her eyes and slamming her mouth up and down the rigid cocklength as rapidly as she could, she uncrooked the slim, sharp index finger of her left hand. Poising it momentarily, she tickled it in under Howard's heavy nuts, then wiggled it into the groove between the cheeks of his ass, making sure she had it aimed precisely.
And then Nikki Newman thrust her finger aggressively into Howard. Friedman's bunghole, thrust it in vigorously, up to at least the second knuckle, with no warning, with no mercy at all.
The talent agent's reaction was immediate. He roared in pain and surprise and lust, arching his hips violently into the air, legs widespread, and then he quickly began gasping and yelping helplessly as a blazing torrent of semen splashed into Nikki's sucking mouth. Nikki held her mouth over the head of Howard's huge cock as the spurts of cum fired again and again into her throat. She opened her lips and let the backwash of thick, hot, salty liquid flow back out of her mouth, dribbling down the length of the straining shaft and into the tangle of coarse pubic hair.
The old bastard must've kept shooting sperm into her for more than fifteen seconds, Nikki calculated afterward. She brought her free hand up and stroked the exposed length of prong helpfully while she continued to drink in Friedman's spewing jism. Her left forefinger remained buried in his asshole up to the hilt. Gradually the shots of fuck-juice diminished and trickled away into a tiny, warm dribble.
Only then did Nikki's new agent relax his arched, thrusting body posture and let his ass sink slowly back down onto the bed. He was wheezing and huffing like a winded water buffalo, his hairy legs shuddering with the thrilling agony of his massive ejaculation. Nikki opened her eyes, still nursing at the head of his prick, and saw him lying back, arms out flung, his chest heaving violently, his mouth opened and lips peeled back slackly from the teeth, anxiously sucking wind.
Jesus Christ, she thought, he looks like he was hit by a steamroller or something!
Nikki spat the excess sperm out over Howard's quivering penis, then began another lapping and cleaning exercise around the crown of his dong. She squeezed gently with the right hands testing to see if the upstanding giant was losing some of its drop-forged ferocity. It was. She could feel the rock-hard meat gradually softening and becoming limber, although it was far from an all-out crash to the consistency of a wet noodle.
Friedman reached up and put his hand on her head, working his fingers reflexively into her silky brown hair. His breathing was still loud and harsh and labored, his chest rising and falling heavily, and she began to hope that her maneuver hadn't been too much for him. The horny old goat! It would serve him right to drop dead on his goddam bed after blowing his wad down some young girl's throat, she thought. But not this young girl. Not just yet. Not until she had time to get the Baja shoot finished and maybe pull a few more plums out of him that would get her career solidly launched!
Nikki let him recuperate for a few more minutes, then she slowly began working her finger back out of his clutching asshole. That got his immediate attention.
'Auugh, Jesus!' the agent growled, starting up briefly from the mattress. 'Take it a little easy down there, Amazomca!'
'What?' Nikki demanded, halting with her sharp-nailed finger still buried to the first knuckle in Friedman's poop deck. 'What did you call me?'
'Nikki,' he said quickly, feeling the waggle of her digit in his rectum. 'Nikki Newman. Nikki Newman. I remember.'
'Well, all right,' the brown-haired girl said sulkily, and jerked her finger free of the old man's ass, drawing a quick gasp of tortured breath. She smothered another smile by leaning forward and squeezing his cock between her big, soft breasts. God, she got a charge out of hurting this bastard! 'Make sure you use it,' she told him, rubbing her tender titty flesh up and down his softening shaft while she jabbed at the eye of his prick with her tongue.
'God, you sure do know how to use that mouth,' Friedman sighed, his hand caressing the back of her moving head.
Nikki giggled gently in reply.
'I haven't cum that hard on a blow-job in about twenty years!'
'Mmmmm,' Nikki murmured, still trying to spear her tongue into the dark hole at the top of Howard's prong. 'That means I would've been about three years old then.'
'Yeah, well, you're not three now, you horny bitch,' Friedman rasped, grabbing one of her luscious breasts in each hand and trying to drag her forward. 'Come here and fuck me!'
Nikki stared stonily at him for a moment, then slapped fiercely at his hands, again and again and again, cursing a low, furious voice; and when he let go of her tits she lunged forward from her knees, trying to slap him in the face, her arms wind milling furiously, still cursing like a drunken swabbie. Friedman first fell back in total shock, then when he realized what she was pissed at he began laughing a deep, mirthful sound that shook his gray-haired chest. He kept his hands in front of her, parrying her ferocious slap-attack, trying to grab her hands and turn the tables on her.
All at once he broke through and caught her right hand, but she immediately dealt him a blow on the cheek with the other that cracked through the room like a pistol shot. He fell back momentarily, stunned by the noise more than anything else, losing his grip on her wrist. Nikki immediately lunged forward again, this time fastening her hands firmly around the agent's throat, and launching an exaggerated throttling action while she continued to curse and bitch direct}y into his face.
'Goddam you, you fucking old bastard, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not a bitch, and I'm not a runt, and I'm not a fucking bimbo, either, goddam it! You know my fucking name, and you'd better start using it, you sorry cocksucker, or I'm gonna fucking kill you, you hear me, you goddam, sonofabitching-'
Nikki punctuated her stream of insults by choking hard at Friedman's throat each time she emphasized a particular word. At first he tried to fight back, but then he gave up and submitted to her mauling. Her position was too good; her weight was too far forward on his chest, her motivation was too keen, and he was too exhausted after shooting his cookies into her mouth to be able to dislodge her. He just lay there laughing, lifting his arms helplessly, and sputtering, 'Okay… all right… Christ… give me a… okay, for Christ's sake!… I apologize. I apologize!'
'You fucking apologize!' Nikki spat at him, her hands still locked around his throat. 'Big fucking deal, you apologize! You think I give a shit about that? Here, I'll show you the way to apologize, motherfucker-' and she shifted nimbly to her haunches and quickly moved up over the agent's face until her hot, reeking cunt was within inches of his mouth.
'Okay, go on-eat me, you sonofabitch! You want to apologize? Go on-eat my nasty snatch!'
Friedman stopped laughing when he saw her moving up on top of him, the big, swaying breasts dangling before his face, and then her trim, smoky-brown triangle hovering above his mouth, the tender, meaty labia peeping through their fleecy covering of fur. He brought his hands up automatically to grip her shapely hips.
'You think this is a punishment?' he asked tauntingly, and then before she could react he dragged her juicy pussy down over his nose and mouth, wallowing inside her hot, woolly thrill box like a cat cavorting in catnip. His tongue plunged wildly into the burning pungent folds of her box, rolling and darting and slurping, his head moving to and fro like a frenzied metronome. Nikki sighed gutturally and tipped her head back as the pleasure-pain boiled through her.
'Goddam, Howard… I knew if we waited long enough we could find something you know how to do! Oooh!'
The talent agent nipped her gently in response, then quickly salved the damage by lapping heavily at the same spot six, seven, eight times. Nikki crooned and began rocking her pelvis gently above the flashing tongue. She peered down between her breasts, over the flat curve of her belly, and saw her hairy muff covering Howard's nose and mouth like on the oxygen mask worn by a jet pilot. She continued to swing her lower body lightly back and forth, back and forth, while she closed her eyes and again turned her face up toward the ceiling.
'Oh, God, Howard… ' she murmured throatily, '… oh, God, baby, that's nice… Oh, God… that's good… That's really good, Howard… '
Suddenly the agent withdrew his mouth from her vulva and began stabbing selectively with his tongue, digging at the tender pink flesh of her swollen clitty bud, slurping up and down her coral-colored inner lips until they seemed to take on a life of their own, protruding boldly from the surrounding light-brown hair, glistening as wetly and pinkly as dentures bathed in shellac.
Friedman brought his hands inside Nikki's soft thighs and pulled the. dripping flesh away from her clit. The
