Chapter 13
"Go on, pet," Prescott urged. "You were so cum-hungry before, have some more."
Jessica stared at him, still hazy-headed from her mind-blowing climax.
She looked over at Larson again. Sticky pools of cum dapped his flesh. He lay sprawled, mouth open, sucking in air.
Prescott nudged her again.
With her arms and legs quivery-feeling, Jessica crawled over to where the sated driver lay. He opened his eyes, looked at her and smiled an invitation.
Jessica knelt beside his body, her eyes glued to the thick oozing of his cock. She heard Prescott moving up beside her, knew he was watching avidly.
She licked her lips. Dipped her head.
The groan she heard could have come from either Roy or his driver, she wasn't sure which. It didn't really matter. Now her concentration, her attention was only on the tasty dribbling she was lapping up, as daintily as a cat laps at sweet cream.
Larson stirred, his muscles jumping and twitching crazily at the sensation of her rasping little tongue on his skin.
"Mmmmmm, good," Jessica mumbled, moving her mouth to lap some more.
In the moments it took to lick up the sticky trails of cum from his body, she could hear the steady increase in Roy's breathing from behind her.
"Damn, you're a horny little cunt, aren't you?" he grunted. "Ready for anything."
She moaned in agreement. Slurping up Larson's juice was getting her excited again.
Jessica jumped, startled, when Roy staggered to his feet and took off, muttering something.
Larson turned to her, his eyes flickering over her rosy, dewy body.
"What's he up to now?" he asked huskily.
She laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Who knows? Something wonderfully wicked, I hope."
It wasn't long before they found out.
Roy came waltzing back to the clearing, holding three bottles of champagne aloft.
"Nectar of the gods!" he cried out, then laughed uproariously at some private thought. He dropped down on the blanket.
They jostled and laughed as they each took a bottle and worked loose the corks. Three loud pops sounded, and each gulped at the foaming liquid.
"Ah, delicious," Roy sighed. "Almost as refreshing and delicious as your juicy little pussy, Jessica. Yes, almost."
"Well, I wouldn't know about that," Larson grumbled good-naturedly.
Roy stopped, looked at his chauffeur, then met Jessica's eyes.
"Then, my boy, it's high time you found out," Roy chuckled.
Jessica caught her breath. She swallowed to ease the sudden thickness in her throat. "Yes," she purred. "C'mon, Larson, drink from my pussy."
The driver's eyes flew to her glinting cunt mound, enticingly exposed as she lay sprawled on the blanket.
Jessica spread her legs wide. She smiled, tipped her bottle and took a gulp. A bit of the champagne dribbled from the corner of her mouth, down her chin. She ran her tongue over her lips.
He needed no more urging. Setting aside his own bottle, Larson moved over, got between her legs.
Jessica brought up her legs, heels against her ass. She let her knees fall open, crudely exposing the tender pink meat of her pussy.
Larson stared at the juicy treasure of her wide-open cunt with a fierce, lusty look in his dark eyes. Then he grabbed Jessica's champagne bottle from her. He tipped the bottle, let a tiny trickle of liquid splash onto her belly. It pooled in the depression of her navel.
The driver leaned down, running his long rasping tongue all over the slight swell of her stomach, lapping up the juice.
"Oooohhhh, that was cold," Jessica cried.
"Don't worry, you'll warm back up real fast," Larson boasted.
She had no doubt about that. The way his tongue was curling and slithering over her flesh created a warmth all its own. She looked over, saw Roy enjoying the sight. She realized he liked the voyeur aspect of all this, and enjoyed having his fill of watching, before joining in the erotic play.
Larson's mouth moved to her middle. She felt the tongue dipping into her bellybutton, tasting the drops of liquid settled there.
Her navel seemed a sensual live-wire, connected directly with her cunt. Flashing sensations ricocheted along her nerve endings.
"Wow, that feels sexy," she murmured throatily.
"Tastes just as sexy," Larson replied, his voice sounding thick.
She could hardly wait for him to taste even more of her. He seemed to have thought the same thing. Tipping the bottle once again, he let champagne drip into her cunt curls, ooze down into her pussy slit.
She shivered at the coolness invading her heated cunt. Then she gasped as his face mashed into her pussy.
"God, eat me . . .eat me!"
The champagne mingled with her aromatic, sticky cunt cream, drenching her pussy. Larson lapped it up, running his tongue up and down her pussy.
Evidently Roy had had enough of watching. Through her passion-hazed eyes, she saw him scramble over, felt the cool wetness as he, too, poured the liquid over her full tits.
After bathing her boobs, he began licking away the wetness with his tongue, as his driver was licking at her agitated cunt. Roy concentrated his oral attention on the stiff, puckered tips of her tits. His tongue moaned around and around the nubby islands, tapped at the taut peaks.
"God, it's so good, so good," Jessica muttered, twisting her head in abandon.
She loved the double pleasure of having both Roy and his employee tasting her tits and pussy. It was enough to make her head spin with delight.
Larson raised up only long enough to pour more champagne into her pussy, then dropped down to drink from her carnal cunt cup.
Desire flashed in her like heat lightning splashing a night sky.
The bottles of champagne were soon nearly used up, dribbled over her swollen tits, poured into the quivering hole of her cunt. She squealed, lost in a delirium of wanton lust, as Larson's mouth fastened on the ultra-sensitive lump of her clit.
"Yes, yesssss," she wailed. "Suck my cunt, you big-cocked stud."
Prescott's teeth on her tender nipples made her cry out again as brand new sparks of excitement flared in her glowing body. She shivered at the raw, vivid sensations, sharply aware of sensual joy in every cell of her being.
"Oh, God, I need more," she moaned. "Please...oh, please...fuck me. Fuck me, one of you...both of you...I don't care, just fuck me!"
Larson left the tasty feast of her pussy with obvious reluctance. Prescott, too, left the tender treat of her silky tits. The two men looked at each other, then grinned.
"Well, boss," Larson said. "What's it to be...heads or tails?"
"I only wish I could enjoy both at once," Roy answered ruefully. "You want tails?"
"Yeah, I sure do," the driver said, eyeing her moist cunt greedily.
"So do I," Roy grunted. "But it's her ass I want most. . . shit, let's fuck her together."
She lay still, watching them through narrowed eyes. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and she ached for someone, anyone, to give her the royal fucking she needed so urgently.
Hearing their plan to fuck her together made Jessica's heart race. She quivered in wicked excitement as Larson pushed between her legs, resting the plump head of his cock at the elastic opening of her fuck-hole.
She groaned and arched her hips, trying to force his prick into the aching void of her pussy.
With a loud, satisfied grunt, Larson drove his dick into her with a single, clean stroke, burying his raging prick to the limit in her cunt. Jessica wailed at the shocking invasion of her pussy, and shuddered wildly.
Larson's fat, long cock pounded into her cunt, making wet slurping noises for a few minutes. Then, grabbing her by the ass, he rolled over on his side with her leg flung over his hips.
Prescott hurried to slide against her damp back, his fierce rock-rard cock jutting from the tangle of coarse hair at his crotch.
"Jesus, what's that?" Jessica shrieked, at the splash of cool liquid on her ass crevice.
"Just the last of the champagne, pet," Roy said thickly. "Champagne to coat my cock, champagne to slick your asshole...the only way to butt fuck!"
His swollen prick prodded the humid crack of her ass, and he slipped his arms around her, cupping the heavy mounds of her tits.
Insistently, Prescott pressed his cock against the tight, clenched mouth of her asshole, while Larson fucked her from the front, rhythmically stroking his prick into her churning cunt.
Rapidly Prescott pushed his prick into the elastic mouth of her brownie. He felt the flesh open, give, accepting his invading dick. He inched his wide hard cock into the steamy depths of her asshole, firmly, smoothly.
"My God," Jessica wailed. "You're stuffing me with cock. It's wonderful!"
She alternately hunched forward and backward, against the wild fuck force of each of the two men.
Both men crammed their pricks into her, fucking steadily into her writhing cunt and tight asshole, separated only by a thin wall of flesh. She thrilled to the double fucking friction, addicted to the stimulating bliss it gave her.
Prescott squeezed her tits together as he ground his chunky cock into her shitter, making his balls nudge against her body. On the other side, Larson flexed his ass sharply and quickly, screwing savagely into her pussy.
She felt a hot glow of exquisite sensation flood her body. Her butt hole was spasming, milking Prescott's pounding dick.
"Fuck me hard," she begged. "I'm so close...fuck me hard and fast."
The men pistoned their pricks into the thrashing girl relentlessly. They increased the tempo, pounding her until she felt almost faint.
Her body trembled at the brink, then exploded in a swift gush of erotic feeling. The two cocks ripped into cunt and asshole, fanning the fire of her climax.
They lasted only seconds longer. The harsh sounds of their groans and grunts echoed in the tiny clearing as the two men erupted into orgasm, pumping spurt after spurt of milky cum deep into her throbbing cunt, up her asshole.
The three of them slumped together, a wet, sticky tangle of arms and legs.
"I haven't felt so totally fucked in my life," Jessica gasped. "It's so wild...I just can't think straight."
"Yeah, I know the feeling," Larson grunted.
Soon their labored breathing slowed, their heartbeats returned to normal.
Roy sat up, then rose and started gathering the champagne bottles they'd tossed aside.
"Let's get going," he said, grinning, as he gave Jessica a playful swat on the butt.
"Hmmmmm, do we have to?" She was so drowsy now, all she wanted to do was take a nice long nap.
"Yes, we do," Roy said firmly. "Delightful as this all was, I still have a business to run, you know."
"Oh, all right," she grumbled. Larson helped her to her feet.
"Don't worry," Roy Prescott assured her. "This was just a sample of all the fucking to come!"
"Where the hell did you go yesterday afternoon?" John's voice was harsh and demanding.
She wasn't about to tell him she spent her afternoon fucking and sucking his chief competitor. . . and the man's chauffeur!
Instead, she eyed John coolly and spoke. "I went out. Period. Just like you did the day before, and just like the others did. If Nick and Bob could just take time off, I figured I had the same rights. So...I, uh...I just left early."
John sighed, rubbed his chin. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I still feel like shit. I come in, you're sitting there, looking cool, calm, almost painfully confident somehow. It just ticked me off for some reason."
She smiled to herself. It upset him, she was sure, because subconsciously he must have realized she looked so good because she'd had the best beauty treatment there was...being fucked!
There was nothing like balling to bring a fresh bloom to the cheeks, a bounce to the step, and a sparkle to the eye!
"I wish I knew how this fucking fire business was going to turn out," John grumbled. He walked to the front door and stared out at the street.
"Oh, I think the thing will die down," Jessica commented. "I know we've lost a good size commission, John, but it's not the end of the world, you know."
"Oh, no?" His voice was bitter.
"Please don't get worked up again," she pleaded. "I have a feeling it's all going to work out just fine. If Prescott is behind the fire, he'll have to lay low for awhile any way. And...and maybe the authorities will find some other conclusion. But for Prescott. . . well, I just have a feeling he's not going to trouble us any longer."
"Oh, you do, do you? You have a feeling. Great," he grimaced.
"Let's say. . . woman's intuition."
He turned to face her. "You really think so?"
"Think positive," she urged him.
"Maybe you're right," her boss said thoughtfully.
Jessica knew she was right. Roy had promised, now that he had her firmly in his power, that he would stop trying to ruin Graham Real Estate.
In return, she only had to do what she wanted to do anyway. . . be Roy's wanton, willing mistress. She looked at her watch, and felt the insistent beat of hot lust building deep inside her pussy.
She was meeting Roy Prescott for lunch. And it was a cunt-lapping, cock-sucking feast to anticipate!