cunt.
His pounding weight crushed the soft cheeks of her ass down into the sheets. It rumpled beneath her so that her butt felt abraded on the ridges of cloth. She didn't care. She twisted and jerked in her attempts to get more and more of the thick length of his slick prick up in her convulsing cunt.
Sweat formed on their bodies and ran off to stain the sheet and puddle beneath them.
Then, panting and gasping in total fulfillment, they fell into a tangled heap on the bed.
'That… that was some fuck,' she panted.
'Yes, it was great,' he nodded, pulling himself up on an elbow and gazing down at her. 'Tell me… how did you come to pick me? There were a lot of other guys at the party.'
'Because from the moment you came into the place, I knew you were a born screwer, a man of energy and passion. I need that. You turned me on!'
He laughed, leaning over and kissing her lightly on the tip of her nose. 'You're some kind of chick. What's you name, anyway?'
'Kit… Katherine Kingston for the marquee, if I ever become a star…
but, to my friends, just Kit.'
'Oh, so you're an actress…' he said, rising from the bed, and moving towards the luxuriously appointed bath. 'Any good?'
'I'm terrific… only nobody knows it yet. You know how hard it is to get in to see those pompous-assed casting directors at the major studios?'
'Pompous asses… like Michael Reynolds, for instance?' he said, turning the taps on the Roman tub, and pouring in amber-colored oil from a bottle.
'Like Michael Reynolds in particular! I've been trying to get in to see him for months, but his fucking secretary keeps telling me he's in conference!'
'I have a little influence, for what it's worth. Would you like to see him tomorrow morning in his office?'
'Hey… really?' Kit said, jumping off the bed. 'Could you swing it?'
'Probably…' he said, calmly turning towards her, smiling. 'Considering you just screwed the shit out of him.'
Riding up in the elevator to his office the next morning, Kit couldn't suppress a giggle as she thought about that moment. Imagine, she thought to herself, he'd just given me the best fuck of my life, and I call him a pompous ass! Thank God he has a great sense of humor!
And it had been the best fuck of her life. Just remembering it made her nipples grow rigid. She could remember even now his look, his touch, the screaming torment in her brain as she had strained for satisfaction. She could remember his hot mouth on her naked tits, his hand pressing hard against the throbbing moistness of her cunt, her own hungry mouth devouring the stiff shaft of his huge cock.
Kit suddenly looked down and saw that her hand had involuntarily moved down to her crotch and was now hotly rubbing her pussy through the material of her skirt. She pulled her hand quickly away, just as the elevator doom opened onto the penthouse floor.
'I, uh, I'm Katherine Kingston. I have an appointment with Michael… er, Mr. Reynolds,' Kit stammered to the beautiful blonde receptionist. Jesus, she thought to herself, the chick looked like a movie star herself.
'Will you have a seat over there, please? I'll tell Mr. Reynolds you're here,' said the secretary, smiling tightly and giving Kit a head-to-toe female appraisal. Apparently Kit didn't pass the imaginary test, because the secretary simply shrugged and moved off through a massive carved door behind her. Fuck you, Kit thought.
She leaned back into the leather settee, trying to put herself at ease, and had just picked up a week-old copy of Daily Variety, when the massive door opened and the blonde secretary reappeared.
'He'll see you now, Ms. Kingston,' she said, her voice and her smile noticeably warmer.
'Thank you,' Kit replied, flying to return the warmth, but not quite making it, as she brushed past the older girl and entered Michael Reynolds' office. The door closed quietly behind her.
He was standing with his back to her, silhouetted against the light from the window.
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at him, again seeing that magnificent, lean, catlike frame that had played her body like a harp the night before. She could feel her pussy already creaming.
'Hello, again,' he said, mining towards her.
'Hello… Mr. Reynolds,' Kit stammered, not exactly sure what she should call him in his own office.
He laughed, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. 'Oh, come on, Kit. Don't you think, under the circumstances, you should call me Michael?'
Kit relaxed, and joined his laugh. 'Well, after all, I did call you a pompous ass.
'And you were more right than you know,' Michael said, more to himself than to her. 'But… not to you.' He became suddenly serious leveling his eyes into hers, moving around the desk towards her.
Her heart stopped. She couldn't breathe. In one more second she was sure she would faint. Then his arms were around her, enfolding her tightly, and his lips surrounded hers in a burning, tongue-lashing kiss. She molded her body into
his, rubbing her seething cunt against his crotch.
'Don't move,' he whispered into bet mouth, releasing her for a moment and moving to the intercom on his desk. 'Sandra… no interruptions for an hour.'
'Yes… yes, sir,' came back the reply.
'Now,' he said, snapping off the intercom and turning to her, 'to the important business at hand. Come here.'
She moved slowly to him, walking in a smooth, undulating way. She opened her mouth directly before his face and reached with her hands around his ass-cheeks to draw his hips into contact with her cunt. Through his trousers, she could feel the bulge of his thickening prick. She began swiveling her hips. Her cunt was juicing. She let her tongue slide over the lips of her half-opened mouth, and shut her eyes, totally offering herself to him.
He became an animal. He slammed, his mouth over the moistened lips before his face, slashing into the depths with his tongue. His raging cock was doubling in length in response to the ache in his groin, Michael began a series of short, sharp jabs, seeking that incredible soft mound which would soon yield to his pressure.
Kit groaned in deep response to his sexual eagerness. He recognized her desire. He released her, stood back, and, a knowing look on his face, began to strip. Kit watched, her eyes glued to his movement. Her gaze refused to be torn away from his crotch. Breathing as if her lungs were about to burst, unable to do more than stand there and stare hungrily, legs wide apart and burning,she watched the pants and shorts fall, saw his hard dick spring away from a mass of curly black cock hair.
Then, when he was completely naked, he moved to Kit. Her blouse was half unbuttoned, revealing the warm round globes of her tits. He fumbled with the rest of the buttons and peeled the blouse from her shoulders. Her tits rested like ripe melons, barely contained in the low-cut French bra. As he bent over and buried his face in her cleavage, moaning softly, she reached behind her and unclasped the map of the bra. Instantly her enormous jugs leaped into full view, and he hungrily devoured first one nipple and then the other.
He unzipped her skirt with a free hand and pushed it to the plush carpet, leaving her wearing only her sheer pink panties. Her body was sleek and beautiful. The tits were huge, perfectly proportioned, the thighs full, the hips moist with sweat. Her hair fell over her shoulders like yellow sand.
His hand coaxed her legs apart. He flattened it against her pussy and rubbed round and round. He slipped his middle finger under the crotchband of her panda and began flicking it in and out of her wet pink slit.
Kit gasped. He had found her clit and was teasing, moving his fingertip back and forth over the hard lime nub.
'I want to taste this sweet pussy,' he murmured in her ear. 'I want to love it and lick it and tongue-fuck until you screaming for mercy.'
Kit moaned aloud. 'Oh, yes… take it… it's yours, take it!'
He led her to a velvet-covered chaise in one corner of the worn, laid her down on the pillows, and gently peeled the sheer pink panties down her legs, watching the slow revelation of her curly-haired crotch, a bulging mound that was so hairy it obscured the tight slit down its center. He leaned forward, kissing her navel and tickling tongue.
'Mmmmmm,' she moaned, tensing her muscles against him. Her hands slid through his hair, pulling him even closer to her.
