Chapter 1
"Well, what did you think of the movie?" Stella asked the handsome young man. He was groping in the dark with a set of keys trying to get the door open.
"I thought it was better than any of the movie reviews said it was," he answered, trying one key after another with mounting impatience.
"Yes, I thought so, too. You can never trust those critics," Stella answered.
"Damn! You try it. It seems like I find the right one only if I try the other fifty first," the young man cursed.
"Here, let me do it," Stella said, taking the keys away from him. She squinted in the darkness looking closely at the keys in her hand. Finally she picked one out and pushed it into the keyhole. It went in and the door clicked.
"O.K. All's well that ends well, as somebody once said."
"Yeah, but I don't see why I can never open this stupid door," he retorted with ruffled masculine pride.
"Sssshhhhh!" Stella said, motioning with her hand for him to be quiet. "You'll wake all the neighbors," she whispered sweetly.
"O.K.," he answered.
Stella climbed up ahead of him and George looked up at the svelte figure of his fiancee as she took the stairs one by one. His eyes rolled over the smooth surface of her lovely slender legs, from the talons of her high-heel shoes to the very folds of her sensually swaying buttocks. Stella's little bikini panties flashed momentarily in the dim light, and he noted that they barely managed to conceal the full promising roundness of her buttocks. George laughed to himself thinking how smart it was of the first chivalrous gentleman to propound the commandment of "ladies first". Indeed, from the advantageous angle he found himself now, Stella's long tapered legs were revealed from trim ankles to the top of her nylon stockings and the white naked flesh above. Naturally, the short skirt helped, he thought, as the slit up between the legs opened and closed with each step she took, giving his wild imagination a chance to run wild.
George liked to watch her like that: Her hips swaying unconsciously, her long blonde hair swinging loosely from side to side, and her ripe young body rocking as she clambered up to the steps to her small apartment. It made her whole figure dance rhythmically to the pace of her agile feet. And it made him glad, more than ever, to know that she was his now and soon forever. It had been more than luck, he thought, maybe fate had put a lovely, intelligent and sensitive girl like Stella in his path. His eyes continued to wander up and down her legs, and he noticed that the flimsy underwear gave the most tempting view of the crevice separating her smooth undulating buttocks. Unconsciously, he swallowed a large gulp of air as his mouth began to salivate. It was always like that.
Stella stopped at the third landing and quickly opened the door to her private world. They were welcomed by Mu, Stella's Siamese cat. She picked him up and caressed his sleek beige fur and looked deeply into his bright blue eyes.
"Did you miss me, Mu?" And the cat, as if understanding the question, rubbed his triangular face and long spidery whiskers against Stella's high cheek bones.
"Come on, George. Say something to Mu," she urged her fiance.
"Hi, Mu," he said, complying, and raised his hand to pat the feline creature cuddled in Stella's bosom. But the Siamese, sensing a rival, hissed venemously.
"Oh, Mu! That's not nice," Stella said in a scolding tone, raising the cat high above her head.
"Never mind. It's mutual hate," George murmured.
He took a couple of steps and slumped down on the living room sofa. His eyes surveyed the apartment. It was decorated in shades of orange, yellow and rust which gave it a cozy glow at night under the artificial light. The furniture was simple, giving the illusion of more space than there actually was. All in all, it had a sort of Japanese tinge to it that always made him feel as if he were entering a foreign and exotic place. The apartment also hinted of the other side of Stella - the passionate and exciting side that he'd begun to uncover several months ago. It was like a hidden spring beneath all her efficient executive secretary training. He watched her move about so gracefully while she prepared their usual night cap. With her long, silky blonde hair and faintly blushing skin, she looked very Scandinavian. He looked at his own dark complexion and thought of "Beauty and the Beast".
"Okay, big man, here's your Scotch" she said, handing over a short, heavy glass with two clinking ice cubes. He stretched out his hand, but instead of taking the glass, he stroked her arm and felt the smoothness of her warm velvety flesh.
As usual, his fingers transmited tingles of excitement up to the pleasure center of his brain. He could almost feel every hair in his arm rise to attention as his hand gently stroked the softness of her. He made no attempt to take the glass and was not even aware of Stella's knowing smile as she looked down at his dreamy far-off glance. He concentrated only on the pleasure of her warmness, and his fingers lingered on while his mind floated in the forming clouds of desire.
His body was a turbulent mass of nerves, and he knew that once the vapors of lust started his veins boiling there would be nothing on earth that could stop it except the woman before him.
"No more of that until you hear what I've been trying to tell you all night, lover," Stella said, pushing the cold glass into his hand and moving to a safe distance. She knew his habits well enough to take precautionary methods if she wanted a serious discussion - otherwise, there'd be no discussion at all.
"All right, what's so important that you can't even come close to tell me about it," he answered, shocked by the coldness of the icy glass she had calmly shoved into his hand.
"Simple. Next week I'll be going out of town with my boss for seven days to this plush estate the company puts up for its executives when they need to relax," she said in one breath so that he could not interrupt her.
"What! All week long?" he said in a loud voice.
"Sssshhh! The neighbors," she whispered.
"The hell with the neighbors. Why the hell does your boss want to take you along if he's going to 'relax'? Huh?" he asked angrily. "Maybe he plans to 'relax' with you," he added with a jealous - almost hurt - glance at her.
"Oh, George. How can you say that!" Stella reproached him.
"I'm sorry, honey. But I can't see why the hell he has to take you along," he said. "And whoever heard of a company setting up a country club just for its executives? What do they call it anyway, Happy Acres? Can't see my company doing anything like that. They don't even have an executive washroom."
Dear, dear George. He thought he knew everything there was to know about companies large or small, since he'd worked in both kinds. After college, for a year, he'd been in the sales training program of the Mammoth Compusystems Corporation. Then, claiming he could sell anything after that and that he didn't really like computer hook-up systems anyway, and wasn't advancing fast enough into the company, he'd joined the very tiny Magline Company which manufactured airplane parts. After two years he was assistant sales manager there, so Stella guessed he must be very smart; but sometimes he acted as if whatever he didn't approve of couldn't possibly be any good. It could be really exasperating!
"Darling, really . . . they go to relax, yes: But the work has to go on. There will be meetings, dictations, letters to write and a million other things to do. Understand?" she said emphatically.
"Let's put it this way: I understand, but I don't like it. Basically because I don't trust these big shots, Stella. Specially one from a big company like yours," he said truthfully.
The beautiful young secretary moved over to the bar and started mixing another set of drinks.
She had known all along that this was going to be his reaction to the news. He had a jealous nature, though he would never admit to it. George considered himself too urbane to be a typically jealous man, but Stella, who knew him better in many ways than he knew himself, was very conscious of this jealous streak. She had never given him cause or provocation, but there were times when a dark fire clouded his eyes if he caught another man looking at her in any way other than brotherly. This was one of the things she loved about him - it was part of his Italian heritage that had remained undiluted even after three generations and a college education.
George was watching every movement of Stella's body as she stood at the bar making the drinks. His brow furrowed and his eyes clouded with worry as he thought of another man having Stella around for seven days, twenty-four hours a day. It was too much. What if the bastard was an old fogey lecher with better ideas for Stella than writing letters. The thought made his teeth grind. He had heard enough in his work about the men behind the big desks and how they used the women around them, passing them about as if they were candy to be tasted. He had complete trust in Stella; the one he didn't trust was the "boss".
Stella finished making the drinks and returned to the sofa, leaning over to give George a kiss as she handed him his drink. Her silky blonde hair fell forward and tickled his cheeks as she pressed her wetly parted lips down on his. Automatically his eyes followed the curve of her body down to the soft whiteness of the breasts that surged up from her dress. He could only see the beginning of the deep valley that separated the two mounds of firm white flesh, and he couldn't help but think of how many times his tongue had explored that deep gulley. He could almost taste the slight saltiness of the buried skin and smell the musky animal aroma that mingled with the perfume she splashed all over her body. The combination made his nostrils flare. Stella smelled like a real woman, he thought. There was nothing of the sterile, disinfected odor he had so long associated with other women. When he and Stella made love and she perspired, it was a musky, exciting, human smell, and he loved it. It was part of that mysterious and exotic side of her that he was slowly discovering, like an untapped mine full of precious stones that shone only under special light
"... so you see he's not that type of a man at all... " she said, looking directly into his eyes.
"Mmmmhhmmm," George said, trying to hide the fact that he had not been listening at all to what she was saying. His mind wandered off to remote corners of the past while Stella was explaining about her employer.
"Besides, he's one of the first bosses I've ever had who is truly fair with his staff. For example if someone is late, but couldn't call, he doesn't scold them or anything. He just takes their excuse and says he accepts whatever apologies and just 'never mind' or 'I understand' or something like that."
"Well, that's only natural for a man who has to deal with unpredictable females .. . what could he say," George mocked.
"Say what you like, but I still think that is really generous of him," she retorted and went to sit down on a short sofa opposite him.
His eyes followed her movements, concentrating on each one as if by sheer willpower he could delay the actions and study them better. Her firm round buttocks held his gaze as she sat down. They formed two neat little semicircles as they pushed down on the sofa and burrowed halfway in the foam cushion. That simple act took George back many months to when Stella had first sat on his lap and he had felt for himself on his own bones how the two fleshy mounds of her buttocks sank down and molded themselves to his hard thighs. His hand had grazed her hips accidentally at first; then growing more confident, his fingers had searched under the silky dress she wore and had begun to probe the closely guarded secrets of her femininity. George salivated unconsciously as he remembered how his fingers had caressed the beginning of the warm crevice leading down to her tightly puckered anus. He let his fingers parade up and down as far as they could go, touching, teasing and exciting, and Stella had not protested. His free hand rested lightly on her thighs, and he could feel the contradictory tightness of the muscles beneath her invitingly soft skin. His palm had felt clammy with sweat, but it quickly dried as he rubbed it back and forth over her nylon encased thigh. He pinched her teasingly and she giggled at his boldness, so he kept on massaging her tantalizing smooth leg. Yet at that time he still had no idea of how lovely the skin actually was, or of what heavenly delights it held in store for him.
"Are you listening?" Stella suddenly interrupted his reverie.
"Yes, of course," he said quickly.
"I could swear you were a million miles away," she said, looking questioningly into his eyes.
Stella wasn't quite reassured by George's answer, but she knew better than to test him. It had happened several times before and he had used each time to his advantage: Pretending to be furious he would say, - "I'll teach you a lesson, my little lady." Then he would brusquely carry her off to the bedroom while she kicked and struggled to get free. They would fight it out on the bed, but the more she resisted the more he liked it. His face would loom over her and his mouth would plant itself like a clamp on her lips while the rest of his strong hard body pushed savagely down on her, restraining her movements until they were nothing but mere quiverings. Then, without a pause his hands would root insistently under the hem of her skirt until they found the softness of her inner thighs. His fingers would linger there gently squeezing the tender flesh while maddenly wet lips and tongue played teasingly with her ears, cheeks and mouth until finally her tightly closed legs relaxed and her body began to respond. Slowly, inch by inch, her legs would spread apart, but still George would make no new moves - only whispered lewd words in her ear. He would keep her like this for what seemed an eternity until, when Stella was unable to contain herself any longer, she grabbed the hand that lay so tantalizingly between her thighs and placed it on her eagerly throbbing vaginal mound. His experienced fingers trailed down the hair-lined, wetly heated furrow to the screaming mouth of her cunt. Stella knew perfectly well what would happen after that and she never regretted it, but tonight she wanted to talk to George seriously, and if she let him start any of that, there'd be no time for discussing her trip.
"Anyway, as you well know, there's this big deal the company wants to get through in the next two weeks. I don't know exactly what's involved, but it has something to do with the production of movies," Stella said, flicking her long blonde hair behind her with a quick twist of her head.
"Movies! I thought your company was involved with insurance and real estate. What's this thing with movies, now?" George suddenly leaped out of his dream world.
"Well, you know how it is. I don't know. Something about renting land for sets in this part of the country," she said.
"Oh, I see," George mumbled in a voice so low Stella hardly heard it, as his mind drifted back again to some months earlier.
He could just see her on that secluded beach front. The day was nice and warm, but the water was still too cold to swim and so they just lay next to each other on the sand with the hot summer sun lulling them and drugging then-bodies. He remembered the smell of her skin as it baked in the sun and the painfully throbbing erection he got when he glanced at her voluptuous, almost naked body. It had been very early in their relationship and he hadn't dared to do anything except turn and try to hide the enormous bulge beneath the flimsy material of his trunks. His long rigid penis seemed to bury itself relentlessly in the sand. He didn't know what to do. Then Stella turned on her side to face him, and one of her proud young breasts sprang out accidentally from behind her brassiere. He stared incredulously at it while his lust-swollen cock wormed itself deeper into the warm sand. Was Stella pretending to ignore the fact of her nakedly exposed breast with its swelling pink bud' pointing straight into his eyes ... or was she really unaware that she was driving him wildly insane. Anyway, George lay there, unable to move or to tear his eyes away from the mouth-watering sight, propped up on his elbows until his entire body shook with raging, uncontrollable desire. Unable to withhold a groan, he let his head fall sideways, and his wetly trembling lips locked on the mocking red nipple that had so mercilessly taunted him.
Stella flinched at his sudden attack, but made no effort to pull away. He sucked wetly and noisily, nibbling with a growing hunger and excitement as he buried his face in the fleshy valley between her breasts and smelled her sun tan oil and the incredibly arousing odor of her perspiration. Groaning louder, he pushed his nose inside the cup of her brassiere and his mouth found the second lushly ripened breast, still cool from its cover and as yet unexcited. It didn't take long for the tiny pink nipple to grow rigidly erect as his tongue licked it over and over, wetly caressing it and causing it to quiver back and forth. He simply had not been prepared for anything like this; even though he had been dreaming about it for some nights . .. and in the excitement of feeling her come alive under him, his cock buckled! It gave out on him! He wanted to scream in anger as that first spurt of impatient sperm spewed into his trunks and drained into the sand. His wildly jerking cock continued to spew and the jets of cum that followed were easier as they wringed his body from one end to the other with twists of pleasure. Then he felt the sand-covered head of his penis retreating like a tortoise into its shell. George felt himself spent and exhausted as, with a long sigh, he unfastened his hungrily sucking lips for the first time from Stella's quivering young breast. He felt at once embarrassed and relieved, and just lay flat on his chest until the sand absorbed all the moistness of his cum and he could sit upright again.
Stella had not said a word the whole time, but when he sat up and faced her, she said plainly: "Do you feel better?"
He just nodded and when he looked up again, she was smiling as if a great pressure had been removed. It was then he realized that she had not known how to react. Had he had more presence of mind and given her a little guidance, he could have had whatever he wanted from her. That was the most important lesson he learned - he was the man and she would follow his lead. If he failed to take the lead, it would always end like this, with his hot cum being swallowed by dry sand instead of her moistly clasping womb.
After that day he always made the first approach ... if she refused, it was all right and he never felt hurt. But sometimes, he learned, she would refuse at first... and keep resisting all the while she was becoming aroused and wanting to yield to him. This was also part of the game. He would coax her a little, insistently teasing her neck and ears with his tongue, lightly running his hand over her neck and ears with his tongue, lightly running his hand over her firmly rounded breasts and up between her thighs. Soon she was trembling and begging him to do what he wanted with her. It had been that way the first time he'd tried to suck her down there, in her sweet little pussy.
God! He had been dying to have it like that in his mouth for a long time, but he didn't know how she would react. The thought drove him mad at nights, and in his dreams he would conjure up the most tempting scenes - always of Stella sitting on a couch and with a wanton smile on her lips asking him to do her "a favor". Then to his amazement she would open her long lithe legs very slightly, enough for him to see she was wearing nothing under her short skirt. She would motion with her finger for him to kneel down before her, and then before his feverish eyes she would seductively raise her skirt until her full firm thighs showed naked before him and the curtain of flesh that concealed her succulent little cunt would open as her legs voluntarily spread further apart. In his dream he was, himself, expertly tucking his fingers under the fleshy hair-lined cuntal lips and gently spreading them aside to expose the coral richness of her wetly heated pussy. He saw himself teasing her little pink clitoris with his forefinger and thumb as he watched with delight the tortured expression of passion on her face. He would keep it up until she was loudly begging him to suck it, to eat her. Even in his dream he moved in slow motion. His lips and tongue would zero in on the hotly pulsing clitoris and begin to wetly massage it as she shrieked out her pleasure. But not until her shapely white thighs began wildly quivering on each side of his head would he move his taunting tongue from her throbbing red nerve bud to the clutching mouth of her cunt. Then he would plunge his tongue deeply into her wetly dilating crevice feeling her body stiffen and her hips lunge up to meet his mouth. His long wet tongue would make obscene sucking noises as he slithered it in and out of her shamelessly gyrating cunt, staining his face with her vaginal secretions and swallowing her richness until her whole body shook uncontrollably . . . and then with a long, low moan she would cum. Every time he woke up after this dream he found himself wet with his own seminal fluid, and would have to get up, cursing, to change his shorts. It was like being fourteen again and having wet dreams every night. But he couldn't help it! He was obsessed with Stella and his need to taste her cunt.
When it actually happened for real, it was nothing like the dream. Stella certainly didn't act like any Mata Hari. If anything, she was evasive and even adamant, and George had to work hard at convincing her to close her eyes and let him take over. He wouldn't have been able to do it without the help of some liquor - he had found out that a little Scotch made Stella bolder and less inhibited. So he owed his triumph partly to trickery. In the end it didn't matter because of the real triumph he scored with her: She had loved it and ever since, oral sex had become part of their love routine, if it could ever be called routine.
It had been on their regular Saturday night at the movies, but unlike the other nights they had stopped at a local bar and had a couple of drinks. They had joked and laughed together and he had felt bolder than ever. Tonight had to be the night, he thought, and it excited him. The walk up to her third-floor apartment seemed interminable and he impatiently pushed her ahead of him. Once inside the door and still in the dark, George grabbed her and felt her sensually ripened body melt against his strong chest. His hands roamed freely over her voluptuousness, feeling every exciting curve, every fleshy hill and valley. Pressed between the wall and his chest, Stella didn't protest, only mumbled slightly drunkenly as his hands explored her. He was so hot that his impatiently throbbing cock jerked in his pants, but his tongue was even wilder in desire. Unable to hold on any longer he carried her across the room in the dark to the corner couch and sat her before him. Her dress had a tight skirt and to squeeze himself between her knees he had to raise the skirt. When Stella felt his hands moving stealthily up the sides of her thighs she tried shifting her weight to prevent any further advance. But nothing could contain him that night. He was wild with passion and the lust engendered by his fingers as they felt the warmness of her naked inner thighs drove him into greater frenzy. When his hand finally reached the elastic leg bands of her panties Stella put down her hands and moved her head sideways negatively, repeating only one sentence: "We can't. We can't."
He would always remember how he had finally persuaded her liquor-dazed mind. He reassured her and promised that he would do nothing she disliked, but by that time he already had her dress bunched up around her hips. She had refused again, but he kept talking soothingly, relaxingly while his hands slowly and gently tugged her little white nylon panties down. Pulling them from under her softly rounded buttocks, while feeling the tantalizing closeness of her pussy, was sheer torture for him, but he had kept doggedly on until the panties came down to her knees. He couldn't see well, but it didn't matter. The smell of her warmly waiting cunt, acrid and sweet and only inches away made his nostrils flare wantonly. It was then he pulled her forward by her hips so that his body could wedge itself between her knees. He whispered on her mouth something to the effect of "close your eyes and let me take over. I won't harm you." He didn't wait for an answer and just simply pulled her forward by the waist so that the velvety wet "vee" of her warmly perfumed pussy was poised at the edge of the couch.
He was panting like a dog as his trembling hands anxiously parted the softly curling pubic hair and spread her fleshy cuntal lips. His face fell hungrily forward and his tongue speared out to jab at the gleaming pink tip of her excitedly throbbing clitoris. Stella jumped nervously, but George's strong hands on her hips held her in place while his expertly probing tongue violated the wet sanctity of her pussy. His tongue lashed up and down her grinding cuntal crevice, feeling the moist velvet warmth from her tiny bulging clitoris to the hotly pulsing mouth of her vagina. Stella's eyes were closed now in rapture, and her long hair fell away from her slender neck as her head rotated uncontrollably. She was moaning low and deep and sucking in her breath every time she felt his tongue pass wetly over and around her sensitive clitorial bud. His tongue began searching for the naturally sucking warmth of her tight little pussy. Stella's legs trembled involuntarily at the side of his head as the hot tip of his tongue pushed tentatively into her excitedly pulsating vagina.
Tasting for the first time what he'd been dreaming about for weeks, George was seized with a delirium that far surpassed his dreams, and he immediately shoved the length of his tongue as far as it would go into the squirming wet cunt before him. He opened his lust-dazed eyes and dimly saw Stella's pink little clitoris and her curling blonde pussy hairs tickling and curling around his nose. His tongue worked gluttonously around in the smooth cuntal walls, and his mouth made lewd sucking sounds as he attempted to pull in her inner juices. His painfully throbbing cock jerked and lunged in his pants at each of Stella's long low moans of rapture, and he shuffled further forward on his knees wanting to get even closer to her hot furnace of lust. On and on he went, giving her no peace ... until with a shrill cry of wanton pleasure she grabbed his head convulsively and began cumming. Her building hot orgasm burned itself into his impatiently plunging tongue and he sucked in every savory drop of her cum. His hand left her hip and dropped quickly to milk his rock hard penis and he came gushing, soaking his shorts and his pants. Ah . . . yes .. . that had been the first night...
Unaware that he. was smiling in recollection and that a noticeable bulge had developed below his zipper, George caressed the lewd picture that hung in his mind. Stella brought him suddenly back to reality with a tender kiss on his ear and a repeated question:
"Well, does that satisfy you?"
"Hardly", he answered sarcastically, referring to his dream and not at all to the long explanation she had just wound out to justify her absence on company business the following week.
"What?" She said, looking a little startled.
"Just what I said... 'the Hell it does, honey'."
With that, George jumped up from the couch and rushed menacingly toward her. Stella recoiled instinctively backward - not that she had any intention of fighting him. After all, she had been looking forward to a nice end to their date - and there was nothing better than going to bed together, but his sudden jump and threatening look momentarily took her aback.
This always amused and excited George. It was funny that after months of knowing each other intimately she could still be surprised by his moves. It was like playing cat and mouse every time he wanted to make love, even if they went at it for two days in a row. He liked the game because there was nothing that disgusted him more than making love as if it were a routine thing. He liked to come on strong each time, and tonight it would be no different.
He strode slowly up to her, giving Stella a few seconds to recover from her first reaction. But still she stood as if frozen by the intense look in his eyes. To her he was both Svengali and common horny sailor, and the awesome mixture at once frightened her and made her blood churn and her legs quiver with excitement.
His attitude now was dominating and possessive; he was looking her over, sizing her up, scrutinizing every plane and curve of her ripe young body. His look made Stella feel like a whore being eyed on the street, and at first she blushed, but then she drew herself up straight to face him. A quick toss of her head threw her long blonde hair loosely back over her shoulders, accentuating her magnificently rounded breasts and the proudly held arch in her back. Her right hand was clenched in a fist and lodged in the curve of her waist as Stella shifted her position to give a better view of the entire length of her incredibly long legs. By God, if he wanted a whore, he was going to get one! Let him look her over and want her as badly that his balls ached. Just let him look!
"How much?" he whispered tersely in her ear.
"That depends on what you have to offer," she answered with almost the perfect impersonal hauteur of the professional street walker.
Not bad, he thought, as he pulled her left hand. The girl is handling herself like a top notch pro. He pulled one of her hands down to his zipper and pressed it harshly to his already throbbing cock.
"How's that for size, baby?"
The prim young secretary was nearly thrown off her course as she felt the familiar hardness of his warmly pulsating penis against her hand. It was always like this: Stiff and bulging in his pants, as if he couldn't wait one more minute to ram it into her. Now she could even feel it growing directly under her fingers, stretching the material of his pants leg. The question had been unnecessary. She knew his size very well, especially when he was deep inside her, jerking and leaping like a wild animal stretching every inch of her ecstatically quivering cuntal walls. But she had to keep the game up. She really wanted to see how it would end. After all, she had played the chicken, the innocent, the surprised, even the raped, but she had never played the "connoisseur" before. The thought excited her as she remembered stories she had heard about prostitutes and what some men made them do.
She remembered one particular story that had shocked her when she first heard it, and its depravity had left it embedded in her memory. She had overheard it from a couple of half-drunken men talking in a booth next to hers while she was waiting for George at their usual bar. The men weren't talking very softly, and what had first caught her attention were the expressions they were using - "pussy" and "twat" and "slit" and "cunt". Although shocked and disturbed, she couldn't help but listen as they talked about picking up a woman at a friend's party and deciding to fuck her in their car. They'd made her lie on her stomach over the front seat so that half her body was on the rear seat and the other half hung lightly onto the front. In that position one had rammed his cock into her pussy from behind and the other had had himself sucked at the same time, both in relative comfort. Stella remembered how they had laughed saying they had fucked the bitch silly. Stella wondered if $20 had been enough for the effort.
The incident raced in a flash through Stella's mind, but now she still stood there with her hand pressed against George's loins and his question hanging unanswered in the air. How was that for size: It was great for size, but the little would be prostitute knew that she had to answer without seeming to be conscious of it. She had known it the minute he asked, as if a thousand generations of women raised their heads inside her to give her the reply.
"Well, shall we give it a try," she answered him finally and offhandedly with an assumed air of generosity she knew would arouse every fiber in his body.
His eyes flashed instantly with the fury of the slighted conqueror and then narrowed with determination. His normally full lips paralleled themselves like razor edges, but instead of speaking, he swept Stella up in one motion and quickly carried her into the bedroom as if she weighed nothing. He didn't bother to turn on the light when he came in and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. There was more than enough light coming from the living room for him to see what he wanted to see. Stella fell where her fiance.dropped her, bouncing up off the mattress and rolling on her side to keep from falling off. Her short dress had slid up her thighs, showing clearly the enticing smoothness of her long naked legs. But by this time George was beyond reflecting over Stella's build; he needed meat now to calm his animal rage ... and he knew just exactly where that warmly pulsating meat was located. But first he was going to play this game right. With a whore you didn't have to be loving or gentle; they were paid for their job and time was money for them. He was going to see how good a prostitute she could be for him. He waited until she turned her face to him and then slowly undid his zipper and took his long thick cock from behind the cloth wall that had held it tame until now.
"O.K. baby, give it a big, fat chance, and suck it," he smirked at her with contempt.
Stella was taken aback by his rough manner and by the wildly throbbing penis that stretched out in front of her, only inches from her suddenly uncertain face. He stood defiantly before her, his hips poised forward to give a better leverage to the blue-veined cock which stood stiffly out in front of him. She blinked at the spear of flesh, almost in non-recognition, trying to regain her composure. It didn't work. She could sense his impatience, and if she didn't act fast the whole thing might end right there. She didn't want that. She wanted to show him she could be his whore whenever he wanted. But for that she had to have him moaning at her feet with desire ... suddenly she was slithering down in the bed. Her hand stretched out to encircle his massively heated shaft and to stroke the loose foreskin slowly up and down as she sat up on the bed before him. Her hand never stopped its tormenting massage and George, involuntarily began to move his hips in rhythmic cadence to her manipulations.
Stella heard him suck his breath sharply as she lowered her head, her tiny pink tongue popping out to-flick its tip into the small wet slit at the top of the blood-inflated head. She saw his muscles contract and stiffen as she tantalizingly brought her wetly ovalled lips down... down... enclosing his sensitive hardness in a moist, warm pressure.
With the corner of her eye she watched his hands clenching involuntarily into a fist as her lips tightened about the lust-swollen cock-head. She let the warm moistness of her mouth caress the pulsing tip, and then her tongue began laving the underside of the knobby head. She worked her tongue wetly over him, imprisoning him beyond her ovally sucking lips so that he could not escape the pleasure.
"Oh God!" George heard himself moan, against his will, at the pleasure chills that were running up and down his excitedly trembling body.
Stella smiled at the manly groan and kept bobbing her face up and down the thick shaft of his cock as her hands dropped to cup and massage the soft, velvety skin of his balls; while with the other she pinched gently with thumb and forefinger at the base of his pulsating penis. Without a break she began to suck steadily, rhythmically up and down with a little twisting motion of her swirling tongue on the upstroke. She flicked it maddeningly in and around its tiny hole until she felt his loins tense under the strain of trying to keep under control. She was winning, she thought. Winning with top honors and the sucking noises she herself made began to excite her own body, lighting a tiny fire up between her legs.
She began to suck a little harder, nipping now and then with her small white teeth. Now George couldn't contain the grunts of delight coming from his mouth. He was almost beyond himself when she reached out for his buttocks bringing his loins tighter to her face. Her tongue now began slashing furiously at his pulsating hardness as he watched his wetly glistening cock appear, then disappear into her tightly compressed lips. He could see the pink ridges of her lips being pulled from her mouth as her lips tightly clung to the thick shaft of his cock. The hot breath from her nostrils taunted the hairs of his balls as she lowered her head absorbing his long, throbbing penis into her gluttonous throat. .. bobbing up and down, up and down . . . sucking madly . . . and massive spirals of churning pressure began to build in his cum-filled balls as he stiffened. Now he knew he was lost and putting his hands to the sides of her sweating temples he thrust his cock up at her, driving it even further into her moistly sucking mouth.
"Oh, Jeeeessssuuuuss, my Lord!" he moaned, babbling more incoherent words as he clenched his teeth and drew his lips back savagely because . . . because ... he felt his sperm-bloated balls ready to explode and let the foaming male liquid spurt forth from his aching cock head. It was time... it was time now ... he was going to cum right in the hungry sucking mouth that had milked him completely of will power until he was nothing more than a mass of lust quivering flesh in her hands.
He groaned gutturally: "Aaaaaaggghhh!"
His throat and mouth were dry as his pumping balls began to force the hot white sperm in wild jerking spurts up in long streams, causing her cheeks to bloat and hollow as she swallowed rapidly the thick deluging gushes to keep from choking. He wound his hands in her hair as she continued to suck frantically while he shot his hot load of semen into her throat. .. clutching at her head . . . finally locking his fingers behind it and thrusting his massively spewing cock even further and further into her soft warm mouth. Until at last he was empty.
He let her go free so she could catch her breath, but she continued to suck, gently now as his finally spent rod grew limp against her tongue and she hungrily lapped the last drop from its retreating tip.
George stood for a few seconds before he felt his knees buckle under him and he let his body fall sideways across his fiancee onto the bed. Stella crawled up beside him and kissed him wetly and passionately on the lips, sensuously running her tongue over his teeth and into his mouth as if exploring and discovering, for the first time, all its hidden recesses.
"How much?" he said sighing.
"Nothing, that was on the house," she laughed knowing she had her handsome fiance wrapped around her finger. "Free sample."
"Where did you learn, that, anyway?" he asked, looked at her askance.
"MMMmmmmm, the school of life, sir, the school of life," she said mock-seriously, adding: "Did you like it?"
"Like it? Christ, can't you see I melted right in your mouth?"
He was telling the truth, too. But what he was keeping quiet was that he still intended to show her who the master was around the house, even if she did have him for the time being. In fifteen minutes his body would recuperate all its energies and he would fuck her like a bull, and then there would be no question in her mind. But right now he had to rest... a little anyway. This fiancee of his was really amazing, constantly surprising him - she'd shown real talent for cock sucking just now - and the thought excited him all over again. It was nice to know ... it was another of her mysterious sides. He wondered how many more fascinating sides he would discover in her, in his lifetime, and for the first time he realized that the thought of sharing the rest of his life with this one woman did not disturb him in the least. On the contrary, for the first time he admitted to himself that such a project would be nothing but rewarding. A girl like Stella was worth her weight in gold. But a dark cloud passed over these sunny thoughts, obscuring them: What about that bastard of her boss? What did he really want her for? He still didn't trust the idea of having Stella away from him a whole week, escorted only by a man. It all sounded so fishy. He turned around to face her and found her lying naked beside him.
My God! He had gone to sleep or had been daydreaming while this beautiful creature had undressed and lay waiting patiently for him. What a coarse ass he was, he thought, and all other ideas vanished from his head as he looked at her lushly ripened bociy.
His hand stretched out and caressed lightly, but very lightly, the tip of her nipple. She looked at him and smiled:
"Awake and rested?"
"And ready," he answered firmly.
He made no move as she unbuckled his belt, opened the waist and pulled apart his pants. Then her warm little hand slid inside and disentangled his rapidly awakening cock from his shorts so she could maneuver it freely. He was already hard, just from looking at her naked beside him, and at her velvet touch his penis jerked in surprise and excitement. Her hand began a soft, slow massage drawing the heavy foreskin back and forth, up and down, until George gave a little groan, and he looked down to see the tiny drops of lubricating fluid that oozed from the tip in his mounting lust.
Lord, he couldn't wait this time. He was going out of his mind. He had to take his clothes off and get at her. Jumping up, he kicked off his clothes almost frantically and then he was naked on the bed with her, kneeling between her widespread thighs. His wetly heated lips were all over her face, her breasts, her nipples, and back again to her mouth, open now and gasping with pleasure. He sank his tongue through her wetly parted lips as his hands kneaded her desire-swollen breasts and explored her naked young body as if he had never touched her before. She reacted by sucking his tongue and nibbling at it with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running up and down his spine. He felt her eagerly undulating under him, and he knew she was ready. But he wanted her to ask for it, to acknowledge him as master, so he kept massaging her soft warm breasts and kissing her while pressing his cock savagely against her thighs. He kept it on and on . .. until. ..
"Oh George . .. darling . . . please I need you," she pleaded as her hands ran over his body kneeling between her widespread legs. But he still made no move and in desperation she lifted herself suddenly, raising both of them while she moved her arms around beneath her nakedly trembling buttocks and with both hands spread her soft, fleshy vaginal lips more open to him, allowing a teasing contact with her wet, sensitive cuntal flesh. Then, she dropped back onto the bed, his thick throbbing member caught tightly between the velvet flesh of her thighs.
George let his body feel the pleasure of her surrender as she began a slow rhythmic undulation beneath him. She would beg him, he knew. And in his mind he could already feel the soft but powerful muscles of her thighs gripping at his buttocks when he buried his long rod of hot flesh into her tight little cunt.
The beautiful young secretary moaned and eagerly thrust her belly up against his as he worked his hands beneath her to grasp the fullness of her naked buttocks. He felt her hot breath come in shorter gasps as he used his full cock length to tease her moistly throbbing pussy slit, now growing hotter and wetter with each passing stroke . . . She began to grind her hips faster and faster under him until at last her legs jerked to his sides opening the small pulsating entrance to her cunt in lewd invitation.
"Oh darling. . . please, fuck me, fuck me now..." she whined.
That was all he had been waiting for! George, unable to hold back any longer, suddenly thrust forward with his hips and felt his pulsating cock-head slide into the wetly grasping mouth of her tight young cunt.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!" she cried under him, amazed at the tightness of her own moistly ready passage. The momentary discomfort faded immediately and she flexed her cuntal muscles time and time again against his rock-hard cock until a grunt of delight came from his throat.
The bitch was still teasing him. Well, this ought to take care of her, he thought! Suddenly he thrust wildly, sending his long aching cock up into her warmly clasping cunt with the force of a bull and hearing her shriek in a combination of pain and rapture. Viciously, he pounded his thick shaft deeper each time while the hot slippery flow of her lubricating juices eased the way with each plunge. Abruptly the lust-swollen head of his heavy cock bounced off her cervix, and his sperm-laden balls slapped lewdly against the upturned cheeks of her ass. She whimpered and twisted in a moment of pain as the pulsing head of his penis flexed deep inside her vagina.
But the young secretary's cry of pain only incited him to ram harder into her, and he ground his massive cock and pelvis tighter into her loins. She moaned with short little whining sounds as she lay in total subjugation and helplessness beneath the thick impaling rod. He lifted himself to his elbows and looked down with satisfaction at her passion-contorted face, and a feeling a power filled him. He looked at her and knew he was master of his house, of his bed, and of his woman.
Stella, now accustomed to the deeply embedded shaft, strained up against him as he began to grind harder into her moistly heated vagina. She tightened and released her legs around him as she started to work up and down his pistoning cock until they established a rhythm. They fucked now in unison! She let her body rock wantonly as her head tossed from side to side in wild abandon and felt the wild pleasure almost driving her insane.
"Oh God! Oh, God!" she repeated over and over again as he fucked rhythmically into the wet walls of her hungry young cunt, his hotly throbbing hardness probing the very depths of her being.
George, himself, was agonizing under the intense pleasure as she opened her legs to the fullest, so that he might have greater access to her wildly excited pussy. Suddenly he sensed his cock swelling, growing and expanding within her tight little cunt until he thought the already-stretched walls of her pussy could not possibly contain him. An incredible pressure began building rapidly in his cum-filled balls as they smacked time and time again against the upturned, quivering cheeks of her ass. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer ... he'd lose his mind ... and he began fucking into her with longer, harder strokes, feeling the warm satiny walls of her wetly clasping cunt dilating as he grew. She gripped his hips tight with her thighs as her heels beat a tattoo of urgency on his buttocks. He prayed that she was ready, because he couldn't take much more ... not much .. .
Suddenly Stella drew back her legs and worked them up over his shoulders, presenting him with the full hotly quivering plane of her vagina. She thrust up at him, offering her pussy to assault and use as he wished. Her nostrils flared and a near shriek escaped her lips, "Oh God! I'm cuuuummmmiiinnngg. I'mm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!"
"Yes, yes, come on, you bitch, cum . .. cum!" he said, his own breath coming in loud rasps as he fucked faster and faster into her hotly convulsing cunt, until at last with a loud grunt of pleasure he started spewing his white hot cum into her gratefully receiving womb.
"Oh, Jeeessssuuuuusss!" he groaned all the while his wildly jerking cock spurted out the milky liquid sperm into the furthermost depths of her cunt. Stella, in.the last convulsions and quiverings of her ecstasy, felt their warm juices mingling in the pit of her belly and she languidly closed her eyes in satisfaction.
Finally George collapsed on top of her, leaving his rapidly deflating cock lodged deep in her faintly twitching vaginal passage. There was no hurry. They went to sleep like that! Later on in the evening they got cold and huddled beneath the covers, close in each other's arms, until the light of late Sunday morning awoke them again.