Chapter 6
Marc Wallace returned to his place from a very energetic racquetball session. He tossed his bag of gear and shuffled to the kitchen for ice-cold bottled water. A religious health nut, Marc practiced consistent cleansing and nourishing of the body. He could have subtracted ten years from his age and not have it disputed. A tall man with long blond hair in a ponytail and a physique that could have only been achieved through a personal bodybuilder, Marc looked good and realized it. Rarely did he sleep alone. Chicks constantly phoned, begging to party with him. Marc did so in moderation. He disallowed anything that would sacrifice his peak conditioning. At Meridian Pictures, he garnered the reputation of being a machine that reliably ground out top-rated cop shows. That energy stemmed from staunch self-discipline. He knew when to say "no" and did without regret.
While gulping his water, he thought he heard the shower going upstairs. His hotel-size mansion had enormous rooms to entertain an army, and frequently, Marc gladly played the gracious host. Not conscious of any guest, however, he decided to investigate.
Halfway up the elegant staircase in front of a three-story-high window that overlooked the canyon, he speculated whether his secretary, Hayley Brooks, had taken advantage of his hospitality. It wouldn't have bothered him in the least. Usually, he encouraged her to feel at home and had issued her a key. Hayley's dedication warranted such trust. She competently supervised his schedule and shielded him from unwanted visitors. Furthermore, he had faith in her judgment and valued her input when at an impasse.
The thought of her sumptuous body in his shower-naked and ready-gave him a hard-on. Although confessing a powerful attraction, Hayley eluded him in the bedroom. She pointed out that sex with her employer might impede her work performance, and therefore, abstained from granting him any favors. While Marc respected her logic, he secretly longed for her.
He found the master bedroom door open, and also that to the master bath. Gusts of steam poured with beguiling invitation. Hayley plainly knew his agenda-she structured it-and conceivably anticipated his arrival.
Had she engineered some sort of seduction? Did the months of deprivation finally tax her to the breaking point? A smile crept across his tanned face. Hayley was clearly a player and had been honest about her swinging. He envied the men and women familiar with that intimate side.
If Hayley ultimately decided to jettison her former vow and wanted to fuck, then the pleasure was entirely his.
Upon entering the bedroom, Marc disrobed. The wall across from the bed was a mirror, capturing his bared flesh. He took pride in his muscular build, most notably his equine member. Starlets and enterprising females alike had enjoyed his big cock at some feverish juncture. He delighted in the prospect of allowing Hayley her turn.
Through the steamed, glass shower door, he glimpsed her. The woman under the spray did not have Hayley's red hair, nor her slight frame. Instead, he gaped at a buxom, petite blonde-big tits, nice ass and great legs. Grinning, he reclined on the bed, folding his arms behind his head, and waited for her to emerge.
The door opened seconds later, and the tantalizing creature stepped from the damp, foggy recess. She did not, as he'd predicted, start at his sprawled, nude self. Contrarily, she smiled while reaching for a towel and meticulously dried herself.
"Hi," she coquettishly greeted, slinking toward him, making no motion to wrap her eye-popping curves. "Did you need to hop in?"
"I had one at the club." They had strong eye contact. She had blue eyes and an arresting smile. He glanced at the gold chain adorning her neck, in addition to the diamond pendant attached. "Do you always shower with that on?"
"It's my lucky charm. I wouldn't think of removing it."
She climbed onto the bed and lay alongside him as though it were perfectly natural of her. Those blue spheres demanded his full attention. Her tits were firm, the nipples pink and alert. One trim thigh crossed the other, nearly hiding her gold fluff. Tiny drops clung to that curly nest.
He completed his examination. "I don't mean to spoil the spontaneity of the moment, but who are you?"
"Just someone who has admired your work for a long time, and has been dying to meet you."
"Ah, an actress."
She traced the contours of his chest with her dainty fingertips. "I haven't had any formal experience, but the entire process intrigues me."
"Your name?"
"Paula Meyers."
He nodded. "It's nice to make your acquaintance, Paula Meyers."
Her nail streaked across his solid breast, then from his nipple to his navel, and emitted tiny electric shocks. His cock swelled in size from her feathery touch.
"How does one get a part in your television series?" she whispered.
"By sucking my dick." He gestured to the tall, thick shaft. "Show me how badly you want it."
In the next room, Hayley heard their banter. Paula decoyed her boss, promising him the goods. Knowing of the blonde's compelling allure, he was in no condition to turn her down. She almost called out to him, but Linda's mouth squeezed her pussy and brought silence. The trim brunette shoved her tongue into her love box, then came out and brushed her clit.
"Ohhhh," Hayley quietly sobbed, welcoming that invigorating swipe. Linda licked her with infinite softness, luring her from a defensive frame into absolute compliance.
She writhed on the bed, glancing between her legs to verify that the oral pleasure she received was actually from that slinky brunette. Her eyeballs slid up into their whites as Linda's limber tip strayed on her swollen bud.
On the other side of the wall, Marc distinctly groaned. Paula had him in her sexy clutches. Hayley, normally protective of her boss, saw nothing wrong with the blonde's maneuver. Both she and her accomplice had infiltrated their camp, and she could not summon the energy to stop them.
Linda's lips smashed her pussy, then wrung more of her love sap before chasing it with her tongue. Her sucks kept her wits at full tilt. Hayley couldn't pull away from her sweet suction. The woman drew her juices in one steady gulp, while coaxing her throbbing button.
Hayley's breathing grew more coarse. Linda licked her fast and hard, pushing her toward orgasm. That tongue found her beat and rode out its pulsing excitement. She jabbed her nails into the pillow and tugged at its comers. Linda made gurgling sounds when dispatching the musky torrent.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered, hardly a squeak before the massive tremors took root. She gritted her teeth and endured their punishing fury. Sweat oozed from her pores as she violently convulsed. She slapped against the mattress, her hips bucking.
Linda, strongly clenching, anchored her. More sucking followed. "Mmmmm."
Hayley almost lost her grip on the conscious world when climaxing, awed by Linda's oral energy. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the contractions that surged from her womb. Although she wanted to scream in joy, something stifled her. Her vocal cords didn't totally cooperate and what came out was a sputter.
Something foreign diluted her concentration. She didn't have clarity of thought or the power to resist. A deeply embedded command warred with her sense of purpose and negated any spurt of rebellion.
Linda stayed down, sucking the nectar from her pussy. Hayley's feet slid up and down the sheets, her toes curled as Linda maintained her indulgent whisk. After Hayley's orgasm burned through her every vessel and left her numb, Linda escalated her passion to the next, bewildering level.
Hayley heard Marc Wallace's prolonged howl through the wall. Paula did an excellent job, given his treble. Her boss was wild about head-or so it was told to her. Hayley had never had his hefty cock. Apparently his size did not intimidate Paula.
Then Linda gave her some deep tongue. Hayley's teeth snapped together, then ground, as the titillating brunette orally drilled her.
They made minimal noise, but none that roused Marc Wallace's suspicion.
Paula slowly lifted her mouth from Marc's bulbous cockhead while aiming her jewel at his dilated pupils. The celebrated producer fell neatly into her trap. When she recited her chant and advised him of his slave rank, he did not reject her control.
"Have you seen this woman before?" she asked, exhibiting Sheila Davenport's photograph.
His blue eyes, locked in another world, gazed at the picture. Finally, he shook his head.
Paula frowned. "Are you certain?"
He remained absolutely motionless.
"Someone identified her as having attended your most recent party."
Had Nick Giambalvo given her flawed information? Enchanted, any fleeting glimpse of Sheila would seem like a routine encounter. People rarely remembered those chance meetings, but the subconscious captured every startling detail and filed it in a cabinet that only hypnosis could unlock. Even Sal, his son, contended seeing Sheila per Linda.
"Supply me with the names of people who attended that party."
Marc spouted the lengthy list of stars, writers and directors of Meridian Pictures in a lethargic tone. Paula jotted them on a piece of paper. Mesmerizing all of them seemed an insurmountable feat, yet if she shared the burden with Linda, they might stumble upon someone who verified the Giambalvos' claim.
Paula amended her opinion. Perhaps they might save time by gaining entrance to the studio and mingling with the crowd. They could randomly question those cataloged and eventually narrow their search.
She reminded Marc of his enduring obligation to her, that she shackled his will and expected his eternal cooperation, before licking his balls. His blue eyes regained their focus and his appetite for sex extremely sharp.
Marc, gripped by unusual horniness, positioned Paula on her back and spread her legs. Customarily, he warmed his partner with some head, but the need to be in her cunt overwrote convention. His plump knob went into that furry crevice, splitting its lips widely apart.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, sinking into that sodden twist of flesh. It was a delayed reaction after his swift plunge. He wasn't prepared for Paula's sapping tightness. "Oh, baby. You're crushing me."
Paula absorbed him. Licking him made her wet, so fitting that monster into her snatch was a cinch. She moaned as he entered her. His dick went up her middle, jamming her. She arched her back and pressed her pussy to him, taking the whole thing. "Oh, wow. You're really hard."
"Sure am." He clutched her shoulders, flattening her crotch to his and squeezing every available bit into that cunt. Paula gripped up on his cock, sending a ticklish flurry originating from his balls to his nerve channel. "Can you feel how much I want you, baby?"
Paula emphatically nodded, her cheeks rosy. Marc's enormous hands clasped her thighs while he drove into her sopping hole. His dick was solid bone, rubbing the walls of her pussy. He sawed into her, stealing her breath. That oncoming shaft made speech impossible.
His balls spanked her, thrust after thrust. She enjoyed the stimulating collision, the manly knock. His gasps awakened her lust, too-heavy, shuddering, in her face. He stared while pumping her until his eyes glazed over. The snag of pussy quelled the animal in him.
"Fuck me," she sobbed, taking the brunt of that hungry cock. "Fuck me."
Seizing her hips, he slammed into that absorbent mound. His dick twitched inside her love box. He pushed until entirely submerged, then basked in her female heat. "Yeah, baby. Smother my cock."
After pounding her into submission, he scooped those big tits together. His massive thumbs circled her stiff nipples. Paula flinched as he stroked them, then aimlessly rolled her head.
"Ohhhh," she sobbed. "That feels so good."
After Hayley's third orgasm, Linda mounted her trembling body. The freckled redhead panted, unable to collect her wits. Splitting those thighs apart with her knees, she covered her snatch. Pussy rested against pussy, tits piled on tits.
Hayley, dazed from the pleasure Linda amply supplied, moaned. She was much too tender after that lively tongue action. Her clit smarted. Linda's slurps dulled her senses and left her exhausted.
Before she could protest, Linda ground against her. Hayley gasped as that juicy cunt rubbed her delicate folds. Sliding back and forth, Linda detached her pink flaps and exposed her button.
"What are you doing?" Hayley murmured, unsure if she could handle more.
Linda lowered her tongue into Hayley's mouth, blocking further inquiries. Their lips came together in a starved rush. Linda's arms tightened around her, holding her at bay, then started seriously grinding her.
Hayley dug her heels into the mattress. She couldn't avoid that joy-giving slide, and after a few cunt-hugging minutes, dropped all complaint. Linda swirled in her mouth, provoking her tongue into spirited activity.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, gladly submitting to it.
Linda moved her hips, savoring the friction. Hayley enthusiastically pushed, hungrily meeting her. Their feverish rub produced fresh leakage, lubricating their slide. She bore down on Hayley, relishing the squeaky kiss of her pussy, and gave not a moment's reprieve.
Hayley's squirming heightened her bliss. Linda enjoyed the challenge of her elusive hips, discovering that they invariably realigned for more of her squishy press. Hayley grew stickier and softer with each shivering stroke.
Linda got caught up in the fervor. Hayley rocked beneath her, responding to her moist gnash. Her rigid nipples stabbed her tits.
The thud of their flesh echoed. Linda strained every muscle to stay on top and bump Hayley. The redhead yielded to the relentless conflict and violently climaxed. Linda, clinging to her, spasmed, too.
"Ohhhh," Linda moaned from the riddling sensation. The intensity nearly caused her to black out. "Oh, God, yes. Oh, yes."
She probed Hayley's mouth, their tongues vibrating. She couldn't have Marc Wallace's secretary bringing down the roof with that last one, nor interfere with Paula's progress.
Paula, positioned on her side with her leg draped over Marc's thigh, clenched her teeth. She fingered her clit while Marc crammed his dick into her. He caressed her rock-hard nipples while burying his thing.
"Give it to me," she begged. "All of it."
Marc held nothing back. His entire cock sliced into her cunt, his balls bulging at her entrance.
She could feel his hammering heart against her back. Faster she jiggled, excited by his tunneling member. Getting fucked by a big one was indescribably good. His reach robbed her of air.
"More," she panted. "More."
He savagely pumped her, stretching into her squish. That solid mass made her moan. Gazing over her shoulder, he watched himself descend into that sopping clutch. Her pussy enclosed him with a sweet pucker. Her finger, poised at her love button, furiously rubbed. He could feel her tremors culminate.
"I want to feel you cum, baby," he muttered in her ear, "while my dick is inside you."
"Yes." She leaned back, sweltering, nestled by his wall of muscle. Weakness overcame her. Her silky thigh scraped against the coarse surface of his leg. "Ohhhh."
"Do it," he ordered, barely holding back his tidal wave of cum. "Go for it."
Paula obeyed. The pleasurable erosion of his large cock knocked her senseless. She tensed while in the grip of that delicious seizure. Her pussy shrank around him as though to extract his jism.
Marc surrendered to her milking clasp. His orgasm flooded her snatch. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
They pitched on his bed, gasping for air while spending their passion. It was a total mind-scramble, destroying their energy.
Paula heard a muffled cry from the other room. Linda had done her part well. Marc never knew his secretary was on the premises.
Her brain clicked with ideas. Their quest for Sheila was far from through. More work lay ahead of them.