Chapter 11
Keith Corcoran, studio chief of Meridian Pictures, studied the recently completed financial his accountants delivered him. The bottom line looked great. The television division was especially profitable.
That arm of the company especially interested Keith, for Nick Giambalvo funneled some tantalizing talent his way. The chicks accepting bit parts gladly spent a night with him, hoping to further their careers. Keith loved testing them. He really put his heart, soul and cock into it.
A tall, fairly appealing man of forty-two with reddish-blond hair sparsely covering his head, he leveraged his trimness with steady regiments of golf and tennis. Both he considered as recreational as sex-the only different was he obtained his perennial tan while playing tennis.
Nick had sent him some commendable beauties through the years. He even coached his son, Sal, how to do the business. Their reciprocal agreement pleased Keith. Continuity, for him, was crucial. Keith greased Nick's palm with moolah, providing he furnished the needed bodies. Keith measured talent by the ratings-not thespian skill. If viewers craved true performance, there was always the theatre.
The hour grew late at the studio. Keith normally stayed until eight or nine, enjoyed a light dinner, then read all the trade papers before retiring. His wife, Alicia, was accustomed to that schedule. He wondered if she suspected he often grabbed himself a piece of ass before heading home.
A soft rapping sounded at the door. That was the arranged signal. Keith instructed the night watchman to lead the budding starlet to his office after he established identification. Some of the babes were generally shy about delivering their wares in such a professional setting, while others gladly bared them. Keith relished variety. Modesty was acceptable, along with brazenness.
"Come in," he gently invited.
A slim brunette with black, flashing eyes and a sassy smile entered his corporate abode. Given her direct air, She didn't seem the least hesitant to cater to his erotic caprices.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, his usual overture upon welcoming them.
She strode up to his desk, then went around it before perching her luscious ass beside him. She wore a very short, clinging dress that showcased small breasts, a tiny waist and a titillating set of legs. At closer range, he noted that she was not quite than young, yet her sexiness had his hormones at full flame.
"Who might you be?" he asked, recovering from her brassy entrance.
"Linda Webster." She extended her foot, from which her high heel had fallen, and gravitated to his crotch. "Compliments of Nick Giambalvo."
He watched her toe's stimulating approach. His dick twitched in his pants. "My good buddy."
"He mentioned that you might have some work for me." She fondled a diamond pendant attached to a gold chain adorning her neck. The movement of her fingers was highly suggestive.
Keith nodded to the lump burgeoning in his pants. "I believe you've figured out where to start."
Smirking, she played with that section of his anatomy. She pressed down, meeting that manly mass. "I didn't realize I was going to audition for such a big part."
"It gets bigger, depending on what you do with it."
A wicked smile creased her lips. "Tell me how."
"I think you already know, baby." He rolled his chair toward her, delighted at how those sleek legs came apart and framed his head. Linda didn't need much grooming; she had the script down pat.
He hooked the edge of her dress with his thumbs and eased it over her lips. Brown fluff met his gaze.
"Mmmmm. No panties."
"Not usually, she said, sliding toward his face. "They tend to get in the way."
Keith let out his tongue. "I know what you mean, babe."
"Ohhhh," Linda moaned, pushing herself at Keith's face. Older men, in her opinion, were eons ahead of their younger counterparts. A lot could be said for experience. "Yes, do it. Do it."
His tip curled and probed through juicy tissue. Her pink folds became saturated with nectar. Pushing into it, he gulped the profusion of liquid sugar. Moving her hips, she smeared his nose and cheeks with her hot drippings.
"You're very sweet," he muttered, briefly lifting his mouth before driving back into her cunt. "Mmmmm."
Linda moaned, drilled by that pointed tongue. She pivoted on his desk, letting him tongue-fuck her.
Keith snapped up that tangy pussy. He cupped her shaking buttocks, dragging her tightly to his mouth. One feverish suck followed another. He fastened his hands, hoisting her above his face. His hunger was strong. Moaning, she pressed her starving pussy to his mouth. His piercing wriggle steeply pleasured her.
Leaning back, Linda balanced herself on flat palms. She lifted her snatch to him, rhythmically pushing. "Mr. Corcoran, you're outstanding. This is definitely the best I've ever had."
"It's something I dearly enjoy."
She glanced at the cock standing through his open fly. During their grouping, he'd unzipped and obviously expected some lip action. Indeed, Keith had a big one. It wasn't merely conjecture, but solid fact. She couldn't refuse a piece of meat like that. Eagerly, she curved her body atop his desk. Her head hung over the side, yet she managed to lower her mouth over it.
Keith's wiggling tip motivated her. She oozed heavily for maximum consumption. The abandoned whips of his tongue precipitated an endless trickle of cunt juice. Linda whimpered as he lashed her, gobbling those savory secretions. They seeped from her loins in an unremitting flow. She loved getting lapped by someone of unequaled talent.
The diamond pendant slipped from her grasp. His expertise made her task more challenging.
She happily repaid Keith's artistry. Spreading her lips, she took him down her throat. She gulped that throbbing cock with renewed energy. Her tongue slithered against a pulsing vessel while making a suctioning descent.
His eyes rolled up in their sockets as her mouth clamped his thick base. "Yes, honey," he groaned, picking up his wriggling tongue from her well-licked clit. "Nicely done. Keep up the good work. Keep moving that tongue, it feels great."
His tremors were prevalent. She seized the opportunity to frantically mouth him, coating that erect member of his with hot saliva. She was oblivious to the rigor of having him submerged in her throat. She relished the contest. The frenzied sucks she received were a bonus. Keith slurped her pussy until she was shaking.
Her diamond pendant glittered by his balls. She would initiate him at the appropriate moment. Detaching herself from that tongue was impossible. He did a stupendous job.
"Tighten up on me, baby," he urged.
Linda made her way up to the enlarged cock-head. She took her time ascending, wiggling higher and higher, staying securely attached. Keith appreciated her passionate suck. His gasps described his immediate pleasure. She eased upward, soaring from the glistening shaft and baring all but the saliva-drenched tip.
Keith shuddered on his back, grunting his approval. "Jesus, I almost exploded."
She teased him by inserting her tip in his cumhole. She tasted a bead of jism. She wanted to gulp down the rest, but realized she'd have to suck it out of him. Gladly, she worked that huge cock back down her throat. Lazily, she gathered it, certain he was going to jizz in her mouth.
Up and down her hungry lips went, madly devouring him. She put forth her best effort in sucking that stiff thing. When the dense spurts of jism filled her mouth, she would begin the hypnosis.
"Look what you've done to it, baby," he gasped. "It's a fucking rock. Slap more spit on it. Keep it juicy so I can slide into your hot throat." He pushed down on her head, urging her to increase her rate of consumption.
The laps he dispensed dazed her. She almost had to stop sucking him, the lightheadedness became so severe. She shook hard, unable to concentrate. Keith centered on her clit, causing it to swell from his stroking tip. Electrical charges coursed through her. The bliss was never-ending, stemming from his wild application. Jesus, he was good. The moist sounds emanating from between her legs thoroughly aroused her. She was dangerously close to spasming.
The high speed at which he functioned gave him the advantage. His robust tone set a precedent. She was caught up in the furor. She couldn't separate the sensations she disbursed, nor the ones he fed her. Everything felt great. Linda tried to get her mouth back on his cock, but Keith changed position. She didn't resist. He pulled her up on his lap.
"You need to sit on my cock," he muttered. "I want to be smashed inside your tight pussy."
Linda tried to catch her breath. She couldn't argue with his logic, other than it pushed back her plan. They had the whole evening to accomplish her objective. Getting that monster in her snatch seemed vastly preferable.
The blunt edge of his cock was at her sopping entrance. Keith, stroking his dick, longed to penetrate her. Moaning, she pushed down with her pussy.
"Mr. Corcoran." Her mouth dropped open in sweet agony. His dick was so hard, stabbing her pulsing center. It split her apart as it dug into her cunt flesh. "Oh, God. Ohhhh. Yes. That's where it belongs, in there." He filled her with purpose. Her hips worked him into her. Her hot pussy lips covered every inch of that large cock. She writhed on his lap, savoring his awesome fit. There was so much of him to cram into that tight slot. The thought of fucking that gorgeous cock of his made her so horny, she couldn't help herself.
Her diamond pendant thumped on her tits, an unconscious reminder not to fall short of her goal. Breaking into a sweat, she lowered the top portion of her dress and showed him her bullet-shaped nipples. His eyes flickered over them before glazing over. The cunt, smothering his cock, took precedence.
"Fuck me," he ordered.
She went on bouncing on her roost, humping him fast and hard. Gritting her teeth, she savored that swollen growth lodged between her pussy lips. She clasped his muscled thighs, grazing the sinew. She looked under her and saw his balls resting just below her ass, with that thick cock wrenching her snatch apart. His plunging hardness almost split her in two.
Keith groaned, pushing it into her soaked hole. He slid to the hilt, then twisted. Her cunt pinched his heavy stem. "Oh, yeah. You're nice and tight."
She exhaled sharply, then encircled his biceps. His dick shifted, spearing further into her squishy recess. She stared down at his handsome face, then submitted to the burrowing sensation.
He leisurely fucked her with his cock, easing his bulk through her juicy cunt lips. That slow, tunneling motion brought incomparable splendor.
Keith, visibly elated, parked himself in her snug pussy. His eyes glossed over and his mouth became taut as her cunt squeezed him.
Those slick lips closed around his stroking cock.
"Yes, Mr. Corcoran," she sobbed as he climbed in her snatch and rubbed the deeply frustrated area.
He groaned as she sank to his balls. She climbed his thick inches, then bore down with her pussy. "Ride me, honey," Keith gasped from her moist friction. "Ride my cock. Ride it good."
"Yes." She shut her eyes, sustaining the momentum. His thumbs depressed the firm flesh of her hips before drawing her to the bottom. He elevated his crotch, completing the connection. The muscles of her pussy involuntarily constricted. Having that thriving mass of man in her snatch provoked it.
Keith seemed glad to be locked in her slippery clutch. She made him groan when she pressed down, filling herself with cock.
"Oh, yeah." He trembled from the kiss of those wet, sucking pussy lips. They squeaked up and down his rigid shaft. Bracing his heels, he fucked back.
Those blue eyes stared at her. When her cunt totally smothered him, she noticed their blank departure. She ran her fingers through the dark strands of reddish blond hair at the side of his head. Beads of sweat appeared at his bald top. At that instant, he was very sexy.
Keith watched her lips circle as all that feverish energy reached a crescendo. He could feel her cum. She jerked up and down his shaft, huffing and contorting. Her nipples bulged over his face. She bucked and writhed, riding out the splendor.
When he sensed she could hardly continue, he lowered her onto the top of his desk. His cock stayed in her contracting pussy. She wrapped him with her sleek legs. Once on her back, she began receiving his hard, deep strokes. He leaned into her, pulled back, then dipped into her juicy cunt. He held the backs of her thighs, pushing forward, driving into her widened cunt. Sweat poured from his body, dampening the curls of hair. She moaned as he pumped her, experiencing his mounting excitement as his cock plunged much deeper.
"Oh, my God," she sobbed at the peak of connection. "Ohhhh."
He stabbed into her, making her feel his pounding excitement. The young woman was an exceptional lay. He could scarcely withhold the urge to cum.
Keith hooked her legs over his shoulders, then seized her by her upper arms. He drove savagely into her, making her experience his virile energy.
Her toes curled as he thrust that huge cock into her pussy. Her tits shook, flicking sweat.
"Don't stop, Mr. Corcoran. Please. Don't stop."
He closed his eyes as he shoved himself into her. His dick speared into that hot, clinging squish. He felt a tingling deep in his balls.
Linda undulated beneath him, obtaining total transport. She never thought she could ascend to such a plane. She watched that stiff cock glide in and out of her pussy.
The moist, slippery noises he produced reverberated along with their labored breathing. The air in his office became almost stagnant.
She slid her hand into his shirt, which had become unbuttoned during their frantic coupling. Fanning her fingers in the wealth of his chest hair, she grazed his nipples. He flinched, sensitive to her touch. He stared at her with those hungry, blue spheres, reflecting his enjoyment. She caressed his chest. His heart thudded beneath her palm.
The time to hypnotize him was at hand. She had to use it wisely if she was to find Sheila.
"Are you ready?" he grunted, jabbing her with that hard dick.
She nodded. The urge to cum was too sweet to resist. She knew, once he started fucking her like that, that it would happen. "Cum inside me, Mr. Corcoran. I want to feel you pouring into my pussy."
His strokes came faster, harder. His features turned crimson.
"I'm cumming," she wailed, "cumming."
"Now, baby. Cum with me now!"
His face screwed up in a mask of pain, then his eyes went blank. He jizzed, squirting a full load in her snatch. She tried to watch, but was overcome by some of the most delicious spasms she'd ever had. She slammed herself to his groin, taking what pleasure she could from his rigid thing. Her clit radiated with passion.
By the time her breathing reached normalcy, Keith's cock had stopped jerking. He did not try to pull out, lingering in her flooded snatch. Both knew that once he unplugged himself, the jism would spill.
Weakly, she clasped her pendant and aimed it at those glassy eyes. She urged him to look at it while he was still disoriented from orgasm.
Keith sought it out after several gulps. The diamond radiated an inescapable flurry of colors. His blue spheres froze in their sockets, then enlarged as she positioned it for prolonged viewing.
"Surrender to it," she whispered, still aching from his thrusts. He hadn't pulled out yet and the jism floated around his submerged member. "Accept it. You cannot look away, not even for a second."
Keith's will descended into the abyss she consigned all her subjects.
She detached herself from that big cock, gritting her teeth as the head popped out. As predicted, jism oozed from her fucked lips, and dribbled onto his desk. She couldn't be bothered with the mess. An inordinate amount of time had been consumed with his preparation. She inched away, severing their connection.
"Where is Sheila Davenport?" she demanded.
"She is with the boss," he mechanically responded.
"The boss? I believed you were head of the studio."
"No, there is someone of higher authority."
"Where can I find this person?"
"In the office across from mine."
Linda recalled the closed door when passing it on her way to Corcoran's lavish suite. Distinguishing no conversations behind the gleaming oak, she had thought nothing of it. "Sheila Davenport is in that office right now?"
"Yes."
Linda did not doubt him. She had him in her thrall. Lying was beyond his capabilities.
She walked out of the office, fueled with adrenaline. Her half-sister was behind that door. A mixture of exhilaration and fear pumped through her veins. For a minute, she wondered if she was being led into a trap. She should have questioned Corcoran further, but realized her desire to be reunited with Sheila outweighed all else.
She depressed the door handle and pushed. The massive slab of oak swung open, revealing an office of superior size and elegance. A large desk lay ahead, the huge leather chair turned around. She detected the presence of someone sitting in it, gazing out at the twinkling stars and backdrop of glittering Los Angeles.
"Sheila?" she called out to the back of that chair. "Are you there? Is that you?"
No response came.
Linda was confident her half-sister was absent from the room, and instead, the diabolical head of Meridian Pictures sat in that seat.
"Who are you?" she asked. "Show yourself to me.
With that, the chair whirled back, and in it sat an attractive blonde whom she vividly remembered.
"Oh my God," Linda gasped. "You're the one in charge?"
"Yes," Cynthia Rush said, "it's me."