Chapter 5
Daryn Purcell proved to be a gentleman true to his word, and though he hungered for Lazara's body, he waited, wanting her to make the next move. Lazara appreciated it, but now that her appetite had been whetted for sex, and with her period over and she being safely on the Pill, she decided to try out a little of Marilyn's advice. She wasn't ready for the vice president in charge of Operations just yet, but on the flight back from Georgia to Kennedy she did meet what was obviously a well-to-do man in his middle fifties. Though his face was starting to wrinkle like a prune, it was obvious the man had been good looking once, and she felt that before his looks faded, she might let him make love to her, if, as the program said, the price is right.
Mike Gersten had whitening hair, was soft-spoken, and was apparently not used to giving things away. He was short and very lanky, and he had a very skinny wife he enjoyed leaving behind oil trips because he didn't want the world to see what a literal rag, bone, and hank of hair he had married. He was an insurance adjuster for one of the larger companies, and usually got his share of women wherever he went because he was able to put them on the company account as an expense. All his life he had wanted to try a black woman, never stopping to think that a woman's color had nothing to do with her performance. As far as he was concerned, brunettes were different from blondes, who were different from redheads. Orientals were different from white girls, and he was certain black women were different, too. It never once occurred to him that what he enjoyed or didn't enjoy with a woman had something to do with the woman as an individual, and not her race, hair color, or even her religion, since he liked to classify them ethnically as well.
Lazara was a stunning woman and she was different from all the other black women who might have attracted him. He liked the fact that her hair was straight, and he listened to the way she spoke Spanish to one of the other passengers and realized she had some hot Latin blood in her as well.
Just before the plane landed, he called her over and whispered into her ear, "Is it possible you might find some free time for me this evening?"
Lazara smiled back at him and heatedly whispered back into his ear, "My time is not free, sir."
"Meet me at the reservations counter when you're finished," he said, nodding, and pressed something into her hand.
When Lazara strapped herself down for the plane's landing, she looked. It was a hundred-dollar bill. She knew she'd be able to take off and leave the man standing at the counter, but she wouldn't for a multitude of reasons. First, the man was a regular passenger of the airlines. He would eventually find her again if she didn't show up. Second, it wasn't in her to do such as thing. She would meet him at the counter and either return the money, or let him know she expected considerably more.
The plane landed and she went off with the other stews, hot and tired, after cleaning out the plane. She noticed most of the other girls either went straight home, or waited around to be picked up by a passenger with whom they had made a previous date.
Cornering Marilyn, she told her what had happened, and Marilyn said, "You let the man know in no uncertain terms that you're worth one helluva lot more than a hundred dollars. For most girls that's a lot of money. For you, it's peanuts. If he can afford a hundred, he can afford considerably more."
"How much more?" Lazara asked.
"Honey, from what you say he's a curious causcasian who wants to find out what it's like to ball a black girl. Tell him you don't want cash. You want something that'll appreciate in value, like a thousand dollar gem."
"He'll probably laugh in my face," Lazara replied.
"Obviously for that kind of a gift you can't expect a one-time fling. He'll be back for more, and you'll have to give it to him. But in the meantime, you try for the diamond or ruby or whatever, and put it away in a safe deposit box where it'll be worth triple its value in the next few years. But believe me, if you let the man know you're expensive, he'll think that much more of you. Whatever you do, get the gem first, then give him the goods. Got me?"
"Gotcha!" Lazara nodded.
She went to the reservations counter where he was waiting, and as he walked over, putting a solicitous arm around her shoulder, she said, "Sir, I thank you for thinking I'm the girl who would interest you, but I'm afraid this is not precisely what would interest me." And she handed him back the bill.
"Are you saying you aren't interested in me?" Gersten asked.
"I'm saying I'd be a lot more interested in you if you gave me what I really wanted."
"First of all, how much more interested in me would you be?"
"Interested enough so that whenever you're in town and you call me and leave a message here, at the airlines, I'd be willing to meet you at a prearranged place for say, the next six months. How much money will you be paying out to girls in the next six months at a hundred dollars a clip?"
"What do you want?" he asked. "I want you to take me downtown in the city, to the wholesale diamond exchange, and I want you to pay for a flawless stone I pick out that won't be worth more than a thousand dollars."
"A thou . . .you have to be crazy."
"I have to be practical," she told him. "Believe me, I'm worth a thousand."
"My own wife isn't worth a thousand."
"I'm not your wife," she told him. "If you're not interested, say so. There are more than enough guys around here who are."
"Just what do I get for my thousand?" he asked.
"Anything you want, anytime we're both in town, for the next six months. But remember, you have to give me plenty of advance notice so I can make sure I'm ready for you."
"What do you mean advance notice?"
"At least twenty-four hours in advance. This way I can let you know in plenty of time if I'll be in town. After all, as a stewardess I fly to a lot of different places."
"You're a clever girl," he said to her. "What's to keep you from backing out once you get the gem?"
"I'm not stupid," she told him. "You know the airline I'm working for. You'd always be able to find me and make me pay for the gem one way or another. I'm not dumb enough to pull anything on you. All you'd have to do is tell the airline I tried seducing you, and it'd be enough to lose me my job."
It was obvious right from the start that she was dealing with an egotistical son of a bitch. Though she was still unsure of how to handle herself, Lazara had the feeling that if the man finally agreed to her terms, everyting would work out to their mutual satisfaction.
"You have to be anywhere tonight?" he asked.
"Just to bed early. I have another flight in the morning."
"When is your day off?" he wanted to know.
"This week it's Thursday and Friday."
"Look, I'm not a millionaire, I'm just an insurance adjuster. I'm not looking for long-time affairs. I'm looking for a night in the sack, or to be more precise, an afternoon in the sack since by tonight I have to be home with the wife. What does one afternoon with you cost?"
"Look, Mr____"
"Gersten," he told her. "Mike Gersten,"
"Well, Mr. Gersten, my price is the same for one night or six months. Believe me, I'm worth it."
"A grand? How the hell can I justify a grand on my expense account?"
"Maybe we'd better forget the whole thing," Lazara told him.
"No," he insisted. "You've got me all worked up. I'll pay your price. I'm crazy, but I'll pay it."
They got into a cab and were driven to midtown where they got out. He took her to the heart of the diamond exchange, and at a wholesaler's, he let her pick out the gem she wanted. It had a retail value of fourteen-hundred, and Gersten paid nine-hundred-and-eighty-seven-fifty for it. They stopped at a nearby bank where Lazara opened a safe deposit account and stashed the gem away. Then they took another cab out to Long Island where they were taken to a motel with X-rated TV.
Once they were in the room, Lazara took a long shower, and then Gersten did the same thing while she watched what was going on on the TV set into which she had to continually feed quarters. The ten minutes the man took in the bathroom gave her an extensive education in sexual behavior. She lay on the bed, totally naked, her tawny ebony form lithe-ly wriggling when he came out.
Gersten was a skinny man, and his body was as wrinkled as his face. Only his penis stood tall and proud, without any wrinkles, and the sight of it, especially after watching the movies on the TV set, had Lazara feeling heat.
"Come on, man," she said to him. "Let's get to the fun."
Mike Gersten slipped into bed next to her and he turned his back on her. She pressed her nakedness against his and realized a white man's body felt no different from that of a black man's. Just as her black didn't rub off on him, his white didn't smear itself on her. She wanted to please him, but with him turned away like that, she wasn't certain just how.
A few minutes passed in silence, except for the sounds coming from the TV set, and Mike Gersten, without realizing it, was about to drift off to sleep. That was when Lazara spoke in a small voice.
"Mike? Mr. Gersten?"
"Ummmm?"
Her very warm hand came around and pressed itself against his chest below his right nipple, and she whispered, "Don't I appeal to you anymore? Is the fact that I'm bought and paid for making me unattractive to you?"
"No," he admitted. "You aren't unattractive. I just feel a little strange about all this. I'll be honest, I've always wanted a mistress, even a part-time mistress, and that it's for just six months doesn't really turn me off. But it's the first time I've ever given in to such demanding terms from a woman. I'm going to have to defray the cost of that diamond over a period of six months to make my expense account take it. It bothers me."
There was a long silence between them, and she said, "While you were in the bathroom did you hang up your clothes so they wouldn't look too rumpled?"
"It doesn't matter very much," he told her. "My wife expects me to have a rumpled suit when I come off a plane. She'll put it in the cleaners tomorrow."
"Uh huh. Tell me, do all men cheat on then-wives? I want to know what to expect when I get married."
He lay there, unmoving, unanswering for the moment, and her hand pressed itself all the more firmly against his chest. Finally, he said, "I don't know about all men. I can only speak for myself. My own home sex life stinks, so I look for it on the outside. I figured you were really something special, but now I don't know."
There was another long silence between them, and then Lazara asked, "Are you trying to say I'm turning you off?"
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"Hey, look," she said, rubbing a thigh against his, "a girl has to look out for herself. It isn't as if I'm not offering value. Let's be honest. Though you want to lay me, you know damn well you'll never really be emotionally involved with me."
"You reallly believe in calling a spade a spade, if you'll pardon the expression."
"Oh boy, getting nasty. Look, if you want, we'll get dressed, go back and get the diamond, and you can "give it back. I don't believe in taking goods without giving value."
Mike Gersten didn't say anything. Her dark hand had gotten wet with perspiration pressing against his chest. He closed his eyes and now lay flat on his back on her left. His hands were resting at his sides.
Lazara sighed and said, "You may not believe this, but I'm relatively new to all this. I'm good, really good in the sack, or so I've been told, but I'm still very short on experience, if you get my meaning. I just figured if we got the business end of our arrangement out of the way first, we might be able to settle down and have ourselves a six month fling. I'd make you happy. Honest! Funny thing is, I feel like I'm the one being rejected now."
Mike Gersten was starting to enjoy himself immensely. He was used to a quick in and out with women and this was the first one with whom he had stopped to talk. It felt good to know she was honest enough to want to give him what he had paid for. The truth was, she was going to be a partial mistress for the next six months, and a thousand dollars was cheap for such a deal.
"That's the first time I ever heard a woman make such an admission," he laughed. "Not even my wife feels rejected when I'm not in the mood, but then, she's never in the mood herself."
Lazara wriggled a little and her hand began sliding down over his hairy stomach a little. She stopped at the bottom of his ribcage and let her hand rest, saying, "That's no real consolation." Gersten said nothing.
Her hand moved down to his crotch, her grasping fingers encircling a bulging cock and heavy testicles. She squeezed them a little and sighed, whispering, "Come on, Mike. Money not withstanding, the truth is, I need your cock as much as you need my cunt."
"Oh!" Gersten said, almost questioningly, not quite.
Stay still you horny cock, he said to his own penis, mentally talking to himself. He liked this. It was fun, but his penis was beginning to twitch, and it wouldn't be long before she knew she was definitely having an effect on him.
The little chocolate girl in his bed slid over against him and lifted herself up a little, her head over his, and then brought her lovely face down.
Her lips were full and soft and very desirable against his. Her hand gripped his penis and his testicles very firmly, though she didn't squeeze, still too worried about what pressure might do to his delicate balls. Her legs rubbed against his and her lips continued kissing softly, pressing his repeatedly. After awhile the man realized the brushed feeling against his thigh was her crisp pubic hair. The woman was pressing her hot little pussy against his thigh, and that was one hot cunt she was pressing so solidly against him. She wriggled a little, and her other hand slithered up between the two of them, gripping his arm. His penis, obviously with a mind of its own in spite of his mental warnings, continued twitching.
After a long, long time, Lazara slowly peeled her sucking lips from his. Feeling her breath on his cheeks, Gersten knew, with his eyes tightly closed, that her pretty face was still very close to his. He fought the temptation to open his eyes and look into the doe eyes with which she was gazing down on him.
Her hand tightened around his swollen cock, feeling the throbbing within, and she finally whispered, "Well, well, well, at least a part of you is responding to me. Doesn't make me feel like a total incompetent. Say, would it bother you if I kind of sat on top of you and rode you with this thing inside me for awhile?"
"Yes, I'd mind."
She had already started moving, and even with his eyes closed Gersten felt her go tense. "What did you say?"
"You asked me if I minded if you rode me with my cock inside you. Yes, I mind it. Just like you don't like being treated differently because of your color, I don't like being treated differently because I'm a man. I want to be treated like a man and not like some object."
Her hand squeezed tightly around his throbbing penis until he heard her sigh when she realized that though his cock was throbbing, it wasn't doing anything more. He wasn't panting or groaning or gasping.
"Look," she finally said, "let's get dressed and go back to the bank and get the diamond. You'll be able to at least get your money back."
"The bank's closed by now," he told her. Then he remained silent for a long while, and as time passed her fingers slowly began relaxing their stranglehold on the heatedly expanding length of his rock-solid cock. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he reached down and forced her hand to grip his cock all the more tightly .
"You know, you really are a bitch," Gersten said to her. "You thought I'd just jump into you, get my rocks off, then let you go until the next time when I'd do the same damn thing. You thought I'd drool all over myself in a hurry to get into you, and you expected me to act like some kind of fucking rooster. Just because you're so lovely, it doesn't give you the right to play with men all the time. I'm a nice guy who's letting you get away with it, but the next guy might be a sadist who'll slap the living shit out of you."
"What do you want from me?" she gasped, her voice a low whisper of fear. "You've given me what I want. Now tell me what you want so I can give it to you."
"Bought and paid for, just like that? Screw that shit, honey. Let's be a little more direct. You told me the truth about one thing. You have as much of an urge to fuck as I do. Let's stop the goddamned act."
"What act?"
"Oh, it's not an act, huh? Hello big white man, wanna fuck little black girl? Fork out fabulous diamond and you can have my black pussy for six months. I'll do you the favor of letting you fuck me whenever we're both in town, as long as you call me first so I can get rid of some other joker who happens to be hanging around."
"I never said anything about anyone else," she gasped.
"You didn't have to," he snapped at her. "I knew damn well why you wanted twenty-four hours advance notice."
It was true and Lazara knew it. She had asked for a day's notice to make certain she didn't set something up in advance with someone else. After all, Marilyn had told her to use her cunt to good advantage. She hadn't thought the man would be able to guess her intent. Her lower lip trembled, and she was on the verge of crying, realizing that though he had wanted her enough to give her the diamond, he had made a fool of her. "You are a real son of a bitch!" she gasped, ready to cry.
"Stop crying," he said to her.
"Oh hell!" she snapped.
"Let's stop playing games," he said to her. "You have the diamond, so keep it. I'll be honest. I want to fuck you, but I'm just kind of tired of having girls who behave like whores. I thought of you as something different. Maybe you're still something different. It's just that I want to be treated like a man who has feelings instead of a bank account.
"That's fair enough," she nodded, blinking away her tears. "Mr. Gersten, Mike, would you please do me the signal honor of making love to me. I gave you a six month limit, but I'll tell you what I'll do. This is my first time selling myself to a man, so if you'll have the goodness to give me the twenty-four hour notice so I don't set up some other stud, I'll give you a good time anytime you want. No six month limit, no one year limit, no limit at all, as long as you're reasonable enough to understand I have to build my nest egg."
He laughed, and said, "That's more like it. At least you're being honest with me now. Now I can turn onto you with no trouble at all."
"Well then, would you do me the honor of fucking me before I go out of my mind?"
"You'd better believe it," he told her, reaching for her.
One hand poked between her ebony thighs and two fingers plunged into the abyss of her swollen cunt, while his other arm was around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. Lazara began moaning the moment he started kissing her. Mike Gersten had never thought of himself as any kind of a really great lover, before, always content with poking his cock in, shooting his load, then pulling out. But with this girl things seemed different. He wanted to take his time, so he alternated his mouth from her lips to her ear and back again, kissing her the entire time, stabbing his tongue either into her hungry mouth or into the sensitive shell of her aural cavity. She moaned and gasped, clutching at him, thrilling to the two fingers probing in and out of her soggy slit.
The fingers continued slurping in and out for uncounted minutes. The TV set had been shut off some time earlier, but she had stopped concentrating on it a long time earlier. She rotated and revolved her buttocks, riding the stiffness of his two digits. He seemed to be prolonging the driving of his fingers into her vagina with almost a malicious kind of glee. He seemed intent on getting his money's worth. She had begged him no less than four times to pull his fingers out of her cunt and fuck her bowlegged, though she had been unable to stop grooving and moving on the two fingers he continually ran in and out of her vagina, making her ooze even more juices than she had with Daryn Purcell. It was really unfair to make a comparison at this point, because with Daryn she had been anticipating pain, and with this man she knew there would be no pain. All she had to look forward to Was pleasure.
Gersten knew it was pleasure and torment ... both. She loved what he was doing to her, but wanted his penis even more.
"HUUNNNHHH . . .UUHHNNHH . . . OH-OH-OH-OH-OH . . . YOU WHITE SON OF A BITCH . . . YOU NO-GOOD HONKY . . . OHHHH LORRRD . . . AH-AH-AHHHH . . . FEELS SO GOOD, SO GOOD, OH YES, SO GOOD INSIDE ME . . . UUNNGGHH . . . OHHHH . . . FILLL MEEEE WITH COCK ... I WANT YOUR COCK AND YOU . . . OHHHHH .... KNOWWWWW IT."
The man in question was ignoring her successive spasming as she continued shooting cunt oil all over his fingers and hand while begging. He rotated his arm while scissoring his fingers inside her, irritating her tender inner tissues that lined her wetly juicing pussy. Soft lips and inner membranes attempted to wriggle aside to make more room while at the same time trying to clamp down on those fingers. This was why he had pushed a second finger into her cunt after having driven his middle finger into her initially. They slammed into her with constantly jerking movements, pumping her squishily and sending tremors through her shudderingly wanton belly as the bare flesh of her black, pillarly thighs tingled while he continued fingering the heated depths of the airline hostess with just about the full force of his jerking arm. Relentlessly he continued shoving them in and out, in and out. His fingers were embedded so deep inside her tender cunt his knuckles dented deeply into the throbbingly pulsating satin interior of her pouting pussy.
Her bare, glorious ebony breasts, very round and with a great deal of outthrust looked like voluptuously provocative mounds on her lovely chest, jiggling constantly up and down and around as if slithering about in the perspiration formed on her body. Tremulous quakes and shuddering thrills violently shook and rocked her gasping body. Her legs rose, then slammed down as her body jerked and her heels plowed up the sheet. One hot hand of hers still clung to his upstanding penis, tugging and squeezing it, jerking up and down, up and down. Her other hand reached up and raked at his bare chest, feeling his small, masculine nipples, pulling, scratching, squeezing, trying to gather up his somewhat flabby pectorals as if they were a woman's breasts.
Bending down, he ran the edges of his teeth over her nipple, almost, not quite, chewing on it, letting her feel his teeth. Another loud moan leaped from her and she pounded her naked buttocks against the mattress.
"You said something about riding my cock," he gasped. "Would you like to try that now?"
Her nostrils flared out, then in, and her eyes rolled loosely in her head as she nodded, gasping, "YES, OH YES! ANYTHING, ANYTHING AT ALL, JUST . . . OHHHH GOD! HOW I ACHE TO FEEL THIS THING INSIDE ME."
A very noisy and wet, sloppy sound accompanied the sudden removal of his fingers from the wide-open depths of her seething vagina as he fell onto his back and said, "Ride'em, cowboy!"
Moaning, the amorously turned-on chocolate-skinned girl leaped up and into position. Gripping his penis fiercely in one hand, she twitched her pelvis while straddling him with her thighs, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of him. Without hesitation, she poked the red-tipped penis into her vagina opening, then pushed and sat at the same time, forcing the broad, mushroom-shaped glans of his erection into her narrowly tight pussy. Now it was Gersten's turn to moan out loud. She was tight, goddamned tight, and very wet because he had fingered her pussy for such a length of time. He had no idea how she had managed to sheath his entire cock in a single motion she was so inwardly tight. The friction was really going to be something. He had latched onto a real gem, all right, and she was worth the gem he had paid for her. He knew now he would want to fuck her a lot more than he actually would. She was offering her cunt to him whenever he wanted it, but he knew she was going to use it to make her fortune. For the first time in his life Mike Gersten gave a damn about someone other than himself, and decided he'd see her a couple of times a month, but he had no intention of abusing the privilege.
Her violently pumping loins filled Lazara with cock, arousing and exciting her until her dark, almost black nipples were hardened pencil points of lustful desire. The achingly aroused negress bounced up and down, up and down, driving her vagina straight down every time, gasping and moaning and grunting with animal lust, riding him with eroticaly weaving hips and a dilated vagina. Her movements kept her joyously spiked on the pole of thrusting flesh as it reared up from his hairy crotch and into the yawning chasm of her vaginal center. She leaned forward, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth partially open, and rested her hands on the man's chest while she ground around and around and around on the marvelously filling penis. The supple swinging, dangling black melons of her lovely breasts lengthening and swelling as she bent over him, bobbled and jiggled and bounced with the continuing force of her strong, impaling movements.
Lying beneath her, feeling the savage way she rode him, Mike Gersten wondered if a mere orgasm would be enough for her. In all probability, she would need a whole bunch of orgasms to be totally satisfied. He had latched onto something special, all right. He just didn't know if he was man enough to handle her. He knew he was going to cum in one hell of a hurry if he let it happen, so he forced his mind away from what was taking place, trying to concentrate on anything other than the thrilling enjoyment of what was taking place. Even with her frenetic movements making him quiver, his separating his mind from what was happening made it all last a lot longer than he thought he would. She was gasping and panting and was covered with a sheet of perspiration as if she were overweight rather than being just the right weight. Little by little she was starting to run out of breath and out of energy, and was slowing down.
Trembling, absolutely clogged right up the middle with the man's hard, long, thick and extravagantly swollen masculinity, Lazara found herself in dire need of the orgasm for which she was working so hard. She also realized it wouldn't come as easily this time, since she was doing all the work. Her dark hair was plastered to her cheeks and face because of the heavy amounts of perspira- tion, and the black hair covering her vagina was practically running with wetness.
A new thrilling shiver charged through her body as she concentrated on reaching the pinnacle of satisfaction. Hanging her softly swaying breasts over the man's sweat-stained face, she said to him, "Pull on them, suck on them, do anything to help me juice."
Mike Gersten smiled widely and reached up to squeeze both weighty, trembling dark gourds of flesh with his anxious fingers. He rammed them against her chest and rolled the nipples between his fingers as he massaged her mahogany moons.
"AHHH MMMM . . . YESSSSS ..." she gasped, writhing a little to make his meaty organ shift this way and that inside her. It moved all the more easily in her now that she was all moist and slithery inside, getting wetter by the second.
Now he began pushing. His hands shoved her breasts against her chest one more time, rolling the lovely ebony moons this way and that. Moving his two hands in a wide circular motion, he made Lazar's eyes shine with a glaze of lust. Her nostrils flared as he applied so much pressure it appeared he was trying to collapse her breasts into her chest like two broad telescopes.
Constantly warm and rippling waves of thrilling arousal and uncontrollable enjoyment filled Lazara. She continued exuding vaginal liquor, and it ran down the length of his throbbing penis and squeezed out around its hulking presence between her labia strained into a tight pink ring, and then oozed into his pelvic hedge. All the while his hands continued rolling her supple breasts around and around.
When Gersten finally released the delightfully voluptuous shapes of her dangling globes, they had swelled into new shapes. Her breasts now looked like thrusting cannon shells with the firing pins primed and ready to go. An enormous trembling burst through her quivering self.
"Ohhhh Lord! Dear Lord!" she gasped. "I'm all out of strength. I'm going to collapse. Turn me over and fuck me blind," she begged.
"Honey, you're blind already, blind with lust," he told her, and turned. But he didn't turn toward the center of the bed. Rather he tumbled her onto the floor, onto the carpeting. He fell on top of her, and her body cushioned his very nicely as he drove every last bit of breath out of her by stabbing into her again. Her simmeringly heated cunt flesh gobbled down the entire length of his swollen penis.
Unyielding, the lightly carpeted floor bounced Lazara's rounded buttocks straight up so she was able to swallow every last little bit of his rock-stiff phallus. The cock-crammed dusky woman squealed aloud, raking her nails over his tightly tensed buttocks. All the while Gersten kept on pounding. Through her silken pelvic fleece he drove, through jungles thicker than anything Tarzan had ever penetrated, fucking deep, deep, deep into the crater of her sucking vagina.
Yes, yes, yes, she was beginning to feel it now. Her body was able to sense the oncoming orgasm. Still he kept on pumping into her, thrusting again and again and again.
Now there was a squirmy .tickling in the pulsating tip of his aching penis. He jabbed and stabbed it into her juiced pussy, moving it more and more quickly. She wanted to come, but was unable to do so. She needed it!
Her unending vagina measured the full length of his massive erection. It also measured the breadth, the solidity, and the rigidity of it as it worked away inside her with throbbingly anxious desire. Gasps and panting moans came from her mouth.
"FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . "She gasped. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME AGAIN AND AGAIN. FUCK ME NOW AND FOREVER."
Her fingers plucked and pinched at his pebbly masculine nipples and her heels dug into the floor as she pumped her tired thighs up and down. Rounded, ebony breast flesh shook and rippled with her movements, glistening in the little light that came through the slatted blinds covering the window.
Heedless of the fact that she was stretched out on the unyielding floor, the man pumped his hips back and forth as if he were some kind of fucking machine. His body continued flailing her slim, almost frail black loveliness, and he allowed himself to press against her warm, smooth flesh, deliberately crushing her, squashing the volleyball mounds of her dusky breasts until he felt ready to topple forward into a heatedly milky pit of sexual sensation, the like of which he had never taken the time to enjoy in his life before.
"Lazara!" he gasped.
Her large eyes opened wide, blinked up at him, and stared, as she gasped, "Wh-what?"
"Can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna fill your cunt with semen."
"Do it!" she urged. "Do it! Gush inside me!"
"You haven't cum yet."
"You aren't paying me to cum. You're paying me to make you cum. So you cum, then we'll worry about me."
His body jammed and strained forward three more times, and then he groaned aloud in ultimate joy, feeling himself shooting with an awesome explosion of incredible force. Twitching, jerking, he bellowed, "EEEYYYAAARRGGHHH . . . HHHUUUNNHHH . . . GGAANNGGHHH . . . EEEYYYAAAIIGGHHHH!" Now he started pumping stream after stream of heated sperm into the woman. The sighing black girl hunched her body up to meet his, pushing up strongly even as her nails dug into his backside, tugging his twitching body down as she felt the huge, fleshy pipeline spitting sperm through her entire inner well.
Finally, all out of breath and all out of sperm, he tugged his penis out of tier and lay on his back for awhile. Lazara dug into Tier crotch with her fingers, but it did no good.
Getting to his knees, Gersten pushed her hands out of the way and fell between her thighs, his lips pressing themselves to the tenderly soft black muff covering her vagina in a long deep kiss. His tongue slurped its way through the thick hairs covering her triangle and finally found the silken lips leading to her womanly interstice. He licked the soft, cum-filled lips of her dripping pink slit, and they whisperingly sighed open for him. Now he pushed his tongue through the damp softness of her wet vaginal walls, tasting his own sperm, licking the pouting lips of her juicing slash that he had so solidly, thrillingly fucked.
Her hands slid into his disarrayed hair as she lay there beside the bed, staring unseeingly at the brown, greying crown while she shuddered and gasped uncontrollably. Long tremors raced up and down her thighs and charged ticklingly into her trembling belly. Lazara beat her head solidly against the floor, hitting it again and again as new thrills she had heretofore never imagined invaded her trembling body. The flat of his tongue massaging her clitoris was driving her totally out of her mind, and the sensuous stewardess surrendered totally and completely to the wildly licking lash of the man's working tongue. She sighed fervently as Gersten buried his face in the heavy moss of her silken-thatched pubic hairs. Her skin twitched and her belly trembled while his tongue slurped all the way into the oozing wetness of her dripping vagina. Lazara knew her cunt was oozing. She heard the man guipingly swallow, and her fingers tightened all the more in his hair. Lust invaded her as never before as she became oversensitive with a need for satisfaction.
She moaned and the sound was like that of a starving animal, which she believed herself to be at this point, starving for orgasmic satisfaction as the man continued to lick out all the cream he had deposited in her sopping slit. Her system was chaotic and churning, and a million tiny little insects seemed to be running over her ultra-sensitive flesh on softly caressing little feet. Staring, she looked at his cock as it slowly began stiffening again because of what he was doing to her. It looked like a barber pole of flesh, striped with the blue of his veins rather than the normal red and white. It got harder with each passing moment as he continued sucking the oozing juices coming from the depths of her creaming slit.
"HHUUNNGGHHH . . .UUNNGGHH!" she gasped and groaned and squirmed, twisting on bouncing buttocks in helpless reaction to the tonguing of her parted vagina.
Her clitoris, solidly erect, reached for the moving tongue, poking itself out in obscene invitation to the wantonly lingual attention it was receiving. Gersten saw to it that the bloated, lust-swollen little organ received that attention. His tongue whipped stiffly back and forth over the upstanding little needle.
"AAAYYAARRRGGGHHHUUNNGHH. . . OOO WWAAUUGGHHUUGGHHMMPPHH!" she hoarsely choked out as she rolled from side to side with her thighs clamped tightly around the man's head.
This was a climax the like of which she had never dreamed existed before. She shuddered as her body slammed up again and again, her vagina all but smashing the man's nose as his tongue continued slurping along her vaginal cut, and his lips continued drinking the sweet mead her pussy released.
When she opened her thighs to let go of him, she was totally unprepared for the wrinkled man leaping on top of her and plunging his cock into her mounded slash again. He pounded her hard, very hard, and his body banged hers against the unyielding floor repeatedly. Then, grabbing her legs, he lifted them, and folded them back until her knees rubbed into her breasts. He held them there, causing her cock-crammed pussy into a straight-up position. Hovering over her, he drove straight down into it with such overpowering force that the head of his penis hit the rear of her vaginal dell, making her cry out loud and moan. She jerked her head to and fro while her hair flew into a tangle. He fucked for what seemed like an eternity. Since he had already juiced once, this time he took longer, much longer, and when he was close to achieving his second climax, something he hadn't done with any other woman in all the time he had been fucking, he let her legs down for leverage and told her to move ... to shake her ass. She moved, her mouth hanging open as she gasped and panted with passion. She stared at his face above hers and realized it was lust incarnate.
A series of continual spasms shook every inch of her softly trembling and sensually ripe frame. She fucked harder, lifting her body to meet his continually, feeling a libidinous sexual hunger the like of which she had never known before. She came repeatedly, but continued moving, aching to feel him explode inside her. An overpowering eagerness of lustful desire bathed her ebony form in perspiration.
Then he was firing into her again, only this time he had no strength to shout, and the droplets that came from his penis were tiny spurts. Though mad sensation wracked his entire being, he lay helplessly on top of her, panting out his lust as what little semen he had left dripped into her.