'Yeah,' she was moaning. 'Blow it into me now. I want to feel your cum shooting into my beaver!'
'You asked for it,' he said, pounding his pork sausage into her quickly. 'I can hardly hold off any longer. Jesus, you've gotten me so horny… I want to flood your muff so bad with my jism.'
'Yes!' she gasped. 'Please fuck me, baby! Do it! Hurry!'
'Uhhh…' he grunted, then plunged his peter in deep. She could feel a load pumping deep into her twat. He was cumming inside her, filling up her gash with his fuck-cream. It felt good, his gooey wetness and her sliminess mixing together.
'Christ…' she sighed, her hand stroking his hairy ass as his wad shot into her pussy. 'Oh, baby…' She was shaking like an earthquake under him, feeling his hard prick spitting up spunk like an erupted volcano.
'Horny cunt!' he gasped, squirting it into her. 'Hot bitch!'
He pulled his cock out of her and lay next to her. His dick was shrinking, becoming limp. It was all covered with cum and pussy juice. She bent over him and licked off the creamy cum. Mmm… it tasted flat, but good. She lapped up the remainder of his load, then shoved her hands up her pussy and licked her fingers.
'What do I learn next?' she asked, grinning.
CHAPTER TEN
Mark Spaulding tapped his fingertips across his desk, furious. He kept thinking of what he was going to tell Sharon when she walked in this morning about leaving the office open and going home the way she did last night. It was so stupid of her to behave the way she did.
He pressed the intercom button. 'Could you come in here, Sharon?' he said. 'I have a few letters to dictate.'
'Yes, Mr. Spaulding,' she said in a sexy tone.
Mark Spaulding blinked when he heard her voice. That was the first time she ever answered the intercom that way. He sat back in his chair, amazed.
The next moment, Sharon appeared at the doorway, holding the steno pad in her hand. She swung her hips over to where Mark was sitting, smiling sensuously at him.
'Yes, Mr. Spaulding…' she said, again in a very horny way.
Mark found himself stammering as he looked up at her. Instead of a conservative knee-length skirt, she had on a micro-mini and a blouse that revealed a lot of her enormous tits.
'I wanted you to take a few memos,' he said, trying to push his eyes away from her body. 'Would you please take a seat.'
In the next moment, she grinned at him and deposited her nice, round ass on his lap. She wiggled it a bit, then felt his cock grow hard, stretching, thickening, stiffening under the cheeks of her firm ass. He was speechless.
'Ohh, Mark,' she moaned, rubbing her bottom on his thick whang. 'This is the best DICK-tation we've ever had.'
Mark couldn't believe what was happening. Sharon stood for a minute, reached down, and unzipped his fly. Mark's cock was as hard as a baseball bat. In fact, he was certain if she were to pitch one of his balls, he would bat them into the outfield. She fondled his stiff joint in her slender palm, stroking it. It was getting harder, bigger, growing, yawning to life, stretching, dark in color.
'Look at that prick,' she whistled. 'I'll bet you could teach me how to blow Dixie on it!'
Mark was still unable to speak. All the times he had thought that she was just some cheap prick-tease virgin, and here it turned out she was a piece of quality ass. He groped for her sexy body, wanting to pull it onto his erect prick, but she slipped out of his arms easily, smiling. Instead, she pulled up her short skirt and revealed a juicy, watering snatch. She wasn't wearing any underwear!
'Oh, Christ!' she gasped, spreading her legs over his lap, then lowering her meat-starved pussy onto his slab of cock. 'Mark, you're so thick…'
Mark was sweating as she pushed herself down onto his excited pecker. He groaned as she slid down with her mouth dropped open, her legs wide, then moving up and down in slow, lazy motions.
She picked up her steno pad from this desk. 'Okay, Mr. Spaulding, I'm ready…' She fumbled with the pencil as she pushed her tight pussy down on his peter.
'Dear Mr. Fredericks: This letter will confirm our telephone conversation… early this week. Ohhh, Jesus, shove your twat down harder…'
'Y-Yes, I've got that,' she panted, ramming her moist hairy cunt-lips and sinking on his stiff joint.
'We would very much like to… print the serialization of your book – baby, you're driving me out of my mind with that wet pussy of yours – entitled THE HARDER THEY BALL. It is in the best interest… of the company that – how does that feel? Move up and down slower, honey… yeah, that's it… nice… and… slow – that we obtain a contract drawn up by your agent, so that we can sign for it sometime next… next week. Jesus… you're so tight, but your box is so WET.'
Sharon was copying everything in perfect shorthand, though her symbols were a bit messy as she wrote. His pud was filling up her twat nicely. The sides of his dong rubbed heavily against the wall of her cunt. Ohhhh.
'… Sincerely yours, Mark Spaulding…' he finished quickly, and just in time, for Sharon could no longer hold the steno pad and dropped it on the floor. She moved her hips in a steady pattern, permitting his joint to sink into the deepest end of her cunt, then pull out.
'You wouldn't even know how long I've waited for this,' Mark grunted in her ear, holding her waist tightly and helping her pull her crotch off his, then lowering it back. 'All the times I've had a hard-on for you, baby…'
She let out a stream of groans. 'I've wanted to fuck for you a long time, too. You mean you never noticed the wet spots in my dresses when you walked by my desk?'
The way Sharon was sitting on Mark's lap, you wouldn't think that they were fucking. Since she wasn't wearing any panties, all she had to do was lift her dress up, unzip his fly and pull out his cock and just sit on his lap. Anyone that walked in might think that she was just sitting there, instead of noticing that she was picking herself up and lowering herself onto his throbbing cock.
'You're wetting my suit pants with that drippy cunt of yours,' he gasped, holding her.
'I can't help it,' she moaned. 'Just sitting like this… you're making me so hot… Fuck me, Mark, sink that ramrod into me! I can't wait until you cum in my box. I want it in me so bad!'
Mark was sweating heavily. 'Oh, Jesus! Your pussy's so warm and tight…'
'If you keep ramming that dong into me like that, you're gonna poke a hole into my kidneys,' she whimpered, twisting herself on his slab of meat. 'Oh, no… I'm gonna cum… hold me tight… gonna cum…'
She was bucking wildly on him, panting like a hot bitch in heat. He held her still for a moment, then squeezed his warm load into her hairy cunt, pumping her full of juicy jizz.
'Oh, Jesus!' he crooned. 'I'm gonna fill you up! All this cum, building up inside of my nuts!'
Some of his jizz leaked out of her pussy and dripped all over his pants. But that was the least of his worries; all he wanted to do was shoot her full of his load. She swayed helplessly on his lap as she was squirted with all his spunk.
After a few moments, she got off his lap and picked up her steno pad. 'All right, Mr. Spaulding, what was that other memo?'
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bruce Kane was cussing under his breath as he rode with Nick Renault in the Monte Carlo. He lit a cigarette for himself and blew the smoke out in disgust.
'That fucking cunt's got us by the balls,' he griped, flicking the ashes out the window.
Nick shrugged. 'It isn't so bad. At least we get some ass on the side.'
'What ass!' Bruce exploded. 'That's Mark Spaulding's personal piece of ass! If he ever found out that we were
