Chapter 6
As Karen reentered the party, making her way through the crowd in search of Carl, she encountered her competition. The room overflowed with fresh faces, girls nearly falling out of their dresses, giggling voices flattering this man and that, young, curvaceous bodies slinking in front of staring eyes. They were all so young and vivacious, and Karen found it hard to believe that she, too, had once been that bubbly.
When Karen spotted Carl, he was talking to a buxom bimbo who showed a great deal more cleavage than she did. A smartly dressed young man was with them. She tugged down on her dress to compete with the amount of tit flesh jiggling between the two men and slipped her arm around Carl's waist.
"Oh, there you are. Karen, I'd like you to meet Kevin Reilly. He recently took over Fenner-Reilly from his father."
"Nice to meet you," Karen said, letting Kevin shake her hand. He had a strong grip, very masculine, powerful, but not too firm for a lady's delicate hand. Their fingers parted, but not their eyes.
"Carl tells me you're willing to accept an exclusive on a product. Few models will do that these days. They just don't want to be linked too closely with a bar of soap or a bottle of perfume."
"They're insecure," Karen offered, studying his handsome features. "They think they'll never get other work. But if you've got what somebody wants.. . " Karen paused to let that sink in. ". . .they'll come after you."
"Spoken with confidence. And I just might know somebody who wants what you've got."
His eyes lowered to scan the full package, then raised. A sexy wink communicated the message that he was the somebody who wanted what she had.
People drifted in and out of their conversation until they were finally left alone. Kevin seized the opportunity, taking her hand. "Let's go someplace where we can be alone," he said as they meandered through the party.
Un-like Harvey, Kevin didn't check to see if the way was clear before pulling Karen into the men's room.
"This looks familiar," Karen mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Two men were standing at the urinals, but
Kevin ignored them as he guided Karen into the furthest stall. One of the guys audibly chuckled while the other quickly stuffed his dick back into his pants. Karen could hear them washing their hands as the stall door closed behind her.
Kevin was a man who didn't waste time. He raised the toilet seat and stood on the bowl to place his crotch in front of Karen's face. He pulled his pants and his underwear down to his knees, lifted his shirttails, and said, "Suck my cock, baby."
Karen stared at his hanging dick, his love muscle thick and soft. Curly brown hairs billowed around the base of his wide shaft, and his balls were cinched up in his crotch. She stepped forward and reached out for his limp cock.
The instant her fingers touched his warm flesh, his dick began to firm. She played with his stiffening prick with one hand and loosened his nuts with the other. His hips slowly pumped back and forth as his shaft straightened toward her face. Karen stroked over his hardening length until his dick feached full erection. Not overly long, his cock was fat and pulsing rhythmically within her grip.
Still fondling his balls and tickling the hairs leading back to his asshole, Karen placed his ready cock between her moistened lips. Her tongue licked over his knob before drawing his heating stick into her mouth. She slowly traveled down his stem to get it wet for sucking.
Her mouth covered his cock, and Karen drew in a long breath to capture the aroma of his crotch. She loved the musky, earthy scent and nuzzled her nose into his pubes. But Kevin's hips began to move faster, began to pull his cock through her circled lips with greater force.
Karen made love to his cock, her lips caressing, her tongue stroking, her mouth moving slowly along his stiff meat. She took her time before his dick lubricated in her mouth. Once she got a taste of his pre-cum fluids, she knew she'd fly up and down his pole, applying pressure and sucking hard to extract his flavorful spunk.
Before that happened, she lifted off his shiny cockhead and lowered her mouth to his balls. She closed her lips around one of his nuts and sucked it inside, her tongue skimming over the hairy surface of his hard orb.
She rolled his rock around in her mouth, sucking and licking, then released his reddened egg to go after the other. His cock pounded in her stroking hand as she bathed his tasty balls. Stuffing both of them into her stretching mouth, her cheeks bloated around his twin jewels, she sucked and pulled his sac away from his crotch. Kevin groaned above her, his hips trembling instead of pumping.
She licked the taut skin over his captured nuts, then opened her mouth to let his balls fall wetly between his thighs. His lubricating oils poured out of his cockhead and onto her circling fingers.
"Come on, baby, go down on my dick!" Kevin ordered.
Karen filled her face with his cock once more, her fingers playfully manipulating his nuts as her tongue smoothed his sticky liquids over his knob. His hips jerked with each swipe across his sensitive skin. Inspired by the taste of his flowing fluids, Karen took his stiff, drooling prick down her throat.
Kevin sighed and renewed the forward and back thrusting of his hips, and Karen couldn't control his speed, her mouth gliding rapidly over his thundering girth.
Karen let her lips wobble around his shaft and didn't earnestly suck his cock so she could prolong his climax. She wanted his cum streaming down her throat, but not yet. The salty flavor of his hot erection stroking between her cheeks was a pleasure to be enjoyed as long as possible. She curled her tongue to give his cock a smooth track to glide along and allowed his knob to pop in and out of her throat at its own pace.
But the taste of his rod made her crave for more. Her lips added pressure around his pumping stem and she sucked hard on his throbbing girth. Kevin put more power behind his strokes, shortening them, nearly always keeping his cockhead within the clamping grip of her throat.
Karen fought for air as Kevin tried to climb into her face. He fucked her mouth, his base at her lips, his knob down her throat, his pumping action reduced to barely moving jabs. His hairy groin covered her face, his pubes scraping her cheeks as he rocked from side to side.
She tried to pull away, but his hand came to the back of her head and kept her mouth fully covering his madly pulsing prick. Locked in position, she could do little but wait for his dick to explode.
But Karen was not the kind of girl to give up every bit of control. While she might not be able to bob her head over his hard muscle, she could still move her jaw, her lips and her tongue.
Her lower jaw rocked back and forth, sending her teeth raking across his thumping flesh. Her tongue moved with her jaw to massage the breadth of his slowly stroking stem. Her lips chewed at the base of his cock, bearing down on his wide root then loosening to gently hug his oval width.
Kevin seemed to like her active mouth, moaning and groaning, his knees bending with the amount of pleasure coursing over his cum-filled rod. And, yet, he hardly moved his dick within the tight hold of her throat. His knob pushed forward and pulled back a mere fraction of an inch, as though he was desperate to keep his climax trapped in his body.
Working her mouth around the hot base of his cock, Karen knew his dick was going to erupt at any second. His knob filled her throat, and in spite of his minimal movement, everything was in place for a rousing eruption. Most guys she had been with got wildly active just before climax, but Kevin slowed down instead.
Had she not felt the steady surges in his bloated meat she would have thought she was not satisfying his cock. His pace was not the pace of a man about to release his spunk, but it was obvious that he was seething inside. His mouth was open in continual sighs and moans, his dick quivered within her mouth, and his legs trembled. There was no doubt in Karen's mind that his load was about to leap from his buried knob.
She again tried to pull her face out of his crotch, but Kevin's hand was strong on the back of her head. He wanted his cock fully within the narrow track of her throat and kept her nose firmly pressed to his groin.
Then even the small thrusts from his hips stopped. The action transferred to his dick and his creamy jizz sprang from his planted cockhead.
Karen gulped hard as his thick cum blasted into her throat. She jerked back on her head, attempting to get his spraying knob into her mouth so she could taste his rich load. Kevin held her mouth in place, his cream hurtling down her throat without being tasted.
Kevin had stopped moaning the instant his cock erupted, his entire body stilled around his shooting cum.
Karen continued to work her mouth around his spraying shaft and put her pleasure aside to guarantee his. After all, that was the point of this blow job.
When the last of his load snaked down her throat, Kevin eased the pressure on the back of her head. He panted above her, his body quaking in the ecstatic aftermath of ejaculation.
Karen brought both hands up to his dick and slid her lips along his shaft until his cockhead sat in her mouth. Her tongue grazed his knob as her fingers squeezed around his fat shank.
She licked the end of his cock and finally got a taste of his cream. His cum was tart and tangy, unusual but not totally unpleasant. While the flavor of his jizz was not particularly to her liking, she was there to please him, so she made him think his cum was the best ever.
She sighed and moaned around his cock as though in the throes of heavenly bliss. His hips jerked as her tongue went after the few remaining drops of his spunk, but she tightened her grip on his base and kept his hot, pulsing prick within her mouth.
Her lips clamped down into the groove behind his cockhead as her tongue played with the smooth juices from his dick. She sucked on his fat knob until Kevin finally yanked his cock out of her mouth.
Her hands stroked over his deflating dong, but it was obvious that Kevin had gotten what he wanted. His dick was limp in seconds.
"That was good, baby, real good," he said, climbing off the toilet and reaching for his pants. "I'll have to let you suck it again some time."
"My pleasure," she said demurely. But that wasn't what she was thinking.
He assumed she would again want to go down on his stubby cock and drink his sour cream when she could easily pass him by for a better dick. His ego wouldn't let him see the truth, that she was only sucking him off to better her chances at a contract. And it was for that reason that she didn't tell him that another blow job was not in their future.
As soon as he was dressed, they left the stall. The bathroom had become a very busy place, men standing at the urinals and at the sinks. Everyone stared at her, and Karen suddenly felt like a slut, her head lowering. She wanted to leave as fast as she could.
"Go on ahead, babe," Kevin said. "I have to talk to Charlie."
Karen made a speedy exit and headed for the ladies' room to check her make-up.