Chapter 5
Still trembling, Jessica jumped when the door opened a few minutes later. John walked in and stopped short when he saw her pale, tense face.
"Jesica...what's wrong?"
She hurried from behind her desk and into his arms, finding a comfort there she didn't even question. She savored the warm strength of his embrace. Soon her trembling eased, and once more he asked her what was wrong.
"Oh, John, it was awful. That man...that insufferable, arrogant man!"
"What man?"
"Roy Prescott," she gulped. "He came in, just left a few minutes ago. He offered me a job with his company, and when I refused he asked if I wanted to...to fuck him instead."
John looked startled, then faintly amused. "Sounds like Prescott," he mumured wryly.
"He said he always got what he wanted, one way or another. And he wanted to fuck me!" she wailed. "Then when I refused both...offers, well, he said if I don't eventually give in and go to work for him, or to bed with him, he's going to try to run you out of business."
John caressed her back slowly, and her agitation took on a different nature. The momentary lust she'd experienced from Prescott's fondling was rekindled by John's warm caresses.
"Calm down, honey," he urged her softly. "Nothing really happened, after all. As for Prescott's threat. . . well, we'll see about that. I'm not going to let him just ruin the business, and I mean to encourage you to stay right here."
She looked up at him. "I hope so."
"I think you're entitled to a little special attention after your upset," he said. "Let's go out to lunch."
Jessica felt herself relaxing as they locked the office and walked to a nearby restaurant. It was dimly lit, quiet, intimate, with a meandering floor plan that allowed tiny booths to be tucked away in private alcoves. It was to one of these almost-hidden booths that John led her. A waitress appeared immediately and took their orders for lunch, then reappeared moments later with their drinks.
Jessica took a sip and sighed as she leaned back against the thickly padded leather. The booth was small, she and John sitting beside each other, their thighs just touching.
She raised her glass and looked sideways, grinning at him. "Here's to Graham Real Estate, and its renewed success." John clinked his glass against hers. "And to foiling the plan Prescott has, including the plan to fuck you!"
She giggled at that, and finished her drink soon after. At once, John ordered another round for both of them. By the time their light meal arrived, Jessica was feeling just the tiniest bit tipsy. And decidedly horny.
As they ate, she relived the wanton balling they'd had only the day before. Their unrestrained fucking was a fabulous experience, one she wanted again. She pressed closer against him.
John slid an arm around her shoulders. His hand moved smoothly to cup her silk-covered tit, and she shivered with anticipation.
Jessica swayed against him, snuggling close to his side as he began to squeeze and rub her fleshy jug. Sticky warmth gathered in her pussy, and she rested her hand on his thigh.
"I'm not hungry for food now," John said. "I'm hungry for you. Hungry for the taste of your hot little cunt."
She moved her hand higher along his thigh, grazing the long hard bulge of his meaty cock. With a stifled groan of desire, her hand closed around the thick tube of his prick. John stiffened, then increased his caresses.
She felt her tingling tits grow full with rising lust. The way he was squeezing her big tit was stimulating her to a fever pitch, and she wanted nothing more than to give in to the raging tide of passion racing through her body.
"I'm so hot, John," she moaned. "You're making me wild."
"Don't worry, Jessie, you'll get what you want, as soon as we get out of here and over to my place."
She wriggled away from him, panting. "No, I can't wait. I want it. . . want it now."
After a quick glance told her they were truly isolated from view, she slipped down, popping beneath the hanging folds of the tablecloth. Jessica wedged herself between John's outstretched legs, heard his startled gasp as she worked down the zipper of his slacks.
"Jesus, Jessie, you can't...not here, not now," he whispered frantically.
She giggled, whispering back, "Wanna bet, boss? Just sit back, and enjoy. I know I'm going to!"
She gloated over the thick slab of his cock as she worked it free of his slacks. Dimness couldn't hide the sight of his turgid meat, and her mouth watered.
Kneeling, she leaned forward, gripping his tall-standing dick with one slim hand around its thick base. She whipped her rasping tongue tip up and down the thick column of his cock, felt his shuddering twitch at the contact.
"Oh, God...Jessie," he said with an agonized groan of raw desire.
She lapped and licked at the heated rubbery stalk of his sex, relishing the heady taste of his prick on her darting tongue. Avidly, she curled her tongue over and around his cock, wetting it, teasing it.
She could feel his prick surging, growing longer, harder as she nibbled. It made her hotter than ever.
"Suck it, baby. . . suck cock," was the hoarse whisper that came from above her.
Though her boss's face was hidden from her perch beneath the table, she could well imagine the heavy-lidded look of lust that was making his face slack. He couldn't completely display his excitement, sitting alone as he would appear to be. The idea of him striving to appear natural while she sucked his cock, hidden from view, excited Jessica to an unbelievable level.
She went wild, swirling her tongue up and down his big dick, rubbing his taut nuts with the palm of her hand.
Then she was nosing down, pushing her parted lips against the plump knob of his prick, tongue flicking at the slit in its center.
His cockhead popped between her soft full lips, began sliding wetly into the tight confines of her mouth, deeper and deeper. Jessica moaned gut-terly, thrilling to the way his huge prick was filling her mouth.
She stretched her lips wide to encompass the thickness of his cock. His meat was hot, hard, surging.
Soon she was brushing her nose against the curly warmth of his crotch, her mouth and throat filled with lots of hot cock. Her cunt throbbed painfully, hollowly. But for now, she would have to make do, to enjoy his prick fucking her face, not her pussy.
Not that it was unenjoyable, she giggled to herself. On the contrary, she loved sucking cock, especially when it was a big, long dick, like John's.
John's fingers curled around his drink glass, tightened, as he sought to control the sensual fire raging in him at the girl's talented cock sucking. The waitress appeared, and glanced around, as if wondering where his companion had gone. Then she looked at him.
"Anything more I can get you, sir?"
"No...uh," he cleared his throat. "No, this is fine, thank you."
Fine, he thought hazily, as the waitress left, it's not just fine, it's fucking fantastic!
Jessica heard the exchange, and marvelled at her boss's composure. She wasn't sure she'd have been able to carry it off so well.
Her attention returned to her erotic feast and she devoted herself to sampling every delicious inch of his cock. Her cheeks bulged from his imbedded dick, and she flailed at his bone with her tongue.
John's hips bumped against her face in a reflexive action to her swirling tongue tip. Jessica moaned at the way it forced his cock deeper into her mouth.
It spurred him to repeat the action, deliberately thrusting his hips forward, driving his dick deep into her throat.
Jessica braced herself, and gave herself to the thrill of his face-fucking dick.
For long moments he sawed his hot, horny cock in and out of her moist mouth, fucking her relentlessly. Jessica slurped wetly, noisily. Her tongue was everywhere, darting to lick, to tantalize his agitated cock flesh.
His swollen prick pounded again and again into her mouth, bruising her lips, forcing its way deep into her throat. Jessica savored the fierce friction of his pumping prick, felt her passion rising like a thermometer.
Her cunt pounded ferociously, the inner meat of her fuck-hole flexing, twitching, as if milking at a cock that stuffed her.
As her head bobbed up and down, fed by his driving meat, she brought her hands to her own body, mindless to all but her agonized need. One hand rubbed across her swollen, aching tits. . .the other disappeared under her skirt, slid beneath the damp crotch of her panties, sank into the heated wetness.
Her slim fingers probed the horny opening of her fuck-hole, stroking inside to the tempo of his cock filling her mouth. Then she moved her soaking wet fingers to the distended bud of her clit, flicking a nail over the ultra-sensitive nubbin of flesh. Her heart galloped crazily.
Senses whirling, she felt the shuddering ripples of desire race through her pussy.
John's release was nearing. She could feel it in the tightening of his body, the surging strength of his hard cock as it crammed into her mouth, faster, faster.
Then he was slamming against her face, and the pulsing length of his dick emptying into her throat.
She gurgled joyfully at the thick wash of cum that splattered into her mouth, slithering down her throat. Jessica slurped up each hot jet of juice, swallowing thirstily.
The tide eased, and she pulled back slightly to suck and lick the remaining wetness from his prick. She brought both hands away from her own body, to his, caressing his cock as it slowly subsided.
Then she tucked him away with a final loving lick, and slipped back into the booth beside her boss. His face was glistening, and his hands clenched at the tabletop. He took a deep breath, relaxed, smiled at her.
"Let's go now."
"Back to the office?" she asked, remembering the way they'd fucked in the conference room.
"My apartment. It isn't far. We can fuck without worrying about being interrupted. I want to give your sexy body my full attention."
"The perfect dessert," she grinned.
No sooner had John locked his apartment door behind them then he lifted Jessica in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Over his shoulder, she caught a glimpse of his place, and approved of the tasteful way he'd decorated. At the moment, though, her attention was fastened on her boss's body, not his living quarters.
She trembled in anticipation as he deposited her on the huge bed that dominated the room.
Eagerly they undressed each other, lavishing licks and kisses as new parts of their bodies were exposed. Once they were naked, John pushed her back against the bed and knelt between her slack thighs.
He ravished the creamy slit of her throbbing cunt with his gaze.
"Such sweet cunt meat," he murmured.
"Yours to enjoy," she giggled.
"I intend to do just that, Jessie. Enjoy every tasty inch of your hot little pussy. . . give you the lapping you gave me at the restaurant."
He wasted no more time in talking. His hard mouth bruised the tender flesh of her pussy in a way that soon had her twitching and sobbing shrilly.
She quivered as his long stiff tongue firmly stroked along the cream-slickened folds of her pussy. Deeper and deeper he delved into her sweetly scented slit, pushing her higher and higher on a spiral of desire.
Jessica loved the way John devoured her needy little snatch. He knew exactly what pleased her most, and she loved the raw, pagan sensations.
She could feel her horny clit swelling, and she trembled, knowing his roving mouth would soon fasten on her erect clit. Eagerly she waited for the exquisite pleasure of it.
"Oh, John," she sighed. "I'm crazy about the way you eat my cunt out. It's the greatest."
His indistinct murmur excited her even more. His mouth was so busy licking and lapping that he couldn't answer her, and that was just the way she liked it.
"Yes...oh, yesss," she hissed.
John's avid tongue left its rapid probing of her fuck-hole to move over the thick hard button of her clit. Her hips bucked, and she moaned hoarsely.
"Oh, fuck, that's it...that's it," she groaned wantonly.
His firm lips clamped around her throbbing clit stub, and he sucked it noisily. Her tingling button began to swell even more from the bold pressure of his mouth.
Jessica floated on a cloud of pure physical bliss. Her juice-dreiiched pussy ached to have his cock blasting away, but she hated to give up the rapture of his talented clit sucking.
John must have sensed the power of her need, and he acted upon it immediately by sinking two strong fingers knuckle-deep in her hot fuck-hole.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she wailed in satisfaction.
His plunging fingers stroked her cunthole in a lusty tempo with his mouth. The pleasure was excruciating, and Jessica found she could no longer control her raging passion.
Her whole body shuddered as a blinding orgasm coursed through her veins. Her super sensitive clit twitched against the pressure of John's lips, and her pussy muscles milked spasmodically at his plunging fingers.
"Fuck me, John...fuck me now for real."
Although he reveled in Jessica's powerful response, his own passion was reaching the boiling point. He could wait no longer to sink his horny cock in the juicy depths of her clenching cunt. In seconds, he replaced his mouth and fingers with the plump head of his burgeoning prick.
Jessica squealed once, her voice high and taut, as he savagely thrust his dick into her.
"Ram it to me," she demanded, clawing at his pumping ass. "Fuck me with your big cunt-plugging prick."
"You're getting every fuckin' inch of my cock, baby," he rasped.
She locked her heels together around his waist, lifting her ass high and offering him her pussy at an angle that let him surge to the deepest level in her horny cunt. Her fuck-hole closed around his invading dick, squeezing and sucking him wildly.
"Bring it home, baby," she urged him. "I love your big meat pumping me."
Cleanly and swiftly, John's raging hard cock sliced into her cunt flesh. He bore down with every ounce of his powerful frame, and forced his cock even deeper in her pussy, bringing shrill cries of delight from the girl.
Her hips lifted completely off the bed as she held herself against his dipping dick. Jessica wailed hoarsely as he worked his slab of cock meat further into her fuck-hole with lightning-like fuck strokes. Again and again he fucked into her, bringing fresh sobs of excitement with each harsh lunge.
The liquid animal heat of Jessica's surging cunt nearly broke John's fierce control, but he concentrated on keeping the pleasure on an intense, almost cruel level. Jessica's control had totally abandoned her, and she thrilled to the captivating glow of climax, almost immediately craving even more.
"You fuck like nothing I ever had before," she moaned. "I want more...oh, how I want more of your cock banging me."
Her straining clit grazed his stroking cock, exciting her once again. He added even more stimulation by crushing the firm fullness of her tits in his big hard hands.
Squeezing her dark, swollen nipples brought gasps of pained joy to her. She continued to writhe under him, working her pussy around his cock and caressing every inch of his fat prick with the walls of her creamy fuck-hole.
John could feel his nuts quivering expectantly, and he screwed her faster, eager now to experience the exquisite orgasmic pleasure Jessica had found again and again.
She floundered as another orgasm rocketed through her quivering frame. Jessica, shrieking, found her own pleasure increased by the arrival of John's mind-numbing climax.
Together they quaked and pounded in a desperate race to take every frenzied feeling.
With the last spasm subsiding, John and Jessica collapsed into deep blissful sleep, their arms around each other.
Half an hour later, John awoke with a start, and glanced at the bedside clock.
"Jess...Jessie."
"Mmmmm," she murmured drowsily.
"We have to get back to the office."
Reluctantly she opened her eyes. The look she gave him was pouting, a silent protest against the real world intruding on their blissful, sensual Utopia.
"Great as it was, Graham Real Estate's not making the bucks if all we do is fuck," he quipped.
"Oh, I know," she grumbled, sliding off the bed and looking around for her clothes. "I know it. . . but don't expect me to like it."
He gave her a playful swat on her ass. "Horny wench."
She grinned at him. "You bet. Can I help it if you fuck so good all I can think of is getting more of that big dick of yours?"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, babe.. . at least not any more this afternoon. I have a client to meet in little more than an hour."
"A good prospect?" she asked idly, dressing.
"Could be. Of course, this is just a preliminary meeting. If things work out, I'll probably send Nick out for the next meeting. Maybe you too."
"Is it a house you want to list?" she asked, more interested now.
"Yeah, and what a house," John whistled. "It's a real plum, and I don't intend to let Prescott beat me to it. . . not if I can help it."
Roy Prescott. With a shiver, of unease or excitement-she wasn't sure which-Jessica remembered their encounter earlier. And his vow to have her.