the heat of his climax echo in the deepest part of her aching pussy, but was denied the real release of coming.

Still, she thoroughly enjoyed the erotic sensation of swallowing the sexy man's sweet nectar. Spurt after spurt jetted into her throat and she moaned in ecstasy. Just as the tide dwindled, she felt herself pulled from the feast by rough hands, and pushed to the blanket on her hands and knees.

"My turn now, you hot cunt," Roy Prescott growled, as he thrust his huge cock into the wet, warm crevice between her spread thighs.

Jessica turned to look at him over her shoulder, and smiled with cum-slickened lips. This is what she wanted, needed.

"Mmmmmm, Roy...I'm so, so hot," she panted. "Don't just rub with your cock, stick it in me."

"Watching you suck off Larson made me hot as hell," he gritted. "I just about came watching that pretty throat of yours bob up and down when you swallowed his cum. Now I'm ready for my turn at you."

"Then do it, fuck me hard."

Roy merely grunted and slid his hands around her hips, lifting her as he drove his dick deeply into the greedy mouth of her cunt hole. His trim belly slapped against her up-thrust hips as he entered her from behind.

She shrieked, body twitching from the fierce onslaught of his thrust.

Prescott used his enormous cock like a battering ram, slamming into her clutching cunt with shocking intensity. The friction of his harsh fucking produced a sensation that made her pussy feel raw and terrifically aroused.

She could feel how her clit pulsed and throbbed with overloaded desire. The wet sound of his prick sliding into her cunt was so exciting.

"You're the best, Roy," she wailed. "The absolute fuckin' best."

"And the day is young yet," Roy hissed. Holding her at the waist, his big hands nearly spanning her slim middle, he used the leverage to slam home his engorged dick. His hairy, taut balls bounced against her as he fucked away. Roy's eyes glittered as the girl's response became wilder and more unrestrained.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck," she chanted. "Fuck the shit out of me, you horny bastard."

Prescott laughed. He reared back and sat on his haunches, bringing Jessica's quivering body with him. His knees pushed her legs apart as she sat back on his lap, impaled on his surging cock. He covered the jiggling melons of her tits with his hands, squeezing her damp, swollen tit flesh.

She was held fast, loved it. The position made the pumping of his prick a pounding surf of lewd pleasure.

Jessica thrilled to the swift stroking of his meaty cock shaft. Her cunt felt filled with his prick, alive and attuned to the feel and the scent and powerful vibrations his cock radiated.

Her nerves were so taut, they felt as fragile as crystal. And they could be just as easily shattered, if her pre-come tremors were any indication of the orgasmic eruption about to happen. As much as Jessica wished to prolong the delightful sensations, she yearned too for the blissful release of climax.

With a helpless, hopeless wail of joy, Jessica convulsed as Roy jabbed his cock in her. Her heart pounded erratically and the edge of her vision grew dark.

Prescott let out a bellow of pleasure and hunched against her with an incredible, balls-deep fuck thrust, then emptied his hot load of juice into her fuck-hole.

"Oh, my God," she babbled. "It's as fantastic as I thought it would be...oh, shit, I feel like I'm going to come forever and ever."

Her cunt clenched and sucked at Roy's pulsating prick like a cruel vise, draining him.

Sated at last, they relaxed, slumping down on the blanket. Jessica looked around through slitted, passion-glazed eyes and gave a startled gasp.

Only a few feet away, his head thrown back and his teeth clenched in a frenzy, Larson pumped his shocking intensity. The friction of his harsh fucking produced a sensation that made her pussy feel raw and terrifically aroused.